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Introduction:

Sweet young Girl Scout has treats for 'special' man
JackassTales…Tale # 31…Readers: I’d like to offer a few words of introductory information. I had intended to write a short tale of ‘slam-bam’ forbidden ‘jailbait’ sex. My trouble was; I fell in love with the female character and I couldn’t allow her to be ‘fucked and forgotten’. So, what I ended up with here is a slow-told sex story which has an element of love mixed in with the lust. This story took on a life of its own and I found it hard to get out of it. Therefore, this tale is a little bit long. If you decide to read my erotic ‘novella’, thanks.

Little Debbie’s Girl Scout Cookies

(Part One) Cookies

Stepping from the shower, I caught a reflection of my nude body in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I’d always wished I was taller than my 5 foot 9 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular build of my masculine 30-year-old body.

Unconsciously, my eyes lingered for a minute on the stiffened erection between my legs. During my bath, my manhood had been swelling and getting harder. As a confirmed bachelor, I had no ‘serious’ lady in my life. I enjoyed ‘playing-the-field’ too much.

The only problem with living without a permanent lady in my life was the fact that I couldn’t get a piece of pussy any time I wanted. And, at this moment, I needed a sweet wet vagina in which to dip my pulsating erection. Hell, I guess I was going to have to settle for beating my meat!

Before I had a chance to begin this self-relieving task, I heard the insistent ring of my doorbell. Damnit, somebody was interrupting my plans for a little orgasmic release!

Aggravated, I threw a bathtowel around my waist, tucked it in below my bellybutton, and headed for the front door. If whoever it was ringing the bell minded being met by a half-naked man then tough-shit to them! They ought to have better manners than to disturb a man with a throbbing hard-on.

When I jerked open the door, I was met by a blustery blast of cold, late-fall wind. A whirlwind of a girl, a teenager dressed in a Girl Scout uniform, rushed inside and shut the door behind her. The shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the room and held her hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace.

“Oh Mr. Spencer, this feels so good,” she said. “I didn’t realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it was warm this morning! Don’t you know me, Sir? I’m Debbie Darling from down the street. I’m out taking orders for Girl Scout cookies. Do you want to get any of my cookies?”

Goddamn my horny, wicked soul to Hell, but my sex-stimulated mind took what the girl said and turned it into a ‘dirty’ thought. Yeah, some sweet, warm teenaged ‘cookies’ would taste mighty good right now!

Before I answered, my eyes made a quick visual inspection of my unexpected visitor. A badge-covered sash ran over one shoulder. A tan and green Girl Scout dress fit the girl like a ‘too-tight’ glove. It must have been a ‘last-years’ dress because the young female form was outgrowing it now. Feminine shapes and bulges stretched the fabric in several strategic places. The girl was short, perhaps a whole foot shorter than me. Slim legs peeked out below a green hem and ran down to knee socks. If I was a betting man, I’d bet she didn’t weigh over 90 pounds. Her brunette hair was a mop of curly locks which were so short they didn’t even touch her shoulders.

Finally, finding my voice, I answered, “Yes Debbie, I know you. I’ve seen you riding your bike around the neighborhood. I think I bought some cookies from you last year. But little girl, just when in the hell did you start ‘filling out’ so much? What are you, about 13 or so now?”

“No, I’m not 13!” the girl testily responded. “I’ll be 16 next week! And, for your information, Sir, I’m not a ‘little girl’! As to your other question, it seems like my body just up and decided to ‘pop out’ all over the place this past summer. I don’t know why it took so long to do it. I’ll be going for my driver’s license soon. But Sir, I didn’t come to talk about me. I came to sell cookies. Do you want to place an order?”

My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her information. “16 next week” is what she said. Why, 16 is the legal ‘age of consent’ in this state! My pretty little sexy neighborhood cookie-seller would be ‘jailbait’ for only one week more!

Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bathtowel around my waist. A lot of damn good this information would do me. Jailbait or not, that girl child would have no interest or attraction for a man of my advanced age. I’d bet she had a teenage boyfriend. What was it the kids use to say? Oh yeah, it was, “Never trust anyone over 30!”

Shaking my head in an effort to rid it of horny seduction thoughts, I answered the fascinating girl, “Yes little Debbie, I’d like some cookies. Could I get about ten dollars worth? Girl, I’m horn…hungry as hell and I hate waiting for special treats. Would you have any cookies I could eat right now?”

“Oh yes, Sir,” Debbie eagerly said. “I’ve got some sample boxes in my backpack. I can let you have ten dollars worth of chocolate mint cookies.”

While the girl rummaged in her pack, I stepped back into the bathroom and picked up my wallet. I gave a quick thought to slipping on my pants, but immediately discarded it. I had plans for a masturbating party real soon with thoughts of a sexy young Girl Scout occupying my mind.

Back in the living room, I noticed the boxes of cookies laid out on the coffee table. I dug a ten dollar bill from my wallet and handed it to the uniformed cookie salesgirl.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tax,” the girl apologetically said. “My Scout Leader told me to always remember the tax. It’s sixty cents more. Is that okay?”

