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After I had placed her travel bags down on the floor of the hotel room she was staying in and then opened the curtains to let in some light, I then turned around to her and said, “would you like a big tip?”
She looked up and down my body, before replying back to me, ” aren’t I meant to say that?”
When I had to do work experience for my biology class paper, the farmer down the road was more than happy to show me how to plough deep into my furrow, once he seen how ready and keen I was, to work.
When I asked him, was it going to be boring for me to sit on his tractor and steer around his paddocks all day long, without much else to do.
He kindly showed me how to sit in the big seat, by getting me to sit right on the edge of the seat, so that the gearshift lever was just gently touching the curve of my pussey mound through my tiny thin pants.
Well after one complete lap of his paddock steering his tractor, he yelled out to see if I was bored already. “NO!!!!”, I managed to reply, as I felt my burning clit on fire from the vibrations coming through that gearshift lever, as it nudged into my pussey mound.
It turned out that the only way that he then managed to get me off the tractor, was when it finally ran out of fuel and when I asked him how I had gone, he said, “look behind you and see the quality of your work.”
I looked back and there every few hundred meters or so, there were big sweeping curved lines in the ploughed soil, where I had wrenched @ the steering wheel as yet another orgasm had exploded inside of me.
He then looked me over and said that I looked abit pale on it and needed some filling up, so he kindly topped me up with some of his best oil before driving me back home.
It wasn’t until I was then in the shower and slowly rubbing between my soapy legs with my eyes closed, that I realized just how sore my body felt from all of the physical hard work I had done on my work experience. I surely don’t take it for granted anymore, when I see a farmer now. while hard at work with a big huge pitchfork in his large rough working hands. As just like his hay, I was turned over very quickly and soon ready to eat.
I’ve got the book, all I need now is a big, big worm to help me remember the rest of the story as it unfolds.
Have you got the bookworm I’m looking for?
I bet you do.
When my step-father built the in ground bathing pool, he also bought a few pool accessories for it too.
When I told him that I was afraid of slipping off the edge of the pool when it was wet, when my feet were wet and slippery, he bought this long rubber thing which has a suction cup base to it.
When I asked how it worked, he simply placed it down on the wet tiled floor beside the pool and told me to slowly ease myself down on top of it.
I did as he told me to and straight away I could see that I wasn’t going to have anymore problems. I was stuck firmly to the edge of the pool and no matter how much I moved my slippery wet feet, my ass never once looked like slipping off the edge.
It’s amazing how much more relaxing my bath times are now, knowing that I’ll never fear of slipping ever again.
You know, my step-father is a really great problem solver.
Why he managed to fix the squeaky hinges to my bedroom door, was able to make a set of drawers with a hidden compartment, so that I could hide my big thick black dildo he had gotten for me, from my mother and he set up a great security system when I complained about hearing strange things in the night.
Now he can keep an eye on me in my bedroom when I’m alone, from the privacy of his study, with all of the high definition camera’s he had installed.
I feel alot safer now when ramming my big black dildo into my soaking pussey, that I won’t be disturbed by intruders, knowing that he is keeping a close eye on me at all times.
When we showed our coach the new rhythmic pool routine that me and Suzi had come up with, he paused for a long moment, before finally saying that that was almost, the most perfect in time rhythmic routine that he had ever seen, but he could still see room for some improvement.
We then had to do it another three times after that, all the while he closely watched our hands to see if we would soon get out of rhythm again.
By the end, I would say we would have scored a ten out of ten, if the expression on his face was anything to go by.
I don’t need an alarm clock now, to get up in the mornings.
Now every day, my step-father comes into my bedroom, as he is the first to get up in the mornings and I’m soon awake when he pulls back my bed cover and gently probes me with his fingers, till my eyes slowly open.
I bet you can imagine what happened to my taunt nipples when my step-father asked me to go fetch some more ice for the grocery shop chiller unit.
I spent the next twenty minutes slowly rubbing some heat back into them both, as they were both so stiff and hard to the touch, not to mention my black frost coated pussey hairs.
By the time I got back, all of the ice that I had got, had melted, so I ended up having to go back for a second time. This time my step-father came with me to see what was taking me so long.
When my step-mother asked how the cruise control worked on my car that she was borrowing for the day. I motioned for her to hop into the drivers seat.
Once seated, it wasn’t hard to see that her short skirt had ridden up her creamy thighs, which were encased in black sheer nylon stockings.
As she looked @ the buttons on the steering wheel, I reached out and said to her, ” now once you are @ open road speed and your speed is constant, all you need to do, is to press this button which says cruise. As soon as you see the light highlighted up on the dashboard, that the button has engaged, then you lift your foot off from the gas pedal and the car will remain @ that speed until you then apply the brakes. Ooooo and I almost forgot…………, there is something else you have to do.”
Her eyes turned towards me in waiting for my instructions and I thought it now or never.
I reached down and took hold of her index finger of her left hand and again repeated the instructions to her.
"Now remember……, all you have to do is press this cruise button. Wait for the light on the dashboard to light up, then lift your foot off from the gas pedal and what I forgot to tell you moments before is?", I said.
I had held her index finger and guided it to the cruise button, pushing it in. I then watched her look up @ the dashboard for the light to come on and then seen her slip her foot off of the gas pedal, as if the car were moving along the highway.
"So what’s the last thing that I need to remember Tobi………, you still haven’t told me?", she said to me.
I held my breath and pulled her index finger away from the steering wheel controls, as I looked her straight in the eyes as I said, ” what I forgot to say was, that once you have removed your foot from the gas pedal, then you need to put your finger her, once the car’s speed is stable.”
I took her finger and pushed it downwards and to my surprise, she offered no resistance to my guiding hand. I watched her eyes now look down @ her held finger, as it dropped down in front of her until it touched the lacy pattern @ the top of her pull up thigh stockings.
