It had been a stressful morning, awaiting my daughter's exam results. Now, the uncertainty was over, and I relaxed. She had the results she needed to go to her first choice. A top Russell Group university, all medieval colleges and dreaming spires.
I worried briefly about the cost, but it was a pittance for such a good education.
Earlier, when I mentioned that a band was playing that evening, Helen decided to go to the pub with me and her best friend, Kim. I checked the time. It was almost eight. Right on cue, the doorbell chimed—Kimiko, usually just Kim, was always punctual, a very Japanese trait.
I wandered from the kitchen to let her in. When I opened the door, Kim was there, utterly transformed.
"Hi, Kim. Come on in. Helen's upstairs."
I had never seen her wear anything revealing before and couldn't help staring. Kim wore a skimpy sailor suit, sheer black tights that stopped mid-thigh and ridiculously high heels. The navy skirt barely covered her pert arse, and the blue-edged white halter top barely restrained her mammoth boobs and left her midriff bare. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples strained against the thin fabric.
Even in her heels, the top of Kim's head barely reached my chin height.
Kim blushed prettily at my evident attention. I tore my gaze from her chest.
"You look great!" I said weakly.
Kim brushed past me, rubbing her nipples against my chest, and scurried, giggling up the stairs.
Kim's voice wafted down the stairs, "Come on, let's go."
His daughter sighed. "Hang on a sec, I'm not quite ready."
Which was typical. Helen would be late for her own funeral.
Five minutes later, the two girls paraded down the stairs. Helen was dressed demurely enough in a flattering French schoolgirl outfit. I smiled, remembering buying the tight top for her years ago before her bust developed.
Kim still looked jaw-droppingly good and pushed her chest out as she descended the stairs. Her white panties were visible under her tiny skirt. The transformation from shy Kim was astounding.
My daughter was oblivious as her best friend flirted outrageously with me. I had wanted the girl for weeks, ever since I chanced across her being screwed by her riding instructor. Now, my desire redoubled.
Helen herded us out of the front door. "Come on, I'm thirsty."
The pub was close, only half a mile away. We strolled three abreast down the narrow lane from the house.
Kim brushed against me. "Helen says all the boys will be after me tonight. You will look after me, won't you?"
It wasn't the boys she needed to worry about. I laughed, pretending to brandish a sword. "Just stick close to me, and I'll fend them off."
Kim smiled and grabbed my hand, staying close to me as we sauntered down the deserted lane.
The sun was brushing the western horizon when the pub appeared around a bend. Unusually, a large minibus was parked in front of the pub.
The band was tuning up when we entered the crowded pub. I winced at the discordant, dissonant sounds. Kim pressed close against me.
"God, so many people," she said.
Her arm clutched my waist, but my attention was on where her boobs pressed against me.
The bar was packed, far busier than usual, even for a band night. I spotted a few rugby players I knew slightly and remembered they'd had a match that afternoon. I grinned. Helen watched rugby avidly, but I always suspected it wasn't for the sport.
"I'll find a table," Helen shouted, her voice carrying above the hubbub.
Nodding, I replied, "I'll get drinks."
Kim left my side, following Helen. Unsurprisingly, she turned a few heads. Her tiny skirt barely covered her bum, and I caught glimpses of her white panties as she moved.
One bloke stared, mouth open, at her pert arse as she weaved between people.
"Wow, what I wouldn't do to her!" he murmured.
I grinned inwardly, thinking the same.
A few minutes later, I joined the two girls, carrying drinks. They were at a table as far from the band as possible, squeezed into a corner, with two benches for seating.
Kim shuffled along and patted the bench next to her. When I sat, she moved close and snuggled against me.
The band started their first set. We chatted as best we could over the loud music. I pretended to listen, but I was acutely conscious of the pretty Japanese teenager pressed tight against me. Helen was scanning the crowd. I grinned when her gaze settled on a group of fit young men.
Partway through the set, my daughter stood. "I'm off to the loo, won't be a mo." She glanced at Kim. "You coming?"
Kim just shook her head, and my daughter disappeared, heading towards the toilets.
I was unsurprised when Helen didn't return. When I looked around, I saw her flirting with some young men.
