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Always a Gentleman
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

Our young hero is rewarded for rescuing a girl in the 
rain. (mf-teens, youths, 1st)

***

It was raining hard when I finished in the newspaper 
office and two girls stood just inside the side 
entrance, watching it pour. I didn't know either of 
them, but they looked like freshmen, young and cute. 

"I'll get my car and give you a ride," I said, handing 
one my old bookbag. I ran taking long strides, trying 
to avoid puddles; glad I never locked my car and hoping 
the roof wasn't leaking. The Fiero started right up, 
coughed a couple of times as I backed out, swung 
around, drew up to the entrance and popped open the 
door.

They ran, squealing, and scrambled in atop each other, 
pretty wet and gasping, hair in strings, tossing my bag 
in the back, boobs bobbling, legs all over the place, 
backpacks in laps.

"Hi," I said after admiring various girl parts, "where 
do you live?"

One lived on Marshall Drive a mile or so away and the 
other in Glenville, a tony suburb. We dropped the first 
girl off and the other one clipped on a seat belt, put 
her bag on the floor and said, "I'm Sonya, Sonya 
Simmons." She sounded confident and at ease.

"Hi," I said, glancing at her as I got it in gear and 
liking what I saw. "Thought people out your way went to 
Western High." She was a fine looking youngster with a 
really impressive set of milkers, her shirt pasted to 
them by the rain, nipples jutting, high and firm, 
mounds ready for sucking.

She wiggled, stretching out her long legs. "I got in 
some trouble in 8th grade, so they transferred me. It 
really wasn't that gang stuff or anything." She 
sniffed. There had been a scandal about a bunch of kids 
giving Hispanics a hard time.

"Don't let me miss the turn," I said, smiling at her. 
"What kind of trouble?"

She sniffed again and exhaled. "Blow jobs."

"Oh," I said. I remembered reading about that, oral 
sex. "Wasn't there a teacher involved?"

"Yeah, a real pervert," She looked away.

"Ah well, live and learn I guess."

"Wasn't funny," she said. "My father really blew up, 
beat me with his belt. First time he's ever done that. 
But then I did get caught under a cafeteria table, on 
my knees."

"Damn shame. Embarrassing, huh. But your name didn't 
get in the paper, did it?"

She shook her head. "But everybody knew, and the 
teacher got fired. Nobody would talk to me."

I went through the gears and she turned on the radio 
and found some noise she liked. "Hope you don't mind," 
she said, settling back, arms folded under her rack. 
She was wearing a very short denim skirt and she had 
about a yard of leg.

I smiled at her and she grinned back.

When we got to her house in a very upscale 
neighborhood, she said, "Come on in. You can dry your 
hair, and I'll buy you a Coke."

By then it was just drizzling, so I pulled up in the 
driveway and trotted to the back door behind her, 
admiring her long legs and her tiny skirt, a micro mini 
if there ever was one, a skirt that gave our dress code 
a real problem.

She dropped her bag on the kitchen table, pulled her 
wet shirt over the head and hurried away, saying, "Get 
yourself a drink." She had not been wearing a bra. My 
cock flinched.

I found the paper towels, dried my hair some and took 
two cans from the refrigerator. Sonya was soon back in 
a very small crop-top and tight, low-hanging shorts 
that displayed her mound wonderfully, the zipper right 
down her slit, real ass molders that might have fit her 
last year.

"Let's go downstairs," she said. "Nobody's home, in 
case you wondered."

At the bottom of the steps she turned and came into my 
arms, lips parted and belly on mine, leg lifted, knee 
in my groin, so I kissed her and she kissed me and then 
we kissed some more, both of us still holding a cold 
Coke can in one hand and each other with the other 
hands, grinding our groins together. She tasted good 
and her tongue was very active. Her nipples were hard 
as stones and her butt muscular.

She took my hand and led me to a black, leather couch, 
and we sat and hugged and kissed some more, my hand 
kneading her firm boob. When her mouth was free and 
with my other hand in the small of her back, holding 
her to me, she said, "Daddy won't let me hook up with 
anybody, no boyfriends, no parties, no nothing."

