Schoolgirl has Sex with the Builder
Hi my name is Alyssa and I am 18 and still a virgin. I hated school- all the other girls were flirting and fucking all the other guys and no one looked at me. I didn't really mind; I didn't want the other guys. Guys my age were were pathetic, weedy, nerdy, young and just so… boys. I wanted a man. I wanted an experienced guy who could teach me the way of the world and how to pleasure a man, someone who would appreciate my body.
I walked round the corner and saw a sex god in my garden. Tall, dark hair, tanned skin, his skin was tanned a deep golden brown colour. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, ripped at the knee and faded slightly, with heavy work boots. I watched in awe as he lifted a muscular arm and wiped the sweat from his brow. I felt myself getting wet between the legs. I realized this must be the builder coming to work on our new wall today. I wasn’t really listening when mum was telling me about him. I was practically gagging. He was incredible, I mean really amazing.
I realized I had been standing on the side of the road for a good 5 minutes now staring open mouthed at this incredible man. Thinking very bad and naughty things, I shook myself and started to walk towards him. He looked up as I approached and I noticed his gorgeous blue eyes framed by long dark lashes. He smiled at me, his smile was incredible.
“Hi, I’m Dwayne,” he said.
I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out and raised a shaky hand in a kind of half wave. “Alyssa ,” I stammered.
He smiled and bent over again to continue his work. I walked past trying to stop my knees shaking. I stood in the doorway and turned to glance at him again, he was lifting a plank of wood above his head and the muscles in his back and arms shifted, my nipples sprung to attention though my shirt. He turned and smiled at me, I flushed and ran inside.
Oh my god he was incredible. I was trying to guess his age, probably about mid to late 30’s. There was no way he would look at me. I was 18 and I didn't think there was anything special about my shoulder-length brown hair and big blue eyes. Although I suppose I did have nice full lips, curvy figure and big boobs for a girl my age.
I raced in to the house and dropped my bag by the front door, walked into the living room and stood in the window to watch him. I stood half hidden behind the curtain watching. A dampness began to form between my thighs, and I rubbed my legs together tightly, which only made my excitement grow. Without even realizing it, I shimmied out of my white cotton panties and dropped them on to the floor. I was rocking back and forth now, one hand between my thighs, moistness dripping into the seat, my face flushed, my mound aching.
“Oh God, I need to be fucked. Please, someone fuck meeee!" Without stopping to think I spread my legs so I could watch him between them, and plunged my fingers past the aching lips of my nether region.
I was still a virgin and my fingers filled me entirely, I began working my fingers back and forth. I’d work them down the lips, parting them gently and then slip them into my hole, then back up and work along towards my clit, then plunge back inside. I was bucking now, dripping onto the chair. My other hand caressing and tweaking at my nipples.
"God, yes. YES! I cried. Oh, Dwayne, make me cuuuUUUUUMMM!" Heat poured through my body, then ice, then my hips spasmed as the first orgasm took me. Another, like an aftershock followed right behind. I could do nothing but quiver from head to toe.
I got dressed and I walked out and stood next to him; he had taken his shirt off and sweat glistened on his muscular body. I felt a familiar twinge between my legs. Had to have him, I smiled and sat on the wall behind him, swinging my legs from side to side.
"You're soaked!" he said, holding his dripping fingers up for me to see.
He slid off me and gathered me into his arms.
"It's ok," he said, pulling me into his lap. "You're being good now. No one will know. I just want you to feel good." With one hand, he deftly slid down my sopping panties.
"I'll make you feel…” He started to stoke my small shaved mound. “So much…” His fingers parted my pink young lips. "Better!" And he slipped two fingers deep inside my warm pussy.
I climbed onto his face, i rocked back and forth, grinding on his mouth all over my juicy young smooth pussy. His tung lapping away, and smothering me with attention until it was too much and i orgasmed again.
And then he stopped.
"You know playing with yourself isn't allowed," said Dwayne.
He grabbed me and flipped me on all fours, then spanked my arse, spread my cheeks and with my ass high in the air. Dwayne says "Now I really will have to punish you!" There was a sound of a zipper being opened. I almost cum thinking how vulnerable my holes were to him mmmm.
"Wait!" I protested. "You can't, not like this, you-OOOOHHHH!" Before I could finish he had driven his member deep inside me. His fingers had been nothing compared to this new sensation. I was utterly paralyzed with pleasure and shame, as he took me from behind. With each thrust I felt more and more fulfilled, and the swinging of his balls against my clitoris drove me beyond wild.