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Maggie, the Little Punker
by H. Henry (address withheld)

***

A thirty year old man sees a teenage punker behind his 
house with her friends and becomes infatuated with her, 
so much so that the next time he sees her he invites 
her in to his house. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral)

***

I first saw Maggie when an unruly gang of teenagers, 
about eight of them, were hanging around in the alley 
behind my house. Now I don't consider myself to be all 
that far from my teenage years myself, although I'm 
just past 30, I didn't want to seem too "adult." But I 
still wanted to find out what these kids were up to 
behind my garage, so I grabbed the garbage and headed 
for the trash can in the alley.

A couple of the teenagers were smoking, but most were 
just standing around talking or sitting on the ground. 
When they saw me coming, one of them turned and 
hollered into my neighbor's yard, "Hey, you ready, or 
what?" They were just waiting for one of their friends, 
and they wanted to make sure I knew that's all they 
were doing. So I wasn't too worried about them any 
more. 

After I tossed out the garbage, I turned to walk back 
into my house. Right then, she caught my eye. She was 
sitting on the ground with her friends, leaning against 
my neighbor's garage. When I looked at her, she stared 
right back at me and we made eye contact for what 
seemed like an eternity.

She was a young girl, probably not more than fourteen 
years old or so. But she was beautiful, in a "punker" 
sort of way; her hair was medium length, died jet 
black, her skin was alabaster white, her eyes were a 
striking blue. She was wearing an old black cardigan, a 
white tee-shirt, and a long, baggy, black skirt. 

As I broke eye contact from her mesmerizing stare, she 
smiled at me and her bright eyes twinkled in the late 
afternoon sun. I thought a lot about this girl over the 
next couple of days. Her penetrating eyes had burned 
their image in my brain. 

It was a cloudy evening two days later when I saw her 
again. Sitting in my kitchen, I caught some movement 
out of the corner of my eye. I got up and looked out 
the back window, and there she was, standing in the 
alley staring rather blankly at the back of my house. 
The wind was billowing her black hair around her face, 
and every few seconds she reached up a pale, small hand 
and brushed the hair out of her eyes. She was dressed 
in a tight black sweater and black jeans. 

Wanting to say something to her, I opened the back door 
and stepped out onto the deck. She quickly turned her 
head away and started walking down the alley.

"Hey," I yelled. "Wait!"

She stopped and turned to face me as I scrambled out 
into the back yard. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Maggie," she said, cautiously walking toward me. 
"Well, Margaret, but everyone calls me Maggie. What's 
yours?"

"Ron. I saw you a few days ago, with some of your 
friends, didn't I?" As I walked toward the alley, she 
continued towards me and we met next to my garage cans.

"Yeah, we were waiting for Linda over here." She 
gestured to my neighbor's house.

"Hey, it's kind of cold out here. You want to come in 
for a cup of tea or something?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, brushing the wind-blown hair out of 
her eyes, not hesitating for a moment at my offer.

Inside, I quickly made a pot of tea and we sat down on 
the couch. We had a great conversation, talking about 
the hip bands of today and the ones from yesteryear. 
She was impressed with my knowledge and musical tastes, 
and I was impressed with hers. 

Gradually, we moved ourselves closer together on the 
couch until our gesturing hands were sometimes touching 
each other's leg or arm. Then, at one point, she 
interrupted me by grabbing my hand and pulling it down 
until it came to rest on top of her leg. As she held my 
hand down and started talking, I wrapped my fingers 
around her hand and held on tightly for a few more 
minutes as we talked. Then, during a lull in the 
conversation, she leaned her head against my shoulder, 
and I instinctively turned and pressed my lips into 
hers.

I guess, as I think back on it now, I really had 
expected her to object to my little kiss, to slap me 
and run out of the house. But she obviously didn't 
mind; almost immediately her lips were parted and her 
little tongue flicked out and lightly touched my lips. 
I took this as an invitation and cautiously ventured my 
tongue into her mouth. 

