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Why teens always have their music up loud:
Margret and Timothy Jones were getting exasperated with the moody duo of Cameron and Lucy: the senior college siblings they had thought were destined for University next year. The alarm bells were rings as letters arrived stating both ‘k**s’ were behind with assignments and really needed to focus in the final short term ahead...
Margret had been virtually inconsolable as a young wife... when Cameron’s twin sister had died as an infant. Tim had saved his marriage and his wife’s emotional well being by adopting a young tot called Lucy. Margret got back into full motherhood and it rolled on through the years...
As a family they had avoided ‘teen’ rebellion and angst and party rage. Lu and Cam were capable if they studied and competent at sport. The trouble when it started had a pinpoint realised Mrs Jones, the arrival of that J’Arnie Rogers into Lucy’s life. Her daughter was too effusive about the skankily; yes she hated using the word: slutty, scantily dressed brunette. Her impressionable daughter’s so called bestie.
Hamish, the tart’s step brother was fine, a great mate and a help to Cameron with his study: thought Margret.
Mrs Jones also thought that Lu and Cam were becoming more secretive. You know the signs: your offspring stop talking when you enter a room, avoid your questioning, change the topic abruptly and give each other confidential closed off to adult’s, private signals.
But it was the recent loud music that was most annoying. It was too loud really. God the damage it was probably doing to their ears. It filled the house after dinner every evening in their bedrooms. Just what was the frickin point or attraction... mused a pessimistic Margret with two on the cusp of adulthood but fast becoming unknown family entities under her own roof. It was enough to drive her out and walk the bloody ratty dogs with her husband, a responsibility only Tim took seriously these days....it was years since Lu or Cam had walked the Labradors.
“What do you want playing” said Jonesy to Lucy; he didn’t really have a preference: rap was cool, heavy metal his solo listening choice but classic rock was earning a respectful place in his collection.
Once he started fucking , then sodomising, his adopted sister he barely heard the music, however strident it was. Maybe he screwed her to the drum beat or maybe he gouged her arse to rap rhythm ...who knew...he’d have to listen one day and see if he was fucking or ploughing her cadbury avenue to a harsher beat...
Cameron only knew without the music his parents would be breaking the door down as Lucy had lately lost all control with sex. She was shrill, she was filthy and she was sensational. So Jonesy just kept turning the volume knob up and his adopted sister kept getting louder. It was like her orgasmic rasp was competing with his rooms hi fidelity surround sound...
The oldies appeared to have given up on after dinner quiet and were both walking the dogs. Still if they came back or mum didn’t go...so the music stayed booming.
Jonesy put on the heavy stuff and knew they were about to belt out their style...louder than Lucy hopefully...
He had hit play on the stereo...already on cue... Lucy had her hand over his crotch and her tongue in his ear. She was whispering her obscene scenario in his ear...she didn’t actually care if he kept to any fantasy script or not...it always got his pecker erect fast...
“I want you to finger my butt... but slowly you randy arsehole, just the sensitive shallow prod...rim me you bastard...then slide it around...then I want your frickin tongue...on my pink tight ring... then stick your tip in and lick me ...keep licking me...make me moan like a slut...are you ready”
Sounded like a great starting plan to Jonesy. He knew he would get distracted and ad lib once he really got down there...there was too much cute designer flesh competing for any male’s one focus attention between a woman’s legs...
The tart didn’t even bother with underwear these days. Cameron peeled off her jeans and it was shaved opulent flesh. Yeah small, real small titties...as he removed her t-shirt...no bra...no bust... but man what a camel toe the skinny bitch had on display only for him.
Lucy was standing with her legs apart. Jonesy went down on his sibling, Ms Jones in her upright position. The power sex fem-position. His tongue went directly into her shaved ready-made fun for boy’s hole. He was really enjoying her fore cleft but knew her aft crack wanted equal attention. Geez young women...they want every fucking crevice teased instantly and basically at the same time and Christ you better give that skin stretch between their ring and cunny , some tongue licking too.
