After Kirsty 's political party on Saturday, which had ended with a plenty of glorious girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger chum was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up jacking off. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was powerful around the corner, and that in turn mean school. Ordinarily, I would let looked forward to this candidate with dismay, but now I was eager, because at schoolhouse I could discover partners to heighten my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My digit and imagination were all well and beneficial - better than that, in fact - but I had no doubt that the real thing would be much more so.
I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teenaged dramas to know how elusive it could become if I got a report for being a ‘ whore'or ‘ hussy ’, or even just ‘ easy'… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste most of the time, while being able to move around it on at a moment's notice if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a plicate dame that stopped a span of inches little of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton wool shirt could hang relax, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curve, 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 rightfulness then. The whole morning was a rush of difficult lessons that took all my density, and I almost forgot about the rattling virtuoso of the open air on my clitoris. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a chick. I am surprised I didn't have rivulets of vaginal succus dripping down the inside of my leg from unceasing arousal.
By the sentence we reached dejeuner rupture, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a span of snack taproom I had brought from home, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific eccentric of guy, in a specific 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 year, around the school day, but not given him a second 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 nothing to do, and stood just where I wanted, I knew I had my chance. 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 definitive, comical double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a fingerbreadth on my smiling lips to indicate quiet, ran my hand sensually down my English, and gestured with my head for him to take after. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. straightaway to the lady'loos, the ones hardly used at this fourth dimension of dejeuner. The single with a bolt on the inside of the briny door. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my chief for him to keep abreast me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few cadence behind me.
As soon as he came through, I pushed the threshold to, shake off the bolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a couple of minutes of this, I deemed the sentence was right, and my hired hand went to his waistband. I undid the button of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard member. He was so shocked by the whole post that he did nothing to turn back me.
It was not the biggest 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 feel good inside me. I went down on my stifle, and took him in my mouth.
It was my maiden time ever giving head, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in ebullience. My head bobbed up and down, my sass first pursing on the tip like a chaste candy kiss, then pass around wide-eyed as he knocked the rachis of my pharynx. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be very well with him. I didn't think it would take much to impress him, and I was right. The very post overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to bourgeon his load down my pharynx. I was prepared for this, though : his first time was always going to be quickly, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a yearner second round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact lens, and opened my mouth, showing his salty seeded player that I had gathered on my tongue. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his adam's apple bobbing, and his thickening twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side holdfast of my doll, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoes. Book of 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 deal back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to roll my heart. Instead, I grabbed his helping hand and placed it on my dent. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in grasp, and started almost unconsciously moving my rose hip in time to his ministrations.
I could gladly make ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic situation, 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 cesspool, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my pussy astray. Then I placed both paw on his shoulders."Well, what are you waiting for ?"I asked huskily."Put it in."
The first news spoken by either of us could give broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one handwriting, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could sense it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the walls of my pussy outwards ! It was unbelievable, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the brim on my face also spread in the widest grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weightiness on his shoulder, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a superstar, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to take him to the hilt. The flavour of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a short extra titillation, like a breath of spice in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in fourth dimension to my movement, then placed his men on my pelvic girdle. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the employment. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to take for him by the hips and slack him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the object lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A look of blind terror 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 contemplate something so cruel, but the misunderstanding served my purpose, so I fixed him with a keister glare, softened with my wickedest smiling, and moved my hip joint again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a dim tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my bore pussy, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in Eden. The pace increased, our helping hand all over each other's organic structure : binding and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the buttons ) and bums, hair and rosehip. Then he leaned in, his limb under my armpit, grasped my shoulder joint from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hairsbreadth at my shoulder.
The sensory faculty was astonishing : I don't know what that shaver did to me, but I could sense him cumming inside me, a flow of warm liquidness at the gate of my uterine cervix. lovingness and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to keep the volume of my outcry down. I gripped him back and drive the high.
His impenetrable 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 infant."That was honest. You're a salutary boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening phallus slipped out of me to advert, slightly pitifully. A fall of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a drawstring of jizz, a few inches down.
I looked him straight in the heart."I'm not your lady friend,"I began sternly."We are not a duet. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to pick up my skirt, and I knew he had a neat view of my twat lips, with his white semen just starting to leak out. From that view, I turned around to face at him, and was delighted to see the clear formula of awe on his face."If you do everything right, I may let you have another go some time."I wiggled my irreverent bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a single former living psyche, you have no probability. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your skilful booster, not your mother, not your priest, cipher. This happens in mysterious, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my part, with a whip-crack on the final syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not enjoin. I had him wrapped around my finger's breadth. I wandered over to one of the lavatory stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some throne paper and quickly wiped up the plenty around my groin. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my chick, brushed my pilus back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper youth lady.
At the threshold, I turned back once more."Remember, not a word. Don't talking to me. Don't even look at me. Your chance of access to my pretty lilliputian 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 sure that I was round the niche before he exited, and made another couple of turning after that, just in case he thought to succeed me. When I picked up my bag and checked my earphone, it was no more than 5 minute of arc before lunch's end, so I hurried to my first afternoon class.

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That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp messages, the arrangements were made for Kirsty to do over to mine, ostensibly to help each other with homework. As soon as the doorway was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage bosoms heaving, our lip locked, our fingers on each other's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our clothes flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 situation, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to acquire purchase and lifted my head up to graze on her snatch, and her prospicient blonde whisker brushed my inner second joint as her lingua plunged between my folding. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just…"You taste unlike,"I said.
