I thrill at flashing Teenage Boys.

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I thrill at flashing Teenage Boys.I sat and watched in both disbelief and amusement a man masturbate and release his pent up semen onto an unsuspecting girl, lost in her white ear buds and music, how easy for him, the lucky bugger, and yes, I laughed inwardly at her nonchalance as the staining of her dress started to harden.As a girl myself I frequently found semen stains on my school uniform and everyday clothes, back then we took it as a mark of attraction, dirty old men only came on the best looking girls, so we wore our ‘Owned’, stains with a sense femininity, not to mention an internal arousal in the toilet cubical, relieving oneself having been ‘Owned’ in such a fashion.Would I as a female classify myself as a sexual being? You bet I would, I do masturbate, as I did once I experienced my first orgasms. Stress in classes led to quick toilet breaks and a few insertions of my pocket vibrator and electric toothbrush, girls are blessed with both clitoral and vaginal ability to orgasm and timing both to perfection can lead to an almost blackout situation, when they collide, like the ‘Perfect Storm’ scenario.Having a strong sexual willingness is what releases a girl to better manage her sexual needs. Hang-ups lead to frigidity and poor sexual responses when being ‘hit’ upon for a shag or a simple hand-job, many of which I gave freely or in return for a good fingering session behind the bicycle shed, sometimes with friends where we swapped partners or tried it with groups.Some parents would be shocked to see and watch their daughters with a group of guys sticking their fingers into her and she encouraging their timing and strokes, even more so when her brother is part of the group, getting off on his sister. Sex is like that, the need for the orgasm blinds out the man made law of i****t, it’s only after the orgasm you feel the shame, that is, until the need arises again and by then, you are already over the shame.My best friend Ada dated my younger brother as I dated her’s. One night we all agreed to get naked after drinking cider and vodka and have sex with each other, brothers and sisters, lesbianism and watching our brothers put their dicks in each others asses, and two onto one girl, with double penetration and a pussy on my face.That sort of freedom and willingness turned me into a woman who knows how to pleasure myself with both sexes and made my willingness to visit ‘Swinging’ couples, for threesomes and overnight stays, a reality I enjoy today, especially since my divorce, where sex is a great relief from everyday tedium.A short while back I received an internal email with a cock photo with my name written on it in ballpoint ink, which as you know is only four letters long, so this adventurous guy was average size. I laughed bursa escort at it, and felt flattered that someone in this huge complex had the hots for me, knowing I was a recent divorcee he possibly felt I was in need of his services.Every day I would receive another part of the genitalia, his balls and so forth and as long as I never reported it, he became bolder and I more curious.Then last week as I sat in my office with surrounding frosted glass, I removed my panties and started a masturbation session with a porn clip on my iPad, a housewife flashing a utilities man and him seemingly oblivious to her need to fuck.As it happens a shape appeared in my frosted glass door panel with a courtesy knock, as per company protocol, giving me time to put my panties and vibrator into my top drawer before calling out, ‘Enter’.As it would happen, it was the maintenance guy, he needed to check my air conditioning unit for gas and working order and as he busied himself my eye caught my iPad lying face up on my desk, with the picture freeze frame of the housewife blowing the maintenance guy, too late, he saw it and I blushed.Like a professional he continued with the job in hand as I sat down and let my short skirt ride high on my expansive thighs, already the guy intrigued me, despite our vast age difference, he clearly knew how to turn the tables on a woman who thought I was in control.Being horny and mid masturbation it was an annoyance to have to stop mid-stream but there was an irony, I was getting off to a video where just such a scenario was now happening in my own small office, why not try him on and see how far you can take it, I thought, as I picked up my iPad and began watching from where I paused, my ear buds filling with the sounds of sex as I watched him and the fucking simultaneously.He said something and I paused the video and removed my ear buds, ‘Sorry, what did you say’, I asked him?’I can hear your video’, he repeated, I looked at my ear buds as if to ask, ‘How’? ‘They are loud’, he said with a soft smile on his lips, ‘my daughter does the same with her music’, he continued, ‘but I can hear it too’.’Shit, shit, shit’, went through my head, now he knew I was a really bad girl, watching porn on a hand held while a stranger was in my midst, I decided to brass-neck it.’I have been divorced and don’t get out much’, I retorted, my crossed legs rocking and pleasuring my swollen clitoris, trapped between my thighs, by now my hemline was high enough to show my pubes, but by now I was past caring, ‘I bet you get to meet horny secretaries and bosses every day’, I was a boss so I added my status into the mix so there would be no doubt I was up for it’?My voice sounded thick as my throat tightened, he knew I was and approached my bursa escort bayan desk to where I squirmed. He stopped, took