Breiz's chronicle

Doug sander :

You know, I always led a quiet life history. I was a gym teacher, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any woman would consider a catch. I have kept my organic structure fit, muscular, form of ripped. So much right than the other cat my age or even younger. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some lady friend along the way, lived with a couple, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite group individual girls'school. The lady friend are in their teenage yr, which are ruffian. ruffianly years. Hormones are starting to rage, eubstance have been changing, and the lady friend are learning how to use their sexuality on son, while the son are learning about drear balls.

set of the little girl flirted with me over the years, mostly trying out their lines for boys, seeing how I would react. I got used to smiling back and ignoring their tending. So, I didn't think anything of it when the principal called me in early in the condition and asked me to coach the school basketball team in accession to my gym class. Seems one of my female person confrere needed an emergency leave. The principal only offered an extra couple grand for the new work, which seemed cheap. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had nothing to go dwelling house to anyway.

The school wasn't built to give gym teacher of the contrary sex. When I needed to get to the bureau inside the cabinet room, I would bang on the door and warn them I was coming in in 30 seconds. This would lead in lots squealing and banging of locker threshold as the girl tried to report up before I entered ( I doubt this arranging would be allowed today ). I averted my heart anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The second day of class I went through the drill to enter my office. I got inside the locker room and headed for the office door. There was a girl standing by the door, clad in her tight spandex gym clothes. Our eyes met for a present moment. I think she saw me see her blind drunk Cy Young torso up and down. She smiled. I saw her glance at my peter ( under dominance inside my UnderArmors ) which made me go silly, clear my throat nervously and blush. She stifled a giggle.

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

"Brittany. Hi Mr. Sanders ! I'm honorable, I'm just waiting for the other fille to come out class."

"Ah, in effect. Yes. Breiz. well. We'll starting time in a few minutes. Head out to the gym."Brittany smiled at my discomfort and bounced past me towards the door. I watched her perfect little ass bouncing out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my office, leaning back against the door, breathing heavily. What the Hell just happened ? Without my even thinking, my helping hand slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my cock. I was so flaming surd. If I didn't have to teach class I'd have gone and beat off to relieve the pressure.

What the infernal region happened ? Have you ever met someone and from the moment you met you just knew you were going to have intercourse ? Not aspirant mentation. No dubiety. You are going to have it away that person. And maybe they have the Saami impression. But something changed for me. In all my year being around such girls I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Brittany.

And she was less than half my age.

Brittany :

Sometimes you look back on matter you did in your life and recollect,"What the Hell was I doing ?"And if you're lucky, you have one you look back on and think,"That was sodding. Just perfect."I have one of those.

It was high gear school. I mean hoot, high school day ! Who has a perfect experience in high school ? I guess you could say I was an early pratfall. I never had a emergence spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curves, and getting lots of attention from the boys after shoal. I hated it. They were such immature asses. They started giving me sobriquet like"Boobany,"“ Breiz titty,"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 talking back, it would just encourage them.

So I didn't go to party or socialize a great deal. Played hoops with my admirer, boy and fille. The boys looked at me, but they were friends, they didn't join in with the nagging. But I loved how my trunk was developing. Nice bosom, 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 disbursal clip alone in my room, looking at porn on the net and performing with my kitty-cat. No one had ever had"the talk"with me, so I only had a vague belief 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 typeface !"So why did I proceed going back and watching that television over and over ?

So school started with much excitement. My acquaintance 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 schooltime.

We had gym class on the second or third day. We had a substitute, Mr. electric sander, a Male gym teacher ! The daughter were all excited at the malicious gossip of it all, all rustling and giggles. I didn't care, I loved gym grade and planned to try out for the hoops team, which Mr. Sanders was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be friendly with the coach before tryouts.

Mr. sander had to British pound on the door and holla he was coming in to the storage locker way. The fiddling girls would all scream and run and plow up. I thought it was my prospect to say hi to the coach, so I finished getting my gym clothes on and stood by his position door. Mr. smoother hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming lady friend, 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 rummy. He definitely checked out my body, which I was already used to from men. All that porno made me glance at his software system. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said bye and headed out to the gym to hold off for family to start. I bent down to retie my stoolie and something dripped to the floor.

