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Corwyn's Day
by Corwyn Corey (address withheld)
***
A young girl discovers lust almost by accident. As one
experience after another pushes her closer to accepting
that final act. (M+/f-teen, ped, voy, qst, glory)
***
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her
hairless pussy, freshly shaven that morning, and firm
15 year old breasts, upturned nipples hard, stared back
at her, ready for the day.
She had been visiting her mother now for 2 weeks this
summer, over her own birthday, and missed her boyfriend
terribly. She had decided a while back to let him,
finally, have her, but she had been trapped in Toronto
since then, and there was only so much fingers and her
imagination could do for her! She was in such a state
of agitation.
Today she planned to go shopping before getting on the
train at Union station that would take her home. Buy
her Daddy and Alex, her boyfriend, each presents to
show how much she missed them. She wasn't sure just
what to buy yet, but shopping was fun, and she had the
whole day.
She walked naked to her room...the spare room used for
guests in her mom's apartment. She knew that she risked
being seen by her mother's new husband. He was her
step-father she supposed, but in her mind she was just
the guy her mom had married, not any real relation to
her, so she enjoyed teasing him.
Unfortunately, he was otherwise occupied, and she got
to her room unseen, and dressed herself in a short
skirt, and a top that tied up behind her neck and lower
back. It was summer after all and no sense in having
more on than that. Her mom would be dropping off her
bag at the train station later today, so all she had to
do was pack up what she wasn't wearing.
Her thoughts still on sex, she deliberately ignored
panties, in favour of light coloured stockings. They
made her feel even sexier, and she squirmed a bit,
touching her breast lightly, the nipple instantly
hardening and poking through the thin fabric of her
shirt.
"Damn, I better get going," she said, reluctantly
stopping and grabbing her purse.
Off to the bus stop she went, barely saying goodbye to
the man who was, as she had heard almost every night
for her two week visit, fucking the hell out of her
mom. He made her a bit uncomfortable, really, because
he must be good at it... and that made her curious. And
he was so -old-. He must be almost 40! To a 15 year old
Corwyn, that was fascinating and odd at the same
time...
The day was windy, and her light skirt fluttered in the
breeze, threatening to lift off at any moment like a
kite in the wind. The cooler are felt good on her bare
skin, her pussy caressed with each gust, and it made
her eyes widen each time she caught the fabric flapping
higher. Luckily the bus arrived before she had an
accident of any kind, and she found herself a seat at
the back.
"Fuck," she said, absently running a finger up and down
her thigh, "I can't wait to get home. I need to have
Alex..." her finger traveled her thigh, pausing
occasionally in it's vertical movement to trace circles
on the bare flesh above the band at the top of her
stockings. She was almost unaware of this, until an
older teen sat down opposite her, near her stop, and
flashed a sudden grin. She assumed for a moment that he
was simply attracted to her, and was flattered... until
she followed his gaze, and realized he was looking at
her finger, a mere inch way from her hairless, exposed
pussy!
Excited and scared beyond what she had ever experienced
in her 15 years, she quickly stood up, pushing the stop
button, and rushed to the doors. She got off at the
next stop, a full 2 city blocks before her stop at the
big mall.
"Oh my god," she thought. "I cannot -believe- I just
did that."
The idea of her touching herself while someone watched
excited her, but having been so close to doing it, and
in front of a stranger, had her wet.
She looked about, examining her surroundings. This
wasn't the best part of downtown, but it wasn't so bad.
She may even be able to check out some of the stores on
the way.
Two city blocks are not, however, two small town
blocks, and the shoes she was wearing were not great
ones for walking distances. Soon enough her feet began
to ache, and when she spotted a shoe store she knew she
was going to buy some comfortable sandals.
***
She went into the store, the air conditioning cool on
her skin, raising goose bumps. She sat gratefully on
one of the chairs provided as a salesman came to assist
her.
"Hello there Miss. And what can we help you with
today?" he asked, smiling lightly, but in that
distracted and almost bored way most salespeople do.
"Sandals...something that are comfortable for walking.
These..." she held out one foot for him to see,
"...these are just too uncomfortable, and I don't want
blisters"
After a small discussion involving sizes and styles,
the salesman went to fetch some boxes, and Corwyn
relaxed into the soft chair. She was still more than
slightly excited, and the cool air had served to
stiffen her nipples to hard points in her shirt. The
salesman returned, boxes un hand, and knelt before her,
taking her foot in his hands and undoing the strap,
slipping it off. It wasn't until he looked up that the
slightly bored expression left his face.
