Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 10:12:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: neo_matrix555@yahoo.com
Subject: Chris Hits It 2

This is another story of Chris's Adventures. You should find it under the
bisexual high school category. Although it's not necessary to read the
first one, it will definitely help you with some of the history of this
one. This one will include more of that thing we all love- sex. Of course,
standard warning: If you are a minor, you shouldn't be reading this. Even
if this was written by a minor, you still shouldn't be able to be reading
it.  Although I would like to see the world-savvy kid who would pull up
his/her boxers/panties at this point.

  If possessing pornography is illegal where you live, don't go past this
point.  I am not responsible for any legal ramifications up to and
including fine or imprisonment.  Hopefully, free speech has not degraded so
far, or hopefully you don't live in the U.S.  No offense.

  If you enjoy this story, or have suggestions for future stories, or would
just like to talk about anything related, send me an e-mail at
Neo_Matrix555@yahoo.com

I would also love to receive most any dirty e-mails or stories you might
send me. I love other people's fantasies, and I would love to hear about
your personal experiences or fantasies.  No flames, please. However,
CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome. Please put 'Chris's Hits It' as the
subject so I know what it's about. Please also let me know if you would
like the story to go on.

  Remember, never do anything to or with someone that they don't want to
do.  Sex is a wonderful thing between two consenting partners of ANY kind.
Rape is a horrible thing between a consenting partner and a non-consenting
partner of ANY kind.

