Jean lay under the cover song, the diffused bed sheets caressing her bare body. She lay, and waited. Her white meat ached, her tit begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not reserve her hands to locomote from the bed. Only five More proceedings. Tonight was a Tues Night, her pet Nox. For three years now, Jean would await until 3 in the forenoon, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the keep room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her Village. blue jean had had 3 eld to come to term with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she find particularly unquiet of her parents discovering her. At 18 age old, denim was mature in every sense of the word ; her fumbling, cumbersome teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 metrical foot 8, blue jean was pale in a suave, Greek statue sort of way, with perfectly formed C chest and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her most flattering light.

At heights school, which blue jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jockstrap didnt - they knew denim was no slovenly woman and would not fall for the dumb football character - and the eccentric person felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, jean had a edacious sexual appetite hidden beneath a suave exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would settle into the school slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her gender alone. After old age of maturation, jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in immodesty, and would allow herself to indulge in this rush once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'engagement dark, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly wino, have loud, erotic sex which denim would take heed enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the world. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then hook downstairs, spread out the window ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to caress her naked body. Once the sexual impulse became too very much, jean would give in to her primordial lust, fall to the ground and bring herself to a monumental coming in the locoweed, or in the parking area, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not tolerate herself to masturbate for three years prior, to build the sexual impulse. This could lead to some worry state of affairs. Tuesday school mean solar day were the heavy ; she found it hard to pore as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her leg and plunged her finger's breadth into her pussy in some champaign for all to see. One history class early on in her flasher life history, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussycat surreptitiously against the desk leg as her stratum dozed on, oblivious.

fabrication in bed, denim thought back to her first ever night out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the smoothen exterior she would maintain to hide her nymphomaniac face. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would wish to run into him behind the science pulley-block ( everyone in schooling new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest period of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to make out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after school day as promised. Tom appeared 100 cadence away from behind the language section, and denim loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her kitty-cat dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her raw ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her tits bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard pecker. Jean shook her head from side to side. thing were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward small talk commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to fall out she would have to initialize. As they talked, dungaree sauntered finisher, and before she knew he had planted his lip on hers.
His brim were soft, business firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few moment, just enjoying first contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her external respiration became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his oral cavity. Something alike happened to Tom, and with a shock jean realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her knocker through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first-class honours degree time. Her nipple hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hired man up to fondle her titty. Tom seemed shocked by her bluster, but took it in his stride.

quint minutes later, both tops were off and jean was loving the feel of her bosom mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and Jean gasped as she felt his bump on her second joint .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his legs and pushing her own trousers and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that denim could n't tear her centre away from his thick, warm pole. She grabbed his tool, loving the feel of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his dick at her entrance. HE started to push it in, but as the mind slipped in her warm hole, denim gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her intellect bobbin at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his dress on.
'' What 's wrong ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in last to put her typeface to his. `` nil happened, we made out for a bit then went family. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will assure everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her furiousness. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. Fuck ... ''
With that, he beat a precipitate retreat.

Jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school 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 atonement.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the wall, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could intend of that would reverse her on, and as she thought back to her close clash that afternoon, she realized that portion of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing night-robe and slipped out the downstairs windowpane. Her mind in a haze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her warmness in her mouth, Jean wondered what the neighbor would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the first light. Breathing intemperate due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the park bench, with the parkland itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing nightdress to fall to the floor. Jean groaned as the Night air whispered against her breasts. pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the idea that anyone could reckon out of their windowpane and see her bare body in the park, her chest heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her totally, sensual body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and adrenaline. Before she could facilitate herself, dungaree let out a soft groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her whole life had she felt such a euphoric sense of sexiness. Her optic almost rolling into her head, she gave into the tone. Her creamy thigh opened, her hand leapt down to her unresolved vagina and plunged three finger in. dungaree moaned, writhing in the skunk. With her other hand she grasped her good breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swell nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her bosom against the grass as the twist tickled her asshole and her hand plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no longer a woman, she was simply slit, tits, mouthpiece, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a fundamental passion she plunged three fingers into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the wad that night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the terra firma whilst sucking her own fingers. dungaree did n't care, the whole village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't get stopped, in fact, it would stimulate simply turned her on more. These sentiment spun through her ravaged creative thinker as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the sparkle 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 scrubs and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home.

Back in bed that night, dungaree realized she had begun a journey that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, jean realized she was already looking forward to her future adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this intimate need take over her whole life. She limit herself to once a calendar week. Her consistence aching with tiredness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good clip, the 18 yr old denim sentiment 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 body be aroused once again by the night piece of cake, Jean had no approximation that, after going out over 130 fourth dimension, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, Jean enjoyed the idea that right now some guy with a married woman and minor could be having the treat of his sprightliness as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In praxis, Jean 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village fleeceable, a light flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 class, denim had never actually come into inter-group communication with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heating under the blanket. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a cause across from him. It took him a moment to work out the soma as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his judgement comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girlfriend had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as potential. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should call the law, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

denim, curled up on the floor, heard a rap, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a blossom go both to her grimace and slit. He wanted her tending. He picked up a telephone set by his bed ( Jeans night vision was excellent, and the ground Light Within enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt weeping stinging her eyes and formed a pray sign. '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 less than five feet away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his full.

Jean 's mouth opened in disgust and snag formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would have to expose herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police force. A station was not that far away, she would never pass her house in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the forage, and the man panted as her bosom swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her legs and let her hand rub her button.

Ten minutes later, jean was moaning and writhing, her body spread out completely on the grass. Her manus was wet with her juice, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingerbreadth. After the initial disgust, jean 's nymphomaniac side of meat had taken over and she had realized that there is cipher more pleasing to an flasher than being outside, with an consultation, masturbating. These dark idea had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the transition from power to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his tool from his short pants and started to furiously outsmart one out to the sight of this raw daughter pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a married woman and this taboo thought sped her on even 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 maddened coming - jean wished his midst ropes of cum would put down on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the forcefulness of her fisting and, after one the biggest sexual climax of her life history, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the earphone over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old ignominy creep up on her again, crept back to her firm. Were there no limits to her depravity ?

Despite her misgiving, Jean eventually returned to the streets at Night, after a mere three hebdomad of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get meliorate.

To be continued .