FALLON SECURED

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Fallon was uncomfortable, and it had nothing to do with the lax security she had encountered when arriving home after school. The back gate was unarmed, and now the back door opened without their family PIN.

Fallon thought, Oh, well, I won't dob in the cleaning company.

She adjusted the wet patch in her knickers again. God, her arsehole still felt good. Jarryn had really fully creamed her. 

She was still seeping cum between her legs as she sauntered through the kitchen. Geez, the bastard had got deep in her butthole, but she had relished it. It gave her pussy a tingle just reviewing the pleasure. 

However, she had had enough; her frickin cum covered panties just had to come off, here and now. 

She was sure no one was home. Both her parents worked long hours.

So down came her skimpy, lacey, light pink briefs. The material was thin, soft, and flimsy. Yeah, delicate to cover dainty bits but not soak up an over-excited boy's explosive load up your arse or your own exuberantly excited pussy really leaking the juices of a great car fuck in the laneway outside your own home with a guy your parents would never stand and would never want you with.

"Christ, just look at that," Fallon said aloud as she saw the sticky matted mess on her panties. 

There was her response to sex and Jarryn's, all mixed — so cute. 

Still, she needed to wipe her dripping arsehole and get changed and go to piano practice.

She used the bits of her panties that were still dry, and there wasn't much fabric to use, to get it back between her thighs and into her arse crack and clean herself up.

The talented lass squeezed her back muscles; as she could, and out came a stringy glob of cum. It aroused her, and her fingers had its tackily spread, and she couldn't resist a taste of Jarryn's cum.

He was driving off to boy stuff, cock satisfied, while his girl was still enjoying his jizz. The total advantage of being a girl.

Fallon was dryish between her thighs; well, sort of; she had that warm moist still, filled feeling inside both her cute butthole and her adorable pussy.

And as often happens when that tender, sensitive flesh gets exposed she had a peek at her beautiful self.

A tender touch. It was still so sensitive from Jarryn, but she was incredibly randy.

How many times could or should a girl get herself off in an afternoon?

She had had awesome car sex, yet here she was in the kitchen, college tartan skirt up, pantiless and touching her crinkled responsive labia. 

Oh, she was a bad girl.

Oh, she was a slut and knew it. 

She would get herself off again before she changed for piano practice.

Her fingers got in deep; one, then two, and she frigged herself off nicely in the kitchen with her other hand toying around her still deep cum filled butt hole.

"Ooh, ooh" she cooed.

She relaxed again, thinking that was good, but I better get changed.

She bounded up the stairs.

Fallon was butt naked in front of her full-length mirror, checking out her fabulous sexy self, thinking what a shame to cover all this up, but she would lose her allowance if she didn't get to music practice.

She had missed a session recently, and that fuddy old tutor Georges had told her mum.

"Oh bother," said Fallon aloud: she had left her cum filled carnation-coloured panties crumpled on the bench in the kitchen. 

God, neither mum nor dad would cope with that; they still thought her a — Catholic choir girl virgin — well, they paid exorbitant fees to a private girl's college, believing that.

There was nothing for it but to run down and get them. Fallon didn't even stop to think or worry about cavorting down the stairs stunningly naked; she loved her birthday suit.

The security installation guy coming up the stairs got the eyeful of a lifetime and a boner underway simultaneously. 

Bouncing, springy, supple, naturally gravity-defying titties wobbling on the stairs. A shaved inwardly curving slit; shiny smooth. The girl, a sylph; tall, lithe and brunette.

And no fucking cares in the world.

Fallon stopped three stairs from the security installation guy, who didn't know where to look. 

We are not talking modesty here, as in looking down, looking away, turning around, and backtracking. He was looking; roving over everything; enjoying the whole shebang of nubile Fallon; including her tits still bouncing in freeform after she had stopped.

Fallon saw the security service uniform logo and name tag, Ben, and realised why the security system was off. Her dad had mentioned an update, but she hadn't really listened. So, it was this afternoon, and here was the guy.

"Well, hello there," said the confident minx like it was the male who was naked, not her. 

Ben was flustered. He was staring. He had the now obvious straining boner.

Fallon wasn't going to die wondering when there was a pecker champing at the bit.

The security installation guy had stopped on the banister as he thought this dream shape would pass him by; however, Fallon stopped, bent on her knees and released his aching cock.

Let it spring out!

