When I was sixteen I had this bus number one wood named Rob. He was in his fifties, and the gracious guy out there. He would always spill the beans to the youngster on his bus, but I think I was his favorite. I would always get in the bus first so that we could babble, and in the three years I had had him as a driver we became close. So it came as no surprisal to me or my parents when he asked if I wanted to come over to his house to shovel Snow for Tennessean hour. My parents said yes, and that night instead of getting off at my bus full stop I stayed on until he brought me to his menage.

Before I go any further, let me devote you a little bit of information about myself. I was tall for my age, around 5'9 ”, and I was in pretty skilful cast. Not for any exercise I did, but the fact that I had a fast metabolic process and trade good genes. I had 38DD tits, which I had caught Rob staring at more than once, and a nice round of drinks burble butt. I had short hair, which I was always dying random colours. At the mo it was blue. okey, back to the tale.

When I finished shovelling Rob's driveway, he invited me in to his house for some hot chocolate and a snack, which I ate gratefully. My parents weren't coming to blame me up until six, and it was only four by the time we moved to his livelihood room, sitting next to each other on the couch.

"So Olivia, how's your boyfriend ?"Rob asked, slinging an arm around my articulatio humeri.

I grimaced, looking up at him."Non existent. He dumped me yesterday."

"Awe sweetheart, that's no good. Come here."He opened his arms, and I scooted towards him so I was practically sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt my knocker printing press into his chest. When I pulled away, the location of his arm around my berm made his hand declension almost to my boob.

I smirked slightly at the feeling of it, a plan whirring in my mind."Yeah, it sucks. He was no skillful anyway though. atrocious at fucking, and he had a tiny dick."

Rob turns bright red at my Word of God, and he looks down at me sternly."That's no way to spill Olivia. Pretty girl like you shouldn't have a potty mouthpiece like that."

I giggle, arching back back enough so that my knocker is pushed into his hand."That's not all this throne mouth can do."I say with a smirk.

Rob looks down at the hand he now has pressed to my breast, the exclusively thing between our peel was my thin tshirt and bra, and a knowing grinning crosses his face. He squeezes my bosom lightly, as if testing my reaction, and when I don't react he slips his bombastic manus into my bra.

I let out a flaccid groan as his finger motion-picture show over my nipple, which have always been quite medium, and I lean up to entreat a osculation to his lips. He responds in variety, kissing me back with a hunger. Soon our natural language are tangling, and his hand is still tight on my boob.

I swing my leg up and over his, so I'm cladding him still but now straddling him. Out kiss doesn't stop, and soon his other script discovery my chest. I moan into his mouth, grinding down on the heavily tool I can finger in his drawers. He moans too, and we pull away, panting into each other's mouths. He reaches down to the bottom of my shirt, and I pull it off. He reaches behind me, unclipping by bra and pulling it down my arm, letting my perky nipple free.

He leans forward, latching onto one of my nipples, and I tilt my point back and moan loudly."Fuck Rob, yes go on doing that."I moan out, and I feel his teeth mark my pap. I can sense wetness already dripping between my branch, every base on balls of his spit sending a subscriber line of fire to my pussy. Suddenly he pulls back, and I whine is disapproval.

"I believe you said there was something else that pretty mouth of yours could do ?"He says, and I smirk, slowly sliding off of him to the storey in between his legs.

"Oh, so now it's a pretty mouth ?"I ask with a giggle, my discussion dying in my throat as he starts to undo his bloomers. I reach up and help, yanking them over his thighs along with a distich of bloodless boxers. His pecker springs gratuitous, slapping against his tum. It's around eight column inch long, way bigger than my ex's. I smile hungrily, reaching up and wrapping my fingers around it, stroking from top to ground. I run my finger over his balls before returning to the tip, gliding my handwriting through the precum already there.

Rob groan, his oral sex tilted back in delight, so he doesn't see as I sit up, taking the forefront into my oral fissure. I see him snap to fully aid, and he watches as I slowly subside my header onto his length, slowly taking all of him into my mouth. I have no gag reflex, so it was quite easy to do.

When I reach the groundwork, Rob grabs the back of my fountainhead, forcing me to stay there. I breathe through my nose, focusing on the smell of him. Soon he lets me go, only to jump fucking my typeface with a fierceness, moans erupting from his mouth. I let him jazz my face, loving the belief of his Ball slapping against my Kuki. After a few moments of this, he pulls out of my oral fissure with a pop.

"Wan na lie with you."He moans, and I nod, standing up. He moves, grabbing me by the arms and placing me on the couch where he was just sitting. He yanks down my pants, then reaches out for my step-in. Those seem to frustrate him, so he just rend them off my consistency and throws them aside. I hiss in outrage, but he doesn't placard.

He kneels down, pressing his face into my pussy, lapping up the wetness he finds there. Soon, his lingua is joined my fingers, two of them forcing their way into my tight hole. I moan loudly, bucking up into his face. He finger sleep together me quickly, his mouth latched onto my button, and soon in cumming on his grimace, my succus going everywhere.

As I'm cumming, he stands up and slips his peter into me, which only intensifies my orgasm, and soon I'm writhing around his cock. He shows no self dominance, fucking into me like a madman, his globe slapping my ass. He leans down, latching onto one of my nipple, sucking surd, and soon I'm cumming around his huge cock again. I hear him oink, his chance event becoming faster and faster until he stops, and I feel forget me drug of cum being spurted into my pussy.

I let out a pant, trying to advertize him off me, but he stays put. He tilts his nous towards my ear, and I hear him whisper"I'm sterile. You won't get pregnant."Before he latched onto my mammilla again.

I sigh slightly, and I wait for him to finish cumming in me. Once he pulls out, he flops down on the put next to me. We're both trousering, the remains of our sexual climax still coursing through us. I lean over and kiss him, and at that consequence we hear a car pull into the private road. My parents had arrived to cull me up.

I scramble to find my wearing apparel, grimicing at the snap underwear. I throw them at Rob, and he catches them, pressing them to his nose."A small keepsake for you."I laugh, and he laughs too.

He stands up, walking over to press a candy kiss to my sass before I walk out the door."I'll see you on Monday."He says with a smirk, and slaps my ass as I walk out the doorway.

I reply with a grin."See you on Monday.. ”