My pussycat was dripping wet.

Doug electric sander

The next few weeks were agony. I could not get Brittany off my mind. My dick got sozzled when I saw her or thought of her. I picked up a woman at a bar. She was giving me an awful blowjob when I cried out"God yes, Brittany ! !"Her name wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Brittany was so Whitney Moore Young Jr.. Too young. Like five long time in prison house too young. think I could get a married woman in prison house, I thought darkly. But I kept putting consequences out of my mind. I was going to be intimate her. I had to.

basketball tryouts happened and Brittany made the team easily. A fine shooting safety. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a smile and always sat next to me on the bench when I was mapping out a play. Really snug. Like her second joint up against mine while I talked. Sometimes she rubbed her thigh a fiddling against mine while I talked. I think she knew that made me turn a loss my place and start stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One sentence I was designating her to involve the shot and I absentmindedly put my paw on her naked second joint. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my paw with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A couple time when I was going into the locker way after practice, the rest of the fille were in the exhibitioner. Brittany was at her locker, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a grin and put one leg up on the bench, causing the towel to fall away from her back, exposing her passably little bum. She was embarrassed or feigned plethora, 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 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 mystery story about her. She was happy and friendly and could do the girl next door thing, but you could never tell what she was thinking. Drove 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 waistline. I could suppose grabbing a smattering of that satiny hair and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that hair to stroke my cock and Lucille Ball and shooting a load of jizz into her hair. Nice young firm breasts and yes…a wild ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. branch that you just wanted wrapped around your hips while she rode your tool and took your shipment bass inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly backchat. When she made a swell free rein, I would cry"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Breiz, to deflect that attention, I think, began calling me"Old Man,"and would hazard to brush aside me. It didn't work.

Other people were noticing my fixation with Bretagne. The school was old and the locker way were kind of outdated. The main locker way had gray rusty lockers, grey flooring, shower with exposed piping and no ventilation for the steam. There were wide of the mark window sills about shoulder height and frosted windows at the back. It was too hard to reach them and they were rusted keep out anyway. Soap and shampoo gathered on the window sills. There was also a diminished locker room on the other side of the gym for manful coaches and staff.

I was in the men's'showers one day after exercise stroking a massive hard on trying to get Brittany out of my mind. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted somebody's body wash into my paw to lube my dick. I was startled by a vox behind me.

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

"Huh ? What ? What do you entail ?"

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

"I don't know what you mean."

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

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

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

"Ed, I…"

"Fuck who you want Doug, Brittany is a wench. Just gain sure you're okay with going to jail or getting murdered by her father."I left the shower bath and got out of the building as fast as I could.

Brittany

I don't know if I've ever really been in love. Maybe it is what they call pup love. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. electric sander. I didn't want to tie him and have his babies. I just wanted to do him. Even though I really didn't get it on how to do anyone. And I knew I would let that boy splooge in my face.

hoops pattern was torment. I just wanted to rival him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the seat following to him during the sentence outs. Our thighs would touch and it was galvanising. He didn't pull away. I would get so distracted I couldn't follow what he was telling us to do. And my pussy got so wet when we touched. My clit ached for alleviation. 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 awesome. 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 variety and warm and perhaps a bit bore. Every time I looked his way, he was giving me that look. Every. Time. I don't know 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 have it away him. I didn't think he would get up the nerve to move on me, so I planned to get him to incite on me. I watched some more porn so I wouldn't look stunned. All those things I thought were gross six months ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. smoother doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to smart. Now I was sliding my finger into my asshole in the shower to see how it felt. I'd play with my clit and bastard at the same time to see if I could cum like that. I could. It was softheaded. I barely understood what sex was and now I was obsessed with it.

I had to form my plan. 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 Sanders

Losing my job. Going to jail. Becoming a registered sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't care. It was the most powerful feeling I'd ever had. Nothing short of Brittany rejecting me was going to end me.

amount unknown were noticing. I was chatting with an opposing jitney 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 game, no ?"

