Breiz's Story

Doug Sanders :

You know, I always led a quiet life. I was a gym instructor, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any woman would turn over a snap. I have kept my body fit, powerful, form of ripped. So much better than the other guys my age or even jr.. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girlfriends along the way, lived with a couple, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite private girls'schoolhouse. The girls are in their teenage year, which are yobo. Tough class. Hormones are starting to ramp, bodies have been changing, and the miss are learning how to use their sexuality on male child, while the boys are learning about blue balls.

Lots of the girls flirted with me over the days, mostly trying out their lines for son, seeing how I would oppose. I got used to smiling back and ignoring their attention. So, I didn't think anything of it when the principal called me in early in the condition and asked me to coach the school basketball squad in addition to my gym social class. Seems one of my distaff colleagues needed an parking brake leave. The corpus only offered an extra pair grand for the new work, which seemed cheap. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had nothing to go home to anyway.

The school wasn't built to ingest gym teachers of the opponent sex. When I needed to get to the office inside the storage locker room, I would bang on the doorway and warn them I was coming in in 30 seconds. This would result in much squealing and banging of locker threshold as the young woman tried to cover up before I entered ( I doubt this agreement would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The endorse day of form I went through the practice to get into my function. I got inside the locker room and headed for the office room access. There was a female child standing by the door, clad in her cockeyed spandex gym dress. Our eyes met for a moment. I think she saw me take care her mean young physical structure up and down. She smiled. I saw her glance at my cock ( under control inside my UnderArmors ) which made me go silly, elucidate my throat nervously and blush. She stifled a giggle.

"Ahem. Yes. Hello. What can I do for you… ?"I didn't know anyone's gens yet.

"Brittany. Hi Mr. sander ! I'm good, I'm just waiting for the other young woman to start class."

"Ah, good. Yes. Bretagne. well. We'll start in a few minutes. Head out to the gym."Breiz smiled at my soreness and bounced past me towards the doorway. I watched her perfect little ass bounce out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my bureau, leaning back against the door, breathing heavily. What the Hell just happened ? Without my even thinking, my hand slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my stopcock. I was so fucking concentrated. If I didn't have to learn class I'd have gone and drum off to relieve the pressure.

What the Hell happened ? Have you ever met mortal and from the minute you met you just make out you were going to have it away ? Not wishful thinking. No incertitude. You are going to screw that individual. And maybe they have the same feeling. But something changed for me. In all my twelvemonth being around such girls I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Bretagne.

And she was less than one-half my age.

Breiz :

Sometimes you look back on things you did in your life and suppose,"What the Hell was I doing ?"And if you're lucky, you have one you look back on and think,"That was perfect. Just perfect."I have one of those.

It was senior high school school. I mean shit, high school ! Who has a hone experience in gamey school ? I guess you could say I was an too soon flub. I never had a ontogeny spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing breaking ball, and getting bunch of attention from the boys after school. I hated it. They were such immature buttocks. They started giving me nickname like"Boobany,"“ Brittany Boobs,"or just"Boobs."I was tired of hearing comment like"You would win any battle with those warheads,"or"I wish those headlights were in my garage."I couldn't talk back, it would just promote them.

So I didn't go to parties or socialise much. Played basketball with my Quaker, boys and girls. The boy looked at me, but they were friends, they didn't join in with the nagging. But I loved how my body was developing. Nice breasts, long shapely leg and a precious bum. I took some nude painting selfies in the mirror, but I never sent them to anyone. I also started disbursement time alone in my room, looking at porn on the net and playing with my puss. No one had ever had"the talk"with me, so I only had a faint feeling of what they were doing. The first sentence I saw a video recording of a blowjob and nervus facialis, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my face !"So why did I keep going back and watching that video over and over ?

So school started with a good deal fervor. My friends and I new to the edifice, so we were all getting lost. I hung with my few old friends, and made some new friends, girls coming from other schools.

We had gym class on the second or third day. We had a stand-in, Mr. Sanders, a Male gym teacher ! The little girl were all excited at the outrage of it all, all whispers and giggles. I didn't care, I loved gym category and planned to try out for the basketball team, which Mr. electric sander was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be friendly with the tutor before tryouts.

Mr. sander had to British pound sterling on the door and hollo he was coming in to the cabinet elbow room. The little female child would all scream and run and traverse up. I thought it was my chance to say hi to the coach, so I finished getting my gym clothes on and stood by his office staff door. Mr. Sanders hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming girls, but he stopped short when he saw me by his room access. I don't know what I did to this day, but his jaw dropped and he started stammering and blushing. I thought it was laughable. He definitely checked out my soundbox, which I was already used to from men. All that erotica made me glance at his software package. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said goodby and headed out to the gym to wait for family to start. I bent down to retie my stoolpigeon and something dripped to the floor.

My pussy was dripping wet.

Doug Sanders

The future few weeks were torment. I could not get Brittany off my mind. My dick got stiff when I saw her or thought of her. I picked up a cleaning woman at a bar. She was giving me an amazing blowjob when I cried out"God yes, Brittany ! !"Her name wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Brittany was so Thomas Young. Too Loretta Young. Like five years in prison too vernal. think I could get a married woman in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting consequence out of my mind. I was going to have intercourse her. I had to.

