| Chrissy's Formative Years Chrissy Mathews had recently graduated from Western Washington University with a B.A. in Anthropology, The labor market was tight for recent college grads and after having submitted her resume to more than 20 prospective employers without a response,she had become quite depressed. After about three months of frustration she finally received a letter from a large department store chain granting her an interview. The interviewer was an attractive woman in her early 40's and from Chrissy's perspective the interview went well. Several days passed before she received a phone call from the lady with whom she had been interviewed, asking Chrissy to meet a second time. Chrissy was elated and showed up for the meeting in her best wardrobe. She was on "cloud nine" when she was offered an entry level job as a sales trainee. Over the next few weeks her training involved several units on product knowledge in the various departments and several sessions of role playing centered on customer relations and "closing" a sale. Chrissy, after her first week of training, decided to celebrate her good fortune and stopped on her way home to pick up a bottle of her favorite wine. Within less than an hour she had consumed more than half the bottle and was feeling quite "tipsy." She reflected on her earlier life and suddenly felt quite horny. She knew this feeling quite well and usually ended up masturbating as she recalled both her early and more recent sex life. Chrissy had led a double life since college. As a freshman she had been seduced by Ms. Armstrong, one of her professors and thought that probably she was a lesbian. More recently, however, Chrissy had a couple of relationships with men and ultimately accepted the fact she was bi. She loved pussy but sometimes needed a stiff cock buried deep in her cunt and occasionally her back hole. Her relationship with Ms. Armstrong ended during her sophomore year. Ms. Armstrong had the habit of seeking out a new conquest in each new freshman class and Chrissy was "dumped" in favor of Ms. A's new lover. Chrissy was heartbroken when she was cast off but soon discovered there was no shortage of "fresh meat" if one spent a little time surfing the internet and entering some of the chatrooms that catered to her special interests. Chrissy had another secret, one much darker than her bisexuality. Chrissy liked young girls, very young girls between the ages of 8 and 10. Chrissy reflected on what many people call a perversion. She had just turned 16 when she accepted a summer job assisting a Mrs. Benning who operated a summer camp for girls between ages 8 to 12. By this point in her life she had been masturbating for about four years and loved what she called "jilling off" at every opportunity. On the second day of camp she was assigned the task of staying at the camp while Mrs. Benning took the girls on a nature field trip. All of the girls except one named Heather, a rather mousy looking 9 year old, had complained of stomach pains and Mrs. Benning had decided to let Heather remain at the campsite. Chrissy had no specific duties that afternoon so she decided to read one of the books she had brought with her. An hour or so later she was feeling aroused and decided to go to the toilet in her cabin and masturbate. She had not played with herself since arriving at the camp three days ago. This was difficult for a horny teen who was used to beating off once and often twice every day. But first she decided to follow Mrs. Benning's instructions and check on how Heather was feeling. Chrissy wandered over to the cabin Heather shared with one other girl. Heather was lying on her back on her cot and appeared to be napping. Chrissy was surprised at how sexy the little nine year old looked. Chrissy had fooled around with a couple of her classmates during sleepovers. These activities had involved feeling each other up, french kissing and once one of her friends had slipped her hand inside Chrissy's pyjama bottoms and touched her pussy. Heather slowly opened her eyes and Chrissy said, "I know you are not feeling well but I know how to make you feel very nice, but if I do you have to promise to not tell anyone." Little Heather was delighted that a pretty teen would take such an interest in her and promised she would keep whatever Chrissy had in mind a solemn secret. Chrissy decided to "butter up" the child and said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this but I think you are the prettiest of all the girls here at the camp. This comment made Heather feel very important and she was anxious to do almost anything to please the pretty teen. The covers were up to Heather's waist and she was wearing a tee shirt. Chrissy could plainly see the little bumps where her breasts would start to develop in another three or four years. What surprised Chrissy, however, was that Heather's little nipples were clearly outlined beneath the tight fitting tee shirt. "Just close your eyes Sweetie and Chrissy will make you feel real nice," Chrissy said in little more than a whisper. "Okay Chrissy," the little girl answered. Chrissy gently placed the tip of her middle finger onto one of the child's nipples and was surprised to feel it become erect almost immediately. Chrissy gave the nipple a little pinch before moving her hand to the other nipple where she encountered a similar reaction. Heather's eyes remained closed and she did not object to what Chrissy was doing to her. "How does that feel baby girl?" Chrissy asked. "Nice Chrissy," she answered. At this point Chrissy felt very confident that the child was falling under her spell. Emboldened , Chrissy slipped one of her hands under the little girl's tee shirt, gently massaging her tummy before moving her hand up to Heather's stiff little nipples. At this point Chrissy wanted to know if the girl was going to let her continue her seduction but being cautious she said, "I'll stop if you want me to Heather." "No, no please don't stop, it feels so nice," Heather answered. Encouraged, Chrissy pulled the girl's tee shirt up to her chin and gazed longingly at the sight before her. Here she was at 16 about to fuck a preteen for the first time in her life. Chrissy became aware that her panties had become very wet from the juices flowing from her pussy. "Remember your promise Heather, you must keep this a secret or I won't make you feel nice like this ever again," Chrissy replied. "Oh yes. I promise Chrissy; I won't tell anyone," Heather answered. Chrissy leaned over and ran her tongue over one of the erect nipples. Next she gave the nipple a gentle bite with her teeth and Heather yelped; more in surprise than in pain and then Chrissy began gently sucking on the little nub. As she continued sucking she moved her hand downward bringing the bed sheet down to the little girl's knees. Chrissy lifted her mouth off the nipple and gazed at the arousing site. Heather was wearing light blue nylon panties with a little bow on the front of the waistband. "Oh my Heather, I love your panties," Chrissy remarked. "They look so smooth and silky. Can I feel them sweetie?" "Okay, you can if you want," Heather answered. Chrissy ran her finger tips over the silky material but made no attempt to touch the crotch area. "Does it feel nice when the material rubs against your thingy?" Chrissy asked. "Mmmm, yes, it feels lovely," Heather replied. "Is it okay if Chrissy rubs your panties?" "I guess so," was Heather's response. It was obvious to Chrissy that this was a new experience for the preteen and Chrissy wanted to make sure that the child was introduced to girl/girl sex in a gentle manner so Heather would be begging her mentor to do it again in the future. "It would feel even nicer if I felt inside your panties," Chrissy whispered in Heather's ear. Heather did not reply so Chrissy felt confident in proceeding. Chrissy slipped her hand under the waistband of Heather's panties. Before touching the child's cunnie she asked, "is your thingy getting wet and sticky?" "Yes it is Chrissy" the child replied. "Does it get wet and juicy when you touch your little slit baby girl?" Chrissy asked. "You do touch yourself down there sometimes, don't you?," Chrissy asked. After an uncomfortably long silence Heather said, "well, sometimes I do but my mommy says I should never let anyone but myself touch my privates." Chrissy reckoned this was probably the last bit of resistance she would encounter and soon she would turn her into the horny little slut Chrissy wanted Heather to be. TO BE CONTINUED |