CHAPTER 1
Coming of Age for Lola
Lola knew he was home, going to her room, excited at what she was going to do. It was
her eighteenth birthday today, and instead of getting a gift, she was going to give a
special one to Salvador. Salvador lived next door to them for over three years. He was
Nicaraguan. He was twenty-eight, she asked him one time. His dark skin was so sexy to
Lola, his big chest and thick muscles made her go weak in the knees when she saw him. He
was handsome, in a rough sort of way and that is what made her grow wet each time he said
something to her.
Salvador moved in next-door right after her father died. He began to take a liking to
Lola, though he tried to hide it, but he couldn’t hide the bulge in his pants each time he
saw her. She suspected it was because she was under age and he was twenty-eight, but that
excuse vanished today. She was now legal. Her window opened up to his bedroom. A few
times she opened her blinds as soon as she got home, giving him a few moments to notice.
She had seen him peeking out his window at her, but after a few minutes, he closed his
blinds. She hoped he wouldn’t do that today.
It was overcast today, so she turned on the light in her room. She didn’t look out the
window, her heart racing, her breathing ragged, hoping he was watching. She stood in
front of her closet, far enough away from the window so he could see her entire body
except for her feet. She was wearing a white button-down blouse and her plaid skirt, the
strict attire of the school. Only one more week of school until she was finished. She
turned sideways so he could see her profile, pushing out her chest, Lola never believing
her breasts were big enough, not like her older sister. She put her arms high up in the
air as if she were stretching, feeling her firm breasts push up high. She turned toward
the window, Salvador’s shades open, but the room was dark. She thought she saw movement
when she turned toward it, seeing the corner of the drapes move. He was there, hiding to
the side of the window, but he was looking. She struggled not to grin as her fingers
nervously went to her blouse, opening up the top button, moving down, each button hard for
her trembling fingers to open. She felt the cool air blowing over her cleavage, her sexy,
lacy bra revealed as she pushed the two sides of her blouse open. She undid the cuffs of
the blouse then slowly and deliberately pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her
arms. She went over to the closet and took out a hanger, casually hanging it up. She
could feel her nipples throbbing to unbelievable hardness beneath the thin bra as she
stood so he could see her firm breasts restrained by the sexy bra. She took a deep
breath, thrusting her chest out for him to see.
She hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the stain on her panties when she took them off,
for she was soaking wet from what she was doing. No boy had ever seen her like this, not
even a male doctor; her doctor was female. She bent over facing the window, slipping off
her shoes, but she knew her hanging breasts were almost spilling out of her bra. She took
her time, one shoe then the next, rising up slowly, her chest heaving with desire. She
took a deep breath, turning sideways as she reached behind to find the catch on the bra.
With practiced fingers, she unsnapped the bra strap, one hand holding the front of the bra
over her breasts, the other hand slipping the shoulder straps down her arms until only her
hand was holding the bra over her breasts. She could feel her nipples pounding with blood
beneath her hands. She faced the window, closed her eyes and let the bra fall to the
floor. Her hands clenched at her sides in fists, a flush coming over her body, the gentle
breeze blowing on her nipples like a hard wind. She could imagine him peeking out the
window, his hand stroking that big cock as he watched her strip for him. If only he would
let her stroke his cock, he could teach her to pleasure him. She was eager to learn, she
just needed a man to teach her, not the boys at school.
She opened her eyes, her hands reaching up to her nipples, stroking the turgid nipples,
the pleasure racing through her breasts. Her hand went to the button on the side of the
skirt, opening it, the zipper sounding so loud as she pulled it down. She trembled as she
stood there, finally getting the nerve, letting the skirt slide to the floor at her feet.
She stood half-naked, only a pair of panties and knee socks covering her body. She could
imagine Salvador stroking his cock harder the more she bared her body to him. Could I
make him cum from seeing me naked?
“Anyone home?”
Her sister’s voice shocked her back to reality. She was standing half-naked in front
of an open window, rushing over quickly to pull the shade down as she heard the footsteps
approaching the door.
