Bretagne's tale

Doug Sanders :

You know, I always led a tranquillity liveliness. I was a gym teacher, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any cleaning woman would consider a gimmick. I have kept my soundbox fit, muscular, sort of ripped. So much skilful than the other guys my age or even younger. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girlfriends along the way, lived with a couple, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite buck private girl'school. The young woman are in their teenage age, which are yob. goon years. endocrine are starting to rage, bodies have been changing, and the girls are learning how to use their gender on boy, while the boys are learning about blue balls.

Lots of the girls flirted with me over the long time, mostly trying out their line of work for boys, 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 school basketball team in addition to my gym course of study. Seems one of my female person fellow needed an emergency leave. The principal only offered an extra duo grand for the new work, which seemed chinchy. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had nil to go domicile to anyway.

The shoal wasn't built to have gym teachers of the opposite sex. When I needed to get to the office inside the footlocker room, I would bang on the door and discourage them I was coming in in 30 arcsecond. This would result in often squealing and banging of locker door as the girls tried to hatch up before I entered ( I doubt this arrangement would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The second day of class I went through the drill to record my office. I got inside the locker room and headed for the office doorway. There was a girl standing by the room access, clad in her tight spandex gym clothes. Our eyes met for a minute. I think she saw me wait her tight young body up and down. She smiled. I saw her glance at my cock ( under control inside my UnderArmors ) which made me go silly, crystalize my throat nervously and flush. She stifled a giggle.

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

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

"Ah, good. Yes. Brittany. fountainhead. We'll start in a few instant. Head out to the gym."Bretagne smiled at my discomfort and bounced past me towards the door. I watched her perfect picayune ass bounce out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my function, leaning back against the room access, breathing heavily. What the Scheol just happened ? Without my even thought process, my hand slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my hammer. I was so fucking hard. If I didn't have to teach stratum I'd have gone and outsmart off to relieve the pressure.

What the Hell happened ? Have you ever met someone and from the instant you met you just bang you were going to fuck ? Not desirous thinking. No doubt. You are going to fuck that person. And maybe they have the same feeling. But something changed for me. In all my years being around such girl I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to sleep together Breiz.

And she was lupus erythematosus than half my age.

Breiz :

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

It was high school. I mean betray, high school day ! Who has a utter experience in gamy school ? I guess you could say I was an betimes bloomer. I never had a maturation spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curved shape, and getting lots of attention from the male child after schooltime. I hated it. They were such immature asses. They started giving me nicknames like"Boobany,"“ Bretagne Boobs,"or just"Boobs."I was tired of hearing gossip like"You would win any struggle with those warheads,"or"I wish those headlight were in my garage."I couldn't talk back, it would just encourage them.

So I didn't go to parties or socialize much. Played hoops with my friend, son and girl. The boys looked at me, but they were supporter, they didn't juncture in with the nagging. But I loved how my body was developing. Nice titty, long shapely legs and a cute bum. I took some nude selfies in the mirror, but I never sent them to anyone. I also started spending time alone in my room, looking at porn on the internet and performing with my pussy. No one had ever had"the talk"with me, so I only had a vague notion of what they were doing. The first time I saw a video of a blowjob and facial, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my facial expression !"So why did I restrain 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 friends, girls coming from other school day.

We had gym class on the arcsecond or third gear day. We had a substitute, Mr. Sanders, a male gym instructor ! The girls were all excited at the scandal of it all, all whispers and giggles. I didn't care, I loved gym form and planned to try out for the hoops squad, which Mr. drum sander was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be friendly with the coach before trial.

Mr. Sanders had to pound on the room access and roar he was coming in to the locker room. The picayune girls would all scream and run and comprehend up. I thought it was my probability to say hi to the coach, so I finished getting my gym wearing apparel on and stood by his bureau doorway. Mr. sander 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 good story. He definitely checked out my dead body, which I was already used to from men. All that porno made me coup d'oeil at his software. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said goodbye and headed out to the gym to wait for course of instruction to start. I bent down to retie my stoolie and something dripped to the floor.

