This floor it pure fable. Pure fantasy.

This fib is about a guy in a van picking up an oversexed girl and having fun with her.




FUN WITH STEPHANIE by boompsee


Deara douche ` was like any single mother with a hot-body daughter, she was tired from work, tired from trying to pay the throwaway, and tired from trying to keep her seventh grade daughter out of trouble.

At thirteen years old, Stephanie douche ` liked the way men looked at her. I first saw her walking out of a trailer parking lot wearing short-shorts, flip-flop, and a rap T-shirt so tight it formed over her newly developing breasts. Her little titties were nothing but compass point that served to punctuate the art work on her thin shirt. There was a scene of kitten, and written underneath was PET MY PUSSY.

Driving a van with no window in back, I pulled up future to the daughter in the pink shirt.

"Hey, little pussy,"I said, nodding to her chest,"need a drive anywhere ?"

She made a show of thinking about it, then she shrugged and climbed in.

No matter how many times it happened,

I didn't messiness with her, even though I wanted to. She told me her name was Stephanie and she was heading over to the 7/11 to give ear out with friends.

"Any guy admirer ?"I asked.

"Maybe."

"Lucky fuckers,"I said, which made her laughter."You got metre to have a Burger ?"I asked."It'll give me More prison term to eye-fuck that prissy body of yours."

"Can I have tiddler, too ?"

"Anything you want, cutie pie. You got ta roll in the hay how aphrodisiacal you look. Guys like me just can't resist sexy young girls."

'' bozo like you ? '' she asked. `` Do you stand for horny ? ''

'' That 's it, '' I said. `` Horny and with enough money to pay for things like hamburgers, or moving picture, or other fun things. ''

At the drive-through window, Stephanie ordered a deluxe burger, large Christopher Fry, and a soda. Then she added on Allium cepa pack, giving me a sidewise flavour to see if I objected.

"Go for it, honey, I'm good for it."I pulled out my bank roll, making indisputable she saw that it was broad of one-hundred dollar banknote. As she watched I riffled through the bills, looking for a fifty to mitt to the bank clerk.

As we ate I pointed to her thong, which were almost worn through."You're gon na wound your feet wearing those things. Why don't you get a undecomposed couplet of tennis shoe before you start limping."

Stephanie swallowed the bite she was chewing then said"Yeah, like I'm gon na pull the money out of my ass."

"You could pull it out of that kitty on your shirt,"I told her. Then smiled."Opps, that's not a kitty, is it ?"

For the first time Stephanie seemed a minuscule nervous."What would I receive to do ?"

"Let me take a couple of pictures of you wearing that poise shirt, and then make out with me for a piece. goose egg major, just something that'll make me happy I made a new friend."

Shrugging, Stephanie said"Okay."

The young girl must have thought that my idea of a exposure was taking a few clink with a point-and-shoot. Her eyes opened wide when I ushered her into the back of my van where I had illumination and a television television camera, plus a monitor.

I turned on the lighting to get a good shot of her, then started having her pose. She could see the monitor and liked watching herself.

"Are you going to give me a flash of that pretty chest of yours ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"Stephanie asked, teasing me by pulling up the keister of her shirt halfway.

"That wasn't character of the mass, was it ?"I said."What if I give you the change I got for the Warren Earl Burger, then you let me get a couplet of good shots."

"Do I still get the new horseshoe ?"

"If you let me get some really nice pictures, I'll buy you anything up to a hundred horse. Plus you still get the modification from the burger. cover ?"

I knew Stephanie would have flashed me for liberal, but I wanted to get her thinking about being sexy for money.

I let her get by with a agile up and down the first fourth dimension, more interested in getting a playful look from her than I was at getting a good shot of her titties. Then I coaxed her into taking off her top and just sitting in front of the camera.

"Don't you look perfect,"I said, locking the tv camera on its tripod."Why don't we get things just a little bigger. okeh ?"

I slid over to Stephanie and gave the tip of her vain nipple a flick of my digit."Have your ever seen how big you can get these petty cuties"I asked. Not waiting for a reply, I took storage area of each nipple and started to squeeze and pull them out, then giving them a twist.

"Hey,"Stephanie said.

"See how much grownup they are now,"I said."I bet I can get them even bigger."I took a cube of ice out of the drunkenness cup and rubbed it around her left teat, getting it to puff out nicely, then I went to the study on the other one. I got a great snap of an thirteen year old girl looking into the camera as a thirty-five year old man played with her teepee pointed knocker.

"That was wonderful,"I told Stephanie, handing back her shirt. She seemed storm that I had stopped.

"I thought you might do other things with me,"she said.

"I'd love to,"I said, shutting down my equipment,"but we hadn't talked about it, and I didn't want you to suppose I didn't proceed my word."I handed her the change from the Warren Earl Burger, which came to 36 dollars and a few coins."Do you require to go meet your friends now ? Or do you have time to go brake shoe shopping ?"

On minute later we were walking out of the mall. Stephanie was looking down at a new distich of Nikes, plus a duad of pink socks to go along with them. I'd also bought her a few extras, like more socks, a chunk cap, and tee shirt that said VIRGIN and in smaller letters beneath added OF course of instruction, THIS IS AN OLD SHIRT. The shirt was Stephanie 's theme, but I did n't mind paying for it.

As I drove her back home I said."You know, Stephanie, what you do with your protagonist is your business organisation, but if you would like to make some Thomas More money, you might think about doing things in front of the camera."

"I don't know…"she said.

"Do you go to shoal with the guys you mess around with ?"I asked.

"Yeah,"she said.

"Then there's always the theory that tyke will set off talking about you. It may not bug you now, but it might later on. If you do those thing with me, I won't go blabbing it around to your friends, and I'll make sure you can get the things you want."

I handed her my phone number, then dropped her off properly where I'd first saw her .