Thanks for giving this a read. It's my first story but you can expect more of this type. As the stories grow, you'll see new inhabitants of Sunnydale High School, as well as some returning ones! I'd love to hear from both regular fans and fellow writers. I enjoy talking about new ideas for scenarios and characters. I'll even entertain requests! Drop me a line at j.shep800@gmail.com

Right To Your Door
by jshep (j.shep800@gmail.com)

It was another perfect Saturday day in the town of Sunnydale. There were only whisps of white clouds in the sky, leaving the bright sun to shine down on the well laid out neighborhood of one family houses, green lawns, wide driveways, and roomy cul-de-sacs.

The residents were out for a variety of reasons. Either they were filling the park fields for some recreation or attending to outside chores for leisure. One group this afternoon had a different goal; solicitation. And it was this goal that the girl walking up to 17 Elm Lane had in mind.

As her sneaker clad feet strode up the cobblestone path she gave herself the same quick primp she had done before each home. She ran her hand through her hair to give her bright blonde locks plenty of volume, and hen a tug at her clothing to straighten it out. The navy polo shirt and blue plaid tartan skirt she wore weren't part of her schools uniform as the public high school she attended had none. Rather, the foreign exchange student just felt more comfortable in the primary school uniform of her native London. The two pieces of clothing may have been a year old, but they still fit her 5"6 body. And although the polo hung a but loose it still fit snug on her full B cup chest.

The last few weekends had given her some good experience to help drive her sales. She knew the right kind of attitude to take with the different types of people she would meet. She knew how to appeal to the soccer moms and the right amount of flirting to get away with when a man answered. Those last types of sales worked out best as she had nearly perfected how to tease just enough to get a good sale without looking too obvious.

Sometimes, she thought to herself, she probably didn't even have to resort to those tricks. After all, underneath her polo the band of her skirt was rolled up some, bringing the limits of the fabric to rest slightly above her fingertips, and if a look at the lightly tanned skin of her thin legs didn't work, the bright smile on her eager face would.

She knocked on the door, and a few moments later was met by both the house's occupant and a surprise. The surprise being how hunky the occupant was. She had to try hard to flirt with some of the less desirable men, but with this guy, flirting was going to be very, very easy.

She gave a nice smile before starting with her practiced "Hello Sir, I'm Katherine, a student at Sunnydale High School. We've started an effort to pay for our school trip. We hope to travel to Los Angeles at the end of the school year and in order to help with the cost, we students are selling made-to-order baked goods door to door. Would you be interested?" As she had started to speak she saw his eyes widen a touch, then see him smile slightly. It was because the accent surprised him and he liked it. Boys love the accent

She fell back into her smile as she awaiting his response, looking him over without gawking too much. It was hard for her to keep her eyes in one place, however, there was a lot for her to see. He was her perfect height, around 6 foot. Had to be in his mid, maybe late 20s. Obviously he wasnt expecting company, as he was casually dressed in black sweat pants and a tab ribbed tank top. He had a handsome face with short, and at the moment slightly tussled, brown hair. Above all, it was his green eyes that kept her looking up at him.

"Sure I would, good cause right?"

"I think so, but I'm not quite impartial on the matter." She giggled, the response she thought was appropriate to the statement.

"Of course, of course. So they've got you guys hitting the streets then, how are sales?" he inquires. This threw her off guard for a moment. She was used to people asking about the quality of the food, or prices, but nobody had asked a regular general question like this.

"Oh! Oh it's good. I mean, we have a long way to go, it won't be done in one weekend of course. I can only speak for myself, but I think we'll hit our goal," she responds with a less practiced and more natural voice. This time the smile she gives was an honest one.

"Good to hear. Well I'll help out, of course. I'd be a huge ass if I asked that question then told you I didn't want anything"

The girls eyes narrowed as she heard her opening. "Sir you neither are, or posess, a huge ass," she responds, delivering the line in a very British way

The stranger turns a bit, angling his backside to her. It was true that he didn't have a big butt, of course, but this gave her the opportunity to look him over some more. The sweats and tank were nothing special, but the thin fabric hung nicely on his body, it looked like he had a toned frame under it. She was starting to get an itch to see more.

"Well no, but I'll have to watch myself on the baked goods to keep it like that."

"Oh sir you dont have to worry about that, at least you don't look like it," she complimented and meant it.

"Thanks. I can't get lazy about, though. I mean, I'm not a workout fiend, but I have to put a little work in." With that statement he turns to her and lifts up the front of his shirt a little bit. Katherine looks down and fixes her gaze on his defined midsection. He's no Mr Olympia, but it's quite fine with her. There's still a fine outline of a six pack. She smiles at the toned abdominal muscles.

