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The Girl with the Cupcake
by Maussie (address withheld)
***
A man thinks back about a chance encounter, years ago,
between himself and a teenage girl, which ended up in an
afternoon of hot, passionate sex, during which the girl
willingly gave up her virginity. (M/f-teen, 1st, oral)
***
It must have been 14 years ago, I must have been 20 or
21 years old, back when I still went along on my
father's business trips. Not so much because I liked his
business, I found it rather boring actually, but rather
because it gave me some time alone with my father, which
was not always that easy, coming from a large family.
This was another one of those trips, all day on the
road, visiting clients, eating along the way, enjoying
good conversation. Now we were on our way to some rich
ass millionaire who lived in a small village - no more
than a single country road with farms and villa's on
either side of it - a couple of kilometers from Haarlem,
in the North-Holland province. Being a Frisian I wasn't
too crazy about Holland, or Hollanders for that matter.
It was way too overcrowded over there, and the people
were usually way too extravagant in their behavior.
It was a hot summer day, maybe 35 degrees Celsius. There
were no clouds in the sky so the sun had free range, and
the air was as moist as ever. The drawback of having a
sea climate. I was dressed in a black T-shirt, a pair of
blue jeans and black training shoes. It was around 3 in
the afternoon as we pulled up on the driveway.
After we had parked the car, my dad went to announce us
and I went to the back of the van to get the painting.
It was some 17th century Dutch Master, a seascape with
sailboats. I carried the thing inside after having been
greeted by the dogs, and hung it back on the wall. My
dad and our client then went on to discuss the financial
matters and what had been done to the painting to
restore it.
This was not my cup of tea at all so I excused myself
saying that I had a bit of a headache from the long ride
and the warm weather, and wanted to get some fresh air.
Our client suggested to take a little stroll through his
backyard, which was several hectares large and looked
more like a park then a garden, with big oak trees and
ponds and even a swimming pool in it.
From the back there was a view looking out over green
fields with cows grazing in them. So I took his advice
and went for a walk. One of the dogs wanted to follow me
but our client told him to stay. The walk did help, the
combination of shade from the trees and cool sea breeze
did cool me off a bit.
After a while, in the back of the garden, I came upon a
little shed. And there, behind the shed, in the shade, I
saw her, the most cutest little thing I'd ever seen.
She must have been our client's daughter or something.
She could have been no older then 15, this little
brunette. She was small, no more than 165cm tall, but
her slender body made up for that. She had long brown
hair, that fell loose along her face, down till over her
shoulders. I think she blue eyes. Her breasts weren't
that impressive (yet) - small but nicely rounded - and
at her age, she was of course still developing. Her butt
was okay, a bit small but nicely rounded, and she had
thin legs.
She was dressed in a little, tight fitting, red T-shirt
and bright yellow shorts (and if I say shorts, then I
really mean, shorts, they barely covered anything). She
had flip-flops on her feet and around her left wrist
there was a pink rubber band, probably used to keep her
hair in a ponytail. Other than that, I could see no
jewelry of any kind.
I stared at the girl for a while, as I felt my dick
harden. Damn, the image of this cute teenage girl
aroused me. Then I noticed. In her left hand she held a
sweetest looking cupcake, it was chocolate covered with
powdered sugar on top and it looked delicious.
The girl still had no idea that I was there, looking at
here, completely mesmerized by the sweetness she held in
her hand. I decided she was worth making contact with,
so just when she took a first firm bite out of the sweet
looking pastry, I shouted: "That looks tasty!"
I swear she nearly choked. She flinched a bit, coughed a
couple of times and then started laughing as she looked
back to see who just caught her by surprise as she tried
to secretly enjoy her little treat.
"Hi!" I said to her, "Sorry about that, didn't mean to
startle you like that."
"Sure you did!" The girl said, while still laughing. She
glanced at me, wondering who I was.
"Okay, I admit, I did mean to startle you like that. But
it looked so funny, the way you were about to enjoy your
little chocolate cupcake like that."
"Who are you?" She asked, intrigued.
"Me and my dad came to deliver a package here," I
replied.
"Oh yeah, the painter, dad said he would come by today,
though he didn't exactly tell me you were coming along."
She said teasingly.
"Art restorer," I said to correct her, "my dad is an art
restorer, not a painter."
The girl just shrugged her shoulders. Painter or art
restorer, made no difference to her. Then she asked: "So
why are you here in the garden?"
"I had a bit of a headache, from the weather, so went
out to get some fresh air. But it's okay now."
