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Some Stories
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear a répondu le Mon 25 Feb, 2002 @ 2:54am |
 Coolness: 2604210 | Let me tell you about a little girl that used to live across the
street from me. She was about 12 at the time and she had locked herself out of her apartment when she came home from school. I answered the doorbell and there she stood wearing her school uniform (white blouse and plaid skirt) and carrying an armful of books. She told me that her mom was at work and no one else was at home. I was about 23 and single at the time. I was night manager at the phone company and had just gotten up from bed. I answered the door with a bathrobe on. I let her in and told her to have a seat, watch some TV and offered her a soda. I couldn't get over how cute she was -- long brown hair down her back, big blue eyes and a really cute smile. At first I started to go get something on besides my robe, but then decided not to. She lied down on the floor in front of the TV after picking some afternoon kid's show. I sat in my chair just behind her, pretending to watch TV but never taking my eyes off of her cute butt as she lay on her stomach with her knees bent upward. I noticed that every time she moved her legs that her skirt got higher and higher until finally I could see most of her thighs. Since I was behind her, I began to rub my crotch. I was getting a tremendous hard on watching this little girl. Then she moved in such a way that her skirt was halfway over the top of her panties. She did nothing to change that and I continued to rub my crotch. Soon I realized that she was watching my reflection in the TV and that her skirt going up was intentional. I opened my robe and rubbed myself through my jockey shorts. After a minute she turned and sat, her knees up, skirt back, and her crotch exposed. "Why are you doing that?" she asked innocently, not taking her eyes off the buldge in my shorts. "Because you're doing that!" I replied, pointing to her exposed panties. "Can I see it?" she asked, her eyes still on my crotch. "Sure!" I answered as I pulled my shorts down to my knees. She came over to my chair and sat on my knee, watching as I slowly stroked my cock. She reached down and stroked it for me, and with my hands free, I held her skirt up with one hand and held out the rim of her panties with the other. I looked down inside the panties to see the smooth little mound. I fingered her little slit as she stroked my cock with one hand and explored my balls with the other. Almost breathless, I asked her questions like if she had ever done this before and if she had ever had sex or seen a guy cum and things like that. She told me that she had played "show me" games with a little boy that used to live in the apartment and that she had spied on her mother and her boyfriend once when they were doing it. But she had never seen cum, or had sex, although she did have a vibrator that her mother had thrown out because it didn't work and that she would put it in her hole while she played with herself. Soon we were naked. She was sitting in my overstuffed chair with one leg over each arm of the chair while I ran my tongue in and out of her wet little hole. I licked up and down her slit and in and out of her asshole, stopping occasionally to massage her clit with the tip of my tongue. She ground her little ass in pleasure. Soon, I was on the floor on my back as she came on top of me. At first she rubbed her slit up and down my dick, but soon the head of my cock was pushing at the entrance to her hole. My licking had combined with her juices to make it go in easy compared to how tight she was. Her practice with the vibrator had helped too and soon I was fucking this child like a grown-up woman. I came in her cunt in gushes that dripped back down my cock as her hole was completely filled. She continued to hump and I watched as a white foam formed from our cum being agitated. We rolled over exhausted, her cunt still contracting involuntarily around my cock. I withdrew my shrinking prick from her hole as cum flowed forward from her hole, down her crack, and matting the fine pubes above her slit."Can we do this again another time?", she asked innocently as she pulled her panties over her smooth round hips. "Any time you want!", I replied. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear a répondu le Mon 25 Feb, 2002 @ 3:09am |
| Coolness: 2604210 | Some guys go on and on about 'young stuff'. But, in my opinion, it ain't
nothing special. Just after I got out of college, I had this job as a security guard at a concert hall. I was well suited for the job, being 6'3" and weighing in at nearly 300 lbs. Sporting a full beard and tatoos, wearing blue jeans and Harley Davidson T-shirts, I even looked the part. One night, I was watching one of the back doors. The show was some teenage heart throb band. The place was crawling with little girls. Most of them were around the front and sides of the building, but there was a small crowd near my door. They were hanging back a ways hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite band member. One of them came up to me. She couldn't have been more than 11 or 12 years old. She had long, straight, sandy brown hair and big green eyes. Her lipstick was bright red and her eye makeup was way over done. She was wearing a pair of slutty-looking hot pants and a mid-driff top. They probably belonged to a friend or an older sister. Obviously, she was trying to look older than she was. "Please, Mister, I got to get backstage," she said in a high, squeaky voice. "I've just got to!" "No way," I told her. "Not without a stage pass." As she stood there lying to me about how she lost her pass, and how she had a very important message to deliver to her idol, the wife of one of the roadies came up. I gave her a quick smile, and opened the door for