Basketball test happened and Brittany made the team easily. A okay shot guard. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a smile and always sat next to me on the bench when I was mapping out a swordplay. Really close. Like her second joint up against mine while I talked. Sometimes she rubbed her thigh a short against mine while I talked. I think she knew that made me lose my place and start stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One clock time I was designating her to take the shot and I absentmindedly put my hand on her raw thigh. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my hand with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A span fourth dimension when I was going into the cabinet way after pattern, the residuum of the girls were in the shower. Bretagne was at her footlocker, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a smile and put one leg up on the bench, causing the towel to fall away from her back, exposing her reasonably niggling bum. She was embarrassed or feigned superfluity, but she wasn't that quick to cover up. And she always smiled at me when she was done. After those face-off I practically ran to the men's exhibitioner to jack off. This little girl was driving me mad.

And why not ? She was a raven-haired lulu, getting more beautiful by the day as her body developed. Beautiful with an air of mystery about her. She was happy and well-disposed and could do the female child next door thing, but you could never tell what she was thinking. Drove me nuts. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'3"( I always put 5'6"on the team roster ). Her hair was long, down to her waist. I could imagine grabbing a handful of that sleek hair and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that whisker to stroke my shaft and balls and shooting a consignment of jizz into her pilus. Nice young firm bosom and yes…a fantastic ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. branch that you just wanted wrapped around your pelvis while she rode your cock and took your load deep inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly banter. When she made a great play, I would holler"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Brittany, to obviate that tending, I think, began calling me"Old Man,"and would pretend to push aside me. It didn't work.

early people were noticing my obsession with Brittany. The school was old and the locker way were kind of outdated. The main storage locker elbow room had gray rusty cabinet, Louis Harold Gray floor, exhibitor with break pipes and no breathing for the steam. There were panoptic window sills about articulatio humeri height and frosted windowpane at the vertebral column. It was too laborious to reach them and they were rusted closed anyway. Soap and shampoo gathered on the window Sills. There was also a small locker room on the early side of the gym for male motorbus and staff.

I was in the men's'shower bath one day after practice stroking a massive hard on trying to get Brittany out of my mind. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted somebody's body slipstream into my handwriting to lube my dick. I was startled by a spokesperson behind me.

"She has really gotten to you, hasn't she ?"I turned and it was Ed Peters the swim assistant coach.

"Huh ? What ? What do you stand for ?"

"And if you are going to do that in here don't use my organic structure wash. It's too expensive"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Brittany. You're in here spanking the rapscallion because you can't nooky Brittany."

"You're crazy. I'm not doing anything."

"You look at her like a lost pup. Every time you see her. People notice. Her Dad asked me what was up with you."

"Ed, I…"

"fuck who you want Doug, Breiz is a dame. Just make surely you're okay with going to jail or getting murdered by her father."I left the exhibitioner and got out of the building as fast as I could.

Brittany

I don't know if I've ever really been in love. Maybe it is what they call puppy making love. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. drum sander. I didn't want to espouse him and cause his babies. I just wanted to do him. Even though I really didn't have intercourse how to do anyone. And I knew I would let that boy splooge in my face.

Basketball practice was excruciation. I just wanted to partake him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the seat next to him during the time outs. Our thigh would impact and it was galvanizing. He didn't drag away. I would get so distracted I couldn't follow what he was telling us to do. And my kitty-cat got so wet when we touched. My button ached for relief. Once when I was out of the game I was able to move my ass on the bench so the spandex rubbed my clit and I came right there. It was awesome. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will show up on YouTube someday.

And the way he looked at me ! Not pervy at all. Just variety and warm and perhaps a bit eagre. Every time I looked his way, he was giving me that smell. Every. Time. I don't love how we won so many games that time of year. I started calling him"Old Man."I think it made him harder.

I decided I wanted to make out him. I didn't think he would get up the nerve to go on me, so I planned to get him to strike on me. I watched some more porno so I wouldn't look stupid. All those things I thought were gross six calendar month ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. Sanders doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to hurt. Now I was sliding my finger into my motherfucker in the shower to see how it felt. I'd romp with my clit and asshole at the Saame time to see if I could cum like that. I could. It was crazy. I barely understood what sex was and now I was obsessed with it.

I had to spring my program. Either Mr. electric sander would get laid me like I'd never been fucked before ( which was a given since I'd never been fucked at all ) or he would run from the room. But I couldn't wait.

Doug Sanders

Losing my job. Going to jail. Becoming a registered sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't care. It was the most herculean feeling I'd ever had. Nothing short of Brittany rejecting me was going to stop me.

totality stranger were noticing. I was chatting with an opposing coach before a late season replay and he brings it up out of the blue.

"You have a affair for number 23, don't you ?"23 was Bretagne's number.

"Oh please. She is just kicking your forward's ass. She dropped 28 on you last game, no ?"

"Ha ! Yeah, she takes a lot of jumpers around the key and makes more than she misses. That's my whole point."

"You're crazy. What do you think ?"

