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Title: The Pink Bow (Mf first) By Ink
Author: Ink (inkpost@aol.com)
If you loved it, hated it, thought it was boring, or
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let me know. Input it so very important. Thanks.
Plus, I have a bunch of other stories I am working on
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Witty Disclaimer: Don't try this at home. In "real
life" having sex with minors is illegal and
dreadfully out of fashion. Feel free to repost this,
spread it all over the web, print it out and
wallpaper your outhouse with it, just be sure to
leave my name email address on it. Oh and if you are
under 18 erase this now or the psychic internet police
will hunt you down and rip out your modem. - Ink
The Pink Bow (Mf first)
By Ink
A "society" Christmas party. My parents had
left early and that ment I had to mingle with the
elite on my own.
I sat in a big leather chair and waited for
this horrably boring night to end.
My attention moved from one group of chatting
doctors to a small cliche of lawyers, but finally
settled on the hosts' young daughter, who looked just
as bored as I did.
She was laying on the floor in front of the
fireplace near her father's feet and she was half
listening to her parents rattle on about politics.
Our eyes met briefly and she gave a smile. I
returned a smile and then returned my attention to
something else, but soon my mind pulled my eyes back
to the cute young girl.
I remember hearing from my parents that her
name was Sarah and she was going to one of the best
private schools in Manhattan. She was also taking
ballet lessons and was supposedly a really excellent
dancer.
Though I tried not to, I couldn't help staring
at the girl. She certainly had the figure of a
dancer, yet her hips had a nice curve and from the
looks of her chest, I tell she would soon fill out a
leotard very well.
She had long platinum colored hair that seemed
finer and more delicate then anything I had ever
seen, and deep green eyes that sparkled with
curiosity and intelligence. I was intrigued and aroused
by her immediately.
Throughout her parents' conversation she turned
and twisted and fidgeted around on the floor, as
children will, yet there was something so erotic
about her movements. Maybe it was my own perverse
imagination peppering her motions with sexuality, but
it seemed that she was conscious of my attention and
posing her body to arouse me.
Sarah turned and laid on her back for a moment
and stretched. As she did her shirt raised up and I
could see the top of her panties. They were pink
cotton and had a tiny pink bow on the front of them.
I was hypnotized by this bow and I fantasized
about biting it off her panties and then pulling her
panties off with my teeth.
As if she felt my craving for her she pulled
her shirt back down covering the little bow, then she
rolled over on her belly.
As she rested her chin on her fists, with her
elbows on the plush rug, I saw the front of her loose
pajama top flutter forward and give me a view of her
pert breasts. They were the same lusciously creamy
shade as the rest of her body and looked just about
perfect.
I wondered suddenly if her parents were
watching me ogle their daughter, but they were to
engrossed in their conversation to notice anything.
Sarah on the other hand looked completely bored, and
soon her gaze met mine and the realization of my
staring flashed across her face.
She looked down at her cleavage and gasped.
She quickly rose one hand to cover herself, but this
put her off balance and the half of her body she was
supporting on her elbows hit the floor with a boom.
Her mother looked over to her with a laugh and
asked if she was alright.
"I am ok," she said with embarrassment. "I
just fell asleep."
Her mother suddenly realized how she was
neglecting her daughter and then looked around the
room for something to occupy her. Her gaze slid
across a room full of doctors and lawyers and then
landed on me. I suppose I was the closest in age to
Sarah, I was 26 and she was 16.
After her mother proposed Sarah show me her
room and maybe play some video games with her, Sarah
grabbed my hand and forcably pulled me away from the
drab holiday party. On the way Sarah's mother gave
me a smile and a wink.
"Thank you so much Jack, just keep her occupied
for a bit. I know these parties can be boring."
As I numbly walked down a long hall being
pulled by this little Lolita I wondered if God was
giving me a message. Or maybe this was some
Christmas present from a more nefarious power.
All these thoughts and many more were erased
when the door slammed shut and I was incased in a
huge pink room.
Sarah ran past me and did a half cartwheel
landing on her bed. She had the awkward grace of a
new born gelding. When she flipped onto her bed her
shirt flew up totally exposing her young breasts to
me again. I just stood there, inches away from the
closed door. I had a confused look on my face and a
raging erection.
