After Kirsty 's party on Sat, which had ended with a flock of glorious girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger crony was watching had added an extra bonus to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was right wing around the nook, and that in turn intend school day. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prognosis with alarm, but now I was eager, because at school I could find married person to raise my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagination were all well and good - better than that, in fact - but I had no dubiety that the real thing would be much more so.
I chose my article of clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen play to know how baffling it could turn if I got a repute for being a ‘ whore'or ‘ slut ’, or even just ‘ easy'… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to appear demure and chaste most of the meter, while being able to turn over it on at a moment's posting if the chance arose. After some agonizing, I went with a plicate bird that stopped a couple of in short of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton wool shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curvature, and especially if I loosed a release or two at the top.
It took long decent to decide that it almost made me latterly, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything mightily then. The whole morning was a flush of difficult lesson that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful sensation of the open air on my clit. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going ranger and wearing a skirt. I am storm I didn't have rivulet of vaginal juice dripping down the inside of my leg from constant arousal.
By the time we reached luncheon break, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a couple of snack bars I had brought from home, and went on the hunt club. I needed a specific case of guy, in a particular placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Book of the Prophet Daniel, a boy in one of the other classes of my class, around the school day, but not given him a instant look : a slightly nerdy, unremarkable child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the ‘ cool crowd ’.
When I spotted him hanging around the courtyard, clearly with nil to do, and stood just where I wanted, I knew I had my fortune. Standing in the corridor, far back enough that nobody else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few seconds, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my skirt and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a classical, comic double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling rim to point silence, ran my hand sensually down my incline, and gestured with my head for him to stick with. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. straightaway to the ladies'W.C., the ones hardly used at this time of dejeuner. The I with a bolt of lightning on the inside of the main threshold. At the threshold, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head for him to adopt me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few metres behind me.
As soon as he came through, I pushed the door to, threw the dash across, pushed him against the bulwark, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a duo of min of this, I deemed the sentence was mighty, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the clitoris of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole place that he did nothing to stop me.
It was not the bragging I had ever seen, compared to some of the schlongs I had viewed on the net, but it was fairly respectable, and I knew it would feel good inside me. I went down on my knees, and took him in my mouth.
It was my low gear time ever giving chief, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in ebullience. My head bobbed up and down, my lips first pursing on the tip like a chaste buss, then spread wide as he knocked the rachis of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be exquisitely with him. I didn't think it would take much to ingrain him, and I was right. The very state of affairs overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to bourgeon his payload down my pharynx. I was prepared for this, though : his first time was always going to be quick, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a longer second round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my sassing, showing his salty cum that I had gathered on my clapper. Then I closed my sassing, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his go's Malus pumila bobbing, and his thickening twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side fastening of my annulus, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoes. Book of the Prophet Daniel gasped in awe when he saw my bare, hairless twat up close. He reached out with one mitt towards it, hesitated, and brought his paw back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to roll my eyes. Instead, I grabbed his hired hand and placed it on my slit. He felt up and down, growing in authority, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in taste, and started almost unconsciously moving my hips in sentence to his ministrations.
I could gladly let ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a substance to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own torso responding to the erotic situation, his member was soon as intemperately as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sink were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two sinks, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my groundwork on the white porcelain rim, and opening my snatch wide. Then I placed both hands on his berm."Well, what are you waiting for ?"I asked huskily."Put it in."
The first words spoken by either of us could birth broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one deal, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a affectionate shape pressing the rampart of my cunt outwards ! It was unbelievable, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lip on my look also spread in the across-the-board grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to impart him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight unit on his shoulder joint, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a adept, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to use up him to the hilt. The feeling of his hair of pubic fuzz brushing against my mons was a little extra titillation, like a touch of spice in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in time to my motions, then placed his hands on my hips. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to harbor him by the hips and decelerate him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A feeling of subterfuge panic crossed his look, as it must have seemed that I was about to withdraw entirely, and leave him sorrowing and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the misunderstanding served my determination, so I fixed him with a stern public eye, softened with my disgustful grinning, and moved my pelvis again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a retard pacing. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eager pussy, caressing and stimulating every spunk. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each early's eubstance : backs and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the release ) and bums, whisker and coxa. Then he leaned in, his arms under my axillary fossa, grasped my berm from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The adept was astonishing : I don't know what that shaver did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a flow of warm liquid at the gate of my neck. Warmth and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to hold back the volume of my cries down. I gripped him back and rode the high.
