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(M/f-teen, ped, nc, rp, drugs) *** My Old Friend So I was off. Me and Keller left Natalie behind in my apartment, and I'm never gonna be able to go back there. But honestly, I did feel kinda guilty for fucking that poor little girl. But every time I thought about tasting that sweet little pussy, I got hard all over again. I know that when she finally comes down from the high, she's gonna call the cops, and I'm gonna be a fugitive. Shit, I'm already a fugitive. I've got to do everything I can to stay out off the police's respective radar. Thing is, what do I do now. As I drove around, ducking my head every time I saw a police car, I recalled all the places that I could go, which weren't many. Most of my family lives in another state, and my old roommate is locked up for drug possession. But then it occurred to me, I have a friend from high school that I still keep in somewhat touch with. Melissa was always a good friend back in the day, and I think she still lives at home with her family. I should be able to stay with her for a few days. Or at least one day, before the whole story blows up on the T.V. So I pulled up to Melissa's house. Quiet neighborhood, typical suburbia estates around. Melissa's truck wasn't in the driveway. No cars were on the premises. I didn't give me a good feeling to think that she may not be around in my time of need. But, its worth a knock at least. If I remembered correctly, Melissa had a little sister, Rebecca, that was in elementary the last time I saw her. But I figured she was out with the mom somewhere since the house seemed dead through the windows. I parked my car on the street, left Keller in the glove, and went to try my luck. I knocked a couple times and rang the doorbell. I was waiting maybe a minute at the door, getting kinda anxious that I'd have to sleep in my car tonight, when the locked unfastened and the door opened. It was Rebecca, but not how I remembered her. Back in the day, she was just a little runt. The girl that opened the door was gorgeous. She had definitely aged well. Looking at me in her, what I would assume are her pyjamas, she asked, "Can I help you?" "Yeah, hi, Rebecca,I don't know if you remember me, but I'm friends with your sister. We met a long time ago." "Uuhhh," she didn't seem sure," you're gonna have to remind me a little better than that." "Umm... Oh! Remember that time that you came to pick up Melissa from the movies with your mom, I was the guy there with your sister. We got introduced." In an instant, the acknowledgment face flew over her naturally sultry eyes. "Ohhh! Eddie! Right! Now I remember, how are you?" ...semantics... "I'm fine. I was hoping you're sister was home, I kinda need to talk with her." "You just missed her actually, she split out to...I'm not sure where. I didn't ask." While she spoke I took a quick glance down her body. Her tits were already in, clinging tight under her Fall-out boy shirt. She was average, not anorexic thin, but not on the chubby side either. She stood with a great presence about her. Just the fact that she hadn't slammed the door in my face yet accounted for her good nature. She had a cute little buck toothed smile with full pouty lips, which actually looked kinda chapped. I can't lie, something stirred in my chest and dick again. "Yeah, I kinda figured she wasn't here, what with the empty drive-way and all." "Oh yeah, my mom left to go visit our grandma across town for the day. I had to stay back because I've got a lot of homework to do." "You're just like you're big sister, a bookworm, I bet you got honor roll and all that shit too right." "Hey! I don't ask for it, they just give it to me." Dammit!! My dick twitched again! "But look Eddie, if you wanna try back in a couple hours, I'm sure Melissa will be gettin home." Within a couple seconds, many thoughts crossed my mind. I've already committed sexual assault on a minor, left my old life behind, indulged on my primal fantasies. I might as well see what happens with this little nubile from my past. Gotta play to win. "Actually, me and my girlfriend are kinda having a big fight right now. And I don't really feel like going back to let her give me hell. That's kinda the reason why I came over here. Would it be too much to ask if I could hang out here for a little while?" She looked dead straight into my eyes trying to read anything that I would give her that would let her not have me come in. But then, she eyes averted and she thought for a second. "I'll be a fly on the wall for the most part, Becca, I promise, you'll hardly know I'm here." She kept thinking again for a second, and then gave me good news. "Well, ok, but if my mom gets home first before Melissa does, I'm gonna be in big shit, and so will you, she's not one to just escort you out the door. She nearly knocked my ex-boyfriend's head off last time he was here without her knowing." "Do you think that your mom's gonna get home first, or should Melissa get back here?" "I'm pretty sure it'll be Melissa. And I think she'll be glad to see you." She opened the door wide, and showed me in. "Thank Becca. This means a lot. I owe you one." "Bad ass! I re-meet you again, and within the first 5 minutes you already owe me a favor. I'm gonna hold you to that." I walked in, scrapping my boots on the mat. The front corridor had a very tall ceiling. As I walked, I could hear the steps reverberate off the walls. "I was hanging out near the T.V, you can chill out over on the couch for a while." Fuck! I really hope she has it on a channel that doesn't get local bulletins, or this could turn ugly quick. Not exactly the way I want it to go down. She walked in front of me toward the T.V. room. I got a great look at that ass wiggle while she walked. She seemed so mature for her age. "So what grade are you in now," I asked. "Oh, I'm a sophomore, and this school year is taking