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Kristin (Mf, ped)
by A Jones (c) 1994

*

 
     I can remember it as if it happened a few days ago.  What we
experienced will forever be in my mind.  But it happened two years ago. 
Those two years have been hell without her, but somehow, I've stayed alive;
knowing that I will some day be back in her arms.  She's the only girl I've
grown to love.  And love her I will for all time.  
 
     I remember seeing her that first day.  She came in with her dad to
were I work.  I watched intently to catch a glimpse of this pleasing young
girl.  I was hoping desperately that she would step out of the car that she
rode in.  My prayers were answered moments later when she got and entered
the building with her dad.  I looked at her with an "eagle eye".  She was
very beautiful indeed.  Standing about 5 feet tall (Her dad was only 5
feet, 8 inches...my height); my guess was that she was about 11 or 12,
maybe 13 at most.  (I at the time was 20.)  Her long, straight, brown hair 
flowing down to the middle of her back.  Her bangs of her hair were styled 
into a puff above her forehead.  The overall look was her soft, beautiful,
childish face was outlined by her hair.  And as I looked into her luscious
brown eyes, I could see a degree of longing, of wanting, of yearning, of--
love?  Her black outfit outlined her curves (what little she had) very
well.   Her breasts were pert; still developing and standing out fully
against the tee-shrit she wore.  The shorts clung closely to her lower
half; showing off her very small, tight ass.  I wondered who this doll was
that I was drooling over.  As her dad paid for his gas (yes, I work at a
gas station), he made an appointment to have his car worked on.  I thought,
"Good I'd get the name now."  His name is Don S., and he wanted to come in
next Saturday. (Good, I'd be able to see them again)  As he left, he called
Kristin out.  Now I knew a name!  I told myself that was an appropriate
name for such a work of art.  Now, all I had to do was wait till next
Saturday to see her again.  
 
     It was a long wait, but I did see her again in a week.  She came in
again with her father; she and her dad waited in the shop with me while the
car was getting repaired.  We talked and got to know each other very well. 
Kristin and I seemed to "click" instantly.  It was almost as if the fates
had brought us together.   Then the work was done; and they left.  I found
myself longer for her.  I wanted to be with her; with her that day, that
night, the rest of the week.  I was not long before I saw her again.  
 
     And then she and her dad were coming into the gas station on a regular
basis.  I was beginning to see Kristin more and more and finding myself
wanting her, lusting for her.  I wanted to make love to her; have sex with
her.   After time, I and she became very close.  I would talk to her
outside the station while her dad would pump the gas.  I would joke with
her, laugh with her.  I still wanted her badly, and I began to think that
she knew it.  Then one day it happened.
     
 
 
 
 
                      Is it Love or Lust?
     
     I was going to visit a friend one Saturday after work and I saw Don
working.  I stopped to talk and soon Kristin appeared.  I was soon talking
to Kristin only as Don went back to work.  Kristin and I were together for
about one and a half hours.  She asked me if I had a girlfriend.  I told
herno.  She asked if I would like one.  I said I would.  She asked if she
could be my girlfriend.  I told her I would love for her to be my girl.  At
that, I got up and hugged her deeply.  I could feel her breasts against my
lower chest.  They were firm; very firm and I began to get hard.  She felt
it stiffen against her stomach and pulled my closer to her.  I wished we
could of held that position longer, but because of her fear of her dad
seeing us, we disembarrassed.   We looked deep into each others eyes and we
both agreed we wanted the same thing:  love and sex.  As the day came to an
end, she and her dad went back to their home and I to mine.  I would see
her again shortly, I just knew it.  Call it instinct. 
 
