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 The Little Hitchhiker by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2015

   Story codes: Mf13, MMMMf, rape, oral, anal, ws, facial...  I think that
about covers it!

   Summary: A sweet little Irish tourist hitches a ride to a show in San
Fransisco.

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   "Where you goin' then?" I say through the rolled-down passenger window
as I pull over to the side of road--Highway One, about a half-hour north of
Santa Cruz.

   The girl looks like she's trying to be a little punker, and doing a
pretty entertaining job of it.  Her otherwise apparently blond hair is dyed
orange, hanging around her shoulders; she has a lot of make-up on.  Well, a
lot of mascara at least.  And she's wearing a white schoolgirl blouse and a
green plaid-and-pleated skirt, with a thick studded black leather belt. 
Her shoes are shiny black patent leather, heavy-bottomed and laced up the
front.

   Quite an adorable get-up, actually.  And it's made all the more adorable
by the fact that she looks like she couldn't be a day over fourteen.

   "San Francisco," she says in the most adorable little voice, an
absolutely mesmerizing Irish accent, as she climbs into the passenger seat.
She's just like out of a dream for me--an adorable little teenage Irish
punker girl.  Perfection!

   "I'm going to a show!" she adds.

   "A show?  Like what kinda show?"

   "Like, a band!"

   "Yeah?  What band?"

   "Ramshackle Army!" she says, all bubbly.  "Ever heard of them?"

   "Yeah, I think I've heard of them.  Irish punk, right?"

   "Yeah, 'cept they're from Australia."

   "Oh, really?  I didn't know that.  I love Irish punk!"

   "Really?!?" she bubbles again.  What an adorable child this girl is! 
"Me too!"

   "I didn't know they were in town, though, that's pretty cool."

   "They are!  They're at the.." She takes her phone out of her little
purse.  "...the Great American Music Hall.  You know where that is?"

   "Sure.  I can probably take you right there."

   "Awesome!  Thanks!" The girl settles down into her seat as I put the car
back into drive and check the traffic.

   "So, you're hitchhiking to the show then?" I ask, curious about the
circumstances that got her here.

   "Yeah, I don't have enough money for the bus.  I'm not even sure I have
enough to get a ticket to the show."

   "How much do you have?"

   The girl reaches into a pocket on her skirt and pulls out a wad of cash.
She looks at each bill individually, like they're unfamiliar to her.  Looks
to me like it's all a bunch of one dollar bills.  She counts each one. 
"Uh, nineteen dollars," she says.

   "Yeah, that doesn't sound like enough."

   "No?" She looks over at me, concerned.

   "No, you're gonna need more." I concentrate on the traffic, pulling back
out onto the highway.

   "But...  How will I get more?"

   "I bet you can think of a way," I say, still concentrating.

   The girl bites her lower lip, looking out the passenger side window. 
"Um..." she finally says after a pregnant pause, "...maybe...  Do you have
any money?"

   I snort out a laugh.  "Sure, I got money."

   "Um..." she says again, "...if I'm...  If I'm nice to you, would you
maybe give me some money?"

   "Nice to me?  Whadda ya mean?"

   She bites her lip again and looks out the window.  "I could..." She
doesn't even look at me.  I can hear her voice trembling through that
gorgeous Irish accent.  "I could suck you."

   "Yeah?" I look over at her.  The girl looks awfully damn cute, all
nervous to be offering up her services.  I can definitely see getting a
blow job from this little cutie.  "You ever suck a guy before?"

   "Yeah," she says, sweet little voice still trembling, "a few times."

   "Alrighty then," I say.

   "Um, like, maybe, twenty dollars?"

   "Twenty dollars?"

   "Yeah, is that too much?" She looks at me, so nervous.  "Even if I
promise to swallow?"

   I feel a little pity for the cute little nervous thing.  "OK, little
one," I say to her.  "Twenty bucks if you promise to swallow."

   "I promise."