Obviously, Maggie had made out like this before, 
because she certainly knew how to French kiss! As we 
sat and kissed, our tongues just beginning to touch 
each other, to explore in a tactile flirtation, I moved 
my hands over her back and through her hair. Only now 
did I begin to realize how much her young body had to 
offer. 

I was surprised at how petite she seemed to be, much 
shorter than me, maybe 5' 2" or so and probably only 
100 pounds. Her beautiful, white face had a hint of 
sadness behind it, but also an equally strong hint of 
interest, of sexual awakening. Her small breasts were 
effectively hidden behind the black sweater she was 
wearing, but I could just make out their contour. They 
were not much bigger than little peaches, probably just 
beginning to blossom, and they were held almost flat 
against her chest by her constraining bra. Her waist 
and hips were thin and girlish, which perfectly matched 
her slender legs and small feet.

After we had kissed for a number of minutes, my heart 
was racing and my groin ached from the pressure of my 
growing erection. At one point we paused from our 
embrace to catch our breath, and I was surprised when 
Maggie sat up and stretched, arching her back, 
accentuating her young bosom. As she turned to look at 
me, she ran her fingers through her hair and 
interlocked them behind her head, her elbows straight 
out to either side of her head. She smiled seductively 
at me, her back still arched, and her deep breaths 
caused her little bosom to swell out towards me, then 
retreat, then swell again.

I couldn't help myself; I had to touch them, I had to 
touch her little jewels. As I lifted my hand, she made 
no sound, only ever so slightly biting her lip, and 
when my finger came into contact with one of her 
breasts, she closed her eyes immediately and moaned, 
almost imperceptibly. I reached up my other hand and 
began to fondle both her breasts, feeling their 
softness and their diminutive size. With each caress, 
the young girl arched her back even more, her eyes 
still closed, occasionally letting a soft moan escape 
her mouth.

I kneaded her bosom for a number of minutes, and she 
continued to sit with her hands behind her head, elbows 
out, her back arched and her young breasts standing out 
as best they could. Finally, I decided I had to be more 
bold, and I reached down to the bottom of her sweater, 
grasped the hem with both hands, and pulled it up. 

Rather than object, as I expected, Maggie lifted her 
hands high into the air, allowing me to take the 
sweater off more easily. I lifted it over her head and 
off of her, and now she sat before me wearing nothing 
above her waist except an adorable little bra. She 
immediately put her hands back behind her head and 
arched her back again, staring seductively into my eyes 
with her baby blues, smiling slightly and blushing as I 
gazed at her young, beautiful body.

Her youngish bosom was swelling out of her small bra; 
the elastic of the edges of the tiny cups seemed to be 
cutting into her mounding flesh, which proudly stood 
out towards me as she arched her back. 

Almost instinctively, I reached up with both hands and 
firmly grasped her little breasts. They heaved in my 
hands as I held them; I could feel Maggie's heart 
beating, fast and hard, as my fingers felt their way 
around her breasts, the soft skin, oh so soft, where 
her breasts began to rise above her chest, their 
wonderful, almost conical shape, the feeling of her 
small but hardening nipples peeking up through the 
satin fabric under the palms of my hands. As I felt her 
wonderful little globes, she continued to smile at me 
and to stare deeply into my eyes.

Then I slipped my fingers under the tight elastic on 
the top of her little cups. As my fingers crept down, I 
could feel how soft her skin was, even softer than 
before, and my groin was aching, pulsating. I had to 
see her! So, with my fingers now strategically hooked 
under the elastic of her cups, I pulled them down, and 
her little breasts popped out. They were the most 
plump, perfect little tits I could have possibly 
imagined. I hadn't seen anything this beautiful since I 
was fifteen years old in the back seat of my father's 
car. 

Maggie's small bra, pulled down under her breasts like 
this, helped to prop her tits up, so that they were 
almost pointing skyward, proudly poking out and facing 
right at me. Their soft, milky undersides were whiter 
even than the pale skin of her face and hands; 
completely white and unblemished, save for a little 
mole on the underside of her left breast. 