     I was only two days later that her father stopped back in.  I went out
to greet him in hopes of seeing Kristin.  To my surprise, she was not with
him.  It turned out she was swimming, and he was on his way to pick her up.
 Oh, how I wished to see what she looked like in a swimsuit.  I conjured up
images that were downright sexual.  I began to get hard.  I quickly
returned to reality so nobody would notice.  As Don and I were talking, he
made the comment that he had a date for the up coming Friday. (He was
divorced)  His follow-up comment was that he needed someone to watch both
Kristin and Ben. (The younger brother of 9 years.)  I asked how old they
both were that they needed a sitter.  Don informed me that Kristin was 11;
soon to be 12, and that Ben was 9.  Thoughts ran through my head.  Kristin
was indeed 11!  She was so beautiful for that young tender age.  I was
determined that new information would stop me from wanting Kristin.  I had
made my mind up.  I knew that she was young, I still wanted her;  Badly!  I
told him I would be glad to offer my services to watch the kids.  He said
that would be great and wanted to know how much I would charge.  I told him
there would be no charge; that it would just be my pleasure to watch them. 
Of course, I had ulterior motives in my reasons to watch Kristin and Ben. 
He said that he would drop them off at 5:30pm that Friday night, and pick
them up later that night.  My heart pounded as I said I would be ready for
them.  I could not wait till that night to be with Kristin, I thought I
would never make it.
 
     But I did.  They came at 5:30pm as stated, and I welcomed them in.  We
sat down in the TV room, and discussed what we would all like for dinner. 
We agreed that we would like to eat out; which we did.  After dinner, we
went back to my place for some after dinner activities.  Ben immediately
saw the Nintindo I had and started playing.  Kristin joined in shorty
afterwards, as I watched her squirm and wiggle around as she played.  I
became aroused and my dick started to grow in my pants.  Soon after
watching Kristin for a few minutes, I was fully erect.  I felt myself just
wanting to pull her away from the TV, bring her into my bedroom and doing
it to her right then.  I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to get out of
the room.  
 
     I left to go to my room and use my computer just to get Kristin off my
mind.  I was working until she came to see me.  She asked what I was doing.
I told her that I was just working on a program.  I stopped and then began
to talk to her.  We talked about many things, but it soon turned into a
discussion about sex and love.  Soon into the conversation, I began to get
another erection.  I held it down so Kristin would not notice.   Then out
of the blue, Kristin made a comment about my sexuality.  I got out of the
chair and she jumped up from the bed.  She tried to get out of the room
before I could catch her.  It didn't work; I did catch her.  I threw her
and myself on my bed.  I held her down so she couldn't move.  She whispered
questionably, "rape?"  I said no; I told her I wouldn't do anything she
objected to.  She made no movement, spoke no words. I was pressed very
close to her; in the side-saddle position.  It was then that I moved her
hair out of face.  I could see in her eyes that she was ready; that she
wanted me to make the first move.  
 
     I moved my body so I was almost on top of her, yet off to the side.  I
could move my hands and head freely.  I gently rested my right hand next to
her left ear and stroked her soft, silky, long hair.  The other hand found
its way across her stomach.  As I looked at her, she became even more
beautiful; glowing with anticipation.  I kissed her gently on the lips,
savoring the moment we touched.  She quivered ever so slightly.  She was
wanting, but yet, unsure of herself.   I looked down at her body.  I could
see that her breasts had become pert.  The nibbles were straining against
the cotton pull-over that held them back.  I moved my hand slowly across
her stomach and gently cupped her right tit.  If she wasn't aroused before,
she most certainly was now.  She arched her back to plant more of herself
in my hand and at the same time, rolled her head back opening her mouth.  I
took the moment to kiss her again.  She rested herself, letting her back
lay against the bed again.  Forcing my tongue past the slight crack between
her lips and into her mouth, I probed for her tongue.  Knowing or not
knowing, she opened her mouth just a bit more and pushed her tongue up to
greet mine.  
 
     We greeted each other as if we had known one another for years.  The
kiss was long, deep and wet.  I moved slowly from her mouth down to her
neck; dragging my tongue along, arousing her even more.  As I reached the
bottom of the neck, I began kissing her gently and lightly playing with her
now plump breasts.  She moaned slightly as a ripple of an orgasm went
through her.  My cock was now rock solid; wanting to get some of the action
as well.  I pulled Kristin's hand down between our bodies, and put it on my
firm erection.  She kept her hand there without any objection.  I then
moved my left hand from Kristin's breast down to her waist at her shirt to
get at her flesh-- young, hot flesh.  I pulled her top up and moved my hand
underneath.  I slid it up slowly and found what I was looking for.  The
breasts were _warm_.  I gently pinched the nipple on one.  Kristin arched
her back profoundly and let out a loud muffled moan.  Although it was
muffled, it was still loud enough that I thought it would bring Ben into
the room.  I guess he was still engrossed with the video games that he
didn't hear it; he didn't come.
 
