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Misty - by Peaches
It was late in the evening, an hour past lights out to be exact, but that didn't stop Misty from sneaking out of her cabin. According to Misty, life sucked! Fourteen years old and going to a "special school" for troubled girls, with stupid rules. It was a big joke to all the girls that went, but if you played by their rules you got to do some fun things, like get out of school for a few days to go camping in the woods. As she took a drag from her cigarette her eyes became adjusted to the darkness and her wooded surroundings.
In the distance, she could hear the voices of the adults who were "off duty" playing cards in the mess hall. The light from the building illuminated the trail that wound its way back to the cabins. The path divided the girls and boys, with the boy's cabins being occupied by a group of stupid, annoying boy scouts.
Her black cotton PJ bottoms hung low on her hips and her hot pink thong panties rode high, alerting everyone of her desired choice of clothes. A white see thru t-shirt clung to her small but perky breasts that were covered by a black bikini top that she had worn earlier at the lake. She took another drag and leaned back against the tree blowing smoke upwards into the night sky.
As she was getting ready to take another drag, the snap of a twig spun her around. Scared to be caught smoking, she quickly dropped her cigarette and stepped on it trying to hide behind the tree. Her heart raced despite the fact that she was holding her breath. Walking down the path was one of the adults from the stupid boy scout group. Her sigh of relief was quickly replaced by annoyance of having to waste one of her cigarettes. As she came out from around the tree, her soured look of defiance meet him as she stared him down.
She had him pegged the moment she saw him. He drove up there in his shiny Prius, clean cut, perfect smile, his kid in tow - out here doing the DAD thing. GAG!! She knew he was no threat to her and suddenly took interest in him as part of her game.
From his perspective, yes, he had noticed her earlier that day. She was the disturbingly hot blonde that was lying on the dock sunning herself when he took a group of 9 yr old's out for a canoe lesson. She wore a tiny black bikini with white cross bones. The way she wore it should've been illegal, and it took him sometime to get that image of her out of his head. Until now! Now he found himself standing face to face with the sassy, snotty girl, disturbing fantasies raced through his head.
He tried to gain control of the situation and reminding her that "smoking was not a healthy choice" nor a "smart thing to be doing in the woods". He smirked as he felt himself assert his authority. She rolled her eyes and laughed moving away from the tree and taking a step closer to him. She confidently put her hands on his chest and replied, "Tell me, what other healthy choices I should be making?" Yes it was lame, but it worked.
He jumped back, startled by her response and touch. Now it was his turn for the heart to race. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen them. Again Misty shot at him a snidely, "Why don't you run along and be a good daddy and go play with the other adults". Her teenage giggle triggered an erection so instantaneous that he didn't think he could move. Once again he looked around, nervously, he KNEW he should leave, this girl was TROUBLE, but his racing heart and pounding erection was fucking with his head. How far could this REALLY go? Who would …
Before he could finish his own sentence Misty had her hands upon him again. She slid her fingers up his chest around his neck, then standing on her tip toes she whispered in his ear, "You want me". He pulled her hands away a smirk came across his face and he responded, "What makes you think that?" (Two could play this game). She pulled her hands from his grips, took a step backwards deeper in the shadows of the woods then put her hands upon her breasts and squeezed, "Because I saw how you were lookin' at me, you pervert".
A flash of shame came across him, and he realized she was right. He felt guilty thinking of his kid sleeping 100 yards up the trail, his wife at home, and here he is in the woods with a teenage slut and a boner. He started to tell her he was leaving when she pulled off her shirt letting it fall to the ground. His mouth dropped. That black string bikini top was such a contrast to her pale skin her hands went up around her neck into her hair and the most sexual moan escaped her lips that he stopped thinking rationally.
He quickly walked up to her put his hands on her breasts then kissed her deeply holding her soft round face in his hands as he tasted the mix of cigarettes and bubblegum in her mouth. Her breathing was rapid and quick and that excited him more. When he was done kissing her he pulled back thinking she would leave. But she didn't. The look on her face told him she was not a virgin, it was the look of a horny slut in dire need of being fucked. He hadn't seen that look since he was in high school and it made him even more mad for her.
Again he looked around, putting his hands upon her shoulders he moved her further into the woods. His fingers caressed her soft skin and explored the gentle curves of her body. He watched as she pulled back the left side of her bikini top exposing a beautifully perfect breast and hard nipple. She played with it for a minute looking at her self before smiling upon him and his fixated gaze. Without saying a word, his fingers fondled her breast, before his mouth found it and sucked. She let out a gasp and her panties became instantly wet. Whether sensing her urgency or his own, his hands went between her legs and started rubbing her through her cotton pj's. She wrapped her hands around his head as her legs became weak and her moans more frequent. He slowed down enough for her to catch herself. Pulling away he started to unbutton his pants then stopped. Is she ready? What the FUCK is he thinking!! He caught he own breath and stepped away from her. She was dangerous, he needed to leave!!
As he button up his pants, Misty put her hands upon his, and pulled the button open, then started to unzip. He started to protest, and she stopped. He told her he needed to go as he buttoned his pants, She forcefully grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her. In an angry voice she says, "DON'T FUCKING LEAVE! I WANT YOU!!"