"So do you,"her voice came back from beyond my rose hip. 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 male ejaculate mixed in with her feminine musk.
"That's such a relief,"she said."I was worried you might think 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 matter other than speaking. The intriguing taste was soon washed out by my spit, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestiges of it that hid between sheep pen and under dither. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my hunt too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly oceanic abyss. Not that I had much care left to devote to my former senses, nearly of it being taken up by the wonderful feelings she was causing between my own legs.
My questing spit must have done the caper, because she came slightly before I did. I got a fascinate close-up panorama of her pussy impulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lubricant coated my aspect. Before I could clear my heart, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the back of her head into my genital organ for maximum penetration at the final moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a while, gasping, staring at my dull, off-white ceiling.
"So who was it ?"I heard her ask.
I knew exactly what she meant."Book of Daniel Whittaker,"I answered."Nobody important."
"Huh. How was it ?"
I grinned."Amazing."I sat up, pulling my arm out from under Kirsty's second joint."So who fucked you ?"
"Mr Adams."
I drew in a shocked breath."The P.E. instructor ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her cut down belly, across her generous chest to the repellent grin imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to get wind,"I said, resting my top dog back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"Well, ever since we shaved, I just enjoy touching myself. I'm guessing it's the same for you. It's just so bland and silky, then so dodgy, and then… well, orgasms are the best !"Her hand strayed towards her crotch, but I pushed it aside and put my own fingertips to work.
"Mmmm,"she moaned, before continuing."The problem is that, at school, there aren't many opportunity to do that without being noticed. A duet of times, I caught myself starting up without cerebration, and had to cool off before anyone noticed. By lunchtime, when I headed off to one of the loos near the art edifice, I was ready to explode. In fact, I think I almost did : another girlfriend knocked on the carrel door and asked if I was okay because I was making so a great deal noise."She giggled."I seriously considered inviting her in to find out."
"Maybe future sentence,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might take in nodded her blonde mind again ; I could not see from where I was."In any typeface, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next lesson, so I was raring to go again when the last lesson of the day came along, which was P.E. Honestly, I didn't think I was into miss, but all of that bare flesh in the changing room nearly drove me baseless. I am so glad our games uniforms don't show up wet well, because my private parts was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey peg, shorts riding up to testify their camel-toes and their stub wafture at me. My intellect was full of trope of them doing the Lapplander, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any nasty hair."Her hired man reached out and stir my own bald groin.
"At the end of the object lesson - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the exhibitioner late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my senses would have overloaded and I would have come right there. Just the live 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 boundary of the showers. Mr Adam was watching me, and he could see that I was masturbating. Except I didn't want to stop, so I carried on. I kept expecting him to disturb me, but he kept watching. I started playing up to it, giving him a show, moaning louder 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 Adams. Do you care what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed incertain, 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 vertebral column was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached circle with those big arms of his, placed one on my paunch, and the other on my cunt, and his fingers felt so serious 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 someone else touching me was a substantial thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my vertebral column against his thorax for a while, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the cincture of his short pants. I didn't want to move too much and dislodge his terrific fingerbreadth, but the prospect of the adjacent stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his shorts and underwear dropped. The feeling of his pith springing out and pressing against my spur was so intriguing, I just had to wrick around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to conceive of the husky PE teacher unclothed.
Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, eyes Brobdingnagian and glistening."Oh yeah. I think I even gasped when I saw it. Then he lifted me up bodily, pushed me against the tile wall, and planted me down onto the end of his shot. The flavor of it sliding in, spreading my pussy wide of the mark 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 animal foot weren't even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waistline and started moving my hip. I tried to aid, but he really did most of the workplace. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arm raised and lowered me, while his hips jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could have kept that kind of sweat up, but he kept going for minute after bit, while I encouraged him, telling him to get laid me, sate my cunt, and how large it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how ticket and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fulfill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ Spunk inside me !'And he did. He planted his sass on mine and cling 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, powerful 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 ready to go again, but for the first time I wanted to clear up one affair."This was all in the cascade, right ? So didn't his semen wash off ? Why was it that I could still smack it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that ejaculation, 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 handwriting and stifle, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse, pounding his dick into me, his musket ball slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, mighty there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory, and taken it upon myself to lap up her across the billet. The thought of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth pelt over and over again, right on the blot where my tongue was making its ravishment, should not get excited me anywhere as a good deal as it did.
"I tried to sit up, to get close to him again, but he pushed down on my back, leaving me almost flat on my front on the bench. I suppose he liked the good stretched out vista of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blond tomentum waving back and Forth with the cycle of his fucking.
"His bridge player were all over me, rubbing my snatch backtalk and arsehole, grabbing my rosehip, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my mamilla 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 pussy juice on his fingerbreadth !"She grabbed the back of my head."And then he, he, OH FUCK Rachel, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming again !"
She didn't need to severalise me, I could find her vagina pulsation and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my mentum and cheeks with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious chest heaving like ocean wafture. She was silent for a long 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 breath with his nuzzle buried in my hair, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my orgasm. I must have lain there for a good 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my arse in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and chilling in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my axilla. If anyone had wandered in, they would experience got quite a sight. I almost wish they had : I hear the great unwashed pay a lot for shots like that of teenage daughter like us, and it might have been squeamish to give somebody a gift like that, at no cost to me."I genuinely could not recount for for sure whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and nonsense and came straight here. ”