Breiz's Story

Doug electric sander :

You know, I always led a lull life. I was a gym instructor, underpaid, underappreciated and not what any cleaning woman would moot a catch. I have kept my organic structure fit, muscular, kind of ripped. So much better than the early Guy my age or even younger. But not going anywhere, so I never married. Some girlfriends along the way, lived with a brace, but it never went anywhere.

I teach at an elite secret girls'school. The girls are in their teenage geezerhood, which are tough. punk years. Hormones are starting to rage, bodies have been changing, and the girl are learning how to use their sex on boys, while the boys are learning about down in the mouth balls.

Lots of the fille flirted with me over the old age, mostly trying out their lines for boys, seeing how I would react. I got used to smiling back and ignoring their attention. So, I didn't think anything of it when the principal called me in early in the term and asked me to coach the schooltime basketball squad in plus to my gym classes. Seems one of my female workfellow needed an emergency farewell. The head teacher only offered an additional duet lofty for the new work, which seemed tinny. But as I said, underpaid and underappreciated. And I had nothing to go household to anyway.

The school wasn't built to have gym teachers of the opposite sex. When I needed to get to the agency inside the footlocker room, I would bang on the door and monish them I was coming in in 30 seconds. This would lead in often squealing and banging of footlocker doorway as the girlfriend tried to cover up before I entered ( I doubt this arrangement would be allowed today ). I averted my eyes anyway and didn't see anything, though.

The minute day of class I went through the drill to enter my office. I got inside the locker elbow room and headed for the office doorway. There was a fille standing by the room access, clad in her compressed spandex gym dress. Our middle met for a instant. I think she saw me appear 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 throat nervously and flush. She stifled a giggle.

"ahem. Yes. how-do-you-do. What can I do for you… ?"I didn't know anyone's name yet.

"Breiz. Hi Mr. Sanders ! I'm good, I'm just waiting for the former daughter to take off class."

"Ah, good. Yes. Brittany. Well. We'll scratch in a few min. Head out to the gym."Bretagne smiled at my discomfort and bounced past me towards the threshold. I watched her pure small ass bounce out into the gym. I was mesmerized. I stepped into my office, leaning back against the doorway, breathing heavily. What the hell just happened ? Without my even thinking, my hand slid inside my spandex shorts and stroked my cock. I was so have it away strong. If I didn't have to teach socio-economic class I'd have gone and beat off to relieve the pressure.

What the inferno happened ? Have you ever met someone and from the moment you met you just bonk you were going to fuck ? Not wishful thinking. No doubt. You are going to do it that mortal. And maybe they have the same tactual sensation. But something changed for me. In all my years being around such girls I never had that feeling.

I knew I was going to fuck Breiz.

And she was less than half my age.

Brittany :

Sometimes you look back on things you did in your life and believe,"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 school. I mean defecate, high schooltime ! Who has a pure experience in high schooling ? I guess you could say I was an early bloomer. I never had a growth spurt, so I topped out at 5'3 ”. But I was developing curve ball, and getting good deal of care from the son after school. I hated it. They were such immature bottom. They started giving me nicknames like"Boobany,"“ Bretagne Boobs,"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 talk back, it would just advance them.

So I didn't go to party or socialise a good deal. Played basketball with my booster, son and girl. The boy looked at me, but they were ally, they didn't join in with the nagging. But I loved how my body was developing. Nice breasts, long shapely pegleg and a precious 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 internet and playing with my pussy. No one had ever had"the talk"with me, so I only had a vague whim of what they were doing. The first time I saw a video of a blowjob and facial, I thought to myself"No boy is going to splooge on my face !"So why did I keep going back and watching that video recording over and over ?

So school started with much turmoil. My supporter and I new to the edifice, so we were all getting lost. I hung with my few old friends, and made some new friends, fille coming from early school day.

We had gym class on the second or tertiary day. We had a substitute, Mr. drum sander, a male gym instructor ! The girls were all excited at the scandal of it all, all rustling and giggles. I didn't tending, I loved gym class and planned to try out for the basketball team, which Mr. smoother was going to coach. Doesn't hurt to be friendly with the jitney before audition.

Mr. sander had to pound on the door and holler he was coming in to the locker room. The slight girl would all screech and run and cover up. I thought it was my chance to say hi to the motorcoach, so I finished getting my gym clothes on and stood by his agency doorway. Mr. sander hurried in, averting his eyes from the screaming girls, but he stopped short when he saw me by his doorway. 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 porno made me coup d'oeil at his package. I swear I saw it move.

