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Subject: {ASSM} Punk Rock Girl (Mf, 1st, Msolo, voy)
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this is my first submission, please let me know if there are problems.
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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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This is my first story, PLEASE give me feedback!
punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com
This is only chapter one, I will write more if people want. I
envision the action in later chapters going a little less
smoothly than the fantasy described in this one :)
Punk Rock Girl (Mf, 1st, Msolo, voy)
by punk_you_jenkins
I watched them move from store to store - all the trendy ones
that a suburban mall can offer. Their shopping bags were like a
cornucopia of mass culture - the Gap, Old Navy and Abercrombie
and Fitch.
Had anyone paid close attention, I would have surely stuck out.
An old tattered ball cap, navy blue hooded sweatshirt and green
baggy cargos aren't unusual per se, but you wouldn't normally
find them in this end of the mall, surrounded by this season's
must-have looks.
Fortunately for me, nobody paid close attention.
So I was free to watch the three girls, no more than 14, as they
spent away their Christmas money.
One of them captured my eye from the moment I first encountered
them at the Food Court, and truth be told, she was the one I was
following. Shorter than the others, she had the most radiant red
streaks in her blonde hair and her creamy skin set off her pale
blue eyes like you wouldn't believe. She wore the uniform of the
typical mall-punk kid - a trucker cap with "Porn Star" etched in
sparkly letters, a tight thrift-store t-shirt smoothed across
under-developed breasts and hip hugger jeans with a studded belt
sublty revealing the make of the panties beneath, but not the
style or fabric.
To be fair, I wasn't at the mall to stalk. This was the only
mall in town with a decent record shop. The place even had a
fair-sized vinyl section with some re-released Pistols and Stiff
Little Fingers. I just had time to kill when I saw this girl
laughing with her friends.
But eventually, I grew weary of the stores' tinny p.a. systems
inviting me to "Shake My Tailfeather" or party like it was my
birthday, so I abandoned my leisurly persuit and headed for my
original destination.
I was engrossed in the tracklist of a rare Clash import disc when
the three girls made their way into the store. I glanced up as I
heard the infectuous giggle of young teen girls. For a second, I
was captivated again by those eyes. They had an innocence to
them, but they hinted at some deeper understanding. And they
were sexy, especially when she furrowed her brow in
concentration.
I forced myself to look away as they turned to find the latest
Good Charlotte-look-alike band's concert DVD, so I didn't notice
that my girl had broken away from the pack and made her way
towards me.
"It's a killer record," I heard a soft feminine voice say.
"Japanese release only."
I glanced up and found myself mere inches away from the most
captivating eyes I had ever seen.
"Yea," I managed to say. "It looks pretty good."
"Have you heard of the Dead Milkmen?" she asked. "You'd probably
dig them, judging by the discs you have in your hand."
I had heard of the band, but was still unable to find my tongue.
She giggled.
"I've totally seen you here before dude, I like your taste."
I was astonished. How had I not noticed this supple young
goddess before today? And how had I managed to get her to notice
me?
"My name's Anne," she said, offering her soft hand to me.
"J.P." I responded, enjoying the feel of her warm fingers in
mine.
Suddenly the spell was broken by a call from one of her friends.
"Come on Annie-gurl, my dad's totally gonna be pissed if we're
any later."
Anne giggled and blushed.
"Sorry, that's my ride."
"Wait," I exclaimed. "We should hook up and listen to some music
or something."
She eyed me curiously, then blushed.
"I'd like that," she said.
"Here, take my number," I said as I hurriedly scrawled it out on
the back of an old ATM statement.
As she left I couldn't help but stare. Her little ass was
perfect and the image of it walking away would be forever burned
in my mind.
I couldn't believe I'd had the guts to offer to meet her again.
That really wasn't my style. And she had said yes! Of course, I
was probably ten years older than her. She probably had some
boyfriend her own age. No way she'd be interested in me. And
besides, I'd get in serious trouble if I tried anything, and I
was hardly the smooth operator with girls my own age, let alone
some thirteen (fourteen? who knows) year old goddess.
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The next few days passed in silence and I began to lose hope.
Then one Saturday afternoon my phone rang.
"Hey, it's Anne."
I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice.
"Uh hey,"
"You remember me, don't you? From the record shop?"
Of course I remember you, I thought. Out loud I said, "Yea, yea
for sure, what's up?"
"Well, I was gonna hit the mall today, and I was wondering if you
wanted to meet me and talk about some music," she said nervously.
I was relieved that she sounded as nervous as I felt.
"Yea, that sounds cool," I responded, trying to sound nonchalant.
"How's the Food Court at about 2?"
"Perfect, see you there," she said quickly and hung up.
I hung up and noticed I was sporting quite the erection. Just
hearing her voice had brought back a flood of emotion that I was
almost too embarassed to admit to. I jumped in the shower,
poured some shower gel into my hand and began to stroke myself.
I let my imagination take me wherever it wanted to...
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In my fantasy we were back at my apartment. She was wearing
white satin panties and a matching bra and she was in the process
of stroking my cock through my pants as we rolled on the living
room floor.
She reached for my belt and undid it while looking into my eyes
with longing.
"I need you so badly," she moaned.
I began to fumble with her bra while she slid my pants down to
my ankles. The soft feel of the satin was driving my crazy and
as I slipped the bra from her slim body and exposed her tiny
tits, I felt compelled to rub the garment against my cheek.
Her young hands had managed to work my boxers to the floor as
well, so only her satin panties and my t-shirt remained on our
increasingly entwined bodies.
She slid up on top of me and began rubbing her satin covered
pussy on my crotch. I reached up and took one of her tiny
nipples in my mouth. She released a satisfied moan that defied
her early age and increased the pace of her grinding.
My hands roamed over her body, tracing her under-developed curves
and gently squeezing the last remnants of baby fat on her thighs.
I rubbed her ass over and over, enjoying the soft feel of the
fabric until I built up the courage to slip a finger inside her
panties and over her clit.
She moaned again and looked deep in my eyes as she moved my hands
and started to slip her panties off.
I looked down and saw the object of my desire. She had just a
hint of pubic hair surrounding her otherwise childish pussy. I
slid my hand down and stroked at her barely exposed clit, causing
her to moan once again.
She began to stroke my cock as I manipulated her clit. After a
few minutes she looked me in the eye, smiled and began to pull my
cock towards her slit. I entered her in one smooth thrust and
felt as her cherry ripped. I looked up into her eyes and saw her
wince with pain, then start to smile.
Just then I felt my cock erupt in my hand and I was dragged back
into reality. I had coated the wall of my shower and had to grab
the curtain rod as my knees buckled. I sighed and finished my
shower, wondering if I would have the chance to live out my
fantasy by day's end.
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END OF CHAPTER ONE
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Please tell me if it's worth continuing
punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com
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