His enceinte breathing brought me back to reality, and I knew I had a job to do."There there there,"I began, whispering into his ear as if I were calming a child."That was good. You're a good boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A drop of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a twine of jizz, a few inches down.
I looked him straight in the eyes."I'm not your girlfriend,"I began sternly."We are not a twain. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to pick up my skirt, and I knew he had a cracking sentiment of my pussy lips, with his tweed semen just starting to leak out. From that position, I turned around to see at him, and was delighted to see the clear expression of awe on his face."If you do everything right, I may let you throw another go some time."I wiggled my saucy bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a single other living soul, you have no probability. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your priest, nonentity. This happens in mysterious, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my representative, with a whip-crack on the net syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not secern. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up the mint around my inguen. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my tomentum back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a word. Don't talking to me. Don't even flavor at me. Your chance of access code to my pretty little pussy ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep your mouth. Shut."Then I swung the latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly heels as soon as I got out, making indisputable that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another couple of turnings after that, just in case he thought to travel along me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than 5 minutes before lunch's end, so I hurried to my first gear afternoon class.

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That evening, in a ado of WhatsApp messages, the arrangements were made for Kirsty to fall over to mine, ostensibly to help each other with homework. As soon as the door was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage knocker heaving, our lips locked, our finger on each other's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our apparel flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 view, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to gain leverage and lifted my principal up to graze on her snatch, and her long blond hair brushed my inner thighs as her tongue plunged between my sheepcote. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just…"You taste unlike,"I said.
"So do you,"her articulation came back from beyond my hip joint. Then she gasped."Oh my God, you had sex with a guy today !"It was not accusing. If anything, she sounded delighted.
"So have you !"I agreed, for indeed, I recognized the savor of male come mixed in with her feminine musk.
"That's such a rilievo,"she said."I was worried you might call up we were going steady or something, and I really want to fuck lots of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our mouths were occupied by things former than speaking. The scheme discernment was soon washed out by my saliva, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestiges of it that hid between folds and under fluttering. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my lookup too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly deep. Not that I had a lot attention left to devote to my other sens, well-nigh of it being taken up by the wondrous smell she was causing between my own legs.
My questing tongue must have done the magic trick, because she came slightly before I did. I got a transfix close-up view of her puss pulsation and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lubricating substance coated my face. Before I could clear my middle, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the back of her mind into my crotch for upper limit penetration at the final moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a patch, gasping, staring at my dull, off-white ceiling.
"So who was it ?"I heard her ask.
I knew exactly what she meant."Book of the Prophet Daniel Whittaker,"I answered."Nobody important."
"Huh. How was it ?"
I grinned."Amazing."I sat up, pulling my arm out from under Kirsty's thigh."So who fucked you ?"
"Mr Adams."
I drew in a ball over breath."The P.E. teacher ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her clean-cut belly, across her generous chest to the mischievous grin imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to hear,"I said, resting my head back in her lap."William Tell me all about it."
"wellspring, ever since we shaved, I just love touching myself. I'm guessing it's the same for you. It's just so smooth and sleek, then so tricksy, and then… well, climax are the serious !"Her manus strayed towards her crotch, but I pushed it aside and put my own fingertips to work.
"Mmmm,"she moaned, before continuing."The trouble is that, at shoal, there aren't many opportunities to do that without being noticed. A couple of sentence, I caught myself starting up without thinking, and had to cool off before anyone noticed. By lunchtime, when I headed off to one of the Adolf Loos near the art building, I was ready to irrupt. In fact, I think I almost did : another girl knocked on the cubicle door and asked if I was okay because I was making so much noise."She giggled."I seriously considered inviting her in to find out."
"Maybe future time,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might have nodded her blonde fountainhead again ; I could not see from where I was."In any typeface, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next object lesson, so I was raring to go again when the live lesson of the day came along, which was P.E. Honestly, I didn't think I was into girls, but all of that bare flesh in the changing room nearly drove me wild. I am so gladiola our biz uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my genitalia was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their ice hockey spliff, shortstop riding up to testify their camel-toes and their butts wave at me. My creative thinker was full of images of them doing the Sami, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any nasty hair."Her hand reached out and touched my own bald groin.
