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Tell me about any girl who hasn’t caught out a guy perving on her butt flesh under a short dress as she is going up the stairs. I knew some prick’s eyes were ogling me before I fully turned around.
Still I hadn’t chosen the most private spot to check out the clear damp patch on the back of my shortish yellow dress. Well I had hurriedly chosen a light sheer fabric to wear in my rush out the door and even worse I hadn’t got to change my cum saturated skimpy pink panties after nearly being caught by my own mother on the stairs at home screwing both the security installation guys. But hey a girl can’t ignore a boner directly in front of her.
I was checking out the soaked patch on my dress with my fingers as Georges looked up the stairs. I could feel the spreading wetness. The old bastard Georges, my music tutor, could see the damp clammy patch just as clearly as I could feel it and his eyes had the perfect angle for an indecent leisurely stare up my flouncy short yellow dress to my soaked pink scanty knickers.
Well nothing for it. It looked like I was screwing my first ever older guy today. Geez just how many cocks could a girl really enjoy in a day? Well technically an afternoon. I really shouldn’t have lost control with Jarryn in his car behind my place after school. I mean he got my pussy and arse following his first feel up and only after our second time together. I really was trashy...but hey I was one satisfied happy slut as I made my way inside to our kitchen after Jarryn had my arse.
From there it was all a sexual rollercoaster. The two security installation guys in our house were not planned. But hey who plans sex ...except for the pill...but that’s smart planning.
Geez a girl should be able to wander around her house naked...but should check the calendar for house callers I suppose...No...then it wouldn’t have happened and the young guy was so cute...it had to be his first fuck...and the other guy in his twenties... Yeah Ben; he knew how to work arse...very nice thankyou... but here was Georges moving up the stairs with a spring in his over fifty years gait. What the fuck was I going to do with him? I mean I had enjoyed three good roots this afternoon. Yeah Georges was getting what?
Fuck that wet patch...how far will I go with Georges? Give his old cock a tug? Suck his randy pecker off? Screw the dude till he pants. Really give him something to remember for the next few years, let him work his meat into my tight back crack. Well I thought I had it covered. After all; in these situations, it is the tart that’s in control.
First thing was to slow the randy old bugger down. I actually needed a break from sex. Did I just think that? Or was it better to get this over with fast.
“Ms Fallon nice to see you could finally make piano practice” said the bastard with a puffing blackmailing grin.
I knew what he had in mind. Had since the first day I came to practice here. Well I hadn’t wanted to screw him six months ago and still didn’t... but he was only a phone call away from revealing my true nature to my mother.
“Shall we practice first or would you prefer to select a new instrument from the storeroom”
Well he wasn’t being subtle; the filthy old leering letch. I saw him staring at my tits, mentally undressing me.
“The storeroom; let’s check out your favourite instrument” I was in charge here.
Georges just smirked. The perv had some indecent idea circling in his mind. If he thought I was an anal virgin; he was in for a downer as he filled it upper.
We were in the expansive storage area of the converted warehouse and there were plenty of instruments to choose from. However; I knew basically, I had to deal with the one in his pants.
Truth is you never really know another person’s sexual predilections until they are under way. Boy was I about to find out that Georges was a kinky old bastard.
“Well Ms Fallon bend over...you have been a bad, bad girl, missing all your recent practices ...and now I know you have been whoring ...I will treat a whore exactly as a whore should be treated”
I was intrigued as he made me bend over a small mostly cleared table with some loose sheet music on it...while he was easing down my pink knickers; which was actually a good thing...they were cum soaked...I was sight fixed on a piece of the sheet music...it was: Britten’s A Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra”, while it looked like I was getting his flute or clarinet from behind; but whether the old prick was going to enjoy pussy or add to my over creamed arse ...I didn’t actually know or care...I didn’t expect a thrill from an old guy.
“Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Don’t you dare stop ...Mmm...Yeah...Mmm” and I realised how quickly a girl changes her mind when the frickin touch from the outset is delectably raunchy, unexpectedly dirty and new...Georges was a seasoned prick or was really playing out a complete grubby fantasy here: on me.
It was a maraca handle riming my arse... then inserted in my puckered happy tush...there was the slight rattle as filthy Georges was wriggled it around...teasing my so, so sensitive rim.
Boy; a simple instrument; but man oh man; was the old bastard playing with it well.
The randy sod knew what a pair was for...my pair of fem holes to be filled equally...so the second maraca handle was toying around the opening of my wet slit...about a minute later.
