Rachel 'S Shaved Pussy Iii


Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Fantasy, Hardcore, Masturbation, Oral-Sex, School
After Kirsty 's political party on Saturday, which had ended with a hole of glorious girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone domicile, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my young brother was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up hand job. That was Sun, meaning Monday was right around the quoin, and that in turn meant schooling. Ordinarily, I would take in looked forward to this prospect with dismay, but now I was eager, because at schooltime I could bump partners to raise my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagery were all well and good - better than that, in fact - but I had no doubt that the real matter would be much more so.
I chose my wear very carefully. I had seen enough teen dramas to roll in the hay how baffling it could turn if I got a reputation for being a ‘ working girl'or ‘ trollop ’, or even just ‘ easy'… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to look demure and chaste most of the sentence, while being able-bodied to turn it on at a moment's observance if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a pleat bird that stopped a couple of in short of the knee… and, daringly, no panty underneath. My cotton shirt could give ear loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my bender, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top.
It took long enough to resolve that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The altogether sunrise was a rush of hard lessons that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful sensation of the open air on my button. I really can't recommend enough the combining of going ranger and wearing a wench. I am surprised I didn't have streamlet of vaginal juice dripping down the inside of my leg from never-ending arousal.
By the prison term we reached tiffin pause, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a couple of snack bars I had brought from home, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific character of guy, in a specific placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other classes of my twelvemonth, around the school, but not given him a second look : a slightly nerdy, mundane child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the ‘ sang-froid crew ’.
When I spotted him hanging around the courtyard, clearly with nothing to do, and stood just where I wanted, I knew I had my luck. Standing in the corridor, far back enough that nonentity else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few minute, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my skirt and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a classical, comical double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a digit on my smiling brim to indicate secrecy, ran my hand sensually down my slope, and gestured with my head for him to watch. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. Straight to the ladies'Adolf Loos, the 1 hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a thunderbolt on the inside of the main door. At the threshold, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my capitulum for him to follow me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few metres behind me.
As soon as he came through, I pushed the doorway to, bedevil the bolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a couple of minute of arc of this, I deemed the sentence was right, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the release of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already firmly penis. He was so shocked by the whole situation that he did nix to stop me.
It was not the great I had ever seen, compared to some of the schlongs I had viewed on the net, but it was fairly ample, and I knew it would experience upright inside me. I went down on my genu, and took him in my mouth.
It was my 1st sentence ever giving head, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My drumhead bobbed up and down, my backtalk first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then spread wide-cut as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn't think it would take much to affect him, and I was right. The very place overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to blast his load down my throat. 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 secondment round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye impinging, and opened my lip, showing his salty seed that I had gathered on my glossa. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his adam's apple bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side of meat 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 hand towards it, hesitated, and brought his paw back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to roll my eyes. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my incision. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in admiration, and started almost unconsciously moving my hips in fourth dimension to his ministrations.
I could gladly have ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own consistency responding to the titillating spot, his member was soon as hard as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sinks were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two sump, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my bozo widely. Then I placed both hands on his articulatio humeri."Well, what are you waiting for ?"I asked huskily."Put it in."
The first words spoken by either of us could deliver broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a quick shape pressing the bulwark of my cunt outwards ! It was incredible, the virtuoso was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the across-the-board smile imaginable, and I leaned forward to pass him an affectionate slew on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight on his shoulders, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a adept, especially once I adapted to the size of it and was able-bodied to take him to the hilt. The tactile property of his tomentum of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a little extra titillation, like a trace of spiciness in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his pelvic girdle in clock 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 hold him by the pelvic girdle and slow him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A look of blind panic crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to withdraw entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never excogitate something so vicious, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a stern glare, softened with my wickedest grin, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a slow tempo. His thickly meat pushed in and out of my eager slit, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The footstep increased, our hands all over each early's bodies : cover and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the clitoris ) and bums, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his branch under my armpit, grasped my articulatio humeri from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The ace was astonishing : I don't know what that tiddler did to me, but I could finger him cumming inside me, a flow of fond liquidness at the gate of my cervix uteri. heat and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to go on the intensity of my battle cry down. I gripped him back and rode the high.
His lowering 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 babe."That was secure. 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 string of jizz, a few column inch down.
I looked him straight in the centre."I'm not your girlfriend,"I began sternly."We are not a yoke. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to clean up my dame, and I knew he had a great eyeshot of my pussy rim, with his ashen semen just starting to leak out. From that position, I turned around to expect at him, and was delighted to see the pass expression of awe on his facial expression."If you do everything rightfulness, I may let you have another go some time."I wiggled my pert bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a single other bread and butter person, you have no opportunity. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your Charles Herbert Best friend, not your mother, not your non-Christian priest, nobody. This happens in private, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my voice, with a whip-crack on the final syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not severalise. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalling, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up the good deal around my jetty. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my hairsbreadth 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 Good Book. Don't public lecture to me. Don't even look at me. Your chance of access to my pretty lilliputian slit ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep your back talk. Shut."Then I swung the latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly bounder as soon as I got out, making trusted that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another couple of turnings after that, just in case he thought to abide by me. When I picked up my bag and checked my earpiece, it was no more than 5 minutes before lunch's end, so I hurried to my first afternoon class.

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That evening, in a ado of WhatsApp messages, the organization were made for Kirsty to come over to mine, ostensibly to help each early with homework. As soon as the door was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage bosoms heaving, our brim locked, our finger on each former's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our clothes flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 position, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to gain purchase and lifted my head up to browse on her slit, and her yearn blonde hair brushed my privileged thigh as her knife plunged between my folds. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just…"You taste different,"I said.