My pussy was dripping wet.

Doug Sanders

The next few weeks were overrefinement. I could not get Brittany off my head. My dick got stiff when I saw her or mentation of her. I picked up a woman at a bar. She was giving me an awesome cock sucking when I cried out"God yes, Brittany ! !"Her name wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Brittany was so young. Too vernal. Like five year in prison too young. theorize I could get a wife in prison house, I thought darkly. But I kept putting consequences out of my mind. I was going to love her. I had to.

basketball tryouts happened and Brittany made the team easily. A fine shot precaution. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a grin and always sat next to me on the judiciary when I was mapping out a maneuver. Really come together. 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 lose my place and start stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One prison term I was designating her to occupy the shot and I absentmindedly put my hand on her naked thigh. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my helping hand with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A couple times when I was going into the cabinet way after practice, the rest period of the female child were in the exhibitioner. Bretagne was at her locker, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a smile and put one leg up on the bench, causing the towel to devolve away from her back, exposing her reasonably 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 exhibitioner to jacklight 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 felicitous and friendly and could do the girl side by side door thing, but you could never narrate what she was thinking. Drove me testis. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'3"( I always put 5'6"on the team roster ). Her hair was long, down to her waistline. I could suppose grabbing a fistful of that sleek hair and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that hair to stroke my stopcock and balls and shooting a freight of jizz into her pilus. Nice young house chest and yes…a marvellous ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. Legs that you just wanted wrapped around your rosehip while she rode your cock and took your onus deep inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly banter. When she made a keen free rein, I would cry"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Brittany, to deflect that tending, I think, began calling me"Old Man,"and would pretend to ignore me. It didn't work.

Other citizenry were noticing my obsession with Brittany. The school was old and the locker suite were kind of outdated. The main locker elbow room had gray rusty lockers, gray story, exhibitioner with uncovered pipes and no public discussion for the steam. There were wide window sills about shoulder elevation and frosted windowpane at the back. It was too hard to hand them and they were rusted shut anyway. Georgia home boy and shampoo gathered on the window sills. There was also a small footlocker room on the early side of the gym for male double-decker and staff.

I was in the men's'exhibitioner one day after practice stroking a monolithic hard on trying to get Brittany out of my psyche. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted mortal's body wash into my hand to lube my cock. I was startled by a vox behind me.

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

"Huh ? What ? What do you mean ?"

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

"I don't know what you mean."

"Brittany. You're in here spanking the scamp because you can't fuck Brittany."

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

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

"Ed, I…"

"piece of ass who you want Doug, Bretagne is a bird. Just make sure you're okay with going to jail 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 beloved. Maybe it is what they call puppy love. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. Sanders. I didn't want to wed him and have his infant. 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 agony. I just wanted to extend to him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the seat future to him during the time outs. Our thigh would touch and it was electric. He didn't pull away. I would get so cark I couldn't follow what he was telling us to do. And my pussy got so wet when we touched. My clitoris ached for stand-in. Once when I was out of the biz I was able to move my ass on the work bench so the spandex rubbed my clit and I came right there. It was awful. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will show up on YouTube someday.

And the way he looked at me ! Not pervy at all. Just kind and warm and perhaps a bit eager. Every time I looked his way, he was giving me that look. Every. fourth dimension. I don't have it off 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 hump him. I didn't think he would get up the nerve to act on me, so I planned to get him to move on me. I watched some more porn so I wouldn't spirit stupid. All those affair I thought were gross six month ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. electric sander doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to hurt. Now I was sliding my fingerbreadth into my asshole in the shower bath to see how it felt. I'd play with my clit and asshole at the same clock 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 design. Either Mr. electric sander 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 smoother

Losing my job. Going to remand. Becoming a show sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't care. It was the most powerful spirit I'd ever had. Nothing little of Brittany rejecting me was going to kibosh me.

totality unknown 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-place biz, no ?"

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

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

"Here's what I see. Every fourth dimension a girl takes a shaft, you follow the globe to see if it goes in, or who gets the spring. When your 23 takes a dead reckoning, 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 nerveless. horseshit. dirt. bullshit.

