The Boss Part 6 The Broken
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Breaking in my daughter’s bestie at a hockey match....
She was wincing. Close to tears. I was applying real pressure.
Yes I was taking in her thighs and close heaving busty chest but Krystal was still fully dressed. Suddenly I was actually pervy happy I had been roped in as the emergency first aid officer for my daughter’s Robyn’s hockey match. Here was her bestie needing close personal attention and boy oh boy was I in high spirits dispensing it, even as she flinched again.
“Krystal, it’s a clean break, if it’s broken, there’s no horrendous swelling; hold still and I will tape it up and get you to a doctor, after the game... who will check it.”
She nodded. Her blonde pony tail did a cute flounce. She tensed as I strapped it. Her thighs quivering a bit. She was trying to control the obvious pain. God was I getting the close view of her inner thigh softness. Her short pleated hockey skirt wasn’t leaving much to my imagination. Here was sweet eighteen, as close as any guy approaching fifty like myself is ever going to get, short of paying for it.
She adjusted herself on the long bench in the first aid room. I think her butt must have stuck to the vinyl, her body heat from the game obviously still high. I had basically finished wrapping her little pinkie, and was admiring my handiwork and admiring surreptitiously her bust and thighs, when her hockey skirt was dragged up behind her butt, revealing her body hugging and arse defining compression shorts. Well I both stared and blushed. Her arse was too gorgeously close and bloody sensational as it was shaped by tight fabric, which; well made it, too desirable.
She saw my lust filled embarrassment. I think she was about to thank me but equally realised, that even as Robyn’s dad and even as an older guy, I found her; hot, really hot.
“Oh Mr Pearce, you dirty old man, what would Robyn think” she said , getting up and going to the window of the first aid station and looking out at the game, but not adjusting her hockey skirt back down. She was leaning on the window ledge, her booty even more defined in her taut and stretched dark fabric, both hemispheres of her butt, cock arousing. Her peachy young bum was divine.
I was male stupefied. Arse mesmerised. Bum fascinated. I wondered if at eighteen she was anally broken in. Well that got my cock uncomfortably stiff in my pants. What older guy doesn’t want to educate a sweet anal virgin?
She turned her head, but kept wriggling her arse; “Oh Mr Pearce, the second half is hardly underway, I think you know what I require to get my mind off this throbbing finger...your throbbing cock” and she opened her mouth in a big wide O. It was pecker inviting. But she turned back around and jiggled her arse.
I wasn’t thinking beyond, thank god my daughter had a filthy tart as her bestie, as I pushed my cock through my pants into her arse crack and my hands were over her hockey top and pressing into her sports bra but still feeling the generous softness of her copious titties.
Krystal did the satisfied girly purr that indicates you are doing the foreplay right. My cock was so stiff just rubbing through my trousers into her bum flesh still safe from my pernicious desire to crack her arse open, even if the tartlette wasn’t an anal virgin. She appeared a slutty hussy.
I realised we better get away from the window and it was either the vinyl bench or the stretcher bed in the corner.
I was depraved. This wasn’t the time for nice sex. Screw the bed. Fuck the vinyl bench too. I yanked her ponytail directing her body where I wanted it, under my control. Hell I was not even wasting time locking the door.
My hands in a flurry had her hockey top and sports bra off, juggettes of creamy flesh greeted my lewd eyes and my fingers tweaked her hard elegant high pointed pink nipples. Her hockey skirt disposed off easily. Her compression shorts were frickin tight fitting and an effort to get off, but I was only thinking her pussy and her indented starfish would be even tighter.
I was busy fondling Krystal’s breasts and running my fingers through her light pubic fuzz and exploring her cleft of wetness. She was moist so quickly. My daughter’s bestie thankfully was busy too, releasing my cock from my pants and underwear. There I was; half naked with my shirt still on, while this stunning eighteen year old was fully naked and we were both genital focused.
She was manipulating her right hand up and down my cock, her left hand with the damaged pinkie, still fondling my balls, the crafty whorette. Two of my fingers were squelching around inside her accommodating pussy. I could feel her tightness. I could feel her want. I heard her murmuring need as I near caveman style dragged her to the vinyl bench.
I was waylaid from my arse buggering intent by the equal appeal of her pussy tightness. I pressed her face down into the vinyl and enjoyed looking at her peachy arse cheeks and her pink moist labia and her trimmed light pubes; and I jammed my cock into her girly slit repeatedly and deeply. She was sensational. Her pussy was a true cock shaping wonder hole. I was manic in my thrusting. I mean I was drilling her hard. I was pummelling into her. My pelvic bone grinding happily into her soft arse cheeks. She barely steadied herself by holding the bench edge and spreading her legs wider, both for her enjoyment, my male need and her stability. Fuck it was intense.
