Breiz's Story

Doug Sanders :

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

I teach at an elect private girls'schoolhouse. The fille are in their teenage eld, which are ruffian. yobbo years. hormone are starting to ramp, organic structure have been changing, and the miss are learning how to use their sexuality on son, while the male child are learning about blue musket ball.

fate of the girls flirted with me over the years, mostly trying out their transmission line for boy, seeing how I would react. 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 term and asked me to coach the shoal basketball team in add-on to my gym course. Seems one of my female colleagues needed an hand brake farewell. The principal only offered an spare couple deluxe for the new workplace, which seemed flash. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had cypher to go home to anyway.

The school wasn't built to have gym instructor of the opposite word sex. When I needed to get to the function inside the cabinet way, I would slam on the doorway and warn them I was coming in in 30 endorsement. This would result in much squealing and battering of locker doors as the young woman tried to cover up before I entered ( I doubt this transcription would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The second day of class I went through the practice to enter my billet. I got inside the storage locker elbow room and headed for the office room access. There was a girl standing by the door, clad in her tight spandex gym dress. Our optic met for a instant. I think she saw me look her miserly young soundbox up and down. She smiled. I saw her glance at my cock ( under ascendancy inside my UnderArmors ) which made me go silly, bring in my throat nervously and rosiness. She stifled a giggle.

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

"Brittany. Hi Mr. drum sander ! I'm estimable, I'm just waiting for the other girls to start class."

"Ah, commodity. Yes. Brittany. fountainhead. We'll start in a few minutes. Head out to the gym."Brittany smiled at my irritation and bounced past me towards the door. I watched her everlasting little ass bounce out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my function, leaning back against the room access, breathing heavily. What the hell on earth just happened ? Without my even thinking, my hand slid inside my spandex underdrawers and stroked my hammer. I was so screwing hard. If I didn't have to instruct class I'd have gone and vanquish off to relieve the pressure.

What the pit happened ? Have you ever met somebody and from the moment you met you just knew you were going to get it on ? Not wishful thinking. No doubt. You are going to fuck that mortal. And maybe they have the Sami notion. But something changed for me. In all my class being around such girls I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Brittany.

And she was to a lesser extent than half my age.

Brittany :

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

It was high schoolhouse. I mean jack, high schoolhouse ! Who has a pure experience in high school ? I guess you could say I was an early bloomer. I never had a ontogenesis spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curves, and getting lot of attention from the boys after school. I hated it. They were such immature stern. They started giving me soubriquet like"Boobany,"“ Brittany tit,"or just"Boobs."I was tired of hearing comments like"You would win any battle with those payload,"or"I wish those headlights were in my garage."I couldn't talk of the town back, it would just encourage them.

So I didn't go to parties or socialize much. Played hoops with my friend, boy and daughter. The boy looked at me, but they were booster, they didn't junction in with the nagging. But I loved how my organic structure was developing. Nice breasts, long shapely legs and a cute bum. I took some nude painting selfies in the mirror, but I never sent them to anyone. I also started spending clock time alone in my room, looking at porn on the net and playing with my pussycat. No one had ever had"the talk"with me, so I only had a undefined whim of what they were doing. The number one time I saw a video recording of a cock sucking and facial nerve, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my look !"So why did I hold open going back and watching that video over and over ?

So schooltime started with much excitement. My friends and I new to the building, so we were all getting lost. I hung with my few old friends, and made some new admirer, girls coming from other schooltime.

We had gym class on the endorse or 3rd day. We had a substitute, Mr. Sanders, a male gym teacher ! The missy were all excited at the scandal of it all, all rustle and giggles. I didn't tending, I loved gym family and planned to try out for the basketball team, which Mr. Sanders was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be well-disposed with the coach before test.

Mr. Sanders had to Ezra Pound on the door and holler he was coming in to the locker way. The little girls would all scream and run and cover up. I thought it was my probability to say hi to the coach, so I finished getting my gym dress on and stood by his place door. Mr. Sanders hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming girls, but he stopped short when he saw me by his door. I don't know what I did to this day, but his jaw dropped and he started stammering and blushing. I thought it was funny. He definitely checked out my trunk, which I was already used to from men. All that smut made me glimpse at his package. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said goodbye and headed out to the gym to hold back for stratum to start. I bent down to retie my stool pigeon and something dripped to the floor.

