Breiz's Story

Doug Sanders :

You know, I always led a quiet life. I was a gym teacher, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any woman would weigh a arrest. I have kept my physical structure fit, brawny, kind of ripped. So much in effect than the early bozo my age or even jr.. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girlfriends along the way, lived with a couple, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite private girls'schooltime. The lady friend are in their teenage years, which are tough. Tough age. hormone are starting to rage, bodies have been changing, and the girls are learning how to use their sexuality on boys, while the boys are learning about blue air balls.

deal of the girls flirted with me over the years, mostly trying out their course for son, seeing how I would oppose. I got used to smiling back and ignoring their aid. So, I didn't think anything of it when the lead called me in early in the term and asked me to coach the school basketball game team in addition to my gym socio-economic class. Seems one of my female fellow worker needed an emergency parting. The principal only offered an extra couple grand for the new work, which seemed flashy. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had nothing to go dwelling to anyway.

The schooltime wasn't built to have gym teachers of the opposite sex. When I needed to get to the office inside the locker room, I would bang on the door and warn them I was coming in in 30 moment. This would result in much squealing and battering of footlocker doors as the girls tried to cover up before I entered ( I doubt this arrangement would be allowed today ). I averted my middle anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The second day of class I went through the drill to participate my government agency. I got inside the storage locker room and headed for the office door. There was a girl standing by the room access, clad in her tight spandex gym clothes. Our oculus met for a here and now. I think she saw me look her tight young body up and down. She smiled. I saw her glance at my cock ( under control inside my UnderArmors ) which made me go silly, clear my pharynx nervously and flush. She stifled a giggle.

"Ahem. Yes. hi. What can I do for you… ?"I didn't know anyone's name yet.

"Bretagne. Hi Mr. Sanders ! I'm goodness, 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."Brittany smiled at my soreness and bounced past me towards the door. I watched her perfect trivial ass bound out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my part, leaning back against the door, breathing heavily. What the infernal region just happened ? Without my even thinking, my hand slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my turncock. I was so fucking hard. If I didn't have to teach category I'd have gone and beat off to relieve the pressure.

What the hellhole happened ? Have you ever met someone and from the moment you met you just knew you were going to bed ? Not wishful intellection. No doubt. You are going to fuck that person. And maybe they have the Lapplander belief. But something changed for me. In all my years being around such young woman I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to love Breiz.

And she was less than one-half my age.

Bretagne :

Sometimes you look back on thing 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 recall,"That was perfect. Just perfect."I have one of those.

It was heights schoolhouse. I mean take a crap, high schoolhouse ! Who has a complete experience in high school ? I guess you could say I was an other flub. I never had a increment spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curve, and getting mickle of attention from the male child after shoal. I hated it. They were such immature asses. 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 load,"or"I wish those headlights were in my garage."I couldn't talk back, it would just promote them.

So I didn't go to parties or socialize much. Played basketball game with my Quaker, boys and daughter. The son looked at me, but they were supporter, they didn't junction in with the nagging. But I loved how my body was developing. Nice breasts, 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 spending time alone in my room, looking at porn on the cyberspace and playacting with my pussy. No one had ever had"the talk of the town"with me, so I only had a undefined whimsey of what they were doing. The first of all time I saw a video of a cock sucking and seventh cranial nerve, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my side !"So why did I keep going back and watching that TV over and over ?

So schoolhouse started with much excitement. My friends and I new to the construction, so we were all getting lost. I hung with my few old friends, and made some new champion, female child coming from other shoal.

We had gym class on the second or third base day. We had a substitute, Mr. drum sander, a male gym teacher ! The girls were all excited at the scandal of it all, all rustle and giggles. I didn't upkeep, I loved gym class and planned to try out for the basketball team, which Mr. Sanders was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be well-disposed with the coach before test.

Mr. Sanders had to hammering on the door and holler he was coming in to the footlocker room. The little young lady would all screech and run and cover up. I thought it was my prospect to say hi to the omnibus, so I finished getting my gym clothes on and stood by his office room access. Mr. drum sander hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming miss, 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 consistency, which I was already used to from men. All that pornography made me glimpse at his software. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said goodbye and headed out to the gym to wait for family to go. I bent down to retie my gym shoe and something dripped to the floor.

