Breiz's Story

Doug Sanders :

You know, I always led a quiet life history. I was a gym teacher, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any woman would consider a collar. I have kept my organic structure fit, sinewy, variety of ripped. So much better than the early guys my age or even unseasoned. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girl along the way, lived with a couple, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite private fille'school day. The young lady are in their teenage years, which are tough. yobo years. endocrine are starting to storm, dead body have been changing, and the girls are learning how to use their gender on male child, while the male child are learning about downcast balls.

heaps of the girls flirted with me over the years, mostly trying out their argument 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 corpus called me in early in the term and asked me to coach the schooltime basketball game team in addition to my gym category. Seems one of my female person fellow worker needed an emergency leave. The head only offered an spare couple grand for the new workplace, which seemed cheap. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had nothing to go home to anyway.

The schooling wasn't built to sustain gym teachers of the opposite sex. When I needed to get to the role inside the locker way, I would bang on the door and warn them I was coming in in 30 sec. This would leave in often squealing and banging of locker room access as the missy tried to extend up before I entered ( I doubt this organization would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

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

"ahem. Yes. how-do-you-do. What can I do for you… ?"I didn't know anyone's name yet.

"Brittany. Hi Mr. Sanders ! I'm just, I'm just waiting for the former girls to get down class."

"Ah, good. Yes. Brittany. Well. We'll start in a few minutes. Head out to the gym."Brittany smiled at my soreness and bounced past me towards the room access. I watched her perfect tense footling ass bound out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my office, leaning back against the threshold, breathing heavily. What the sin just happened ? Without my even thought process, my hand slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my putz. I was so know hard. If I didn't have to teach class I'd have gone and exhaust off to relieve the pressure.

What the nether region happened ? Have you ever met someone and from the present moment you met you just sleep together you were going to fuck ? Not wishful thinking. No dubiousness. You are going to make love that person. And maybe they have the Lapplander feeling. But something changed for me. In all my years being around such girls I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Brittany.

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

Brittany :

Sometimes you look back on affair you did in your life and recall,"What the Hell 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 shit, high school ! Who has a perfective tense experience in high schooling ? I guess you could say I was an betimes bloomer. I never had a growth squirt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curve ball, and getting lots of attention from the boys after school. I hated it. They were such immature asses. They started giving me moniker like"Boobany,"“ Breiz bosom,"or just"Boobs."I was tired of hearing comments like"You would win any battle with those warheads,"or"I wish those headlight were in my garage."I couldn't talk of the town back, it would just promote them.

So I didn't go to company or socialize much. Played basketball game with my friend, boys and fille. The boys looked at me, but they were friends, they didn't sum in with the nagging. But I loved how my body was developing. Nice breast, long shapely wooden leg and a cunning bum. I took some bare selfies in the mirror, but I never sent them to anyone. I also started spending time alone in my way, looking at porn on the internet and playing with my kitty. No one had ever had"the talk"with me, so I only had a faint notion of what they were doing. The for the first time time I saw a picture of a blowjob and facial, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my look !"So why did I observe going back and watching that TV over and over ?

So school started with much excitement. My friends and I new to the construction, so we were all getting lost. I hung with my few old Friend, and made some new supporter, girls coming from former schools.

We had gym class on the moment or third day. We had a substitute, Mr. Sanders, a male person gym teacher ! The girls were all excited at the scandal of it all, all whispers and giggles. I didn't care, I loved gym class and planned to try out for the basketball squad, which Mr. Sanders was going to train. Doesn't hurt to be favorable with the passenger car before tryouts.

Mr. sander had to lb on the door and holloa he was coming in to the storage locker room. The little young lady would all thigh-slapper and run and handle up. I thought it was my chance to say hi to the coach, so I finished getting my gym clothes on and stood by his office threshold. Mr. Sanders hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming daughter, 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 amusing. He definitely checked out my body, which I was already used to from men. All that porn made me coup d'oeil at his software system. I swear I saw it move.

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

My puss was dripping wet.

Doug Sanders

The adjacent few weeks were torturing. I could not get Breiz off my thinker. My dick got stiff when I saw her or intellection of her. I picked up a adult female at a bar. She was giving me an amazing cock sucking when I cried out"God yes, Brittany ! !"Her name wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Brittany was so Edward Young. Too young. Like five years in prison house too young. Suppose I could get a married woman in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting consequences out of my mind. I was going to fuck her. I had to.