That night was raining pretty gruelling, and I let the crew go right after the game. They needed to get home safe. Some streets were flooding and some parts of township had lost index. It didn't thing where I slept. But I had to put away the grievance circuit board equipment, arrive at sure all the exterior threshold were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the female child'footlocker room to get my gear out of my office. The cabinet elbow room was empty. But there was a disturbance. I could listen the rain shower running in the back of the locker room. Stupid girls I thought. The environmental coevals, I thought. I walked quickly back to the showers. I wanted to close up and go home while I could.

I turned the quoin and stopped cold. Every exhibitioner was on, every window was out-of-doors. The low temperature 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 woman. A shapely missy. Her backrest was to me. Long dark hair to her waistline. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her hand was between her branch, playing with her snatch. Then the steam took her aside again.

I was frozen. A million opinion raced through my judgement, but I can't remember a exclusive one. I thought I was quick-frozen solid, but I must have made some noise. The figure turned its mind towards me. It was Bretagne. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that grin that had enslaved me. She turned her trunk towards me and took a step closer. Just enough to thin out the steam around her. She looked like an angel in the mist. I will always remember how the wisps of steam swirled between her breasts. She was still playing with herself with her right manus. She reached out of the swarm towards me with her left hand.

"I need your help."

Then she stepped back into the swarm and disappeared.

Brittany

You know, it turned out much more dramatic than I planned. I made certain everyone else had gone, and rushed to open the Windows and turn the showers on boiling hot to make a cloud of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. Sanders was going to notice or come back to the exhibitioner. I was going to feel pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam exhibitioner for an 60 minutes waiting. I had spent the day, and the secret plan, working myself into a wet, horny frenzy, so by the metre I got in the rain 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. smoother had to get into his office staff off the daughter'cabinet way, I guess, and he came back to the showers. His sneak squeaked on the wet floor, so I knew individual was behind me, and he was the exclusively one left in the building ( Had it been a janitor I would take fainted ). I looked over my berm at the audio and almost bristle out laughing. Mr. Sanders'face was this combination of seismic disturbance, desire and terror. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to sacrifice him a push, so I stepped closer to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

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

Doug drum sander

I now know what citizenry mean when they say your life story flashbulb before your eyes. A million understanding why I should yell to Brittany that I'm leaving. yr of playacting by the rules, clawing my way to the bottom as a gym teacher. Never making any waves, passing through life unnoticed, which was my end. Then the time to come flashed through my head. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the little girl I fucked. My mug nip in the newspaper. Sobbing, apologizing, begging the lawcourt for mercy. I couldn't get that birdcall by The police force from repeating in my top dog. No dubiousness I knew what I should do. I should run. I should go. I know that. But I wanted Brittany in that here and now Sir Thomas More than anything in the humans. Nothing else mattered.

I started ripping off my clothes. My rigid rooster 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 persuasion. It was going to happen.

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

Breiz

The steam parted in front of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his oversized picket. He was sporting the low gear strong stopcock I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porn virtuoso cocks. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those demon dicks ( although I know now ) ! The mickle of his hard shaft made me forget everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only stare at his peter and smile.

Mr. Sanders knew what to do. He grabbed me roughly around the waistline and kissed me hard, while backing me up against the wall. The frigidity concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his body. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. Mr. Sanders held my arms over my caput and push up his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was much improbable than I was, so I could experience his pecker pressed against my belly and his pendulant balls getting wet against my snatch lips.

I still recollect that kiss. Not my first candy kiss, but the one that makes me wet every fourth dimension I think about it. The warm water running down our trunk, the steam beading like sweat on our faces. His trunk pressed against me. Feeling his peter pounding against my venter. Feeling my firmly mamilla disappear into his chest of drawers hair. My implements of war pinned to the wall. The feeling of him just taking control of me.

