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Illegal Symbiotic Relationship (handjob, teen, MF, breast sucking) By
juniperbush@gmail.com Please email me any comments you may have
   Joseph Smith fixed the blue power shirt and looked into the mirror.  It
was tight around the chest, but looked perfect.  It would go well with his
blue power suit for work.
   Joseph liked Macy's.  They had the clothes he needed, with big dressing
rooms with mirrors.  He hated those teeny bopper shops that had a 1 foot
opening on the door to the dressing room.  So, every person walking buy
could check out your hairy feet.
   He pulled the shirt off, and pulled his pants off, thinking to try on
the dark wool slacks before packing off to home.  Ahis and the kids were
expecting him early so they could go visit their Aunt.  That should be a
considerably boring weekend.
   The pants were half way off, when suddenly the dressing room door opened
and a youngish girl ran in, quickly and tightly closing the door behind
her.
   Joseph was stunned.  He could understand and react to someone walking
into the dressing room by mistake.  But this girl had entered not caring
who was in the room.  And even now she made no effort to leave, even though
he was in his underwear.
   "Oh his God, Oh his God!  I'm so sorry, man.  There's some guys chasing
me.  Don't push me out!", the girl was worried, but that didn't stop her
eyes from traveling his body, and half removed pants.
   "Holy Shit", Jospeh forced out.  He pulled the pants back up and
buttoned them up.  He left the shirt off, thinking what the hell was going
one.
   He didn't know what was going on, but it was weird.  Just as he was
about to ask the girl `which guys?`, and why, there was a commotion
outside. Joseph raised an eyebrow at the young girl, then pushed past her
to the door of the dressing room.
   The girl was pretty, and dressed in a sexy manner so he could see some
hoodlums trying to rape her or harass her in some manner.  She looked to be
about 18, and had permed dark brown hair down below her shoulders.  In high
school she would be considered plump by current day model standards, but
for a married man of 34, she had soft curves and a nice body.  This was all
available for analysis as she was wearing a tight low cut Camisole.  With a
jean jacket over it.  Obviously just came to the mall from school as she
had on a Catholic Girls Skirt on...or miniskirt.
   Joe made it to the door, listening to loud talk outside.  Then he heard
a hard banging knock on the door, "Mall Security, anyone in there!"
   Frowing, he looked at the girl.  She had suddenly gone still and her
eyes were wide.  She whispered frantically, a frown on her face, "Come on
man, Don't give me away!"
   Joe opened the door a crack, Angry, "Hey, I'm in here.  What are you
doing?"
   The fat security man pulled back a bit, "Oh sorry sir.  We're looking
for a teenager.  She was shoplifting...er, we caught one, looking for the
other."
   Joe slammed the door on his face, turning back to the young girl.
   Joe took a step towards her, and grabbed her purse, seeing it
overflowing with Macy's jewelery.  He shook his head in negation.
   The girl tried to sneer, "Yeah right, like you haven't stole nuthin in
your life.  Don't be like that.  Its just a little shoplifting", she pulled
her purse back tightly.
   Joe kept his hand on the purse, and said quiety, "Why should I hide
you?"
   She gave me a petulant look, then crossed her arms at her chest.  "Holy
Fuck!  Just let it go.  Let me sit it out 2 minutes, and I'll be gone.  You
can dress while I'm here.  Go ahead.
   Joe turned around, and moved to the door, faking like he was going to
open it, But she grabbed his arm from behind.  Suddenly that arrogance on
her face was gone, "Ok man, listen, honest, if they catch me again, I'm
going to Juvvy.  No fucking way I want to go there.  Help me out... 
Please"
   Joe was still only in his pants, and the close proximity was a little
hot.  So, he just through it out there without thinking: "Pull your shirt
up, Let me suck on those tits.  Do that and I won't say anything to those
guys out there.
   Her shoulders sagged a little, and her lips quirked down in a frown. 
She looked past his shoulders, weighing getting busted or letting him play
with her body.
   On the flipside, Joe was in a serious bind, he could get busted on
Sexual Harrasment charges on a minor.  She looked 18, but her Juvvy comment
said she was 16 maybe.  Joe licked his lips.
   "Fuck!  I have to run into a room with an old pervert.  I should just go
out there and get busted."
   Joe moved out of her way and indicated the way.  They could still hear
security outside talking and going through the dressing rooms.
   "Asshole... be quick."
   She pulled her jean jacket aside, giving him a clear view of her
protruding mounds behind her camisole shirt.  She was large for her age,
maybe a C Cup.  Joe already had a harddon thinking this thing through.
   She pulled her camisole straps down, revealing a black lace bra, and
unhooked it from behind, pulling it off.
   Joe loved young girls, their skin was always so clear...so blemish free.
It was like fucking a playboy model.  The bra coming off uncovered her
large tits.  Her nipples were immature, too large for her breasts, but it
was heaven.  They were pink, and capped two proud large breasts.  She
watched as Joe moved closer to her.
