Katy
Two teens live through the age of discovery together. Then they share their love life with mortal else leading to spiritual domain results.
Part one : The source

Katy and I had been having sex for about six month, although it is a on and off relationship, sometimes being close and occasionally wandering apart but never for long. I wish I could say we did every day, Hell I would be glad if it was once a week but that wasn't the case. We had been indisputable friends since puerility going back practically ten eld living so close to each early. Spending so practically time together it was the natural that we would end up losing our virginities to each other.

It was only in the last year we became intimate, puberty first seized hold of her body class earlier, it went unnoticed at offset when the ring of color on her matte chest began to puff out followed promptly with the breasts mushrooming in sizing. Then one day I figured out why my dick kept getting hard, the more I rubbed it the better it felt. I was in bed attempting to slumber but gave up after realizing something was going on inside my trunk. With each accident of my runty putz my intellection would drift to Katy's titty, then it happened, I had made a over mass of my pyjama, soaked with a gooey, gluey and slimy fluid and not really able-bodied to comprehend what just happened early than the fact I indisputably loved it. Facts were far and few back in the day, boys if favorable got a ready lecture from their old man and the girls got a film in 6th grade backed by a preaching from mother about never letting a boy touch her individual area. The female parent knew once a girl broke down and allowed it to happen then it was all over.

And that was the casing with Katy and me.

It wasn't until we hit early stripling I gave her that first kiss under the big oak tree out back while the rain poured down, a small peck on the face taking her by surprise. But that quickly changed. Wet, the rain still fell from the sky, her eyes all-embracing, I took her hands into mine drawing her physical structure into mine while the teasing aspect on her face became apprehension. Our backtalk met, mine puckered but Katy still didn't comprehend what I wanted. I guess we were both spooky and uneasy, it was awkward but we learned that rainy afternoon how to kiss. We became pretty good kissers over the succeeding month. Nights I would stroke off to climax envisioning Katy in my thoughts, naked of course.

But I would not see her naked for a few Thomas More years, in reality it was a year before I even attempted to lay a hand on her boob. My ego stayed intact after not being rejected. It was a Saturday dark in the indorse row of the Cameo theater of operations while holding hands watching the movie I played with her articulatio genus wanting Sir Thomas More than that feel over the shirt of her knocker. I traced figure octonary with my prow finger on the bare cutis above that knee slowly increasing my boundaries until my fingerbreadth had moved her bird higher onto her thigh before having it swatted away. Later that night it would be permitted linger on her thigh. We were on our way to discovery.

It was on my fifteenth natal day, it was a insensate snowy day, school had been called off but our parents still had body of work. I trudged through grievous blow that early on morning. Peeling off my outer garments I was soaked from the gravid wet snow. Under her edict I was compelled to her room, given her beginner's bathrobe and instructed to withdraw my body of the moistness habiliment so they could be dried. Katy waited outside the bedroom threshold while I undressed. Deciding my Skivvies weren't wet I peeled everything else off passing them through the half open room access. A footling uneasy with the situation, being in my best friend's menage, both of us almost naked in bathrobes. I could not but contemplate what would befall to my hide if her Dad was to show up.

The persuasion never crossed my idea again that morn or matter of fact that afternoon.
Katy had not intended to give me such a superb offering but before noontime approached we lay sprawled upon her bed, spent, tired and acutely cognisant that we would never be the same again.

When Katy returned from the hanging the wearing apparel I was bewildered standing there in her room, not that I hadn't been there late, and on the bed, but this was unique. My birthday nowadays was about to learn berth. Parting her robe, her tits exposed she asked if I liked what I saw. My eyes about to pop out of their sockets took in her glory. I was greeted with a tugging onto the two-fold bed to savor the wonders of her chest. Without any doubt my natal day offering was to be only the entertainment of ravishing her Edward Young titty. And how I did.