Jonesy was slurping and sweeping everywhere. It seemed Lucy didn’t care as long as he hit the sweet sensitive spots often enough.
Cam knew her clit drove her wild and circled it gently then firmly. That started the bitch...
“Oh fuck you ...you dirty bastard...you know what I want...why did you make me wait...tease my clit...mmm...mmm...more...harder you a****l”
Well Jonesy gave it his all. He really probed his tongue under her hood, lifting her clit up her body...he could feel Lucy arching up on her toes...he was giving her the climax treatment...but he wanted to rag the bitch into pleading...
Equally her arsehole needed equity here and his tip went right into her cute pinkish rim...taunting her flesh to stabbing peaks of desire...then he really got serious with his perineum workout...he used the edge of his nail to sc**** over her so responsive soft delicate flesh...she was moaning in happiness...
“Oh you bastard just wait till I get under your balls you prick ...with my nails...you’ll be begging for more and begging me to stop...fuck that feels good...don’t stop you prick...mmm...oh...oh”
Of course he stopped ...he had an unfinished date with her clitty ...and boy was it swollen and receptive now... a rapid series of broad hard sweeps with his tongue and Lucy was nearly frickin yelling with a bursting sensational fem-climax.
“Oh fuck you...oh my god...oh god...don’t stop now you degenerate prick...finish the job...oh ...oh...OHH”
She was louder than the music...fuck ....
It was enough to shut her up for a while with a cock in her gob. A meat gobstopper. Wow was she happy sucking head...she was made for the job...loved the job...lived for the job.
“Yeah you bitch...take it deep...ball deep you bitch...you can’t get enough of it...”
Lucy seriously couldn’t enough of his cock. It was beyond a bad habit...it was her only pastime or leisure pursuit...her friend J’Arnie was right... accessible cock under a teen girl’s roof 24/7 shouldn’t be contraband.
Ms Jones had to suck off Jonesy ball sack. Her brother was groaning vociferously now, especially once her long nails scratched over his perineum ...it was paradise and hell in the same instance...he had to have more ...yet it was overly intense...it was too sensitive ... yet Lucy layered the snaring pleasure...till the prick begged her to stop...
“Oh fuck you, you slut...careful...I want it...oh shit...no...yes...no ...no...yes... you bitch...orh...orh”
Then she squeezed his shaft and spat on it and took his erectness fully and deeply in her mouth...then eased his stick in and out...Cam realised she was u*********sly in tune with the rap beat...and it was getting faster...shit her mouth was quick... as speedy as the foul mouthed rapper...
Of course Jonesy was going to cum hard. The only question was where? In Ms Jones delectable mouth, across her mini titties or...
The bitch was developing new skills fast...where the hell from...surely not net porn...probably that slut bestie J’Arnie...Cam was beyond thinking though...his dick was his life in the instance and it knew only one thought...absolute prick pulsing pleasure...because Ms Jones spun around and guided his stiff pecker between her butt cheeks
"Orrgh, fuck yeah" she moaned as she was anal pile driven. Drilled deep like a core sampler, boring in, boring in.
Lucky the music was pounding too.
Joney's dick made room there was really none. He assailed her arsehole.It always felt he was in her way deeper than pounding her pussy.
For Mr Jones it was the same. The depth was the bliss. The tightness the pleasure. Her ring on the cusp of splitting with the sheer pulsing in her; to orgasmic delight.
God the pleasure coursed through her. It was erotic but in a slutty way. The bitch knew how to generate an anal orgasm. She clasped his cock with her rear muscles. Clench and relax. Clench and lock. A vice like hold.
Joney couldn't believe how good the tart was at anal sex. The bitch was back-door diva.
She angled her body so her butt hole was filled at a sharp upward angle, making her race to an anal climax.
She let him cream her arse and god he came...like he had rarely ever cum...it was a thick repeated streaming squirting wad and his... Orh...Orh...Orh...was way louder than any noise Lucy had made this evening...