Basketball tryouts happened and Brittany made the squad easily. A fine shot safety device. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a grin and always sat next to me on the bench when I was mapping out a play. Really close. Like her thigh up against mine while I talked. Sometimes she rubbed her thigh a little against mine while I talked. I think she knew that made me suffer my space and protrude stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One time I was designating her to admit the dig and I absentmindedly put my hand on her naked thigh. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my hand with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A couple metre when I was going into the locker room after recitation, the rest of the fille were in the shower. Brittany 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 fall away from her back, exposing her pretty niggling bum. She was embarrassed or feigned embarrassment, but she wasn't that quick to cover up. And she always smiled at me when she was done. After those encounters I practically ran to the men's shower to jack off. This girl was driving me mad.

And why not ? She was a raven-haired beauty, getting more beautiful by the day as her eubstance developed. Beautiful with an air of mystery about her. She was glad and favorable and could do the girl next room access thing, but you could never recount what she was thinking. force me nuts. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'3"( I always put 5'6"on the team roster ). Her hair was long, down to her waist. I could imagine grabbing a handful of that sleek hair's-breadth and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that whisker to stroke my putz and glob and shooting a load of jizz into her hair's-breadth. Nice youthful firm chest and yes…a fantastic ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. Legs that you just wanted wrapped around your hips while she rode your cock and took your load deep inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly backchat. When she made a keen playing period, I would hollo"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.

former mass were noticing my compulsion with Brittany. The school was old and the footlocker rooms were kind of outdated. The main locker elbow room had grey rusty cabinet, gray floor, showers with exposed piping and no ventilation for the steam. There were all-inclusive windowpane sills about shoulder top and frosted windowpane at the back. It was too hard to achieve them and they were rusted shut anyway. grievous bodily harm and shampoo gathered on the window sills. There was also a small locker elbow room on the other slope of the gym for manlike coaches and staff.

I was in the men's'shower one day after pattern stroking a monumental hard on trying to get Bretagne out of my mind. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted somebody's body wash into my hand to lube my dick. 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 swimming supporter coach.

"Huh ? What ? What do you entail ?"

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

"I don't know what you mean."

"Brittany. You're in here spanking the monkey because you can't screwing Brittany."

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

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

"Ed, I…"

"shag who you want Doug, Brittany is a doll. 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.

Brittany

I don't know if I've ever really been in love. Maybe it is what they call puppy love. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. drum sander. I didn't want to marry him and have his babe. 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 drill was agony. I just wanted to touch him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the bum next to him during the time outs. Our thigh would contact and it was electric. He didn't puff away. I would get so distract I couldn't follow what he was telling us to do. And my kitty got so wet when we touched. My clit ached for relief. Once when I was out of the game I was able to move my ass on the judiciary so the spandex rubbed my clit and I came right there. It was awe-inspiring. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will evidence up on YouTube someday.

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

I decided I wanted to bang him. I didn't think he would get up the face to move on me, so I planned to get him to move on me. I watched some more pornography so I wouldn't flavor stupid. All those things I thought were gross six calendar month ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. sander doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to injure. Now I was sliding my finger into my asshole in the exhibitor to see how it felt. I'd play with my clit and SOB at the Lapplander 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 jump my plan. Either Mr. Sanders would lie with 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 way. But I couldn't wait.

Doug Sanders

Losing my job. Going to gaol. Becoming a registered sex offender. This is what my hereafter held. I didn't tending. It was the most powerful impression I'd ever had. cipher short of Bretagne rejecting me was going to contain me.

sum stranger were noticing. I was chatting with an opposing tutor before a late time of year rematch and he brings it up out of the blue.

"You have a thing for routine 23, don't you ?"23 was Breiz's number.

"Oh please. She is just kicking your forward's ass. She dropped 28 on you conclusion 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 pellet, you follow the testicle to see if it goes in, or who gets the bound. When your 23 takes a stab, you watch her ass all the way up and all the way down."

Crap. He was totally right. How can anyone assure that ? I thought I was playing it so poise. shit. dirt. poop.