My pussy was dripping wet.

Doug electric sander

The next few hebdomad were torturing. I could not get Bretagne off my mind. My prick got stiff when I saw her or thought of her. I picked up a woman at a bar. She was giving me an awesome blowjob when I cried out"God yes, Brittany ! !"Her figure wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Brittany was so young. Too young. Like five years in prison too young. reckon I could get a wife in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting consequences out of my psyche. I was going to fuck her. I had to.

basketball trial happened and Brittany made the team easily. A ok shot safeguard. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a smiling and always sat next to me on the bench when I was mapping out a play. Really close. Like her thigh up against mine while I talked. Sometimes she rubbed her thigh a piddling against mine while I talked. I think she knew that made me mislay my place and part stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One time I was designating her to get hold of the shot and I absentmindedly put my bridge player on her defenseless thigh. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my hand with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A couple times when I was going into the storage locker way after practice session, the rest of the lady friend were in the shower. Breiz was at her cabinet, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a smile and put one leg up on the workbench, causing the towel to fall away from her dorsum, exposing her pretty little bum. She was embarrassed or feigned embarrassment, but she wasn't that quick to cover up. And she always smiled at me when she was done. After those encounters I practically ran to the men's shower to jack off. This missy was driving me mad.

And why not ? She was a raven-haired beauty, getting more beautiful by the day as her body developed. Beautiful with an air of whodunit about her. She was happy and well-disposed and could do the girl 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 shank. I could imagine grabbing a handful of that silky hair's-breadth and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that hair to stroke my cock and Ball and shooting a load of jizz into her hair. Nice young firm breasts and yes…a antic ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. ramification that you just wanted wrapped around your hips while she rode your cock and took your encumbrance mystifying inside her.

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

other people were noticing my obsession with Brittany. The school was old and the storage locker way were form of outdated. The independent locker elbow room had gray rust lockers, gray story, exhibitor with open tobacco pipe and no ventilation for the steam. There were astray windowpane sills about shoulder height and frosted windows at the back. It was too hard to contact them and they were rusted closed anyway. Soap and shampoo gathered on the window Belle Miriam Silverman. There was also a pocket-sized cabinet room on the other English of the gym for manful coach-and-four and staff.

I was in the men's'showers one day after practice session stroking a monumental 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 dry wash into my hand to lubricate my gumshoe. I was startled by a part 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 mean ?"

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

"I don't know what you mean."

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

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

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

"Ed, I…"

"piece of ass who you want Doug, Brittany is a dolly. Just make certainly you're okay with going to imprison or getting murdered by her father."I left the shower and got out of the building as fast as I could.

Breiz

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

Basketball practice was torture. I just wanted to touch him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the nates next to him during the time outs. Our thighs would touch on and it was electric. He didn't pull away. I would get so unhinge I couldn't survey what he was telling us to do. And my puss got so wet when we touched. My clitoris ached for assuagement. Once when I was out of the biz I was capable to move my ass on the Bench so the spandex rubbed my button and I came right there. It was awesome. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will record up on YouTube someday.

And the way he looked at me ! Not pervy at all. Just kind and warm and perhaps a bit eager. Every meter I looked his way, he was giving me that tone. Every. time. I don't know how we won so many games that season. I started calling him"Old Man."I think it made him harder.

I decided I wanted to fuck him. I didn't think he would get up the nerve to move on me, so I planned to get him to locomote on me. I watched some more erotica so I wouldn't look stupid. All those thing I thought were everlasting six 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 prick in the cascade to see how it felt. I'd free rein with my clit and cocksucker at the same 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 plan. Either Mr. sander would know 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 smoother

Losing my job. Going to gaol. Becoming a registered sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't care. It was the most hefty feeling I'd ever had. zippo short of Brittany rejecting me was going to stop over me.

Total strangers were noticing. I was chatting with an opposing coach before a late season rematch and he brings it up out of the blue.

"You have a thing for number 23, don't you ?"23 was Brittany'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 unscathed point."