My cunt was dripping wet.

Doug sander

The next few weeks were torment. I could not get Brittany off my judgment. My dick got stiff when I saw her or thought of her. I picked up a adult female at a bar. She was giving me an awesome blowjob when I cried out"God yes, Bretagne ! !"Her gens wasn't Brittany.

I was feeling like such a perv. Breiz was so young. Too young. Like five yr in prison too young. guess I could get a wife in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting consequences out of my mind. I was going to get laid her. I had to.

hoops tryouts happened and Brittany made the team easily. A fine shooting safeguard. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a smiling and always sat next to me on the bench when I was mapping out a drama. 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 bulge stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One time I was designating her to take the shot and I absentmindedly put my hand on her naked thigh. She looked at me seriously and briefly covered my hand with hers before pulling it away. I almost came in my shorts.

A pair times when I was going into the storage locker room after pattern, the sleep of the lady friend were in the shower. Brittany was at her footlocker, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a grinning and put one leg up on the terrace, causing the towel to fall away from her spine, exposing her somewhat footling bum. She was embarrassed or feigned embarrassment, but she wasn't that quick to underwrite up. And she always smiled at me when she was done. After those showdown I practically ran to the men's shower to jack up 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 whodunit about her. She was well-chosen and well-disposed and could do the fille next door affair, 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 roll ). Her haircloth was long, down to her waist. I could imagine grabbing a handful of that silky hair and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that haircloth to stroke my cock and balls and shooting a shipment of jizz into her hair. Nice young firm boob and yes…a rattling ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. Legs that you just wanted wrapped around your hips while she rode your cock and took your load deep inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly raillery. When she made a big manoeuvre, I would shout"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Brittany, to deflect that attention, I think, began calling me"Old Man,"and would pretend to ignore me. It didn't work.

Other multitude were noticing my obsession with Bretagne. The school was old and the locker rooms were kind of outdated. The primary cabinet elbow room had gray rusty lockers, gray floor, showers with exposed organ pipe and no public discussion for the steam. There were extensive window Sills about articulatio humeri height and frosted windowpane at the dorsum. It was too hard to contact them and they were rusted keep out anyway. Soap and shampoo gathered on the windowpane sills. There was also a pocket-size locker way on the other incline of the gym for male coach-and-four and staff.

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

"She has really gotten to you, hasn't she ?"I turned and it was Ed Peters 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."

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

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

"You look at her like a lost puppy. Every meter you see her. the great unwashed notice. Her Dad asked me what was up with you."

"Ed, I…"

"screwing who you want Doug, Brittany is a doll. Just make sure you're okey with going to jail or getting murdered by her father."I left the cascade 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 puppy lovemaking. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. smoother. I didn't want to marry him and ingest his babe. I just wanted to do him. Even though I really didn't recognise how to do anyone. And I knew I would let that boy splooge in my face.

Basketball practice was excruciation. I just wanted to touch him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the tooshie next to him during the time outs. Our thighs would touch on and it was electric. He didn't pull away. I would get so disorder I couldn't follow what he was telling us to do. And my pussy got so wet when we touched. My clit ached for relief. Once when I was out of the game I was capable to move my ass on the work 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 express 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 meter I looked his way, he was giving me that facial expression. Every. Time. I don't know how we won so many games that time of year. I started calling him"Old Man."I think it made him harder.

I decided I wanted to fuck 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 pornography so I wouldn't looking at stupid. All those things I thought were thoroughgoing six calendar month ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. Sanders doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to suffer. Now I was sliding my finger into my arse in the shower to see how it felt. I'd bid with my clit and motherfucker at the same time 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 spring my program. Either Mr. Sanders 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 elbow room. But I couldn't wait.

Doug smoother

Losing my job. Going to jail. Becoming a registered sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't forethought. It was the most powerful spirit I'd ever had. Nothing short circuit of Breiz rejecting me was going to finish me.

total alien were noticing. I was chatting with an opposing coach before a late season replay and he brings it up out of the blue.

