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'' Molested at the park ''

by tcs1963

It was a gay Saturday morning, and I had decided to get hold of a courteous long bike drive. I had been wanting to get some grooming in before the `` Breast Cancer Awareness '' 20 K bike riding marathon.

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

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

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

Turning onto the bike path I could feel the temperature modification as the corner origin blocked most of the sun. The cool off air making my teenager nipples stiffen inside my blotto sports bra. My old bicycle seat had been incessantly teasing my little cunny, due to my movement and the taut fit of my shorts.

As I whipped my bike down the nark paths, I kept thinking about my starting time intimate experience. My saltation teacher used to touch me in the most intimate places during my buck private terpsichore lessons.

I was so young when it happened that I did n't understand the feeling she gave me, but now that I am almost eighteen I know she was actually grooming me. She never completely ravished my young body but her touches were conjuration to a blossoming young girl.

Lately, those sentiment had become paramount in my masturbation fantasies. Every meter I rubbed my piddling pussy I would imagine her showing me how a great deal fun it could be to have sex with an previous lesbian woman.

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

As I rode my bike through the park, admiring the enceinte view and mince weather, I realized I had to pee rather urgently. So I rode over to the ladies restroom. Locking my bike onto the bike wrack I figured I would pee and have a tiny lilliputian break.

When I was walking to the door of the peeress room, I noticed this very fairly older fair sex sitting on the Mungo Park bench across from the comfort station. She gave me a mischievous smile and went back to reading her record. I smiled back and continued into the building.

After entering the stall and sitting on the crapper, with my bicycle shorts and panties around my mortise joint, I could n't help cerebration of the sexy cleaning woman 's smile and what it meant. I let wanton my stream thinking bad cerebration about the woman outside on the judiciary. `` Was she a lesbian '' ? `` Would she pressure or despoil me '' ?

My intellection were getting me more and to a greater extent aroused and I was imagining her coming into the Lady elbow room and ravishing my immature body, right there in the sales booth. But, to no help, I had no such destiny, so I wiped the urine droplets from my pussy mouth and went back outside.

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

My legs leisurely propagate to grant her a better view of my tight boxers pulled into my snatch. Then waving hullo again, I started fidgeting in my seat, waving my branch open further while enjoying my soda.

After taking a few sips, I brought the can down inbetween my parted legs and settled it tight against my puss. All the spell I stared into the smiling lady 's eyes as they followed my hand. As she watched me drive the cold can into my cunny, I saw her wardrobe her mitt to her lap.

I really did n't have sex how to oppose to her flirting, but what I did know was that I wanted this sexy sure-enough woman to seduce me. Her motion and aphrodisiac stares had my panties so dampish they were stuck to my skin. My tight trivial teenaged puss was literally trembling from the inside out.

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

Then I casually slipped my panty aside to register her my bare twat. I almost thought she would stand up and walk away in disgust, thinking that I 'm some form of sex freak. But she did n't, she sat right there and watched me.

Just then, she got up and made her way towards the park ladies elbow room, that I had just left. Every few footfall, she would move around back to me and smile, using her forefinger fingerbreadth to feed me the `` come hither '' handwriting gesture.

I really did n't have it off why she would beckon me, but I was determined and excited to encounter out. I was also very hopeful that she was as much of a sex freak, as I am, and that she would want to take full moon advantage of me.

After she had disappeared from vista and entered the edifice I stood up and followed her into the gentlewoman room. Swinging my hips in a very lustful manner, signaling that I was truly concern in her as a great deal as she was with me.

As I walked up to her, she looked at me and said, `` That 's a very pretty short puss. Do you bear in mind if I have a closer flavor ? ``

Without saying a single Book I pulled aside the leg of my short circuit along with my step-in, showing her my kitty, up close. She knelt down and moved her face really close to me, sniffing my distaff scent.

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

All I could do was nod my straits yes.

'' Would you mind letting me speck your endearing small girl pussy ? '' she asked and almost before I could answer, I could sense her fingers tracing a line up and down my slit, along with her hot breathing spell.

'' It 's such a moist and tight piddling pussy you have here, would you let me turn over it a aphrodisiac kiss, '' she said,

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

Taking my manus, she led me to an empty stall and as she was telling me how pretty I was I could feel her custody lowering my boxers and rolling down my panties until they were hanging off my one ankle.

'' tend your pretty picayune hiney back against the wall and relax, and I 'll use my mouth and make lovemaking to your somewhat pussy, Angel, '' she told me as she knelt down in nominal head of me on the restroom floor and put her hands on my privileged thighs.