"And I see I've been having a good result on it too, he says to the staring girl. 

It takes her brain a moment too long to process his statement and when she realizes he's referring to her approving stare, she horrified. She plans on scampering away, but thinks that since he was bold enough to show her, maybe she should be bold enough to stick around. She looks up at him.

"Well...yes.  But I think you knew that even before you decided to test it by flashing a stranger like me"

"And I hope you didn't mind it. It wouldn't be any more than you'd see on the beach, so why be shy?" he shrugs, "I had to gamble"

Her light pink lips curl into a smile, "Gamble successful, Sir"

"Well then if that's the case, maybe we can skip the "Sir". It makes me sound old, and I'd like to think I'm not that old"

"Not *too* old, no," she replies, as the tension really begins to build. Its a feeling that both sides recognize

They exchange handshakes. He takes her hand gently but firmly, looking into her baby blues with a smile so handsome it could melt the panties under her dark tartan skirt.

"Jack Bennett"
"Katherine Ann Willoby"

"Well Miss Willoby, is this the part where I place my order and we finish our business?" he asks, a bit hypothetically.

Her leg bends forward, exposing more skin as she gives a hopeful sounding reply. "It doesn't have to be, Jack"

"I'd invite you in but I'm sure they warned you about going into strangers houses all alone"

"They did. A dreadfully boring speech. Can I come in and tell you all about it?"

Jack chuckles at her straight delivery, then he steps aside to allow her access into his home. She steps past him and looks around. His place has a few tell-tale signs of singledom, but nothing crude like a playboy magazine laying around. In fact. She's impressed at the general look at the house. For a "bachelor pad" it's neat and clean, the furnature nice and the color scheme pleasing. It looks more like a lived-in home than an apartment with some furniture laying around. All in all she feels rather comfortable in the strangers house.

She steps into the open doorway of a den. Wall to wall carpet under plush sofas that surround a sturdy looking coffee table. A large flat tv screen on the wall. She turns as she hears the door click shut, and as they make eye contact she points into the room. "In here?"

"Yes" He responds and follows behind her, his eyes scanning up and down her young body. Her young age regardless, he finds himself wishing that her polo was a bit tighter and he could see what kind of curves she's packing. He's a little too lost in his thoughts and when she pivots on her sneaker-clad feet and he's caught looking.

"Everything ok, Jack?" she asks. It's not a serious of course, but she wants him talking to see how into this game he is.

"Oh, um, well the day just got a bit better, what with my guest offering deserts and all," he answers, deciding to play it off and ignore her catch.

"Oh so now you'll be eating the sweets? And what of that strict diet of yours?" Katherine reaches the sofa and turns. She stands with her back to it and watches the older man approach. 


"I think I can afford a few brownies, don't you?"

"Probably. But I didn't get a very good look at your physique. Perhaps I can see some more and make a more accurate decision?" She bits her lip, worried she went a bit too far, but wanting this to happen. If anything, she made sure to ask very proper, very British. If this gets embarrassing she can hide behind that.

In response Jack smiles and, arriving in front of her, peels the tank top off his body and deposits it on the table next to the two of them. The young girls eyes are fixed on the defined abs and pecs of the bare, sparsely haired, torso in front of her.

She lifts her hand up, running her soft fingertips down the center of his chest. "Ohhhh Jack this is nice. You've quite a figure on you. It'd take a lot of brownies to ruin it," she's says before looking up and adding, "you're really fucking hot."

Jack reaches down and gives a light tug on the bottom of her polo. "how about taking this off and returning the favor?"

She does as asked, and removes her top, depositing it next to his discarded shirt. Jack looks down at the lacy powder blue bra restraining her breasts, when he sees her hands curl up to straps. "As you said before, Jack, no time to be shy."

Katherine undoes the strap and lets the bra slide down her arms. She tosses it into the growing pile of their clothing. She brushes her light blonde hair behind her shoulders, and puffs her chest out some. Her breasts are beautiful globes the same lightly tanned color as the rest of her skin. Her brown nipples are hardly more than just the nips themselves. Barely any areola. The nipples sitting in the middle of her impossibly perky tits. The incredibly elasticity of her seventeen year old body keeping them high up on her chest, raising them above her toned stomach and the now exposed swell of her hips.

It is the hips Jack sees last, but it is the hips that make him certain he will have sex with her. Her face is young and pretty, her breasts are the perky flesh of adolescence, but her hips are beginning to swell wide with hdr growing womanhood.