Cherry didn’t bother to knock, opening the door, looking at her as Lola stood
half-naked in front of her sister. “I didn’t think you were home; you didn’t answer.”
“I was getting changed. Don’t I have any privacy, Cherry? Can’t you knock before you
come in? After all, I’m a grown woman today. I’m eighteen.”
Cherry was two years older than her sister. Lola was an introvert, Cherry an
extrovert. It wasn’t that Lola wasn’t cute; she was shy with boys, not like Cherry.
Cherry could wrap a boy around her finger in a minute, making them do her bidding as they
fawned all over her. She was sure that Lola was a virgin, too afraid to let a boy feel
her up, never mind fuck her. “Happy birthday, Sis. Mom will be home soon, and then we
are going out for your birthday dinner.” Her body wasn’t bad, Cherry had not seen Lola
naked for a long time.
“Get out and let me get dressed.” She pushed Cherry out the door, feeling ashamed as
she looked at her naked breasts. Damn, damn. Her present for Salvador was ruined by her
sister. She hoped that he didn’t think she caught him peeping on her and she closed the
blinds.
Fuck, she had a hot body, Salvador pulling his cock out of his pants as Lola began to
strip for him in her window. He stroked his long organ when she bared her breasts,
Salvador imagining what it would be like if he placed his cock between those teen breasts
and masturbated as he folded the flesh around his cock. He grew more excited when she
took off her skirt, nice legs and the bulge in her panties showed that she still had a
bush. Suddenly, he heard shouting and the blind closed suddenly. It was her sister,
Cherry, coming home at an inopportune time and ruining it for him. He didn’t let that
stop him, stroking his cock a little more until he closed his eyes as the cum shot out of
his cock and landed with a thud on the wooden floors. He continued to stroke it until his
balls were empty, imagining that it was Lola’s soft hands on his cock that made him cum.
So she was eighteen now. With a body like the one he saw, it was time to teach her to
pleasure a real man, not the boys she went to school with.
Lola was so horny, but she was afraid to masturbate with her sister in the other room.
She got dressed begrudgingly, though she wanted to be naked and spread on the bed for
Salvador to see her masturbate for him. It sounded like a great idea, but she didn’t
think she could do that. It took her long enough to get as far as she did today, stopped
at the last minute from baring her sex to him by her sister.
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Salvador knew she would be coming home soon from school and that Cherry and her mother
wouldn’t be home for a while. He was sitting on the stoop of his house, only inches from
the sidewalk. He saw her coming down the street, his cock already hard at the visions in
his head of her half-naked body, imagining what he would do to her. She went to the
private school, very conservative, but they insisted that the girls wear the traditional
schoolgirl outfits that were loved by pedophiles worldwide. Like her mother and sister,
she had honey blonde hair, cut short. The closer she came, the more pronounced was the
gentle sway of her breasts beneath the simple white blouse. Not even the knee socks could
cover up the long, lean legs disappearing beneath the plaid skirt. He had seen her many
times walking away, the way her hips swung so erotically, though Salvador suspected that
she didn’t even realize how sexy she was. She was carrying two sacks of groceries,
smiling as she saw him.
She stopped almost in front of him. “Hello, Salvador.” Her knees were weak, afraid he
was disappointed in what he saw of her yesterday. Maybe he wanted Cherry instead of her.
“You look pretty today, Lola. It’s almost like I am seeing you in a new light,” he
hinted at her exhibitionism yesterday. He saw her blush as soon as he said it. He was
carrying a yardstick, using it like a pointer. He pushed it out in front of him until he
found the bottom of her skirt. He began to push it up, revealing more of her long, naked
legs to him.
She looked down, a yardstick tickling her leg before it hooked into the hem of her
skirt. Salvador began to pull her skirt up, Lola’s hands filled with the grocery bags.