one look around as if to make sure we were not going to be disturbed and fished his cock out for me to start sucking on it.I licked my lips, as they were very dry and opened my mouth, until I saw my name on his cock, this time more full and expressive. I burst out laughing, ‘You fucking bastard’, I mouthed at him as we had discovered each other from our emails and had sex in my office, he had my number and like I said previously, I was up for it and yes had many more orgasms.Another old friend of mine Amber, was recently disciplined for her behaviour towards a teenage boy in her class who’s mother complained my friend was actively seducing him and for which he suffered bad dreams.’What a load of fucking crock’, she screamed her innocence to the tabloid press hell bent on exposing yet another predator female teacher.’They sit in class with their fucking hard-on’s in your face, she complained to me when she came over to spend a week canoeing on Loch Lomond. I laughed at her drunken rant but still asked her, as I suspected there was more to what she was letting onto, if she did fuck him? She fell silent, before confessing that there was something between them, more of a teasing session and it was the fact he did not get anything that the complaints started.The next day after a three hour drive we were encamped on the lawn of the youth hostel towards the edge of the loch, in our bikinis downing a bottle of wine and admiring the activities and the admiring glances from groups of boys.’More temptations here than in school’, she mockingly bemoaned, just as two older boys passed by out tent opening and stared directly at us. I responded by opening my legs to expose my crotch which barely concealed my labia, whilst challenging to boys to come over and try it. They scampered away, what would you expect boys barely dropped from their own mother’s vagina, to want to venture into mine.The days were of bathing in the loch, where we pissed and occasionally shit, as the hostels amenities were disgusting, but our hikes and sightseeing, canoeing and campfire singalongs more than made up for the lack of physical company, we wanted sex and soon those boys were in danger of being ensnared by a couple of cougars, unwashed and unkempt, we began to smell each other despite the bathing, part of the smell was out needing sex and soon we were purposely changing as the boys watched us, as we attempted to lure them to us and have some fun.Alas the day to go home arrived and we were as frustrated more then when we had arrived. We had shown more skin to these k**s than is legally permitted, but their cocks alluded us and on the lang escort bursa drive back Amber wormed her way into the back seat as we drove and stripped, ‘Don’t mind me’, she muttered, as she fished out her vibrator and lay along the length and began pleasuring herself, he noised finding an accord with my own need for a cock.As I drove and Amber played I saw a figure hitch hiking, thumbing a lift and as Amber could not see with her lying down I decided to stop and offer, as it was a boy and felt devilishly about catching Amber out and see if the boy would take the bait.I began to slow down, nothing new on these roads with the traffic, and managed to stop right beside him looking into the back window at Amber’s masturbation. I would my window down before she realised she was being watched and I asked him where he was going.’Glasgow’, he muttered, still in shock at seeing a full bodied naked woman gratifying herself. ‘Would you like to earn your way’, I challenged, as he looked at both of us, two beautiful women offering a fantasy, ‘Yes’, he beamed back as poor Amber sat huddled naked in the back, speechless.He opened the passenger door but I halted him, ‘Haversack only in front, your body in the back’, as Amber moved naked to the other side of the car and let the boy climb in beside her’.I indicated and pulled out into the traffic, reached up and adjusted my mirror, he and Amber were locking lips, ‘You can start fucking whenever’, I laughed and she began to pull the poor boys clothes off, the smell of sex and Amber’s dirty body filled the car, I could not resist, ‘Pass me your vibrator Amber’, I asked as she shoved it into my outstretched hand, the end still wet with her own exertions and her moans filling the car as the boys cock found one of her holes to fuck.I drove within the speed limit and pushed the vibrator into my cunt as I watched the road and Amber have multiple orgasms. The road sign said 35 miles to Glasgow and by then Amber and the boy had about 30 miles of sex, so I indicated and pulled into a lay-by a leafy knoll a perfect spot and I stopped the car.I looked back and uttered my frustrations, ‘My turn’, I said as I opened the drivers door, got out and removed my lower clothing and stood bare assed outside the rear passenger door, while Amber got out and dressed I opened the door and ordered to boy to start eating me out, pulling my labia apart so there could be not area his tongue would not reach.He had been exhausted by Amber’s need so I had no cock to ride, asking the boy to lie on his back with his head out of the car, I straddled him as Amber smoked and kept watch, for other cars or trucks wanting to stop. By the time we arrived in Glasgow the boy was glad to be rid of us, his neck nearly broken by my thighs and his cock castrated by Amber’s cruelty.We stopped over and dined at a service stop before hitting Edinburgh at eight, ‘Fancy a nightcap’, I asked Amber, ‘Only if it comes with another boy fuck’, she laughingly replied.

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