I heard the faintest gasp let slip from her lips, as I then guided her index finger in under the hem of the short skirt that she was wearing. Her eyes widened as both of our hands now slip from sight.
"Now all you have to do, is to take your finger and start to move it up and down slowly like this and keep doing it until you need to apply the brakes for what ever reason.", I said, as I whispered into her ear.
I guided the pace @ which her finger made contact, but I then got a shock myself. As I pressed her index finger in towards her inner thighs, I suddenly became aware that I was now touching and brushing against warm bare skin. My step-mother wasn’t wearing any panties on underneath her short skirt that she was wearing.
I watched her lips of her mouth part slightly open as I found the top of her pussey slit and it only took less than a dozen times of sliding her index finger up and down that hairless, soft grooved skin, to feel the dampness transfer from her index finger to my grasped fingers around it.
Her chest started to heave up and down in unison with her hidden finger and within I’d say, about five minutes. I felt both of her thighs then grip around our hidden hands as she started to tremble from the orgasm that was beginning to invade her entire body.
By now she was panting for breath and I pulled her index finger away, to replace it with my own and felt the sticky wet cum which was freely flowing from out between her bare pussey lips.
Instantly another tremendous shudder of her body signaled that I had pressed right into her now hard swelled clit and as quick as a flash, I then slide my finger down and pushed quickly into her sticky wet pusseyhole. She let out a half muffled gasp as my finger quickly wriggled in deep into her hidden inner depths and I could feel the rapid pulses of her pussey muscles as they milked all around my probing finger.
She now lifted her ass slightly off of the car seat, in what seemed like an effort to pull my finger in even further into her body, but then she let out this almighty scream as her orgasm broke across her body and made her start to shake her head as millions of electrical jolts rushed and coursed through her.
When her body started to calm down abit, I noticed her foot slip back onto the gas pedal for some kind of support and that’s when I said to her, ” now there you go……………, that’s exactly it. All you have to remember is to press cruise, watch the light show up on the dashboard, then slip your foot off of the gas pedal and you should get plenty of time to cruise along the road. Shouldn’t you.”
I watched her dazed eyes acknowledge me in my cheek, as I brought my sticky wet finger up to my mouth and took the delight of showing her just how wet she had become in such a short amount of time.
It wasn’t long after that initial trip of borrowing my car, that she soon sold and traded in her own run about car, with one which had cruise control on it also like mine and I was lucky enough to be sitting in the passengers seat, as she tried it out for the first time on the motorway, but that’s a whole story in itself again, but I can tell you once the car was in cruise mode, that she damn near ran through two sets of traffic lights because she didn’t want to stop or apply the brakes.
Miss Was Eager To Know If I Can Make The Grade:
I was brought back to Miss’s apartment for my oral exam part of my test. She said that I would be graded on how well I did, after having been taught by her after class, the fundamentals of what I needed to know, in order to confidentially pass my exam.
She said the grading would go like this, a C grade would be given if I could make her cum by only licking and sucking @ her pussey. A grade of B would be given if I could make her cum by licking and sucking her breasts and a grade of A would be the same, if I could make her cum by only licking and sucking out her tight asshole.
As she motioned for me to start I was a little nervous, but I could remember back to all of the times in the classroom when Miss had gently used her wet tongue and had used it to great effect, to make me cum numerous times while licking and sucking on either my tight asshole, or my pert A cup strawberry nipples or between my hairy black covered pussey lips.
Miss had been so attentive and had made sure that I felt everything that she was doing, that it wasn’t lost on me and that I would remember what she had shown me for this moment right here and now.
I wondered to myself as to what grade that I should go for, did I play safe and only get a C grade by licking and sucking out her pusseyhole lips and hole, or did I want to try and get a better, higher grade.
Though I had felt Miss’s wet tongue as it had wriggled and squirmed in, over and around my asshole. I had never myself had had the opportunity to do this myself and I wondered if I had it in me to go to this extreme. As she lay there on the couch in front of me, I looked up and down her slender bare body. Her creamy soft skin was delicate and looked inviting to be touched. I looked @ the curved line of her pussey mound and @ the tiny wisps of jet black hair which had been shaved into the shape of a heart just above her pussey slit. Her inner pussey lips glistened as they were framed like a Masters oil painting by plump outer lips and all of which were completely smooth and devoid of any hair. I then looked up @ her large sized C cup breasts. They were two large orbs of soft creamy flesh, her nipples were thick stubs of budded dark brown flesh which crested atop of full rounded mountains, with each one, one could almost imagine a climbing challenge to reach the top of them. I then looked back down between her spread thighs and to the darkened cavity just below her pussey lips, of the opening to her asshole. Her small firm ass cheeks cupped together enough as she lay there, to partly cover her dark brown, crinkled skinned entrance, but I knew that wouldn’t be for long.
I finally decided that I would try to get either a B or an A grade, as I felt that I had learnt enough from her, to secure a pass in either, so I lent forward as I felt her eyes burning into mine, as I lowered my head and mouth to those two large breasts before me.
I lowered my mouth down and breathed out my hot breath over her left nipple and the air flow seemingly had an immediate effect. The tiny, golden micro hairs which sparsely covered and surround her nipple sprang up in attention, while her thick brown stubbed nipple started to change in its form. I could just see out of the corner of my eyes, Miss now sliding her hands down her sides, as she started to caress her soft body around her hips and upper thighs in response. I then poked my wet tongue out and proceeded to dart it ever so gently around the circumference of the brown circle of flesh which formed the base of each of her thick stubbed nipples. I felt the surface of her warm soft skin change, as my tongue made darting, flicking contact in quick repeated strikes.
Soon her thick brown stubbed nipple started to increase in height and the closer that I got the tip of my dart tongue to the very base of her nipple, the more it grew upwards in height. Within less than a minute, her nipple had gone from a flat looking thick stub, to a thick stub, but with extra length to it. That thick brown nipple now stood out above her breast like a spire on a church and was just as rigid as well. I spiraled the tip of my wet tongue up and around it as if I were using my tongue to climb up it, to its peak @ the top. The stub of flesh was now hard and taunt against my wet tongue and I applied a small amount of pressure against it as I slipped the tip of my wet tongue up to the top of it.