Sex is good.
Rape is bad.
Long live sex!!
Sincerely,
Love_XX


 Chris hesitated a moment longer, looking into the
eleven year old's eyes. They both seemed to be frozen
in the moment, wondering what the other was thinking.
Although her gaze was unreadable, Chris knew what he
was thinking: if he got caught out here, Adam might
never speak to him again. Or suck his dick, for that
matter.
 Chris didn't want to jeopardize either the friendly
relationship or the sexual one, so he quickly jumped
inside Nicole's room and slid the door shut quietly
behind him.
 Not currently thinking of Nicole's state of undress,
he hissed at her, "Turn the light off!"
 Meekly but quickly she flicked the lamp switch, and
Chris put his ear to the door and listened for what
felt like an eternity but was probably only about five
minutes. Not hearing anymore sounds, he breathed a
small sigh of relief and turned again to Nicole.
 The only light in the room now was the orange glow
from the streetlamps outside, which washed everything
in an unearthly glow. Nicole's pale skin, ivory in
color, radiated in the light as if she were the moon
incarnated in girl form. She crouched frozen beside
the lamp, her arms covering her small developing tits.
The look on her face was less fear than guilt, as if
she had been caught doing something bad.
 "It's okay," Chris said.
 She  looked at him, still guiltily, though perhaps
now because her eyes has dropped...down to his pants,
where an erection still lingered somewhere within the
mesh shorts.
 "Am I in trouble?" she asked, still not taking her
eyes off his dick, which was starting to show off from
all the attention.
 Chris sighed. "No, of course not."
 Nicole stood up, still careful to cover herself, and
grabbed a blanket from the bed. She wrapped it around
herself before sitting on the edge of the bed. She
looked at him quizzically, as if she had a question to
ask, but was afraid to ask it.
 "What?" Chris asked.
 She blushed, still looking at his pants, and said,
"Nothing."
 They sat in silence for a moment until Chris broke it
again.
 "What were you doing before I came in?" he asked,
softly, not wanting to scare her.
 She blushed even harder, the red flush trailing the
length of her face and even eclipsing some of the
freckles sprawled across her cute nose. She shook her
head again, not hard, but unwilling to share what she
had been doing.
 "I need to put some clothes on," she said softly,
unsure, more a question than a statement.
 Chris's head was already spinning with thoughts of
her sexy, girlish body, and though every warning in
his head was going off, he went with the thought that
counts: his penis.
 "No, it's okay," he said, "Look, I'll take mine off
and we'll be even. We're friends, we don't have to
cover up."
 He pulled his shirt over his head, and pulled his
mesh shorts down, causing his penis to smack against
his belly. Nicole was still staring at his crotch,
almost open-mouthed; however, her eyes slowly drifted
over his muscles, too, taking in his pecs, abs, and
arms.
 Chris sat down on the bed next to her, gently so he
wouldn't scare her. He knew what she was thinking;
that guys his age didn't see girls her age in bras and
panties, that girls her age didn't see guys his age
naked, that boys and girls didn't stay in each other's
rooms at night. What he didn't know was that Nicole
liked him, that she constantly watched him when he
wasn't looking, that tonight, scary as it was, was a
dream come true for her...but she could hardly know
what might happen.
 Gently Chris drew the covers back from her body, and
Nicole did not resist. Her tiny hills, rising from her
chest, peaked in hard nipples that showed through her
bra, though whether from cold or something else he
didn't know. Her flat little stomach went down, down,
to a panty colored cleft between her legs. Her little
thighs were round and smooth, very cute in the
moonlight. Chris resisted the urge to run his hands
over her body.
 "How's school?" he asked, as if nothing was even
slightly different tonight.
 "Fine," she answered, one word, soft but
intelligible.
 "Who's your teacher?"
 "Mrs. Johnson."
 "She's really old, isn't it she? She looks like a
dried up prune."
 Nicole giggled in spite of her awkwardness.
 "She's always saying uh, um, ah, in between her
words, isn't she? Does she still fall asleep in class?
She did that when I was there."
 Nicole giggled again, but didn't say anything.
 "Oh come on, you!" Chris said, and began tickling her
on her stomach. She struggled to get away, but Chris
cornered her and tickled her until she burst out
laughing.
 "SHHH!" he said with a smile. "You'll wake somebody
up."
 She lay back down, breathing hard, her little chest
rising and falling.
 "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
 She shook her head, and said, "I'm only twelve, you
know. Most of the boys in my grade are so immature,
not like, um, you..."
 "Do you like anyone?" he asked, slyly, beginning to
think that she might.
 She only blushed and looked at him.
 "Oh, come on. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone."
 She shook her head.
 "Well, what does he look like?"
 "I can't tell you," she said, exasperated.
 "Please? I'll tickle you again," he threatened,
holding up his hands.
 "You wouldn't..." she said, uncertain.
 "You're right," he replied, "It'd be too loud."
 She smiled a triumphant smile.
 "Well, do you want to kiss this boy you like?" asked
Chris, feigning concern but with a devious idea
forming in his head.
 Nicole looked nervous and said, "Well, I
would...but..."
 "...But you've never kissed a guy before, right?"
 She nodded her head.
