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Story title : Teresa Helps Out
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Teresa Helps Out (M/f-teen, affair)
by Venturer (venturer@wowmail.com)
***
Paul is 32, and can only imagine the sex he knows he will
never have with young girls. Sarah is 15, and frustrated
by the distinct lack of satisfaction boys have given her
since she started a sex-life. However, they have the
great good fortune both to know Teresa. She knows despair
when she sees it, and so brings about a weekend of
intense sexual fulfillment for two needy people.
***
He first saw the girl at the wedding. It was ironic, he
thought, when he'd been reluctant to go at all. The event
was on a Friday afternoon, which meant missing a day at
work, but Teresa had persuaded him.
"It'll be fun," she'd told him. "The party in the evening
will be fun, believe me. You can stay with me."
"Okay sis, I'll come," Paul had replied, still
unenthusiastic.
They called themselves brother and sister, though in
reality she was the daughter of his father's second wife,
not even making them blood relatives. However, they had
grown to respect each other, Paul knowing Teresa
understood him better than anyone. Even though she was
30, two years his junior, she would tell him the truth,
unvarnished.
So he had turned up at the wedding on a hot, midsummer's
day. And that's when he first saw the girl, or at least
her top half, through a gap in the crowded registry
office as the ceremony ground on.
She was wearing a silver-coloured top, or was it a dress,
that appeared so light that it softly shimmered. It was
sleeveless, and tucked in around the half-swellings of
her young breasts, cutting in to her slim waist. She had
her face half turned towards him without seeing him.
The crowd moved a little, and suddenly he could see all
of her. The dress - it was a dress - was silver-grey and
flared at the hem, reaching little further down than the
tops of her thighs. Below were her legs that were, to
Paul's mind, exquisite.
The lightly tanned face, the gentle big blue eyes, the
look of youthful exuberance and innocence made her
totally captivating. What was she? Fourteen? No, fifteen.
Perhaps sixteen. Paul was completely won over in an
instant. She was the image of the girl he'd always
desired. And, yes, fantasised over, sometimes night after
night, with no reality to feed his dreams. Regularly, he
sprayed his torso and his bed with zillions of wasted
sperm. And here she was, within a few yards of him.
He knew at once it was a vain hope. It always had been a
fantasy. She would see him as too old and would show no
interest at all. She'd want some callow youth of eighteen
or so whom she'd think was absolutely marvellous, and
she'd give herself to him. Still, there was nothing to
say he couldn't drink at the waters for a while even if
he couldn't consume the meal.
As the reception and the speeches drifted on
interminably, he tried not to allow his absorbing
interest to show. That dress was simply stunning, and, he
realised, slightly transparent. He tried to imagine the
bra and knickers she had on beneath it, being able, on
occasions, to see their outline. As the evening party got
going, she became one of the dancers, but he found
himself unable to move over to her. She always would be
just frustratingly out of reach. Sadly, he resigned
himself to the fact.
Paul became conscious of someone sitting down beside him
on the edge of the dance floor. Teresa's voice came to
him, softly but clearly.
"You want to have sex with her, don't you." It was a
statement, not a question.
"What?" Paul was stunned at being found out so
completely. Had his erection, a fairly constant feature
for the past couple of hours, been too obvious?
"You want to have sex with her."
He didn't know what to say.
"Don't be embarrassed. It's quite a reasonable ambition.
Remember, I have known of your, shall we say, interest in
that direction."
"Is it that obvious?" Paul managed to speak at last.
"Only to the initiated - me. You've wanted sex with girls
of that age for a long time, right?"
Paul could say nothing and shrugged his shoulders.
"What's the problem? Like I said, it's quite a reasonable
ambition. I think you need an introduction, don't you?"
"What?" Paul was horrified. The girl was definitely his
greatest desire right now, but what on earth would she
think? "She wouldn't be interested."
"Well, I'm not so sure. I think she would be. You need to
open your eyes a little."
"Who is she?"