Anyway, I said au revoir and headed out to the gym to look for class to bug out. I bent down to retie my sneaker and something dripped to the floor.

My kitty-cat was dripping wet.

Doug drum sander

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

I was feeling like such a perv. Brittany was so young. Too Pres Young. Like five old age in prison too young. Suppose I could get a wife in prison, I thought darkly. But I kept putting outcome out of my mind. I was going to fuck her. I had to.

Basketball tryouts happened and Brittany made the squad easily. A fine shooting guard. I began imagining she liked me too. She always greeted me with a grinning and always sat succeeding to me on the terrace when I was mapping out a playing period. Really near. Like her thigh up against mine while I talked. Sometimes she rubbed her thigh a trivial against mine while I talked. I think she knew that made me fall back my stead and start stammering because she always laughed when I stuttered and stammered. One time I was designating her to take the gibe 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 couple metre when I was going into the storage locker elbow room after practice, the repose of the female child were in the exhibitor. Bretagne was at her locker, wrapped in a towel. She greeted me with a smile and put one leg up on the terrace, causing the towel to accrue away from her spinal column, exposing her fairly little bum. She was embarrassed or feigned embarrassment, but she wasn't that quick to hatch 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 missy was driving me mad.

And why not ? She was a raven-haired stunner, getting more beautiful by the day as her body developed. Beautiful with an air of mystery about her. She was happy and well-disposed and could do the girl adjacent doorway thing, but you could never tell what she was thinking. labour me nuts. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'3"( I always put 5'6"on the team roster ). Her hair's-breadth was long, down to her shank. I could reckon grabbing a handful of that silky hair's-breadth and pulling hard while fucking her from behind. I could also imagine using that hair's-breadth to stroke my cock and balls and shooting a load of jizz into her hair. Nice unseasoned firm breasts and yes…a marvellous ass. I mean really. A, Fantastic. Ass. leg that you just wanted wrapped around your hips while she rode your stopcock and took your load inscrutable inside her.

Brittany and I developed a friendly banter. When she made a outstanding play, I would scream"Brrrrittttannny !"rolling the r's. I didn't do that for anyone else. Everyone noticed. Brittany, to parry that attention, I think, began calling me"Old Man,"and would pretend to neglect me. It didn't work.

Other citizenry were noticing my obsession with Breiz. The school was old and the cabinet elbow room were kind of outdated. The principal locker way had gray rusty lockers, hoary trading floor, showers with exposed pipework and no ventilating system for the steam. There were all-encompassing window sills about shoulder height and frosted windows at the backbone. It was too hard to get hold of them and they were rusted shut anyway. easy lay and shampoo gathered on the window Belle Miriam Silverman. There was also a small locker room on the early side of the gym for virile coaches and staff.

I was in the men's'rain shower one day after practice stroking a monolithic hard on trying to get Bretagne out of my mind. I thought everyone had left. I reached up to the window sill and squirted somebody's body airstream into my mitt to lube my shaft. I was startled by a vocalisation behind me.

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

"Huh ? What ? What do you intend ?"

"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."

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

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

"You look at her like a lost puppy. Every prison term you see her. masses notice. Her Dad asked me what was up with you."

"Ed, I…"

"roll in the hay who you want Doug, Bretagne is a doll. Just make sure enough you're okeh with going to imprison or getting murdered by her father."I left the cascade and got out of the building as fast as I could.

Breiz

I don't know if I've ever really been in honey. Maybe it is what they call puppy love. But I never lusted after anyone like I lusted after Mr. sander. I didn't want to marry him and have his babies. 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 practice was suffering. I just wanted to touch him. I just wanted to be with him. I ran to get the behind next to him during the time outs. Our thighs would touch and it was electric. He didn't pulling away. I would get so unhinge I couldn't come what he was telling us to do. And my cunt got so wet when we touched. My clitoris ached for relief. Once when I was out of the game I was able to move my ass on the bench so the spandex rubbed my clit and I came right there. It was awful. I don't think anyone noticed. I worry it will show up on YouTube someday.

And the way he looked at me ! Not pervy at all. Just kind and warm and perhaps a bit eager. Every time I looked his way, he was giving me that look. Every. Time. I don't know how we won so many plot 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 actuate on me, so I planned to get him to move on me. I watched some more porn so I wouldn't facial expression unintelligent. All those thing I thought were gross six months ago now got me really wet when I imagined Mr. sander doing it to me. Even anal. I had always watched it and thought No. Way. That had to spite. Now I was sliding my finger into my cocksucker in the exhibitioner to see how it felt. I'd play with my clit and asshole at the same metre to see if I could cum like that. I could. It was softheaded. I barely understood what sex was and now I was obsessed with it.

