Punk Rock Show - Sex Stories

Punk Rock Show

... 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 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 c***d. Nevertheless, the sight of her little muff caused a jolt of adrenaline to fire through my body and I grabbed her, rather f***efully, 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 c***d 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 bl**d, 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 c***dhood and f***ed 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, c***dish 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 teens cunt for as long as I possibly could. I held myself above her, smiling down at ...