NICELY BROKEN

Eighteen, Young and Old, Anal virgin

She winced.

Close to tears as I applied real pressure.

Yes, I was taking in her thighs and close, heaving busty chest under her white polo, but Krystal was still fully dressed.

Suddenly, I was pervy happy I had been roped in as the emergency first aid officer by my mate Jeff — the match referee, for my daughter Robyn's hockey match.

Here was her bestie needing close personal attention, and boy, oh boy, was I in high spirits dispensing it, even as she flinched again.

"Krystal, it's a clean break. If it's broken, there's no horrendous swelling; hold still, and I will tape it up and get you to a doctor who will check it after the game."

She nodded.

Her blonde bangs did a cute flounce. She tensed as I strapped it. Her thighs quivered. She tried to control the apparent pain. God, was I getting a close view of her inner thigh softness. Her short blue pleated hockey skirt wasn't leaving much to my imagination.

Here was sweet eighteen, as close as any guy approaching fifty like myself will get, short of paying for it.

She adjusted herself on the long bench in the first aid room. Her butt must have stuck to the vinyl. Her body heat from the game was still high. I finished wrapping her pinkie and admired my handiwork and surreptitiously her bust and thighs where her hockey skirt dragged up behind her butt, revealing her body-hugging and arse-defining compression shorts.

Well, I both stared and blushed. Her butt lay gorgeously close and sensational as it was shaped by tight fabric, which increased my craving for the untouchable!

Krystal saw my lust-filled embarrassment.

I think she was about to thank me — but I equally realised that even as Robyn's dad and even as an older guy — I found her hot, really hot.

"Oh, Mr Pearce, you dirty old man, what would Robyn think," she said, getting up and going to the window of the first aid station and looking out at the game, but not adjusting her hockey skirt back down.

She was leaning on the window ledge, her booty even more defined in her taut and stretched dark fabric, both hemispheres of her butt, cock arousing. Her peachy young bum wobbled divinely.

I was male stupefied. Arse mesmerised. Bum fascinated.

I wondered if, at eighteen, she was anally broken in.

Well, that got my cock uncomfortably stiff in my pants.

What older guy doesn't want to educate a sweet anal virgin?

She turned her head but kept wriggling her arse; "Oh, Mr Pearce, the second half is hardly underway; I think you know what I require to get my mind off this throbbing finger. Yes, your throbbing cock," and she opened her mouth in a big wide O.

Pecker-inviting.

I wasn't thinking beyond; thank God my daughter had a filthy tart as her bestie as I rushed behind her and pushed my cock through my pants into her arse crack. My hands were over her hockey top and pressing into her sports bra, feeling the warm softness of her copious titties.

Krystal did the satisfied girly purr, which indicates you are doing the foreplay right.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, yes, Mr Pearce, mmm, mmm."

My cock was so stiff, just rubbing through my trousers into her bum flesh, still safe from my pernicious desire to crack her arse open, even if the tartlette wasn't an anal virgin. She appeared a slutty hussy.

I realised we had better escape the window; it was either the vinyl bench or the stretcher bed in the corner.

I was depraved. This wasn't the time for nice sex. Screw the bed. Fuck the vinyl bench too.

I yanked her bangs, directing her body where I wanted it, under my control.

"Orrgh, Geez, oh my, yes, yes," she yelped, enjoying my brusque crudeness.

In a flurry, my hands removed her hockey top and sports bra. Krystal's juggettes of creamy flesh greeted my lewd eyes, and my fingers tweaked her hard, elegant, high, pointed pink nipples. Her hockey skirt was disposed of quickly. Her navy compression shorts were frickin skin-hugging, a snug fit, and an effort to yank down, but I was only thinking of her pussy, and her indented starfish as even tighter.

I fondled Krystal's breasts and ran my fingers through her light fuzz.

Peeking, damn, she was a natural blonde.

"Mmm," she moaned as I tweaked her tuff of sandy, crinkled pubes.

"Oh yes, right there," she added as I explored her cleft of wetness.

Then my daughter's bestie was busy, too, releasing my cock from my pants and underwear.

So, there I was, half naked with my shirt still on, while this stunning eighteen-year-old presented fully nude.

She was manipulating her right hand up and down my cock. With the damaged pinkie, her left hand still managed to fondle my balls.

The crafty whorette. 

Two of my fingers were squelching around inside her accommodating pussy. I could feel her tightness and want. I heard her murmuring need.

"Uh, uh, uh!"

I was waylaid from my arse buggerising intent by the equal appeal of her pussy tightness. I pressed her face down into the vinyl and enjoyed looking at her peachy arse cheeks, moist pink labia and stunning light pubes, and I jammed my cock into her girly slit repeatedly and deeply. The instance was sensational.

Krystal's pussy was an awesome cock shaping wonder hole, which made me manic in my thrusting. I mean, I was drilling her hard. I pummelled her. My pelvic bone was grinding happily into her soft arse cheeks. She barely steadied herself by holding the bench edge and spreading her legs wider for her enjoyment, my male need, and her stability.

Fuck it was intense.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," her syrupy lips whimpered.

