The name of this story has nothing to do with the main characters names. The story is about a 40-something guy having sex with an 18 year old girl(s), so I just took the name "Lolita" from the Nabokov novel.
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-- From the last story
After Dana and Deb gave John the treat of showing up as schoolgirls being sent to the principal's office, John got everything he wanted, including Deb's ass.
When they left they gave the still naked John a big hug. Dana went out the door as Deb hugged him. She grabbed his cock and stared down at it before she left. "I can't believe I got that in my ass."
"You did. And it felt wonderful."
"For me, too. See you later."
And with that, the girls left. John was exhausted. They were, too, and after baths went to bed and slept.
But they discussed if they could top that adventure. Maybe not, but it was worth a try.
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The girls got busy over the next couple of weeks, so John left them alone. There was graduation and the required parties thrown by their parents. John got invited to Dana's graduation party by her mother and attended, but tried to portray himself as just an interested neighbor. He didn't even want to interact with Dana and Deb at the party too much because he was afraid there would be too much familiarity there.
It was the Saturday after graduation that John got another surprise from the inquisitive and feisty young Dana.
John had mowed the yard and taken a shower in the morning and then rested. He was just finishing a late lunch when there was a knock on the back door. John stood to answer it. He was dressed in just a loose pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, but he knew that Dana and Deb had taken to coming to the back door, and they were about the only ones, so he wasn't concerned about his attire.
When John opened the door, there stood Dana in one of those ridiculously skimpy French maid costumes. John stood there and stared. Her skirt was very short and she was wearing thigh high stockings with some kind of design. The bodice was black and very tight. It led up to just below her tits, where they pushed them up to be barely hidden and mostly displayed through an almost transparent frilly white piece that tucked into the bodice. John stared for a few seconds.
"Bonjour, monsieur." Dana batted her fake eyelashes at him and grinned. She curtsied. She was using a fake French accent - well, at least she was trying. "May I come in?"
John grinned and shook his head at this amazingly curious and sexual young woman. "Sure."
Dana pranced by in her not too high heels, shaking her ass and carrying a coat. She must have used that to get over to John's house without making a public spectacle of herself.
When she was in the middle of the kitchen, Dana turned and faced John. John watched as she walked there and admired the firm, strong legs and then the amazingly bouncy tits that came into view. "Je m'appelle Dana. I mean, my name is Dana." She continued with the French accent. John figured she must have been taking it in school since she knew a little. "I have been sent by Madame Bardot to clean ze house."
John smiled. "Well, that's nice."
Dana looked around and saw that there were dishes on the kitchen table from where John had eaten his sandwich. She handed John her coat. "Can you hang this up, s'il vous plait?"
"Sure." John took the coat and put it on the hooks he had just inside the back door. When he turned around, Dana was at the sink washing the dishes. He watched as she worked on the one he had used for lunch and the ones from breakfast. He had not cleaned up yet from this morning. She was rubbing something and it made her hips wiggle back and forth, the little poofy part of the outfit shaking and showing that under it she was wearing her thigh highs and a thong. That left a lot of delectable flesh visible. He felt a stirring.
"Oops. Mon DIeu!" Dana turned around. "I am afraid that I got my blouse wet."
John stared at the now transparent top that covered just her scrumptious breasts where they had been pushed up by the bodice. He walked over.
"That's unfortunate. Do you have another top?"
"Non, monsieur."
"Well, it's not good to wear wet clothes, so we'll just have to remove that part."
"If you insist, monsieur."
John turned her and unbuttoned the three buttons that were all that were on the blouse above the tight bodice. Dana tugged it over her head and the small piece came off. John reached around and grabbed her tits. "Just trying to make sure they warm up."
Dana moaned and then backed up against John's rapidly hardening cock.
"Oh, monsieur!" Dana turned and faced him and put her right hand on his cock. "Madame Bardot gave me instructions to ensure that you didn't suffer with the swelling."
"The swelling?"
"Oui, monsieur. The swelling of your cock. She told me I must take care of it whenever it occurred."
"Okay." John grinned. "And how will we do that?"
Dana grabbed him by the hand. "In here, monsieur." She led him into the living room and into the front of the couch. She knelt and yanked his gym shorts to the floor. John's cock sprung up in front of her face.
"Bon. Very nice cock, monsieur." Dana pushed on his chest and John sat on the couch. Dana spread his legs apart and knelt between them. "I must take care of this immediately so I will suck your cock."
John sat back and smiled. "No problem."
Dana went to work. She grabbed his cock and looked up at him. "I must suck your cock and drink your cum so that the swelling goes down." She licked his cock from the bottom to the head and swirled her tongue around the head. She pulled back. "I love sucking cock. Madame Bardot says I am the best cock-sucker she has."
John smiled and patted her on the head. "I'll be the judge of that."