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

"Here's what I see. Every time a girl takes a jibe, you follow the globe to see if it goes in, or who gets the bound. When your 23 takes a blastoff, you watch her ass all the way up and all the way down."

Crap. He was totally right. How can anyone tell that ? I thought I was playing it so cool. turd. poop. Crap.

That night was raining pretty hard, and I let the crew go right after the game. They needed to get household safe. Some streets were flooding and some share of Ithiel Town had lost power. It didn't topic where I slept. But I had to put away the grade board equipment, pull in sure all the exterior doors were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'locker elbow room to get my gear wheel out of my office. The cabinet room was empty. But there was a noise. I could hear the shower running in the back of the locker room. Stupid girls I thought. The environmental generation, I thought. I walked quickly back to the showers. I wanted to conclude up and go home while I could.

I turned the nook and stopped coldness. Every shower was on, every window was open. The cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot water making a thick cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a person. A young lady. A shapely girl. Her rachis was to me. Long dark hair's-breadth to her waist. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her hand was between her peg, playing with her slit. Then the steam took her out again.

I was frozen. A million thoughts raced through my idea, but I can't remember a single one. I thought I was frozen strong, but I must have made some stochasticity. The figure turned its head towards me. It was Brittany. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that smile that had enslaved me. She turned her consistency towards me and took a stone's throw closer. Just enough to thin the steam around her. She looked like an holy person in the mist. I will always remember how the wisps of steam swirled between her breasts. She was still playing with herself with her right paw. She reached out of the cloud towards me with her left hand.

"I need your help."

Then she stepped back into the cloud and disappeared.

Brittany

You know, it turned out much more spectacular than I planned. I made certainly everyone else had gone, and rushed to give the windowpane and call on the showers on boiling hot to create a cloud of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. sander was going to remark or hail back to the showers. I was going to feel pretty dolt ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam shower bath for an 60 minutes waiting. I had spent the day, and the game, working myself into a wet, horny frenzy, so by the time I got in the shower I had to play with my clitoris to get some relief. But I was super horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. Sanders had to get into his authority off the girls'locker room, I guess, and he came back to the showers. His sneakers squeaked on the wet storey, so I knew someone was behind me, and he was the only one left in the construction ( Had it been a janitor I would experience fainted ). I looked over my shoulder at the sound and almost burst out laughing. Mr. Sanders'case was this combining of shock, desire and terror. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to give him a pushing, so I stepped unaired to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my hired hand out in his direction and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your help,"I can't call back exactly. Then I stepped back into the swarm. Now I was really adhere. Mr. sander could run away in terror, outcry at me to get dressed, or do have it off 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 unintelligent.

Doug Sanders

I now know what people mean when they say your animation flashes before your centre. A million reasonableness why I should yell to Brittany that I'm leaving. Years of playing by the rules, clawing my way to the bottom as a gym teacher. Never making any undulation, passing through animation unnoticed, which was my goal. Then the future flashed through my head. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the niggling girl I fucked. My mug dig in the newspaper. Sobbing, apologizing, begging the court for mercy. I couldn't get that song by The constabulary 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 world. zippo else mattered.

I started ripping off my clothes. My inflexible peter 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. Brittany was waiting for me. She smiled.

Brittany

The steam parted in forepart of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his oversized watch. He was sporting the first difficult prick I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those erotica star cocks. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those fiend shaft ( although I know now ) ! The sight of his hard tool made me forget everything I imagined I would do in this minute. I could only gaze at his cock 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 wall. The cold concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his trunk. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. Mr. Sanders held my coat of arms over my head and thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was much marvelous than I was, so I could feel his cock pressed against my tummy and his pendulant balls getting wet against my pussy lips.

I still remember that kiss. Not my first kiss, but the one that makes me wet every time I think about it. The warm water running down our dead body, the steam bead like sweat on our faces. His body pressed against me. Feeling his hammer pounding against my abdomen. Feeling my hard nipples disappear into his thorax hair. My limb pinned to the paries. The opinion of him just taking controller of me.

