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PSG
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
As a teenager and a young man, the big question always
was "What's the trick to getting a girl into bed?" and
all the time, the answer was right there... become an
author of erotic stories. (Mf, ped, rom)
***
She described herself as a Pagan Sex Goddess, that was
enough to get me hooked! I had always assumed the last
of those to have died out with Conan of Aquilonia. How
wrong can you be?
Far from living in the Hyperborian age though, this one
so I discovered, lived but a metaphoric hop, skip and a
bungee-jump from the Grand Canyon itself. How did I
find her? ... I didn’t. She found me!
Any reader of my deviate writings would have worked out
by now that I have – if not a fixation, then a deep
‘appreciation’ let’s say, of youthful femininity. When
such describe themselves additionally, as a Pagan Sex
Goddess, it is most definitely time for some meaningful
investigative follow-up.
PSG had a name as it turned out – Katie. This may or
may not be her real name, I’ll let you decide that!
What was real however, is the photograph she sent me.
But hey, I’m jumping ahead of myself here.
Katie is yet another girl who likes reading naughty
stuff. I know this – because she told me. Now, given
that I occasionally write naughty stuff, it should come
as no surprise that the day arrived, an email turned-up
in my inbox from Miss Twisted in Colorado asking
clarification of certain aspects relating to a couple
of stories I had posted to a certain website that shall
remain nameless.
Her initial somewhat pretentious "How could you even
think of doing stuff like that?" soon morphed into a
more honest, "Tell me more about it!" line of
questioning. Fact is – she had been getting-off on it
big-time for quite a while and like all young girls...
was just sexually curious as all Hell. With three
teenage nymphs myself... been through that learning
curve!
So yeah... she sent me her photograph, confessed to
being just seventeen as well as categorising herself as
I mentioned - a Pagan Sex Goddess to boot.
It was her photo did it. Perhaps not classically
beautiful in the accepted sense of the word – she was
however classically attractive and I’m sure she herself
would understand my inference and take no offense at my
words here. Let’s be honest though – no-one rating
themselves PSG could be anything but hot stuff.
When you get right down to it – emailing is fine but
there comes a point in some relationships - and if you
think about it, that is what they really are at their
most basic – that simply isn’t enough. Sure, you can
hook up a mic, connect your web-cam, but what
ultimately could be less tasteful than demanding the
girl "shows you her pussy" while you jerk off one-
handedly all over the keyboard. Lacks a certain flair
doesn’t it? Not exactly showing her one hundred percent
respect either. Mind you – any girl willing to thus
perform doesn’t get my vote anyway I’m afraid!
So PSG was getting to me. I wanted to meet her and in
fact during one brief conversation on her cell-phone,
confided as much. Whilst I sensed her reciprocated
interest, there was the small matter of a thirty-seven
year age gap not to mention the trifling ten-thousand
mile, continents apart inconvenience. I also told her
quite frankly that were she my daughter, there is no
way she would be meeting anyone off the Net any place,
any time for whatever reason. As for the geriatric
status of her ‘admirer,’ I would be recommending an
urgent call to the FBI. Thing is though – no girl who
freely admits to the world they are a "Pagan Sex
Goddess" is gonna pay too much attention to what
anybody has to say.
Now as it happens, I usually travel to Vegas each year
for a major dot.com marketing convention, if for no
other reason, to pick up any new technology that might
be on offer and that won’t be seen in Australia for
possibly several months. I was actually scheduled to
attend the next one in just a few weeks.
Relaying this to Katie, I mentioned that it would be a
simple matter for me to fly on to Denver and then back-
track to her own home-town for a night. For some reason
she seemed to trust me implicitly. On the other hand,
maybe the concept of being molested in broad daylight
if not raped silly by a complete stranger appealed to
her. It does have its bizarre attractions when you
think of it!
Katie herself lives, as she was quite happy to
disclose, in the rather pretty little township of
Conifer, right at the foothills of John Denver’s
beloved Rocky Mountains in Jefferson County. At the
junction of US Routes 74 and 285, Conifer is barely
twenty three miles south west of Denver city.
Winging into Denver Airport a few weeks later, having
rung Katie from Vegas, I picked up a Grand Am from
Alamo and headed-off down Highway 285. For a town with
a population of less than fifteen thousand people, this
was anything but Hicksville. Having made an advance
booking with the Clifton Hotel Inn, I had first to find
12414 US Highway 285.
Well seeing as I could count – that proved no major
problem. Beautiful little place too – real throwback to
the 1800’s and not dollar and dime stuff either! The
manageress in reception was perhaps overly dour to
start with – very much a "you won’t be staying here
long will you sir?" kind of air about her. Won her over
at the point I told her how appealing a lodging she
appeared to preside over. Dropping off an admittedly
small amount of luggage in my room, I returned to the
Pontiac and called Katie.