"Okay, that's cool. Do you like our garden?"
"Sure do," I said, "it's as big as a park, and the view
is great."
"And we even have a swimming pool!" She said joyfully.
"yeah make me jealous." I said, "So what's the deal with
the cupcake? Not allowed to have them are you, that you
have to sneak out to the back of the garden to secretly
eat one?"
She knew I was just kidding, she could hear it by the
sound of my voice. "Nah", she said, smiling, "if I eat
it in the house, the dogs will try to take it from me."
"Can't blame them, it looks absolutely delicious," I
said teasingly.
The girl looked at me and had to blush a bit, she knew
damn well I meant her and not the cupcake. Then she took
another bite out of the cake and asked me: "Wanna try?"
"Don't mind if I do. But hang on," I replied. Her last
bite had left a bit of sugar on her nose, it looked real
funny, and also very sexy. It seemed like a little
invitation to take our meeting in the garden a step
further.
"What is it?" She asked, a bit surprised, wondering what
was wrong.
"You got a bit of sugar on your nose," I said.
"Hahahaha!" She laughed, "I must look like a little
clown now!"
"A cute little clown," I said, hoping that she would
appreciate the little flattery.
"Thanks..." She said, a bit shy now, he had called her
cute. Then she moved her hand up to her nose to wipe the
sugar off, but I stopped her.
"Allow me," I said, and before she could say or do
anything I held her chin with my left hand, put my right
hand on her cheek and moved my head towards hers. Then,
very gently, I gave her a little kiss on the tip of her
nose, licking off the sugar with my lips in the process.
The girl gazed at me. She didn't know what to say or do.
I had just kissed her on her nose. I expected her to
punch me or run off to the house to tell her dad, but
instead all she did was giggle.
"Why did you do that for?" she asked, face still red
from blushing.
"Because you're cute," I explained to her, "and because
all that sugar on your nose look very appetizing."
"Hihihi, you really think I'm cute?" She asked.
"Sure do girl, I think you are the cutest girl I have
ever seen!"
"Thank you," she said quietly, as her face turned red
again, "no-one ever told me I'm cute, especially not an
older guy!"
"Hey I'm not old!" I said, pretending to be insulted.
"You're older than me!"
Well yeah, that was true, so good point for her there.
We sat down on a bench in the back of the garden,
overlooking the grass fields at the horizon. A moment of
silence followed, in which we both just enjoyed each
other's company, when she suddenly nodded at my crotch
and asked with a soft voice: "Is that because of me?"
She had seen the boner in my pants and her eyes were now
wide open, fixed on my crotch, mesmerized by the sight
of that thick rod inside my pants. I couldn't possibly
deny that it was because of her, so I boldly said: "It
sure is, girl!"
"Wow," She whispered, as if she'd seen something
magical, "I'd better do something about it then."
Okay, now she caught me by surprise. I didn't expect
that from her, as she knew full well by the look in my
eyes. "What did you have in mind?" I asked her.
She said nothing but took me by the hand. She lead me to
a rather secluded spot in the garden. A small sandstone
step led us to some sort of pit, about half a meter deep
and surrounded by thick high bushes. There was a stone
bench and a statue of a naked lady in the middle of a
small pond. There were sandstone tiles on the ground and
walls of the pit. It was the sort of place where you
could take someone if you wanted to be alone with that
person, even if the garden was crowded with people.
"This is a nice place," I said.
"It is, isn't it?" she replied. "I often sit her to
read. Nice and quiet, no-one can see you here."'
As we stood there, opposite each other, maybe 30cm
apart, we looked each other in the eyes. Both a bit
uncertain about where to go from here. She had led me
here, to this spot in the garden, but now that we were
here I could tell that she wasn't all that experienced
at all by how nervous she was. I tried to reassure her a
bit by caressing her left arm. Then I asked her: "So now
what?"
I thought about kissing her to break the ice a bit and
turn the mood romantic, but before I could do anything,
so dropped down on her knees and started to unbuckle my
belt.
'Okay,' I thought, 'that's my kind of girl... Why bother
with all the romantic foreplay bullshit when you can get
right down to business. And in your case, I mean
literally down.'
She opened up my pants and pulled it down to my knees.
There I was, a 21 year old guy and about to get a
blowjob from a 15 year old girl.
