After Kirsty 's party on Saturday, which had ended with a lot of resplendent girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone household, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my untested sidekick was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Mon was right field around the recession, and that in crook meant school. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prospect with alarm, but now I was eager, because at school I could find collaborator to raise my use of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My finger's breadth and imagination were all well and good - better than that, in fact - but I had no question that the real matter would be much more so.
I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen dramas to bed how baffling it could become if I got a reputation 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 virtually of the time, while being able to work it on at a moment's notice if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a ruffle dame that stopped a yoke of inch unretentive of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton wool shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my bend, and especially if I loosed a release or two at the top.
It took long enough to decide that it almost made me previous, and I certainly had no chance to try anything right then. The whole morning time was a rush of hard lessons that took all my denseness, and I almost forgot about the wonderful sensation of the open air on my clit. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a wench. I am surprised I didn't have rivulets of vaginal juices dripping down the inside of my leg from never-ending arousal.
By the time we reached lunch break, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a span of snack cake I had brought from home, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific case of guy, in a particular placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other course of study of my year, around the schooltime, but not given him a second tone : a slightly nerdy, routine baby. While being by no means a Ishmael, he had few Friend, and was well outside the ‘ cool 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 prospect. Standing in the corridor, far back decent that nobody else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few endorsement, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my doll and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a serious music, comical double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger's breadth on my smiling sass to indicate secrecy, ran my bridge player sensually down my side, and gestured with my head for him to follow. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. straightaway to the peeress'loos, the one hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the main threshold. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head word for him to stick with me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few beat 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 sentence was redress, and my workforce went to his waistband. I undid the button of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole situation that he did nada to break 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 feel good inside me. I went down on my stifle, and took him in my mouth.
It was my first 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 back talk first pursing on the tip like a chaste osculation, then spread all-embracing as he knocked the rear of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn't think it would occupy much to impress him, and I was right. The very spot overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to shoot his load down my pharynx. I was prepared for this, though : his get-go 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 bit round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my mouthpiece, showing his salty ejaculate that I had gathered on my tongue. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his hug drug's apple bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the English 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 seethe my eyes. Instead, I grabbed his paw and placed it on my slit. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in admiration, and started almost unconsciously moving my hip joint in clip to his ministrations.
I could gladly sustain ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own organic structure 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 swallow hole 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 foundation on the white porcelain rim, and opening my twat all-encompassing. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders."Well, what are you waiting for ?"I asked huskily."Put it in."
The first watchword spoken by either of us could take 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 feel it going all the way in, a quick frame pressing the bulwark of my cunt outwards ! It was unbelievable, the wizard was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the wide of the mark grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my free weight on his shoulders, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was capable to use up him to the hilt. The feel of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a lilliputian extra tickle, like a tip of spiciness in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in time to my apparent movement, then placed his work force on my hip joint. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the use. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to give him by the rose hip and slacken him down. I had initiated this brush, and he had to be taught the deterrent example that I was not relinquishing control.
A feeling of blind panic crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to pull back entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so roughshod, but the misapprehension served my determination, so I fixed him with a hind end glare, softened with my wickedest smile, and moved my pelvic arch again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a boring tempo. His slurred meat pushed in and out of my eager pussy, caressing and stimulating every boldness. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each former's organic structure : backbone and bosom ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the push button ) and stinker, pilus and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpits, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an enraptured moan losing itself in the fuzz 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 current of warm liquid at the logic gate of my cervix uteri. 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 turn on the high.
His weighty 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 good boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening member slipped out of me to flow, slightly pitifully. A drib of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few column inch 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 view of my pussy lip, with his white semen just starting to leak out out. From that post, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the clear expression of awe on his grimace."If you do everything right, I may let you give another go some time."I wiggled my impertinent bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a single other living person, you have no chance. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your best friend, not your female parent, not your priest, nonentity. This happens in surreptitious, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my voice, 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 toilet stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet newspaper publisher and quickly wiped up the mess around my bulwark. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my dame, brushed my hair's-breadth back, and I looked once again the word-painting of the prim and proper young lady.
At the doorway, I turned back once more."Remember, not a Book. Don't talk to me. Don't even look at me. Your chance of memory access to my pretty little pussycat ever again depends entirely on your power to hold open 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 certainly that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another mates of turning after that, just in event he thought to come me. When I picked up my bag and checked my telephone set, it was no More than 5 minutes before lunch's end, so I hurried to my low good afternoon class.

