My Last Morning With Me
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Watching free porn video
Lizzy made herself comfortable on the queen sized bed and hit play on the remote. The case had been simply labeled ’03-22-13’ but she’d gotten it out of Eden and Alex’s secret cache, so she figured it was another porn movie. She hadn’t yet been daring enough to use one of the sex toys stashed away alongside the discs; somehow that seemed wrong to her. Maybe she should bring one of her own next time. That thought was erased as the television screen lit up with, not just another porno, but an obviously homemade one starring the Livingstons.
“No, this is so wrong,” she murmured, picking up the remote, meaning to hit stop before it went too far. Thumb poised above the button, she struggled with her conscience, eventually unable to look away as Eden and Alex began undressing each other on the very same bed she was now laying on. Transfixed, she slowly undressed with them, touching herself breathlessly as she absently pushed the remote to one side. She was committed now.
“What if today is the day? How do I explain… this?” she thought out loud as she wiggled out of her panties, giggling nervously. She felt so naughty. “Maybe she’ll spank me…”
That thought fueling her, she began touching herself, starting with her tits as, on screen, a busty brunette in her mid-thirties settled in between her husband’s legs and took his meaty cock in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, this is so wrong,” Lizzy repeated, feeling the fluids in her pussy begin to trickle. She was going to leave evidence of her discretions yet again. The thought made her tremble with lust as she reached between her legs and let out a primal groan.
oOo
Eden stood in the hallway, listening to the muffled girlish sounds slipping through the door crack. Sighs, moans, whimpers, soft gasps, all very erotic sounding, and moving slowly towards a crescendo. She’d been standing there, an unseen presence, for close to a quarter of an hour while her house sitter worked herself to ecstasy with her fingers, or possibly a toy, on the bed she shared with her husband Alex. Not that she minded. She smiled at the mental picture that presented itself; blonde, blue-eyed, teenage Lizzy propped up on her pillow, her cute little khaki shorts down around one ankle as she furiously fingered herself to orgasm, her thin cotton tee pulled up over her small breasts. She enjoyed the idea enough that she had her own hand inside the waistband of her panties, the top button on her jeans undone, her fingers sliding up and down between the warm, wet folds of her pussy lips as she listened in; a voyeur in her own home.
“Oh, yes, mmm, oh,” the girl moaned, the last oh repeated, growing louder and sharper as she pushed herself right to the edge, crying out breathlessly as she climaxed. Eden could only bite her lip at the sound, her own shallow breaths coming quicker and quicker as she forced herself to slow down and stop what she was doing before she too was caught in an embarrassing situation. Lizzy, after all, didn’t need to know that she’s been discovered masturbating by her employer. Regretfully, Eden snuck out of the house just as quietly as she’d snuck in, got back in her car and drove around the corner, parking in the dark spaces between street lights so that she could finish what she’d started.
Shutting off the engine, she unzipped her jeans and wiggled them, and her thong, down her hips as far as she dared as she went to work on herself, her pussy drenched from her private little listening party. With the vision of eighteen year old Lizzy sprawled naked on the bed, her firm little titties jiggling as she plunged her fingers in and out of her tight little snatch, it took Eden less than ten minutes to make herself cum so hard she bruised her knees against the dashboard while calling out Lizzy’s name.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmured when she was done, slumping back in her seat, drained at the powerful orgasm.
She’d been drawn to Lizzy’s heady mixture of innocence and sexuality since she’d had her in her history class at Roosevelt high last year. Fairly bright, good natured, polite, and always smiling or laughing, cute little Lizzy had quickly become, unknowingly, a favorite forbidden fantasy. Eden lifted her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, imagining that it was Lizzy’s pussy she tasted on them instead of her own, resisting the urge to get herself off once more before heading back to school to finish grading papers.
The job of house sitter had been somewhat serendipitous. Eden had needed someone at the house to take the delivery of a new dryer a few months prior. A neighbor had suggested she knew someone trustworthy, her sister’s daughter, and that someone had turned out to be Lizzy. When Eden, and her husband Alex, had returned that evening, they’d discovered that the girl had, instead of simply sitting around watching TV all day, straightened up the house and did the dishes. Impressed, they’d offered her a part time job of house sitter, never really defining it.
“Just keep the place from getting out of hand,” Eden had told her. “And really, if you want to just hole up so you can get a little time away from your family, that’s cool, too. Make use of the pool, play video games, whatever.”
