After Kirsty 's party on Sat, which had ended with a good deal of magnificent girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone house, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my youthful brother was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up hand job. That was Sunday, meaning Mon was right around the corner, and that in turn imply schooltime. Ordinarily, I would own looked forward to this expectation with dismay, but now I was eager, because at school I could find partner to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingerbreadth and imaging were all well and good - better than that, in fact - but I had no dubiousness that the literal thing would be much more than so.
I chose my habiliment very carefully. I had seen enough stripling dramas to have intercourse how problematic it could become if I got a reputation for being a ‘ whore'or ‘ jade ’, 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 turn it on at a mo's notice if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a ruffle skirt that stopped a duad of inches unretentive of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton shirt could give ear loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curve, and especially if I loosed a push or two at the top.
It took long decent to decide that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything rectify then. The whole morning was a rush of unmanageable object lesson that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the howling sensory faculty of the open up air on my clit. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a annulus. I am surprised I didn't have rivulet of vaginal juice dripping down the inside of my leg from invariable arousal.
By the time we reached luncheon prisonbreak, I was not waiting any farseeing. I wolfed down a couple of collation bars I had brought from home, and went on the Richard Morris Hunt. I needed a specific type of guy, in a specific placing for my first-class honours degree trial run, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other year of my year, around the school, but not given him a s expression : a slightly nerdy, unremarkable child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the ‘ sang-froid 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 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's breadth on my smiling back talk to suggest silence, ran my mitt sensually down my side, and gestured with my head for him to follow. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. heterosexual to the madam'water closet, the I hardly used at this time of lunch. The ace with a deadbolt on the inside of the independent doorway. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my psyche 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, threw 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 time was right, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the clitoris of his pant, pulled down the zip, reached inside, and pulled out his already operose penis. He was so shocked by the completely situation that he did nothing to bar me.
It was not the magnanimous 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 experience good inside me. I went down on my articulatio genus, and took him in my mouth.
It was my for the first time time ever giving point, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My head bobbed up and down, my lips first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then fan out widely as he knocked the book binding of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be amercement 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 pullulate his load down my throat. I was prepared for this, though : his first fourth dimension was always going to be ready, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a prospicient second round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my sassing, showing his salty source that I had gathered on my natural language. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his node twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the English fastening of my bird, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoes. 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 heart. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my slit. 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 clock time to his ministrations.
I could gladly take ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a mean value to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own torso responding to the titillating 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 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 foot on the whitened porcelain rim, and opening my jackass astray. 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 have broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered centre in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could palpate it going all the way in, a tender configuration pressing the bulwark of my cunt outwards ! It was incredible, the sensation was so vivid. As he pressed further in, the rim on my face also spread in the widest grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to afford him an affectionate wad 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 esthesis, especially once I adapted to the size of it and was capable to guide him to the hilt. The feel of his cop of pubic hair brushing against my mons pubis was a short extra tickle, like a hint of spiciness 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 adjudge him by the hips and decelerate him down. I had initiated this clash, 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 seclude entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the misunderstanding served my purposes, so I fixed him with a posterior limelight, softened with my loathly grinning, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each early to a slow tempo. His thick heart pushed in and out of my bore pussy, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The rate increased, our hands all over each early's physical structure : backs and tit ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't call up either of us loosing the buttons ) and bums, hair's-breadth and hips. Then he leaned in, his implements of war under my armpits, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an rapt moan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The sensation was astonishing : I don't know what that shaver did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a flow of warm liquidness at the logic gate of my neck. 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 rode the high.
His wakeless 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 baby."That was good. You're a practiced boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening member slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A fall of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few inches down.
I looked him straight in the middle."I'm not your girl,"I began sternly."We are not a couple. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to foot up my skirt, and I knew he had a peachy panorama of my puss lips, with his whiteness semen just starting to leak out. From that emplacement, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the clear expression of awe on his face."If you do everything right, I may let you have another go some time."I wiggled my impertinent bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a unmarried former aliveness soul, you have no fortune. No. prospect. Got it ? Not your practiced friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in secret, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my vocalism, with a whip-crack on the final 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 potty stand, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up the mess around my groin. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my hair's-breadth back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper immature lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a countersign. Don't talk to me. Don't even look at me. Your fortune of accession to my pretty lilliputian pussy ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep your oral fissure. 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 corner before he exited, and made another couple of turning after that, just in compositor's case he thought to follow me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than 5 moment before lunch's end, so I hurried to my first good afternoon class.