Her nipples, oh my god her nipples! They were small, 
unbelievably light pink little nubs, erect and 
fabulously beautiful. They topped her girlish bumps 
like darling little buds on an crabapple tree, young 
and pink and just beginning to bloom; they were like 
tiny dollops of the sweetest light-pink frosting you've 
ever tasted, softly gracing the top of the world's most 
adorable little white cupcakes. The nipples stood up 
proudly from the plump skin of her tits, puffing out as 
if they wanted to call attention to themselves, as if 
they were crying out to me to take their delicious pink 
skin into my mouth, to taste them, to suckle on them 
forever. 

I looked up into Maggie's eyes, and I noticed that her 
smile had been replaced by a nervous frown, and her 
eyes, though still staring directly at me, were wide 
and perhaps a little frightened. I realized that, 
although the young girl had made out before, this must 
be the first time that she had ever had her naked 
breasts exposed.

"You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen," 
I told her, in all honesty, staring directly at them.

"Really?" she said, smiling slightly again.

"Oh, yeah, really." I stared hungrily at the plump 
little gems standing out from her young chest.

"You mean it, or are you just saying that?"

"Oh, I mean it."

"But they're too small, aren't they? I mean, they'll 
get bigger, but..."

"Small and gorgeous. Small doesn't mean a thing to me." 
I continued to stare at the wonderful tits so 
fabulously displayed in front of me, and Maggie 
continued to show them off for me, her hands behind her 
head, elbows out, back arched.

"You're too nice, Ron," she said. "Thanks."

"No," I said as I leaned into her, "thank you." I 
leaned my head down until her left breast was right in 
front of my face, then I lifted up a hand and carefully 
placed the first knuckle of my index finger under the 
small breast and lifted it slightly, so that her 
incredible little nipple was facing right at me, right 
in front of me. I marveled at it's beauty, all the 
little bumps and creases, the light pink skin. Then I 
carefully fit my lips around it and kissed it lightly, 
then took it into my mouth, feeling its pink and puffy 
skin against my tongue.

"Oh," I heard Maggie moan in a high-pitched tone. She 
moaned over and over, occasionally even squeaking, or 
almost squealing, an even higher-pitched sound. Her 
breath was labored as her lungs lifted her breasts up 
and down in front of my face, but I never let go of the 
nipple in my mouth. I could tell that she had never had 
her breasts kissed before, and that the young girl was 
greatly enjoying the experience. She continued to hold 
her chest high with her back arched and her hands 
behind her head.

After I had enjoyed her left breast for a minute, I 
lifted my head up and looked at her. She wasn't smiling 
anymore, but was looking determinedly at me, her eyes 
no longer wide but focused, staring at me, her breath 
coming in loud, short gasps. This was one very excited 
young girl, I could tell. I leaned over to her right 
breast, examined the nipple closely as well, trying to 
memorize it's little bumps and nubs, then took it into 
my mouth. Immediately, as my lips closed around it, 
Maggie moaned aloud.

I enjoyed her right breast for another few minutes, 
until I lifted my head up again. "Maggie," I said 
breathlessly, looking into the blue eyes that seemed 
like they had just experienced their own little bit of 
nirvana, "Would you... would you like to give me head?"

Her eyes stayed focused on me; her expression hardly 
changed. "Sure," she said, without hesitation. "But... 
I don't really know how."

"I can tell you, if you want."

"Yes, please. I'd like that."

"Well, first, you should get on your knees between my 
legs," I instructed her.