It had turned out there were unexpected benefits of having Lizzy spending time at the house, something she’d only discovered recently when she’d come home a little early one evening to find the girl a little flushed and anxious. After she’d left, Eden had discovered she’d left a porno in the DVD player in the bedroom and noticed a small wet spot on the quilt that smelled like pussy; Lizzy’s pussy. She’d spent the next hour playing with herself on the bed, head turned to the side so she could inhale the erotic scent, eyes closed as she imagined herself extending her tongue and lapping at the young girl’s soft, warm, teenage cunt. She came three times before straightening up the bed, putting away the disc and getting dinner started for when Alex came home. She never said a single word to Lizzy about the incident much to the girl’s obvious relief.
Still, she never forgot it either, leading her to this this afternoon’s unannounced visit, catching her in the act…
oOo
Lizzy giggled, watching Mrs. Livingston pull away from the house through the curtains in the upstairs master bedroom. She was fairly certain her former teacher had at least heard her performance this time. Why else would she have come home, tried to sneak in the house unseen, and then left as soon as she’d been done cumming on her bed? What she thought of it, of course, was the mystery. Had she been embarrassed? Disgusted? Turned on? Worrying at her lip, she figured that if she’d been outraged, she’d have confronted her rather than silently slipping off again. That she’d spent a good fifteen minutes or so in the house, presumably most of it within audible range of the bedroom (she knew this for a fact, having heard her stealthy footsteps on the stairs, waiting until she was sure that she was headed for the bedroom before resuming playing with herself).
Breathing hard at the thought of her rash act having been witnessed, she let the blinds sway closed once again, hidden from the outside world by two lengths of fabric. She was naked, her clothes strewn carelessly on the quilt covering the bed surrounding the indentation of her body. The room smelled faintly of sex. Once again, she let her imagination carry her on a journey, picturing Mrs. Livingston walking in on her, blushing at the mere thought of being caught finger fucking herself on her bed, wondering if her former teacher would lecture her or, and she moaned at the idea stroking her wonderfully aching clit as she did, would she join her?
She’d already orgasmed three separate times today imagining the woman pinning her to the bed, perhaps, and kissing her. Taking off all her clothes and straddling her face, commanding her to lick her pussy until she screamed with pleasure. Forcing her thighs open and pushing her face into her nasty little pussy, sucking on her clit until she was torn in two with pleasure and then spanking her for being a very naughty girl. That’s what she’d been ever since High School. She’d wanted Mrs. Livingston to make her do bad things. And now, with the possibility so temptingly near, she could hardly control herself any longer.
She came again, this time collapsing to the floor, her fingers covered in her own secretions until finally, she got herself under control. She carefully straightened out the bed like she always did, and cleaned up after herself. Then, before leaving, thinking she’d go down stairs and try to pretend that she hadn’t been misbehaving, she took Mrs. Livingston’s pillow, lay down on top of it, and rubbed her pussy all over it. Giggling breathlessly, she fled the scene of the crime before she could come to her senses and regret her foolishness.
oOo
That night, Eden lay in bed with the lights out, her husband snoring softly beside her, breathing raggedly as she stroked her clit, the unmistakable aroma of Lizzy’s sex filling her senses as she buried her face in the pillow sheet. When she eventually came, she sunk her teeth into the pillow to keep from calling out her name.
oOo
She’d been anticipating Eden all afternoon, getting all the house work that was expected of her done in a hurry so that she could take her time in the bedroom. She was pleased to discover that the pillow still smelled of cunt, wondering if the older woman had noticed, heart beating anxiously at the thought. She stripped down to her bra and panties, a sexy red lace set that she knew looked good in contrast with her tanned skin. This time she put in one of the commercial DVDs she’d found in the drawer, a movie involving an older couple seducing a teenaged girl. It was so easy to imagine the girl was her and the older couple was Eden and Alex.