He released his osculation from my lips and ventured down to my neck, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my arms which I flung around his cervix. He put his mitt under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my nipple into his oral fissure. I wrapped my legs around his shank. Now the shaft of his cock was sliding between my cunt lips and rubbing my clit. I grabbed his hair's-breadth and held my knocker in his oral fissure. I never thought my consistence could experience so good, feel so alive ! His pecker rubbing my clitoris was more than I could take.

"Oh God yes ! Oh God yes ! What are you….aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH !"My trunk exploded with the most amazing coming. I thought I knew how to touch myself, how to puddle myself cum, but his hard shaft stroking my clit took me to the next tier. It was howling ! Taking one hand from around his neck, I reached between my legs and wrapped my finger around my first pecker. Mr. smoother had a nice cock. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inches. I don't know. It was just the first, and therefore the bighearted dick I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock severely, but still whippy. Throbbing in my manus. I began stroking the length of his tool slowly. Now it was his turn of events to moan.

"Oh oh geeez brit. Oh God that feels so unspoiled. Oh God…"Mr. Sanders panted, his middle closed to concentrate on the feeling of teenage fingerbreadth playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. smoother ? Does it sense good ? order me how to make you feel good. instruct me how to rival you. I want to learn."I could sense my succus wetting his shaft, making my hired hand slide easily along his throbbing dick.

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

As much as I loved watching porn, as practically as I lusted after Mr. drum sander, I still wasn't sure that I would actually ask his dick in my rima oris and suck it when the time came. I didn't want to count stupid and gag on his turncock or choke coil on his spermatozoan. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my leg from around his hips, sad to terminate his beautiful dick from caressing my pussy lip. I was going to get on my genu to put his peter down my pharynx, but Mr. Sanders had former idea. He had his hands under my ass and lifted me off the soil and carried me over by one of the window Belle Miriam Silverman. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the panoptic windowsill. He put one of my legs over each berm and came face to grimace 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 left second joint, starting at the knee and slowly—slowly—working his way up my second joint towards my snatch. My succus were practically pouring out of my pussy, I was so wet. I could feel my warm juices start to surcharge my ass.

After an agonizingly long meter, Mr. Sanders'mouth was within inches of my aching snatch. I needed my pussy in his mouth so badly I was going to explode. Finally his head is squarely between my legs. I can feel his hot breath on my shaved pussy. His nuzzle copse against my lips. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his oral fissure. I grab his hair and try to tug his top dog into my crotch, but he is too solid. He kisses my pussy brim gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my right second joint. My pussy is on fervor. 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 right thigh.

"Frustrate me. loosen me. puddle me waitress. 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 wink 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 aid has returned to my pussy, his sass just brushing against my wet twat back talk.

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the unfermented pussy you've had in your older roll in the hay life !"

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

"OK ! OK ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE punch MY PUSSY ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

Without another sound, he plunged his spit between my cunt lips, with the tip of his glossa landing place on my engorged clit. He swirled his glossa around my clitoris twice making me cum instantly. It felt like the top of my head blew off. I don't even have it away how to compose the auditory sensation that came out of my mouth. A cross between a howl and a primordial scream. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. sander kept torturing my button with his tongue, swirling around the base, flicking his natural language along the bottom of the trivial knob of physical body, sucking it into his mouthpiece, holding it gently with his teeth while his lovesome wet lingua had its way with my fairly little clitty. I was like a wild animal, holding his pilus in both my men, pulling his head into my fork, my hips trying to thrust my twat 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 jazz how he was doing it, I just know I didn't want him to hold back. I almost told him right there that I would be his sex slave forever.

Doug Sanders

I'll admit it. I love eating snatch. I am order I am quite beneficial at it, way above average a few have said. But I was not prepared for Breiz's reaction to having my tongue in her movement hole. I was mean, I made her beg, licking and eating her thigh and just touching her pussy with my sassing. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that time she was so awaken, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 second base or so. She was riding my nerve hard, using her pelvis to have intercourse my face with her puss. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's pussy was dripping wet, so wet my face was quickly coated with her succus. And she tasted yummy. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The Angle was perfective tense. I wonder if the guy who designed these locker room back in the 50s had pussy licking in mind when he put the wide window sills at berm height. I could bear there and lick her twat for 60 minutes 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 have a go at it her pussy before I shot my encumbrance. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't clear that dropping my loading in her kitty was a sealed route to paternity. But I didn't see her next move coming.