"Sarah. The daughter of one of the bride's father's
stepbrothers. They live locally, actually, a few streets
away. A rambling old place, rather like her father,"
Teresa added, unkindly.
"How old..." Paul could hardly ask the question.
"She's fifteen. And a half, maybe."
"Sex!" he snorted.
Teresa gazed at him with a degree of pity.
"You've a lot to learn, haven't you. For girls like her,
and I have it on good authority that she's got an
admirably strong sex-drive, legality doesn't enter into
the case. I'd lay even money you wouldn't be taking her
virginity. If she really wants you, that is."
"She doesn't," said Paul flatly.
"Then there's none so blind as those that cannot see.
She's been looking at you, too. And I know that look, I
used to give it myself at that age when the mating urge
got very strong. She views you, let's say,
appreciatively. Very."
Paul was a temporary mess of confusion. Teresa took a
decision for him.
"Stay here," she commanded. "Give me a few minutes and
I'll do my best to return with her."
And, against any odds Paul would have given, she did. And
a few minutes after that, Paul was on the dance floor
with the girl of his fantasies.
Sarah had indeed noticed him, and surreptitiously eyed
him up. Very soon after that, the urge so accurately
identified by Teresa had kicked in. I can't believe it,
she thought, I'm fancying a man of that age! On the other
hand, her excursions into sex-land had been singularly
unrewarding so far.
Since her first fucking about a year ago, she'd had four
other couplings, but none had produced the pleasure that
her powerful urge led her to expect would be hers.
Maybe an older man might be the answer? As soon as she
had accepted that idea, Paul became extremely desirable.
But, then again, what would he see in her? She'd be far
too young in his eyes. And inexperienced. They like girls
who've been around a bit, who know what they're doing.
All of which made Teresa's roundabout bringing together
with him a mixed blessing at best.
Teresa knew what she was doing, having known both of them
for some time. At the moment, they needed each other.
Quietly, she really did hope they'd have sex, they both
needed it. They might very well not do so, but they'd
have a great time not doing so. She concerned herself
needlessly. When Paul and Sarah did get together, the
communal bonfire of desire Teresa had lit simply blazed
away out of control.
Fortunately, the lights were dim and the crowd was great,
so the way the two of them were consuming each other with
their eyes was lost on those around them. Occasional
accidental touches became deliberate and increasingly
frequent. And when, with a slow dance, the lights went
down and they pressed their whole bodies against each
other, mutual pleasure swept to new heights.
Sarah could feel Paul's erection hard against her
abdomen, and swayed gently to enjoy its movement against
her body. She felt Paul, unable to control himself, run
his hands down her back. He cupped his palms round the
small but round and firm cheeks of her bum. Gently, he
squeezed them, savouring the sensation for as long as he
dared. Then, with one hand, he ran a finger up the cleft
between the cheeks, and then again, and then again.
Handling her like this was absolutely exquisite. And she
didn't flinch and she didn't move away.
Sarah shuddered with delight and held him more tightly
against him so that his chest rubbed on her breasts. She
felt her pussy lips open up even more than they had been
for the last hour and the gentle oozing of her juices
increased yet again. She knew by now that the crotch of
her knickers was absolutely soaked. Soon, she smiled to
herself, it's going to be running down my thighs.
When the dance finished, Paul broke from her and mumbled
an apology, but Sarah smiled and gave the little giggle
he'd learned to love. It was all cool, she assured him,
just cool. Her mind could think of little but what sex
would be like with him.
And then her father was at her elbow. Oh God, thought
Paul in an instant, this is it, he's going to thump me
for interfering with his daughter. I'm going to get very
bloody very quickly. But the man didn't. All he told
Sarah was that he and her mother were leaving early -
they were getting up early on Saturday morning to a
shopping centre at least forty miles away. Had she
forgotten? Did she want to come home now?
"No," she said, smiling sweetly. "I'll get someone to
walk me home."
"Okay. We'll see you sometime tomorrow afternoon."
