1. Old man and Shoolgirls


    Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I was having a quiet coffee at the window seat in the greasy spoon opposite Borchester High School, my regular haunt of a weekday afternoon. The scenery was as interesting as always - there hadn't been a fatwa on skirt lengths for at least a month, and a not inconsiderable length of adolescent thigh was on view. Let me make myself clear; I wasn't waiting to pounce, merely window-shopping. Since my lottery win, I no longer had to work and had a lot of time on my hands. Nevertheless, the simple pleasures of the Jolly Friar café appealed more than San Tropez or Davos. After all, what Mediterranean starlet could compete with your blooming English schoolgirl? To put it in philatelists' terminology, what I was admiring was mint imperforate; for all my wealth, all that was available was used perforated... As I was musing on this theme, two of the former variety came in and ordered Diet Cokes; one blonde and one brunette, and both about sixteen. They were both in dark blue school uniform, the blonde's skirt being short and her friend's even shorter; I reckoned that a teacher would soon notice and that a fatwa would be proclaimed. In the warm weather, both had their jackets open to show crisp white blouses, and it was clear to the casual observer that they were moderately endowed. Still, as the old saying has it, any more than a handful is wasted. Not, alas, that I was going to get my hands anywhere near those. They sat down at the next table in the otherwise empty cafe. This was ...
    odd, as English people usually try to sit as far away from each other as possible. Clearly, I didn't exist in their eyes. I mentally shrugged and resumed my survey of the throng of young femininity issuing forth from the High School. As you can tell, I hadn't paid much notice to these two, but the blonde began raising her voice and haranguing her friend about an ongoing disaster. Her words were even audible over the cafe's nauseating Muzak. I was particularly interested to hear "where on Earth am I going to get six hundred pounds, Fiona?" Up to now, Fiona had restricted herself to sympathetic noises, but now she ventured, "I honestly don't know, Jean. Even MY dad wouldn't give me that much." Clearly six hundred quid was a lot of money to Fiona and Jean, as it would have been to me six months ago; now it was pocket money. When Jean wept, "I'd do ANYTHING for that money", I simply couldn't restrain myself. I leaned over to their table and introduced myself. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help overhearing. You seem to have a problem; is there any way I could help?" Their initial reaction was that of any young girl to an interfering old man; a mixture of loathing and contempt. Then it occurred to them that I just might be a way out of their problem and Fiona, the brunette, answered reluctantly "are you sure you can help". "I'm not sure, but can I join you and see? If it's as drastic as it sounds, we shouldn't be shouting across the room for everyone to hear". As a matter of ...
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