Brittany

"seed here. I want to sleep with you."Mr. sander removed his drenched case from my kitty and started to slide 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 quaternary. I did the splits to lower my ass down to his brass spirit level. Spreading my legs like that also spread my ass completely. I could find the steam on my asshole. I felt him grab my rosehip.

"Lick my arse please. I want to finger your natural language on my asshole."

My asking was met with silence. Maybe he was startled or confused. Or maybe he was grossed out and trying to figure out what to evidence me. I wanted him to be able 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 bring it. It hurt some at outset, but it felt unspoiled after my bum relaxed. Mr. drum sander'cock was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to fuck me wherever he wanted so I would pack it.

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

"Breiz. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His hands were still on my rosehip. I could sense the warm steam and his hot breathing spell on my anus. I wanted his tongue 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 lingo from my pornography watching ).

With that, I felt his warm up knife rimming my arsehole. It felt wonderful.

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

Doug Sanders

That one just blew me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of path I wanted to, I love ass. And Brittany had a prissy firm rocking thoroughgoing ass. Of course she did, she was a hot as red cent teenager. How does she know about rimming ? I was 35 when I first heard about it. Thought it was earthy until I tried it. virtually women my age don't want it won't do it.

But here is this gorgeous, mysterious Whitney Young girl putting her ass in my face and telling me to eat it. I am sure this is another few years in clink and another beating from her dad. But Bretagne has this beautiful, pale puckered asshole. An motherfucker that just pray to be licked.

I stick out my tongue and poke that wondrous anus. It tastes scrumptious. And the muscles of her anatomical sphincter tighten just a bit when I pass my lingua over her anal opening. I grab her hips and get out her closer. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass cheeks. I see Brittany is playing with her puss while I suck on her pert little bum hole.

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

"Mr. Sanders, My God, that was…I don't even know ! That was…"and Brittany just collapsed in a round of giggles. I chuckled myself as I kissed her sweet ass.

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

Brittany was still on hands and knees on the windowsill, her ass still by my face. I was going to jail, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my index digit in my mouth and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum gob. Her sphincter muscle tightened at number one, resisting my finger, but it slowly relaxed and my finger slid inside her.

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

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

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

I slid my fingerbreadth out of her asshole and slipped my tongue into her ass before her petite maw slammed shut. I couldn't go too inscrutable, but Brittany could finger the tip of my warm tongue in her anus.

"Oh my God…oh my god…"Brittany sighed as I tonguefucked her perfect ass. She took one hand to play with her clitoris while my fingerbreadth massaged the spot inside her cunt. All of that input sent her over the edge.

"Ohhhhh…"she moaned quietly."Ohhhh…I love that. Ohhhhh…"When she came to her senses, she slid off of my fingerbreadth and tongue."I want your cock now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding flair was actually variety of hot. I still had a picayune sense.

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

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

"No, britt, 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 make undoubtedly been the most epic poem ass fuck of my life. But really. She's still a tiro no affair how much porn she's watched.

"Okay, future clip,"she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her leg around my hips."Just extract out before you cum."Women always think that is easier than it really is.

Did she just say"succeeding clip ?"

Brittany

Geez, this guy licks my pussy, eats my ass, and can you believe he refuses to fuck my ass and deterrent at fucking my pussy ? Sometimes you just have to take in matter into your own hands. I jumped up on his pelvis, so his cock was veracious under my kitty. I didn't do all this not to get have sex. I just told him to pull out. Duh. Like, who's a beginner and who's the old guy ?

I grab his shaft and guide it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his cock was form of midst in my hand, but it feels enormous as it stretches my pussy as I slide down onto him. I must have looked surprise, maybe a picayune panic-stricken, as it seemed for a secondly like he was too big for my tight young pussy. But God made men and cleaning lady to fuck. Doug steps forward, puts my back against the paries and button. We both grunt, moan or cry out, or all three as his cock stretches me and slides inside. I felt a bit like I was going to divide in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for months. Mr. Sanders, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new sensations for me. He starts sliding his cock in my pussy, maybe only an column inch or so at a time.

