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Found him extremely attractive and accepted his request. Suddenly he messaged me and we started talking. Seemed like he was STILL into me, and tried to seduce me. I went with the flow, because I couldn’t help it and so we began sexting. We would sext day and night, continuously for endless hours about how hard we would fuck each other and how dripping wet we are. We were extremely attracted to each other and couldn’t wait to get into each other’s pants.
But he studies in another city, and I belong to his hometown. He promised me that he would make out with me as soon as he gets back. Meanwhile we would masturbate together while sexting, and wishing to show how much we cum while enjoying each other’s company. Yes, we are nothing but “Friends with benefits”. Sexy, isn’t it?
I cussed him and blocked him after threatening him not to trouble me even though he apologized million times. My mood was completely crushed and now I was very frustrated. I couldn’t deny my desires at all. I wanted to fuck him hard day and night till I calm down my teenage desires. Masturbation wasn’t enough to overcome all the frustration piled up in my body for not being able to experience sexual stuff and easing myself. There was something different about him. I never lusted so badly for any guy in my life. I wanted him, I wanted to utilize his body in every possible way to satisfy me.
So I couldn’t control myself and unblocked him. I texted him for another chance, and this time he understood how intense my desires are, which in fact seduced him. He said he would meet me tomorrow, and I told him that I would stroke him most probably. Damn that asshole, still tried to ditch me once again on the last moment. I got pissed once again and cussed him. Two hours later, I force him to meet me, to which he suddenly replied by asking to meet him at the instant. Finally this jackass agrees to meet me.. Now I’m gonna squeeze his juices out and show how sexually frustrated I am because of him!
“Arre, chalo yaha se. Ab aur time waste naa karo. 😉 ”
We leave to make out in a lonely, secluded area. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find it and had to halt at a sorta lonely area but full of couples.
Me: “Par yaha par toh log aa rahe hai aur jaa bhi rahe hain.. Kahi aur chale?”
Him: “Koi nahi dekhne waala aur ab control nahi ho raha..”
And he suddenly kisses me, to which my hormones start to kick in at the very moment. Me, being a great kisser, couldn’t wait to flaunt my moves. I kiss him wildly and suck his lower lips hard. Our tongues entangle and that sexed us up. But this wasn’t enough! I wanted more and more of him..
So I place my hand at his inner thigh right next to his groin and begin to feel it. Now I move my hand towards his crotch and grab his balls. It felt different and excited me more. He reacted instantly and started kissing me harder. I squeeze his dick and balls for some time and then we take a break. Again, I WANTED MORE!
As seconds passed by, I was getting more and more restless. We decided to go somewhere else, a place actually secluded. On the way, he laughed and said,
“..Enlarge ho gaya tha mai.”
“Haha, haan? Kaisa laga?”
“Bohot accha.. Aur shayad kuch nikla bhi. 😉 ” he stared at the stains in his shorts.
I got hornier and said, “Oh, toh aur enlarge karu tumko?” He agreed and the very instant and so I started to give him a handjob. Our very first handjob.
I’m stroking him and staring at him with my lustful eyes. He stares at me, showing his desires as well. Still not being able to completely understand how much to pull it down, I ended up completely pulling it down and being able to feel his tip. Oh, how soft and dry it was! I told him to lift up his shorts and let me enjoy the scenario. We watched his tip getting felt by my fingers, which looked very sexy. We ended up stopping at signal, which didn’t make my hand stop. We laughed at the fact that we couldn’t control ourselves even in public, after which I look beside and see a man in a car halted right next to ours staring at me with a creepy smile. I guess he figured out the naughty thing I was doing to him. He told me to stop because of the other guy, but I just could not. I turned to my friend, with my back facing to the other guy and kept stroking him. He smiled and blushed a bit, and looked straight. I kept getting hornier even by the fact that people watched us yet couldn’t control my feelings. It wasn’t entirely up, but I made him squirm and moan with joy. Finally we found a secluded area, and halted there.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Blowjob?”
“Next time.” as I felt that the place wasn’t appropriate for steamier actions.
“I want you to masturbate in front of me.”, I commanded.
“Whaa!? Really? But then it’ll be all shaky here.” He exclaimed.
“I don’t care. Just do it.” I gazed at him with my usual, sexual stare.
He started to masturbate. I saw a dick for the first time in my life, and trust me guys, it was sexy. I wanted it in me, I wanted to suck it and do things with it and please my man for the moment. He started stroking his dick extremely hard, staring at it and my face with a sexy expression. I seduced him with my sexier expressions, massaged his head and nape, squeezed his inner thighs and bit my lips. Within a minute, he stopped and stared at his dick, which gushed out lots and lots of cum. Again, I saw cum for the first time and found it extremely exciting. I’ll swallow whole of it the next time I meet him.
He blushed and admitted that he came a lot. I kissed him passionately this time and now
squeezed my boobs really hard which made my nips erect. I massaged his head, to which he reacted and started kissing harder. I fondled his face because he liked it. We halted and now started to head back. “How was it?”, he said. “Amazing, but I’m not satisfied. Mujhe aur chahiye…” I told him with deep breaths, and in an unsatisfied tone.
He was keen to get blown by me the next time we meet and then before dropping me off, we kissed multiple times right in my colony! Sucked his lips and played with his tongue. “I’ll remember this.. ;)”, he smiled and said before I left. I smiled and waved him goodbye.
