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Lucy Bonetti was the sluttiest girl in the school.
But I knew she was a slut before I knew I would have to teach her, before I knew her name, before I knew she was only just 18. She lived next door to the apartment I rented.
I arrived at my first teaching job and rented a room at the back of a store in Main Street. The summer lingered and the heat off the metal roof next door warmed up my apartment. But it was nothing like the heat I experienced next.
One afternoon a few days before the new semester began I was organizing my stuff when I heard a noise. I looked out the window and saw a girl crawling over the metal roof. She had long blonde hair and a great body which I could see well because she wore a tiny bikini. The girl arranged a beach towel on the metal roof and lay down to sunbathe.
As you can imagine I couldn’t take my eyes off her, her even tan, her lean arms and legs, her pert tummy and her firm tits. I watched her from behind the curtain and before long my hand was down my shorts. I came almost immediately.
And you know, she knew I was there, because when she was done tanning she stood, walked towards my window where I was still hiding, and when she was maybe four steps away, waved at me and mouthed the word ‘hi’. And then she turned and climbed down from the roof.
Next day I waited as the afternoon wore on and sure enough I was rewarded. The girl was there again, same bikini, same hot body, same tanning routine. But this time she waved as she arrived, and I drew the curtain back and waved in return. She smiled and placed a finger in her mouth, sucking seductively.
Bolder this time I watched her lay down on the towel. She kept meeting my eyes as she stretched and rolled. And just to let her know how much I appreciated the show, I wanked with the curtain open as well, hand down my pants, smiling at her and she at me.
And when we were both done she crept away as before.
Now you may think I was too passive, but I was new to this town and was about to commence teaching at the high school. I guessed she was a neighbor and she could have been a student, but I thought if I watched and waited, she would take the lead and let me know what was possible.
On the third day the same thing happened except that after she waved and made herself comfortable. With the curtains open I was ready to wank when she was joined on the roof by a guy. He was older, maybe mid twenties, also tanned, and square jawed – a typical jock. He wore jeans with bare feet and no shirt, just a smooth muscled chest.
I pulled the curtain back, but he knew I was there. She waved again and he looked casino oyna towards my window, expressionless. And then he knelt down beside her, kissed her on the mouth, then took off her bikini top and rolled her over onto her stomach. And then as I watched in amazement, he first massaged her back, his hands working down to her butt, and then began fingering her clinically, in first her pussy and then her ass.
And all the while as often as they could they looked at me, smiling or nodding. She even waved once, before he pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and then inserting his fingers into her pussy like a handle, pulled her hair and her head back with the other hand, bending her back up until he could lean forward and kiss her.
And what followed I can only describe as the longest, hardest, most penetrating fucking I have witnessed away from internet porn. This guy bent and shaped her to and fro, his thick cock in her mouth, then in her pussy, and finally as he swiveled her smooth ass towards me, in her tightest hole. They moved like pornstars too so that my view was almost never obstructed.
I pulled the curtain back, slipped my pants down and wanked in full view as he pounded her ass, his fat cock neatly thrusting its full length into her butt. And he talked to her, not loudly but loud enough for me to hear.
“You like me fucking your ass, honey? Can you feel my rod? Be my fuck slut,” he said, over and over.
I came long before they did, the warm cum spurting onto the glass and running down the window. They both watched me in full view naked at the window without breaking their rhythm and when I was done, I started wanking again. Then when I had come a second time she smiled and he pulled out of her ass, turned her over and thrust himself into her mouth up to his balls. He filled her completely and I watched him spasm and her swallow before he withdrew until his knob was clear, and his last spurts of cum roped across her lips and spilled down her chin.
And then he pulled on his jeans and left the roof.
She spent a few minutes longer cleaning herself up with her towel, then pulled on her bikini and stepped up to my window. I was still standing their naked, in awe of their open air fucking, but I had the presence of mind to open the window.
“Hi teach,” she said.
Teach. Hmmm. So she was a student and she knew who I was.
“Hi,” I said. “That was some show.”
And she leaned into the window and kissed me my mouth. And as I wrestled her tongue she reached down and fondled my slippery cock, and then turned and left.
I just stood there, tasting the guy’s cum on her lips, canlı casino and wondering where this was all leading.