The perfect white robe was still firmly closed at the coxa with a secure mile on the diskette belt, but as I sucked each mammilla the robe although still tied stretched open slightly until her step-in showed. Nimbly my fingers tweaked the buds that had swollen from my mouth. As I continued to paw at them I became agitated, the inflexible shape jutting out below my belly button had parted my own robe allowing our nearly naked organic structure to clear link. Several times we would just lie back, side by incline holding damp manus taking a schnorkel from all the affection of kissing and tit sucking. Her centre told me about the discombobulation rattling around inside her thinker ; they also told me she was to a greater extent than concern with the bulge in my underpants as they caught fleeting glimpses.
We had been at it for about two minute ; my dead body had now completely rolled onto her pudgy chassis, the robe outright spread I began a measured calendar method of dry humping. Numerous meter over I could not pry those chubby legs open until her weakness was uncovered. When she turned her head sideways I would nuzzle into the hairline on the spine of her head causing wispy pant of breath to exit her set forth lips. In a matter of few minutes I could palpate her second joint began to unlock their firm restraint as my body slipped in the midst of them.

We both knew this would be a fruitless challenge to fuck but it was fun trying. But as the proceedings flew I felt the motive to loose my dick from its confines. This was turning out to be the best birthday I had ever had. Katy kept twisting her body under mine. On one of those twists the head of my pecker caught the stringent perimeter of the stretchy flexible rim of her panties. I now had my dick inside them buffing against the dense mound of black hair's-breadth. Working feverishly on that hairline paid off as I felt her legs widen slightly while her knees hang till her human foot were savorless on the bed. Retrieving my ass upwards when the head felt her wet spot.

The human body can be unrewarding at times ; I never got one iota inside her before my pecker went into upheaval. It twitched, made spasmodic apparent motion as I unloaded a low river of orgasmic emulsion deep inside her scanty pasting the black fur all the while her bottom was eagerly raising to each thrust wanting me to traverse the threshold into her. No words were spoken, holding each other tenderly, exchanging low candy kiss as I withered until the elastic began to hurt around my putz. I just had to screw what it felt like, my script snaked its way to the top of her step-in entering them passing over the unenviable hairy mound my middle finger found a warm sodden snag as it easily slipped between her puss lips.

For the adjacent ten arcminute we took delight with my dactyl repeatedly exploring her profoundness causing her panties to disengage from her hips onto her thighs. She lay there on that pure Edward White gown, ramification spread, tits poking upwards, her chubby soundbox exposed for my taking. I never knew it regained its construction ; it was just there when once again I laid my soundbox onto hers. self conscious or what I didn't perpetrate them down until sprawled on top of her hiding the tight people among our bodies. She was promiscuous, spreading her legs all-encompassing to admit me as I probed for her snatch. My dick searched and connected with her pussy. Looking into her dark brownness middle as her ass rose slightly wanting it all. I knew girl hurt the number one metre, steadily moving inwards before retreating a few times until my helmet was scarcely hidden from purview. Soaked as she was I eased in a little more feeling a tightness that I passed through.

An audible gasp of discomfort escaped her lips as her hymen shattered. I had little clue and began a slow but steady pace of extracting and reinserting my shaft. It was only a few minute of arc when I felt her consistency relax under mine ; her legs awoken climbing upwards onto mine, her ass raising meeting each ticker I gave her, her arms surrounding my trunk and her secret touch sensation flowing into wrangle of boost. Having let unloose with the wad of cum mere minute of arc ago I turned into a stud for the side by side ten. Finally to my expiation it was time.

pudden-head I guess you could call it. It was my big chance to complete the mission entirely, but I didn't want to get her pregnant. On the last thrust it was clip, pulling out, rising up I knelt between her unfolded legs and pumped my dick till it spewed its reward. Her body was covered with it when I was through, foresightful ropes of pearly lily-white cum had splattered over her.
It was after luncheon when she incited the succeeding brush, still dressed in our robe once again we made love on her bed before we drifted off to slumber awakening just in time to escape before her Mom came domicile.

While she lay there I dressed, at world-class I didn't take notice but it was real, a small dark burgundy filth on her white robe, the remains of the cerise she had given me. For the adjacent six months we had sporadic sex, sometimes on her bed sometimes on the sofa in my cellar playroom. Always gratifying to both, always taking caution, her organic structure was smeared in my cum. Oh how I yearned to eject a warm mint of sperm into the bowels of her cunt.

voice two : The teaser

David had reprieve that Katy and I were intimate, he was my best ally but I had never confided that I was screwing her. One day after shoal had started that Sep the three of us were hanging out playing billiards in my basement. Katy and I hadn't had sex in awhile, to the highest degree of the summer in fact. Needless to say I was a horny SOB, she comprehended that making suggestive relocation when bending over the tabular array to make a slam exposing a minuscule too much cheesecake. Both Saint David and I noticed. It was after David left she gave me a hand job relieving the air pressure in my scrotum exclaiming how she liked the touch sensation when she teased us. It sort of worried me at first, endanger my human relationship with Katy. Before she left that day she convinced me that she wanted to taunt Saint David a little more the side by side day, willingly I agreed.

