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Lizzy made herself comfortable on the queen sized bed and hit play on the remote. The case had been simply labeled ’03-22-13’ but she’d gotten it out of Eden and Alex’s secret cache, so she figured it was another porn movie. She hadn’t yet been daring enough to use one of the sex toys stashed away alongside the discs; somehow that seemed wrong to her. Maybe she should bring one of her own next time. That thought was erased as the television screen lit up with, not just another porno, but an obviously homemade one starring the Livingstons. “No, this is so wrong,” she murmured, picking up the remote, meaning to hit stop before it went too far. Thumb poised above the button, she struggled with her conscience, eventually unable to look away as Eden and Alex began undressing each other on the very same bed she was now laying on. Transfixed, she slowly undressed with them, touching herself breathlessly as she absently pushed the remote to one side. She was committed now. “What if today is the day? How do I explain… this?” she thought out loud as she wiggled out of her panties, giggling nervously. She felt so naughty. “Maybe she’ll spank me…” That thought fueling her, she began touching herself, starting with her tits as, on screen, a busty brunette in her mid-thirties settled in between her husband’s legs and took his meaty cock in her mouth. “Oh, fuck, this is so wrong,” Lizzy repeated, feeling the fluids in her pussy begin to trickle. She was going to leave evidence of her discretions yet again. The thought made her tremble with lust as she reached between her legs and let out a primal groan. oOo Eden stood in the hallway, listening to the muffled girlish sounds slipping through the door crack. Sighs, moans, whimpers, soft gasps, all very erotic sounding, and moving slowly towards a crescendo. She’d been standing there, an unseen presence, for close to a quarter of an hour while her house sitter worked herself to ecstasy with her fingers, or possibly a toy, on the bed she shared with her husband Alex. Not that she minded. She smiled at the mental picture that presented itself; blonde, blue-eyed, teenage Lizzy propped up on her pillow, her cute little khaki shorts down around one ankle as she furiously fingered herself to orgasm, her thin cotton tee pulled up over her small breasts. She enjoyed the idea enough Acıbadem Escort that she had her own hand inside the waistband of her panties, the top button on her jeans undone, her fingers sliding up and down between the warm, wet folds of her pussy lips as she listened in; a voyeur in her own home. “Oh, yes, mmm, oh,” the girl moaned, the last oh repeated, growing louder and sharper as she pushed herself right to the edge, crying out breathlessly as she climaxed. Eden could only bite her lip at the sound, her own shallow breaths coming quicker and quicker as she forced herself to slow down and stop what she was doing before she too was caught in an embarrassing situation. Lizzy, after all, didn’t need to know that she’s been discovered masturbating by her employer. Regretfully, Eden snuck out of the house just as quietly as she’d snuck in, got back in her car and drove around the corner, parking in the dark spaces between street lights so that she could finish what she’d started. Shutting off the engine, she unzipped her jeans and wiggled them, and her thong, down her hips as far as she dared as she went to work on herself, her pussy drenched from her private little listening party. With the vision of eighteen year old Lizzy sprawled naked on the bed, her firm little titties jiggling as she plunged her fingers in and out of her tight little snatch, it took Eden less than ten minutes to make herself cum so hard she bruised her knees against the dashboard while calling out Lizzy’s name. “Oh, fuck,” she murmured when she was done, slumping back in her seat, drained at the powerful orgasm. She’d been drawn to Lizzy’s heady mixture of innocence and sexuality since she’d had her in her history class at Roosevelt high last year. Fairly bright, good natured, polite, and always smiling or laughing, cute little Lizzy had quickly become, unknowingly, a favorite forbidden fantasy. Eden lifted her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, imagining that it was Lizzy’s pussy she tasted on them instead of her own, resisting the urge to get herself off once more before heading back to school to finish grading papers. The job of house sitter had been somewhat serendipitous. Eden had needed someone at the house to take the delivery of a new dryer a few months prior. A neighbor Acıbadem Escort Bayan had suggested she knew someone trustworthy, her sister’s daughter, and that someone had turned