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Subject: {ASSM} Garage Sale (M/f,oral,cons)
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Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2005 21:10:02 -0400
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Garage Sale (M/f,oral,cons)
By TheDarkKnight

This little misadventure started when I let my wife
talk me into having a garage sale.  I hate garage
sales, I never go to them, and this was the first (and
last) time we ever held one.  Our agreement was that I
would help my wife get everything together, put out the
signs, etc., but I would not have to play nice with the
people who came to pick over our trash and treasures. 
Things were going according to plan on that Saturday
morning, until about 11:00 a.m.  By then, most of the
early birds had come and gone, and things were a little
slow, so I was surprised when my wife came into the
house and asked for my help. 

She told me that there was a young lady outside who needed
some help.  She wanted to buy one of the bicycles we had 
for sale, but she wanted some clothes also, and didn't think 
she could carry them while riding the bike. She only lived a 
couple of blocks away, so it was no big deal. 

I went out to the garage where I first saw Lisa, not knowing
that my life had just changed.  My first view of her was from
behind as she was bending over looking through a box of clothes.  
Since it was a warm day, she was wearing a tank top and some tight 
white shorts, and I could see that she had a very cute bottom, 
and some nice, trim legs.  When she straightened up and turned 
around, I saw that she was probably in that hard-to-define middle 
teens group, somewhere between 15 and 17 was my guess.  She wasn't 
the prettiest girl around, but certainly qualified as "cute", 
especially with her black hair in a pixie cut that framed her
face nicely.  And, like most young girls, she had a smile that 
was both delightful and somewhat of a turnon.

While she finished getting everything together that she wanted 
I loaded the bike into the back of my minivan.   It was only 
about a five minute drive to her house, but during that time I 
found out this about her: her name was Lisa, she really liked to 
talk (especially about herself, but not in an egotistical way), 
she lived with her divorced mother, and her older brother had 
just joined the Marines. She was one of those people that you 
just have to like even after only being around them for a few minutes. 

By the time we got to her home, I was feeling a little guilty.  
I knew the bike she had bought really needed to have the brakes 
adjusted.   I asked if there was anyone at home that could do that, 
but she said that since her brother had left, it was just her Mom 
and herself.  Now I really felt bad, so I volunteered to work on
the brakes for her. 

I took it out of the back of the van, and wheeled it around the side
of the house, to a patio behind the garage.  She went inside and came
back with a little toolbox, all that was left of her Dad's tools, she
said. I dug around in the little toolbox that was lying there, and 
found what I needed.  While I was working on the brakes, she kept 
rattling on about how hard she and her mom were having it.  She said the
reason she needed the bike was to help her try and find a job in the 
neighborhood to help out.

I finished the quick adjustment, and while I was testing the brakes, 
she said something that rocked my world. "Do you know what I have been 
doing to make money?" she asked, with a shy little giggle.

I said I didn't, expecting her to tell me about a babysitting job or 
something like that.  Instead, she said "I give guys blowjobs for $25.  
I started out with some guys from school, but now I really like doing 
older guys." 

I wasn't sure how to answer that, so I tried to just ignore it. Besides, 
I wasn't too happy about being one of the "older guys", even though I was.  
"Okay, I think the bike is ready, and I need to get home now, Lisa."  I 
was hoping that if I didn't show any interest, she would drop it. 

But it wasn't going to be that easy.  "Aren't you interested?" she said, 
as she peeled down her tank top, revealing a pair of bite-size breasts, 
with some of those tiny young-girl nipples that seem to always be erect.  
"We could do it now,  my mom won't be home for a couple of hours." 

Alarrm bells were going off in my head like crazy. She was obviously 
way too young for me to be fooling around with (not to even mention
the whole adultery thing), but... she sure looked adorable and desirable 
standing there smiling at me, with those cute little headlights right at 
my eye level. Finally, I managed to say "Yeah, I'm interested, but not 
right now. It just seems too weird.  Look, my wife works evenings, 
why don't you drop by tonight about 6:00."  I didn?t believe I had said 
that, but there it was. 

"Okay, I'll see you then." she said as she pulled her top back up.