She was working on the third orgasm of the afternoon when she heard the door shut downstairs, announcing Eden’s presence. Overcoming the panic she felt at the noise, she ignored the little voice inside her head that told her there was still time to get dressed and pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary. Raggedly breathing, she listened for footsteps on the hardwood stairs, knowing that any minute now Eden would be close enough to hear her moaning with lust as she plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Would she push the door open this time, she wondered, and embarrass her? Would she pin her to the bed and kiss her, forcing her tongue into her mouth, grinding her pussy against hers until they both couldn’t stand it any longer and came? Would she turn her over on her lap and turn her bottom red, something Lizzy had only read about, with the flat of her hand? That image was the one that had finally pushed her over the edge. She knew, without a doubt that Eden had to have heard her as she thrashed about on the bed, crying out softly, her ass lifting off the bed, shoulders pushing into the mattress as she came harder than she had the day before.
oOo
She had to work late the next night. By the time she got home, Lizzy had already left. Excitedly, she wondered if the fragrance of her pussy had been refreshed on her pillowcase. She was not disappointed. Now that she was aware of what the girl was doing in their bedroom, she’d become sensitive to the tangy scent of her cunt. Flushed, feeling somewhat depraved, she buried her head in the pillow once more, this time licking the teenager’s cum. It tasted fresh. She wondered how much she’d missed today’s performance by. Not by much, she suspected. Tomorrow, maybe she’d hurry home directly after her last class in hopes of…
“What? Of catching Lizzy in the act? And then what?”
Chuckling at herself, she rolled over, her head lying next to the wet spot on the case, and sighed.
“I want her so bad,” she admitted guiltily, if only to herself. God, what it would be like to bury her face in her former student’s pussy. When she’d been in college, she’d experimented with other girls, but since she’d met Alex, she’s never even thought about it. Lizzy had awakened that hunger the first day she’d walked into her classroom, though, and it had only grown stronger seeing her every day, especially now that she knew what the teen was doing while she was away at work.
“Bury my face in her cunt and give her the best goddamn orgasm ever.”
oOo
Lizzy lay in bed that night, the events of the day playing through her head, caressing herself, fingers sliding along her flanks, over her small tits, teasingly brushing her nipples, down over her softly rounded belly, delighting in the way her fingers felt over her smoothly shaved pussy, her breath catching as she teased her clit free from hiding and began to rub it slowly, fantasizing about what might happen the next day. She’d been disappointed that Eden had chosen to leave again and hadn’t returned by the time she’d left.
Impulsively, this time, she’d left her panties lying on the floor, near her side of the bed, hoping that maybe she’d get the hint that Lizzy wanted her to know about what she’d been doing there in the afternoon every day.
oOo
Beside Eden, Alex’s eyes flickered open, focusing in the darkness on the shape of his wife, watching with curiosity as she squirmed beneath the covers. He listened as her breathing grew shallow, quickening as she approached orgasm, obviously trying to do it without disturbing him, her face buried in the pillow that he’d watched Lizzy grind herself on through the door crack earlier this afternoon. The same pillow that he’d buried his face in as he’d jerked himself off with the red lace thong she’d left behind when she’d left, sometime between the time he’d left the house again and returned, not wanting her to know he’d been spying on her as she played got herself off.
oOo
She lay on her back, the door ajar so that anyone standing in the hall could see her clearly. She was naked, her skin faintly shiny with perspiration; it had been an unusually warm day and that, coupled with her activities since lunch, had left her overheated.
“Oh, god,” she moaned as the thick red dildo she’d borrowed from Eden slid in and out of her drenched cunt. Beneath her the covers were damp with sweat and cum. She knew she’d crossed a line this time, probably one that would get her banished from the house, but she couldn’t stop herself; once the idea had taken hold, it had been impossible to shake.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered, bringing her knees up to her chest, her legs spread wide as she clumsily guided the tip of Eden’s fake cock to her gently pulsing star shaped pucker. She’d never done something like this before, but she was so caught up in the moment after watching a porno where an older guy fucked a teen in the ass while her face was buried between the legs of his wife that she couldn’t think straight. The toy was so slick with her cum that it only took a little coaxing to push past her anal ring. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, one she thought she could take. She thought of the movie she’d watched earlier featuring a girl pushing her tongue inside the ass of another girl. God, if only Mrs. Livingston would do that to her. That very thought pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed as she balanced precariously on the brink of ecstasy before taking the plunge and thrashing uncontrollably, unaware that she’d called out Eden’s name over and over as she exploded with uncontainable passion.
oOo
This time, Eden hadn’t fled the scene. She’d been transfixed watching Lizzy fuck herself with her favorite toy, leaking all over the side of the bed that she usually slept on. A part of her fixated on laying naked in the girl’s fragrant discharge, rubbing her pussy against it, their juices mixing together. Or, better yet, sucking the dildo clean, tasting her pussy all over it and…
“Oh, god,” she murmured under her breath, imagining the taste of her ass all over the rubber cock. It would be so easy to simply push the door further ajar, step into the room and…
And what? She considered the possibilities. Lizzy was bright enough to know that she’d eventually figure out what was going on, if she hadn’t already. Yes, hormones took control at that age, but still…
“God, I want you so much,” she whispered, too quietly for the teen to hear or even to be heard over the rhythmic pounding of her own heart.
