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Underage
by Realoldbill (address withheld)

***

This proves that you must be careful when you do a 
favor. (mf-teens, 1st)

***

It was raining hard when I finished in the newspaper 
office and two girls stood just inside the side 
entrance, watching it pour. I didn't know either of 
them, but they looked like freshmen, young and cute. 

"I'll get my car and give you a ride," I said, 
handing one my old book bag. I ran, trying to avoid 
puddles; glad I never locked my car and hoping the 
roof wasn't leaking. 

The Fiero started right up, coughed a couple of times 
as I backed out, swung around, drew up to the 
entrance and popped open the door.

They ran, squealing, and scrambled in atop each 
other, pretty wet and gasping, hair in strings, 
tossing my bag in the back, boobs bobbling, legs all 
over the place, back packs in laps.

"Hi," I said after admiring various girl parts, 
"where do you live?"

One lived on Marshall Drive a mile or so away and the 
other in Glenville, a tony suburb north of school. We 
dropped the first girl off and the other one clipped 
on a seat belt, put her bag on the floor and said, 
"I'm Sonya, Sonya Simmons." She sounded confident and 
at ease.

"Hi," I said, glancing at her as I got it in gear and 
liking what I saw. "Thought people out your way went 
to Western High." She was a fine looking youngster 
with a really impressive set of milkers, her shirt 
pasted to them by the rain, nipples jutting, high and 
firm, ready for sucking.

She wiggled, stretching out her long legs. "I got in 
some trouble in 8th grade, so they transferred me. It 
really wasn't that gang stuff or anything." She 
sniffed. There had been a scandal about a bunch of 
kids giving Hispanics a hard time.

"Don't let me miss the turn," I said, smiling at her. 

"What kind of trouble?"

She sniffed again and exhaled, looking away. "Blow 
jobs."

"Oh," I said. I remembered reading about that, a 
weekend scandal. "Wasn't there a teacher involved?"

"Yeah, a real pervert," She looked away again.

"Ah well, live and learn I guess."

"Wasn't funny," she said. "My father really blew up, 
beat me with his belt. First time he's ever done 
that.  But then I did get caught under a cafeteria 
table, on my knees."

"Damn shame. Embarrassing, huh. But your name didn't 
get in the paper, did it?"

She shook her head. "But everybody knew, and the 
teacher got fired. Nobody would talk to me."

I went through the gears and she turned on the radio 
and found some noise she liked. "Hope you don't 
mind," she said, settling back, arms folded under her 
rack.  She was wearing a very short denim skirt and 
she had about a yard of leg.

I smiled at her and she grinned back.

When we got to her house in a very upscale 
neighborhood, she said, "Come on in. You can dry your 
hair, and I'll buy you a Coke."

By then it was just drizzling, so I pulled up in the 
driveway and trotted to the back door behind her, 
admiring her long legs and her tiny skirt, a micro 
mini if there ever was one, a skirt that gave our 
dress code a real problem.

She dropped her bag on the kitchen table, pulled her 
wet shirt over the head and hurried away, saying, 
"Get yourself a drink." She had not been wearing a 
bra. My cock flinched.

I found the paper towels, dried my hair some and took 
two cans from the refrigerator. Sonya was soon back 
in a very small crop-top and tight, low-hanging 
shorts that displayed her mound wonderfully, the 
zipper right down her slit, real ass molders that 
might have fit her last year.

"Let's go downstairs," she said. "Nobody's home, in 
case you wondered."

At the bottom of the steps she turned and came into 
my arms, lips parted and soft belly on mine, leg 
lifted, knee in my groin, so I kissed her and she 
kissed me and then we kissed some more, both of us 
still holding a cold Coke can in one hand and each 
other with the other hands, grinding our groins 
together. She tasted good and her tongue was very 
active. Her nipples were hard as stones and her butt 
muscular.

She took my hand and led me to a black, leather 
couch, and we sat and hugged and kissed some more, my 
hand kneading her firm boob. When her mouth was free 
and with my other hand in the small of her back, 
holding her to me, she said, "Daddy won't let me hook 
up with anybody, no boyfriends, no parties, no 
nothing." I crushed her breast and she moaned and 
closed her eyes briefly.

