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Introduction:

The young girl follows our hero home
Chapter 2

What the hell was I going to do? How did she figure out where I lived? Where were the cop cars with the officers ready to haul me away?
Cautiously, I opened the door after she knocked a second time.
“Um, hi,” I said, brilliant conversationalist I am.
“I Googled your phone number,” she said. “Can I come in?”
Looking around once more for the police I was sure couldn’t be far behind, I stepped back from the door. When I got home, I’d changed into a pair of baggy cotton shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts did nothing to conceal the rampant organ threatening to tear its way out.
She giggled as I closed the door, not in the cruel way most teenage girls perfect by the time they enter puberty. It was more of a shy chuckle as she looked at the bulge in my shorts, her nipples hardening again and poking through the thin material of her shirt, this time without the benefit of the bra she’d been wearing at the restaurant to mediate the protrusions.
“Um,” she said, pointing at my groin. “Is that for me?”
I just stood there with my mouth open, in shock. You’re dreaming, dummy, I tried to tell myself. This kind of shit just doesn’t happen. Braless teenage girls just don’t show up at your door, seeking your cock.
“Uhhh . . .,” I stammered. “Who are you?”
“Oh, sorry,” she grinned, putting her hand out. “I’m Ashley. I’m 15, I reeeeally love sex and I really, really like older guys. You’re cute.”
I shook her hand, my mind absolutely refusing to work at anything above a base, animal level. My cock, if anything, grew harder at the touch of her cool, soft hand. I imagined that tiny appendage wrapped around my cock as it spewed a load of hot cream across her young, upturned face.
“Hi,” I said.
“Cool apartment,” Ashley said. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I just stared at her.
“Huh?” I said.
“You’re bedroom, silly,” she said, her lips splitting in an even bigger grin that again revealed the braces on her teeth with tiny, blue rubber bands on them. “You know, the room you fuck in.”
“Excuse me,” I said.
I opened the door again, taking a quick look outside. I closed and locked it before looking her in the face again.
“What were you looking for?” she asked.
“The cameras, the cops or the ambulance,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“The cameras and cops that mean I’m busted, or the ambulance that tells me I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I said.
She giggled again. It made her look even more like the little girl she was.
“You’re cute,” she said, reaching out and grasping my cock through my shorts.
She dropped to her knees right there in front of my door, her eyes never leaving mine as she kneaded the hard rod of flesh in her hand. Her other hand came up, grasped the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down around my ankles. My 8-inch, rock-hard, thick cock sprang free, directly in front of her face and pointed at her now-open mouth.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped. “You’re huge!”
Without another word, her mouth closed around my staff, her tongue immediately going to work on the sensitive ridge just behind the head. My hips bucked forward, driving more of my cock into the hot, wet cavern of her sucking mouth, as I collapsed back into the door.
She moaned as she started bobbing her head back and forth, taking more of my shaft with each stroke. Despite the massive cum I’d jerked out of my cock earlier, I could feel myself quickly reaching the point of no return.
Ashley obviously sensed it also. She stopped and climbed to her feet, wiping a small trickle of saliva — or was it precum — that had run down her chin with the back of her hand.
“So, where’s your bedroom again?” she asked.
Mutely, I pointed to the stairs behind her. She looked, grinned again, then turned and scampered up the stairs.
“Hurry up,” she said. “Oh, you got any rope?”
“Um, yeah,” I called back. “Be right there.”
Automatically, I walked into the kitchen, opened the pantry and pulled out two packages of soft, cotton cord. Tearing them open as I went, I headed up the stairs toward my bedroom. Briefly, I detoured into my office across the hall to grab my digital camera.
“Where are you going?” she called out.
“Keep your shirt on,” I said, apparently louder than I intended.
“Too late,” she replied, laughing, as I walked out of the office and across the hall to the bedroom.
There she was, sitting on my bed, wearing just her shorts and a pair of little red tennis shoes. The button and zipper on her shorts were undone, revealing the thin, delicate hint of pubes I’d gotten a glimpse of at the restaurant. She grinned again as she saw the rope and camera in my hands.
I was coming back to myself, once the initial shock of what was happening wore off. I’m basically a very dominant person, both in business and sexually. Once my mind started working again, I decided to let that side of my personality have free reign.
“Put your shirt back on,” I told her, dropping the rope on the bed beside her. “We’re going to start with a few photos.”
“OK,” she said as she reached for the discarded garment.
She pulled it over her head, and then looked at me expectantly. Obviously, here was a girl who liked to be dominated.
I guided her to lie back on the bed and start rubbing her body. At this point, my cat jumped on the bed, his naturally curious nature leading him to explore this previously unknown person. He head-bumped against her leg, making her giggle.
“Oh, hello kitty,” she said as she reached out to stroke his fine gray fur. “You’re a pretty kitty. What’s your name?”
“That’s Max,” I told her. “He’s a spoiled brat. He has to stick his nose into everything.”
“That’s alright,” she said with a grin, continuing to stroke Max’s furry ears. “I am, too. A spoiled brat, I mean.”
After shooing him out of the room, I closed the door. I didn’t need him interfering with what I had in mind. I instructed Ashley to stand and slowly strip while I settled in to take pictures.
Her shirt came off first, revealing her medium-sized, and perky round tits. They were capped with slightly puffy nipples that were rock hard, just a shade darker than the surrounding flesh. Her breasts showed a definite tan line where an extremely tiny bikini top had concealed the flesh from the sun.
