Brittany's Story

Doug Sanders :

You know, I always led a quiet sprightliness. I was a gym instructor, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any woman would consider a arrest. I have kept my body fit, muscular, kind of ripped. So much better than the early guys my age or even jr.. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girlfriends along the way, lived with a dyad, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite private girls'school. The girls are in their teenage years, which are hoodlum. Tough years. endocrine are starting to ramp, dead body have been changing, and the girl are learning how to use their sexuality on boys, while the boys are learning about aristocratic balls.

pot of the girls flirted with me over the years, mostly trying out their logical argument for male child, seeing how I would respond. I got used to smiling back and ignoring their tending. So, I didn't think anything of it when the star called me in early in the full term and asked me to train the school basketball team in add-on to my gym classes. Seems one of my female colleague needed an emergency brake farewell. The principal only offered an excess couple grand for the new work, which seemed cheap. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had cipher to go dwelling house to anyway.

The school wasn't built to take in gym teachers of the opposite sex. When I needed to get to the office inside the locker way, I would bang on the doorway and discourage them I was coming in in 30 seconds. This would result in much squealing and banging of storage locker doors as the girls tried to cover up before I entered ( I doubt this system would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The second day of stratum I went through the exercise to enter my power. I got inside the footlocker room and headed for the function doorway. There was a girl standing by the threshold, clad in her taut spandex gym clothes. Our eye met for a here and now. I think she saw me reckon her tight young body up and down. She smiled. I saw her glimpse at my rooster ( under control 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 name yet.

"Brittany. Hi Mr. Sanders ! I'm good, I'm just waiting for the early girls to start class."

"Ah, good. Yes. Brittany. Well. We'll start in a few minutes. Head out to the gym."Bretagne smiled at my irritation and bounced past me towards the door. I watched her perfect little ass bounce 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 thought, my deal slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my cock. I was so shag heavy. If I didn't have to instruct social class I'd have gone and beat off to relieve the pressure.

What the Hell happened ? Have you ever met someone and from the moment you met you just knew you were going to sleep together ? Not wishful mentation. No doubt. You are going to make out that someone. And maybe they have the same feeling. But something changed for me. In all my days being around such girls I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Brittany.

And she was less than one-half my age.

Brittany :

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

It was high school. I mean mother fucker, heights school ! Who has a arrant experience in high school ? I guess you could say I was an betimes bloomer. I never had a emergence spirt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curves, and getting lots of tending from the boys after shoal. I hated it. They were such immature bum. They started giving me nicknames like"Boobany,"“ Brittany titty,"or just"Boobs."I was tired of hearing comments like"You would win any battle with those warheads,"or"I wish those headlamp were in my garage."I couldn't lecture back, it would just encourage them.

So I didn't go to company or socialize a good deal. Played basketball with my Quaker, male child and girls. The boys looked at me, but they were friends, they didn't join in with the nagging. But I loved how my torso was developing. Nice knocker, long shapely branch and a cute bum. I took some nude selfies in the mirror, but I never sent them to anyone. I also started outlay clock time alone in my elbow room, looking at porn on the internet and playacting with my pussy. 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 television of a blowjob and facial, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my look !"So why did I go along going back and watching that video over and over ?

So schoolhouse started with much excitement. My friends and I new to the building, so we were all getting lost. I hung with my few old booster, and made some new friends, girl coming from former schools.

We had gym category on the indorsement or third day. We had a substitute, Mr. electric sander, a Male gym teacher ! The girls were all excited at the scandal of it all, all whispers and giggles. I didn't care, I loved gym category and planned to try out for the basketball squad, which Mr. Sanders was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be favorable with the autobus before tryout.

Mr. electric sander had to pound on the door and holla he was coming in to the cabinet way. The little girls would all scream and run and wrap up 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 room access. Mr. Sanders hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming girls, 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 funny. He definitely checked out my body, which I was already used to from men. All that smut made me glance at his package. I swear I saw it move.

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

My kitty-cat was dripping wet.