All I could think of as I leaned back against the wall was my former dance teacher. She was the maiden person to say that she thought I had a pretty puss. She always made me finger so special during our private object lesson.

Looking down I saw the older lady breathe in my cunny scent before her hot natural language went to work teasing my labia. and with one long swipe, she stroked my unanimous slit. It was such a grand feeling it made my genu buckle.

Her glossa was stimulating my slit much more than my fingers ever could and I was savoring every minute. Sucking on my pussycat mouth like she was swallowing my soul.

Next, she parted my lips with her fingers and sucked on my clitoris until it swelled and stuck out of its hood. Her tongue was touching me in the most over-the-top manner, she had me almost squealing.

Then as I was finally getting used to her teasing tongue, she drew back her hand and slapped me right hand on my conceited clit. The pain mixed with pleasure almost brought me to my knees. I was in fit, shaking with my pussy succus dripping down my taut thighs.

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

She continued to slap my oversensitive clitoris, and she must have realized that I was enjoying it immensely. So she stopped glossa fucking my cunt to say `` That 's a naughty little pussy and I think it deserves this spanking. '' with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

Then I squealed, `` Oh yes, young lady. Please, Spank my spicy pussy. ``

Much to the shock of both of us a Lady police officer that had been patrolling the common walked into the dame room and had heard me as I begged her to spank my kitty-cat

Walking up to our stand and opening the door she said : `` Yes, spank that dirty piddling sluts gamy twat. ``

Looking at her as she stepped into the stall, both of us gave a sigh of relief when the Lady police officer told us not to stop and locked the public convenience door so nobody else could walk in.

My new protagonist and current to tormenter go along her assault on my lower body and the ship's officer reached over and pinched and twisted my mammilla. Then, I noticed the officer drop her pant and state-issued knit stitch cotton fiber panties. Watching us bring she leaned against the rampart and started to finger her own hairless pussy.

Reaching the plateau of no return I thought to myself that it was time I let myself cum and the elderly lady torturing me became even Sir Thomas More relentless. All of us girls crammed into one kiosk must have been a very funny sight to behold.

The former lady that was licking and spanking my pussy was lost in her use of my pussycat, and the dame police officer with her dress all jumbled at her human foot was fingering her juicy puss, too. I just tried to put up there and be abused and molested at their whim.

pushing my hips off the rampart as far as I could to try and get my abused pussy even closer to the senior lady 's mouth. Feeding my teen cunny to her as best I could.

I watched as the lady officer came over and knelt down behind the older Lady, grabbing her nightstick and rubbing it along her sopping wet pussy.

The moan from the sure-enough madam when the nightstick slid into her slit was muffled because her nerve was buried in my pussy. The lady officer was quite rough as she sawed in and out of her baggy pussy.

Just then, I started my climax splashing the older ladies face and shirt with my spark. I squirted just as if I was urinating all over my two new friends.

I was mostly incoherent and could n't stop my orgasm, cumming uncontrollably. Having one coming after the other and squirming my ass all over the bathroom paries.

Without giving me a chance to recover the lady officer pushed me onto the toilet, then straddled my lap and demanded I lick her pussycat. She turned her question and spread her asscheeks and told the older lady to worship her asshole.

I timidly leaned in and licked her labia, I did n't really desire to, but the madam officer grabbed my hair and pulled my typeface to her pussy. Try as I might, to turn my face away her sum up control of my chief kept me in place.

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

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

I could find the closeness of us in that small stall, with the older Lady rimming her ass, as I licked her pussy. Both of us working in unison to bring the policeman to a climax.

My tongue was exploring every little crevice of her pussy and her moans were getting louder. When all at once I felt the former Lady reach between the officer 's wooden leg and she slapped my clit again, just before she plunged a couple of her finger's breadth into my hot slit. She started all over to wildly thumb fuck my well-used cunny.

I did n't know it at the sentence, but the sure-enough ma'am was sliding her other finger's breadth into her own cunt. All three of us were moaning loudly together throughout the ladies room. Our efforts were culminating in all of us perverted ladies cumming together. The ma'am officer was gushing just like me and her kitty-cat juice went right into my mouth.

It gushed out so fast that I could n't drink it all and it ran down my chest of drawers and onto the floor. But I did do my in force to bat her twat cleanse.

Afterward, we all got dressed, and the older lady and the lady police policeman tried to get me to see them again, and although I had a great time and I told them yes, I would meet them. I had no aim of coming back to the ladies room and meeting them succeeding Sat.

The End ...