"Nice and slow up, infant. We got clip. Let me fuck your tight niggling pussy."His strokes continued slowly, maybe sliding a little more cock each time. I still get super wet when I think about how that first cock felt.

"Uh-huh,"was about all I could total up with in answer, maybe not even that a great deal. Doug's screwing had my consistence humming like a guitar string, I don't know how else to key out it. Then I felt his stopcock withdraw completely from my kitty, before he thrust it back inside me again, slowly but forcefully. I'm sure my eyes widened again, or I made a shocked sound. I don't know. I was only paying tending to his cock.

"flavor me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his full length out of my slit and pushing it back forcefully."Take it a bit harder Britt."With that he slammed his cock back inside me really hard, ramming my renal pelvis into the concrete paries behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That last thrust tingled every brass ending in my consistency as his dick slid along the slick bulwark of my pussy. I imagined it giving off arc. I knew my pussy juices were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no boost. His thrusts slammed me into the wall each metre, each time bringing me skinny 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 fret appeared on his brow and lip. I felt his perspiration dripping onto my chest and breasts.

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

"Do you know,"Doug panted,"Do you screw how screwball you have been making me ? Odd clip to start a conversation.

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

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

"Make me cum…make me cum…make me cum…"Doug's cock was amazing. Hit all the right maculation. Perfectly. I was going to cum.

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my body erupted in a glorious coming. I saw stars. My toes curled. My back arched. My nipples have never been so hard. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his cock out of my cunt and lowers my foundation to the ground. Don't stop…

"good turn around. turn over. Hands against the wall."Doug grabs a big handful of my hair's-breadth, puts the head of his cock against my kitty-cat and slowly pushes gruelling inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my whisker. Hard. It hurts. I want him to draw it harder. In this position, his cock hits all new spots, or hits old ace with a different function of his dick. I cum immediately.

"holy place shit ! Holy shit ! Mmmmm ! Jesus !"I felt a wave of intense tingling, the only way to describe it, emanating from my cunt. I could barely remain standing. It was beyond de***********ion. Suddenly Doug pulls out of my snatch.

"britt I am going to cum !"I want it. I want his jizz on me in me somewhere. I drop to my knees and catch Doug's stopcock. It is wet and slick from my pussy and it slides easily in my deal. He is practically delirious.

"Oh God brit. I'm going to cum…I'm going to cum…"I had all sorts of plans of what I would do at this instant ; let him cum in my mouth, let him cum on my tits or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His cock pulsed in my hand and a huge stream of cum hits my face and runs down onto my tit. Another. And another. I open up my mouth and catch one of the streams in my mouth. It's warm and it's sticky and gustatory sensation like the ocean. I love it. I close my eyes to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my brass. My impertinence, my forehead, my mouth, my hair. I have cum everywhere on my nerve. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my face. I was wrong. I fucking jazz it. His warm cum is running down my side. Some into my mouthpiece, some dripping onto my titmouse, some falling to the level. My outset facial and it is superb.

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

"You look gorgeous. hot affair I've ever seen."He leans over and kisses me, licking his cum from my mouth. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my wind and puts it in my mouth. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a baby robin begging for some Sir Thomas More cum from his tongue. Then he kisses me hard, his tongue in my mouth, his mightily mitt gripping my bantam ass. I have never forgot that import. Doug steps towards the raging showers, still billowing steam. He takes my hand.

"Let's get cleaned up."

Bretagne

After Mr. Sanders fucked me in the shower that night, we had to spiel it cool. Now we didn't make eye middleman at praxis, I stopped playing plot with my towel whenever he came through the girls'cabinet room. Looking back on it, our behavior had changed so much people must ingest known that we fucked.

I kinda thought that night in the shower would be a one-time thing, scratch an itch, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one nighttime after practice and talked about how wrong that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the outline of his stiff throbbing cock through his short, and my drip pussy made a obtrusive wet daub on my spandex short pants. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were proud to sustain resisted. At to the lowest degree I was.

summer basketball rolled around, meaning traveling tourney around the domain. My parents were interfering with their work, and thought it was so nice that Mr. smoother volunteered to drive me to the off tournament. We pretended we were cool. We weren't.

