_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Butter Face, part 1 Written by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) *************** "Dude, looks like you've got an admirer," Jessie said slapping my arm while looking past me to my right. Casually glancing in the direction of his stare, I saw a young girl standing next to a bus stop bench wearing baggy gym shorts and a tee shirt looking our way. She quickly turned away once we locked eyes. "Come on, man, she's what, like 10-years-old?" "Naw, I've seen her at my brother's school. He's got a class with her so she's got to be the same age as he is." "Looks like another butter face," Dale said giving her the once over. The four of us laughed. That's a term we use to describe a girl with a nice body but with a face that would stop traffic. Looking back at the girl standing about 30 feet away from us I had to agree. Her hair was pulled back into an off-centered ponytail; she had thick, large rim glasses and when she smiled, the sun made all the wire from her braces glitter. "Go talk to her, man, it's your turn," Chuck said nudging my leg. We were sitting on a short wall outside the apartment complex where Jessie lived and the girl lived somewhere in the same complex. I hadn't seen her before and figured she must be new to the neighborhood, but Jessie claimed he'd seen her around for a while. "I dunno, guys, she's kinda young don't you think?" "Pussy's pussy, man, it don't matter what it's attached to," Dale said with a huge smile. "Yea, you know what they say, if there's turf on the field, it's time to play ball," Chuck added. "I doubt she's got 'turf' anywhere," I said looking back at the scrawny kid. "Come on, man, it's been a while since our last mark," Jessie chimed in. I looked at the three of them. It has been almost two months since the last girl and since we're about to graduate; we needed one last big score to finish it off. A few of us guys started a "club" back in the 8th grade to get pussy. There were only five of us at the time, but the idea was one of us would get a "girlfriend", fuck her and then pass her around to the rest of the guys until we tired of her. Over the years we've had a lot of members come and go but right now we have 13 guys in our club. In the almost five years since our first mark, we've managed to bang 108 sluts. It's getting harder to find a girlfriend as most of the girls in our school know what we're up to. That just means we need to look harder to score. But a 12-year-old girl? That might be getting just a little desperate. When we first started, 12 and 13-year-old girls were the norm because we were 13 at the time. As we entered high school, the ages of our marks increased right along with us. We even got to tap a college chick last year, but most of them are a little smarter than the high school girls. "You going?' Dale asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "'Cause if you're not, I'm going." "I don't even know if it's me she's looking at." "It don't matter, it's your turn," Jessie said pushing me off of the wall. "Alright, I'm going," I said adjusting my clothes to make a good impression. By now she was sitting on a bench down and turned away when she saw me approaching. "Hi, I'm Troy," I said stopping in front of her. "Mind if I sit with you?" She actually blushed and covered her face as soon as I started talking. She didn't respond so I sat with her anyway. "You live 'round here?" I asked moving within a few inches of her. She nodded but kept her hands over her face. "Don't be shy," I said taking her wrists and pulling them to her lap. Up close she wasn't that bad looking, but not exactly what I'd call cute. Her eyes looked to be a little too large for her small head, but it could have been her glasses distorting them. Her lips were a little big, but again with braces, it's hard to tell and she was just starting to get a few pimples on her forehead. I scanned her body, gauging the potential as our next casualty. She was skinny, her boney legs emerging from the large leg openings like sticks stopping at the bend of her knobby knees before disappearing under the seat. Her arm weren't much better as she had very little muscular development. The loose shirt covered what I was looking for the most, any signs of tits. With her leaning forward, I couldn't tell if she had any or not. Glancing back at my boys, they were giving me the thumbs up and smiling. "Would you like to go get a soda or something at McDonald's?" I asked her. She looked up at me shocked that a cute, older boy was actually paying attention to her. She seemed to be nerdy, awkward and probably didn't have many friends. I smiled at the thought. Very soon she's going to have 13 new friends all wanting to play with her. "Come on, let's go," I said standing and reaching out my hand. "I..I, uh, can't. My dad won't let me go," she mumbled so softly that I could hardly hear her. "Why not?" "Because I can't go any where without telling him." "Where is he?" "At work." "Then he'll never know, come on, it's just down the street and we'll have only a soda and talk and you'll be home before he even knows you're gone." She looked up at me towering over her and I could tell she was struggling with the decision. She's on the verge of puberty where hormones are sending her mixed signals and confusing emotions but she's still young enough to follow whatever her parent's demand of her. She wants to be loyal to them, but she's uncertain about these new feelings she had and how to