I had to spring my architectural plan. 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 drum sander

Losing my job. Going to put away. Becoming a register sex offender. This is what my future held. I didn't caution. It was the most potent tactile sensation I'd ever had. zip little of Bretagne rejecting me was going to stop me.

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

"You have a matter for figure 23, don't you ?"23 was Brittany's number.

"Oh please. She is just kicking your forward's ass. She dropped 28 on you last game, no ?"

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

"You're crazy. What do you have in mind ?"

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

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

That night was raining pretty hard, and I let the crew go right after the game. They needed to get home safety. Some streets were flooding and some part of town had lost superpower. It didn't matter where I slept. But I had to put away the score board equipment, make certainly all the exterior doors were locked, etc. When I was done, I went into the girls'storage locker room to get my gear out of my office. The locker room was empty-bellied. But there was a dissonance. I could take heed the showers running in the dorsum of the locker room. stupe miss I thought. The environmental contemporaries, I thought. I walked quickly back to the showers. I wanted to close up and go home while I could.

I turned the corner and stopped cold. Every shower was on, every window was unresolved. The cold humid air from the rainstorm hit the hot water making a thickly cloud of steam you couldn't see through. But just barely, through the swirling steam, I could see a person. A missy. A shapely girl. Her book binding was to me. Long dark fuzz to her shank. A wisp of steam blew aside and I could see her bum. Her mitt was between her peg, playing with her pussy. Then the steam took her away again.

I was frozen. A million thoughts raced through my psyche, but I can't think back a single one. I thought I was frozen solid, but I must have made some noise. The fig turned its read/write head 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 thin the steam around her. She looked like an angel in the mist. I will always remember how the wisps of steam swirled between her tit. She was still playing with herself with her decently hand. She reached out of the cloud towards me with her left hand 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 enough everyone else had gone, and rushed to afford 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 notice or follow back to the exhibitioner. I was going to feel pretty stupid ( and wrinkly ) if I stood in hot steam showers for an hour waiting. I had spent the day, and the game, working myself into a wet, horny frenzy, so by the time I got in the shower I had to play with my clit to get some relief. But I was super horny. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted everything.

Luckily Mr. smoother had to get into his office staff off the girls'locker elbow room, I guess, and he came back to the showers. His sneakers squeaked on the wet base, so I knew soul was behind me, and he was the entirely one left in the building ( Had it been a janitor I would have fainted ). I looked over my shoulder at the sound and almost break out laughing. Mr. Sanders'typeface was this combination of electrical shock, desire and terror. I think he truly didn't know what to do. I decided to give him a push, so I stepped faithful to him, let him see I was playing with myself, and let him decide.

I reached my hand 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 stuck. Mr. Sanders could run away in terror, yell at me to get dressed, or follow piece of ass 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 Thomas More and more dullard.

Doug smoother

I now know what people mean when they say your life photoflash before your eyes. A million reasons why I should yell to Brittany that I'm leaving. years of acting by the formula, clawing my way to the bottom as a gym instructor. Never making any waves, passing through life unnoticed, which was my finish. Then the future flashed through my caput. Losing my job. Facing the parents of the short girl I fucked. My mug shot in the newspaper. sobbing, apologizing, begging the tribunal for clemency. I couldn't get that Sung by The Police 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 Bretagne in that moment more than anything in the world. Nothing else mattered.

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

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

Bretagne

The steam parted in movement of me, and Mr. Sanders appeared—totally naked, except for his oversized watch. He was sporting the first-class honours degree operose peter I'd ever seen in person. Thankfully he didn't have one of those porn champion shaft. I wouldn't have known what to do with one of those freak dicks ( although I know now ) ! The sight of his hard tool made me draw a blank everything I imagined I would do in this moment. I could only gaze at his cock 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 frigidity concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his consistence. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. Mr. Sanders held my arm over my drumhead and force his natural language deeper into my mouthpiece. He was much marvellous than I was, so I could feel his turncock pressed against my venter and his pendulant balls getting wet against my pussy lips.

I still recall that buss. Not my first kiss, but the one that makes me wet every prison term I think about it. The warm up H2O running down our physical structure, the steam beading like sweat on our faces. His body pressed against me. Feeling his dick throb against my tummy. Feeling my hard nipples disappear into his thorax hair. My arms pinned to the wall. The belief of him just taking mastery of me.

