The Green Door Part Two

By JimBob 
copyright 2011

Mg, fond, oral, ped, cons, prost

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comments.  I hope I can continue to write stories that entertain
you.

  Holly has her first customer, and he leaves very well satisfied
with her service.  Holly is satisfied too.


  Holly took her sisters to the mall that Sunday, and bought them
all new outfits.  It was kind of a waste of money to buy Mindy a
new outfit, because she was growing so fast, and could wear her
big sisters hand me downs, but she hadn't had new clothes in a
long time.  None of them had.

  When their daddy got home from the newspaper stand, they all
modeled their new clothes for him.  He pulled Holly down on his
lap and gave her a cuddle and a kiss for being such a good
daughter and sister to share with the others.  Holly had not been
held by her father in a long time, and she relished the time she
could relax in his arms and not worry about any of their
problems.  He whispered to her that his news stand was doing
better this week too, since he had a little more money to invest.
 He told Holly that her sisters were old enough to pitch in and
help around the house since she had a job now.

  The next day, after school, Holly hurried to clean up and head
out for the theater.  When she knocked three times on the green
door, William opened it with a big grin for her.

  "Hello William."

  "Hello Miss Holly.  Mr. Brown said to send you right on
upstairs."

  "Oh, okay William.  Thank you."  Holly ran up the stairs and
knocked on Bob Brown's door.

  "Come in!"

  Holly opened the door to see a handsome man of about thirty
sitting on the couch and Bob in a chair talking to him.  "Oh!" 
She said.  "William said you wanted to see me, Mr. Brown."  She
thought she should be more formal because of the visitor.

  "Yes, Holly.  I want you to say hello to John Johnson."  Bob
Brown had told Holly that the men always used false names.  She
knew the darkly handsome man would not have a name like Johnson.
In fact, holly knew his name was Mr. Hassan, because Bob Brown
had made a slip, and had told her.  But she didn't let on.

  "Hello Mr. Johnson, I'm pleased to meet you."  Holly said
politely.

  "Hello Holly, I am very happy to meet you.  You are even
prettier than Bob told me you would be.  Very petite too.  You
must call me John.  We are going to be good friends soon."  The
man spoke with a middle eastern accent.  He patted the seat
beside him for her to sit.

  Holly smiled at him as she wondered what petite meant.  She
hoped it was a good thing.  She sat beside the man as his eyes
slid over her small body.

  The three of them made small talk about Holly's studies, her
likes and dislikes, as John sized her up.  Finally he gave a
slight nod, and Bob Brown got up and went to his desk, got a key,
and handed it to John.

  "Do you want to come along with me Holly, and be my partner for
this afternoon?"

  Holly's eyes darted to Bob, who smiled at her.

  "Holly, John is the man I have been telling you about.  Your
job today is to please him, and give him what ever he wants."  He
winked at her.

  “Yes Mr. Brown.”  A thrill went through Holly's body.  This was
the man who was going to take her virginity.  At ten, and being a
somewhat sheltered girl, Holly had a vague idea of what being a
virgin was, but had no clear idea of the mechanics of how one
went from being a virgin to not being a virgin.  She figured it
had something to do with that place between her legs that Mr.
Brown had been so concerned about.  But just how was John going
to collect it? She guessed she was going to find out today.  She
hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad, in fact she really hoped it
wouldn't hurt at all, but she remembered Mr. Brown's probing
finger...  Holly felt a twinge of terror run through her body. 
What had she gotten herself into?

  John led the way to another stairway.  This took them into the
building above the theater, which had been small apartments. 
Holly had never been up here.  He opened the door to a small
apartment, with a living and bedroom, and small kitchen.  It was
smaller but a lot nicer than her family's small home.  It was all
finished with rugs and wall hangings in the mid-eastern fashion
that Holly had never seen before. John sat on the low couch, half
reclining in the pillows, and pulled Holly over to stand  before
him.

  “I've been waiting a long time to meet you, Holly,” he said as
he looked her up and down.

  Holly looked surprised and then puzzled.  How could that be?

  “Perhaps I should say I have been waiting to meet a girl just
like you,” he said.  “A lovely little blonde girl with blue eyes,
a cute little turned up nose, and perfect white teeth.  Do you
know what a rare creature you are?”  He asked.

  Holly could only shake her head.  Still scared, she felt better
that he was just talking to her, and not tearing her clothes off.
 He was flattering her with his sweet words.  She relaxed a
little.

