1. My pre-uni days and dabbling with sex.


    Date: 6/19/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation Taboo Author: MarieL, Source: xHamster 

    ... in the cubicles with men wanting a schoolgirl hand-job. When they eventually found her dishevelled body, she was a d**ggie with an insatiable sex addiction, and her dongs had gratified the pussies of hundreds of her former school' girls, 'Long Live Ailsa', we all said at night, thankful of her sacrifice so we could hump her toys. Bob was our night janitor, another pensioner chosen by the board of governors, his main attribute being he was sexless and could not raise one, even if all the girls stood naked and begged. Well one night I found this to be a lie, as I stumbled in on Bob having his cock sucked in the toilet, and he was hard, but his sucker was a first former, barely into double digits age wise, his secret was he like them young, and as I stood and watched this girl struggle with his circumference in her stretched mouth, I began to masturbate as Bob watched and thrust into her tiny mouth, poor girl gagged and choked, but true to form said nothing, as we all did. It was Bob who introduced me to Mr Sweeney, that's why I had to tell you about his dalliance with first formers. 'I want to stock take today', he said as he turned from the front door after locking it, turning the sign, and pulling the blind down that covered the glass pane ...
    ... in the door. 'Shall I take my uniform off sir'? 'Not unless you want to get it dirty girl', he would reply, and I would slowly undress, folding each article of clothing neatly and putting them into neat bundle, with my panties folded outside in and the crotch uppermost, I loved it and thrilled watching him bury his nose into the soft cotton gusset and draw in deeply my scents from my secretions from deep within my vagina. 'I can smell you're in heat', he would say as I scurried up the ladder to the top shelve, in pretence of stock taking, out of his reach as he stood at the foot of the ladder looking up at my mid teenage crotch, swelling and wetting, as I put a foot our from the ladder and rested it onto a shelf, to afford him a beautiful and unobtrusive view. I could feel the vibrations course though the ladder as I held onto it. I knew he was stroking his cock, in anticipation of me to sliding down the ladder and landing onto it, with my thighs bent outwards, either side of the ladder, to accommodate for his lack of height, my body pressed hard into the ladder, as he humped me and pumped his weekly seminal allowance into my snatch, making allowance for my own orgasm, I sometimes think he used cement instead of Viagra.Any comments welcomed
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