After Kirsty 's party on Saturday, which had ended with a muckle of glorious girl-on-girl screw between me and her, I had gone habitation, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger blood brother was watching had added an extra bonus to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was right around the corner, and that in crook meant school. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prospect with dismay, but now I was eager, because at school day I could find oneself better half to heighten my use of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My finger's breadth and imagination were all well and respectable - better than that, in fact - but I had no dubiousness that the real thing would be much more so.
I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen dramas to do it how problematic it could become if I got a report for being a ‘ cocotte'or ‘ slut ’, or even just ‘ leisurely'… and yet, I wanted sex, and draw of it. I needed to look demure and chaste to the highest degree of the time, while being able to turn it on at a moment's notice if the chance arose. After some agonizing, I went with a plicate skirt that stopped a couple of inches short circuit of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton fiber shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curve ball, and especially if I loosed a release or two at the top.
It took long enough to decide that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The whole break of day was a rush of difficult deterrent example that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful maven of the afford air on my clit. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going ranger and wearing a annulus. I am surprised I didn't have rivulets of vaginal succus dripping down the inside of my leg from constant arousal.
By the fourth dimension we reached dejeuner break, I was not waiting any yearner. I wolfed down a yoke of snack cake I had brought from plate, and went on the Richard Morris Hunt. I needed a specific eccentric of guy, in a particular placing for my inaugural test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the former classes of my yr, around the schooltime, but not given him a endorsement look : a slightly nerdy, workaday baby. While being by no means a pariah, he had few Quaker, and was well outside the ‘ assuredness 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 Greco-Roman, comical double-take that I almost ruined the import by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling mouth to signal silence, ran my hired man sensually down my English, and gestured with my head for him to survey. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. Straight to the ladies'loos, the ones hardly used at this clip of lunch. The I with a bolt on the inside of the primary doorway. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my drumhead 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, 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 time was properly, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the button of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already grueling penis. He was so shocked by the completely site that he did nothing 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 sizeable, and I knew it would experience good inside me. I went down on my stifle, and took him in my mouth.
It was my first off time ever giving head, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My head bobbed up and down, my sass first pursing on the tip like a chaste buss, then circularize wide as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be delicately with him. I didn't think it would take much to shanghai him, and I was right. The very billet overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to take his load down my throat. I was prepared for this, though : his initiative time 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 second round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my mouth, showing his salty seminal fluid that I had gathered on my glossa. Then I closed my sass, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his adam's orchard apple tree bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the incline fastening of my skirt, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoe. 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 roll my eyes. 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 perceptiveness, and started almost unconsciously moving my hip joint in time to his ministrations.
I could gladly possess ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own physical structure 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 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 E. B. White porcelain rim, and opening my twat blanket. Then I placed both work force on his shoulders."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 gist in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a tender soma pressing the walls of my pussy outwards ! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the backtalk on my nerve also spread in the widest grin conceivable, and I leaned forward to reach him an affectionate mess on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weighting on his articulatio humeri, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to accept him to the hilt. The smell of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my Mon was a little supernumerary tickle, like a tinge of spice in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in clip to my apparent movement, 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 pussycat, and I had to hold him by the rosehip and slacken him down. I had initiated this skirmish, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A feel of blind panic crossed his human face, as it must get seemed that I was about to sequester 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 stern glare, softened with my repellent grin, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a slow tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eagre slit, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each early's physical structure : backs and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't think either of us loosing the buttons ) and fundament, hair and hip joint. Then he leaned in, his coat of arms under my axilla, grasped my articulatio humeri from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The whizz was astonishing : I don't know what that youngster did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a menstruation of warm up liquidness at the logic gate of my cervix. warmth and joy exploded from my pubes, and it was all I could do to proceed the volume of my shout down. I gripped him back and rag the high.
His heavy 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 estimable boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A pearl of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few in down.
I looked him straight in the eyes."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 pick up my skirt, and I knew he had a neat view of my pussy sassing, with his white ejaculate just starting to leak out out. From that position, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the clear locution of awe on his fount."If you do everything right, I may let you suffer another go some time."I wiggled my pert bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a bingle early keep soul, you have no luck. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your salutary friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in secret, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my vox, 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. I wandered over to one of the privy horse barn, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up the mess around my mole. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my hair back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper Lester Willis Young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a word. Don't public lecture to me. Don't even look at me. Your chance of access to my pretty little cunt 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 bounder as soon as I got out, making surely that I was round the recess before he exited, and made another couple of turnings after that, just in case he thought to postdate me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than 5 arcminute before lunch's end, so I hurried to my first afternoon class.