And so the dance progressed, with Paul and Sarah trying,
and in their own eyes failing, to appear nonchalantly
detached while the flames of desire burned ever brighter.
Close to midnight, Teresa caught up with Paul.
"You see," she said, "you're getting there. Just be
careful. Take your time."
Paul wasn't sure what she meant.
Soon afterwards, a knot of guests were gathered around
the exit.
"Someone ought to make sure Sarah gets home alright,"
said a voice.
Teresa's smooth tones broke in. "I should think Paul
could do that. If Sarah doesn't mind, that is."
"Oh.. er... that'll be fine... if he doesn't mind," said
Sarah, realising it was her greatest desire of the
moment.
"I think I could manage that," said Paul, as nonchantly
as he dared. "I'll see you back at the flat," he said
loudly to Teresa. He wanted there to be no
misunderstanding.
*
When they reached the house, Paul wasn't sure what to do.
Despite her obvious interest, Sarah, without intending to
do so, may have been simply teasing him all evening.
"You'll come in for a few minutes, won't you?" she said,
gazing at him with those big blue eyes. He would, surely?
He must.
"Your parents..."
"Will be in bed. Anyway, my room's a long way from
theirs."
And so Paul found himself inside the house, creeping
quietly along the hallway after Sarah's ghost-like form.
"Up here," whispered his guide very softly, with a look
of a marvellous adventure about her.
She slowly ascended the stairs. Paul followed, turning
his gaze upwards. Sarah's short, flared dress gave him a
perfect view of her beautiful bum, clad only in what
looked like the briefest and thinnest of knickers. He
drank in the erotic view during the entire slow ascent.
He had not expected that, not imagining that she would
take him upstairs. His erection got harder than ever.
Sarah opened a door, "This is mine," she whispered. She
closed the door and then turned on the bedside light to
cast a soft, low light round the room.
It was plainer than Paul had expected, with only a few
posters and ornaments.
"Do you like it?" she asked, turning to look into his
eyes. They looked at each other. The unusual mutual
desire generated between a fifteen year old girl and a 32
year old man suddenly burst out brighter than ever.
"I like you," Paul said thickly. "I like you a lot." Had
she really brought him back to her bedroom to give him
the chance to have sex with her? Had Teresa been right
all along?
"And I like you." Sarah hadn't been sure where she'd been
going with Paul all evening, but she knew that if he did
make a move on her, she'd be hard pushed to resist.
That's why she'd got him there, though, so she'd be able
to be swept away be it if the chance came. And right now,
she was very willing to be swept.
It's now or never, thought Paul. It may be immoral, it
would certainly be illegal, but he wanted to fuck Sarah
more than anything he'd ever wanted. Shaking slightly, he
moved the pace or so needed to be next to her. He placed
his hands on her shoulders, and then let them pass slowly
down her body to her hips. He felt Sarah quiver, and for
the first time saw a look of unrestrained sexual desire
in those innocent-looking blue eyes. He could hardly
believe this was happening.
But it was. He caressed her up and down twice more, and
then allowed his hands to run down to the hem of her
dress. His palms rested on the bare skin of the tops of
her thighs, so that when he moved them slowly up again,
they took her dress with them, above her hips, her waist,
her breasts.
Sarah gave another giggle, as she'd done all evening at
moments of excitement, and lifted her arms. Paul
disentangled the dress and dropped it on the floor.
Shaking slightly, he moved closer and started fumbling
with the clip of Sarah's bra. She giggled again.
"Like this," she said softly, reaching behind her and
undoing the fastening.
Paul smiled his thanks. He slowly uncupped the bra from
her breasts and the straps slid down Sarah's arms.
Revealed were the loveliest pair of young boobs he could
have imagined. They were still not fully formed, but
swelled out beautifully. Her nipples were more pronounced
than he'd expected for a girl not long fifteen.
