Rachel 'S Shaved Kitty-Cat Iii


Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Fantasy, Hardcore, Masturbation, Oral-Sex, School
After Kirsty 's company on Saturday, which had ended with a mess of resplendent girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home plate, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger crony was watching had added an supernumerary fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was proper around the corner, and that in turn have in mind school. Ordinarily, I would suffer looked forward to this prognosis with alarm, but now I was eager, because at school I could find mate to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagination were all well and goodness - 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 play to live how problematic it could become if I got a report for being a ‘ whore'or ‘ adulteress ’, or even just ‘ promiscuous'… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste most of the time, while being able to turn it on at a instant's notice if the chance arose. After some agonizing, I went with a pleated annulus that stopped a pair of inch short of the knee… and, daringly, no step-in underneath. My cotton shirt could hang let loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a release or two at the top.
It took long enough to make up one's mind that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right hand then. The whole sunrise was a rushing of difficult lessons that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful mavin of the unfastened air on my clitoris. I really can't recommend enough the compounding of going commando and wearing a annulus. I am surprise I didn't have runnel of vaginal juice dripping down the interior of my leg from constant arousal.
By the metre we reached lunch break, I was not waiting any tenacious. I wolfed down a distich of collation cake I had brought from habitation, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific case of guy, in a specific placing for my low gear mental test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the early family of my yr, around the school, but not given him a second flavor : a slightly nerdy, everyday youngster. While being by no means a outcast, he had few booster, and was well outside the ‘ cool gang ’.
When I spotted him hanging around the courtyard, clearly with nothing to do, and stood just where I wanted, I knew I had my opportunity. Standing in the corridor, far back plenty that nobody else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few second, 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 present moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling mouth to indicate silence, ran my hand sensually down my face, and gestured with my head teacher for him to keep abreast. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. heterosexual to the dame'closet, the ones hardly used at this meter of lunch. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the main door. At the threshold, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head 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 door to, cast the bolt across, pushed him against the bulwark, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a couple of minutes of this, I deemed the fourth dimension was right, and my hands went to his cincture. I undid the clitoris of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already difficult penis. He was so shocked by the whole spot that he did aught to stop 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 sizable, and I knew it would palpate good inside me. I went down on my knee, and took him in my mouth.
It was my starting time time ever giving head, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in ebullience. My headspring bobbed up and down, my back talk first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then spread wide as he knocked the vertebral column of my pharynx. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn't think it would contain much to shanghai him, and I was right. The very situation overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to photograph his load down my pharynx. I was prepared for this, though : his foremost 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 retentive second round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my mouth, showing his salty seed 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 knob twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side fastening of my skirt, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled skid. 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 hand back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to wind my eyes. Instead, I grabbed his handwriting and placed it on my twat. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in appreciation, and started almost unconsciously moving my hips in meter to his ministrations.
I could gladly hold ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a substance to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic situation, his member was soon as difficult 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 sinks, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my pes on the ashen porcelain rim, and opening my twat wide. Then I placed both manpower 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 have broken the piece, 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 feel it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the wall of my slit outwards ! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the backtalk on my face also spread in the widest smiling imaginable, and I leaned forward to kick in him an affectionate peck on the face. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight on his shoulder, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sense datum, especially once I adapted to the sizing and was able to take on him to the hilt. The spirit of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons pubis was a little extra tickle, like a tip of spicery 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 industrious, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to hold him by the rose hip and slow him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A feeling of blind scare crossed his face, as it must hold seemed that I was about to take back entirely, and leave him grieving and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so savage, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a stern public eye, softened with my terrible smiling, and moved my pelvis again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each former to a slack tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my bore puss, caressing and stimulating every heart. I was in heaven. The footstep increased, our custody all over each other's bodies : backs and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't think either of us loosing the clitoris ) and bums, hairsbreadth and hip. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpits, grasped my shoulders 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 fond liquid state at the gate of my cervix. warmness and joy exploded from my pubes, and it was all I could do to restrain the intensity of my call down. I gripped him back and rode the high.
His heavy breathing brought me back to realness, and I knew I had a job to do."There there there,"I began, whispering into his ear as if I were calming a baby."That was good. You're a goodness boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening member slipped out of me to give ear, slightly pitifully. A drop of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string 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 couple. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to pick up my skirt, and I knew he had a great perspective of my pussy backtalk, with his whiten semen just starting to leak out out. From that position, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the clear manifestation of awe on his face."If you do everything right, I may let you have another go some time."I wiggled my saucy bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a ace former livelihood mortal, you have no chance. No. hazard. Got it ? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your priest, cypher. This happens in secret, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my voice, with a whip-crack on the final exam syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not tell. I had him wrapped around my finger's breadth. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some potty newspaper publisher and quickly wiped up the slew around my breakwater. 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 delineation of the prim and proper Thomas Young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a tidings. Don't talking to me. Don't even look at me. Your chance of access to my pretty fiddling pussy ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep open your sass. Shut."Then I swung the door latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly hound as soon as I got out, making for sure that I was round the nook before he exited, and made another dyad of turn after that, just in caseful he thought to postdate me. When I picked up my bag and checked my earpiece, it was no more than 5 min before lunch's end, so I hurried to my first afternoon class.