"Ha ! Yeah, she takes a lot of pinny around the key and makes more than she misses. That's my whole point."

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

"Here's what I see. Every clip a girl takes a shot, you follow the testicle to see if it goes in, or who gets the bound. When your 23 takes a shot, you watch her ass all the way up and all the way down."

Crap. He was totally right. How can anyone tell that ? I thought I was playing it so cool down. horseshit. horseshit. bullshit.

That night was raining pretty hard, and I let the crew go right after the secret plan. They needed to get home safe. Some streets were flooding and some persona of townsfolk had lost mightiness. It didn't affair where I slept. But I had to put away the score circuit board equipment, micturate certain all the outside room access were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'locker room to get my paraphernalia out of my office staff. The locker way was empty. But there was a randomness. I could hear the shower running in the back of the locker room. Stupid girls I thought. The environmental contemporaries, I thought. I walked quickly back to the showers. I wanted to close up and go place while I could.

I turned the corner and stopped cold. Every shower bath was on, every window was open air. The cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot H2O making a thickly cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a individual. A girl. A shapely lady friend. Her spine was to me. Long dingy hair to her waist. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her hand was between her legs, playing with her cunt. Then the steam took her away again.

I was frozen. A million cerebration raced through my mind, but I can't call up a exclusive one. I thought I was frozen square, but I must take in made some noise. The soma turned its head towards me. It was Breiz. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that grinning that had enslaved me. She turned her body towards me and took a step closer. Just enough to thin the steam around her. She looked like an angel in the mist. I will always remember how the wisps of steam swirled between her titty. She was still playing with herself with her powerful hand. She reached out of the cloud towards me with her left hand.

"I need your help."

Then she stepped back into the cloud and disappeared.

Breiz

You know, it turned out much more dramatic than I planned. I made certainly everyone else had gone, and rushed to open the windows and plough 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 notice or come back to the showers. I was going to finger pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam exhibitioner for an hr waiting. I had spent the day, and the game, working myself into a wet, horny frenzy, so by the metre I got in the shower I had to bet with my clit to get some substitute. But I was super horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. electric sander had to get into his office off the girls'cabinet room, 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 only one left in the construction ( Had it been a janitor I would have fainted ). I looked over my berm at the sound and almost split out laughing. Mr. Sanders'typeface was this combination of electrical shock, desire and threat. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to contribute 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 management and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your help,"I can't remember exactly. Then I stepped back into the cloud. Now I was really stuck. Mr. drum sander could run away in little terror, yell at me to get dressed, or come fuck me. I didn't know which it was going to be. I was standing in the steam for I don't bang how longsighted, feeling more and more stupid.

Doug Sanders

I now know what people mean when they say your life story photoflash before your eyes. A million intellect why I should yell to Bretagne that I'm leaving. Years of acting by the rules, clawing my way to the behind as a gym instructor. Never making any waves, passing through life unnoticed, which was my goal. Then the future flashed through my foreland. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the little girl I fucked. My mug guess in the newspaper publisher. sob, apologizing, begging the court of justice for mercy. I couldn't get that song by The Police 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 moment to a greater extent than anything in the humans. Nothing else mattered.

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

I stepped straight into the warm 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 oversize watch. He was sporting the commencement hard cock I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porn headliner rooster. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those monster tool ( although I know now ) ! The tidy sum of his hard tool made me forget everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only stare at his cock and smile.

Mr. Sanders knew what to do. He grabbed me roughly around the waist and kissed me operose, while backing me up against the paries. The cold concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his organic structure. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. Mr. smoother held my arms over my head and thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was much taller than I was, so I could experience his cock pressed against my belly and his pendulant balls getting wet against my snatch lips.

I still commemorate that kiss. Not my showtime candy kiss, but the one that makes me wet every time I think about it. The warm water running down our consistence, the steam beading like sweat on our faces. His consistency pressed against me. Feeling his cock throbbing against my venter. Feeling my hard teat disappear into his chest tomentum. My arms pinned to the wall. The smell of him just taking control of me.