Doug Sanders

The next few week were torture. I could not get Brittany off my mind. My putz got buckram when I saw her or thinking of her. I picked up a woman at a bar. She was giving me an awe-inspiring cock sucking when I cried out"God yes, Brittany ! !"Her epithet wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Bretagne was so youth. Too Edward Young. Like five years in prison too young. hypothesise I could get a wife in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting aftermath out of my mind. I was going to sleep with 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 future to me on the bench when I was mapping out a shimmer. 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 lose my place and start stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One time I was designating her to withdraw the shot and I absentmindedly put my bridge player on her bare 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 times when I was going into the locker room after practice session, the eternal sleep of the daughter 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 binding, exposing her fairly little 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 exhibitor 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 body developed. Beautiful with an air of secret about her. She was happy and friendly and could do the girl succeeding door matter, but you could never tell what she was thinking. force me egg. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'3"( I always put 5'6"on the squad roster ). Her hair was long, down to her waist. I could opine grabbing a handful of that slick hair and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that whisker to stroke my turncock and balls and shooting a cargo of jizz into her hair. Nice Pres Young firm tit and yes…a howling ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. Legs that you just wanted wrapped around your rose hip while she rode your pecker and took your load mystifying inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly banter. When she made a nifty play, I would holler"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Breiz, to debar that care, I think, began calling me"Old Man,"and would sham to ignore me. It didn't work.

former mass were noticing my fixation with Bretagne. The school was old and the storage locker way were kind of outdated. The master locker room had gray rust-brown lockers, hoar base, showers with exposed pipes and no airing for the steam. There were astray windowpane sills about shoulder superlative and frosted Windows at the back. It was too hard to turn over them and they were rusted shut out anyway. Soap and shampoo gathered on the window sills. There was also a belittled locker room on the other side of the gym for male handler and staff.

I was in the men's'showers one day after practice stroking a massive hard on trying to get Breiz out of my mind. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted somebody's consistency washing into my hand to lube my prick. I was startled by a voice behind me.

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

"Huh ? What ? What do you mean ?"

"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."

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

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

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

"Ed, I…"

"shtup who you want Doug, Bretagne is a bird. Just pretend certain you're okeh with going to put behind bars or getting murdered by her father."I left the shower and got out of the edifice as fast as I could.

Brittany

I don't know if I've ever really been in beloved. 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 marry him and ingest 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 praxis was excruciation. I just wanted to touch him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the stern next to him during the time outs. Our thighs would touch and it was electric. He didn't pulling away. I would get so distracted I couldn't play along what he was telling us to do. And my snatch got so wet when we touched. My clit ached for stand-in. Once when I was out of the game I was able-bodied to move my ass on the bench so the spandex rubbed my clit and I came right there. It was awesome. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will demonstrate up on YouTube someday.

And the way he looked at me ! Not pervy at all. Just kind and warm and perhaps a bit eager. Every fourth dimension 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 make love him. I didn't think he would get up the nerve to move on me, so I planned to get him to move on me. I watched some more porn so I wouldn't spirit dolt. All those things I thought were stark six calendar month ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. electric sander doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to hurt. Now I was sliding my finger into my asshole in the rain shower to see how it felt. I'd romp with my clit and bastard at the Sami prison term to see if I could cum like that. I could. It was crazy. I barely understood what sex was and now I was obsessed with it.

I had to take form my program. Either Mr. smoother 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 register sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't care. It was the most powerful feeling I'd ever had. Nothing unawares of Brittany rejecting me was going to stop me.

Total unknown were noticing. I was chatting with an opposing private instructor before a late season rematch and he brings it up out of the blue.

"You have a thing for act 23, don't you ?"23 was Bretagne'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 jumpers around the key and makes more than she misses. That's my unhurt point."

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

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

poop. He was totally right. How can anyone tell that ? I thought I was playing it so cool. Irish bull. dogshit. Crap.

That dark was raining pretty operose, and I let the crew go right after the plot. They needed to get home rubber. Some streets were flooding and some voice of town had lost great power. It didn't thing where I slept. But I had to put away the grudge board equipment, have sure all the exterior doors were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'locker room to get my gear out of my office. The locker room was evacuate. But there was a noise. I could hear the showers running in the back of the locker room. pudden-head girls I thought. The environmental multiplication, I thought. I walked quickly back to the showers. I wanted to shut down up and go rest home while I could.

I turned the corner and stopped cold. Every shower bath was on, every window was exposed. The cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot piddle making a thickly swarm of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a someone. A girl. A shapely female child. Her backrest was to me. Long dark haircloth to her waistline. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her hand was between her pegleg, playing with her kitty-cat. Then the steam took her away again.

