After Kirsty 's party on Sat, which had ended with a mess hall of splendid girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my untested brother was watching had added an supernumerary fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Billy Sunday, meaning Mon was properly around the corner, and that in turn meant schoolhouse. Ordinarily, I would suffer looked forward to this prospect with discouragement, but now I was eager, because at school I could get hold partners to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My digit and imagery were all well and good - better than that, in fact - but I had no doubtfulness that the very thing would be much more so.
I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teenaged dramas to know how problematical it could become if I got a report for being a ‘ whore'or ‘ slut ’, or even just ‘ easy'… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste almost of the time, while being able to flex it on at a minute's poster if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a plicate skirt that stopped a couplet of inch short circuit of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a clit or two at the top.
It took long plenty to make up one's mind that it almost made me deep, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The whole morning was a rush of difficult object lesson that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the grand sensation of the unfastened 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 rill of vaginal juice dripping down the inside of my leg from constant arousal.
By the time we reached tiffin break, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a yoke of bite BAR I had brought from household, and went on the Richard Morris Hunt. I needed a specific type of guy, in a specific placing for my first examination, and I eventually found him. I had seen Book of Daniel, a boy in one of the other year of my class, around the school, but not given him a second gear look : a slightly nerdy, routine child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the ‘ poise crowd ’.
When I spotted him hanging around the court, 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 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 wench and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a Graeco-Roman, comical double-take that I almost ruined the mo by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling lips to indicate silence, ran my bridge player sensually down my side, and gestured with my heading for him to play along. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. straight person to the ladies'W.C., the single hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the principal threshold. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my top dog for him to follow me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few meter behind me.
As soon as he came through, I pushed the door to, threw the bolt of lightning across, pushed him against the paries, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a yoke of minutes of this, I deemed the clock time was right, and my helping hand went to his cincture. I undid the clit of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already gruelling penis. He was so shocked by the completely spot that he did zippo 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 sizeable, and I knew it would feel good inside me. I went down on my human knee, and took him in my mouth.
It was my first time ever giving fountainhead, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in ebullience. My forefront bobbed up and down, my lips first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then go around wide as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be ticket with him. I didn't think it would make much to affect him, and I was right. The very state of affairs overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to charge his warhead down my throat. I was prepared for this, though : his first clip was always going to be promptly, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a longer secondly round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my lip, showing his salty seed that I had gathered on my lingua. Then I closed my sass, 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 fixing 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 script towards it, hesitated, and brought his paw back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to wind my optic. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my prick. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in appreciation, and started almost unconsciously moving my rose hip in time to his ministrations.
I could gladly have ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a way to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own torso responding to the titillating situation, his phallus 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 sump 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 lily-white porcelain rim, and opening my twat wide. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders."Well, what are you waiting for ?"I asked huskily."Put it in."
The kickoff words spoken by either of us could have got broken the piece, 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 palpate it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the wall of my slit outwards ! It was incredible, the champion was so acute. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the full grin conceivable, and I leaned forward to grant him an affectionate peck on the nerve. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight on his berm, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was able-bodied to ingest him to the hilt. The flavor of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my Mon was a little superfluous tickling, like a intimation of spiciness in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hip joint in metre to my motions, then placed his hands on my rosehip. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my cunt, and I had to check him by the hips and slacken him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A spirit of screen terror crossed his face, as it must let seemed that I was about to swallow entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the mistake served my intention, so I fixed him with a unappeasable glare, softened with my yucky smile, and moved my rose hip again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each former to a slow tempo. His thick nub pushed in and out of my eager twat, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The gait increased, our hands all over each other's bodies : backs and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the push ) and do-nothing, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my axillary fossa, grasped my berm from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic moan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The sensory faculty was astonishing : I don't know what that nestling did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a period of warm liquid at the logic gate of my cervix. Warmth and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to keep the volume of my watchword down. I gripped him back and tantalise the high.
His weighty respiration 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 child."That was good. You're a good boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening member slipped out of me to give ear, slightly pitifully. A drop cloth of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few inches down.
I looked him straight in the oculus."I'm not your girlfriend,"I began sternly."We are not a mates. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to break up up my skirt, and I knew he had a gravid view of my purulent lips, with his ashen semen just starting to leak out. From that situation, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the open expression of awe on his case."If you do everything rightfield, 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 1 former living soul, you have no chance. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your non-Christian priest, nobody. This happens in secret, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my voice, with a whip-crack on the concluding syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not enjoin. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the lavatory stand, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilette paper and quickly wiped up the pot around my groin. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my bird, brushed my haircloth back, and I looked once again the ikon of the prim and proper young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a word. Don't talk of the town to me. Don't even flavor at me. Your hazard of access to my jolly little slit ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep your mouth. Shut."Then I swung the door latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly dog as soon as I got out, making sure that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another couple of turn after that, just in casing he thought to follow me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than 5 instant before tiffin's end, so I hurried to my first base afternoon class.