forever." "So what does that put you at, 15, 16?" "I'm the big 1-5," she joked, "but everyone seems put me at 13 or 14 for some reason." I played along, "Couldn't imagine why. You seem very grown up." "Aww, you're sweet. Here, just chill on the couch, I'm just over here doing my homework on the big couch." I tried to judge the channel by what program was on. I really hope its the learning channel because it had that kinda feel to it. "And those would be my Hot-Pockets. Hope you don't me chowing down in front of you." "Nah! No problem at all." She smirked, "Good because I was gonna eat anyway." I took a seat and tried to focus on the T.V. but every chance I got I took a quick glance at her, sizing her up like prey. She settled into her seat, plate of lunch and all, and she started looking over her books. I kept wishing to myself no sudden bulletins would fly across the screen, no one to come home, and for her to leave me an opening to slip her this X pill, my 2nd of 3 left. A good ten minutes passed, and she still had her nose in the text book, and I was going from the T.V. to studying her and the surroundings. Pretty average T.V. room, shelves of movies and music, lamps, a desk, pretty bland. She was sitting with her back against the armrest, knees bent up wit her text book in her lap, giving me a good look at her cute toes, adorn with pink nail polish to accentuate the daintiness. Her long black, curly hair pulled back in a pony tail. I really couldn't get a good read on how her body looked from her pyjamas covering most of her body except for her arms and feet. I just let it be, it'd be like unwrapping a gift at Christmas. Then she looked up from her book, and placed it next to her plate of her half eaten Hot-Pocket, "I'm gonna go to the restroom real quick." I came back, "Hey, it's you're house, I'm just the guest." She giggled a little, which kinda sent a good chill up my spine. I LOVE it when they trust me. She rounded the corner and I heard the lock click. PHASE I- Once the coast was clear, I got up, and fished out one of the X pills. I tucked it into her Hot-Pocket, and made sure everything looked the same as how it was. Now I just hope she doesn't lose her appetite when she comes back. I sat back down, and waited for a bit, focusing on the T.V., when she came back to her seat, and assumed her same position. "Miss me?" she smiled and asked. "Devastated!" I said back, and she returned with the book cracked open. But within four minutes or so, she chomped down the last of the Hot-Pocket without noticing a thing. I sat back more relaxed now knowing that it was just a matter of time now. And sure enough, once the next program on the T.V. started, she asked me "Is it hot in here to you, or iz just me?" I looked over at her, she had a hand on her forehead, and looked kinda spaced out. "Not really. I feel fine. Are you O.k.?," Seeming sympathetic. "I think so, I'm sure it'll pass." I kept an eye on her, as she struggled to get comfortable. She seemed to be o.k. for a bit, but then she got up again, this time not telling me anything, and made a cautious walk toward the bathroom. But before she could make it to the hallway, her legs seemed to give out on her and she made an ungraceful stumble into the wall and down to the floor. I shot up and hustled to her, I grabbed her neck, and guided her head to look at me. "Becca, you o.k.? What's the matter?" "I....don't know. I just feel kinda... vfloaty... vall of a sudden. I think that was a bad Hot-Pocket, some of that cheese stayed hard a rock... and I... think... that's what did it." She was having a hard time focusing in on me. Her sultry, dark right eye fluttered a little. "I really need... to... lay... down... here... for a bit." "No no, we're getting you to your bed. You need to take a rest. I'll just wait for your sister down here. Do you think you can make it up the stairs?" She thought for a second, but had a definite delay in her thought process. "Here, I'll help you." She had a confused look on her face, but she understood that she had just slipped into the wall, better not risk it on the steps. I held her around the waist, taking her slowly down the hall, and up the steps. She didn't say a word. Only till we made it to the second floor did she assure me, "It's on this floor." I complied," O.k. sweetie. No problem." I took the first door on the left and pushed it open, and from the looks of it, this wasn't her room. Everything seemed to be more toward the tastes of Melissa, rather than a high schooler. I looked around, and saw plenty of pictures of Melissa and various friends at various times. Becca didn't protest at all. I just led her to the bed and let her slump over onto the sheets. "Wow," I thought to myself, "should I fuck Melissa's little sister in her Melissa's room." I gotta tell ya, the thought of it turned me on more. Not just to mess around with this little girl, but to do it in the bed that my old friend sleeps in no doubt, made it a quick decision. PHASE II... Her face was turned down on the bed, with her arms encircled around her her torso. She was making little noises that sounded like she was moaning sick. I took the moment to take off my shirt, and drop my pants to my boxers. I sat down, and swung her legs into the bed, making her body turn upward toward me. I grabbed for her pyjama waistband and untied her little string right below her bellybutton. Once I got it loose, I reached under her butt-cheeks and dragged her pyjama bottoms off her and tossed them to the side. Again, another creamy young pair of legs were mine. Rebecca started breathing a little more shallow, I'm guessing she started getting a little scared. I picked up her feet, and started sucking each toe. Her feet were so cold, they felt like little popsicle nubs in my mouth. Showing each toe some love, I played with each one, flicking it like how I was going to do her little clit. I started