With a can-do attitude, Fallon's mouth embraced his trouser muscle.

Ben was leaning back on the staircase railing. A minute ago, he was focused on work. Now his life was centred on his pecker. The pivotal random moments when life just presents and something happens. In this case, something very, very good.

Now Ben was twenty-seven and married and knew a good head job, but Fallon was cranking up the excitement, the enjoyment and sheer refinement of a good suck-off very fast. 

Maybe it was her nakedness, he thought. 

Yeah, that was it. No, it was her beautiful face and awesome technique.

It was the stairs and the unexpected. 

It was frickin everythin' about her and his cock. 

Ben lost any more thoughts in pure pecker indulgence.

Fallon, the slutty petite tramp, had cock. 

"Gugh! Gugh! Gugh!"

Her mouth raced in a sloshy, sloppy, spit-splashed trek forwards and backwards along his man-hammer.

It didn't matter; she had only just indulged and worked a pecker about ten minutes ago in her back laneway. 

And this guy was wildly excited. He was groaning in full appreciation of her cock sucking efforts. And when you get that sexual feedback, you naturally up the gift. 

Fallon licked his ball bag. Ben's cock stiffened to absolute straining. He was groaning loudly.

Our college slut had never had sex on the stairs. And had never had sex on her own stairs or in her own place. It was time to start.

She eased his rigid pecker out of her mouth. Man was his shaft ready and glistening with her spit moisture. 

The installation guy was suddenly looking at bubble butt pointing directly at his cock. 

Spread legs. 

A shaved exposed opening, revealing a lustrous pinkness, a pussy over ready to fuck.

Ben was pumping into her warm, slitty tightness. Fuck she was moist. Fuck she had a great arse. He was simple male doggy thrusting into great immediately available pussy. 

His young installation apprentice Adam, coming back through the front door with additional wiring, was gobsmacked, then just filthily watching his boss hump a stunning-looking naked girl on the stairs. 

Well, Adam was too shy to join in. 

This girl was way hotter and more adventurous than any he knew. The inexperienced eighteen-year-old virgin just auto-unzipped and enjoyed treating his own cock with his hand as he took in the raunchy, bawdy sight.

It was Fallon who heard the extra softer groan. Ben was pumping with a fury behind her.

She was holding the banister for dear life. He was piston thrusting fuckin' fast. Very enjoyable. 

Our college tart said, " Drop your pants. Join in!"

Ben wasn't sure what the fuck was going on now. He wasn't giving up this sweet pussy to a lad. 

Fallon, however, had crossed the line from wanton to debauched. She could see a second cock, and hey, nature had gifted her two equally needy acquisitive holes.

She got the younger guy, looking so innocent and obviously virginal trembly excited but so stiff, to sit on the stairs.

Fallon immediately speared the guy before he could think what first sex would be like.

He wasn't going to forget this. His cock was so happy. This amazing hot young girl was gripping his cock and riding up and down off his pecker. He was pussy stunned. He was under the sway of girly flesh. Adam's cock was so happy.

Having organised her cunny's immediate needs, Fallon bent indecorously but stunningly forward. The skill of a youthful, lithe body.

Yes, ballet lessons.

She presented Ben with her gaped arsehole while her coochie was cock filled.

Ben didn't understand why her balloon knot looked so prepped. It was puckered pink and moisty drizzled already. Like she had just been arsed fucked.

Ben didn't care. Her arse was open for him right now. And it's right now: what his cock was focussed on.

Her pussy had been tightly sweet. Her arsehole was divine. It trapped his cock in the most exquisite of cramped sensitive constrictions. She was an anal diva at such a tender age.

Fallon was shamelessly passed debauched now.

"Uggh! Raah! Oof! Oof! Sheez! Hngh! Uggh! Uggh!"

Lewd, crude and promiscuous are only words used by those who don't have the libido or the courage to explore their body's capacities for pleasure.

Fallon loved straight sex.

Fallon loved anal sex.

Fallon had never previously combined the two in the exact life-lived moment.

Her experience of sex, her expression of her womanhood, and her body were changed and maxed out in this captivating self: double-wicking. 

Well, double wicked candles burn quicker and brighter. Fallon was hot. She was stellar. Fallon was coursing to a fantastic orgasm. Fallon was filled. Her arse was so happy. Her pussy pleasured, savouring a randy young cock. 

How the fuck could her body do this? 