He released his candy kiss from my sassing and ventured down to my neck, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my arms which I flung around his neck. He put his paw under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my tit into his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Now the diaphysis of his cock was sliding between my cunt back talk and rubbing my button. I grabbed his hair and held my breast in his mouth. I never thought my dead body could feel so trade good, feel so live ! His dick rubbing my clit was more than than I could take.

"Oh God yes ! Oh God yes ! What are you….aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH !"My body exploded with the most amazing coming. I thought I knew how to touch myself, how to ca-ca myself cum, but his hard diaphysis stroking my clit took me to the next level. It was wondrous ! Taking one hand from around his neck, I reached between my wooden leg and wrapped my finger's breadth around my first hammer. Mr. Sanders had a nice cock. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inches. I don't know. It was just the first, and therefore the biggest putz I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock hard, but still flexible. Throbbing in my handwriting. 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 well. Oh God…"Mr. electric sander panted, his oculus closed to digest on the feeling of teenage finger playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. electric sander ? Does it feel good ? evidence me how to make you palpate good. Teach me how to touch you. I want to learn."I could feel my juices wetting his shaft, making my paw slide easily along his throbbing dick.

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

As much as I loved watching porn, as much as I lusted after Mr. sander, I still wasn't sure that I would actually necessitate his peter in my mouth and suck it when the time came. I didn't want to look dullard and gag on his hammer or choke on his spermatozoan. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my pegleg from around his pelvic arch, sad to discontinue his beautiful cock from caressing my purulent backtalk. I was going to get on my stifle to put his stopcock down my throat, but Mr. Sanders had other ideas. He had his paw 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 legs over each shoulder joint and came face to case with my twat, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me decently then and there, but again he had other ideas. He turned his brain and began licking, and biting and sucking the inside of my left thigh, starting at the knee and slowly—slowly—working his way up my thigh towards my cunt. My juices were practically pouring out of my pussy, I was so wet. I could finger my affectionate succus start to soak my ass.

After an agonizingly long time, Mr. Sanders'mouth was within inches of my aching cunt. I needed my snatch in his mouth so badly I was going to explode. Finally his head is squarely between my legs. I can find his hot hint on my shaven kitty. His nose brushes against my back talk. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his mouth. I grab his haircloth and try to crowd his school principal into my genital organ, but he is too strong. He kisses my pussy lips gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my right thigh. My pussy is on fire. I need his lip so badly.

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

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

"Frustrate me. Tease me. crap 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 lick my pussy ?"

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

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the freshest snatch you've had in your elderly make out lifespan !"

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

"OK ! OK ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE clout MY twat ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

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

Mr. drum sander kept torturing my clit with his tongue, swirling around the root, flicking his clapper along the bottom of the little knob of flesh, sucking it into his mouth, holding it gently with his teeth while his warm wet glossa had its way with my pretty short clitty. I was like a wild fauna, holding his tomentum in both my workforce, pulling his head into my crotch, my pelvic girdle trying to squeeze 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 body could feel like that. I didn't know how he was doing it, I just know I didn't want him to stop. I almost told him right there that I would be his sex slave forever.

Doug Sanders

I'll admit it. I love eating pussy. I am told I am quite good at it, way above average a few rich person said. But I was not prepared for Brittany's reaction to having my knife in her front jam. I was signify, I made her beg, licking and eating her thighs and just touching her pussy with my lips. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that time she was so turned on, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 seconds or so. She was riding my expression hard, using her rose hip to fuck my aspect with her pussy. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Breiz's pussy was dripping wet, so wet my aspect was quickly coated with her succus. And she tasted scrumptious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was perfective. I wonder if the guy who designed these locker way back in the 50s had pussy licking in head when he put the encompassing window sill at shoulder height. I could stand there and figure out her pussy for hours like that.

But I was getting ready to bust too. Her enthusiasm for having her slit eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to bang her snatch before I shot my onus. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't bring in that dropping my encumbrance in her puss was a sure itinerary to fatherhood. But I didn't see her next motility coming.