"Really grounded, eh?" I said, pulling her back to me 
and exploring her mouth with my tongue while I slid a 
hand up under her shirt, finding girlskin, no bra, no 
surprise, just a handful of boob.

"Um," she moaned when our mouths parted. "So I haven't 
done it for more than two months." She began working on 
my belt buckle. "And I really need it, need to climax, 
need a cock."

"How old are you, Sonya?" I asked as we wriggled her 
out of her tiny shirt, and I grasped her firm breast 
and squeezed, watching her nipple bulge. I licked it.

"Old enough," she sighed, gnawing my lip, "old enough.'

"You're a freshman?"

She nodded as she pulled down my zipper as I bent to 
suck her tiny nipple. It was really small and pink and 
it got hard fast, in fact the whole area seemed to 
swell.

"Are you sixteen?" I asked, fearing the answer as I 
switched my attention to her other tit.

"Not yet," she sighed as she pulled out my swelling 
cock and dropped to her knees between my legs.

"Sonya," I said firmly, pulling her up on my lap and 
trying to ignore the fact that my prick was sticking 
straight up between us, quivering and oozing, huge and 
hard, "we can't have sex. You're too young. I'm really 
sorry." I patted her thigh where her shorts were 
hanging. She was wearing panties, very tiny panties, 
lacy thongs.

She kissed me hard. "Yes we can; yes we can," she 
sobbed. "I'm really sixteen, honest I am, honest," she 
kissed me again, and grabbed my cock. "Please, please. 
Its so big, so hot."

I shook my head as she wiggled free, got back on the 
floor and swallowed the head of my surging ram. She was 
a real expert with her tongue, proving that she was an 
experienced cocksucker. My good intentions melted as my 
little head took control. I buried my fingers in her 
wet hair and let her enjoy herself as she bobbed and 
sucked.

As I felt my balls tense, I said, "You want it in your 
mouth?"

She looked at me, smiled around my thick shaft, and 
nodded. I surged, ejaculated and she swallowed, really 
gulping, tonguing my balls now and then. Somehow she 
had wiggled all the way out of her shorts and 
underpants while she demonstrated her skills at 
cunnilingus so when I pulled her up on the couch and 
spread her long legs, she was bare as could be. I ate 
her with gusto and she gasped and squealed when she 
came as I flicked her erect clit with the tip of my 
tongue and her puffy labia tried to swallow my mouth.

Then I climbed up and mounted her, slipping my big ram 
into her tiny but parted lips, well greased with my 
spit and her juices.

I rose to push-up position and inch after inch 
penetrated her tight and rippling pussy. I smiled down 
at her, dug in my toes and shoved harder, maybe halfway 
in, pure pleasure in a tight youngster.

Her eyes popped open and she shook her head from side 
to side. "No, don't," she gasped, "don't, don't, I've 
never..."

But it was too late, I had already torn her open and 
was at least a half-foot deep in her as she arched and 
tried to push me away. She started crying so I stopped 
thrusting and slipped down beside her instead of atop 
her, grasping her butt, turning her to me. She was 
whimpering, with my glans still held within her 
wriggling lips, both of us breathing hard.

"I know it's my fault," she moaned. "I should have told 
you, but I've never done it, never gone this far, never 
had a boy in me. Just done oral, sixty-nine sometimes." 
She sniffed and gulped. "I was a virgin." She buried 
her face on my chest and my pitiless cock flexed within 
her as she wept. She had used the right tense.

I pushed the hair out of her face, kissed her nose and 
asked, "Should we stop?"

She nodded, wordlessly, looking at me, begging for 
mercy or something I guess, tears in her eyes. I backed 
out and sat up and she was immediately there beside me 
with her hand on my blood-hot ram, its head and shaft 
slick with our juices.

"Oh Billy," she sobbed, stroking downward, "it's so 
big, so hard, so hot and beautiful." She leaned down 
and kissed it, licking the drops of pre-cum from my 
slit.

"I'm sorry," I said, slipping my finger into her vagina 
and feeling her clamp on it.