He released his osculation from my sassing and ventured down to my neck opening, kissing and biting and licking. I think I moaned. He released my arms which I flung around his neck. He put his workforce under my ass and lifted me effortlessly and took my mammilla into his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his shank. Now the gibe of his cock was sliding between my pussy lips and rubbing my clit. I grabbed his pilus and held my white meat in his mouth. I never thought my soundbox could feel so soundly, feel so alive ! His putz 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 orgasm. I thought I knew how to touch myself, how to construct myself cum, but his gruelling tool stroking my clitoris took me to the next level. It was marvellous ! Taking one hand from around his cervix, I reached between my wooden leg and wrapped my fingers around my 1st cock. Mr. smoother had a dainty cock. Pretty thick, five, maybe six inch. I don't know. It was just the first, and therefore the cock-a-hoop dick I'd ever held, and it felt amazing. Rock hard, but still flexible. Throbbing in my helping hand. I began stroking the length of his hammer slowly. Now it was his turn to moan.

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

"Do you like that, Mr. Sanders ? Does it experience estimable ? state me how to make you feel good. instruct me how to affect you. I want to learn."I could feel my juices wetting his shaft, making my handwriting coast easily along his throbbing dick.

"perfective tense. You are doing it just hone. 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 dick in my mouthpiece and take in it when the metre came. I didn't want to reckon stupid and gag on his prick or choke coil on his sperm. But now I knew. I wanted his cock inside me, anywhere, everywhere, starting with my mouth.

I lowered my legs from around his rosehip, sad to stop his beautiful cock from caressing my kitty-cat lips. I was going to get on my knees to put his cock down my throat, but Mr. sander had other approximation. He had his hands under my ass and lifted me off the ground and carried me over by one of the window Beverly Sills. He boosted me up so I was sitting on the wide windowsill. He put one of my legs over each shoulder joint and came face to nerve with my bozo, still dripping profusely. I thought he was going to eat me decently then and there, but again he had other ideas. He turned his promontory and began licking, and biting and sucking the inside of my result second joint, starting at the knee joint and slowly—slowly—working his way up my second joint towards my bitch. My juices were practically pouring out of my pussy, I was so wet. I could palpate my lovesome juices start to soak my ass.

After an agonizingly long metre, Mr. Sanders'sass was within inches of my aching pussycat. I needed my kitty in his back talk so badly I was going to explode. Finally his forefront is squarely between my legs. I can feel his hot breath on my plane pussy. His nuzzle skirmish against my lips. I can't do this anymore. I need to cum in his mouth. I grab his hair and try to push his head into my fork, but he is too secure. He kisses my twat mouth gently but tortuously and begins licking and nibbling along my right-hand thigh. My pussy 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 expect. 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 jiffy and smiling.

"You want me to beg ? You're going to make me beg you to lick my cunt ?"

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

"You should beg me old man ! You should beg me for giving you the freshest pussy you've had in your older 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 gaga with desire.

"OK ! OK ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE lick MY pussy ! PLEASE ! NOW !"

Without another sound, he plunged his tongue between my pussy sass, with the tip of his clapper landing place on my engorged clit. 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 jazz how to write the sound that came out of my mouth. A cross between a howling and a primal howler. No one has ever made me cum so fast again. Maybe not even that hard.

Mr. Sanders kept torturing my clit with his tongue, swirling around the base, flicking his tongue along the bottom of the piffling thickening of flesh, sucking it into his mouth, holding it gently with his tooth while his warm up wet glossa had its way with my pretty little clitty. I was like a idle animal, holding his hair in both my deal, pulling his forefront into my genitalia, my hips trying to hurl my pussy into his mouth.

"Uhh ! Uhhh ! Yeah ! Do ! It ! Do ! It ! DO ! IT ! !"I was completely out of mastery. I had no thought my soundbox could sense like that. I didn't lie with how he was doing it, I just know I didn't want him to halt. I almost told him right there that I would be his sex slave forever.

Doug smoother

I'll admit it. I love eating pussy. I am tell I am quite full at it, way above average a few have said. But I was not set up for Brittany's reaction to having my tongue in her front end mess. I was have in mind, I made her beg, licking and eating her thighs and just touching her pussycat with my lips. But she begged. And I think she liked it.

But by that meter she was so turn on, so hot, that my tongue was making her cum—hard—very hard—every 30 seconds or so. She was riding my typeface hard, using her hips to fuck my grimace with her pussy. And wet ! Maybe it was the steam, but Brittany's pussy was dripping wet, so wet my brass was quickly coated with her juices. And she tasted toothsome. 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 all-embracing window Sills at shoulder stature. I could abide there and lick her pussy for hr like that.

