Chapter 10 - The Knockturnal Nymphs 

The cab dropped Eric off at the Knockturnal's parking lot a quarter after two in the morning. The club closed down only fifteen minutes ago, but the lot was nearly empty. There was nobody around except a group of five women that were hanging out under a lamp post not far from his car. 

After paying the cabbie and while walking to his car he heard the pitter patter of short high heeled steps coming up behind him. He turned to see a young woman running up to meet him. She was wearing a skimpy mid drift turquoise tube top and a short black miniskirt that was too short to cover the garder belt holding her meshed nylons. Her skin was a perfect tan that complimented her light brown hair cut just shorter that shoulder length. 

He stopped to let her catch up to him. She ran clumsily and it was a miracle she hadn't fallen while in her heels. She was obviously tipsy. 

"Mister," she said, "could you help us?" She steadied herself by holding onto Eric's shoulder with her thin little hand. 

"What can I do for you?" Eric asked. 

"D'you know when the next bus is coming?" 

"They don't ride any later than midnight around here," he answered looking up to see the other four girls weaving their way toward him. "Do you need to call a cab?" 

"You see," she huffed matter of factly clinging to his arm as she swayed, "Jessica kept on buying drinks on our tab and we all pooled our money together to pay it off, otherwise the bartender was gonna call the cops and we can't have that." She got on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "You see, we got in there on fake ID's." 

Eric smiled, with a peeked libido sending scores of unscrupulous thoughts cascading through his mind he tried to avoid any illegal impulse by asking her, "Do you need to call your parents?" 

"Hell-NO-way! They'd shit if they knew we got trashed at a bar. Couldn't you help us?" she pleaded. 

"What could I do?" Eric's compassion beat out his resistence to enter a situation of himself alone with a car full of jail bait. 

She did a cute little hop and kissed Eric on the cheek, "Oh that is totally cool, you're awesome. We just need a ride to Meagan's house. Her mom and dad are out of town and we all told our parent's we'd crash there." 

"I guess I could give you a ride, but it's gonna be a tight squeeze, I'm driving a coup." 

"In that case," She was smiling and emphasized so that the four other girls not far behind could hear, "I'M RIDING SHOTGUN!" 

Eric laughed when he heard the groans of the other girls. They finally met up with Eric at his car. He was introduced to them all. Meagan was a pettite little blond that should have never have passed for 21. Jessica was a redhead with the biggest tits in the bunch. She was drunk and leaning her head against Cindy who had light brown curls and looked like Baby from Dirty Dancing. There was an exotic looking long black haired girl, that was introduced as Dominique. Eric couldn't tell if she was hispanic, Italian or asian, all he knew was she was hot. The girl he was talking to introduced herself as Chastity but told Eric to call her Casie. The four girls piled into the back and Casie into the front. 

The girls were making a clamour in the back, laughing and giggling like the teenagers they wished to disguise. Eric pulled out of the parking lot and asked Casie, "Where are we headed?" 

She shouted back over the noise in the back, "Barefield." 

Eric turned back to the road internally fuming. Barefield was about fifty miles away. He turned up the radio and cursed himself for allowing himself to get into this situation. 

Before he was even able to get on the interstate, the girls in the back were all passed out on each other. Casie pointed it out to him after turning down the radio. She seemed to be the most sober out of the bunch. 

"It's really cool that you're doing this," She said. "The other guys heard that we had to go so far and none of them would help. That's why I didn't tell you where we were headed. Sorry about that." 

Feeling forgiving Eric said, "Don't worry about it. You know you're lucky you weren't all kidnapped or anything. Being young and all, there are plenty of predators out there looking for young girls like you." 

"You'd be surprised. A couple guys we asked for rides said they didn't 'fuck around with jail bait,'" she enlightened. 

"How old are you girls anyway? I bet seventeen, juniors in high school right?" Eric asked feeling more talkative with her. 

"Not quite," she said with a sly little grin, obviously flattered. "We're freshmen, except Meagan and Dominique, they're only in eighth grade, but they're cool. It was Meagan who hooked us up with ID's. All we had to do was give her older brother blow jobs and he made 'em on his computer. He's kind of a dork, computer nerd, you know." 

Eric was astonished by her frankness with sex at such an age. He probed, "So all of you gave him blow jobs?" 

"All except Meagan... oh and Cindy. She said she was afraid of having him cum in her mouth so she let him have butt sex with her. You see, she's a virgin and all. She wants to save herself for marriage." 

Eric laughed, "So she'd rather take it up the ass than give a blow job. Wish there were girls like that when I was in high school." 

"A lot of girls do that," She explained. "You don't have to worry about getting pregnant and you still keep your cherry. Hell, I even did it like that until last year. I mean, I gave head and all, just didn't let a boy in my couchie." 

"No shit," Eric said looking at her in the light cast by his growing lust. They came to a stop at the light before the interstate. The awkward silence stayed in the car while he pulled onto the interstate. 

She broke the silence, "You're not frightened away by age are you? Its just a number you know." She scooted closer to him, leaning over the center console. 

He replied, gathering whatever self control he could, "Its a number that sends a lot of grown men away to prison." 

"That's only when the men force themselves on the girls," she said in a sexy voice that defied her years. "Not the other way around." She reached over the console and began carress his already hard cock. Finding him aroused she said sliding her tongue around her lips, "You see, the risk makes it twice as fun." 

Eric was speechless. This young girl, probably no older than 15 was seducing him and despite every rational thought in his head telling him to stop her, he just kept his hands on the wheel and stayed silent. 

She undid his pants and pulled his silk boxers down, tucking them under his balls. She fixed her hair behind her ears and leaned over to take him into her mouth. Instead of reminding himself that sex with a minor was off limits, he just thanked the fact that he showered off any scent he may have had lining his cock from the activities earlier that night. 

Not seeming to detect any funky taste, she wrapped her moist lips around his thick cock. She applied suction while running her tongue over and around his mushroomed head. Not yet the expert he experienced earlier with Victoria, Casie was doing quite well for her age. She bunched up her miniskirt and pulled her panties aside to expose her steaming, barely pubescent pussy. She had the smallest little patch of hair right above the thin tight lips of her slit. 

She didn't go down on him that deep, but her efforts were enhanced by the forbidden nature of being blown by a minor. He kept repeating to himself, "this is so wrong," but he couldn't deny how good it felt as her tongue snaked around his cockhead and her lips stroked his shaft as she bobbed. Her cheeks sunken in from suction, her hair dancing over the flawless complexion of her smooth face. The appeal came to him as his balls began to erupt. 

The first shot sent her off his prick. She had yet to master the swallowing technique, but she made up for it by quickly pumping away on his pole sending ropes of cum into the air only to splatter onto her pristine face. 

Eric fought to keep control of the wheel as he spurt load after load of mily spunk all over this little nymph's face. Once he was done, he looked down to see her scooping the pearls of cum into her mouth. She put away his still pulsating cock, zipped his pants and sat back up. 

Eric reached into the center console, grabbed a napkin and handing it to her said, "Let's get rid of that evidence." She took it and laughed. After wiping her face and chit chatting for a couple minutes she had him take an exit from the interstate and in no time they pulled into Meagan's driveway. 