   Somebody taught the girl well, I gotta say.  You don't get this good
just by sucking a thirteen year old boy a couple of times.  Some man in her
life has gotten plenty of good head in this adorable little mouth.  She
keeps her jaw down and her teeth off, and she bobs and jacks like she knows
exactly what she's doing.  In less than a minute she's already got precum
flowing out of me and she's slurping it down, just like she promised.

   It took me a while to find a suitably deserted parking lot, once I'd
exited the highway, but I did find a nice dirt lot at a construction site
in the woods; it being Saturday, we have the place to ourselves.

   "OK, sweetie," I say, grabbing a couple of fist-fulls of hair and
pulling her off my cock.  "You're doing great.  You're very talented." She
gives a nervous smile.  "But I don't want to come just yet." I reach down
and start unbuttoning her blouse.  "I want to check out your goods first."

   "My goods?"

   "Yeah, you get to look at my cock, it's only fair that I get to look at
you, too, right?"

   She reaches a hand up to stop my progress down the buttons.  "Um..."

   I grab her wrist and pull her hand away.  "It's a package deal,
sweetheart," I say, looking at her all serious.  "For twenty bucks I get to
see you naked, understand?"

   She nods.

   "Good." I sit back.  "Now take off your clothes."

   "Um..."

   I sit up again and put my hand on her face, fingers on one cheek, thumb
on the other, squeezing tight.  I lean in, my hot breath warming her nose
and mouth.  "It's a package deal, sweetheart.  Take your clothes off. 
Now."

   Her fingers are trembling as she finishes unbuttoning the blouse.  When
she opens it and pulls it off her shoulders, I see that she has the most
adorable little bra on.  "A" cups?  Not hardly.  This is a little cotton
training bra with no cup at all, and just a couple of little budlets
underneath.

   "Bra, too?" she asks all nervous as she finishes taking off the shirt.

   "Yeaaah," I say with a sarcastic slur, like, Duh!

   I can see a tear welling in a sweet blue eye.  Is that a pang of guilt I
feel?

   No, just a little indigestion.  Hee hee.

   She pulls the bra over her head, revealing the most adorable little baby
breasts.  Oh my god what sweet little things.  Nipples so pale they hardly
have any pink in them at all, swollen up just wonderfully with the soft,
distended flesh of a newly-pubescent girl's first growth, held aloft by the
tiniest mounds of lovely, barely-erupted breasts.  In the center of each
puffy nipple is an almost imperceptible pin-prick of dark red.  A little
girl's little teats.  Yeah.  Oh yeah.

   She sits there, shaking, letting me stare at those visions of beauty.

   "Get up on your knees now, sweetheart," I say, after making her just sit
there for a half a minute while I stare.  "Lift that little skirt and drop
your panties."

   "Oh man!"

   I just look at her.

   She does what she's told.  She's a good little thing.  I can tell
somebody's taught her well.  She reaches up her pleated skirt, and down
come a pair of pink panties.

   "All the way off, girl.  Hand them to me."

   She slips them off her feet and hands them to me.  A tear, now two, flow
down her cheeks.

   I reach out and use her panties to stop the tears.  ""Don't cry,
sweetheart, it'll be OK, you'll get your twenty bucks.  Now lift the skirt
and let me see."

   She shuts her eyes tight, more tears along with that thick mascara
running down her cheeks, and lifts her skirt.

   What a sweet little girlpuss my little hitchhiker has!  Just a tiny tuft
of blond hair above the two sweetest, palest pussy lips.  Not a hint of
inner labia, not even her clit, poke out through those chubby lips.  Jesus
Christ, it looks like a child's sex.

   "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?" I ask.  Her eyes are still shut tight,
and tears are flowing.  She shakes her head, no.

   Well isn't that sweet!  Some lucky bastard's had his cock in that little
cunt.  No doubt it's the same guy that taught her how to give head so well,
and how to be such a good little girl.  I stare for a while at that little
pussy.  Man I bet that's a remarkably tight fuck.

   "OK, sweetie, back to business." I lean back.  "Time to suck some more."

