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Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story title : Juvenile Delinquents
(c) Copyright August 1998
-=*=-
The only thing I ask is that you don't remove my name
from my work, and that you don't make any changes to
my story. Otherwise do what you will.
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Juvenile Delinquents
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
Stroke-Fiction is the only safe sex one can experience
outside of a loving monogamous relationship. Therefore
my offering to those mature minds. Forgive my insincer-
ity. Kisses Kristen
Natalie Bradshaw was a juvenile delinquent. At least
that's what her mother called her all the time. She
didn't mean to get into trouble, it just seemed to
happen to her. Maybe it was the friends she hung out
with; like her Mom kept saying. But she liked Livia
and Brad, and she wasn't going to stop seeing them
just because her mother wanted her to.
As the 17 year-old stood looking out the window pouting
over her confinement, she thought about her friends,
wondering what they were doing. Being grounded again
was beginning to irk her. It seemed to Natalie that she
was always in trouble. So why fight it? Why not ignore
the consequences and have some fun? she thought.
Natalie's eye's shown with a defiant inner fire as she
looked back over her shoulder at the bedroom door. A
thought just seemed to pop into her head, she knew it
was wrong, but she didn't really care; she wanted to
have some fun. Turning thought into action, the young
girl slipped through the door and quietly descended the
stairs, and snuck out the front door.
On the way out, Natalie stopped in the hall and rifled
her Mother's purse, taking the $40 and change as "ex-
pense" money. It occurred to her that if she left a
$20 behind it might cover up the theft, but she knew
it wouldn't. And what the hell, she might as well take
it all and enjoy myself while she could!
Natalie was a pretty teenager, she had natural grace,
and a beautiful face. Her long brown hair seemed to
always take a cut perfectly, and her body had all the
right curves. She knew that she could get her way with
guys because they wanted her, and in the past, she
hadn't hesitated to use her body to get things she
wanted from them.
Besides, she liked having sex. It felt wonderful, and
why shouldn't she use her natural assets to get ahead?
She smiled at the thought, and wondered what her Mom
would think if she knew some of the things she had
done.
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A short walk down the block and around the corner and
she was standing in front of Livia's house. Livia was
in trouble too, and just as grounded as Natalie. She
cautiously crept up to her friend's house; and stand-
ing under the tree beneath Liva's bedroom window, she
threw a handful of small pebbles, hitting the window.
A moment later, the familiar face of her friend peered
down at her. Natalie liked her friend's face; it was
always smiling that secret smile and Livia was nice to
look at too.
She had flame red fly-away hair, and an Irish country
girl's looks. Her most wonderful feature, Natalie
thought , was her beautiful clear green eyes. That had
been what she had noticed first about Livia when they
had first met at school. Now they were best friends and
shared everything. Natalie jumped, as she was brought
back to the present and when the window made a scrap-
ping noise as Livia pulled it open.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you grounded too?" she
asked in a loud whisper.
"Yes I'm grounded, but I'm tired of being in trouble,
and I've decided to go into town and have some fun. If
I'm in trouble and grounded, what more can they do to
me if they catch me?" Natalie smiled up at her friend
with mischief in her eyes.
Livia knew what her friend wanted. She wanted a partner
in crime, and Livia quickly calculated the extra pun-
ishment she would receive for ignoring her "grounded"
status, and decided to join her friend.
The decision made, Livia climbed out onto the over-
hanging limb that nearly touched her window and grasped
it, carefully climbing out on it, then down the trunk.
Brushing herself off, Livia giggled joyfully at the
excitement of escaping her punishment, even if it was
just for a little bit.
The girls ran away from the house -- skipping and
laughing they made their way to the Cartwald Street
subway entrance.
The beauty of living in Queens Borough was that they
were only 30 minutes away from downtown New York by
subway and they usually made it into town at least
once a week. They liked to cut school and go in on a
week day. It made them feel so grownup to go into the
city on their own.
"Should we call Bradley, do you think?" Livia asked.
Natalie knew that Brad and Livia had become lovers and
it irritated her a little. It wasn't that she was real-
ly jealous or anything, she'd had sex with Bradley when
they were in the sixth grade, and had done other things
with him too. It was just that their involvement with
each other tended to exclude her, and Natalie didn't
like that at all.
"If you want to, give him a call," she said, half-
heartedly.
Livia ran over to the phone on the wall and called her
boyfriend, giggling all the time she was talking to
him. Natalie looked on with patient-disgust written all
over her pretty young face as her friend made a fool of
herself over the boy.