I was frozen. A million thought process raced through my mind, but I can't remember a one one. I thought I was rooted solid, but I must make made some racket. The figure turned its head teacher towards me. It was Bretagne. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that smile that had enslaved me. She turned her body towards me and took a step closer. Just enough to slenderize the steam around her. She looked like an angel 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 helping 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 sure as shooting everyone else had gone, and rushed to open the windows and turn the showers on boiling hot to create a cloud of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. Sanders was going to mark or come up back to the exhibitor. I was going to experience pretty stunned ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam showers for an hr waiting. I had spent the day, and the secret plan, working myself into a wet, horny hysteria, so by the time I got in the cascade I had to act as with my clitoris to get some relief. But I was super horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. drum sander had to get into his power off the girls'locker room, I guess, and he came back to the showers. His sneakers squeaked on the wet trading floor, so I knew someone was behind me, and he was the sole one left in the edifice ( Had it been a janitor I would feature fainted ). I looked over my berm at the sound and almost abound out laughing. Mr. smoother'face was this combination of shock, desire and affright. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to turn over him a energy, so I stepped closer to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my manus out in his direction and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your aid,"I can't remember exactly. Then I stepped back into the cloud. Now I was really wedge. Mr. Sanders could run away in terror, yell at me to get dressed, or fall fuck 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 stupe.

Doug drum sander

I now know what people mean when they say your sprightliness flashes before your oculus. A million reasons why I should yell to Brittany that I'm leaving. yr of playing by the principle, clawing my way to the bottom as a gym teacher. Never making any undulation, passing through life unnoticed, which was my goal. Then the hereafter flashed through my promontory. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the little girl I fucked. My mug shot in the newspaper. sobbing, apologizing, begging the court for mercy. I couldn't get that Sung dynasty by The constabulary from repeating in my head teacher. No doubt I knew what I should do. I should run. I should go. I know that. But I wanted Breiz in that import more than anything in the cosmos. cypher else mattered.

I started ripping off my dress. My stiff cock bounced out of my pants. I can't go on the way I have been, like a lovesick pup. I didn't guardianship what anyone thought. It was going to happen.

I stepped straight into the warm steam. Brittany was waiting for me. She smiled.

Brittany

The steam parted in battlefront of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his oversize watch. He was sporting the outset hard cock I'd ever seen in individual. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porn star shaft. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those monster dick ( although I know now ) ! The sight of his hard cock made me forget everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only gaze at his rooster and smile.

Mr. Sanders knew what to do. He grabbed me roughly around the waist and kissed me hard, while backing me up against the wall. The stale 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. electric sander held my arms over my head and pierce his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was much magniloquent than I was, so I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach and his pendulant balls getting wet against my kitty lips.

I still commemorate that kiss. Not my first kiss, but the one that makes me wet every time I think about it. The warm water supply running down our organic structure, the steam beading like sweat on our faces. His body pressed against me. Feeling his tool throbbing against my stomach. Feeling my severe nipples disappear into his dresser hair. My weapon pinned to the rampart. The feeling of him just taking ascendence of me.

He released his buss from my lips 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 hands under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my pap into his mouth. I wrapped my ramification around his shank. Now the slam of his prick was sliding between my pussy back talk and rubbing my clit. I grabbed his hair and held my tit in his oral fissure. I never thought my body could feel so good, feel so alive ! His dick rubbing my clit was more than I could take.

"Oh God yes ! Oh God yes ! What are you….aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH !"My eubstance exploded with the most amazing climax. I thought I knew how to touch myself, how to make myself cum, but his gruelling beam of light stroking my button took me to the next level. It was fantastic ! Taking one hand from around his neck, I reached between my wooden leg and wrapped my digit around my start cock. Mr. Sanders had a courteous hammer. Pretty midst, five, maybe six inch. I don't know. It was just the first, and therefore the braggy dick I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock knockout, but still flexible. Throbbing in my hand. I began stroking the length of his stopcock slowly. Now it was his turn to moan.

"Oh oh geeez brit. Oh God that feels so good. Oh God…"Mr. electric sander panted, his eyes closed to decoct on the feeling of teenage fingers playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. Sanders ? Does it find soundly ? Tell me how to spend a penny you sense ripe. learn me how to have-to doe with you. I want to learn."I could finger my juices wetting his slam, making my hand 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 smut, as much as I lusted after Mr. Sanders, I still wasn't sure that I would actually take his peter in my mouth and suck it when the time came. I didn't want to look stupid and gag on his cock or choke on his sperm. But now I knew. I wanted his dick inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my legs from around his rosehip, sad to hold on his beautiful cock from caressing my pussy lips. I was going to get on my genu to put his cock down my pharynx, but Mr. electric sander had other ideas. He had his hired hand 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 and came expression to face with my bozo, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me right then and there, but again he had other idea. He turned his header and began licking, and biting and sucking the interior of my left thigh, starting at the knee and slowly—slowly—working his way up my thigh towards my twat. My juices were practically pouring out of my pussy, I was so wet. I could feel my warm juices start to sop my ass.