“Pleassssee don’t,” she begged, but she didn’t put the bags down to push it away. She
stared down as her skirt moved higher up her legs. Salvador was sitting on the bottom
stoop of his house, almost staring up beneath her skirt. With it riding up higher, he was
seeing a lot more. She looked around, thankful that no one else was around, but it was
still too open, too many prying eyes in the neighborhood.
“You have great legs, Lola. You need to show them off…. to me!” He pushed the skirt
up until he could see the pure white panties beneath them; just like the pair he saw
yesterday when she dropped her skirt. He could almost smell the girl in heat.
“Not out here for everyone to see.” She looked around, Mrs. Johnston walking out her
front door.
“Want me to help you with your groceries, Lola?”
She should say no and run away, but she was foolish. Foolish and horny. She knew he
saw her half-naked, wishing she had gone through completely and showed her naked pussy to
him. “That would be nice.” At least he had to put the yardstick down from under her
skirt.
Her body trembled when his hand touched hers, taking the bags from her. It was as
though she was struck by lightning, his touch sending shocks through her skin. “Thank
you, they were getting heavy.” She noticed he still carried the yardstick. He carried
the bags as though they weighed nothing, the muscles in his arms so pronounced. She
blushed when she saw the bulge in his pants, though she was so proud that she had caused
such an erection. She just worried how big it was, Lola still a virgin, but she was
hoping to get rid of that problem soon enough.
She felt him behind her as she fumbled with the key in the lock. She hated that she
was so nervous in front of him, wishing she were more like Cherry with boys, so
comfortable and dominating them. She felt him move up behind her until she was trapped
between him and the door. Then she felt it, his erection pushing up against her ass. She
never felt anything so big or so hard. She bit her lip to stop the cry of surprise from
her lips when somehow Salvador had made his cock twitch against her ass cheeks.
“Need me to help you, Lola.” Salvador pushed into her ass cheeks, rubbing his hips
from side to side until his cock jerked in unexpected pleasure.
Thank God, the lock finally opened, Lola moving inside and away from him, her heart
racing at the thought of his cock and how big it was. “I got it,” she said breathlessly.
She held the door open, but her eyes went to the front of his pants. It was bigger, Lola
almost able to see the outline of it in his pants. She was sure it moved again. She
looked up, seeing Salvador staring into her eyes, a deep flush passing through her body as
he caught her gazing lustily at his cock.
“Yes you do, Lola,” he joked with her, seeing her shameful stare at his cock. She
could have it anytime she wants. “Where should I put the bags?”
“I-in the kitchen, on the c-counter,” her voice stammered. She felt him behind her,
trying to control the sway of her ass, sure he thought she was doing it on purpose.
He stood near her as she began to put the groceries away. She took the cans of
tomatoes out of the bag, opening up the overhead cabinet, stretching to put them on the
top shelf. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved close; the next thing she felt
was the hard cock pushing against her ass cheeks. His hands slid up her side, Lola almost
cumming when they slid along the side of her breasts and up her arms. Her nipples froze
into sharp, sensitive tips that longed for his touch. She stretched on her toes to reach
the high cabinet until his hands finally took the cans from her.
“Don’t move,” he warned her. He put the cans on the shelf, Lola frozen in time, her
arms still stretched to the top shelf, on her toes and her pert ass shoved against his
cock. She had even stopped breathing. “Good girl.” His hands slid down her arms again,
goose bumps appearing on her neck. He stopped when he got to her breasts, his hands on
the sides of a lovely pair of young, firm tits. The position she was in pushed them out
the front of her blouse, Salvador able to make out the nipples that grew hard and
pointed.
She felt his hands rubbing the sides of her breasts, Lola unable to breathe. No boy
had ever touched them before; no man either. If his cock weren’t pinning her to the
cabinet, her legs would have given out. She felt as if she was a fish, and his cock was
the hook in her. His fingers moved forward along the side of her breasts, inching toward
her aching nipples. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out more prominently,
waiting, her breath taken away by his hands.
“MMMMMM,” she cried out when fingers curled around the swollen tips of her breasts.
