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Yasmine Wins
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

An underage girl and a young boy find lust and 
happiness together. (mf-teens, youths)

***

Yasmine looked at the full-length mirror and made a 
face. Nothing special, she thought, I don't get it. 
Everybody was saying how beautiful she was, how she 
had matured and stuff, lost her baby fat, grown so 
tall and pretty. So she wasn't soft, had a waistline 
and her jugs were certainly bigger and she had hips, 
sort of anyhow, and her butt was round and hard, but 
there she was, nearly six feet tall now, 135 gawky 
pounds and, if hadn't been for a mistake two years 
ago, a virgin.

She smiled at the mirror and thought about how her 
Uncle Dave looked when he discovered he was in the 
wrong bed. She lifted her chin and petted her soft 
belly bulge and right down to her freshly shaved 
labia, parting her unsullied sex lips, well, almost, 
thumbing at her clitoral hood. She spread her legs and 
tilted up her pelvis, both hands stroking, eyes 
closed, enjoying fully, getting wet, seeking that 
special spot inside with her little fingertip as her 
clit popped out and throbbed.

They had been at the beach, Yasmine recalled, as she 
slipped her fingertip upward and hooked it inward, her 
thumb caressing her tiny clit button while she 
squeezed her dough-soft breast, and she was asleep, or 
almost asleep, when her uncle crawled into bed with 
her, naked and horny, poking her legs with his hard 
prick. She had started to say something when he kissed 
her. She was almost sure of that.

Yasmine pinched her nipple firmly and closed her eyes. 
He wasn't the first guy to kiss her, but her sure was 
the first naked guy with his cock sticking out like a 
baseball bat.

Smelling of beer and tasting of tobacco, Uncle Dave 
rolled her to her back, settled between her long legs 
and licked her right tit as his thumbs spread her 
open.

And then he was in her before she could even squeal, 
the head of his ram feeling as big and hard as a golf 
ball and tearing her open. 

She was sure she had made some sort of noise as he 
plowed through her little interior membrane and rammed 
a half-foot of man meat into her. She tried to 
remember and smiled when she could not, shivering with 
the pleasure she was giving herself with her fingers.

Yasmine had been eleven when her favorite uncle, 
thinking he was getting into his sister's bed, raped 
his niece. He must have known she was a virgin after 
the fact, after the first ram, must have felt the 
blood on his shaft, but if he did it did not seem to 
bother him. After the first painful humping, which was 
rather brief and ended with three or four very deep 
ejaculations, Uncle Dave rolled his niece over and 
enjoyed her two more times from behind before he fell 
asleep beside her, thoroughly fucked out, holding her 
to him spoon fashion.

The pre-teen beauty just lay there, shocked, hurt and 
excited, the snoring man's cockhead still touching her 
buttocks, his calloused hand on her breast. She had 
never imagined, never even dreamed of being used that 
way. She had read the stories and looked at the web 
sites, seen men with huge members bouncing on willing 
girls in various positions, but her developing body 
was certainly not ready. So she lay there, eyes open 
and replayed the three fuckings in her mind, hearing 
her uncle grunt, feeling the plunging head of his 
phallus inside her, her flesh parting, quivering, 
rippling.

Eventually she slept, but early in the morning when 
the sky was barely pink, he woke her, kissing her ear 
and touching her nipple.

"Oh Yasmine," he had sobbed, "I'm so sorry," he 
mouthed her shoulder and then her breast, neck and 
then her mouth as he pulled her to him, tonguing her 
deeply, "I didn't mean to do it, honest." Some hard 
kisses and his hand between her legs, probing, "I hope 
I didn't hurt you." He petted her pussy gently and 
then licked it a couple of times. 

And then he was on top of her and then he was into her 
again, way up into her with his morning erection, and 
he was pumping and pumping and pumping. The bed 
squeaks is what had brought her mother into the room.

But now Yasmine was thirteen and just thinking about 
Uncle Dave and what he did to her and with her and in 
her, made her wet and warm. She remembered wrapping 
her long legs around him that morning. Her hands came 
to her high, full breasts; squeezed and caressed, 
tweaking out her bulging nipples, what her mother had 
called her puffies.

She knew how men and boys looked at her now and she 
was aware that they liked to bump into her in the 
community pool and grab at her swimsuit and that her 
mother had made her get two new bikinis because she 
had outgrown the ones that fit when she was twelve. 
They were, the woman at Vickie's said with a grin, now 
thirty-four Cees.
 
Yasmine knew they were handfuls and that if she licked 
and sucked gently at her big nipple she could excite 
herself to gasping pleasure.

Her mother had shaved her groin this spring and again 
last week for the new swimsuits, petting her bulging 
pudenda and praising her tight- lipped vulva, urging 
her to stay clean, to wait, to not let boys use her.

But her mother had lovers, lots of lovers. She even 
took the boy that cut the grass to her bed. Yasmine 
had listened to their vigorous lovemaking and fingered 
herself to a small, shivering orgasm when her mother 
cried out in joy and lust. Her mother was the personal 
assistant and mistress of a very rich businessman in 
the city who sometimes brought visitors to their small 
home, men who looked at her with hunger, but who ended 
up in her mother's bed along with her boss. The girl 
wondered how her mother did two men at the same time.

