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The Pink Bow
By Ink (inkpost@aol.com)
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A man who should know better is seduced by a child that
shouldn't know how. (Mg, ped, 1st)
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Author's Note: If you loved it, hated it, thought it was
boring, or masturbated to a mind blowing orgasm from
it... just let me know. Input it so very important.
Thanks.
Don't try this at home. In "real life" having sex with
minors is illegal and dreadfully out of fashion. Feel
free to repost this, spread it all over the web, print
it out and wallpaper your outhouse with it, just be sure
to leave my name email address on it. Oh and if you are
under 18 erase this now or the psychic internet police
will hunt you down and rip out your modem. - Ink
***
A "society" Christmas party. My parents had left early
and that meant I had to mingle with the elite on my own.
I sat in a big leather chair and waited for this
horribly boring night to end.
My attention moved from one group of chatting doctors to
a small cliché of lawyers, but finally settled on the
hosts' young daughter, who looked just as bored as I
did.
She was laying on the floor in front of the fireplace
near her father's feet and she was half listening to her
parents rattle on about politics.
Our eyes met briefly and she gave a smile. I returned a
smile and then returned my attention to something else,
but soon my mind pulled my eyes back to the cute young
girl.
I remember hearing from my parents that her name was
Sarah and she was going to one of the best private
schools in Manhattan. She was also taking ballet lessons
and was supposedly a really excellent dancer.
Though I tried not to, I couldn't help staring at the
girl. She certainly had the figure of a dancer, yet her
hips had a nice curve and from the looks of her chest, I
tell she would soon fill out a leotard very well.
She had long platinum colored hair that seemed finer and
more delicate then anything I had ever seen, and deep
green eyes that sparkled with curiosity and
intelligence. I was intrigued and aroused by her
immediately.
Throughout her parents' conversation she turned and
twisted and fidgeted around on the floor, as children
will, yet there was something so erotic about her
movements. Maybe it was my own perverse imagination
peppering her motions with sexuality, but it seemed that
she was conscious of my attention and posing her body to
arouse me.
Sarah turned and laid on her back for a moment and
stretched. As she did her shirt raised up and I could
see the top of her panties. They were pink cotton and
had a tiny pink bow on the front of them.
I was hypnotized by this bow and I fantasized about
biting it off her panties and then pulling her panties
off with my teeth.
As if she felt my craving for her she pulled her shirt
back down covering the little bow, then she rolled over
on her belly.
As she rested her chin on her fists, with her elbows on
the plush rug, I saw the front of her loose pajama top
flutter forward and give me a view of her pert breasts.
They were the same lusciously creamy shade as the rest
of her body and looked just about perfect.
I wondered suddenly if her parents were watching me ogle
their daughter, but they were to engrossed in their
conversation to notice anything. Sarah on the other hand
looked completely bored, and soon her gaze met mine and
the realization of my staring flashed across her face.
She looked down at her cleavage and gasped. She quickly
rose one hand to cover herself, but this put her off
balance and the half of her body she was supporting on
her elbows hit the floor with a boom.
Her mother looked over to her with a laugh and asked if
she was alright.
"I am ok," she said with embarrassment. "I just fell
asleep."
Her mother suddenly realized how she was neglecting her
daughter and then looked around the room for something
to occupy her. Her gaze slid across a room full of
doctors and lawyers and then landed on me. I suppose I
was the closest in age to Sarah, I was 26 and she was
16.
After her mother proposed Sarah show me her room and
maybe play some video games with her, Sarah grabbed my
hand and forcibly pulled me away from the drab holiday
party. On the way Sarah's mother gave me a smile and a
wink.
"Thank you so much Jack, just keep her occupied for a
bit. I know these parties can be boring."
As I numbly walked down a long hall, being pulled by
this little Lolita I wondered if God was giving me a
message. Or maybe this was some Christmas present from a
more nefarious power.
All these thoughts and many more were erased when the
door slammed shut and I was incased in a huge pink room.
Sarah ran past me and did a half cartwheel landing on
her bed. She had the awkward grace of a new born
gelding. When she flipped onto her bed her shirt flew up
totally exposing her young breasts to me again. I just
stood there, inches away from the closed door. I had a
confused look on my face and a raging erection.
