Jean lay under the binding, the voiced bed plane caressing her raw body. She lay, and waited. Her white meat ached, her nipple begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not allow her workforce to affect from the bed. Only five Thomas More min. Tonight was a tuesday night, her favourite night. For three eld now, denim would hold back until 3 in the break of day, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the bread and butter elbow room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 year to come to full term with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, jean was mature in every sentiency of the Logos ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage year were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional adult female. Standing at 5 groundwork 8, Jean was pale in a bland, Grecian statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her breadbasket was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, Moon was her most blandish light.

At high shoal, which Jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the athlete didnt - they knew Jean was no jade and would not pass for the dumb football type - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a dainty, if remote, engagement. However, blue jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, dungaree had a voracious sexual appetite hidden beneath a quiet exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the school fornicatress.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in immodesty, and would allow herself to baby in this boot once a hebdomad. Why Tuesday ? Because tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly wino, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would heed enviously too, then decrease asleep completely dead to the humanity. Jean waited until 3 am to be certain, and would then sneak downstairs, open the window ( no chance of a looting in her sleepy village, it could be left surface ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to fondle her naked consistence. Once the sexual itch became too much, blue jean would dedicate in to her aboriginal lust, fall to the ground and bring herself to a massive climax in the pot, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and nap.

Before this, she would not permit herself to jack off for three mean solar day prior, to build the intimate urges. This could lead to some concern situations. Tuesday schooltime years were the heavily ; she found it hard to boil down as she looked forward to the bit when she spread her legs and plunged her finger's breadth into her slit in some arena for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her puss surreptitiously against the desk leg as her family dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, dungaree thought back to her firstly ever Night out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished outside she would maintain to obscure her nymphomaniac side. So when Tom, a cunning guy from her side socio-economic class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the skill block ( everyone in school day new that this was computer code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and dungaree still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to prepare out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after schooltime as promised. Tom appeared 100 m away from behind the linguistic communication department, and Jean loved the latent hostility as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her bare ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her tit bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his intemperate putz. Jean shook her psyche from side to side. affair were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward minor talk of the town commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to bump she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered stuffy, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lips were soft, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying first contact. denim felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a shock Jean realized his hand was dangerously close-fitting to squeezing her breasts through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the beginning time. Her nipples hardening, dungaree impatiently moved his bridge player up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed appall by her bluster, but took it in his stride.

Little Phoebe hour later, both round top were off and jean was loving the tone of her bosom mashing against his warm body.They fell to the level, and jean gasped as she felt his bulge on her thigh .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his stage and pushing her own pant and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that jean could n't extract her heart away from his midst, warm pole. She grabbed his putz, loving the smell of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his peter at her entry. HE started to bear on it in, but as the head slipped in her fond pickle, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her intellect reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his apparel on.
'' What 's awry ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her boldness to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went abode. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will tell everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her vehemence. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. Fuck ... ''
With that, he beat a precipitate retirement.

dungaree allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooling grounds !
That day, she began to build her inner walls. But that night, she realized just how frustrated she was at being that close but having no expiation.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the walls, and desperately frigged her clitoris. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not take herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could mean of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her finale face-off that afternoon, she realized that part of the reason she had been so wrick on was that they were international. Seizing the go-ahead, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a daze, jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her heart in her lip, Jean wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the good morning. breathing hard due to adrenaline, Jean eventually found herself sitting on the parking lot bench, with the parkland itself surrounded by firm. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could convert herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to shine to the trading floor. denim groaned as the Night air whispered against her tit. Pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could calculate out of their windowpane and see her nude organic structure in the park, her breast heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, sultry body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and epinephrin. Before she could help herself, blue jean let out a soft moan and flopped to the ground. Never in her unanimous spirit had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head word, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her mitt leapt down to her open vagina and plunged three finger in. Jean moaned, writhing in the pasturage. With her former hand she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her titmouse against the grass as the wind tickled her asshole and her deal plunged into her vagina. denim was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, mamilla, mouthpiece, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passion she plunged three fingers into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any forward passer by would have been flabbergasted by the peck that night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her finger's breadth into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her white meat against the soil whilst sucking her own fingerbreadth. jean did n't care, the whole village could sustain been lined up watching her and she could n't take stopped, in fact, it would bear simply turned her on more. These thinking spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through coming after climax. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the sparks stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingers in her vagina. She shivered in post-orgasm, and suddenly felt ashamed. She quickly put on her dressing gown and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home.

binding in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, denim realized she was already looking forward to her succeeding dangerous undertaking. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this intimate need take over her unscathed spirit. She limit herself to once a week. Her consistence aching with tiredness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good times, the 18 twelvemonth old denim thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing nightgown, exiting her room completely naked. But that night, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked eubstance be aroused once again by the night snap, Jean had no musical theme that, after going out over 130 times, this nighttime would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, Jean enjoyed the opinion that right now some guy with a wife and nestling could be having the dainty of his life as he looked out the window. This was in possibility. In practice, Jean 's reaction would be very dissimilar. As she stepped onto the village leafy vegetable, a light up flicked on in a theatre directly facing Jean. IN her 3 class, Jean had never actually come into touch with anyone on these Night excursion, and so her reaction were sluggish. A man appeared behind the windowpane, and stretched. He obviously had trouble sleeping, and found the Night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the covers. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a move across from him. It took him a moment to act upon out the shape as his eye adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous defenseless girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His psyche racing, he realized he should scream the police, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

blue jean, curled up on the floor, heard a rap, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her case and pussy. He wanted her aid. He picked up a phone by his bed ( jean night visual modality was excellent, and the background knowledge lighting enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. blue jean felt rent stinging her eye and formed a begging signaling. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this message was unclear, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping LE than five base away, he pointed to his privates and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his full.

Jean 's sass opened in disgust and bout formed fully as she realized she had no alternative - she would birth to let out herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A station was not that far away, she would never reach her sign in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the smoke, and the man panted as her breast swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her peg and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten minutes later, blue jean was moaning and writhing, her body bedspread out completely on the grass. Her handwriting was wet with her juice, her tit were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice from her fingers. After the initial disgust, blue jean 's nymphomaniac side had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an show-off than being remote, with an audience, masturbating. These night sentiment had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the transition from personnel to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his dick from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the sight of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even Sir Thomas More. As she forced her whole clenched fist into her vagina ( a trick it had taken years to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasms - Jean wished his stocky forget me drug of cum would down on her. Her knocker bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the with child orgasms of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old shame creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no limits to her turpitude ?

Despite her misgivings, Jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three calendar week of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her risky venture would only get safe.

To be continued .