My booty did a jiggle of delight...my twin cavities of happiness were both being pleasured...pleasured really nicely...steady hands were easing the percussion pieces slightly deeper by the passing moments...I could feel my tight arse expanding to one of the handles and knew as he eased the other into my cunny...I wanted it to really fill me out.
I couldn’t believe how intent the smutty maestro was, he was fine tuning me for a decent fucking. I was amazed at just how easily my pussy and arse were enjoying pleasure again. Christ I had been double dicked less than an hour ago.
The maraca in my butt hole was tight but starting to gape my arse; ready for his cock. He had removed the other instrument handle from my coochie and had his fingers working up a nice squelch. I was so wet. It was like the natural state of my pussy.
The maraca popped out of my arse. Georges’ hard dick was in. Pleasurably comfortable. I wasn’t thinking about his age...I felt cock...cock is good...cock up the butt is sensational...any cock you get in there. My arse needed a too regular cock feed.
My arse took him so easily. My back door of happiness was too frickin relaxed. It was like an open day and my arse just kept accepting invitations. Still I was young and it was holding its glorious tightness. I knew how to keep it in shape. It was one my pleasure dispensers and I always got the maximum enjoyment out of it.
“Oh yeah...deeper...deeper”
Yeah I was too trashy...it was good cock...I was tightly filled and really enjoying old cock.
Georges didn’t lose the rhythm of his constricting pounding and I didn’t blink as Fabian’s cock was pushed into my gob across the table. I knew Georges’ son was here sometimes but for how long had the dirty sod been watching: long enough to get a decent hard on: it was that obvious.
God I love cock. One cock. Two cocks. Where should a girl stop? Fabian actually tasted great. I mean it was hard fleshy sweet treat cock. I was in lollypop suck mode. Yum, cock. Yum cock.
Mmm great...two holes filled again...this was becoming regular...I could get very used to this. My mouth puckered around Fabian’s head in a perpetually repeated litany of pleasure.
I had a thought: What was that trinity nonsense from religious services at school...the father...the son...yeah I had them both in my body...the spirit ...yeah the third one...my pussy needed a cock... to experience the whole caboodle.
The ribald prick Georges turned me over and put my legs up over his shoulders...I thought he wants some pussy...but no he was really enjoying my areshole and dug straight back in.: enjoying the cavernous angle.
Fabian was again pushing deep into my mouth but I was taking him all...gag free. He was testing the frickin limits of my tonsils; but hey I was more than up to this. I loved cock.
Then I nearly frickin choked on his pecker as three fingers went indecently quickly into my pussy. But they were so sure and knew exactly how to super arouse a girl. Someone with insider g spot knowledge. Fuck it was sensationally intensely pleasurable.
Fabian’s cock was unexpectedly released from my mouth as I moaned and writhed, out of control. Christ someone had my super, super private girly spot.
Fuck it was Georges’ niece, Gabriella. Just what the fuck did this extended family get up to?
Yeah sometimes you get it all...I was having a day of it...Gabby knew it was about the pleasure expression and the pleasure shared...she kept hitting my g spot and took in my look of initial surprise, then the wonderful blissful intensity in my face was mirrored in her’s as the bodily delight spiked everywhere in my cunt and then the pure lustful gaze was her’s as she repeated perfect and absolute necessary touch as the foundations of my stunning orgasm were ritually constructed...built from the recurring variations of touch inside my pussy...the need for touch...the need for the explosive internal detonation of orgasm...rising...rising...the delicious moment just before its peaks...its stunning...then the reiterated spasms of expanding joy...life is good...life is good...life is tops in a new orgasm.
I knew already Gabby and I would have it off again...
Time to relax and savour the sweetest of ignited sensations from another girl...No.
Georges had his filthy way with me and creamed out my arse. It was good because my pussy was till tingling with Gabby’s soft post orgasmic touch.
Fabian the young letch returned for his head job. I was dutiful and sucked with conviction and took his spunk all over my face and long hair...but it was Gabby’s finger tips meandering around my clit that kept me really pleasurably involved in the whole group scene.
Well I now knew I looked both my best and my worst. I was cum filled and jizzed covered, yet I had the flush that defines a woman after amazing sex and makes her look beautiful, especially all sperm smeared.
Gabby went with me to the ladies toilet. She gently helped clean the cum from my face. God she had soft sensuous hands. She lifted off my yellow dress and unclipped my bra and douched my arse and pussy for me with gentle handfuls of warm water. It was cleansing but so surely erotically charged.
She took her comb from a small bag she had with her and brushed out my long hair. She rolled deodorant under my arms and sprayed a fine mist from a peachy scented fem spray over my pussy. God it was like I was being primed for more sex.
