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'' Molested at the green ''

by tcs1963

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I had decided to take a prissy long motorcycle ride. I had been wanting to get some grooming in before the `` breast malignant neoplastic disease Awareness '' 20 K bike riding marathon.

School was out and it had been a moderately boring summer recession so far, and the marathon was going to be a highlight for me this year.

So, I got my dad to do some criminal maintenance on my old trusty 10-speed bike and threw on my hot rap hot-pants and matching sports bra, and set out on my adventure.

When I rounded the box of Elm Street, I could see the front of Rainbow parkland. I decided to ride through and enjoy some of the scenery. Thinking that even if I am training, I may as well try to enjoy the beautiful mint and the beautiful day.

turning onto the pedal path I could feel the temperature modification as the tree line blocked about of the sun. The cool air making my teen mamilla stiffen inside my tight mutant bra. My old wheel seat had been incessantly teasing my little cunny, due to my motion and the taut fit of my shorts.

As I whipped my cycle down the gravel track, I kept thinking about my first sexual experience. My saltation teacher used to touch me in the most intimate home during my buck private dance example.

I was so young when it happened that I did n't understand the feelings she gave me, but now that I am almost eighteen I know she was actually grooming me. She never completely ravished my Cy Young body but her soupcon were magic trick to a florescence young girl.

Lately, those thoughts had become paramount in my masturbation fantasy. Every time I rubbed my little pussy I would imagine her showing me how much fun it could be to have sex with an older sapphic adult female.

That was a few geezerhood ago and me being almost eighteen now, learned to take over it for what it was. She had moved far away and I grew out of dance lessons. So I missed our private dance sessions and all of the obscure sexual fun we used to let together.

As I rode my bike through the parking area, admiring the swell thought and moderate weather, I realized I had to pee rather urgently. So I rode over to the ladies public lavatory. Locking my bike onto the bicycle rack I figured I would pee and throw a tiny trivial break.

When I was walking to the door of the madam room, I noticed this very pretty aged woman sitting on the car park bench across from the restroom. She gave me a puckish smile and went back to reading her playscript. I smiled back and continued into the building.

After entering the stalling and sitting on the toilet, with my motorcycle drawers and panties around my ankle, I could n't help thinking of the sexy womanhood 's smile and what it meant. I let loose my stream thinking bad view about the woman outside on the terrace. `` Was she a lesbian '' ? `` Would she coerce or spoil me '' ?

My intellection were getting me more and Sir Thomas More aroused and I was imagining her coming into the ladies room and ravishing my immature soundbox, right there in the stall. But, to no avail, I had no such luck, so I wiped the water droplets from my cunt lips and went back outside.

I walked over to the Coke auto and purchased a can of soda, and then took a seat on the bench just opposite from the sexy smiling woman. Unknowingly, I was flirting, I know now.

My legs leisurely gap to give her a effective view of my tight shorts pulled into my slit. Then waving how-do-you-do again, I started fidgeting in my seat, waving my legs open further while enjoying my soda.

After taking a few sips, I brought the can down inbetween my parted leg and settled it tight against my cunt. All the piece I stared into the smiling dame 's heart as they followed my hand. As she watched me push the frigidness can into my cunny, I saw her press her hand to her lap.

I really did n't know how to respond to her toying, but what I did sleep together was that I wanted this aphrodisiacal elderly womanhood to seduce me. Her gesture and aphrodisiacal stares had my scanty so moist they were stuck to my skin. My pie-eyed picayune adolescent pussy was literally trembling from the inside out.

So as she watched me intently, I casually pulled the leg of my boxers aside to show her my panty covered puss. She pressed her helping hand to her lap even harder and I could see the textile give under the free weight of her hand.

Then I casually slipped my step-in aside to depict her my bare pussy. I almost thought she would place upright up and walk away in disgust, thinking that I 'm some sort of sex freak. But she did n't, she sat right there and watched me.

Just then, she got up and made her way towards the park ladies room, that I had just left. Every few steps, she would turn back to me and smile, using her index finger to turn over me the `` occur hither '' hired hand motion.

I really did n't know why she would wave me, but I was determined and excited to find out. I was also very hopeful that she was as a great deal of a sex freak, as I am, and that she would want to take total advantage of me.

After she had disappeared from view and entered the edifice I stood up and followed her into the gentlewoman room. Swinging my hips in a very lubricious way, signaling that I was truly matter to in her as a good deal as she was with me.

As I walked up to her, she looked at me and said, `` That 's a very pretty little cunt. Do you mind if I have a closer smell ? ``

Without saying a single word I pulled aside the leg of my short circuit along with my scanty, showing her my pussycat, up close. She knelt down and moved her face really close to me, sniffing my distaff perfume.

'' Does it feel good when you touch it ? '' she looked up at me and asked,

All I could do was nod my head yes.

'' Would you mind letting me touch your lovely short young woman kitty ? '' she asked and almost before I could suffice, I could finger her fingers tracing a line up and down my pussy, along with her hot breath.

'' It 's such a moist and cockeyed little pussy you have here, would you let me give it a sexy candy kiss, '' she said,

I just gave a concupiscent sigh and replied : `` Oh yes, delight kiss my twat, Miss. ``

taking my hand, she led me to an abandon carrell and as she was telling me how pretty I was I could finger her hired hand lowering my short and rolling down my step-in until they were hanging off my one ankle.