The young girl sitting in the chair, head back and
looking up was not wearing panties! Her hairless pussy,
slightly wet, was looking at him from between her
stocking clad thighs, exposed by his raising of her
foot, and therefore leg. His eyes bugged out a bit, and
his fingers fumbled with the shoe, dropping it to the
floor. Corwyn was unaware of her second flash of the
day, his warm hands on her foot relaxing her as much as
the comfortable chair had. He opened the first box
blindly, grabbing the strappy sandal and slipping it on
her, his eyes never leaving the 15 year old pussy in
front of him. The flush on his face may have been lust,
or it may have been shame... he could have had a
daughter this age.
He carefully reached for the sandal, one that
complimented her pale skin, and slipped it on, having
to lift her foot slightly higher to do so. His eyes
never left her sex, his fingers trembling slightly as
he slipped the straps into place.
"I'll have to put on both for you to walk around, test
the fit."
"Sure," she replied, absently, her mind on her previous
experience that day.
He set her foot on his knee, and lifted her other. This
placed her legs at an angle, opening them at the knee,
slightly spreading her lips. He lowered his head,
concentrating on both the vision of beauty and
forbidden desire in front of him, and on removing the
shoe. It was as he was placing the second sandal on her
foot that she happened to look down slightly... and saw
herself in the mirror.
Saw her naked pussy exposed to the salesman.
Saw her WET naked pussy.
Corwyn's eyes widened and she almost closed her
legs....and then changed her mind. She leaned back into
the chair a bit more, and rested her head on the back,
her eyes half closed, watching in the mirror. The
salesman continued to stare at her, noticing that she
was growing wetter by the second. This young girl was
definitely turned on...and by now he was actually
scared to look up. Just in case.
From behind her slitted eyes she watched him. He was
flushed and sweating, his eyes glued to her virgin sex.
Did he want her? She thought so. He was old enough to
be her father, and yet he wanted her. What would he do?
What should she do? Here she was with her legs spread,
wet folds exposed to a man inches away, able to see the
slippery baldness of her, the spreading
moisture...smell the arousal in her.
And she wanted more!
It was at that moment that an ample lady entered, her
two young children, yelling and fighting with each
other, entered the store, calling out for service. In a
flash the spell was broken, and the salesman stood on
unsteady legs, visibly shaken, stumbling over to greet
the lady. Corwyn herself sat up, her legs closed tight.
In a daze she gathered up her purse and walked out of
the store, her shoes forgotten, and neither her nor the
salesman remembered about her not purchasing the
sandals, until much later.
It was in a fever of arousal and a daze of confusion
that Corwyn wandered down the street, hardly paying
attention to where her feet, now more comfortable, took
her. Yes, she was still headed downtown, but she must
have forgotten to turn at the second block, because the
street she wanted was behind her.
Easy enough to take a shortcut and backtrack.
As she cut down a side street, she noticed that the
neighborhood in this area was even worse than the
previous, and she increased her pace, paying more
attention now to her surroundings. Before she had gone
much further she saw something that gave her pause, in
her aroused state....
"Adult Bookstore: Must be over 18," the sign said.
The windows were covered in simple lettered
advertisements, the phrasing almost vague, but the word
sex was repeated several times.
Her feet, led by urges not entirely brain related, took
her into the store. It was not well lit inside, and the
two isles in the main room contained racks with
Magazines, movies...and other things. Oh, Corwyn knew
what these were, toys. Sex toys. She wandered over to
one, picking up the package. 8 inch realistic cock.
That phrase circled in her mind. Taunting her...
"Can I help you girlie?" Corwyn was startled by a voice
behind her. Yes, of course, the person running the
store.
"Uh, well," she replied. "Maybe. How much for this?"
She held up the box with the dildo in it.
The manager squinted at her, looking her up and down,
taking in the sleekness of her legs, and the nipples
standing at full attention on her perky young breasts.
"And how old are ya, kid?"
"...old enough..." she muttered.
He laughed. "20 bucks. Want some loonies for the
arcade?"
"Arcade?" she handed over a 50 from her purse.
"Yeah. Movies in the booths." He looked at the box,
smiling, then back up at her face. "Good movies." He
handed her the change, several dollar coins in the mix.
Corwyn looked over at the open doorway leading deeper
into the store. "Oh..." She smiles nervously, and
headed through, seeing a hall lined with booths on
either side, each with a door that read occupied or
not. She chose one at random that was unoccupied, near
the middle of the hall. As she stepped inside, she saw
a seat on the same wall as the door, and a movie screen
attached to the opposite wall. The rest of the closet
sized booth was dark, although she knew from the feel
of the floor that it had not been unused that day.