 "Well, I tell you what," he said, walking two fingers
along her stomach and making her shiver, "I could help
you practice, so when you were ready to kiss him you
could do a good job..."
 Nicole just stared at him for a long time, and when
she spoke, she stuttered out, "Wo-wo-wou-would you?"
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly again, and he
imagined her heart must be beating out of control.
 "Sure," he said, "Because, I mean, we're friends,
right? Friends help each other out, right?"
 Eyes aglow at the thought of actually being his
friend, rather than his friend's little sister,
prompted a more confident, "Right."
 He leaned toward her, and she looked at him, mouth
partially open. The closer he got, the more dazed she
looked, as if her dream were finally coming true. When
he got mere inches from her face, he said, "Just move
your tongue with mine, okay? Do what I do." Too dizzy
to reply, she merely waited.
 He put his lips onto hers, his full teenager lips
engulfing the little girl's lips. He waited for
awhile, but she put her hand on his head like she had
seen people do in the movies, so he continued. He
locked his tongue around her smaller one, and they
moved for a while in rhythm. Their breaths were each
hot on the other's face. Eventually, Chris withdrew
his mouth, and their lips sucked together in a little
smack as he withdrew.
 He looked at her. She still had her eyes closed, was
still lost in a kiss from her older brother's friend.
When she opened her eyes, they seemed to say, "More,"
so he leaned back in.
 After the long and drawn out second kiss, Chris one
again sat back and looked at Nicole, and she looked at
him.
 For a long moment, there was silence, and then Nicole
asked a question.
 "Do you think my momma's pretty?"
 The question surprised Chris, and put him on his
guard. Where was this coming from?
 "Yes, I do. Why?" he asked, curious.
 Ignoring his question, she blushed furiously and
said, "What about me? Do you think I'm pretty?"
 "Yes, of course," he said, scared that he had maybe
scarred the girl for life or something.
 Nicoled hesitated, then looked up and said, "Can
we..."and then quickly looked to the side.
 "What, Nicole? Can we what?" he asked, looking at
gently at her.
 Still looking to the side, she said, "Never mind,
nothing."
 "What, Nicole? You can tell me."
 She shook her head again.
 "Well, if you're going to be like that..." Chris said
with a grin, and immediately put his legs over her,
straddling the lower portion of her body, and began to
tickle her. His erection was pounding, and he could
see those tits, inches from his fingers...but not yet.
Not yet.
 "Stop! Stop!" she said breathlessly, trying to hold
in the laughter. It was a very quiet game of tickle,
that was for sure. Eventually he stopped, though, and
looked at her as if she had been naughty. "Are you
going to tell me now?" he said, fakely menacing.
 Holding in a smile, she shook her head, but squealed
softly as his hands came near her body. She was only
too aware of herself, only too aware of the small
nipples protruding, of his erection (although she
wasn't sure what it was called) pressed into her
stomach, of the small hairs beginning to grow around
her slit as it grew and changed. As a twelve and a
half year old (which Chris didn't know, never
bothering to ask and only assuming she was eleven) she
was developing nicely.
 "Ask me, then. Please, 'Cole? I really want to know."
 She looked solemnly at him, and then whispered, "Can
we do what you and Mom did the other day, then?"
 Panicked, Chris tried to regain control of himself.
She had seen him, somehow, have sex with her mother!
Oh God, oh God, CRAP! He tried to calm down, tried
closing his eyes and counting to ten, and worked a
little bit. His breathing slowed, though his heart
still beat a million miles and hour. At least she
probably hadn't told anybody. And she didn't looked
disgusted or anything...and had she? Had she asked if
THEY could do it like he and Barbara had?
 "What did we do? How did you see...that?"
 She was beet red, but she said, "Well, I went to
Tara's house, um, that day, but I came back early
because her parents were leaving in the morning for
somewhere. I, uh, came inside, looking for Mom, and
uh, saw you there...and you were...naked...lying on
top of her...and you were doing all kinds
of...um...stuff...and you were kissing her...um... and
putting your, umm, umm, thing...and she was calling
your name, and the door was cracked and I didn't mean
to watch but, I..."
 She stopped, so he prodded her softly, "You what,
Nicole?"
 "I...I...I...I wanted to see you naked." Immediately
she looked away.
 Chris decided it was a miracle that he didn't
automatically cream in his pants. He thought for a
minute, looking out the window where the streetlight
was, where any passerby might see, if he looked close
enough, a teenage boy on top of a girl soon to be a
teen....
 "Okay," he said, "But on two conditions. One, you
can't tell anybody, ever, unless I tell you that it's
okay. Two, if you'll do what I ask you. I promise it
will feel good, and I won't hurt you. Okay?"
 "Okay," she said, soft and vulnerable but longing for
him.
 He stood up, off of the bed, and with his back turned
from her, pulled his shorts down and stepped out of
them. The round curves of his ass were beautiful in
the soft glow. He turned around and stood over her,
with his straining erection merely inches from her
face.
 "Do you promise?" he asked.
 "I promise," she said, her warm breath washing over
his cock and causing it to twitch.
 He lay down beside her, and unclipped her bra. She
arched her back and let him pull off her bra,
