Author's note: This is the first of three stories about little punker Kelsie. For the other two stories, see:

• First Fellatio: The Little Punker Learns to Suck, and
• Kelsie and the Punker Girls

Also, please note that this story contains descriptions of rough sex between an adult and an underage girl; if you find this offensive please do not proceed.

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The scene: A punk rock bar, downtown; all-ages Bad Brains show circa 1987; the mosh pit.

The actors:

• Me: A 25 year old recent college graduate, "reliving the glory" with friends at a punk rock show.
• Her: An eleven year old girl named Kelsie, first punk show, first time in the mosh pit.
• Gaggle of girls: Kelsie's friends who came to the show with her.
• Everyone else: About a thousand people at the show, a hundred of them (mostly male) in the mosh pit.

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It was loud, it was hot, and it was sweaty. Punk rock at its finest. I was playing the edge of the mosh pit, diving in and slamming with the hardcore dancers, then jumping out before things got too nasty. There was in particular one group of guys, huge guys, the biggest one must have been six foot six and 300 pounds. All of them had shaved their heads bald. Big bald skinhead punkers. They were brutal; slamming into them was like hitting a brick wall, and then you'd get shoved back and pinballed between them. But I'm a big guy, 6' 3" myself and 200+ so I could hold my own against them, at least for a while, and I was having a grand old time.

At one particularly sweaty moment when I ducked out of the pit for a breather, I noticed a gaggle of girls standing at the edge. They attracted my attention because it isn't common to see a girl in the pit, not at a show like this. It's a dangerous place for a big guy like me, let alone a lady. But even more interesting was that these girls looked to be preteens to me. It's not all that uncommon for preteens to come to these all-ages shows (although officially you're supposed to be thirteen). But seeing girls this young down in the mosh pit is unheard of, and for good reason.

Right after they caught my attention I saw two of the girls laughing heartily as they playfully shoved a third one into the fray. This caught my attention immediately because the girl was a tiny thing, couldn't have been five feet tall, and skinny as a rail. And they'd shoved her, unintentionally, right into that group of skinheads.

I sprang into action. The girl was going to be crushed to death if I didn't get in there and play her blocker. She bounced into one of the huge skinheads, who was either too drunk to notice her, or just didn't give a shit, and she ricocheted off of him. I saw a look of terror on her face. I managed to get there just in time to stand between her and the next skinhead. He shoved hard into me, just as oblivious as his buddy to what was going on, but I anchored my feet and took the blow and protected the girl.

I'd bought her about a half-second of time and she took advantage of it to dive back out of the fray. I jumped out after her. The way the crowd was surging now, we were on the opposite side of the floor from her group of friends; I looked back at them and could see them giggling like nothing had happened at all.

I felt a hand on my arm, and I turned, and the girl yelled something. I couldn't hear her at all but I could see her lips moving.

"Huh?" I yelled, leaning down.

She put her mouth right against my ear. "Thanks!" she shouted.

"Hey, no problem!" I yelled back in her ear.

The mosh pit was surging hard now, moving like an animal, pulsing forward and backward, side to side, there must have been two hundred people in there now and we were shoved brutally backwards. I was getting exhausted pushing the crowd back and this was clearly no place for a girl like her.

"Com'on!" I shouted, grabbing her hand and dragging her off the floor.

"Thanks," she said again, once I'd got us to a side bar and ordered us both Cokes. She still needed to shout over the music but not quite as much as before. "That was crazy!"

"Yeah, no kidding."

"I hope my friends are OK," she said, straining her neck to look over the dance floor.

I took this opportunity to look a little closer at the girl. I hadn't realized before, but she was a real cutie, short, bright pink hair (as was the punk fashion at the time) and a soft, childish face. I figured she was about eleven, maybe even ten. Didn't look like she was displaying any signs of having entered adolescence.

She looked at me, saw me staring at her, and smiled demurely. Strangely, at that moment, I felt a certain stirring. I'd never been attracted to a girl this young before, although I will confess that I'd always had an eye for girls in their early teens. But for some reason I can't quite completely explain, right at that moment as she caught me staring at her and smiled so innocently, I had a vision pass through my head: She was on her knees, her face buried in my pillow, and I was behind her, holding her hips and slamming my cock in and out of her bald little cunt.

My cock sprang suddenly awake and before I could shake the thoughts out of my head I realized that I needed to get this girl out of this damn bar and back to my apartment so I could fuck her little pre-teen punker brains out.

I gathered my wits from the pieces that were laying around and managed to look over the crowd for her friends. "There they are," I shouted, "over by the other side."

She looked. "Oh, yeah, I see 'em."