Sarah laughed her abrupt and high pitched
giggle and quickly covered her mouth. She had a
devious and curious smile and her face was bright
red. Her blush brought out freckles on her cheeks
and made her green eyes glow.
She tried to hold in a laugh and said "I guess
you saw that... I mean them... again." Then she let
her self fall backward into the pile of stuffed
animals on her bed and got lost in a fit of nervous
teenage giggling.
I shook my head wondering if coming into this
room alone with this silly little girl was the best
idea. I should be out there drinking brandy with the
men and discussing where I am going to join a private
practice or start my own.
I looked around the pink on pink room and saw a
small desk with an even smaller chair. I moved the
large bunny off of the chair and sat down
uncomfortably. I looked around the room and
shuttered.
'What was I thinking?' I wondered. 'Look at
this room, stuffed animals and diaries. This is just
a little kid!'
Then she looked up from her bed. And the look
she gave me was still curious and still devious, but
it definitely wasn't childlike.
When she spoke this time she spoke a little
more slowly and with a bit of a seductive edge.
"So my mother sent you in here to entertain
me."
She rolled around on her bed, letting her shirt
rise up a bit and show me her firm stomach. Her pink
skin against the pink sheets with her pink pajamas
was too much. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head.
She summoned up another dose of her teenage
exuberance and jumped of her bed and over to me. She
sat on my lap and kissed me on the cheek. Then she
ran back to her bed and hid in her nest of pillows
and stuffed animals.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked from
insde her fort of bunnies and bears.
"Well... not currently."
She smiled at this.
"What kind of girls do you go out with?"
"All kinds. Sometimes people I meet at work or
people my friends think I would like."
She eyed me measuring my answers, then
continued her questioning.
"Do you like younger or older girls."
"Mostly younger actually." I answered
truthfully.
She buried her face in a pillow and laughed at
hat answer.
"What do you do you usually do when you get a
girl alone? Do you just jump on her and have your
way with her?"
This question amused and intrigued me. I
looked into her eyes and she was both playful and
somehow hopeful. I was more aroused then I could
ever remember being.
"No, I do.. I do regular things with women I
date. Watch movies on TV and listen to music."
She seemed unconvinced by this answer.
"When do you make you move on them?"
I wrinkled my eyebrow at this. I knew exactly
what she ment, but I wanted to her here ask for more
details.
"What do you mean?"
She giggled and blushed a little more.
"When do you try and get in their pants?"
I nodded and said "Ohh... how do you know they
aren't trying to get into my pants?"
She exploded into laughter at that and rolled
over on her bed until she was on her back with her
head dangling over the side stairing straight at me.
"Is what's in your pants so impressive?"
I blushed at that one.
She smiled.
"Why am I answering all your questions? Can't
I ask some?"
She pouted at this and shook her head.
"Nope. This is my room and I get to ask the
questions."
I smiled at her attitude but I was also
hypnotized my her spoiled rich girl charm. She
licked her lips and smiled seductively at me.
"Maybe I want to see what's in your pant, that
is why I dragged you in here."
I laughed at loud at that one, but inside I
imagined whipping out my cock and shocking this
little flirt.
"Well it would be only fair since you have
shown me what is under your shirt."
She let out a mock scream at this and dove once
more into her pile of pillows.
When she finally came back up her face was
totally red and her eyes glowed.
"You really wanna get naked?" she said with a
wild smile.
My smile waded when I heard this, playing was
one thing, but this girl was getting very serious
very quickly. Part of me knew I should stop this
before someone walks in, and the rest of me
desperately wanted to see or even touch this young
tight vixen.
"Alright." I said, unsure of where the word
came from.
Here eyes when wide "What?"
"Lets get naked. Take off your shirt little
girl."
She pouted when I said that.
"Little girl!"
I stood up and walked over to her. She backed
up and accidentally fell off the bed.
"Pretty graceful for a ballerina." I said
teasingly.
She bounced back up with renewed energy and sat
crosslegged on the bed.
"Nope, my room, my rules, remember? You get
naked first."
I shook my head and smiled "Well, I have
already seen your... um..." my stuttering was
interupted by a pillow smack to the head and a wave
of giggling.
She chewed her bottom lip for a moment in
thought and then said "Listen, lets both get under
the covers and get undressed."
In some bizarre teenage way that answer made
sense, so we both slithered under the thick pink
blankets and writhed out of our clothes.