By now, they were both on an unstoppable train of desire
that could only have one outcome. Paul moved his hands to
her hips and slipped his fingers inside the thin
waistband of her knickers. Almost reverentially, he eased
the knickers down over the cheeks of Sarah's bum to the
tops of her thighs. Dropping to one knee, he pulled them
gently down her legs. Sarah stepped out of the legs one
at a time. She was naked, wonderfully naked.
"You'd better lie down," Paul gasped. Sarah giggled again
and sat on the edge of the bed.
Quickly, Paul pulled his shirt, open at the neck, over
his head. His trousers were unzipped and pulled down,
along with his boxers, in no time flat. Bending down, he
managed to pull them off each leg at the same time as a
shoe and a sock.
He'd managed to strip naked so speedily Sarah had only
just settled back on the bed. She wondered if he heard
her gasp as she saw the size of his cock. It was much the
longest, thickest erection she'd yet seen in the flesh,
but then Paul was a man, not any of the youths she'd been
used to.
Paul was on the verge of laying himself down with Sarah
and giving full vent to his lust when that remark of
Teresa came into his mind. Suddenly, he knew why she'd
said it. 'Just be careful. Take your time' she'd said.
Now he knew why. Sarah, at fifteen, might simply be
overwhelmed by him at full throttle.
It took a massive effort of self-control but he managed
to stop himself jumping straight between her legs. Her
young pussy, with hardly any bush over a love-mound that
was starting to become pronounced, looked sweet and tight
and almost unbelievably inviting. Paul had never seen
anything remotely so erotically stimulating. He kneeled
on the bed between her feet.
"Like this," he said softly. Paul pushed Sarah's feet
right up so that her knees bent sharply. Then, he pushed
them wide apart. The result was to open her pussy wide
and to tip it up towards him. He moved up the bed a
little and started to stroke her body from the breasts
downwards, softly, gently with the tips of his fingers.
"Oh, God!" sighed Sarah. No one had ever done that to
her. It felt like fire and ice. When Paul eventually
allowed his fingertips to stroke across her crotch, it
was as if he'd delivered her an electric shock.
And then it got better. Paul lowered his head between her
legs and, for the first time in her life, Sarah felt a
male tongue slide gently over her exposed pussy. Paul let
his tongue slide repeated over her juicy opening, and
Sarah's body responded, squirming slightly.
Then it got a whole lot better. The tip of Paul's tongue
pushed aside the folds of her lips at the top of her
pussy and at last found its target. When he first licked
across her clitoris, Sarah almost jumped the shock of
pleasure was so intense. But Paul was insistent,
maddeningly, gloriously insistent, and the waves of
pleasure broke higher and higher. Sarah was writhing now,
and moaning, and gasping for breath and had her eyes
tight closed and was totally abandoned to the searing
delight being administered between her legs.
And then it arrived. As Sarah cried out gutturally and
arched her back right off the bed and gripped the duvet
tightly, her first man-driven, adult-sized orgasm crashed
through her convulsing young body. The waves of pleasure
went on and on, so much so she though she'd die from
them.
But Paul was far from finished yet. Gently, insistently
once more, he set his tongue to giving Sarah's clitoris
more of the same, and for the next few minutes her mid-
teen frame was wracked with orgasms that would have
delighted a woman well over twice her age. Her pussy was
certainly tight, but it was wide open and flowing freely
with juices. Paul could restrain his urges no longer.
Moving smoothly upwards, he positioned himself over
Sarah's sighing, gyrating frame. He slipped his hands
under her bum and lifted her slightly. Lowering himself,
he allowed his knob to rest against her pussy lips. His
greatest fantasy really was going to be fulfilled.
Sarah was desperate for him to take her. Perhaps he only
intended to finger her and lick her.
"Oh God, yes!" she gasped as she felt Paul's cock. "Fuck
me. Please fuck me!" She was amazed that she could say it
but she needed him inside her.
Paul simply allowed his body to move forward. At first,
her constricted opening, juicy as it was, resisted, but
suddenly, wonderfully, her lips parted and his cock
pushed inside. They both let out little cries of delight.
