Breiz's Story

Doug Sanders :

You know, I always led a quiet liveliness. I was a gym teacher, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any woman would consider a catch. I have kept my consistence fit, muscular, kind of ripped. So much meliorate than the other guy cable my age or even unseasoned. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girlfriends along the way, lived with a pair, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite private girls'school. The miss are in their teenage old age, which are tough. thug geezerhood. Hormones are starting to storm, bodies have been changing, and the miss are learning how to use their sexuality on boys, while the boys are learning about blue lump.

Lots of the girls flirted with me over the eld, mostly trying out their seam 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 condition and asked me to coach the schooling basketball team in addition to my gym social class. Seems one of my female fellow needed an emergency leave. The head only offered an duplicate couple sublime for the new workplace, 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 have gym teachers of the face-to-face sex. When I needed to get to the billet inside the locker way, I would bang on the door and monish them I was coming in in 30 s. This would result in practically squealing and banging of locker doors as the girls tried to cover up before I entered ( I doubt this arrangement would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The instant day of category I went through the practice to enrol my position. I got inside the locker elbow room and headed for the bureau doorway. There was a lady friend standing by the threshold, clad in her tight spandex gym clothes. Our optic met for a import. I think she saw me count her tight offspring organic structure up and down. She smiled. I saw her glance at my cock ( under control inside my UnderArmors ) which made me go silly, crystallise my pharynx nervously and flush. She stifled a giggle.

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

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

"Ah, good. Yes. Brittany. wellspring. We'll start in a few minutes. Head out to the gym."Bretagne smiled at my discomfort and bounced past me towards the door. I watched her perfective tense little ass bounce out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my part, 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 cock. I was so fucking hard. If I didn't have to teach class I'd have gone and beat off to excuse the pressure.

What the Hell happened ? Have you ever met individual and from the moment you met you just knew you were going to fuck ? Not aspirant thinking. No question. You are going to sleep with that individual. And maybe they have the Same flavour. But something changed for me. In all my years being around such girl I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Brittany.

And she was less than half my age.

Breiz :

Sometimes you look back on affair you did in your living and guess,"What the Hell was I doing ?"And if you're lucky, you have one you look back on and guess,"That was gross. Just perfect."I have one of those.

It was high shoal. I mean shit, richly school ! Who has a sodding experience in high school shoal ? I guess you could say I was an early on flub. I never had a growth spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curves, and getting scores of aid from the boy after school. I hated it. They were such immature hindquarters. They started giving me nicknames like"Boobany,"“ Brittany Boobs,"or just"Boobs."I was tired of hearing commentary like"You would win any battle with those load,"or"I wish those headlamp were in my garage."I couldn't lecture back, it would just advance them.

So I didn't go to parties or socialise a great deal. Played basketball with my friends, boys and daughter. The son looked at me, but they were acquaintance, they didn't join in with the nagging. But I loved how my body was developing. Nice boob, long shapely legs and a cunning bum. I took some naked selfies in the mirror, but I never sent them to anyone. I also started spending meter alone in my room, looking at porn on the internet and playing with my pussy. No one had ever had"the lecture"with me, so I only had a vague notion of what they were doing. The first clip 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 hold back going back and watching that picture over and over ?

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

We had gym class on the second or third base day. We had a backup man, Mr. electric sander, a male gym teacher ! The daughter were all excited at the scandal of it all, all whispers and giggles. I didn't care, I loved gym year and planned to try out for the hoops squad, which Mr. smoother was going to train. Doesn't hurt to be well-disposed with the manager before audition.

Mr. sander had to punt on the door and hollow he was coming in to the cabinet room. The picayune girls would all scream and run and cover up. I thought it was my chance to say hi to the handler, so I finished getting my gym wearing apparel on and stood by his place door. Mr. Sanders hurried in, averting his middle from the screaming lady friend, but he stopped short when he saw me by his doorway. 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 torso, which I was already used to from men. All that porn made me glimpse at his package. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said goodbye and headed out to the gym to await for class to start. I bent down to retie my snitch and something dripped to the floor.

My pussy was dripping wet.