react to them. "What time will your dad be home?" "Five-thirty." Glancing at my watch I smiled. We had plenty of time. "Look, its only 4:50 now so I can have you home in plenty of time. He won't even know you left. Come on, I'd like to get to know you better." "Know me better? Really? Why?" "Because I think you're very pretty and you're someone I could really like. So what do you say? I'll have you home in 30 minutes, I promise." Hesitantly she took my hand and I helped her stand, putting my arm around her shoulders as we passed my friends, giving them a wink. This might be easier than I thought. We shared a soda and talked. I didn't want to overwhelm her too much so I sat on the opposite side of the table with the drink between us. To display my interest, I kept my hands stretched across the top and held her hands. Her name was Heather; she was very shy, had a younger brother and sister and was in the sixth grade. I did most of the talking and had to pry out most of the answers she gave. The more I talked to her, the more I actually began to like her. She was of Irish decent and had a lot of the typical physical characteristics of the Irish, freckles, strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes. In a few years when she fills out, she may actually be pretty, but for now, she's skinny and self-conscious. Just as promised, we left the restaurant at 5:15 and I had her home in plenty of time. I wanted to show her she could trust me and I'd do what I promised. I gave her my cell number and told her to call me when she had a chance to. It wasn't until after 10 when she called me but hung up when I answered. A few minutes later, she called back and we talked until almost midnight. She was more comfortable talking on the phone and really opened up. We made plans to meet at "our" place after school. It took about a week of seeing her daily before she felt comfortable around me. She was tall and lanky, the top of her head reached my chest when we stood. From the beginning when we walked, I'd put my arm around her shoulders but it took a while before she responded by putting her arm around my waist. I kissed her for the first time about five days into our relationship, muddling through the slobbery, tight-lipped encounter fighting not to laugh. She'd never kissed a boy before and was definitely a virgin. The guys were thrilled about that fact as it had been over a year since our last cherry picking. Of all the girls we'd scored with, only nine were virgins and all of them screamed like a trapped banshee when we opened them up. I was sure Heather would be no different. I asked her out on a date that following Friday. We had been "dating" for 10 days and I told her she needed to be more like my real girlfriend and we had to go out. She was scared of her father's reaction and kept insisting that she couldn't go. I persuaded her to tell her folks she was doing a science project at a friend's house and met her outside of McDonald's after school. It was time to pay the piper. There's an old farm just outside of town that we usually use when breaking in fresh meat. It hadn't been used since the 1940s and was over grown with weeds and trees, making it impossible to find unless you know where to look. The barn has a loft with old hay and blankets that many of our prey were taken to for the first time. Today Heather was about to lose her precious virginity. She was nervous as I drove out to our "honeymoon suite", as we call it, and didn't want to get out of the car at first. Eventually I convinced her to just check it out and soon we were climbing the ladder to our destiny. We kissed, drank some wine to celebrate and kissed some more. She was getting better at it, but still needed a lot of practice. When I touched her breast, she jerked back. "What are you doing?" she yelled moving away. "What do you mean? You're my girlfriend and you're supposed to let me touch you. I don't mind if you touch me." "I don't like it," she added crossing her arms over her chest. "Come on, Heather, don't be like that. Loosen up, here, have some more wine." "Take me home," she demanded, standing. "Heather, why are you acting like that? You know I really like you and want to be your boyfriend. And I think you like me, don't you?" I asked and waited for her answer. "Don't you?" I had to repeat before she slowly nodded. "Well, if you like me and I like you, what's the big deal? People do that when they like each other." "I don't, uh, like to be touched like that." I frowned at her. "I thought you were different, Heather. I didn't know you were going to be like this. If I had known that, I wouldn't have asked you out. I can't believe you're a cock tease. You lead a guy on and when he's interested, you don't let him touch you. You're nothing but a fuckin' little prick tease!" I yelled out standing up too. "No I'm not!" she yelled back. I wasn't even sure she knew what it meant, but since I was angry about it, she didn't want to be that. "I thought you were special, but I guess you're not. Maybe I'll see you around," I grumbled walking to the ladder. "Where are you going?" she asked rushing toward me. "If you don't want to be my girlfriend, I'm not wasting my time with you any more." Stepping onto the ladder, I looked at her and actually saw the tears welling up in her eyes. Her first boyfriend, the only boy to ever show her any attention was about to leave her and she was crushed. "Wait," she cried out taking a few steps toward me. "I, um I don't want you to go." I stopped my