He reaches to her chest now, each breast is cupped and groped and fondled by a strong hand. His face lowers and their mouths meet, followed shortly by their tongues. As she kicks her sneakers off, Katherine's tiny hand reaches down and squeezes his shaft though his sweatpants, feeding his growing erection.

She can already feel his size, and she grows wetter in anticipation. The boyfriends she's had have been adequate, but Katherine still touched herself at night to the thought of what a grown man may be packing. As Jack pushes her back onto the couch, she is about to find out.

She curls her legs up under her, kneeling on the couch as he slides his hand in the waist band of his sweatpants and pushes them down. Jack is fully erect, his 7 1/2 inch rod springing straight up. The veiny shaft rising from a nicely trimmed patch of pubic hair. He steps forward as she leans in. Her hand wraps around the base of the shaft as, with little ceremony, she slides the circumcised tip between her pink lips.

He looks down at her head as it begins to bob back and forth. Young but not inexperienced, she massages his dick with her tongue. Her rythym begins to pick up, as do the sounds. 


"Ohhhh fuck that feels so good"
"Mmm mmmm mmmm"
*slurp* *slurp*

His fingers run through her blonde hair, cradling the head as it moves back and forth. She adjusts her head, looking up to make eye contact and knowing he'll love it.

The sight of her pretty face looking up while she fellates him brings him a little too close to the edge. His hips jerk and push his rod a little too far into the teen's throat. She pulls back quickly, the thick rope of spit breaking and fall on her chin.

There's a gag, and a wet cough, and the fear that he fucked up and accidentally took it too far. But then young Katherine looks up, her eyes still filled wih lust. She wipes the thick spit on her own wrist, like a fighter using his own gloves to remove blood from a cut lip. Then those lips curl into a naughty smile as she overcomes her minor sex injury

"I can do a lot of things for you, Jack, but I'm afraid deepthroating isn't one of them," the proper English girl tells him.

"It's fine, I didn't mean to anyways. Let's keep going. And maybe get that butt up where I can see it?"

Katherine follows his request and, clad only in the blue tartan skirt and panties under it, flips onto her hands and knees. Jack positions himself at her head as she happily takes his member back into her wet mouth.

As she returns to her oral attention, Jacks gaze travels down her body. He leads over and reaches out, flipping the loose skirt up on her waist and the lazy bikini panties meant to match her discarded bra. He tugs at them a little, trying to push them down.

Katherine surprises him again, her hands appearing down there, taking the panties and pulling them over her butt and down to her knees. She then nimbly slides one leg out, leaving the piece of fabric bunched at her right ankle.

Her hands return back to him. One on his shaft, and the other lightly caressing his balls. She leaves him with a fine view of her behind. Her ass isn't as big as the swell of her hips, but Jack has no problem with that. He was never an ass man, and her small but tight backside will be fine.

His left hand slides down her ass cheeks and curls around to find her bare sex. Pleased at the hairless state it's in, he begins to rub his large middle finger on her already wet slit. It's not much longer until he slides it in, and just slightly longer until he's finger banging the British teen.

Katherine moans around his cock. The thick rod muffling her cries. She's had a number of boys hands between her legs, and although some stumble upon a way to pleasure her, most fumble around. Jack, and his experienced hand, set her nerves on fire from the first touch.

"uhhhhhyesssss!" she calls out, her mouth slipping from his dick as her head lowers and hangs, her hand dropping to support her suspended body when the next wave of pleasure hits her. "uhhhhhhhgod yes oh god!"

"You like that, don't you Katy?" Jack teases, as his slick fingers explore her cunt.

"Yes. God, so much. I want you in me, Jack. Please." 

"Good. This pussy feels too hot to pass up. Scoot forward for me, baby"

Katherine obeys, sliding her legs forward a little. She kneels parallel with the couch, her hands on the plush arm rest. She feels him climb up behind her and so she raises up, twisting her body for a kiss.

"You need to pull out Jack, that's all I ask," the beautiful teenager commands before turning back around and readying herself for him. She arches her back in, turning her pussy out more. He lines up his spit covered rod at her glistening bare hole.

Jack gives a slight push and his cockhead disappears into her body. Her silky wet heat envelopes his member as he works it into her, inch by inch. Sliding back a little, then pushing a little deeper each time. He listens to Katherine's moans for guidance on his progress.

