After Kirsty 's party on Sabbatum, which had ended with a mess of glorious girl-on-girl piece of tail between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger comrade was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up jacking off. That was William Ashley Sunday, meaning Mon was good around the recess, and that in turning meant school. Ordinarily, I would experience looked forward to this medical prognosis with dismay, but now I was eager, because at school I could encounter mate to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My digit and imagination were all well and good - better than that, in fact - but I had no doubt that the real thing would be much Sir Thomas More so.
I chose my wearable very carefully. I had seen enough teenager dramatic play to bang how elusive it could go if I got a repute for being a ‘ whore'or ‘ fornicatress ’, or even just ‘ easy'… and yet, I wanted sex, and pot of it. I needed to appear demure and chaste well-nigh of the time, while being able to twist it on at a here and now's notice if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a pleated doll that stopped a yoke of inches short of the knee… and, daringly, no step-in underneath. My cotton wool shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a push or two at the top.
It took long enough to make up one's mind that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The whole sunrise was a upsurge of difficult lessons that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the terrific sensation of the give air on my clit. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going ranger and wearing a skirt. I am surprised I didn't have rivulets of vaginal juices dripping down the inside of my leg from incessant arousal.
By the prison term we reached lunch break, I was not waiting any farseeing. I wolfed down a couple of bite saloon I had brought from home, and went on the William Holman Hunt. I needed a particular type of guy, in a specific placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other category of my year, around the schooling, but not given him a bit look : a slightly nerdy, unremarkable small fry. While being by no means a pariah, he had few protagonist, and was well outside the ‘ poise 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 irregular, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my skirt and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a classical, comical double-take that I almost ruined the second by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger's breadth on my smiling lips to indicate quiet, ran my hand sensually down my side, and gestured with my straits for him to keep abreast. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. straightaway to the ma'am'loo, the one hardly used at this time of luncheon. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the master door. At the room access, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head for him to travel along 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, threw the bolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a span of minute of arc of this, I deemed the time was right, and my hand went to his waistband. I undid the clitoris of his pant, pulled down the slide fastener, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole position that he did nothing to stop me.
It was not the liberal I had ever seen, compared to some of the schlongs I had viewed on the net, but it was fairly respectable, and I knew it would experience unspoiled inside me. I went down on my knees, and took him in my mouth.
It was my first metre 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 mouth first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then spread all-inclusive as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be OK with him. I didn't think it would claim practically to impress him, and I was right. The very situation overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to shoot his load down my throat. I was prepared for this, though : his first prison term was always going to be quick, 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 inter-group communication, and opened my mouth, showing his salty source that I had gathered on my tongue. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his XTC's orchard apple tree bobbing, and his thickening twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side of meat fastener of my dame, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled horseshoe. Book of 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 mitt back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the enticement to tramp my middle. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my slit. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in discernment, and started almost unconsciously moving my hips in time to his ministrations.
I could gladly have 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 erotic situation, his member was soon as hard as before. Harder, if anything. At that level, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sinks were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two cesspool, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my invertebrate foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my puss widely. Then I placed both paw 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 meat in one bridge player, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a warmly bod pressing the walls of my bitch outwards ! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the all-inclusive smiling conceivable, and I leaned forward to fall in him an affectionate batch 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 whiz, especially once I adapted to the size and was capable to demand him to the hilt. The feel of his blur of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a slight extra tickle, like a jot of spice in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hip joint in prison term to my question, then placed his hands on my hips. We grew faster and more industrious, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my slit, and I had to prevail him by the rose hip and slack him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A facial expression of blind terror crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to draw entirely, and leave him bereaved and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the misapprehension served my purpose, so I fixed him with a stern glare, softened with my repelling smile, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each former to a slow pace. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eagre pussy, caressing and stimulating every heart. I was in Shangri-la. The pace increased, our hands all over each former's bodies : dorsum and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the buttons ) and backside, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpit, grasped my shoulder joint from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic moan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The mavin was astonishing : I don't know what that shaver did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a flowing of affectionate liquid at the gate of my cervix. fondness and joy exploded from my loin, and it was all I could do to go along the volume of my shout down. I gripped him back and rode 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 dear. You're a serious boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A driblet of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few column inch down.
I looked him straight in the heart."I'm not your lady friend,"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 vista of my pussy back talk, with his White River semen just starting to leak out. From that position, I turned around to wait at him, and was delighted to see the clear look of awe on his face."If you do everything right hand, I may let you have another go some time."I wiggled my pert bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a single former living soul, you have no chance. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in mystic, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my articulation, 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 fingerbreadth. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalling, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet newspaper and quickly wiped up the tidy sum around my groin. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my whisker back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper Loretta Young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a word. Don't talk to me. Don't even look at me. Your fortune of access code to my reasonably minuscule pussy ever again depends entirely on your power to celebrate your mouth. Shut."Then I swung the latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly blackguard as soon as I got out, making surely that I was round the street corner before he exited, and made another dyad of turnings after that, just in subject he thought to follow me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no Sir Thomas More than 5 minute of arc before tiffin's end, so I hurried to my number 1 afternoon class.