   She lets the skirt fall and opens her eyes, wipes away tears with the
back of her hand, smearing wet mascara in the process.  "OK," she says in
the sweetest little trembling accent.  I can tell she's happy that the
stripping is over and she can get back to doing what she'd actually agreed
to do.

   She leans down, opens her mouth, takes my head in.

   "Oh baby," I whisper.  Her little mouth is so warm!  Her soft tongue
laps delicately at my glands, cleaning off the precum that leaked out
during the striptease.  Oh, yeah, I like this girl.  I like this little
cock sucker.

   I put my hands on the back of her head.  I think she knows what's going
to happen next, I can feel her tensing up.

   "Relax," I say softly.  "Relax, sweetie, let me do what I want."

   She looks up at me, sucking, and nods.  Damn she looks so fucking cute
with my cock in her little mouth!

   "That's right, you're a good girl, aren't you?  You're gonna be nice to
me.  You're gonna let me do what I want."

   She nods again, still looking up at me.

   In a strong, quick motion, I pull her head into me, I push my hips into
her, and my cockhead burrows into the back of her mouth.  Warmth,
tightness, a sucking, swallowing feeling!  Oh, fuck, yeah!  Right down her
fucking throat!

   The girl's beautiful blue eyes go wide, and her face gets all red, and
she's clearly trying to gasp around my huge member so rudely lodged in her
esophagus.  She lifts her sweet little hands up, puts them on my belly,
tries to push me away.  I hold her in place for a few seconds while she
pushes at me, just so she knows she's not actually strong enough to resist
me.  There's really nothing she can do, she's entirely at my mercy.  Then I
let up.

   She pulls off, gasping and coughing, a big string of viscous phlegm
connecting her to my cockhead.  I give her a moment, and then, "Alright
bitch, back on, let's go."

   She looks up at me with pleading wide eyes, but she knows her duty. 
Someone trained her well.  And it's jaw down, mouth wide, right back on my
cock again.

   I gently stroke her hair as she starts sucking and jacking.  "That's a
good girl," I say.  "You're being very nice to me."

   I let her work it for a little while before I two-handed grab the back
of her head again.  The poor thing knows what's going to happen, but I wait
a little while.  It's fun for her to know, but not know when.  But she does
prepare, she puts her hands on my stomach, ready to push me away again.

   And then, I hold that little head tight in place as I shove that cock
down her throat.

   She sputters and coughs and gets all wide-eyed and pushes hard against
me with her hands.

   "No, bitch!" I say as I grab a wrist and pull it off of me.  Nice, I'm
so much stronger than her that I can hold the little girl tight in place
with just one hand!  Even while she struggles!  Once I've yanked one of her
hands off my stomach, I grab her face, fingers splayed around, and squeeze.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat, bitch, now be good and just take it!" And I
start fucking her, sliding my head in and out.  What a nice throat for
throat fucking!

   She's sputtering and coughing and trying hard to pull away.  But the
little thing's gotta learn, doesn't she?  When a man wants to fuck her
throat, she needs to just sit there and let him do it.  So I gag her
repeatedly, over and over, ten or twenty times.  In and out, in and out, my
huge bloated head ramming down the little girl's throat.  Fuck yeah!

   Finally she works up the strength to pull off, and I let her go without
a fight.  But I'm afraid it's a mistake, little one; I was about ready to
cum and this whole thing could have been over for you in another ten,
twenty thrusts down your tight little throat.  But now...  Well, the
orgasm's passed, and I'm pissed.  And that ain't gonna turn out well for
you, little girl.

   She's gagging and sputtering and coughing but I reach out and wrap a big
strong hand around her throat.  I'm not choking her, just threatening to.
And I push her down and back, onto the car seat.  Her eyes go wide and I
can tell she knows what I'm doing.

   Once the poor thing is on her back, I climb on top of her.  With my hand
still wrapped around her neck and my face right in front of hers, I use a
harsh, scratchy whisper.  "Open your legs," I say.  "Let me do what I want
and everything will be OK."

   "Bu..." she stammers in her adorable accent, laced with fear.  "But I
don' wan'..."