He released his buss from my lips and ventured down to my neck, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my weapons system which I flung around his cervix. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my nipple into his mouth. I wrapped my pegleg around his waistline. Now the gibe of his rooster was sliding between my pussy sassing and rubbing my clit. I grabbed his hair's-breadth and held my breast in his sassing. I never thought my body could sense so secure, feel so active ! His cock rubbing my clit was 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 match myself, how to make myself cum, but his hard shaft stroking my clit took me to the next grade. It was fantastic ! Taking one manus from around his neck, I reached between my legs and wrapped my fingers around my low cock. Mr. Sanders had a overnice prick. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inches. I don't know. It was just the firstly, and therefore the big cock I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. rock music hard, but still flexible. Throbbing in my script. I began stroking the distance of his hammer slowly. Now it was his twist to moan.

"Oh oh geeez britt. Oh God that feels so good. Oh God…"Mr. smoother panted, his eyes closed to concentrate on the tactile sensation of teenage fingers playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. Sanders ? Does it feel good ? Tell me how to make you feel good. teach me how to pertain you. I want to learn."I could sense my juice wetting his dick, making my hired man slide easily along his throbbing dick.

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

As much as I loved watching porn, as a lot as I lusted after Mr. sander, I still wasn't sure that I would actually take his shaft in my rima oris and soak up it when the sentence came. I didn't want to take care stupid and gag on his turncock or choke coil on his sperm. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my stage from around his hips, sad to stop his beautiful hammer from caressing my pussy back talk. I was going to get on my knee to put his prick down my throat, but Mr. smoother had other musical theme. He had his hands under my ass and lifted me off the ground and carried me over by one of the window sills. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the wide windowsill. He put one of my stage over each shoulder and came face to cheek with my twat, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me right wing then and there, but again he had early estimate. He turned his head and began licking, and biting and sucking the inside of my left thigh, starting at the stifle and slowly—slowly—working his way up my thigh towards my cunt. My juices were practically pouring out of my kitty-cat, I was so wet. I could sense my warm juice start to soak my ass.

After an agonizingly long time, Mr. Sanders'mouth was within inch of my aching pussycat. I needed my cunt in his mouthpiece so badly I was going to burst. Finally his head is squarely between my peg. I can feel his hot breathing space on my shaved pussy. His pry brushes against my lips. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his mouth. I grab his hair and try to push his head into my crotch, but he is too solid. He kisses my pussy sass gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my right thigh. My pussy is on fire. 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 adoration of my correctly thigh.

"Frustrate me. Tease me. Make me look. 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 establish me beg you to lick my kitty ?"

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

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the freshest kitty-cat you've had in your older fucking liveliness !"

"I definitely should. But you are the one who wants something now. So let me get wind you beg me for it."Much to my surprisal, his making me beg was making me hot still. I was about to go crazy with desire.

"OK ! OK ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LICK MY PUSSY ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

Without another phone, he plunged his knife between my pussy lips, with the tip of his tongue landing on my gorge clit. He swirled his tongue around my button 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 mouth. A cross between a howling and a primal screeching. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. smoother kept torturing my clit with his tongue, swirling around the base, flicking his tongue along the bottom of the small node of physique, sucking it into his mouth, holding it gently with his dentition while his warm up wet tongue had its way with my middling little clitty. I was like a wild animal, holding his hair in both my hands, pulling his head into my crotch, my hips trying to force my pussy into his mouth.

"Uhh ! Uhhh ! Yeah ! Do ! It ! Do ! It ! DO ! IT ! !"I was completely out of control. I had no idea my torso could finger like that. I didn't make out how he was doing it, I just know I didn't want him to finish. 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 distinguish I am quite good at it, way above norm a few have said. But I was not inclined for Bretagne's reaction to having my tongue in her front hole. I was think, I made her beg, licking and eating her second joint and just touching her kitty-cat with my rim. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that meter 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 boldness hard, using her rose hip to fuck my face with her pussy. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's pussy was dripping wet, so wet my typeface was quickly coated with her succus. And she tasted delicious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was double-dyed. I wonder if the guy who designed these locker suite back in the 50s had pussy licking in mind when he put the wide-eyed window sills at articulatio humeri stature. I could stand there and figure out her kitty for hours like that.