"Not your fault," she sighed. "Not your fault." She was 
still stroking. "You sacred me. I think that's what it 
was, just fright."

I grasped her breast, pulled her too me and kissed her 
gently. She swung about and sat on my knees, smiling at 
me as she rose up on her toes, closed her eyes and 
wiggled forward to take my upright cockhead into her 
puffy-lipped pussy, my face between her luscious 
globes. She grimaced and sank down on it, mashing her 
boobs to my chest and then lowering herself slowly, 
screwing it in, lips a thin line until I was in her to 
the balls, to the very hilt. Happily buried, my scrotum 
hard and tight to her.

"There," she said, with a small smile, "I did it."

"How's it feel?" I asked with a smile.

"Awful, terrible, wonderful, exciting, like I've got a 
tree growing in me, a telephone pole or something."

I held her at the hips, clamped my mouth to her left 
tit after she arched her back, and started thrusting, 
slow and deep, holding each one until it jumped or 
flexed and listening to her groan and gasp. By the time 
I switched to the other breast she was into ragged 
breathing and getting close, her whole body trembling 
in my grasp, her vagina convulsing on my horn. I knew 
an orgasm was coming, and coming fast. She screamed 
when she came, screamed three times as she jumped and 
went rigid, kicking her feet and beating on me.

I spread my legs and eased her head and shoulders down 
to the floor, stood, held her thighs to my hips and 
fucked her straight down, ramming into her like a pile 
driver and pulled her up so only her hair and fingers 
were on the floor. She screamed again and shook when 
she climaxed, jumping as if electrocuted, and I let her 
all the way down and pulled my dripping spear from her 
young body, found my handkerchief and ejaculated into 
it while she rolled into a ball, moaning and sobbing.

She climbed back onto the sofa and I put her on her 
hands and knees and took her from behind, easing my big 
cock into her ripe young body, well greased now but 
still hot and throbbing. She was gasping and moaning, 
trying to say something that came out all garbled as I 
grasped her shoulders, held her to me and hammered it 
into her until she squealed with pleasure, convulsing 
and climaxing on my spear. That was number three or 
number four. I rolled her over, got her legs up on my 
chest and thrust it back into her, all the way into 
her.

Then I hooked my arms under her legs, pushed her knees 
back as far as I could and fucked her brutally, 
battering her young body until I felt my sperm boiling 
again. I pulled free, let her legs down, crawled up her 
body, put my glans as her lips and pumped out several 
yards of semen. She opened her mouth and I filled it.

Then I sat back, popped my Coke and drank half of it 
down, listening to her mewl. When she recovered, she 
crawled to me, put her head in my lap and sucked my 
balls and then rolled over and smiled up at me. "That 
was good, wasn't it?" I cupped a firm breast.

"Yes," I said, "It was. Sorry if I got a little rough. 
Sometimes I sort of lose control."

"It's all right, but," she sniffed. "But I need to come 
again. Can you lick it, eat it; you know what I mean."

"Sure," I said, "bring that pussy up here."

She smiled and licked her lips, stood on the couch and 
then got her legs behind my shoulders and brought her 
ravaged pudenda right to my mouth. I held her ass, 
kneaded her buttocks, explored her anus and licked and 
sucked her slit until she moaned and sobbed. Then I 
nibbled her clit and she exploded, beating on the 
paneled wall with her fists as orgasm after orgasm 
swept through her. By then I was hard again, so I 
pulled her down on my lap, with her knees at my hips 
and impaled her, almost straight up into her.

We sat like that for some time, both of us breathing 
hard, gathering ourselves, and then she started moving, 
moving up and down and in and out, her luscious breasts 
rising where my mouth could nip her tits; my shaft 
sliding easily and deeply in and out of her. "I can't 
do it," she gasped after a few minutes, "I'm sorry. I 
know you need it."

"No," I said, kissing her and humping hard and fast, 
"I've had enough, enough for now. And besides, I don't 
have sex with girls under sixteen. I never do."

"I understand," she said, climbing off and grasping my 
slick shaft. "I wish I was older." She bent to mouth 
it.

"Me too." I leaned back and closed my eyes.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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