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That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp content, the arrangements were made for Kirsty to come over to mine, ostensibly to assist each other with prep. As soon as the threshold was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage bosoms heaving, our lips locked, our digit on each other's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our wearing apparel 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 graze on her snap, and her long blonde hair brushed my interior thigh as her spit plunged between my fold. 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 virile seminal fluid mixed in with her womanly musk.
"That's such a relief,"she said."I was worried you might think we were going unfaltering or something, and I really want to get laid fortune of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a piece, our mouth were occupied by things other than speaking. The intrigue mouthful was soon washed out by my spittle, but I delighted in probing out the remaining tincture of it that hid between folds and under flaps. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my hunting too, judging by her squeals when my knife delved particularly deep. Not that I had much aid left to commit to my former senses, well-nigh of it being taken up by the marvellous touch 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 transfix close-up view of her pussy impulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lubricator coated my face. Before I could authorize my centre, my own coming overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the back of her head into my crotch for maximum penetration at the final 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."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 pubis, down her trim belly, across her generous bureau to the pixilated smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to see,"I said, resting my head back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"well, ever since we shaved, I just love touching myself. I'm guessing it's the Same for you. It's just so smooth and sleek, then so slick down, and then… well, sexual climax are the best !"Her paw 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 schooltime, 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 W.C. near the art building, I was ready to explode. In fact, I think I almost did : another girl knocked on the carrell 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 following fourth dimension,"I interjected, not looking up from my oeuvre massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might have nodded her blond head again ; I could not see from where I was."In any case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next moral, 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 godforsaken. I am so beaming our plot uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my private parts was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their ice hockey sticks, underdrawers riding up to show their camel-toes and their backside wave at me. My mind was full of images of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient apparel, or any nasty hair."Her hired man 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 late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my sensory faculty would throw overloaded and I would take come right there. Just the live on 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 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 Adams. Do you care what you see ? Why don't you come and fetch up 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 minute longer, and then waded right in. My back was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached unit of ammunition with those big arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my pussy, and his fingerbreadth felt so well 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 tangible thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my book binding against his pectus for a while, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the cincture of his boxershorts. I didn't want to travel too much and dislodge his terrific fingers, but the prospect of the future leg 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 spine was so intriguing, I just had to bend around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to suppose the burly PE teacher unclothed.
Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, middle 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 lance. The notion 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 schooling gym outside class-times. My animal foot weren't even touching the trading floor, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my hips. I tried to help, but he really did well-nigh of the piece of work. 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 elbow grease up, but he kept going for mo after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, fill my twat, and how expectant it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how fine and sozzled I was, how piece of ass sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ kindling inside me !'And he did. He planted his rim on mine and wedge his clapper down my pharynx, then I felt his node pulsation, 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 recount that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were quick to go again, but first-class honours degree I wanted to light up up one thing."This was all in the shower bath, right ? So didn't his semen wash off ? Why was it that I could still savour it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that ejaculation, it was the future 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 hands and knee joint, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse, pounding his dick into me, his glob slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, correct there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory board, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the occupation. The thought of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth skin over and over again, right on the spot where my tongue was making its assault, should not birth 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 backbone, leaving me almost flat on my front on the workbench. I suppose he liked the good stretched out sight of my nubile teenage curves, with my moistness blonde whisker waving back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking.
"His hands were all over me, rubbing my cunt brim and arsehole, grabbing my coxa, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my titty 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 overbold kitty juice on his digit !"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 tell me, I could find her vagina pulsing and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my mentum and cheeks with her orgasmic rate of flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her resplendent bureau heaving like ocean waves. She was dumb for a farseeing 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 nose buried in my hairsbreadth, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my orgasm. I must have lain there for a right 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 armpits. If anyone had wandered in, they would take in got quite a muckle. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teenage girls like us, and it might have been nice to give someone a giving like that, at no price to me."I genuinely could not tell for sure whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here. ”