After an agonizingly long prison term, Mr. Sanders'mouth was within inches of my aching pussy. I needed my pussy in his mouth so badly I was going to detonate. Finally his head is squarely between my legs. I can experience his hot breath on my trim pussy. His wind brushes against my sass. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his mouth. I grab his whisker and try to fight his headway into my genitals, but he is too strong. He kisses my pussy lip gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my veracious thigh. My slit is on fire. I need his mouth 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. Make me waitress. 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 water me beg you to lick my pussy ?"

"I can't brand you. Only if you want it. Then you'll beg."His attention has returned to my pussycat, his brim just brushing against my wet cunt sass.

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the freshest kitty you've had in your aged flaming life history !"

"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 hotter 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 glossa between my kitty-cat lips, with the tip of his knife landing on my gormandise clitoris. He swirled his tongue around my clit twice making me cum instantly. It felt like the top of my brain blew off. I don't even know how to indite the sound that came out of my oral fissure. A Cross between a ululation and a cardinal belly laugh. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. Sanders kept torturing my clitoris with his tongue, swirling around the base, flicking his lingua along the bottom of the little knob of flesh, sucking it into his oral fissure, holding it gently with his teeth while his strong wet tongue had its way with my pretty little clitty. I was like a groundless creature, holding his pilus in both my manus, pulling his promontory into my genital organ, my hips trying to thrust my pussy into his mouth.

"Uhh ! Uhhh ! Yeah ! Do ! It ! Do ! It ! DO ! IT ! !"I was completely out of ascendence. I had no musical theme my consistence could experience like that. I didn't eff 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 good at it, way above average a few wealthy person said. But I was not fain for Brittany's reaction to having my tongue in her front hole. I was mingy, I made her beg, licking and eating her second joint and just touching her kitty-cat with my lips. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that time she was so aroused, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 sec or so. She was riding my face hard, using her pelvic arch to fuck my brass with her pussycat. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Bretagne's snatch was dripping wet, so wet my face was quickly coated with her juice. And she tasted luscious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was perfect. I wonder if the guy who designed these footlocker rooms back in the 50s had pussy licking in mind when he put the wide window sill at shoulder joint height. I could endure there and clobber her pussy for hours like that.

But I was getting ready to wear too. Her enthusiasm for having her kitty-cat eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to slam her pussy before I shot my load. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't realize that dropping my load in her pussy was a sealed route to Father-God. But I didn't see her following move coming.

Brittany

"come here. I want to fuck you."Mr. drum sander removed his drenched cheek from my pussy and started to slew 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 4. I did the splits to lower my ass down to his face level. Spreading my stage like that also spread my ass completely. I could feel the steam on my shit. I felt him grab my hips.

"Lick my asshole please. I want to feel your knife on my asshole."

My postulation 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 drive it. It hurt some at initiatory, but it felt good after my bum relaxed. Mr. sander'cock 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 away it.

But he is aspect to grimace with my ass and not doing anything.

"Brittany. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His hands were still on my hips. I could feel the quick steam and his hot breath on my anus. I wanted his tongue there. But I was embarrassed that he didn't seem to require 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 porno observance ).

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

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. Keep doing that…"I reached between my legs to playact with my clit. My torso was just vibrating…

Doug electric sander

That one just blew me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of course of action I wanted to, I love ass. And Bretagne had a gracious firm rocking consummate ass. Of row she did, she was a hot as shit stripling. How does she know 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 vernal girl putting her ass in my face and telling me to eat it. I am for certain this is another few years in slammer and another beating from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered asshole. An asshole that just solicit to be licked.

I stick out my tongue and lick that terrific anus. It tastes delicious. And the muscular tissue of her sphincter tighten just a bit when I pass my tongue over her anal retentive first step. I grab her hips and pull her closer. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass cheeks. I see Breiz 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 tongue."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na make me cum…Mr. Sanders !"Bretagne screamed"Oh my God !"as she came so hard she almost fell off the windowsill.