oOo
Lizzy’s head rolled slowly to one side, her unfocused gaze settling on the gap in the door, meeting Eden’s lust filled stare. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a silent gasp of surprise, caught red handed, and stark naked, on her former teacher’s bed after fucking herself in the ass with her stolen sex toy. This is, she reminded herself, was what she wanted. What she’d been hoping for and now that it was here, she could only lie there and stare, drowning in the humiliation of the moment.
Speechless, she watched the door swung open, revealing the older woman, her blouse untucked, her jeans unbuttoned showing off a pair of pastel pink panties, her hand inside the waist band as she stroked her concealed pussy furiously.
Finding her voice wasn’t easy, but Lizzy managed, her smile uncertain as she rolled over on her side, facing the door.
“I want you so bad, Mrs. Livingston.”
oOo
Alex made his way carefully up the stairs, pausing at the arousing sound of feminine moans. God, she was at it again. He felt like a pervert, prepared to spy on the teen during a very private moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Noticing that the door was wide open, he peeked cautiously into the room, frozen with disbelief at the sight that greeted him; his wife laying on her back, her fingers tangled in Lizzy’s hair, her hips raised to meet the girl’s mouth as the teen lapped at her pussy with youthful enthusiasm. Worse yet, it was impossible to miss the way she knelt, her legs spread to either side of his wife’s thighs, her ass pointing almost directly at him, her glistening pussy lips pouting at him, taunting him, beckoning him, her cunt needing to be filled…
“This is wrong,” he told himself, even as he unzipped his pants and slipped unnoticed into the room, moving in behind the house sitter, his hands grasping her hips as he slide his cock into her dripping wet cunt, his heart in his throat as she reacted, not with a protest, but by pushing her hips back against his, driving him deep inside her, crying out with lust as he impaled her. She came hard with his balls slapping up against the back of her thighs, his wife joining her, bucking and thrashing. He was only moments behind, filling Lizzy’s tight young cunt with his cum, pushing her forward as creamy white jism slowly leaked out around his still twitching cock to join the mess she and his wife had already made all over the covers.
“No, this is so wrong,” she murmured, picking up the remote, meaning to hit stop before it went too far. Thumb poised above the button, she struggled with her conscience, eventually unable to look away as Eden and Alex began undressing each other on the very same bed she was now laying on. Transfixed, she slowly undressed with them, touching herself breathlessly as she absently pushed the remote to one side. She was committed now.
“What if today is the day? How do I explain… this?” she thought out loud as she wiggled out of her panties, giggling nervously. She felt so naughty. “Maybe she’ll spank me…”
That thought fueling her, she began touching herself, starting with her tits as, on screen, a busty brunette in her mid-thirties settled in between her husband’s legs and took his meaty cock in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, this is so wrong,” Lizzy repeated, feeling the fluids in her pussy begin to trickle. She was going to leave evidence of her discretions yet again. The thought made her tremble with lust as she reached between her legs and let out a primal groan.
oOo
Eden stood in the hallway, listening to the muffled girlish sounds slipping through the door crack. Sighs, moans, whimpers, soft gasps, all very erotic sounding, and moving slowly towards a crescendo. She’d been standing there, an unseen presence, for close to a quarter of an hour while her house sitter worked herself to ecstasy with her fingers, or possibly a toy, on the bed she shared with her husband Alex. Not that she minded. She smiled at the mental picture that presented itself; blonde, blue-eyed, teenage Lizzy propped up on her pillow, her cute little khaki shorts down around one ankle as she furiously fingered herself to orgasm, her thin cotton tee pulled up over her small breasts. She enjoyed the idea enough that she had her own hand inside the waistband of her panties, the top button on her jeans undone, her fingers sliding up and down between the warm, wet folds of her pussy lips as she listened in; a voyeur in her own home.