kissing and savoring up her leg and calf, passing her thigh, lightly taking big bites into her. And then I came to her bush, sparsest with aromatic pubes, and between it all, her enchanting little pussy. I laid myself out, and starting running my tongue up and down her slit, letting her teeny juices flow out a little, then lap em up with gluttonous enthusiasm. All the time, thinking to myself, "God! Melissa! You're little sister tastes soooo goood! I bet she tastes just like you!" Everytime I sucked on Rebecca's bulbous clit, I could hear a breath taken in quick, in sudden chills that went through her body, making her tremble a little. "Eee... Edd... pulese..." she managed to whimper out, but I just took that as a "go on" remark, instead of, what I was sure was a plea to stop. I reached under her tight little shirt, and began massaging her tits. They were quite big for a girl her age. I was able to get a whole handful of each and grip. I, regretfully, pulled away from her sweet teeny pussy, and removed her shirt up and over her head. She tried to resist a little by not giving up her arms completely freely, but I just gave her a quick reminder. "Becca, we can do this the easy way, or the painful way, keep making it tougher and I'll make it the later." Needless to say, she went limp again, and I threw her shirt toward the door. I laid her out on her back and starting passionately kissing her dry lips. Dry at first, but I got them nice and moist in a few seconds. I was letting her sample what she tasted like, while I probed her mouth with my tongue. Not long, I started kissing on her neck, and made it to her hard dark nipples, right in between dark pink and brown, and worked each for a bit, doing my circular routine of savory, while taking big handfuls of tit flesh and kneading like a baker. At the same time, I was setting myself up to make this little girl squeal with my dick deep in her, getting in between her legs and spreading em. I brought myself up and looked into her eyes, again, more tears and silent pleas, I was really beginning to enjoy that moment. But instead of staring into those sultry red eyes, I spit on the tip of my dick, and got it hard running it up and down her little 15 year old fuckhole. She mouthed the word, "No..." to me, but I ignored her, and started pushing in. Her tiny box wasn't as tight as Natalie's, but it still gripped my rod pretty tight. I had to ease my way in. It was actually getting kinda awkward trying to slide in on the bed, so I pulled out, and hopped off the side. She had a small sign of relief wash over her expression, but it led back into the previous one of repulsion. I swung her feet back toward me and pulled her hips toward my rock hard. I aimed my head to her hole again, and leaned in, letting my weight drop into her, sending my dick immediately deep into her. She let out a "Awwwhhhhh" and turned her head away and closed her eyes. I spat again on my dick and I pulled out, that's when the lube took its slimy hold. This time, I wasn't pulling all the way out, I pumped into her "Oooo... Rebecca... thats a good girl... fuckin take it... take it all..." I told her, thrusting into my old friend's little sister. It wasn't virgin pussy, but it came pretty close to it. I grabbed her cute feet, her toes curling with the unwanted euphoria I was giving her, and held them up to my head, making an even tighter hole for my steel shit to slide through. Fucking this little girl was great, but I had to try something new for myself that I haven't tried on my young victims yet. I pulled out, and grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over on her chest. I clenched her ass in my right hand and opened up her pussy with my left. I eased in much easier this time, and started jamming my shit in her, over and over again. Over her back, I could see in her body language that she was about to cum, she even started moaning to me, in my fuck rhythm. "Atta girl! You like getting fucked doggy, right! How's that dick feel now baby girl!" Rebecca let out a long "coo", right before her "AAAhhhhoooooo!" I felt her juices rush all around my dick. Like my cock just hit the watery grand prize. After feeling that, I couldn't hold it anymore, I grabbed her pony tail, pulled back tight and fired all my cum deep into her. I pulled on out, and threw her legs onto the bed, and let her sprawl there, as I got my clothes and got dressed. I could hear her quiet sobs to herself, and I could see my cum oozing from her pussy, and seeing some hang onto her pubes, and the rest run down her taint and leg. I was all set to go, I turned her head toward me, and told her ," Bye Becca sweetheart, tell you're sister I say Hi." And I gave her a kiss. She turned her head away in a snap, and I walked out the bedroom door, admiring all the stuff that my old friend had. I thought to myself going down the steps, I could wait and fuck the shit outta Melissa when she gets home, or her mom. But realizing that they weren't anywhere near underage, Melissa being my age, and her mom being God knows what, I decided against it. I raided the fridge and most of the pantry, scooped up some blankets and pillows and all the other essentials I knew I was gonna need later. And headed out the door. As I was leaving, the T.V. was still on, and I turned the channel to the local bulletin channel, and sure enough, there was my jail mugshot staring back at me with all the bio. They were looking for me, and they knew my car, I had to do something about that. Too bad no ones car was here, it'll have to wait. I closed the door behind me, and pulled a cap over my face. Once I reached the safety of my car, I had a decision to make. Do I stay and run the risk of a police car spotting and running my plates, or do I hit the road for another state? I started the car, and rubbed my dick in satisfaction. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 52