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From: none@nowhere.com (Alexei Gish)
Subject: {ASSM} Zoe (M/f)
Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 03:10:05 -0400
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A little brief history about myself, I am a punk rocker from way back.
Of course I was quite young and rowdy in those days, I was after all,
a kid, but now, pushing nearly forty, things have changed quite a bit
for me. The blue mohawk, Sex Pistols, safety pin through the nose and
leopard print velvet pants of sixteen have been replaced by the
slightly receding hairline, Miles Davis, a Palm Pilot and the khaki
pants of thirty-eight. The kids regard me with a bit of respect and
perhaps a bit of polite nostalgia for having survived and somehow
remaining "down" with the cause. I am somewhat affectionately and
somewhat cynically referred to as "Old School" or OS for short. I am
well known by most of the "troubled" kids in the area as a source of
kindness and good solid advice without judgment, and I must admit I
relish the role because it helps me forget the fact that I am
thirty-eight, employed by the type of place I tried to burn down
twenty odd years ago, and have yet to find anything resembling a
fulfilling relationship. So, four nights a week I sit up drinking
coffee in a small, 24 hour restaurant and wait for them to seek me out
while I kill time smoking cigarettes and reading Plato.
It was on one of these recent nights that I had a chance encounter
that made me forget my age and 401k for a few hours and be a young,
virile man again. She walked into the place well after ten o'clock,
wearing a tiny latex mini skirt, ripped fishnet stockings and a see
through half shirt with a leopard print bra beneath. Her hair was
short and shaggy and brightly colored with red, green and blue. Even
beneath the punk rock guise, you could tell she was absolutely
gorgeous, piercing blue eyes, high cheek bones and pouty lips. I knew
she couldn't be more than sixteen or so, by the sinewy leanness of her
developing body.
She sat down across from me at the table, without so much as warning,
as though I had expected her. "Hey OS, how ya doin'?" she said
casually.
I fixed my eyes upon her, trying to figure out who in the hell she
was. She looked familiar, but they all do anymore, yet I couldn't
place her.
I'm certain she sensed my anticipation. She just smiled and lit a
cigarette. "Don't remember me?"
"No, actually I don't." I replied coolly.
She smiled again, "Do you recall a real tall, punky guy about three
years ago named Scooter who had, let's just say, had an unfortunate
incident with a few of the local hicks."
I remembered the incident well. Just before my career had taken off, I
worked in a local party store, which was how so many of these kids
knew who I was. Scooter had come in with his little sister one hot
summer night to buy her an ice cream bar. A few of the locals, who
were extremely liquored up at the time, took exception to Scooter's
presence in the town, not to mention the store. To make a long story
short, four of them jumped him and only two of them were able to leave
without the help of paramedics. Scooter, ended up a bit bloodied with
a couple of broken ribs and his little sister endured a nasty cut
along her cheek from flying debris. The local police and justice
system really wanted to put Scooter away for "attacking four decent,
upright citizens", but my testimony at the trial cleared him.
I looked hard at the girl sitting across from me, and noticed a slight
two inch scar along her left cheek. "Son of a bitch", I stammered,
"Zoe?"
"Yup, in the flesh."
Zoe had certainly grown up from the awkward little twelve year old I
saw crying at the store that night. She was still small, perhaps
petite is a better word, not standing more than an inch or so over
five feet, but now the tiny little buds that barely justified a
training bra were full and round, and her tiny vertical frame had
grown curvy and defined. I felt a slight twinge in my pants looking at
her, and a gnawing of guilt for it.
"I've gone punk rock and grown up" she claimed proudly pushing her
chest forward.
Again, I felt an itch in my shorts and I tried to change the subject.
"So, how's Scooter doing?"
She looked at me teasingly and ran her tongue along her upper lip,
"Funny you should ask. He's up in Boston, playing guitar in a
hard-core band that just got signed to a record deal this week."
"Good for him", I said with a bit of exuberance. I hoped I had come
off positively with my comment, because I was still distracted by Zoe,
whose wiggling and manner were getting me extremely aroused.
"My mom and my brother say that the family owes you a lot. I mean, it
had to be tough to get up there on the stand and tell the truth. I
mean, it cost you your job and everything."
"It was a shit job anyway."
"Doesn't matter, you stood up for Scooter when he needed you most, and
that means a lot. My mom says so, Scooter says so, and I say so", she
said, looking deep into my eyes with a sexy stare and placing her tiny
hand on mine, sweetly.
I tried to change the subject and quell the lust I was feeling for
Zoe. "So, isn't your mom going to be worried about you? I mean it's
after curfew and all and you're what, sixteen? You shouldn't be out
this late."
"Actually, I'm going to be fifteen in a few weeks, but thanks for
noticing" she said lustily, allowing her free hand to drift across her
ripe breasts. "Mom? She can't worry, she's at work, won't be home
until after eleven."
"The point is, it's after curfew and the cops already hate your
family."
"But I wanted to talk to you."
I was trying to get out of this situation now, before I came in my
pants from looking at her. "Fine, you want to talk, we'll talk - on
the way home."