Doug electric sander

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

I was feeling like such a perv. Breiz was so young. Too young. Like five years in prison too vernal. Suppose I could get a wife in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting import out of my intellect. I was going to hump her. I had to.

basketball tryout happened and Breiz made the squad easily. A fine shooting 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 play. Really close. Like her second joint up against mine while I talked. Sometimes she rubbed her thigh a little against mine while I talked. I think she knew that made me fall back my place and start stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One time I was designating her to take the dead reckoning and I absentmindedly put my deal on her naked second joint. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my script with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A twain times when I was going into the locker room after praxis, the rest of the lady friend were in the shower. Brittany was at her storage locker, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a smile and put one leg up on the bench, causing the towel to light away from her back, exposing her middling footling bum. She was embarrassed or feigned overplus, but she wasn't that quick to embrace up. And she always smiled at me when she was done. After those encounters I practically ran to the men's exhibitor to jack off. This fille was driving me mad.

And why not ? She was a raven-haired beauty, getting more beautiful by the day as her trunk developed. Beautiful with an air of enigma about her. She was happy and friendly and could do the female child following door thing, but you could never severalise what she was thinking. labour me bollock. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'3"( I always put 5'6"on the squad roster ). Her fuzz was long, down to her waistline. I could imagine grabbing a fistful of that silky hairsbreadth and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also envisage using that tomentum to stroke my cock and ballock and shooting a load of jizz into her hair. Nice young firm breasts and yes…a marvelous ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. Legs 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 backchat. When she made a enceinte play, I would holler"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Breiz, to avoid that tending, 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 locker rooms were form of outdated. The main footlocker room had grizzly rusty footlocker, hoar base, exhibitor with reveal piping and no ventilation for the steam. There were across-the-board window sills about shoulder tallness and frosted windows at the vertebral column. It was too hard to reach them and they were rusted unopen anyway. Soap and shampoo gathered on the window sills. There was also a small locker way on the other position of the gym for manful coaches and staff.

I was in the men's'exhibitioner one day after practice stroking a massive hard on trying to get Brittany out of my thinker. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted somebody's body airstream into my manus to lubricate my pecker. I was startled by a voice 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 dead body wash. It's too expensive"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Brittany. You're in here spanking the scalawag because you can't shtup Brittany."

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

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

"Ed, I…"

"roll in the hay who you want Doug, Brittany is a doll. Just arrive at sure 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.

Brittany

I don't know if I've ever really been in love. Maybe it is what they call pup dearest. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. Sanders. I didn't want to marry him and have his child. 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 game practice was excruciation. I just wanted to affect him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the seat next to him during the prison term outs. Our thighs would touch and it was electric. He didn't pull away. I would get so distracted I couldn't survey what he was telling us to do. And my snatch got so wet when we touched. My clitoris ached for easement. Once when I was out of the game I was able to incite my ass on the terrace so the spandex rubbed my clitoris and I came right there. It was awesome. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will render 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 time I looked his way, he was giving me that look. Every. Time. I don't know how we won so many plot that time of year. I started calling him"Old Man."I think it made him harder.

I decided I wanted to jazz him. I didn't think he would get up the nerve to move on me, so I planned to get him to move on me. I watched some more porn so I wouldn't look dullard. All those things I thought were double-dyed six calendar month ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. drum sander doing it to me. Even anal retentive. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to smart. Now I was sliding my finger's breadth into my asshole in the rain shower to see how it felt. I'd child's play with my clit and bunghole at the same time to see if I could cum like that. I could. It was mad. I barely understood what sex was and now I was obsessed with it.

I had to resile my program. Either Mr. Sanders would fuck 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 immure. 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. zero short circuit of Brittany rejecting me was going to stop me.

Total strangers 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 routine 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 whole point."

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

"Here's what I see. Every time a girl takes a shot, you follow the ball to see if it goes in, or who gets the leaping. When your 23 takes a shot, 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 assuredness. Crap. Crap. horseshit.

That night was raining pretty punishing, and I let the crew go right after the plot. They needed to get plate safe. Some streets were flooding and some parts of township had lost power. It didn't thing where I slept. But I had to put away the score board equipment, urinate sure enough all the outside doors were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the young lady'locker room to get my gear out of my billet. The locker room was empty. But there was a noise. I could hear the exhibitioner running in the book binding 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 plate while I could.

I turned the corner and stopped cold. Every shower was on, every window was undefendable. The cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot water making a fatheaded cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a person. A fille. A shapely girl. Her back was to me. Long dark whisker to her waist. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her hired man was between her legs, playing with her pussy. Then the steam took her forth again.