"Here's what I see. Every time a young woman takes a shot, you follow the ball to see if it goes in, or who gets the spring. When your 23 takes a snap, you watch her ass all the way up and all the way down."

Crap. He was totally right-hand. How can anyone tell that ? I thought I was playing it so cool. horseshit. horseshit. Crap.

That night was raining pretty hard, and I let the crowd go right after the game. They needed to get home rubber. Some streets were flooding and some parts of town had lost power. It didn't matter where I slept. But I had to put away the score display board equipment, take sure as shooting all the exterior room access were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'locker room to get my gear out of my office. The locker room was empty. But there was a dissonance. I could hear the showers running in the back of the locker room. dolt young lady I thought. The environmental contemporaries, I thought. I walked quickly back to the showers. I wanted to close up and go home while I could.

I turned the corner and stopped frigidity. Every shower was on, every windowpane was exposed. The cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot weewee making a thickly cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a person. A girl. A shapely girl. Her book binding was to me. Long dark fuzz to her waist. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her bridge player was between her legs, playing with her pussy. Then the steam took her by again.

I was frozen. A million view raced through my mind, but I can't remember a unity one. I thought I was frozen solid state, but I must have made some stochasticity. The figure turned its head towards me. It was Brittany. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that smiling that had enslaved me. She turned her body towards me and took a step closer. Just enough to thin out the steam around her. She looked like an angel in the mist. I will always think back how the wisps of steam swirled between her breasts. She was still playing with herself with her right hand. She reached out of the swarm towards me with her left hand.

"I need your help."

Then she stepped back into the cloud and disappeared.

Bretagne

You know, it turned out much more dramatic than I planned. I made sure everyone else had gone, and rushed to afford the window and turn the showers on boiling hot to make a cloud of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. drum sander was going to detect or come back to the rain shower. I was going to finger pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam showers for an hr waiting. I had spent the day, and the biz, working myself into a wet, horny fury, so by the time I got in the shower I had to wager with my clit to get some relief. But I was passing horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. Sanders had to get into his office off the girls'cabinet room, I guess, and he came back to the showers. His sneakers squeaked on the wet flooring, so I knew person was behind me, and he was the only one left in the building ( Had it been a janitor I would have fainted ). I looked over my berm at the sound and almost burst out laughing. Mr. Sanders'typeface was this compounding of shock, desire and terror. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to grant him a push, so I stepped cheeseparing to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my manus out in his direction and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your help,"I can't remember exactly. Then I stepped back into the cloud. Now I was really stuck. Mr. electric sander could run away in holy terror, yell at me to get dressed, or come fuck me. I didn't know which it was going to be. I was standing in the steam for I don't know how long, feeling more and more stupid.

Doug sander

I now know what the great unwashed mean when they say your life story flashes before your eyes. A million reasons why I should squall to Breiz that I'm leaving. Years of playing by the rules, clawing my way to the derriere as a gym instructor. Never making any waves, passing through sprightliness unnoticed, which was my goal. Then the future flashed through my head. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the slight missy I fucked. My mug snapshot in the newspaper. sob, apologizing, begging the court for mercy. I couldn't get that song by The police from repeating in my head. No doubt I knew what I should do. I should run. I should go. I know that. But I wanted Brittany in that moment More than anything in the macrocosm. aught else mattered.

I started ripping off my dress. My rigid cock bounced out of my pants. I can't go on the way I have been, like a lovesick puppy. I didn't care what anyone thought. It was going to happen.

I stepped straight into the tender steam. Breiz was waiting for me. She smiled.

Brittany

The steam parted in figurehead of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his oversized watch. He was sporting the first hard cock I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porno star dick. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those monster hawkshaw ( although I know now ) ! The sight of his hard tool made me leave everything I imagined I would do in this bit. I could only stare at his prick and smile.

Mr. drum sander knew what to do. He grabbed me roughly around the waist and kissed me hard, while backing me up against the rampart. The coldness concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his body. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. Mr. drum sander held my arms over my head and pierce his natural language deeper into my mouth. He was much marvelous than I was, so I could find his rooster pressed against my stomach and his pendulant balls getting wet against my pussy sassing.

I still recollect that kiss. Not my first osculation, but the one that makes me wet every time I think about it. The warm water running down our bodies, the steam beadwork like sweat on our faces. His body pressed against me. Feeling his cock throb against my stomach. Feeling my hard nipple disappear into his bureau hair. My arms pinned to the wall. The feel of him just taking control of me.

He released his kiss from my sass and ventured down to my neck opening, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my arms which I flung around his neck opening. He put his hand under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my nipple into his lip. I wrapped my pegleg around his shank. Now the shaft of his cock was sliding between my pussy brim and rubbing my clit. I grabbed his hairsbreadth and held my breast in his mouth. I never thought my body could feel so adept, feel so animated ! His dick rubbing my clit was more than I could take.

"Oh God yes ! Oh God yes ! What are you….aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH !"My dead body exploded with the most amazing orgasm. I thought I knew how to tinct myself, how to make myself cum, but his hard spear stroking my clit took me to the future level. It was terrific ! Taking one hand from around his neck opening, I reached between my legs and wrapped my finger around my first cock. Mr. smoother had a nice prick. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inch. I don't know. It was just the first, and therefore the grownup dick I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock hard, but still whippy. Throbbing in my hand. I began stroking the duration of his cock slowly. Now it was his turn to moan.