  He held out his arms and Holly moved into them.  He hugged her
to him, and then turned her so she was sitting across his lap
with one of his arms around her back, supporting her and holding
her close.  Holly looked up at John, and saw his face looming
over hers so she pursed her lips as his came down to meet hers. 
Bob Brown had shown her a little about French kissing, which
Holly had known a very little about.  She had not felt much
passion kissing Bob, and she and Jamal had been taught to feign
passion when kissing on the stage.  She was going to do that this
time, but John only kissed her gently, then just held her close
in his warm embrace while he cooed to her lovingly in a strange,
but mesmerizing tone.  Holly relaxed more in his warm embrace. 
She could do this!

  At the same time, John started to pet her with his free hand. 
He stroked her hair, the side of her face.  He put his hand on
her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers again, and this time his
tongue gently stroked her lips for the duration of the kiss.  He
stroked her neck, and shoulder through her dress, and her bare
arm below the sleeve.  His soft caress made her wish she had more
skin bare for him to touch.  Holly felt a warm glow start to
spread out from the junction of her legs.  Her sexual lessons led
her to anticipate what would happen next.  She started to secrete
a small amount of love juice that seeped down and dampened her
panties back between her legs.

  John brought his hand to her cheek again, pulling her lips to
his. This time his tongue was more insistent, demanding a
response from her.  She pressed herself into his chest, and her
tongue came out to meet his between their partially open lips. 
If Holly's dress top had been open then, you could have seen the
reddish glow of passion suffuse her breast buds and her chest
growing warm and red up into her neck.

  As they kissed, John let his free hand drop to her bare knees,
just below the slightly pulled up hem of her dress.  As he held
the kiss, he ran that hand slowly up her thigh, taking the hem up
with his wrist.  While his hand was on the outside of her thigh,
Holly kept her legs together.  Half way up, he reversed his hand,
brought it to her knee again, then it started back up between her
legs. As the hand advanced, Holly spread her legs apart before
it.  This time the hand slid smoothly up the inside of her thigh
to her panties, and then over the wide pantry covered space
between her legs.  He found the indentation of her crease, and
followed it down to the dampness of her secretions.  That seemed
to satisfy him, and his hand retreated back down the smooth
inside thigh to her knee.  Her dress hem stayed crumpled up just
below her hips, showing almost all her pretty legs and milky
white thighs.

  The kiss was broken, and John pulled his head back and brought
his hand up to his nose to smell the slight essence of Holly on
his finger tips.  He smiled.   She smelled fresh and sweet.  The
free hand dropped to her chest, and rubbed over the small
swellings of nipple under the thin material.  But even that was
too much for him, he clasped her outer arm to hold her close, and
explored the back of her dress with his other hand.  He found the
zipper and pulled it down.  The top loosened and spread out to
the edge of her shoulders. John loosened his grip and Holly sat
up so they together could strip her dress off her shoulders and
arms to bunch it up around her middle.

  Holly's shoulders and chest were now exposed.  John pulled her
close again with the arm around her back, and his free hand took
liberties with her swollen little starts of breasts.  Just the
right size for a thumb and three fingers to hold and gently
squeeze and pull.  His little finger curled out like a lady
holding a dainty tea cup.  He alternated these little pinches and
squeezes with a gentle rub of open palm over the little nubs as
they strained against his warm, soft palm.

  John was a little surprised at the flush on Holly's chest that
showed her reaction to his sexual advances.  Surprised and
pleased.  He could tell that aside from her sexual instruction
that  Bob had told him about that Holly was quite an innocent
little girl.  He had paid to break in a couple of girls for Bob,
and had done more breaking in on his own.  He had money, and he
spent it for things he enjoyed.  He enjoyed sweet little preteen
blondes.  This one was interesting and exciting.

  To get to Holly's breasts with his mouth, John had to lean her
back on the pile of pillows, and lean over her supine body.  He
sucked each swollen nipple and licked her fair chest.  He kissed
up her neck, and her lips, while his hand worked the dress down
over her hips, and off over her legs. Then he slid his hand down
inside her panties, as she pulled in her tummy.

  John felt the rise of her Mons, and the start of her cleft with
a probing middle finger.  It moved over her clit, to a small
startle and a gasp from Holly.  He picked up some lube between
her lower lips, and as his tongue went into her mouth, his finger
tested her virginity down below.  Finding the hymen still intact,
and blocking his intrusion, The finger returned to her clitoris,
and started a slow, rotating massage.  The little flap of skin
responded by engorging itself and erecting under his finger
manipulation.  Holly moaned into his mouth.  Her fire had started
to spread out from her belly.