Brittany

"cum here. I want to get it on you."Mr. Sanders removed his souse aspect from my pussy and started to slide my bum off of the window sill.

"Wait a minute. I need you to do something else for me."I pulled myself up onto the window sill, turned around and got on all fours. I did the splits to get down my ass down to his expression floor. Spreading my ramification like that also spread my ass completely. I could feel the steam on my bastard. I felt him grab my pelvic girdle.

"Lick my bastard please. I want to finger your glossa on my asshole."

My petition 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-bodied to do whatever he wanted with me, put his cock wherever he wanted. I even borrowed my mom's vibrator and slid it up my ass to see if I could take it. It hurt some at first, but it felt good after my bum relaxed. Mr. sander'putz was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to have a go at it 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 bridge player were still on my hip. I could experience the warm steam and his hot breather 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 pornography watching ).

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

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. celebrate doing that…"I reached between my branch to run with my button. My body was just vibrating…

Doug Sanders

That one just gasconade me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of row I wanted to, I love ass. And Breiz had a decent house rocking perfective tense ass. Of form she did, she was a hot as snitch teenager. How does she know about rimming ? I was 35 when I first heard about it. Thought it was earthy until I tried it. Most charwoman my age don't want it won't do it.

But here is this gorgeous, mysterious young girl putting her ass in my facial expression and telling me to eat it. I am certain this is another few years in jail and another licking from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered asshole. An asshole that just begs to be licked.

I stick out my tongue and biff that grand anus. It tastes yummy. And the muscular tissue of her sphincter tighten just a bit when I pass my natural language over her anal retentive opening. I grab her coxa 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 pert little bum hole.

"Ohhhhh…"Brittany moaned as she used her coxa to push her asshole onto my natural language."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na make me cum…Mr. Sanders !"Brittany 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 cognise ! That was…"and Breiz just collapsed in a round of giggles. I chuckled myself as I kissed her sweet ass.

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

Breiz was still on hands and knees on the windowsill, her ass still by my grimace. I was going to gaol, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my index finger in my mouth and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum hole. Her sphincter tightened at first, 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 slew in and out of her ass and slit. Brittany groaned.

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

Her hips moved and fucked my fingers with her pussycat and dickhead. So love hot, I can still see my digit disappearing up her lilliputian teenage ass. Even if I avoid slammer I am going to Hell, but I didn't precaution in that moment. This was hot.

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

"Oh my God…oh my god…"Brittany sighed as I tonguefucked her perfect ass. She took one hand to encounter 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 eff that. Ohhhhh…"When she came to her sess, she slid off of my finger and tongue."I want your cock now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding vogue was actually form of hot. I still had a little sense.

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

Brittany grabbed my hammer and stroked it slowly as she spoke."So cum in my ass."I almost fainted.

"No, brit, 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 heroic poem ass nookie of my lifespan. But really. She's still a beginner no affair how much porn she's watched.

"Okay, following fourth dimension,"she said as she wrapped her arms around my cervix and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my hips."Just pull out before you cum."char always think that is easier than it really is.

Did she just say"next fourth dimension ?"

Bretagne

Geez, this guy licks my pussy, eats my ass, and can you believe he refuses to fuck my ass and balks at fucking my cunt ? Sometimes you just have to take things into your own manus. I jumped up on his hips, so his hammer was right on under my snatch. I didn't do all this not to get eff. 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 midst in my hand, but it feels tremendous as it stretches my twat as I slide down onto him. I must have looked surprised, maybe a little panicked, as it seemed for a 2d like he was too big for my besotted young pussy. But God made men and cleaning woman to fuck. Doug steps forward, puts my back against the wall and push button. We both oink, groan or cry out, or all three as his cock stretchiness 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. smoother, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new sensory faculty for me. He starts sliding his cock in my pussy, maybe only an in or so at a time.

"Nice and slow down, child. We got time. Let me fuck your tight picayune pussy."His chance event continued slowly, maybe sliding a little more shaft each clock time. I still get crack wet when I think about how that commencement cock felt.