"You have a affair 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 net secret plan, 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 time a girl takes a scene, you follow the formal to see if it goes in, or who gets the limit. When your 23 takes a shot, you watch her ass all the way up and all the way down."

turd. He was totally good. How can anyone tell that ? I thought I was playing it so cool. Crap. Crap. Crap.

That nighttime was raining pretty hard, and I let the crew go right after the plot. They needed to get habitation safe. Some streets were flooding and some contribution of town had lost power. It didn't matter where I slept. But I had to put away the mark circuit card equipment, ca-ca sure all the exterior room access were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'cabinet elbow room to get my gear out of my government agency. The locker room was empty. But there was a noise. I could hear the shower bath running in the back of the footlocker room. Stupid fille I thought. The environmental generation, I thought. I walked quickly back to the shower bath. I wanted to close up and go home while I could.

I turned the turning point and stopped cold. Every exhibitor was on, every window was open. The dusty humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot water making a thickset cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a person. A daughter. A shapely girl. Her backbone was to me. Long dark haircloth to her waist. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her deal was between her legs, playing with her pussy. Then the steam took her aside again.

I was frozen. A million persuasion raced through my mind, but I can't call back a single one. I thought I was frozen self-colored, but I must have got made some interference. The figure turned its head towards me. It was Breiz. Not startled. Unafraid. She smiled that smile that had enslaved me. She turned her body towards me and took a dance step closer. Just enough to melt off the steam around her. She looked like an angel in the mist. I will always remember how the wisps of steam swirled between her chest. 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.

Brittany

You know, it turned out much more dramatic than I planned. I made surely everyone else had gone, and rushed to open the windows and flex the showers on boiling hot to create a swarm of steam. After that, I didn't even know if Mr. Sanders was going to notice or occur back to the cascade. I was going to feel pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam showers for an 60 minutes waiting. I had spent the day, and the biz, working myself into a wet, horny hysteria, so by the sentence I got in the shower I had to dally with my clitoris to get some sculptural relief. But I was super horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. Sanders had to get into his authority off the girls'locker room, I guess, and he came back to the shower. His canary squeaked on the wet floor, so I knew someone was behind me, and he was the only when one left in the building ( Had it been a janitor I would take fainted ). I looked over my shoulder joint at the sound and almost bristle out laughing. Mr. Sanders'face was this combination of shock, desire and terror. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to give him a energy, so I stepped faithful to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my paw out in his direction and said something like"I need you,"or"I need your help,"I can't remember exactly. Then I stepped back into the swarm. Now I was really bewilder. Mr. drum sander could run away in 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 know how yearn, feeling more and more stupid.

Doug Sanders

I now know what people mean when they say your life fanfare before your eyes. A million grounds why I should hollo to Brittany that I'm leaving. Years of performing by the rules, clawing my way to the bottom as a gym instructor. Never making any waves, passing through life unnoticed, which was my goal. Then the hereafter flashed through my school principal. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the picayune girl I fucked. My mug pellet in the newspaper publisher. sobbing, apologizing, begging the court for mercifulness. I couldn't get that Sung dynasty by The police force from repeating in my head. No doubt I knew what I should do. I should run. I should go. I know that. But I wanted Brittany in that moment Sir Thomas More than anything in the domain. Nothing else mattered.

I started ripping off my apparel. My fixed cock bounced out of my knickers. I can't go on the way I have been, like a lovesick pup. I didn't care what anyone cerebration. It was going to happen.

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

Brittany

The steam parted in front of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his oversized ticker. He was sporting the first hard cock I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porn star putz. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those monster shaft ( although I know now ) ! The visual sense of his hard cock made me forget everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only stare at his putz 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 inhuman 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. Sanders held my munition over my top dog and thrust his knife deeper into my sass. He was much marvelous than I was, so I could palpate his putz pressed against my stomach and his pendulant balls getting wet against my kitty-cat rim.

I still think back that kiss. Not my commencement osculation, but the one that makes me wet every time I think about it. The warm water running down our bodies, the steam bead like perspiration on our faces. His dead body pressed against me. Feeling his peter pounding against my belly. Feeling my difficult pap disappear into his chest hair. My arms pinned to the rampart. The flavor of him just taking control of me.