She couldn’t believe it, but his cock jerked in pleasure as soon as his fingers touched
her nipples. She felt the fingers gripping her nipples, the pressure increasing as they
tightened like a vise. The blood pounded painfully in her nipples, the pleasure racing
through her breasts and ending with the flood of wetness between her legs. If felt like
he was squeezing the blood from her breasts and trying to force it all into the very
sensitive tips as they swelled up, ready to explode.
“Nice hard nipples, Lola. You liked it when I pinched harder.” He rubbed his cock
from side to side on her ass cheeks as his fingers gripped her nipples tighter. He was
rewarded with another moan of pleasure. It only made his fingers snap tighter on the
sensitive nubs.
The pain laced through her breasts when his fingers gripped her nipples like pliers.
She had never felt anything like it before. His powerful fingers were crushing her
nipples, his cock masturbating against her pinned ass, and all she felt was pleasure. How
could this be? “AAAAHHHH!” She didn’t want him to stop. She even moved her ass against
his cock, matching his twisting hips, feeling the hard cock jerk and shudder as it passed
over the crack in her ass.
He released her nipples, letting the blood rush back into the tips. Then his fingers
found them again, this time yanking them out as they cruelly pinched the tips. Her cry
was louder this time, her back arching out, her ass forced up against his cock. He wished
he was naked and his cock could enter her. What would it be like to shove my cock into
that lovely ass hole? Would she resist or would she succumb to me and let me have my way
with her, taking my sodomizing cock deep into her bowels?
It hurt worse when he released them and the blood poured into the tips with such sharp
pain. She couldn’t believe her nipples were that sensitive or that erotic, afraid she
would cum from just having her breasts manhandled by Salvador. His fingers found the
nipples again, harder, pulling them until she felt them stretching beneath her blouse and
bra, his fingers gripping them as if they were attached to them. She caught a reflection
in the window of her stretched up tall and Salvador behind her with his hands mauling her
breasts. If only she were naked and he was forcing his cock into her from behind and
making her a woman. His fingers released her nipples, but his large hands encircled each
of her breasts and clenched tight until her firm flesh was crushed beneath his powerful
hands. He clenched and unclenched on her breasts, not gentle like you see in the movies
but hard and demanding as if he were punishing them. Yet, all Lola felt was pleasure.
He finally released her breasts, his hands coming down to her hips, guiding her as he
masturbated on her ass. “You’re hot as a firecracker, Lola.” He reluctantly pulled back
from her, so she could continue putting the groceries away.
Yes, she was hot, her pussy ready to explode, her panties were drenched in her juices.
Her fingers could barely put the rest of the groceries away, finally down to the last
item, the loaf of bread. Salvador was still behind her, watching her every move. She
should have known when she bent over to put it into the large drawer beneath the counter.
She pulled the drawer out, bending over when she felt his large hands grip her hips. It
was only a second before the hardness of his prick touched her. She didn’t need to hear
his words, her body frozen the minute he touched her.
“Yes, I like that, Lola. Hold still. That’s the way a girl should be. Bent over with
her ass out.” He held her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He began to
move her hips, making her dance on his cock, masturbating himself with her luscious ass.
“Bend over more, Lola and stick that cute ass up higher.”
It was the most demeaning position she was ever in and the most exciting. His hands
were guiding her hips as if he were fucking her from behind. Like an animal. His hand
pushed down on her upper back, her ass rising up higher. She released the bread as she
bent over submissively. She couldn’t stop him as he made her move against him, rubbing
her ass against that massive cock.
He leaned over her, his chest on her back. One hand slid under her until he captured
one of her hanging tits, squeezing it as the other slid over one ass cheek, his cock still
rubbing erotically against her ass cheeks. “Can you feel my cock, Lola? It wants inside
your tight, little cunt.”
