Charity ball

The evening was slowly flowing a few meters away from me. I couldn't become a part of it, nor did I want to. The hour hand was approaching twelve. I decided for myself that I would try to erase today from my memory and, after downing a glass in one gulp, headed for the exit. In front of me, blocking my way, appeared a slender female silhouette.

"Seven..." she said, not loudly, and somewhat timidly, perhaps even shyly, averted her gaze.

"What?" I stopped and inquired.

"Seven whiskeys."

"Seven whiskeys what?" The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, forming a smile.

"I was counting. You were standing so alone to the side, looking at

the people around you and drinking glass after glass. I counted them. Seven."

The girl was dressed in an evening gown that accentuated her figure. Height about 170 cm. Light, straight hair. I wouldn't have given her more than eighteen years old. Still just a kid.

The desire to go home quietly disappeared.

"So you were watching me? What's your name?" I politely inquired.

"L..." After a short pause, she gathered herself to answer, when suddenly two more figures emerged from somewhere in the merry crowd.

"Lola! There you are, your father and I have been looking everywhere for you!"

"Mom... I was here, we were talking with..." At that moment, Lola hesitated because she didn't know my name.

"Elliot Lee," I introduced myself with a smile and shook her father's hand.

Lola's parents also introduced themselves, but I didn't remember their names. They told their daughter they were going to step outside and then left.

"Actually, he's not my real father," Lola said timidly, as if justifying herself. "Stepfather. My real one left when I was still a child."

I didn't say anything, just gave her a sweet smile.

"He's in real estate construction, and we attend events like this every year. What do you do?" Lola's shyness was very noticeable; she was trying to start a conversation. I also felt some awkwardness, but only because of the age difference.

"I'm a writer..." I answered her briefly. I don't like it when the conversation turns to my work. People think it's incredibly interesting. But no one has any idea how much work it is.

"A writer? You must be very successful to be here."

Ah, if only. The last story I wrote has been listed as 'new' on my website for who knows how long. And the reader has probably already accepted that Elliot Lee has deflated like a balloon blown up a week ago.

A waiter passed by with a tray in his hands. I managed to snag a glass of whiskey. Took a sip.

Lola smiled at me and added:

"Eight..."

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The room we found had a huge double bed. The lighting was adjustable, and I set it to dim.

"Actually, Mom and my stepfather have pretty strict views and don't allow me to drink..." Lola had only downed a few glasses of champagne, but she was already barely standing on her feet and her speech was slurred.

Pressing against my chest, she somehow managed to lose her balance and started to fall, pushing me. We landed right on the bed. And at that same moment, our lips met in a kiss.

"They don't allow me to do this either..." she whispered and joined her lips to mine again. Her nimble tongue actively explored my mouth.

I don't know if I would have allowed this if it weren't for the whiskey... but my hands my hands had already lifted her dress and two tender, small buttocks settled comfortably in my palms. With my fingers, I feel the pattern of her panties. Lola continues to kiss me. It's become too tight in my pants. So much so that it's uncomfortable. With my left hand, I unbutton them... and my penis literally jumps out of my trousers. Lola freezes for a couple of seconds and immediately starts to get up off me.

Idiot. How could I do something so stupid. For a moment, I felt like an old, horny pervert. I was already prepared for her to hurriedly leave now. And in a couple of minutes, her mother, together with her elderly beau, would make a scene. And tomorrow, the news would feature an exciting article about middle-aged writer Elliot Lee, who likes young girls. What an idiot you are...

The turbulent stream of thoughts was interrupted in an instant. When I felt the gentle touch of a girl's lips on the head of my cock. The gentle and very tender lips of eighteen-year-old girl Lola. With a loud exhale, I fell back onto the pillow. I felt every touch. How she wraps her lips around the penis, how she licks the head inside her mouth. Every movement is very gentle and careful, as if she's afraid of hurting me. With one hand, she takes the penis in the middle and begins to slowly move it back and forth. How pleasant this is...

I can't take it. I take Lola's head in my rough hands and forcefully impale her on myself once. Her hand, which she was using to masturbate me, clenches. I hear a drawn-out squeak. And after a few seconds, I let her go. She pulls back slightly and looks at me with frightened eyes. And almost instantly, the fright changes to a guilty look. She seems ashamed that she couldn't take it all in her mouth.

I'm no longer in control of myself. The situation takes hold of me. I take her by the shoulders and stand her on her feet. I stand next to her. I begin to slowly take her dress off. Underneath — black lace lingerie. She deftly removes her bra. Underneath are two small, beautiful breasts with erect nipples.

I get down on my knees. Kiss her stomach, her legs. She is entirely and completely like this... untouched. Unspoiled by time. I unceremoniously take and pull off her panties. My gaze is presented with her wonderful, beautiful pussy. Without a single hair. I can't wait any longer — I start licking her. Lola's breathing becomes several times louder. She lifts one leg and places it on the bed. Now I can penetrate with my tongue wherever I want. And I penetrate. I do practically everything I want to do.

I get up, pick Lola up in my arms, and lay her on the bed. A bit roughly, I grab her legs and spread them apart as far as her physiology allows. And again, I bury my lips. I lick everything there. With my hands, I slightly spread her buttocks and run my tongue along the narrow, light hole.

Judging by Lola's breathing — if I don't stop, the game will end prematurely. I finally rise to her and kiss her on the lips. She hugs me with one arm and strokes my head with the other.