Before I even finished talking, she was kneeling in 
front of me, sitting back on her heels and looking up 
with a coy, demure expression. I stood up to take my 
pants off, and her attentive blue eyes followed my 
face, never breaking their eager stare.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my pants, and 
pulled them off. Wearing only my boxer shorts, I sat 
back down in front of Maggie. She was still staring 
excitedly, but now her attention was focused on the 
bulge in my shorts. Then, right in front of her face, I 
pulled my underwear down and kicked it off to the side. 
My full erection stood out prominently, and Maggie just 
sat back on her heels and stared at it, her blue eyes 
wide with excitement and surprise.

"Wow!" she said, not breaking her stare. "It's huge! I 
never thought it'd be so big."

I just sat there smiling, watching the young girl's 
inquisitive, arousing expression. My erection was 
proudly pointing right at her face, and I positioned 
myself on the front the couch cushion so that my balls 
were hanging down beneath my stiff penis. After an 
extended moment, while Maggie just sat and stared at 
me, I finally said to her, "Do you want to touch it? 
You should, go ahead and touch it."

She reached out a tentative hand and cautiously wrapped 
her fingers around the girth of my penis. Her fingers 
were small, and colder than I expected, but it was 
exciting to feel her touch on my aching cock. She just 
continued to stare at it, wide-eyed with amazement.

"You can touch it more than that, if you want. It won't 
break." She looked up at me and smiled at my comment. 
"You can touch my balls, too," I added.

She looked back down at my cock and started moving her 
fingers, feeling it, from the top to the bottom. She 
gingerly reached down and touched my balls, which moved 
excitedly from the coldness of her small fingers. "Oh, 
yeah," I said, quivering with the excitement of the 
young girl's touch. "Oh, Maggie, it feels great when 
you touch me. Do you want to make me come with your 
hands?"

She looked up at me again. "I thought you wanted me to 
give you head," she said, disappointed.

"Oh, if you'd rather give me head, I'd love that."

"I would."

"Okay then, you should put it in your mouth."

"I don't think it'll fit in my mouth, Ron." She was 
staring wide-eyed at it again.

"Just the tip of it. Just the top." She leaned over, 
her dyed-black hair obscuring my view of her face, but 
I could see one of her young little tits, still 
exposed, hanging down, as she directed the tip of my 
penis into her wide-open mouth.

I moaned as the tip of my penis ventured for the first 
time into her warm mouth. "That feels so great! Now, 
wrap your hand around my cock, and pretend that your 
mouth is your pussy, you know, move my penis in and out 
of it." She started following my instructions, bobbing 
her head up and down, the tip of my cock slipping past 
her lips and into her mouth, where it was lightly 
caressed by her tongue, then out, then in again. 

"Oh, yeah, that's it. Now, use lots of spit. Your pussy 
gets really wet, you know. So your hand, my cock, 
should be really wet. And just let your hand slide up 
and down, yeah, like it's just a part of your mouth. 
Like it's a part of your pussy. That's it!" I said 
breathlessly. "Oh yeah, that's it!" She started moving 
her entire hand and mouth over my cock, using her spit 
as a lubricant. 

"Oh god Maggie, that feels so good! Now, touch my 
balls. Just lightly touch my balls!" She did as I 
commanded, continuing to stroke my penis while she 
fondled my sack. "Oh! Deeper, Maggie, deeper into your 
mouth!" I was getting extremely excited.

She opened her mouth wider and bobbed her head down 
lower, letting the entire cap of my penis into her 
mouth. As she did, her teeth dragged along my sensitive 
skin. "Ah, no, no teeth, Maggie. Less teeth!" She 
quickly opened her little mouth absolutely as wide as 
she could.

I started moving my hips in rhythm with her strokes, 
pushing myself into her, testing how deep I could get 
inside her without her teeth causing me too much pain. 
As she continued to work her magic on my cock, I 
reached down, under her arms, and cupped her little 
tits in my hands. 

Each time she took me into her mouth, I would press my 
hips toward her, pushing into her, and I could feel the 
tip of my penis sliding down the roof of her mouth, 
wedging sweetly into the back of her tongue. Then she 
would pull her head back until only the very tip was 
still in contact with her lips, then she would bob down 
and my cock would go in to the roof of her mouth again. 
Her spit was constantly flowing out of her mouth; the 
entire operation was getting very wet, spit running 
down my cock and onto my balls.