She knew I wanted her now....my eyes said it all. I wanted her breasts. I wanted to eat her pussy, right there and then.
But Gabby stayed me: “Next time sweetie...you have music practice”
Georges took me through an extended practice...very professionally. The sexual encounter compartmentalized. He phoned home saying I was doing extra tuition. He said that pleased my mum.
Yeah tuition in sex. Strange though, I was so relaxed, I had the mood and cadence of the complex pieces on the piano; sounding so sweet. There I was on the piano stool; in my yellow dress, no undies, sexually satisfied. My life all tuned.
Georges was satisfied too with my musical progress. He said I had talent and meant it. Musical talent. And I was to be on time for extended lessons starting next week. I knew he wanted my arse again but I was coming for Gabby’s pussy...
Gabby surprised me and took me aside as I was about to leave for my taxi home and escorted me to the ladies.
She held up my clean pink flimsy knickers in front of her face and watched as I put them on. Yeah I made a show of it for her. Anticipation is all. Gabby and I had some catching up to do next week in the studio.
I was then bounding down the stairs to the street. Life was good. Life was full of future promise...Gabby...Gabby ...Gabby...filling my head...
I was at the taxi stand...no taxi...but I was already mentally starting the slow stripping of Gabby....
God who should cruise past...Jarryn and his car full of the boys...cruising for what...extra pussy... the cheating bastard.
He did the obligatory donut and circled back and stopped on the rank.
Jarryn leaned over his passenger and through the window said to me:
“Fallon come cruising”
What sort of girl did he think I was...a gangbang under the bridge slut?
He repeated it; as I hadn’t responded: “Fallon...orh Fallon... come cruisin’ “
I was thinking: though whether that was with my pussy or my head; I don’t know.
The back door of the car was thrown open...
There were three other guys in the vehicle already...would I get on the back seat between two of Jarryn’s mates...the pricks had made a space for me...
...I will...I won’t... screw you Jarryn. I’m not that slutty ...four guys...four guys...oh for god’s sake girl... have a limit...
Then: What are limits for?
Jarryn was revving... here were revved up boys looking for slutty girls... girls plural.
There was only me... could I handle this...then I thought:
Life needs one memorable big bang just like the frickin universe...
And I clambered squeezed between the two guys on the back seat.
Jarryn revved off for the ‘hot spot’ under the bridge.
To conclude with: Nympho Fallon: Southern Lights
Still I hadn’t chosen the most private spot to check out the clear damp patch on the back of my shortish yellow dress. Well I had hurriedly chosen a light sheer fabric to wear in my rush out the door and even worse I hadn’t got to change my cum saturated skimpy pink panties after nearly being caught by my own mother on the stairs at home screwing both the security installation guys. But hey a girl can’t ignore a boner directly in front of her.
I was checking out the soaked patch on my dress with my fingers as Georges looked up the stairs. I could feel the spreading wetness. The old bastard Georges, my music tutor, could see the damp clammy patch just as clearly as I could feel it and his eyes had the perfect angle for an indecent leisurely stare up my flouncy short yellow dress to my soaked pink scanty knickers.
Well nothing for it. It looked like I was screwing my first ever older guy today. Geez just how many cocks could a girl really enjoy in a day? Well technically an afternoon. I really shouldn’t have lost control with Jarryn in his car behind my place after school. I mean he got my pussy and arse following his first feel up and only after our second time together. I really was trashy...but hey I was one satisfied happy slut as I made my way inside to our kitchen after Jarryn had my arse.
From there it was all a sexual rollercoaster. The two security installation guys in our house were not planned. But hey who plans sex ...except for the pill...but that’s smart planning.
Geez a girl should be able to wander around her house naked...but should check the calendar for house callers I suppose...No...then it wouldn’t have happened and the young guy was so cute...it had to be his first fuck...and the other guy in his twenties... Yeah Ben; he knew how to work arse...very nice thankyou... but here was Georges moving up the stairs with a spring in his over fifty years gait. What the fuck was I going to do with him? I mean I had enjoyed three good roots this afternoon. Yeah Georges was getting what?
Fuck that wet patch...how far will I go with Georges? Give his old cock a tug? Suck his randy pecker off? Screw the dude till he pants. Really give him something to remember for the next few years, let him work his meat into my tight back crack. Well I thought I had it covered. After all; in these situations, it is the tart that’s in control.
First thing was to slow the randy old bugger down. I actually needed a break from sex. Did I just think that? Or was it better to get this over with fast.
“Ms Fallon nice to see you could finally make piano practice” said the bastard with a puffing blackmailing grin.