I heard a low just audible moan let slip from Miss’s mouth, as my tongue finally crested the top of her hardened nipple and then began to make ever so small swirled circles over the top of it. I then locked my eyes with Miss’s eyes, as I then lowered my open mouth over that hardened spire and slowly enveloped my hot wet lips around it.
I watched as Miss’s eyes suddenly widened, but with a pleasurable lust to her face, as my teeth then gently grasped @ the hardened stub of flesh between them, gently biting down @ the base of it, while my now hidden tongue continued to swirl around its sides. I felt Miss’s hips shift on the couch, slightly lifting up as her body tensioned from the electrical jolt now coursing through her, from the tingling sensation that her hard erect nipple was now conveying to her mind and then flowing through her entire body. I then let go with my teeth and created a vacuum with my now pursed wet lips and started to suck upon the very top of her hard brown nipple. I drew my head back slightly with each gentle suck of that hardened nipple and could see, as her nipple rose up and down, which in turn caused her large breast to heave up with it and then fall back down again. Miss’s moans were now much more clear to hear and I now felt her right hand clasp to the back of my head as I continued to gently still suck upon her nipple to her obvious delight. I felt her fingers now slowly weaving their way through the long straight strands of my hair, as her fingertips started to caress and massage the sensitive skin of my head @ the back of it.
I finally, after what seemed like more than ten minutes of repeating this sweet torture to of her left nipple, I then turned my attention to her other nipple, doing the same in turn. Her other nipple without having being touched, it had already responded to my efforts of her left nipple and it now already stood tall and taunt in another spiked spire atop of her creamy large breast. As I now repeated my efforts on her other taunt nipple, she now had both of her hands clasp around the back of my head in a cupped encouraging support of my actions with my tongue and wet lips of my mouth. I could now clearly smell the heady aroma of Miss’s pussey cum, as it was now freely flowing and seeped out from between her bare smooth pussey lips in response to the pleasurable tingling sensations of her hardened nipples. I could hear Miss’s breath hard, raggered and strained for breath, as her entire body now shifted and moved underneath me on the couch. I then grasp my hand around her large right breast and squeezed down with my fingers, which caused her hardened nipple to almost pop up out even more taunt. I lashed across it now, hard and forceful with the tip of my tongue, back and forth in quick repeated strokes four to fives times and then gave one super quick high vacuumed suck of it in turn. I repeated this over and over as I heard Miss’s moans now just shy of lustful screams, her panting short breath signaling the level of her own building pleasure, her mind seemingly climbing some hidden mountain within her head and going by her contorting body underneath me, she wasn’t far from nearing the top of her own lustful climbed journey.
Lastly, I grabbed hold of her other large breast and squeezed it too, like I had with the first and I now in turn repeated what I had been doing to both of her nipples in quick succession.
It was a defined moment, as I heard Miss draw in deep her breath and for a spilt instance hold it in complete silence, to then letting it rush back out with the screamed passion of her breaking orgasm. Her loud screaming signaling that my efforts had helped in her own minds quest to reach her own internal mountain top and now I felt her body start to tremble and shake.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, yesssssssssssss Suzzzziiiiiiiiii, that’sssss itttt", I heard Miss call out to me, as each word was slowly drawn out, as she still tried to control her breathing. Her fingernails were now digging into the back of my head to the point of almost being painful, but it only told me just how powerful her exploding orgasm had been for her.
By now I was feeling so horny myself and I so desperately wanted to feel and touch my own pussey, my own harden nipples, but I knew my oral exam with Miss wasn’t over yet.
As Miss lay there slowly recovering from the crested top of her orgasm, she looked me in the eye with such a lustful glare. I knew then @ that moment, that Miss was far from being finished.
She softly spoke once she had regained control of her breath enough and said to me, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Suzi, that was devilish and so sweet, so for that I’m going to give you a B+ for your efforts, but I wonder. Are you sure that’s the grade that you want to be left with on your exam report, or do you want to push yourself and see if you can attain a grading of an A.”
As she said this, I watched as Miss drew back her spread legs either side of my body between them. She drew her soft creamy legs back up to her chest, so that now her small firm, taunt ass cheeks now faced back towards me. There framed in between them, was her bare pussey lips, glistening streams of sticky clear cum had coated most of her pussey lips and a falling trail of cum now fell down from her open and exposed pussey slit. I could see the opening of her pusseyhole, with the soft lite pink flesh of her pusseyhole dripping entirely with copious amounts of sticky cum also. I could still see Miss’s state or arousal, as I watched her inner soft pussey muscles flex and contort. Trying in vain to grasp something around them, to pull something into them and allow them to milk what ever entered there.
I then looked down @ her dark brown asshole, it was cupped in between her two taunt ass cheeks as they were held back by Miss’s legs being drawn up back towards her. Her asshole also glistened with the trail of pussey cum which had flowed out and streamed down into it. Her still flowing cum now dripped off her asshole onto the couch beneath her and I lay there on my knee’s as I wonder as to what Miss had just said to me. Was I prepared to break my own limits of thought, was I going to attempt what I had never done before in my life, was I going to push myself to see if I could make the best ever grade Miss could possibly give me.
I returned Miss’s searching stare for a moment, before then lowering my head again. I locked my eyes with Miss again, as the tip of my tongue sensed the first drip of clear sticky cum which was still slowly oozing out from her open pusseyhole. I lapped it up into my mouth and tasted its sweetness. I knew then, that I wanted more, I knew then, that I was going to go all out and get an A.
Miss still searched into my eyes, as I slowly tracked the tip of my wet and now sticky pussey cum covered tongue and let it caress against the small area of skin between her exposed sticky pussey lips, to her asshole just below.