I mean I could have just creamed her love slit and we would have both been on cloud nine. But I was male watching my delight. I was watching my cock pound her pussy. I was watching her arse cheeks quiver and wobble. I took in her tiny rear pink opening. Just flexing a bit naturally as I eased out of her pussy to the cusp of her opening, before driving into her deep again. I was watching her arse pucker like a gold fishes mouth; as I screwed her.
She was skank bitch moaning. I wanted her arse. I just assumed she couldn’t be an anal virgin. Such a sweet hole must have been too much of a temptation for some jock at college. Oh well, I thought, the best arses are usually those nicely broken in.
I withdrew from her sopping coochie. No easy action. God she was blessedly tight.
But her glorious slightly parted arsehole was ripe for the taking and my cock was stiffy ready for an even tighter body cavity. I spat directly and generously into her arsehole.
Krystal flinched and shot slightly forward and pleaded; “Oh Mr Pearce, not my arse.”
My fingers were left rimming her backdoor perfection. I was like a thief seeing the riches in an opening; but lacking bolt cutter.
“Oh you’ll like me, Krystal; trust me” I said. Thinking the minx was only playing the hard to get anal tease.
“No Mr Pearce, I’ve never done it” she blurted.
Suddenly her arse was even more desirable. So cock vulnerable. It was the cache of delight I craved. My cock stirred even stiffer, and that’s no easy thing for a guy approaching fifty.
“Well Krystal, I’ll be gentle” and my finger was crooked in her puckered treasure trove and she was enjoying the strange new pleasure sensation and I knew the rest would follow. It was just for me to make sure it was so deliciously decadent she would crave an arse filling every time she had sex.
My finger was doing its prep work. Nicely relaxing her obvious constriction. Her crinkled textured pinkness giving ever so slightly each time I prodded and probed. Wads of spit and a second finger joined in, as she was squirming and cooing in appreciation. She was discovering the secret pleasures of her own arsehole.
Of course my raging pecker teased her delicate tissue at her arses rim. It was insanely pleasurable for me too. On the cusp, neither really in or out of her promising butthole. I was enjoying the temptation without fully taking it, but I was intent on driving her mad for my stiffy.
She was young. She couldn’t wait like I could. Though truthfully I was at the limit of my cock’s endurance, waiting for her begging request for my dick in her arse.
“Oh Mr Pearce, give it to me, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse now”, a beautiful tirade of filth from an angel.
I loved it. She was ready. I was over ready. Nothing for it but to fully break in her arse. Make it memorable for two. Her arse was nicely compressing, truly enveloping, and a cock squeezing pleasure. Fuck her butthole was tight. Then I eased in that little deeper and found a goddamn amazing space, while my dick was compacted at her expanded opening. It looked amazing. It felt even more amazing.
Then I was riding her like a bronco. She embraced the new found wonder of anal sex with a galvanizing body energy. I knew she could take it deep and I thrust into her willing arse, ball deep. Oh shit, it was exquisite. It was cock defining. Like a wild filly she was thrashing but accepting being broken in. Her whole body engaged with her arse. Her sweet eighteen year old mind completely captivated by my mature pecker.
Pleasure was fixated in both of us on its cascading release. I lewdly took in her stunning bum cheeks and her now so accommodating expanded arsehole. There was nothing more either of us required of each other than for me to jizz her bum and watch her arsehole flex in happiness as Krystal had her first anal cream pie. Startlingly; nicely, anally broken in.
Geez we had been really at it and we heard the whistle to end the hockey game. We tidied up in a flurry. Only just sitting nicely separated; with Krystal on the bench and me on a side chair, as Robyn came in, all flushed, but anxious to check on her bestie.
“It’s probably broken” said Krystal with her still after heady sex flushed smile.
I knew Robyn was no virgin and had that shit, what if she finds out what happened moment.
“Well you’re laid back about it “Robyn said, looking at my strapping.
I excused myself and started out the door. I needed out. I knew I couldn’t hide my complicity.
However, I heard Robyn say, “Well for someone with a broken pinkie, you look too pleased with yourself “ and she instinctively inhaled deeply and I caught it too, as I needed a gulp of air, as I left: there it was: that rich pungent musky waft that lingers, in an enclosed space after ultra intense sex, it was still in the small room.
I didn’t look back; they could sort that one out between besties. I was as happy as a guy could be. After all; we do actually live in this immediate moment.