I dropped a five spot on the table and took her by the hand, leading
her like a dog to the door. She offered no resistance at all. I
thought to myself, don't let her talk you into going into the house,
the last thing you need is to have mom walk in on her fourteen year
old daughter fucking someone old enough to be her father.
I let go of Zoe's arm once we got outside the restaurant and headed
towards my car, Zoe, on the other hand, headed the opposite way.
"Car's over here", I said.
"C'mon", she said flagging me in her direction, "I only live two
blocks away and it's a beautiful night out."
I was in no mood to argue with her. I just wanted to get her home so I
could go home and beat off. My cock was aching, making it
uncomfortable to walk, but I knew I wasn't going to win any arguments
with her. "Fine, we'll walk."
I walked over to where she was standing, but just as I reached her,
she ducked behind the dumpster in the back of the restaurant. I had
had enough games and chased after her. When I got around the corner to
where she was, I was stunned. Zoe's back was against the slimy metal
of the dumpster and the front of her mini skirt was pulled up,
revealing her hot little pussy. Her snatch was perfectly bald, whether
it was her age or the fact that she shaved it, I'll probably never
know. Again she smiled at me lustily. "Like I said, what you did for
my family means a lot to me"
Zoe pushed off from the dumpster and took me by the hand, by now, my
hard on was raging, and the fact that Zoe was only fourteen didn't
much matter. She pulled me towards her, reached up and kissed me
deeply, her hand wandering down to my cock. Her kiss drifted down, she
lifted my shirt and ran her pierced tongue around my nipples and down
my chest and stomach, while her hands had managed to unbuckle,
unbutton and unzip my pants. Zoe's kiss drifted further down until her
hot young mouth engulfed the head of my cock. For the first time, I
allowed myself to touch her, grabbing her by her neon colored hair and
forcing her head up and down the length of my throbbing shaft. I was
amazed how good her wet, young mouth felt as it glided up and down
throwing me into a state of ecstasy. 
Suddenly, I jerked her off of my cock, I didn't want to cum just yet,
part of me knew I had to get a taste of that fourteen year old pussy.
I pulled her to her feet and grabbed her by the hips, my hands nearly
able to reach all the way around her tiny waist, and lifted her body,
until her pussy was at eye level. Zoe followed my cue and wrapped her
thighs around my neck and balanced herself against the dumpster. My
tongue plunged in her smooth teen pussy, which was hot and wet with
her excitement. She tasted sweet like honey and I lapped at her juices
like a dog. Zoe's hips rocked back and forth slightly with the rhythm
of my tongue, her thighs tightened around my head and her body
quivered with every lick. It didn't take long for her to cum, her
slight body quaking with desire and gushing forth the sweet nectar of
her young sex.
One her grip loosened, I grabbed her by the hips again and lowered her
pussy onto my throbbing meat. She was tight and wet, the way a young
girl should feel, the walls of her cunt massaging my tortured cock. I
slammed her hard against the dumpster and brought her up and down hard
and fast on my cock. Zoe's fingernails dug into my back and she bucked
her hips hard, meeting every thrust. It had been a long time since I'd
fucked a minor, but they didn't fuck like this when I was a kid, no,
Zoe had some experience and it showed. Her head thrashed around
violently and she gritted her teeth, grunting out, "Fuck me! Fuck me
hard! Fuck my little young pussy! I want it! I want your big, hard
cock to rip me up! Fuck me!" Her wish was my command as I plunged in
harder and harder, her sex dripping and the juices rolling in my inner
thighs. Suddenly, I felt my cock swell with orgasm, further stretching
Zoe's pussy. A long, hot load jetted into her and as it did, Zoe bit
my shoulder to muffle her own cries of passion.
We quickly dressed and I walked her home. Her mother was sitting on
the front porch when we arrived, with the phone in her hand. It was
nearly eleven-thirty. I was sure I would feel the scorn of her mother,
but when she saw us, she just smiled. Zoe ran up to the porch and
kissed her mom on the cheek, "Sorry I'm late, I ran into Scott at the
restaurant and we got talking, and well, lost track of time." Zoe's
mother didn't scold her though, she just told her to get to bed
because she was going to school tomorrow whether she was tired or not.
I wondered if her mom could smell my cock on Zoe's breath, or if she
noticed my cum rolling down her youngest child's thigh as she walked
by.
Her mom approached, and Zoe stood in the doorway eavesdropping. "How
are you, Scott? Been a long time. We were just talking about you
today, how much we owed you for standing up for Geno."
"It's fine, really", I told her.
"We're going to have to have you over for dinner sometime. Maybe Zoe
can show you her room."
I smiled politely, my cock beginning to rise again as I looked at Zoe
who was flashing me behind her mother. "Maybe..."
We said our good-nights and parted company. I went home and beat off,
and I've been beating off ever since that night, thinking about Zoe's
hot little box. I received a phone call this evening, inviting me to
Zoe's fifteenth birthday party next Friday. Zoe said it would only be
her, me and her mother, then she mentioned that mom would have to
leave shortly after dinner to work half of a shift. I can't wait to
see Zoe's room.  

(c) 1999 Alexei Gish

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