I often wonder what the attraction is about under-age sex. Let me state here and now that I consider my body mine and mine alone. I started having sex when I fucking well wanted to. No fusty old law lords are going to dictate to me what I should do sexually, or when, or with whom.
That said….
Different countries have different ages of consent. The age of consent is 12 in the Philippines and Angola, and 13 in Burkina Faso, Comoros, Niger and Japan. It varies from this to 16 in some countries, and ranges from 16-18 in the USA. The highest age of consent is 21 in Bahrain.
Just consider this for a moment. 12-21. That’s a huge spread - and there seems to be no consistency whatsoever. It is as if the authorities think that once the age of consent is reached something happens - perhaps some magic - that suddenly a person is ‘old enough.
Well, let’s keep it simple. Here the age of consent is 16. So what about a girl who is 15 and 364 days old. What magically happens during the next 24 hours that makes her ‘ready’?
I think that it wouldn’t matter what the age of consent is, role-playing ‘illegal’ has its fascination. I adore role playing, and I especially adore age-play. Perhaps that’s because the way I’m put together, I can easily pass for 14! I have very small boobs, I’m short, and slimly built. I also have no pubic hair - I got rid of that after I experienced the horrors of periods and pubes, and the horrid, claggy, sticky mess that results from becoming aroused and having it dry onto hair. Yuck! At first, I shaved, but then I had laser treatment.
I don’t need a bra, but when I do wear one, it’s a soft, cotton, almost a trainer bra type. I have a couple of standard ones and a couple of ‘front loaders’. Add to that a pair of white cotton panties, a white shirt, school tie and skirt and “hello….I’m Anna and I’m 15.” Factor in a little fake uncertainty, “You’re making me feel funny…down there.” And we have the makings of some serious fun.
I remember doing this for a (married) man I had a brief but memorable fling with. One afternoon, I came to see him having skipped school. That meant I was still in my Catholic School uniform. A real one. Even though I was 18 at the time, there was something mystical about the pretence that I was younger.
I remember how I sat in his lounge, knees together, like every good girl should. I remember how he kissed me and his hand happened to land on my knee. The gentlest pressure and I allowed my knees to part ever so slightly and his hand traced up…higher…higher still….he would be touching my panties soon! Should I let him? (Of course I should! I’d been fucking him and others for all year!)
“You…are old enough? How old are you?” I knew the question was part of the role play so I responded in kind.
“I’m….I’m 15….but please, don’t stop.”
“15? I’m not sure….” I remember how I took his wrist and pushed his hand onto the warm dampness of my panties, while simultaneously spreading my legs wide and uttering a passionate moan of pleasure.
My right hand moved to his bulge. “Please…let me?” He didn’t reply, but then he didn’t stop me either as I (deliberately) clumsily unzipped him. His cock sprang out at me and I wrapped my fingers around it.
“Is this the first cock you’ve seen?” I nodded. ‘I can’t imagine how that will fit inside me.”
He got up, and offered me his hand. Looking back, it looked absurd, him leading me upstairs to his bedroom with his cock jutting out of his pants, but then, honestly, who cares?
In the bedroom, he shed his clothes effortlessly. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, leaving the tie in place. He fumbled with the kilt, but then they aren’t designed for quick release - they wouldn’t be, since they’re part of a Catholic Schoolgirl uniform, and when would a good Catholic girl need to get out of her kilt in a hurry? I helped him, and my kilt fell to the floor.
He lay me gently on the bed, and my legs seemed to spread of their own volition. My hands touched his back softly. He kissed me. Tentatively at first, but then deeply, passionately. I felt his cock against the crotch of my panties, and realised that only this thin layer of material protected my virginity from him.
“Tell me again…how old are you?” I knew the answer he wanted….I was as into the role play as he was….I was 15…..I was a virgin (although that ship had, in reality, already sailed months ago.)
“I’m 15….and you’re about to take my virginity.”
He eased my panties to one side and I felt this slippery head of his cock against me. It soon found my hole, and he pressed slightly. I tensed, pretending my hymen was still in place. His hands hooked under my shoulders. He looked me deeply in the eyes as he thrust inside me. I cried out in imaginary pain. He remained fully in me and motionless.
“Show me your boobs.” Thank God my bra was a ‘front loader’ today. I unclipped it, and pulled it aside revealing what I knew looked like pubescent tits.
He began fucking me. Barely perceptible strokes at first, but building up in depth and speed. I matched him by moving my pelvis. Eventually, the sexual feelings become too strong, and I emitted an involuntary “fuck….” He replied with “Oh, you like talking dirty?” I nodded.
“When you play with yourself in bed at night, do you talk dirty then?” I managed a barely audible “Yes.”
“What sort of things do you say?”
“Sometimes, it’s just random dirty words….ohhhh….sometimes, I say ‘Fuck me harder’…if I’m imagining someone fucking me…or..oh fuck this feels good…I might call myself dirty names.”
He continued fucking me and bringing me ever closer to orgasm.
“I’m going to come inside you. You do know that, right?”
“No! You mustn’t! I’ll get pregnant.”
“Yes…that’s right..I’m going to make you pregnant.”
His pace picked up, and it became hard to hold the age-play, although I gave it my best shot.
“Fuck me….faster…..harder….bang into me….”
“You dirty little slut…..you like my cock?”
“Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me!”
“Tell me…where IS my cock right now?”
“In my vagina….plea”
“No. Try again. Where is my cock?”
“In my pu…”
“Try again. You know what you really want to say. It’s ok…just go for it. Now, where is my cock?”
“It’s in my cunt. It’s in my dirty, wet cunt.”
“And what are you?”
“I’m a slut…I’m your whore.”
He fucked me so hard and deep I could barely speak.
‘Fuck me….fuck me up my cunt….cum inside me..make me pregnant….make your dirty little 15 year old whore pregnant.”
We both exploded into orgasm simultaneously. In that moment, in that singularity, there was no more acting…he was making me pregnant, I was a newly deflowered 15 year old schoolgirl.
Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, perhaps merely because it is forbidden? I remember the way men looked at me when I was 15. Their eyes would roam over my body and i knew they were mentally undressing me, maybe asking themselves if I had done it yet, or how often I played with myself. I supposed 20 year olds experience the same thing in Bahrain….or 12 year olds in Japan.
I knew girls who had lost their virginity to guys when they were 14. They were ready…and no-one coerced or forced them…if anything, they were the instigators. Maybe, when the laws were made here, girls matured slower. Certainly the age at which first periods can start has been getting lower and lower. Girls of 9 can have periods these days, and some even younger. I’m not suggesting for a minute that it’s ok to have sex at that age, but it is a biological fact that come the periods, come the sexual feelings. They are tied together inseparably.
I love role play - I can be a prostitute or a virgin, I can be your sister, you daughter, your student, your wife, a total stranger, and we can live out our role play anywhere that suits us. Want to meet me on a crowded train and touch me up? Fine. Want to chase me across a field, catch me, rip my tights open, pull my panties aside and ‘rape’ me? Bring it on. If you’re female, I could wear “Mike”, and fuck you while you imagine I’m someone forbidden to you…your brother, perhaps, your dad, a married work colleague? It’s all good.
I can role play anything from ‘deeply in love’ to ‘rape’….and I love it all. I can age-play under-age if it is what we both feel like.
Sex is wonderful…it is amazing…it has facets and depths that no other human activity has.
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