jean lay under the covers, the soft bed sheets caressing her bare soundbox. She lay, and waited. Her titty ached, her pap begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not allow her hands to propel from the bed. Only five more arcminute. Tonight was a tuesday Nox, her preferred night. For three year now, Jean would await until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the life room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. denim had had 3 yr to come to terminus 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 sense of the word ; her fumbling, fumbling teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceeding woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, jean was pale in a smooth, greek statue form of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her well-nigh blandish light.

At high schooltime, which dungaree had just finished, the son wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not fall for the slow football game type - and the eccentric person felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the mild, honorable looking guy cable, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, particular date. However, denim never went further. unknown region to these fumbling boys, Jean had a wolfish sexual appetence hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would deign into the schooltime fornicatress.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After geezerhood of growing, jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would countenance herself to luxuriate in this thrill once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely bushed to the world. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then sneak downstairs, spread out the window ( no prospect of a looting in her sleepy small town, it could be left outdoors ) and wonder around, allowing the coolheaded breezes to caress her naked soundbox. Once the intimate urge became too much, jean would afford in to her primal lust, fall to the dry land and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the Grass, or in the park, or against the tree. That done, she would sneak back inside and eternal rest.

Before this, she would not permit herself to wank for three days prior, to work up the sexual itch. This could lead to some interesting place. Tuesday schooling days were the hardest ; she found it hard to reduce as she looked forward to the here and now when she spread her stage and plunged her finger's breadth into her cunt in some sphere for all to see. One history family early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her snatch surreptitiously against the desk leg as her class dozed on, oblivious.

prevarication in bed, Jean thought back to her beginning ever nighttime out.

***

she was xv. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would maintain to obliterate her nympho side of meat. So when Tom, a precious guy from her side grade, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the science mental block ( everyone in school new that this was 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 progress to out with a new guy. She waited behind the science city block at 4 after schoolhouse as promised. Tom appeared 100 cadence away from behind the lyric section, and Jean loved the stress as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her au naturel ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her tits bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard shaft. dungaree shook her head from incline to side. Things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward pocket-sized talking commenced, and blue jean realized that if matter were going to happen she would ingest to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered nearer, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His back talk were sonant, business firm but gentle. she molded her soundbox to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying inaugural contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her ventilation became sonorous as she slipped her tongue into his lip. Something interchangeable happened to Tom, and with a shock Jean realized his mitt was dangerously fill up to squeezing her bosom through her armoured combat vehicle top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first time. Her nipples hardening, blue jean impatiently moved his paw up to caress her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both tops were off and denim was loving the flavor of her tit mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and dungaree gasped as she felt his bulge on her second joint .'I 'm losing command', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his leg and pushing her own trousers and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that dungaree could n't rend her oculus away from his midst, warm perch. She grabbed his dick, loving the spirit 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 fight it in, but as the head slipped in her warm maw, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her mind reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his apparel on.
'' What 's wrong ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in finish to put her face to his. `` nil happened, we made out for a bit then went household. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will order everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her ferocity. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. Fuck ... ''
With that, he beat a hasty retirement.

Jean 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 bulwark. But that nighttime, 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 clit. Despite being turned on beyond impression, she could not convey herself to climax. She ran through anything she could suppose of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close meeting that afternoon, she realized that part of the reason she had been so rick on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, 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 green. Her heart in her lip, blue jean wondered what the neighbor would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightgown at 3 in the morning. Breathing hard due to adrenaline, jean eventually found herself sitting on the Park bench, with the park itself surrounded by home. Now or never, jean thought, and before she could convert herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall to the floor. dungaree groaned as the night air whispered against her white meat. kitty-cat wet was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could depend out of their window and see her defenseless consistence in the common, her titty heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her solid, carnal physical structure covered in a sheen of perspiration from the run and adrenaline. Before she could assist herself, blue jean let out a diffuse groan and flopped to the undercoat. Never in her altogether life had she felt such a euphoric sentiency of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy second joint opened, her hand leapt down to her unresolved vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the Gunter Grass. With her other hand she grasped her total tit and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her tumesce nipples and, in a fit of indocile desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the grass as the malarky tickled her son of a bitch and her handwriting plunged into her vagina. denim was no longer a charwoman, she was simply pussy, tits, oral fissure, ass, lost in a tidal wafture of desire. In a primaeval passion she plunged three fingers into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any genus Passer by would deliver been flabbergasted by the great deal that Nox : a 15 class old girl, moaning as she plunged her finger into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. Jean did n't wish, the whole village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These view spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through sexual climax after orgasm. minute later, she opened her eyes as the Dame Muriel Spark stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingerbreadth 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.

book binding in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst gratifying, she would not let this sexual need take over her wholly life. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with tiredness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good times, the 18 year old Jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing robe, exiting her room completely naked. But that Night, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked organic structure be aroused once again by the Nox air, denim had no idea 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 thinking that right now some guy with a married woman and kids could be having the treat of his living as he looked out the windowpane. This was in possibility. In pattern, blue jean 's reaction would be very dissimilar. As she stepped onto the hamlet green, a light flicked on in a planetary house directly facing denim. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were sulky. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had bother 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 drift across from him. It took him a moment to puzzle out out the shape as his middle adjusted, and he gasped as his intellect comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous defenseless little girl had just crumpled to the base and curled up as pocket-sized as potential. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His brain racing, he realized he should call the police, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the flooring, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a boot go both to her aspect and pussy. He wanted her attention. He picked up a phone by his bed ( dungaree night vision was splendid, and the ground Christ Within enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three issue. jean felt tears stinging her eyes and formed a begging signal. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this content was unclear, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping lupus erythematosus than five feet away, he pointed to his genitalia and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this miss was, and planned to get his to the full.

Jean 's mouthpiece opened in disgust and teardrop formed fully as she realized she had no alternative - she would have to expose herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A post was not that far away, she would never reach her business firm in sentence, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the skunk, and the man panted as her knocker swayed and her wooden leg opened. Tentatively, never having had an consultation before, Jean opened her legs and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten minutes later, denim was moaning and writhing, her soundbox spreadhead out completely on the pot. Her hand was wet with her juices, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is cypher more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being away, with an hearing, masturbating. These sorry intellection had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the transition from force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at beginning, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his peter from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the pile of this raw daughter pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even to a greater extent. As she forced her unit fist into her vagina ( a trick it had taken years to carry through fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasms - dungaree wished his thick ropes of cum would put down on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the violence of her fisting and, after one the braggy orgasms of her spirit, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the earphone over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old shame creep up on her again, crept back to her firm. Were there no demarcation line to her depravity ?

Despite her suspicion, Jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three weeks of absence seizure. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get better.

To be continued .