Chapter 1- pt2. Adventures of Kristina

She wanted more straight away and sat down on the swing on the porch. She had a short summer dress on, even though it was raining it was still humid and very hot, and the day had a tired feeling about it, as if someone had forgotten to turn the heating off all night and morning, and all the day wanted to now just sit down and have a nice cold beer. The tiny dress clung to her half women half girl frame with her wild black hair sticking to everything; her neck, her arms, her forehead, And Kristina loved it in those days, she loved that it was so wild and untameable. She respected her hair – its tenacity and its steadfast belief in the fact that it looked best as wild and taking up as much space as possible. And it was of course right – regardless of how many battles they fought her hair always won!
She wore no bra, small tits were the size of apples, unaffected by gravity, and were visible through the moist light green dress – her nipples pushed proudly against the delicate fibre, the perfect dimples making up the arrows they had now become, showing clearly.
She raised her shapely legs onto the swing and sat with her feet together and her legs apart so the dress rode up onto her skinny hips – when she was standing the dress only barely covered her heart shaped ass. Which was all woman, pert and round and….well perfect. Kristina had a perfect ass! She touched her pussy through the tiny white seem-less panties she was wearing and felt again the thrill she had experienced earlier, she started gently rubbing the tip of her rather long finger nail (it was school holidays and her mom and her had yesterday done her nails for her party that was to happen later that night, they were painted bright purple with a single silver star on the tip of each), gently up and down the delicate slit in the centre of her now completely wet pussy. She could feel a warm liquid on her fingers, she brought them up to her face and could see a shiny covering on them, it smelt sweet and musty at the same time, she put her finger in her mouth and tasted herself, it had another strange effect, it seemed very natural to her – this was her smell and she liked it. It was the perfume of her DNA, impossible to replicate. Only her young budding and blossoming body could manufacture the thousands of different cells mixed together into the melting pot that created Ue de Kristina - as she later came to call the smell when conversing in her own mind. She moved her panties aside and pulled the tip of her finger up her slit, parting the deep, crimson, sunset-coloured lips, her body moved involuntarily at the pleasure of it, as her finger moved to the top of her elegant little cunt her breathing got even more strained, like she had been running for hours after a very elusive ice-cream truck when she hadn’t had a drink or anything wet on her scorched lips for what felt like an eternity, A perfectly round pink button stood tautly against the delicate glistening skin of her pussy walls, she touched it and had to bite her bottom lips to stop from crying out . (Not that it would have mattered to Mr and Mrs Jones who were obviously and unashamedly only aware of the need to fuck each other as hard as possible and were still doing it with great gusto, and it must be said, for a couple in their late thirties, a lot of stamina and imagination.) She slipped a finger into herself and felt her tight strong virginal muscles clamp around it in excitement, it felt wonderful and she starting rubbing her clit in little gentle circles whilst rhythmically finger fucking her hole. When she pulled the petals of her bud to the side it greeted the daylight like a cheery red rose awaking from a frosty and icy night to greet the warm embrace of the suns first rays. As she felt what was to be her first ever orgasm building in the twitching young muscles of her inner thighs, Mr Jones stood up in front of his wife – she was now on her knees as he had been stood over her and fucking her from almost straight above, he grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled her head back – he then shoved his swollen cock deep into her mouth - Kristina heard him say ‘ that’s it baby – taste your delicious cunt on my cock!’ She was transfixed by Mr Jones’s thick cock now fucking his wife’s mouth, it looked hard as granite - and so thick! She had a sudden impulse to taste it – she wondered how it felt to have such an intimate part of a man’s body in her mouth. Without realising it she started applying more and more pressure on the tip of her swollen clit and slipped another finger alongside the one that was now probing deeper and deeper into her boiling pussy. Mrs Jones had her hand on her own pussy and was squirming as she rubbed and slapped and hand fucked herself. Kristina mimicked her movements – moving her hands in the same teasing, yet forceful way. Suddenly Mr Jones pulled his cock out of his wife’s mouth and gave a roar like a lion showing his supreme dominance over all in his pride, a long guttural sound of raw lust and sexual release. His wife came at the same time screaming out in joyful abandon while her cunt and mouth’s conquering soldier sprayed thick white jets of cum over her taut swollen nipples and her neck, and her face!
Kristina could no longer control herself, her pussy clamped tight over her fingers and waves of pleasure exploded outwards through her body from her clit – like her own inner firework show. She cried out as she gave herself over to the pleasure for the first time……

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