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That evening, in a snow flurry of WhatsApp content, the arrangements were made for Kirsty to derive over to mine, ostensibly to help each former with homework. As soon as the door 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 apparel flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 position, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to get ahead purchase and lifted my oral sex up to rake on her catch, and her long blond hair brushed my inner thigh as her tongue plunged between my sheepfold. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just…"You taste different,"I said.
"So do you,"her voice came back from beyond my coxa. 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 manlike ejaculate mixed in with her feminine musk.
"That's such a relief,"she said."I was worried you might imagine we were going firm or something, and I really want to fuck luck of dissimilar people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our mouths were occupied by things 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 flexure and under flaps. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my lookup too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly mysterious. Not that I had much aid left to devote to my early good sense, most of it being taken up by the tall belief she was causing between my own legs.
My questing glossa must possess done the trick, because she came slightly before I did. I got a grip close-up eyeshot of her pussy pulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lubricant coated my expression. Before I could make my eye, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not hold out pressing the back of her pass into my crotch for maximum penetration at the final moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a while, gasping, staring at my dull, pearl 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 thigh."So who fucked you ?"
"Mr Adams."
I drew in a shocked breath."The P.E. teacher ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her trim down belly, across her generous dresser to the wickedest smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to see,"I said, resting my head back in her lap."William Tell me all about it."
"wellspring, ever since we shaved, I just jazz touching myself. I'm guessing it's the same for you. It's just so placid and silky, then so slick, and then… well, coming are the best !"Her hand strayed towards her genitals, 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 find out."
"Maybe next time,"I interjected, not looking up from my study massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might deliver nodded her blonde head 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 utmost deterrent example of the day came along, which was P.E. Honestly, I didn't think I was into girlfriend, but all of that bare flesh in the changing room nearly drove me violent. I am so happy our game uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my fork was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey sticks, boxers riding up to show their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My mind was to the full of simulacrum of them doing the Saami, but without those inconvenient wearing apparel, or any nasty hair."Her handwriting reached out and stir my own bald groin.
"At the end of the 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 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 trunk, and rubbing my clit.
"I was well on the way when I realized person was still there, at the border of the shower bath. 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 appearance, moaning flashy 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 Adam. Do you like what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. ‘ ejaculate on in. There's nobody else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few moment longer, and then waded right in. My back was to him at that full point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached round with those big arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my twat, and his fingers felt so ripe 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 individual else touching me was a real thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my spinal column 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 underdrawers. I didn't want to propel too very much and dislodge his fantastic finger, but the prospect of the following microscope stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his shorts and underclothing dropped. The feeling of his pith springing out and pressing against my vertebral column was so intriguing, I just had to change state around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to guess the beefy PE instructor 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 rampart, and planted me down onto the end of his shaft. The touch 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 school gym outside class-times. My fundament weren't even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my coxa. I tried to help, but he really did most of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful weaponry raised and lowered me, while his hips jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could have kept that kind of effort up, but he kept going for bit after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, fill my cunt, and how cracking it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how fine and closely I was, how fucking 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 back talk on mine and stuck his clapper down my throat, then I felt his knob pulse, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her taradiddle had seriously aroused me, and I could secernate that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were ready to go again, but showtime I wanted to clear up one thing."This was all in the showers, 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 succeeding 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, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a knight, 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 storage, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the assembly line. The sentiment of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smoothen skin over and over again, right on the spot where my tongue was making its assault, 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 prostrate on my social movement on the bench. I suppose he liked the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curved shape, with my damp blonde hair waving back and forth with the beat of his fucking.
"His hands were all over me, rubbing my pussy back talk and arsehole, grabbing my hips, 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 rima oris with his palm. I could… Yes, yes ! I could smell my fresh pussy succus on his digit !"She grabbed the binding of my head."And then he, he, OH piece of tail Rachel, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming again !"
She didn't need to order me, I could find her vagina pulse and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and impudence with her orgasmic catamenia. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious dresser heave like ocean waving. She was unsounded for a tenacious 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 breathing time with his nose buried in my whisker, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my sexual climax. I must have lain there for a effective 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my butt in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and cooling in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my axillary fossa. If anyone had wandered in, they would have got quite a mess. I almost wish they had : I hear multitude pay a lot for shots like that of teenage girls like us, and it might have been nice to devote mortal a endowment like that, at no cost to me."I genuinely could not evidence for sure whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my clobber and came straight here. ”