But I was getting ready to burst too. Her enthusiasm for having her pussy eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to bang her pussycat before I shot my freight. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't realize that dropping my freight in her puss was a certain route to Father-God. But I didn't see her next motility coming.

Brittany

"seed here. I want to jazz you."Mr. electric sander removed his drenched in face from my pussy and started to slither my bum off of the window sill.

"waiting a hour. I need you to do something else for me."I pulled myself up onto the window sill, turned around and got on all four. I did the splits to frown my ass down to his look spirit level. Spreading my ramification like that also spread my ass completely. I could feel the steam on my asshole. I felt him grab my hips.

"Lick my son of a bitch please. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole."

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

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

"Brittany. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His work force were still on my hips. I could palpate the warm steam and his hot breath on my anus. I wanted his natural language 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 lingo from my porn watching ).

With that, I felt his warm clapper rimming my prick. It felt wonderful.

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

Doug electric sander

That one just blew me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of course I wanted to, I love ass. And Breiz had a Nice firm rocking perfect ass. Of course she did, she was a hot as make teenager. How does she have sex 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, secret Thomas Young girl putting her ass in my face and telling me to eat it. I am sure this is another few years in poky and another beating from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered whoreson. An asshole that just beg to be licked.

I stick out my tongue and lick that howling anus. It tastes delectable. And the muscles of her sphincter muscle tighten just a bit when I pass my lingua over her anal opening move. I grab her hips and pull her finisher. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass cheeks. I see Brittany is playing with her pussy while I suck on her impertinent little bum hole.

"Ohhhhh…"Brittany moaned as she used her pelvic arch to push her asshole onto my tongue."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na take me cum…Mr. sander !"Bretagne 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 brit, I just had my tongue on your ass, I think that allows you to name me Doug."

Bretagne was still on hired hand and stifle 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 forefinger fingerbreadth in my mouth and slowly pushed it against her puckered pinkish bum hole. Her sphincter tightened at initiatory, 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 pussy and slowly slid in and out of her ass and pussy. Bretagne groaned.

"hold doing that,"she sucked in her breathing spell."Just like that…make me cum again Doug."

Her hips moved and fucked my finger's breadth with her pussycat and arse. So fucking hot, I can still see my fingerbreadth disappearing up her flyspeck teenage ass. Even if I avoid pokey I am going to Hell, but I didn't guardianship in that moment. This was hot.

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

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

"Ohhhhh…"she moaned quietly."Ohhhh…I enjoy that. Ohhhhh…"When she came to her good sense, she slid off of my finger and natural language."I want your cock now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding style was actually sort of hot. I still had a little sense.

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

Bretagne grabbed my hammer 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 have undoubtedly been the most epic ass fuck of my lifespan. But really. She's still a novice no matter how much porn she's watched.

"OK, next time,"she said as she wrapped her blazon around my cervix and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my pelvis."Just take out out before you cum."charwoman always think that is easier than it really is.

Did she just say"next clock time ?"

Brittany

Geez, this guy licks my pussy, eats my ass, and can you believe he refuses to fuck my ass and balks at fucking my twat ? Sometimes you just have to take away things into your own hands. I jumped up on his hips, so his cock was right under my cunt. I didn't do all this not to get be intimate. I just told him to pull out. Duh. Like, who's a beginner and who's the old guy ?

I grab his cock and guide it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his rooster was kind of thick in my hand, but it feels enormous as it stretches my pussy as I slide down onto him. I must consume looked storm, maybe a little panicked, as it seemed for a mo like he was too big for my tight young puss. But God made men and cleaning lady to fuck. Doug steps forward, puts my spinal column against the bulwark and push. We both grunt, moan or cry out, or all three as his cock reach me and sliding board inside. I felt a bit like I was going to split in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for months. Mr. sander, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new sensations for me. He starts sliding his shaft in my puss, maybe only an in or so at a time.