Smiling, I answered, “Sure little Debbie, that’s fine. But, do you have change for a dollar bill. I don’t have any coins in my wallet and I don’t have any pockets in my towel.”

“I’ve noticed that,” the girl unintentionally blurted out. A crimson red blush immediately colored her face and her hands rushed to cover it. Demurely, she added, “Oh, I didn’t mean I was looking at your towel! Of course towels don’t have pockets! Tight-fitting towels like yours barely have enough room to cover a man’s big…!”

The girl’s face color reddened to a deeper shade of bashful blush. Turning away, she nervously dug into her purse and extracted some coins. She turned back and reached her trembling coin-filled hand towards me.

As I reached out to accept the change, Debbie’s unsteady fingers opened too soon and dropped the handful of coins onto the hardwood floor. The jingly-jangly coinage bounced and rolled all over the place.

Dropping to the floor, Debbie chased after coins. Her sexy young body made for such a delightful sight to watch that I too dropped down and began gathering the wayward change.

After capturing the last fugitive coin, the two of us stood back up. I soon discovered that my coin-chasing adventures had created a problem. My towel had loosened to the point that when I stood up straight the terrycloth garment had stayed on the floor. My upper body and my legs were now not the only parts of my body displayed in all its exposed erect glory. My thick, muscular cock was standing at naked attention!

“Oh my good god!” Debbie unexpectedly exclaimed. “Mr. Spencer, I now see why your towel was stretched out to the bursting point! Oh my goodness gracious, you had better cover that thing back up!”

I had never blushed in my life and I was determined to not do so now. But, I admitted to myself that I was a little embarrassed to have accidentally exposed my pulsating erection to an unsuspecting child.

Bending over, I snatched up the towel and rearranged it around my waist. “Debbie, girl I’m sorry!” I repentantly proclaimed. “Damn girl, I didn’t mean for this to happen and I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you!”

“Well, I’m not exactly ‘embarrassed’, I don’t think,” Debbie said warily. “It just happened so suddenly I was unprepared to see your…your ‘man-thing’. Mr. Spencer, what do you men prefer to call your ‘man-things’? I’ve heard all the slang words, but since I’ve never talked to a man or boy about it, I’m pretty much uninformed about things like that. I’ve never even had the ‘sex talk’ with my mother.”

A puzzling look covered my face, but I answered the question, “Girl, I prefer the word ‘cock’ as name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A ‘cock’ gets elongated and hard when it’s near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now because I’m so close to you. A girl of your age should know this. Debbie, surely a teenager as seductively sexy as you are, is not a virgin!”

“I most certainly am!” Debbie proudly announced. “I’m not about to let one of those ‘grabby-handed’ boys get their hands in my panties! Mom says I’m a ‘good girl’ and I intend to stay ‘good’ until I fall in love with a ‘special’ guy or get married.”

I forced a smile and then said something I didn’t really mean, “Good for you Debbie. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until the ‘right man’ comes along. Listen girl, why don’t you call me by my first name? Friends and Girl Scouts can call me ‘Jason’.”

“Okay, I will,” Debbie eagerly replied. “For some reason, I feel comfortable around you, Jason. Thanks for buying my cookies. I’d better go before the weather gets any colder.”

Debbie turned for the door and took two steps away from my comforting fire. “Wait!” I shouted. “Girl, it’s as cold as a witch’s tit out there, so let me give you a coat to wear home. I think I have an old high school jacket in the hallway closet.”

Debbie followed me into the hallway. I scrounged around searching for the jacket. Reaching up into the far, left corner shelf, I found the coat and pulled it out. Turning back, I handed it to the girl.

Debbie was giggling and pointing at a place below my waist. The stretching and tugging had once more loosened my towel and left it lying at my feet. My erection was again exposed. My rigid manhood was pointing straight as a compass at the girl’s smiling face.

“Hey Jason, I think you’re fighting a loosing battle with that bathtowel,” Debbie said in a giggly voice. “For all the good it’s doing you, why you might as well just leave it off! I’ve already seen your…your ‘cock’ so you have no reason to hide it from me. Mister, I wouldn’t bite you, even if I knew how.”

Grabbing up the towel from the floor, I followed the girl back down the hall to the warm living room. Following her suggestion, I didn’t wrap the cock-covering back around me. Watching her swaying young ass, I think my cock swelled to an even bigger size in length and girth.

“Let me help you get the coat on, Debbie,” I said. Instead of throwing the towel on the couch, I flipped it into a rolled up shape and hung it between my lower abdomen and my swollen erection. Several inches of my cockshaft stuck out through the cloth.

Mischievous devilment came over me and I teasingly said, “Hey girl, what do you think about my ‘towel rack’? I reckon a cock is a pretty useful thing for a man to have.”

Debbie sure was a giggly girl. She giggled merrily now and answered, “Well Jason, I think you have the nicest ‘towel rack’ I’ve ever seen. You’re right; it does seem to serve a ‘useful’ purpose. You’re also right about it being ‘pretty’. Why, I’ve never seen anything so nicely-shaped and beautiful in my life!”