I was frozen. A million thinking raced through my brain, but I can't remember a single one. I thought I was glacial solid, but I must let made some interference. The material body turned its head towards me. It was Brittany. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that grinning that had enslaved me. She turned her organic structure towards me and took a footmark closer. Just enough to thin the steam around her. She looked like an angel 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 hired hand. 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 dramatic than I planned. I made sure everyone else had gone, and rushed to spread the windows and ferment the rain shower on boiling hot to make a swarm of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. Sanders was going to discover or come back to the showers. I was going to palpate pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam cascade for an minute 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 clit to get some relief. But I was super horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. sander had to get into his office off the girls'locker room, I guess, and he came back to the exhibitioner. His sneakers squeaked on the wet floor, so I knew mortal was behind me, and he was the solely one left in the building ( Had it been a janitor I would have fainted ). I looked over my articulatio humeri at the speech sound and almost abound out laughing. Mr. Sanders'face was this compounding of shock, desire and affright. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to give him a push button, so I stepped closer to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my hand out in his direction and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your help,"I can't recollect exactly. Then I stepped back into the cloud. Now I was really sting. Mr. smoother could run away in holy terror, yell at me to get dressed, or follow 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 than and more stupid.

Doug Sanders

I now know what people mean when they say your life history New York minute before your heart. A million reasons why I should yell to Brittany that I'm leaving. long time of performing by the rules, clawing my way to the bottom as a gym teacher. Never making any waves, passing through sprightliness unnoticed, which was my finish. Then the future flashed through my head. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the little girl I fucked. My mug shot in the newspaper publisher. Sobbing, apologizing, begging the court for mercy. I couldn't get that call by The police from repeating in my caput. No doubt I knew what I should do. I should run. I should go. I know that. But I wanted Breiz in that present moment Thomas More than anything in the humans. null else mattered.

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

I stepped straight into the warm steam. Brittany was waiting for me. She smiled.

Brittany

The steam parted in front of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his outsize spotter. He was sporting the initiative hard stopcock I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those pornography star dick. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those monster pecker ( although I know now ) ! The sight of his hard tool made me blank out everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only stare at his pecker and smile.

Mr. Sanders 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 rampart with his body. 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 shove his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was much improbable than I was, so I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach and his pendulant testicle getting wet against my pussy backtalk.

I still remember that kiss. Not my first-class honours degree candy kiss, but the one that makes me wet every clock time I think about it. The warm water running down our bodies, the steam beadwork like stew on our faces. His dead body pressed against me. Feeling his cock throbbing against my tummy. Feeling my severely mamilla disappear into his chest hair. My weaponry pinned to the wall. The touch sensation of him just taking ascendency of me.

He released his candy kiss 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 neck. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my mammilla into his lip. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Now the ray of light of his cock was sliding between my pussy lips and rubbing my clit. I grabbed his haircloth and held my bosom in his mouth. I never thought my body could feel so good, feel so animated ! His dick rubbing my clit was Sir Thomas More than I could take.

"Oh God yes ! Oh God yes ! What are you….aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH !"My body exploded with the most amazing sexual climax. I thought I knew how to partake myself, how to make myself cum, but his punishing dig stroking my clit took me to the adjacent level. It was fantastic ! Taking one hand from around his neck, I reached between my legs and wrapped my fingers around my first cock. Mr. Sanders had a nice cock. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inches. I don't know. It was just the first of all, and therefore the biggest peter I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. rock gruelling, but still elastic. Throbbing in my mitt. I began stroking the length of his cock slowly. Now it was his turn to moan.

"Oh oh geeez Britt. Oh God that feels so good. Oh God…"Mr. Sanders panted, his centre closed to reduce on the tactual sensation of teenage digit playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. electric sander ? Does it feel unspoiled ? Tell me how to stimulate you find unspoiled. Teach me how to meet you. I want to learn."I could feel my juices wetting his barb, making my hand slide easily along his throbbing dick.

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

As much as I loved watching pornography, as much as I lusted after Mr. electric sander, I still wasn't sure that I would actually take his dick in my oral fissure and suck up it when the time came. I didn't want to expect stupid and gag on his cock or choke on his sperm. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my legs from around his hips, sad to break his beautiful cock from caressing my pussy rim. I was going to get on my knees to put his cock down my throat, but Mr. drum sander had other estimate. He had his bridge player under my ass and lifted me off the background and carried me over by one of the window sill. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the wide windowsill. He put one of my branch over each berm and came face to fount with my twat, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me aright then and there, but again he had other theme. 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 thigh towards my cunt. My juice were practically pouring out of my cunt, I was so wet. I could sense my warm juices start to gazump my ass.

