Deliver to my home

The next few days are agony. Every knock on the door makes your cock spring to life. You manage to hold out the first four days. But after a while you blue balls just can't handle any more waiting. You go to the aduld bookstore downtown and buy every school girl movie you can find. When you get home, you rip open the first case and watch a little brunette in glasses make her through the football team. You can't take your eyes off the screen as she licks the purple head of the quarterback's cock while riding the runningbacks giant black shaft, her white blouse ripped open and her skirt pushed up over her hips. You finally get your release when she gets cream covered by the coach. Jet after jet of cum erupts from your cock, but you still aren't satisfied.

You put in another dvd, this time about a couple of chesty blondes practicing their kissing before prom. You stroke yourself as they gentle probe each other's mouths with their tongues. They start to rub each other's bodies, and you rub your cock a little more quicly. Pretty soon they're naked and sixty-ninening and you're almost ready to cum again when you hear a knock on the door. You tuck away your cock, turn off the tv, and go look through your peephole. Standing at your door is a short, slim, schoolgirl with red hair, piercing green eyes, and creamy skin.

As you open the door, she casts her eyes to the floor.

"Can I help you?

"My name is Sarah, I'm from Catherine's Catholic School for Girls and I'm selling raffle tickets to raise money for a mission trip to Panama would you like to buy one?" she mumbles, never making eye contact.

"Why don't you come in an tell me more."

"I don't know . . . I'm not supposed to . . ."

"Come on, its not like I'm the big bad wolf or anything."

"I guess . . . OK" she agrees. You show her to the living room and motion for her to take a seat on the couch. Her big green eyes immediately lock onto the dvd cases you have laying out.

"Can I get you something to drink, Sarah. Sarah, earth to Sarah" you have to repeat to get her attention.

"I guess, um, a can of soda, if you have it"

"Sure." as you head off to the kitchen, you can hear her get up. And walk accross the living room.

You get the soda and sneak back as quietly as you can. Sarah is holding one of you DVD boxes, her hands stroking her stomach. You watch as it moves down to her thighs . . .

"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone, or I would have put those away," you say. Sarah almost jumps out of her skin.

"I just, I'm sorry. I just have never seen anything like this before. My mom and my teachers at school and the Father, they all say it is so wrong, and I just, I haven't ever seen it for myself"

"What do you think?"

"It, they look like they're enjoying themselves, like it feels good. And I just, looking at it makes me feel warm and, I don't know. This is SO embarassing!"

"Nothing to be embarassed about. Its just the human body. And you're right, it does feel good. The stuff on the tapes . . . ."