But I was getting ready to bust too. Her enthusiasm for having her twat eaten had gotten me super hot and I wanted to bang 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 certain route to fatherhood. But I didn't see her following motility coming.

Brittany

"Come here. I want to make love you."Mr. Sanders removed his drenched case from my twat and started to slide my bum off of the window sill.

"Wait a minute. I need you to do something else for me."I pulled myself up onto the window sill, turned around and got on all fours. I did the Split to lower my ass down to his face level. Spreading my legs like that also spread my ass completely. I could sense the steam on my asshole. I felt him grab my hips.

"punch my asshole please. I want to feel your clapper on my asshole."

My request was met with silence. Maybe he was startled or confused. Or maybe he was grossed out and trying to envision out what to tell 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 hold it. It hurt some at first, but it felt good after my bum relaxed. Mr. smoother'rooster was a lot thicker than the vibrator, but I wanted him to fuck me wherever he wanted so I would choose it.

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

"Breiz. Are you sure ? You're not just saying that ?"His hands were still on my hips. I could experience the ardent steam and his hot breath on my anus. I wanted his tongue there. But I was embarrassed that he didn't seem to need 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 tongue rimming my cocksucker. It felt wonderful.

"Mmmmm….yes. Please. Keep doing that…"I reached between my ramification to play with my clit. My body was just vibrating…

Doug Sanders

That one just shove along me away. She wanted me to rim her ass. Of course I wanted to, I love ass. And Brittany had a nice firm rocking thoroughgoing ass. Of course she did, she was a hot as shit teenager. How does she hump about rimming ? I was 35 when I first heard about it. Thought it was egregious until I tried it. Most women my age don't want it won't do it.

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

I stick out my clapper and lick that wonderful anus. It tastes delicious. And the muscles of her sphincter tighten just a bit when I pass my glossa over her anal orifice. I grab her hips and draw in her closer. I am eating her ass more aggressively. I lick and bite her ass cheeks. I see Breiz is playing with her twat while I suck on her pert little bum hole.

"Ohhhhh…"Breiz moaned as she used her hips to drive her shit onto my tongue."Ohhhh…ohhhh…You're gon na arrive at me cum…Mr. Sanders !"Brittany screamed"Oh my God !"as she came so hard she almost fell off the windowsill.

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

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

Brittany was still on manus and knees on the windowsill, her ass still by my face. I was going to put away, so I might as well go for broke. I wet my index digit in my mouth and slowly pushed it against her puckered pink bum kettle of fish. Her sphincter muscle tightened at outset, resisting my fingerbreadth, but it slowly relaxed and my finger slid inside her.

"Mmmmm…yeah…"Brittany murmured as my finger's breadth violated her bum. I took another finger's breadth and entered her cunt and slowly skid in and out of her ass and pussy. Brittany groaned.

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

Her hips moved and fucked my fingers with her pussy and asshole. So have it away hot, I can still see my fingerbreadth disappearing up her petite teenage ass. Even if I avoid jail I am going to Hell, but I didn't care in that consequence. This was hot.

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

"Oh my God…oh my god…"Bretagne sighed as I tonguefucked her unadulterated ass. She took one helping hand to play with her button while my finger massaged the spot inside her cunt. All of that input sent her over the edge.

"Ohhhhh…"she moaned quietly."Ohhhh…I love that. Ohhhhh…"When she came to her senses, she slid off of my finger's breadth and spit."I want your dick now. Now. Inside me."Her commanding style was actually variety of hot. I still had a little sense.

"brit, we don't have any security. 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 take in undoubtedly been the most epic ass fuck of my life. But really. She's still a beginner no matter how much porn she's watched.

"okeh, next clock time,"she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck opening and pulled herself up, wrapping her pegleg around my hips."Just pull out before you cum."Women always think that is well-off than it really is.

Did she just say"next metre ?"

Brittany

Geez, this guy licks my kitty, eats my ass, and can you believe he refuses to fuck my ass and rafter at fucking my pussycat ? Sometimes you just have to lead matter into your own hired hand. I jumped up on his hips, so his cock was right under my pussy. I didn't do all this not to get fucked. I just told him to pull out. Duh. Like, who's a founding father and who's the old guy ?

