This story is about me drugging and fucking two young girls.
It never happened in my real life, this is a completely made-up story, a fantasy.
Important disclaimer:
All characters are over 18 years old.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. As a non-native English speaker (I'm Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.
Characters:
Steve, me, 37, married to Becky, one 14-year-old daughter,
Nicole, an 18-year-old black girl, helping her sister out
Amy, also 18, Nicole's friend, a fiery redhead
Ok, ready to go? Let's roll.
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The first time I noticed Nicole was at my daughter's soccer game. Her sister played for the opposing team, and though we never spoke that day, I couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something about her presence, calm, confident, effortlessly elegant, that stayed with me long after the match ended. She must've been 18 or so, but I just was blown away, and when I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her dark areoles and even darker nipples were visible through the dress...
I was in love.
Three months later, I couldn't tell you who won that game, but I still remembered exactly what she wore. A soft white dress that moved gently in the breeze, cut just above the knee.
It hugged her form gracefully. She had a quiet beauty that didn't demand attention, yet captivated mine completely.
When she walked, there was a natural rhythm to her steps, an easy sway that seemed to match her warm smile, and she was only a young teenage girl... What would eventually become of her, I remember thinking.
She radiated something rare, confidence without pretense, elegance without effort.
She was a milk-chocolate black young teen girl, and with a figure men would kill for, well, if you like'm young
I admit, I was fascinated by some of the lovely girls, or young women who were students at the school, but I sort of figured out early on that they were all off-limits. Some of them were under as young as 12 years old, strictly, and I mean STRICTLY jailbait, but some were more... well old enough would want little or nothing to do with a man as old and undesirable as me.
There were not only young girls that drew my attention, there was little Ella. She was a 19-year-old, African-American who worked part-time as an assistant to one of the "challenged kids." She usually wore rather conservative, covering clothing, but then, one day, I saw her shopping in the mall, and she wore a tight, slate-white dress that fit her form perfectly. The dress hung from her shoulders and was very low-cut, allowing her big, milk chocolate, busty cleavage to be displayed.
She flicked at her thick pitch black hair, which hung straight and down past the middle of her bare back; bare since the dress had no back, covered her slim hips, and had strings going up the spine, like a corset. It was obvious to all who looked at Ella that she was not wearing a bra.
The dress dropped to mid-thigh length and framed her fit, strong hips and upper legs.
It was fairly obvious that Nicole had been a track and field athlete in her high school.
Her fit black legs and backside were well-toned, but they weren't too big.
She swayed her hips this way and that as she strutted between shops. I kept my distance, and she never noticed me.
Another girl that I liked was Gina. One day she came to my office.
"I was wondering, Professor, if I might have a second?" she asked as I was sitting down on my chair behind my desk.
She was a very attractive student, wearing a blouse, her red and blue pleated skirt, knee-length white socks, and shiny, ugly shoes. Her small, pale chest showed a little cleavage, but a lot of skin.
"Oh, yes, sure!" I groaned, trying my best not to look and her pert little breasts.
"Yes, Gina, how are you? What can I do for you?" I was sweating and shaking, watching Gina sit down in front of me.
I liked Gina, and always found myself staring at her small tits and tight ass. In fact, what I would've liked right now is for her to take me to heaven with her mouth, and I don't mean by way of words.
Gina asked about some stupid exam coming up, but all I could think about was her beautiful mouth working my cock at one point I almost asked Gina if she could stay, but I didn't.
Eventually, Gina got up and walked to the door, I was staring at her skirt, and her tight ass as my cock grew, and somehow, I made some sort of sound..
"What was that?" Gina asked and I prayed she didn't see me checking out her tight little ass.
"I don't know. What was what?"
"Ahh, nothing, good evening, Professor."
"You too, Gina, and don't worry about the exam, you'll do fine."
As she left, she closed the door behind her, I quickly stood up, stumbled to lock the door, dropped my trousers down to my ankles, pulled out my dripping cock and started to jerk off.
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Then came the day.
I was just toweling off and casually rubbing my cock. Hangover wasn't so bad, my wife and daughter had left earlier, one for a full day of surfing with her friends, and one with some soccer game. The doorbell rang. I wrapped the towel around me, went downstairs, and opened the door.
And there stood a young black girl, wearing a green skirt and a white, way too tight top, complete with a hat, long white socks, and yellow slippers, and a neat little scarf tied around her neck.