out to be Lizzy. When Eden, and her husband Alex, had returned that evening, they’d discovered that the girl had, instead of simply sitting around watching TV all day, straightened up the house and did the dishes. Impressed, they’d offered her a part time job of house sitter, never really defining it. “Just keep the place from getting out of hand,” Eden had told her. “And really, if you want to just hole up so you can get a little time away from your family, that’s cool, too. Make use of the pool, play video games, whatever.” It had turned out there were unexpected benefits of having Lizzy spending time at the house, something she’d only discovered recently when she’d come home a little early one evening to find the girl a little flushed and anxious. After she’d left, Eden had discovered she’d left a porno in the DVD player in the bedroom and noticed a small wet spot on the quilt that smelled like pussy; Lizzy’s pussy. She’d spent the next hour playing with herself on the bed, head turned to the side so she could inhale the erotic scent, eyes closed as she imagined herself extending her tongue and lapping at the young girl’s soft, warm, teenage cunt. She came three times before straightening up the bed, putting away the disc and getting dinner started for when Alex came home. She never said a single word to Lizzy about the incident much to the girl’s obvious relief. Still, she never forgot it either, leading her to this this afternoon’s unannounced visit, catching her in the act… oOo Lizzy giggled, watching Mrs. Livingston pull away from the house through the curtains in the upstairs master bedroom. She was fairly certain her former teacher had at least heard her performance this time. Why else would she have come home, tried to sneak in the house unseen, and then left as soon as she’d been done cumming on her bed? What she thought of it, of course, was the mystery. Had she been embarrassed? Disgusted? Turned on? Worrying at her lip, she figured that if she’d been outraged, she’d have confronted her rather than silently slipping off again. That she’d spent a good fifteen minutes or Escort Acıbadem so in the house, presumably most of it within audible range of the bedroom (she knew this for a fact, having heard her stealthy footsteps on the stairs, waiting until she was sure that she was headed for the bedroom before resuming playing with herself). Breathing hard at the thought of her rash act having been witnessed, she let the blinds sway closed once again, hidden from the outside world by two lengths of fabric. She was naked, her clothes strewn carelessly on the quilt covering the bed surrounding the indentation of her body. The room smelled faintly of sex. Once again, she let her imagination carry her on a journey, picturing Mrs. Livingston walking in on her, blushing at the mere thought of being caught finger fucking herself on her bed, wondering if her former teacher would lecture her or, and she moaned at the idea stroking her wonderfully aching clit as she did, would she join her? She’d already orgasmed three separate times today imagining the woman pinning her to the bed, perhaps, and kissing her. Taking off all her clothes and straddling her face, commanding her to lick her pussy until she screamed with pleasure. Forcing her thighs open and pushing her face into her nasty little pussy, sucking on her clit until she was torn in two with pleasure and then spanking her for being a very naughty girl. That’s what she’d been ever since High School. She’d wanted Mrs. Livingston to make her do bad things. And now, with the possibility so temptingly near, she could hardly control herself any longer. She came again, this time collapsing to the floor, her fingers covered in her own secretions until finally, she got herself under control. She carefully straightened out the bed like she always did, and cleaned up after herself. Then, before leaving, thinking she’d go down stairs and try to pretend that she hadn’t been misbehaving, she took Mrs. Livingston’s pillow, lay down on top of it, and rubbed her pussy all over it. Giggling breathlessly, she fled the scene of the crime before she could come to her senses and regret her foolishness. oOo That night, Eden lay in bed with the lights out, her husband snoring softly beside her, breathing raggedly as she stroked her clit, the unmistakable aroma of Lizzy’s sex filling her senses as she buried her face in the pillow sheet. When she eventually came, she sunk her teeth into the pillow to keep from calling out her name. oOo She’d been anticipating Eden all afternoon, getting all the house work that was expected of her done in a hurry so that she could take her time in the bedroom.

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