His orgasm was so good , he owed her more , even though she was nearly relaxing in her own orgasmic after-throw.
He set two fingers in her arse:
"Orrgh, fuck you, its so sensitive but so good" she mummer-ed.
He squeezed in a third digit.
She just went gaga guttural.
The music just covering her plaintive loudness.
Oh screw it, he duck-fisted his step-sister's cum sodden chocolate starfish. Her first anal fist.
"Orrgh, you bastard, you frickin crazy bastard, but yes, yes, yes, yes, oh my god yes" from a bitch in new blissful territory.
Her arse expanded beyond anything known. Her mind caught between frickin fear and indescribable pleasure twinges.
Her arsehole felt broader and deeper than the grand canyon. She wanted it to stop yet continue. Caught in noose of filthy fearsome pleasure.
Joney just did his stuff. Duck-fisting, twerking his fingers in her arse, plucking, tweaking, snagging her inward and outward sensitive elements in a mix of mischievous deep insertion.
Lucy found her slattern rhythm and some how relaxed enough to really, really go off the sexual edge.
"Orrgh , my, oh yeah, yes, yes, Mmmmmm....ORRRGHH" as she orgasmed again through her sphincter....
Shit, they both realised, the music had stopped....but the house was quiet.....
Margaret and Ted Jones were back from walking their two dogs.
The house was quiet again thank god. Cam was apparently doing his homework in his bedroom.
Lucy was reading a textbook, feet up on the lounge. So relaxed.
‘College teens who understood them and their moods and their need for loud bursts of music...’ thought Mrs Jones, ‘now so calm...well it was in a way pleasing it was music that appeared to calm them’ reflected Margret...’when she was exasperated and tense it was Tim’s cock that calmed her...thank god Cam wasn’t out chasing pussy on a school night or Lucy wasn’t rutting unprotected in the back of some unsavoury dudes car...or was being a slut on the walking trail by the creek’
Still did they have to have the music up so loud...it seems so...as it was loud again after dinner the next day and the next...
Margret and Timothy Jones were getting exasperated with the moody duo of Cameron and Lucy: the senior college siblings they had thought were destined for University next year. The alarm bells were rings as letters arrived stating both ‘k**s’ were behind with assignments and really needed to focus in the final short term ahead...
Margret had been virtually inconsolable as a young wife... when Cameron’s twin sister had died as an infant. Tim had saved his marriage and his wife’s emotional well being by adopting a young tot called Lucy. Margret got back into full motherhood and it rolled on through the years...
As a family they had avoided ‘teen’ rebellion and angst and party rage. Lu and Cam were capable if they studied and competent at sport. The trouble when it started had a pinpoint realised Mrs Jones, the arrival of that J’Arnie Rogers into Lucy’s life. Her daughter was too effusive about the skankily; yes she hated using the word: slutty, scantily dressed brunette. Her impressionable daughter’s so called bestie.
Hamish, the tart’s step brother was fine, a great mate and a help to Cameron with his study: thought Margret.
Mrs Jones also thought that Lu and Cam were becoming more secretive. You know the signs: your offspring stop talking when you enter a room, avoid your questioning, change the topic abruptly and give each other confidential closed off to adult’s, private signals.
But it was the recent loud music that was most annoying. It was too loud really. God the damage it was probably doing to their ears. It filled the house after dinner every evening in their bedrooms. Just what was the frickin point or attraction... mused a pessimistic Margret with two on the cusp of adulthood but fast becoming unknown family entities under her own roof. It was enough to drive her out and walk the bloody ratty dogs with her husband, a responsibility only Tim took seriously these days....it was years since Lu or Cam had walked the Labradors.
“What do you want playing” said Jonesy to Lucy; he didn’t really have a preference: rap was cool, heavy metal his solo listening choice but classic rock was earning a respectful place in his collection.
Once he started fucking , then sodomising, his adopted sister he barely heard the music, however strident it was. Maybe he screwed her to the drum beat or maybe he gouged her arse to rap rhythm ...who knew...he’d have to listen one day and see if he was fucking or ploughing her cadbury avenue to a harsher beat...