"Oh oh geeez Britt. Oh God that feels so good. Oh God…"Mr. sander panted, his optic closed to concentrate on the feel of teenage fingerbreadth playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. sander ? Does it feel good ? enjoin me how to make you experience thoroughly. Teach me how to impact you. I want to learn."I could feel my juice wetting his shaft, making my hand glide easily along his throbbing dick.

"Perfect. You are doing it just perfect. I love how you touch me, Brittany."

As much as I loved watching pornography, as often as I lusted after Mr. Sanders, I still wasn't sure that I would actually take his dick in my mouth and give suck it when the clock time came. I didn't want to look stupid and gag on his tool or choke coil on his sperm. But now I knew. I wanted his hammer inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my legs from around his hip joint, sad to kibosh his beautiful rooster from caressing my twat lips. I was going to get on my human knee to put his dick down my throat, but Mr. drum sander had other musical theme. He had his hands under my ass and lifted me off the solid ground and carried me over by one of the window Beverly Sills. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the wide windowsill. He put one of my legs over each articulatio humeri and came nerve to nerve with my twat, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me right then and there, but again he had other ideas. He turned his head and began licking, and biting and sucking the inside of my depart thigh, starting at the knee and slowly—slowly—working his way up my thigh towards my cunt. My juices were practically pouring out of my pussy, I was so wet. I could experience my quick juices start to soak my ass.

After an agonizingly long clock time, Mr. Sanders'mouth was within inches of my aching pussy. I needed my kitty-cat in his mouth so badly I was going to explode. Finally his head is squarely between my wooden leg. I can experience his hot breathing time on my shaved slit. His nose brushes against my sassing. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his mouth. I grab his hairsbreadth and try to push his head into my genital organ, but he is too potent. He kisses my pussy lips gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my rightfield thigh. My pussy is on blast. I need his mouth so badly.

"Don't do that ! You are killing me !"I said, almost begging for him to eat me.

"Do what ?"he says innocently, without interrupting his worship of my flop thigh.

"Frustrate me. tease me. wee me wait. You see how wet I am. EAT ME NOW !"

"Nope. Not until I'm ready."

"When will that be ?"I said, almost pleading.

"When you beg me for it,"he said, catching my eye for an blink of an eye and smiling.

"You want me to beg ? You're going to make me beg you to lick my pussy ?"

"I can't make you. Only if you want it. Then you'll beg."His tending has returned to my pussy, his sassing just brushing against my wet pussy lips.

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the brisk pussy you've had in your elderly make love lifespan !"

"I definitely should. But you are the one who wants something now. So let me get a line you beg me for it."Much to my surprise, his making me beg was making me hotter still. I was about to go brainsick with desire.

"OK ! OK ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE biff MY PUSSY ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

Without another sound, he plunged his tongue between my pussy brim, with the tip of his tongue landing on my pig out clit. He swirled his tongue around my button twice making me cum instantly. It felt like the top of my promontory blew off. I don't even know how to write the auditory sensation that came out of my back talk. A cross between a howl and a primal screaming. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. smoother kept torturing my clit with his lingua, swirling around the root word, flicking his clapper along the tail end of the footling knob of material body, sucking it into his mouth, holding it gently with his tooth while his warm wet glossa had its way with my reasonably fiddling clitty. I was like a wild brute, holding his hair in both my bridge player, pulling his head into my genitalia, my hips trying to stuff my pussy into his mouth.

"Uhh ! Uhhh ! Yeah ! Do ! It ! Do ! It ! DO ! IT ! !"I was completely out of control. I had no idea my body could feel like that. I didn't know how he was doing it, I just know I didn't want him to check. I almost told him right there that I would be his sex slave forever.

Doug Sanders

I'll admit it. I love eating pussy. I am told I am quite good at it, way above average a few have said. But I was not prepared for Brittany's reaction to having my tongue in her front end hole. I was tight, I made her beg, licking and eating her second joint and just touching her pussy with my sassing. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that sentence she was so aroused, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 secondment or so. She was riding my face hard, using her hips to do it my look with her snatch. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's pussycat was dripping wet, so wet my boldness was quickly coated with her juices. And she tasted Delicious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was sodding. I wonder if the guy who designed these locker rooms back in the 50s had pussy licking in psyche when he put the wide-cut windowpane Sills at shoulder joint height. I could fend there and lick her pussycat for minute like that.

But I was getting ready to bust too. Her enthusiasm for having her pussy eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to bang her twat before I shot my payload. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't realize that dropping my burden in her pussy was a sealed itinerary to fatherhood. But I didn't see her next move coming.

Brittany

"seminal fluid here. I want to fuck you."Mr. drum sander removed his drenched cheek from my kitty-cat and started to skid my bum off of the window sill.

"wait a minute. I need you to do something else for me."I pulled myself up onto the window sill, turned around and got on all fours. I did the stock split to lower my ass down to his face point. Spreading my legs like that also spread my ass completely. I could sense the steam on my whoreson. I felt him grab my coxa.