     The next thing that happened, happened to me.  I felt Kristin remove
her hand from my member, and placed it _into_ my pants.  She slowly moved
down to where she could wrap the tips of her fingers around my shaft.  She
squeezed me with most of her strength.  It was I that moaned that time.  I
bent over her again and kissed her.  I kept my mouth on, or maybe _in_, her
mouth for a long time.  Time had passed that so quickly that we were both
startled by the doorbell ringing.  We composed ourselves and went to the
door.  It was here dad coming to take her and Ben back home.  He asked
Kristin how the night went, and she responded that it was very enjoyable.  
     
 
 
                      
                        The Action Heats Up
               
     It was a few days later that I got to see Kristin again, but when I
did, I was in heaven again.  It was the same for her.  I asked when I would
be able to see her again, and she said she didn't know.  When it came time
for Don to pay for his fuel, we went inside and talked a little.  He told
me that he was wondering if I would like to watch Kristin and Ben again.  I
told him I most certainly would like to.  He told me to be at his place at
6:00pm.  I told him I would definitely be there.  The appointed hour came,
and I was there.  He said he would be back around 10:30 or 11:00pm.  I said
that would be fine. (It would give Kristin and I some time alone with each
other.)  He left and we all sat around watching the TV.  About an hour
after Don left, someone came calling for Ben.  I told him he could go out,
but to be back by 9:00pm.  He left and that now gave Kristin and I two
hours to do what we both wanted.  
 
     I looked at her and I could tell she was ready.  I grabbed her hands
and pulled her out of the chair and into the bedroom.  She came with me
willingly.  I set her down on the edge of the bed and I proceeded to get on
my knees.  I moved my hands along her warm, soft legs (she was wearing
shorts).  Moving along slowly, teasing Kristin every inch of the way, I
finally reached her knees and I pulled my hands on the inside of her legs. 
I positioned my hands so that the thumbs pointed towards her pussy.  I
moved along and as reached the better part of her lower half, I move my
hands on top of her legs.  I moved my hands closer and Kristin started to
tense.  I approached the bottom of the shorts and slid my thumbs
underneath.  I continued to move upward, reaching the edge of her
underpants.  I looked up at Kristin's face.  Her eyes were closed and her
mouth was opened slightly as she took in breaths of air.  I watched closely
as I moved my thumbs down to her virginal pussy.  Both of my thumbs reached
it at the same time.  Tremors went through Kristin; she was as excited as I
was.   I moved my thumbs over her pre-adolescent outer lips.  She was so
overwhelmed by the sensation that went through her, I thought she would hit
the ceiling.   I looked up again at her face and kissed her.  Again, it was
another wet kiss; our tongues wrapping around one another.  I moved my
hands away from her vital zone and pulled up her shirt.  I moved slowly
like I did the other day, and again received the same response from
Kristin.  I maneuvered all the way up along her sides pushing the shirt as
I went.  When I reached her underarms, I continued around her back to her
neck.  I then pulled off Kristin's shirt by pulling my hands along her
arms.  I stood back to admire the scene.  
 
     Kristin was sitting there glowing with excitement.  Her breasts had
again grown pert with the nipples were sticking straight out; nothing was
holding them back this time.  I removed my shirt and pants.  Kristin looked
down at the stiff bulge in my underwear.  As I came close to kiss her, she
grabbed my member and held it tightly.  I then leaned her back on the bed,
kissing her front as she rested against the bed.  I unbuttoned her shorts
and slid them off by moving my hands down her but.  I stood up again
appraising the lovely sight before my eyes.  I noticed that there was a wet
spot on the bottom of Kristin's underwear.  I could tell she wanted it as
much as I did.  I moved towards her body, taking her hands in mine, I
pulled her off the bed, picked her up and set her back down so that she was
lying completely on the bed.  Crawling on the bed, I came to be on top of
her, holding her hands off to the sides.  I kissed her lightly on the lips
and pressed my body hard against her body.  She could feel the stick that
pressed against her stomach.  I moved my kisses down her body till I
reached her breasts.  There I pulled one nipple with my lips.  It was then
that Kristin let out the first moan that night.  Not a moan of pain, but
rather of pleasure.  I moved over to the other tit and did the same thing,
and again, Kristin went wild.  I moved along to the side of Kristin and
kissed her more.  As I did, I moved my hands down to the ass, reaching
inside her panties again to feel the soft tissue of her cheeks.  As I moved
around with my right hand to her pussy, I pulled the underwear off
slightly.  Still kissing, I reached down for her hairless vagina.  I pushed
down and rested my fingers around her sensual spot.  She squirmed, and I
felt her juices flow out.  I kissed her again.  I then slowly put my index
finger in her.  She squirmed again, but this time more violently; feeling
feelings that she had never felt before.  It was as if she was a little
child on Christmas morning.  She was very wet and very tight.  She knew
what was coming, and was ready for it.  At that time, I removed my finger
and pulled off her underpants.  I moved so I was on top off her legs and
removed my underpants as well.  She looked down and sighed letting out a
deep breath of anticipation.  
 