Even his crude words couldn’t take away the pleasure she was feeling. His hands were
everywhere, her breasts rudely and roughly fondled, his hand squeezing her ass cheek, her
crack pulled open and his throbbing prick sliding along the deep crevice and sending
shivers of forbidden lust when it passed over her anus. She was growing dizzy from the
blood rushing to her head, but she didn’t care. All her attention was drawn to his cock,
feeling it come alive on her ass, jerking and shuddering from the touch of her ass on it.
She could only imagine how it looked, him humping her from behind. She never even
considered such a situation, but here she was, bent over as Salvador dry fucked her from
behind.
Salvador knew that Cherry would be home soon and she didn’t like him. He wanted to see
more before she interrupted them and Lola was still willing. He reluctantly pulled back
from her, stepping back. She rose up, her face flushed with blood and arousal. Her
blouse was wrinkled where his hands had taken liberties with her. He sat in the chair as
she closed the drawer, Salvador picking up the yardstick. “Come over here, Lola.”
She saw the yardstick and knew what he was going to do, yet she walked over to him,
standing close enough so the yardstick could slip under her skirt. She stood up straight,
arching her back, thrusting out her breasts for him to see. She looked down to see the
yardstick sliding up between her legs. She spread her legs wider, giving him access to
all that he desired. She felt the cold wood of the yardstick rubbing along the inside of
her knee, then it slid up until she felt it on her thigh, the skin soft and tender, the
yardstick hard and demanding. Salvador smiled as he hooked it into the hem of her skirt
and began to pull it up. She looked down as her legs were gradually revealed, the skirt
going higher and higher. She looked into his eyes, but his gaze was elsewhere. His stare
was glued to her panties as they were revealed. This was much closer than he saw her
yesterday when she voluntarily stripped off her skirt, this time he would be able to see
her shameful wetness. She bit her lip as she struggled to stand still, the hem of her
skirt almost to her waist. He stopped, looking up at her.
“Hold your skirt up, Lola.” He saw her hands grip the edges of her skirt, pulling the
yardstick away so he could use it more effectively. “Higher, all the way above your
waist,” he ordered her. She pulled the skirt up until he could see all of her panties.
“You love this, Lola. Your panties are drenched.” The panties clung to her flesh,
tightly molded over the puffy lips of her vulva; able to see the hairs of her bush
beneath, but nothing more pronounced than the lovely slit of her pussy. All of it bathed
in her juices.
He could see all of her, sure that her panties did little to hide the outline of her
pussy and the shame of her wetness. The end of the yardstick moved higher up her inner
thigh, the flesh so white and tender. He got to the edge of her panties, pushing harder
against the soft edges of her pussy until Lola gasped loudly. She wanted to hump the
yardstick, anything to rub her pussy on and pull the orgasm from her overly aroused body.
She didn’t think she could stand it any longer, needing him to touch her pussy and make
her cum. “EEWWWW,” she hissed through her clenched teeth when the yardstick touched the
edge of her pussy. She felt it push out on her inner thigh, confused for a second, and
then she saw it in his eyes. She spread her legs wider, Salvador grinning broadly. The
yardstick moved up to her slit, pausing at the top of it until she felt the pressure as it
began to push her panties into her drenched slit. She had to push back to keep her ass
from arching out, feeling her pussy lips parting, and then enclose the yardstick in the
soft folds of her pussy. He began to move the tip of the yardstick up her slit, Lola
bowing her legs out shamefully to accommodate it as it pushed her panties into her pussy.
She began to rise up automatically onto her toes as it slid up higher, coming closer to
her clit, the center of her pleasure. She spread her legs wider, anything to help it move
higher, lowering back onto the balls of her feet until the hard, wooden yardstick touched
her clit, feeling as if she was being electrocuted with a million volts.
Salvador wished it were his cock slicing up her slit instead of the yardstick, but he
enjoyed shaming her as she stood submissively while he had his way with her. He would
show her how to pleasure his cock soon enough, maybe even get her to take him in her
mouth. He loved to teach young girls how to suck a man to climax and swallow his cum. It
was so exciting to see the look in their eyes and their muffled cries the first time they
received a jet of a real man’s cum in their mouths. He moved the yardstick up another
inch when he heard her scream out. She pushed forward, almost jamming the yardstick in
her from her excitement. He had made her cum and cum hard she did. She humped the hard,
pointed tip of the yardstick back and forth excitedly.