"What the hell am I doing?" she asked herself, even as
her fingers dropped a coin into the slot beside the
screen.
The sight of a large cock thrusting into the mouth of a
young woman filled the room with a flickering light,
and filled Corwyn with an unexpected rush of lust. She
sat down, stunned, on the chair, her feet splayed and
her eyes glued to the screen. Desire and curiosity
warred in her. She had never seen a cock that big. Had
only seen things in art like "David" at museums, and
never hard and erect like that.
The sudden breeze of her open legs on her pussy made
her again begin to become wet, but this time she
planned to do something about it. Fast as the thought
came, she had lifted her skirt to her waist, and began
to play with her clit. She watched the woman on the
screen suck as if she liked it, and in that moment,
Corwyn became a devoted cocksucker. The memory of
watching this would never leave her.
She spread her legs further, her delicate fingers
parting her completely exposed folds to pinch and tweak
her much teased clit. All day her body had been in a
state of denied arousal, and finally she was going to
fix that! She cupped her sex in her palm, a finger
rimming her entrance, juices already dripping down onto
the chair as she slowly slipped one inside her. She
looked over at the box on the arm of the chair, and
flushed. The manager of the store, and anyone else who
saw her come back here, surely they thought she was
fucking herself. Surely they believed that 8 inch
monster was inside her even now. But it wasn't true,
and as her finger pushed in far enough to touch her
hymen gently, she knew that she was going to wait.
At least until the cock was real!
But she did open the package, taking the flexible toy
in hand. She looked up at the screen, and slipped
another finger into her 15 year old pussy as her tongue
circled the head of her new friend. She slid the cock
like toy past her lips, taking an inch inside,
imagining herself to be the woman on the screen,
imagining the cock to be real, and the taste to be
skin, not rubber...
The two fingers inside her were bringing her close to
orgasm, faster than she ever had before. Her breath
came in gasps around the cock-toy in her mouth, and she
almost missed the flicker of light beside her.
Someone had entered the booth on her right...and there
was a small hole in the wall!
She quickly closed her legs, the dildo forgotten where
she tossed it onto the chair as she pressed herself
against the wall where the hole was, trying to hide. If
she could see into THEIR booth, then surely they could
see in...
The movie started next door, the same one she was
watching, a curious stereo effect happening that
cancelled out other sounds from other booths. She heard
a belt buckle, and a zipper. Oh my god! Someone in
there was going to masturbate!
Like she had been...
The booth was small, but from her crouched position she
could peek into the next booth. This pressed her
against the far wall slightly, but that was ok. She
couldn't see his face. Yes, it was a man. Definitely a
man, because she could see his cock.
He was stroking it.
This was better than any movie, even if the hard cock
being stroked in front of her was smaller than the one
in the movie. It was maybe 7 inches at most, but hard
and throbbing in his hand as he pumped slowly. There
was a shiny bit on the head that he touched, and drew
back a sticky clear fluid, raised higher out of her
vision range.
Her own hand reached below her skirt, and she began
again to tease her pearl, the orgasm she had almost
achieved before approaching again. Her eyes were firmly
glued to his cock, and he stroked his balls with his
other hand, only pausing to scoop up some of his pre-
cum again...she had to see what he was doing with it,
and leaned forward a bit further...
Oh my god, he was licking it off his fingers!
Her startled gasp caused his eyes to leave the screen
and lock on hers. She was caught, and her heart raced
with as much fear as increased excitement. He smiled,
and stood. Without a word, he brought his cock to the
hole, and pushed it through. It stood proud and erect,
less than an inch from her face. Unable to control her
actions, and perhaps unwilling to, she reached out and
touched her first cock. It was warm and smooth, and
twitched when her hand encircled it.
She looked up at the screen again for a moment, and the
finger on her clit convinced her. Her lips moved
forward, and parted. Her tongue touched the tip, and
tasted the pre-cum on him. Sweet. Just a bit salty...
She summoned her courage or lust and slipped it past
her lips, the same way she had with the forgotten toy.
It tasted different. Musky scents from his member
overpowered the odd assortment from the rest of the
store, and she moaned onto his shaft, taking just a bit
more than the head into her mouth.
She was sucking cock!