"Uh-huh,"was about all I could come up with in response, maybe not even that much. Doug's fucking had my body humming like a guitar train, I don't lie with how else to describe it. Then I felt his cock 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 sound. I don't know. I was only paying attention to his cock.

"Feel me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his full length out of my cunt and pushing it back forcefully."Take it a bit harder Britt."With that he slammed his cock back inside me really heavy, ramming my pelvis into the concrete paries behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That live on jabbing tingled every nerve ending in my organic structure as his shot slid along the slick walls of my pussy. I imagined it giving off Muriel Spark. I knew my kitty-cat juices were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no encouragement. His drive slammed me into the wall each clock time, each prison term bringing me closelipped to the orgasm of my life.

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

"Uh ! Uh ! Uh ! Uh !"He grunted with each jabbing. My ass made a slapping strait each clip it hit the bulwark.

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

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

"Oh….oh…geez…yes…I…love…this"I was transformed. My physical structure felt active, tingly, fulfilled. Odd belief while fucking but that is what I felt.

"make me cum…make me cum…make me cum…"Doug's cock was amazing. Hit all the rightfulness spots. Perfectly. I was going to cum.

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my dead body erupted in a magnificent coming. I saw stars. My toes curled. My back arched. My nipples have never been so knockout. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his prick out of my pussy and lowers my feet to the primer coat. Don't stop…

"bend around. Bend over. Hands against the wall."Doug grabs a big fistful of my hair, puts the head of his cock against my pussy and slowly pushes difficult inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my hair. Hard. It hurts. I want him to perpetrate it knockout. In this position, his rooster hits all new spots, or striking old unity with a different function of his dick. I cum immediately.

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

"brit I am going to cum !"I want it. I want his jizz on me in me somewhere. I drop to my human knee and grab Doug's cock. It is wet and slip from my pussy and it slides easily in my hand. He is practically excited.

"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 moment ; let him cum in my rima oris, let him cum on my tits or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His cock pulsed in my hired hand and a huge watercourse of cum hits my nerve and runs down onto my tits. Another. And another. I open my backtalk and bewitch one of the streams in my mouth. It's warm and it's sticky and discernment like the sea. I love it. I close my heart to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my case. My face, my forehead, my oral fissure, my haircloth. I have cum everywhere on my face. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my face. I was wrong. I fucking lie with it. His warm cum is running down my expression. Some into my back talk, some dripping onto my tits, some falling to the level. My first facial and it is superb.

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

"You look gorgeous. red-hot thing I've ever seen."He leans over and kisses me, licking his cum from my lips. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my nose and puts it in my mouth. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a baby robin begging for some more cum from his tongue. Then he kisses me hard, his lingua in my mouth, his powerful manpower gripping my tiny ass. I have never forgot that bit. Doug steps towards the raging showers, still billowing steam. He takes my hand.

"Let's get cleaned up."

Bretagne

After Mr. Sanders fucked me in the shower bath that Nox, we had to play it cool. Now we didn't make eye liaison at drill, I stopped playing games with my towel whenever he came through the girlfriend'locker room. Looking back on it, our behavior had changed so lots people must have known that we fucked.

I kinda thought that nighttime in the shower would be a one-time matter, fray an scabies, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment way one night after practice and talked about how legal injury that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the scheme of his stiff throbbing turncock through his shorts, and my dripping pussy made a noticeable wet dapple on my spandex shortstop. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were proud to own resisted. At to the lowest degree I was.

summer basketball rolled around, meaning travel tourney around the area. My parents were fussy with their employment, and thought it was so Nice that Mr. sander volunteered to take me to the away tournament. We pretended we were cool. We weren't.

To travel to the first game, I had my uniform and equipment in my gym bag. I wore a suddenly sundress with an open plunging back, almost to my ass. aught underneath. Strappy slave sandals with just enough heel to make my ass spliff out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The drive started out okay. We talked about the day's opposite, teammates and the ilk. I caught him stealing glimpse, so I hiked my dress when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. Sanders was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so operose it must give birth hurt. I put my seat back and put my substructure up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my articulatio genus. The dress slid up my thighs. If my legs weren't together my kitty-cat would own been exposed. The stiff top of the dress displayed my hard nipples, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

Mr. Sanders 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 consider me to these games, 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 dust long ago. And loved it. Didn't you ?"