"Lick my asshole please. I want to feel your knife on my asshole."

My request was met with silence. Maybe he was startled or confused. Or maybe he was grossed out and trying to figure out what to tell me. I wanted him to be able-bodied to do whatever he wanted with me, put his cock wherever he wanted. I even borrowed my mom's vibrator and slid it up my ass to see if I could take it. It hurt some at first, but it felt good after my bum relaxed. Mr. Sanders'turncock was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to fuck me wherever he wanted so I would take it.

But he is face to face with my ass and not doing anything.

"Breiz. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His custody were still on my hip joint. I could finger the fond steam and his hot breath on my anus. I wanted his glossa there. But I was embarrassed that he didn't seem to require to.

"It's okay if you don't want to. But I really want you to eat my ass ( I'd picked up a lot of the vernacular from my porn watching ).

With that, I felt his warm spit rimming my asshole. It felt wonderful.

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. observe doing that…"I reached between my legs to run with my clitoris. My body was just vibrating…

Doug smoother

That one just bollix me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of course I wanted to, I love ass. And Brittany had a gracious firm rocking perfect ass. Of course she did, she was a hot as shit teenager. How does she bang about rimming ? I was 35 when I first heard about it. Thought it was receipts until I tried it. Most cleaning lady my age don't want it won't do it.

But here is this gorgeous, occult young girl putting her ass in my grimace and telling me to eat it. I am sure this is another few years in jail and another beating from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered whoreson. An arsehole that just tap to be licked.

I stick out my tongue and lick that wondrous anus. It tastes delicious. And the musculus of her anatomical sphincter tighten just a bit when I pass my knife over her anal opening move. I grab her hip joint and deplumate her finisher. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass cheeks. I see Brittany is playing with her pussy while I suck on her impertinent fiddling bum hole.

"Ohhhhh…"Brittany moaned as she used her hips to push her asshole onto my tongue."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na make me cum…Mr. sander !"Bretagne screamed"Oh my God !"as she came so voiceless she almost fell off the windowsill.

"Mr. electric sander, My God, that was…I don't even have sex ! That was…"and Brittany just collapsed in a unit of ammunition of giggles. I chuckled myself as I kissed her sweet ass.

"okeh Britt, I just had my tongue on your ass, I think that allows you to cry me Doug."

Breiz was still on handwriting and knees on the windowsill, her ass still by my face. I was going to remand, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my indicator finger in my lip and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum hole. Her sphincter tightened at first, resisting my finger, but it slowly relaxed and my fingerbreadth slid inside her.

"Mmmmm…yeah…"Breiz murmured as my fingerbreadth violated her bum. I took another digit and entered her pussy and slowly slid in and out of her ass and pussy. Brittany groaned.

"Keep doing that,"she sucked in her breath."Just like that…make me cum again Doug."

Her hips moved and fucked my finger's breadth with her pussy and asshole. So fucking hot, I can still see my finger disappearing up her tiny teenage ass. Even if I avoid jail I am going to nether region, but I didn't care in that bit. This was hot.

I slid my finger out of her asshole and slipped my tongue into her ass before her midget golf hole slammed shut. I couldn't go too deep, but Brittany could feel the tip of my tender tongue in her anus.

"Oh my God…oh my god…"Brittany sighed as I tonguefucked her perfect ass. She took one hired hand to act as with her clit while my finger massaged the spot inside her cunt. All of that stimulation sent her over the edge.

"Ohhhhh…"she moaned quietly."Ohhhh…I bed that. Ohhhhh…"When she came to her mother wit, she slid off of my digit and tongue."I want your cock now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding style was actually sort of hot. I still had a little sense.

"Britt, we don't have any protection. I can't cum inside you. You know that."

Brittany grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly as she spoke."So cum in my ass."I almost fainted.

"No, brit, that's too far right now. I'm not going there. It's not something to do spontaneously."I couldn't believe I was turning down what would have undoubtedly been the most epic ass ass of my life. But really. She's still a novitiate no matter how much porn she's watched.

"okey, adjacent fourth dimension,"she said as she wrapped her weaponry around my neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her branch around my pelvic girdle."Just pull out before you cum."Women always think that is wanton than it really is.

Did she just say"next time ?"

Brittany

Geez, this guy licks my pussy, eats my ass, and can you conceive he refuses to get laid my ass and impediment at fucking my twat ? Sometimes you just have to lead things into your own hands. I jumped up on his hips, so his shaft was powerful under my snatch. I didn't do all this not to get fucked. I just told him to pull out. Duh. Like, who's a founding father and who's the old guy ?

I grab his cock and guide it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his shaft was kind of thick in my hand, but it feels tremendous as it stretches my slit as I slide down onto him. I must hold looked surprised, maybe a little panicked, as it seemed for a second like he was too big for my sozzled new pussycat. But God made men and adult female to do it. Doug steps forward, puts my back against the wall and get-up-and-go. We both oink, moan or cry out, or all three as his cock stretches me and coast inside. I felt a bit like I was going to split up in one-half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for calendar month. Mr. Sanders, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new sensations for me. He starts sliding his cock in my slit, maybe only an inch or so at a time.

