FALLON REVS

Introducing the stellar sylph who knows no body boundaries

I came home my surreptitious way. I was being sneaky. Devious and sly. I was heading extra slutty this afternoon.

There is nothing more compelling for a recently turned eighteen-year-old, rich bitch private — all girls' college— lass like myself than parental off-limits, naughty high school dropout older boy with a souped-up car and fingers that want to explore your body in delicious ways. 

Yeah, Jarryn wanted more than he was getting in the immediate moment, but he was only minutes away from a life-defining fuck with me. I'm a tramp, and I love it.

Yes, I have a reputation for being a great lay, but sometimes I like the lead-up. I occasionally like the tease, both for the guy and me. The excruciating delay that releases the most incredible sex when I let go after holding on the cusp of smutty finger play between my legs.

I keep guys guessing; keep them ready; make them want you like they have wanted nothing in their lives; above their mates, their cars, their drinking parties, all these wants disappear from their mind when they confront my lips on their cock, get to see my sweet shaved perfection and feel the encasing sheath grip of my moist warm slit.

Then I let them have the lewdest sex they have ever experienced. Other times, it is simply: what the hell? Life is short, and I mount cock without any hesitation anywhere.

We were in the service laneway, in Jarryn's car, after college, behind my exclusive swank inner-city chic home. Jarryn was being allowed in my panties.

I had noticed him with the groundsman; I had overheard he was on work experience. He observed me, too, giving him the wink. We had skirted each other with different partners during the past month at city nightclub venues. We both sensed our time would come.

His car was easily recognisable after school, the pimped machine on the edge of the main staff carpark.I waited, sitting on his bonnet. 

"Ah, Fallon; I wondered," he started.

"Wonder no more; drive; rev me up."

We were in his car and away after a perfect burnout. He left his mark, as he was told not to return the next day. His trial placement was terminated.

Why? I didn't care, and neither did he. We had naughty each other focus.

Now, in the laneway, he was under my hood. Pushing my clit cowl back between his fingers. It was driving him wild with anticipation of what my coochie would be like wrapped around his cock.

Wow, it was heavy petting. I had to put the brakes on it before I lost frickin control. He was suddenly fingering me with total boyish intent, the single finger circle inside me.

He knew pussy geography; he was hopeful of tipping me over the edge right there and then in his car. My college uniform probably did as much work to excite him as my still-hidden shaved delight.

Jarryn touched my satiny, this morning, freshly shaved skin. God, I was smooth down there. He didn't know how much effort I had put into shaving this morning, but boy, even I was impressed by the smoothness.

I had a good look at my deft handiwork with the blade before school, and I had a slight touch around to tease and reward myself, but I really wanted a guy; a new guy; touching me, and here in his car was today boy, Jarryn; just doing what I needed from a dude.

My pussy was making me so happy. I was doing the slight seat writhe as Jarryn eased in deeper. I closed my eyes, really basking in my delicate slit, getting wetter and wetter. The prick moved his finger in and out, each time slightly faster and with added pressure. I knew the tool was experienced with girls, but he knew my rep, too.

Nothing like a slut and stud combining. 

Yeah, he was a filthy bastard. Jarryn had the second finger eased in and spread my soft, tight, girly flesh. He was smearing my wetness up from my crack to my aroused engorged clit.

A girl can only moan in pleasure at the repeated gentle pressure. So, I moaned. Only lightly, but that got Jarryn even more excited.

"Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah!"

Jarryn spilt his fingers and went exploring two ways at once. He was a bad, bad boy, but I wasn't stopping him. 

"Mmm…Mmm," I went as he rimmed my arsehole and dug his other finger deeper into my pussy, then spread my moisture around my balloon knot.

Screw doing any homework. This was the way a girl should spend her afternoon.

I was close to cumming and luxuriated in the selfish experience greedily. Jarryn's cock could wait. Or could it?

I rubbed his cock through his pants. I had his zip undone. I felt the tingle of a 'you beaut' orgasm and decided Jarryn could have his dick sucked off now as a reward.

Mmm; it was a good firm dick, and my guy of the moment really appreciated pecker attention. Well, I was a capable girl down there and took the whole shaft, ball deep.

He went delirious with groans as I teased around his sensitive cock head. He was hard and ready to jizz. I got my hand working his shaft, really tugging up and down. I would get a ball bursting wad flying high out of him.

And I was thinking- straight into my ready mouth. Cum beats gum for flavour, in my opinion.