She took my dick, rock hard by now, out of my briefs
with her hands and started fondling it. Stroking it,
moving her soft girlie teenage hands up and down along
the shaft. Gently, slowly, stimulating my dick just
enough to keep me aroused, but not nearly enough to make
me come within 5 minutes. Some chicks did that, they
would give you a blowjob as if they had the next train
to catch. Was no fun in that. But this little girl knew
what she was doing. I wondered if she had practiced it
somewhere, with someone.
A little bit of pre-cum appeared on my dick. She noticed
it and moved her head closer to me. Carefully she kissed
the head of my dick and licked up the pre-cum. From
there on she kept licking my dick, the head, the shaft,
caressing my warm member with her soft tongue. Sometimes
she would take the head in her mouth, but never more
than that. She didn't do deep-throating. Ah well, the
way she was carrying on was magical enough. I moaned at
her touch. She didn't seem to notice, completely focused
on what she was doing, she almost appeared to be in a
trance.
I had no idea how much time went by, but suddenly I felt
my dick tense up and spasm. The girl responded to it by
taking my member in her mouth, deeper as she had done
before.
I groaned, and then I felt the first squirt shoot out of
my dick, into her mouth. It hit the entrance of her
throat. It was followed by several more squirts. I
filled up her mouth pretty good with my cum, but she
held her own. Not only did she not pull my dick out, she
even swallowed my cum, every last bit of it. Then she
even licked my dick clean and sucked the last drops of
semen out of it. I had not expected this of this girl.
"Wow!" I said. "You're good. Have you done that before
or something?"
She just looked up to me and smiled, as she cleaned her
lips with her tongue.
"Internet..." Was all she said. Of course, the internet,
that figures.
She seemed so sexy now, this girl who had swallowed my
cum. She got back on her feet. I helped her by holding
her hands. When she was back up again, I kissed her
forehead.
"Thanks," I told her, " that was wonderful. Now let me
do something for you in return. You've earned it."
"Okay..." said the girl as she blushed. She had no idea
that she had impressed this young man so much.
I took her by her waist and started kissing her on her
lips. From there I made my way down to her neck. I
dropped down on my knees and let my hands slide
underneath the girl's T-shirt. She shivered from the
touch, not out of fear, but from the sensation the touch
gave her.
I let my hands glide across her slender belly, caressing
her with my fingertips, and then I let my hands move
upwards, towards her breasts, taking the T-shirt with me
as they went up. She didn't wear a bra or bikini. The
girl just let it all happen, she had closed her eyes and
allowed me to take her away into some highly erotic
dream. Much helped by the exotic looking scenery and the
cool breeze that was blowing through the garden.
My hands were now sliding over her breasts, feeling
their round form, following their curves, gently
caressing the sensitive skin. With my fingers I fondled
her nipples, they were hard and swollen. My working her
bosom like that gave her goosebumps. The girl, still
with her eyes closed, smiled as she moaned from
pleasure.
I kept the fabric of her T-shirt away from her breasts
so I could see and admire them. They were perfect, with
small round nipples, only slightly darker as the
surrounding skin. I carefully kissed both of them. She
giggled, all this handling made her become wet between
her legs. Then I moved my hands further up her body. The
girl understood and put her arms up above her head. Then
I pulled her T-shirt off. Now she was dressed only in
her skimpy shorts and flip-flops. She made absolutely no
effort to cover her nudity for me.
"I want to make love to you..." I whispered to her. She
opened her eyes, for the first time since I started to
play with her, and looked back at me.
"Okay," she whispered in return, "As long as you take it
easy, I've never done that before..."
"That's cool..." I said. Wow, she still a virgin, and
she was willing to give it up for me? Cool! This
afternoon was getting better and better. I took hold of
the cord that held her shorts up and undid the knot.
They fell down easy once the knot was loose.
Surprisingly, once again, she wore nothing underneath.
She kicked off her flip-flops and I took off my T-shirt
and the rest of my cloths. We were both fully naked now.
I took one moment to look at her. She was so beautiful.
Her slender body, her long hair, her fine breasts and
now I could see her pussy for the first time. She had a
nice brown stripe of pubic hair that ran from her clit
to the top of her pubic mound. About 10cm long and 3cm
wide in total.
I could tell from this that she took well care of
herself. I made her make a full turn for me so I could
admire every bit of her. Obviously I had to look at her
finely shaped butt. The girl giggled from being the
center of all my attention, she could really feel that
this young man adored her, the look of her. It gave her
the feeling of butterflies in her belly.