I turned to Kim and pointed out Helen. "She looks like she'll be a while. Do you want to dance?"
Kim simply nodded. She stood and dragged me onto the crowded dancefloor. As usual, it was mostly just women, but a few other men were brave enough to chance it.
Kim danced with her back to me, grinding herself against my mammoth erection. Soon, my arms were around her slim waist.
When we started to get tuts, I decided enough was enough. "We'd better sit down; people are staring."
In stark contrast to the usual timid Kim, she replied, "I don't really care, but I guess you're right."
Our previous table was now occupied, so we found a couple of bar stools and an empty corner. Kim sat so close her boobs pressed against me, and her hand was on my thigh.
We chatted, her head close to mine as the band was loud, avoiding dangerous topics.
"I've always liked you," she said softly.
I had hardly noticed the girl until recently when she started flirting clumsily.
Before I could reply, she blurted out, "Did you like watching Ken make love to me?"
My enormous dick was already stiff thinking about the girl. Now, it felt painfully erect. I was ashamed I'd watched, but she had looked fabulous, particularly perched on his cock, cowgirl.
I gulped. "You looked fantastic. I wanked myself silly watching, wishing it was me."
Kim laughed wickedly. "Your dick spurted gallons when you came. It only just missed me."
I was mortified the girl had noticed, especially as she had been in the throws of an orgasm.
She noticed my shame. "Oh no, don't worry. Knowing you were watching was what got me off." She looked down at my massive boner, and her hand moved to massage it. "I wished it was you inside me."
I laughed. "Watching you made me desperate to have you. I've spent the last month just hoping for a chance."
Kim looked at me, suddenly serious. "I hated Helen's birthday party. All I could hear was you and Alison at it like rabbits. I cried myself to sleep; I was so jealous. But it spurred me on." She smiled. "That's why I let Ken fuck me, so I'd be better for you."
I remembered the devastation on her face when she'd caught me sneaking Alison out of the front door and her noisy ecstasy when she climaxed riding Ken.
The band had stopped playing, but the room was still loud, filled with the racket of people talking. "Let's go somewhere quieter, where we can talk properly," I said.
Kim beamed, her previous seriousness vanishing instantly. "Great idea."
She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the pub's back door into the large garden. Faint light lingered to the west, but the long expanse of grass was in darkness.
She led me past the smokers towards a gazebo in the far corner. I heard panting and moaning as we passed the fence separating us from the pub car park. I grinned. Someone is getting fucked hard!
All I could hear from the girl was moaning and muffled squeals, but it was clear from the quiet banter that the slag was being spit-roast with a dick in both ends and that onlookers were urging them on.
"Her arse, mate, pound her arse. She's gagging for it," the voice was only just loud enough to carry.
I grinned. That girl was definitely having a good time.
When we reached the gazebo, Kim turned and pulled me close for a kiss. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth playfully. After a moment, she pushed me away.
I felt her hand grasp my crotch.
"I want to suck your dick," Kim said. She smiled. "Ken said I'm good at it, a natural."
I remembered watching her. She had been unsure of what to do at first, looking scared. But she had taken Ken all the way down her throat on her first attempt. Truly a natural.
"Are you really sure?" I asked.
She nodded. "I've fancied you my entire life. Let me live out my fantasies, please?" she pleaded.
I looked around nervously, aware we were in the open. The dark garden was silent and deserted, though I could see the distant smokers clustered near the back door. Faint, intimate sounds drifted in from the car park.
"What if someone comes?"
Kim leered at me. "Well, you will, I'm sure of that."
She dropped to her knees and sat back awkwardly on her high heels. Automatically, I stepped towards her. Kim undid my belt and the top of my shorts. Her hand reached into my boxers and grasped my shaft, wanking it gently.
Her hand released my shaft, and both her hands pulled down on the waistband of my boxers, which joined my shorts down by my knees. My painfully stiff erection sprang free, sticking straight out in front of me, narrowly missing Kim's face.
Kim gasped. She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes. "Wow, I thought Ken's dick was big," she said. Kim smacked her lips and smiled lasciviously. "I'll still inhale all of it, though."