Know what the sexiest part was? That he wasn’t wearing any underwear! Haha.
We sexted right after an hour while he informed me that he was still masturbating, and came a lot more this time. He wants me to squeeze and suck his dick hard the next time we meet. I’d love to do it, in fact I’m dying to do it.. But that idiot knows it and now is acting bitchy. He ignores my texts but says that he’d never ignore me. He’ll be back in a week again, and now I can’t wait to have him. I wanna suck him hard with my wet, warm and moist tongue. I wanna swallow his cum and also want him to cum on my face.
Sitting up here on the kitchen counter with my blue plaid skirt up over my hips and my legs spread open, I watch him slice carrots for the soup. He likes me to sit here and tell him stories about my day in school. Especially about boys. When he walked in he lifted me up onto the counter without a word, pulled my panties off, spread my legs and propped my knees up. He watches my bare pussy and cooks while I talk. This may be the kinkiest Daddy I have ever had.
"Eddie Burke pulled my skirt up again after math class, Daddy," I begin. I know he loves this, and it's a true story, just a very old one. "And then he said I was a slut because he looked at my panties and they were blue and not white. I hate him."
Daddy comes over and kisses me, stroking his fingers across my clit. This is part of what makes him so kinky, those damn fingers. I've never seen his cock in the daylight, but he drives me wild with his fingers.
"Those little boys who tease you in school don't even know what a clit is, do they baby?" he says. His fingers are everywhere. It's his fingers and the spankings that get to me. This Daddy can spank me like nobody else can. I think it's because he makes me wait so long -- always talking about what he's going to do, talking about how my ass looks when I'm over his knee, about how deep his finger is going to go up my ass if I don't hold still for him.
The only time I ever feel his cock is in the middle of the night, long after he's brushed my teeth and read me a bedtime story and dressed me in the soft pink ruffled nightgown he bought for me. Then when I'm sound asleep, I'll wake up on my belly with his weight on top of me and the nightgown raised to my waist and his lips against my ear whispering "It's OK, baby, Daddy's here, it's OK, Daddy will make you feel better, just lift your bottom up in the air for Daddy, yes, baby," and his hard cock forces its way all at once up into my pussy and Daddy whispers and rocks his hips hard into me and I cry a little bit because I'm not ready and it hurts and that makes him fuck me harder and harder until I'm more than ready and Daddy comes hard and fast up inside of me and he falls back asleep with his full weight pressing me down into the bed, whispering "You're such a good little girl, you're so good to your Daddy. You make your Daddy come so hard."
It really does hurt, in an intensely erotic kind of way. But he's not the Daddy that worries me.
A book got me started in this, one of the dozens of motivational ones I read back when I worked for a corporation and thought I needed it. "Do What You Love, The Money Will Follow" was the name of it and I liked that one because it told me what I wanted to hear: that you could make money having fun. I already knew what my kind of fun was -- painting, feeling sexy, and getting well-fucked.
Money and energy underlie all our dreams, no matter what those dreams are. They said I was a good painter back in college but then real life and two babies -- their father is long-gone -- took over my energy and priorities. I started my own graphic design business on a surge of energy, but it exhausted me trying to make ends meet.
Not long after I read that book, I found myself at a charity masquerade ball at the Black Palace Hotel. I wasn't planning on going, but my friend Cheryl dragged me there at the last minute. All I could find to wear was my high school cheerleader outfit.
"Katie," Cheryl whispered to me over by the bar where I was spending most of my time. "See that man over there, the one with the silver hair and the black cape?" I did. "He's so toasted! You won't believe this. He pointed to you and said, "I'd give anything to fuck that little cheerleader."
I turned and smiled at him. I smoothed my little green and white pleated skirt, which has the same effect on men that it had on boys in my senior year of high school.
"Tell him I have my price."
"What?"
"Ask him what it's worth." I could blame it on the wine if I had to, but I was really tired of being so straight and working so hard.
Cheryl had been drinking enough that she marched over to him without hesitation. She came back in a few minutes, laughing. "He says a thousand bucks, cash."
"You're kidding." I looked down at my tennis shoes and bobby socks. "Tell him he's on -- to bring me the cash and a room key and he's in for a fantasy night."
Cheryl likes to be adventurous through other people -- she works for the biggest bank in town and doesn't get around too much. "I'll check the room number, just in case I never see you again," she said.
When my pink-nightgown Daddy leaves in the morning he tucks the sheet up around my chin, kisses me chastely on the cheek, leaves the thousand dollars on my dresser and closes the door softly. That's all he wants -- to tease me mercilessly all evening in my schoolgirl clothes and then fuck me hard and fast in the middle of the night. There are worse ways to earn a living.
I kept the name of my graphics business, Ariel Design, and still use the corporate identity just as though I was spending untold hours at my Mac producing work for clients to pick apart. I think of this as my Little Girl Slut business, delivering dreams to men with plenty of money and fantasies. I'm even thinking of writing one of those motivational books of my own -- "The 7 Habits of Highly-Effective Sluts." I pay taxes on all of this, of course. I'm not an unethical person. I just happen to be illegal in this state.
That first night dressed as a cheerleader was wild. He treated me like a bimbo and I loved it. I was so tired of being smart all day long. He told me to keep my long dark brown hair in the ponytail, stripped my letter-sweater off of me, and made me lay across the bed while he lifted my pleated skirt. "This," he said, " is for every girl who ever snubbed me in high school." He started to spank me with his bare hand. I had no idea how much I would like being spanked. He made me perform a cheer for him naked. The fucking afterwards was ordinary after the intensity of the spanking, but he did pay me the thousand dollars, cash.
