I had just had a rough day at work. The boss had given me nothing but grief all afternoon and to top things off my lawyer had called to tell me that my ex-wife wanted more money. All I could think about as I pulled into the driveway was a cool shower and a cold beer. When I walked up to the front door and put my key in the lock, the door swung open. "Fucking great! My house got broken into," I thought.

As I entered the front room I started taking count of the damage. Papers and books were strewn all over. The television was left on but at least they didn't take it. The kitchen was a disaster, the fridge and the cabinets were open and shit was thrown all over the place. I looked in the fridge and noticed that my beer was gone. "Just fucking perfect," I thought to myself. I went towards the bedroom to check the damage there.

When I opened the bedroom door I saw the thieves; teenagers, five of them, two girls and three guys. I started to yell and they all bolted for the sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. I quickly followed out the door. They had a good jump on me, the boys running faster than I ever could in my 33 years. They all headed to a path that led into the woods behind my house. If they made it into the woods and split up I'd never find them.

They ran down the path and I kept up my pursuit, hoping to get at least one of them. Two of the boys were already out of sight and the other boy headed down a path with the faster one of the girls. The other girl was slowing down and heading down the path that led to the reservoir. I could see that I was catching up on the slower girl so I started running harder. She was wearing those big jeans that all the kids wear today and she had to keep hitching them up as she ran so they wouldn't fall off.

I was about three feet behind her and gave a running jump that my old football coach would have been proud of. I caught her by the neck of her thin tank top and pulled as we both fell to the ground. I could hear the fabric rip and a whoosh of air escape her as I landed on top of her back. I grabbed hold of her blond hair and pulled tight while I positioned myself straddling her waist. "Get the fuck off me!" she yelled, squirming underneath my weight. Her efforts were fruitless with my knee in her back and my grip on her hair.

"You wrecked my house, kid and I'm taking you to the police", I said. "NO!" she screamed. Her shirt had ripped off of one shoulder and I caught a glimpse of the side of her small bare breast, pressed into the ground by the weight of my body on top of her. I let some weight off her so I could turn her over and get a look at my captive.

She was about fourteen, and wore deep red lipstick on her dirty face. Her tits were small but well formed under what was left of her shirt. I could feel my cock begin to rise as I studied her and our situation. Here I was, with this teenage slut hoodlum and nobody else around. I didn't see the point in calling the cops when I could dish out my own justice for what she and her friends did to my house.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I could sense a little fear in her voice now. "Shut up you little slut." I said, "I'm just thinking of how you're going to pay me back for what you did to my house." "I didn't do anything, I swear, it was my friends." she began to plead. I slapped her face and my cock grew another inch in my pants. "I said shut up", I growled. I reached out and grabbed her young tit, kneading it through her shirt. Then I grabbed the thin material and ripped it the rest of the way off, exposing her hard red nipples. She had a pierced bellybutton, what kind of mother let a girl her age do that kind of thing?

"Please." she whimpered. With one hand holding her wrists tight, I reached down and undid her jeans, pulling them down and revealing the yellow panties underneath. I got hold of her panties and tore them away at the crotch. Now I could see how young she really was. A little tuft of blond hair barely covered her pussy; it felt so soft when I touched it. "Please don't," she pleaded. I disregarded her and kept stripping her until she lay naked before me. She seemed almost frozen with fear, knowing in her mind what was about to happen. I unzipped my pants and my rock hard cock sprung out. My little captive's eyes went wide as she saw its size.

I straddled her chest and moved my cock up to her mouth. She wouldn't open her lips so I just slid my cock over her face, smearing her with pre-cum. The dirt on her face mixed with her lipstick and my juices made her look extremely slutty, I almost shot my load right there. I couldn't wait any longer, so I spread her legs with my knee and positioned myself on top of her; my dripping cock poised at the entrance to her little pussy. I spit into my hand and rubbed it into her slit, making her wet enough for me to put the head of my prick into her. I wondered for a moment if she was a virgin, then disregarded the thought and plunged my cock into her.

Her eyes flew wide open as she felt my 8 inches filling her young cunt. She was no virgin, but god she was tight. I began to pump into her fast and hard. She responded with small grunts upon each thrust into her belly. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls and knew I was going to shoot my load soon. I pistoned my dick in and out of her. Her eyes were wide, almost rolling up into her head and her mouth was forming a small O-ring while her gasping breaths escaped her. I made one final jab, pushing myself deep inside her and let go. The first spurt of sperm shot deep into her tight young cunt, the second just oozed out around my cock. I pulled out of her and kept shooting my load onto her chest. Some even landed in her hair. When the orgasm subsided, I fell off to her side. She was still breathing hard, her own orgasm just beginning to subside. I stood up and looked at the little slut, covered with my glistening cum.

"You didn't have to slap me", she said.

"Next time don't drink my beer". "Okay, Daddy, I'm sorry". "Now let's go back and clean that house up, it's a mess", I told my daughter. "Okay, but next time, Debbie wants you to catch her." "Is that the little black haired girl?" I asked. "Mm-hmm" she smiled slyly. We picked up her clothes and headed back to the house to get cleaned up for dinner. All the way back I thought of catching little black haired Debbie in the woods.

The End