I had a lot more writhing to do then she did,
after all she was just wearing pajamas, I was wearing
dress pants, boxers, a shirt, a tie, an undershirt,
socks and shoes. She waited patiently with the
covers pulled up to her chin while I tossed random
garments out from under the overstuffed comforter.
Finally I was nude and for the first time
realized exactly how far we were taking this little
flirtation. I was naked, in bed, with the frisky
sixteen year old daughter of one of my parents good
friends and one of the most powerful doctors in New
York.
I got very nervous and thought I might have to
think of a way to end this. That is until her nude
leg brushed against mine.
She wasn't looking at me. She was biting her
bottom lip. I felt her move over to me slowly and
let her arms slip around me. She hugged me and put
her head on my chest. I felt her unbelievably tender
breasts press against my skin and my body tightened.
I looked at her face and say that the playfulness was
gone and a hunger had replaced it.
She kissed my neck softly. Tiny unsure kisses.
I touched her chin and lifted her lips to mine.
Our mouthes were hot and her tongue was like honey.
I teased her lips and our kisses became unbearably
intoxicating. I could stop kissing her and she was
as drunk as I was with passion.
We were under the warm blankets, our hot
feverish skin burning against each other's. Her
breasts soft agaist my chest, the soft fine hairs of
her sex feathery against my achingly hard cock. I
breathed against her ear and let my lips brush over
her cheek. I rubbed my body against her and greedily
touched her all over.
I was holding back all sexual acts and hovering
in this long deep petting. I was making her mad with
kisses and caresses, but I never quite touched her
sex, and only brushed her nipples lightly.
Watching and listening to her I knew it was
working. She was breathing in short little gasps,
her whole body seemed to be blushing and burning hot.
Here eyes were neither closed nor open, but in a
dreamy spell. Her hands started to more forcibly
pull me to her. A overpowering itch was taking over
her body, but she was to young and innocent to know
exactly how to sate it.
As her hands moved over me she brushed her
fingers against my sex and her eyes flashed open.
She looking up with a strange mix of excitement and
fear as her hand wrapped tightly around my hard cock.
Her grip was almost uncomfortably tight but I
didn't want to say anything that might make her think
she was doing something wrong. Her hand moved over
it roughly and then she gripped the shaft tightly
once more. I could see her eyes unfocus as she
explored the most intimate part of my body.
"It's so hot... burning." she said, though not
specifically to me.
After gripping and feeling she pushed herself
forward moved my cock between her thighs. I gasped
as her young skin slid across my most sensitive parts
and I felt the warm damp hairs of her sex. She
placed my penis parallel with the lips of her sex. I
felt her puffy wet lips slip across my cock and it
took every once of will I had not to roll over on top
of her and fuck her like a rutting animal.
She moved slowly, her hand still on the base of
my shaft. She moved my dick around her sliding it
across her sex in different ways until she rubbed the
head against her clit. When that happened her body
convulsed and her eyes closed.
Here eyes were wide and wild when she looked at
me again and then she pushed the blankets aside for
the first time and looked down at my body.
I looked down as well and for the first time
saw her exquisite body.
She then pushed me until I was totally on my
back and positioned herself on top of me. At first I
thought she would just slip me right into her tight
virgin sex, but instead she steadied herself with one
hand on my chest and held my cock against her clit.
She rubbed the head slowly back and forth
across the tiny hard seed, shuttering each time the
two touched. I was in awe of the sigh of this
sixteen year old girl who was totally taken over by
lust, using me as a masturbatory device. I looked
down and could see my precum glimmering at the tip of
my head and then being massaged into her bright pink
sex.
Her head was bent forward, her hair hung over
her face. Strands of her silky hair stuck to her now
lightly wet forehead. Her whole body had a light
sheen of perspiration. She groaned dragged the
length of my shaft across her enflamed nerves. Then
she stopped and looked down at me with wild eyes.
Her mouth opened but her throat was to dry for
her to speak.
I placed my hands on her hips gently and once I
had her she let go of me and relaxed her body.
I was now holding her above me, only my will
keeping her from loosing her virginity. She closed
her eyes again and her head rolled back in languid
pleasure. I wondered what to do next, I could take
her now, it would be as easy as letting go of her
hips, but something inside stopped me.