"Mr. sander, My God, that was…I don't even know ! That was…"and Bretagne just collapsed in a round of giggles. I chuckled myself as I kissed her fresh ass.

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

Brittany was still on manpower and knee joint on the windowsill, her ass still by my face. I was going to jail, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my forefinger fingerbreadth in my mouth and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum trap. Her anatomical sphincter tightened at commencement, resisting my digit, but it slowly relaxed and my finger slid inside her.

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

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

Her hips moved and fucked my finger's breadth with her pussy and cocksucker. So fucking hot, I can still see my finger disappearing up her tiny teenage ass. Even if I avoid clink I am going to Hell, but I didn't care in that moment. This was hot.

I slid my digit out of her asshole and slipped my tongue into her ass before her petite hole slammed shut. I couldn't go too deep, but Bretagne could feel the tip of my warm tongue in her anus.

"Oh my God…oh my god…"Brittany sighed as I tonguefucked her perfect ass. She took one hand to play with her clit while my finger's breadth massaged the smear 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 smoke, she slid off of my finger and tongue."I want your cock now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding style was actually kind of hot. I still had a little sense.

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

Brittany 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 fuck of my life. But really. She's still a novitiate no thing how much porn she's watched.

"Okay, adjacent meter,"she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck opening and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my hip."Just draw out out before you cum."Women always think that is well-situated than it really is.

Did she just say"next clock time ?"

Breiz

Geez, this guy licks my pussy, eat my ass, and can you believe he refuses to have it away my ass and hinderance at fucking my pussy ? Sometimes you just have to take things into your own work force. I jumped up on his hips, so his peter was right under my puss. I didn't do all this not to get sleep together. I just told him to commit out. Duh. Like, who's a tyro and who's the old guy ?

I grab his cock and direct it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his shaft was variety of thick in my script, but it feels enormous as it stretches my pussy as I slide down onto him. I must have looked surprised, maybe a little panicked, as it seemed for a second like he was too big for my tight young pussy. But God made men and fair sex to fuck. Doug steps forward, puts my backrest against the wall and pushes. We both grunt, moan or cry out, or all three as his hammer stretches me and glide inside. I felt a bit like I was going to split up in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for calendar month. Mr. Sanders, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new sensations for me. He starts sliding his cock in my puss, maybe only an in or so at a time.

"Nice and slow, baby. We got clip. Let me fuck your tight little pussy."His strokes continued slowly, maybe sliding a little more cock each fourth dimension. I still get topnotch wet when I think about how that first shaft felt.

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

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

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That last push tingled every spunk ending in my body as his pecker slid along the slick walls of my pussy. I imagined it giving off spark. I knew my pussy juice were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no boost. His knife thrust slammed me into the wall each time, each time bringing me nearer to the climax of my life.

"Harder. Make me cum. get to me cum hard."I looked Doug in the middle, daring him to love me strong. Beads of lather appeared on his brow and lip. I felt his sweat dripping onto my dresser and breasts.

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

"Do you know,"Doug panted,"Do you live how crazy you have been making me ? Odd time to bug out a conversation.

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

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

"Make me cum…make me cum…make me cum…"Doug's putz was amazing. Hit all the right spots. Perfectly. I was going to cum.

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

Doug slides his tool out of my kitty and lower berth my pes to the footing. Don't stop…

"Turn around. Bend over. bridge player against the wall."Doug grabs a big handful of my hair, puts the head of his dick against my pussy and slowly button hard inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my hair. Hard. It hurts. I want him to rip it harder. In this position, his cock hits all new patch, or strike old ones with a different office of his dick. I cum immediately.

"holy place prick ! sanctum shit ! Mmmmm ! Jesus !"I felt a wave of intense tingling, the alone way to discover 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 knee joint and grab Doug's cock. It is wet and slick from my cunt 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 architectural plan of what I would do at this instant ; let him cum in my lip, let him cum on my tit or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His cock pulsed in my hand and a huge stream of cum hit my face and runs down onto my mamilla. Another. And another. I exposed my mouth and get one of the stream in my mouth. It's warm and it's sticky and tastes like the ocean. I love it. I close my oculus to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my face. My cheek, my os frontale, my mouthpiece, my hair. I have cum everywhere on my face. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my cheek. I was awry. I fucking love it. His warm cum is running down my face. Some into my mouth, some dripping onto my teat, some falling to the floor. My first facial and it is superb.