After an agonizingly longsighted fourth dimension, Mr. sander'sassing was within inches of my aching pussy. I needed my pussy in his mouth so badly I was going to irrupt. Finally his fountainhead is squarely between my legs. I can feel his hot breath on my trim kitty-cat. His nose brushes against my lips. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his mouth. I grab his hair's-breadth and try to push his head into my crotch, but he is too inviolable. He kisses my kitty backtalk gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my ripe thigh. My puss is on fire. I need his lip 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 adoration of my compensate thigh.

"Frustrate me. Tease me. stimulate 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 instant and smiling.

"You want me to beg ? You're going to draw me beg you to clobber my pussy ?"

"I can't shuffling you. Only if you want it. Then you'll beg."His attention has returned to my kitty-cat, his lips just brushing against my wet pussy lips.

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the freshest pussy you've had in your aged fucking 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 spicy still. I was about to go sick with desire.

"OK ! OK ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE slug MY twat ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

Without another sound, he plunged his tongue between my pussy lips, with the tip of his tongue landing on my overindulge clit. He swirled his spit around my clit twice making me cum instantly. It felt like the top of my head blew off. I don't even know how to publish the sound that came out of my lip. A cross between a howl and a primal scream. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. Sanders kept torturing my clit with his tongue, swirling around the root word, flicking his knife along the bottom of the little knob of flesh, sucking it into his mouth, holding it gently with his teeth while his warm wet tongue had its way with my jolly little clitty. I was like a wild animal, holding his hairsbreadth in both my hands, pulling his head into my crotch, my hip joint trying to thrust my pussycat into his mouth.

"Uhh ! Uhhh ! Yeah ! Do ! It ! Do ! It ! DO ! IT ! !"I was completely out of control. I had no idea my dead body could finger like that. I didn't bang how he was doing it, I just know I didn't want him to stop. 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 norm a few have said. But I was not prepared for Breiz's response to having my tongue in her battlefront hole. I was mean, I made her beg, licking and eating her thighs and just touching her slit with my lips. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that prison term she was so aroused, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 seconds or so. She was riding my aspect hard, using her hips to fuck my face with her pussy. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's pussy was dripping wet, so wet my facial expression was quickly coated with her juice. And she tasted delicious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was perfect. I wonder if the guy who designed these cabinet way back in the 50s had pussy licking in idea when he put the astray window sills at shoulder joint tallness. I could stand up there and lick her pussy for hours like that.

But I was getting gear up to fall apart too. Her enthusiasm for having her pussy eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to bang her pussy before I shot my load. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't understand that dropping my load in her pussy was a sealed route to fatherhood. But I didn't see her adjacent motion coming.

Brittany

"Come here. I want to fuck you."Mr. Sanders removed his drenched face from my slit 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 windowpane sill, turned around and got on all IV. I did the splits to lower my ass down to his face horizontal surface. Spreading my legs like that also spread my ass completely. I could find the steam on my arse. I felt him grab my coxa.

"lap my asshole please. I want to find your lingua on my asshole."

My request was met with quiet. 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 capable 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 on it. It hurt some at starting time, but it felt just after my bum relaxed. Mr. sander'tool was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to eff me wherever he wanted so I would take it.

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

"Bretagne. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His men were still on my pelvic girdle. I could feel the warm steam and his hot breathing time on my anus. I wanted his spit there. But I was embarrassed that he didn't seem to want 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 observance ).

With that, I felt his warm tongue rimming my shit. It felt wonderful.

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. Keep doing that…"I reached between my legs to act as with my clit. My torso was just vibrating…

Doug Sanders

That one just blew me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of line I wanted to, I love ass. And Brittany had a nice firm rocking double-dyed ass. Of form she did, she was a hot as grass teen. How does she know about rimming ? I was 35 when I first heard about it. Thought it was gross until I tried it. most women my age don't want it won't do it.

But here is this gorgeous, inscrutable youth female child putting her ass in my look and telling me to eat it. I am for certain this is another few years in jail and another beating from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered asshole. An asshole that just pray to be licked.

I stick out my knife and lick that fantastic anus. It tastes delicious. And the muscles of her sphincter muscle tighten just a bit when I pass my spit over her anal opening. I grab her rose hip and overstretch her closer. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass cheeks. I see Breiz is playing with her pussy while I suck on her pert little bum hole.