Then as quickly as the anger came, it was gone, replaced with a candy voice dripping of sex whispering "It's been exactly 4 months and 12 days since the LAST time I had dick." Both heads were trying to tell him what to do and he couldn't think. Misty's hands went to his pants and unzipped him, as her chilly fingers grasped his cock firmly she whispers to him, "Do you know what its like to be horny and only living with girls? You start fucking girls - just cause you're so horny". His head spun further as his eyes rolled back into his head, his knees got weak he leaned back against the tree and Misty took his cock in her sweet mouth.
She started sucking him, cautiously at first taking only a few inches as she got use to the taste of him. As his hands slide behind her head they tugged on the strings around her neck, dropping her bikini and exposing her breasts. He reached for them and felt a surge of exhilaration sweep over him as he fondled the young perky tits in his hands. He felt her try to take him all and appreciating the attempt as her young throat closed tight upon his head and she jerked away gagging. He pulled her to her feet and she tugged on the last string that kept her top on her body. It fell to the ground with an odd earth shattering silence that signaled a point of no return.
He bent over cupping both her breasts in his hands, squeezing and groping them he closed his eyes and thought of his own teen years as he once again massaged young firm breasts. He told her how perfect they were as he started to suck and kiss on each nipple. Her girlish moans encouraged him further. He slipped his hands into her pj bottoms feeling her wet thong as it clung to her pussy. He pushed it aside and started exploring her pussy. It was obviously shaved and slick with cum. His fingers felt the fullness of her pussy lips as he pushed between to explore her clit and tight pussy
As she pushed her pj's down, he licked his fingers tasting the sweetness of young cum. He couldn't help but to rub his cock a few times as he watched her strip for him. She put her hands in the air and spun around showing off her tight, perfect body wearing only flip flops and a hot pink thong that had "rocker" across the front in black writing. Full of confidence Misty ran her hands over her body down her belly and over her panties and asked, "When was the last time you had a body like this?" Then she slipped her finger into her panties fingering herself for a moment before tasting her own cum.
He pulled her close, his hand sliding down her back to her ass as his other hand pulled her up off the ground against him and they kissed. He whispers that it's been a LONG time, not since he was in high school.... he then pulled back a moment, "You are 16! Or are you 17?" Misty kissed him deeply sliding her tongue in his mouth. "Of course" she replied, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
As her tongue explored his mouth he tried to make sense of her answer, when suddenly he was aware that his rock hard cock was pressing against her ass cheek. He let out a moan, then slid his tongue in her mouth and held her tighter spinning her around so she was pressed up against the tree. With her hands on his head she pushed herself up so that he could get his mouth closer to her horny wet pussy. He could smell it! He wanted it! He couldn't reach it.
The aching in his balls signaled he didn't have much time. He let her down to the ground and dropped to his knees. His hands trembled as they touched the pink cotton panties. He looked up at her face as he slid them down past her hips. She was biting her lip, looking more like fragile doll than a hungry whore. He's gone this far, he couldn't stop! He turned to her body. Her wet shaved pussy at eye level, exposed as his hands held on to the panties around her knees. He opened his mouth and tried to suck it all in. He tongue lashed around poking and tasting and drinking her cum. She let out a loud gasp that made them both freeze and look around. Her hands grasping and tugging on his hair as her body rocked against his face.
The pain in his balls were so great, with the taste of young pussy in his mouth he stood up and dropped his pants to the ground. She reached down and started stroking his cock, one hand at first then two. He could tell from her movements she was not intimidated by his size. He couldn't hold it anymore, he spun her around and put his hand on her back. She spread her legs and stood on her tip toes. Although he could barely see her pink pussy spread open for him, the moment his cock touched her wet lips he pushed in.
He grabbed hold of her hips and bit his lip so not cry out. The combination of the heat and tightness of her wet cunt was driving him over the edge. Misty braced herself against the tree as she felt her pussy being fucked as she craved. Their panting and muffled moans were disrupted by the group of adults leaving the Mess Hall, they froze in terror his dick still insider her. Then with little regard to her, he fucked her like whore, pounding his dick in her so quickly he could barely hear her muffled cries as her sexual cravings were being met. As quickly as it started, it was over. His balls emptied into her pussy leaving her with wet thighs and cum dripping from her swollen lips.
Quickly he pulled out and pulled up his pants. He was torn between abandoning her and spending more time exploring her body. With an apologetic look he told her she was great, kissed her lips and quickly disappeared in the direction of the boy's cabins.
Misty stood there, sexually satisfied and yet feeling a bit of regret that it went so quickly. She felt the cum fill her panties as she pulled her pj bottoms on and went searching for her shirt. She smiled as she pulled it on, tucking her bikini top in her pocket. Her firm perky tits were visible through her white t-shirt but she didn't care. As she glanced down she noticed her cigarette broken and mangled. She picked it up, tore it apart, then lit what little was remaining. She held it like a joint, inhaled deeply with her eyes closed then blew the smoke into the night sky. A smirk came across her face as she thought, there is always tomorrow.