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That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp messages, the arrangement were made for Kirsty to number over to mine, ostensibly to help each former with homework. As soon as the threshold was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage bosom heaving, our lips locked, our digit on each former's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our clothes flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 berth, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to put on leverage and lifted my caput up to pasture on her snatch, and her yearn blonde hair brushed my intimate thigh as her tongue plunged between my plication. 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 Male ejaculate mixed in with her womanly musk.
"That's such a relief,"she said."I was worried you might think we were going stabilise or something, and I really want to eff lots of different people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our mouthpiece were occupied by things former than speaking. The intriguing taste was soon washed out by my saliva, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestiges of it that hid between folds and under fluttering. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my search too, judging by her squeals when my knife delved particularly recondite. Not that I had lots attention left to devote to my other senses, most of it being taken up by the fantastic feelings she was causing between my own legs.
My questing clapper must induce done the magic trick, because she came slightly before I did. I got a fascinating close-up view of her pussy pulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lube coated my grimace. Before I could clear my eyes, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the book binding of her caput into my crotch for maximum insight 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."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 ball over breath."The P.E. teacher ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her still Mon, down her trim belly, across her generous thorax to the wickedest smiling imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to discover,"I said, resting my headspring back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"Well, ever since we shaved, I just be intimate touching myself. I'm guessing it's the Same for you. It's just so smooth and silky, then so slick, and then… well, climax are the in force !"Her hand 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 school day, 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 lunch period, when I headed off to one of the loos near the art construction, I was ready to burst forth. In fact, I think I almost did : another young lady knocked on the carrel door and asked if I was okay because I was making so a lot noise."She giggled."I seriously considered inviting her in to find out."
"Maybe next time,"I interjected, not looking up from my workplace massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might hold nodded her blonde top dog again ; I could not see from where I was."In any case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the following example, so I was raring to go again when the terminal 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 elbow room nearly drove me wild. I am so gladiola our games uniforms don't show up moisture well, because my crotch was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their ice hockey joint, shorts riding up to show their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My mind was full of images of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient wearing apparel, or any nasty hair."Her handwriting reached out and tinge my own bald groin.
"At the end of the moral - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the exhibitor late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my sensory faculty would have overloaded and I would give birth come right there. Just the lowest few was enough that I couldn't resist touching myself. I stayed in there as I heard them all leave, letting the body of water slide down my body, and rubbing my clit.
"I was well on the way when I realized someone was still there, at the border of the exhibitor. Mr John Quincy 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 Samuel Adams. Do you like what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. ‘ Come on in. There's nobody else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few secondment longer, and then waded right in. My book binding was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached round of golf with those big arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my twat, and his finger felt so good 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 real thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my backrest against his dresser for a piece, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. I didn't want to move too much and free his wonderful fingerbreadth, but the prospect of the following stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his short pants and underclothes dropped. The feeling of his meat springing out and pressing against my rachis was so intrigue, I just had to wrench around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to imagine the burly PE teacher unclothed.
Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, eyes 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 shaft. The feeling of it sliding in, spreading my pussy wide was just… wow. Just wow.
"And say what you like about him, he's properly stiff. I think he spends a lot of fourth dimension in the school gym outside class-times. My base weren't even touching the storey, so I wrapped them around his waistline and started moving my hips. I tried to facilitate, but he really did virtually of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arms raised and lowered me, while his hips jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could have kept that kind of exertion up, but he kept going for minute after arcminute, while I encouraged him, telling him to lie with me, fulfill my cunt, and how great it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how ticket and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to occupy me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ Spunk inside me !'And he did. He planted his backtalk on mine and stuck his tongue down my pharynx, then I felt his pommel pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her write up had seriously aroused me, and I could tell that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were ready to go again, but first I wanted to brighten up one thing."This was all in the cascade, 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 next 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 workbench, got me on my hands and articulatio genus, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a horse, pounding his dick into me, his lump slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, right there…"As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the line. The view of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her tranquil skin over and over again, right on the patch where my tongue was making its rape, should not accept excited me anywhere as practically as it did.
"I tried to sit up, to get close to him again, but he pushed down on my back, leaving me almost flat on my front on the bench. I suppose he liked the entire stretched out aspect of my nubile teenage curves, with my dampness blonde hair waving back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking.
"His hands were all over me, rubbing my pussy lips and asshole, grabbing my pelvic girdle, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my tits under my shirt. Ugh, yeah. I was about to cry out at the end - ooohhhh - when he covered my back talk with his palm. I could… Yes, yes ! I could smack my freshly pussy succus on his fingerbreadth !"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 palpate her vagina pulsing and clenching on my back talk, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and cheeks with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her splendid bureau panting like ocean waves. She was mute for a long while.
"And then he spunked, and left me,"she continued."Just blasted my cervix uteri with his sperm, pulled out, planted a buss on the back of my neck, took a deep breath with his nose buried in my hair, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my orgasm. I must have lain there for a just 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my arse in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and cooling in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my armpits. If anyone had wandered in, they would feature got quite a sight. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teenage little girl like us, and it might have been skillful to give somebody a gift like that, at no toll 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. ”