Sarah laughed her abrupt and high pitched giggle and
quickly covered her mouth. She had a devious and curious
smile and her face was bright red. Her blush brought out
freckles on her cheeks and made her green eyes glow.
She tried to hold in a laugh and said "I guess you saw
that... I mean them... again." Then she let herself fall
backward into the pile of stuffed animals on her bed and
got lost in a fit of nervous teenage giggling.
I shook my head wondering if coming into this room alone
with this silly little girl was the best idea. I should
be out there drinking brandy with the men and discussing
where I am going to join a private practice or start my
own.
I looked around the pink on pink room and saw a small
desk with an even smaller chair. I moved the large bunny
off of the chair and sat down uncomfortably. I looked
around the room and shuttered.
'What was I thinking?' I wondered. 'Look at this room,
stuffed animals and diaries. This is just a little kid!'
Then she looked up from her bed. And the look she gave
me was still curious and still devious, but it
definitely wasn't childlike.
When she spoke this time she spoke a little more slowly
and with a bit of a seductive edge.
"So my mother sent you in here to entertain me."
She rolled around on her bed, letting her shirt rise up
a bit and show me her firm stomach. Her pink skin
against the pink sheets with her pink pajamas was too
much. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head.
She summoned up another dose of her teenage exuberance
and jumped of her bed and over to me. She sat on my lap
and kissed me on the cheek. Then she ran back to her bed
and hid in her nest of pillows and stuffed animals.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked from inside her
fort of bunnies and bears.
"Well... not currently."
She smiled at this.
"What kind of girls do you go out with?"
"All kinds. Sometimes people I meet at work or people my
friends think I would like."
She eyed me measuring my answers, then continued her
questioning.
"Do you like younger or older girls."
"Mostly younger actually." I answered truthfully.
She buried her face in a pillow and laughed at hat
answer.
"What do you do you usually do when you get a girl
alone? Do you just jump on her and have your way with
her?"
This question amused and intrigued me. I looked into her
eyes and she was both playful and somehow hopeful. I was
more aroused then I could ever remember being.
"No, I do.. I do regular things with women I date. Watch
movies on TV and listen to music."
She seemed unconvinced by this answer.
"When do you make you move on them?"
I wrinkled my eyebrow at this. I knew exactly what she
meant, but I wanted to her here ask for more details.
"What do you mean?"
She giggled and blushed a little more.
"When do you try and get in their pants?"
I nodded and said "Ohh... how do you know they aren't
trying to get into my pants?"
She exploded into laughter at that and rolled over on
her bed until she was on her back with her head dangling
over the side staring straight at me.
"Is what's in your pants so impressive?"
I blushed at that one.
She smiled.
"Why am I answering all your questions? Can't I ask
some?"
She pouted at this and shook her head.
"Nope. This is my room and I get to ask the questions."
I smiled at her attitude but I was also hypnotized my
her spoiled rich girl charm. She licked her lips and
smiled seductively at me.
"Maybe I want to see what's in your pant, that is why I
dragged you in here."
I laughed at loud at that one, but inside I imagined
whipping out my cock and shocking this little flirt.
"Well it would be only fair since you have shown me what
is under your shirt."
She let out a mock scream at this and dove once more
into her pile of pillows.
When she finally came back up her face was totally red
and her eyes glowed.
"You really wanna get naked?" she said with a wild
smile.
My smile waded when I heard this, playing was one thing,
but this girl was getting very serious very quickly.
Part of me knew I should stop this before someone walks
in, and the rest of me desperately wanted to see or even
touch this young tight vixen.
"Alright." I said, unsure of where the word came from.
Her eyes when wide "What?"
"Let's get naked. Take off your shirt little girl."
She pouted when I said that.
"Little girl!"
I stood up and walked over to her. She backed up and
accidentally fell off the bed.
"Pretty graceful for a ballerina." I said teasingly.
She bounced back up with renewed energy and sat cross-
legged on the bed.
"Nope, my room, my rules, remember? You get naked
first."
I shook my head and smiled "Well, I have already seen
your... um..." my stuttering was interrupted by a pillow
smack to the head and a wave of giggling.
She chewed her bottom lip for a moment in thought and
then said "Listen, lets both get under the covers and
get undressed."
In some bizarre teenage way that answer made sense, so
we both slithered under the thick pink blankets and
writhed out of our clothes.