descent, looking at her. "What do you mean by that?" "I'll, huh, I'll do... it." "Do what?" I wanted to hear her say it. If she wanted to keep me as her boyfriend, she needs to prove that to me. "I let you touch me and stuff." I climbed back up the ladder and stood in front of her. "If we start, there's no turning back. We go all the way, understand? I don't want you saying shit to me about stopping once we start. This is something we both want and you can't back out, understand?" Looking down she slowly nodded. "I... never... um, never did," I knew what she was trying to say and saved her the effort. "Neither have I," I lied. "So we'll lose our virginities together. Won't that be great?" That seemed to put her more at ease, but still didn't make her feel any better about what we were about to do. I poured her another glass of Boones Farm and told her to drink up. She'll need to be more relaxed for this to go smoothly. She took her time sipping the wine and I was getting impatient with her and tilted her glass, forcing her to drink more that she expected. Dropping the glass, she went into a coughing spell as the liquid went down the wrong pipe. It took a while for her to calm down, before I pulled her into my arms. She was stiff and shaking, but allowed me to kiss her neck and shoulders. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse, kissing my way down until I reached the bottom and French kissed her navel. She was too nervous to react, but did squirm from my efforts. I retraced my path, veering off as I reached her chest to expose her nipples for the first time. They were little more than pastel-pink cones about the size of grapes and were very soft and spongy. I sucked one into my mouth and she gasped. Kissing across her breastbone, I found the other and sucked it hard into my mouth, stretching it about an inch off her chest. She moaned and I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain, but it didn't really matter. Fumbling with the buttons on her jeans, her hands quickly went to mine and squeezed them. "HEATHER," I growled taking my mouth from her puffy nipple. Her grasp relaxed and I resumed, unzipping them before getting a few fingers inside to touch her panties. Again she let out some mousy sound from inside her throat but I didn't care. Sitting up, I pulled my shirt over my head before tossing it to the corner. Kicking off my shoes, I stood and pulled my pants and underwear down in one motion, exposing my hard cock to her. Her eyes widened and she quickly covered her face with her hands. I smiled at her shyness, but also with her hands busy hiding her eyes, they couldn't interfere with me undressing her. Pulling her jean below her skinny ass, I grabbed them by the ankles and pulled them off, dragging her white and blue panties halfway down her thighs in the process. Immediately she reached for them but I stopped her, holding her by the wrists and returning her hands to her side. "No stopping, remember?" She remained still as I pulled them off, exposing her pussy and slender legs. There wasn't much 'turf' but she did have a few wisps of hair at the very top of her slit, one much longer than the rest. I licked my lips. This is going to be great. Lying next to her I continued sucking her budding nipples and stroked her small clit tucked shyly inside her crevice until she stopped being so tense. Taking her hand, I guided it to my cock and filled her palm with it. She was so skinny I was afraid that I would hurt her as my cock was thicker than her wrist. Pushing my tongue inside her mouth, I scraped them against the wire and silently cursed from the pain. This will be the last time I kiss a girl with braces! She remained stiff and unyielding next to me, not responding to my touch and I knew it would be dark soon. I'd have to hurry this up to get her home before her parents started to worry. Pulling myself to my knees, I shuffled closer to her face and pointed my stiff cock toward her mouth. "Suck it," I said not even asking. Her eyes went wide as she looked cross-eyed at it dangling just inches above her nose. Bringing her hands to my cock, I held them with one hand over it while my other hand went behind her neck. "Sit up a little," I instructed giving her a little lift. This brought the tip of my cock to her lip and she cringed. "Open your mouth, Heather, and suck it." She remained tight-lipped while I rubbed it back and forth over it, wetting her lips with my pre-cum. "Don't make me have to ask you again!" I said sternly. Slowly her lips parted but not enough to get the head in so I pushed a little getting a tiny amount in before I was poked by those damn braces. "DO IT!" I yelled, startling her enough that her mouth flew open and I pushed several inched in. "Now suck." I learned an important lesson that night. Never allow an inexperienced girl wearing braces to give you a blow job unless you're into pain. After a couple of minutes, I couldn't take the constant scraping of the metal against my manhood and pulled it out. She'll need to learn to do better, but I wasn't about to teach her. Not now. I have more important things to deal with. We keep a bottle of baby oil in the loft and I reached for it. Many times in the past we have needed this shit and always keep it handy. I knew I was going to need it for her. Taking her glasses off, she suddenly began squinting. I didn't like the ugly glasses she wore and wasn't about to stare at them while I fucked her. "You can't see?" "Not too good." "How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked showing her the peace sign about eight inches from her face. She wrinkled up her nose, squinted more and lifted her head slightly off the hay. "Five?" she asked. I smiled. Boy this bitch is as blind as a bat without her coke bottle glasses. That useful bit of information may come in quite handy in the future. Pouring some oil on my hand, I began coating her pussy and she jerked back at the first contact. "What are you doing?" she asked lifting her head trying to see what was going on. "Just relax; I don't want to hurt you so I need to put this on first." Coating my cock, I moved between her legs, pushing them further out with my knees and leaned forward. Her little slit looked hardly big enough to handle a finger, let alone something the size of my cock, but she's gotta get opened up sometime. Rubbing it up and down her crack, I lined it with her hole and pushed slightly. She jerked back, throwing her arms against my chest and pushed hard. "Wait, stop!" she cried out. "It hurts!" Looking at our union, I hardly had my cock head inside and she was already freaking out. "Just relax!" I grunted. "It will go much easier if you relax." I could feel her hole contracting, squeezing, pushing and pulling it back and forth slightly with every grip. I could feel her hymen against the tip as it began stretching as I pushed more inside. She tensed again, squeezing my arm, digging her nails into my skin. "Troy, please, it hurts too much. Can we stop? Please?" "Heather I already told you once we start, there's no stopping. The best way to do this is for you to relax and I take the plunge. It's like getting used to cold water, once you're in, it doesn't feel as cold. Once my cock is in, it won't hurt as much." I said readying myself to thrust as hard as my 200 pounds could muster. I felt her tight grip slightly loosen and rammed with all my might. The ear-shattering screech had my ears ringing for several minutes but I was fully immersed inside of her. She was so tight it actually twisted my cock sideways as I began thrusting repeatedly back and forth while she thrashed around under me. She was by far the tightest pussy I'd ever fucked and gripped me harder than I could squeeze myself. I didn't slow down, not even when her groans and sobs diminished, until I came inside of her. She didn't expect it and once I stopped thrusting, she blubbered something about not getting her pregnant. "Don't worry; you can't get pregnant your first time. Everyone knows that," I reply angrily. As my cock softened, it began slipping out of her greased hole and she tried wiggling out from under me. "What are you doing?" "I thought we were done," she whimpered. "We're not done until I say we're done," I retorted jabbing my hips forward slightly. She stopped struggling and I remained on top of her until my cock began throbbing back to life. I was going to fuck her as many times as I could to break her in. I even planned on fucking her little ass later today, but for now, another load of cum was going into her pussy. *** I dropped her off almost two hours later just outside of the complex. She moaned and groaned during the entire ride home and was really getting on my nerves. I was tempted to slap the shit out of her until she shut up, but that would ruin our plans for her. Pulling into a parking spot about three buildings away, I took her hand lovingly. "You were great, Heather," I said smiling. "I'm glad you showed me how much you loved me," I added leaning over to kiss her. She didn't kiss me back and was still mad about how I fucked her. Placing my hand on her leg, she moved it away and I snapped. "Don't ever do that again!" I yelled raising my hand. I stopped myself from hitting her, but I wanted to so badly. She cowered against the door and I apologized. I can't scare her off right now. "Tomorrow my friends are having a party and I want you to go with me as my girlfriend." She looked up at me with a hurt expression and teary eyed. "My dad won't let me go to a party," she mumbled. "You told me before that they go to bed at 10, right?" She nodded. "That's okay, I'll pick you up at 10:30. We won't stay long, just enough to say 'hi' and 'bye' and I'll take you home right after that. I just want my friends to meet you because I'm so proud you're my girlfriend." She looked at me confused. "You're proud I'm your girlfriend?" She asked disbelieving my claim. "Hell yes, why wouldn't I be? You're the best and the way you proved your love to me today told me everything I needed to know. Plus I know how much you want me to be your boyfriend, right?" She nodded. "Later you can introduce me to your friends if you want," I added already knowing she only had one friend everyone called fat Becky. That seemed to make her smile. "Call me later tonight, after your parents go to bed and we'll talk more about this, okay?" I asked kissing her again. This time she kissed me back and I didn't mind when her braces nicked my lip. She'll make up for it later. I watched as she got out of my car and waddled down the sidewalk toward her apartment. I fucked her pussy three times; her ass once and even jerked off, shooting a load of cum inside of her mouth. I wasn't about to put my cock back into that steel trap of hers. As she disappeared between the buildings, I called Jessie. "Rally the guys, tomorrow we party," I informed him much to his delight. ~ end of part 1 wetfly6969@aol.com ----> Here's a link to my other stories... /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/