   I squeeze her neck now.  My free hand is pulling up her skirt.  "Open
your legs, bitch!  Let me do what I want!"

   She's looking up at me with those adorable wide terrified eyes.  "I..."
she stammers, hoarse and quiet.  "I can't breathe."

   I'm spreading her legs with my knees.  I can feel her resistance leaving
her.  "Just let me do what I want, and you'll be OK."

   She nods.  "OK," she says, quiet and hoarse.  "OK!  Just don't hurt me!"

   I'm all business for the next few seconds, getting my cockhead into the
opening of her girlsex.  Once he's burrowed inside her, tight little wet
lips splayed open around him, I lean in and kiss her, right on the lips.

   "That's a good girl," I say.  "You be a good girl now, you be nice to me
and let me do what I want, OK?"

   She nods.

   "You're a good girl, aren't you?" My cock is pushing in now.  She's dry.
I love fucking a girl dry.

   She nods again.

   "Tell me," I say, pulling back and pushing in, fucking the little thing
now.

   Her voice is shaking, but she says it.  "I'm a good girl." God that
sounds nice in that trembling Irish accent.  And as she says those words, I
can feel her suddenly get a little wetter.  Sweet!

   I kiss her on the lips again.  "You're a little slut," I say.

   She nods again.

   I'm in her all the way now.  She's fully lubricated, but tight as
fucking hell.  Jesus Christ I've never had a pussy this tight before.

   "You're a whore!" I shout as I really start railing on the little thing.

   She has a look of terror on her face.

   "Oh fuck!  You little bitch!  Oh fuck!"

   My adrenaline is firing so hard now I can't stop.  I don't actually mean
to cum yet, I want to enjoy it for a lot longer than this, but here I am,
spurting my semen into the young girl's little teenage womb.

   "Oh fuck!" I shout a few more time as I dump a gigantic load into her
sluthole.

   "Oh fuck," I say again, in the come down.

   She's just looking up at me with those big blue eyes.

   Once my cock deflates a bit, I pull out of her.  I suddenly find that I
really have to pee.

   "I gotta piss," I tell her.  "I'll be right back.  Don't go anywhere."

   She nods.

   I pull up my pants, climb out the door, and walk around to the back of
the car.  As I'm standing there, waiting for the pee to start, I can see
her laying on the back seat, her legs still open wide.  She's not doing
anything, nothing at all, just lying there motionless and staring up at the
ceiling of the car.  Suddenly I have a thought, and I walk over to her side
of the car and open the door and grab her by her underarms and pull her so
that her head is hanging out of the car.  Then I aim my cock at her face
and the pee comes.  A nice big solid stream of urine, warm and splashing
right onto the lovely girl's pretty little face.  She doesn't say a word,
doesn't do a thing except turn her head to the side while I just stand
there urinating on her.

   "Ah," I say, as my bladder is happily drained.  After shaking a bit of
the excess off onto her face, I step above her and squat a bit, so that my
cock is above her mouth.

   "Clean it off, little one," I tell her.  "Be a good girl and clean my
cock now."

   She's looking up at me with those big blue eyes, like she's begging me
to not do this, but she opens her mouth.  I slide my happily limp cock,
still tingling from fucking her tight cunt and still dripping a little bit
of piss, into her mouth and the poor little thing sucks it clean.  And, to
my delight, while she sucks I feel blood flowing to the little guy again
and he starts getting hard.

   "There you go," I say as I take my freshly-cleaned dick out of her
mouth. I pick up her panties and hand them to her and let her wipe her face
off a bit.  While she does it, I have my cock hanging right in front of her
face so she can see me getting nice and hard.  Time for round two!

   She looks like she's about to start to cry, but she's like a rag doll as
I drag her out of the car.  I love it, she's completely submissive now. 
She's gonna let me do whatever I want.  And that's good, because I am not
going to ask for permission, that's for damn sure.  I turn her over so
she's kneeling on the ground and push her face-down into the dirt.  I lift
her skirt and spread open her ass cheeks, exposing the most adorable little
pink anus.