“IIIII’MMMMM CCCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!” She never expected to hear those words come out
of her mouth in front of a man, but her body exploded suddenly. It was her clit touching
the wooden yardstick that did it; her hips uncontrollable as they jabbed back and forth on
it even though it hurt. Nothing could lessen the pleasure, Salvador making her submit to
the most demeaning and sexually arousing acts while she submissively let him have his way
with her untrained body. The feelings exploded in her head, and then she felt the rush of
wetness between her legs, afraid she had peed herself, her pussy muscles clamped tight,
her anal muscles gripping erotically on an unseen lover. Salvador rubbed the yardstick up
and down her slit as wave after wave of pleasure raced through her body. It was nothing
like what she felt when she masturbated, this more explosive, consuming her whole body.
Salvador could only watch her in the throes of ecstasy. It took her long minutes
before she could breathe again, her chest heaving as she struggled to fill her lungs. He
pulled the yardstick away from her pussy, Lola letting her skirt fall back down to cover
her shameful exhibition. Her face was flushed deep red, but Salvador didn’t know how much
was humiliation and how much was pleasure. He stood up and walked over to her.
Her legs felt like rubber, but she stood there in front of Salvador. Is it his turn to
have an orgasm? Will he make me do it, or will he masturbate himself as he did
yesterday?
“I like the way you cum, Lola.”
She heard the soft hiss of his zipper going down; then he grabbed one of her hands and
pushed it into the opening of his pants. Her fingers curled around the heated shaft of
man flesh in his pants, feeling it jerk in excitement from her touch. She never felt
anything like it.
“Take it out, Lola. You may begin by stroking it. Excite it with your fingers, and
then I will teach you how to pleasure a man with your mouth.”
She was scared, never touching a man’s cock before, never masturbating one with her
hand, and she didn’t even know if she could take a man’s prick in her mouth. Yet, her
hand pushed his shorts out of the way until her hands curled around the hot flesh of his
cock. She had never felt anything so hard and hot, her fingers barely able to curl around
the thick shaft, feeling the thick veins pounding with blood. Her fingers touched the
thick, wiry hairs. She looked down as she began to pull it out. It would be the first
time she saw a man’s erect cock.
The front door opened with a start, hearing someone walking in carrying rustling bags.
Lola pulled her hands out of his pants, Salvador struggling to zip up his pants without
catching his cock in the sharp zipper.
Cherry walked in on something, not sure what. They both had a look on their faces as
if they were caught red handed. It was Salvador from next door. She didn’t like him,
didn’t trust him, not the way he looked at Lola. Cherry saw the way Lola’s blouse was
wrinkled, as if someone had felt her up. Salvador was standing there, trying to hide an
obvious erection without success. Cherry came home just in time. “Hello, Salvador. What
are you doing here?” She gave one of her evil stares.
“I was helping Lola with the groceries. Two bags,” he added.
“Well, thank you, Salvador. I can help her now.” She gently ushered him out the front
door, slamming it behind him. She turned to Lola.
“What are you doing with him, Lola? Are you crazy? He has to be at least ten years
older than you. Find someone your own age that you can be happy with the rest of your
life, not some big cock that will fuck you in every way imaginable and then dump you like
a used whore.” Cherry knew enough to stay away from men like him. She could handle any
boy, twisting them around her finger and using sex to control and manipulate them to do
what she wanted and get what she wanted.
“We weren’t doing anything,” she huffed innocently, though she wasn’t even convincing
to herself. She had touched a real man’s cock for the first time, and then Cherry ruined
it. “I know exactly what I am doing.” She threw the grocery bags away and left the room
to change her clothes, especially her panties. They would go in the trash bin around the
corner, not wanting to take a chance that her mother would find them in the laundry and
inquire about the large stain on them.
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