"Hey, you wanna get out of here? I'm starting to get a headache. We could go back to my place and smoke a joint or something."

She looked a little shocked at the suggestion, like she wasn't sure what to do with it. I might have regretted being so forward with her, but something told me that this was the right approach with this girl, that what she wanted more than anything was to be older than she really was, and treating her like she was a twenty year old was going to be the best way to get her to go along.

"Um, sure," she said, after only a moment hesitation. Bingo! My cock sprung up again--it's go-time, baby! "But, I should probably tell my friends. They'll be worried."

"Nah, they won't care."

"Yeah, they will. I'm spending the night at Melissa's house and we snuck out and she would freak..."

"OK, tell you what, write 'em a note on this napkin"--I took a pen out of my pocket--"and we'll give it to them before we leave."

"OK!" As she wrote the note, I watched: "Hey," she wrote, "I'm going to go over to this guy's house for a little while but I'll meet you back at Mellie's house."

We made our way through the crowd to the girls and she handed them the note and then I grabbed her hand and dragged her as quick as I could away from them. I knew they'd be scandalized at the thought of their friend going off with a man twice her age and I didn't want them to have a chance to talk her out of it.

A second later we were outside in the cool night air, it felt so nice after that hot sweaty punk rock show. "Com'on," I said, grabbing her hand. "My place is just a few blocks away."

We started walking to my apartment. "What's your name, anyway?" I asked her.

"Kelsie. What's yours?"

"John. So how old are you, Kelsie?"

"Sixteen."

It was hard for me not to laugh out loud when she said that. But, OK, the little preteen wants to pretend that she's sixteen, I'll go along with that. Could be very rewarding for me, I think.

A few minutes later we were sitting on my couch and I was rolling a big ol' joint. Luckily my roommates were all at the Bad Brains show and surely would be going out for drinks afterwards, so I had plenty of time. I lit the joint, took a great big drag, and handed it to Kelsie. She held it awkwardly and took a little hit, then coughed.

"Sorry..."

"No prob. Is this the first time you smoked pot?"

"No," she said, playing the big girl again.

Half-way through the joint, I could tell by the look in her eyes that the girl was stoned. I snuffed the joint out in the ash tray, then sat back and put my arm around her. She looked over at me, and I figured I was just going to go for it. This girl wants to act older than she is, and I'm going to use that to my advantage. I just leaned right in and started kissing her.

We made out for like five straight minutes, not even stopping to catch a breath, and I started to let my hands wander. She put up no resistance as I felt her up, and I was a bit surprised to discover that she had a little bra on, and even more pleased to find that it was covering up a couple of little bee-sting boobies. Once I knew that she was going to let me feel her up like this, I figured it really was go-time now. This girl ain't gonna make me stop, she wants to play the big girl way too much.

So I stood up and took her hands and helped her to her feet. Then I grabbed the remainder of the joint and led her into my bedroom. Once there I put some punk rock on my stereo, nice and loud, and lit the joint again. We smoked some more, rocking out to the music, then I started making out with her and feeling her up some more.

After a while I started taking her shirt off, and she didn't resist. I fumbled with her bra a bit and she reached around back to help me get it off. That's right, Kelsie, you're a big girl, you can take your bra off for me just like a big grown-up sixteen year old girl!

Kelsie's little bobbies were tiny, really just a couple of puffy nipples that stood up a half-inch from her chest. Any thought she had that she might have fooled me by pretending to be sixteen must have evaporated when she showed me those little underdeveloped buds. Now that I'm thinking about it, after the fact, I wish I would have spent a lot more time enjoying those little titties--this must have been the first time they'd ever been naked in front of a man before. But I will confess, I was on a mission, and I felt like I had the advantage as long as I had Kelsie acting the big girl and priority number one was to keep the advantage. Move fast, treat her like she's a big girl, and don't give her any time to think about it.

She was shaking with nervousness as I pulled her pants down. Then I grabbed her panties and pulled them off as well, and little Kelsie was naked.

Because of the erotic vision I'd had at the bar an hour earlier, I'd expected her to have a bald little child-pussy, but she actually had a sweet muff, a full batch of little curls on her pubic mound. But, on the other hand, any chance this had of making her look a little older was negated by her tiny little stomach, her narrow hips, and her skinny legs. Despite her big-girl batch of pubic hair, she still looked overwhelmingly like a child.

Nevertheless, the sight of her little muff caused a jolt of adrenaline to fire through my body and I grabbed her, rather forcefully, and tossed her onto my bed.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with concern, as I climbed on top of her. Keeping the advantage was all I cared about so I didn't take off any clothes, I just yanked my pants down as quick as I could. The music was loud and I was stoned; I don't remember if she cried out as I assaulted her; I just remember gripping my cock hard and shoving it into her.

