I was a fourth-year in high school when I started dating Nate, who was also a senior, and one of the stars on our school day's football game and basketball game teams. Since we typically went out after he was done with recitation, I'd often go over to his star sign an hour, or so, early to wait for him to get home and shower.

It was just Nate and his Fatherhood, so I usually spent the time watching TV, shooting kitty, or just chatting with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get dwelling house. The weird thing was that Mr. C always seemed to be in his boxershorts when I arrived. He worked as a car shop mechanic at a local shop, and he peeled his clothes off as soon as he got home every day, spending the residue of the eventide in his boxers…and sometimes a t-shirt…regardless of whether or not I happened to be visiting.

One day, about two calendar month after I started dating Nate, I got to his house while he was still at practice, just like I normally did, and Mr. C opened the door when I knocked.

He smiled and said,"Hey, Donna…c'mon in ”, as he stepped aside so I could enter. We exchanged squeeze, then I followed him into the family room where we typically watched TV until Nate got home. Just like the other prison term I'd come by, Mr C was in his boxers and a t-shirt, so everything seemed pretty normal.

As we watched whatever movie happened to be on the pipe, I couldn't helper but notice that Mr C kept glancing over at me. I smiled to myself and blushed a little when I realized he was checking out my white meat. It made sense - I was an attractive brunette….about 5'5 ”, with a skillful physical structure and 34E tits…and I wasn't wearing a bra. I almost never wore a bra because I liked the feeling of my boobs swaying and jiggling when I walked, and I enjoyed the attending I got from my mammilla poking out from whatever top I was wearing.

That day I was wearing a smashed tank top made of a light cotton fabric and, with no bra on, my areolas were almost visible through the flimsy material and my nipple bumps were obvious. Mr. C was having a hood sentence keeping his oculus on the TV and, after the third base or fourth time I caught him staring at my chest, he gave me a sheepish grin and suggested we play some billiards in the den while we waited for Nate to get home.

Still smiling at the dilemma I was creating for him, I said,"Sure, Mr. C ”, and followed him over to the pool table.

As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a collapsible shelter was developing in his bagger short pants. Trying not to be obvious, I couldn't assistance but correspond out the fact that he was clearly getting an erection, probably from watching my jiggling knocker and protruding nipples. When he stood up after racking the musket ball, I could see that his dick was hanging down one leg of his shorts and, as it began to stiffen, it was creating a moderately clear outline of his jibe in his shorts. It was an impressive sight….his dick appeared to be about 8"long and fairly thick….and I was pretty sure enough it wasn't fully erect yet.

He caught me checking out his bulge and, when our middle met, he nodded slightly and flashed another grin at me….this one seemed to be more conspiratorial than sheepish.

I smiled and glanced away, and we began casually playing pool….chatting amiably and trying to hold open our center off of the other's extrusion and bulges, but not doing a very serious job of it.

After about ten second, it was my good turn to tear and I decided to try a bank guessing. I glanced at Mr. C's crotch…where his fully engorged bastard was clearly pressing against the restraining fabric of his boxers…and asked if he could avail me estimate out how to bank my shot.

He said,"Sure, Donna…here, let me usher you."He stepped behind me and leaned over my back as I bent over the kitty board. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass as he placed his mitt near mine on the pocket billiards stick.

From behind my left ear he said,"If you aim for that piffling diamond with the cue ball, it should knock your ballock right into the corner pocket…go ahead and move over it a try."

As he removed his hands from my pool joystick so I could fritter, he slipped one hired man around my shank, and used the former one to softly massage one of my breasts, finding my firm nipple with his fingers as he did. At the Lapp clock time he pressed his pelvis forward, rubbing his clay rod against my ass impertinence in a gentle, rocking motion.

Feeling his turncock against my ass and his fingers pressing my boobs, I smiled to myself and took my shot….and made it. I realized I was enjoying the sensations of his hands on my tit and his rigid Pole pushing against my ass, so I didn't move after my jibe for a few second base as he continued bumping his erecting against my butt from behind.

I laughed, and….still set over the kitty table….looked back over my berm and said,"It worked, Mr. C…looks like you're pretty near at this."

He chuckled and replied,"Nah…you just involve to let the stick do the work."

Since I wasn't trying to worm away from him, Mr C figured he had a green light and began pawing my mamilla more aggressively. With one manus still squeezing one of my bosom, he used the other deal to reach between us and pull my step-in down to my articulatio genus, then flipped my skirt up onto my lower back. Then he fished his fully raise member from inside his shorts, stroked it a few times while bouncing the tip against my raw ass boldness, before sliding it up and down the fissure of my pussy.