  He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and Holly moaned and
bucked her hips in response to the overload of stimulation.  John
had a very talented finger working on her clit, and it was not
long until she was on the brink of an orgasm.  That is where John
expertly kept her for the next five minutes, which seemed much
longer to Holly as she strained to make it.  Finally, she
whimpered in frustration.  She had been chasing his finger around
with her hips, but could not get contact right where she needed
it.  Finally she had to stop and rest for a moment.

  That is when John picked her up with a hand under her shoulders
and one under her knees, and he carried the girl into the
bedroom, and deposited her in the middle of the sheets.  He bent
over and stripped her panties off, then stood and admired her
body as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off.  He had to
stop undressing once, to stop Holly from using her own hands to
finish herself off.

  “No, Holly.  I have better things in store for you.  Wait for
me, sweetheart.”

  Holly moaned again, but she rolled her head to the side and
watched him undress.  I should be cleaning him, she thought, but
she did not move.

  When he was naked, he crawled between her wide spread legs.  On
his knees, sitting on his feet, he pulled her down to his crotch,
putting her legs on either side of his hips with her knees up
over his thighs.  This opened her cleft, and he rubbed the tip of
his erect penis through her cleft from the perineum to the
clitoris. The head of his penis picked up her slick juice, and it
opened her slit so it could rest against her vaginal opening.

  John leaned slightly forward to put a hand on each of Holly's
shoulders and clasped them to prevent her escape.  “Hold onto my
arms, Holly”

  As Holly did it, she asked, “what are you going to do, Jo... 
Ow!

  John had already done it!  He had thrust his penis through the
thin hymen and into Holly's tight sheath. He rested there a
moment, and then pushed on into her until his pubic bone was
pushing against her clitoris.  The slight pang of her hymen
stretching and then tearing had been tempered by the fullness of
her vagina, like it had never been full before.  The base of his
penis, and the hard mound just above it was now pressing just the
right spot on her clitoris.  Pain and pleasure balanced out, with
pleasure gaining by the second.

  “Ooh!  Mmm.”  Holly felt the fire starting to spread from the
bottom of her tummy once again.  She raised her head and looked
down over her chest and tummy at the same spot John 's gaze was
fixed upon.  His dark pubic hair was right up against her lips
and mound.  That thing that had been hanging out, the thing that
she hadn't even had a chance to clean was inside her!  Wasn't it?
 Yes,it was.

  As she watched, he slowly pulled the slick, shiny member almost
all the way out, and slowly pushed it fully back into her body
again.  As it went all the way in, “Unh!”  John grunted.

  “Aah!”  Holly breathed.  The little muscles surrounding her
vagina were busy adjusting to the intruding member, muscles Holly
had no voluntary control over.  But it was like fingers of little
hands massaging all of his cock at once.  John held himself still
to enjoy the sensation.

  Holly laid her head back and looked up and met John's eyes
which now were looking into hers.

  “Are you alright, Holly?”

  “Yes...  Can you do that again?”

  “This?”  John slowly pulled out, and pushed it all back in
again.

  “Mm, Yes!”  Holly rolled her hips just a bit.

  John repeated his action, again and again.

  Holly found she was still clutching his arms, and by using that
grip, and the leverage her thighs pressing on his hard thighs
gave her, she could control her sensations somewhat.  Her lower
legs and heels moved up toward his ass cheeeks and she pulled him
into her on his in stroke, as she tried to increase the tempo.

  John was more used to little girls fighting him and crying and
screaming out at this phase of the game, so Holly was really a
pleasant surprise to him.  He began to fuck into her faster and
harder.

  He found the position was cramping his legs, so he stopped for
a moment, removed Holly’s hands from his arms, and captured her
legs with her heel up by each of his shoulders.  This bent
Holly's body up to a better angle for him to penetrate her, and
freed him to brace his outstretched arms on either side of her
body.

  Holly lost some of her clitoral sensation, and all of her hip
control, but his cock head rubbing the spongy mass of her “G”
spot on each stroke more than made up for it in overall
sensation. Holly began to reach for that climax again.