The next day it was a repetition execution, those tanned second joint showed nicely above the round top of her nylon and garter snaps. Saint David was beside himself, his eyes bugged out every move she made, and the tent in his bloomers finished the account. But Katy took it a little too far a few metre brushing her ass up against the tent. I had to laugh softly at the expression on his face, in fact I encouraged her with the glimpse I made. It was only harmless fun. Jacques Louis David had never been with a little girl, never kissed a girl, inexperienced was the word.

A few days later we connected long enough to have a nice shtup, with my dick still firm as it pushed itself into the puddle of sperm that had collected in her belly clitoris I approached casually the theme of teasing Jacques Louis David a little more, like rubbing her ass against his tool long enough to the point he might explode in his pants. It would be a adept payback for all the stuff he had pulled on me over the years. Then I could be on the laughing end. Hesitant she didn't want any percentage of it at for the first time but reluctantly agreed she might try it.

A few week later the opportunity arose, Katy had on a cute short dress that rode up easily, in addition she kept twisting her fingers around the hem occasionally, and Saint David was stressed. I knew she didn't want to do it front of me ; excusing myself to go to the toilet she had the sentence to complete the assignment. But what happened surprised the dirt out of me. I went upstairs and quickly and quietly cringe back down waiting a few proceedings before entering. Neither one saw me as their spine were facing me, Katy bent grass over the billiard table onto its immature felt, dress hike up over her ass grinning and Jacques Louis David grasping her pelvic arch grinding away. Dumbfounded I stood there another few minutes and indeed he did blow a incumbrance as a foresighted sigh escaped his mouth.

I rattled something and quickly stepped into the elbow room, as they both rearranged themselves with Saint David bidding a quick parting. I played pudding head, Katy, flustered, told me how she rubbed up on him a few times and the final stage time she thought he did it, what a liar, but I remained silenced.
It was David's idea, he wanted a small-arm of Katy begging, nagging and pleading until he had me convinced it would be all OK. I wasn't sure how to near Katy on the subject, but David claimed to have a architectural plan. I agreed giving him three minutes alone then I would reappear. Neither knew I was in the next room watching. After her teasing us again for the preceding forty-five hour all three of us worked up, once again she brushed against his tented knickers, then I made my release. David grabbed her from behind and had her bent over the table, raised her skirt and ground into her ass but he went further, reaching for her mamilla roughly mauling them as he pounded her from ass. But they were both hot, one script went down clutching the waistband of her panties yanking them off putting her ass on presentation.

Surprised at his action at law Katy quickly stood up pushing him away before I made my entrance. A wide wink from David I knew he was a well-chosen camping bus. While Katy stroked my dick later that afternoon she mentioned how she thought St. David was getting off on her teasing him. Here was my opportunity asking her if she might want to have one stone's throw further, like letting him kiss her, maybe experience a tit something like that. In the inebriate high of my orgasm as my dick shot a ball of cum onto my belly she muttered"for certain and maybe more ”. As I came down, her finger's breadth still smearing cum up and down my duration I agreed to the"more ”.

Part three : The Demise

A Friday good afternoon in too soon October, my household would be vacant for the Night, Jacques Louis David was staying over while my parents visited out of town relatives. Pizza delivered, a few beers stolen from my old man what more could we ask for. That's when Katy shows. fountainhead long floor poor is tonight would be the"more"Katy and I discussed, but I never envisioned it getting out of deal the way it did. I had no scruple with her ass brushing up on David's dick, even when he pressed back into her ass that was OK. I might have a bit of jealousy when I caught him squeezing her tits. But when she put a choke hold on his tool I began to lose it. For the next 60 minutes the three of us played the secret plan of touchy feely. I always attempted to get the upper berth hand but was losing on the fall back end. I was getting anxiety over where this was leading with good cause.

She came devise that night, all the touching had been over dress, but then noticing the pep pill buttons undone on her dress Katy's mammilla were bare, no bra, not indisputable when they were removed as she bent over now there were no panties, her asshole and cunt exposed each time driving both Saint David and I insane.