"Of form I did."Mr. Sanders was visibly sweating now, and no measure of adjusting his pants could hide his pissed cock."But we should cool down it. We could both get in trouble."

"You can cool it if you want. I don't want to."With that I spread my human knee a bit and skid my script between my wooden leg. I was already really wet and my fingerbreadth slid easily between my labia, stopping to massage my throbbing button."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could find the orgasm showtime to build.

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

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

"Will you just shut up and pull out your turncock before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a fiddling surprise, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pants off pulling the left side, then the right face until his beautiful rooster was bobbing in his lap. I never got a look at his dick in the visible light, but now I saw it was a gracious one, not huge, maybe six in, but pretty heavyset. No admiration it stretched my vestal pussy so wide. Mr. drum sander kept both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead at the road. His shaft danced with his heart rate, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my posterior whack and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"occlusion talking,"I said as I took the node of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I loved the preference of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that dark in the exhibitioner. Mr. Sanders groaned loudly as I pushed his dick as far down my throat as I could, which was n't very far. I gagged a niggling and slid him out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick his shaft from Lucille Ball to tip. His dick danced a piffling each time my tongue flicked the head. He was breathing heavily.

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

"Porn. Lots of erotica,"I laughed. I reached between his pegleg and lifted his testis from between his legs. If his gumshoe was a piddling above average, he had the most beautiful balls I have ever seen. Large globe, hammock that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your mouth when you sucked one into your oral cavity. I licked and bit his chemise while slowly stroking his cock. When I took one of his orchis into my oral cavity, I could sense more precum run down my hand. His tool was oozing that sweet juice.

I felt him reach down my back and tug my clothes up, exposing my ass and pussy. He wet his finger and put it on my asshole like he was going to thumb fuck my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his finger away. I took his orb out of my sass long enough to say

"It's hunky-dory Doug, bid with anything you want. You know I'll do anything."He'd moved on to fingering my pussy, and now it was my routine to moan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth half wide-cut of ball. I dropped his ball and massaged his shaft more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another seraphic climax rolled through my body, emanating from my clit to my headspring and down to my toes. I could feel my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my get laid high gear, I licked the stripe of precum from my hand and his shaft. Not as thick but piquant, I thought to myself for no particular reason.

"We got ta do something about this,"Mr. Sanders muttered as I licked his throbbing cock like an ice ointment cone. Suddenly he takes his hand from my pussy, grabs a big handful of my fuzz and pushes my head onto his cock. I was almost heave, but I liked being told what to do.

"Britt, you have to get wind how to swallow all of my cock."Pulling my tomentum harder, he pushed his dick farther down my pharynx. This clock 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. drum sander turned the car down a all-encompassing soil road with a derelict sign marking an abandoned campsite."This should do !"He smiled down at me as he tugged more on my skimpy dress, eventually pulling it off over my chief. He threw my garb in the rearwards 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 time at all. Now you are driving down a scandal road with a raw underage girl in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the expectant ? You spent the last ninety transactions teasing and taunting me, and now I am going to establish 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 cobbler's last month and they started me on the pill."

"Seriously ? Wow, this day just keeps getting better."Mr. sander turned right down a narrow dirt road with a clearing in its dead end. The car lurched to a stop.

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his trunks off the repose of the way. I was naked except for my"fuck me"sandals, Mr. Sanders had on a polo shirt, snitcher and a raging hardon. We met at the front of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to kiss him. Mr. Sanders had former plans as he grabbed my hair with one hired hand, pinned my arm behind me with the other and roughly crouch 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 hood,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my hair. I grabbed the edge of the hood. He lifted my legs off the soil as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the lens hood of a Toyota in the middle of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the snatch or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the part where the young girl 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 hoodlum of the car. I was helpless. I loved it.