As the tip of my tongue just started to dart @ the very edge of Miss’s asshole and I could feel her sticky oozed pussey cum coating the dark brown, crinkled skin of, I knew right @ this point, that the worst I could do now, would be an A-, but as I watched Miss slowly close her eyes, as she felt the track of my sticky wet tongue. I knew that Miss had taught me well enough and that I was going to make sure it was going to be an A+.
It Was Sheer Relief, That There Wasn’t A Major Disaster :
When I heard of the accident, I immediately went to check to see what had happened to the train and the passengers that were on it, to see if they were all ok.
When I got there, the train driver was in a daze and thankfully, looking around, none of the passengers seemed to be hurt, most, just in abit of shock.
When I was finally able to get some sense out of the driver, I found out that the train had failed to take the bend in the tracks and it had derailed itself.
I then asked why this had happened and with a reddened face and his head bowing down, he told me that he had been distracted by something up ahead on the tracks, that he had tooted the whistle a number of times and it was then @ that moment, that the train derailed as it rounded the sharp bend in the tracks. He said that he had seen a woman up ahead who looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties, she was squatting down on the tracks and was facing towards him. He said that she had straight long brown hair, was wearing some kind of checkered top and a denim skirt. He said that if he had to, he could easily find her, as she was wearing some very distinctive shoes, which were white and had shiny metal diamond like studs all over the leather straps.
I left him and started to walk up the train tracks to where he had pointed out this mystery person. About thirty or so paces along, I found a crumpled up piece of white personal handy towel tissue, like a woman would keep in her purse or pocket of her cloths. It had been cast to the ground about a foot away from the tracks and when I searched the area. I found that the train tracks were all wet with some kind of liquid.
I then picked up the crumpled wet looking tissue and slowly brought it up to my nose and once I did, my keen senses immediately pieced together what series of events had happened, that led the train to derail.
As I sniffed the crumpled handy towel tissue, I imagined in my mind just what the train driver had seen as he came up to the bend in the tracks.
I imagined him sitting there @ the controls of the park’s mini scale model train, as it rumbled along the tracks in through the dense woodland area. He would have @ some point looked up ahead and had seen the woman he had described to me. She would have been there, squatting right over the thin metal train tracks, when she would have heard the rumble of the train coming towards her. I imagined the sudden rush of feelings that would have then gone through her mind, as she strained her eyes to try and see what it was that was coming rapidly towards her.
I imagined the sight, as she quickly looked back down between her spread open thighs and of the sudden frantic look on her face. She would have been squatting there after having casually looked around, to see if anyone else was about and having not seen anyone, she had then proceeded to squat down over the thin metal tracks. Once she had then lowered herself, she had reached down, as she splayed open her bare thighs, her fingertips then touching the swelled curve of her panties crotch and feeling the seeping dampness that was slowly spreading through the thin material that covered her pussey mound. She would have, I imagine, must have been feeling quite apprehensive @ that moment, with a fear of possibly being caught and a fear that she had no other option that would allow her to go any further from where she was.
I imagined her fingers then tucking sideways, in under the elasticated edge of her panties as she squatted there and then would have proceeded to pull @ the material of her panties, until her jet black, hair covered pussey mound would been exposed to the soft light that was filtering down through the tree’s above her. I imagined her fingertips then being slid along the length of her black hair covered pussey slit in some sort of momentary self denial, that she wasn’t in such a rush to relieve herself, but only to find the warming liquid already seeping out onto her manicured fingertips. Each fingertip now clearly dripped with a wetness that she was so familiar with, as this wasn’t the first time that she had found herself in this kind of situation before. Tiny droplets of golden coloured pee could clearly be seen dripping off of her fingers and splashing down onto the thin metal train tracks below her, with some of the droplets falling and wetting the metal track, which immediately had the effect of changing the lite colour of the dull, rusty metal track to one of a darker glistening iron luster.
I then imagined the sight of her face relaxing, as she released the strained pelvic muscles which had been strained to the point of bursting. The wet looking crotch of her panties which had been pulled to one side of her black hair covered, plump lipped pussey, a visual reminder of how close she had been to a complete, possibly embarrassing disaster. She would have looked between her spread open thighs, with her panties pulled to one side, as she eagerly awaited the moment to come. The moment when she would finally be free of the built up pressure within her body.
She would have looked down to see the initial stream of golden liquid, as it escaped out from between her pussey lips, to then form a solid flow in a cast arc downwards, out in front of her open thighs. She would have seen some of the strands of her jet black pussey hair start to form in small grouped tasseled strands, as her escaping pee had to pass through them. She would have felt some of her pee slipping down, sliding down into the wedged skin of her ass cheeks. The warmed trickle then dripping off from the dark brown, crinkled skinned cavity of her now exposed asshole. It too then finding dry ground beneath her squatting heeled feet. She had made sure beforehand, that she had lifted her dark blue denim skirt up above her ass cheeks, just in case there was any chance of some of her pee accidentally splashing or dripping onto it. She didn’t want to then have to walk around later on with a curious wet patch @ the hem line of her skirt, which someone might clearly guess was from, seeing as it was a very hot, dry day.
She would have watched the pool of liquid quickly forming between her heeled feet and some of the golden stream casting an arced, sun drenched, glistening flow across the thin metal train tracks just in front of her. She would have been then in mid flow of her relief, when she would have then first heard of the impending alarm coming towards her. Instant fear would have consumed her, as she then quickly somehow managed to reach for the personal handy towel tissue she had with her. In a split second, she was trying in a vain attempt, to stop the glistening flow of pee that was flowing out in front from between her open bare thighs. She reached down with her tissue grasped in her hand, as she fort to stem the flow that was still freely flowing out from between her hair covered pussey lips. She would have then heard the loud blaring sound of the trains whistle repeatedly tooting out, as the train rumbled along the thin metal tracks and of which, she could feel the increasing vibration through her heeled feet which were placed on the thin metal tracks.