“Oh, yes, mmm, oh,” the girl moaned, the last oh repeated, growing louder and sharper as she pushed herself right to the edge, crying out breathlessly as she climaxed. Eden could only bite her lip at the sound, her own shallow breaths coming quicker and quicker as she forced herself to slow down and stop what she was doing before she too was caught in an embarrassing situation. Lizzy, after all, didn’t need to know that she’s been discovered masturbating by her employer. Regretfully, Eden snuck out of the house just as quietly as she’d snuck in, got back in her car and drove around the corner, parking in the dark spaces between street lights so that she could finish what she’d started.
Shutting off the engine, she unzipped her jeans and wiggled them, and her thong, down her hips as far as she dared as she went to work on herself, her pussy drenched from her private little listening party. With the vision of eighteen year old Lizzy sprawled naked on the bed, her firm little titties jiggling as she plunged her fingers in and out of her tight little snatch, it took Eden less than ten minutes to make herself cum so hard she bruised her knees against the dashboard while calling out Lizzy’s name.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmured when she was done, slumping back in her seat, drained at the powerful orgasm.
She’d been drawn to Lizzy’s heady mixture of innocence and sexuality since she’d had her in her history class at Roosevelt high last year. Fairly bright, good natured, polite, and always smiling or laughing, cute little Lizzy had quickly become, unknowingly, a favorite forbidden fantasy. Eden lifted her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, imagining that it was Lizzy’s pussy she tasted on them instead of her own, resisting the urge to get herself off once more before heading back to school to finish grading papers.
The job of house sitter had been somewhat serendipitous. Eden had needed someone at the house to take the delivery of a new dryer a few months prior. A neighbor had suggested she knew someone trustworthy, her sister’s daughter, and that someone had turned out to be Lizzy. When Eden, and her husband Alex, had returned that evening, they’d discovered that the girl had, instead of simply sitting around watching TV all day, straightened up the house and did the dishes. Impressed, they’d offered her a part time job of house sitter, never really defining it.
“Just keep the place from getting out of hand,” Eden had told her. “And really, if you want to just hole up so you can get a little time away from your family, that’s cool, too. Make use of the pool, play video games, whatever.”
It had turned out there were unexpected benefits of having Lizzy spending time at the house, something she’d only discovered recently when she’d come home a little early one evening to find the girl a little flushed and anxious. After she’d left, Eden had discovered she’d left a porno in the DVD player in the bedroom and noticed a small wet spot on the quilt that smelled like pussy; Lizzy’s pussy. She’d spent the next hour playing with herself on the bed, head turned to the side so she could inhale the erotic scent, eyes closed as she imagined herself extending her tongue and lapping at the young girl’s soft, warm, teenage cunt. She came three times before straightening up the bed, putting away the disc and getting dinner started for when Alex came home. She never said a single word to Lizzy about the incident much to the girl’s obvious relief.
Still, she never forgot it either, leading her to this this afternoon’s unannounced visit, catching her in the act…
oOo
Lizzy giggled, watching Mrs. Livingston pull away from the house through the curtains in the upstairs master bedroom. She was fairly certain her former teacher had at least heard her performance this time. Why else would she have come home, tried to sneak in the house unseen, and then left as soon as she’d been done cumming on her bed? What she thought of it, of course, was the mystery. Had she been embarrassed? Disgusted? Turned on? Worrying at her lip, she figured that if she’d been outraged, she’d have confronted her rather than silently slipping off again. That she’d spent a good fifteen minutes or so in the house, presumably most of it within audible range of the bedroom (she knew this for a fact, having heard her stealthy footsteps on the stairs, waiting until she was sure that she was headed for the bedroom before resuming playing with herself).
Breathing hard at the thought of her rash act having been witnessed, she let the blinds sway closed once again, hidden from the outside world by two lengths of fabric. She was naked, her clothes strewn carelessly on the quilt covering the bed surrounding the indentation of her body. The room smelled faintly of sex. Once again, she let her imagination carry her on a journey, picturing Mrs. Livingston walking in on her, blushing at the mere thought of being caught finger fucking herself on her bed, wondering if her former teacher would lecture her or, and she moaned at the idea stroking her wonderfully aching clit as she did, would she join her?
She’d already orgasmed three separate times today imagining the woman pinning her to the bed, perhaps, and kissing her. Taking off all her clothes and straddling her face, commanding her to lick her pussy until she screamed with pleasure. Forcing her thighs open and pushing her face into her nasty little pussy, sucking on her clit until she was torn in two with pleasure and then spanking her for being a very naughty girl. That’s what she’d been ever since High School. She’d wanted Mrs. Livingston to make her do bad things. And now, with the possibility so temptingly near, she could hardly control herself any longer.