Bradley showed up on the station platform about two
minutes before the train pulled in. Natalie was disap-
pointed that he'd made it in time, but resigned herself
to the fact that he would be coming with them. As she
watched Livia and Brad snuggle in the seat across the
isle from her, Natalie thought that it might be fun
having him along after all, and began to make plans
for a fun afternoon. 'We'll see how much the little
man can take,' she thought, glancing over at the love-
birds.
They got off at the 44th Street station in one of the
seedier parts of town. Livia asked, "Nat, are you sure
this is where we want to get off? This is a pretty
rough part of town."
Natalie smiled confidently at the worried young couple
and said, "Sure! I have some fun in mind, and this is
the best place for it. I wanta' check out some of these
adult stores before they close 'em all up. This may be
our last chance to see them, you know they passed some
laws to close them up pretty soon. I've always wanted
to find out what they're all about, haven't you?"
Brad looked interested, but Livia looked a little
doubtful, then smiled at her friend in excitement as
she thought about the opportunities this little esca-
pade might offer. She had heard about these sex shops
and was curious abut the "adult toys" they had to
offer. 'This might be fun after all,' she thought.
The three teenagers walked down the darkened street;
tall buildings blotting out the sky above, giving the
impression that they were in perpetual twilight. The
glittering signs-of-sin shown from the darkened windows
promising all kinds of sexual experiences. The young
girls were skipping and laughing as they pulled Bradley
between them into one of the stores with a huge red
sign over the door that announced "XXX SEX XXX" and
paintings of women with little or no clothing on.
They quieted down as they entered the dark, dank store.
There was a hush about the place, and a smell of mold,
and something else. Natalie sniffed the air, trying to
identify the odor. She was excited about entering this
adult world of sex and sin, it made her heart race, and
a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her skin. Livia and
Natalie held hands as they cautiously prowled deeper
into the nether-regions of the huge old store. Bradley
walked nervously behind the girls.
"Can I help you!?"
The girls jumped at the unexpected voice. Up until
then, the only sounds in the store were undefined
murmurs and muffled noises. Without any warning, there
was a little wizened man standing behind them with an
accusing look on his wrinkled old face.
Natalie screwed up her nerve and said, "No thanks
mister, we're just looking." She was a little shocked
that her voice sounded so small and childlike, when
she had intended that it sound full of adult authority.
"Let me see I.D., 'cause you don't look old enough," he
growled, glaring at them.
"Give us a break will yah? They're gonna close your
place up in a few weeks anyway. Here's 20 bucks! Just
let us look around for a bit. That's all we want, just
to see what all the fuss is about," Natalie said,
speaking much louder this time.
The little man looked at the kids for a moment, looked
at the $20, then shrugged and walked away.
Livia and Natalie gave the cheerleader jump, giving
each other the high-five and quietly squealed in de-
light. They had gained entrance to this private adult
world, and it was exciting! What would happen next?
What was in this dirty old store, they wondered?
The teenagers walked down the entrance aisle, looking
into each alcove. The first one had sex videos on
racks lining the walls, the next little alcove was
full of books. Then Livia shouted in glee as she saw
the area with adult toys. They all investigated the
different things that adults needed to get themselves
off. It was interesting, but Natalie quickly became
bored with the sex toy tour and wandered farther into
the building, leaving Livia and Brad in the "toy room".
As she walked hesitantly into the back-most region of
the store, she noticed on the back wall was a line of
doors. She could hear muffled noses coming from some
of them. Curiosity won out over fear, and she quietly
crept up to a door and put her ear to it to listen.
She could hear a man's voice saying something, but
couldn't make out what he was saying. But she could
hear some grunting going on between whatever was being
said.
The teenager moved to another door and listen. She
couldn't hear anything behind this door. Looking up
she noticed that there was a little sliding sign that
said empty, and if she pulled it to the left the word
"full" was exposed. Being a bright girl, she quickly
figured out which booths were full and which were
empty.
After listening at each door with the "full" sign
showing, she realized that every room that was occupied
was so, by a man. She wondered what they were doing
behind those doors. She realized that she wanted to
know. That the whole situation was making her sexually
excited. 'How odd,' she thought.
She opened the door to the end booth and stepped in.
The first impression was the smell. It smelled like
unwashed bodies. Or more accurately, unwashed male
bodies. It reminded her of boys' basketball practice
after a couple of hours of hard court time. Having
been a cheerleader for her high school team, she'd
been around her share of sweaty jocks. But there was
another smell, and that is what excited her, the smell
of males; and more specifically, a male's sperm.
She reached out in the dim light from the hole cut in
the ceiling and touched the wall in front of her to
gauge the space she was allotted. Natalie jerked her
hand back when she felt something sticky and cold
against her fingers. Her normal reaction was: 'If you
couldn't see it, then smelling was the next best
thing.' The teenager brought her fingers gingerly to
her pert little nose, and pulled a face when she
realized what she had sticking to her fingers.