  So did John.  The friction of his slippery cock in her tight
vagina was bringing him to heights of passion he rarely reached
with a young virgin.  When Holly began to mewl with little cat
cries as she reached her orgasm, he was only a mere two strokes
behind her, and he freed her legs to let them slip down his sides
as he emptied his cum into her quivering body.  He let himself
down onto her body, and found her lips with his.  After a bit,
she responded to his gentle kiss.  Then he rolled off her onto
his side, and gathered her into his arms.  They relaxed as their
spasms passed, and Holly snored softly after a minute.

  John smiled to himself and closed his eyes and cuddled the
little body while he rested.

  A few minuter later, Holly missed the warm body and reached out
for it, then her eyes flew open.  John was coming out of the
bathroom with a couple of wash rags and small towels.  He sat on
the edge of the bed.  “Hello, sleepyhead.”

  Holly watched as he started to wash his penis, now small and
floppy.  “I'm supposed to do that.”  She said as she got up on an
elbow.

  “Alright,” John said.  “You do me and I'll do you...  You
first.”

  He took a warm damp rag and cleaned all the cum streaked with
blood from between the little girl's thighs.  When she was clean
enough to suit him, Holly took the other rag, and went into the
bathroom to get it warm again, then she knelt between John's legs
as he sat on the bed and washed her blood and his cum off his
cock and balls and pubic hair.  When she finished, he was half
hard from her manipulation of his organ.

  Holly clasped it in her hand and jacked it a few strokes as she
looked up at him.  Seeing the desire and consent in his eyes, she
lowered her lips to it and took it in.  All the way in.  John
gasped, and braced himself with his arms.  Holly licked and
sucked him to full erectness. John moaned and groaned and grunted
out his passion, as Holly gave him her best effort.  When he was
almost there, he pulled her up to kiss her lips and hoisted her
to sit on his thighs facing him.

  Without too much trouble, his saliva slick cock slipped between
her wet lips and into her vagina.  With a hand on each of her
nether cheeks bouncing her on his cock, he brought them both to a
quick, hot orgasm.

  This time when they came down a little he picked the girl up
without disengaging and carried her into the bathroom, and turned
the shower on.  That revived Holly enough so she was able to
stand, and be washed off by her lover, and then she insisted on
helping him wash.

  After Holly got her hair dry with the blower in the bathroom,
they both got dressed.

  Back in Bob Brown's office, John pulled a wad of bills out of
his pocket, peeled off several and gave them to Bob, then peeled
off another and handed it to Holly with a quick kiss on her
cheek, and left.

  “Thank you John,” Holly called after him.

  “Well Holly, he must have liked you.  You earned enough today
to pay back all your advance, and you are three hundred to the
good in your savings account.  Do you want to see your book?”

  “No thanks.”  Holly tried to stifle a yawn.  She was suddenly
very tired, and yes, a little sore.  She winced as she took a
step.

  Bob Brown noticed her little grimace.  “Here, Holly.  Some
cream that will help ease your pain.  Go behind the screen and
use some now, and take the rest home.  You did a good job today.”

  Holly did as he said and then headed for home.  When she was
outside she opened her hand and looked at the money.  A hundred
dollar bill! She clutched it tightly in her hand all the way
home.

  After supper dishes were done, and the younger kids were in
bed, Holly went and sat on her daddy's lap as he was watching the
news. She caught a glimpse of a man's picture and gasped in
surprise. There was John, with a pretty dark haired woman on his
arm, stepping from a stretch Limo.  The commentator said: “Sheik
Hassan and wife and two daughters are in the U.S. on a business
and pleasure visit.”  Two lovely dark haired girls got out of the
car, all dressed in the latest fashion. One looked to be her age,
the other older.

  Holly studied the girls carefully.  “Why would he want little
blonde girls?”  She wondered aloud.

  “Hmm?”  Her daddy said.  He wasn't paying attention because he
had noticed Holly smelled different.  Actually it was the soap
and shampoo in the apartment, but he thought Holly had just
bought something new.  Daddy held her as they watched a half hour
of news, then Holly yawned.

  Daddy kissed her on the neck.  “Better go to bed, Hon.  School
tomorrow.”

  Holly surprised him by turning in his arms, and hugging him
tight and kissing him warm and hard on the lips.  “I love you
Daddy.”  Then she got up and went to bed.

  Phil frowned.  He noticed the small stirring of desire in his
loins as he recalled the warm weight of his daughter, her good
clean, more adult smell, and that warm, rather long goodnight
kiss.  Had he felt the slightest hint of a hot little tongue on
his lips?

End of part two.

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