   I slobber some spit on my cockhead and position him at her butthole.  I
grab her hips and push in.

   Only now does she realize what I'm doing.  "No," she whimpers, "not
there!" I'm all smiles now, I love the way she whimpers in that pretty
little Irish accent.  I push my head all the way in.  That little anus is
the tightest thing I have ever fucked!  She sobs as I pull back and push
in. I just fuck her anus with my head, feeling that tight muscle squeezing
me.  She sobs the whole time I rape her ass.

   Eventually I pull out of her anus and flip her over.  The girl is
emotionally drained now, hardly even coherent.  I wipe my cock off on her
skirt, then finger her little puss for a moment.

   "Time for one more party, little one," I say.

   "Please..." she sobs.  "Please don't."

   My cockhead stretches her pussy lips open as I commence to raping her
again.  "You just be quiet."

   I'm sliding in and out now, nice and slow.  Gonna take my time now,
that's for sure.  Poor little pussy's going to be raw when I'm done.  And I
do take my time, ten or fifteen minutes at least.  Every time she starts
sobbing, I tell, her, "Be quiet now little one.  Be good."

   And she nods and tries to stop crying, as best she can.

   Eventually, little pussy is getting awfully raw.  The poor thing isn't
keeping us lubricated any more, and I know that it's time to finish this
up.

   So I start fucking the girl hard.  Big, solid strokes, treating her just
like a woman.  My balls are whacking up against her ass.

   "I'm getting ready sweetheart," I say to her as I grunt and she moans.
"I'm gonna cum!"

   "Are you...  going to...  cum in me?" she asks breathlessly.

   "Oh yeah."

   "What if..."

   "Oh YEAH!"

   "...I get pregnant?"

   "OH FUCK YEAH!"

   I slam in as deep as I can and hold myself there as my cum streams out
of me and into her fourteen year old womb.  "Take it whore!" I shout. 
"Take my fucking cum!"

   I rear back and slam in again and unload another giant shot.  "Oh fuck!
You little whore!"

   A few more shots, and I'm finished draining my balls into her fertile
little girl-body for the second time that afternoon.

   I leave my cock inside her, twitching through the final throes of the
orgasm, and lean over and kiss her sweaty face.  "You were very nice to
me," I tell her.  She just looks up at me with her big wide blue eyes, dyed
orange hair matted to her face with sweat and pee and tears, and she nods.

   "You're a nice girl, aren't you?  Let's get you cleaned up now and get
you to your show, OK?"

   She nods again.







   Once we're back on the road, I ask her if she needs to stop somewhere to
clean herself off.  She's looking out the window in complete silence, but
she nods.  I'm not sure yet whether the girl is going to rat me out, I
actually sort of don't think she is, but I'm not sure and I'm not willing
to take the chance, so no way am I going to let her go into the restrooms
at a truck stop or something.

   "If we stop at one of those little sea-side beach parks, you can wash
your face off in the ocean, OK?"

   She nods again.  "OK," so soft I can barely hear it.

   At the beach she kicks off her shoes and socks in the sand and wades out
into the waves.  There are a few other people around, a couple of families
having picnics, but luckily they aren't paying much attention to her and
she lifts her skirt and splashes water on her still-bare pussy, cleaning
the poor thing off as best she can.  She even splashes a little on her
asshole, and she winces a bit, like maybe the salt water stings.  Then she
splashes water on her face, and in her hair, and she climbs back out again.

   Back at the car, we sit on the hood and she pulls a make-up kit out of
her little purse and thickly applies her mascara again.

   "Do I look OK?" she asks, turning to face me as she runs her fingers
through her salt-encrusted hair.

   "You look great," I answer.  It's not entirely true.  But if her
somewhat disheveled appearance contrasts with how cute she was when I first
picked her up, it definitely helps in other ways.  It makes her look like
she just got ravaged.  It'll make every man at her punk rock show want to
take her out to the alley and fuck her brains out.