     Easing between Kristin's legs I came down on top of her to kiss her
again on the lips.  I asked if she really wanted to continue, and her only
response was her grabbing my stiff cock hard that I took in a big breath of
air.  I pushed myself up to my elbows and separated her legs even more.  I
moved myself to where the head of my member was at her outer lips.  I
raised myself to my hands and I pushed into Kristin's never before entered
vagina.  The first thrust brought me to just barely inside her.  I could
feel the inner lips at the tip of my cock.  I pressed again, and Kristin
bucked to help me; pushing her body to meet my dick.  It was slow, but I
didn't want to hurry.  Every thrust brought a new sensation to Kristin. 
She inhaled deeply at each push and moaned/exhaled at each rest.  I began
to meet Kristin's breathing because of her _tight_ pussy.  I moaned at each
thrust for her vaginal walls were pushing hard against my stiff meat.  The
tip was being pushed against by her walls, as well as being pushed back as
to stop any further advancement.  
 
     It was some time after before I reached the depths of Kristin's
insides.  I didn't want to hurt Kristin in any way, but yet, I still wanted
to go all the way; I wanted to go deep into Kristin before I gave way.  I
kept pushing at short intervals until I felt her hymen surround my tip.  I
wanted to continue so I pushed into her more gently, easing the pain that I
could now see in Kristin's lovely face.  I could feel the hymen giving way
and I could also feel my juices building inside of me.  It would not long
before I would explode into Kristin.  I pushed again and again; each time
her hymen gave a little more, and each time, I felt my orgasm approach. 
Finally I could not take the pressure or the pleasure, and I gave one final
thrust into Kristin.  I broke her hymen and my dick rushed deep inside her.
She arched her back so much that I thought she would lift me as well.  It
was then that I reached my ultimate pleasure; my cock drove deep into
Kristin's body, and I shot, with full force, my load that had been waiting.
I pumped my dick in her a few times to get all my fluid out of me and into
her.  I moved slowly; pumping a little longer until I began to grow soft. 
At that, I pulled out of Kristin's now non-virganal pussy with a slurp.  I
lay beside Kristin kissing her neck, ears, and lips.  She rolled over to me
and held me tight and whispered in my ear, "I love you."  I rubbed her back
and moved my hands around to fondle her breasts once more before we had to
get dressed.  
 
     I kissed her again on the mouth as we both got up from the bed and
cleaned up.  It was just in time; Ben came in the door a short while after.
We watched TV the rest of that night; Ben in the chair, Kristin and I
sitting next to each other on the couch.  It was after midnight when Don
returned.  Ben had fallen asleep in the chair, and Kristin was asleep in my
arms.  I told Don that Ben had gone to play with a neighbor while Kristin
and I watched TV.  He said that was good.  He woke Ben up to get him to
bed, and I carried Kristin to her bed.  I kissed her good night and told
her, "Happy 12th Birthday... a couple days early.",  with a smile.  She
smiled back at me between kisses and said, "It's the best I've ever
received, and I _do_ love you."  That night I left their house with a wide
smile one of the greatest feeling fulfilment.  I had found that Kristin was
the girl I loved and wanted to be with for the rest of my life.  Sadly it
was not to last;  she moved out of state a short while after.  But during
that time we had left before she moved, we loved a lifetimes worth.  And I
will never forget her.
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