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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Kristin's Secret
By Zep (zep1001@yahoo.com)
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A pretty young teenager was very popular at school, but
she had a secret that she wouldn't share with anybody,
until one day she discovered her difference was a rather
pleasant thing to have. (f-teen, solo, mast, herm)
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Kristen was an almost perfectly normal thirteen year-old
girl. She lived in a large house with her parents, went
to a private school thought well of by her community,
and she had a slew of friends from school, whom she hung
out with during lunch, and every day before her mom
picked her up in their SUV and drove her home.
She was also one of the cutest girls in the school, and
almost every day she got asked out by one boy or another
who had a crush on her, or merely admired her curvy
young figure.
These boys would invariably find that Kristen, or Kris
as she was generally called, would always turn them
down, the reason given that she was not allowed to date,
or to even be alone with a boy. What she did not say,
however, was the real reason she did not want to go out
with even the most attractive of them was that she was
very afraid one of them would discover her secret.
Remember, dear readers, that our Kristen is only almost
perfectly normal. Kristen always kept this in the
forward part of her mind, right between her eyes, where
she had to remember it. Her Mother and Father didn't
slack at their duties, either. They reminded her at each
morning before school, and every night after, to never
forget, lest someone outside the family find out that
she was different.
According to Father, if she so much as hinted about it
to any of her friends, it would immediately get back to
The Company, and before he knew it he would lose his
job. Mother was merely afraid her friends at the Home
Owners Association for their gated community would find
out, which according to her would be simply dreadful.
Kristen was afraid because she knew in the pit of her
stomach that all of her friends would hate her forever.
Kristen had no trouble keeping this dreadful bit of
information a secret, as it was very hard to forget. And
unlike others' whose secrets were dastardly deeds they
had done, or combinations to locks, or maybe the
location of a hidden key for their home, lest they lose
theirs, little Kris' s secret was a body part.
Her hidden shame was a big, thick penis that rested
between the cute young girl's legs. Every time she had
to take a tinkle, or even do a number two (she blushed
at the thought), she was reminded. Every time she put on
her clothes in the morning before school, or took them
off at night for bed, she was reminded.
And lately, which was very strange, whenever she looked
at one of her little friends who were part of her social
group at school, she felt a strange stirring in her
loins, and for reasons which made her cute face turn
red, she was also reminded.
It was at one of those times that we find dear Kristen,
namely bedtime, where we begin out story. The young girl
had just removed her fashionable dress and designer
underwear, and was looking at her image in the three-
panel mirror, which adorned one of the walls in her
large bedroom.
She was looking intently at the girl that stared back at
her, a cute little redheaded pixie with eyes that seemed
a tad large for her sweet round face, which curved down
into a graceful neck that terminated into her smallish
a-cup breasts. Under them, her waist narrowed slightly
into hips that flared just a little, descending into
smooth, hairless legs. The cute child frowned slightly,
shaking her head.
She knew it was what was between the legs that was the
problem. At the juncture where a perfectly normal little
girl would have a mouthwatering pink vagina, was a
large, perfectly formed, hairless cock. Oh, she consoled
herself, underneath this 'deformity' was that slick
tight hole, but unfortunately a large smooth scrotum,
which contained her two testicles, obscured it.
Of course Kris didn't know these terms, but she had a
clear enough idea to be as displeased as she was. Her
parents had explained to her enough of why she was
different that she could keep her secret. She knew that
all the other girls whom she played with at school had
to pee sitting down, which her parents made her do also,
and that they lacked the equipment which necessitated
her wearing a dress every single day.
She also knew, from her doctor, whom her mother called a
'quack' (even though little Kris had never heard him
make that sound) that her additions were the organs
which only boys normally employed. She didn't like to
think of that fact, as she considered herself a girl in
all respects, and was not comfortable with the thought
that any part of her was male.
