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Subject: {ASSM} Punk Rock Girl - Chapter 4 (Mf)
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This story is copyrighted by the author.  Feel free to post it to
any free site, but if you do, please let me know at
punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com.  Of course, this story is fantasy.
The author does not condone sex with minors in real life, and has
never done it himself.  But that's why we have imaginations,
right?  
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Punk Rock Girl   Chapter 4 (Mf)
by punk_you_jenkins


I laid in my bed on Friday morning, already having arranged to
take the day off, and wondered if and when Anne would arrive at
my doorstep.

The days between our last meeting and that moment passed
agonizingly slowly, while in my head, I replayed our conversation
a hundred times.  I was terrified that I would open the door to
find a group of cops waiting with their billy clubs drawn   ready
to beat down this pervert who dared to corrupt another of today's
youth.

But I trusted her eyes.  She had looked so... nave.  Nave and
honest.  I had to trust her.  Besides, the throbbing in my pants
precluded any sense of moral decency or fear of reprisal. 

So there I lay.  Cock in hand and mind racing, trying to come to
terms with the fact that a 13-year-old goddess wanted me to teach
her the ways of sex.  I allowed my mind to drift back to our last
meeting, when she had worn her knee-length denim skirt and worn
t-shirt.  I remembered her hair pulled back into those mini
pigtails that drive me wild, and the way that I could just see
the hint of black bra under her shirt.  I thought of sliding her
skirt up her legs and imagined what would lie beneath.  She
seemed the sort to wear sensible panties, and that was fine by
me.  I had always preferred full-backed panties to the thongs
that strippers wear.  Cotton was good, but if I found nylon or
satin, I would probably ask to keep them.

These were the thoughts that possessed my mind as I slowly
stroked my shaft.  I was terrified of cumming the minute we were
naked   if I was so fortunate to reach that point   that I had
spent the better part of the last three days relieving myself at
every opportunity.  It wasn't difficult, given the clear memory
of her getting off on my lap that day in the photo booth, and to
be perfectly honest, I don't think I could have kept myself from
my obsessive self-love if I tried.

I felt my cock throb one last time and watched as ribbons of
semen shot up and came down upon my chest.  Normally against
cumming on myself, I had long since soaked through most of my
special tube socks and had resigned myself to showering after
every session.  As I stood under the stream of water in my
shower, I looked down and saw that I had once again gotten hard.
This girl was going to be the death of me, even before I get to
see her naked, I thought.

I threw an old DVD into the player and laid on the couch,
desperately waiting for my buzzer to ring.  Shortly after noon, I
was roused from a near-sleep by the shrill sound that I had been
craving, but much to my disgust, it was merely a canvasser trying
to win my support for Bill something or other that would give me
or take away some rights of some sort.

I paced around the apartment checking and re-checking the
preparations I had made earlier in the week.  Candles were out
around the house, my room was cleaned and sheets were washed.  I
had lotions of all sorts on the table next to my bed, and fresh,
clean towels were piled on the chair.  Scented bubble-bath waited
on the edge of the freshly-scrubbed tub and a box of condoms sat
in the bedside table drawer.

Finally, just after 4 pm, there was a light knock on my door.

I resisted the urge to look through the spy-hole, wanting my
first look at Anne to be unspoiled by the walleye-lens.  I opened
the door and before me stood the perfect vision of beauty and
innocence.  All at once I wanted to kiss her, hold her, ravage
her and protect her from any harm.

She was wearing a light summer dress with a floral print.  It was
peach and the material was light and flimsy, clinging to her
under-developed curves.  The spaghetti-straps showed her pink
satiny bra strap and her face wore just a hint of blush   though
it may have been naturally occurring.

Her blonde hair was down around her face, and her blue eyes
showed her nervousness, but she smiled slightly as she saw the
look on my face. 

"Hi, J.P," she said in her soft voice.

"Wow," I responded.  "Come in, Anne."

I moved aside and let her into the apartment, catching a hint of
vanilla scent as she passed me.  I love vanilla.  I closed the
door and she turned, slipping into my arms.  I bent down and
kissed her softly on the lips, and she responded in kind.  My
cock rose and pressed painfully against my pants as my hands
caressed the soft fabric covering her back.

She pulled away and blushed, unsure of how to proceed.  I took
the lead and asked her how long she could stay.

"I have all night," she smiled.  "My parents are away until late
tomorrow afternoon."

I winced briefly at the mention of her parents, reminded again of
the dangerous ground I was walking on, but I quickly pushed those
thoughts aside and led her into the living room.

We sat on the couch and I suggested watching a movie.  She seemed
to relax at the suggestion and nestled into my arms as I turned
on a fairly new romantic comedy.  I normally hated such movies,
but I had guessed right and as the movie progressed, she seemed
to grow more comfortable.  I traced lines along her thighs and
placed gentle kisses on the top of her head.  She smelled
fantastic, and I heard her moan softly several times as I
caressed her legs.