He released his buss from my backtalk and ventured down to my neck, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my implements of war which I flung around his neck. He put his mitt under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my tit into his backtalk. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Now the shaft of his cock was sliding between my pussycat lips and rubbing my clitoris. I grabbed his pilus and held my breast in his mouthpiece. I never thought my body could sense so well, palpate so alive ! His gumshoe rubbing my clitoris was More than I could take.

"Oh God yes ! Oh God yes ! What are you….aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH !"My body exploded with the most amazing climax. I thought I knew how to touch myself, how to cause myself cum, but his hard ray stroking my clit took me to the succeeding layer. It was antic ! Taking one bridge player from around his neck, I reached between my legs and wrapped my fingers around my number 1 cock. Mr. electric sander had a nice putz. Pretty midst, five, maybe six column inch. I don't know. It was just the first, and therefore the self-aggrandising dick I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock hard, but still flexible. Throbbing in my hand. I began stroking the distance of his cock slowly. Now it was his bout to moan.

"Oh oh geeez Britt. Oh God that feels so trade good. Oh God…"Mr. Sanders panted, his eyes closed to concentrate on the feeling of teenage fingers playing with his manhood.

"Do you like that, Mr. Sanders ? Does it feel good ? state me how to have you finger good. teach me how to touch you. I want to learn."I could feel my juices wetting his shaft, making my handwriting microscope slide easily along his throbbing dick.

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

As much as I loved watching porn, as much as I lusted after Mr. Sanders, I still wasn't sure that I would actually lease his dick in my mouth and take in it when the fourth dimension came. I didn't want to count stupid and gag on his pecker or choke on his spermatozoan. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my peg from around his hips, sad to block off his beautiful cock from caressing my pussy lips. I was going to get on my stifle to put his cock down my throat, but Mr. electric sander had other ideas. He had his handwriting under my ass and lifted me off the ground and carried me over by one of the window sill. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the broad windowsill. He put one of my leg over each shoulder and came face to face with my zany, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me flop then and there, but again he had other ideas. He turned his head and began licking, and biting and sucking the inside of my left wing thigh, starting at the knee and slowly—slowly—working his way up my second joint towards my cunt. My juices were practically pouring out of my pussy, I was so wet. I could feel my fond juices start to soak my ass.

After an agonizingly long metre, Mr. Sanders'lip was within inches of my aching kitty. I needed my pussy in his mouth so badly I was going to detonate. Finally his head is squarely between my legs. I can feel his hot hint on my plane snatch. His pry brushes against my sassing. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his sass. I grab his hair and try to push his nous 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 kitty-cat is on fervour. 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 adoration of my right wing thigh.

"Frustrate me. bait me. Make me await. 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 do me beg you to lick my slit ?"

"I can't make you. Only if you want it. Then you'll beg."His attention has returned to my pussy, his brim just brushing against my wet snatch back talk.

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the fresh slit you've had in your elderly fucking life !"

"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 LICK MY PUSSY ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

Without another sound, he plunged his knife between my pussy lips, with the tip of his tongue landing place on my engorged clitoris. He swirled his tongue around my clit twice making me cum instantly. It felt like the top of my head blew off. I don't even lie with how to publish the sound that came out of my mouth. A hybridizing between a howling and a primal scream. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. Sanders kept torturing my clit with his glossa, swirling around the base, flicking his glossa along the bottom of the small knob of frame, sucking it into his oral fissure, holding it gently with his teeth while his warm wet lingua had its way with my pretty little clitty. I was like a wild animal, holding his hair's-breadth in both my hands, pulling his head into my genitalia, 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 idea my body could palpate like that. I didn't recognize 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 differentiate I am quite practiced at it, way above average a few have said. But I was not cook for Brittany's reaction to having my tongue in her front kettle of fish. I was base, I made her beg, licking and eating her thighs and just touching her slit with my sassing. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that prison term she was so aroused, so hot, that my knife was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 seconds or so. She was riding my look hard, using her hips to make out my face with her pussycat. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's cunt was dripping wet, so wet my face was quickly coated with her succus. And she tasted delicious. It was so hot, I almost came while eating her. The angle was perfect. I wonder if the guy who designed these locker rooms back in the 50s had pussy licking in mind when he put the wide windowpane sills at shoulder elevation. I could fend there and lick her pussy for hours like that.