   That reminds me.  "Hey," I say, "I owe you money." I take out my wallet
and take out some twenties.  "Here you go."

   She takes the money, counts it.  "A hundred dollars?  So much?"

   I try to give her a sheepish smile.  "Yeah...  You know..."

   She stuffs the money in the pocket of her skirt and, looking off to the
horizon over the Pacific ocean, gives a snarky little up-turned lip smile.

   "Are you OK, then?" I ask.

   "I won't tell anyone what you did to me, if that's what you mean."

   "Oh...  OK, thanks."

   "As long as you take me to my show."

   "I will," I say.

   I stand up, and she stands up, too, and we get back into the car.  "So,"
I ask her, "whadda ya gonna do after the show?  You can't exactly get back
to Santa Cruz or wherever in the middle of the night.  Where you gonna
sleep?"

   She's looking out the window again.  "I don't know."

   "You can stay at my place."

   She keeps looking out the window.  "Why?" she says, real quiet.  "So you
can rape me again?"

   "Hey," I say.  I put my hand on her knee.

   She looks over at me with squinting red eyes, a tear running down her
cheek.  I take my hand away.

   "That was just for fun back there," I say, "right?"

   "Fun?!?  Fuck you!"

   "Hey, you're the one that offered to suck me for money!  What did you
think was gonna happen?"

   "I didn't think you were gonna rape me!"

   I think of a million mean comebacks to that.  But I decide to take a
different tact.

   "Well, sorry.  I guess I thought..."

   "You thought it was just for fun?"

   "Yeah, I mean, just a little rough sex between a couple new friends, you
know?"

   "Do you always have sex like that?" she asks.

   "Not always.  Sometimes.  Some girls really like it that way.  I
thought, maybe..."

   "You thought I liked it that way?" she asked.

   "Maybe."

   She looks out the window for a while longer.  "If I stay at your house
tonight, will you..."

   "Will I rape you?"

   "Well...  Will you have rough sex with me?" she asks.

   "Depends," I answer.

   "On what?"

   "On whether you want me to or not."

   She looks at me with angry red eyes.  "I don't."

   "OK then," I say.

   She looks back out the window and is quiet for a while.  "Why should I
trust you?" she asks eventually, almost in a whisper.

   "You can always call the cops on me."

   "That's true," she says in the same almost-whisper.  "So you really
gonna let me sleep at your place?"

   "Sure."





   I buy two tickets to the Ramshackle Army show from a scalper, it being
sold out.  The tickets are dear, thirty bucks a piece.  Inside, it's a lot
of fun.  I'm pretty clearly with one of the hottest girls there, she's got
the attention of all of the guys in attendance, and most of the girls for
that matter.  I assert my ownership, wrapping my arms around her and
pulling her in tight, and she lets me, possibly because the alternative
seems even worse--there's a lot of lecherous stares from some pretty
scary-looking freaks.

   After the show, we both sleep in my bed that night.  I'd planned on
fucking her again, but I'm pretty exhausted from the show, slam dancing and
all, and I just fall asleep.

   She looks awfully cute the next morning, still with the thick mascara
and the little punker girl outfit.  She's out cold exhausted, the poor
thing.  Yesterday had been a heck of a day for her.

   I slip out without disturbing her and go to make some coffee.  My
roommate is in the kitchen already.

   "Hey John," he says.

   "Hey Henry." I pour a coffee.  "Hey," I say, "like, I got a girl in my
room."

   He grins.  "Sweet!"

   "Yeah, picked her up at the Ramshackle Army.show last night."

   "Awesome dude."

   "Thing is, though, she's...  young."

   "Yeah?  Like, how young?"

   "Like, sixteen." I couldn't bring myself to tell him the real truth.

   "Fuck, you picked up a sixteen year old last night?"

   "Yep."

   "Did ya fuck her?"

   "Damn right."

   "Fuck!  You lucky bastard!"

   "Hey, you know, after I'm done with her this morning, I bet she'll let
you have a go at her."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, That's the kind of girl she is.  She'll at least give you a blow
job if you offer her twenty bucks."