The movie ended and for several minutes, we stayed where we were,
enjoying the moment.  Finally she looked up and I leaned in for a
kiss.  Her lips met mine for a few seconds before I felt her
tongue probing against my lips.  I opened my mouth and let my
hands slide down to the hem of her dress.  I began sliding my
fingers up her warm thighs, while she moaned into my mouth.

"Would you like to go to my room?" I asked.

She nodded her head, and I swept her up into my arms.

I laid her on my bed and lit the candles around the room.  I
turned and saw that she had slipped her dress off and was lying
back in her pink satin bra and matching brief panties.

"God, you're sexy," I moaned as I slid onto the bed next to her.

I kissed her neck and proceeded to lay gently pecks all along her
neck and chest.  I stroked her nipples through her bra and felt
them grow.  She reached back and unhooked the clasp, and I slid
the flimsy material off her shoulders and exposed her tiny
breasts.  I felt my heart leap into my chest at the sight of her
tiny, hard nipples atop the barely-developed mounds.  My cock
twitched and I leaned in to take her nubs into my mouth.

"Oh fuck, J.P.," she breathed.  "That feels amazing."

I continued to gently bite and kiss her breasts while I let my
fingers slide down to her belly-button, then trace the top of her
panties.  The soft fabric felt magical, and I once again felt my
cock throb.  I guided her hand to my pants and she unfastened by
pants and slid them down to expose my underwear.  With the
pressure on my crotch relieved, I began to caress her pussy lips
through her panties, feeling the material soak through instantly.
 Her fingernails dug into my back while I slid the material down
over her knees and off onto the floor.

I looked down at her virgin pussy and my breath caught in my
throat.  She had just a sparse sprinkling of pubic hair, and her
lips were just barely parted with arousal.  I leaned in and
breathed in the scent.  It was unlike anything I had ever
experienced.  I was intoxicated by the aroma and let my tongue
slide along her wet lips.  She moaned and I could see her little
clit start to emerge.

"Oh god," she cried.  "Do that again, please!"

I caressed her clit with a fingertip while running my tongue
lightly along the outer lips of her pussy.  Her knees drew
together, trapping my head against her crotch.  I couldn't hear
anything, but I could feel her writhe against me, pressing her
pussy against my tongue.  Her hands pulled at my hair while I
continued to nibble on her clit and lips.  I slid a finger inside
her and felt her hymen.  She rolled and moaned, and suddenly I
felt her body stiffen.  I sucked gently on her clit as I felt her
work through her orgasm.

Her legs parted and I felt her tug on my head, pulling me up to
her face.  She kissed me deeply and I held  her in my arms.  I
rolled on to my back and pulled her up onto my chest.

"My god, thank you J.P.," she said beaming.

I kissed her again and told her how beautiful she was.  We laid
like that for a few minutes, as she traced circles on my chest
with her finger.  Slowly her circles became bigger until she
brushed against my still hard cock.

"Oh my god," she said.  "I totally didn't think about poor you."

I told her how much I loved tasting her, and said all the right
things about her happiness being all that mattered, but deep
down, I was hoping she would help me get off.

She looked up at me and winked, then started to kiss my neck and
chest.  She worked her way down until her face lined up with my
crotch.  She looked up at me, uncertainly, and I stroked her
hair.

"It's ok, Anne, you don't have to do anything you don't want."

She smiled and kissed the tip of my cock, causing it to twitch
once again.  She giggled and took the head into her mouth.  Her
fingers tentatively fondled my balls while she swirled her tongue
around the tip of my dick.  Her movements were clumsy, but that
heightened the eroticism of the whole experience.  I stroked her
hair and whispered instructions to her.

"Right there baby, now take more into your mouth."

She gagged a little as she tried to take my cock further down her
throat.  The cough felt terrific, and I struggled to contain
myself and not ram myself in as hard as I could.  I let her take
the lead, all the while concentrating on not cumming too soon.

Suddenly she hit the right pace and I knew I wouldn't last much
longer.

"Anne, I'm going to cum soon, you might want to stop using your
mouth."

She looked up at me with a mischievous grin and slid more of my
dick into her warm mouth.  I could hold back no more and I began
to cum.  She swallowed as much as she could, but a trickle of
semen leaked from the corners of her mouth.  I came in a torrent,
spurt after spurt coating my young lolita's throat.  She squeezed
the last drops with her lips and looked up at me with a smile.  I
took one look at her pretty face, smeared with my sperm, and
pulled her to me in a passionate kiss.  I could taste my juices
in her mouth, but I hardly cared.

We embraced passionately for a few minutes, then she slid off of
me and rolled on to her side.  I spooned behind her and wrapped
my arms around her.  My cock was hard once again, and pressed
against her backside.  I started to slide it up and down her, but
she whispered,
"Please J.P., tonight was beautiful, but I think I'd like to
sleep now."

I kissed her neck and told her that I would do whatever she
asked.

Soon, I could hear her breathing more deeply and I knew she had
fallen asleep.  I let myself drift off, pressed against her back.
 Soon I too was dreaming, thinking of what the next day might
hold.

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End of Chapter Four
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