She came again, this time collapsing to the floor, her fingers covered in her own secretions until finally, she got herself under control. She carefully straightened out the bed like she always did, and cleaned up after herself. Then, before leaving, thinking she’d go down stairs and try to pretend that she hadn’t been misbehaving, she took Mrs. Livingston’s pillow, lay down on top of it, and rubbed her pussy all over it. Giggling breathlessly, she fled the scene of the crime before she could come to her senses and regret her foolishness.
oOo
That night, Eden lay in bed with the lights out, her husband snoring softly beside her, breathing raggedly as she stroked her clit, the unmistakable aroma of Lizzy’s sex filling her senses as she buried her face in the pillow sheet. When she eventually came, she sunk her teeth into the pillow to keep from calling out her name.
oOo
She’d been anticipating Eden all afternoon, getting all the house work that was expected of her done in a hurry so that she could take her time in the bedroom. She was pleased to discover that the pillow still smelled of cunt, wondering if the older woman had noticed, heart beating anxiously at the thought. She stripped down to her bra and panties, a sexy red lace set that she knew looked good in contrast with her tanned skin. This time she put in one of the commercial DVDs she’d found in the drawer, a movie involving an older couple seducing a teenaged girl. It was so easy to imagine the girl was her and the older couple was Eden and Alex.
She was working on the third orgasm of the afternoon when she heard the door shut downstairs, announcing Eden’s presence. Overcoming the panic she felt at the noise, she ignored the little voice inside her head that told her there was still time to get dressed and pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary. Raggedly breathing, she listened for footsteps on the hardwood stairs, knowing that any minute now Eden would be close enough to hear her moaning with lust as she plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Would she push the door open this time, she wondered, and embarrass her? Would she pin her to the bed and kiss her, forcing her tongue into her mouth, grinding her pussy against hers until they both couldn’t stand it any longer and came? Would she turn her over on her lap and turn her bottom red, something Lizzy had only read about, with the flat of her hand? That image was the one that had finally pushed her over the edge. She knew, without a doubt that Eden had to have heard her as she thrashed about on the bed, crying out softly, her ass lifting off the bed, shoulders pushing into the mattress as she came harder than she had the day before.
oOo
She had to work late the next night. By the time she got home, Lizzy had already left. Excitedly, she wondered if the fragrance of her pussy had been refreshed on her pillowcase. She was not disappointed. Now that she was aware of what the girl was doing in their bedroom, she’d become sensitive to the tangy scent of her cunt. Flushed, feeling somewhat depraved, she buried her head in the pillow once more, this time licking the teenager’s cum. It tasted fresh. She wondered how much she’d missed today’s performance by. Not by much, she suspected. Tomorrow, maybe she’d hurry home directly after her last class in hopes of…
“What? Of catching Lizzy in the act? And then what?”
Chuckling at herself, she rolled over, her head lying next to the wet spot on the case, and sighed.
“I want her so bad,” she admitted guiltily, if only to herself. God, what it would be like to bury her face in her former student’s pussy. When she’d been in college, she’d experimented with other girls, but since she’d met Alex, she’s never even thought about it. Lizzy had awakened that hunger the first day she’d walked into her classroom, though, and it had only grown stronger seeing her every day, especially now that she knew what the teen was doing while she was away at work.
“Bury my face in her cunt and give her the best goddamn orgasm ever.”
oOo
Lizzy lay in bed that night, the events of the day playing through her head, caressing herself, fingers sliding along her flanks, over her small tits, teasingly brushing her nipples, down over her softly rounded belly, delighting in the way her fingers felt over her smoothly shaved pussy, her breath catching as she teased her clit free from hiding and began to rub it slowly, fantasizing about what might happen the next day. She’d been disappointed that Eden had chosen to leave again and hadn’t returned by the time she’d left.
Impulsively, this time, she’d left her panties lying on the floor, near her side of the bed, hoping that maybe she’d get the hint that Lizzy wanted her to know about what she’d been doing there in the afternoon every day.
oOo
Beside Eden, Alex’s eyes flickered open, focusing in the darkness on the shape of his wife, watching with curiosity as she squirmed beneath the covers. He listened as her breathing grew shallow, quickening as she approached orgasm, obviously trying to do it without disturbing him, her face buried in the pillow that he’d watched Lizzy grind herself on through the door crack earlier this afternoon. The same pillow that he’d buried his face in as he’d jerked himself off with the red lace thong she’d left behind when she’d left, sometime between the time he’d left the house again and returned, not wanting her to know he’d been spying on her as she played got herself off.
oOo
She lay on her back, the door ajar so that anyone standing in the hall could see her clearly. She was naked, her skin faintly shiny with perspiration; it had been an unusually warm day and that, coupled with her activities since lunch, had left her overheated.