Mr C moaned and said,"Wow, Donna, you're soaking wet. I guess all these sticks and ballock sort of got to you, eh ?"

I laughed and replied,"Yeah, let's see what you can do with that stick,"as he smeared my kitty juices all over the tip of his rooster, then slid it into my vagina….slowly at first, but then more quickly as he shoved it bass inside me.

My God, it felt right !

He was about the like length as Nate, but a bit thicker, and his motherfucker was hitting all the right spots inside my cunt in this position…. I was still bent over the pool board, resting on my elbows, with my thigh pressed up against the shock absorber and my heavy breasts swinging freely beneath me. Mr C had pulled my tank top up yesteryear my dope so he could fondle my tits and pinch my tit while he continued to pound me from behind.

I'm not sure what had gotten me so worked up, but his cock felt tremendous. I closed my eyes and threw my top dog back, moaning, as a toothsome coming crashed through my entire body. With his ball sack slapping against my clitoris with every thrust, and his fingers tweaking my nipples, I felt a endorsement climax follow closely after the first….it was a little little, but still felt wonderful.

I moaned and murmured as my orgasm washed over me,"Oh, my God, I'm cumming…. aaaahhhhh .... aaahhhhh…. sanctum diddlysquat, that feels amazing…..hmmmm….uhnnn…uhnnn….yeah…yeah….just like that….shit, I'm cumming again….aaaahhhh….fuck, yesssssss……aaaahhhhh."

I laid my head on the felt of the pool mesa as I enjoyed my two orgasms, while Mr C kept hammering away from behind me. I could hear his breathing place Begin to catch, then he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock as deep into my cunt as he could and blasted various rophy of cum inside my slit, groaning and grunting as he did.

"Oh, yeah….uhnnn….uhnnnn….yeah…yeah ... .ooohhhhhhh….aaaahhhhhh….God, yesssss….hmmmmm…"

He slowed down, but kept sliding his hawkshaw in and out of my pussy as the finis few streams of semen spewed from the tip of his dick against the walls of my cunt. When he'd emptied his nutsack, he plopped himself down onto my book binding and we rested there on the pool table…his tool still stuck inside my snatch, and my nipple squashed against the felt material beneath me….while both of us caught our breath.

Suddenly, we heard the front doorway overt and Nate called out,"I'm plate, dad. I see Donna's car outdoors, so I guess she's already here ?"

Mr C and I both jumped up from the pool tabular array and quickly re-arranged our clothes….I pulled my tank top down over my exposed boobs, pulled up my panties and adjusted my doll, while Mr C tucked his now flaccid shaft back inside his boxers.

I hurried out to the foyer and wrapped my arms around Nate's neck, followed by a big ‘ welcome home'buss. I could sense some of Mr. C's cum dripping down the inside of my thigh, and I just hoped it wouldn't become obvious.

I said,"Hey, babe….how was practice ?"

Nate said,"It was OK…I'm kinda beat up. But it was good."Then he pulled me away to arm's length, looked me up and down, with his eye landing squarely on the bumps my mamilla were making in my tank car top and said,"Wow, you look outstanding. I love that kit on you."

Mr C had circled around from the den to the fellowship elbow room before sauntering up to the two of us, clapped his son on the shoulder and said,"Hey, Nate….rough practice today ?"

Nate said,"Hi, dad….yeah, a lot of tackling drills."Then he turned to me, gave me a peck on the lips and said,"I'm going to run upstairs for a shower. I should only be a few transactions, then I'm all yours."

After Nate went upstairs, Mr C and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised.

"sanctum shit, that was close,"I said.

Mr C nodded and said,"Yeah, but I have to say….totally deserving it."He reached out with both hired hand and gently massaged both of my boob, adding,"I've been wanting to grab these since the first day I saw you."

I blushed a little, reached out with my hand to tweet his prick through his drawers and said,"Well, this was more than I expected, but…I agree…definitely worth it."

He pointed me to the downstairs privy where I cleaned myself up and fixed my make-up for my date with Nate.

My date with Nate went great….he got a blowjob on the way to the eating house, and for dessert….he fucked me in the back seat of his car, with me straddling his lap - bouncing up and down on his stiff tool - while he fondled my boobs and sucked on my nipples.

Two days later, Nate and I had plans after his practice, so I again showed up at his house an minute, or so, early, figuring I'd spend some fourth dimension with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home.