I spent weeks afterward sliding between feeling cheap and getting so hot I had to masturbate several times a day. I loved it, but I could never tell anyone except Cheryl about it.
I called the cheerleader-fuck man up at his office a month later and told him how much I enjoyed our evening. He told me if I really liked it he knew where I could get lots more.
My first real "trick" -- such a cheap word -- called me beforehand and explained what he wanted. I was nervous -- I had Cheryl run a credit check on him, as though that would help. Now she does that for all my new Daddies. Running unauthorized credit checks was a walk on the wild side for her, so of course I started to kickback some of my tips her way.
"Katie," my first real Daddy said, "I want you to call me nothing but Daddy when I'm with you." That's what they all want. Daddy fantasies run deep and they're not so uncommon. My name is carefully passed around to certain men. "And I want you to wear a little girl dress -- deep green taffeta. Petticoats, white cotton panties, little white socks, patent leather shoes. Your hair pulled back in two white barrettes. No make up, no nail polish. The suite's reserved -- see you on Friday at seven."
It was hard to find just the right little-girl frilly dress for a size 10 woman, but I did, and as I dressed before the full length mirror and slipped on the patent leather shoes and wiped the lipstick from my lips, I got a little scared -- I actually felt like a little girl. I wanted to sit on the floor of that luxurious hotel suite and wait for my Daddy to come home and take care of me.
Which is exactly what I did. When he arrived, this man I now call my petticoat Daddy, he stood in front of me in his expensive suit and shining loafers and told me to stay where I was on the floor and to be a good girl and kiss his feet. Just those words made me wet. I bent over and kissed each foot slowly.
He took off his jacket and walked across the room near the full-length mirror on the wall. "Crawl to me, baby. Crawl to Daddy."
I stayed on my hands and knees and crawled to him, unable to take my eyes from his. He stood me up in front of the mirror, lifted my stiff petticoats and began to examine me. It took a long time. He pulled off my white cotton panties and told me he expected my pussy hair to be completely gone by the next time we met. He approved of the white plastic barrettes in my hair and said the size of my breasts was just perfect for little girl clothes.
He explained that I could never wear a bra because little girl nipples were meant to be seen at all times.
"Yes, Daddy," I said obediently.
He pushed me back down on my knees. "Unzip my pants, little girl. Daddy wants his cock down your throat."
I opened my mouth and he wrapped his fists in my hair and fucked my mouth like it had never been fucked before. I could see the image in the mirror -- a little girl serving her Daddy. He stopped before he came and threw me down on my belly, lifted my petticoats, spread my legs and knelt over me.
"Daddy wants your ass, little girl."
My first Daddy fucked me until I couldn't move that night. My mouth, my ass, my pussy, my breasts. I never got off of the floor or even took the green taffeta dress off. It was covered with cum when he left.
"Say 'thank you, Daddy'," he commanded before leaving. "And get that dress cleaned before next time."
I was torn between being glad he was leaving and begging him to stay to give me more. But I knew he'd left the thousand dollars on the table and that he was done with me for the moment.
"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered as I kissed his feet again before he walked out the door.
I looked at myself in the mirror after he left. I was a mess, but I loved what I saw. I was in business.
I had lunch with Cheryl at our usual table at the health club one day and noticed she was reading "What Color is Your Parachute?"
"I'm pretty sure my parachute's black," I told her.
Cheryl laughed and put the book down. "How can you do it, Katie?" she asked.
"By specializing."
"No, I'm serious."
"How can I do which part?" It's a good question to ask of anyone who doubts the value of selling your body. "Which part bothers you? That it's illegal? That I'm making serious money?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe the little girl part. What if you make these guys want real little girls? You could make them perverts."
I laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure they come to me as full-blown perverts. You know what they say about the correct conjugation of the word "kinky" -- I am erotic, you are kinky, they are perverts. We're all adults, and we're certainly all consenting."
Cheryl sighed. "You can never do anything simple. Couldn't you just fuck them straight and skip the abnormal psych stuff?"
Of course not. The secret is that it turns me on as much as it does them. "I don't think my petticoat Daddy knows how to fuck straight, Cheryl. I can barely sit down after he leaves."
"Katie. I'm worried about you."
I told her not to worry. At least not about the sex I was having. But I carefully explained how she could make some extra money and help me if she wanted to -- taking messages, clearing introductions. I promised not to call her my pimp on my business records -- officially, she would be freelancing for me as a fact-checker.
Everything seems possible in this life. I can paint, I have time to bake cookies for my kids' classes. I can dream, I have time to hear myself think. I follow the natural rhythms of my body and stay up at night in my studio painting and sleep while my kids are at school. It takes time and space and focus to create dreams. But it's working -- my paintings have started to sell, and I'm talking to the owner of a gallery about the possibility of my own show there in the spring. Henry Miller said it best -- "Paint and die happy." All I have to do to get the time I need is to live out my sexual fantasies.
"You know I screen some by e-mail nowadays, Katie. Wait 'til you hear this one."
I always smile at the vision of Cheryl in her business suit and floppy bow tie sitting in front of her computer at her desk on the third floor of the bank pimping for me.
"It's a woman. I told her no, women weren't your thing, but she says she's a Daddy too."