She was wincing. Close to tears. I was applying real pressure.
Yes I was taking in her thighs and close heaving busty chest but Krystal was still fully dressed. Suddenly I was actually pervy happy I had been roped in as the emergency first aid officer for my daughter’s Robyn’s hockey match. Here was her bestie needing close personal attention and boy oh boy was I in high spirits dispensing it, even as she flinched again.
“Krystal, it’s a clean break, if it’s broken, there’s no horrendous swelling; hold still and I will tape it up and get you to a doctor, after the game... who will check it.”
She nodded. Her blonde pony tail did a cute flounce. She tensed as I strapped it. Her thighs quivering a bit. She was trying to control the obvious pain. God was I getting the close view of her inner thigh softness. Her short pleated hockey skirt wasn’t leaving much to my imagination. Here was sweet eighteen, as close as any guy approaching fifty like myself is ever going to get, short of paying for it.
She adjusted herself on the long bench in the first aid room. I think her butt must have stuck to the vinyl, her body heat from the game obviously still high. I had basically finished wrapping her little pinkie, and was admiring my handiwork and admiring surreptitiously her bust and thighs, when her hockey skirt was dragged up behind her butt, revealing her body hugging and arse defining compression shorts. Well I both stared and blushed. Her arse was too gorgeously close and bloody sensational as it was shaped by tight fabric, which; well made it, too desirable.
She saw my lust filled embarrassment. I think she was about to thank me but equally realised, that even as Robyn’s dad and even as an older guy, I found her; hot, really hot.
“Oh Mr Pearce, you dirty old man, what would Robyn think” she said , getting up and going to the window of the first aid station and looking out at the game, but not adjusting her hockey skirt back down. She was leaning on the window ledge, her booty even more defined in her taut and stretched dark fabric, both hemispheres of her butt, cock arousing. Her peachy young bum was divine.
I was male stupefied. Arse mesmerised. Bum fascinated. I wondered if at eighteen she was anally broken in. Well that got my cock uncomfortably stiff in my pants. What older guy doesn’t want to educate a sweet anal virgin?
She turned her head, but kept wriggling her arse; “Oh Mr Pearce, the second half is hardly underway, I think you know what I require to get my mind off this throbbing finger...your throbbing cock” and she opened her mouth in a big wide O. It was pecker inviting. But she turned back around and jiggled her arse.
I wasn’t thinking beyond, thank god my daughter had a filthy tart as her bestie, as I pushed my cock through my pants into her arse crack and my hands were over her hockey top and pressing into her sports bra but still feeling the generous softness of her copious titties.
Krystal did the satisfied girly purr that indicates you are doing the foreplay right. My cock was so stiff just rubbing through my trousers into her bum flesh still safe from my pernicious desire to crack her arse open, even if the tartlette wasn’t an anal virgin. She appeared a slutty hussy.
I realised we better get away from the window and it was either the vinyl bench or the stretcher bed in the corner.
I was depraved. This wasn’t the time for nice sex. Screw the bed. Fuck the vinyl bench too. I yanked her ponytail directing her body where I wanted it, under my control. Hell I was not even wasting time locking the door.
My hands in a flurry had her hockey top and sports bra off, juggettes of creamy flesh greeted my lewd eyes and my fingers tweaked her hard elegant high pointed pink nipples. Her hockey skirt disposed off easily. Her compression shorts were frickin tight fitting and an effort to get off, but I was only thinking her pussy and her indented starfish would be even tighter.
I was busy fondling Krystal’s breasts and running my fingers through her light pubic fuzz and exploring her cleft of wetness. She was moist so quickly. My daughter’s bestie thankfully was busy too, releasing my cock from my pants and underwear. There I was; half naked with my shirt still on, while this stunning eighteen year old was fully naked and we were both genital focused.
She was manipulating her right hand up and down my cock, her left hand with the damaged pinkie, still fondling my balls, the crafty whorette. Two of my fingers were squelching around inside her accommodating pussy. I could feel her tightness. I could feel her want. I heard her murmuring need as I near caveman style dragged her to the vinyl bench.
I was waylaid from my arse buggering intent by the equal appeal of her pussy tightness. I pressed her face down into the vinyl and enjoyed looking at her peachy arse cheeks and her pink moist labia and her trimmed light pubes; and I jammed my cock into her girly slit repeatedly and deeply. She was sensational. Her pussy was a true cock shaping wonder hole. I was manic in my thrusting. I mean I was drilling her hard. I was pummelling into her. My pelvic bone grinding happily into her soft arse cheeks. She barely steadied herself by holding the bench edge and spreading her legs wider, both for her enjoyment, my male need and her stability. Fuck it was intense.
