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| Maybe there was a God after all. And if so, he's a huge David Finch fan! I hadn't planned on visiting Becky and Marty tonight. But after my episode with Angie, I was feeling hornier than ever. "Yes." Came the almost inaudible reply. Another round of ass-reddening swats. Pt. IV - "Teacher's "
Climbing up near the head of the bed, I flipped Angie around so that she was facing the foot, her delicious rear thrust high in the air. I pulled her skirt up past her hips, and feasted my eyes on the delectable derriere before me. Her bra clasped in the front (one of man's greatest inventions!), and with a quick flick, her creamy breasts spilled from their confines. I grabbed one tit in each hand and mauled them, pinching the pale, pink nipples roughly between my thumb and forefinger. "What's the matter, Babe?" I sneered as I fucked her face, "Too much meat for ya?" Angie grabbed my naked hips for balance as she licked and sucked my pounding pud. I reached down between her arms, and ripped her shirt the rest of the way open, sending a button skittering to the floor. She looked at me with a combination of lust and fear that stoked the fire in my loins. I ripped off my belt and yanked my pants halfway down my thighs. My engorged cock jutted out at a menacing angle, casting a shadow on the bed like a sundial. Angie lay sprawled on the bed, the sunlight glistened in her blond hair. Her skirt was hiked up almost to her waist, allowing a generous glimpse of white panties. The top two buttons of her uniform blouse had come undone, exposing her disproportionately large breasts, nestled in a lacy bra.
Beside the bed, there was small sofa and two mismatched end tables. On one stood an oil lamp, to provide light on those lucky nights. We wouldn't need it. The bedspread someone had hung to act as a curtain on the only window had lost a hook, and now dangled like a dishrag to one side, allowing plenty of afternoon sun to flood the room. "Shut up, Bitch!" I commanded, really getting into my role. My recent experience dominating Becky and Martha was serving me well. When we reached the make-out room, I flung Angie down onto the bed, eliciting a flutter of squeaks from the springs of the ancient mattress. Letting loose a rebel yell, I sprinted the last few yards to the observatory. As I walked down the maze of corridors, Angie squirmed and kicked in mock dismay. I flipped up the back of her schoolgirl skirt, and gave her panty-clad ass a hard smack." Angie smiled wickedly. "Don't worry. You'll find out." I floored the accelerator, and in no time we were at the concrete barricade that the Navy had erected in a futile attempt to keep people out of the abandoned station, which lay less than a quarter mile up a broken concrete road. Guess you can't believe everything you hear. Five minutes later, we were cruising up the mountainside. "So," Angie asked "Who is the mystery lady in the video?" "Oh no." I replied teasingly, "First I need to know what 'anything' means. Some local s had fixed up one of the rooms in it as a make-out spot, complete with a bed and some other pieces of salvaged furniture. I was surprised Angie knew about it. She had a reputation as kind of a goody two-shoes. My Mom's home, and she's funny about me bringing girls to my room." (Good thing, too. I haven't cleaned my room since I was twelve. One look at that pig sty, and the deal would be off!) "Yeah, mine too... well... uh, Sure! Why don't we get together tonight and talk about.... Anything." "Why wait till tonight?" she replied seductively, "Why not right now?" "Now!" I squeaked, "Um, sure. Only problem is, where? She looked me straight in the eye, and in an unmistakably direct voice said "Anything." My pulse raced and my pants grew tighter as the implications of her offer sunk in. Struggling to maintain my composure, I stammered, "Um." Angie pouted, "But you can tell me. I'd do anything to know who was on that film." I smiled lasciviously at her. "Anything?" I asked, only half jokingly. She took a step toward me. Her breasts were practically pressed against my stomach, her perfume wafted deliciously around me.
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