Blushing from her awkward boldness, Debbie started putting the jacket on. Reaching out, I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The tips of my fingers brushed against her swelling bosom. For a girl with her slim, diminutive stature, Debbie’s chest seemed to be well-endowed with mounded female shapes. Firm feminine forms stretched the bodice of her Girl Scout dress. My fingers lingered and played a little longer than they should have.

“Debbie,” I impulsively said. “Speaking of ‘racks’, why young lady you don’t seem to be doing too shabbily in that area yourself! You really fill out your dress nicely!”

Blushing and giggling again, Debbie shyly said, “Thank you, Jason. I think that’s the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me. My nipples are getting all ‘tingly’ and hard. Oh god, I didn’t mean to say that out loud! Now, you’ll think I’m a ‘bad’ girl.”

“Like hell, I will!” I exclaimed. “I don’t think any such thing! Having your nipples get tingly and hard is just a natural bodily function if a young woman is ‘sexually’ aroused. I feel kind of proud of myself that I can arouse such a response to my touch. Young lady, you’re making my cock hard, horny, and tingly too! This doesn’t make either one of us ‘bad’.”

Unexpectedly, Debbie stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Her slim hands lay against my nude chest. “Jason,” she whispered. “Thank you for making me feel so relaxed and comfortable in the presence of a naked man. I think I can tell you a secret. In a way, I kinda wish I was just a little bit ‘bad’. If I was, I’d…I’d…”

Instead of saying more, Debbie allowed her fingers to slowly feel their way down my chest and belly. She pulled my towel off its erect cock-rack, put it to her face, and breathed in the masculine scent imbedded within.

Suddenly, the ‘always prepared’ Girl Scout found herself in a situation she was ‘not’ prepared for. Pulling away, Debbie stuffed the male-scented towel into her cookie-filled backpack.

With her back towards me, the innocent girl-woman did something incredibly impulsive. She reached her hands under her uniform dress and slipped her panties down over her legs, her knee socks, and her shoe-covered feet.

Turning back to face me, the girl twisted her slightly-damp panties into a roll and hung them over the elongated rod which had been holding my towel. Throwing her hands around my neck, Debbie once more stood tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She whispered anxiously, “Jason, forgive me, but I’m taking your smell with me, so I’m leaving mine with you. I think your cock makes a fine ‘panty-rack’, too!”

Before I could recover my astonished wits, Debbie’s voice sternly instructed, “Jason, please don’t say anything. Just kiss me the way a man kisses a woman and then let me run away from the temptation I feel for you!”

Stooping slightly, I ran my hands under the girl’s uniform hem. I grabbed two hands full of firm panty-less Girl Scout ass and lifted a featherweight feminine body up enough for our kiss-hungry mouths to collide. I felt the sweet surrender of Debbie’s female passion run from my head to my toes.

Debbie’s lips and mine relinquish all self-disciplined restraint. Moist tongues licked slippery mouths, dueled and teased with awakening love, and mouth-fucked in a confirmation of undeniable lust.

Debbie’s sock-covered legs encircled my thighs. As I pulled her closer, her dress hiked higher and I felt wetness touching my cockshaft. Drippy feminine moisture was leaking from the pussy pressed against my erection.

This girl’s body was so light in weight I could have stood there holding her in my arms all day. Instinct propelled me to lift her into a position where her pussy was situated directly above my swollen manhood.

Sticky wet inner pussy lips kissed my cockhead. A river of vaginal fluid washed over my cockshaft and bathed it in hot, slippery penile lubrication. Mother Nature’s call was demanding a carnal conjoining of a cunt and a cock.

My rationalizing mind was silently screaming, “Don’t do it! Don’t fuck this ‘jailbait’ girl! Wait, wait, wait at least one more week until she turns 16. Oh god, this virginal young lady doesn’t even know what is happening!”

Debbie must have known more than I was giving her credit for. She allowed her body to slip down until her warm inner pussy lips were wrapped around the head of my cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her virginal hymen to be touched and stretched by the swollen cock intruder.

By raising and lowering her body no more than an inch at a time, Debbie was able to test the strength of her protective virginal membrane without breaking it. Pussy muscles squeezed and contracted around the cockhead in an age-old mating welcome.

Didn’t this naive girl-child-woman know she was playing with fire? Didn’t she know she was getting perilously close to getting her sweet ass burned and her innocence incinerated?

Heated, pulsating blood raced though pussy veins and cock veins alike. Male and female cum-juices were bubbling and boiling. “Oh god, Debbie!” I huskily moaned. “Damnit girl, if we don’t stop now, we might not be able to later! Didn’t you say you were saving yourself for a ‘special’ man?”

“I did say that,” Debbie replied. “And, Mister, that’s just what I‘ve done! Oh Jason, hold me tight and don’t let go even if I scream!”

Without warning, Debbie raised herself up almost to the point of loosing contact with the cockshaft touching her body so intimately. Quickly, she lowered herself back down and impaled her entire vaginal cavity onto my stiffened, swollen erection.

True to her premonition, Debbie did scream. Her hymen was split asunder and her piercing wail echoed off the walls. Keeping my promise, I held the girl tightly. It was too damn late to stop anything now!

With hot virgin blood now aiding in lubrication, I held onto Debbie’s firm ass and bounced her young body up and down like one of those rubber tether-balls attached to a paddle. In this case, Debbie’s pussy was the ball and my cock was the paddle.