That Night was raining pretty hard, and I let the bunch go right after the biz. They needed to get home prophylactic. Some streets were flooding and some section of town had lost power. It didn't issue where I slept. But I had to put away the grievance plank equipment, make sure all the exterior threshold were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'locker room to get my gear out of my office. The footlocker room was empty. But there was a noise. I could pick up the showers running in the back of the locker way. pudding head girls I thought. The environmental generation, 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 shower bath was on, every window was open. The common cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot water making a thick cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a someone. A little girl. A shapely girl. Her back was to me. Long sullen hair to her waist. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her helping hand was between her branch, playing with her pussy. Then the steam took her outside again.

I was frozen. A million thoughts raced through my head, but I can't remember a individual one. I thought I was wintry solid, but I must have made some interference. The fig turned its head towards me. It was Bretagne. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that grinning that had enslaved me. She turned her body towards me and took a footfall closer. Just enough to thin the steam around her. She looked like an Angel Falls 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 handwriting. She reached out of the cloud towards me with her will hand.

"I need your help."

Then she stepped back into the cloud and disappeared.

Breiz

You know, it turned out much more dramatic than I planned. I made for certain everyone else had gone, and rushed to open the Windows and call on the shower bath on boiling hot to create a cloud of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. Sanders was going to remark or amount back to the showers. I was going to palpate pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam exhibitioner for an hour waiting. I had spent the day, and the game, working myself into a wet, horny delirium, so by the time I got in the shower bath 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 little girl'locker way, I guess, and he came back to the showers. His sneakers squeaked on the wet floor, so I knew someone was behind me, and he was the simply one left in the building ( Had it been a janitor I would have fainted ). I looked over my shoulder at the strait and almost burst out laughing. Mr. Sanders'facial expression was this combination of shock, desire and terror. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to give him a energy, so I stepped closer to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my handwriting out in his direction and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your help,"I can't think of exactly. Then I stepped back into the cloud. Now I was really stuck. Mr. Sanders could run away in terror, vociferation at me to get dressed, or come know 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 stupefied.

Doug electric sander

I now know what people mean when they say your life flashes before your optic. A million intellect why I should yell to Breiz that I'm leaving. Years of playing by the rules, clawing my way to the undersurface as a gym instructor. Never making any wafture, passing through life unnoticed, which was my end. Then the future flashed through my mind. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the niggling girl I fucked. My mug shot in the newspaper. sobbing, apologizing, begging the court for mercy. I couldn't get that song by The police from repeating in my header. No doubt I knew what I should do. I should run. I should go. I know that. But I wanted Brittany in that here and now Thomas More than anything in the human beings. nothing else mattered.

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

I stepped straight into the strong steam. Bretagne was waiting for me. She smiled.

Bretagne

The steam parted in front of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his outsize spotter. He was sporting the first hard prick I'd ever seen in mortal. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porn hotshot cocks. 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 forget everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only stare at his peter and smile.

Mr. sander knew what to do. He grabbed me roughly around the waist and kissed me hard, while backing me up against the wall. The cold concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his body. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. Mr. sander held my arms over my head and thrust his tongue deeper into my oral fissure. He was much marvellous than I was, so I could finger his prick pressed against my venter and his pendulant globe getting wet against my kitty-cat lips.

I still remember that kiss. Not my low kiss, but the one that makes me wet every time I think about it. The warmly water system running down our bodies, the steam beading like sudor on our faces. His dead body pressed against me. Feeling his cock pounding against my stomach. Feeling my firmly mammilla disappear into his chest haircloth. My weaponry pinned to the wall. The touch of him just taking control of me.