How, for the love of life, could it sustain such greedy, greedy pleasure?

She had two cocks, and it was breathtaking. It was the tops.

All her personal bits that draw others to share your body were engaged. She had a ravishing of self, a double source of pleasure. The building pleasure from two cocks. Two so goddamn close but equally sensitive locations. There only remained the release of pleasure, multiplied pleasure. 

"Orrgh! Yeah! Orrgh! Orrgh!"

Fallon entered those delicious seconds where you cross the line from a good, addicted feeling into the sensationally uncontrollable, unstoppable maxing out of the release gradient. The frantic, majestic, wondrous pulse of a thrilling climax and its imposing bodily reward is as explosively expansive as the Crab Nebula.

"Ah-aah! Ah-aah!"

Three bodies secure in the close entrapment of mutual pleasure. Fallon orgasmed in a hyper-shuddering way as both her holes remained cock secured.

Young Adam felt the grip of her fem-wave through her, and it tipped his cock over into its spurt of delight in her pussy.

Ben the bastard was enjoying arse like he hadn't in a long time. It was arsehole as arse was meant to be fucked.

He, too, felt the young woman's body shake, her breathing become uncoordinated, and her body wobble and convulse. And he gave her a creamy load frickin deep to keep the pleasure flowing through her body and give his dick the happy release it had to have to be in such a stunning cavity.

Well, there is the aftermath of sex — always. 

Good sex requires quality downtime. 

A calm, reflective poise. 

Yeah — if you are middle-aged and are only getting it once a month. 

Fallon was sated. No, actually stuffed!

Well, God, shouldn't she be? 

Three cocks since school had finished. Her arse had been creamed twice. 

She was about to thank the boys, a parting French kiss. Yes, after, not before, sex, and then grab her panties from the kitchen bench. 

Geez, this had happened all because she had left her cummed panties in the parlour.

The sound of a car on the front gravel drive broke up any thoughts of a polite get-to-know-each-other after-party on the stairs.

Ben pushed away his relaxed cock and sauntered out to delay the adult who was home.

Adam grabbed his pants and went into the kitchen to put them on. A still-naked Fallon followed him.

Well, as strange as her naked body being screwed on the stairs and then sharing her body with his boss's cock near his. Adam now saw the stunning girl whose name he didn't even know put on a pair of skimpy cummed stained panties over her still dripping coochie, kiss him on the cheek, and run back upstairs.

Fallon hastily put on her bra, slipped over the dress she had worn yesterday because it was still out, grabbed a pair of heels, and bounded down the stairs.

Of course, it was her mum. 

Nicely delayed by Ben going through the new security updates.

Still, it was time to get to music practice. Fallon was ready to drive herself there and arrive a tad late.

Her mum was here to ensure her offspring got there and didn't go shopping, etc.

"I was going to drive myself. I was just going," said an indignant Fallon as her mum insisted on taking her. 

Fuck where was the trust; thought Fallon.

The security guys were left behind as her mother insisted; they leave immediately. 

The drive to the studio was uncomfortable in the car. Not because of the tension between the two women over trust but because Fallon hadn't had time to change her pink panties full of Jarryn's cum and now made clammy wet by the two-security installation guy's jizz quietly seeping out of her so happy arsehole and coochie.

Truth was, it was mostly slutty Fallon's fault for the squelch between her legs. She was squeezing her arse and cunny muscles; every now and then; in sheer girly happiness. 

What a fucking great afternoon: she reflected

Her mum dropped her off outside the exclusive music studio and gave her money for a taxi home.

Fallon made her way up the stairs to the converted warehouse loft. In her double-holed happiness, she hadn't realised how saturated her scanty panties were. 

She stopped halfway up the stairs and knowingly felt behind her dress, straight into the dampness.

"Oh, fuck it," she said out loud; the wet patch was through her light lemon silky blended material dress with the cute elastic waist that flaunted her sexy shape. 

What the fuck was Georges going to think?

Fifty-four-year-old Georges returning with a takeaway coffee from across the street because his wayward but delightfully attractive student was late again or not even coming — he got the gist of the situation as quickly as Fallon. 

Here was a tart; here was a slut, and here was the copious evidence.

Georges was thinking all right, thinking with his cock.

Fallon looked down and saw Georges.

Georges looked up and met Fallon's eyes.

Neither needed prompting in what followed.