Cameron only knew without the music his parents would be breaking the door down as Lucy had lately lost all control with sex. She was shrill, she was filthy and she was sensational. So Jonesy just kept turning the volume knob up and his adopted sister kept getting louder. It was like her orgasmic rasp was competing with his rooms hi fidelity surround sound...
The oldies appeared to have given up on after dinner quiet and were both walking the dogs. Still if they came back or mum didn’t go...so the music stayed booming.
Jonesy put on the heavy stuff and knew they were about to belt out their style...louder than Lucy hopefully...
He had hit play on the stereo...already on cue... Lucy had her hand over his crotch and her tongue in his ear. She was whispering her obscene scenario in his ear...she didn’t actually care if he kept to any fantasy script or not...it always got his pecker erect fast...
“I want you to finger my butt... but slowly you randy arsehole, just the sensitive shallow prod...rim me you bastard...then slide it around...then I want your frickin tongue...on my pink tight ring... then stick your tip in and lick me ...keep licking me...make me moan like a slut...are you ready”
Sounded like a great starting plan to Jonesy. He knew he would get distracted and ad lib once he really got down there...there was too much cute designer flesh competing for any male’s one focus attention between a woman’s legs...
The tart didn’t even bother with underwear these days. Cameron peeled off her jeans and it was shaved opulent flesh. Yeah small, real small titties...as he removed her t-shirt...no bra...no bust... but man what a camel toe the skinny bitch had on display only for him.
Lucy was standing with her legs apart. Jonesy went down on his sibling, Ms Jones in her upright position. The power sex fem-position. His tongue went directly into her shaved ready-made fun for boy’s hole. He was really enjoying her fore cleft but knew her aft crack wanted equal attention. Geez young women...they want every fucking crevice teased instantly and basically at the same time and Christ you better give that skin stretch between their ring and cunny , some tongue licking too.
Jonesy was slurping and sweeping everywhere. It seemed Lucy didn’t care as long as he hit the sweet sensitive spots often enough.
Cam knew her clit drove her wild and circled it gently then firmly. That started the bitch...
“Oh fuck you ...you dirty bastard...you know what I want...why did you make me wait...tease my clit...mmm...mmm...more...harder you a****l”
Well Jonesy gave it his all. He really probed his tongue under her hood, lifting her clit up her body...he could feel Lucy arching up on her toes...he was giving her the climax treatment...but he wanted to rag the bitch into pleading...
Equally her arsehole needed equity here and his tip went right into her cute pinkish rim...taunting her flesh to stabbing peaks of desire...then he really got serious with his perineum workout...he used the edge of his nail to sc**** over her so responsive soft delicate flesh...she was moaning in happiness...
“Oh you bastard just wait till I get under your balls you prick ...with my nails...you’ll be begging for more and begging me to stop...fuck that feels good...don’t stop you prick...mmm...oh...oh”
Of course he stopped ...he had an unfinished date with her clitty ...and boy was it swollen and receptive now... a rapid series of broad hard sweeps with his tongue and Lucy was nearly frickin yelling with a bursting sensational fem-climax.
“Oh fuck you...oh my god...oh god...don’t stop now you degenerate prick...finish the job...oh ...oh...OHH”
She was louder than the music...fuck ....
It was enough to shut her up for a while with a cock in her gob. A meat gobstopper. Wow was she happy sucking head...she was made for the job...loved the job...lived for the job.
“Yeah you bitch...take it deep...ball deep you bitch...you can’t get enough of it...”
Lucy seriously couldn’t enough of his cock. It was beyond a bad habit...it was her only pastime or leisure pursuit...her friend J’Arnie was right... accessible cock under a teen girl’s roof 24/7 shouldn’t be contraband.