"Really? A female Daddy?" My imagination had stretched so far since I redesigned my business that everything seemed possible.
"Yeah. And a kinky one too. Look what she sent for you."
Cheryl slid me the folder with the information. On top of the papers was a faxed photo of a Barbie doll. Except this Barbie doll was blindfolded, half-naked, and had her wrists and ankles tied together with bright pink ribbons.
"Oh my." Barbie was making me wet.
Cheryl looked at me in surprise and maybe a little bit of satisfaction. She seemed awfully interested in this woman.
"Well, you know," I finally said, wondering when my mind slid so far down between my legs, "maybe I can do it if she's a Daddy."
My Barbie doll Daddy rattled my brain from the first minute she arrived. She was tall, with black cropped hair, ruby red lipstick and a wicked grin that said she was ready to play.
She brought me a Barbie doll. I was already wearing Barbie's pink leotard outfit per her instructions, and now here I sat with my plastic twin. "Play with the doll for me," she commanded.
I knew right away that this Daddy and I had the same kind of girlhood. While some girls were making cute little prom dresses for their Barbies, some of us were stripping her down, checking her out, making her the slut she was meant to be. Let's face it, Barbie is built to get fucked.
She tied me up with pink satin ribbons just like the doll. She stood over me and fucked with my mind and then let me go to work on her body.
"Suck Daddy's breasts," she ordered, leaning down close to my mouth. "Yes, sweetheart, yes, suck Daddy's nipples harder."
I learned something incredible that first night with my Barbie doll Daddy. It didn't matter that I had no experience with women. My kink has nothing to do with gender.
"Lick Daddy's pussy, baby," she said, and she was straddling me and riding my mouth and I was tasting her juices and she was hard and I was soft and she was completely in control of me and taking me down where all good Daddies take me. I was her little doll and I was serving her and she made me bring her to orgasm over and over until she finally wrapped the pink ribbons loosely around both of our bodies and we fell asleep breast to breast, her knee pressed up hard against my own untouched pussy.
The Barbie doll sits on my office shelf as a reminder. Cheryl begged me for every single detail afterwards. I gave her the high points the best I could remember. I swear she's going to ask me to videotape it all before I know it.
The only problem in my big business plan is my charm-bracelet Daddy. He came into my life six months ago. My charm-bracelet Daddy took me to the amusement park on our first night together. He held me tight on the rollercoaster, ordered food for me and when we left he bought me a balloon and tied the string around my wrist. We went back to the hotel and spent the night together. There was no sex, and I just slept wrapped in his arms. It was intensely erotic. This Daddy not only rattles my brain, he rattles my heart. Nobody's been allowed to do that in so many years I'd forgotten how it could be.
In the morning he fastened the heavy silver charm bracelet around my wrist. There was just one charm -- a silver Ferris wheel. "I know you, Katie," he whispered softly. "You'll wear this bracelet for me, and only for me." I did.
This Daddy gets to my heart like no one ever has. His name is Jeffrey and he's a writer. I know all their names, of course, but he's the only one I think of by name, since I'm not supposed to call them anything but Daddy. He ties me to the bed and tells me stories.
Sometimes he unbuttons my blouse and ties my hands behind my back and reads to me and I close my eyes and enter the warm and loving childhood I never had. A few times he's even tied me up and talked about baseball. He says he likes the captive audience.
He tells me it's all about power. He takes my control away little by little until it's all real and it's all new and it all matters. The sex is spectacular when he gets me like that -- it's like I enter another space, another realm, where only the sensual and the artistic sides of life can be seen. This Daddy knows some secrets about me that even I don't know and it scares me more every time I see him.
There are ten charms on the bracelet now. Some of them are reminders of the places we've gone to -- the Ferris wheel, a little sailboat, a rollerskate, a Rockies baseball cap. One of the prettiest ones is a little silver and gold pair of ballet slippers, a reminder of the night he took me to the ballet and we went out dancing afterward and he held his hands on my hips in just that way that only certain men know, making me beg him to take me home and fuck me.
The other three charms are a little more intense, from different kinds of nights when we never set foot out the door. There's a baby rattle, a miniature dildo, and a baby bottle. I could never explain them to anyone. It's enough to say that I was definitely doing what I loved when he gave them to me.
He's on his way over now. He's the only Daddy I've ever let come to my house. The kids are at Cheryl's and my upstairs studio is locked up. I've put on the outfit he requested -- red halter top, blue jean short skirt that shows my ass if I bend over, bare feet. The charm bracelet weighs heavily on my wrist.
He brings dinner, a big bouquet of my favorite orange roses, a new Van Morrison CD and a small wrapped box. I sit on his lap to open it. His hand high and hard on my thigh makes me almost forget about presents.
I open it and it's a new charm, of course, signifying what we're going to do tonight, just as all the others have. I hold it up to the light. "It's beautiful, Daddy, thank you." A tiny silver paintbrush and palette. "It's very pretty. But I don't understand?"
Daddy kisses me like I'm his. "Take me upstairs, Katie, To your studio. It's time."
Nobody ever goes in there except close friends. "No."
Daddy finishes fastening the charm on my bracelet and wraps my legs around his waist. "Yes, baby, you're going to let me into your life tonight. From now on, no more secrets. You're mine."
Only for tonight, I feel like saying, and only for a price. This is just business.
He stands up and carries me like a child up the stairs, pausing to get the studio key. "I know what you need," he whispers.