Her small hands struggled briefly to pull back my foreskin. Then, with her eyes glued to my face, Kim's head moved towards me. Her tongue flicked out, just touching my glans. It flickered teasingly all around my tip before Kim opened her mouth and pushed forward. Her lips kissed my tip, and then they slid slowly around my glans until it was inside her warm mouth. Her tongue pressed against me as she sucked, and her hand gently wanked my shaft.
I sighed. "That feels wonderful."
She started bobbing her head, her hand moving on my shaft as she took more of my rigid pole into her mouth.
I felt my tip touch her tonsils. Kim coughed and adjusted her position. Her hands grasped my bum, and her head advanced slowly forward. My dick glided wetly down her warm throat until her nose pressed against my pubes.
She pulled back and let my dick, dripping with her spit, leave her mouth. She gasped, with more spit dripping off her pretty face, and looked up at me, smiling.
"I told you I could do it," she said triumphantly. "Now, I want to make you come."
Ken had stopped her sucking him before he came, and I wasn't sure the girl was prepared for the consequences. "I'll spunk in your mouth. Are you ready for that?"
Kim nodded seriously. "You know I'm inexperienced, but let me try."
How could I refuse? So I just laughed, "Go on then."
Her eyes were fixed on my slimy erection when she opened her mouth and inhaled me again, once more taking me down her throat.
She rocked backwards and forwards slowly. My tip brushed her teeth each time before sliding back down her throat. It felt divine. Kim paused occasionally, gasping for breath.
I groaned, "Don't stop."
The thrill that someone might see us and the joy that this luscious young woman was deep-throating me brought me near the edge.
Kim rocked backwards and forward once more. I sighed. "I'm close."
Kim's hands released my bum, she pulled back slightly, and one hand started wanking my shaft. Her head bobbed more urgently. I didn't even try to hold back. "Ooo ... that's it; I'm coming."
My hips jerked, pushing me deeper between her smeared, ruby lips, and my dick erupted, flooding her mouth with cum. Her hands grabbed my bum as she held herself on my twitching dick.
Spunk seeped out of her mouth past my cock and dripped off her chin as my dick deposited waves of jizz into her mouth.
I exhaled with a long, slow breath. Kim pulled back, letting my dick leave her lovely mouth. My member swayed wetly in front of her. She swallowed theatrically.
Kim's dark, almond eyes looked up at me. She grinned, with my cum dribbling from her lips. "I've swallowed your seed, so you must take me home and fuck me now. That's the rule, isn't it?"
I knew I should resist, but, damn the consequences, I was desperate to fuck the girl.
I laughed. "I've never heard that rule before."
Kim giggled. "I just made it up. But it's a good one, isn't it? And you will, won't you?"
I liked this fun new Kim and couldn't wait to feel her young body against me. It was hard to believe that was only the second time she'd had a dick in her mouth. It was the best blowjob I'd ever had.
Hardly able to speak for laughing, I answered, "Of course. Let's see what my daughter is up to first, and then we can sneak off. I'm sure she'll not miss us."
Kim's head bobbed forward, and she quickly sucked my dick clean, swallowing once more, grimacing. "It tastes horrid, really," she said, "but I don't mind."
I pulled my boxers up and did up my trousers, watching Kim as she pulled out a hankie to wipe the cum and lipstick, which were smeared all over, off her pretty face.
She pushed the hankie down her impressive cleavage, wiping it clean, grinning at me. "It's all over my top as well. I hope no one notices."
Damp spots were scattered across her fabulous chest. Only noticeable if you knew they were there. I smiled. "You look fantastic."
Holding hands, we walked back into the pub with Kim pressed tight against me.
I bought us drinks, and we weaved through the crowded pub, looking for Helen. After a circuit of the pub, my daughter was still missing.
Kim looked at me with a wry smile. "Let's not look too hard. She was determined to get laid tonight."
I groaned. "Don't tell me things like that! I know she's a grown woman now, and I've tried to avoid prying into her sex life."
She'd never brought any boys home, and until recently, I hadn't even been sure whether she was a virgin or not, which made me remember Kim's encounter with Ken.