Ms Jones had to suck off Jonesy ball sack. Her brother was groaning vociferously now, especially once her long nails scratched over his perineum ...it was paradise and hell in the same instance...he had to have more ...yet it was overly intense...it was too sensitive ... yet Lucy layered the snaring pleasure...till the prick begged her to stop...
“Oh fuck you, you slut...careful...I want it...oh shit...no...yes...no ...no...yes... you bitch...orh...orh”
Then she squeezed his shaft and spat on it and took his erectness fully and deeply in her mouth...then eased his stick in and out...Cam realised she was u*********sly in tune with the rap beat...and it was getting faster...shit her mouth was quick... as speedy as the foul mouthed rapper...
Of course Jonesy was going to cum hard. The only question was where? In Ms Jones delectable mouth, across her mini titties or...
The bitch was developing new skills fast...where the hell from...surely not net porn...probably that slut bestie J’Arnie...Cam was beyond thinking though...his dick was his life in the instance and it knew only one thought...absolute prick pulsing pleasure...because Ms Jones spun around and guided his stiff pecker between her butt cheeks
"Orrgh, fuck yeah" she moaned as she was anal pile driven. Drilled deep like a core sampler, boring in, boring in.
Lucky the music was pounding too.
Joney's dick made room there was really none. He assailed her arsehole.It always felt he was in her way deeper than pounding her pussy.
For Mr Jones it was the same. The depth was the bliss. The tightness the pleasure. Her ring on the cusp of splitting with the sheer pulsing in her; to orgasmic delight.
God the pleasure coursed through her. It was erotic but in a slutty way. The bitch knew how to generate an anal orgasm. She clasped his cock with her rear muscles. Clench and relax. Clench and lock. A vice like hold.
Joney couldn't believe how good the tart was at anal sex. The bitch was back-door diva.
She angled her body so her butt hole was filled at a sharp upward angle, making her race to an anal climax.
She let him cream her arse and god he came...like he had rarely ever cum...it was a thick repeated streaming squirting wad and his... Orh...Orh...Orh...was way louder than any noise Lucy had made this evening...
His orgasm was so good , he owed her more , even though she was nearly relaxing in her own orgasmic after-throw.
He set two fingers in her arse:
"Orrgh, fuck you, its so sensitive but so good" she mummer-ed.
He squeezed in a third digit.
She just went gaga guttural.
The music just covering her plaintive loudness.
Oh screw it, he duck-fisted his step-sister's cum sodden chocolate starfish. Her first anal fist.
"Orrgh, you bastard, you frickin crazy bastard, but yes, yes, yes, yes, oh my god yes" from a bitch in new blissful territory.
Her arse expanded beyond anything known. Her mind caught between frickin fear and indescribable pleasure twinges.
Her arsehole felt broader and deeper than the grand canyon. She wanted it to stop yet continue. Caught in noose of filthy fearsome pleasure.
Joney just did his stuff. Duck-fisting, twerking his fingers in her arse, plucking, tweaking, snagging her inward and outward sensitive elements in a mix of mischievous deep insertion.
Lucy found her slattern rhythm and some how relaxed enough to really, really go off the sexual edge.
"Orrgh , my, oh yeah, yes, yes, Mmmmmm....ORRRGHH" as she orgasmed again through her sphincter....
Shit, they both realised, the music had stopped....but the house was quiet.....
Margaret and Ted Jones were back from walking their two dogs.
The house was quiet again thank god. Cam was apparently doing his homework in his bedroom.
Lucy was reading a textbook, feet up on the lounge. So relaxed.
‘College teens who understood them and their moods and their need for loud bursts of music...’ thought Mrs Jones, ‘now so calm...well it was in a way pleasing it was music that appeared to calm them’ reflected Margret...’when she was exasperated and tense it was Tim’s cock that calmed her...thank god Cam wasn’t out chasing pussy on a school night or Lucy wasn’t rutting unprotected in the back of some unsavoury dudes car...or was being a slut on the walking trail by the creek’
Still did they have to have the music up so loud...it seems so...as it was loud again after dinner the next day and the next...
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