He released his buss from my lips and ventured down to my neck opening, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my blazon which I flung around his neck. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my nipple into his oral fissure. I wrapped my legs around his shank. Now the tool of his tool was sliding between my pussy lips and rubbing my button. I grabbed his hair's-breadth and held my breast in his mouth. I never thought my dead body could feel so undecomposed, feel so live ! His dick 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 get climax. I thought I knew how to stir myself, how to form myself cum, but his heavily diaphysis stroking my clit took me to the adjacent degree. It was wonderful ! Taking one hand from around his neck, I reached between my legs and wrapped my finger's breadth around my first putz. Mr. Sanders had a Nice shaft. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inches. I don't know. It was just the first base, and therefore the bragging dick I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock hard, but still flexible. Throbbing in my hand. 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 skillful. Oh God…"Mr. Sanders panted, his eyes closed to concentrate on the feeling of teenage fingers playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. drum sander ? Does it experience honest ? Tell me how to make you feel practiced. Teach me how to have-to doe with you. I want to learn."I could experience my juices wetting his jibe, 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 porn, as a good deal as I lusted after Mr. sander, I still wasn't sure that I would actually take his dick in my mouth and nurse it when the meter came. I didn't want to look stunned and gag on his cock or choke on his spermatozoan. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my legs from around his pelvis, sad to discontinue his beautiful hammer from caressing my pussy lips. I was going to get on my genu to put his tool down my throat, but Mr. drum sander had other ideas. He had his hands under my ass and lifted me off the land and carried me over by one of the window sills. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the spacious windowsill. He put one of my wooden leg over each berm and came face to face with my pussy, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me right then and there, but again he had former ideas. He turned his headspring and began licking, and biting and sucking the inside of my left thigh, starting at the genu and slowly—slowly—working his way up my thigh towards my cunt. My juices were practically pouring out of my kitty, I was so wet. I could find my warm juices start to rob my ass.

After an agonizingly retentive meter, Mr. smoother'mouth was within inches of my aching pussy. I needed my pussy in his mouth so badly I was going to explode. Finally his head is squarely between my legs. I can palpate his hot breathing spell on my shaved pussy. His nuzzle brushes against my mouth. 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 strong. He kisses my pussy lips gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my right-hand thigh. My puss is on fire. I need his oral cavity so badly.

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

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

"Frustrate me. taunt me. Make 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 make me beg you to solve my pussy ?"

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

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the refreshed pussy you've had in your elderly 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 surprisal, his making me beg was making me spicy still. I was about to go crazy with desire.

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

Without another sound, he plunged his knife between my pussy mouth, with the tip of his tongue landing place on my scarf out clit. He swirled his tongue around my clit twice making me cum instantly. It felt like the top of my head blew off. I don't even make out how to pen the phone that came out of my mouth. A mark 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 stem, flicking his clapper along the seat of the little knob of physique, sucking it into his mouth, holding it gently with his teeth while his affectionate wet tongue had its way with my pretty little clitty. I was like a savage animal, holding his hair in both my hands, pulling his nous into my privates, my coxa trying to push up my pussy into his mouth.

"Uhh ! Uhhh ! Yeah ! Do ! It ! Do ! It ! DO ! IT ! !"I was completely out of ascendency. I had no mind my trunk could feel like that. I didn't screw 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 pussycat. I am told I am quite honorable at it, way above average a few rich person said. But I was not prepared for Breiz's reaction to having my clapper in her strawman hole. I was imply, 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 fourth dimension she was so stimulate, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 second or so. She was riding my cheek hard, using her rose hip to fuck my aspect with her pussy. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's puss was dripping wet, so wet my face was quickly coated with her juice. And she tasted delicious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was consummate. I wonder if the guy who designed these storage locker rooms back in the 50s had pussy licking in mind when he put the wide window Belle Miriam Silverman at berm summit. I could stick out there and lick her pussy for hours like that.

But I was getting ready to bust too. Her enthusiasm for having her pussy eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to bang her pussy before I shot my load. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't actualize that dropping my shipment in her snatch was a certain route to fatherhood. But I didn't see her next move coming.

Brittany

"Come here. I want to get laid you."Mr. Sanders removed his drenched face from my snatch and started to slue my bum off of the window sill.

"waiting 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 quaternion. I did the splits to lower my ass down to his face stage. Spreading my peg like that also spread my ass completely. I could find the steam on my arsehole. I felt him grab my hip joint.

"slug my asshole 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 tell me. I wanted him to be able to do whatever he wanted with me, put his rooster wherever he wanted. I even borrowed my mom's vibrator and slid it up my ass to see if I could select it. It hurt some at first-class honours degree, but it felt good after my bum relaxed. Mr. Sanders'cock was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to hump me wherever he wanted so I would convey it.

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

"Bretagne. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His hands were still on my hips. I could finger the warm steam and his hot breathing place on my anus. I wanted his tongue 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 shit. It felt wonderful.

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. keep on doing that…"I reached between my branch to wager with my clitoris. My body was just vibrating…

Doug Sanders

That one just blew me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of row I wanted to, I love ass. And Brittany had a dainty firm rocking perfective ass. Of course she did, she was a hot as grass adolescent. How does she get it on 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, mysterious young daughter putting her ass in my nerve and telling me to eat it. I am sure this is another few years in jail and another trouncing from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered asshole. An motherfucker that just tap to be licked.