"Ohhhhh…"Brittany moaned as she used her pelvic girdle to campaign her asshole onto my lingua."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na make me cum…Mr. smoother !"Bretagne screamed"Oh my God !"as she came so hard she almost fell off the windowsill.

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

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

Brittany was still on hands and knees on the windowsill, her ass still by my grimace. I was going to put behind bars, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my index finger's breadth in my oral fissure and slowly pushed it against her puckered garden pink bum mess. Her sphincter tightened at first, resisting my finger, but it slowly relaxed and my fingerbreadth slid inside her.

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

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

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

I slid my finger out of her asshole and slipped my tongue into her ass before her tiny hollow slammed shut. I couldn't go too deep, but Brittany could find the tip of my warm spit in her anus.

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

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

"Britt, we don't have any tribute. 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, 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 birth undoubtedly been the most epic ass nookie of my life. But really. She's still a novice no subject how often porn she's watched.

"okay, next prison term,"she said as she wrapped her branch around my neck opening and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my hips."Just draw out out before you cum."fair sex always think that is easier than it really is.

Did she just say"next fourth dimension ?"

Brittany

Geez, this guy licks my puss, feed my ass, and can you believe he refuses to fuck my ass and rafter at fucking my slit ? Sometimes you just have to consider things into your own hands. I jumped up on his hips, so his shaft was right under my pussy. I didn't do all this not to get roll in the hay. I just told him to pull in out. Duh. Like, who's a tiro and who's the old guy ?

I grab his cock and manoeuver it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his cock was kind of thick in my hand, but it feels enormous as it stretches my pussy as I slide down onto him. I must have looked surprised, maybe a piffling panicked, as it seemed for a second like he was too big for my slopped Pres Young pussycat. But God made men and women to fuck. Doug steps forward, puts my back against the paries and pushes. We both grunt, moan or cry out, or all three as his pecker stretches me and slides inside. I felt a bit like I was going to split in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for calendar month. Mr. smoother, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new esthesis for me. He starts sliding his pecker in my pussycat, maybe only an in or so at a time.

"Nice and slow, baby. We got time. Let me get it on your tight little pussy."His chance event continued slowly, maybe sliding a little Thomas More stopcock each time. I still get top-notch wet when I think about how that initiative turncock felt.

"Uh-huh,"was about all I could come up with in response, maybe not even that much. Doug's shag had my body humming like a guitar string, I don't know how else to key out it. Then I felt his hammer withdraw completely from my pussycat, before he thrust it back inside me again, slowly but forcefully. I'm sure my eye widened again, or I made a shocked sound. I don't know. I was only paying attention to his cock.

"Feel me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his wide-cut length out of my pussy and pushing it back forcefully."Take it a bit harder Britt."With that he slammed his cock back inside me really operose, ramming my pelvic girdle into the concrete wall behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That last poke tingled every spunk ending in my eubstance as his tool slid along the foxy wall of my cunt. I imagined it giving off sparks. I knew my pussy juices were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no boost. His thrust slammed me into the wall each time, each time bringing me closer to the orgasm of my life.

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

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

"Do you know,"Doug panted,"Do you lie with how crazy you have been making me ? Odd time to start a conversation.

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

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

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

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my body erupted in a magnificent sexual climax. I saw stars. My toes curled. My back arched. My teat have never been so strong. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his dick out of my snatch and lowers my feet to the ground. Don't stop…

"spell around. Bend over. Hands against the wall."Doug grabs a big fistful of my hair, puts the head of his putz against my pussy and slowly pushing hard inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my hair. Hard. It hurts. I want him to pull it gruelling. In this position, his tool hits all new spots, or hit old ones with a different part of his dick. I cum immediately.

"holy place horseshit ! Holy shit ! Mmmmm ! Jesus !"I felt a wave of intense tingling, the simply way to name it, emanating from my pussy. I could barely stay put standing. It was beyond de***********ion. Suddenly Doug pulls out of my twat.

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

"Oh God britt. I'm going to cum…I'm going to cum…"I had all sorts of plan of what I would do at this present moment ; let him cum in my mouth, let him cum on my tits or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His prick pulsed in my hand and a huge stream of cum hits my case and runs down onto my tit. Another. And another. I loose my sass and hitch one of the watercourse in my oral fissure. It's warm and it's gluey and tastes like the sea. I love it. I close my middle to go on from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my face. My boldness, my forehead, my mouth, my hair. I have cum everywhere on my font. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my human face. I was amiss. I fucking love it. His lovesome cum is running down my face. Some into my mouth, some dripping onto my titty, some falling to the floor. My get-go facial and it is superb.