Mr. C answered the door…in his packer, as usual….and let me in. As we hugged"howdy ”, I felt one of his hands squeeze my ass nerve, while the other one reached in between us and groped one of my knocker. I smiled to myself, then pulled away a piddling and said,"Why Mr. C…what's this all about ?"

I glanced down at his crotch, and noticed that his shit was hanging out of the slit in the figurehead of his boxers. It was semi-hard already, so it stuck out from his body, with a diffused bend to the putz, and the head pointing down at the floor.

He said,"I was hoping you'd seed over early again….last time was amazing. I haven't stopped thinking about it."

I giggled and said,"Me too, Mr. C….I couldn't miss another opportunity to get my hands on this bad boy."

I reached down and gently stroked his cock, feeling it maturate in my hand, as he grabbed a tit in each hand and began gently squeezing and pinching. I was wearing a shortsighted crop top made of stretchable lycra material that day, which left nothing to the imagery. My nipples always seemed to be unfaltering, and they made big bumps in the slim down, elastic cloth. I was also wearing a lightweight summer skirt with a flare bottom, and thong panties.

We were still standing in the vestibule and, after I had jerked Mr. C's expanding schlong for a while, he released my boobs and put his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees and encouraging me to give suck his dick. I didn't need a lot of encouragement….he had an impressive prick, and my lip seemed to automatically open and line the head of his gibe inside. I began bobbing my fountainhead back and Forth on his stiffening pole and running my knife around the rooftree of the bellying tip. At the same time I used one hand to stroke his growing shaft, while the other fondled his dangling nutsack.

Once he was fully tumid, I pulled his gourmandize SOB out of my mouth….admired it for a few s as I continued sliding my hand up and down the glistening shaft…then stood up, smiled at him, and turned toward the family room…pulling him along by his rigid cock.

When we got to the house room, I released his dick and pulled my crop top up to my chin, freeing my titty to bounce and jiggle as I plopped down on the sofa. Mr. C just stood there watching me as I slipped off my thong step-in, spread my legs wide, ran my finger along my pussy lips to moisten them, and began rubbing my clitoris.

"Is this what you were hoping for, Mr. C ?"I purred.

Mr. C smiled, kicked off his pugilist, and climbed onto the sofa, slipping in between my stage and using one hired hand to direct his rock severe prick toward my drench pussy. He rubbed the tip along my pussy lips a few clock time, then slid the read/write head of his tool inside me and began slamming it back and Forth River, pounding my bitch like a piston.

My God, this felt awe-inspiring ! I began grunting from the effect of his thrusts and moaning my delight as I felt a monolithic orgasm building between my legs.

"Uhnnn….uhnnn….uhnnn….yes….uhnnn…yes….just like that….fuck, yeah….my God, that feels good…. uhnnn…. uhnnn…shit, I'm cumming….uhnnn…yes….keep going….yesssss….aaaahhhhhh….hmmmm….aaaahhhhh….yes…..so good…."

Mr. C kept plowing my kitty-cat, his eyes locked on my weighty white meat swinging all over the stead and crashing into each other as he hammered away between my legs. Suddenly he grabbed both breast hard, and gave an redundant driving force with his peter, pushing it as far into me as he could, before blasting a Brobdingnagian load of cum thick inside my cunt.

We rocked our hips together a few more multiplication as he emptied his nutsack into my pussy, then lay down on top of me…his still hard dick shoved rich inside my vag….as we both caught our breath.

Fortunately, we weren't interrupted by Nate this time. After a few moment I crawled out from under Mr. C and scampered into the downstairs john to clean up and fix my makeup. Mr. C cleaned himself up in the kitchen, shoved his flaccid penis back into his boxer, then plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the TV. I joined him there after I finished in the privy, and we watched part of a situation comedy while we waited for Nate to get home.

I dated Nate until we went away to different colleges the following fall, so I managed to swing by his menage a picayune early every fourth dimension he had football or basketball practice session. When I knocked, I knew his founder would always answer the threshold in his boxers….sometimes he'd already have a tent in his underdrawers, and sometimes his semi-hard dick would be hanging out of the opening in the front of his boxers. It didn't really matter….within a few minutes his dick was rock hard and sliding in and out of my mouth or pussy.

Mr. C was pretty originative, too. He fucked me in the kitchen, on the sofa, out by the consortium, bent over the consortium table…sometimes he fucked me standing up right by the front door as soon as I arrived.

As far as I know, Nate never caught on. He was getting plenty whenever we were on a date, so there really was no reason for him to suspect.

Yep, that senior class was a good one. And I think my pet constituent was waiting for Nate to get habitation from practice .