I had a lot more writhing to do then she did, after all
she was just wearing pajamas, I was wearing dress pants,
boxers, a shirt, a tie, an undershirt, socks and shoes.
She waited patiently with the covers pulled up to her
chin while I tossed random garments out from under the
overstuffed comforter.
Finally I was nude and for the first time realized
exactly how far we were taking this little flirtation. I
was naked, in bed, with the frisky sixteen year old
daughter of one of my parents good friends and one of
the most powerful doctors in New York.
I got very nervous and thought I might have to think of
a way to end this. That is until her nude leg brushed
against mine.
She wasn't looking at me. She was biting her bottom lip.
I felt her move over to me slowly and let her arms slip
around me. She hugged me and put her head on my chest. I
felt her unbelievably tender breasts press against my
skin and my body tightened. I looked at her face and say
that the playfulness was gone and a hunger had replaced
it.
She kissed my neck softly. Tiny unsure kisses.
I touched her chin and lifted her lips to mine. Our
mouths were hot and her tongue was like honey. I teased
her lips and our kisses became unbearably intoxicating.
I could stop kissing her and she was as drunk as I was
with passion.
We were under the warm blankets, our hot feverish skin
burning against each other's. Her breasts soft against
my chest, the soft fine hairs of her sex feathery
against my achingly hard cock. I breathed against her
ear and let my lips brush over her cheek. I rubbed my
body against her and greedily touched her all over.
I was holding back all sexual acts and hovering in this
long deep petting. I was making her mad with kisses and
caresses, but I never quite touched her sex, and only
brushed her nipples lightly.
Watching and listening to her I knew it was working. She
was breathing in short little gasps, her whole body
seemed to be blushing and burning hot. Her eyes were
neither closed nor open, but in a dreamy spell. Her
hands started to more forcibly pull me to her. A
overpowering itch was taking over her body, but she was
too young and innocent to know exactly how to sate it.
As her hands moved over me she brushed her fingers
against my sex and her eyes flashed open. She looking up
with a strange mix of excitement and fear as her hand
wrapped tightly around my hard cock. Her grip was almost
uncomfortably tight but I didn't want to say anything
that might make her think she was doing something wrong.
Her hand moved over it roughly and then she gripped the
shaft tightly once more. I could see her eyes unfocused
as she explored the most intimate part of my body.
"It's so hot... burning." she said, though not
specifically to me.
After gripping and feeling she pushed herself forward
moved my cock between her thighs. I gasped as her young
skin slid across my most sensitive parts and I felt the
warm damp hairs of her sex. She placed my penis parallel
with the lips of her sex. I felt her puffy wet lips slip
across my cock and it took every ounce of will I had not
to roll over on top of her and fuck her like a rutting
animal.
She moved slowly, her hand still on the base of my
shaft. She moved my dick around her sliding it across
her sex in different ways until she rubbed the head
against her clit. When that happened her body convulsed
and her eyes closed.
Her eyes were wide and wild when she looked at me again
and then she pushed the blankets aside for the first
time and looked down at my body.
I looked down as well and for the first time saw her
exquisite body.
She then pushed me until I was totally on my back and
positioned herself on top of me. At first I thought she
would just slip me right into her tight virgin sex, but
instead she steadied herself with one hand on my chest
and held my cock against her clit.
She rubbed the head slowly back and forth across the
tiny hard seed, shuttering each time the two touched. I
was in awe of the sigh of this sixteen year old girl who
was totally taken over by lust, using me as a
masturbatory device. I looked down and could see my
precum glimmering at the tip of my head and then being
massaged into her bright pink sex.
Her head was bent forward, her hair hung over her face.
Strands of her silky hair stuck to her now lightly wet
forehead. Her whole body had a light sheen of
perspiration. She groaned dragged the length of my shaft
across her enflamed nerves. Then she stopped and looked
down at me with wild eyes.
Her mouth opened but her throat was to dry for her to
speak.
I placed my hands on her hips gently and once I had her
she let go of me and relaxed her body.
I was now holding her above me, only my will keeping her
from losing her virginity. She closed her eyes again and
her head rolled back in languid pleasure. I wondered
what to do next, I could take her now, it would be as
easy as letting go of her hips, but something inside
stopped me.