I went back home, and for the next several hours I got progressively 
more excited and nervous. Luckily, my wife was too busy cleaning up
from the sale and getting ready for work to notice my unusual 
behavior.  After she left for work I started pacing the floor and 
arguing with myself.  My big head knew that this was an absolutely 
crazy thing to do, but my little head was really getting excited. 
Guess who won.

It was a closer battle than you may think. I had actually decided to 
back out of the whole thing.  I had the money lying on a counter by 
the front door, and I was planning on telling her that I had changed my
mind, and give her the money anyway so she wouldn't be upset.  But, 
when the doorbell rang, and I opened it up and saw her standing there
with that "ain't I cute?" grin on her face, the battle was over.  
I guess I was acting a little stupid after she came in, just standing 
there, because she teased me, "Well, do you want me to just do you
here?  The floor doesn?t look very comfortable."  There was that 
damned grin again. 

I had decided that the guest bedroom would be the best place ro our
little tryst, so I lead her in there.  I sat down on the bed, not 
really sure what to do next.  I mean, it's not every day (duh, never
is more like it) that I was fellated by a young girl.  She stood 
there in front of me, and peeled off that tank top again, saying 
"I just got this, I don't want to get any stuff on it.  Do you 
like my boobies?" she asked as she tweaked her own adorable nipples.

Boobies?  Stuff?  Just how old was this girl anyway? I should have 
been more worried about that, but little head was definitely in 
charge now. 

One of the problems that men my age have is that sometimes our minds 
are more stimulated than our bodies are.  I am sure that you younger 
readers can easily get erect just by imagining some erotic situation
like this, but I was past that point in my life.  I usually needed 
some kind of manual stimulation to get the pumped primed, so to speak.
I was afraid of what she would say if she saw me limp when I took my 
pants off, especially because of her prior experience with eager 
young high school guys, so I decided to try something.  Since I was 
sitting down and she was standing in front of me, her adorable 
breasts were right there, at eye level again, where they had been 
a few hours ago.  I leaned forward, and without any warning, slipped 
my mouth around her left breast.  As I had suspected, it was the 
perfect size (based on the "anything you can't get in your mouth 
is wasted" principle).

She was a little surprised by that move.  "Hey, what are you doing?"
She didn't pull away, just giggled a little.

I jiggled the tip with my tongue, then pulled back. "What's the 
matter, doesn't that feel good?"

he actually blushed a little.  "Yeah, sure, but I thought you 
wanted a blowjob."

"Look, Lisa, one thing about us older guys is that we like for our
ladies to have as much fun as we do.  I was just trying to make 
this enjoyable for you too."   I reached out and put my hand on 
her butt, and started caressing one firm cheek.  

That did the trick, I could feel a tightening in my groin that told 
me it was safe for me to finish disrobing.  Not wanting to wait any 
longer, I slipped off my shorts and jockeys.  She kneeled down, and
grabbed my now semi-erect cock.  She obviously had not done this
too often, because she started rubbing up and down with both hands 
like she was trying to start a fire.  

"Wow, girl, take it easy!  Don't grab so tight, and take your time."

"Like this?" she asked, as she slid her hand up from the base of my 
shaft to the head with just one finger and thumb encircling it. 
       
"Yeah, much better," I managed to say between moans of satisfaction.  
"But you know what would be really nice?  Try spitting on it and 
then rub it."
       
"Ugh, that sounds disgusting!".  This came from a girl who was about 
to take that same cock into her mouth.  You gotta love innocence.  
But she gave it a try, dribbling a little spit out of her mouth onto 
my shaft,  and started the stroking again.  This time, as expected, 
her fingers slid up and down much easier.  And boy, did it feel good.
       
Too good, in fact.  I was afraid that this was going to end in a messy
hand-job instead of the promised oral stimulation.  "Slow down, girl.  
Now you're doing too good a job!"  She grinned again (I sure was starting
to like that grin), and wiped her hand on her shorts. To buy some 
cool-off time, I said "You don"t look comfortable like that.  Let me 
lie down on the bed, and you can get on it with me."  I slid back to 
the middle of the bed, and propped my head up on a couple of pillows. 
I didn't just want a blowjob, I wanted to watch it happen.
       