Sensed for perhaps the first time, a little trepidation
on her part, it being time basically to put up or shut
up! Figured out a quick compromise.
"Tell you what sweetheart," I said. "What say I just go
order something in Starbucks down the road - I drove
past the place getting here. Come on down and take a
quick look inside and see if I look OK? If I do – join
me. If I don’t... keep walking! How’s that?"
Like every seventeen year old I ever met... or owned –
she giggled.
"Fair enough," she replied, "It’ll take me half an hour
to get there anyway."
"No problem," I told her, "I’m starving, so look, I’ll
be ordering up big-time anyway."
"Incidentally," I added, "I know you have my pic but
I’m wearing jeans and a cream top, OK Katie?"
OK Noel," she said, "See ya soon... maybe, haha," and
the line went dead.
So engrossed was I with my third toasted ham on rye and
my second OJ, I didn’t even notice her approaching the
table.
"You look more than alright," she said breezily,
looking down at me.
God damn, that pic had not done her justice. Don’t know
whether it was the rather delicately applied make-up,
her changed hair-style, nice clothes or combination of
all three. I do know that this was my kind of Pagan Sex
Goddess!
"You look wonderful Katie," I told her in all honesty,
regretting now I hadn’t made a booking at the Clifton
for six months rather than just one miserable night.
Ordered her a sandwich and Sprite while I finished off
my own meal after which Katie took me on a brief sight-
seeing tour of the area and let me tell you, if one
were of a mind to settle down in a quiet yet pulsing
little community – you could do way worse than Conifer
CO.
It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the
Clifton. I asked her if she was ‘comfortable’ coming up
to my room with me and did her parents know where she
was? She kinda glossed over that one, just saying that
she had told them she was staying with a g/f and wasn’t
sure what time she would be back. As for being
‘comfortable’ about going to my suite... I don’t recall
having to use much in the way of coercion!
A couple of Clifton ‘personnel’ glanced haughtily at me
as I shepherded Katie towards the lift.
"My step-daughter," I volunteered, "Came to the US when
she was a child - haven’t seen her for years!" Katie’s
giggling just about wrecked my entire performance.
"Despite its undeniable olde worlde charm, the Clifton
Inn was something less than a five-star hotel. Aside
from the double bed, a television, two chairs and a
table that may or may not have supported the weight of
a three-year old, the room was rather spartan in terms
of furnishings.
I was going to ask her if she wanted to watch something
on TV but something – call it intuition – kinda
downplayed the likelihood of that.
"Come and sit on my lap sweetie," I said. It just felt
like the thing to say right then, and obviously it
didn’t ring any warning bells for her either because
she did!
Her face now being just inches from mine and with her
smiling so prettily, I simply had to kiss her. Nothing
gross or involving tongue calisthenics – just a rather
beautiful deep kiss. She blushed and I found that so
remarkably attractive, I kissed her again. Strangely,
she just nestled into my shoulder after that and I
would be guessing we sat in that chair for upwards of
an hour talking about just so many things. School, life
in Colorado, life in Australia, high-points and low-
points of her brief seventeen year old tenure on the
planet... everything in fact except sex!
Of course, that situation had at some stage to be
remedied!
It had gotten dark outside and I had to ease her off my
lap (itself a remarkably pleasant experience) so as to
be able to switch on the bed-side lamp. It was at this
juncture Katie looked at me and I knew things were
happening.
"I’m still a virgin Noel," she whispered from somewhere
way left-field, quite as if this was the secret
password with which to enter some underground
nightclub. It was actually more information than I
needed to know right that second.
Standing there at the foot of the bed, swaying
(probably quite unconsciously) in as seductive a manner
as it has yet been my pleasure to witness, all she
needed was the lollipop!
Sitting on the bed – I patted the spot beside me.
"I know I shouldn’t be doing this," she muttered,
seating her seventeen year old rear-end down in the
spot indicated.
I was of a mind to say "Oh, I really think you should
Katie," but thought better of it.
"You just want to know sweetheart, don’t you?" I
whispered, putting my arm round her. She nodded, with a
touch of understandable trepidation I suppose.
"What was it like? With your daughter?" she asked
breathlessly.
"You mean the first time?" I queried. She nodded.
"Well Katie," I paused for a moment smiling at her –
she was so very young! "I suppose it was a bit like
having you here today... nothing was planned... just a
case of things happening I guess... circumstances
presenting themselves suddenly." I took a hold of her
hand. "There was a lot of trust there."