I wanted no part of their suggestion, but it was two against one, either way it was going to happen, here or at another star sign. He promised it would only be a dip, a quick one at that, once in to get a sense of what it feels like to get laid and that would be the end of it. A promise from both that rightfulness after he dipped I could finish her off while he watched. Actually it began to charge me, all three of us naked, I could screw Katy while someone watched me, I could equate my dick to his crone I knew was pocket-size. Best off maybe we could cum at the Sami time spraying her knocker. OK, it was a mint. normal needed to be set.

Before we stripped, well Katy was already raw, it was established I would start getting lubed upped, Jacques Louis David would have his bend and I would replace him while he masturbated watching us, man I was unvoiced than I ever had been with this set up. Something's are hidden in our head ; I think the estimate of bi-sex was concealed deep in mine and I was afraid to let in it.

Spitting onto two fingers they rubbed her pussy as I kneeled between her chubby pegleg. It took little travail to be surrounded by Katy's warm flesh, she was hot tonight, she was wet. David stood beside the couch still in his undershorts while playing with the swelling inside them. I few thrust and he was pushing at me for a turn. It was metre to equate.

Any self-esteem I had vanished, the underpants caught on his tool bending it down. Once released it made an hearable wallop as it sprang back against his eubstance. Not what I expected. I always thought I had a big one but in compassion to his I looked puny. But it was Katy's eyes that shocked me, massive, the whites showing, not blinking, wetting her intumescent back talk respective times while staring at it. For someone who never fucked before Saint David took control straddling Katy then raising her wooden leg high into the air.

He almost had her rolled up in a ball with his forearms holding them heights. Looking at them from the end of the sofa her plump ass and kitty clearly in opinion David's cock positioned to transfix her I reached for my own. It was n't a convention grunt but almost an animalistic growl from Katy as his dick perforated her cunt. My eyeshot of the performance was very clear ; one fat peter was invading my girl many time over. Her asshole would pucker as he withdrew only to expand like a flowering rosebud as he reinserted it. Temptation took control of my actions, I reached between his cattle ranch legs putting a finger against the skin between her cunt and pooper causing her eubstance to beat and slowly worked up to her pussy rubbing her cunt sass while David fucked her. I just had to, not surely why but my digit and thumb formed a R-2 around David's hefty pecker. It was like he was fucking twice at the Sami prison term. His dick sliding through my digit at the like time sliding into Katy,

David's offset response was trying to swat me away calling me fag and homophile but when I refused to break off he just kept plowing her. It was certainly erotic being component part of the action. Katy was quite soaked by this time making for no friction. David was breathing heavily as he picked up the tempo ; I knew he was getting close. Pushing him, begging him for spell was of no use, I didn't want him to soil my girlfriend with his semen, I had been so heedful not to drop any into her and my in effect friends was about to pollute her inside with his. Even in the feeble light of the room I watched as his trunk tensed, with my digit still encompassing his rod it began a slight gibbosity and with one final push he was spraying her cervix with his spermatozoon. I felt each rush toss through his large tube, not one or two but three large contraction then three kid spasms and he was done. Or I thought he was done. He was a true stud, the completely put in pecker began a ho-hum pumping action as I felt it wither, and my fingers still in place were being coated with his cum.

Her body not fat but surely a little plump couldn't hold his ejaculation spilling out of her with a small stream running down over her wrinkle asshole. Another three or four instant and he rolled off her onto the floor. Katy's face in pleasure while I watched her cunt consecrate up more of David's cum.

Final closure :

I was worked up so bad after watching David I didn't waste any time to clean Katy and replaced Saint David. It was heaven feeling David's still ardent come coating my dick as I pumped the shit out of her. I got my chance and filled her again. We would have another round with Katy before the night was over. I still had problem with St. David and his dick, it was clear that Katy was partial tone to Jacques Louis David's.

The subject of doing it again with David was suggested several metre from her during the next few hebdomad, it was clear that when she grabbed his dick through his pants that evening he had her attention but after getting fucked by him that took the patty. We never had another threesome, I never had bi-sex again and David's dick steal my female child

They now live happily the next Ithiel Town over, raised three children and have two grandchildren. I see them occasionally. I can but enquire if his shaft is still as big as it was forty plus geezerhood ago ; I do know her body is quite a bit bigger having turned into a fairly large woman.

The end .