As she was looking herself over, her hand did a curious
thing by straying down to the juncture at which her legs
met. She watched as instinctively, it grasped around her
male part, and begin to stroke it softly. Kris didn't
know what she was doing.
Before today, the only time she touched her penis was
when she had use the restroom, or clean it in the
shower. But of its own volition, it seemed, her hand was
touching it now, and for some reason it was beginning to
feel very nice indeed. As her small, soft hand began to
stroke her organ, an amazing thing began to happen. Her
cute hairless penis, which had hung limply between her
legs for a smidgen over thirteen years, began to expand!
Kristen was shocked at this development, and wanted to
stop and go ask her Mommy about this right away. She
cleared that thought from her mind instantly, as she
knew her Mother would be angry at any question about her
addition, as would her father for that matter. They
tolerated no discussion of her secret, even behind
closed doors. The young girl sighed, and resumed
stroking her organ, which had stiffened and grew even
more.
She whimpered a bit, and added her other hand to this
new activity, for now her penis had grown so large that
her one tiny hand could not fit around it anymore. With
both her hands gripped around her tool, Kris was able to
stroke it up and down very nicely now. A bit of fluid
leaked from the tip, and the little girl reddened in the
face. She hadn't meant to pee! But she soon realized the
fluid now steadily dripping from the head of her penis
was not urine. It was much more slippery, and indeed, it
was even the wrong color. It did serve a purpose, she
quickly found, in keeping her hands from abrading her
erection.
Just as she had worried about hurting herself from
rubbing too hard, the thick warm liquid soothed her
penis as well as her fear. It flowed copiously, bathing
her entire prick, making it much easier to stroke it up
and down. And it felt much better, too!
The cute little redhead smiled at the masturbating girl
in the mirror as more and more good feelings overtook
her. She pulled on her thick cock harder and faster, and
the flow of pre-cum from the tip increased as well. Her
face contorted into a grimace of pleasure as her penis
stiffened up even further. One of her little hands, the
fingernails painted a light shade of pink, found the
bulbous head of her cock, and griped it like a baseball,
rubbing all around it.
Her other hand continued stroking on the long, fat shaft
of her cock, franticly moving up and down. She scrunched
up her face, her eyes closed completely, and she began
to squeak over and over again. The little girl shook her
head franticly, she didn't know what was happening to
her body, but she loved it!
Throwing her head back, Kristen felt a tightening in the
large testicles hanging below the organ she was stroking
with both hands. Her hips began to pump, and she
increased the pace at which she was caressing herself.
Just as whatever she was building to was about to
happen, the young teenage girl suddenly pictured her
friend Ashley in her mind. Both her hands wrapped back
around her shaft as she whined in a high-pitched voice,
suddenly feeling something below her organ and inside of
her release.
The fat knob on her cock turned a darker shade of
purple, and a huge stream of cum exploded from her
prick. It arced in the air, and plastered against her
image in the mirror. The little girl gripped her large
cock harder, and felt another spasm occur. Another blast
of viscous, sticky cum appeared on the mirror. "Oh, oh,
oh!" The young 8th grader whimpered as more and more
sperm shot from her cock, waves of pleasure rolling over
her.
She felt her legs buckle, and she fell backwards onto
the floor. Her hands, however, remembered their job. As
she lay on her soft carpet, she was still coaxing load
after load of milky white jizz out of her big prick. It
shot all over her. She mewled and whimpered as she was
covered in her own cum. By the time the child was
finished with her orgasm, she was plastered, from her
chin to her painted toenails.
Kristen lay on the carpet for a while, rubbing her
deflating organ lightly, and wiggling her toes at the
sensation. She had just experienced the most delightful
feeling she had ever had in her short life, and
amazingly, it was because of her 'deformity'. Her last
thought before she got up to begin cleaning up the mess,
was to wonder what it would be like to slide her penis
into her best friend Ashley's hole.
To be continued?
Comments on this story are greatly appreciated, and can
be sent to zep1001@yahoo.com
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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