Punk Rock Show - Sex Stories

Punk Rock Show

... 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 k**ding." "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, c***dish 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 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 ...