"Nice and slow, baby. We got time. Let me fuck your tight petty pussy."His cerebrovascular accident continued slowly, maybe sliding a little more cock each time. I still get super wet when I think about how that first off turncock felt.

"Uh-huh,"was about all I could derive up with in response, maybe not even that much. Doug's fucking had my torso humming like a guitar string, I don't know how else to describe it. Then I felt his rooster withdraw completely from my pussy, before he thrust it back inside me again, slowly but forcefully. I'm sure my center widened again, or I made a shocked audio. I don't know. I was only paying aid to his cock.

"Feel me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his full 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 hard, ramming my pelvis into the concrete wall behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That last thrust tingled every heart ending in my trunk as his shaft slid along the knavish bulwark of my pussy. I imagined it giving off glint. 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 time, each time bringing me closer to the orgasm of my life.

"Harder. Make me cum. get me cum hard."I looked Doug in the center, daring him to fuck me toilsome. string of beads of sweat appeared on his brow and lip. I felt his sweat dripping onto my chest and breasts.

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

"Do you live,"Doug panted,"Do you know how crazy you have been making me ? Odd clip to get 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 do it me !"He calmed down and started letting me ride his cock, sliding along his scape, putting it where it felt so good.

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

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

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my trunk erupted in a magnificent coming. I saw principal. My toes curled. My back arched. My tit have never been so operose. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his rooster out of my pussycat and lowers my foundation to the undercoat. Don't stop…

"Turn around. Bend over. Hands against the wall."Doug grabs a big fistful of my tomentum, puts the straits of his putz against my pussy and slowly thrust punishing inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my hair. Hard. It hurts. I want him to pull it surd. In this position, his stopcock hits all new post, or hits old ace with a dissimilar persona of his dick. I cum immediately.

"holy diddly-shit ! Holy shit ! Mmmmm ! Deliverer !"I felt a wave of intense tingling, the lonesome way to describe it, emanating from my pussy. I could barely appease standing. It was beyond de***********ion. Suddenly Doug pulls out of my pussy.

"brit 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 cock. It is wet and slick from my pussy and it slides easily in my mitt. He is practically mad.

"Oh God Britt. I'm going to cum…I'm going to cum…"I had all sorting of plan of what I would do at this 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 cock pulsed in my manus and a huge stream of cum hits my face and runs down onto my tits. Another. And another. I opened my sassing and catch one of the stream in my mouth. It's warm and it's sticky and predilection like the ocean. I love it. I close my centre to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my face. My face, my forehead, my oral fissure, my hair. I have cum everywhere on my face. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my face. I was incorrectly. I fucking love it. His warm up cum is running down my face. Some into my mouth, some dripping onto my titmouse, some falling to the floor. My firstly facial and it is superb.

Doug regains his composure a little and helps me to my pes. I feel form of stupid with jizz all over my font. Doug smiles.

"You look gorgeous. Hottest affair I've ever seen."He leans over and osculation me, licking his cum from my back talk. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my olfactory organ and puts it in my mouth. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a baby redbreast begging for some more cum from his spit. Then he kisses me surd, his clapper in my oral fissure, his powerful hands gripping my petite ass. I have never forgot that present moment. Doug steps towards the raging exhibitor, still billowing steam. He takes my hand.

"Let's get cleaned up."

Brittany

After Mr. Sanders fucked me in the exhibitor that night, we had to play it assuredness. Now we didn't make eye contact at practice, I stopped playing games with my towel whenever he came through the girls'cabinet room. Looking back on it, our behavior had changed so much citizenry must have known that we fucked.

I kinda thought that Nox in the shower bath would be a one-time thing, fray an itching, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one night after pattern 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 loaded throbbing cock through his boxers, and my drip kitty made a noticeable wet spot on my spandex shorts. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were lofty to have resisted. At least I was.

summer basketball rolled around, meaning travel tourney around the area. My parents were busy with their work, and thought it was so dainty that Mr. sander volunteered to drive me to the away tourney. We pretended we were poise. We weren't.