I repeatedly bounced and paddled the sweet young pussy up and down upon my deep-penetrating cockshaft. Hot-blooded testicle cream was begging to be released from its ball-sack confinement. I knew I would start cumming soon.

In this race for cum-shooting release, Debbie beat me to the finish line. The young feminine body which had never felt the touch of a man’s cock was now spraying the erect man-shaft with a blistering mist of female cum.

Despite the thickness of her jacket, I could feel Debbie’s heartbeat pounding against my naked chest. I could feel her pussy’s racing pulse-beat all along my erection’s elongated length. Whimpering cries stole the girl’s breath away. Breathtaking orgasms overpowered all her other senses and she moaned with overwhelming joyful lust.

Without awaiting my permission, my pussy-drowning cock went ahead and released a pressurized load of pent-up man-cum. Thick globs of semen and sperm shot into Debbie’s sweltering wet vaginal void.

Pussy muscles constricted against my meaty erection. Squeezing vaginal contractions milked my cockshaft. Euphoric, earth-quaking orgasms rattled and shook my world.

As my heated cock cream filled Debbie’s pussy, she began knowing the thrill of multiple orgasms. This young woman’s virgin-busted vaginal hole wasn’t spacious enough to hold a swollen chunk of man-meat ‘and’ the heaping servings of thick cum-gravy too. Squishy, squashy squirts of excess male and female fluids spurted out and coated both of our sex-enraged pubic loins.

Debbie’s tight, teenaged pussy begged my cock for more and more. My mind told me that ‘biologically’ I had no more to give. Yet, incredibly, my love and lust inspired body contradicted the rules of biology. My seminal reservoir was not yet depleted of all its natural orgasmic liquids.

I began cumming into my sweet Girl Scout lover’s slippery pussy again. If I had breath to spare, I would have squealed with orgasmic delight. I held onto the ass of the girl riding my cock and allowed the victory of orgasms to sweep my mind and body into a netherworld of bliss.

Debbie’ teeth biting into my shoulder let me know she was cumming again, too. From out of nowhere, she found a breath of air. This ‘once-virginal’ young lady allowed wanton ‘unladylike’ squeals of joy and whines of pleasure to peal out loudly.

At long last, panting moans and whimpering cries began fading away. Debbie’s arms held onto my neck with the seeming intention of never letting go. I too held onto the young female in my arms with no immediate plans of ever letting her go.

The room became quiet, so quiet that long-ignored sounds could now be heard. Debbie and I could hear the crackling of burning logs in my fireplace. We heard a drip, drip, dripping sound and recognized it as the dropping of orgasm-fluids onto the hardwood floor beneath us. Our lust-sated loins were leaking excess male and female cum, vaginal lubricants, and virginal blood.

Breaking the comforting sounds of silence, Debbie whispered, “Jason, do you believe in love at first sight? Oh, I do because I love you! There is an older ‘country’ song I’ve heard my mom listen to. I remember some of the lyrics which say this, ‘If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right.’ Oh Jason, the love I have for you feels so ‘right’ it just can’t be ‘wrong’! What do you think?”

“Debbie Darling you have an appropriate last name,” I answered. “You have become the ‘darling’ young lover who has brought love and joy to my life. Honey, yes I feel love for you too, but ‘young’ lady there is another old song I remember. The song says this, ‘Go away little girl. You’re hurting me more each moment you delay. But, when you’re near me like this, you’re must too hard to resist. So, go away little girl before I beg you to stay.’ So, Debbie my darling love, perhaps you should go away for awhile and let us think about this.”

Warm, wet tears dropped from Debbie’s eyes and dripped on my shoulders and chest. Reluctantly, her arms loosened from my neck. She slid her body down mine and stood on the floor. Picking up her Girl Scout backpack, she ran for the door and jerked it open.

Looking back, she passionately said, “Jason, I’m not a ‘little girl’ and from what you just did to me, you damn well know it! Mister, one of these days, you will ‘beg me to stay’! And, I will.”

Without closing the door, Debbie ran out into the blustery cold. Reaching for the doorknob, I looked out. The skies were darkening and snow was now covering the ground. Several droplets of virgin blood lay on the pristine whiteness.

Oh god, the girl should have cleaned up a little before leaving. She could have least put on her panties. Looking down, I suddenly became aware of the feminine undergarment still hanging on its cock-rack.

Closing the door, I held Debbie’s panties up in the flickering firelight. Just like my shrinking cock, the sheer, lacy underwear was soaking wet from drippy cum and blood. I knew these panties would require several washing in order to prevent permanent staining. But no, I wasn’t going to wash them at all. I was going to keep them ‘as is’ as a reminder of this day.

Hanging the girlie-girl panties near the fire to dry, I thought about how strange it was that I had dipped my cock into a pussy I hadn’t even seen. Why, come to think of it, I hadn’t seen any of that sweet Girl Scout’s body except for her hair, her pretty face, and a glimpse of her tantalizingly seductive slim legs!

Laughing at myself, I said aloud, “I guess that’s what you call putting your ‘cock’ before the horse!”