He had his hand on my head, guiding me back down. He wanted my mouth to finish him off. He wanted my pretty pink lips covered in spunk. Well, okay; I was open to that. 

Well, Jarryn's cock was staying the entire course. He was taking every moment of my fantastic head job suck fest. And to hear a guy groan as he was, well, it made my day.

"Orrgh, yes Fallon! Orrgh!"

His fingers were back under my short school dress. And well, if there's one thing that tips a slut into immediate filthy sex, it's her already over-aroused pussy getting a second round of treatment. My so, so sensitive slit needed filling with spunk.

I was upping the pressure on his cock. Jarryn suddenly flicked back the split seat I was on and moved over closer to me and was up to three fingers, stirring my still-wet slit to demand what it craved; his cock. 

Oh, youthful bodies in cars. The dexterous, cramped realignment of close flesh happens so speedily. There is no restricted space in which you can't have sex.

His cock was under me, poking out of his pants; my panties were pulled to the side underneath my school skirt. That was it. Cock and pussy were pleasure-perfect partners. 

God, he was hard. Wow, he was worth the afternoon wait. Maybe I shouldn't have waited it was that frickin good. Hard, hard cock. Pumping cock. Throbbing pecker. 

I was riding Jarryn in a frenzy of self-seeking delight. My pussy dominated my body. Controlling my mind. Directing my actions. My clit pounded down each time onto his pubic bone. 

His hands were on my arse, raising my body and pussy up and then joining my pounding with a forceful push of my arse down onto his body.

His finger went into my arsehole. I knew it would stray—the dirty bastard.

"You like that, don't you, you slutty tease."

"Ah, yeah, you bastard, get it deeper," I added.

"Like this, you tramp."

"Mmm," was all I managed.

But it felt great. He eased a second finger into my widened back crack, and it added instantly to my pleasure. The only thing better than two fingers in my butthole I thought would be his hard cock.

Jarryn got the surprise of the afternoon. I eased off his cock and repositioned my body higher over his, then got a hand between my legs and eased his pecker into my tight back hole. So tight. So sensitive. It's overwhelming to the self. The bad girls I knew got to enjoy themselves more. Why wait when you can have it all now?

Jarryn was pushing his cock in deeper. I was wriggling and forcing it deeper. My sexual revs were at full throttle; as my arse trussed in enjoyment, his erect snake.

Filled with meat to the max, in my raw, mauled crack.

God, I looked rude down there.

The truth was, I had one of those buttholes that are seemingly designed for cock. Meat deep in my arse got me excited. I wanted to see his cock digging into me. I wanted to see his cock thriving in my arse. I wanted to see his cum ooze out of my arsehole.

He was saying my name repeatedly as he got close to creaming me:

"Fallon; likes her arse creamed. Fallon is a whore. Fallon is my skank bitch."

"Yeah, Jarryn, I'm your whore bitch. I'm your dirty little schoolgirl tart, and you love it."

"Orrhh; orrrhh, "so primal, and he jerked repeatedly, then relaxed with:

"Well, that was all for you, baby."

"Ugh! Ugh!" I gave the best reply.

Yeah, I let the happy prick jizz my arse. I felt great. He would want more of this. Luckily for him, I needed this regularly, and Jarryn looked up for it. His cock would do for a while.

I was relaxed, and college was the last thing on my mind. Then I realised I had frickin piano practice soon. 

I exited Jarryn's car and paused at the passenger window. He would want to know what happened next.

Geez, guys, you fuck them brainless, and they want to know nearly instantly when they are getting their subsequent pecker feed.

"Pick me up behind the gym after school tomorrow; don't be late, or I'll screw the groundsman," was all I said. 

I was thinking maybe as the weather was fine, he was getting his dick worked up in the local dunes, but I had music practice soon. 

How the fuck could I concentrate on that with my wet panties and cum still seeping out of my arsehole as I pressed the security PIN at the service entry; oddly, the back gate wasn't secure. 

It wasn't locked.

Stiff, I thought; not my problem. 

My slim, sexy body sauntered up the path light as air. 

Outwardly a sylph, I let males think me empty-minded if they unthinkingly chose, while my sensual ego-rich thoughts remain mine, hidden from them.

 I had a piano lesson to prepare for; however, I needed clean panties immediately as I headed through our lush back garden across the perfectly manicured lawn, around the pool, and to the kitchen door.