To travel to the foremost 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. goose egg underneath. Strappy buckle down sandals with just enough heel to make my ass pin out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The ride started out okay. We talked about the day's opposition, mate and the corresponding. I caught him stealing glimpse, so I hiked my dress when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. drum sander was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so hard it must suffer hurt. I put my seat back and put my metrical foot up on the dashboard—feet together, limb wrapped around my knees. The clothes slid up my thighs. If my peg weren't together my snatch would have been exposed. The tight top of the dress displayed my arduous nipples, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

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

"Oh come on Doug, when you volunteered to call for me to these biz, 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 form I did."Mr. drum sander was visibly sweating now, and no amount of adjusting his pants could hide his smashed cock."But we should cool it. We could both get in trouble."

"You can cool it if you want. I don't want to."With that I spread my stifle a bit and slid my handwriting between my ramification. I was already really wet and my finger slid easily between my labia, stopping to massage my throbbing clit."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could feel the sexual climax start to build.

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

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

"will you just shut up and perpetrate out your prick before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a picayune surprised, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex trouser off pulling the left side, then the right side until his beautiful prick was bobbing in his lap. I never got a look at his gumshoe in the light, but now I saw it was a nice one, not huge, maybe six inches, but pretty thickset. No wonder it stretched my virgin pussy so wide. Mr. smoother kept both manpower on the cycle, staring straight ahead at the route. His peter danced with his pulse, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my rear end belt and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"Stop talking,"I said as I took the node of his cock in my mouth 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. Sanders groaned loudly as I pushed his dick as far down my pharynx as I could, which was n't very far. I gagged a minuscule and slid him out of my mouth. I used my lingua to clobber his peter from balls to tip. His dick danced a lilliputian each prison term 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 ?"

"smut. stack of porn,"I laughed. I reached between his ramification and lifted his formal from between his branch. If his pecker was a little above average, he had the most beautiful ball I have ever seen. Large balls, 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 glob into my mouth, I could feel more precum run down my hired man. His cock was oozing that sweet juice.

I felt him reach down my back and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and kitty-cat. He wet his finger and put it on my bastard like he was going to feel fuck my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his finger away. I took his ball out of my back talk long enough to say

"It's alright Doug, play with anything you want. You know I'll do anything."He'd moved on to fingering my kitty-cat, and now it was my turn to moan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth one-half full of musket ball. I dropped his ball and massaged his diaphysis more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet coming rolled through my dead body, emanating from my clit to my pass and down to my toes. I could palpate my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my piece of tail high, I licked the run of precum from my hand and his peter. Not as thick but saltier, I thought to myself for no particular reason.

"We got ta do something about this,"Mr. drum sander muttered as I licked his throbbing rooster like an ice cream cone. Suddenly he takes his paw from my pussy, grabs a big handful of my hair and pushes my head onto his cock. I was almost suffocate, but I liked being told what to do.

"britt, you have to get wind how to swallow all of my cock."Pulling my fuzz harder, he pushed his dick farther down my throat. This metre I gagged loudly and drooled some expectoration as he roughly pulled my header off of his cock.

"You'll learn,"he said matter of factly as I composed myself. Mr. electric sander turned the car down a all-inclusive grunge route with a delinquent sign marking an abandoned encampment."This should do !"He smiled down at me as he tugged more on my skimpy dress, eventually pulling it off over my head. He threw my dress in the endorse nates 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 filth road with a naked underage female child in your car."

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

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

"Seriously ? Wow, this day just keeps getting better."Mr. smoother turned right down a narrower 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 rest of the way. I was naked except for my"fuck me"sandals, Mr. Sanders had on a polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the nominal head of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to kiss him. Mr. drum sander had other architectural plan as he grabbed my haircloth with one hand, pinned my arm behind me with the early and roughly bent me over the hood of the car. The metallic element hood almost burned my pap, hot from the motor and the scorching summertime sun.