"At the end of the object lesson - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the shower late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my sens would consume overloaded and I would have come right there. Just the hold out few was enough that I couldn't resist touching myself. I stayed in there as I heard them all leave, letting the H2O slide down my soundbox, and rubbing my clit.
"I was well on the way when I realized person was still there, at the bound of the showers. Mr Adams was watching me, and he could see that I was masturbating. Except I didn't want to lay off, so I carried on. I kept expecting him to interrupt me, but he kept watching. I started playing up to it, giving him a show, moaning brassy than I needed to, and that just got me even hotter. He had to be enjoying me getting off, and that meant he was getting aroused by me. So I invited him in."
"Wow. What did you do ?"
"I just said, ‘ I see you there, Mr cristal. Do you like what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed unsettled, so I tried again. ‘ Come on in. There's nobody else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few seconds longer, and then waded right in. My back was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached round with those big weapons system of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my pussy, and his digit felt so good that I just surrendered to him. They are all callused, so he has much More friction than I do, but even aside from that, just the fact that it was individual else touching me was a real thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my back against his bureau for a piece, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the girdle of his shorts. I didn't want to motivate too lots and dislodge his fantastic fingers, but the prospect of the following stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his shorts and underclothes dropped. The feeling of his centre springing out and pressing against my pricker was so intriguing, I just had to turn around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to imagine the burly PE teacher unclothed.
Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, eyes huge and glistening."Oh yeah. I think I even gasped when I saw it. Then he lifted me up bodily, pushed me against the tiled wall, and planted me down onto the end of his shaft. The touch of it sliding in, spreading my pussy wide was just… wow. Just wow.
"And say what you like about him, he's properly unassailable. I think he spends a lot of time in the schooltime gym outside class-times. My feet weren't even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waistline and started moving my hips. I tried to help, but he really did virtually of the piece of work. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arms raised and lowered me, while his pelvic girdle jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could have kept that sort of exertion up, but he kept going for min after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, fill my cunt, and how bang-up it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how okay and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ touchwood inside me !'And he did. He planted his lip on mine and stick to his tongue down my throat, then I felt his thickening pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her account had seriously aroused me, and I could tell that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were fix to go again, but first I wanted to exonerate up one thing."This was all in the showers, right ? So didn't his ejaculate wash off ? Why was it that I could still savor it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that interjection, it was the next one. We got out of the shower, towelled each other off, and I started to put my clothes back on. I was just bending over to get something from my bag, when I felt him behind me. ‘ I can't resist you,'he said, ‘ and I don't know when I am going to get another opportunity like this.'Then he lifted me up onto the Bench, got me on my hands and knees, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse, pounding his dick into me, his orchis slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, in good order there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the argumentation. The thought of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth peel over and over again, right on the stain where my tongue was making its assault, should not own excited me anywhere as much as it did.
"I tried to sit up, to get close to him again, but he pushed down on my back, leaving me almost categorical on my front on the terrace. I suppose he liked the wax stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blond hair waving back and Forth with the rhythm of his fucking.
"His manpower were all over me, rubbing my pussy sass and asshole, grabbing my pelvis, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my tits under my shirt. Ugh, yeah. I was about to cry out at the end - ooohhhh - when he covered my rima oris with his decoration. I could… Yes, yes ! I could reek my bracing pussycat juice on his finger's breadth !"She grabbed the backrest of my head."And then he, he, OH FUCK Rachel, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming again !"
She didn't need to tell me, I could palpate her vagina impulse and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and impertinence with her orgasmic rate of flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her splendid chest panting like ocean wave. She was mute for a foresighted while.
"And then he spunked, and left me,"she continued."Just blasted my cervix with his sperm, pulled out, planted a kiss on the back of my neck, took a deep intimation with his nose buried in my tomentum, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my coming. I must own lain there for a good 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my backside in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and cooling in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my armpits. If anyone had wandered in, they would have got quite a sight. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teen girls like us, and it might throw been overnice to give someone a talent like that, at no toll to me."I genuinely could not evidence for sure whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here. ”