Message-ID: <46557asstr$1076361004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20040209131355.43680.qmail@web41606.mail.yahoo.com> From: "punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com" X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 05:13:55 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Punk Rock Girl (Mf, 1st, Msolo, voy) X-Original-Subject: story submissions - Punk Rock Girl (Mf, 1st, Msolo, voy) Lines: 240 Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 16:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw this is my first submission, please let me know if there are problems. thanks --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Finance: Get your refund fast by filing online <1st attachment, "Document.doc" begin> ********************************* This story is copyrighted by the author. Feel free to post it to any free site, but if you do, please let me know at punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com. Of course, this story is fantasy. The author does not condone sex with minors in real life, and has never done it himself. But that's why we have imaginations, right? ********************************* This is my first story, PLEASE give me feedback! punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com This is only chapter one, I will write more if people want. I envision the action in later chapters going a little less smoothly than the fantasy described in this one :) Punk Rock Girl (Mf, 1st, Msolo, voy) by punk_you_jenkins I watched them move from store to store - all the trendy ones that a suburban mall can offer. Their shopping bags were like a cornucopia of mass culture - the Gap, Old Navy and Abercrombie and Fitch. Had anyone paid close attention, I would have surely stuck out. An old tattered ball cap, navy blue hooded sweatshirt and green baggy cargos aren't unusual per se, but you wouldn't normally find them in this end of the mall, surrounded by this season's must-have looks. Fortunately for me, nobody paid close attention. So I was free to watch the three girls, no more than 14, as they spent away their Christmas money. One of them captured my eye from the moment I first encountered them at the Food Court, and truth be told, she was the one I was following. Shorter than the others, she had the most radiant red streaks in her blonde hair and her creamy skin set off her pale blue eyes like you wouldn't believe. She wore the uniform of the typical mall-punk kid - a trucker cap with "Porn Star" etched in sparkly letters, a tight thrift-store t-shirt smoothed across under-developed breasts and hip hugger jeans with a studded belt sublty revealing the make of the panties beneath, but not the style or fabric. To be fair, I wasn't at the mall to stalk. This was the only mall in town with a decent record shop. The place even had a fair-sized vinyl section with some re-released Pistols and Stiff Little Fingers. I just had time to kill when I saw this girl laughing with her friends. But eventually, I grew weary of the stores' tinny p.a. systems inviting me to "Shake My Tailfeather" or party like it was my birthday, so I abandoned my leisurly persuit and headed for my original destination. I was engrossed in the tracklist of a rare Clash import disc when the three girls made their way into the store. I glanced up as I heard the infectuous giggle of young teen girls. For a second, I was captivated again by those eyes. They had an innocence to them, but they hinted at some deeper understanding. And they were sexy, especially when she furrowed her brow in concentration. I forced myself to look away as they turned to find the latest Good Charlotte-look-alike band's concert DVD, so I didn't notice that my girl had broken away from the pack and made her way towards me. "It's a killer record," I heard a soft feminine voice say. "Japanese release only." I glanced up and found myself mere inches away from the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. "Yea," I managed to say. "It looks pretty good." "Have you heard of the Dead Milkmen?" she asked. "You'd probably dig them, judging by the discs you have in your hand." I had heard of the band, but was still unable to find my tongue. She giggled. "I've totally seen you here before dude, I like your taste." I was astonished. How had I not noticed this supple young goddess before today? And how had I managed to get her to notice me? "My name's Anne," she said, offering her soft hand to me. "J.P." I responded, enjoying the feel of her warm fingers in mine. Suddenly the spell was broken by a call from one of her friends. "Come on Annie-gurl, my dad's totally gonna be pissed if we're any later." Anne giggled and blushed. "Sorry, that's my ride." "Wait," I exclaimed. "We should hook up and listen to some music or something." She eyed me curiously, then blushed. "I'd like that," she said. "Here, take my number," I said as I hurriedly scrawled it out on the back of an old ATM statement. As she left I couldn't help but stare. Her little ass was perfect and the image of it walking away would be forever burned in my mind. I couldn't believe I'd had the guts to offer to meet her again. That really wasn't my style. And she had said yes! Of course, I was probably ten years older than her. She probably had some boyfriend her own age. No way she'd be interested in me. And besides, I'd get in serious trouble if I tried anything, and I was hardly the smooth operator with girls my own age, let alone some thirteen (fourteen? who knows) year old goddess. -------- The next few days passed in silence and I began to lose hope. Then one Saturday afternoon my phone rang. "Hey, it's Anne." I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice. "Uh hey," "You remember me, don't you? From the record shop?" Of course I remember you, I thought. Out loud I said, "Yea, yea for sure, what's up?" "Well, I was gonna hit the mall today, and I was wondering if you wanted to meet me and talk about some music," she said nervously. I was relieved that she sounded as nervous as I felt. "Yea, that sounds cool," I responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "How's the Food Court at about 2?" "Perfect, see you there," she said quickly and hung up. I hung up and noticed I was sporting quite the erection. Just hearing her voice had brought back a flood of emotion that I was almost too embarassed to admit to. I jumped in the shower, poured some shower gel into my hand and began to stroke myself. I let my imagination take me wherever it wanted to... -------------- In my fantasy we were back at my apartment. She was wearing white satin panties and a matching bra and she was in the process of stroking my cock through my pants as we rolled on the living room floor. She reached for my belt and undid it while looking into my eyes with longing. "I need you so badly," she moaned. I began to fumble with her bra while she slid my pants down to my ankles. The soft feel of the satin was driving my crazy and as I slipped the bra from her slim body and exposed her tiny tits, I felt compelled to rub the garment against my cheek. Her young hands had managed to work my boxers to the floor as well, so only her satin panties and my t-shirt remained on our increasingly entwined bodies. She slid up on top of me and began rubbing her satin covered pussy on my crotch. I reached up and took one of her tiny nipples in my mouth. She released a satisfied moan that defied her early age and increased the pace of her grinding. My hands roamed over her body, tracing her under-developed curves and gently squeezing the last remnants of baby fat on her thighs. I rubbed her ass over and over, enjoying the soft feel of the fabric until I built up the courage to slip a finger inside her panties and over her clit. She moaned again and looked deep in my eyes as she moved my hands and started to slip her panties off. I looked down and saw the object of my desire. She had just a hint of pubic hair surrounding her otherwise childish pussy. I slid my hand down and stroked at her barely exposed clit, causing her to moan once again. She began to stroke my cock as I manipulated her clit. After a few minutes she looked me in the eye, smiled and began to pull my cock towards her slit. I entered her in one smooth thrust and felt as her cherry ripped. I looked up into her eyes and saw her wince with pain, then start to smile. Just then I felt my cock erupt in my hand and I was dragged back into reality. I had coated the wall of my shower and had to grab the curtain rod as my knees buckled. I sighed and finished my shower, wondering if I would have the chance to live out my fantasy by day's end. ************ END OF CHAPTER ONE ************ Please tell me if it's worth continuing punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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