("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- I've Got a Brand New Pair of Rollerskates by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk) *** Stacy takes her new birthday gift for a spin to her best friend's house. (mff, teens, youths, exh, inc, 1st) *** Stacy was a walking dress code violation at her school. The dean of girls earned her salary just trying to keep young Stacy in line. "You and I both know that tube tops are not permissible here," Mrs. Dougherty told Stacy for the forty-ninth time. It was only October and Stacy was sent home to change more times that any other girl. Her parents were never home and were hardly aware of their child's violations. They were obviously busy doing their spouse swapping that became popular in their subdivision. Stacy overheard the magical sounds of car keys jingling in the Tupperware bowl downstairs. Stacy's sleep patterns seemed to based on her parents' nocturnal activities. Her wardrobe at once looked rushed and planned. It was her fifteenth birthday party where she received three presents: an Allman Brothers album, a princess telephone for her bedroom and a pair of roller skates. She was keen to use her skates immediately. From that day, she routinely explored her concrete suburban wilderness on her new 'wheels.' Her usual destinations included her best friend Emily's house and the 7-Eleven on the corner. She knew what she was doing when she ambled about to enjoy the sights - she was a sight herself. Her black hair was parted down the middle and stopped at her shoulder blades. Her paleness betrayed an easily-burned flesh that was more at home in the winter snow drifts. It was Sunday morning and an unusually warm day for autumn. Stacy took off for Emily's house. She knew that Emily would not be at Sunday school like most of their friends. Imagine the wife swappers and their offspring attending services to repent for the night before! Stacy clambered up the steps to Emily's front door. She knocked and waited for a response. The door opened and it was Emily's brother Gordon. Gordon was a senior in high school and looked like Leif Garrett with a bowl haircut. He looked dorky in a sexily sinister way. Stacy learned a new word that day. "Nice camel toe," Gordon snarkily told her. "What camel?" she asked. "I can see your cunt crack in your cut offs," he told her. "Nice to know that you're looking so hard." "I soon will be. Why don't you come inside. I'll go get sis." Stacy detected a stillness in the living room that suggested an air of something illicit. She saw a trail of smoke wafting from incense burning on the mantle. She stared at the incense and meditated quietly in a zen-like but clueless fashion. "Stop it!" Stacy heard voices upstairs. "I told you I'll be down there in a second! Give me my bra back!" Stacy made her way up the stairs in her skates. She was quiet because she was going up carpeted stairs and was taking it one step at a time. She then raced to the first bedroom door on her right. She pushed the bedroom door aside and saw two bodies wrestling on the bed. Gordon was playing a game of keep away with Emily's bra. She was struggling to cover her topless form. He was enthused by her growing heat. "Stacy!" Emily bashfully exclaimed. Emily figured that company would dampen her brother's need to tease her. Gordon said to Stacy, "Sorry, she's taking too long to see you. You know how girls..." Emily took this moment to dart across her bedroom and grab the sheets from her bed. She quickly wrapped herself up in it. Stacy never saw her best friend's breasts before. They were a small size and capped with puffy nipples. Stacy licked her lips for no certain reason. Gordon, resting on the floor, noticed this lip licking. "You liked what you saw, little girl?" he grinned like the cat that ate the bird, "I think we can both agree that my sister's hot." Stacy protested, "You're sick! I'm not some lesbo." "Well, it makes me hot..." he looked over his shoulder at Emily picking up a t-shirt from the floor and putting it on. "I dare you to show me your tits," he challenged Stacy. "Shut up, Gordy, we're not even playing truth or dare," Emily said through impatiently gritted teeth. It sounded like a mother in a department store telling her child to stay away from the window displays. "I just want to make sure my sister's friends are really girls," he said in a mock-pleading voice. His false pout and puppy dog eyes were demanding but funny. "You like looking at me," Stacy said, "First my cunt crack and now you want me to show you my chest." Emily was surprised. "You want my best friend? How could you?" Gordon would have nothing of Emily's false chastity. "You know that we have been playing these games for a while now. How about you and Stacy get together for your big brother?" Stacy was speechless. She could only imagine what kind of games that Emily and Gordon played when they were alone. Her imagination began to run wild. Emily was lying on her back and removing her t-shirt. Gordon was licking a trail up her chest from her navel to her naked exposed breasts. They began to French kiss with youthful zeal. This seventeen-year-old stud was doing more than playing just games. His uncircumcised cock was ready to go to work. He played with it in his pajama pants while he kissed his sister. She helped him out a bit before pushing his head down toward her feet. Emily happily fingered her pussy as Gordon licked her toes. He kissed her feet and ran his wet, slobber up her calf and then lingered around her inner thigh. He picked up steam when he took his face to contact his sister's pubic patch. He kissed and nibbled gently at her exposed clitoris. He dribbled his lips carefully on her labia. His hands opened her sex curtains nestled his nose into the warm opening. She clutched the back of his head and pulled it in further to meet a warmness in her orgasm. Each lick quickened another cascade of her juicy wetness. Stacy was only a little indignant, saying, "These are the games that you play?" Emily moaned, "Yes... We like to screw around..." Stacy hunkered down on the cold hardwood floor to take off her roller skates. She was in a hot hurry to join what had offended her just moments before. Her only experience was giving a hand job to her father's best friend when he walked into her bedroom during a party one school night. This was her chance to get into some real action. "What's the hurry, babe?" Gordon asked between licks, "We have plenty of time." Stacy moved up onto the bed with the sexing siblings. She could not help but lust after Gordon's ten inches that needed some kind of attention. Stacy imagined herself at the ice cream truck. She found a free popsicle that needed her lips around it. She did what her girlfriends told her what they did. She licked the side of the shaft and it gave her a new feeling. She took a new happiness from her new found talent. She lowered her face to lick his balls. She covered the distance from his balls to the tip of his penis. Gordon's dick jumped in a pleasured response. He hummed like any young man would in a threesome with two hot girls. His blonde sister's snatch was at his command and her best friend was servicing his hard cock. He had an idea. He was grossed out by the thought of knocking up his sister but had no qualms about fucking Stacy. He got up from the bed and changed course. "Emily, I'm going to fuck your friend." With this, Stacy pulled her mouth from his penis and thought aloud, "Am I ready to give up my cherry?" "Don't you worry," Gordon said to satisfy himself more than her, "I'll be gentle enough." Emily hugged her pillow and gazed at Stacy taking off her cut offs. They were wet from Stacy's desperate rubbing at her own snatch. No panties meant an easy entry for Gordon. Emily was a one-person audience for the spectacle. Her brother was guiding his hard-on into Stacy. She let out something like a hiccup when she felt her hymen break. Then pain gradually segued into quite some ecstasy for her. Emily was liking what she saw. Gordon and Stacy were in the missionary position yet it was still exotic. Stacy's legs instinctually wrapped around Gordon's back. He kept his grinding going on and made the headboard strike the bedroom wall in a music-like beat. The smell of sex took over the bedroom. "May I cut in?" Emily asked. She stood next to the bed and kissed Stacy and then Gordon. Gordon's moment was coming. He was ready to cum. "I'm about to..." he exclaimed. "Pull it out, I want to lick it," said Emily. Gordon slid out of Stacy and placed it in front of his sister. She savored every remaining spurt from his cock head. This was a year that rollerskates were not the only thing that young Stacy was able to break in. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 32