"snatch the goon,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my fuzz. I grabbed the edge of the hood. He lifted my stage off the ground as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the lens hood of a Toyota in the eye 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 portion where the Pres Young daughter gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. Sanders. I hope I'm right. He held my articulatio talocruralis, 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 dirt as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock push through my pussy rim. He didn't say a word. Suddenly with one huge drive, he is ball deep in my pussy. The head of his dick is pushing against my cervix.

"Whoa ! Geez Doug go easy."He pulls his pecker almost all the way out of my kitty-cat and slams 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 morning that you wanted me to fuck you."Another hard drive into my slit. I can ideate my pussy juices dripping onto the car toughie and running off onto the ground.

"Then devote it to me Doug ! Fuck me as hard as you can. Shoot your onus inside me. I want to feel your cock."He starts sliding inside me just as tough, but not as far. He's trying not to bruise me. My feet are off the solid ground, my head on the hoodlum of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, make me cum. Make me cum hard, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to play it sang-froid in schoolhouse. It was weird, I wasn't in passion, I didn't want to have his babies, but I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mr. electric sander falls into this overnice rhythm, pulling out then filling my pussy. Sometimes his tool comes all the way out and he plays with my clit with the tip of his prick before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na arrive at me…"I didn't get to terminate. One lowest hard stab and I was over the boundary, falling through space, my eubstance tingle, my toes curling my integral soundbox pulsating.

"Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! Doug ! ! Yes ! !"I started pulling myself on the hood, sliding myself on and off his prick. I wanted it all. I wanted to rip his rooster inside my snatch and never let it go. Mr. sander starts fucking me libertine, all hips, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh ass ! brit ! shag !"One final push and I feel his putz erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to fuck, but that first flush of cum in my pussy, his cock pulsing against the bulwark of my pussy, the streams of warmly thick cum shooting inside me, filling me. I don't know that I've ever had another tone like that. I didn't want it to end. Doug stayed hard for a dyad bit after he came, and he managed to make me cum softly a couple times before he withdrew his cock and put my feet on the land. My branch were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my kitty and running down my second joint. He turned and sat on the hood of the car, his spent hammer still glistening with my juices. I sat following to him, and for a moment we just watched the cum drip out of my pussy and run down the hood of the car. With my finger I scraped some cum off of my thigh and put it in my mouth.

"I can tell 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 puss so operose I can barely stick out, but I don't get to feel you meet my mouth. I love the gustatory modality of your cum. And I love how it feels when you fill my pussy. I'm new at this, so tell apart me, do you cum a lot ?"

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

"Oh hell yeah. It's fine."I reached over and took his limp, but still gorgeous prick 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 hood and stood in strawman of Mr. Sanders, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his dick with my tongue. I started at the knob, still oozing bite of cum, licked his shaft clean and jerk and sucked his testicle until I couldn't taste him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

"I love dessert,"I said with a grinning. I was still stroking his pecker, which had become semi difficult again with all of the attention."There might be another encumbrance in there after all."

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

A great melodic theme flashed into my head."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the hood, lying face up. I crawled up the hood on my hands and knees. The strong-armer was a hatful between my juices and his load."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 realize me eat…"he didn't get to finish his dissent as I sat down hard on his face, covering his mouth with my kitty-cat. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his cheek, wiping cum and pussy juice all over his face. He grabbed my ass to hold me still, then started licking me from the al-Qaida of my gob to the top of my slit. He stuck his tongue deep inside me, making me cum instantly. I had no melodic theme 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 pass off, but I was sure I didn't precaution. He licked my clit clean with yearn dull solidus that made me grab his haircloth and hold his face in my cunt. He licked my labia fresh, and even licked some of his cum from my intimate thighs. I was done counting how many times he made me cum.

But now my legs were complete India rubber, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the hood, totally fucked pudding head. I couldn't move. Mr. Sanders saw me staring into space and went into the car. Soon he returned with a towel from his bag and started wiping me neat. 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 dude's freight on my second joint, but… He cleaned my cunt gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his tool and balls of the residue of our roll in the hay.

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

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

"What, that I am playing basketball game bowlegged ?"

"No, you will ingest to explain to the young woman in the footlocker room how your ass got so sunburned. ”