Next day was the last day before school. I wandered the dusty streets trying to work out which was her house or the steps to the roof, but everything was hidden behind walls. So at the same time I went back to my apartment in the hope that today would be another show and maybe I might be invited. I was getting used to this and had dispensed with curtains and clothes, and was just standing in my window naked, already aroused at the thought of what might be coming.
And just as I hoped, at the usual time she returned – tan, tits and bikini – placed her towel down on the roof, waved at me and lay down.
And right behind her came yesterday’s guy, black hair and stubble, tanned muscled chest, blue jeans but no shirt and shoes.
And right behind him came another guy. This guy was blonde, tall, smooth skinned. He was shirtless as well, in shorts with a gold chain round his neck.
If yesterday’s rooftop fuck fest was an eye opener, today this beautiful girl was simply violated. And like yesterday there was almost no foreplay or preliminaries. The two guys simply stripped her and fucked her in every hole as hard and efficiently as they could. They slapped her, told her what they were going to do to her, pulled at her tits, pinched her butt, fingered her pussy and ass, and as the blonde guy knelt behind her and jammed his cock into her pussy, the first guy fucked her mouth. She took it like a professional, bending into position as they split her holes. And when they changed ends, the fucking continued in the same manner, long hard thrusting, slapping, pinching and issuing filthy instructions.
And all the while, like the previous day, they seemed to choreograph the whole thing for my benefit – I say my benefit because like yesterday I enjoyed a great wank session, but the two guys got the real benefit.
Then with my cum streaming down the glass and both guys firmly erect, they both moved to her rear and manoeuvered into the double penetration position – blondey on his back on the towel, my friendly neighbourhood slut sliding her pussy down onto his cock, and blacky guiding his cock into her ass.
It was time to make a move. I couldn’t keep watching this and not get any action. So I pulled the window up, climbed onto the roof and stepped over to the threesome.
“Fucking hot show guys,” I said. “How about I give you a hand?”
She smiled up at me, but they said nothing.
I was achingly erect and ready to wank if I couldn’t join in, so I thought given they were fucking her ass kaçak casino and pussy, I might get some mouth action. But when I moved to her head and knelt down, the two guys disengaged, stepped over and pushed me away, and then came together on her face. Their combined streams of cum gushed over her eyes and nose, into her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.
And then as quickly as they’d started, they started to dress.
“Hey, guys,” I said. “What the fuck is going on?”
I was wanking furiously now and making a nuisance of myself, jostling them as they dressed. Blacky turned to me, one hand doing up his jeans, and punched me as hard as could with the other in the face.
As I fell onto the metal roof he called me a pervert and the three left the roof.
I went back into the apartment to tend to what I was sure would become a black eye.
Next morning was the first day of school and sure enough, I fronted up with a black eye. The principal didn’t ask and I found myself in front of my first senior class. There in the back row, dressed not much more modestly than the past few days, was the girl I’d watched fucking.
I blinked and tried to look away, but she was captivating. And of course, I knew every succulent inch of her body under the skimpy cheerleader outfit she was wearing. But she didn’t meet my eye and gave every indication that there was nothing between us. Yet for three days I’d watched her being fucked, relentlessly in every hole, and once she had even kissed me and fondled my cock. Fuck it, I’d even tasted some guy’s cum on her lips.
I called the roll and found out her name was Lucy Bonetti.
Lucy Bonetti. Her birthday was on the class roll. I did a quick calculation. Thank fuck she was 18 by a couple of weeks or I was in even bigger trouble than I was already.
But trouble was soon the last thing on my mind. I gave the lesson as best I could, hampered by my confusion and a persistent erection I couldn’t shake. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate, all I could think about was Lucy Bonetti’s luscious cunt and ass being ploughed by those guys. So when the lesson was ended and the students rushed from the room, I blocked her path.
“Lucy,” I said, conscious that my cock was tenting my pants. “So, ummm, we meet again.”
The other students had left the room and we were alone. I reached a hand towards her. She took it and pulled me down, her eyes piercing and her wet lips inviting. I stooped in anticipation of a kiss.
“Pervert,” she said, loud enough for anyone in the corridor to hear, slapped my face, and left the room.
I didn’t see her for the rest of the day, and against my better judgement I left as soon as the last class was done to race back to the apartment in case there was going to be another fuck show on the roof, but I was disappointed.
TO BE CONTINUED
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