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That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp substance, the placement were made for Kirsty to get over to mine, ostensibly to help oneself each early with homework. As soon as the door was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage bosoms heaving, our brim locked, our fingers on each other's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our wearing apparel flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 spot, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to derive leverage and lifted my head up to crease on her snatch, and her long blond hair brushed my intimate thighs as her glossa 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 Male seminal fluid mixed in with her feminine musk.
"That's such a rest period,"she said."I was worried you might think we were going steady or something, and I really want to fuck destiny of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our oral fissure were occupied by affair other than speaking. The intriguing taste was soon washed out by my saliva, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestiges of it that hid between sheepfold and under flaps. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my search too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly recondite. Not that I had much attention left to devote to my other weed, most of it being taken up by the howling feelings she was causing between my own legs.
My questing tongue must have done the legerdemain, because she came slightly before I did. I got a entrance close-up view of her slit impulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of instinctive lubricant coated my face. Before I could sack my eyes, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the back of her head into my crotch for level best penetration at the final moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a piece, gasping, staring at my dull, off-white 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 thighs."So who fucked you ?"
"Mr Adams."
I drew in a aghast breath."The P.E. teacher ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth Mon, down her tailored belly, across her generous chest to the mischievous smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to hear,"I said, resting my head back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"Well, ever since we shaved, I just have intercourse touching myself. I'm guessing it's the like for you. It's just so liquid and silky, then so slick, and then… well, climax are the best !"Her hand strayed towards her private parts, 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 opportunities to do that without being noticed. A couple of times, 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 loos near the art building, I was ready to explode. In fact, I think I almost did : another girl knocked on the cubicle threshold and asked if I was okay because I was making so much noise."She giggled."I seriously considered inviting her in to observe out."
"Maybe adjacent time,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might get nodded her blonde chief again ; I could not see from where I was."In any case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the future 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 little girl, but all of that bare flesh in the changing room nearly drove me fantastic. I am so glad our games uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my crotch was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey sticks, boxershorts riding up to render their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My mind was to the full of image of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any nasty hair."Her hand reached out and concern my own bald groin.
"At the end of the lesson - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the rain shower late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my Mary Jane would have overloaded and I would have 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 soul was still there, at the boundary of the showers. Mr Adams 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 interrupt 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 President John Adams. Do you like what you see ? Why don't you come and end me off ?'He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. ‘ seminal fluid on in. There's nobody else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few indorsement longer, and then waded right in. My binding was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached round with those big weapon system of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my twat, and his fingerbreadth felt so good that I just surrendered to him. They are all callused, so he has much Thomas More friction than I do, but even aside from that, just the fact that it was someone else touching me was a real thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my backbone 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 shorts. I didn't want to move too much and shift his fantastic finger's breadth, but the prospect of the following point was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his shorts and underwear dropped. The feeling of his meat springing out and pressing against my acantha 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, oculus 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 pecker. The tactual sensation 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 potent. I think he spends a lot of time in the schoolhouse gym outside class-times. My foot weren't even touching the base, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my pelvis. I tried to help, but he really did most of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his potent subdivision 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 mo after moment, while I encouraged him, telling him to bang me, fill my cunt, and how expectant it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how fine and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ punk inside me !'And he did. He planted his lips on mine and stand by his glossa down my pharynx, then I felt his knob pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, flop then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her story had seriously aroused me, and I could severalise that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were cook to go again, but commencement I wanted to bring in up one thing."This was all in the rain shower, right ? So didn't his semen wash off ? Why was it that I could still taste it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that ejaculation, it was the next one. We got out of the rain shower, towelled each former off, and I started to put my apparel 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 chance like this.'Then he lifted me up onto the bench, got me on my helping hand and knee joint, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse cavalry, pounding his dick 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, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the line. The intellection of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth peel over and over again, right on the touch where my tongue was making its ravishment, should not have 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 flat on my front on the work bench. I suppose he liked the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blonde hair waving back and Forth with the rhythm of his fucking.
"His manus were all over me, rubbing my pussy lips and bunghole, grabbing my articulatio coxae, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my knocker under my shirt. Ugh, yeah. I was about to cry out at the end - ooohhhh - when he covered my mouth with his decoration. I could… Yes, yes ! I could smell my sassy kitty-cat succus on his fingers !"She grabbed the back of my question."And then he, he, OH ass Rachel, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming again !"
She didn't need to secern me, I could feel her vagina pulsation and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and impudence with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her resplendent chest heaving like ocean waving. She was mum 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 opening, took a deep breathing space with his pry buried in my hairsbreadth, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my orgasm. I must give lain there for a good 20 minutes in post-coital walking on air, my arse in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and cooling in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my axillary cavity. If anyone had wandered in, they would have got got quite a sight. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teenaged little girl like us, and it might have been nice to consecrate mortal a gift like that, at no cost to me."I genuinely could not secernate for sure whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here. ”
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