Doug regains his equanimity a little and helps me to my groundwork. I feel kind of stupid with jizz all over my face. Doug smiles.

"You look gorgeous. Hottest affair I've ever seen."He leans over and kiss me, licking his cum from my back talk. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my poke and puts it in my oral fissure. He feeds me some cum from my brow. I feel like a baby robin begging for some more cum from his tongue. Then he kisses me hard, his spit in my rima oris, his sinewy hands gripping my petite ass. I have never forgot that moment. Doug steps towards the raging exhibitor, 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 take on it cool. Now we didn't make eye link at practice session, I stopped playing plot with my towel whenever he came through the girls'cabinet room. Looking back on it, our demeanour had changed so lots hoi polloi must receive known that we fucked.

I kinda sentiment that nighttime in the shower would be a sometime thing, scratch an itch, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one night after praxis and talked about how legal injury that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the outline of his smashed throb cock through his shorts, and my drippage cunt made a noticeable wet smudge on my spandex shorts. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were proud to have resisted. At least I was.

Summer hoops rolled around, meaning travel tournaments around the sphere. My parents were busy with their work, and thought it was so nice that Mr. Sanders volunteered to drive me to the away tourney. We pretended we were assuredness. We weren't.

To travel to the first 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 dog to make my ass joystick out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The driveway started out OK. We talked about the day's opponent, teammates and the corresponding. I caught him stealing glances, so I hiked my garb when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. sander was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so hard it must make hurt. I put my seat back and put my feet up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my knees. The dress slid up my thighs. If my stage weren't together my pussy would get been exposed. The taut top of the attire displayed my hard nipples, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

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

"Oh come on Doug, when you volunteered to take me to these secret plan, 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 right in the junk long ago. And loved it. Didn't you ?"

"Of course I did."Mr. drum sander was visibly sweating now, and no sum of money of adjusting his pant could obscure his pissed cock."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 articulatio genus a bit and slid my manus between my ramification. I was already really wet and my finger's breadth slid easily between my labia, stopping to massage my throbbing clit."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could experience the orgasm start to build.

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

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

"Will you just keep out up and pull out your turncock before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a short surprised, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pants off pulling the left face, then the right side until his beautiful stopcock was bobbing in his lap. I never got a look at his dick in the luminance, but now I saw it was a overnice one, not huge, maybe six inches, but pretty thick. No admiration it stretched my virgin pussy so all-embracing. Mr. Sanders kept both hand on the cycle, staring straight ahead at the route. His cock danced with his heart rate, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my tooshie belt and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"stop consonant talking,"I said as I took the boss of his prick in my mouth and swirled my clapper around the mind. I loved the taste perception of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that dark in the cascade. Mr. sander groaned loudly as I pushed his dick as far down my pharynx as I could, which was n't very far. I gagged a little and slid him out of my mouth. I used my natural language to work his shaft from balls to tip. His tool danced a little each time my tongue flicked the question. He was breathing heavily.

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

"Porn. Lots of porn,"I laughed. I reached between his wooden leg and lifted his ballock from between his ramification. If his putz was a little to a higher place norm, he had the most beautiful clod I have ever seen. Large balls, sack that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your sass when you sucked one into your mouth. I licked and bit his sack while slowly stroking his shaft. When I took one of his balls into my mouth, I could palpate more than precum run down my hand. His dick was oozing that mellisonant juice.

I felt him accomplish down my spine and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and snatch. He wet his fingerbreadth and put it on my cocksucker like he was going to thumb fuck my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his finger away. I took his ball out of my mouth 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 half full of ball. I dropped his ball and massaged his dick more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another mellisonant orgasm rolled through my physical structure, emanating from my clit to my head and down to my toes. I could feel my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my jazz highschool, I licked the streaks of precum from my hand and his shaft. 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 dick like an ice cream conoid. Suddenly he takes his helping hand from my puss, grabs a big fistful of my hair and pushes my header onto his putz. I was almost gagging, but I liked being told what to do.

"britt, you have to memorize how to accept all of my cock."Pulling my hair harder, he pushed his dick farther down my throat. This meter I gagged loudly and drooled some tongue as he roughly pulled my head off of his cock.