She would have then applied a considerable amount of pressure to the held tissue, as she passed it up from her wedged ass cheeks, up over and along the length of her wet, pussey hair covered pussey slit. Golden coloured pee then still managing to escape in intermittent bursts, as she fort to control her inner muscles.
She would have just managed to stop the flow of pee and dry herself off between her open bare thighs, as the train neared the sharp bend in the tracks between her and the train quickly approaching it.
It would have been then, that the train driver first caught sight of her, squatting there over the tracks as she faced towards him. His confident, smiling face from the people’s cheers heard, as they sat riding the mini train under his control, his face then suddenly changing to a straining alertness of something up ahead of him on the tracks.
His eyes would have widened, as he quickly focused his gaze @ the woman squatting there up ahead on the train tracks, as his hand instinctively reached for the handle of the steam powered whistle.
He would have seen the strange woman squatting there, as she faced towards him and of the glistening flow that was splashing out from between her bare, spread open thighs. He would have seen her quick hand movement of something white held in her hand, as she frantically moved it up the dark patch of hair that covered her exposed pussey lips.
He would have then forgotten, to do his job as a train driver, to put the emergency brakes on, or slow down for the sharp corner, as seeing this woman squatting there on the train tracks, it wouldn’t be something which one would get to see on any day of the week normally.
The train driver would have been obviously, clearly distracted by this sight. Of some strange woman squatting there on the tracks ahead of him, while she relieved herself of golden coloured pee onto the thin metal train tracks, of seeing her jet black pussey hair glistening with pee in the hot afternoon sun and which covered just barely visible plump fleshy pussey lips.
He then would have heard the unmistakable noise. The noise of the trains engine’s wheels, as they fort to stay in contact with the thin metal tracks. He instantly then would have been brought back to his senses, but too late in doing so.
In an instant, the fast moving train would have derailed off from the tracks as it failed to take the sharp bend. The force of which caused the driver to lurch forward in his seat, his head then banging against the metal cover, the covering in which the steam engine was housed under it.
The drivers last coherent thoughts before becoming dazed, would have been of seeing something small and white being cast out of the woman’s hand, it then landing onto the ground beside her, as she quickly raised herself up off from the thin metal tracks. He would have seen her fingers pull @ the material of her panties, her panties being pulled over her exposed, jet black pussey hair covered pussey mound, just as her dark denim skirt began to fall back down over her bare ass cheeks and upper, parted bare thighs.
I walked back along the tracks, past where the driver had last seen the strange woman ahead of him. It was took about five minutes of walking until I caught sight of a lone woman who seemed to be walking in an almost running pace up ahead of me, quickly walking beside the thin metal tracks, back to where the mini train station platform was.
I watched her ass cheeks quickly and repeatedly swaying from side to side under that dark denim skirt her wore, the swaying as a result of her quickened pace. I held the still damp, small white tissue in my hand and brought it up to my nose one last time. The unmistakable aroma of her pee’s scent imbedded into the damp tissue.
It was then, that I called out to her. “Stop!!!!!!…………, stop right there.”, I said to her in a loud enough voice, that she turned her head back towards me. She slowly then stopped ahead of me and I watched her face quickly redden as I approached closer to her. Her head lowered as I finally caught up to where she had stopped by the tracks.
I cast my eyes up and down her body while she dared not let her eyes catch sight of mine. Once I stopped, I said in an authoritative voice, ” I believe this is yours, I think you dropped it back there by mistake on the tracks.”
I held out my open palmed hand, as I watched her eyes slowly lift up enough, that I knew that she was able to see what it was, that I was holding. I knew that right @ that very moment, that she was able to see the small crumpled piece of paper tissue in my open hand and of the golden coloured, damp stain which had saturated the individual layers of it.
Her face now went beetroot red, as she knew that I knew what had just happened minutes before, further back on the train tracks.
Slowly, she held out her hand, as I placed the damp, golden pee covered tissue from mine to her hand, I said in my last comment to her, ” lucky that it was only a tissue that you dropped, had it been anything else more solid and mistakenly dropped, there might have been the chance of a major derailment happening and we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we? That’s why there is a sign @ the platform for all visitors to remain @ the station and not wander off into the woods.”
She kept her head held low and didn’t say a word in reply. She simply closed her fingers gently around the damp tissue, she turned and continued to then walk back towards the train platform where more people had gathered to wait for the next train ride which now wasn’t going to happen.
"Tobi!!!!!!………., you are keeping a look out aren’t you? I’m really desperate to go.", I heard my step-mother call out to me, after we had gotten back to the car from taking a break in our journey on the road.
I had been getting bullied by some of the other guys @ school, but somehow Miss had found out about it and she wanted to show me what happens to those who have a good heart and how they will always be rewarded for not fighting back.
Soon I was feeling as hard as those bullies, only it wasn’t my fists that were hardening up. If only those bullies could see me now, they too would be hardening up, but not with their fists.
The paperboy really knew how to deliver on a promise.
I hadn’t believed him @ first.
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
I had just opened the door to my step-sisters bedroom, having not bothered to knock like I always did and as I pushed open the door, there stood my step-sister as she stood standing in front of her dresser mirror.
She was doing that girlie preening that girls do, as they shift some unseen strand of hair which they think is out of place, but that most males seem to never see and her concentration was so seemingly immense, that she hadn’t noticed the robe that she was wearing, had opened up.
I felt my cock hardening in an instant, as my eyes zero’d in on the most glorious sight. Right there, not suspended by any bra, slip or any other girlie undergarment, was the sight of her creamy soft, pert tit.
She continued to stare into the mirror as I called upon her and not even turning to see me, she asked me what it was that I was after.
I knew @ that moment, that what I was going to ask her had flown out the window, all I wanted to do now was stare @ that bare creamy soft tit for as long as I could.