   He put both of his hands on her ribcage and ran his hands straight up
over her tits, letting his palms rub her nipples.  She cringed away from,
thudding into the wall behind her, and Joe pursued, squeezing her tits.
   She sneered again in disgust, "Hey - you said suck.  No hands man".
   Joe gave her an evil grin, letting his hands drop away.  Bringing his
face close to hers, he then moved downwards, licking her left pink aeriole.
Joe ran his tongue over it, tasting her fresh skin.  Then latching on, Joe
greedily sucked her left tit, trying to make it produce milk.  She put her
hands on his head, overcome with sexual sensations, and Joe sucked harder,
creating suction, almost mouthing her entire breast.  He tasted her youth
and the evil of this moment.  Joe bit into her nipple causing her to stifle
a cry, then Joe licked her nipple again.
   Releasing her left tit, Joe ran his tongue over her left aerioule across
her chest valley, and onto her right teat.  Her Right nipple was still
flaccid, ignored so far.  The girl gasped as Joe latched on, sucking hard
on her teat, making loud slurping noises.  Relishing her taste, her youth.
   On their own, his hands went down and cupped her ass through her
miniskirt.  And it took several moments before the girl pushed his hands
away.  He breathed her in, and felt like he was going to cum by the sheer
excitement of the act.
   Finally Joe released, and knowing this was his last access to such plump
young tits, he brought his hands up again for a quick final squeeze, but
she slapped his hands away, exclaiming, "Asshole" and was quickly putting
her bra back on.
   His hardon was raging, and it took a moment to clear his head. 
Realising what he had just done, he quickly decided to get the hell out of
the mall and get home.  He pulled the pants off began dressing in his
clothing.  His erection was very evident in his underwear.
   The girl snickered watching him, but then quickly shut up when she
realized he was leaving, "No wait...hold on, you can't leave yet.  They're
right outside still.  You have to wait!".
   Joe gave her a cursory look and kept dressing, "I don't have to wait for
anything girlfriend.  You have some fine breasts, but I've had my fun...I'm
going."
   "No wait, come on.  We have a deal!", She gave me a pleading look,
grabbing at his arms to slow him down.
   Joe stopped putting on his clothes, and looked at her arm, and raised an
eyebrow.
   She let go of his arm, and moved back, "No.  No way pervert, you touched
me already.  We're done with that."
   "Ok then, give me a handjob."
   She looked at his underwear with its protruding erection then back up to
his face.
   "Holy shit, you're so fucking wack!" The silence stretched between her
next statement, "Ok, pull it out.  Shit!  I had to get stuck with the
biggest porn-dog in the state".
   Joe moved up to her, and pulled down his underwear enough to show her
his erect member.  It was 5 inches of veiny, thick light pink manhood.  The
tip was already covered in cum.  His balls and abdomen were just freshly
shaved.
   She spit a thick wad of saliva into her palm, acknowledging that she was
an old hand at this game.  Staring at his cock with a look of distaste, she
brought her left hand down on his penis head.
   Joe convulsed slightly as her soft feminine hands engulfed him.  So
young, so soft, he thought.
   Pumping it slowly and lightly, she kept it up, trying to avoid eye
contact, and get this over quickly.
   Joe looked her in the face, and pushed his abdomen towards her, his dick
was on fire.  Joe hadn't had a handjob in ages.  He started bucking his
hips into her hand in time with her rhythm.  She kept up a steady pressure,
rubbing her hand on his shaft and head.  Sometimes, twisting his head for
extra sensation.  An old hand indeed.
   "Oh no, you ain't cumming on me.  Do it up on the wall." And she moved
out of the way, and stroked him from the side, pointing his ramrod cock at
the wall, 2 feet away.
   Joe grinned at her, watching her move her hands back and forth
delicately.  He gave a loan moan as he felt the building energy inside him.
   "Oh yeah!", The first blast hit the wall with force, spraying an area 1
foot wide.  The second stream came as a thick stream, splattering the wall
and dribbling down.
   "Oh yeah cowboy, let it go!", her eyes aglow, she watched in fascination
as his body emptyed its fluids on the wall.  Joe was impressed by the
amount of matter being released.
   Joe grunted and shot another and another shot, then the rest dribbled
out all over her hand.  She let go prematurely, Joe still had more juice to
give.  But Joe was willing to let it go at that.  Grinning, and spent, he
shook his head and laughed.
   Cleaning himself on the shirt he was going to buy, he handed it to her
so she could clean up also.
   Joe lived up to his side of the arrangement and waited till the coast
was clear.  And the girl gave him a dirty grin as she ran out of the change
room.  Dirty grin?  She had been disgusted the whole time.  As long as he
didn't go to jail, he was happy.  Joe strolled out of thr dressing room
with the widest grin on his face.  
  
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