She tried to keep an eye on the screen, to get an idea
of what to do, and how to do it. She licked under the
head, and his entire shaft twitched again, and she ran
her tongue up and down the entire thing. But she liked
it best when she pushed it into her mouth. It took a
few tries to figure out how to not touch it with her
teeth, because he flinched when she did that.
For several minutes the 15 year old sucked and rubbed
his cock, and when her own orgasm hit it was startling.
She bucked against her fingers, the juices dripping
directly to the floor in her crouch, making a small
puddle of her own to join the rest. Her moans on the
hardness in her mouth threatened to make him cum, but
he took hold of the base and held tight for a moment.
This was too good to be true, and he must have wanted
to prolong it.
Fifteen minutes is a LONG time to be crouched though,
and the force of her orgasm almost brought her to her
stocking clad knees. Only a quick thought about what
was probably on the floor, and what that would look
like on her stockings reminded her that was a bad idea,
and, cock still in mouth, she stood, bent over and
placed her hands on the wall in front of her for
support. Her bare ass was pressed against the opposite
wall, and she held her head still as the cock in her
mouth began to slide in and out of its own accord.
"Oh my god he's fucking my mouth!" Corwyn thought in
amazed lust.
With her backside pressed against the opposite wall,
she never had a chance to see that there was a second
hole. Nor that the booth was now occupied.
He had been following her. He had seen her on the bus.
He had seen the teen's startled reaction to Corwyn's
actions there. He had seen her expose herself to the
salesman. And he had seen her enter the adult
bookstore.
But so far, he had not seen what he desired. What the
others had.
Until now.
There, spread as if framed against the hole in his side
of the wall was her beautiful, wet, 15 year old pussy.
It was wet and slick, almost dripping from her orgasm,
and his cock hardened in his pants instantly.
"Holy fuck Lou, this is your lucky day!" he said to
himself as he dropped his pants and walked forward.
Corwyn was so engaged in having her face fucked, the
hardness sliding past her lips faster and faster,
occasionally touching her throat that she didn't notice
a soft kiss on her pussy lips. She was still twitching
from orgasm, and the man in her mouth was close. His
cock became more and more rigid, throbbing in time with
his heartbeat. He pushed forwards hard, and she was
about to pull off him, not sure if he should cum in her
mouth, when suddenly she felt something warm and hard
slip between her folds, and her eyes widened in shock.
That was a cock!
She was about to cry out when the one in her mouth
exploded with jet after jet of cum, filling her,
dripping past her lips. She tried to swallow, but there
was so much. Way too much to handle her first time. The
taste excited her, and for just a moment she stopped
struggling against the cock slowly penetrating her
virgin pussy.
That was enough.
The man behind her thrust forward, breaking her cherry,
the pain she felt unvoiced because of her efforts to
suck down the load of cum in her mouth. She could
almost picture herself, skirt up around her waist, cum
dripping from her face as she had a cock in either end.
She could almost see it in her mind...and she liked it!
The pain passed quickly as the man behind her began to
slide his meat in and out of her. She was tight, more
so than anything he had ever felt. Her slick walls
gripped his shaft like a vice, at first resisting, and
then trying to hold him in. The momentary blockage he
had experienced was wiped from his mind by the
sensations enveloping him.
But not from her mind.
Corwyn moaned around the softening cock in her mouth,
pushing herself back into the one in her pussy. She had
swallowed a stranger's cum, and as he slipped out of
her mouth, a trail of it clung to her lips, and her
cheek. In her mind she could hardly form coherent
thoughts as the new feelings surged through her. She
was being fucked. A cock was in her. At 15 she was
standing in a porn booth, cum on her face and in her
mouth with a stranger's cock taking her virginity from
behind a wall...
And she loved it.
She reached a hand down, still disbelieving, to
encircle his shaft in her delicate fingers where it
entered her He was thicker than she had thought,
considering how easily he was sliding into her. With
all the wet running down her legs now, it was no
wonder. She stroked him as he fucked her, his pace
increasing slowly, his balls sticking through the hole
with his member, slapping against her fingers. She
removed them, finally believing it. She was being
fucked. She wondered about the man who fucked her now,
about who he was, and if he knew he was sliding his
cock into virgin pussy. She wondered why she had waited
so long.
Biting her lip to keep from crying our, she barely
noticed the man in the booth in front of her leaving.
She reached up to her shirt, undoing both the top and
back, tossing it onto the chair. Her fingers went to
her breasts at once, pinching first one nipple, then
the other.
She never noticed the second man enter the now vacant
booth.