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

"You look gorgeous. Hottest thing I've ever seen."He leans over and kisses me, licking his cum from my back talk. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my nose and puts it in my rima oris. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a babe robin redbreast begging for some more cum from his tongue. Then he kisses me grueling, his lingua in my mouth, his mightily bridge player gripping my petite ass. I have never forgot that second. 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 exhibitioner that Night, we had to flirt it cool. Now we didn't make eye tangency at practice, I stopped playing games with my towel whenever he came through the female child'locker way. Looking back on it, our behavior had changed so much masses must experience known that we fucked.

I kinda thought that nighttime in the rain shower would be a onetime matter, rub an scabies, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one night after drill and talked about how incorrectly that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the outline of his stiff throbbing rooster through his short, and my drip kitty made a noticeable wet berth on my spandex short pants. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were proud to cause resisted. At to the lowest degree I was.

Summer basketball rolled around, meaning change of location tournaments around the field. My parents were busy with their work, and thought it was so nice that Mr. Sanders volunteered to drive me to the outside tournament. We pretended we were cool. We weren't.

To travel to the first biz, I had my unvarying and equipment in my gym bag. I wore a myopic sundress with an open air plunging back, almost to my ass. cipher underneath. Strappy slave sandals with just enough bounder to make my ass marijuana cigarette out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The drive started out O.K.. We talked about the day's opponent, teammates and the similar. I caught him stealing glance, so I hiked my wearing apparel when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. drum sander was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so hard it must deliver hurt. I put my seat back and put my infantry up on the dashboard—feet together, implements of war wrapped around my knees. The dress slid up my second joint. If my legs weren't together my pussy would have been exposed. The closely top of the dress displayed my hard nipple, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

Mr. drum sander 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 ask 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 course of action I did."Mr. Sanders was visibly sweating now, and no amount of adjusting his knickers could blot out his stiff turncock."But we should chill it. We could both get in trouble."

"You can cool down it if you want. I don't want to."With that I spread my knees a bit and slip my hired hand between my legs. I was already really wet and my finger slid easily between my labia, stopping to massage my throbbing button."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could feel the orgasm start to build.

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

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

"Will you just shut up and pluck out your rooster before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a footling surprised, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pant off pulling the leave slope, then the right position until his beautiful tool was bobbing in his lap. I never got a looking at his dick in the twinkle, but now I saw it was a nice one, not huge, maybe six in, but pretty blockheaded. No wonder it stretched my virgin puss so panoptic. Mr. Sanders kept both hands on the cycle, staring straight ahead at the road. His prick danced with his heartbeat, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my rump belt ammunition and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"Stop talking,"I said as I took the node of his cock in my mouth and swirled my clapper around the head. I loved the perceptiveness of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that dark in the shower. 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 little and slid him out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick his ray of light from balls to tip. His shaft danced a little each clock time my tongue flicked the head. He was breathing heavily.

"God brit, that feels so have it off amazing ! Where'd you learn to go down like that ?"

"erotica. Lots of erotica,"I laughed. I reached between his legs and lifted his musket ball from between his legs. If his dick was a little above average, he had the most beautiful balls I have ever seen. Large balls, release that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your oral cavity when you sucked one into your mouth. I licked and bit his sackful while slowly stroking his cock. When I took one of his balls into my rima oris, I could feel more precum run down my handwriting. His cock was oozing that confection juice.

I felt him pass down my rachis and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and pussy. He wet his finger's breadth and put it on my shit like he was going to thumb have sex my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his fingerbreadth away. I took his ball out of my mouth long enough to say

"It's okey Doug, dramatic play with anything you want. You know I'll do anything."He'd moved on to fingering my pussy, and now it was my turn to moan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth half full of Lucille Ball. I dropped his formal and massaged his barb more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet-scented climax rolled through my consistence, emanating from my clit to my head and down to my toes. I could finger my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my fuck gamy, I licked the bar of precum from my hand and his gibe. Not as thick but saltier, I thought to myself for no fussy reason.

"We got ta do something about this,"Mr. Sanders muttered as I licked his throbbing cock like an ice cream cone. Suddenly he takes his hand from my slit, grabs a big handful of my hair and pushing my top dog onto his cock. I was almost choke, but I liked being told what to do.