I could have just creamed her love slit, and we would have both been on cloud nine.

But I was male watching my delight. I observed my cock pound her pussy. I was watching her arse cheeks quiver and wobble. I took in her tiny rear pink opening. Just flexing a bit naturally as I eased out of her pussy to the cusp of her opening before driving into her deep again.

I inspected her arse pucker like a goldfish's mouth; as I screwed her.

Skank Krystal enjoyed her dogging.

Her "Ah, ah, ah's" just flowed.

Her relish directed me to her arse as I assumed she couldn't be an anal virgin.

Such a sweet hole must have been too much of a temptation for some jock at college.

Oh well, I thought, the best arses are usually those nicely broken in.

I withdrew from her sopping coochie. No easy action. God, she was blessedly tight, like a G-string yanked between buttocks.

But her glorious starfish, her slightly parted arsehole, was ripe for the taking, and my cock was stiffy ready for an even snugger body cavity.

So, I spat directly and generously into her shapely rilled balloon knot.

Krystal flinched, shot slightly forward, and pleaded, "Oh, Mr Pearce, not my arse!"

My fingers were left rimming her backdoor perfectly.

I was like a thief seeing the riches in an opening but lacking a bolt cutter.

"Oh, you'll like me, Krystal; trust me," I said.

Thinking the minx was only playing the hard-to-get anal tease.

"No, Mr Pearce, I've never done it," she exclaimed.

Suddenly her arse was even more desirable. So, cock vulnerable. The cache of delight I craved. My cock stirred even stiffer, and that's no easy thing for a maturing guy.

"Well, Krystal, I'll be gentle," and my finger crooked in her puckered treasure trove.

She enjoyed the strange new pleasure sensation.

"Uh-huh, Uh-Huh! Oh my! Oh, friggin' yes!"

Then Krystal purred like a stroked kitten, and I knew the rest would follow. So, it was just for me to make sure it was so deliciously decadent that she would crave an arse filling every time she had sex.

My finger did the prep work. Nicely relaxing her apparent constriction. Her crinkled textured pinkness gave ever so slightly each time I prodded and probed. Wads of spit and a second finger joined as she squirmed and cooed in appreciation.

She discovered the secret pleasures of her arsehole.

She gave the extended sweet cry of delight, "Orrhh!"

Of course, my raging pecker teased the delicate tissue at her arse's rim. It was insanely pleasurable for me, too, on the cusp, neither really in nor out of her promising butthole. I was enjoying the temptation without fully taking it, but I intended to drive her mad for my stiffy.

"Hnggh, Hnggh," she sighed, and her blonde bangs swayed from side to side.

She was young. She couldn't wait as long as I could. Though truthfully, I was at the limit of my cock's endurance, waiting for her begging request for my meat in her arse.

"Oh, Mr Pearce, give it to me, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse now."

An unforgettable tirade of filth from a stunning angel.

The admission guys love to hear.

She was ready.

I was over ready.

Nothing for it but to break in her arse.

Make it memorable for two.

Krystal's tush was nicely compressing, truly enveloping, and a cock squeezing pleasure. Fuck, her butthole was corset-tight. Then I eased in that little deeper and found a goddamn unique space while my dick was compacted at her ringed opening.

It looked amazing. It felt even more amazing.

"F-f-fuck! Oh My God!" yelped the blonde.

By then, I was riding her like a bronco. She embraced the newfound wonder of anal sex with galvanising body energy.

I suspected she wanted it subterranean, and I thrust into her willing arse, ball deep.

"Orrgh! Fuck! Orrgh!" the minx gasped.

I grunted in reply.

Her arse was exquisite as she thrashed like a wild filly, bucking but accepting the final breaking-in. Her whole body engaged with her crack. Her sweet eighteen-year-old mind was utterly captivated by my mature pecker.

The pleasure fixated in both of us to its cascading release. I lewdly took in her gorgeous bum cheeks and her now so accommodating expanded arsehole. There was nothing more either of us required of each other than for me to jizz her bum and watch her starfish flex in happiness as Krystal enjoyed her first anal cream pie.

Geez, we had been at it, and we heard the whistle to end the hockey match. We tidied up in a flurry.

I was only sitting nicely separated, with Krystal on the bench and me on a side chair, as my daughter Robyn came in, game red-cheeked and short-winded but anxious to check on her bestie.

"It's probably broken," Krystal said with her heady sex, flushed smile.

I knew my Robyn was no virgin, and I had that: if she finds out what we did, moment.

"Well, girlfriend, you're laid back for a break," my daughter said, touching the strapping.

I excused myself, "I'll arrange a doctor," and started out the door.

I needed to hide my complicity.

However, I heard Robyn say, "For someone with a snapped pinkie, you look too pleased with yourself."

My daughter — post-hockey puffing — sniffed in air — deeply.

I caught the whiff, too, as I left the medic bay to sort out Krystal's check-up with Jeff — the pungent, musky waft that lingers in an enclosed space after ultra-intense sex.

I didn't look back — the girls could sort that one out.

I was as happy as a guy could be.

After all, we live in any immediate moment — mine lingered awesomely.