I don't stop him. Maybe it's the weight of the charms or maybe it's just the way he's holding me with my face buried in his neck. Or maybe it's the love I forgot existed.
He carries me around my studio and looks at every single canvas, admiring them and commenting in detail. He even seems to know something about art, thank God. But not as much as I do. I like that. He stops for a long time at the painting I made of a headstone with my imaginary epitaph on it:
KATHERINE ELLIS
PAINTER
MOTHER
DANCER
LOVER
I don't think I can stand it -- it's making me cry. I don't want this closeness, not here, not yet.WHILE ALIVE
SHE LIVED
"Katie, it will all be OK. You can trust me." He lays me down on the hardwood floor and begins to make love to me softly, gently, with his tongue, with his hands, and the kisses, the kisses, the kisses that I know will never stop until they reach down into my soul and bring me all the way out for him. Daddy unties my shirt and starts in on my nipples, teasing, twisting, biting, staying there until he knows I will feel him hard on me tomorrow. I cry softly, so softly that it feels like joy and Daddy wipes my tears away with his cock. He straddles my face and caresses it with his cock, stroking my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, until I can't see anything but my Daddy.
"You belong under me, baby, always." Daddy rolls me over and lifts my skirt and enters me hard, laying his full weight flat out on top of me, pinning me to the floor, holding me down, keeping me still, giving me the force I need. When he begins to move into me, slowly at first and then harder, rolling his hips into mine, I give way to his power and I cry for my Daddy, I cry and I come and I pray that he will never stop, never release me, never let me be anywhere but here.
I fall asleep curled between his legs with his soft cock in my mouth and his hand wrapped in my hair. This Daddy knows how to hold me down, how to own me, and how to lift me back up and give me wings.
In the morning he stands before me. "I'm leaving, Katie. The money is on the dresser. But it's the last time."
Oh god, he's never coming back.
"I'll be here next Friday night, same time. I'm not anything to you anymore but your Daddy. If you want to be with your Daddy, it has to be for love, not money." He pauses to give me a look that melts me back into the bed. "Do you want to keep the appointment? Do you want to move forward, Katie? I'm your Daddy. I'll take care of you."
This is not in the business plan. But taking risks is. I rise from the bed and kneel before him, nipples tingling and heart fully awake. Do what you love. Do what you love.
"Yes, Daddy, I do."
What will Cheryl think? Maybe she's ready to take over the business and find out what she loves.
I had known Cormac since I had started school years ago but never really noticed him until fifth class (when we were eleven). We just started talking one day and in about an hour we were best friends. We sat beside each other in class, played together at break and were almost always together. One day after school, I went to Cormac's house as I did regularly. He lived near the school so I just brought my books without going home. His parents worked late and his brother and sister were in secondary school which gave us about two hours to ourselves.
We watched TV for a while and flicked through the crappy shows that are on at three o'clock. Then, Cormac just asked me: "Do you ever think about sex?" At eleven, I couldn't help but make a giggle. "Sometimes" I replied. It was a lie. I thought about sex with the other boys in my class a lot, especially Cormac. "Why?" I asked, getting a little excited. "I dunno" he replied, "I'd just like to see what its like" I tried to hide my boner which isn't too hard at eleven when my cock was only four inches. "I have an idea" I began, "if you come down to my house, I can show you some videos on my computer". "You can show me here if you like" said Cormac motioning towards the computer across the room. He got up and turned on the computer. When it had loaded, I typed in the address of a good porn site that had straight and gay porn.
David was a twenty-seven year old postal worker who lived in a quiet suburb. Across from him lived a widow named Jill and her nineteen year old daughter. The daughter was a tall skinny girl with pale skin and freckles on her cheeks. She liked to wear halter tops and short skirts which showed off her round bottom.
One Friday as David was coming home from work, he looked up from his newspaper and noticed that Jill’s daughter was sitting cross-legged across the way from him. She had on a yellow halter top with pink roses and a green, pleated skirt.
David pretended to be looking at his newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her long legs, shiny with glimmers of perspiration. Although she was thin, the girl had strong legs from all the walking she did weekends, as a waitress at a steakhouse. David’s hands began to feel wet and clammy. The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings of lust. He thought about rubbing his hand up and down her tight, muscular calves. She was looking out the window watching the route the bus was taking and twisting her brown hair with her finger.
David felt jittery as he expected the young female to notice at any moment that he was staring at her. As the bus stopped at a red light, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch her knee uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to cross her legs, she leaned back and her skirt hiked up half an inch. From his vantage, David could see a strip of white cotton between her legs, covering her pussy. David saw the way the thin material was slightly raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal lips.
David waited for her to cross her legs again, but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty teen’s white panties made his lust grow stronger. David was getting an erection that dug into his thigh and he shifted his rump to make himself more comfortable from the ache of his manhood.
Just when David thought he was not going to be able to handle the lust that was overwhelming him, the skinny teen stood up holding the metal pole. Her white panties were covered again by the folds of the short, green skirt. The bus was nearing the stop that she meant to get off. David heard a screeching sound as the bus driver slammed on the brakes and turned to one side. The momentum sent her towards David and the skinny teen landed on David’s lap.
As she was falling, David dropped the paper, catching her right hip and the left side of her round bottom. She turned around and smiled at David, showing the glittering metal of her braces. David’s left hand was caught between his lap and her peach shaped butt. Through the cotton of her panties, David could feel the heat and sweat of her panty-covered ass.