"So do you,"her voice came back from beyond my hips. 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 flavour of manful ejaculate mixed in with her feminine musk.
"That's such a easing,"she said."I was worried you might think we were going steady or something, and I really want to screw lots of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our mouths were occupied by things former than speaking. The intriguing taste was soon washed out by my spittle, but I delighted in probing out the remaining trace of it that hid between folds and under fluttering. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my search too, judging by her squeals when my clapper delved particularly deep. Not that I had much care left to devote to my early signified, near of it being taken up by the tremendous flavour she was causing between my own legs.
My questing natural language must have done the antic, because she came slightly before I did. I got a spellbind close-up panorama of her cunt impulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lubricant coated my face. Before I could clear my eyes, my own sexual climax overtook me, and I could not balk pressing the back of her head into my private parts for maximum incursion at the final examination moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a spell, gasping, staring at my dull, pearl ceiling.
"So who was it ?"I heard her ask.
I knew exactly what she meant."Daniel Whittaker,"I answered."nonentity 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 shocked intimation."The P.E. teacher ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her lop belly, across her generous chest to the wickedest smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to get wind,"I said, resting my head back in her lap."William Tell me all about it."
"Well, ever since we shaved, I just do it touching myself. I'm guessing it's the same for you. It's just so placid and silky, then so slick, and then… well, orgasms are the best !"Her hand strayed towards her fork, but I pushed it aside and put my own fingertips to work.
"Mmmm,"she moaned, before continuing."The trouble is that, at school, there aren't many opportunities to do that without being noticed. A duad of prison term, I caught myself starting up without thinking, and had to cool down off before anyone noticed. By lunch period, when I headed off to one of the loos near the art building, I was ready to detonate. In fact, I think I almost did : another young lady 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 next clip,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might have nodded her light-haired chief again ; I could not see from where I was."In any grammatical case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the side by side lesson, so I was raring to go again when the lastly 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 gladiolus our plot uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my genitals was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey control stick, shorts riding up to show their camel-toes and their hind end wafture at me. My psyche was wide of epitome of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any nasty hair."Her hand reached out and touched my own bald groin.
"At the end of the lesson - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the shower bath late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my horse sense would bear overloaded and I would feature come right there. Just the last few was enough that I couldn't resist touching myself. I stayed in there as I heard them all leave, letting the water slide down my body, and rubbing my clit.
"I was well on the way when I realized someone was still there, at the bound of the cascade. Mr Adams was watching me, and he could see that I was masturbating. Except I didn't want to break, so I carried on. I kept expecting him to cut off me, but he kept watching. I started playing up to it, giving him a display, moaning tacky 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 hug drug. Do you like what you see ? Why don't you come and land up me off ?'He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. ‘ Come on in. There's cypher else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few minute 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 arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my pussy, and his fingers felt so safe 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 somebody else touching me was a actual thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my backrest against his chest for a while, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the waistband of his boxershorts. I didn't want to move too practically and reposition his fantastic fingers, but the panorama of the future level was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his trunks and underwear dropped. The touch of his marrow springing out and pressing against my spine was so scheme, I just had to turn around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to think the burly PE teacher unclothed.
Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, center immense and glistening."Oh yeah. I think I even gasped when I saw it. Then he lifted me up bodily, pushed me against the tiled rampart, and planted me down onto the end of his shaft. The flavour of it sliding in, spreading my pussy wide was just… wow. Just wow.
"And say what you like about him, he's properly strong. I think he spends a lot of time in the school gym outside class-times. My foundation weren't even touching the base, so I wrapped them around his waistline and started moving my hips. I tried to aid, but he really did virtually of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arms raised and lowered me, while his hips jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could have kept that form of exertion up, but he kept going for minute after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, occupy my cunt, and how bully 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 often he wanted to fill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ mettle inside me !'And he did. He planted his lips on mine and stuck his tongue down my pharynx, then I felt his knob pulse, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her chronicle had seriously aroused me, and I could tell that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were make to go again, but first I wanted to clear up one thing."This was all in the showers, right ? So didn't his semen wash off ? Why was it that I could still try out it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that ejaculation, it was the succeeding 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 men and knees, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse cavalry, pounding his hawkshaw into me, his balls slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, right there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory board, and taken it upon myself to thrash her across the telephone circuit. The mentation of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth cutis over and over again, right on the spot where my clapper was making its assault, should not experience 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 rear, leaving me almost 2-dimensional on my straw man on the bench. I suppose he liked the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blonde hair's-breadth waving back and Forth River with the rhythm of his fucking.
"His helping hand were all over me, rubbing my pussy sass and asshole, grabbing my pelvic arch, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my pap under my shirt. Ugh, yeah. I was about to cry out at the end - ooohhhh - when he covered my mouth with his palm. I could… Yes, yes ! I could smell my fresh slit juice on his fingers !"She grabbed the back of my point."And then he, he, OH shag Rachel, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming again !"
She didn't need to enjoin me, I could feel her vagina pulse and clenching on my backtalk, pressed up against it, smearing my mentum and cheeks with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious thorax heave like ocean wafture. She was dumb for a tenacious while.
"And then he spunked, and left me,"she continued."Just blasted my cervix with his sperm, pulled out, planted a candy kiss on the back of my cervix, took a mysterious breath with his intrude buried in my hairsbreadth, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my coming. I must have lain there for a full 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my arse in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and cooling system in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my armpit. If anyone had wandered in, they would have got quite a hatful. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for gibe like that of teenaged girl like us, and it might give birth been nice to throw someone a talent like that, at no cost to me."I genuinely could not tell for sure whether she was joking."Then I realized the prison term, gathered my hooey and came straight here. ”
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