He had watched her come in, of course, and had
suggested the arcade. The manager had seen the other
man come in, and leave tucking himself in with a wide
smile. He knew...that young piece of flesh was giving
it away, and he wanted his share.
Fucking or being sucked by a young girl doesn't happen
every day.
Before he placed his cock in the hole he took a quick
peak, seeing her open mouth mid-moan and her fingers
busy on her breast. My god, that tight piece of ass was
getting pounded over there, and only the volume on the
movie screens was hiding it at all. Barely. He stood,
and shoved his cock through the opening.
Corwyn saw it, and offered no resistance as it entered
her mouth, sucking on it eagerly. She was cumming
again, her pussy rippling on the cock in her, and she
wanted more cum. She wanted it now! She sucked on the
protruding cock like it was a straw, her tongue lively
on the head. Her thoughts were animalistic now, her
only concerns the man in her lips and the drink she
would get there, and the man behind her, pounding her
wet cunt with abandon. He was bottoming out in her
regularly now, his balls slapping her clit with each
thrust.
He looked down at the hole each time he pulled back,
the perfect bald pussy and puckered asshole framed so
beautifully in the flickering movie-light. He didn't
know how old she was, but this slut was young, that
much he understood. He could barely take his eyes off
his cock slamming into her with each thrust. He knew
that he couldn't take much more of this. She was too
tight, and her near-constant orgasms were trying to
drain him. Trying to make him cum.
Corwyn achieved a perfect rhythm with her two lovers.
They thrust over and over, faster and faster into her,
each thrusting at the same time, as if to meet in the
middle. It was all she could do now to hold herself
upright as she was fucked so hard her knees buckled.
Both men were nearing that moment when they would not
stop, would be unable to stop. She knew what was going
to happen...
They were going to cum in her.
The one in her mouth went off first, the initial blasts
causing him to slip out, shooting across her face and
tits, and dripping from her nipple before she could get
him back in, sucking him like a straw in a milkshake,
drinking down his fluids with as much desire.
Her own orgasm peaked, and she cried out loud enough
around the cock that each of her lovers heard her, and
the one in her pussy went rigid as he SLAMMED into her,
shot after shot of hot sticky cum filling her wet cunt,
dripping out as he continued to pound her like there
was no tomorrow.
Corwyn felt each hot blast inside her, coating her
inner walls, dripping down her leg and into her
stocking, mixing with her own juices. Never before had
she had an orgasm as good, and she hoped that this
would not be a one time thing. She needed cock now...
needed to be filled, to drink. Cum. This was her
desire, and the men in her were giving her all she
could handle.
For now.
Having sucked the manager clean, he realized that there
was no one watching the store, and he hurriedly pulled
out of her mouth, hearing a disappointed moan, and
shoved himself back into his pants. He rushed to the
front, not wanting to be caught. Yes, she looked
young...but he hoped she would not know it was him, and
he resumed his position at the counter, smiling
slightly, sweating profusely.
The man in her pussy leaned against the wall, his
softening member sliding out of her inch by inch, the
mess of their orgasms and the darkness of the booth
hiding the small amount of blood on him. He realized
that he had to know who she was, had to find out if she
did this regularly. Her whole day seemed to be
revolving around sex so far, and he wanted to know
more... and that meant he had to leave first. He wiped
his cock on her ass, leaving a trail of mixed cum, and
quickly left the store, walking a bit further.
Corwyn herself felt aching and empty when they left.
She had felt whole when filled, but now, she was
missing something important. She stood on unsteady
legs, and looked at herself. Skirt up to her waist like
a belt, her chest coated in cum. It was probably in her
hair, and when she touched her cheek she smiled, and
scooped as much into her mouth as she could. Her
stockings were ruined, a stain having formed on the
inner thigh of each, where any could see. She quickly
stripped them off and used them to clean herself up a
bit, replacing her shirt and sandals after, trying to
look at least a bit presentable.
As she left the booth, she put the dildo in her purse,
knowing it would come in handy now. It barely fit,
leaving no room for her stockings, so she carried those
in her hand as she headed to the front. When she saw
the manager, the smile on his lips and the ring on his
finger said it all... he was the second man she had
sucked, had drained and drank. His taste was still in
her mouth, salty and slick, and she flushed with shame
and lust. The stockings, soaked now from her cleanup,
she threw at his counter, and with a flirty grin said,
"...keep them. I don't need them now," to his surprised
face. With a sway of her hips she left the store, a
smile on her face.
Her train was not for hours, and she still had the
whole day to buy her presents.
It was going to be a good day...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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