I'll get him, she decided suddenly, laughing, the 
grass cutter, turning sideways to admire her butt and 
going up on her toes, imagining what it was going to 
feel like. I can hear the mower and Mom's not home. He 
must be could or she wouldn't use his body.

She pulled on her ratty jeans shorts, the tiny, 
raggedy ones that fit tight last year, and pulled them 
up until they hurt and nearly disappeared in her crack 
and then yanked one of her brother's college t-shirts 
over her curly head, her mind made up. She found her 
scissors and cut off the bottom half of the shirt so 
that it bared her smooth middle and barely covered her 
full breasts' lower sides. She liked the way her big 
jugs bounced when she hurried down the stairs and felt 
her nipples hardening, displaying themselves under the 
thin cloth, poking upward and outward.

Billy saw her come out and sit on the back steps, long 
legs wide spread, pointed jugs stretching the cloth 
between them, inviting. He tried to ignore her as he 
finished the back yard, but she was very hard to 
ignore, six feet of wet dream with about an inch of 
denim between her plump thighs. Then he trotted past 
her, went into the kitchen and got himself a drink of 
water. The tall girl came and stood just behind him. 
When he turned, there she was, breasts nearly touching 
his chest, lips parted, smiling. She licked her lips 
and wriggled.

"Hi, Billy, do me a favor?"

"Sure, kid," he said, aware that the luscious 
youngster was taller that he was and had as hot a body 
as he had ever seen.

She put her arms about his neck and pulled him to her, 
kissing him open mouthed, just the way she had seen 
girls doing on the porn videos. His tongue slipped 
into her mouth and he grasped her butt and crushed her 
to him. She could feel his boy thing. It was already 
big and hard. She wondered if it stayed that way.

The panting girl wiggled down her old shorts and 
kicked them away as Billy pulled her chopped-off t-
shirt over her head and watched her big mounds bounce.

He turned her about and she spread her feet and 
stripped away her thong as she put her hands down on 
the kitchen table, scared, breathing fast, heart 
racing, vulva quivering and moistening.

He laid his monster cock in her ass crack, grasped 
both her breasts in his hard hands and whispered as he 
squeezed, "How old are you, sweetie?"

Yasmine couldn't speak she was so excited, feeling the 
huge cockhead rub her spine. She nodded and gasped 
out, "Do it, do it."

Billy's blunt glans found a very tight-lipped 
entrance, and he wished he had gotten her to lick his 
prong. He spit in his hand, greased his massive woman 
pleaser and screwed in its eager head, rising on his 
toes and lifting her. Her folds yielded. The hard-
ridged head popped in; he had her, another one to add 
to his list of virgins. He felt the labia close behind 
his ram and flexed it.

"I didn't hear you, how old?" he asked, an inch in and 
jerking about.

"Yah, yah," gasped the girl as he nudged super 
sensitive places she did not know existed. "Ahh, oh 
godgodgod!" she sobbed and her forehead went right 
down to the table as Billy pushed in a couple of thick 
inches, turning her labia inward and parting her 
flesh.

"Oh good, so good," the girl sobbed, shivering with 
pleasure and need. "More, more."

"How old, come on, tell me," he demanded as he backed 
an inch and then gave her half his length.

"Thirteen," she sobbed. "I'm thirteen. Oh. That's so 
good, deeper, deeper."

Billy yanked it out quickly, turned her around and put 
her down on her knees. He laid his thick, blood hot 
member between her lovely breasts, smiled down at her 
and said, "Push `em together, honey."

"No, no," she sobbed, doing as he asked, "I need it. 
I'm thirteen, that's old enough."

It was as good and exciting a tit fuck as Billy had 
ever enjoyed and when he felt his balls contracting 
and his juices flowing, he said, "Open your mouth, 
honey," and gave her several thick ropes of his hot 
semen. Her tongue emerged to lick of the last drop and 
then she managed to get to her feet as he returned to 
his job, putting his well-satisfied prick away.

The girl drank some water, pulled on her chop-top 
shirt and then went back to sit on the porch steps, 
her pussy dripping. She realized that he had come to 
her house on a bike, not in a car, and smiled, 
excited. She would get him yet, get him back in her. 
She shivered.

When Billy finished, he put the mower away and came 
and sat beside her.

"It's not fair," she sobbed, sniffing.

He patted her muscular thigh. "You're right. But it's 
the law."

"How old are you?" she asked with a sigh.

"Fifteen," he said, "just last week."

"See, see," she said. "Same as me, you're not legal 
either."

He nodded, tempted and willing to take a chance for 
this ripe beauty. "Let's go upstairs," he suggested, 
licking his lips and smiling as he felt his cock 
tremble.

She nodded quickly. "Good idea. Momma won't be home 
until late."

They showered together and two hours later showered 
again, both of them thoroughly satisfied. She became 
one of Billy's favorite girlfriends.

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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