"Really grounded, eh?" I said, pulling her back to me 
and exploring her mouth with my tongue while I slid a 
hand up under her shirt, finding girl-skin and a 
handful of boob.

"Um," she moaned when our mouths parted. "So I 
haven't done it for more than two months." She began 
working on my belt buckle. "And I really need it, 
need to climax with somebody, need a cock."

"How old are you, Sonya?" I asked as we wriggled her 
out of her tiny shirt, and I grasped her firm breasts 
and squeezed, watching her nipples bulge.

"Old enough," she sighed, as I savored her nipples. 
"Old enough.'

"You're a freshman?"

She nodded and she pulled down my zipper as I bent to 
suck her tiny nipple. It was really small and pink 
and it got hard fast, in fact the whole area seemed 
to swell.

"Are you sixteen?" I asked, fearing the answer as I 
switched my attention to her other tit.

"Not yet," she sighed as she pulled out my swelling 
cock and dropped to her knees between my legs.

"Sonya," I said firmly, pulling her up on my lap and 
trying to ignore the fact that my prick was sticking 
straight up between us, quivering and oozing, huge 
and hard, "we can't have sex. You're too young. I'm 
really sorry." I patted her thigh where her shorts 
were hanging. She was wearing panties, very tiny 
panties, lacy thongs.

She kissed me hard. "Yes we can; yes we can," she 
sobbed. "I'm really sixteen, honest I am, honest," 
she kissed me again, and grabbed my cock. "Please, 
please.  It's so big, so hot." She stroked it 
corkscrew fashion.

I shook my head as she wiggled free, got back on the 
floor and swallowed the head of my surging ram. She 
was a real expert with her tongue, an obviously 
experienced cocksucker. My good intentions melted as 
my little head took control. I buried my fingers in 
her wet hair and let her enjoy herself as she bobbed 
and sucked.

As I felt my balls tense, I said, "You want it in 
your mouth?"

She looked at me, smiled around my thick shaft, and 
nodded. I surged, ejaculated and she swallowed, 
really gulping, tonguing my balls now and then. 
Somehow she had wiggled all the way out of her shorts 
and underpants while she demonstrated her skills at 
cunnilingus so when I pulled her up on the couch and 
spread her long legs, she was bare as could be. I ate 
her with gusto and she gasped and squealed when she 
came as I flicked her erect clit with the tip of my 
tongue and her puffy labia tried to swallow my mouth.

Then I climbed up and mounted her, slipping my big 
ram into her tiny but parted lips, well-greased with 
my spit and her juices.

I rose to push-up position, arms fully extended and 
inch after thick and blood-hot inch penetrated her 
tight and rippling pussy. I smiled down at her, dug 
in my toes and shoved harder, maybe halfway in, pure 
pleasure in a tight youngster.

Her eyes popped open and she shook her head from side 
to side. "No, don't," she gasped, "don't, don't, I've 
never..."

But it was too late, I had already torn her open and 
was at least a half-foot deep in her as she arched 
and tried to push me away. She started crying so I 
stopped thrusting and slipped down beside her instead 
of atop her, grasping her butt, turning her to me. 
She was whimpering, with my glans still held within 
her wriggling lips, both of us breathing hard.

"I know it's my fault," she moaned. "I should have 
told you, but I've never done it, never gone this 
far, never had a boy in me. Just done oral, sixty-
nine sometimes." She sniffed and gulped. "I was a 
virgin." She buried her face on my chest and my 
pitiless cock flexed within her as she wept. She had 
used the right tense.

I pushed the hair out of her face, kissed her nose 
and asked, "Should we stop?"

She nodded, wordlessly, looking at me, begging for 
mercy or something I guess, tears in her eyes. I 
backed out and sat up and she was immediately there 
beside me with her hand on my blood-streaked ram, its 
head and shaft slick with our juices.

"Oh Billy," she sobbed, stroking downward, "it's so 
big, so hard, so hot and beautiful." She leaned down 
and kissed it, licking the drops of pre-cum from my 
slit.

"I'm sorry," I said, slipping my finger into her 
vagina and feeling her clamp on it.