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That evening, in a stir of WhatsApp content, the agreement were made for Kirsty to fall over to mine, ostensibly to help each former with homework. As soon as the doorway 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 apparel flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 locating, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to gain purchase and lifted my head up to graze on her kidnapping, and her long blonde hair brushed my inner thighs as her tongue 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 articulatio coxae. 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 manly 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 have intercourse lots of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a patch, our mouths were occupied by things other than speaking. The connive taste was soon washed out by my saliva, but I delighted in probing out the remaining trace of it that hid between fold and under flapping. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my search too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly deep. Not that I had much tending left to devote to my other senses, about of it being taken up by the rattling feelings she was causing between my own legs.
My questing tongue must have done the trick, because she came slightly before I did. I got a gripping close-up view of her pussycat pulsation and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of cancel lubricant coated my facial expression. Before I could straighten out my optic, my own coming overtook me, and I could not dissent pressing the backrest of her head into my crotch for maximum penetration at the final examination moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a while, gasping, staring at my dull, bone 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 shocked breath."The P.E. instructor ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her trim belly, across her generous chest to the disgustful smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to learn,"I said, resting my straits back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"Well, ever since we shaved, I just bonk touching myself. I'm guessing it's the same for you. It's just so still and slick, then so knavish, and then… well, orgasm 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 job is that, at school, there aren't many opportunities to do that without being noticed. A span of times, I caught myself starting up without thought process, 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 blow up. 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 bump out."
"Maybe next time,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might own nodded her blonde head again ; I could not see from where I was."In any font, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next lesson, so I was raring to go again when the last moral 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 rampantly. I am so happy our games uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my genital organ was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey joint, shorts riding up to evidence their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My mind was full of images of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient wearing apparel, or any smutty hair."Her script reached out and rival my own bald groin.
"At the end of the lesson - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the exhibitor 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 edge of the showers. Mr Adams was watching me, and he could see that I was masturbating. Except I didn't want to quit, 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 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 Adams. Do you care what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed unsettled, so I tried again. ‘ Come on in. There's nonentity else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few seconds longer, and then waded right in. My dorsum was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached circle with those big coat of arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the early on my pussy, and his finger 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 someone else touching me was a real thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my back against his chest of drawers for a patch, 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 act too a great deal and dislodge his wonderful fingers, but the expectation of the next microscope stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his trunks and underwear dropped. The feeling of his sum springing out and pressing against my spine was so intriguing, I just had to grow around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to think the strapping 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 shaft. The opinion of it sliding in, spreading my puss 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 time in the schooling gym outside class-times. My feet weren't even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my hips. I tried to avail, but he really did near of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his mightily arms raised and lowered me, while his pelvic girdle jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could have kept that kind of travail up, but he kept going for minute after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to sleep with me, meet my cunt, and how great it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how mulct and pie-eyed I was, how piece of tail 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 lips on mine and stuck his clapper down my throat, then I felt his knob pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her story had seriously aroused me, and I could enjoin that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were ready to go again, but first I wanted to clear up one matter."This was all in the cascade, right ? So didn't his ejaculate wash off ? Why was it that I could still savour it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that ejaculation, it was the next one. We got out of the shower, towelled each early off, and I started to put my wearing 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 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 balls slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, decently there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the computer memory, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the blood line. The thought of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth hide over and over again, right on the spot where my tongue was making its assault, should not sustain 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 back, leaving me almost matte on my front on the workbench. I suppose he liked the full stretched out opinion of my nubile teenage breaking ball, with my dampness blonde hair waving back and forth with the calendar method of birth control of his fucking.
"His hands were all over me, rubbing my pussy back talk and arsehole, grabbing my rose hip, 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 palm. I could… Yes, yes ! I could reek my fresh pussy juice on his fingers !"She grabbed the spinal column of my foreland."And then he, he, OH nookie Rachel, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming again !"
She didn't need to state me, I could feel her vagina pulsing and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and cheeks with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her splendid bureau heaving like ocean waves. She was silent for a long while.
"And then he spunked, and left me,"she continued."Just blasted my neck with his spermatozoon, pulled out, planted a kiss on the back of my neck opening, took a deep breath with his intrude buried in my hair, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my climax. I must have lain there for a effective 20 arcminute in post-coital blissfulness, 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 let got quite a mountain. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teenage fille like us, and it might cause been nice to give someone a gift like that, at no cost to me."I genuinely could not order for certainly whether she was joking."Then I realized the metre, gathered my poppycock and came straight here. ”