Message-ID: <47627asstr$1083010202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040426142440.20797.qmail@web41608.mail.yahoo.com> From: "punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com" <punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 07:24:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Punk Rock Girl - Chapter 4 (Mf) Lines: 272 Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47627> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos: High-quality 4x6 digital prints for 25¢ <1st attachment, "document4.doc" begin> ********************************* 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? ********************************* 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. ***************** End of Chapter Four ***************** As always, please send comments to punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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