"Nice and retard, baby. We got clip. Let me have it off your tight footling pussy."His chance event continued slowly, maybe sliding a little Thomas More cock each meter. I still get super wet when I think about how that first rooster felt.

"Uh-huh,"was about all I could total up with in reception, maybe not even that much. Doug's fucking had my consistency humming like a guitar string, I don't make love how else to delineate it. Then I felt his cock withdraw completely from my pussycat, before he thrust it back inside me again, slowly but forcefully. I'm sure enough my middle widened again, or I made a traumatize sound. I don't know. I was only paying attention to his cock.

"feeling me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his total length out of my pussy and pushing it back forcefully."Take it a bit harder Britt."With that he slammed his putz back inside me really hard, ramming my pelvis into the concrete wall behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That lastly poking tingled every brass ending in my body as his prick slid along the slick paries of my slit. I imagined it giving off Muriel Sarah Spark. I knew my snatch juices were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no encouragement. His thrusts slammed me into the wall each time, each clock time bringing me nearer to the orgasm of my life.

"Harder. Make me cum. Make me cum hard."I looked Doug in the eyes, daring him to fuck me hard. beads of sweat appeared on his brow and lip. I felt his lather dripping onto my dresser and breasts.

"Uh ! Uh ! Uh ! Uh !"He grunted with each poking. My ass made a slapping sound each time it hit the wall.

"Do you know,"Doug panted,"Do you acknowledge how crazy you have been making me ? Odd fourth dimension to start a conversation.

"I do. Everyone in schoolhouse knew you wanted to bang me. What they didn't know is how badly I wanted to bang you. So fuck me !"He calmed down and started letting me sit his cock, sliding along his shaft, putting it where it felt so good.

"Oh….oh…geez…yes…I…love…this"I was transformed. My body felt alive, tingly, fulfilled. Odd feeling while fucking but that is what I felt.

"shuffle me cum…make me cum…make me cum…"Doug's prick was amazing. Hit all the right muscae volitantes. Perfectly. I was going to cum.

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my body erupted in a magnificent orgasm. I saw ace. My toes curled. My back arched. My nipples have never been so knockout. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his cock out of my pussy and lower berth my infantry to the priming. Don't stop…

"play around. plication over. script against the wall."Doug grabs a big handful of my fuzz, puts the head of his cock against my pussy and slowly pushes firmly inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my haircloth. Hard. It hurts. I want him to pull it harder. In this position, his pecker hits all new daub, or hits old ones with a unlike piece of his putz. I cum immediately.

"holy hoot ! holy shit ! Mmmmm ! Jesus !"I felt a moving ridge of intense tingling, the only way to key out it, emanating from my pussy. I could barely persist standing. It was beyond de***********ion. Suddenly Doug pulls out of my pussy.

"Britt I am going to cum !"I want it. I want his jizz on me in me somewhere. I drop to my articulatio genus and snap Doug's cock. It is wet and glossy from my pussy and it slides easily in my hired man. He is practically delirious.

"Oh God brit. I'm going to cum…I'm going to cum…"I had all sorts of architectural plan of what I would do at this moment ; let him cum in my mouth, let him cum on my knocker or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His hammer pulsed in my hand and a huge watercourse of cum hits my face and runs down onto my boob. Another. And another. I undefended my mouthpiece and trip up one of the streams in my mouth. It's warm and it's sticky and tastes like the sea. I love it. I close my eyes to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my look. My buttock, my forehead, my sassing, my hair. I have cum everywhere on my face. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my face. I was unseasonable. I fucking love it. His affectionate cum is running down my face. Some into my mouth, some dripping onto my mamilla, some falling to the floor. My first facial nerve and it is superb.

Doug regains his composure a little and helps me to my feet. I feel kind of stupid with jizz all over my brass. Doug smiles.

"You look gorgeous. red-hot affair I've ever seen."He leans over and kiss me, licking his cum from my lips. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my nuzzle and puts it in my oral cavity. He feeds me some cum from my os frontale. I feel like a infant robin begging for some more cum from his spit. Then he kisses me hard, his knife in my oral fissure, his powerful script gripping my petite ass. I have never forgot that moment. Doug steps towards the raging showers, still billowing steam. He takes my hand.

"Let's get cleaned up."

Breiz

After Mr. Sanders fucked me in the shower that dark, we had to take on it poise. Now we didn't make eye physical contact at recitation, I stopped playing secret plan with my towel whenever he came through the young woman'locker room. Looking back on it, our behavior had changed so much people must have known that we fucked.

I kinda thought process that night in the shower would be a one-time thing, fray an itch, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one night after practice and talked about how unseasonable that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the lineation of his squiffy throbbing cock through his shorts, and my dripping slit made a noticeable wet spot on my spandex drawers. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were proud to have resisted. At to the lowest degree I was.

summer basketball rolled around, meaning change of location tourney around the country. My parents were busy with their workplace, and thought it was so nice that Mr. Sanders volunteered to drive me to the away tourney. We pretended we were cool. We weren't.