Natalie had guessed that men came in these booths to
'get off' but until faced with the evidence, she hadn't
realized how it was done. She stood there holding her
sticky fingers in the air and wondered what must have
just happened in this dark booth only a little while
ago. Unconsciously, she rubbed her fingers together
feeling the slimy feeling of a strange male's cum
between her fingertips.
As Natalie was wondering if it was safe to sit down she
noticed that there were panels in the walls. One on the
side where the seat was, and one in the back wall. It
looked like there were coin slots with built-in locks
holding each door closed. Steeling herself, Natalie
wiped the sticky fluid off her fingers by rubbing them
on the hem of her dress.
Once her fingers were somewhat clean, she reached into
her purse and pulled out the four quarters that the
little sign above the booth had said would be needed
and dropped them in the slot above the door on the back
wall.
The door opened upward and behind it was an opening
about 10 inches across, and light streamed through
brightly. Natalie blinked at the sudden glare, then
lowered herself onto the seat and looked through the
hole in the wall.
She was shocked at what she saw! On the other side of
the wall was a good-sized room with women wearing
hardly anything at all. She could see that they would
walk over to a hole in the wall and after taking money
they would either bend over and put their bottoms
against the hole or kneel down and take a waiting man's
erect cock in their mouths.
Natalie hadn't known what to expect, but this sight was
beyond her imagination. She was surprised even more
when a young-good looking man entered the room and went
over to a hole, and after taking some money he kneeled.
For a moment, Natalie could see some man's cock stick-
ing through a hole, then it disappeared as the young
man sunk his mouth over the waiting shaft.
All these unimagined scenes were having an effect on
Natalie. She felt intense sexual excitement, and al-
ready needed a release so badly it was almost an
animalistic thing. She quickly looked at the door to
make sure it was securely closed then pulled her dress
up and panties off with one thought in mind, to "get
herself off", and quickly.
At that moment, a little tinkle bell rang and the side
panel dropped beside her, making her jump nervously.
Natalie was frightened by this intrusion into her dark
little world, when she heard a harsh whisper, "Hey man,
how about it?"
It was obvious that this person wanted another man to
give him a blowjob? Natalie sat there with her under-
wear on the floor at her feet, looking at the hole
beside her. She couldn't see through to the other side,
but she could hear the man's ragged breathing as he
waited for an answer.
Natalie's eye's widened as the man's erect cock poked
through the hole. It was very erect, and seemed very
large compared to what she was used to. She contem-
plated the man's column for a few moments then, in true
"Natalie fashion," threw caution to the wind and bent
over and backed her firm young bottom up to the stran-
ger's quivering shaft.
She heard the man groan when she grasped his member in
her hand to position him at her pussy. Natalie knew
what she was doing was totally stupid, but she defiant-
ly went ahead and placed the man's cock-head at her
opening and pushed backward.
He slid easily into her. Natalie could here a surprised
gasp from the man in the next booth as he sunk into her
to the hilt. She smiled to herself, 'This guy was get-
ting quite a bit more than he bargained for,' she
thought, an impish smile of satisfaction on her pretty
face.
Her new sex partner didn't waste any time, as he began
to frantically pound away against the wall of the
booth. Natalie was surprised at the violence of the
man's thrusts. 'He must of not had sex in a long time,'
she thought. She held herself tightly against the hole,
bent at the waist. 'This is wonderful,' she thought to
herself. She could finger her clit while this man
stimulated her insides.
But just as she thought that, the man in the next booth
groaned loudly and jammed himself as hard as he could
into Natalie's soaked pussy-cave. The young girl had
had enough experience with males to know what this man
was going to do, so even though she wanted more, she
jumped away from his pumping cock and watched as the
first string of white cum shot across the booth to
'splat' with a liquid sound on the opposite wall.
Natalie watched as the man discharged two more jets of
semen in diminishing amounts into her booth. Then his
slime-coated cock disappeared and Natalie was left
alone with the smell of the sex they'd just had. She
was so worked up now she just knew that she would
explode if she didn't have her own orgasm soon.
She sat down on the booth seat and started to rub her
swollen clit again. All she wanted now was an orgasm,
she knew that it would be intense, and felt it rising
fast. She began to think about the cock that had just
used her, and her massage increased in speed.
"Natalie, where are you....? Nat?" It was Bradley.
Damn it!
She heard a scraping noise against her door, and
Natalie was thrown off her rhythm. She heard her
neighbor leaving his booth, and heard him say in a
gruff voice, "She's in there kid."
