Archive-name: Young/thrteen.txt
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Archive-title: Acid House Party


   I was feeling horny alright.  The huge old
   building was hot in more ways than one and all
   this smell of pussy had given me a raging
   hard-on.  I drifted to the back where some old
   machinery had been stacked.  A girl was there. 
   She was holding on to some kind of lathe and
   swaying, from the effects of either drugs, alco-
   hol or the pounding music.  Probably all three. 
   I looked at her and she gazed back at me through
   half-closed eyelids.  'Struth!  She didn't half
   look young.

   "Hi!"  I thought I'd chat her up.  "I'm....sho
   pished!"  She slurred, still swaying to and fro. 
   "I jusht.....car-rnt..shtand up..shtraight!"  I
   wasn't in the mood for long conversations so I
   grabbed hold of one of her small tits and began
   to squeeze it through her thin top.  Apart from
   her drunken stagger, she didn't move.  A giggle
   escaped from somewhere in her throat. 
   "Thatsh-me-boob!"  Just to keep things even I
   moved my hand to squeeze her other tit.  They
   both felt very new.

   I thought I'd better ask the question.  "By the
   way, how old are you?"  Another giggle. 
   "Un-lucky thir-r-r-rteen..."  "Bloody hell!"  I
   gulped.  That'd stopped me in my tracks.  The
   gig was supposed to be restricted to over eight-
   eens only.  "How in hell did you get in here?" 
   She put an unsteady finger to her lips.  "Thatsh
   my.... shecret..."

   Cryptic answers have always pissed me off
   anyway, but this time I just didn't want to
   know.  Fuck it!  What I did know was I was Horny
   with a capital H.  "Come here!"  I instructed,
   grabbing her hand to pull her arm round my
   waist.  I wanted SEX there and then, so she'd
   just have to put up with it and be satisfied
   with blaming herself for sneaking past the door
   guards.

   I steered her around the machinery until I found
   something fairly flat at waist height, turned
   her around and bent her face down with her arms
   flopping loosely forwards.  "Hey
   Mishter!....Whascha..doin....?"  She slurred the
   words into the machine, but fortunately she was
   too pissed to either resist or care very much.

   I pulled up her short skirt until it stuck above
   her thighs.  She was wearing cotton school
   knickers.  They'd definitely have to go!  Grab-
   bing the elasticated waist I yanked downwards
   until they slid inside-out over her knees and
   ended up around her ankles.  Lifting each foot I
   finally got them off.  I've always hated school
   knickers so I rolled them into a ball and
   stuffed them into a filthy grease-filled gear
   assembly to my right.  Then, unfastening my
   trousers, I eased my erection out until it
   sprung into my hand.  It throbbed as I squeezed
   to admire its hardness.

   The girl, easily young enough to be my daughter,
   lay bent over the old machine with her skirt up
   over her bum.  Her small arse-cheeks looked all
   white, smooth and firm.  I'd wasted enough time
   so I got close up behind her, kicked her feet
   apart to open her legs and rubbed my cock
   against her fuzzy slit.  She made a feeble at-
   tempt to move aside, but was too inebriated to
   succeed and I easily held her in place. 
   "Thatsh- me-fanny...yuh...dirty..lishtle
   bugger!"  Instead of answering I concentrated on
   getting my cock in her.  It was lucky for me she
   was so pissed and I was so horny, so hard,
   otherwise I might not have succeeded.

   As it was, I held myself in the right place and
   pushed forward and upward until I felt her fanny
   give way and my cock started sliding into her
   body.  She might even still have been a virgin,
   although I doubted it.  Don't most young girls
   start fucking early nowadays?  "Anyway," I
   thought to myself, "Who gives a fuck!"  She
   tried to mutter something but her speech was too
   garbled so I ignored it and concentrated on
   fucking her.  Leaning over her back I managed to
   get hold of one tit and squeezed the nipple
   while I see-sawed my hot cock up her tight fuck-
   chute.  It didn't take me long to reach the
   brink, then just a few short thrusts followed by
   one deep lunge took me over the top.

   It was such an exquisite feeling as my spunk
   rocketed from my cock to fill her young belly. 
   I held her tight while spurt after spurt of my
   fertile cream shot into her, oblivious to her
   loud moans and the earsplitting music.  It felt
   so delicious, unloading all my frustrations as
   the hot seed poured into her womb.  Young as she
   was, this girl was certainly a nice fuck and if
   she hadn't been quite so dangerously under-age I
   might even've been tempted to see her again. 
   No, I certainly didn't intend to get done for
   fucking some kid, and this one was definitely no
   more than thirteen.  Maybe even younger....

   Eventually I finished cumming and collapsed for-
   ward onto her body, my heart pumping away as I
   waited for my breathing to steady.  She was
   moaning and then garbled some crap about babies. 
   I didn't even bother to try and listen.  I'd
   done my stuff and felt relaxed and satisfied! 
   Levering myself off her, I ruffled my hand
   through her cheaply lacquered mousy hair.  She
   started to sob.  Why the fuck do some girls cry
   after a good screw?  Yeah, I suppose I might've
   got her pregnant!  Then again, why should I give
   a shit?  She'd probably get fucked again soon,
   then it would be someone else's problem...!

   I wiped my cock on her skirt before putting it
   back in my pants and zipping up.  I made towards
   the bar.  "Thanks for the fuck, kid"  I growled,
   glancing back over my shoulder, and made a men-
   tal note to fuck more thirteen year olds...
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