I stick out my glossa and salt lick that fantastic anus. It tastes yummy. And the musculus of her sphincter tighten just a bit when I pass my knife over her anal curtain raising. I grab her hips and pluck her finisher. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass boldness. I see Brittany is playing with her kitty while I suck on her saucy little bum hole.

"Ohhhhh…"Breiz moaned as she used her pelvis to push her asshole onto my knife."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na make me cum…Mr. Sanders !"Breiz screamed"Oh my God !"as she came so severely she almost fell off the windowsill.

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

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

Breiz was still on work force and knees on the windowsill, her ass still by my boldness. I was going to imprison, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my power digit in my oral cavity and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum fix. Her anatomical sphincter tightened at outset, resisting my finger, but it slowly relaxed and my finger slid inside her.

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

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

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

I slid my finger out of her prick and slipped my tongue into her ass before her lilliputian mess slammed shut. I couldn't go too cryptical, but Brittany could find the tip of my strong glossa in her anus.

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

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

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

Breiz 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 have undoubtedly been the most epic ass shtup of my life-time. But really. She's still a novice no affair how much porn she's watched.

"okey, next time,"she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her pegleg around my coxa."Just pull in out before you cum."Women always think that is comfortable than it really is.

Did she just say"next time ?"

Breiz

Geez, this guy licks my pussy, eats my ass, and can you trust he refuses to fuck my ass and check at fucking my pussy ? Sometimes you just have to take things into your own hands. I jumped up on his hips, so his hammer was right under my pussy. I didn't do all this not to get fucked. I just told him to attract out. Duh. Like, who's a novice and who's the old guy ?

I grab his shaft and steer it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his cock was variety of thick in my handwriting, but it feels enormous as it stretches my pussycat as I slide down onto him. I must possess looked surprise, maybe a short panic-stricken, as it seemed for a second like he was too big for my tight young kitty-cat. But God made men and woman to know. Doug steps forward, puts my vertebral column against the wall and pushes. We both grunt, moan or cry out, or all three as his cock stint me and sloping trough inside. I felt a bit like I was going to dissever in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for calendar month. Mr. drum sander, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new adept for me. He starts sliding his cock in my pussycat, maybe only an inch or so at a time.

"Nice and slow, sister. We got sentence. Let me fuck your tight piffling pussy."His strokes continued slowly, maybe sliding a little more cock each metre. I still get ace wet when I think about how that world-class cock felt.

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

"spirit 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 pecker back inside me really hard, ramming my hip into the concrete wall behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That go thrusting tingled every nerve ending in my physical structure as his shaft slid along the silklike paries of my pussy. I imagined it giving off arc. I knew my pussy juice were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no encouragement. His thrust slammed me into the bulwark each meter, each fourth dimension bringing me closelipped to the orgasm of my life.

"Harder. Make me cum. Make me cum hard."I looked Doug in the eyes, daring him to bang me arduous. bead of sweat appeared on his hilltop and lip. I felt his swither 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 screw,"Doug panted,"Do you bang how crazy you have been making me ? Odd fourth dimension to bulge out a conversation.

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

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

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

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my consistence erupted in a magnificent orgasm. I saw stars. My toes curled. My back arched. My tit have never been so hard. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his cock out of my pussy and lowers my animal foot to the reason. Don't stop…

"bit around. bend over. Hands against the wall."Doug grabs a big handful of my hairsbreadth, puts the pass of his cock against my pussycat and slowly button punishing inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my tomentum. Hard. It hurts. I want him to pull it unvoiced. In this berth, his cock hits all new spots, or hits old ones with a different character of his tool. I cum immediately.

"Holy shit ! Holy shit ! Mmmmm ! Good Shepherd !"I felt a wave of intense tingle, the only way to delineate it, emanating from my pussy. I could barely stay standing. It was beyond de***********ion. Suddenly Doug pulls out of my pussy.

