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Christie - copyright 2000 by Patrick Flanagan

   

   My wife and I had made friends with Christie and her mom about four
years ago.  Christie was only sixteen and still in high school when her
parents divorced and it was kind of rough on her.  My wife and I took
Christie under our wing and 'adopted' her as the daughter we never had.

   Two years ago Christie moved on to a college in California and, again,
my wife and I stepped up to the plate and covered the cost of books,
tuition, and a small stipend so that the young lady did not have to work.
She did well in her studies, but problems at home led her to abandon her
college plans and move back with her mom in a crappy little town a couple
hundred miles from here.  Things promptly went down hill for Christie and
my marriage also went down hill at the same time.

   About two months ago I came home from work and found four empty walls
facing me.  All that was left were a few pieces of furniture and my
clothes. There was some bullshit note about how my wife, "couldn't take it
anymore!" so I set about rebuilding my life.  In the middle of all the crap
in my life, Christie and I became closer friends and we devoted more time
to each other on the telephone and online.  I became obsessed with this
young lady who saw me only as an older friend.

   One night I'm sitting at home and Christie called and told me about how
her mom had gone off for the week with some guy she met at work.  Christie
was in tears and mentioned how it would be nice if I was closer and not so
far away, she really needed my company this evening.  I knew she meant she
wanted my friendship, but I felt that this was the time to pursue my
obsession.

   I found an excuse to get off the phone and I packed a bag with a few
things and hopped in the car.  It was almost midnight when I knocked on the
door of the little apartment and a bleary eyed beauty opened the door and
rushed into my arms.  We sat together on the sofa and she poured out her
soul to me and then fell against me just wracked with sobs.  She was never
one for strong drink, but she didn't argue with me as I started to feed her
the best part of the bottle of brandy I had brought with me.  Granted, the
first two drinks took a little coaxing, but the next five went down like
warm milk.  The clock struck one and my darling fantasy was now emotionally
and physically exhausted and further impaired by the brandy.

   I told her that it was time to go to bed and she nodded her agreement.
With that I picked her up and made for her bedroom.  She almost passed out
as I lay her on the soft comforter, but briefly came to her senses to ask
me why I was taking her nightgown off.

   "I can't make love to you if you're wearing it, sweetie."

   I thought for sure that my risky reply would result in a rebellion, but
she was too far gone for even a feeble argument.  I lifted the garment over
her head and revealed her luscious little titties.  I found myself
enraptured at the mere sight of those precious mounds that I had dreamt of
for so many long, sleepless nights.  Her nipples were perfectly centered
and were just the right proportion to what I took to be 34C breasts.

   I eased her back to let her lie down on the bed and then went to work on
removing her delicate panties.  I firmly grasped them at either hip and
worked them back and forth, almost like flossing, until they were out from
under her amazingly perfect ass.  It was nothing from there to lift her
legs and pull the dainty little things completely off.

   After I put her legs back down I just sat back on the dressing chair in
her room and stared at her naked beauty.  I adored how her chest lightly
rose and fell with each breath and how the light from the little lamp on
the bedside table alternately shadowed and illuminated her perfect form. 
The thought occurred to me that she seemed almost to have been carved from
a piece of marble, like a statue by Michelangelo or DaVinci.  Her legs were
a vision of glory; their golden hue leading from her perfectly manicured
toes to the lovely brown bush at her belly.

   I could wait no more.  I shed my clothes and joined my angel on her bed
and lay next to her warm, supple, vulnerable body.  I gingerly tested her
awareness by lightly touching her arm and I received no response.  I soon
found myself eagerly exploring her every curve and crevice!

   I tenderly touched her little nipple and it rose in reply to the
stimulation.  I called to me and I soon gave it the attention it deserved;
my tongue descended and I soon had the bud of her bosom as hard and
wrinkled as a raisin.  My attentions lingered there when I heard a faint
moan rise from her lips, as if to urge me on.

   I wanted this to be wonderful for her, too, and I continued to pleasure
her bud while my free hand sought out the cleft that was my ultimate goal
this evening.  The soft hair greeted my fingers and quickly surrendered
their defense of my angels' awaiting pussy.  First one, then two of my
fingers probed into her body.  My thumb exposed her hardened clit from
under its hood while my fingers gloried in exploring her tender folds.  My
attentions were soon rewarded with a subtle thrust of her pelvis and the
very faintest of moans from her mouth.  I held back my urges for a moment
to explore where this moment may lead.  I intensified my ministrations to
her body and found her drifting back to consciousness, moaning and mumbling
and lightly writhing from the pleasure I was inflicting upon her.

   Christie truly surprised me when she moved her hand down to her pussy
and pushed my hand out of the way.  I thought the night would soon end with
her realizing what I was up to, but then found myself utterly stunned as
she began to masturbate herself into a furious orgasm.  I damn near blew my
rocks just watching her rub furiously at her bush as her breath came in
deeper and deeper gasps.  And then, like an earthquake, it was over and she
fell back into the veil of the brandy.

   Christie had now fully relaxed and my fingers, when they explored her
pussy, found a moist and almost soaking result from her lovely release. 
This was my moment.

   I committed myself to fulfilling my fantasy and slowly spread her supple
legs apart and then I knelt between them to kiss her belly and revel in the
scent of her musk.  That wonderful smell was a victory to me as it meant
that I would soon conquer her lovely body.

   I eased myself down on her lithe form and kissed my way up her belly,
nibbled up her nipples, and finally lingered on her soft, pouty lips.  She
resisted ever so feebly as I kissed her our first kiss on the lips, my
tongue gently exploring her soft lips and the yielding interior beyond.  I
fought to stop myself from attacking her and simply ravishing my little
jewel.  It took a moment, but I regained my composure and then eased my
cock right up to the wet gates of her treasures.

   Oh, the absolute glory as my cock met her awaiting pussy!  My heart beat
through my chest as I began to consummate my felony.  I felt her body
suddenly yield as my cock slid in just a bit and then met a certain
resistance.  I wondered for a moment if she had a tampon in her and then I
realized that I was taking her precious virginity!  This glorious beauty
had saved herself and I was to be the man who would feel the pleasure of
her womanhood for the very first time!

   Her eyes fluttered open at that moment and she just stared at me as I
kissed her and began to deflower her.  Her hands rose to my sides and
seemed to encourage me to go on with my task.  Four, then five, then six
strokes against her barrier as we kissed and then she gave the very
quietest cry of pain as my cock passed fully into her depths.  Ohhhhhhhh...


   Mere words cannot begin to express my joy as her warmth closed about my
throbbing cock.  I slowly plunged myself to her virgin depths, withdrew,
and then began the adventure anew.  Each time I probed into her pussy I
could feel the cum building in my balls like a flood behind a dam.

   I had wished to make this last all night but I could not prevent the
surge that caused me to impale her precious body with my thickened cock as
I spewed spurt after spurt of my eager sperm into her untainted pussy.  It
was a good five minutes before my cock stopped its twitching and I allowed
myself to slip out of her drenched body.

   She was still looking at me when I finally ventured to look her in the
eye after my awful deed, maybe twenty minutes later.  I thought for certain
that my jail sentence was, at best, maybe only a month away when she said,

   "Aren't you going to do it again?" 