   "Sweet!  I like your new girlfriend already!"

   It's pretty special, how the girl lets me fuck her when I go back in
after my coffee.  She's not exactly enthusiastic, but it isn't rape this
time.  She lets me undress her, and from there, it's just a straightforward
cum dumping.  The only thing she says is something about getting pregnant
again.

   "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'll get you a morning after pill, OK?"

   "OK," she says.

   We lay in bed chatting for a while afterwards, about the show and shit,
and then I'm like, "Hey, I want you to meet my roommate."

   I get her one of my teeshirts, which is so big on her sweet little body
that it's like a dress.  The girl is completely naked underneath.  And we
go out to the livingroom to meet Henry.  And maybe our buddies Bosco and
Louie, they're usually around this time of day.

   All three of them are there, and we slept so late it's already after
noon so the boys have already cracked some beers.  The girl sits on my lap
on the couch, which is sweet.  Not so sweet is the fact that I don't
actually know her name, but she deals with this pretty adeptly.

   "I'm Jackie," she says, smiling at the guys.  I can tell they're all in
love once they hear her accent.  My little Irish punker girl.

   Bosco gets us both a beer, and Henry puts on some music and lights a
joint.  Not too much later, Jackie's had three beers and smoked a couple of
joints and I have my hand on her thigh, on the inside of her leg.  And I
can see the boys are looking, and I want to give them a good show.  so I
lift the bottom of the shirt so they all get a nice look at the little
one's adorable little pussy.  She giggles and pushes my hand away, and
pulls the shirt back down, but not before the boys get a nice look.

   I put my hand right back on her thigh and slide it up a bit, and she's
giggling and I kiss her on the cheek.  The guys all watch as she turns her
head to me and lets me kiss her and we start making out, while my hand
slides on up and I start fingering little pussy.  She reaches down, puts a
hand on mine, seems to be trying to pull my hand away from her puss.  But I
don't let her, and she eventually seems resigned to, if not exactly
accepting of, the fact she's going to be fingered right in front of a bunch
of strangers.

   Pretty soon she's grinding, and pussy's soaking, and I push my middle
finger all the way up to the last knuckle.  She lets out an adorable little
moan into my mouth while I finger fuck her.  Right in front of my fucking
buddies!

   I pull my finger out and hold it up in front of her mouth.  She knows
what to do.  Somebody trained this girl well.  She opens her mouth and I
slide my finger in, and the boys watch, entranced while the little girl
sucks my finger clean, and then keeps on sucking it while I slide it in and
out, just like it's a little cock.  While she's doing that, I use my other
hand to lift the shirt again.  She closes her legs in response.

   "Come on, sweetheart," I tell her.  "Spread those legs and let 'em see."

   She's little miss reluctant, but when I put my free hand on her knee and
push, she doesn't resist, and her legs spread open and the boys get a fine
look.  This is starting to get fun.  Time to take it up another notch,
wouldn't you say?

   "Hey, sweetie, these guys, they don't get much sex, you know?  Right,
guys?"

   "Fuck you John," Bosco says.  "I get as much as you do."

   "Sure Bosco.  You're fucking married!  You don't get shit!  When's the
last time you fucked a girl this hot?"

   "Fuck you," he says again, and everyone laughs.  The girl is still
sucking my finger, but her blue eyes are big and wide.

   "Anyway," I say back to my little Irish punker, "I'm thinking they need
something to jack off about later when their girlfriends won't fuck them.
How about we let 'em watch us have sex?"

   A couple of the guys let out a hoot.  The girl, of course, demurs,
pulling off my finger.  "Um...  I don't know..."

   The poor thing.  Always playing little miss reluctant.  But the
teeshirt's already coming off.  She may be reluctant, but she doesn't have
much resistance left.  Not that she really ever had much to begin with. 
And now my boys are getting to look at those tiny little baby breasts of
hers, and the girl is buck naked, in a room with four horny guys.  This
isn't going to turn out good for her, is it?