David could also smell her hair: the mixture of natural oils and lemon shampoo had a powerful hold on him. She shifted on David’s lap and his pinky finger slipped into the warm fold of her ass cheeks.
“Thanks for catching me,” she said squeezing the strong muscles of David’s upper arm with her left hand.
David saw the bus driver get up and exit the bus. As she jiggled on his lap, David was tempted to squeeze her young ass with the hand that she had trapped beneath her.
“It was nothing, just my instinct to grab you as you fell,” David replied, noticing a slight tremor in his voice. He was having trouble disguising the lust he felt for this sexy, young teen.
She looked intently into David’s green eyes. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“I think…” David started.
Kelly continued, “Now I remember, you live on Hillcrest don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” David smiled at the lovely teenager.
David saw the bus driver climbing back on the bus. “I’m sorry,” shouted the bus driver “We ran over a nail in the road, and the spare tire is also flat. I’ve called for another bus which should get here in half an hour.”
Several passengers in the bus let out a collective groan. David looked out the bus and saw a gas station which told him where he was.
“We are only six or seven blocks from Hillcrest” why don’t I walk you home.
She stood up. “Thanks,” she smiled again.
On the way home, Jill’s daughter and David talked about his job and her hobby of drying wildflowers.
“Well, here I am,” she turned to David at the gate of her picket fence.
David smiled at her and said, “My name is David, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I’m Kelly” she answered. “Bye.”
Kelly walked up the steps of her house and David started to walk home. “Hey!” he heard her call out. David turned around. She walked down the steps and stopped in front of the gate.
“David, I wanted to ask you if you were doing anything tonight,” Kelly grabbed tightly to the fence.
“I usually watch the weather and NewsCall at seven,” David looked at Kelly, remembering how good it felt to have is hand under her teen ass.
“My mom is out of town and I was going to cook some Chinese vegetables. You’re welcome to join me,” Kelly smiled showing her braces.
David and Kelly walked into her house and Kelly turned on the television. While Kelly cooked David heard that it was going to be partly cloudy with no rain. After dinner, they played some checkers. David won the first game and let Kelly win the next one. During their third game, David thought it was time get more familiar with Kelly.
“Kelly, do you have a boyfriend,” David asked.
“No, we broke up last year” Kelly answered. “How about you?”
“I’m not involved with anyone now.” David moved his chair closer to Kelly.
“David,” Kelly started.
“Shhh” David put his finger to his lip and leaned towards Kelly. Kelly closed her eyes and their lips met. David smelled the cherry flavor of her lip balm. Their first kiss was brief but the second was long and wet, David stuck his tongue between her rosy lips and held her head to his.
After the kiss, Kelly looked at David as if in a daze. David stood up and lead her to the living room couch. Kelly sat on the couch and David pushed her so she lay down. He watched her for a minute with her legs and arms spread awkwardly about.
He kneeled by the couch yanked off her sneakers. While he did this he looked under her skirt and saw her white panties covering her pussy mound. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. Next, he pushed his head up under her skirt. He began licking Kelly’s white panties with long strokes of his tongue. Pushing in he made a crease with the panties at the cleft of her pussy. Kelly started to let off moans as her arms jerked around looking for something to hold onto.
David lifted Kelly’s firm teen ass and pulled her panties down to her knees. He inserted his index finger into her young pussy. Kelly gasped and grabbed onto the edge of the blue couch. David began slowly pushing his finger in and out of her tight pussy. With his other hand, he pulled her panties completely off.
David could feel how tight she was with his fingers. He enjoyed giving her pleasure pushing his finger in and out. At the same time, he licked the edges of her vaginal lips. Her pussy juice began to flow and he removed his finger. With two fingers he spread the lips of her pussy and licked at the opening thrusting his tongue in and out of her tight teen pussy. Her moans were getting louder and he knew she was on the verge of cumming. He placed his free hand on her ass cheeks digging his fingers into her firm teen flesh. Her ass was damp with sweat.
Kelly could not believe the pleasure she was getting from David. She grabbed his head with both hands trying to pull his tongue into her moist pussy. At the same time she thrust her ass up pushing against his head.
Kelly’s moans got louder and higher pitched as David pleasured her with wild licks from his hungry tongue. “Oh God,” she cried. She squeezed her thighs on David’s head crushing his ears with her leg muscles. More juice flowed from her tight pussy as Kelly started cumming into David’s mouth. David enjoyed the pleasure of tasting her sweet cum dripping on his tongue and down his chin.
David leaned back and saw Kelly twist her head from side to side still in the throes of ecstasy from her orgasm. David moved to the armrest of the couch and reached over to pull off Kelly’s halter top. Kelly was wearing a pink strapless bra under her yellow top. Kelly opened her eyes and looked up at David with a question on her face.
“Take off your bra, dear,” David spoke to her sweetly.
Without hesitating, Kelly removed the pink bra, revealing two perky teen tits. Kelly’s breasts were small and pointy, curving up at him. He reached forward and cupped them with his hands.
“Do you like them?” asked Kelly.
David smiled to show his approval. He kicked off his shoes. With one hand, he pulled her nipples and with the other, he reached under her skirt. This time he stuck his finger in deeper than before and encountered some resistance.
“I’ve never,” Kelly spoke, looking up at David with worry in her face.
“Relax,” David replied, “I’ll be gentle.” He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, stepping out of his boxers and slacks.
