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Being Naughty, Isn't Bad
by J. J. Cure (address withheld)

***

A fifteen-year-old girl gets a taste of the real thing 
when an older man catches her peeping. (M/f-teen, ped, 
reluc, voy, 1st)

***

Lindsay wore a short white skirt and a pink cotton 
blouse. Her sandals slapped against her heels as she 
walked along the backside of her house. She looked 
around suspiciously, and then moved a bench to the side 
of the house below a bedroom window. It was a warm 
evening.

Watching Lindsay is my clandestine hobby. The wooded 
area between our houses gives me ample cover from which 
I can spy on the fifteen-year-old girl. Sometimes I 
bring binoculars so I can get a close-up view when 
she's sunbathing. I've known Lindsay for several years, 
and even paid her to wash my car. She's developed into 
a delicious young girl. Her pretty face exudes 
ripeness, like a cherry, ready to be plucked and eaten.

Lindsay stepped up on the bench and peeked inside the 
bedroom window. What could she be looking at? I saw her 
bring her hand to her breast. I became aroused as I 
watched her. Lindsay's hand went under her skirt. 
Lecherous desire overcame my inhibitions. I stealthily 
walked out of the trees. She didn't notice me approach 
from behind.

Her skirt hung just slightly below the bottom of her 
ass. She had painted her toe nails pink, to match the 
color of her shirt. She leaned upon the side of the 
house while peeping in the window. I looked under her 
skirt from the rear. I heard a soft whimper from 
Lindsay as she rubbed her own pussy. I decided to 
confront her in the midst of her guilty pleasure.

"Lindsay, what are you doing?" She gasped and tottered 
on the bench. I held her waist and prevented her from 
falling.

"Oh my god, Mr. Peters, what are you doing here?" 
Lindsay whispered like we were keeping a secret.

"I think I should ask you that question, Lindsay. Why 
are you acting sneaky, and peaking in that window?" I 
spoke softly, to match her secretive demeanor. 

"It's nothing, really. I was just messing around."

"Messing around is the least of it. You've been a 
naughty girl. I watched you touching yourself, out here 
in the open, where people can see you. Is that the way 
your parents taught you to act?"

"No, I'm sorry," Lindsay whispered. Her eyebrows 
pinched together in distress. "Please don't tell 
anyone, I could never go out in public again."

"We'll see about that later. Now, show me what you were 
watching through the window." 

She seemed worried as I stepped on the bench beside 
her. I held Lindsay by the hips and looked in the 
window over her shoulder. Lindsay's seventeen-year-old 
sister was lying on the bed, kissing an older man. He 
reached under her shirt and squeezed her tits. He 
unbuttoned her shorts and rubbed her panty-clad pussy. 
My cock grew hard and extended down my pant leg. I 
pressed myself against Lindsay's bottom. I saw her toes 
wiggling.

"He's my sister's science teacher from school. He comes 
over to tutor her."

"Some tutoring. I bet she does well in science."

"It's her best subject. How did you know?"

"Just a guess. Now, back to you, Lindsay. You've been a 
naughty little girl." I rubbed my erection on her firm 
little ass.

"I know, I'm sorry." She squirmed a little when I slid 
my hand under her shirt and rubbed her tummy.

"What would your sister do, if she knew your were 
spying on her?"

"She'd kill me. Please don't tell."

"What would your mom and dad think, if they knew you 
were rubbing yourself in public?"

"I don't know, but it'd be awful. Promise me you won't 
tell. Please?"

"We'll talk about that later."

I put my hand inside the front of her skirt and ran my 
fingers into her pubic hairs. Lindsay looked back at me 
with wild, blue eyes. I felt her pussy lips. Lindsay 
struggled to get free, but I held her tight while 
rubbing her wet cunt.

"Look Lindsay," I said while gazing in the window.

Lindsay's sister had her hand on the teacher's crotch. 
She unzipped his pants and put her mouth over his cock. 
"Oh my god," Lindsay whispered, "my sister's being 
seduced by an older guy. Promise me you won't tell 
anyone" My hand now roamed freely inside her panties. I 
slipped my middle finger inside the little girl's cunt.

"You admire your sister, don't you Lindsay." 

"Yes."

"You want to be just like your sister, don't you?"

"I guess so."