Then the door swung open. Natalie looked up into Brad's
inquiring face. He looked nervous and scared, and
wrinkled his nose at the smell in the booth. Natalie
sat there with her legs still spread and her hand over
her pussy as if frozen in the act. But what was really
running through her mind was what would happen if she
followed her urge and screwed her best friend's boy-
friend. 'Hell,' she thought, 'I've fucked Bradley
before, even if it was years ago, why not again?'
Natalie reached up and pulled Brad into the booth with
her by the front of his T-shirt. "Hey Nat, what the
hell are you do...."
She yanked his fly open and reached into his underpants
in one motion. The boy's words choked in his throat as
he felt Natalie's fingers explore his instant hard-on.
He could barely breathe; every move Natalie made shot
wonderful feelings through his entire teenage body.
The door opened again and the outside light shown on
Bradley's half-naked body. Natalie looked up distrac-
tedly and realized that she had been caught by Livia.
But the storm of hurt and hateful words that she ex-
pected to be thrashed by never came. Instead Livia
stepped into the booth, shutting the door behind her.
Natalie accepted her good fortune and continued to work
on Bradley's rigid pole. After a moment, she felt Livia
sink down into the seat next to her. Natalie could hear
her best friend's shallow breathing as she pulled
Bradley over, guiding him to her aching pussy. He bent
at the waist, his face pushed down between Natalie's
thighs. He knew what was expected from him, and began
to lap at his girlfriend's girlfriend.
Bradley had always wanted another session with Natalie,
he remembered the sex they'd had that one time in the
sixth grade. Natalie had been his first, and he'd fan-
tasized about her often when he was alone with his
hand, or even sometimes when he and Livia where doing
it. This was too much for him to handle. And here he
was sucking Natalie's juicy cunt while his girlfriend
watched!
Livia had decided that it would be fun to watch, be-
sides she wasn't the jealous type. Actually, she liked
Nat better than Brad anyway, and it was exciting to
watch her friend's almost naked body in the throes of
passion. She reached up under Brad's chest and grabbed
his nuts and squeezed.
Brad moaned into Natalie's pussy as his girlfriend pul-
led and gently squeezed his tightening balls. Natalie
felt her orgasm rising again; it flashed into life as
she felt Livia's hand pull the top of her blouse down
and place her soft wet lips at a nipple. Natalie
bucked -- her body as tense as a live wire.
A wonderful joy filled her mind, surging between her
cunt, that incredibly sensitive nipple and the face
pushed between her legs. It was beyond description!
Bradley's face was forced deeper between the girl's
legs as someone from behind the wall shoved something
soft, yet hard, into his exposed behind. Brad had been
bracing himself against the back wall because of the
lack of room. He hadn't realized that his butt was
pushed tightly against the hole facing the big room.
Unbeknownst to any of the teenagers in the booth, the
young man on the other side of the wall had noticed
the ass pressed against the hole and figured it was an
invitation. He'd done what he'd been wanting to do for
days. Heck he didn't even want payment, he just wanted
to fuck a tight gay ass for a change.
Brad's eye's shot open as the young man jabbed him
from behind. Brad couldn't move, he was bent over with
his face jammed in Natalie's pussy, and Livia had a
tight hold on his nuts. He couldn't believe the instant
pain that invaded his body. The pain was so intense it
was almost sexual. In fact, the combination of the
invading cock, and Livia's ball massage pushed Bradley
over his orgasmic edge and he began to spurt his cum
onto Natalie's smooth tan legs.
Brad couldn't move for a few more moments. His cum was
just too strong, just too intense, he couldn't breathe
right. Then as the man from behind emptied himself into
Brad's anal canal, he sprang to life, pulling himself
away from the man's gay blade. He stood up straight
just as Livia slid off the seat beside Natalie and
engulfed Bradley's still rigid shaft with her mouth.
Livia sucked whatever was left from Bradley, eagerly
bobbing over his manhood enjoying the show she was
giving her friends.
Unfortunately for Natalie, the young man who had in-
vaded Brad's nether regions wasn't done cumming when
Brad had stood up, so poor Natalie could do nothing in
the confined space but watch as the man gushed shot
after shot of his hot white semen onto her dress. She
looked down at herself and saw that she was a complete
sticky mess...man-cum all over her legs, hands, and
now her dress.
'Boy,' she smiled to herself, 'It sure is going to be
a shame when they close these sex stores down! Then
another thought occurred to her.
It didn't really matter to her if they did, because
she was going to be grounded for the rest of her life
anyway. She sighed in resignation.
-=*=-
Thank you "Professor" Stephen for your wonder proof
reading services.
(c) 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker
- Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from
a certain point of view."
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