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Day at the Beach
by Caitlyn Mary Adams (caitlyn_a@hotmail.ca)
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A church group trip to the beach one afternoon turns
sinful as the youth pastor and I are introduced to
some carnal, life changing urges. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st,
mast, rom)
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Author's Note: My name's Caitlyn. I've been called
lots of things: slut, whore, easy, skank, boyfriend
stealer…you get the picture, but really I just like to
think of myself as sexually explorative.
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Like I said, my name's Caitlyn and this story happened
the summer I turned 13. My birthday's in the middle of
September and toward the end of August my church's
youth group decided to go up to the lake for a day at
the beach.
I suppose I should describe myself a little bit. At
the time I would never have called myself "hot", but I
knew that I had a decent body. My legs were long and
nicely shaped. Above them was my butt that had already
gotten me more than a few glances from boys in my
class and even from a few older guys (needless to say
I've always considered my butt one of my favorite
assets). My stomach was nice and flat with virtually
none of the baby fat appearance that some girls my age
hadn't quite lost. My boobs were a small A-cup,
basically like someone cut a nice orange in half and
stuck the halves on my chest. I never thought of my
boobs as anything worth a guy looking at, but I knew
they'd grow because my mom and her sister both have
great chests (mom being a big D-cup and my aunt even
bigger) and I would probably follow. But at the time
all I had was my little orange halves. My skin was
soft with an okay tan from a summer spent mowing the
lawn and swimming and my hair as always was long,
thick, and a rich dark brown.
So there we all were at the beach. There were about
twenty of us with a good mix between guys and girls. I
wasn't quite super confident in my body so when it
came time to change I decided to go with just my
bikini top on top and some swim shorts over my bikini
bottoms. Some of the other girls wore just their
bikinis (some of which were more than a little
immodest) while other girls had tankinis on and there
were even a few one-piece suits. I was glad for the
mixture since I didn't want to look silly by not
wanting to wear just my bikini bottoms. Some of the
guys were trying not to stare at us girls and I caught
a few glances coming my way. It was a nice feeling.
We played some games and just generally had a great
time. About mid-afternoon I was swimming and I
realized my top was coming undone. I slipped up to the
change shack and looked in the mirror. The knot was
almost totally untied and no matter how hard I tried I
couldn't get it tied properly behind my back. Looking
back, I could have just twisted it around, tied it in
front of me and twisted it back around, but sadly,
that didn't really pop into my head.
I poked my head outside, hoping to see one of the
other girls nearby, but literally the only person I
could see was my youth pastor. For the sake of him not
going to prison and getting manhandled for the next 15
years we're just going to name him Rob.
Now, Rob was an awesome youth pastor. He was 19 so he
could still keep up with the guys and enjoyed most of
the same stuff as them, but he was also hot enough to
keep us girls coming every week to see him. Needless
to say, I wasn't the only girl there that had had a
late night rub session at home after youth group on
Friday night.
So after summoning all the courage I could muster, I
managed to get Rob's attention and he came over. I
opened the door and turned around so he could see how
my straps were undone. He chuckled and said he'd fix
me up, but that we should step inside so nobody gets
some strange idea about what he was doing with me. I
laughed nervously and agreed. To this day I still
don't think he actually planned for anything to happen
when we stepped into that change hut, but stuff
happens sometimes.
We went inside and let the door close behind us. He
told me to turn around so he could take a look and I
did. He had to finish untying the strings so that he
could retie them again and it felt weird to suddenly
have my top so loose as he tried to work out the knot
in the wet strings. I tried to relax my body so he
wouldn't see how nervous I was. I lifted my arms so he
could work the strings without me being in the way and
I didn't really realize that the front of my top
lifted as well. Suddenly I clued in that my little
tits were exposed. I glanced back and definitely
caught him looking and I realized that for a second
his hands quit working on the strings. I quickly
looked forward again when our eyes met.