"It's so big!" Sarah gasped her first thought.
"You'll take it, you'll be fine," Paul reassured her.
Controlling himself he didn't know how, Paul screwed his
body against Sarah's two, three, four times. His cock
moved further into Sarah's pussy each time. At the fifth
screw, Paul felt his balls come up against Sarah's bum.
It felt fantastic. He really did have his cock totally
inside her pussy, where he'd been aching to push it ever
since he'd first seen her.
And then he started fucking her. Slowly at first but
increasingly quickly, he pulsed his cock in and out of
Sarah's exquisite, tight young pussy, taking long, slow,
firm thrusts to do so. Sarah, by now more aroused than
she'd thought remotely possible, responded just as
strongly. She'd always been told you couldn't come just
by a man thrusting his cock inside you, but she blew that
idea to smithereens twice in the space of a few minutes
as Paul's fucking became more powerful and intense.
He was fucking her vigorously now, the exquisite young
fifteen year old writhing beneath him. His balls were
full, he knew they were, and he felt the tide of cum
slowly, insistently rising up his ever-swelling cock. His
body was out of his own control now, and Paul went
joyously with its flow. His fucking got quicker and
quicker, Sarah groaned and quivered, and then she felt
him quiver, too.
Paul seized her bum-cheeks tightly with both hands and
pushed his cock inside her as far as it would go. And
then his brain exploded in a kaleidoscope of sheer
ecstasy. He felt his cock spurting his cum far, far
inside Sarah's delicious young body.
She felt it squirting out, pulse after pulse of his cum.
It felt beautifully warm, spreading and seeping slowly
into her body she wasn't sure where. It felt good, so
very good, so much better than with the lads she'd been
with who'd all used condoms. This felt wonderful, so much
more natural.
Paul, temporarily spent, became conscious that Sarah was
anything but quieting down. He'd honestly thought once
would be all Sarah would want or be capable of, but,
exultantly, he realised he was wrong.
"Have you ever been on top?" he asked.
Sarah giggled. "How do you mean?"
"I'll show you."
He slid his cock slowly from Sarah's exquisite pussy. He
was pleased to see how still very erect it was. He moved
Sarah over so that he could twist round and put his back
to the bed. Still Sarah didn't quite understand.
"Now straddle me," said Paul.
"Oh, I see!" she gasped, delight spreading over her face
at what Paul had in mind.
Paul put his hands on the girl's hips, guiding her down
until her pussy, now oozing with a copious flow of love-
juice and fresh cum, once more slipped round the knob of
his cock. Guided by her much older partner, Sarah sank
slowly onto his cock.
"Oh, my God!" she sighed in awe. "That feels fantastic!"
"And now you can screw me," said Paul.
"God, yes!"
And so Sarah got another lesson in sex. With more and
more freedom and exuberance, she bounced and wriggled and
screwed herself to another orgasm, and another and
another, while Paul simply writhed his body gently
beneath her to increase the sensations of pleasure.
The view of her young body abandoned so completely to
gaining sexual fulfillment was quite enough to stiffen up
his cock once more. Her beautiful young boobs glowed with
the effort she was putting in. He reached up and caressed
the tiny nipples, which blasted Sarah into orbit again.
Sarah couldn't believe how long they were fucking, it was
so much longer than she'd ever fucked before. She'd
remained on a plateau of high sexual excitement, but
sensed that Paul was increasingly aroused. It took a long
time, but at last he was the one sighing and moaning on
the bed.
Once more, he felt what seemed like a tidal wave of cum
surge up his cock. He gripped her round the waist. His
whole body tensed, and again Sarah felt the strong spurts
of cum jetting deeply inside her, so many of them. It
made her feel so good, having a man come inside her like
that!
This time, afterwards, Paul took a little longer to
react, but still found his cock retained a good measure
of its hardness. He suggested they change position again,
so Sarah once more moved beneath him, but moved the
bedclothes aside so they could actually get into the bed.
