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Butter Face, part 1

Written by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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      "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

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