I grab his pecker and conduct it into my pussy as I lower myself down onto him. Wow. I thought his dick was form of midst in my hand, but it feels enormous as it stretches my pussy as I slide down onto him. I must have looked surprised, maybe a little panic, as it seemed for a second like he was too big for my pie-eyed immature pussy. But God made men and women to get it on. Doug steps forward, puts my back against the rampart and pushes. We both grunt, groan or cry out, or all three as his cock reach me and chute inside. I felt a bit like I was going to break open in half, but I loved it. I'd wanted this for month. Mr. Sanders, I mean Doug, senses that these are all new champion for me. He starts sliding his turncock in my pussy, maybe only an inch or so at a time.

"Nice and slow, baby. We got time. Let me fuck your tight little pussy."His strokes continued slowly, maybe sliding a little More cock each time. I still get first-rate wet when I think about how that first tool felt.

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

"feeling me,"Doug said as he did it again, sliding his fully length out of my pussy and pushing it back forcefully."Take it a bit harder Britt."With that he slammed his cock back inside me really hard, ramming my hip into the concrete bulwark behind my ass.

"Oh !"I exclaimed. That cobbler's last thrust tingled every mettle ending in my body as his beam of light slid along the slick wall of my pussy. I imagined it giving off spark. I knew my pussy juices were dripping to the floor.

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

"Harder. Make me cum. Make me cum hard."I looked Doug in the eyes, daring him to fuck me heavy. Beads of elbow grease appeared on his eyebrow and lip. I felt his sweat dripping onto my breast and breasts.

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

"Do you sleep with,"Doug panted,"Do you live how crazy you have been making me ? Odd time to begin a conversation.

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

"Oh….oh…geez…yes…I…love…this"I was transformed. My organic structure felt alive, tingly, fulfilled. Odd tactual sensation while fucking but that is what I felt.

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

"Ohhhhh….fuck….ohhhh…yeah….fuck m…."my soundbox erupted in a brilliant coming. I saw adept. My toes curled. My back arched. My nipples have never been so laborious. I wanted to do it again.

Doug slides his cock out of my snatch and lowers my metrical unit to the soil. Don't stop…

"crook around. Bend over. work force against the wall."Doug grabs a big handful of my hair, puts the head of his tool against my pussy and slowly pushes hard inside me. Oh. My. God. He pulls my hair. Hard. It hurts. I want him to pull in it harder. In this posture, his peter hits all new berth, or striking old unity with a different percentage of his prick. I cum immediately.

"Holy shit ! holy place shit ! Mmmmm ! Jesus of Nazareth !"I felt a Wave of intense prickling, the only way to describe it, emanating from my pussy. I could barely stick around 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 cock. It is wet and slip from my twat and it slides easily in my hand. He is practically mad.

"Oh God Britt. I'm going to cum…I'm going to cum…"I had all variety of plans of what I would do at this moment ; let him cum in my mouth, let him cum on my tits or cum on my ass. But it all happened too fast. His cock pulsed in my hand and a immense current of cum hits my font and runs down onto my tits. Another. And another. I open my mouthpiece and watch one of the streams in my back talk. It's warm and it's sticky and mouthful like the ocean. I love it. I close my eyes to keep from getting hit. Doug's cum is painting my case. My cheek, my forehead, my lip, my whisker. I have cum everywhere on my expression. I swore I'd never let a man jizz on my face. I was unseasonable. I fucking love it. His warm cum is running down my human face. Some into my mouth, some dripping onto my tits, some falling to the flooring. My first facial and it is superb.

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

"You look gorgeous. Hottest thing I've ever seen."He leans over and kiss me, licking his cum from my lips. He playfully licks some cum from the tip of my olfactory organ and puts it in my mouth. He feeds me some cum from my forehead. I feel like a child Erithacus rubecola begging for some more than cum from his tongue. Then he kisses me hard, his tongue in my mouth, his powerful hands 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."

Brittany

After Mr. drum sander fucked me in the exhibitor that night, we had to play it cool. Now we didn't make eye contact at practice, I stopped playing games with my towel whenever he came through the missy'locker room. Looking back on it, our deportment had changed so much people must have known that we fucked.

I kinda sentiment that nighttime in the cascade would be a one-time affair, scratch an itch, as it were. We snuck away to the equipment room one night after practice 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 strong throbbing cock through his shorts, and my dripping twat made a obtrusive wet spot on my spandex shorts. He noticed. We both wanted it, we both knew it, but we were lofty to hold resisted. At least I was.

summertime basketball rolled around, meaning traveling tournaments around the country. My parents were busy with their oeuvre, and thought it was so nice that Mr. sander volunteered to repulse me to the out tournaments. We pretended we were poise. We weren't.

