Subject: Too Young (Mf, pedo)
The following story describes GRAPHIC SEXUAL situations involving
children which are INTENDED TO BE READ BY ADULTS ONLY.
If you are breaking a law in your area by reading furthur, or are
under the age of 18, immediately erase this story, call the police
and turn yourself in.
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Archive-title: Too Young - 5
Sally was basically a good girl, but the other girls in her
class were always getting her into one bad situation after another.
friends were always trying to steal make-up and clothes from the
store, but she usually didn't get involved in their "shopping" trips.
All of Sally's friends had training bras, but Sally's mom wouldn't
such a thing... Her biggest argument was that Sally had no reason to
yet and that it would just be money spent on something that didn't
Sally knew this was true, but all of her friends were wearing them and
left out and hopefully she would need it someday.
One fateful Saturday, Sally and one of her friends, Michelle, took
downtown and headed for the department store. Michelle told Sally
would help her steal a training bra and a few other things. Sally was
nervous, but she wanted that bra so bad that her fear was overridden
The arrived at the store and headed for the underwear department.
and Sally looked through all the bras until Sally found the one that
pretty. It was pale pink with a small pink bow between the cups and
enough padding to make it look like she had a reason to wear a bra.
instructed Sally to take several into the dressing room and try them
on, but to
leave on the one fit the best and just bring the others out. Sally
On the way to the dressing room, they spotted a table with lots of
panties. Michelle said, "You just have to have matching panties", and
slyly. Sally was getting nervous again, but took several pair of some
pink nylon panties in the dressing room with her.
Sally pulled her sweater over her head and hung it on one of the
Next she unzipped her denim skirt and let it drop to the floor and
panties down her thin legs and stepped out of them. She then hung the
and panties on one of the other hooks. She stood in front of the full
mirror for a second examining her young body. She wished she looked
a woman, but that was hard with your hair in pigtails, nothing but
fuzz between you thighs and no tits.
She picked up the first bra and tried it on... too big. She next
smaller one and it fit very well. Next she slipped on one pair of the
and much to her surprise, they fit perfectly. They were just a little
for her taste, you could actually see her little slit between her
what the heck, she wasn't going to pay for them anyway.
She pulled her skirt back on and slipped her sweater back over her
Sally could really notice a difference when she looked in the
could see two small lumps in the front of her snug sweater. Now maybe
would pay attention to her. She opened the dressing room door found
Michelle saw the improvement and game Sally a big smile and a thumbs
left the bras and underwear on the table and headed for the door, when
black man in a brown security uniform grabbed Sally by the arm and
just where do you think you're goin' little missy!"
Michelle knew exactly what to do... RUN, but poor Sally's knees
and she just stood there looking up at the security guard, jaw slack,
practically in tears. The guard yanked her arm hard, almost pulling
her feet. "You're commit' with me girl", he said gruffly, "...we
gotta have us
a little chat about some clothes you forgot to pay for." He marched
through the store to the back and through a door marked "PRIVATE...
He closed the door and locked the deadbolt lock behind him. The
bare except for two metal chairs and a sturdy table with a metal top
legs. A large briefcase was laying on it's side at one end of the
Sally's mind was racing... what was going to happen now, where her
going to find out about what she had done, was the large black man
call the police, would she go to jail? She tried to imagine the worst,
really had no idea what was about to happen.
"OK, first things first...", he barked, "...off with that
first Sally didn't believe what she was hearing, did he really tell
her to take
off her sweater?!! "DID I STUTTER?!!", he yelled. "I said off with
sweater!" "Why do I have to do that?", she asked sheepishly. "So I
the store's merchandise back, you fuckin' thief!" There was no doubt
Sally's mind this time and she reluctantly began to pull her sweater
her head. "Come on, come on..." he complained, "...I don't got all
drop it there on the table". As Sally dropped her sweater on the
yelled again, "...and the skirt too." Sally obediently removed her
set it on the table as well. "Well, well, looks like you have some of
merchandise", the guard said as he smiled like a cat with a canary.
the store would like you to give them back, little missy", he said as
His grin wasn't only thing that was getting bigger. Sally noticed
bulge growing in the front of his tight brown uniform slacks. She
remove the training bra tried to cover her self as she slipped it off
table. "Panties too!" he said gleefully as he leered at the fourth
She covered her chest with her arm and tried to remove the panties
other. She struggled a bit, but was finally able to remove them.
grabbed for her sweater and skirt to try to cover her embarrassment,
yelled at her... "NO! Did I tell you that you could get dressed...
that chair, you little bitch!".