Her arms weaken a little. Her voice bouncing of the soft cushions underneath her as she feels her body adjust to his man-sized dick

"uhhhhhhhoohhhh yes. Yesssss uhhhhhnghhhh"

Jacks hands hold her hips as he looks down to see her slim heart-shaped ass take his thick prick in. He's almost fully inside her, and instead of taking his time for the last few inches, he drives himself in all the way, sheathing his unprotected member inside Katherine's young raw cunt.

"Ahhhh fuck!" She cries out, her hair whipping back as her head lifts. Jack again thinks he might have gone too far until her hears her finish, "Fuck that felt so good! Take me like that!"

He begins to work up his rhythm. Long strokes that finish with an extra little push deep into her.

"uh uh yes yes YES! Oh god yes YES! Oh fuck meeeeEEE!" Her pleas fill the room, each one ending with a high pitched squeal as his balls hit the back of her thighs. Before long her body is moving in time with his. Her hands constantly getting a new grip on the arm rests, giving her the proper leverage to push her wanting body back into him

He reaches down and grabs her bunched up skirt, twisting it in his right hand until it pulls tight on her skin. He holds it like a rein, his other hand reaches out to her shoulder and pulls back.

Responding to his touch she lift her upper body up. Jack then slides around, taking a seated position on the sofa. Her back falls onto his chest, the two of them pressed together. Her legs straddle his thighs, and his cock remains as deep as its ever been. Before she can fully adjust to her new seated reverse cowgirl position Jacks hand grips her waist and his legs begin to show their strength. He begins to bounce his body and hers.

"OHHHHH FUUUUCK YESSSS," Katherine screams out, feeling as if he's lifting her body off his with the force of his cock, and moments later to fall back into his lap, his thick prick stretching out every piece of pink flesh in her seventeen year old pussy.

The two strangers fuck at a frantic rate, both of them cussing and grunting, a light sheen of sweat developing on their beautiful bodies. The young girls head falls back into her partners neck, her perfect tits swinging up and down on her chest until his arms reach around. Each strong hand takes a full tit, fondling the sensitive flesh.

It's all Katherine can take until her body reaches its climax

"Oh Jack. Jack. I'm gonna...I'm gonna...fuck fuck fuck YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS! UUNGHHHHHHH!" Her scream bounce off the walls, her body wracked with the strongest orgasm she's ever experienced in her young life.

It takes every bit of control Jack had to hold off his own orgasm. Every touch, smell, and sound makes his throbbing cock beg for release. However, the blonde teens warning combined with his dicks current location stuck balls deep inside her fertile snatch, made this a very dangerous play.

Instead he turned his head and spoke softly into her ear. "My balls are boiling, Katherine. Where do you want it?"

She raises off of him, eliciting a gasp from both parts after his thick rod slides out of her swollen pink puss. Moving gingerly, she kneels on the carpeted floor. She tosses her hair back behind her shoulders and look up, mouth open, in anticipation of his load.

With that sight below him, it's not long until Jack cums. Wrapping his hand around his wet shaft it's only a few seconds of jerking off until he tenses, aiming his pole at the seventeen year olds willing face.

"Ahhhhhhhohhhhh uhhhhhhh yessssss!!!!" he cries out as his dick twitches in his hand, each time firing off a thick rope of seamen that hits Katherine on her lower face.

Collapsing back into the couch, he views his handiwork. Her little pink tongue, now white with his seed, retreats back into her closing mouth. Her spunk covered cheeks show movement as she swallows his jizm. Below it, one large drop has fallen from her chin, and is slowly travelling around the curve of her right breast.

Her hands her his shirt to wipe with. He holds out his hand and she takes it, helping lift her off the ground. Her weak legs wobble and she slips onto the chair next to him.

Giggling, she confesses, "That isn't a ploy to get a maximum donation from you. In case you wondered"

"If you offered that deal to everyone you'd be so worn out you'd have to crawl from door to door"

"No deals, just an opportunity to do something I wanted to do. And one I'm glad you accepted, Jack"

She smiles at him, a look he returns as he reaches over, already rubbing his hand down her frontside

"And one that I hope isn't good for one time only. Now, when are your parents expecting you home..." 

El Fin

Thanks for giving this a read. It's my first story but you can expect more of this type. As the stories grow, you'll see new inhabitants of Sunnydale High School, as well as some returning ones! I'd love to hear from both regular fans and fellow writers. I enjoy talking about new ideas for scenarios and characters. I'll even entertain requests! Drop me a line at j.shep800@gmail.comt him, a look he returns as he reaches over, already rubbing his hand down her frontside

"And one that I hope isn't good for one time only. Now, when are your parents expecting you home..." 

El Fin

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