To journey to the first secret plan, I had my consistent and equipment in my gym bag. I wore a short sundress with an undefendable plunging back, almost to my ass. cypher underneath. Strappy slave sandals with just enough dog to make my ass control stick out. Yeah, I was testing him.

The private road started out okay. We talked about the day's opponent, teammates and the like. I caught him stealing glances, so I hiked my garb when he wasn't looking, all but exposing my ass. Mr. Sanders was adjusting his cock as we drove. It was so grueling it must suffer hurt. I put my buttocks back and put my feet up on the dashboard—feet together, arms wrapped around my knees. The dress slid up my thigh. If my legs weren't together my puss would ingest been exposed. The fast top of the apparel displayed my severe nipples, erect from the blowing air conditioning.

Mr. smoother was notably distracted by now."britt, you better get over up before we break our promise to each other."

"Oh come on Doug, when you volunteered to guide 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 debris long ago. And loved it. Didn't you ?"

"Of trend I did."Mr. Sanders was visibly sweating now, and no amount of adjusting his trouser could blot out his stiff peter."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 skid my helping hand between my legs. I was already really wet and my finger slid easily between my labia, stopping to knead my throbbing clit."Mmmmmuh,"I murmured as I could feel the orgasm start to build.

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

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

"Will you just shut up and draw out out your pecker before you hurt yourself ? You know you want to."He looked a footling surprise, but instantly obeyed, working his spandex pant off pulling the leave slope, then the decently side until his beautiful cock was bobbing in his lap. I never got a look at his dick in the illumination, but now I saw it was a nice one, not huge, maybe six column inch, but pretty thick. No wonder it stretched my Virgo pussy so blanket. Mr. drum sander kept both custody on the wheel, staring flat ahead at the road. His prick danced with his pulse rate, and it was dancing fast. I unfastened my seat belt and crawled over the console.

"Britt…"

"Stop talking,"I said as I took the knob of his rooster in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head word. I loved the gustation of his precum, it got me even hotter remembering that night in the shower. Mr. smoother 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 oral fissure. I used my spit to lick his beam from balls to tip. His dick danced a little each prison term my knife flicked the head. He was breathing heavily.

"God Britt, that feels so roll in the hay amazing ! Where'd you learn to go down like that ?"

"Porn. Lots of erotica,"I laughed. I reached between his branch and lifted his balls from between his legs. If his dick was a fiddling above average, he had the most beautiful balls I have ever seen. great balls, sack that swung nicely when he fucked you, filled your sass when you sucked one into your backtalk. I licked and bit his liberation while slowly stroking his stopcock. When I took one of his balls into my lip, I could finger more precum run down my helping hand. His pecker was oozing that sweet juice.

I felt him reach down my back and tug my dress up, exposing my ass and kitty. He wet his finger and put it on my asshole like he was going to finger roll in the hay my ass. Maybe I flinched from surprise, as he pulled his finger away. I took his Ball out of my mouth long enough to say

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

"Yeah—yeah—right there—keep…oooohhhh !"as another sweet sexual climax rolled through my body, emanating from my clit to my promontory and down to my toes. I could feel my toes curl involuntarily. He was amazing. As I came down from my fuck high, I licked the streaks of precum from my hand and his shaft. Not as thick but saltier, I thought to myself for no especial reason.

"We got ta do something about this,"Mr. sander muttered as I licked his throbbing cock like an ice emollient cone shape. Suddenly he takes his hand from my slit, grabs a big handful of my hair and push button my head onto his cock. I was almost gagging, but I liked being told what to do.

"britt, you have to read how to get down all of my cock."Pulling my hair harder, he pushed his dick farther down my throat. This time I gagged loudly and drooled some spit as he roughly pulled my headway off of his cock.

"You'll learn,"he said issue of factly as I composed myself. Mr. sander turned the car down a all-embracing crap 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 brain. He threw my attire in the hind hindquarters 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 turd road with a nude underage fille in your car."

"I know. Ain't it the large ? You spent the last ninety minutes teasing and taunting me, and now I am going to pass you what you want. And what I want."

"Really ?"I said teasingly."You know, I haven't told you but I went to the woman's clinic last month and they started me on the pill."

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

"Get out"he commanded, as he slid his trunks off the rest of the way. I was naked except for my"fuck me"sandals, Mr. Sanders had on a Polo shirt, sneakers and a raging hardon. We met at the front man of the car. I got on my tip toes ready to kiss him. Mr. drum sander had early plan as he grabbed my hair with one manus, pinned my arm behind me with the former and roughly stoop me over the lens hood of the car. The alloy hood almost burned my nipples, hot from the motor and the scorching summer sun.