"Britt I am going to cum !"I want it. I want his jizz on me in me somewhere. I drop to my genu and snap Doug's cock. It is wet and slick magazine from my twat 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 program of what I would do at this bit ; let him cum in my mouth, let him cum on my knocker or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His cock pulsed in my hand and a vast stream of cum striking my face and runs down onto my tits. Another. And another. I overt my oral cavity and catch one of the watercourse in my oral cavity. It's warm and it's unenviable and tastes like the ocean. I love it. I close my oculus to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my brass. My cheek, my frontal bone, my mouthpiece, my fuzz. I have cum everywhere on my side. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my expression. I was wrong. I fucking have intercourse it. His warm cum is running down my look. Some into my sassing, some dripping onto my mammilla, some falling to the story. My inaugural facial nerve and it is superb.

Doug regains his composure a piffling and helps me to my animal foot. I feel kind of stupid with jizz all over my face. Doug smiles.

"You look gorgeous. Hottest thing I've ever seen."He leans over and kiss me, licking his cum from my sassing. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my nose and puts it in my sass. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a sister robin begging for some more cum from his spit. Then he kisses me grueling, his tongue in my mouthpiece, his mighty men gripping my lilliputian ass. I have never forgot that moment. Doug steps towards the raging cascade, still billowing steam. He takes my hand.

"Let's get cleaned up."

Brittany

After Mr. electric sander fucked me in the shower that Night, we had to play it cool. Now we didn't make eye contact at exercise, I stopped playing biz with my towel whenever he came through the girls'locker room. Looking back on it, our behavior had changed so much people must suffer known that we fucked.

I kinda thought process that Night in the shower bath would be a one-time thing, scratch an itch, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one Night after practice and talked about how unseasonable that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the outline of his stiff throbbing turncock through his shorts, and my drip pussy made a noticeable wet spot on my spandex shorts. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were majestic to have resisted. At to the lowest degree I was.

Summer basketball rolled around, meaning travel tournaments around the area. My parents were busy with their body of work, and thought it was so dainty that Mr. Sanders volunteered to drive me to the away tournaments. We pretended we were sang-froid. We weren't.

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

The campaign started out okeh. We talked about the day's opponent, mate and the like. I caught him stealing glances, so I hiked my clothes when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. smoother was adjusting his rooster as we drove. It was so hard it must receive hurt. I put my backside back and put my feet up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my knees. The frock slid up my second joint. If my legs weren't together my pussycat would have been exposed. The tight top of the dress displayed my severely nipples, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

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

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

"Of course I did."Mr. drum sander was visibly sweating now, and no amount of adjusting his knickers could conceal his slopped 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 bridge player between my leg. I was already really wet and my digit slid easily between my labia, stopping to knead my throbbing clit."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could feel the orgasm kickoff to build.

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

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

"will you just shut out up and rive out your cock before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a little surprised, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pants off pulling the left slope, then the right side until his beautiful prick was bobbing in his lap. I never got a look at his putz in the light, but now I saw it was a nice one, not Brobdingnagian, maybe six inch, but pretty thick. No marvel it stretched my virginal pussy so wide. Mr. sander kept both hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead at the road. His cock danced with his pulse, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my tooshie belted ammunition and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"full stop talking,"I said as I took the thickening of his cock in my mouth and swirled my knife around the head. I loved the perceptiveness of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that night in the shower. Mr. drum sander groaned loudly as I pushed his putz as far down my throat as I could, which was n't very far. I gagged a little and slid him out of my oral cavity. I used my knife to lick his shaft from orb to tip. His hawkshaw danced a piddling each time my natural language flicked the head. He was breathing heavily.

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

"pornography. raft of erotica,"I laughed. I reached between his leg and lifted his balls from between his legs. If his gumshoe was a trivial in a higher place norm, he had the most beautiful nut I have ever seen. Large chunk, dismissal that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your mouth when you sucked one into your mouth. I licked and bit his sack while slowly stroking his cock. When I took one of his ball into my mouth, I could feel Sir Thomas More precum run down my hand. His cock was oozing that sweetness juice.

I felt him reach down my back and tug my apparel up, exposing my ass and pussy. He wet his finger and put it on my son of a bitch like he was going to finger fuck my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his finger's breadth away. I took his orb out of my mouth long enough to say

"It's okay Doug, swordplay with anything you want. You know I'll do anything."He'd moved on to fingering my pussycat, and now it was my spell to moan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth half full of egg. I dropped his lump and massaged his shaft more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet sexual climax rolled through my physical structure, emanating from my clit to my question and down to my toes. I could feel my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my fuck high, I licked the streaks of precum from my mitt and his shaft. Not as thick but piquant, I thought to myself for no detail reason.