Paul was pleased to see she moved naturally into the best
position for them to fuck. Sarah had learned quickly. He
slipped between her thighs again and eased his cock deep
inside her pussy once more.
They fucked slowly and much more tenderly for quite some
time. Paul used the chance to talk with Sarah, but didn't
allow himself to become so distracted that he forgot to
stroke her clitoris between their gently rutting bodies,
producing another couple of orgasms for her. Sarah felt
sumptuous waves of pleasure, while Paul told himself he
had to retain enough strength to walk back to Teresa's
flat.
Sarah now knew what the more urgent thrusting of Paul's
cock meant. Learning from their previous fucking, she
opened her thighs high and wide to allow Paul to
penetrate her as deeply as he could. This time, when his
orgasm came, the flow of his cum was not as copious as
before but she still felt it in the centre of her being.
Afterwards, Paul relaxed, half lying across her, while
Sarah wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. She
reached across to switch the light out - it was too
bright now, right in her eyes - and saw from her clock
that it was nearly one thirty.
Could that be right? It would mean they'd been fucking
for nearly an hour. She was awestruck. None of her
friends had ever got close to that length of time, but
then they'd been to bed with boys, not men. And Paul was
still in bed with her! He'd have to get up soon, of
course, but not yet.
They both woke with a jolt at the knock on the door.
"Sarah, are you awake?" asked a male voice.
Paul froze, absolutely panic-stricken. He glanced across
the floor. There, indeed were his clothes, discarded in
such haste. When Sarah's father came in, as he surely
would, he'd be found out and, shortly afterwards,
pulverised to pulp.
Sarah, miraculously, became quick of thought.
"It's okay, Dad. I'm still in bed, I'll be alright. Are
you just going?"
"Yes. We'll be back after lunch."
"Okay. I'm going to sleep again, so don't come in."
"Okay. See you later."
"Bye."
The two in the bed stayed rigid until they heard the
front door close.
"Look, I never meant to sleep with you. I mean, I wanted
to, but your parents..."
Sarah giggled.
"We got away with it. Do you mind now?"
"No. No, I don't." He'd become conscious how stiff his
cock was.
So had Sarah. Giggling again, she wriggled beneath him,
and seconds later was rewarded with the feel of his knob
pushing against her pussy lips. Paul, now confident of
her, screwed his hips easily and naturally and had the
glorious sensation of feeling his cock push well inside
Sarah's young body. To his great delight, her pussy was
as receptive and eager as it had been last night.
It took some time for Sarah's parents to reverse their
car from their garage. As they prepared, at length, to
drive away, they were blissfully unaware of the depth to
which, at that moment, their fifteen-year-old's pussy was
being repeatedly penetrated.
They didn't hear their young daughter's first cries of
pleasure at yet another impending orgasm. And they were
some distance on their journey before the girl who looked
to them still so sweet and innocent once more had the
furthest recesses of her womb swamped by an over-generous
flow of her partner's sperm.
"I'd better go soon."
"You don't have to," said Sarah. "It's only nine-thirty.
We've got all morning. Can I go on top again?"
"Oh, yes!" said Paul.
So Sarah did, riding him with an abandonment that only
youth and a newfound freedom can bring. And afterwards,
again, Paul rolled her over and fucked her lengthily and
slowly but with sensations that, for Sarah, varied
between intense and ecstatic.
When they'd recovered, they took a shower together. Sarah
giggled her way through it as Paul soaped her body,
spending plenty of time stroking her pussy. The extended
attention he gave her pussy yielded another couple of
more than acceptable orgasms. Sarah felt on a high from
which she couldn't come down.
They dressed and went downstairs and took a leisurely
breakfast. Paul discovered, to his delight, that it was
possible to hold an intelligent conversation with Sarah;
he'd feared she'd be all body and no brains, but she
wasn't. He told her she must make sure she washed her
bedclothes. If she allowed her mother to do so, she'd be
bound to spot the marks left by his cum.