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That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp messages, the system were made for Kirsty to make out over to mine, ostensibly to serve each early with prep. As soon as the door was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage knocker heaving, our mouth locked, our finger on each other'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 advance purchase and lifted my head up to graze on her snatch, and her recollective blond hair brushed my inner thighs as her glossa plunged between my sheepcote. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just…"You taste different,"I said.
"So do you,"her phonation 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 tang 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 regular or something, and I really want to get laid lots of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our mouthpiece were occupied by things early than speaking. The fascinate tasting was soon washed out by my saliva, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestiges of it that hid between plica and under flap. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my search too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly cryptic. Not that I had much attention left to dedicate to my early senses, most of it being taken up by the marvellous feelings she was causing between my own legs.
My questing tongue must have done the put-on, because she came slightly before I did. I got a fascinating close-up panorama of her twat pulsing and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lube coated my face. Before I could make my middle, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not baulk pressing the back of her head into my fork for maximum incursion at the final moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a spell, 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 traumatize breather."The P.E. teacher ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her trim belly, across her generous chest to the wickedest smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to hear,"I said, resting my oral sex back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"fountainhead, ever since we shaved, I just love touching myself. I'm guessing it's the same for you. It's just so smooth and silky, then so slick, and then… well, orgasms are the proficient !"Her hired hand strayed towards her genitals, but I pushed it aside and put my own fingertips to work.
"Mmmm,"she moaned, before continuing."The job is that, at schoolhouse, there aren't many opportunities to do that without being noticed. A couple of times, I caught myself starting up without intellection, and had to cool off before anyone noticed. By lunch period, when I headed off to one of the W.C. near the art building, I was ready to detonate. In fact, I think I almost did : another fille 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 discover out."
"Maybe next metre,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might have nodded her blonde school principal again ; I could not see from where I was."In any case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next deterrent example, 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 girls, but all of that bare flesh in the changing way nearly drove me groundless. I am so beaming 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 peg, boxers riding up to show their camel-toes and their butt joint wave at me. My head was full of paradigm of them doing the Lapp, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any filthy 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 senses 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 someone 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 stop, so I carried on. I kept expecting him to break me, but he kept watching. I started playing up to it, giving him a show, moaning trashy 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 Quincy Adams. Do you wish what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed incertain, so I tried again. ‘ seminal fluid on in. There's cypher else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few arcsecond longer, and then waded right in. My dorsum was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached round with those big branch of his, placed one on my venter, and the other on my pussy, and his fingers felt so good that I just surrendered to him. They are all callused, so he has much more rubbing than I do, but even aside from that, just the fact that it was person else touching me was a very thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my rear against his chest for a while, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the girdle of his boxershorts. I didn't want to incite too a great deal and free his terrific finger, but the prospect of the next leg was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his short circuit and underwear dropped. The belief of his gist springing out and pressing against my spinal column was so connive, I just had to sprain around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to conceive of the burly PE teacher unclothed.
Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, eyes vast 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 dig. The feeling of it sliding in, spreading my slit all-embracing was just… wow. Just wow.
"And say what you like about him, he's properly strong. I think he spends a lot of clip in the school gym outside class-times. My animal foot weren't even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his shank and started moving my hips. I tried to aid, but he really did most 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 kind of elbow grease up, but he kept going for minute after instant, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, fill my snatch, and how neat it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how fine and tight I was, how make love sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ Spunk inside me !'And he did. He planted his sass on mine and stuck his tongue down my throat, then I felt his thickening pulse, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her floor had seriously aroused me, and I could distinguish that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were cook to go again, but first I wanted to clear 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 exhibitioner, 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 terrace, got me on my hands and knees, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse, pounding his tool into me, his Ball slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, right wing there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory, and taken it upon myself to work her across the line. The cerebration of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her unruffled pelt over and over again, right on the patch where my tongue was making its rape, should not have excited me anywhere as lots as it did.
"I tried to sit up, to get close to him again, but he pushed down on my spine, leaving me almost prostrate on my nominal head on the judiciary. I suppose he liked the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my moistness blonde fuzz waving back and Forth River with the speech rhythm of his fucking.
"His bridge player were all over me, rubbing my cunt mouth and asshole, grabbing my hip joint, 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 mouth with his laurel wreath. I could… Yes, yes ! I could smell my bracing pussy juice on his finger !"She grabbed the rachis 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 feel her vagina pulsing and clenching on my backtalk, pressed up against it, smearing my Kuki-Chin and impudence with her orgasmic period. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious chest heaving like sea undulation. She was silent for a long while.
"And then he spunked, and left me,"she continued."Just blasted my cervix uteri with his sperm, pulled out, planted a osculation on the cover of my neck, took a abstruse breath with his horn in buried in my pilus, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my sexual climax. I must let lain there for a unspoilt 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my arse in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and temperature reduction in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my axillary cavity. If anyone had wandered in, they would make got quite a pile. I almost wish they had : I hear hoi polloi pay a lot for shots like that of teenage female child like us, and it might have been nice to give someone a gift like that, at no toll to me."I genuinely could not say for surely whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here. ”