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Christine 2 (piercing,ff,incest)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This is a very, very strange story, and caters
specificaly to the piercing fans. If you are not one
of these, then this will most likely not interest
you. You can still give it a shot if you want to.
Warning: This story carries piercing to a VERY extreme
level, and if you are prone to being "grossed out" you
also might want to skip it. Various parts will also contain
the following: Teen and Pre-teen sex, lesbian sex, incest,
exhibitionism, extreme masochism, and consentual torture.
note: This is part two of at least 5 parts. The next part should be ready in
a few days. I forgot to mention my name in the last post, so I better go
ahead and do so now. (Drum roll please)
Jennie Elver, Internet: [email protected]
(comments are very welcomed.)
Christine
Part II
A few moments later Christine walked back into my room,
a bottle of hair spray in her hand. She stepped into the
bathroom again, and began fixing her hair.
I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to go downstairs,
since my parents were both freaking out. I stepped into
the hallway and could hear my dad's voice talking with
someone on the phone.
"Dammit, George, why didn't you tell me?" He was talking
to his brother, Christine's father.
"What the Hell do you mean 'I didn't think it mattered'?
She's walking around my house naked, with all those rings
everywhere!"
I went back into my room and laid down on the bed. This
was like some crazy dream. How was I supposed to react?
To top everything off, my little sister was supposed
to be getting home soon from spending the night at her
friends house.
Then she walked back out of the bathroom, still without
any clothing, and sat back down on her bed. Her anal ring
made it a bit hard for her to lay down flat, but she
managed.
"What do you do for fun around here, cousin?" Her pierced
fingertips were playing with her wide open pussy. She then
let the forefinger disappear into it. She was actually
masturbating while talking to me!
"Well, there's the mall, and a few other things... Not
much." I could hardly concentrate on talking. Her pierced
thumb was now rubbing the exposed clitoris, tugging on
the thick ring that went through it. I could see her pussy
getting wet as she started to cum.
Her eyes closed for a minute, then she opened them,
removed the finger, and licked it. "I've found that to be
a good way of keeping from getting dry." She smiled.
I just looked at her in silence.
"So, Jen, have you ever been with a pierced girl before?"
"I've never been with... I mean I'm..."
"You're still a virgin?" She looked at me as if I were
the last one on earth.
"Yes."
"Well, well, well. We'll have to do something about that."
She stood up and came to sit beside me on my bed. She touched
my blond hair with her fingers. "You are a very beautiful
girl, Jenny."
She moved her hand down my cheek, along my neck, and
down my chest, stopping where my low cut shirt started.
All sorts of thoughts were going through my mind, not
the least of which was: This is a girl!
"You want to do me a favor?" she asked.
"Sure."
"Why don't you take your shirt off." Before I could say
anything, she had unbuttoned it. I removed my arms from it,
and she was already undoing my bra. "I just can't imagine
wearing a bra anymore. How do you stand it?"
While I wasn't small, my breasts didn't really need
support. I wore it for the same reason most girls do,
because you are supposed to.
"Now just lay back, and relax." She gently leaned me
back until I was flat. "Close your eyes." I felt the cool
steel at the tip of her fingers as she closed my eyelids.
Within seconds I felt a sharp prick. I jumped up, only
to find a small ring in my right nipple.
She then made me lay back down, and crawled on top of
me. She was licking my newly pierced nipple with her multi-
pierced tongue. I felt my shorts come off, as well as my
panties. Her fingers were probing the lips of my young
pussy.
She came face to face with me and kissed me like I had
seen boys kiss girls. I could feel her tongue inside my
mouth, the 6 studs tickling my own tongue.
I found myself getting excited, partly because of her
stimulating pussy massage, but also by the "wrongness" of
what we were doing. It was at that moment that I discovered
that I too was, for lack of a better word, a pervert.
Suddenly I was aggressively kissing her. My hand slid
to her breast, and I pulled lightly on the largest of the
nipple rings, which was actually an areola ring, since it
pierced the pink, instead of the nipple itself. I found
myself exploring the many rings and studs of her breasts.
My other hand slid to her back. I could feel the hundreds
of tiny studs that made up the complex design on her back.
I was so turned on now by what she had done to her body.
I was also conscious of my own new piercing.
There was another quick pain, and when I looked down,
I found a bit of blood coming out of my pussy. I was no
longer a virgin.
Christine slid down to my lips and started licking them.
She was tasting the blood of my virginity.
Her tongue went deeper and deeper, her upper lip covering
my clit. She then started sucking it. I could control myself
no longer.
I found myself starting to cum, for the first time in
my life. It was a feeling like nothing else I had ever
experienced. I wanted to scream, but I knew that it might
bring my mother upstairs, so I bit my own lower lip to keep
quiet. The taste of iron filled my mouth.
She kissed me one more time, and got up. Sweat was glist-
ening over her jeweled body, making her look like some cyborg
or robot from the cover of a sexy sci-fi novel.
I was also soaking wet, my sheets covered with sweat,
blood and my own juices.
She looked back at me and said, "Looks like we both need
a shower."
Now it was my turn to smile.
---to be continued---
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