(Part Two) Hot Chocolate

The late afternoon and early evening hours dragged on uneventfully. I had bathed and put on a dark wool shirt and faded jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout’s lips and the feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock.

I suppose I ate too many cookies so my supper was just a hurried snack of thrown-together leftovers. About 7 o’clock, I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to the living room to stir up the embers in the fireplace. I threw a few logs in and soon had a cozy warm fire heating and lighting the room.

Curiosity led me to flip on the front porch light and take a look at the weather through the front door’s ice-covered windowpane. Huge flakes of fluffy snow were falling like windswept feathers from the darkened sky. Several inches were already covering the ground.

Suddenly, my peering eyes caught a glimpse of a hat and coat-covered figure trudging through the snow on a heading straight towards my door. The short stature of the struggling person made my heart leap with hopeful anticipation. If my instincts were right, my young Girl Scout lover was returning like a thief to the scene of an afternoon crime.

When I cracked the door open, the snow-covered apparition rushed inside and headed straight for the warmth of the fire. Throwing a backpack in a chair, my visitor removed gloves and then snatched off a sock hat and a long scarf.

A fly-away mop of curly brunette hair confirmed my suspicions that my Little Debbie had indeed returned to me. “Hi Jason,” she breathlessly said. “Goodness gracious, I didn’t realize it was so ‘wintry’ outside!”

Although I was elated beyond belief to have my teen love back in my home, I couldn’t stop myself from admonishing her. “Damnit Debbie!” my unbidden words said. “I thought I told you to ‘go away little girl’ until we had time to think things out!”

“Hold onto your horses, Mister,” Debbie retorted. “I didn’t come back to stir up trouble. I’ve brought your jacket back to you. I’ll leave when I get warmed up. Okay?”

Digging into her backpack, Debbie drew out my jacket and tossed it to me. Throwing the coat aside, I grabbed the girl and jerked her into my arms. “No young lady, it’s not ‘okay’!” I answered forcibly. “You’re staying for a while! If I need to, I’ll do what you said I would someday say. I’ll ‘beg you to stay’! Now, take off your coat and your wet shoes and socks, please.”

Stepping away from me, the obedient teenager shrugged her shoulders and then removed her coat. When my astonished eyes realized what this girl had on beneath her outerwear, I just about peed in my pants!

Long gone was the tight-fitting Girl Scout uniform. In its place the girl wore a pair of ragged, baggy ‘bib’ overalls. She had on no shirt! She had on no bra! And, if I were to guess, I’d guess she had on no panties!

Debbie stood flatfooted and then bent over at the waist. She began pulling off her snow-wet shoes and socks. Without the confinement and support of a bra, this girl-woman’s breasts fell down and strained against the barely-concealable covering of her bib top. The twin thin straps crossing over her bare shoulders were the only mechanical supports keeping the boobs from escaping completely.

For a young lady of such a slim and diminutive stature, her tits seemed to be enormously over-proportioned. I never was a fella who kept up with the technicalities of boob-cup size. I usually used a more objective measurement. I’d say Debbie’s breasts were about the size and shape of a couple of Sunshine State grapefruits on an overdose of steroids.

At the moment, those dangly mesmerizing melons were swinging to and fro in the firelight’s glow. As they swayed, jutting nickel sized dark-pink nipples flashed out from their bib covering. Two inch pale-pink areolas framed the nubile nubs.

“Goddamnit Debbie!” I suddenly announced. “I thought you just said you didn’t come here to ‘stir up trouble’! Hell girl, a female with exposed tits like those is going to get plenty of ‘trouble’ coming her way!”

Debbie smiled, grabbed her Girl Scout backpack, and took a seat on the floor near the fire. “Jason, my dear,” she teasingly scolded. “Mister, I have on more clothes than you had on when you greeted me at the door earlier today! Hey Honey, guess what? Sit down because I have a surprise for you.”

Giving in to undeniable temptation, I sat on the floor. Digging into her pack, Debbie removed a covered Tupperware container, a stainless steel thermos, and two mugs.

“I suppose you’ve had supper?” the girl questioned rhetorically. “I bet you haven’t had dessert. You know what? I’ve been thinking about you for hours, so I baked you some ‘homemade’ cookies and made you some ‘homemade’ hot chocolate. Want some?”

At first, I didn’t answer. My eyes were glued to the exposed expanse of uncovered female flesh. The bib straps did little to conceal a flawless naked back and a set of curvaceous shoulders. I moved my position on the floor so I could get the swollen erection bulging inside my pants straightened out.

“Debbie, in truth, I haven’t had dessert,” I managed to say. “Now, aren’t you the little domesticated lady making ‘homemade’ cookies and hot chocolate for my dessert?”

Laying out her bounty, Debbie winked at me and mischievously teased, “Oh Jason, the milk and chocolate are just and ‘appetizer’. Here is what I really brought for you to ‘eat’ for a dessert treat.”

Slim fingers flipped the bib straps loose from their buttons. The bib top fell into the girl’s lap. This young woman’s tantalizing pair of ponderous boobs burst out and swung as free as a couple of over-ripe pendulum nectarines hanging heavy on a fruit tree.