“Oh, god,” she moaned as the thick red dildo she’d borrowed from Eden slid in and out of her drenched cunt. Beneath her the covers were damp with sweat and cum. She knew she’d crossed a line this time, probably one that would get her banished from the house, but she couldn’t stop herself; once the idea had taken hold, it had been impossible to shake.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered, bringing her knees up to her chest, her legs spread wide as she clumsily guided the tip of Eden’s fake cock to her gently pulsing star shaped pucker. She’d never done something like this before, but she was so caught up in the moment after watching a porno where an older guy fucked a teen in the ass while her face was buried between the legs of his wife that she couldn’t think straight. The toy was so slick with her cum that it only took a little coaxing to push past her anal ring. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, one she thought she could take. She thought of the movie she’d watched earlier featuring a girl pushing her tongue inside the ass of another girl. God, if only Mrs. Livingston would do that to her. That very thought pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed as she balanced precariously on the brink of ecstasy before taking the plunge and thrashing uncontrollably, unaware that she’d called out Eden’s name over and over as she exploded with uncontainable passion.
oOo
This time, Eden hadn’t fled the scene. She’d been transfixed watching Lizzy fuck herself with her favorite toy, leaking all over the side of the bed that she usually slept on. A part of her fixated on laying naked in the girl’s fragrant discharge, rubbing her pussy against it, their juices mixing together. Or, better yet, sucking the dildo clean, tasting her pussy all over it and…
“Oh, god,” she murmured under her breath, imagining the taste of her ass all over the rubber cock. It would be so easy to simply push the door further ajar, step into the room and…
And what? She considered the possibilities. Lizzy was bright enough to know that she’d eventually figure out what was going on, if she hadn’t already. Yes, hormones took control at that age, but still…
“God, I want you so much,” she whispered, too quietly for the teen to hear or even to be heard over the rhythmic pounding of her own heart.
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Lizzy’s head rolled slowly to one side, her unfocused gaze settling on the gap in the door, meeting Eden’s lust filled stare. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a silent gasp of surprise, caught red handed, and stark naked, on her former teacher’s bed after fucking herself in the ass with her stolen sex toy. This is, she reminded herself, was what she wanted. What she’d been hoping for and now that it was here, she could only lie there and stare, drowning in the humiliation of the moment.
Speechless, she watched the door swung open, revealing the older woman, her blouse untucked, her jeans unbuttoned showing off a pair of pastel pink panties, her hand inside the waist band as she stroked her concealed pussy furiously.
Finding her voice wasn’t easy, but Lizzy managed, her smile uncertain as she rolled over on her side, facing the door.
“I want you so bad, Mrs. Livingston.”
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Alex made his way carefully up the stairs, pausing at the arousing sound of feminine moans. God, she was at it again. He felt like a pervert, prepared to spy on the teen during a very private moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Noticing that the door was wide open, he peeked cautiously into the room, frozen with disbelief at the sight that greeted him; his wife laying on her back, her fingers tangled in Lizzy’s hair, her hips raised to meet the girl’s mouth as the teen lapped at her pussy with youthful enthusiasm. Worse yet, it was impossible to miss the way she knelt, her legs spread to either side of his wife’s thighs, her ass pointing almost directly at him, her glistening pussy lips pouting at him, taunting him, beckoning him, her cunt needing to be filled…
“This is wrong,” he told himself, even as he unzipped his pants and slipped unnoticed into the room, moving in behind the house sitter, his hands grasping her hips as he slide his cock into her dripping wet cunt, his heart in his throat as she reacted, not with a protest, but by pushing her hips back against his, driving him deep inside her, crying out with lust as he impaled her. She came hard with his balls slapping up against the back of her thighs, his wife joining her, bucking and thrashing. He was only moments behind, filling Lizzy’s tight young cunt with his cum, pushing her forward as creamy white jism slowly leaked out around his still twitching cock to join the mess she and his wife had already made all over the covers.
Cayleigh
- 18.05.2020
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