But I was getting ready to bust too. Her ebullience for having her twat eaten had gotten me topnotch hot and I wanted to be intimate her pussy before I shot my load. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't pull in that dropping my burden in her pussy was a certain road to fatherhood. But I didn't see her next move coming.

Bretagne

"Come here. I want to roll in the hay you."Mr. electric sander removed his drenched face from my cunt and started to slide my bum off of the window sill.

"delay 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 lower my ass down to his case horizontal surface. Spreading my legs like that also spread my ass completely. I could feel the steam on my asshole. I felt him seize my rose hip.

"salt lick my whoreson please. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole."

My request was met with silence. Maybe he was startled or confused. Or maybe he was grossed out and trying to figure out what to evidence me. I wanted him to be able 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 secure after my bum relaxed. Mr. smoother'stopcock was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to fuck me wherever he wanted so I would take it.

But he is face to typeface with my ass and not doing anything.

"Bretagne. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His hands were still on my hips. I could feel the warm 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 porn watching ).

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

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. hold open doing that…"I reached between my legs to play with my clitoris. My physical structure was just vibrating…

Doug smoother

That one just blew me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of course I wanted to, I love ass. And Brittany had a nice house rocking perfect ass. Of row she did, she was a hot as damn teenager. How does she know about rimming ? I was 35 when I first heard about it. Thought it was gross until I tried it. to the highest degree women my age don't want it won't do it.

But here is this gorgeous, deep young girl putting her ass in my face and telling me to eat it. I am indisputable this is another few years in gaol and another lacing from her dad. But Brittany has this beautiful, pale puckered bunghole. An asshole that just begs to be licked.

I stick out my lingua and poke that terrific anus. It tastes Delicious. And the muscles of her sphincter muscle tighten just a bit when I pass my tongue over her anal retentive gap. 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 hips to force her asshole onto my tongue."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na realise me cum…Mr. Sanders !"Bretagne 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 make out ! That was…"and Breiz just collapsed in a circle of giggles. I chuckled myself as I kissed her perfumed ass.

"okay brit, I just had my natural language on your ass, I think that allows you to call in me Doug."

Breiz was still on bridge player and articulatio genus 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 indicant digit in my mouth and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum hole. Her sphincter muscle tightened at first, resisting my finger, but it slowly relaxed and my digit slid inside her.

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

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

Her hips moved and fucked my finger with her pussy and asshole. So fucking hot, I can still see my digit disappearing up her petite teenage ass. Even if I avoid jail I am going to Hell, but I didn't tending 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 cryptic, but Brittany could palpate the tip of my affectionate knife in her anus.

"Oh my God…oh my god…"Brittany sighed as I tonguefucked her complete ass. She took one hand to diddle with her clit while my finger massaged the spot inside her cunt. All of that input sent her over the edge.

"Ohhhhh…"she moaned quietly."Ohhhh…I enjoy that. Ohhhhh…"When she came to her weed, she slid off of my finger and tongue."I want your tool now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding manner 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 putz 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 larger-than-life ass fuck of my living. But really. She's still a beginner no matter how much porn she's watched.

"Okay, next time,"she said as she wrapped her coat of arms around my neck opening and pulled herself up, wrapping her stage around my articulatio coxae."Just root for out before you cum."charwoman always think that is easier than it really is.

Did she just say"side by side time ?"

Brittany

Geez, this guy licks my pussycat, eat up my ass, and can you consider he refuses to bed my ass and rafter at fucking my pussy ? Sometimes you just have to rent things into your own hands. I jumped up on his pelvic arch, so his cock was veracious under my pussycat. I didn't do all this not to get make love. I just told him to pull out. Duh. Like, who's a beginner and who's the old guy ?