"I trust you too," she whispered.
How much longer could I look at that tastefully
dressed body beside me and not wonder just what secrets
it held? For once, I really was unsure of where to
start. But I was forgetting – I had a Pagan Sex Goddess
on site. Without being asked, she kicked her own shoes
off and laid herself full length on the quilt.
Two very provocative young breasts thereby presented
themselves for inspection. Inclining my head I kissed
her just fractionally above her cleavage, moving
downstream rapidly. She let out a small gasp of either
pleasure or shock – I couldn’t tell which. From my
viewpoint, it was definitely pleasure!
Kissing her breasts full-on was most assuredly kicking
off the lesson nicely. Katie was wriggling already and
anything but minding when I placed my hands upon her
breasts and squeezed both gently. Even through her top
and bra I could feel her nipples hardening up
delightfully. Just how good is this female arousal
software?
"May I?" I asked, gesturing towards the upper buttons
of her top. That brought a flush of red to both cheeks
but she nodded – quite confidently I noted. I was
feeling rather confident too if the truth be known, and
in just a few seconds that frilly little light blue bra
was exposed in all its finery, together with the prized
contents of which Katie could be justifiably proud.
Kissing her breasts now through such wafer-thin a
protective cover, was most definitely warming the room
up. I nuzzled her cleavage which brought forth a few
sighs and a few wriggles. I won’t even begin to discuss
the physical changes taking place my side of the bed.
Showing perhaps undeniable forward-thinking, the bra
was one of those cute little front-loaders. The sighs I
was hearing moved up to embryonic moans as I flipped
open that simple clasp, revealing her breasts in all
their teenage beauty. As I have mentioned many times,
it matters not, what one has done or experienced with
other girls in the past.
Every new experience is a moment to savor, every newly
revealed breast – a treasure in its own right. In
Katie’s case – such exposure was a privilege in the
extreme and as I bent to kiss her nipples, I heard her
gasp with a mixture of girlish innocence and
anticipated pleasure.
If we had never done anything else it would have been
enough. She encouraged me however to kiss both breasts,
fondle them, even manipulate her nipples until she was
wriggling in what I suppose was some sort of pagan
delight! To be honest, it was outrageously sexy!
Now the problem is when you start acting sexy – you
want to get sexier. Try and imagine my predicament.
Sitting on a bed in downtown Colorado with a seventeen-
year old sex goddess stripped to her waist and hotter
than a fresh chili-burger. Clad only in a skirt and
squirming about like nobody’s business – how many
variables you figure would come to your mind?
It got serious when I began to propel her hemline
northwards, almost catatonic myself from the contact
with those soft yet volcanically hot young thighs. That
very first hint of her blue cotton panties spiked my
plans to keep this instructive rather than procreative
– I had to see more.
Swiftly exposing her undies to the max, I could well
understand her gasps of probable embarrassment. Her
hands instinctively taking up their defense positions,
I softly took one wrist and guided the hand to her
breast as I leaned forward and kissed her flush on the
pussy. She reacted as if electrocuted, but there was no
denying those legs had parted marginally.
Her expression was one now of urgency as much as
anxiety. I kissed her there again – deliberately longer
this time, aware that my lips were indenting the soft
material the length of her still hidden labia. Katie’s
eyes betrayed her need to learn, recognition of her own
imminent destiny and her willingness to submit. I had
no need to seek further permission! I think we both
subconsciously knew that long before I even touched
down in Denver.
Momentary un-ease flitted across her face as I slowly
pulled her panties down – taking care to maintain eye
contact with her and not to denigrate the situation by
staring at her naked pussy. That was something we could
both look at together. I think she sensed my respect
and smiled at me. Unhooking her skirt, it too joined
the heap of clothes on the floor and she lay there now
as naked as ever she had been I imagine – in polite
company at least!
When a young girl finds herself undressed in front of a
man for the first time – especially one older than her
father – she understandably questions her own judgment.
It is a huge risk and in the situation here, doubly so
– having met me but a few hours earlier. Setting her at
ease became paramount.
It being vitally important to get a girl used to both
touch and being naked, the quickest way to achieve this
is by kissing her. For one thing it serves as a majorly
enjoyable distraction to the vulnerability of the
situation.
Thus, by the time I had kissed her breasts again,
sucked those wonderfully erect little nipples and then
worked my way down to her belly – I don’t think she was
feeling too squirelly. It was an inconsequential
challenge let’s say, to get those legs spread. Not
shaven but neatly trimmed, Katie presented as desirable
a female repository as any thus released onto the world
market.
To quote Pink, I thought I would "get the party
started" by gently inserting a finger where I figured
it might get a positive reaction.