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

The drive started out okay. We talked about the day's opponent, teammate and the like. I caught him stealing coup d'oeil, so I hiked my dress when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. smoother was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so grueling it must ingest hurt. I put my behind back and put my feet up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my human knee. The dress slid up my thighs. If my legs weren't together my snatch would have been exposed. The tight top of the apparel displayed my severe pap, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

Mr. Sanders was notably distracted by now."Britt, you better cover up before we break our promise to each other."

"Oh come on Doug, when you volunteered to postulate me to these games, tell 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 ripe in the dust long ago. And loved it. Didn't you ?"

"Of course I did."Mr. drum sander was visibly sweating now, and no amount of adjusting his pants could hide his stiff hammer."But we should cool off it. We could both get in trouble."

"You can cool it if you want. I don't want to."With that I spread my genu a bit and slid my hand between my legs. I was already really wet and my finger slid easily between my labia, stopping to massage my throbbing clitoris."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could feel the orgasm get-go to build.

Mr. drum sander almost drove off the route he was so centre on me."Britt, we can't, we shouldn't…"

"Ahhhhh ! Fuuucckk !"I yelled as the orgasm took over my torso. I have to allow 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 get out out your hammer before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a petty surprised, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pants off pulling the left side, then the right side until his beautiful cock was bobbing in his lap. I never got a smell at his dick in the visible light, but now I saw it was a nice one, not huge, maybe six inch, but pretty dense. No wonder it stretched my virgin kitty-cat so wide. Mr. Sanders kept both hands on the roulette wheel, staring neat ahead at the route. His cock danced with his pulsation, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my tail bash and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"Stop talking,"I said as I took the node of his cock in my rima oris and swirled my spit around the head. I loved the taste of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that night in the shower. Mr. smoother groaned loudly as I pushed his tool as far down my pharynx as I could, which was n't very far. I gagged a small and slid him out of my mouth. I used my tongue to clobber his quill from balls to tip. His dick danced a little each time my tongue flicked the head. He was breathing heavily.

"God Britt, that feels so fucking amazing ! Where'd you learn to go down like that ?"

"porn. Lots of porn,"I laughed. I reached between his legs and lifted his balls from between his legs. If his shaft was a little above average, he had the most beautiful orchis I have ever seen. Large testis, sack that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your mouth when you sucked one into your mouth. I licked and bit his sacque while slowly stroking his cock. When I took one of his balls into my mouth, I could feel more precum run down my hired man. His shaft was oozing that mellisonant juice.

I felt him attain down my spinal column and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and pussy. He wet his finger and put it on my arse like he was going to finger fuck my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprisal, as he pulled his finger away. I took his ball out of my oral cavity long enough to say

"It's okay Doug, play with anything you want. You know I'll do anything."He'd moved on to fingering my pussy, and now it was my turn to groan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth one-half total of ball. I dropped his nut and massaged his shaft of light more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet orgasm rolled through my torso, emanating from my clitoris to my head 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 beam. Not as thick but saltier, I thought to myself for no particular reason.

"We got ta do something about this,"Mr. Sanders muttered as I licked his throbbing prick like an ice cream strobile. Suddenly he takes his hand from my snatch, grabs a big handful of my hair and pushes my oral sex onto his cock. I was almost strangle, but I liked being told what to do.

"brit, you have to determine how to swallow all of my cock."Pulling my pilus harder, he pushed his dick farther down my pharynx. This time I gagged loudly and drooled some spit as he roughly pulled my head 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 route with a abandoned sign marking an abandoned campsite."This should do !"He smiled down at me as he tugged more on my skimpy dress, eventually pulling it off over my psyche. He threw my dress in the game seat 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 stain route with a naked underage girl in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the greatest ? You spent the hold up 90 mo teasing and taunting me, and now I am going to break you what you want. And what I want."

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

"Seriously ? Wow, this day just keeps getting better."Mr. Sanders turned right down a minute dirt road with a glade in its idle end. The car lurched to a stop.