I grab his prick and guide it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his turncock was sort of thick in my hand, but it feels enormous as it stretches my twat as I slide down onto him. I must sustain looked surprised, maybe a little panicked, as it seemed for a second like he was too big for my nasty Whitney Young pussy. But God made men and char to sleep together. Doug steps forward, puts my back against the wall and pushes. We both oink, moan or cry out, or all three as his cock stretching me and microscope slide inside. I felt a bit like I was going to break up in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for months. Mr. drum sander, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new genius for me. He starts sliding his hammer in my pussy, maybe only an inch or so at a time.

"Nice and slow, child. We got clock time. Let me fuck your stiff little pussy."His stroking continued slowly, maybe sliding a little more cock each time. I still get passing wet when I think about how that first base 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 string, I don't bed how else to discover it. Then I felt his turncock withdraw completely from my pussy, before he thrust it back inside me again, slowly but forcefully. I'm sure my optic widened again, or I made a shocked audio. I don't know. I was only paying attention to his cock.

"Feel me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his wide-cut distance 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 hard, ramming my pelvis into the concrete wall behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That concluding thrusting tingled every nerve ending in my trunk as his shaft slid along the silky walls of my pussy. I imagined it giving off Spark. I knew my pussy succus were dripping to the floor.

"Yeah. Again,"I whispered. Doug needed no encouragement. His poking slammed me into the wall each metre, each time bringing me closer to the coming of my life.

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

"Uh ! Uh ! Uh ! Uh !"He grunted with each knife thrust. My ass made a slapping audio each time it hit the rampart.

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

"I do. Everyone in schoolhouse knew you wanted to do it me. What they didn't know is how badly I wanted to know you. So eff me !"He calmed down and started letting me razz his tool, sliding along his shaft, putting it where it felt so good.

"Oh….oh…geez…yes…I…love…this"I was transformed. My body felt awake, 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 rightfulness spots. Perfectly. I was going to cum.

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

Doug slides his dick out of my kitty-cat and lowers my fundament to the terra firma. Don't stop…

"Turn around. bend dexter over. Hands against the wall."Doug grabs a big handful of my haircloth, puts the head of his cock against my kitty and slowly push button concentrated inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my pilus. Hard. It hurts. I want him to pull it concentrated. In this position, his dick hits all new office, or hits old ones with a dissimilar part of his dick. I cum immediately.

"Holy shit ! holy place shit ! Mmmmm ! Jesus !"I felt a wave of vivid tingling, the lone way to draw 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 and grab Doug's turncock. It is wet and slick magazine from my pussy and it slides easily in my mitt. He is practically delirious.

"Oh God brit. I'm going to cum…I'm going to cum…"I had all sorts of plans of what I would do at this second ; let him cum in my mouth, let him cum on my titmouse or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His cock pulsed in my hand and a huge current of cum hits my face and runs down onto my tits. Another. And another. I open my mouth and watch one of the flow in my mouth. It's warm and it's unenviable and tastes like the ocean. I love it. I close my eyes to retain from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my face. My cheek, my forehead, my mouth, my hair. I have cum everywhere on my expression. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my expression. I was haywire. I fucking love it. His ardent cum is running down my expression. Some into my mouth, some dripping onto my knocker, some falling to the story. My first facial and it is superb.

Doug regains his calmness a fiddling and helps me to my human foot. I feel kind of pillock with jizz all over my facial expression. Doug smiles.

"You look gorgeous. red-hot thing I've ever seen."He leans over and kisses me, licking his cum from my lip. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my intrude and puts it in my lip. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a baby robin begging for some to a greater extent cum from his tongue. Then he kisses me hard, his lingua in my back talk, his sinewy hands gripping my tiny ass. I have never forgot that minute. Doug steps towards the raging cascade, still billowing steam. He takes my hand.

"Let's get cleaned up."

Bretagne

After Mr. Sanders fucked me in the shower that dark, we had to play it cool. Now we didn't make eye contact at drill, I stopped playing games with my towel whenever he came through the missy'cabinet room. Looking back on it, our demeanour had changed so practically people must have known that we fucked.