After Maggie had sucked on me for ages, I could feel an 
orgasm starting to well deep inside me. I let go of her 
breasts and wrapped my fingers in her hair, cradling 
the back of her head in my hands. Finally I reached the 
point of orgasm, and I stayed there, without coming, 
for what seemed like five minutes, although it was 
probably more like five seconds. 

Maggie continued to rock up and down on my cock as I 
clinched my eyes and tightened my grip on her head, 
wrapping my fingers even more tightly in her hair. My 
whole body tensed as I waited for the young girl to 
finally complete my orgasm, as I waited for those last 
couple of strokes that would take me over the edge.

Eventually, I could hold back no longer and I felt the 
first gush of come exploding out of my cock, and I 
rammed into her mouth as deep as I could, not caring 
any longer about her teeth dragging against my skin. My 
strong hands held her head in place; even though she 
tried instinctively, in vain, to jerk her head back, my 
fingers, tightly wrapped in her hair, prevented her 
from moving any more than I allowed. 

In fact, using my strength, I even managed to pull her 
head in towards my hips a little, allowing me to get 
even deeper into her. With the tip of my cock buried 
deep between her tongue and the back of her mouth, I 
waited for one final, glorious moment, just a split 
second, really, but it seemed like forever, tightly 
holding Maggie's head in place while I braced for my 
orgasm to finally be consummated. 

And then I shot the first glorious load of my warm, 
salty fluid deep inside her mouth, down into her 
throat. Maggie tried to jerk back again, sputtering and 
choking with surprise at the force of my ejaculation 
and the taste of my come, but I held her tightly in 
place as I pulled my hips back, then shoved myself into 
her again, this time strongly and forcefully pulling 
her head in towards my hips. 

She resisted less this time, not jerking her head back 
as I entered her, but then I shot another load of come 
and she started gagging and choking and tried to jerk 
her head back again. Still I held her strongly in 
place, pulling back and pushing in again, holding her 
tightly with my powerful hands and fingers wrapped in 
her hair, and unload another shot of come. 

Finally she sputtered and wheezed and gagged as come 
streamed out of her mouth, down her chin, onto her hand 
that was still holding my cock. I released my grip on 
her head and hair and she pulled back, letting my cock 
leave her mouth. As she gagged, gobs of semen erupting 
out of her mouth with each cough, I continued to come, 
striking her forcefully in the face with every pump. 
She closed her eyes tightly, mouth wide open with come 
dripping out of it, as I pumped shot after shot onto 
her young, beautiful face.

Then, it was over. I just sat there, my spent, hard 
penis twitching right in front of her. There was come 
everywhere: in her hair, on her face, gobs of it 
dripping off of her chin and onto her breasts and 
jeans. It was all over me, too, all over my legs, my 
cock, my pubic hair, all over the couch and the floor. 
When she had started gagging, the stuff just spewed 
everywhere out of her mouth.

She leaned back on her heals, opened her eyes and 
looked at me with her fabulous baby blues. I had no 
idea what she was thinking at this moment; I knew I had 
been a little rough with her. But then, much to my 
relief, she started smiling, and then both of us 
started laughing. "Wow," she said through her laughter, 
"that was incredible! I can't believe how much you 
came! Is it always like that?"

"Yeah, but only if the person giving me head is really 
good at it!"

"You think I was good at it?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Well, maybe we should try it again someday," she said, 
smiling mischievously.

"I think we should," I answered, smiling back at her. 
She reached down and pulled the cups of her bra back 
over her sweet, diminutive tits, and our little 
interlude was over. 

We both got cleaned up and I walked her to the back 
door. She stood up on her tip-toes to give me a kiss 
goodbye, and after a long, wonderful kiss, she said, 
"See yah soon, Ron."

I couldn't wait.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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