I then offered as much small talk as I could, in the hope that she would stay right there, to stay frozen in that one spot, so that her robe didn’t close up.
I was finally caught out though, when she did finally turn to me, to blast me out for talking absolute nonsense to her, which I was of course.
It was then that she tracked my angle of my eyes, which weren’t @ the moment looking @ her directly in the face and she then looked down @ herself, to see what I was seeing, that her robe was open enough, that her creamy soft, pert tit was in full view of my roaming eyes.
I thought I was going to cop an ear full from her, but instead of she simply pulling close @ the waist band draw cords of her robe, she did the opposite, opening up the gap of her robe more, she then had a cheeky kind of smile on her face, then she went back to looking @ herself in the wall mirror of her dresser. As she then lent forward back to her preening, I could now see both of her pert tits hanging there freely. I could see all of her right tit and almost two thirds of her left tit, as it poked out past the edge of the waist length robe.
"Next time you come into my bedroom Tobi unannounced, please make sure you knock first, won’t you."
She then looked back @ me, but she wasn’t looking @ me directly, she was staring @ the hardened lump in the crotch of my jeans.
"If you don’t knock Tobi, then maybe next time I’ll return the favor and come into your bedroom when you least expect it unannounced."
She said this with that same sly cheeky smile to her face, as she then finally pulled her robe closed and those soft creamy tits from view.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering, as I jerked myself off in my bedroom, if @ any point, my bedroom door was going to suddenly open and there would be standing, my step-sister as she had threatened to do, would be standing there as she watched my hard cock being squeezed to dead as I remembered the sight of those glorious pert tits.
If only she had walked into my bedroom, as some of my sticky white cum which had jetted up with such force, that it was now dripping off the ceiling of my bedroom.
I’m sure she would have been looking for some small talk as well then too.
When it’s my turn to cook @ night, I always make sure, after having washed all of the vegetables, that they are all fresh enough to put into whatever I’m going to cook.
Things like carrots, cucumbers, celery, they all have to be nice and firm, or I won’t use them to cook with. So I have a quality test I use, to see if they are going to make the grade.
I hope these long curved cucumbers are ok, The vegie man @ the market said that they should be ok if they are used by today. I hope he is right, as there is nothing worse than a limp looking cucumber is there.
Unexpected Thoughts Stream Into My Mind:
She had said that she was desperate and couldn’t hold on any longer, as we hadn’t been able to find a toilet nearby.
I said to her, ” look there, there’s a back alley down there. If you need to go that badly, then that looks like your only option.”
She had a definite look of desperation on her face, as she quickly looked up and down the street to see if anyone was coming our way, but as she did, I could already see her heeled feet starting to turn towards the long narrow alley to our left.
I turned to follow her and watched her clear to be seen bare legs, quick in their strides, but strained in the way she walked. She was obviously straining to hold back the flow of pee which now wanted to escape from out between her pussey lips hidden under that white dress she was wearing and I have to admit, I was expecting to see a falling stream of golden liquid dropping down between her inner thighs of her moving legs @ any moment.
It took about twenty steps to reach the back of the alley way and to our surprise there were steps leading down to the back of a building. A sign on the backdoor of the building saying, “only authorized people may enter”. There was a small camera mounted just above the door, with what looked like a communications unit with a button to press just to the side of the door handle.
I stopped as soon as she did, just a foot step behind her and to the side of her, as she stopped right @ the top step of the tiled stairs.
"Can you keep a look out for me?", she said in a as calm as possible voice, yet that seemed as strained as her walking had.
Even before she had finished her request of my attentive eyes, she was already reaching up under the hem of her white dress with both of her hands. Searching for the elasticated band of her panties held taunt around her hips. In one quick, rapid movement, I watched as she started to squat down, the sight of her panties starting to emerge from below her white dress, then sliding down her upper creamy bare thighs to stop just above her knee’s.
Her panties, from what I could now see of them, they seemed to be a bikini style. I could see the stitched in lace to the front of them and to my surprise, the way that she had slid them down her legs, the material had started to turn in on its self, so that I could just see the crotch of them dangling in between her inner thighs.
A clearly visible thin strip of dampness could be seen, which ran a straight course down the middle of the pantie’s thicker gusset of the crotch and I knew then that she must have just been right @ the point of losing the battle to hold back the torrent of pee, any further walking would have been in vain and I would have witnessed the reflective tracking and tracing stream of pee suddenly slip down her inner thighs.
As she squatted down fully, to rest the back of her upper thighs against the ankles of her heeled feet, she then reached and held her knee’s for support to help balance herself, as she then spread her legs apart till her panties then became taunt in there suspension between her creamy thighs.
Suddenly there was a sound that was so familiar, of a flowing, rapid stream falling and hitting against something hard. In this case it was her pee which was now like a raging flooded river, which was ready to bursting its banks. The golden waterfall then hitting the concrete below her spread apart heeled feet as she now held her head forward enough, that her jet black hair now obscured her face.
Even though I couldn’t now see her face, I was able to logically guess it was an expression of pure release from the tortured agony she was in moments earlier, as she had desperately had tried to hold close the hidden pelvic muscles to her peehole, as she clamped down with all of her might to stop the tiny opening from bursting open. The damp strain in the crotch of her panties only confirming that her pelvic muscles were about to falter completely, @ any moment. With small droplets of pee managing to seep out and escape the pressure from within. Tiny droplets which would have been suddenly increasing in rate to a full gushing torrent inside of her panties crotch if she’d walked any further on from where she was now squatting down.
I took a quick glance back to the street front of the alley way, but I wasn’t really worried if someone was walking by or starting to turn into the alley, heading for the back door of the building. Something clicked in my mind just @ that moment, as well as a feeling which I never thought I would experience or have.