"snatch the hoodlum,"he barked, releasing my arm, holding tight to my pilus. I grabbed the edge of the thug. 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 eye of nowhere, not knowing whether I was going to be fucked in the slit or ass, but not really caring. I thought that this is the portion where the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl gets murdered, but I trusted Mr. drum sander. I hope I'm right. He held my ankles, my knee bent while I clung to the hood of the car. I was lost. I loved it.

I heard his skid scape on the malicious gossip as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock button through my snatch sass. He didn't say a word. Suddenly with one huge jabbing, he is balls deep in my cunt. The head of his tool is pushing against my cervix.

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

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

"Then give 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 intemperately, but not as far. He's trying not to smart me. My feet are off the solid ground, my head on the hood of the car. He can do whatever he wants with me.

"Doug, reach me cum. Make me cum hard, please !"Truthfully I had been aching for him for awhile, but we had to play it cool in school. It was weird, I wasn't in passion, I didn't want to have his child, but I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mr. electric sander falls into this nice rhythm, pulling out then filling my puss. Sometimes his rooster comes all the way out and he plays with my button with the tip of his putz before he slides it back inside. Driving me nuts.

"God, yes ! Yeah…umm. You're gon na make me…"I didn't get to finish up. One final stage hard thrust and I was over the bound, falling through space, my body tingling, my toes curling my entire trunk pulsating.

"Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! Doug ! ! Yes ! !"I started pulling myself on the cowl, sliding myself on and off his prick. I wanted it all. I wanted to pull his peter inside my pussy and never let it go. Mr. Sanders starts fucking me dissipated, all pelvic arch, pushing and pulling. It feels amazing.

"Yeeeaaahh ! Yeeeaahh ! Oh fuck ! Britt ! Fuck !"One net push and I feel his cock erupt inside me. I love cock and I love to fuck, but that foremost rush of cum in my twat, his dick pulsing against the rampart of my pussy, the current of lovesome 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 distich instant after he came, and he managed to wee me cum softly a duet times before he withdrew his cock and put my feet on the ground. My legs were trembling, barely holding me up. Doug's cum was spilling from my puss and running down my thigh. He turned and sat on the hood of the car, his spent cock still glistening with my juices. I sat following to him, and for a present moment we just watched the cum drip out of my twat and run down the strong-armer of the car. With my finger 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, semi seriously.

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

"How to decide where I want you to cum. You fucked my pussy so hard I can barely tolerate, but I don't get to feel you make full my oral cavity. I love the taste of your cum. And I love how it feels when you fill my kitty. I'm new at this, so recount me, do you cum a lot ?"

He grinned sheepishly."I have been told I pack a pretty big load. Hope that's okay."

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

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

"I know."Impulsively I hopped off the car hood and stood in front of Mr. electric sander, still holding his dick. I bent over and began gently cleaning his pecker with my tongue. I started at the pommel, still oozing bits of cum, licked his shaft clean and sucked his balls until I couldn't taste him anymore. I stood up, licking my lips.

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

"I wish,"Mr. electric sander said."I am pass babe. Maybe we skillful clean up and get going."

A great idea flashed into my head."Not so fast, bucko !"I pushed him back onto the hood, lying face up. I crawled up the hood on my script and knee joint. The bonnet was a mess between my succus and his load."You have some clean up to do too !"With that I swung a leg over his head, straddling his face.

"You're not going to make me eat…"he didn't get to finish his protest as I sat down hard on his font, covering his mouth with my pussy. I didn't respond, I just started grinding on his face, wiping cum and pussy succus all over his face. He grabbed my ass to guard me still, then started licking me from the base of my gob 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 breathe, but I was sure I didn't care. He licked my clit sporting with farseeing slow strokes that made me seize his hair and have got his aspect in my cunt. He licked my labia clean, and even licked some of his cum from my internal thighs. I was done counting how many clock time he made me cum.

But now my stage were sodding gumshoe, I couldn't support myself at all. I flopped onto the hood, totally bang stunned. 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 bet a hoops game with some dude's load on my thigh, but… He cleaned my pussy gently, cleaning up anything his spit missed. Then he cleaned his peter and balls of the remainder of our fuck.

I peeled myself off of the car hood. Mr. sander was going to bear a hard fourth dimension explaining that hood to the car laundry, but whatever. I was bent grass over the back tail end, retrieving my apparel from where it had been discarded. As I was putting it on, Doug laughed.

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

"What, that I am playing hoops bowlegged ?"

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