Time slowed down and my heart felt like it was pumping
hard enough to burst out of my chest. I don't know if
it was immediately after our eyes met or if it took
him a while, but suddenly I felt his hands on my bare
back. They moved under my arms to my ribs and I held
my breath. His hands slowly crept forward more and I
felt them touch the side of my breasts. I couldn't
help myself…I gasped, and just as quickly I felt his
hands retreating. I reflexively clamped my arms down
on his hands and shakily whispered, "It's okay, it
felt nice." I couldn't believe that I had just said
it.
His hands didn't move and I realized my arms were
still clamped down on them. I slowly lifted my arms
and tried to look calm when really my heart was
beating out of control and my mind was racing a
thousand miles per second. His hands slid slowly back
across my ribs and I caught my breath again as the
brushed the sides of my breasts. He stopped again, but
didn't pull his hands away. I gave a tiny nod and he
knew what I meant. His fingers slid over my breasts
and I looked down to see that my nipples had already
gotten harder than I'd ever seen them before. I was
embarrassed, but I knew there was nothing I could do.
I watched as his fingers ran over my nipples, which
responded by getting even more erect. His hands kept
moving to completely cover my breasts and felt the
first real stirrings of pleasure deep inside me.
I gave up trying to breathe normally and just gave
into the waves of pleasure that were washing over me.
His hands quickly found a rhythm squeezing and rubbing
my tiny breasts. My nipples continued to grow harder
and his fingers would pinch them every now and then as
if he was trying to make them grow even more –
something that I didn't even think could happen at
that point.
Rob continued working my breasts as the familiar
feeling of a building orgasm started in my shorts. He
must have sensed it because his right hand left my
breast and slowly slid down my stomach to the edge of
my shorts. His fingers ran back and forth along the
edge of my shorts a few times before sliding down even
further outside my shorts. His left hand continued to
rub and squeeze and pinch, but it was his right hand
that had my full attention now. I felt his fingers put
the slightest bit of pressure on my pussy and
fireworks went off in my head. My whole body was
shaking and I could feel moisture in my groin. I was
cumming. I couldn't believe it happened so fast, but
it did.
Since I usually stopped my personal masturbation at
home after just one orgasm I figured we were going to
stop what we were doing, but Rob surprised me. After
my orgasm subsided, his hands renewed their sexual
assault on my preteen body. His fingers began a steady
rhythmic rubbing of my pussy through my shorts.
Occasionally I would feel a finger press just inside
my opening and I'd gasp, but I knew Rob wasn't going
to stop every time I gasped anymore.
At one point it dawned on me that I was getting groped
by my youth pastor, but the thought was quickly
replaced by a blissful acceptance. I was getting
groped by the hottest guy I knew and that pretty much
every other girl in the youth group would kill to be
in this situation right now.
My second orgasm was building fast. I could already
feel my juices in my shorts and I could vaguely feel
my body humping his hand in rhythm with his hands'
rubbings.
Suddenly the pressure his right hand had been putting
on my pussy was gone. I opened my eyes and glanced
down just in time to see his hand slide inside the
front of my shorts and I felt it slip inside my bikini
bottoms as it went. Now I could actually feel his
fingers rubbing and probing on my bare skin. A finger
slipped inside my moist pussy and that was it for me.
The world disappeared and in my mind there was only
pure explosive, orgasmic bliss. All I could focus on
was how amazing it felt. My body humped his hand
eagerly as I moaned softly and whispered pleas for
more. I could feel the dampness of my bikini bottom,
but I didn't care. All I wanted was more pleasure and
as my orgasm subsided I let my mind focus on
everything he was doing: his one hand rubbing and
grinding and probing my prepubescent pussy, his other
hand squeezing and pinching my tiny breasts and
extremely erect nipples, his lips kissing my bare
back.
As I stood there on shaky legs, Rob turned me around.