If you can call "lifting her off the bed" positive...
then I was definitely on the right track. You can
imagine what success I was to experience with two
fingers.
"When a young girl starts moaning in earnest as well as
cupping her own breasts in near ecstasy – you know
you’re doing something right. Katie was losing her
inhibitions by the minute and between barely
comprehensible snatches of dialog such as, "Ohhh, keep
doing that," and "Yesss... God that feels soo good!"
she thrashed around on her back in a state of complete
nirvana. I thought I might apply a little emotional
torture.
Pulling out my finger, which itself brought on a gasp
of "Ooooh, please don’t stop," I had her flipped over
onto her tummy before she knew what was happening. No
position is more vulnerable for a naked girl - few are
more visually appealing either, for obvious reasons.
Raising her hands above her head, I simply leaned
forward and kissed her right cheek at the very base of
her spine.
Concurrently I allowed my hands to ease their way
beneath her upper chest, where I cupped both her
wonderfully hot breasts... squeezing them softly as I
continued to kiss her bottom. The wriggling quadrupled
in intensity and as I widened the area of lip contact
to include a zone bounded by her hips to her upper
thighs – on both sides, Katie was taken to new heights
of pleasure. I don’t think she was even aware of the
indecent spread now of those young legs.
Slipping a finger back inside her pussy – for such an
act seemed called for – I discovered the full extent of
her own arousal. It was definitely a case of "And now,
the lesson for today..."
Lying on your tummy is actually a most accommodating
position for a young girl to dispense with her
virginity. Besides offering a degree of comfort, it
actually provides good vaginal access... well, so long
as she keeps her legs spread!
Having extricated my highly patient erection by
dexterous one-handed fumbling within my zipper, whilst
with my right hand I was not only applying teasing
pressure to Katie’s clitoral hood but attempting to
part her vaginal lips with much the same skill that
Moses called upon all those years ago. At least I
didn’t have hordes of Egyptian chariots pursuing me.
A virgin technically PSG may have been, but I’m here to
tell you, the remnants of her hymen were in no better a
state than the walls of Jericho following I imagine,
many a self-indulgent night at various undisclosed
erotic web-sites... nights she most definitely "let her
fingers do the walking."
Needing to apply surprisingly little pressure to make
headway, as it were, Katie let out a gasp of shock.
"Are you doing what I think you’re doing?" she giggled,
turning her head as she spoke.
"Well sweetheart," I offered between thrusts, "I’m
actually completing an honors course in gynaecology
this fall and you looked so darn cute lying there with
your legs apart, I thought I’d put some of that theory
into practice... you don’t mind do you?"
"Oooh... Oh God," was all she was able to come up with
though, in terms of an answer at least, as I began
penetrating her to hitherto untried depths. Those
wonderful legs maintained a healthy spread even as her
hips began to engage reverse-thrust to facilitate the
inbound member.
Holding her now firmly around the waist and aided in my
quest not inconsequentially by watching her curvy young
butt jiggling to each thrust, I slipped a hand beneath
her and located a sexy little breast to fondle.
One reaches a stage mid-intercourse that the perfect
rhythm has been reached and that it is but a short
time-frame until the desired finality comes a’knocking.
That day in Conifer, I felt Katie’s orgasm building
rapidly – as was my own. Lifting her bottom even
higher, I thrust in deeper still and was rewarded by
her crying out in pleasure – at exactly the moment I
parted company with several million foot-soldiers.
There is nothing sexier than a girl cupping her pussy
protectively within seconds of you having filled it for
her, most especially when she was a virgin just moments
before. Katie lay now on her back, smiling up at me,
her face flushed and her breasts noticeably damp from
exertion. She looked temptation incarnate.
"As good as you hoped for sweetheart?’ I said to her.
"Way better," she replied, giggling again. She then
leaned across and switched off the bedside lamp. "Now
teach me everything please... we’ve only got the one
night after all haven’t we?"
It was barely midnight and my pulse-rate skirting
cardiac trauma when I recall thinking, "Hell I really
gotta stop writing these stories!"
Author’s Note:
Just to wish all the readers of Kristen, together with
"Andrew" and his administrative staff, the very
happiest and safest of Christmas breaks. We may for the
most part be twisted and perverted freaks of nature but
if the truth be known, I rather suspect we simply read
(and write) what others most probably crave, but are
yet able to convince themselves of their own purity and
literate cleanliness. How many I wonder, live in total
denial of their own true feelings?
For all that I have written about and in all
truthfulness HAVE participated in – I harbor no
regrets. Whatever else we may be at Kristen's – we ARE
a community!
© Peter_Pan 2005
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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