I mean I could have just creamed her love slit and we would have both been on cloud nine. But I was male watching my delight. I was watching my cock pound her pussy. I was watching her arse cheeks quiver and wobble. I took in her tiny rear pink opening. Just flexing a bit naturally as I eased out of her pussy to the cusp of her opening, before driving into her deep again. I was watching her arse pucker like a gold fishes mouth; as I screwed her.
She was skank bitch moaning. I wanted her arse. I just assumed she couldn’t be an anal virgin. Such a sweet hole must have been too much of a temptation for some jock at college. Oh well, I thought, the best arses are usually those nicely broken in.
I withdrew from her sopping coochie. No easy action. God she was blessedly tight.
But her glorious slightly parted arsehole was ripe for the taking and my cock was stiffy ready for an even tighter body cavity. I spat directly and generously into her arsehole.
Krystal flinched and shot slightly forward and pleaded; “Oh Mr Pearce, not my arse.”
My fingers were left rimming her backdoor perfection. I was like a thief seeing the riches in an opening; but lacking bolt cutter.
“Oh you’ll like me, Krystal; trust me” I said. Thinking the minx was only playing the hard to get anal tease.
“No Mr Pearce, I’ve never done it” she blurted.
Suddenly her arse was even more desirable. So cock vulnerable. It was the cache of delight I craved. My cock stirred even stiffer, and that’s no easy thing for a guy approaching fifty.
“Well Krystal, I’ll be gentle” and my finger was crooked in her puckered treasure trove and she was enjoying the strange new pleasure sensation and I knew the rest would follow. It was just for me to make sure it was so deliciously decadent she would crave an arse filling every time she had sex.
My finger was doing its prep work. Nicely relaxing her obvious constriction. Her crinkled textured pinkness giving ever so slightly each time I prodded and probed. Wads of spit and a second finger joined in, as she was squirming and cooing in appreciation. She was discovering the secret pleasures of her own arsehole.
Of course my raging pecker teased her delicate tissue at her arses rim. It was insanely pleasurable for me too. On the cusp, neither really in or out of her promising butthole. I was enjoying the temptation without fully taking it, but I was intent on driving her mad for my stiffy.
She was young. She couldn’t wait like I could. Though truthfully I was at the limit of my cock’s endurance, waiting for her begging request for my dick in her arse.
“Oh Mr Pearce, give it to me, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse now”, a beautiful tirade of filth from an angel.
I loved it. She was ready. I was over ready. Nothing for it but to fully break in her arse. Make it memorable for two. Her arse was nicely compressing, truly enveloping, and a cock squeezing pleasure. Fuck her butthole was tight. Then I eased in that little deeper and found a goddamn amazing space, while my dick was compacted at her expanded opening. It looked amazing. It felt even more amazing.
Then I was riding her like a bronco. She embraced the new found wonder of anal sex with a galvanizing body energy. I knew she could take it deep and I thrust into her willing arse, ball deep. Oh shit, it was exquisite. It was cock defining. Like a wild filly she was thrashing but accepting being broken in. Her whole body engaged with her arse. Her sweet eighteen year old mind completely captivated by my mature pecker.
Pleasure was fixated in both of us on its cascading release. I lewdly took in her stunning bum cheeks and her now so accommodating expanded arsehole. There was nothing more either of us required of each other than for me to jizz her bum and watch her arsehole flex in happiness as Krystal had her first anal cream pie. Startlingly; nicely, anally broken in.
Geez we had been really at it and we heard the whistle to end the hockey game. We tidied up in a flurry. Only just sitting nicely separated; with Krystal on the bench and me on a side chair, as Robyn came in, all flushed, but anxious to check on her bestie.
“It’s probably broken” said Krystal with her still after heady sex flushed smile.
I knew Robyn was no virgin and had that shit, what if she finds out what happened moment.
“Well you’re laid back about it “Robyn said, looking at my strapping.
I excused myself and started out the door. I needed out. I knew I couldn’t hide my complicity.
However, I heard Robyn say, “Well for someone with a broken pinkie, you look too pleased with yourself “ and she instinctively inhaled deeply and I caught it too, as I needed a gulp of air, as I left: there it was: that rich pungent musky waft that lingers, in an enclosed space after ultra intense sex, it was still in the small room.
I didn’t look back; they could sort that one out between besties. I was as happy as a guy could be. After all; we do actually live in this immediate moment.
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