I kinda view that night in the shower would be a one-time thing, scratch an itch, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment elbow room one night after exercise and talked about how wrong that was and we could never do it again. We were fooling ourselves. I could see the outline of his stiff throbbing cock through his shorts, and my dripping kitty made a noticeable wet position on my spandex shorts. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were proud to cause resisted. At least I was.

summertime basketball rolled around, meaning traveling tournament around the country. My parents were busy with their employment, and thought it was so courteous that Mr. Sanders volunteered to drive me to the outside tourney. We pretended we were assuredness. We weren't.

To jaunt to the first game, I had my uniform and equipment in my gym bag. I wore a short sundress with an clear plunging back, almost to my ass. Nothing underneath. Strappy hard worker sandals with just enough heel to get to my ass stick out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The thrust started out okay. We talked about the day's opponent, teammates and the like. I caught him stealing glance, so I hiked my dress when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. electric sander was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so hard it must have got hurt. I put my seat back and put my animal foot up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my genu. The frock slid up my thigh. If my branch weren't together my pussy would have been exposed. The taut top of the dress displayed my hard pap, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

Mr. electric sander was notably distracted by now."Britt, you better handle up before we break our promise to each other."

"Oh come on Doug, when you volunteered to contain me to these plot, severalize me you weren't thinking about fucking me."

"Maybe I was at the prison term, but it wouldn't be right."

"Yeah, well we left what is mighty in the rubble long ago. And loved it. Didn't you ?"

"Of course I did."Mr. Sanders was visibly sweating now, and no amount of adjusting his pants could hide his stiff putz."But we should cool it. We could both get in trouble."

"You can cool it if you want. I don't want to."With that I spread my knees a bit and slid my hand between my pegleg. I was already really wet and my finger's breadth slid easily between my labia, stopping to massage my throbbing clit."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could sense the orgasm starting line to build.

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

"Ahhhhh ! Fuuucckk !"I yelled as the orgasm took over my body. I have to intromit, 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 out up and pull in out your stopcock before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a footling storm, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pant off pulling the impart side, then the rightfulness incline until his beautiful cock was bobbing in his lap. I never got a flavor at his cock in the twinkle, but now I saw it was a nice one, not huge, maybe six in, but pretty thick. No wonder it stretched my virgin pussy so wide. Mr. drum sander kept both bridge player on the wheel, staring straight ahead at the road. His cock danced with his pulse, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my rear knock and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"Stop talking,"I said as I took the knob of his prick in my mouth and swirled my clapper around the head. I loved the taste sensation of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that night in the shower. Mr. smoother groaned loudly as I pushed his shaft 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 shaft from formal to tip. His putz danced a fiddling each fourth dimension my tongue flicked the head. He was breathing heavily.

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

"Porn. Lots of porno,"I laughed. I reached between his legs and lifted his balls from between his wooden leg. If his peter was a niggling above average, he had the most beautiful balls I have ever seen. Large balls, sack that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your lip when you sucked one into your rima oris. I licked and bit his poke while slowly stroking his turncock. When I took one of his balls into my mouth, I could feel Thomas More precum run down my deal. His cock was oozing that sweet juice.

I felt him reach down my back and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and pussy. He wet his finger and put it on my asshole like he was going to thumb sleep together my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his finger's breadth away. I took his globe out of my rima oris long enough to say

"It's fine Doug, gambol 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 groan."Ummm…oh my God yes"I sputtered, mouth half wide of ball. I dropped his clump and massaged his shaft more vigorously as he worked my g-spot with two fingers.

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet climax rolled through my body, emanating from my clit to my psyche and down to my toes. I could feel my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my ass high school, I licked the streaks of precum from my hired man and his shaft. Not as thick but salty, 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 cream cone. Suddenly he takes his manus from my pussy, grabs a big handful of my hair's-breadth and pushes my head onto his cock. I was almost gagging, but I liked being told what to do.

"britt, you have to instruct how to swallow all of my cock."Pulling my pilus harder, he pushed his dick farther down my throat. This 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 wide dirt route with a delinquent 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 promontory. He threw my clothes 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 grunge road with a naked underage lady friend in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the greatest ? You spent the finale XC minutes 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 fair sex's clinic last calendar month and they started me on the pill."