As the sound of her gushing, golden pee continued to splash down onto the concrete pavement between her heeled, bare feet. I looked down and to my surprise, I could clearly see the distinct outline of my cock which had rapidly hardened under my trousers that I was wearing. Somehow the sound of her pee hitting the pavement, the sight of seeing her squatting there less than a foot away from me, with her panties held taunt between her spread legs, as her bare ass cheeks were now exposed also as her white dress had slipped slightly up her back from when she had extracted her panties from under her dress. It was all too much of a stimulus for my brain to handle, or to take no notice of.
Though I couldn’t see directly, her gushing flow of golden pee exiting from between her pussey lips, I could see the splash of it casting a circular wave on the now darkened concrete between her held apart feet. A large and increasingly sized pool of liquid was now spreading out over the concrete, to the point where it was now just starting to fall over the edge of the top tiled step just in front of her. Each step of the tiled stairway would soon become its own mini waterfall, as gravity did its work and her pee flowed into every crack and cranny of the masonry below her.
With the quickness of my hardon being felt under my trousers, I now started to fill my head with questions which I never thought that I would ever ask of myself. I now wondered, as I watched her continue to pee, for the very first time, just what did her pussey lips look like and was she one of those now modern girls who regularly shaved their pussey lips and mound completely bare smooth, or was her pussey still framed in a dense patch of jet black pussey hair, of which now tiny droplets of pee were hanging off individual strands of pussey hairs to each side of her pussey lips as the gushing stream flowed out between those soft, crinkled fleshy lips.
I could now feel my cock starting to ache like it had never done so before. The vision before me pricking @ some, until then, unknown fetish within me. Seeing and hearing her pee splash down against the concrete was giving me this sudden lustful urge which I had never felt before.
It was then, that I did something which I found that was a complete surprise to myself. I started to step forward, one foot in front of the other, until I found myself starting to step down the tiled stairs in front of her.
I turned around and as I did, ours eyes locked together but for an instant. Her eyes were suddenly wide open to see me suddenly standing there below her spread apart, squatting legs. Her look of relief had now changed to one of seemingly bewilderment, as to what I was doing.
What I was doing, was very simple, I let my eyes cast downwards, down over her white dress, down over the held taunt crotch of her panties between her inner thighs as she still clasped to each of her knee’s with her hands and finally my eyes stopped, they stopped to catch sight of what I had just moments before had been asking of myself.
Right there @ the point where her creamy soft skin of her inner thighs met together, was a sight which will now forever be ingrained into my mind till the day that I die. There centered in between her spread, squatted legs between her heeled bare feet was the sheen of her exposed wet, pee covered pussey lips. A torrent of golden pee was still gushing out from between those soft crinkled lips and the force was still such, that her inner pussey lips seemingly quivered and shimmered as her pee rushed past them and then flow out in front of her in a golden falling arc. As I continued to cast my eyes in between her spread legs, I now got the answer to my second question I had asked myself. Long jet black pussey hairs did indeed frame her entire pussey mound, though they were trimmed into more of a narrow thin line, rather than her born with triangle patch of hair. From just above her clit, to right down to where her firm ass cheeks met below, her pussey hair had been completely removed. There wasn’t a single trace of pussey hair there, not even a visible sign of black stubble. Each of those prominent, outer, puffy looking pussey lips were completely bare and smooth
Her silence up until then had been expected, but now she seemed to be trying to form words in her mouth.
"What………. what are…………….., what are you doing?", she said, as she still searched my eyes for any answers to my actions.
I didn’t reply straight away, as I was still transfixed by the sight of her beautiful puffy pussey and the flow of pee still streaming out from between those thick fleshy lips.
A moment or two later, just before I spoke, I reached down and felt for the zipper to my trousers. In one firm movement, it reached the bottom of its travel and as it did, I felt my cocks aching confines shift. Looking down I could see the tip of my hard cock poking and pressing through my boxer shorts under my trousers. It would only take one tug @ the band of them and I knew it would spring free. Her eyes now widened more, so much so, that they would have burnt a hole through me, had her eyes really had the heat and fire in them of the sun that I could now see. I flicked a finger downwards against the silk boxer shorts that was exposed through my open fly and out sprang my hardened cock in a quick swishing action until it was able to form a long thick straight line.
My balls felt like they were hard little rocks, as I looked @ the clear pre cum which slowly oozed out from the tip of my cock. It was then, that I reached out in front of me and I felt her eyes track my fingers to their final destination. Just as I got to full reach, I felt it, I felt the material of her panties held taunt between her spread legs and as my fingertips crept forward, it was then that I felt the dampness in the crotch of her panties. The dampness from the tiny droplets of pee which had managed to escape from between her then strained and held pussey lips.
I then reached with my other hand and placed it over and gripped hard onto my still aching hard cock. The dampness of her panties crotch, of seeing her pee still flowing from out between those puffy bare pussey lips was then all too much for my brain to process.
It felt like a searing hot poker had suddenly been applied to those small rock hard balls of mine and I felt the surge swell up inside the shaft of my cock. Just as I was about to explain my actions to her it happened, I watched as the first thick squirting jet of hot white cum shot out from the end of my hard cock.
I watched it shot out and splatter all over her two spread apart knee’s, with the main concentration landing over the material of her held, taunt panties. My mouth then hung open, as another as quick and rapid squirt of cum followed there after, it shot out and sprayed out till it landed all over the hem of her white dress and again splattered in smaller thick droplets on the tops of her bare upper thighs. She now had her eyes firmly fixed on the end of my gripped hard cock in my hand, as the last thick stream of white cum shot out. This squirt of thick cum shot upwards and I watched in sheer amazement, as blobs of thick cum got entangled in her long, straight jet black hair, trailed up to land in the formed swell of her tits were now being pushed up, back over the top of her dress by her squatting legs and track up her neck and chin.
My thick white cum now hung to the soft skin of her face, with some dangling in a sticky formed droplet hanging off of her chin, with a look of breaking free, but far too sticky to overcome the gravity pulling against it.