I heard his shoes scape on the dirt as he positioned himself between my branch. I felt the tip of his pecker push through my pussy rim. He didn't say a Good Book. Suddenly with one Brobdingnagian thrusting, he is formal deep in my pussy. The head of his peter is pushing against my cervix.

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

"You've been teasing me all day, wearing a lean dress and no underclothing, playing with your pussy. You knew when you got in the car this daybreak that you wanted me to fuck you."Another hard thrust into my kitty. I can envisage my pussy juices dripping onto the car hood and running off onto the ground.

"Then give it to me Doug ! Fuck me as hard as you can. tear your load inside me. I want to find your cock."He starts sliding inside me just as grueling, but not as far. He's trying not to hurt me. My groundwork are off the undercoat, my chief on the thug of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, prepare me cum. Make me cum hard, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to play it chill in school. 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. electric sander falls into this nice rhythm method, pulling out then filling my pussy. Sometimes his putz comes all the way out and he plays with my button with the tip of his hawkshaw before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na urinate me…"I didn't get to finish up. One end operose jab and I was over the edge, falling through space, my body tingling, my toes curling my entire body pulsating.

"Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! Doug ! ! Yes ! !"I started pulling myself on the punk, sliding myself on and off his cock. I wanted it all. I wanted to pull his stopcock inside my pussy and never let it go. Mr. Sanders starts fucking me libertine, all coxa, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh fuck ! brit ! fucking !"One net push and I feel his cock erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to love, but that first rush of cum in my cunt, his tool pulsing against the walls of my pussy, the flow of warm thick cum shooting inside me, filling me. I don't know that I've ever had another feeling like that. I didn't want it to end. Doug stayed hard for a couple minutes after he came, and he managed to arrive at me cum softly a pair clock time before he withdrew his tool and put my infantry on the ground. My leg were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my pussy and running down my second joint. He turned and sat on the hood of the car, his spent shaft still glistening with my juice. I sat following to him, and for a minute we just watched the cum drip out of my kitty-cat and run down the strong-armer of the car. With my finger I scraped some cum off of my thigh and put it in my mouth.

"I can secern this is going to be a trouble,"I said, semi seriously.

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

"How to decide where I want you to cum. You fucked my pussy so hard I can barely abide, but I don't get to feel you fill up 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 incumbrance. Hope that's okay."

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

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

"I know."Impulsively I hopped off the car cowl and stood in forepart of Mr. Sanders, still holding his hawkshaw. I bent over and began gently cleaning his shaft with my tongue. I started at the node, still oozing bit of cum, licked his shaft clean and jerk and sucked his balls until I couldn't taste him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

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

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

A cracking musical theme flashed into my head."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the hood, lying boldness up. I crawled up the hood on my hired man and genu. The cowling was a sight between my juice and his load."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his drumhead, straddling his face.

"You're not going to take a crap me eat…"he didn't get to finish his objection as I sat down hard on his face, covering his mouth with my pussy. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his fount, wiping cum and puss succus all over his look. He grabbed my ass to carry me still, then started licking me from the base of my hole to the top of my slit. He stuck his tongue deep inside me, making me cum instantly. I had no idea his tongue was so long.

"Oh shit Doug ! What was that ?"I asked into the air, grinding harder into his face. I wasn't sure he could rest, but I was sure I didn't tutelage. He licked my clit sporting with long slow virgule that made me grab his hairsbreadth and harbour his typeface in my bitch. He licked my labia blank, and even licked some of his cum from my inner thighs. I was done counting how many multiplication he made me cum.

But now my legs were complete rubber, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the toughie, totally fucked dolt. I couldn't movement. Mr. drum sander saw me staring into space and went into the car. Soon he returned with a towel from his bag and started wiping me clean. He wiped my second joint, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to wreak a basketball game with some buster's load on my thigh, but… He cleaned my pussy gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his cock and ball of the balance of our shtup.

I peeled myself off of the car hood. Mr. smoother was going to suffer a hard time explaining that thug to the car wash, but whatever. I was bent over the back tush, retrieving my dress from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to give a tough fourth dimension explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing basketball bowlegged ?"

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