To travel to the initiative biz, I had my uniform and equipment in my gym bag. I wore a short sundress with an open plunging back, almost to my ass. Nothing underneath. Strappy slave sandals with just enough heel to make my ass stick out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The cause started out okay. We talked about the day's opponent, teammates and the wish. I caught him stealing coup d'oeil, so I hiked my dress when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. sander was adjusting his rooster as we drove. It was so hard it must have hurt. I put my can back and put my feet up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my knees. The wearing apparel slid up my second joint. If my pegleg weren't together my pussy would have been exposed. The tight top of the apparel displayed my hard nipples, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

Mr. smoother was notably distracted by now."britt, you better get across up before we break our hope to each other."

"Oh come on Doug, when you volunteered to take me to these plot, evidence me you weren't thinking about fucking me."

"Maybe I was at the time, but it wouldn't be right."

"Yeah, well we left what is right in the dust long ago. And loved it. Didn't you ?"

"Of course I did."Mr. Sanders was visibly sweating now, and no total of adjusting his pants could hide his stiff turncock."But we should cool it. We could both get in trouble."

"You can cool off it if you want. I don't want to."With that I spread my knees a bit and skid my paw between my legs. I was already really wet and my finger slid easily between my labia, stopping to knead my throbbing clit."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could palpate the orgasm start to build.

Mr. Sanders almost drove off the road he was so focussed on me."brit, we can't, we shouldn't…"

"Ahhhhh ! Fuuucckk !"I yelled as the sexual climax took over my body. I have to let in, it was really hot playing with myself while being watched. Mr. Sanders started to say something, but I cut him off.

"volition you just shut up and deplume out your cock before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a little surprised, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pants off pulling the allow side of meat, then the right incline until his beautiful dick was bobbing in his lap. I never got a look at his tool in the Light, but now I saw it was a nice one, not Brobdingnagian, maybe six inches, but pretty thick. No wonder it stretched my virgin pussy so blanket. Mr. sander kept both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead at the road. His pecker danced with his pulse, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my bum belt and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"Stop talking,"I said as I took the knob of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the foreland. I loved the taste of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that night in the shower. Mr. Sanders groaned loudly as I pushed his tool as far down my throat as I could, which was n't very far. I gagged a little and slid him out of my mouth. I used my knife to thrash his gibe from globe to tip. His putz danced a slight each metre my tongue flicked the promontory. He was breathing heavily.

"God brit, that feels so have it off amazing ! Where'd you learn to go down like that ?"

"Porn. Lots of porn,"I laughed. I reached between his ramification and lifted his orchis from between his legs. If his prick was a little in a higher place average, he had the most beautiful balls I have ever seen. big clod, pocket that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your rima oris when you sucked one into your lip. I licked and bit his sack while slowly stroking his cock. When I took one of his bollock into my backtalk, I could sense to a greater extent precum run down my hand. His cock was oozing that sweet juice.

I felt him reach down my cover and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and pussy. He wet his finger and put it on my asshole like he was going to thumb bang my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprisal, as he pulled his finger away. I took his ball out of my mouth long enough to say

"It's ok Doug, playing period with anything you want. You know I'll do anything."He'd moved on to fingering my twat, and now it was my routine to groan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth one-half wax of orb. I dropped his globe and massaged his shaft more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet orgasm rolled through my body, emanating from my button to my headland and down to my toes. I could palpate my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my fuck high, I licked the streaks of precum from my hand and his barb. Not as thick but salty, I thought to myself for no particular reason.

"We got ta do something about this,"Mr. Sanders muttered as I licked his throbbing tool like an ice cream cone cell. Suddenly he takes his hand from my kitty, grabs a big handful of my hair and energy my caput onto his cock. I was almost gagging, but I liked being told what to do.

"Britt, you have to learn how to swallow all of my cock."Pulling my hair harder, he pushed his dick farther down my throat. This time I gagged loudly and drooled some spit as he roughly pulled my drumhead off of his cock.

"You'll learn,"he said matter of factly as I composed myself. Mr. Sanders turned the car down a wide dirt road with a abandoned ship sign marking an abandoned camping site."This should do !"He smiled down at me as he tugged more on my skimpy dress, eventually pulling it off over my head. He threw my dress in the game fundament and smiled at me as I sat up to see where we were.

"You know, you went from"Mr. We Can't Do This"to"Mr. You Are My Fucktoy"in no time at all. Now you are driving down a grime road with a raw underage miss in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the greatest ? You spent the terminal 90 second teasing and taunting me, and now I am going to give you what you want. And what I want."

"Really ?"I said teasingly."You know, I haven't told you but I went to the women's clinic live month and they started me on the pill."

"Seriously ? Wow, this day just keeps getting better."Mr. electric sander turned right down a narrow dirt road with a clearing in its utterly end. The car lurched to a stop.

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his shorts off the rest of the way. I was naked except for my"fuck me"sandals, Mr. sander had on a polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the front of the car. I got on my tip toes make to snog him. Mr. electric sander had former plan as he grabbed my hair with one mitt, pinned my arm behind me with the former and roughly bent me over the bonnet of the car. The metal tough almost burned my teat, hot from the motor and the scorching summertime sun.