"You'll learn,"he said affair of factly as I composed myself. Mr. smoother turned the car down a panoptic grease route with a derelict sign marking an abandoned campsite."This should do !"He smiled down at me as he tugged more on my lean clothes, eventually pulling it off over my forefront. He threw my dress in the cover tooshie 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 grease road with a naked underage lady friend in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the greatest ? You spent the last 90 minutes teasing and taunting me, and now I am going to turn over 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 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 clearing in its dead end. The car lurched to a stop.

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his shorts off the eternal rest of the way. I was naked except for my"make out me"sandals, Mr. Sanders had on a polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the presence of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to osculate him. Mr. drum sander had early plans as he grabbed my hair with one hand, pinned my arm behind me with the other and roughly bent me over the hood of the car. The metal hoodlum almost burned my teat, hot from the motor and the scorching summer sun.

"grab the bonnet,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my hair. I grabbed the edge of the hood. He lifted my branch off the ground as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the hood of a Toyota in the middle 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 part where the young female child gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. Sanders. I hope I'm right. He held my ankles, my stifle bent while I clung to the bonnet of the car. I was helpless. I loved it.

I heard his horseshoe scape on the dirt as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his pecker push through my twat lips. He didn't say a news. Suddenly with one Brobdingnagian thrust, he is balls deep in my pussy. The mind of his dick is pushing against my cervix.

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

"You've been teasing me all day, wearing a lean clothes and no underwear, playing with your kitty. You knew when you got in the car this morning that you wanted me to fuck you."Another hard thrust into my twat. I can opine my pussy juice dripping onto the car cowling and running off onto the ground.

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

"Doug, reach me cum. Make me cum difficult, delight !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to play it cool in school. It was weird, I wasn't in passion, I didn't want to have his baby, but I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mr. sander falls into this Nice rhythm, pulling out then filling my pussycat. Sometimes his cock comes all the way out and he plays with my button with the tip of his prick before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na wee-wee me…"I didn't get to finish. One finally hard thrust and I was over the bound, falling through space, my body tingling, my toes curling my entire trunk 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 pussy and never let it go. Mr. electric sander starts fucking me faster, all articulatio coxae, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh fuck ! Britt ! Fuck !"One final pushing and I feel his pecker erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to fuck, but that first surge of cum in my pussy, his rooster pulsation against the walls of my puss, the streams of strong 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 minutes after he came, and he managed to make me cum softly a couple metre before he withdrew his shaft and put my feet on the basis. My branch were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my pussy and running down my second joint. He turned and sat on the cowling of the car, his spent cock still glistening with my succus. I sat next to him, and for a here and now we just watched the cum drip out of my snatch 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 tell this is going to be a problem,"I said, articulated lorry seriously.

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

"How to determine 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 kitty-cat. 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 freight. Hope that's okay."

"Oh Hell yeah. It's fine."I reached over and took his limp, but still gorgeous hammer in my manus and began to stroke it softly.

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

"I know."Impulsively I hopped off the car hoodlum and stood in front of Mr. Sanders, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his dick with my tongue. I started at the thickening, still oozing bits of cum, licked his shaft clean and sucked his testicle until I couldn't sense of taste him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

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

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

A nifty idea flashed into my head."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the thug, lying look up. I crawled up the hood on my hands and knees. The hood was a mess between my juice and his lading."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his forefront, 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 mouth with my pussy. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his facial expression, wiping cum and snatch succus all over his face. He grabbed my ass to harbor me still, then started licking me from the root of my kettle of fish to the top of my slit. He stuck his spit oceanic abyss 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 pick with prospicient ho-hum strokes that made me grab his tomentum and hold his face in my cunt. He licked my labia cleanse, and even licked some of his cum from my inner thighs. I was done counting how many times he made me cum.

But now my ramification were unadulterated synthetic rubber, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the hood, totally get laid stupid. I couldn't move. Mr. electric sander saw me staring into quad and went into the car. Soon he returned with a towel from his bag and started wiping me scavenge. He wiped my thighs, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to play a basketball secret plan with some fellow's shipment on my thigh, but… He cleaned my puss gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his pecker and lump of the balance of our fucking.

I peeled myself off of the car tough. Mr. electric sander was going to have a tough time explaining that hood to the car wash drawing, but whatever. I was knack over the cover seat, retrieving my frock from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to feature a hard time explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing basketball bowlegged ?"

"No, you will have to explain to the girls in the cabinet elbow room how your ass got so sunburned. ”