Our eyes met and locked for a moment that stretched on
forever. I vaguely heard him ask, "More?" and I must
have nodded because as time caught back up with the
moment I felt his warm lips engulf my nipple and
almost the whole little tit. His tongue flicked over
my nipple and my pussy went back into overdrive again.
I don't remember grabbing his head, but when I managed
to open my eyes I was holding his head as tight
against my chest as I could. He had one hand behind me
holding me tight so that his other hand could slip
back inside my shorts (which were now partially pulled
down without revealing anything) and I felt the
familiar probing of his glorious fingers again. He
switched to my other nipple and I knew that my third
orgasm was going to happen fast and that it would be
big.
I had never imagined someone else sucking on my
nipples, and for that someone to be the subject of my
nightly masturbations was just mind-blowing. Rob's
tongue slid over the whole surface of that tit before
sliding back to the first one where it renewed its
sucking. Meanwhile the hand that had been on my back
was now down the back of shorts (pushing them down to
match the slightly lowered front) and he was groping
my butt.
"God I've always loved the shape of your butt,
Caitlyn," he whispered to me, "I've always wondered
how it would feel."
Between my rapid heavy breaths I managed to speak
somehow. "Really?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered. "Now I know it feels even better
than it looks."
And with that he gave it a good hard squeeze and at
the same time slid his finger deeper into my pussy
than it had ever been yet. The moan that came out of
my mouth was a little louder than I meant it to be,
but I couldn't help it. This was my biggest orgasm yet
and he fingered and squeezed and sucked me through the
entire thing until after what felt like it could have
been five minutes my body started to relax a little.
He pulled his lips off my nipple and gave both of them
a little kiss before smiling up at me. The hand on my
butt gave one last squeeze and the one in the front of
my shorts was slowly removed. We both looked at the
juice-covered hand and I gasped and laughed nervously.
I don't know why, but I apologized for the mess and he
assured me it was perfectly all right. He stuck a
finger in his mouth and I realized it must have been
the finger he was using. My whole body was shaking
uncontrollably as I stood there and he knelt in front
of me. In the back my shorts were about halfway down
my butt.
In the front they were down just above the top of my
now extremely moist slit. My bikini top was still
hanging untied. And yet I couldn't even move to fix
any of that. My whole body felt like it was being
electrocuted and the shaking just wouldn't stop. Rob
opened his arms and I just fell into them for a huge
hug. He rubbed my back and I just gasped for breath
into his neck as if I had just been saved from
drowning.
Our hug ended and his hands slid down to my hips. They
moved around to my butt, and after give both cheeks a
nice squeeze he pulled my shorts back up to where they
were supposed to be and retied the strings. I smiled
at him and turned around so he could (finally) retie
my bikini top. Once that was done I turned back around
and gave him another hug. He stood up and I realized
he had a massive erection and I just stared. He
chuckled and excused himself jokingly. He adjusted
himself and asked if I was all right.
I told him that that had been the most amazing moment
of my life and I thanked him for it. He told me that
he always thought I was extremely attractive in many
different ways and I confessed to thinking he was hot
for the past few years. We both laughed and I finally
worked up the courage to ask him if we would ever do
anything like that again. He kissed me on top of my
head and said that if I wanted to and if I promised
that it was our not so little secret that we could
have a lot more moments like the one we just had. I
agreed.
We decided that it might be better if we didn't leave
at the exact same time and so after checking that the
coast was clear outside, Pastor Rob slipped out the
door after shooting me a wink. I stayed standing in
the change hut for a few more minutes, still trying to
calm my heart down. I glanced down at my chest and
realized that my nipples were still rock hard and
protruding super visibly. Since I couldn't do anything
about that without totally changing into my normal
clothes with my padded bra I figured I might as well
just go for a swim in the lake to cool off.
I didn't realize it, but that short time in the change
hut would literally change my life. And youth group
would never be the same Hide and Seek anyone?
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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