"Britt, you have to learn how to swallow all of my cock."Pulling my hair's-breadth harder, he pushed his dick farther down my throat. This time I gagged loudly and drooled some expectoration 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 wide-eyed dirt road with a derelict sign marking an abandoned campsite."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 apparel in the back 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 poop road with a naked underage young woman in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the large ? You spent the last 90 bit 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 women's clinic last month and they started me on the pill."

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

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his short off the rest of the way. I was naked except for my"fuck me"sandals, Mr. smoother had on a polo shirt, stoolie and a raging hardon. We met at the front of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to osculate him. Mr. sander had other architectural plan as he grabbed my hair with one hired hand, pinned my arm behind me with the other and roughly bent me over the thug of the car. The alloy cap almost burned my nipples, 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 sharpness of the hood. He lifted my legs off the ground as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the hood of a Toyota in the middle of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the pussy or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the character where the vernal miss gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. electric sander. I hope I'm right. He held my articulatio talocruralis, my stifle bent while I clung to the lens hood of the car. I was incapacitated. I loved it.

I heard his place scape on the dirt as he positioned himself between my branch. I felt the tip of his cock energy through my pussycat lips. He didn't say a Book. Suddenly with one immense stab, he is Lucille Ball deep in my twat. The head of his prick is pushing against my cervix.

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

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

"Then feed it to me Doug ! Fuck me as hard as you can. scoot your incumbrance inside me. I want to feel your cock."He starts sliding inside me just as knockout, but not as far. He's trying not to hurt me. My feet are off the ground, my head on the punk of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, make me cum. Make me cum hard, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to play it coolheaded in school. It was Weird, I wasn't in passion, I didn't want to have his infant, but I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mr. smoother falls into this nice rhythm, pulling out then filling my kitty-cat. Sometimes his cock comes all the way out and he plays with my clitoris with the tip of his dick before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na defecate me…"I didn't get to complete. One last concentrated push and I was over the edge, falling through space, my eubstance tingling, my toes curling my entire consistence pulsating.

"Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! Doug ! ! Yes ! !"I started pulling myself on the exhaust hood, sliding myself on and off his cock. I wanted it all. I wanted to perpetrate his cock inside my kitty and never let it go. Mr. Sanders starts fucking me quick, all hips, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh fuck ! britt ! piece of ass !"One net button and I feel his cock erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to make out, but that commencement flush of cum in my pussycat, his cock impulse against the rampart of my pussy, the watercourse of quick midst 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 yoke minutes after he came, and he managed to make me cum softly a couple times before he withdrew his cock and put my pes on the ground. My peg 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 present moment we just watched the cum drip out of my slit and run down the hood of the car. With my fingerbreadth I scraped some cum off of my second joint and put it in my mouth.

"I can tell this is going to be a trouble,"I said, trailer truck seriously.

"What ?"Mr. Sanders said, suddenly dangerous and concerned.

"How to settle where I want you to cum. You fucked my cunt so hard I can barely stand up, but I don't get to feel you sate my mouth. I love the appreciation 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 Hades yeah. It's fine."I reached over and took his hitch, but still gorgeous putz 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 hood and stood in front man of Mr. Sanders, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his prick with my clapper. I started at the knob, still oozing minute of cum, licked his gibe clean and jerk and sucked his balls until I couldn't taste him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

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

"I wish,"Mr. drum sander said."I am washed-out baby. Maybe we well clean up and get going."

A nifty idea flashed into my head."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the toughie, lying face up. I crawled up the cowl on my work force and knees. The hood was a mess between my juice and his freight."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his headland, 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 aspect, covering his mouth with my pussy. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his brass, wiping cum and pussy succus all over his expression. He grabbed my ass to halt me still, then started licking me from the base of my hole to the top of my prick. He stuck his tongue oceanic abyss 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 breathe, but I was sure I didn't care. He licked my button clean with farsighted deadening strokes that made me grab his hair and hold his face in my bitch. He licked my labia make 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 complete caoutchouc, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the toughie, totally bang stupid. I couldn't move. Mr. Sanders 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 thighs, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to play a basketball game with some fop's shipment on my thigh, but… He cleaned my snatch gently, cleaning up anything his tongue missed. Then he cleaned his cock and balls of the residue of our piece of ass.

I peeled myself off of the car goon. Mr. Sanders was going to own a knockout time explaining that hood to the car wash, but whatever. I was bent grass over the back seat, retrieving my dress from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to take a hard time explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing basketball bowlegged ?"

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