I knew what he had in mind. Had since the first day I came to practice here. Well I hadn’t wanted to screw him six months ago and still didn’t... but he was only a phone call away from revealing my true nature to my mother.
“Shall we practice first or would you prefer to select a new instrument from the storeroom”
Well he wasn’t being subtle; the filthy old leering letch. I saw him staring at my tits, mentally undressing me.
“The storeroom; let’s check out your favourite instrument” I was in charge here.
Georges just smirked. The perv had some indecent idea circling in his mind. If he thought I was an anal virgin; he was in for a downer as he filled it upper.
We were in the expansive storage area of the converted warehouse and there were plenty of instruments to choose from. However; I knew basically, I had to deal with the one in his pants.
Truth is you never really know another person’s sexual predilections until they are under way. Boy was I about to find out that Georges was a kinky old bastard.
“Well Ms Fallon bend over...you have been a bad, bad girl, missing all your recent practices ...and now I know you have been whoring ...I will treat a whore exactly as a whore should be treated”
I was intrigued as he made me bend over a small mostly cleared table with some loose sheet music on it...while he was easing down my pink knickers; which was actually a good thing...they were cum soaked...I was sight fixed on a piece of the sheet music...it was: Britten’s A Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra”, while it looked like I was getting his flute or clarinet from behind; but whether the old prick was going to enjoy pussy or add to my over creamed arse ...I didn’t actually know or care...I didn’t expect a thrill from an old guy.
“Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Don’t you dare stop ...Mmm...Yeah...Mmm” and I realised how quickly a girl changes her mind when the frickin touch from the outset is delectably raunchy, unexpectedly dirty and new...Georges was a seasoned prick or was really playing out a complete grubby fantasy here: on me.
It was a maraca handle riming my arse... then inserted in my puckered happy tush...there was the slight rattle as filthy Georges was wriggled it around...teasing my so, so sensitive rim.
Boy; a simple instrument; but man oh man; was the old bastard playing with it well.
The randy sod knew what a pair was for...my pair of fem holes to be filled equally...so the second maraca handle was toying around the opening of my wet slit...about a minute later.
My booty did a jiggle of delight...my twin cavities of happiness were both being pleasured...pleasured really nicely...steady hands were easing the percussion pieces slightly deeper by the passing moments...I could feel my tight arse expanding to one of the handles and knew as he eased the other into my cunny...I wanted it to really fill me out.
I couldn’t believe how intent the smutty maestro was, he was fine tuning me for a decent fucking. I was amazed at just how easily my pussy and arse were enjoying pleasure again. Christ I had been double dicked less than an hour ago.
The maraca in my butt hole was tight but starting to gape my arse; ready for his cock. He had removed the other instrument handle from my coochie and had his fingers working up a nice squelch. I was so wet. It was like the natural state of my pussy.
The maraca popped out of my arse. Georges’ hard dick was in. Pleasurably comfortable. I wasn’t thinking about his age...I felt cock...cock is good...cock up the butt is sensational...any cock you get in there. My arse needed a too regular cock feed.
My arse took him so easily. My back door of happiness was too frickin relaxed. It was like an open day and my arse just kept accepting invitations. Still I was young and it was holding its glorious tightness. I knew how to keep it in shape. It was one my pleasure dispensers and I always got the maximum enjoyment out of it.
“Oh yeah...deeper...deeper”
Yeah I was too trashy...it was good cock...I was tightly filled and really enjoying old cock.
Georges didn’t lose the rhythm of his constricting pounding and I didn’t blink as Fabian’s cock was pushed into my gob across the table. I knew Georges’ son was here sometimes but for how long had the dirty sod been watching: long enough to get a decent hard on: it was that obvious.
God I love cock. One cock. Two cocks. Where should a girl stop? Fabian actually tasted great. I mean it was hard fleshy sweet treat cock. I was in lollypop suck mode. Yum, cock. Yum cock.
Mmm great...two holes filled again...this was becoming regular...I could get very used to this. My mouth puckered around Fabian’s head in a perpetually repeated litany of pleasure.
I had a thought: What was that trinity nonsense from religious services at school...the father...the son...yeah I had them both in my body...the spirit ...yeah the third one...my pussy needed a cock... to experience the whole caboodle.
The ribald prick Georges turned me over and put my legs up over his shoulders...I thought he wants some pussy...but no he was really enjoying my areshole and dug straight back in.: enjoying the cavernous angle.
Fabian was again pushing deep into my mouth but I was taking him all...gag free. He was testing the frickin limits of my tonsils; but hey I was more than up to this. I loved cock.