“Now the shoes,” I said. “Then, lay back and play with your boobs.”
She complied. Her shoes hit the floor and she leaned back into the pillows, her hands sliding slowly up her sides to caress the delicate swell of her tits, one in each hand. A deep groan escaped her lips as her fingertips grazed the protuberances of her nipples.
“There a 34B,” she moaned. “Do you like them, daddy?”
Daddy, I thought. Well, there’s certainly some issues there we might have to explore.
“They’re beautiful, baby,” I told her. “Daddy likes them very much. Can you suck on your nipples for daddy?”
She grinned, cupped her tits and pulled them toward her mouth. Her little pink tongue, so much like a cat’s, slid from between her glossy lips. Her body jerked as she swiped it across the swollen tip.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Never done that before. That’s fun!”
She attacked both her tits, one after the other, with gusto. She was like a kid with a new toy. Her hips were undulating, thrusting against air, as she grew more and more aroused with her own ministrations.
Ashley groaned constantly now as I continued taking photos. I wondered if she could bring herself off just by sucking her own tits when it happened. Her body locked, her hips coming off the bed, her lips stretching right breast away from her body while she pinched and pulled on the left.
She released the tortured nipple and jammed her free hand between her legs, gripping and rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. Her hand was a blur, grinding the rough material of her pants into her most delicate flesh. Her hips flexed and relaxed, pounding at the air
Then she just exploded, a massive orgasm wracking her teenage body. Her pussy must have sprayed cum, because the cloth of her shorts was suddenly soaked, darkening between her legs as if she’d peed herself.
As quickly as it started, her cum subsided. She collapsed onto the bed, her body a quaking, quivering mass of post-orgasmic pleasure.
“God, I knew I liked having my boobies sucked,” she gasped. “But, I’d never done it myself before. That was, like, really hot!”
“Yeah,” I said, my turn to chuckle. “It looked pretty hot from here.”
She was limp as a rag doll, but she managed to finish stripping off her shorts. Naked now, she laid on the bed, glistening with sweat, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath.
“Gimme your cock,” she moaned as her hand crept back between her thighs.
“Later,” I said.
I reached out and took her hand. I pulled Ashley to her feet and led her toward the bathroom. She smiled, and sat on the toilet. She peed as I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
“Climb in,” I said when the water was warm enough.
She got under the water and let it run over her head. She made a minor adjustment to the temperature, grabbed the soap and began washing herself. I took a couple of pictures before I left briefly to grab a can of shaving cr? and a razor.
“You want me to shave my pussy, right?” she asked.
I nodded, handing her the equipment. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. I switched the camera from still to video capture.
She shook the shaving cr? and sprayed a generous amount into the palm of her hand. She moaned as she rubbed it into her pussy, soaking the fine hairs there in the soapy froth.
Ashley hit the button that diverted the water back to the tap and put her foot up on the side of the tub. She spread her thighs and pointed her pussy in my direction. She began shaving, pausing every now and then to rinse the razor off under the flow of water from the tap.
She’d removed about half the hair when she sat down and straddled the edge of the tub. She brought her left foot up against the rim of the toilet — and into contact with my still-hard cock. She teased the shaft with her toes.
“God, how can you stay hard so long?” she asked. “Most guys I’ve know wouldn’t be able to stand it.”
“Patience is a virtue,” I said. “It’s called delayed gratification. It makes everything more intense.”
“I don’t know how it could get more intense than it’s already been,” she said as she applied more shaving cr? to her pussy and resumed shaving.
“Get the lips, too,” I said. “I want your pussy completely bald. Just like a little girl, little girl.”
She grinned. She finished up shaving and stood to clean the soap residue from her thighs and between her legs. She triggered the hand-held showerhead again and directed the spray between her legs. Her knees almost buckled as the water caressed the lips of her pussy.
“Turn around and bend over,” I told her. “I need to check something.”
Ashley complied, the water still streaming over the lips of her adolescent cunt. As I suspected, there was just a hint of light brown hair growing around the pucker of her tiny pink asshole.
I told her to put the sprayer down for a second, picked up the shaving cr? and applied a bit between her cheeks, rubbing it slowly and sensually into the rim of her anus. She moaned again — it was almost constant now — as I massaged the tender flesh and dipped just the tip of my index finger inside.
I picked up the razor and removed the last vestiges of pubic hair. Taking up the hand-held nozzle, I redirected the spray between her cheeks to remove any traces of shaving cr?.
Once she was clean, I had her stand so I could review our work. Without pubic hair, she looked even younger than I knew she was. It was perfect.
“Time for the next round,” I said.
She grinned.
5 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-06-12 13:53:25
Full of spelling and grammatical errors. Decent plot, just done by an under-educated writer. Please have any future attempts proof-read before submitting.

anonymous readerReport

2011-03-17 21:28:43
We await the next round.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-10-08 14:47:59
wonderful, when is the next installment?

Anonymous readerReport

2009-07-02 11:35:29
made my cock hard and drippy

Anonymous readerReport

2009-07-01 17:09:13
Love it,man.Great story,had a lil cutie with braces once.Getting head was an adventure,you never knew when one of the wires was going to stick into your cock.Sweet pleasure mixed with the unexpected little bits of pain.Damn I miss that girl.

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