She was warm and wet, just like a woman. Just like a big girl. But unfortunately for her, she was still a child in one respect. I pushed as hard as I could into her, the entire weight of my body focused on the tip of my head, keeping solid pressure on her hymen, and eventually I felt a little tear opening up. I pulled back and rammed in as hard as I could and my head tore through.

I rammed in again, two or three more times, until I was all the way in, my balls up against little Kelsie's ass, her hot lips, sticky now with blood, wrapped around the hilt of my shaft, my head deep inside her and up against the soft flesh of her cervix.

I took possession of her. With my head buried as deep inside her as he could go, I held him in her. I owned her. My cock was proud of his conquest: he was a stiff, solid battering ram that had shattered the gates of her childhood and forced himself into the depths of her little body; his head was a large and powerful fist that tore her open and violated her most secret of places. He was a conqueror, and he owned her now.

I lifted myself up off of her and looked at her face, her beautiful soft girlish face; she looked so young right then, her soft, delicate, childish cheeks were red, her little mouth was open slightly, her eyes were staring up at me, wide and concerned. The perfect picture of a young girl who had just lost her virginity. I smiled at her; she did not smile back. And then I began fucking her.

Full, broad strokes, my cock all the way out, and all the way back in, I set a slow and steady pace. I wanted to enjoy that little preteen cunt for as long as I possibly could. I held myself above her, smiling down at her beautiful childish face, as my cock methodically demonstrated his dominance over here. "You are a slut," he said as he drove into her, "my dirty little slut," he said as he pulled back out, over and over, "You are a slut, my dirty little slut; you are a slut, my dirty little slut," making sure that she fully understood that she was just a little bitch for him to enjoy, a piece of meat for him to use for his pleasure.

I fucked the little girl for a very long time. The music was loud, the pot was excellent, and my cock was rock hard and ready to do his duty for as long as I wanted him to. Kelsie had no choice in the matter; I was so much larger than her, she was really quite tiny underneath me, and I just lay on her and had my way with her. Had she tried to resist, it would have gotten her nowhere; but regardless, she was essentially passive underneath me, taking what I dished out, letting me do whatever I wanted. Just like a big girl. Little Kelsie playing a big girl, letting a grown up man fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted.

Eventually--as Candy Rush by Minuteflag rocked to its loudest crescendo on my stereo--after at least ten minutes of raw, virgin sex, I started to work myself up to my orgasm. I had no intention of pulling out--Kelsie wants to be a big girl? Well, big girls take come, and little Kelsie's gonna be taking mine.

I was slamming in the little girl hard now, laying down on her entirely, her face pressed into my chest, my fingers wrapped tightly in her hair. The little girl couldn't move at all and I took full advantage of the situation, fucking her as hard and as rough as I had ever done to any girl before. Finally I felt my come start boiling. "Oh, fuck!" I grunted as it started its glorious race from deep inside my body and down my cockshaft and then firing, hot and thick and huge, right into little Kelsie's little preteen cunt.

The girl took quite a load that day. I must have fired ten shots into her, the first couple real monsters, bucket-loads of sperm. I held myself inside her while I caught my breath, and then I pulled out. Semen and blood flowed out of her as I stood up; without saying a word, she climbed stiffly off the bed and walked as quickly as she could into the bathroom, her hand cupped under her cunt to stop the nasty stuff from dripping onto the floor.

I let my pants fall off and followed her. She'd closed the bathroom door, but I just walked right in. No privacy for slutty Kelsie now, she's mine and I can watch her clean up if I damn well want to. She was sitting on the toilet, wiping come and blood off of herself. She looked up at me with big wide eyes.

"Hey sweetie," I said, putting a hand gently on her face, "that was really nice!"

She seemed a little disarmed by this comment, like she was expecting me to still be aggressive. All she could really do in the face of my suddenly sweet behavior was just smile. "Thanks," she said.

Kelsie cleaned up and got ready to leave--"I'm going to be so late getting back to Melissa's, they'll just freak!"

"I can drive you there, you shouldn't be out this late in this neighborhood."

"That'd be great!"

We kissed, once, as she got out of the car. "Thanks, John, it was really fun," she said.

I gave her a little squeeze. "Let's get together again, OK?" I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my phone number and handed it to her.

"OK!" she said, smiling broadly. I was pretty sure that Kelsie was going to give me a call. She's a big girl after all, isn't she? A big little eleven year old girl. I couldn't wait to treat her like a slut again.