"Not your fault," she sighed. "Not your fault." She 
was still stroking. "You sacred me. I think that's 
what it was, just fright."

I grasped her breast, pulled her too me and kissed 
her gently. She swung about and sat on my thighs, 
smiling at me as she rose up on her knees, closed her 
eyes and wiggled forward to take my upright cockhead 
into her puffy-lipped pussy, my face between her 
luscious globes. She grimaced and sank down on it, 
mashing her boobs to my chest and then lowering 
herself slowly, screwing it in, lips a thin line 
until I was in her to the balls, to the very hilt. 
Happily buried, my scrotum hard and tight to her.

"There," she said, with a small smile, "I did it."

"How's it feel?" I asked with a smile.

"Awful, terrible, wonderful, exciting, like I've got 
a tree growing in me, a telephone pole or something."

I held her at the hips, clamped my mouth to her left 
tit after she arched her back, and started thrusting, 
slow and deep, holding each one until it jumped or 
flexed and listening to her groan and gasp. By the 
time I switched to the other breast she was into 
ragged breathing and getting close, her whole body 
trembling in my grasp, her vagina convulsing on my 
horn. I knew an orgasm was coming, and coming fast. 
She screamed when she came, screamed three times as 
she jumped and went rigid, kicking her feet and 
beating on me.

I spread my legs and eased her head and shoulders 
down to the floor, stood, held her thighs to my hips 
and fucked her straight down, ramming into her like a 
pile driver and pulled her up so only her hair and 
fingers were on the floor. She screamed again and 
shook, jumping as if electrocuted, and I let her all 
the way down and pulled my dripping spear from her 
young body, found my handkerchief and ejaculated into 
it while she rolled into a ball, moaning and sobbing.

She climbed back onto the sofa and I put her on her 
hands and knees and took her from behind, easing my 
big cock into her ripe young body, well-greased now 
but still hot and throbbing. She was gasping and 
moaning, trying to say something that came out all 
garbled as I grasped her shoulders, held her to me 
and hammered it into her until she squealed with 
pleasure, convulsing and climaxing on my spear. That 
was number three or number four. I rolled her over, 
got her legs up on my chest and thrust it back into 
her, all the way into her.

Then I hooked my arms under her legs, pushed her 
knees back as far as I could and fucked her brutally, 
battering her young body until I felt my sperm 
boiling again. I pulled free, let her legs down, 
crawled up her body, put my glans as her lips and 
pumped out several yards of semen. She opened her 
mouth and I filled it.

Then I sat back, popped my Coke and drank half of it 
down, listening to her mewl. When she recovered, she 
crawled to me, put her head in my lap and sucked my 
balls and then rolled over and smiled up at me. "That 
was good, wasn't it?" I cupped a firm breast.

"Yes," I said, "It was. Sorry if I got a little 
rough. Sometimes I sort of lose control."

"It's all right, but," she sniffed. "But I need to 
come again. Can you lick it, eat it; you know what I 
mean."

"Sure," I said, "bring that pussy up here."

She smiled and licked her lips, stood on the couch 
and then got her legs behind my shoulders and brought 
her ravaged pudenda right to my mouth. I held her 
ass, kneaded her buttocks, explored her anus and 
licked and sucked her slit until she moaned and 
sobbed. Then I nibbled her clit and she exploded, 
beating on the paneled wall with her fists as orgasm 
after orgasm swept through her. By then I was hard 
again, so I pulled her down on my lap, with her knees 
at my hips and impaled her, almost straight up into 
her.

We sat like that for some time, both of us breathing 
hard, gathering ourselves, and then she started 
moving, moving up and down and in and out, her 
luscious breasts rising where my mouth could nip her 
tits; my shaft sliding easily and deeply in and out 
of her. "I can't do it," she gasped after a few 
minutes, "I'm sorry. I know you need it."

"No," I said, kissing her and humping hard and fast, 
"I've had enough, enough for now. And besides, I 
don't have sex with girls under sixteen. I never do."

"I understand," she said, climbing off and grasping 
my slick shaft. "I wish I was older." She bent to 
mouth it.

"Me too." I leaned back and closed my eyes.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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