Over her top she wore a jacket so I couldn't see if she had sexy tits and visible areoles, but I noticed down her dark cleavage.
Her eyes, for just a brief second, looked down at my crotch, and I think she noticed the bulge in my towel. Ahh fuck...
I imagined her crimson-painted fingertips rolling over her pretty, little clitoris and her red-painted lips parting in moaned pleasure as I pushed myself deep inside her pretty, pink pussy...
Those deep brown, doe eyes, staring deeply into my eyes, were enough to make me sweaty.
I gave an audible gulp and battled to make direct eye contact with her. That didn't help.
"Hi, sir. Would you like to support my Girl Scout troop by buying some cookies today?" The little voice said.
My cock throbbed reminding me of the lust the girl had on me a few months ago. GOD!!! I thought as I gazed at this petite little black girl.
"We're raising money for a camping trip for the class, and for community service to the poor neighborhoods, and every box helps! We have all your favorites, Thin Mints, Samoas, Tagalongs, and more, and they're only 3 $per box. Would you like to grab a few before they're gone for the season?"
I really didn't pay attention to her words, just to her pointed breast and her nice brown legs.
"OK, wait a minute," I shuddered.
I turned to get the money from the table, and the towel accidentally slipped. I hastily re-arranged it but she got a good eyeful of my butt. I know 'cause she was stifling giggling.
I took a fiver from the table and gave it to her.
She placed her bag on the floor and reached down for a box. As she did that, I got a glimpse of what was hidden under the jacket.
Her pink brassiere captured her lush breasts with intent. I caught myself thinking about stepping closer, wrapping my arms around her back, letting my hands wander down to feel the creamy hot flesh of her sexy ebony thighs, running my hand up to touch her tight ass cheeks trapped in her silky panties.
Her breast looked like it swelled as she panted for breath. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin lace fabric, I think she had an inexplicable burning sensation deep between her legs, I hoped...
"Here's your... change, sir." She fumbled in her bag for change, as I stared at her brown small tits poking through her blouse, and her face seemed turned a bit of a flush.
"I'm sorry, that was all the cash I had home, but..."
"No problem, sir, we are happy for all donations."
"Can I ask you something?
"Sure, sir," She still had no clue what I wanted to do with her.
She moved her shoulders from side to side in a coy little move and said,
"I'm sorry to say this... But, aren't you a little old to be a Girl Scout?" she replied.
"Haha. I get that a lot. I'm helping my sister sell cookies," she replied as she looked up and down with her eyes. "She's very shy and... And, no, sir, I turned 18 last month, and like I said, I'm helping my sister because..."
I could not believe it. This little honey wanted it. So I decided to play with her a little.
"Let me guess, she's a bit on the shy side..."
"Yes... Yes, sir, she is, and... but..."
"Listen, I understand, that is so nice of you, how old is your sister?" I asked, pretending I didn't know, since she played against Ameli... well, my daughter's soccer team.
"She's only 14, so I feel I have to help her, and the money goes to her trip, sir, not mine," She said and blushed.
"But, seriously... I know it's 2015, but... going around like that. I mean... your outfit is... maybe a tad too small... Not that I..."
"Ohh... I know, sir, it's not mine, it's my sister's, and I know... well, that she's smaller... I mean a like a kid, and I'm... you know...older."
I imagined her pussy lips quiver in the wet lust engulfing her inflamed pussy. Slowly saturating them in her desire, flowing over her wet crimson delight. Her eyes were darting around, lost in erratic passion, unable to focus, her mind a blur of unrelenting sexual need.
I pulled down her panties just low enough to leave her gushing young cunt exposed, watching her lust drip into the crotch until it soaked through running down her inner thighs. The need between her legs was excruciating, her clit poking out, begging to be touched.
"I'm sorry... I don't have... more..." I felt my cock grow hard under the towel, and I felt that I had to remove myself of this situation.
"I'm Steve, by the way," I said and reached out my hand.
"Hi, I'm Nicole," she answered and placed her tiny black hand in mine, and we shook hands.
"Come back... tomorrow, my wife and daughter..." I caught myself just short of saying that they'd be gone all evening for Amalie's science competition.
I wanted to bury my face into her young lust, taste her desire, and feed on her exposed need. Cupping her young breast as she stood there, making eye contact with this beautiful new young plaything.