her. "Hey, she didn't have a pass," the girl complained. "How come you let her in?" I decided it was my turn to lie to her. "She's a groupie," I told her. "She gets to go in because she sucks and fucks over half of the lighting crew. She gave me this nervous,wide-eyed look that made me grin. So, I decided to lead her on a little more. "What's your name, kid?" I asked her. "Chrissie," she answered. Then, catching herself, she said, "Christine." "Well, Chrissie, some girls want to get backstage worse than others." She didn't say anything. She just stood there giving me that same dumb look. I was starting to get bored with her. So, I figured I'd scare her off. "Listen, Chrissie, you're a grownup girl, and you got a pretty mouth. Are you willing to make use of that mouth to get yourself backstage?" I asked, squeezing my dick through the front of my jeans. "Are you willing to suck my dick?" But, instead of running off, she lowered her head and stood there thinking for a second or two. Then, slowly looking from side to side, making sure no one else had heard me, she nodded and whispered, "Yes." Now it was my turn to stand there with a dumb look on my face. I couldn't believe she was actually going to give me a blowjob to get backstage. "Ok," I said, fumbling with the door. "Follow me." Once we were inside, I found someone to cover for me, then I took Chrissie to one of the rooms used for storing stage props. Flipping on the light, I closed and locked the door. Chrissie was shaking like a leaf. She was trying her best to look calm, but she was obviously shook up. I could tell she was having second thoughts. Grinning at her, I reached out and felt her little titties. She let out a small gasp and backed away from me. "Come on, relax," I told her. "You're acting like you've never had a guy touch your tits." Then, motioning for her to lift her top, I said, "Quit acting like a little girl. Let me see your titties. I ain't got all day." Telling her she was acting like the kid she was, had just the affect I knew it would; making her try to prove me wrong. Giving me a defiant glare, she slowly lifted the front of her top. She wasn't even wearing a real bra. It was one of those training bras. I motioned again, and she pulled it up, too, exposing --for what I knew must be the first time ever-- her little titties. They were barely tits at all. They were just small mounds of flesh with tiny, little nipples. But, this time, when I reached out and touched them, she didn't back away. In fact, she actually pushed her chest out a little, as if she were proud of what she had. As I squeezed one of her titties, I lowered my face to the other and started sucking on it. She gasped again, but didn't move. "I'm not a little girl," she whispered. I knew she was trying to convince herself, as much as she was trying to convince me. I'm sure she didn't mean to encourage me, but it had that affect. I decided to push my luck a little further. Pulling my mouth from her stiff, little nipple, I smiled, and said, "You sure aren't, Christine. If you were a little girl, you wouldn't be here right now." I started sucking on her tit again, still squeezing the other, keeping my eyes on her face. She gave me a little self-satisfied smile, and I knew it was time to make my move. I slid my other hand in between her legs, and started feeling her up. She let out a whimper and closed her legs a little, but she didn't pull away or say a word. She just stood there as I rubbed her pussy and sucked her tits. After a couple of minutes, I was so hot I was about to cream in my jeans. Releasing her, I took my dick out of my pants, and told her, "Ok, Chrissie, get on your knees. It's time for you to put that pretty little mouth of your's to work. Time to pay for your stage pass. I know she felt like she had already done enough to be backstage. She stood there for the longest time, licking her lips, thinking it over, looking at my hardon with a look of dread on her face. I was sure she was going to change her mind and back out. Reaching out, I took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her toward the floor. "Ok, ok," she said, nodding her head several times. Then, she knelt down, took hold of my dick, put it in her mouth, and started sucking. She didn't give me an actual blowjob. She didn't play with my balls, stroke my dick, or even move her head. She just sucked on my dick like it was a straw. But, I didn't want to discourage her. So, rather than tell her what she was doing wrong, I decided to face-fuck her. Gripping her head firmly, I started working my hips back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of her hot, little mouth. At first, I went easy on her, fucking her mouth slow and shallow. But, I couldn't take it for long. I started ramming my dick into her deeper and deeper, moving my hips faster and faster. She whimpered a couple times, then made some gurgling and choking noises as I shot my wad in her mouth and down her throat. When I let go of her head, she pulled her mouth off my dick, coughing and sputtering, giving me this nasty look. "You didn't tell me you were go to shoot sperm in my mouth," she whined, wiping her mouth with her hand. I just laughed at her. "Everyone knows, being a cocksucker means swallowing a guy's scum," I said, helping her to her feet. "So, do you want to see the band's dressing room, now?" She let out this little girlish squeal. "Really?" she asked, tugging her bra and top into place. "Sure," I told her. "From the sounds of things, their on stage right now. We can go to their dressing room and wait for them." Taking her by the hand, I led her out the door and down the hall. I didn't really take her to the band's dressing room. I took her to another one instead. She didn't know the difference, and I wasn't as likely to lose my job if we got caught. She ran around the room like a kid in a candy store, collecting matchbooks