I started to stroke her pussy. She moaned and felt a bit
uneasy for letting a man touch her there, but that was
only for a short moment. Within no time I let her fly
away to dreamland again, high on extacy, as I caressed
her labia and tickled her clit with my fingers. Her
entire body shivered from pleasure. This was even better
then what I had done with her breasts, she reckoned.
I made her lie down on her back. Then I slowly moved my
head closer to her crotch and kissed her belly, and from
there her pubic mound, and then her entire vulva.
Tickling her with my tongue as I went. I looked at her
face for a bit and saw a big smile. She was enjoying
every second of this. I placed myself above her, resting
my weight on my hands and knees.
"Spread your legs," I told her. She complied willingly,
and I lowered my body down on hers. She sighed, this was
it, he was going to take her. With the help of my right
hand I aimed my dick, rock hard again after her
magnificent blowjob, at the entrance of her vagina.
Slowly I pushed it in, until I hit the hymen of this
cute girl.
"Aaahhh!" she cried softly from the invasion of her most
private parts.
"You alright?" I asked her, just to make sure.
"Yes, go on, don't stop now, please."
And so I gathered my energy and with one hard push I
broke through her hymen and filled her all the way till
her cervix.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiii...!!" She cried out, and I looked up,
worried that someone might have heard us. But no-one
could have, our fathers were inside, and there was no-
one else. I looked at her and saw a tear going down her
cheek. Not sure if it was from pain or pleasure, or
simply from the emotion of having lost her virginity.
Slowly I pulled out of her again, until I was almost
out, then I thrust back in again, with all my force. I
repeated this half a dozen times or so until she had
enough of it.
"Get off me," she said, clearly irritated.
"What's the matter?" I asked surprised. Didn't she like
it?
"I want to be on top, you're too heavy for me," she
complained.
"Okay." I could understand that. With my 186cm, and
being an ex-soldier who spent several hours a week in
the gym, I wasn't exactly the smallest person, and she
wasn't that big or muscular at all. So I pulled out of
her and went to lie on my back.
Now it was her turn to sit on top of me, on my crotch,
her legs on either side of my body. She took my dick in
her hand and guided it back in her vagina. Then she
placed her hands on my chest and started doing her
thing. Slowly she rocked up and down on me, stroking my
dick as she went. Meanwhile I played a bit with her
breasts and let my hands slide across her belly again.
Every now and then dropping my hands down to caress her
clitoris. I noticed her movements were getting more
intense. She was working us to a climax.
"Make me cum, please..." She pleaded. I pushed my upper
body up until we were face to face. I took hold of her
body and lifted her off the ground as I stood up. She
didn't weigh much. I walked towards the stone bench and
laid her on top of it, belly up, while all this time
still remaining inside her.
Now I had her in a good position. As I stood on my knees
in front of her, my dick still deep in her vagina, but
my weight no longer on top of her, I started thrusting
real hard. Every time I pounded myself in her she
moaned. Until suddenly her body tensed and then moments
later relaxed. She let out a deep sigh. I felt a flow of
wetness sliding down my dick. She had her moment of
ultimate extacy, she had cum. Now it was my turn. I
started thrusting again, harder and harder, until she
felt my dick tense inside her. She knew what was coming
next. I grunted and shot my cum in her vagina, against
her cervix, and into her womb. I kept on thrusting until
the last bit of my semen had filled her and mixed with
her cum. She helped me by tensing her pelvic muscles
against my dick, massaging my member that way. Then I
got out of her and laid down on the ground. She came
lying next to me, wrapping her left arm around me.
After we had laid there for a while, she kissed me and
said, "That was wonderful, thank you."
"Girl," I said, "it is me who should be thanking you for
making this an unforgettable afternoon. You were truly
awesome."
"I think we better get dressed now, before our fathers
come looking for us here," she said, again blushing a
bit.
"Yeah." I said. We quickly used the clear water from the
pond to clean ourselves up and then we put our cloths
back on. We kissed one more time as a farewell, then we
left the secret place in the garden.
Together we walked to the house, where my dad was just
about ready to put on his coat. They asked us where we
had been all this time, it had been 3 hours, and the
girl said that we had been talking and playing games in
the garden. The dazed look in her eyes told her what had
really happened. As we walked towards our car, I gave
her one last look.
"Thanks again," I said, "Next time I'll bring you a
cupcake. Bye now."
"No thank you," she said in return, with a big smile on
her face, "Bye..."
Then we drove off. And that was the last I saw of her,
but I still think about her every now and then, and the
wonderful afternoon I had with this girl. I never did
get her name though, the little girl with the cupcake.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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