Little Goth, Big Fun!: Episode One

 As a young teenage guy, three things can really grab your interest: women, drugs, and rock & roll.

Women were what got me the most, so when I went out partying and managed to hook a super hot college girl, needless to say, I couldn’t wait to pound her thoroughly.

She’d drunk enough to laugh at all my lines, and at the end of the party she mentioned she didn’t live far—maybe I could walk her home.

She was seriously hot: thick thighs, firm ass, and massive tits. I was buzzing, literally walking her to her place with a rock-hard dick.

At her apartment we started making out. Her kisses weren’t perfect, but those thick lips felt great to imagine wrapped around my cockhead.

I went to the bathroom to piss—I’d downed plenty of beers too—and when I came back, I was shocked: she’d passed out on her bed, snoring loudly.

Talk about awkward. I couldn’t wake her no matter what; she didn’t respond at all. There I sat on the edge of her bed, staring sadly at my hard-on.

I thought about just jerking off or something, then either crashing or bailing, but neither option sounded appealing.

It was too late to pick up another girl, so I was seriously bummed.

Then, out of nowhere, someone opened the front door and came in, footsteps getting closer.

Framed in the doorway stood a young, short girl dressed head-to-toe in black.

Leather jacket, skirt, ripped fishnets underneath, and chunky boots on her feet.

She looked at me with her smudged-makeup, pierced-up pretty face and burst out laughing—loud.

Turns out she was the sister. According to her, this happened a lot: her big sis always crashed hard when drunk in bed, and more than one guy had sat in awkward silence in her dark room.

She invited me to her room for drinks, and I couldn’t say no.

Her room was packed with band posters, demonic symbols, candles—total vibe.

She blasted some music, shoved a cold beer in my hand, then suddenly started unzipping my pants. I didn’t react fast enough, so she just went for it and started sucking my dick.

I thought, no way am I this lucky after such a massive fail—but it was happening. My cock was in her mouth, and I could feel the piercing on her tongue right on my tip.

After thoroughly slobbering all over my shaft, she explained: no tricks, she was just horny and thought I was cute.

I wasn’t about to resist the opportunity—I pounced on the little goth girl.

I’d never been with someone so young and petite; she was like a tiny porcelain doll, but definitely not fragile.

We made out while she jerked me off and I fingered her tight little pussy. No surprise—piercings down there too.

She clearly wanted me to dominate and get a bit rough, so that’s exactly what I did.

I choked her lightly; she raked bloody scratches down my bare back. Pain had never felt so good.

I ripped off her panties, but left the boots on—somehow that turned me on.

No gentle stuff; she was already so wet the bed was soaked, so it was time to stuff the little doll good.

It was tight—my size made that expected.

She said it hurt a bit but felt fucking amazing; don’t you dare stop, shove it all in as deep as possible.

I followed orders and fucked her hard; my cock slapped loud in her sweet tiny pussy.

She wanted to come on top, so I pulled out and waited while she stripped everything off—this time the boots too.

I lay back; she climbed on and sank down onto my raging hard-on.

This time I went as deep as possible; she moaned loud and bit her upper lip.

While she rode me hard, I admired her naked body. Super skinny—ribs slightly visible. Skin pale as milk, small but cute tits with adorable little piercings on the nipples.

She got wilder, bouncing fast up and down my dick, sometimes choking me—which I loved, even though her tiny fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around my neck.

With a soft moan she came, and right after, I exploded—pumping her pussy full of a huge load. So much that when she climbed off, tons spilled onto my thighs and the sheets.

Mind-blowing sex—the best I’d ever had.