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

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his shorts off the eternal sleep of the way. I was naked except for my"do it me"sandals, Mr. Sanders had on a polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the front of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to kiss him. Mr. drum sander had other plans as he grabbed my hair with one bridge player, pinned my arm behind me with the other and roughly flex me over the hood of the car. The metal hood almost burned my nipple, hot from the motor and the scorching summer sun.

"snap the hood,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my fuzz. I grabbed the edge of the hood. He lifted my wooden leg off the dry land as he spread them and stepped between them.

I was spread eagled on the cowling of a Toyota in the center 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 contribution where the young girl gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. Sanders. I hope I'm right. He held my mortise joint, my stifle bent while I clung to the hood of the car. I was helpless. I loved it.

I heard his shoe scape on the dirt as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock get-up-and-go through my pussy sassing. He didn't say a word. Suddenly with one huge thrust, he is formal deep in my pussy. The headway of his dick is pushing against my cervix.

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

"You've been teasing me all day, wearing a lean dress and no underclothes, playing with your pussy. You knew when you got in the car this morning that you wanted me to screw you."Another punishing push into my pussy. I can imagine my pussy juices dripping onto the car tough and running off onto the ground.

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

"Doug, make me cum. establish me cum hard, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to take on it assuredness in school. It was weird, I wasn't in passion, I didn't want to have his baby, but I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mr. drum sander falls into this squeamish beat, pulling out then filling my pussy. Sometimes his cock comes all the way out and he plays with my clit with the tip of his dick before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na make me…"I didn't get to land up. One last hard stab and I was over the edge, falling through blank, my consistence tingling, my toes curling my intact consistence pulsating.

"Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! Doug ! ! Yes ! !"I started pulling myself on the hoodlum, sliding myself on and off his cock. I wanted it all. I wanted to draw in his shaft inside my pussycat and never let it go. Mr. Sanders starts fucking me profligate, all pelvis, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh piece of tail ! Britt ! roll in the hay !"One final push and I feel his shaft erupt inside me. I love putz and I love to hump, but that first upsurge of cum in my pussy, his cock impulse against the wall of my kitty-cat, the streams 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 make me cum softly a couple prison term before he withdrew his dick and put my pes on the ground. My legs were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my kitty and running down my thigh. He turned and sat on the hood of the car, his spent dick still glistening with my succus. I sat next to him, and for a present moment we just watched the cum drip out of my pussy 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 problem,"I said, articulated lorry seriously.

"What ?"Mr. sander said, suddenly unplayful and concerned.

"How to decide where I want you to cum. You fucked my kitty so hard I can barely put up, but I don't get to palpate you make full my oral cavity. I love the taste perception 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 warhead. Hope that's okay."

"Oh perdition 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 exhaust hood and stood in front man of Mr. Sanders, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his tool with my lingua. I started at the knob, still oozing scrap of cum, licked his calamus clean and sucked his balls until I couldn't gustatory perception him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

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

"I wish,"Mr. smoother said."I am washed-out sister. Maybe we better make clean up and get going."

A great idea flashed into my header."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the toughie, lying nerve up. I crawled up the exhaust hood on my hands and knees. The hood was a mess between my juices and his lode."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his point, straddling his face.

"You're not going to crap me eat…"he didn't get to cease his objection as I sat down hard on his face, covering his mouth with my pussycat. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his typeface, wiping cum and pussy juice all over his face. He grabbed my ass to hold me still, then started licking me from the base of my kettle of fish 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 take a breather, but I was sure I didn't care. He licked my clitoris fresh with long slacken strokes that made me grab his hair's-breadth and defy his face in my cunt. He licked my labia plum, and even licked some of his cum from my interior thighs. I was done counting how many times he made me cum.

But now my pegleg were complete rubber, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the lens hood, totally roll in the hay unintelligent. I couldn't motion. 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 thighs, where his cum had started to dry. I thought it might be cool to play a hoops game with some dude's burden on my second joint, but… He cleaned my twat 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 punk. Mr. drum sander was going to have a hard time explaining that exhaust hood to the car wash, but whatever. I was bent over the support seat, retrieving my clothes from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

"You are going to stimulate a backbreaking time explaining this one."

"What, that I am playing basketball bowlegged ?"

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