90210 Donna Likes Mr. Walsh
Mr. Walsh hated having to pick the girls up from pep
squad. Especially on Saturday afternoons when he pre-
ferred to be out golfing with his buddies. But he’d
promised his wife he would do it, so here he was back
after only nine holes. It was even more annoying because
Brenda was old enough to drive but due to some recent
heavy partying they had taken her license away – Cindy’s
decision, not his.
Waiting in front of the school was Brenda, his daughter,
and her friend Donna. Mr. Walsh noted that girls today
dressed quite a bit more snugly than they had when he
was young. Both of them were wearing form-fitting tops
and very tight shorts. He pulled up to the curb and
Brenda came around to his side, tapping on the window.
“Hi dad,” she said. “I’m gonna stick around and help
Kelly with a yearbook project, if that’s okay.”
“Bren, why didn’t you call my cell phone,” he
complained.
“I did. The operator said it was off.”
Mr. Walsh glanced at the phone and noticed it was in
fact unplugged. “True. Kelly will drive you home?”
“Yeah. Can you take Donna home, though?”
“Sure,” he said reluctantly and his daughter signaled
for her friend to get in the car. The passenger door
opened and Mr. Walsh caught sight of the young girl’s
long muscular legs. It looked so much smoother and
firmer than Cindy’s did. Like hers had in college. Donna
said hello and he nodded.
“You’re the best, dad,” Brenda said, kissing his cheek
and rushing away. He yelled good-bye and she waved back.
As they pulled away from the curb, Mr. Walsh decided to
make small talk, even though he knew the girl was not
that quick. They talked for awhile as he drove, his eyes
roving to her occasionally. “How was pep squad?”
“Great, we learned an incredible new cheer.”
“Really,” he answered, unconcerned.
“It goes like this,” Donna said, before breaking into
her routine. Mr. Walsh noticed all the movement and
glanced over. “Here I’ll do it again cause you weren’t
watching,” she said.
Mr. Walsh watched more closely, his eyes transfixed on
the girls firm bosom as it shook wildly. God, he wanted
to touch them so badly. Cindy was so small and this girl
was nothing huge but in comparison… “Look out, Mr.
Walsh!”
He looked back to the road, having been distracted by
the girl’s undulations. An older couple was crossing a
residential street in front of his car. He slammed on
the brakes, his right arm flying out instinctively to
protect his occupant.
The car sk**ded to a halt safely away from the couple
and Donna fell right into his open palm. She had taken
off her seat-belt to do the cheer. He glanced over,
pulling his hand back quickly, though not wanting to
release the girl’s solid tit.
They’re implants he thought, as he apologized.
“That’s okay,” Donna said. She looked at him more
closely as they started moving again. “You’ve got strong
hands. My boyfriend, David, is kind of weak, his hands
are small and soft. Yours though…”
She took his hand in hers, her tiny fingers fondling his
palm. Mr. Walsh felt a sudden rush in his lower abdomen.
“Very strong hands,” she repeated, dropping his hand
onto her smooth thigh.
“How are you and David,” Mr. Walsh asked, his hand
slowly rubbing her leg. She put it there, he thought.
“Okay. He’s just seems so juvenile. He doesn’t do
special things for me anymore.”
“I know how that goes, Cindy doesn’t either,” he said,
his hand having slid to her inner thigh, his erection
growing. He glanced down, noting it was obvious.
“Things like what?” she asked, parting her legs some.
Mr. Walsh took the cue, pushing in. “Things with her
mouth.”
“The same with, David,” she commented as he pulled into
her long driveway. He stopped in front of her house, the
car hidden from street view.
“Maybe we can do those things for them,” he suggested.
“Some time maybe?”
Donna responded by leaning over and unzipping Mr.
Walsh’s pants. Her hands easily freed his straining
erection and she stated, “It’s so much bigger than his.”
“Huh,” he said simply, his spine tingling as her small
soft hands traveled the length of his cock. As her thick
lips descended on his dick he remembered something,
“What about your parents?”
“Gone for the weekend,” she said before licking the pre-
come off the tip of his head. Minutes later the little
blonde head was bobbing up and down on his stiff piece
of flesh.
Mr. Walsh mumbled his approval, his head reeling
backward as she sucked him like a pro. The girl was a
human vacuum. She would occasionally pull away, saliva
still connecting her lips to his throbbing member, and
her hands would rock his dick. Other times she’d stop
and just milk his head with her lips and tongue.
Responding, he pulled her tight shirt forward, noting
she wasn’t wearing a bra. Running his right hand around
her thin soft frame, he fondled her large breasts. Donna
groaned, as his thumbs played with her erect nipples.
Just feeling the weight and texture of her soft young
skin did it for him. “Ugh, I’m cumming.”
She yanked her face away and her hands wrapped around
his jerking dick. White goo flew from him in agonizingly
long hard streaks. He moaned loudly as the cum sprayed
up and landed on his steering wheel, and some hit his
golf shirt. Most ended up pooling around her hand and on
his pants though. When he was through, she pulled her
hand away, licking it.
Mr. Walsh looked at Donna approvingly. Her short blonde
hair was disheveled and her top was up to her armpits,
firm implants sticking out, nipples erect. She was on
her knees in the BMW. She grinned wildly at him.
“Look at this mess,” he said. Yanking off her shirt, she
wiped the steering wheel and dashboard. Without thinking
he began rubbing her hard tits, his mouth falling to the
nipples. Donna cooed her approval falling back onto her
side, him on top, suckling. Finally she pushed him back
suggesting they go inside.
“Why not out here,” he asked, his heart lusting to lick
every portion of her body.
“We can throw your pants in the washing machine. Sorry I
don’t swallow.”
“It’s okay,” he said, opening the door and climbing out.
He noticed how she leapt from the car topless and ran to
the door. If anyone saw her in that jaunt they got a
treat he thought.
END