I settle comfortably on top of her. Take my penis in one hand and guide it inside Lola.

"No! Stop!" she suddenly shouts and pushes me away, backing up. "I can't! I... I..."

"What's wrong?" I inquire. The passion that was raging here seemed to also stop and freeze in bewilderment.

"I can't, I mustn't. I'm... a virgin..." Her gaze became guilty again. Damn, that's a turn-on. A serious turn-on.

"What? But..." I can't find the words. What to say? Maybe I should just get dressed, leave...

"But..." Lola reached out her hand and took my penis in her palm. "I know a way out. We... we used to do this with the guys from college... oh, it seems I'm talking nonsense..."

Don't worry, girl. It's just the champagne. Right now, I'm more interested in what you want to suggest.

Lola crawled towards me... or rather, under me. Took my head and pulled me towards her. Her lips were next to my ear.

"Be gentle with me," she whispered. With the hand that was holding my penis, she ran it between her labia and... directed it a little lower.

Little pervert! Passion surged in a new wave. Lola decided to gift me her small, neat ass this wonderful evening. Silly girl... don't you know it won't work like that.

I lifted myself up... gathered more saliva and spat into my hand. Lubricating the head of my penis, I pressed it

against the ass of today's passion. Lola threw her arms back and clenched the pillow in her fists. Slowly but persistently, I began to sink into her.

My member has always been a bit larger than the average standard. A bit longer, a bit thicker. And Lola... she was such a fragile and tender girl that it seemed like what was happening here was just a wild fantasy of my horny imagination. But no. Everything happening is absolutely real.

I'm already halfway in. The tight ring of her ass tightly squeezes me. I peer into her face... and clearly see pleasure and, in places, a bit of pain. I know, due to the insane tension, this beautiful girl won't be able to endure for long. Honestly, I could unload the entire clip right now. All it would take is a couple of thrusting movements inside Lola.

But I didn't expect our act to end so quickly.

Someone knocked on the door, which I had prudently locked.

"Lola, are you in there?" came the voice of her mother. What the hell? That's all we needed.

At that moment, Lola's ass clenched even tighter, and she, pushing me away, began to rush around the room in a hurry.

It was like a slap that brings you to your senses. I looked around in confusion, trying to understand what was happening.

"Lola!?" her mother continued to yell.

"Get dressed! Get dressed!" Lola whispered-shouted at me, having transformed in an instant from a modest, tender, and affectionate girl into a frightened child rushing around the room.

I started pulling on my trousers, "stuffing" my erect penis into them.

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Acting is what I did best. Clicking the lock, I opened the door and stared at Lola's mother with an incredibly sleepy, bewildered look.

"Oh, it's you! What are you doing here?!" she asked me with distrust. The smell of alcohol reached me. Mother was as drunk as everyone around.

"I... umm... I don't remember. I remember drinking a couple more whiskeys, then I wanted to sleep and came here. Oh... what time is it?" I am the epitome of nonchalance.

"You don't know where Lola has gone? I've looked everywhere for her, we need to leave, but she's nowhere..." The woman suddenly fell silent. Her gaze stopped on my trousers. What is it?

I looked down in surprise. The trousers were buttoned, the shirt tucked in... but even through the fabric, my penis was visibly straining and protruding with all its might. Oh shit...

"Elliot... that's your name, I think?" she asked in a calmer voice.

"Umm... that's right," I replied.

"It seems you have a... hmm... how to put it... situation here..."

Yes, we sure have a situation here!

The woman took a step forward, entering the room. And closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" I ask her, picturing Lola lying under the bed in my mind.

"I don't think, Elliot, that a man should deal with such things on his own." What the hell? Is she hitting on me? "My husband... he's old and has no needs. Because of that, I have a lot of energy left, which I would gladly 'sacrifice' to help satisfy your desires."

Her hand, unnoticed by me, landed on the button of my trousers. I hadn't had time to put on my belt or underwear. The button popped open, and the trousers fell down. The woman's gaze was presented with my penis, sticking straight out at her.

"Oh..." escaped her lips.

I began to forget about what had happened here a few minutes ago. Emotions took over my consciousness the moment the woman got down on her knees.

"Must be the champagne..." she said.

It runs in the family, I thought and smiled. She unceremoniously plunged the penis into her mouth and began energetically sucking on it, helping herself with her hand. It was clear that, unlike her daughter, she definitely had experience in such things.

I stood there thinking that, despite the blood relation... there was such a huge difference between these two individuals. Tenderness and assertiveness. Modesty and unceremoniousness.

"Do you have a condom?" she suddenly inquired.

I shook my head negatively.

"A pity..." came from below, and she set about working on my penis again.

I was about to suggest a solution to this problem to her, using her daughter's method. That would have been really bold... But a wave of orgasm washed over me completely unexpectedly. I didn't even have time to understand anything.

I took a step back and fell onto the bed.

Lola's mother got to her feet. Without saying a word, she left the room, slamming the door behind her. Closing my eyes and spreading my arms, I began to slowly sink into sleep.

Somewhere in the distance, about five minutes later, I heard Lola scrambling out from under the bed. She didn't say anything to me. Like her mother — she silently opened the door and left.

I stayed here until morning. Fortunately, no one else showed up in this room. And in the morning, I finally went home.