Before I could ponder this dilemma any further Sarah
abruptly pushed down with all her weight and made the
choice for me.
I know I was her first, but the sensation of penetrating
this unbelievably tight, inconceivably hot little sex
made me feel like it was mine as well.
My mind was blank as she pushed down and I popped into
her. My legs went numb and heart beat a thousand times a
minute. She took all of me in her until her thighs
rested on mine and I felt her light soft blond hair
tangle and mingle with my coarser black hairs.
No tears in her eyes, only pleasure and slight
uncomfortableness shown on her face. She stayed like
that for a while and I moved my hands down between us
and let my thumbs move up her body slowly.
I just traced her skin softly and when I got to her
beautiful breasts I cupped them softly and rubbed my
fingers across her nipples. I pictured in my mind each
ridge of my fingerprints exciting and agitating her
nerve endings. I moved my fingers all over her like
this, so that just the very tip of my skin touched hers.
She gasped and rocked and soon started to move up and
down on top of me.
She started slowly, but she didn't seem to have the
right position to truly work up a good rhythm. I saw the
desire growing in her eyes and pushed myself forward
lifting her up and laying her down on her back.
Sarah. The sixteen year old girl. Emerald green eyes
bursting with color and passion. Skin, pink as her
little girl room. Lips red from kissing and biting.
She looked up at me with innocence, desire, lust, and
love. Her arms came up and wrapped around my strong
neck. Her legs spread wide and the light scent of her
sex filling every part of me.
The control I maintained was gone as I slipped inside of
her.
When her legs wrapped around me I started a rhythm that
was wild and powerful.
She knew what was happening, she felt me letting go and
her body bucked and rolled against me instinctually.
Her mouth came up and she bit my shoulder. Her nails dug
into me as I pushed deep inside of her and our bodies
pressed together hard and fast.
I felt the sweat on my body and the sweat on hers. I
felt her ass raise off the bed to meet my thrusts. I
felt the world spinning and building into one perfect
moment. I felt the never-ending itch that this girl
started an hour ago peeking in one brilliant release.
Sarah's continued to bit my shoulder and neck and when
her mouth reached my ear I could her whispering over and
over "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" in measure with every
thrust.
Her voice was high pitched and pleading. It put me over
the edge.
I felt an almost painful searing fire in my belly just
as I felt Sarah climax. Then I felt my body tighten and
release as the first surge of my own orgasm hit me.
I was totally unprepared for how powerful my own orgasm
could be. I felt a million things all at once, her body,
the cotton sheets, lingering sounds of the part outside,
her lips on my neck, her quivering tightening sex
contracting, burning hot cum shooting into the sixteen
year old girl beneath me. Around me. Inside me.
I awoke cold and frightened out of my mind. I was laying
on the floor somewhere and the world was spinning.
I vaguely heard a girls voice say "Daddy!"
I froze.
I heard a rough voice say "I just wanted to give my best
girl a kiss goodnight."
The sound of a quick kiss.
"G'night daddy."
I realized I was on the side of Sarah's bed, the side
facing the wall. I was naked and covered with blankets.
As I pulled the blankets off my face I saw Sarah's face
peak over at me.
"You gotta get out of here!"
She was scared and excited.
I stood up and moved to kiss her. She met my lips
quickly but then turned away, embarrassed now the drug
of passion had worn off.
"I am going to shower. You better go or we will both me
dead." she picked up my pants and threw them at me. She
glanced at me naked body and blushed a deep crimson.
"I... um..." she stopped and looked unsure of what to
say.
"Just shower. I will get out of here. We... call me
tonight so I know you are ok."
She jumped up, her teenage exuberance apparently not
diminished by a few hours of sex play, and I watched her
cute little butt wriggle over to the pink bathroom.
As I listened to the shower running, I sighed and went
over the amazingly erotic scene I had just witnessed.
Then I remembered I was naked in the bed of a minor in
her parent house with over 30 of the most powerful
people in New York outside the door.
I jumped out of the bed and quickly dressed nearly
breaking my neck. As I reached under the bed for my tie,
I noticed her little pink panties were on the floor and
the little pink bow had come off of it. As I grabbed my
tie I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
That night I waited for the call I knew wasn't coming. I
waited until the sun rose. All the while I fingered the
little pink bow and remembered.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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