And then he had to go. Paul really did think that was it,
he'd never see her again, but Sarah told him to text her
later in the day. She'd find a way of meeting him
tonight, if he was so minded. Yes, he was, he said, and
at length strode off towards Teresa's flat feeling like
he was floating on air.
"You see," said Teresa when he walked in, "what did I
tell you?"
Paul looked a little sheepish.
"Okay, so I fell asleep."
"With Sarah?"
"With Sarah."
Teresa smiled
"I'm sure it did you both some good."
"You could say that."
And that night, Paul and Sarah escaped to the next town,
to avoid unfortunate chance meetings, and had a very good
night, passing Sarah off as a young looking eighteen year
old. And then, on Sarah's assurance that her parents went
to a car boot sale on Sunday mornings, they repeated the
stealthy climb up the stairs to her bedroom.
They undressed more slowly and got into bed more gently,
but the sheer ecstasy that Paul managed to generate in
his young partner was, if anything, even more intense and
prolonged than the previous night. After he'd fucked her
once, Paul encouraged Sarah to ride him, which she did
with great enthusiasm, generating orgasms that came, she
found, far more easily than they'd ever done before.
And then Paul showed her how he could mount her, and
Sarah found that being taken from behind could produce as
much, if not more, pleasure than in any other position
they'd yet tried. Initially, she was disappointed that
Paul didn't come inside her in every position, but found
that he could fuck her much more lustily if he didn't.
And fuck her lustily he did, and it was over ninety
minutes later before they eventually relapsed into sleep.
This time, they were more careful with Paul's clothes,
putting them out of view. It was just as well, because
Sarah's mother indeed opened the door to look round it at
her daughter. In the gloom, she missed the fact that the
bed of her dear daughter, who was still, she fondly
imagined, in virginal fastness, was more full than it
should have been. This was her dear daughter, anything
but virginal, had taken a man to bed with her.
"Mum, don't," said Sarah, feigning sleepiness. "I'm
tired."
"Well, you shouldn't stay out so late. We'll be back by
lunchtime, so be up by then."
Today, before, she was out of the front door, her
daughter had been gleefully penetrated by Paul's full
erection as they sought not to waste a moment. They were
fucking lustily when her father came back into the house
for something he'd forgotten. He passed right by the door
of his daughter, who was being even more vigorously
fucked by Paul in as much silence as he and Sarah could
muster.
When they'd finally gone, Sarah nearly burst as she
released herself into a series of prodigious orgasms as
Paul just kept on fucking her. They changed position as
easily and smoothly as only partners used to each other
can do. And Paul produced two mighty, profuse injections
of cum before they'd finished.
When he left, they swore blind to each other that they'd
keep in touch. The intentions were serious, but Paul knew
she would meet other boys whom, rightly, Sarah would be
only too keen to take to bed as she'd taken him. The
memory of him would fade; though he hoped she would
remember the sexual experience and education he'd given
her. He'd certainly remember what she had given him! And
he had a great deal more hope now that there would be
other similar girls down the road for him to pleasure and
enjoy.
Only when he was on the way home did it occur to him that
he'd had prolonged and repeated sex with an underage girl
without ever using a condom. Surely she was on the pill?
She wouldn't have allowed him to fuck her so freely
otherwise. Yes, she must have been, it would be okay.
In fact, Sarah had only vaguely thought about what might
happen, but had assumed that, if Paul was willing to fuck
her so freely, he must know it was at a time of the month
when she was safe. She did know, though, that she was at
her horniest when she was about to ovulate, and she'd
certainly been as horny as she'd ever been that weekend.
Sarah had indeed been at her most fertile, and Paul had
given her unprotected body vast quantities of sperm in
just the right place. None-the-less, a fortnight later it
was a mightily relieved fifteen year old who came home
from school one day to find she'd need a tampon after
all. Against all the odds, she'd survived!
END
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