Never in my life had I felt so horny, never had I felt the rush of cum leave my cock as it did then. A second or two had passed before I then noticed something, her left hand had moved. As I looked back down in between her spread legs, I found her fingers of her left hand were pinched either side of those puffy pussey lips, the flow of her before gushing, golden pee, now starting to ebb away. I watched as she used her fingers to splay open her wet bare pussey lips, to open her pussey slit wider till I was able to clearly see her soft pink entrance to her pusseyhole and of her peehole which still showed a now decreasing and intermittent flow of pee, as she used her pelvic muscles to stem the last of her pee from within her.
When the last few droplets were allowed to seep out and run down the open, exposed face of her pink pussey slit and to then trickle down into the crack of her ass cheeks below. She did one of two things.
First I watched her index finger then shift across from hold that puffy pussey lip to one side, to then be inserted so that her fingertip probed the glistening opening to her pink pusseyhole. As she did this, I then seen her flick out her tongue from her stunned mouth and watched as it made a slow but twisted swirl around her lips of her mouth. The tip of her tongue acting like a scooping spoon, as it pooled up my thick white sticky cum from around her mouth, till it disappeared into her waiting mouth.
I continued to squeeze the last remnants of my cum from out of my still hard and pulsing cock, as she started to slowly finger herself in front of me. The sound of squelching as her finger found the inner pool of pussey cum which had rapidly form inside of her pink pusseyhole could be clearly heard, as she worked her finger deeper with each insertion, till all of the knuckles had disappeared from view. Giving the seemingly effect that she was now missing her middle finger from her hand.
I took one step up towards her, so that my cock was now hung just in front of her cum covered face and watched as she lent forward to eagerly enclose her mouth around the end of my cock’s tip and suck the last blob of thick white cum from it.
I looked down @ her, her lips and mouth slowly sucking away on my cock as she continued to finger herself between her spread bare legs. She now was making lustful moaning noises as she neared her own rapid orgasmic explosion within her body and all I could now think of, was how did I become so aroused by the sight of my step-daughter squatting there to pee, to relieve herself as a natural thing, though not in the normal privacy she would have normally expected and why had I had the most intense orgasm ever when seeing her pee flowing from out of those thick wet and puffy pussey lips.
As she finally let go of my cock, so that she was able to let out a muffled scream, as her orgasm broke over her body. It dawned on me that I wouldn’t find the complete answer to those questions right here and now, but as I watched my step-daughter now sucking @ her sticky wet index finger coated in a glistening coat of her pussey cum, I just knew that there was now going to be plenty of other times, where I would get the chance to.
It was looking like there was going to be alot more time spent in the toilet when back home, now that it was going to be shared by the two of us @ once.
I’d luv to hear from my female followers of their naughty thoughts.
My ask box is open!!!!
The first time it happened, he didn’t even manage to get his hard cock inside of me. The sight of my open and exposed pusseyhole and the glistening coat of my pussey cum after he had seen me fingering myself, it was all too much for the paperboy and he ended up spraying all of his thick white cum all over my creamy bare ass cheeks.
Never mind, there is always tomorrow for another delivery isn’t there?
I had better be quick, as I hope there aren’t any of those pervert voyeurs nearby secretly looking @ me and slowly wanking their rock hard cocks while I undress out of my cloths, to get into my bikini.
Still, I shouldn’t rush things should I?
As I walked into the bathroom, there stood my step-mother, she was brushing her teeth while looking into the mirror, until noticing my presence.
When she turned towards me and I seen her open mouth full of toothpaste, I could only imagine that it was my thick white hot cum that was now swirling around inside of her open mouth.
It was then that she finally noticed my hand grip tight of my hard cock, as I slowly wanked it back and forth in my hand.
It funny how one only has to imagine something, for it to then become reality a short time later. Isn’t it?
I hope not one is watching me, but I need to go so badly.
I hope no one see me squatting here beside my car in the carpark, as I pull my panties to one side and relieve the pressure that has been building up in my bladder while driving here to the mall.
I just know that I’ll never make to the toilet in time.
My step-father has always wanted to get a hole in one while playing golf, but has never achieved it while playing by himself.
Hopefully with me helping him out, he’ll end up having more luck in doing it.
What do you think?
I had been having trouble trying to cum atop of my vibrator, as it didn’t have one of those suction cup bases to it, but I soon found out that my step-father was more than willing to lend a helping hand to assist me in reaching my goals.
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The new paperboy had clearly listened to the advise of his friend before taking over the paper run.
So far, he hasn’t missed a delivery yet, or been late in cumming.
If he keeps this up, seeing as I’m a CEO of a large company in town, I might just offer him the vacant position of mailboy @ my work.
What do you think?
【No.12687】 ナチュラル / 葵つかさ http://ift.tt/1g6rfUg
When my step-daughter asked me why it was needed for her unloosen the front buttons of her dress, for her to be able to tip toe across the thin wooden plank.
I told her it was because that if she started to get unbalanced @ all, that I’d be able to see her tits beginning to wobble more inside of her dress, @ which stage I could then hopefully catch her, before falling down or getting her shoes and feet wet in the water below.
I held my breath as I watched her starting to inch forward and in my mind, all I could see was her laying there with her ass in the puddle of water, with a splattering of mud which had splashed up onto her pussey mound of her panties.
She wore the most beautiful, but dirty of panties, but if I was to see them all covered in mud and wet through with the dirty water from the puddle. I knew it would be a race to get her back home, as I’d waste no time in making sure that those dirty panties were given a nice good rub once she was in the shower.
Concentrate, I wouldn’t want you to lose your balance now, mmmmm.
Coach says I’ve the most promise of cumming first than any of the other girls in his athletic team from what he has seen of me so far.
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I can’t tell you all of the places that Miss prodded me with that telescopic pointer, while asking some really hard personal questions, but I can say that she did get what she wanted to know, out of me about twenty minutes later.