Just as my startled eyes were adjusting to the majesty of this sight, the wickedly wondrous woman-child stuck her hands into the sides of her overalls and slid them down over her butt, her legs, and her feet. Confirming my suspicions, she had on no panties.

Blushing shyly, the nude teenager scooted across to me and plopped her young ass in my lap. “Jason, I guess I wasn’t completely truthful about ‘stirring up trouble’,” Debbie whispered. “I suppose I’m hoping you’ll ‘make love’ to me again and if you did I wanted to be naked myself.”

“Oh god, Jason, please don’t think of me as a wickedly wanton ‘hussy’!” Debbie hastily added. “But Mister, I love you and if you wanted to ‘fuck’ me again then I’d really like you to. Of course now, if you want me to ‘go away’ again, I will. Do you?”

I suppose it was my own damn fault for awakening the sleeping passion in this sexy young woman. This conniving vixen had boxed me into an inescapable lust and love trap. She was using her feminine wiles in a seductive entrapment scheme.

My voiced boomed, “Damn your sweet sexy young ass, girl if you try to ‘go away’ now, I’ll throw you on the floor and rape the hell out of you! Hell, I think I’ll savagely attack you anyway! If you want me to ‘eat’ you for a treat, then ‘eat’ you, I will!”

Soft, luscious lips became the first victims of my desire. I kissed my Girl Scout lover with lust-inspired love. I was so fanatically aroused I fucked her mouth with my stiffened saliva-coated tongue. Somewhere in the back of my kiss-hungry mind I realized that Debbie was tongue-fucking my mouth, too.

Debbie’s fingers were tugging at the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the shirt was off and lying atop her bib overalls. My pants, underwear, shoes, and socks joined the heaping pile of clothing.

I’d made the mistake of getting my cock before the ‘fucking-horse’ earlier this day. I was determined not to repeat the error of my ways. Before I did any fucking this night, I was going to do a lot of looking at tender young female flesh and I was going to have a feast of eating.

Pushing Debbie down flat on the floor in front of the fireplace, I gazed in awe at the splendid beauty of her unblemished teenaged body. Her big-boobed breasts had flattened out a bit. Her abdomen was a smooth expanse of slim, flawless flesh. Short, slender legs stretched out seductively. And there, right between the ‘V’ of my love’s legs was a sparse bush of thin pubic hair only slightly concealing a swollen mound of erotically exciting female pussy.

Without waiting a second longer, I bent over, spread the girl’s legs wide, and attacked the tender young pussy staring me in the face. I viciously kissed the soft skin of her bush-covered pussy mound. I kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to her pussy lips.

I spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the girl’s clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid ‘girlie-girl’ treasure. Debbie’s teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept his ferocious oral assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored the young cunt with the spit-wet slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth.

Sexually stimulated, pussy-hungry, and horny beyond belief, I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to Debbie’s vaginal hole. This girl had reached the full age of puberty so her young female body produced an abundance of feminine moisture. I licked and lapped all the wetness I could get. Debbie was whimpering wantonly and sighing contently.

I ate my young lover’s cunt with the appetite of a pussy-starved man. Sweet, warm, wet vaginal flesh was mine to consume with all the wicked debauchery of a man gleefully possessed by bedeviling lust.

With this same unfettered lust, I assaulted Debbie’s breasts. These delectable orbs and their nipple-topped pink buds fell victim to my untamed oral mauling. The skin of my face had been clean-shaven a few hours ago, but enough stubble had now grown out to scratch and scrape the tender tittie flesh. With the same reasoning as a dog would pee on a tree, I deliberately marked the unblemished breast skin as a sign of territorial acquisition and ownership.

Stopping to gaze at Debbie’s stubble-scratched breasts, I couldn’t help but imagine the quantity of baby-nourishing milk these wondrous mammary jugs could hold. If she were to become a mother of my baby, then I knew the child would be well-fed.

Abruptly, I ended this violent oral onslaught on my lover’s body. After pressing my lips to Debbie’s in a deep, love-obsessed kiss, I bodily scooped her up from the floor with my muscular arms and carried her featherweight body to my bed.

Although this girl was technically ‘jailbait’, she had giving her willing consent to being fucked again. So, curse my wicked soul to hell or jail, that’s what I would do to her! I pitched her pretty, silky-smooth, female body into the center of my bed. I climbed into the bed above my love, spread her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her dripping wet, feminine glory hole.

With the breeding urges of a domineering ‘stallion’, I mounted my in-heat ‘filly’ with all the uncontrollable, animalistic desires of a wild, feral animal mating. There was nothing romantic about this carnal coupling. With the insemination instincts of a wild creature, I fucked Debbie.

Nothing romantic about this coupling…? Well hell, I realized with this mating that I loved this young woman and she loved me! Our ‘bareback’ sex seemed to be emphasizing the depth of loving commitment we were willing to take. Throwing caution to the wind, we seemed to be subconsciously saying, “If ‘we’ get pregnant, then so be it!”

Putting thoughts of pregnancy aside, my cock parted my woman’s pubic bush and sank deep into her bottomless, sweltering hot vaginal cavity. Debbie’s pussy accepted the welcomed intruder and urged it to do its duty with all deliberate haste.