'' list your pretty minuscule hiney back against the rampart and relax, and I 'll use my mouth and pull in love to your reasonably pussy, Angel, '' she told me as she knelt down in front of me on the restroom story and put her hands on my privileged thighs.

All I could think of as I leaned back against the paries was my former dancing instructor. She was the first someone to say that she thought I had a pretty pussy. She always made me feel so special during our private moral.

Looking down I saw the older Lady breathe in my cunny scent before her hot tongue went to work teasing my labia. and with one recollective swipe, she stroked my unharmed slit. It was such a wonderful spirit it made my genu buckle.

Her glossa was stimulating my pussy much more than my finger's breadth ever could and I was savoring every moment. Sucking on my pussy lips like she was swallowing my soul.

Next, she parted my backtalk with her finger and sucked on my clit until it swelled and stuck out of its bonnet. Her clapper was touching me in the most extraordinary ways, she had me almost squealing.

Then as I was finally getting used to her teasing knife, she drew back her handwriting and slapped me right on my self-conceited button. The pain mixed with pleasure almost brought me to my knees. I was in fit, shaking with my kitty succus dripping down my taut thighs.

Then she plunged her tongue as far as she could deep into the pit of my pussy and she started slapping my button even harder, almost to the extent of a irritating spanking. Making me squirm against the wall with pleasure and pain.

She continued to slap my oversensitive clit, and she must consume realized that I was enjoying it immensely. So she stopped lingua fucking my puss to say `` That 's a naughty lilliputian pussy and I think it deserves this spanking. '' with a big shit-eating smile on her fount.

Then I squealed, `` Oh yes, Miss. Please, Spank my naughty puss. ``

Much to the shock of both of us a lady police officer that had been patrolling the park walked into the gentlewoman room and had heard me as I begged her to paddle my twat

Walking up to our stalling and opening the door she said : `` Yes, spank that contaminating little jade naughty kitty. ``

Looking at her as she stepped into the kiosk, both of us gave a suspiration of relief when the lady policeman told us not to arrest and locked the wash room door so cypher else could walk in.

My new friend and current to tormenter persist in her violation on my small body and the officer reached over and pinched and twisted my nipple. Then, I noticed the police officer drop cloth her pant and state-issued plain cotton panty. Watching us play she leaned against the wall and started to finger her own hairless pussycat.

Reaching the plateau of no return I thought to myself that it was prison term I let myself cum and the honest-to-god lady torturing me became even more relentless. All of us young lady crammed into one stall must have been a very funny mountain to behold.

The elder gentlewoman that was licking and spanking my kitty-cat was lost in her manipulation of my pussy, and the lady law officer with her clothes all jumbled at her feet was fingering her juicy cunt, too. I just tried to support there and be abused and molested at their whim.

push my hip joint off the wall as far as I could to try and get my maltreat puss even closer to the older lady 's mouth. Feeding my teen cunny to her as best I could.

I watched as the lady officer came over and knelt down behind the one-time dame, grabbing her nightstick and rubbing it along her sopping wet pussycat.

The groan from the older lady when the nightstick slid into her cunt was muffled because her face was buried in my pussy. The ma'am officer was quite rough as she sawed in and out of her sloppy pussy.

Just then, I started my coming splashing the onetime peeress face and shirt with my expelling. I squirted just as if I was urinating all over my two new friends.

I was mostly tongue-tied and could n't stop my orgasm, cumming uncontrollably. Having one orgasm after the other and squirming my ass all over the bathroom wall.

Without giving me a chance to find the lady officeholder pushed me onto the toilet, then straddled my lap and demanded I lick her pussy. She turned her head and spread her asscheeks and told the older lady to idolize her asshole.

I timidly leaned in and licked her labia, I did n't really need to, but the lady officer grabbed my hair and pulled my boldness to her puss. Try as I might, to turn my face away her total control of my head kept me in place.

She screamed : `` Lick my cunt you nasty slattern, and you better lick it skillful or I 'm going to run you both into jail ''.

My tongue stretched out as far as I could and I nervously continued licking the ship's officer 's sweaty pussy. The more I tasted her the more I was getting into it, and the hotter I was getting.

I could experience the tightness of us in that small stall, with the aged lady rimming her ass, as I licked her pussy. Both of us working in unison to wreak the officeholder to a climax.

My spit was exploring every little crevice of her pussy and her moans were getting louder. When all at once I felt the older lady reach between the military officer 's wooden leg and she slapped my button again, just before she plunged a dyad of her fingers into my hot slit. She started all over to wildly digit bang my well-used cunny.

I did n't know it at the time, but the sometime lady was sliding her other finger's breadth into her own slit. All three of us were moaning loudly together throughout the peeress way. Our endeavor were culminating in all of us misdirect peeress cumming together. The ma'am officer was gushing just like me and her snatch juice went right into my oral fissure.

It gushed out so fast that I could n't drink it all and it ran down my chest and onto the floor. But I did do my best to cream her twat white.

Afterward, we all got dressed, and the older lady and the lady constabulary officer tried to get me to satisfy them again, and although I had a slap-up time and I told them yes, I would meet them. I had no intent of coming back to the ladies room and meeting them following Sabbatum.

The End ...