Kelly nodded reassured. David unbuckled Kelly’s skirt and looked down at the pale skinny teen with small tits.
David leaned forward and took one of her tits in his mouth licking on the nipple. With one hand he fingered Kelly’s pussy. Kelly started to moan again as David moved his mouth assaulting both breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples. David enjoyed the feel of her tight pussy pulling on his finger as she neared her second orgasm.
Before Kelly could cum, David removed his finger and kneeled between her legs. He leaned forward and held his cock with one hand and her hip with the other. He pressed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, coating his head with her juices. Instead of pushing in, he rubbed the length of his cock up between her pussy lips, rubbing on her clit. Kelly cried out as she felt his prick pushing up and down on her clit.
Next, he pressed his cock into the tight folds of her teen pussy, so that his head disappeared, but the shaft was outside. Without going any deeper, he pushed in and out of her pussy, enjoying the tightness. David was bringing her again to the verge of an orgasm. He waited for the right moment, then pushed forward just as she started to shake with her second orgasm. David’s thrust broke her hymen and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he took her virginity.
David relished the tightness of the Kelly’s pussy staying still for a moment and she grabbed his back, digging her nails into his skin. He started slowly moving in and out of her pussy. David had never been held so tightly before.
Kelly’s pussy was pulling on his cock like a glove, trying to milk him with each thrust. David kept pushing into Kelly faster and faster enjoying her sweet, young pussy. Kelly looked into David’s green eyes and saw the look of pleasure as he neared his orgasm.
David started to moan. The pleasure was incredible sending waves as Kelly’s pussy gripped and squeezed David’s cock. David moaned louder. At the last second, David pulled his cock out of Kelly’s wet pussy and shot a stream of cum onto her belly. The second stream landed on her breast and her chin. David took a facial tissue from the coffee table and wiped the cum of her pale skin. Kelly smiled at David showing of her shiny braces.
One Friday as David was coming home from work, he looked up from his newspaper and noticed that Jill’s daughter was sitting cross-legged across the way from him. She had on a yellow halter top with pink roses and a green, pleated skirt.
David pretended to be looking at his newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her long legs, shiny with glimmers of perspiration. Although she was thin, the girl had strong legs from all the walking she did weekends, as a waitress at a steakhouse. David’s hands began to feel wet and clammy. The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings of lust. He thought about rubbing his hand up and down her tight, muscular calves. She was looking out the window watching the route the bus was taking and twisting her brown hair with her finger.
David felt jittery as he expected the young female to notice at any moment that he was staring at her. As the bus stopped at a red light, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch her knee uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to cross her legs, she leaned back and her skirt hiked up half an inch. From his vantage, David could see a strip of white cotton between her legs, covering her pussy. David saw the way the thin material was slightly raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal lips.
David waited for her to cross her legs again, but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty teen’s white panties made his lust grow stronger. David was getting an erection that dug into his thigh and he shifted his rump to make himself more comfortable from the ache of his manhood.
Just when David thought he was not going to be able to handle the lust that was overwhelming him, the skinny teen stood up holding the metal pole. Her white panties were covered again by the folds of the short, green skirt. The bus was nearing the stop that she meant to get off. David heard a screeching sound as the bus driver slammed on the brakes and turned to one side. The momentum sent her towards David and the skinny teen landed on David’s lap.
As she was falling, David dropped the paper, catching her right hip and the left side of her round bottom. She turned around and smiled at David, showing the glittering metal of her braces. David’s left hand was caught between his lap and her peach shaped butt. Through the cotton of her panties, David could feel the heat and sweat of her panty-covered ass.
David could also smell her hair: the mixture of natural oils and lemon shampoo had a powerful hold on him. She shifted on David’s lap and his pinky finger slipped into the warm fold of her ass cheeks.
“Thanks for catching me,” she said squeezing the strong muscles of David’s upper arm with her left hand.
David saw the bus driver get up and exit the bus. As she jiggled on his lap, David was tempted to squeeze her young ass with the hand that she had trapped beneath her.
“It was nothing, just my instinct to grab you as you fell,” David replied, noticing a slight tremor in his voice. He was having trouble disguising the lust he felt for this sexy, young teen.
She looked intently into David’s green eyes. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“I think…” David started.
Kelly continued, “Now I remember, you live on Hillcrest don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” David smiled at the lovely teenager.
David saw the bus driver climbing back on the bus. “I’m sorry,” shouted the bus driver “We ran over a nail in the road, and the spare tire is also flat. I’ve called for another bus which should get here in half an hour.”
Several passengers in the bus let out a collective groan. David looked out the bus and saw a gas station which told him where he was.
“We are only six or seven blocks from Hillcrest” why don’t I walk you home.
She stood up. “Thanks,” she smiled again.
On the way home, Jill’s daughter and David talked about his job and her hobby of drying wildflowers.
“Well, here I am,” she turned to David at the gate of her picket fence.
David smiled at her and said, “My name is David, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I’m Kelly” she answered. “Bye.”
Kelly walked up the steps of her house and David started to walk home. “Hey!” he heard her call out. David turned around. She walked down the steps and stopped in front of the gate.
“David, I wanted to ask you if you were doing anything tonight,” Kelly grabbed tightly to the fence.
“I usually watch the weather and NewsCall at seven,” David looked at Kelly, remembering how good it felt to have is hand under her teen ass.