Debbie felt my elongated, swollen shaft pounding into her pussy with jackhammer strokes which penetrated deep into her innermost feminine sanctuary. After only a little while, she felt the beginnings of orgasmic fire being conceived. Just as she’d hoped, the flames gave birth to the wildest, most intense orgasms she’d ever had. She gloried in the ecstatic, euphoric majesty of it.

My body too was reveling in the delightful exhilaration of powerful, cock-quaking orgasms. My masculine loins quivered, shuddered, and shook. My pulsating penile rod began spewing forth torrents of slippery, milky-white seminal cream. I grunted and groaned with the guttural sounds of a man overwhelmed by orgasmic forces stealing away his mind, body, and soul.

My steaming seminal cream was filling Debbie’s pussy and triggering the birth of another round of enormous orgasms. Multiple orgasmic births followed in the wake of those before. This young woman’s body sprayed her forbidden lover’s loins with all the feminine cum she had in her body.

Time lost its meaning as my cock and Debbie’s pussy joined together in a race for orgasmic rapture. The end didn’t come quickly. Time slowed to a crawl as a man and a woman’s joyful bliss continued for an eternity and then gradually subsided. The two of us lay in each others arms and basked in the warming comfort of sexual afterglow.

Debbie cuddled tight against me and softly whispered, “Jason, I’m a cummy, slimy mess and my pussy is so sore I’m not sure if I can walk. But, can we take a hot bath and then do this again before I have to go home?”

After kissing my young Girl Scout lover, I lifted her into my arms. I made a detour on the way to the bathroom. Back in the living room, Debbie scooped up the homemade cookies and hot chocolate.

(Part Three) Hot Bath and Bedtime Cookies

Debbie and I had a leisurely bath in my jacuzzi tub. We kissed, we fondled, and we tickled and teased. My delightful Girl Scout lover became infatuated with my recovering erection.

“Jason?” she demurely asked as we dried each other off. “I’m not sure how to do it, but will you let me ‘eat’ your cock like you ate my pussy? Can we finish our cookies in bed? Mister, you wouldn’t kick me out of your bed if I were to spill some cookie crumbs, would you?”

Without answering, I snapped my towel and towel-whipped Debbie’s shapely, pretty little ass all the way from the bathroom to my bed. The giggling girl laughed merrily, jumped under the covers, and waited with excited anticipation.

As I stood by the bed, Debbie’s female form emerged from under the covers.
Without warning, she reached out with her small, feminine hands, grabbed my cock and began to play with a skill born of instinct.

This teenager’s short fingers couldn’t quite completely encircle my swollen shaft, yet she played and fondled energetically. Not one inch of my blood-engorged meat went untouched. My balls were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fidgeting fingers ran through my pubic hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Debbie’s voice heatedly declared, “Oh god Mister, your cock’s more wonderful to play with than I imagined it would be! Jason, I’m going to kiss and suck it now.”

And that’s just what she did. Debbie began kissing my meaty, hard shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of cock-hungry desire. The girl’s lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of my cock ‘accidentally’ slipped into her mouth. She licked and sucked the mouthful of meat with an inexperienced zest.

I immediately knew this was Debbie’s first cock-sucking rodeo. She was tentatively sucking with a novice’s skill. Female intuition guided her actions. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on. Before I knew it, her head was bobbing up and down on my spit-lubricated shaft. My wet cock was disappearing deeper and deeper into the girl’s tight, young mouth. The sensual sensations overwhelming me felt unbelievably good!

Debbie’s mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with cocksucking enjoyment. My swollen manhood was imbedded deep into the girl’s cock-hungry oral cavity and she was refusing to let go of it. This young lady had an unusually long, serpentine-like tongue which flicked and licked with venomous fire. This wicked, viperous tongue-snake coiled around the man-meat it was so intent upon devouring.

My fingers dug viciously into Debbie’s curly hair and attempted to pull her head away from my dangerously imperiled manhood. My cock-crazed young lover had sucked my shaft deep into her throat and was now chewing my meat with biting, razor-sharp teeth.

Paying no attention to the hair-pulling pain, Debbie ravenously ate the meat in her mouth. Looking down, I saw the fingers of one of her hands buried inside her drippy wet pussy. The girl was fingering herself to orgasm using my cock as a stimulus.

In defense of my teeth-scared cockshaft, I slapped the cock-frantic girl’s face with a stinging blow to one cheek. When the over-enthusiastic female sex fiend finally let go of my inflamed, rigid rod, I threw her back on the bed and jumped astride her. I curtly said, “Damnit lady, if you want an orgasm, I’ll give it to you ‘man style!”

I didn’t believe my masculine body had a single drop of testicle fluid left in it, but as soon as my suck-stimulated erection entered Debbie’s sweltering hot pussy oven, I started cumming. Whatever seminal cream my body had left was now orgasmically deposited inside my sweet love’s vaginal vault.

Debbie’s tight pussy welcomed its pulsating penile partner to come in and make itself at home. Slippery feminine cum began bathing the penetrating cockshaft as soon as it entered. Female orgasms once more made her young woman’s body glory in the elation and thrill of lust and love.

