Pale strawberry blonde teen gets a mouthful of Julians monster meat
Can You Help Me With This?
Can you help me with this?
Don looked up from the glass display case. She was smiling and holding out a delicate hand her left hand s first finger pressed to the wristbone. Don s eyes refocused his mind too moving from thoughts of electronic gadgets and whether or not to buy the PDA he had been appraising to the world of girls jewellery. The girl s finger trapped a gold chain that dangled on both sides.
Sorry you re busy. I ll ask someone el—
No. It s OK. Don took the chain from her and examined it closely before working out how the clasp worked and using a thumbnail to open it fitted the girl s hand with the fine filigree.
It never occurred to me how awkward it must be to put one of these around one s own wrist. Don allowed him self an I m-not-too-busy-for-you smile as he caught her eyes for the first time.
She was very young and at that age where she might never have that nymphet gamine beauty again. Her brown hair was naturally curly and fell about narrow shoulders as it framed an opaline face and big brown eyes that for some reason made Don blush as he peered into them.
You dirty old bugger he thought to himself as he broke the eye lock and tried not to look as if he were mentally undressing her as he took in the rest of her young beauty. A plain cotton frock (which wasn t but so-easily could have been school uniform) seemed to conceal small breasts and a slim body and thighs. The calves confirmed the thinness of her legs and ended in flat sensible brown shoes.
Thank you. Would you like to walk to the station with me? I ve finished my shopping for today. Or are you too busy?
I m imagining this. I m imagining this thought Don. But he felt for all the world that she was propositioning him. The tone of her voice hadn t asked a gentleman to escort her to a station but had said I think I d like to go home with you and let you take my dress off.
He blushed again as he imagined her virgin-white underwear stretched across narrow chest and prominent hipbones.
Come on then she said taking his arm with her newly chained wrist.
They took the same train to the same destination. A coincidence or a subterfuge? Don didn t really care. The train was too crowded and noisy for conversation but as she started walking in Don s homebound direction she said with a seductive giggle I m glad we re neighbours. It means I ll be able to ask you for help again.
They turned into Don s road.
How old are you? Don suddenly had a vision of himself in the dock.
Guess.
About fourteen?
Older.
Fifteen? Sixteen? Seventeen?
Don t worry I m old enough to do it legally if that s what you re thinking.
Don stopped and turned to face her.
Listen young lady I m old enough to be your father and—
Shush silly. Don t be so uptight. She said it as one word in the American way: the way they say New Year.
Sorry can I see you all the way home?
Gosh no. If my mum or dad saw me with a bloke they d go beresk. The Englishness of the utterance montaged her previous one. But you can offer me a drink at your place.
Don s house was on the corner of the next block. His lust got the upper hand as they stopped outside his door.
You d better come in then?
Will your wife be home?
Not married.
Ooh goody there s a chance for me then.
Don t get your hopes up. Tea or coffee? he said as she followed him into the kitchen
She pouted. I thought you might offer me something stronger. It is gone six.
The best I can do is wine. And it ll have to be red I m afraid.
Red ll do fine.
What s your name?
I ll tell you later. What s yours?
Don.
Donald?
Just Don. He handed her a glass and opened the bottle he had taken from the wine rack his head reeling with the sexual undercurrents that seemed to be flowing between him and this teenage siren. It must be his imagination. It must be.
She sipped the wine and stared up at him from under dark eyelashes long despite the absence of makeup to enhance them. Don s inexpert eye saw just a hint of pale lipstick. Perhaps it was why she looked so young. He wanted her.
He emptied his glass took hers and put them both down on the table as he stepped towards her.
She let him put his hands on her waist but turned her head away.
You may kiss my cheek she said. Then I must go. Thank you for the wine.
Don kissed her cheek. It was a struggle not to pull her close and cover her neck with kisses that would precurse ecstasy but he stepped back and poured a inoculation of wine into his glass.
I see you like me she said picking up her own glass again. Her eyes were pointing at the bulge in Don s trousers.
