From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Getting out of hand   
      
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         It all started out as just a joke, that kind of got out of   
   hand.   
         When Chrissie and I got married, she was 4 months pregnant.   
   While this raised quite a few eyebrows:  For Chrissie and I, it   
   was the best thing that could have happened.  I mean: previously,   
   her parents and mine had been doing everything they could to   
   break us up.  They just couldn't believe that a 16 year old boy   
   and a 12 year old little girl really cared for each other, or   
   knew what they were getting into.  I mean, I was SO much older   
   than her.   
         Horsepucky!  I mean, If I had been 26, and she had been 22,   
   nobody would have thought a thing.  In fact, I understand that 4   
   years difference is almost the average, in that age group.  For   
   us however, it had been one long round after another, of sneaking   
   ways to see each other; almost driving both of our parents to   
   distraction.   
         Originally, Chrissie's older sister Karen had been my   
   girlfriend, until one day Chrissie had caught the two of us going   
   at it like bunny-rabbits.  Karen had come up with the idea of   
   keeping Chrissie's mouth shut, by inviting her in.  That way,   
   Chrissie couldn't tell on us, when she was doing the same thing   
   herself.   
         Well, if you think I exactly fought the idea of fucking   
   Karen's cute little 10-year-old sister, when the kid really   
   seemed to want it, then you're crazier than I was.  Yeah, I must   
   have been crazy to fuck the little kid.  I mean, do you know what   
   they do to guys who fuck little 10-year-old girls.  Even 14-year-   
   olds don't get off easy.  Still, at 14, my hormones were stronger   
   than my good sense.  Besides, with both her 13 year old sister   
   Karen, AND the little 10-year-old herself both pushing me, I   
   didn't rally have a chance to say, "No."   
         If this sound's like I regret what I did that day, you've   
   gotten the wrong impression.  I enjoyed it then, and both   
   Chrissie and I are happy with the results now, many years later.   
         Well, as you might expect, it didn't stop at just that first   
   time.  Once I had felt the little kid's tight little hole   
   squeezing the sperm out of my cock, I wanted to do it again.  So   
   did Chrissie.  In spite of the pain of losing her virginity that   
   day, Chrissie turned out to be just as eager as I was to repeat   
   the process when she got over being sore.   
         The first few times, Chrissie had to almost threaten her big   
   sister, to get Karen to let me fuck her.  Luckily, it was about   
   this time, that Karen met the leader of the basketball team, and   
   was starting to lose interest in me anyway.  Still, we had to   
   keep up appearances.   
         So, for almost a year, I would come over about every other   
   day, ostensibly to see Karen, while in reality I was boffing her   
   little sister, while the older girl kept a lookout.  Sometimes   
   I'd still fuck Karen, when the sight of me sticking it to her   
   little sister got to be too much; but mostly she did it with   
   Brad.   
      
      
      
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         The other days, Chrissie would return the favor by keeping   
   an eye out for Karen, while Brad laid the pipe in her big sister.   
   Karen was on the pill by this time, so nobody worried.  Even   
   Chrissie and I didn't worry, as she was only 11 by this time, and   
   not having periods yet.   
         Things changed drastically though, once her parents figured   
   out that I was really coming over to see Chrissie instead of her   
   older sister.  I mean, it was like the roof fell in!  Actually,   
   I'm not sure if it was her parents or mine who figured things   
   out.  They both got together and did their best to separate us   
   though.  I mean, you never heard so many lectures in your life!   
   Lectures about "propriety" and "sensibility" and "peers" and "too   
   young" and "what if this?" and "what if that?" until I had it   
   coming out my ears.  Chrissie told me she got the same sort of   
   lecture from HER parents, as well.   
         I guess it's a darn good thing our parents didn't know how   
   far we had REALLY gone, or who knows what they might have done?   
   In any case, for the next 8 months, our families did their best   
   keep the two of us apart.  My parents kept introducing me to such   
   "nice" wholesome girls about my own age, hoping I would take a   
   shine to one of them.  I didn't WANT a "nice" girl though.  I   
   wanted a cute little sexy "nasty" girl like Chrissie.   
         Chrissie felt the same way.  She wanted to haul me off into   
   her bedroom and FUCK, not sit around the house making meally-   
   mouth with some pimply-faced little kid her own age, who probably   
   wouldn't know which hole to stick his prick into, if you gave him   
   an illustrated instruction manual.  (Chrissie's words, not mine.   
   I TOLD you she was kinky.)   
         Well, as you know by now, it didn't work.  The more they   
   tried to keep us apart, the more Chrissie and I worked to get   
   together.  Living right next door to each other made it almost   
   impossible for them to succeed; and easier than you might think   
   for us to get together.  For one thing, we rode to school on the   
   same bus every day, so our parents couldn't have kept us   
   completely apart, anyway.  Then at night, we found more ways to   
   get together than you would believe.  We still fucked every   
   chance we got, too.  Only it was a lot harder to find the   
   opportunity.   
         Only by threatening to tell on Karen, if she didn't help us,   
   did we manage to get in as much sex as we did.  From almost every   
   other day, we barely managed to fuck about once a week, after   
   that.  Of course when we did, we weren't satisfied with just one   
   fuck.  I usually managed to leave two or even three big sticky   
   loads of baby-juice in Chrissie's tight little tummy every time.   
         Sometimes even more.  Chrissie would sometimes walk funny,   
   as she tried to make it back to her house, without my sperm   
   dribbling down her leg, and letting everyone know what she had   
   been up to.  Twice, she didn't succeed, but thankfully nobody   
   noticed.  That is, until Chrissie's pants got tight.   
         No, we weren't ignorant.  We both knew the risk we were   
   taking, once Chrissie started having her periods.  It's just that   
   we couldn't stop.  I mean, we didn't DARE try to get her on the   
   pill, and the thought of MY parents finding a supply of condoms   
   in my bedroom, was enough to give BOTH of us the shudders.   
      
      
      
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         Twice, Karen's boyfriend Brad managed to get us a 6-pack of   
   condoms, but they didn't last a week.  (Brad and I are STILL good   
   friends, even now, years later.)  The other option: stopping,   
   just wasn't one of the possibilities.  Chrissie and I both felt   
   that getting caught, or even getting pregnant and getting caught,   
   was better than giving each other up.  By that time, we were so   
   close you couldn't have pried us apart with a knife.   
      
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