This being our third sexual coupling since early afternoon, our mutual orgasms weren’t as strong or long-lasting as previous ones. Nevertheless, we joyfully celebrated our newfound bond of awakened love. There atop cum-soaked sheets we two exhausted lovers fell asleep in each others arms.

(Part Four) A Mother’s Blessings

A blast of window-rattling wind awakened us. A quick look at the clock told me it was late. It was too damn late for a ‘jailbait’ teen to be out cavorting with the horny older bachelor who lived down the street!

“Oh shit, Debbie!” I worriedly said. “Good god girl, we’d better get your sweet ass home before the law comes looking for me!”

As I reached for my pants, the telephone beside the bed started ringing. Apprehensively, I reached out, punched the speakerphone button, and answered, “Hello.”

“Jason, have you been watching the weather?” and unfamiliar voice said. “Over a foot of snow has fallen since my daughter headed over to your house with her cookies and hot chocolate! The wind is howling and the temperature is well below freezing.”

Oh sweet lord, it was Debbie’s mother calling! How in the hell did she know where to call! As if reading my mind, the woman on the phone said, “Jason, I caught Debbie in her virgin blood and cum-soaked Girl Scout dress earlier today. She confessed her ‘sins’ to me.”

In the back of my mind, I could hear the police sirens coming. My asshole contracted with the thoughts of ‘big bubba’ making me his prison cell slave.

“Listen here, Jason,” the phone voice said. “I don’t want you to let my girl come out in this dangerous storm. Just keep her there with you tonight and try to get her home sometime tomorrow.”

My confused mind was attempting to adjust to the words spoken by the mother of my young lover. Yet, before I had time to think, she spoke again, “You’re a nice man, Jason, so I’m not going to put up much of a fuss about you fucking my daughter. I suppose she’s ‘big enough’ so she’s ‘old enough’ for sex with a man. But, I want you to know that there won’t be anymore ‘all-night’ sleepovers until she turns 16 next week! And you’d better know one more thing, Mister. If you ‘do the crime’ of getting her pregnant then you’d better be prepared to ‘do the time’ as a husband and father!”

Abruptly, the speakerphone went silent. Shaking my head with stunned amazement, I looked at the smiling face of my Girl Scout lover. “Jason, don’t you think my mom has some pretty liberal ideas about sex?” she asked. “I surely don’t mind though, do you? Hey, have you got some popcorn we can pop in the fire? I’d like a snack before we settle down to sleep.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” she added. “If you’re planning on sticking that cock of yours into my pussy again tonight, as I hope you are, then you’d better plan on carrying me home tomorrow. As I told you, I’m already so sore I can hardly walk. I’m going to find that popcorn in the kitchen.”

Debbie climbed over me to head for the kitchen. At the sight of her sweet nude ass, my sleeping cock awakened and swelled to an excited erection. The sleep we’d had was just enough rest for my manhood to build up its pussy-penetrating horniness. Without putting on my clothes, I chased after the naked cockteaser.

Debbie rummaged around and found the popcorn and a tubful of butter. But, her plans for popping were delayed when I lifted her petite young body and laid it on the kitchen table. After dipping my cockshaft deep into the greasy tub of buttery lubrication, I plunged the grease-slippery erection into my woman’s cock-sore pussy.

The slick, buttery lubricant worked magnificently well. I heard no complaints of painful soreness as I plunged my manhood into Debbie’s cock-stretched maidenhood. She didn’t even cry as my hands played with the swollen mounds of her suck-sore nipples and tits.

An old tick-ticking mantle clock’s ticks kept pace with the rhythm of a cock and a pussy enthusiastically conjoining as one in the time-stopping joy of orgasmic pleasure. Despite the slippery assistance of the thick, buttery lubricant, frictional fires were ignited and burned passionately.

This turned out to be just a speedy kitchen ‘quickie’ with lots of hurried, delightful thrills. Debbie and I knew we had all night for another long, slow session of ‘lovemaking’.

Debbie and I eventually had our corn-popped snack. We basked in the glow of firelight and felt no shame in our shared nudity. Later, we fell asleep well-fed with cookies, hot chocolate, and popcorn. The fierce snowstorm awakened us about halfway into the night. A feeling of ‘honeymoon’ lust was again arousing both of us. As the storm raged outside, we made impassioned love.

I carried my Girl Scout lover home about noon the next day. I suppose she had good reason for her pussy to be plenty sore, but I heard not one feminine complaint. I now had to make it past six more days before my secret ‘jailbait’ lover and I could publicly allow our lust and love to be discovered.

Oh well, I suppose I could ‘do the time’ because I sure was enjoying ‘doing the crime’!
91 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-03-19 03:59:22
Sexy story ... Really very amazing ... Read it for 6 times but still feels amazingly horny .. I came 4 time while reading and then had sex with my 16 yo gf

Anonymous readerReport

2014-03-12 04:03:24
Great story came 2 times reading it.

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2014-02-13 22:42:56
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anonymous readerReport

2013-01-01 21:47:39
What makes the title of this story even better is that Little Debbie makes cookies

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2012-10-05 11:15:13
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