For the third time that hot afternoon Don blushed.
Anyway gotta go. See ya.
She emptied her glass and was gone.
Bang! went Don s desolate front door.
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What does a single middle-aged and he had to admit it slightly lonely man do in the presence of a sexual fantasy? Yes a was a fantasy or she had been teasing him. Perhaps hehad dreamt it all. Time for the tissues.
He cooked dinner watched TV drank more wine and went to bed. Sleep came quickly but then deserted him. The green dressed gamine floated before his eyes just out of reach of his embrace. Reach for more tissues.
They are on a bus. It looks like Norbury. An ugly suburban street. Lacklustre shops. Desolate shoppers. She has her hand on his knee. Her dress is unbuttoned. He can see the white bow at the front of her bra. Her fingers trail down from her neck to come to rest between her thighs. She unbuttons the dress from the bottom until Don can see white knickers. The girl s fingers press into the crack concealed beneath the cotton fabric.
Can you help me with this?
He woke up. The tissues weren t really necessary this time because he was already drained dry. Drained that is of everything but the image of HER.
This went on for a week and Don s work suffered. He just couldn t concentrate on matters technical or financial or administrative. If only she d told me her name perhaps I could forget her.
He found himself scanning the local streets for her when he went to the shops or the station. I wish I knew where she lives.
Don was in a mess.
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What is it now?
The doorbell had ever been Don s enemy announcing as it nearly always did unwanted salesmen or survey trash . Don stood up and stomped to the door a mouthful ready for any hawker who dared to tear him away from the computer – even if it was only a single shooter game he was wasting his life with.
Hallo Don she said as he broke out into a spontaneous and embarrassing sweat.
She was wearing the same loose cotton dress. The weather was still very warm. It was unbuttoned exactly as in his dream. There was no little bow on her bra though. But it was purest white.
Well? Can I come in?
Yes yes. Wine I suppose?
That would be nice. But I ve popped round to ask you to help me with something.
Another bracelet? Sure. His sarcasm concealed a welling up of frustrated lust.
It s something a little more delicate than that. I need some advice.
Advice?
Yes. And I want to apologise for lying to you last week.
Lying.
Do you have to repeat everything I say?
Sorry. But what do you mean: lying?
Well you know I said I was over the age of consent? She paused as if for dramatic effect. That was a lie. But it was my birthday on Thursday so I m old enough now. There I ve told you.
I bet you want to be an actress when you grow up. Anyway why are you telling me this?
I am grown up. That s why I need your advice.
Don poured them both more wine and sat down to listen his erection pulsing at him intermittently as he looked at her face her hair her eyes her slender tempting body.
Go on then he said crossing his legs and leaning back in the sofa.
Well she began it s like this. My boyfriend wants me to go all the way with him. Up to now I ve been able to say that I was too young but I can t use that any more. He s getting really insistent and well I feel a bit guilty for saying no .
Do you love him?
That s part of the problem. I don t know how to tell if you re in love. Greg says you know for sure if you make love. Is that true? I don t know. Perhaps I don t want to find out that I don t love him. After all he s been my boyfriend for two years and I ve let him touch me – you know – there. Wouldn t that be simply awful: to let a boy you don t love do those things? Anyway if I do do it I want to know how to do it properly. I thought you might be able to tell me how to please him.
Do you like it when he touches you there ?
No. I mean I don t mind when he touches me here. She laid her palms on her breasts. But I don t like it when he touches me in the other place – you know – down there.
Why?
It hurts.
Doesn t it get wet when he fondles your breasts?
Ooh I knew you d understand. It does sometimes. But he doesn t seem to want to do that thing with his finger when I m wet and even when I am it still hurts a bit.
Don was about to sing You re not in lo-ove but restrained the impulse wanting to hear more from this totally fuckable virgin hottie that was so far out of his league that she might as well be on Pluto.
Have you tried doing it to yourself?
The girl blushed now. No of course not. Well once – or twice. But I didn t like it.
