..........He now settles on my bum hole working his tongue deeper and deeper ---- his fingers are working my G spot so hard and the movement is drivin... my clamped clit into an erupting volcano--- i never want him to stop ......4 fingers are so deep inside my pussy --i feel my lips drag on his fingers as he slides them in and out finger fucking me ---stretched tight i feel him force his thumb in also ---- his whole hand is now deep inside my aching cunt ----i want him to fist me so much --- his. Shit, I thought. I have to be around this bitch without my dad, she will make my life hell.I had school that Friday when he left and went out with some friends that night, so I managed to stay away most of the evening. We went to a couple of pubs around the college. I got pretty wasted and ended up feeling too drunk to stay out so I went home. The house was still and quite when I walked in. The bitch was not even home. I found a note on the kitchen table that she had gone over to her sister and. Whether it was the growing length that galvanized her into action or whether deep in her own thoughts she was already thinking of the request just asked; it didn't matter. She advanced, knelt down and gave his length an erotic lick and then took his cock inch by inch into her mouth and began to suck. "Oh! Fuck, that is nice", he gasped. He pulled her head hard into his groin and just held her, enjoying the pleasure that her mouth was producing.He held her till with a loud gasp he pulled her. Old Cawthorne was probably scrubbing graffiti off a wall somewhere, I hoped. Luckily the door was unlocked. I sidled in and closed it behind me.I had that sense of utter relief and exhaled deeply, once. So you must understand my surprise when I heard a deeper more satisfied air release behind me. Of course I turned around. Cawthorne must have done a Dorian Grey because boy did he look really young.“Well I take it you’re hiding” said the Janitor, who I realised was a sub. A really hot sub. Tall,.