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his shorts off the residuum of the way. I was naked except for my"fuck me"sandals, Mr. smoother had on a polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the front end of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to kiss him. Mr. Sanders had early plan as he grabbed my hair with one paw, pinned my arm behind me with the early and roughly stoop me over the goon of the car. The metal hood almost burned my pap, hot from the motor and the scorching summer sun.

"catch the cowl,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my hair. I grabbed the border of the hood. He lifted my wooden leg off the ground as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the cowl of a Toyota in the middle of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the pussy or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the voice where the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female child gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. Sanders. I hope I'm right. He held my ankles, my knees bent while I clung to the hood of the car. I was helpless. I loved it.

I heard his shoes scape on the crap as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his hammer button through my purulent mouth. He didn't say a parole. Suddenly with one huge jabbing, he is testicle deep in my cunt. The head of his dick is pushing against my cervix.

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

"You've been teasing me all day, wearing a skimpy dress and no underwear, playing with your pussy. You knew when you got in the car this daybreak that you wanted me to have intercourse you."Another hard stab into my pussy. I can reckon my twat juices dripping onto the car hood and running off onto the ground.

"Then give it to me Doug ! piece of ass me as hard as you can. burgeon forth your load inside me. I want to feel your cock."He starts sliding inside me just as strong, but not as far. He's trying not to hurt me. My foundation are off the flat coat, my head on the goon of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, make me cum. Make me cum heavily, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to encounter it cool in school day. It was uncanny, I wasn't in love, I didn't want to have his babies, but I wanted to have a go at it him so badly. Mr. drum sander falls into this nice rhythm method of birth control, pulling out then filling my puss. Sometimes his cock comes all the way out and he plays with my clit with the tip of his dick before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

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

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

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh screwing ! britt ! shtup !"One final push and I feel his cock erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to roll in the hay, but that first boot of cum in my pussy, his cock pulsing against the paries of my pussy, the streams of warm thick 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 second after he came, and he managed to ready me cum softly a duad times before he withdrew his cock and put my substructure on the priming. 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 cowl of the car, his spent stopcock still glistening with my juice. I sat adjacent to him, and for a mo we just watched the cum drip out of my slit 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 recount this is going to be a problem,"I said, semi seriously.

"What ?"Mr. Sanders said, suddenly serious and concerned.

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

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

"Oh inferno yeah. It's fine."I reached over and took his limp, but still gorgeous putz in my bridge player and began to stroke it softly.

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

"I know."Impulsively I hopped off the car bonnet and stood in battlefront of Mr. electric sander, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his dick with my tongue. I started at the knob, still oozing bits of cum, licked his shaft clean 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 cock, which had become semi hard again with all of the aid."There might be another freight in there after all."

"I wish,"Mr. drum sander said."I am drop child. Maybe we honorable scavenge up and get going."

A smashing idea flashed into my brain."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the hood, lying cheek up. I crawled up the tough on my hired man and knees. The hood was a mess between my juice and his cargo."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his head, straddling his face.

"You're not going to pee me eat…"he didn't get to finish his protest as I sat down hard on his face, covering his backtalk with my pussy. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his face, wiping cum and cunt juice all over his face. He grabbed my ass to guard me still, then started licking me from the substructure of my yap to the top of my slit. He stuck his spit oceanic abyss inside me, making me cum instantly. I had no mind 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 rest, but I was sure I didn't care. He licked my clit uninfected with farseeing slow chance event that made me grab his hair and defy his look in my slit. He licked my labia white, and even licked some of his cum from my intimate thighs. I was done counting how many metre he made me cum.

But now my pegleg were complete golosh, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the hood, totally be intimate stupid. I couldn't move. Mr. Sanders saw me staring into distance and went into the car. Soon he returned with a towel from his bag and started wiping me clean. He wiped my second joint, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to play a basketball game with some fashion plate's burden on my second joint, but… He cleaned my kitty gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his cock and balls of the residual of our fucking.

I peeled myself off of the car tough. Mr. Sanders was going to have a arduous fourth dimension explaining that hood to the car wash, but whatever. I was set over the back seat, retrieving my attire from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to have a strong prison term explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing hoops bowlegged ?"

"No, you will have to explicate to the girls in the locker room how your ass got so sunburned. ”