"You're such a naughty little girl. You say you admire 
your sister, and then you peep on her and rub your 
privates in public. Your pussy is all wet. That means 
you like being naughty. Why are you so naughty, 
Lindsay?" 

"I don't know, I can't help it. Please don't tell on 
me."

Lindsay's full lips nervously twitched as she spoke. I 
used her confusion to take liberties with the fifteen 
year old. I felt under her skirt and inside her shirt. 
My hand completely covered her budding breast. Her 
engorged nipple poked assertively into my palm.

"Watch your sister Lindsay."

Inside the room, Lindsay's sister and the teacher had 
removed their clothes. Lindsay's sister lay back and 
spread her legs. The teacher climbed on top of her. I 
could feel Lindsay's breathing quicken. I fingered 
Lindsay and kissed her neck. She smelled fresh and 
clean. I felt like tiger ready to pounce on a gazelle.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Lindsay. What am I 
going to do with you?"

"I don't know."

"Look at them, Lindsay. What's that thing between his 
legs?" She was silent for a moment.

"His cock," she answered with a shaky voice.

"What's he doing with his cock?"

"He's fucking my sister."

"Oh, you're such a naughty little girl. You even like 
to talk dirty."

"Please don't tell on me."

I stepped off the bench and lowered Lindsay to the 
ground in front of me. Darkness had come over us. I 
pulled her into my arms and dry-humped my cock against 
her freshly fingered pussy. She held me tightly in her 
arms. I reached under her skirt and put my hand between 
her ass cheeks. The teenager was aroused past any 
sensibility.

"Lindsay, are you ready to take responsibility for 
being a naughty girl?"

"Um, I think so. What do you mean?"

"I'll get to that in a minute. But first, do you think 
it's fair that your sister has all the fun while you 
stand outside and watch?"

"It kind of makes me mad. She gets to do so much. My 
parents treat me like a baby."

"Your parents are obviously gone tonight."

"Yes, they went to the movies and won't be back until 
after midnight."

"Well, seeing as your sister has a guest in her room, 
why don't you have me as a guest in your room?"

"Really? I guess it would be okay, if you want to."

"I'd love to come into your room with you."

Lindsay took me in the side entrance. It was dark in 
the house, except for a shaft of light coming from a 
slightly ajar doorway in the hall. My hand roamed over 
Lindsay's little breasts as we walked toward the light. 
We heard moans emanating from the room. Lindsay peeked 
in the doorway at her sister and the teacher. I 
fingered Lindsay as she watched her sister being fucked 
by an older man.

We made our way to Lindsay's room at other end of the 
hall. Her room was filled with a pleasant aroma that 
reminded me of the perfume section in a department 
store. A fashion magazine lay open on her desk. A teddy 
bear stared at us from her bed. Lindsay put on some 
soft music and smiled. Her white teeth seemed to 
sparkle in the dim light.

When we kissed, her mouth opened up receptively. She 
put her hand on my neck as I probed her mouth with my 
tongue. I could sense that she was new to this type of 
kissing, but eager to learn. I broke our embrace and 
sat on the edge of her bed.

"Lindsay, come over here." She walked over and stood 
before me, twisting a lock of blonde hair around her 
index finger. I pulled her down across my thighs, and 
positioned her for a spanking. She struggled, but was 
unable to break free. My cock grew hard as the girl 
squirmed on my lap.

"Mr. Peters, what are you doing?"

"I'm spanking you Lindsay, you've been a naughty little 
girl."

"No, stop it."

"Do you want your parents to find out that your sister 
had a man over, and that you watched them having sex?"

"You wouldn't really tell them, would you?"

I spanked her firm little ass, but not very hard. It 
was more of a game. I pretended to spank her, and she 
pretended it was punishment. Her bottom recoiled away 
from my hand after each spank, which pressed her pussy 
into my swollen cock. After spanking her for a while I 
rested my hand under her skirt and massaged her pussy.

"Lindsay, stand up." She rose presented herself before 
me. Her firm nipples made beautiful peaks under her 
shirt. I hooked my finger inside the front of her skirt 
and pulled her close.

"Mr. Peters, do you like me?"

"I like you very much, Lindsay. Now, take off your 
skirt."

"This is kind of embarrassing." Lindsay shimmied out of 
the skirt and dropped it to the floor. She again stood 
in front of me for inspection. Her white panties were 
covered with pictures of little red flowers. I reached 
between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the wet 
panties. I felt the teenage girl shudder.