“My mom is out of town and I was going to cook some Chinese vegetables. You’re welcome to join me,” Kelly smiled showing her braces.
David and Kelly walked into her house and Kelly turned on the television. While Kelly cooked David heard that it was going to be partly cloudy with no rain. After dinner, they played some checkers. David won the first game and let Kelly win the next one. During their third game, David thought it was time get more familiar with Kelly.
“Kelly, do you have a boyfriend,” David asked.
“No, we broke up last year” Kelly answered. “How about you?”
“I’m not involved with anyone now.” David moved his chair closer to Kelly.
“David,” Kelly started.
“Shhh” David put his finger to his lip and leaned towards Kelly. Kelly closed her eyes and their lips met. David smelled the cherry flavor of her lip balm. Their first kiss was brief but the second was long and wet, David stuck his tongue between her rosy lips and held her head to his.
After the kiss, Kelly looked at David as if in a daze. David stood up and lead her to the living room couch. Kelly sat on the couch and David pushed her so she lay down. He watched her for a minute with her legs and arms spread awkwardly about.
He kneeled by the couch yanked off her sneakers. While he did this he looked under her skirt and saw her white panties covering her pussy mound. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. Next, he pushed his head up under her skirt. He began licking Kelly’s white panties with long strokes of his tongue. Pushing in he made a crease with the panties at the cleft of her pussy. Kelly started to let off moans as her arms jerked around looking for something to hold onto.
David lifted Kelly’s firm teen ass and pulled her panties down to her knees. He inserted his index finger into her young pussy. Kelly gasped and grabbed onto the edge of the blue couch. David began slowly pushing his finger in and out of her tight pussy. With his other hand, he pulled her panties completely off.
David could feel how tight she was with his fingers. He enjoyed giving her pleasure pushing his finger in and out. At the same time, he licked the edges of her vaginal lips. Her pussy juice began to flow and he removed his finger. With two fingers he spread the lips of her pussy and licked at the opening thrusting his tongue in and out of her tight teen pussy. Her moans were getting louder and he knew she was on the verge of cumming. He placed his free hand on her ass cheeks digging his fingers into her firm teen flesh. Her ass was damp with sweat.
Kelly could not believe the pleasure she was getting from David. She grabbed his head with both hands trying to pull his tongue into her moist pussy. At the same time she thrust her ass up pushing against his head.
Kelly’s moans got louder and higher pitched as David pleasured her with wild licks from his hungry tongue. “Oh God,” she cried. She squeezed her thighs on David’s head crushing his ears with her leg muscles. More juice flowed from her tight pussy as Kelly started cumming into David’s mouth. David enjoyed the pleasure of tasting her sweet cum dripping on his tongue and down his chin.
David leaned back and saw Kelly twist her head from side to side still in the throes of ecstasy from her orgasm. David moved to the armrest of the couch and reached over to pull off Kelly’s halter top. Kelly was wearing a pink strapless bra under her yellow top. Kelly opened her eyes and looked up at David with a question on her face.
“Take off your bra, dear,” David spoke to her sweetly.
Without hesitating, Kelly removed the pink bra, revealing two perky teen tits. Kelly’s breasts were small and pointy, curving up at him. He reached forward and cupped them with his hands.
“Do you like them?” asked Kelly.
David smiled to show his approval. He kicked off his shoes. With one hand, he pulled her nipples and with the other, he reached under her skirt. This time he stuck his finger in deeper than before and encountered some resistance.
“I’ve never,” Kelly spoke, looking up at David with worry in her face.
“Relax,” David replied, “I’ll be gentle.” He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, stepping out of his boxers and slacks.
Kelly nodded reassured. David unbuckled Kelly’s skirt and looked down at the pale skinny teen with small tits.
David leaned forward and took one of her tits in his mouth licking on the nipple. With one hand he fingered Kelly’s pussy. Kelly started to moan again as David moved his mouth assaulting both breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples. David enjoyed the feel of her tight pussy pulling on his finger as she neared her second orgasm.
Before Kelly could cum, David removed his finger and kneeled between her legs. He leaned forward and held his cock with one hand and her hip with the other. He pressed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, coating his head with her juices. Instead of pushing in, he rubbed the length of his cock up between her pussy lips, rubbing on her clit. Kelly cried out as she felt his prick pushing up and down on her clit.
Next, he pressed his cock into the tight folds of her teen pussy, so that his head disappeared, but the shaft was outside. Without going any deeper, he pushed in and out of her pussy, enjoying the tightness. David was bringing her again to the verge of an orgasm. He waited for the right moment, then pushed forward just as she started to shake with her second orgasm. David’s thrust broke her hymen and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he took her virginity.
David relished the tightness of the Kelly’s pussy staying still for a moment and she grabbed his back, digging her nails into his skin. He started slowly moving in and out of her pussy. David had never been held so tightly before.
Kelly’s pussy was pulling on his cock like a glove, trying to milk him with each thrust. David kept pushing into Kelly faster and faster enjoying her sweet, young pussy. Kelly looked into David’s green eyes and saw the look of pleasure as he neared his orgasm.
David started to moan. The pleasure was incredible sending waves as Kelly’s pussy gripped and squeezed David’s cock. David moaned louder. At the last second, David pulled his cock out of Kelly’s wet pussy and shot a stream of cum onto her belly. The second stream landed on her breast and her chin. David took a facial tissue from the coffee table and wiped the cum of her pale skin. Kelly smiled at David showing of her shiny braces.
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