and strands of hair from the dressing table. I gave her a few minutes. She was bubbling over with excitement. And I was enjoying watching her bounce around the room in those tight, skimpy hotpants. When she had calmed down a little, I took her by the arms, and started backing her toward the sofa at the rear of the room. Grinning at the look of confusion on her face, I told her, "Coming in here, Chrissie, is going to cost you extra." Seeing the bulge in the front of my jeans, she started shaking her head from side to side saying, "No! No, I'm not sucking it, again. Let me go!" "You aren't going anywhere," I told her, forcing her to lie on her back. "You owe me. And, you're going to pay up." It only took one hand to pin her upper body, and the other I shoved into her crotch. As I rubbed her little pussy, she glared at me, saying, "Let me up! I'm not doing it. If you put it in my mouth, I'll bite it." The angry look on her face made me laugh. "I'm not letting you up. And, it's not going in your mouth this time," I said, pulling down her zipper. Suddenly, the look on her face went from anger to panic. She started screaming like a banshee, kicking and fighting for all she was worth. In spite of the fact I was twice her size, it was all I could do to get her little hotpants off. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she started begging. "Please, don't," she whined. "I'm a virgin." I took my dick out of my pants, and laughed at her. "You won't be for much longer," I said, prying her legs apart. "You're getting your fucking cherry popped." She started yelling again. Because of the noise the band was making, I knew no one would hear her, but I didn't want to hear her either. So, I stuffed her panties in her mouth. Then, I slapped her around a bit to take some of the fight out of her. Her little twat was dry as a bone and tighter than a fist. It felt like I was trying to dig a hole in a sand pile with my dick. After almost a minute of shoving, she started getting a little damp and I was finally able to get in. By now, Chrissie had stopped struggling altogether. She just layed there like a rag doll, staring at the ceiling with a blank look on her face. I rammed my dick in and out of her tight, little twat good and hard, but she didn't make a sound or bat an eye. I was like she was in shock. But, her body was still responding. She was getting nice and wet, and my dick was sliding in and out of her without any resistance. I must have fucked her like that for over five minutes when I heard the door open behind me. Instinctively, I jumped off of her and pulled up my pants. It turned out to be, Rick, a friend of mine. "Jesus Christ!," I said. "You scared the shit out of me. He looked at Chrissie laying there with her legs still spread, and laughed. "...didn't seem to bother your girlfriend," he said, grinning. "She's a groupie," I told him. "I introduced her to her idol. She was so grateful, she offered me a piece of ass. You want some? She won't mind." "Sure," he said. Then, seeing the look on her face, he asked, "What's wrong with her?" I told him I didn't know. "She took some drugs or something. The panties in the mouth were her idea,too," I said, pointing at them. "She said that's how she likes it." Rick shrugged, dropped his pants, and climbed between her legs. Chrissie didn't react at all. She just layed there the whole time he was fucking her. It was like she was in some kind of catatonic state. Rick didn't seem to care. He pumped her furiously for about three minutes, then pulled out and shot his wad on her tits and face. Then, he pulled up his pants, thanked us both, and left. Rather than clean his cum off of her, I took Chrissis and rolled her over on to her belly. Spreading her butt cheeks with my fingers, I started working my way into her tiny, pink, puckered asshole. I had only gotten the head of my dick past her sphincter, when Chrissie started responding. Her butt twitched a couple times, and she began to whimper and groan. I pushed another inch of dick into her ass, and she let out a muffled scream, and started clawing at the sofa. Another inch, and her screams got louder and higher in pitch. Her butt jerked from side to side as she tried to get away from me. Another shove, and I was all the way in. I was finally starting to enjoy myself. She was taking me for one hell of a ride; her ass bucking every which way. It was all I could do to stay in her. As I continued to butt-fuck her, she calmed down a bit, but kept whimpering. I reamed her ass for another couple of minutes and then, pumped it full of cum. When I pulled out, she moaned and collapsed under me. I think she passed out. I don't know if she got fucked any more that night; I left her laying there half naked with her legs spread for anyone who came in. Like I said, some guys like 'young stuff'. But, in my experience, young girls are all like Chrissie. They don't know what to do. They're about as exciting as a wet blanket. Sure, Chrissie was tight. But, in my opinion, she was a pretty lame fuck. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Unknown User a répondu le Mon 25 Feb, 2002 @ 9:37am |
 Coolness: 13345 | 0.o'
Oh ... That's pretty disturbing ... Are those stories true ? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» El_Presidente a répondu le Mon 25 Feb, 2002 @ 10:13am |
 Coolness: 299550 | I think Noah just turned 23 a few days ago so I would highly doubt that a couple years ago, wwhen he was 23 he had sex with a 12 year old... but I have to say those are quite interesting stories |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear a répondu le Mon 25 Feb, 2002 @ 10:32am |
| Coolness: 2604210 | I just turned 22 actually youngy... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» El_Presidente a répondu le Mon 25 Feb, 2002 @ 12:34pm |
| Coolness: 299550 | even better |
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