"Lindsay, do you admit that you were naughty to spy on 
your sister?"

"Yes."

"Lindsay, do you admit that you were naughty when you 
played with yourself in the back yard?"

"Yes, I'm a naughty little girl."

I pulled her back down on my lap and resumed the mock 
spanking. She took to grinding her pussy against my 
cock every time my hand slapped her ass. I stopped and 
rubbed her pussy. This time I didn't make her stand up, 
I just pulled off her panties. My mind flooded with 
lust at the sight of the virgin territory before me. 
Her little round ass was the color of fresh cream. Her 
deep red pussy lips glistened with teen love juice. Her 
little ass hole winked at me with puckered perfection. 

"Mr. Peters, don't look at me." I watched her as I used 
my finger to gently rub her anus. Lindsay's eyes opened 
wide and her jaw dropped. "Oh, Mr. Peters, what kind of 
spanking is this?"

"Lindsay, being naughty isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"What do you mean?

I lowered my head down and kissed her ass cheeks. 
Lindsay wiggled and giggled. My tongue ministered to 
the young girl's anus. I knew the sensations would be 
new and exciting for her. She relaxed after a time, and 
I was able to probe my tongue into the wrinkled hole. 
Lindsay cast aside her modesty and thrust her ass into 
my face.

I pushed Lindsay back on the bed and pulled off her 
shirt. I lay at her side and French kissed her. I ran 
my fingers into her pubic hair. Her legs spread open 
for me. I licked her nipples and fingered her.

Lindsay was eagerly responding to every sexual advance. 
I decided the time was right to consummate her 
deflowering. I stood up and took off my clothes. My 
cock thrust out like a wooden pole. Lindsay stared at 
my erection, and then locked her gaze upon my eyes.

"Oh my god, what are you doing, Mr. Peters." Lindsay 
held her hand to her mouth.

"I think you know what I'm doing, Lindsay." 

"I'm not sure about this."

"I'll go home if you're still too much of a baby."

"No, don't go."

"Tell you what, Lindsay. How about we just get in bed 
and hug for a while?"

"Okay."

I thought of Lindsay's parents, sitting in a dark movie 
theater, oblivious to what was happening to their 
daughter. I lay naked, in bed, with their fifteen year 
old. Yes, their sweet little girl would soon be impaled 
on my cock, receiving the ancient surge of animal lust. 
I hope they enjoyed their popcorn.

Lindsay and I snuggled together in bed. She got used to 
my cock sliding between her legs and along her pussy. 
She became bold, climbed on top, and rubbed her pussy 
on me. I was sticky with the nectar oozing from her 
cunt. I couldn't stand any more delay. I rolled Lindsay 
onto her back and mounted her.

"Mr. Peters, oh, now what are you doing?" 

"I'm doing you, Lindsay."

"No, wait, I'm not ready yet. Please?"

I lay on top of Lindsay and held her by the back of the 
neck with one hand. I rubbed my cock-head on her pussy 
lips. She struggled beneath me, but I held her fast. 
Her legs kicked up in the air, but it was no use, she 
couldn't escape. I found the opening and pressed my 
cock into the little cunt. Her eyes looked dazed. There 
was no turning back now. It took a few minutes for 
Lindsay to become comfortable with having me inside 
her. After a while she gained confidence and thrust her 
hips upward, to assist the hard cock plowing into her. 
I was delighted to feel her fucking me. I discovered 
that Lindsay liked to talk while I fucked her.

"I'm a naughty girl, aren't I?"

"You're a very naughty girl, Lindsay. That's the way I 
like you."

"I'm going to be naughty again sometime."

Lindsay bucked beneath me and stiffened. Her body 
undulated in an orgasmic spasm. My own release was also 
imminent. I held the little girl by the shoulders and 
pressed my cock into her as far as possible. I pumped a 
mass of sperm inside the deepest recess of her young 
body. Afterward, we cuddled and kissed. When it was 
time for me to go, Lindsay showed me to the door.

"When can I see you again, Mr. Peters?" She pressed her 
lips together in a playful pout.

"Lindsay, I need a car wash. Can you come over 
tomorrow?"

Lindsay grinned. "Yes, Mr. Peters, and this time you 
won't have pay me." 

THE END

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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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