Lisa stood by the bed, unsure of what to do next.  I patted the bed 
next to me, and she hopped up on her knees beside me,   She started 
to use her hand again, but I quickly stopped her.  She then leaned 
forward and took the tip of my penis between her lips.  She tickled
the opening, like she was sampling the taste before taking a big bite.  
By now I was getting a little impatient, so I put one hand on the back 
of her head and pushed down gently.  She took the hint, and suddenly 
her lips opened wide and she plunged the first few inches of my shaft
into her mouth.  Instead of feeling the pleasure I was expecting, 
I felt pain.  She really was as inexperienced as I had feared, and 
her teeth felt like they were scrapping a layer of skin off my most
 tender part.
       
I let out a little yelp, and her head raised up as fast as it had gone 
down, doubling my discomfort. "What's wrong?" she asked. 
       
"You need to be careful with your teeth.  Treat it like a lollipop that 
you want to make last for awhile.  No biting!"   This time she had it.  
She bobbed her head gently up and down, taking the head in between her 
lips, then letting it slip back out. She was moving slowly, as if she 
were still experimenting.  

"That's better.  Now move a little faster, and you've got it," I 
encouraged her.  As she picked up the pace, she also started taking 
me deeper into her mouth.  Then she did something unexpected, especially
for such an inexperienced young girl.  She looked me in the eyes while 
she continued bobbing up and down.  The sight of my dick deep in her 
mouth while she was looking at me almost made me come right away.
       
I guessed she noticed that I was getting very excited by this time, 
because she straightened up and said "Are you getting ready to come?  
I don't want you to come in my mouth, so let me know, OK?"
       
"Uh-huh," I managed to groan, between clenched teeth, because I 
really was getting close now.  She went back to work, smoother 
this time, sucking the head into her mouth, then plunging down, 
seeing how much of it she could take in, until she gagged herself.  
She chocked, but didn't quit.  Slowly at first, then faster and 
faster, she went back to the shallower strokes, until I could
feel my balls tightening up against the base of my cock, and
I knew I was about to erupt.
       
I didn't really want her to stop, but the nice guy in me finally 
took over.  "Now," I grunted, as my hands lifted her head up.  
Then she started using her hands again, and this time my cock 
was so wet with her saliva that they glided easily up and down, 
until I felt the juice working its way up and up,  and finally I 
was spurting out over myself and her hands.  She stopped moving for 
a moment, and I said "keep it up, just a little longer. Get it all
out, OK?"
       
And she did.  After I was drained, she sat back, looked at me and 
at the mess in her hands, and grinned. "I did that?"
       
"You sure did, Lisa.  That was quite an experience.  But I have to 
ask, how many times have you done that?"
       
She giggled, like a little girl caught stealing a cookie.  "Actually, 
that was my first time.  I had seen girls do stuff like that in some 
of the porno tapes that I found in my brother's room after he left,
and I really wanted to try it.  I thought it would be a good idea to
try it with an older guy first.  I had been trying for a couple of 
months to figure out how to do that.  When you came along, it just 
seemed like your were the right guy at the right time. So I made up 
that story about doing guys for money, just to see what would happen.  
And I was right, you are a good, patient teacher."
       
In my post-orgasmic daze, I started to ask her if there was anything 
else she was curious about that I could help her with.  But, sanity 
was beginning to return to my brain, and instead I was beginning to
really worry about the situation I was in.  I had just had a Bill 
Clinton kind of moment with an underage female, who now knew my name 
and where I lived.  I was already imagining her attempting to blackmail 
me, or even worse, telling her mother what had happened.  But as time 
would tell, my fears were unfounded. 
       
We got cleaned up, and as she was leaving, I went ahead and gave her 
the money anyway. "Consider it a present from a grateful friend," I said 
as I slipped the bills into her hand, "as thanks for a wonderful time."

And despite my worries, that was the last time I saw her, until about 
six months later, when I ran into her in the neighborhood grocery store. 
 But that's a story for another day.

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