Before I could ponder this dilemma any further
Sarah abruptly pushed down with all her weight and
made the choice for me.
I know I was her first, but the sensation of
penetrating this unbelievably tight, inconceivably
hot little sex made me feel like it was mine as well.
My mind was blank as she pushed down and I
popped into her. My legs went numb and heart beat a
thousand times a minute. She took all of me in her
until her thighs rested on mine and I felt her light
soft blond hair tangle and mingle with my coarser
black hairs.
No tears in her eyes, only pleasure and slight
uncomfortableness shown on her face. She stayed like
that for a while and I moved my hands down between us
and let my thumbs move up her body slowly.
I just traced her skin softly and when I got to
her beautiful breasts I cupped them softly and rubbed
my fingers across her nipples. I pictured in my mind
each ridge of my fingerprints exciting and agitating
her nerve endings. I moved my fingers all over her
like this, so that just the very tip of my skin
touched hers.
She gasped and rocked and soon started to move
up and down on top of me.
She started slowly, but she didn't seem to have
the right position to truly work up a good rhythm. I
saw the desire growing in her eyes and pushed myself
forward lifting her up and laying her down on her
back.
Sarah. The sixteen year old girl. Emerald
green eyes bursting with color and passion. Skin,
pink as her little girl room. Lips red from kissing
and biting.
She looked up at me with innocence, desire,
lust, and love. Her arms came up and wrapped around
my strong neck. Her legs spread wide and the light
scent of her sex filling every part of me.
The control I maintained was gone as I sliped
inside of her.
When her legs wrapped around me I started a
rhythm that was wild and powerful.
She knew what was happening, she felt me
letting go and her body bucked and rolled against me
instinctually.
Her mouth came up and she bit my shoulder. Her
nails dug into me as I pushed deep inside of her and
our bodies pressed together hard and fast.
I felt the sweat on my body and the sweat on
hers. I felt her ass raise off the bed to meet my
thrusts. I felt the world spinning and building into
one perfect moment. I felt the neverending itch that
this girl started an hour ago peeking in one
brilliant release.
Sarah's continued to bit my shoulder and neck
and when her mouth reached my ear I could her her
whispering over and over "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me"
in measure with every thrust.
Her voice was high pitched and pleading. It
put me over the edge.
I felt an almost painful searing fire in my
belly just as I felt Sarah climax. Then I felt my
body tighten and release as the first surge of my own
orgasm hit me.
I was totally unprepaired for how powerful my
own orgasm could be. I felt a million things all at
once, her body, the cotton sheets, lingering sounds
of the part outside, her lips on my neck, her
quivering tightening sex contracting, burning hot cum
shooting into the sixteen year old girl beneth me.
Around me. Inside me.
I awoke cold and frightened out of my mind. I
was laying on the floor somewhere and the world was
spinning.
I vaguely heard a girls voice say "Daddy!"
I froze.
I heard a rough voice say "I just wanted to
give my best girl a kiss goodnight."
The sound of a quick kiss.
"G'night daddy."
I realized I was on the side of Sarah's bed,
the side facing the wall. I was naked and covered
with blankets.
As I pulled the blankets off my face I saw
Sarah's face peak over at me.
"You gotta get out of here!"
She was scared and excited.
I stood up and moved to kiss her. She met my
lips quickly but then turned away, embarassed now the
the drug of passion had worn off.
"I am going to shower. You better go or we
will both me dead." she picked up my pants and threw
them at me. She glansed at me naked body and blushed
a deep crimson.
"I... um..." she stopped and looked unsure of
what to say.
"Just shower. I will get out of here. We...
call me tonight so I know you are ok."
She jumped up, her teenage exuberance
apparently not diminished by a few hours of sex play,
and I watched her cute little butt wriggle over to
the pink bathroom.
As I listened to the shower running, I sighed
and went over the amazingly erotic scene I had just
witnessed. Then I remembered I was naked in the bed
of a minor in her parent house with over 30 of the
most powerful people in New York outside the door.
I jumped out of the bed and quickly dressed
nearly breaking my neck. As I reached under the bed
for my tie, I noticed her little pink panties were on
the floor and the little pink bow had come off of it.
As I grabbed my tie I picked it up and put it in my
pocket.
That night I waited for the call I knew wasn't
coming. I waited until the sun rose. All the while
I fingered the little pink bow and remembered.
-End
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