revealing her tiny boobs. They were soft, rounded,
topped by coral colored nipples, pink and pretty. They
were stiff and swollen, and Chris wondered if she
hadn't been aroused the whole time they had talked.
Could a girl her age do that? He didn't know, and
right now, didn't care.
 He put his mouth down to her left tit, kissed it, ran
his tongue around the hard tip. He took most of it in
his mouth, sucking at it while he caressed it with his
tongue. Her little hands rested themselves on the
sides of his head, her small fingers playing with his
ears.
 He kissed his way to her other, almost identical tit.
This time he pursed his lips, tasting the saltiness of
her skin, pushing the nipple up through his lips like
a tiny cock into a pussy. She almost whimpered, soft
sounds of pleasure escaping her throat but not passing
from her lips.
 Once had his fill, he said, "Get up." Unquestioningly
she obeyed him, standing, her little panties wedged in
between her cheeks. He made sure she was turned away
from him and told her, "You're beautiful. Pull down
your panties for me."
 She pulled her panties from her bottom, slid them
down her legs, and stepped out of them. Her butt was
cute and round, a bubble butt, unusual for her age. He
came up behind her, his dick grazing the top of her
cheeks before settling on her lower back, and kissed
her neck. She gave a tiny gasp that became a full
breath as reached his hands around to play with her
tiny nipples.
 He trailed his tongue around her neck, and as he did,
he felt her hands quest behind her until they felt his
dick. Her hands were inexperienced, unsure, exploring
the hard smoothness of his cock. Nonetheless, it felt
good. She unwittingly rubbed the pre-cum from his cock
and her hands were sticky, and as she played with his
dick it made a squishing sound. His head twitched, his
entire penis twitched under small and loving hands.
  Soon he decided to take it to the next level. He
laid her down on the bed, horizontally, and got
between her legs. He pulled her tiny legs apart,
noticing the small, almost developed pussy beneath
him. His dick brushed against it without incident. He
continued to kiss her tits, gentle pecks and long,
slurping kisses.
 After a minute of this, he began to kiss downward,
and in no time, he reached her cunt. He kissed it,
too, smoothly, and blew on her clit. Immediately she
gripped the sheets and made little squeals of
pleasure. He kissed her full on her pussy, put his
entire mouth over it, knowing it wasn't the most
talented way to eat pussy but sure she wouldn't care.
 As he did this he had one hand on her thighs and one
hand jacking his dick. The rapid movements made
squelching sounds, and he knew he was getting close to
the point of no return. Still, he continued to lick
her pubescent pussy, reveling in the taste and wetness
of its tiny cleft.
 Before long, he felt Nicole's legs tense up, and soon
they gripped his head in a vice grip. Her entire body
shuddered, and she began whimpering like a small dog.
Her entire body was shaking, and he felt small streams
of fluid beginning to flow from her slit, and the
taste was wonderful. She gripped him harder and
harder, her little muscles shaking as spasms ripped
through her entire young body. Eventually, the shaking
subsided, and Nicole was still.
 He stood up, still jacking off, so close to cumming
that he was beginning to strain. In between grunts he
said, "When guys finish, they shoot cum. It's just a
sort of liquid. It won't hurt you, and a lot of girls
think it tastes good." He bent over her, looking at
the brazen little girl, with her legs still spread
wide and juice leaking from her pussy. She was
absentmindedly paying with herself, but her attention
was focused on his dick.
 Wanting to be a big girl, wanting to be sexy like her
mom, she forgot herself and sat up, inches from his
dick. She was too scared to open her mouth, but she
put her lips right on the edge of his cock. Her hands
reached around to fondle his ass.
 With a small sigh, he blasted cum on her lips. In
surprise, she opened her mouth to say something and
the second squirt caught her in the mouth. Determined
to be good, she swallowed the cream and put her mouth
around his penis as it spasmed. She held her mouth on
it until it was soft.
 Nicole wiped her hand across her face, removing his
cum. She didn't know where to wipe it, though, so
instead she licked it. She didn't find the cum
disagreeable. It had a strange, salty taste to it, but
it wasn't bad. She smiled up at Chris, and he smiled
back.
 "Did it feel good?" he asked.
 "It was the best!" she said enthusiastically. "I
didn't know something could feel that good..."
 Chris smiled and put on his clothes. Then he put hers
on for her also, wrapping her bra across her tits and
pulling her panties up over her still-wet pussy. He
picked her up, cradled her in his arms, and kissed her
for a moment. Then he laid her on the bed and pulled
the covers across her.
 "Good night," he said, and kissed her.
 "Good night," she agreed.
 He got up and tiptoed to the door, listening softly
at it. Just before he opened it, she said, "Chris?"
 Turning, he said, "Yes?"
 She said, "I promise I won't tell anyone if you
promise we'll do it again."
 "Of course," he said, and then he opened the door and
shut it quietly behind him.
    To be continued...

I'm pretty sure there will be a sequel. Sorry for
taking so long in between writes. Life gets busy
sometimes, you know. If you have any comments, again,
write to Neo_Matrix555@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear
about your fantasies or what have you. Feel free to
contact me! I love to hear from you guys (and girls)!