Madison would always come into the coffee shop I worked at (a place that starts with "S" and that all pretty white girls love) on Thursdays and order the same drink, a grande white-chocolate mocha with a shot of mint flavoring. Every time she came in, I would marvel at her rack, which wasn't all that big but she knew exactly how to make it stand out. She always wore the cutest little shirts that hugged her figure nicely. She was about 5'6'', and in the few times that I saw her when she wore shorts or a dress, her legs just went on for days. She was built like a volleyball player, but was just a little bit thinner than the average one. Her insanely cute and innocent face was her best feature, though. She looked like a mixture of Zooey Deschanel and Sasha Grey.
This one fateful day, I decided to chat her up. I made it look like I was coming over to clean a table next to where she was sitting at, then made a little small talk. It was really easy, since she was sitting alone and probably wanted someone to talk to her. She looked like that kind of girl who both loved and hated attention.
So we're talking about the little stupid shit you talk about when you first meet someone, and she seems to be really digging me. Then, she says something surprising.
"So, where do you go to school?" I ask.
"I'm still in high school. But I'm 18," she says.
I stop, startled a bit. I shouldn't have been too surprised, given that she looked pretty young. Hell, she could easily pass for 14, which gave a moment of pause. But, Madison immediately took me by the arm and pulled me in, whispering into my ear.
"I know I'm a little young, but I've heard about your reputation from Belle, a girl you and your friend fucked rotten. You're part of the 'DP Team' from that college over there. After hearing about the amazing session you guys gave Belle, I've been coming here right after school whenever I can to hopefully get your attention. I want to be treated like a rag doll. I want to be your personal teenage slut," she says.
I pause for a minute, thinking the situation over.
"Please, you have no idea how much of a nymph I am. I may be a virgin, but I think I watch more porn than some of the boys at school," she says.
"Is that so? Well, shit," I say, knowing that my swelling cock has now taken over thinking.
"My family will be out of town over the weekend. They're leaving late Friday night, so I have Saturday and Sunday all to myself until they come home Monday morning. Maybe you and your friend can come over?" she says, her now-devilish gaze focused directly on me.
"Tell you what, I'll give you my number. If you're still up for it on Saturday, just text me the details and we'll go from there," I say, allowing me and her some chance to back out of it if we want to.
"OK, sounds fair enough. I know you're a little scared because of how young I look, but I'm sure that also has you all hot and bothered," she says, looking right at my bulge.
Madison then grabbed my bulge, squeezed it a bit, took her hand back, and put a finger in her mouth. She was right, though. The thought of fucking this budding teen slut rotten was making me rock hard.
"See you later, Ms. Madison," I say.
I had to take a longer break to rub out a quick one in the bathroom, or else I would have finished the rest of my shift walking around with a stiffy.
***
Friday, I told my friend and DP Team partner John about the new situation. Like me, he was quite turned on by the thought of double teaming another 18-year-old girl. I told him about how I had given her my number, so the onus would be on her to reach out.
Once Friday evening came along, Madison started texting me picture after picture of herself. The first one was a picture of her cute face. She captioned it, saying "Do you want to see this face covered in cum?" Her face was just so cute and innocent-looking. You could tell you barely wore any makeup because of how perfect her skin was already. Cum was the last thing you'd ever expect to grace her face, but if she wanted it I would gladly oblige.
She then texted me another picture, this time of her bare stomach. It was flat and very lightly toned, like you'd expect to see from a teenager involved in some kind of sport (I later found out she played field hockey). She captioned this, "Want me to go higher or lower?"
I replied "Higher." She soon texted back with a picture of her breasts. They weren't anything all that big, but they were so round and plump. Her nipples were hard, so you can tell she was probably touching herself. She captioned this picture, "Like what you see?" I replied, "Hell yeah Ms. Madison."
She then texted me a picture of her ass in some yoga pants. She captioned this "I know guys love seeing girls in yoga pants." And my God did her ass look good in those tight pants. Her ass was a little on the smaller side, but it was definitely round and full enough to be fun to play with.
Finally, she texted me a picture of her pussy and asshole. She captioned this "You better bring company tomorrow, I'll be waiting all day" and put down her address.
I showed all of the pictures to John and he was quite impressed.
"You bagged a cutie. It's going to be hard waiting for Saturday," he says.
"Hell yeah!" I say.
"I have a bit of a devilish plan, though. I want to invite a few more guys over for the fun. She seems like she would be up to it. What do you think?" John says.
"Well, shit, we shouldn't just come barging in all at once."
"No, of course not, but once we're getting it on a bit, I want to have them on standby and see if she's up to it."
The thought of gangbanging her really got me going. Just imagining this young little girl sandwiched between a whole bunch of guys made me want to go over to her house right this second.
"OK, sounds like a plan. We hit her house at 6, sound good?" I say.
"Right on. I'll call the other guys."
***
Saturday comes along and by the afternoon I get another text from Madison.
"When are you guys coming?" she asks.
"After fucking you in every which way possible," I reply.
Madison then replied with a bunch of smily faces and a picture of her fingering her wet pussy. There was no way she was backing out of this now.
John and I then make our way to her house. It was in the nice part of town, and when we rolled up we were shocked to see it was quite big.
"Her parents probably spoil her rotten," John says.
"I guess we need to teach her a lesson," I say.
We walk up, ring the doorbell, and Madison comes to answer the door dressed just in a white tank top and her underwear.
"Do you always answer the door dressed like that?" John blurts out.