Then I nearly frickin choked on his pecker as three fingers went indecently quickly into my pussy. But they were so sure and knew exactly how to super arouse a girl. Someone with insider g spot knowledge. Fuck it was sensationally intensely pleasurable.
Fabian’s cock was unexpectedly released from my mouth as I moaned and writhed, out of control. Christ someone had my super, super private girly spot.
Fuck it was Georges’ niece, Gabriella. Just what the fuck did this extended family get up to?
Yeah sometimes you get it all...I was having a day of it...Gabby knew it was about the pleasure expression and the pleasure shared...she kept hitting my g spot and took in my look of initial surprise, then the wonderful blissful intensity in my face was mirrored in her’s as the bodily delight spiked everywhere in my cunt and then the pure lustful gaze was her’s as she repeated perfect and absolute necessary touch as the foundations of my stunning orgasm were ritually constructed...built from the recurring variations of touch inside my pussy...the need for touch...the need for the explosive internal detonation of orgasm...rising...rising...the delicious moment just before its peaks...its stunning...then the reiterated spasms of expanding joy...life is good...life is good...life is tops in a new orgasm.
I knew already Gabby and I would have it off again...
Time to relax and savour the sweetest of ignited sensations from another girl...No.
Georges had his filthy way with me and creamed out my arse. It was good because my pussy was till tingling with Gabby’s soft post orgasmic touch.
Fabian the young letch returned for his head job. I was dutiful and sucked with conviction and took his spunk all over my face and long hair...but it was Gabby’s finger tips meandering around my clit that kept me really pleasurably involved in the whole group scene.
Well I now knew I looked both my best and my worst. I was cum filled and jizzed covered, yet I had the flush that defines a woman after amazing sex and makes her look beautiful, especially all sperm smeared.
Gabby went with me to the ladies toilet. She gently helped clean the cum from my face. God she had soft sensuous hands. She lifted off my yellow dress and unclipped my bra and douched my arse and pussy for me with gentle handfuls of warm water. It was cleansing but so surely erotically charged.
She took her comb from a small bag she had with her and brushed out my long hair. She rolled deodorant under my arms and sprayed a fine mist from a peachy scented fem spray over my pussy. God it was like I was being primed for more sex.
She knew I wanted her now....my eyes said it all. I wanted her breasts. I wanted to eat her pussy, right there and then.
But Gabby stayed me: “Next time sweetie...you have music practice”
Georges took me through an extended practice...very professionally. The sexual encounter compartmentalized. He phoned home saying I was doing extra tuition. He said that pleased my mum.
Yeah tuition in sex. Strange though, I was so relaxed, I had the mood and cadence of the complex pieces on the piano; sounding so sweet. There I was on the piano stool; in my yellow dress, no undies, sexually satisfied. My life all tuned.
Georges was satisfied too with my musical progress. He said I had talent and meant it. Musical talent. And I was to be on time for extended lessons starting next week. I knew he wanted my arse again but I was coming for Gabby’s pussy...
Gabby surprised me and took me aside as I was about to leave for my taxi home and escorted me to the ladies.
She held up my clean pink flimsy knickers in front of her face and watched as I put them on. Yeah I made a show of it for her. Anticipation is all. Gabby and I had some catching up to do next week in the studio.
I was then bounding down the stairs to the street. Life was good. Life was full of future promise...Gabby...Gabby ...Gabby...filling my head...
I was at the taxi stand...no taxi...but I was already mentally starting the slow stripping of Gabby....
God who should cruise past...Jarryn and his car full of the boys...cruising for what...extra pussy... the cheating bastard.
He did the obligatory donut and circled back and stopped on the rank.
Jarryn leaned over his passenger and through the window said to me:
“Fallon come cruising”
What sort of girl did he think I was...a gangbang under the bridge slut?
He repeated it; as I hadn’t responded: “Fallon...orh Fallon... come cruisin’ “
I was thinking: though whether that was with my pussy or my head; I don’t know.
The back door of the car was thrown open...
There were three other guys in the vehicle already...would I get on the back seat between two of Jarryn’s mates...the pricks had made a space for me...
...I will...I won’t... screw you Jarryn. I’m not that slutty ...four guys...four guys...oh for god’s sake girl... have a limit...
Then: What are limits for?
Jarryn was revving... here were revved up boys looking for slutty girls... girls plural.
There was only me... could I handle this...then I thought:
Life needs one memorable big bang just like the frickin universe...
And I clambered squeezed between the two guys on the back seat.
Jarryn revved off for the ‘hot spot’ under the bridge.
To conclude with: Nympho Fallon: Southern Lights
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