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

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

"You'll learn,"he said matter of factly as I composed myself. Mr. Sanders turned the car down a across-the-board dirt road with a derelict signaling marking an abandoned campground."This should do !"He smiled down at me as he tugged more on my lean dress, eventually pulling it off over my foreland. He threw my dress in the hinder seat and smiled at me as I sat up to see where we were.

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

"I know. Ain't it the groovy ? You spent the last ninety minutes 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 charwoman's clinic last calendar month and they started me on the pill."

"Seriously ? Wow, this day just keeps getting better."Mr. smoother turned right down a narrow malicious gossip road with a clearing in its bushed 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. electric sander had on a Polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the strawman of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to kiss him. Mr. sander had other 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 hood almost burned my mammilla, hot from the motor and the scorching summer sun.

"Grab the exhaust hood,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my fuzz. I grabbed the edge of the toughie. He lifted my legs off the primer as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the hood of a Toyota in the eye of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the pussycat or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the function where the young girl gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. smoother. I hope I'm right. He held my ankle, my knees bent while I clung to the hood of the car. I was lost. 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 button through my slit lips. He didn't say a word. Suddenly with one huge thrust, he is balls deep in my cunt. The head of his dick is pushing against my cervix.

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

"You've been teasing me all day, wearing a skimpy wearing apparel and no underwear, playing with your pussy. You knew when you got in the car this sunup that you wanted me to fuck you."Another hard poking into my pussy. I can imagine my pussy succus dripping onto the car exhaust hood 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 feel your cock."He starts sliding inside me just as hard, but not as far. He's trying not to hurt me. My fundament are off the ground, my top dog on the strong-armer of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, form me cum. ready me cum voiceless, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to play it cool in schoolhouse. It was Weird, I wasn't in love, I didn't want to have his babies, but I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mr. drum sander falls into this nice round, pulling out then filling my twat. Sometimes his rooster comes all the way out and he plays with my clitoris with the tip of his putz before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na make me…"I didn't get to fetch up. One last hard thrust and I was over the edge, falling through distance, my body 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 pull his cock inside my pussy and never let it go. Mr. smoother starts fucking me dissolute, all hips, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh fuck ! Britt ! Fuck !"One final push and I feel his cock erupt inside me. I love shaft and I love to sleep together, but that first gear thrill of cum in my pussy, his prick pulsation against the walls of my kitty-cat, the current of quick 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 minute 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 leg were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my pussy and running down my thigh. He turned and sat on the hood of the car, his spent cock still glistening with my succus. I sat next to him, and for a instant we just watched the cum drip out of my twat and run down the hoodlum of the car. With my digit 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 dangerous and concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

"I love sweet,"I said with a smile. I was still stroking his dick, which had become semi knockout again with all of the attention."There might be another loading in there after all."

"I wish,"Mr. Sanders said."I am spent babe. Maybe we safe make clean up and get going."

A great musical theme flashed into my fountainhead."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the thug, lying case up. I crawled up the exhaust hood on my hands and genu. The lens hood was a mess between my juices and his load."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his head teacher, straddling his face.

"You're not going to make me eat…"he didn't get to eat up his protest as I sat down hard on his cheek, covering his lip with my pussy. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his grimace, wiping cum and pussy juice all over his face. He grabbed my ass to hold me still, then started licking me from the Qaeda of my fix to the top of my dent. He stuck his tongue oceanic abyss inside me, making me cum instantly. I had no idea his spit 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 trusted I didn't attention. He licked my clitoris clean with long dim diagonal that made me grab his hair and hold his face in my cunt. He licked my labia clean, 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 legs were gross rubber, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the tough, totally fuck dazed. I couldn't move. Mr. electric sander saw me staring into space and went into the car. Soon he returned with a towel from his bag and started wiping me houseclean. He wiped my second joint, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to represent a hoops game with some dude's cargo on my thigh, but… He cleaned my pussycat gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his turncock and Lucille Ball of the residue of our fucking.

I peeled myself off of the car hoodlum. Mr. Sanders was going to sustain a punishing meter explaining that hood to the car wash, but whatever. I was bent-grass over the back arse, retrieving my frock from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to have a tough time explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing basketball bowlegged ?"

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