   I stand her up, my hands on her shoulders, and turn her to face the
guys. Let 'em look, sweetheart.  Let them get a good eyeful of your
beautiful body.  The girl just stands there, looking adorably shy and
embarrassed and nervous.  God she's such a sweetheart!

   I start unbuttoning my pants.  "We'll show 'em how good you are at
sucking, first, OK?"

   To my surprise, she just looks at me and then sinks down on her knees in
front of me.  Damn!  What a good girl she is!  She pulls my pants down for
me, and my boxers, and just starts sucking, jacking and bobbing.  Damn
she's good.  The boys are all excited.  They all have their phones out,
videotaping the show.  I don't really plan on throat-fucking her, I want to
get to the actual sex.  I want my buddies to see her take my load like a
good little slut.  But, I do want to show them that she'll take me in her
throat if I want her to, so the hands go onto the back of the head again,
and she knows what's coming, and I pull in her head and push in my cock and
FUCK YEAH!  My head goes right down her throat again!  God I love this
girl.

   She sputters and coughs, but I hold her in place long enough for the
guys to get some pictures before I let her go.  After she sits back and
clears the phlegm a bit, she just comes right back with her mouth wide
open, ready for more.  Oh yeah, she's been trained so well!

   But I'm done with the mouth.  It's time for the cunt.

   I kick off my shoes and pull my pants off, then lie down on the floor
and pull her onto me.  "You ever fuck on top before?" I ask.  She shakes
her head no, but she figures out what she needs to do rather quickly,
straddling my hips and trying to sit down on my cock.  It's so cute how the
girl has no resistance any more at all.  I reach in and help her get my
head in between her lips, and once it's in she sits down and I slide all
the way into her wonderfully hot pussy.  Jesus the girl is so tight!

   I lie back with a big shit-eating grin.  "Fuck me now, little one," I
say.  And she does her best, riding me.  It's the most adorable thing
you've ever seen, a little fourteen year old girl with bright orange punker
hair, her face dark red from embarrassment and exertion, trying her hardest
to figure out for the first time how to fuck a man when she's on top.

   The boys are all excited, of course, and Henry's like, "Hey John, you
think she'll give me a blow job while she fuck you?"

   She looks at me with her eyes wide and shakes her head no.

   "Yeah, of course she will," I answer.

   And of course she does.  One by one, she blows each of the guys while
she trying her hardest to fuck me at the same time.  It's a little too hard
for her to actually get them off, so after a while they just pull out and
let the next guy have his turn, and then all three of them jack off, right
in front of her face.  Henry pops off first, I've heard from the girls he's
with that he's always over-anxious.  "Oh, shit," he hollers, as a big shot
of cum fires out at point-blank range.  The little girl squinches her eyes
and shakes as it strikes her.  He unloads the rest in her hair.  The other
two finish off in pretty much the same way, big old shots across her face
and plenty in her hair.  She's quite a mess when they're done, I'm sure you
can imagine.  But she takes it all like the little sweetheart that she is.

   Once they're finished, I stand up with my cock still impaling her and
flip her over, face-first on the coffee table, and I finish off myself.  A
few good solid strokes, and a nice hard orgasm, filling the little bitch
full.  Bosco comes over with his phone and gets a nice close-up video as I
leave her, a big old dollop of my cream oozing out of her cunt and dripping
down her leg.





   Afterwards, I take Jackie out, not even giving her a chance to shower
off.  It's sort of fun to be out with her when both of us know she has a
bunch of cum in her hair.  We go to a pharmacy first, then spend a bunch of
time doing tourist shit around town.  She's having an awfully good time,
actually.  It's pretty sweet.  I ask her about a train ticket home, but
it's already late and even though she probably could get a train, she isn't
exactly ready to go right now, and besides I sort of get the impression
that maybe she doesn't plan on going home anyway?

   "Um..." she says...  "Do you think maybe I could stay just one more
night?  I mean, tonight?  If it's OK with you?"

   Fuckin' right it's OK with me!



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