A cold chill ran up Sally's spine as her naked bottom came in
the cold metal chair. The guard walked over to the table and opened
briefcase. He pulled out a sheet of paper with some sort of form
it, then placed it on the table. He pulled his pen out of his shirt
set it on the form. He stood there for a second and looked at the
grader sitting there in the chair, completely naked except for her
kneesocks, then he reached into the briefcase again and pulled out a
handcuffs. He walked around behind the chair that Sally was sitting
told her to drop her hands to her side. As soon as she did, he pulled
hands behind the chair and handcuffed them together. "That's so you
no ideas about gettin' away, girl.", he explained.
Sally was beginning to suspect that he had something else in mind,
there wasn't much she could do, nude, handcuffed and she did get
handed stealing from the store. He sat in the chair across the table
and started writing on the form. Finally, he looked up from the paper
asked, "What's your name, girl?" "Sally." she whispered. "NO, your
name", he yelled. "Sally Morgan", she replied.
He continued to ask all sorts of questions, address, telephone
parents names, where she went to school. When he was done, he put the
back into the briefcase and the pen into his pocket. He stood and
moved to the
other side and sat on the side of it facing Sally's chair. He was
only about a
foot in front of her, sitting on the edge of the table, with his legs
She was looking right at the crotch of his brown uniform slacks. She
that he bulge in his pants was even bigger than before and a smaller,
sizable bulge between his legs. Sally had never seen a man without
on before, but she had heard from her friends about what men looked
Whatever he had in there was much bigger than anything her friends had
described. She was getting very frightened because her friends told
men always wanted to stick there "thing" inside girls and Sally wanted
The guard reached out his large black hand and began to stroke on
Sally's blond pigtails and said, "Why does a pretty little thing like
to rip off our store". "I guess that there are a couple of ways we can
this... I can call the cops and have them take ya' away and then your
dad will have to be informed...", he paused, "or you can do everything
and no one will have to know about this at all." Sally looked
don't get it do you?", the guard asked.
He stood up next to Sally's chair. His large black hand began to
her small white shoulder. She tried to pull away from him, but
couldn't go far
with her hands cuffed behind the chair. His hand slowly moved down
chest and down her belly. Finally, he started to slide his hand down
her thin legs and he pushed his fingers into her soft bald flesh. She
clamp her legs together, but he was very strong and dug his fingers
her. Sally tried to yell "RAPE", but he clamped his other large hand
The pain of his long fingers inside her was almost more than she
take... Her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt herself start
limp. Just as she thought that she couldn't take it any more, he
fingers out of her. They were covered with blood. "Oh a virgin,
chuckled. He wiped his fingers on her leg and then stood up again.
fumbled with his zipper then reached deep into his pants, pulling out
black penis. With his one hand still covering her mouth, he took his
in his free hand and started rubbing it against the side of her face,
stroking it up and down. He grabbed her jaw and tilted her head back,
her mouth to open wide. The guard slipped his semi-hard manhood into
girl's mouth and began thrusting in and out with his big black thighs.
huge balls were swinging back and forth, slapping against the
Sally's tear filled eyes looked up at him, pleading, but there was
stopping now. His cock filled her entire mouth, stretching her lips,
hard against the the back of her throat. As the head of he cock
way into her throat, she started to gag. He slapped her hard across
and yelled, "Don't do that bitch... swallow it... ALL of me." His
separated and lurched upward and a hot stream of sperm squirted into
girls mouth. He finished and pulled his cock out of her and cleaned
wiping his cock off on her face.
He reached down and undid the handcuffs then stood in front of her
He told her that he would not tell her parents or the police about
had done. He also said that he knew who she was and where she lived
she would have to come down to the store every Saturday and suck his
cock or he
WOULD tell her parents and the police. She picked up her clothes,
Sally came by every Saturday, just like clockwork and sucked off
security guard. Just like she was told to because Sally was basically
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