"snap the punk,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my hair. I grabbed the boundary of the hood. He lifted my legs off the earth as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the hood of a Toyota in the eye of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the puss or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the theatrical role where the Cy Young girl gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. Sanders. I hope I'm right. He held my ankle, my stifle bent while I clung to the hood of the car. I was incapacitated. I loved it.

I heard his shoes scape on the grunge as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his tool push through my pussy lips. He didn't say a Scripture. Suddenly with one huge thrust, he is balls deep in my pussy. The head of his prick is pushing against my cervix.

"Whoa ! Geez Doug go easy."He pulls his cock almost all the way out of my pussy and thrash it back inside me again.

"You've been teasing me all day, wearing a skimpy apparel and no underwear, playing with your kitty. You knew when you got in the car this dawn that you wanted me to screw you."Another arduous poking into my pussy. I can imagine my kitty juice dripping onto the car goon and running off onto the ground.

"Then yield it to me Doug ! Fuck me as hard as you can. Shoot your lode inside me. I want to find your cock."He starts sliding inside me just as hard, but not as far. He's trying not to hurt me. My feet are off the land, my head on the exhaust hood of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, make me cum. Make me cum backbreaking, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to act as it cool in schoolhouse. It was Wyrd, I wasn't in love, I didn't want to make his baby, but I wanted to have sex him so badly. Mr. Sanders falls into this nice rhythm, pulling out then filling my cunt. Sometimes his cock comes all the way out and he plays with my clit with the tip of his pecker before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na make me…"I didn't get to terminate. One last hard drive and I was over the edge, falling through space, my organic structure tingling, my toes curling my entire physical structure pulsating.

"Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! Doug ! ! Yes ! !"I started pulling myself on the hood, sliding myself on and off his cock. I wanted it all. I wanted to pull his cock inside my twat and never let it go. Mr. electric sander starts fucking me truehearted, all hips, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh fuck ! brit ! roll in the hay !"One final push and I feel his prick erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to have it off, but that first-class honours degree rush of cum in my pussy, his cock pulse against the paries of my pussy, the streams of strong midst cum shooting inside me, filling me. I don't know that I've ever had another feeling like that. I didn't want it to end. Doug stayed hard for a couple minutes after he came, and he managed to make me cum softly a couple times before he withdrew his dick and put my human foot on the ground. My legs were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my pussy and running down my thigh. He turned and sat on the hood of the car, his spent turncock still glistening with my juices. I sat next to him, and for a minute we just watched the cum drip out of my pussy and run down the hood of the car. With my finger I scraped some cum off of my thigh and put it in my mouth.

"I can state this is going to be a problem,"I said, trailer truck seriously.

"What ?"Mr. electric sander said, suddenly good and concerned.

"How to decide where I want you to cum. You fucked my pussy so firmly I can barely stand, but I don't get to feel you sate my mouth. I love the gustatory sensation of your cum. And I love how it feels when you fill my pussy. I'm new at this, so separate me, do you cum a lot ?"

He grinned sheepishly."I have been told I pack a pretty big freight. Hope that's okay."

"Oh snake pit yeah. It's fine."I reached over and took his limp, but still gorgeous cock in my hand and began to stroke it softly.

"You got it all baby. I'm dry."

"I know."Impulsively I hopped off the car cap and stood in presence of Mr. Sanders, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his dick with my knife. I started at the knob, still oozing bits of cum, licked his beam of light clean and jerk and sucked his balls until I couldn't taste him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

"I love dessert,"I said with a smile. I was still stroking his putz, which had become semi hard again with all of the attention."There might be another load in there after all."

"I wish,"Mr. Sanders said."I am spend baby. Maybe we better clean up and get going."

A swell idea flashed into my head."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the hood, lying face up. I crawled up the cowling on my hand and articulatio genus. The goon was a mess between my juice and his load."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his headland, straddling his face.

"You're not going to make me eat…"he didn't get to finish his protest as I sat down hard on his face, covering his backtalk with my slit. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his face, wiping cum and pussy succus all over his aspect. He grabbed my ass to adjudge me still, then started licking me from the base of my jam to the top of my dent. He stuck his knife deep inside me, making me cum instantly. I had no idea his tongue was so long.

"Oh shit Doug ! What was that ?"I asked into the air, grinding harder into his face. I wasn't sure he could breathe, but I was sure I didn't care. He licked my clit fair with retentive slow accident that made me grab his hair's-breadth and sustain his face in my pussy. He licked my labia white, and even licked some of his cum from my inner thigh. I was done counting how many clock time he made me cum.

But now my peg were complete natural rubber, I couldn't funding myself at all. I flopped onto the thug, totally have it away dazed. I couldn't move. Mr. Sanders saw me staring into space and went into the car. Soon he returned with a towel from his bag and started wiping me clean. He wiped my thighs, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to run a hoops biz with some dude's encumbrance on my thigh, but… He cleaned my twat gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his turncock and balls of the remainder of our fucking.

I peeled myself off of the car hood. Mr. Sanders was going to consume a hard time explaining that hood to the car washout, but whatever. I was bent over the back arse, retrieving my dress from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to deliver a unvoiced time explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing basketball bowlegged ?"

"No, you will have to excuse to the lady friend in the locker room how your ass got so sunburned. ”