Have some more wine.
Thanks.
I think I can help you but you have to tell me your name.
Do I have to?
Yes. It s a condition.
She blushed again. Doris.
Don understood her nomenclaturial reluctance immediately and suppressed the laughter reflex.
If you want to please your boyfriend then you must first learn how to please yourself. I would tell you how to if I could but I think I can show you more easily. I think we should start with the basics.
Yes?
I mean kissing. Stand up.
She stood. So did Don. He stepped in and took her fully in his arms. His lips barely grazed her cheek.
We start not with the lips but like this he whispered.
He pushed her curls back and began to kiss her neck gently pushing the collar of her dress aside as needed to facilitate access and working up to behind her ear. Now he breathed into her shell-like and used his tongue too. Now down again to her neck and shoulder. He waited until she writhed against him before kissing her on the lips and waiting for her mouth to open and submit to his tongue. He knew she could feel his erection pressing against her. His tongue explored every detail of her mouth. She pressed against him and pulled his neck further into the kiss. He broke and went to work on the other ear.
Do you like this?
Her answer was to kiss him passionately on the mouth and pull one of his hands up from her bum to her chest.
Don decided to unbutton the dress fully (and very slowly). His lips descended to her white chest and his hands reached behind her and unclipped the bra. Now he could lift the cups and caress her tiny buds as his mouth returned to its labour of love on her face and neck and lips.
Are you wet now? he whispered as she seemed to almost swoon in his arms.
She didn t answer but kissed him again.
Taking this as consent his hand left her breasts and went down to her groin. Pressure over the cotton first then pressure into the crack. Then – I think she s ready now! – under the fabric and into the wet groove. Her legs part slightly. His other hand works the knickers over her hips.
Oh!
It s the first sound she s made.
Oh! Oh God.
Do you like this? Don s finger has found her sensitive fleshy bud.
Oh Yes.
Does your boyfriend do this?
No.
What does he do?
Inside me. It hurts.
Like this.
Ah! Yes that.
Does this hurt? Should I stop?
Don t stop. Don t stop. Please. Ah!
Don could feel her contractions around the two fingers that he had inside her and inserted a third as his thumb continued to work her clit. His kisses stifled her screams as she came.
Good? he whispered to the limp thing in his arms lowering her to a chair.
She sat there elbows on knees for a few minutes then looked up stood up threw her dress from her shoulders and let her bra slide down her arms. She kicked off her knickers and shoes.
I know what love is now she said. How can I thank you?
No need he said taking her into his arms and beginning the manual seduction that would lead to her granting him the release that he needed.
Ten minutes of kissing and breast fondling were enough. We find them dear reader in Don s bed. She is on her back. His tongue is on her clit. She is begging him to take her. He plunges in deep now in one powerful stroke. She screams as her hymen tears and then begs again: Harder! Faster! Harder Darling! Fuck me. Fuck me Darling. Fuck me.
And he does. In his passion he has forgotten to use a sheath. His semen shoots deep inside her as his glans pounds her cervix (Don is a big man). As the hot creams fills her she screams in her most intense orgasm yet.
I love you she whispers as Don collapses crushing her under his relatively greater bulk. I love you.
They sleep. It is Sunday. Don has made breakfast. The girl is wearing one of his shirts.
Won t you get in bother for staying out all night?
My name s not really Doris.
What is it?
And my dad s such a hippy he d be glad I got laid.
You re full of surprises.
I m going home now though.
She changes the shirt for her dress.
When will I see you again?
When I need more help with something.
There s one more thing you need to know about how to please your Greg. Well actually at least two more things. Women have parts that I didn t demonstrate last night.
Next week then she said.
And she was gone. Don wondered if he would ever see her again. He wondered whether Greg would be the beneficiary of his tuition. He wondered how it would feel to have such a young girl swallow his semen. He wondered if her arse would be even tighter than her virgin cunt had been.
But he suspected that his days as her teacher might be over.
Her white underwear is still on the kitchen floor.