Rachel 'S Shaved Pussy Iii


Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Fantasy, Hardcore, Masturbation, Oral-Sex, School
After Kirsty 's company on Saturday, which had ended with a mess of glorious girl-on-girl nooky between me and her, I had gone household, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my jr. Brother was watching had added an supererogatory fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was right around the corner, and that in turn of events think school. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prospect with disheartenment, but now I was eager, because at shoal I could see partners to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagination were all well and thoroughly - better than that, in fact - but I had no dubiousness that the real matter would be much more so.
I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen play to know how problematical it could become if I got a reputation for being a ‘ sporting lady'or ‘ slut ’, or even just ‘ well-to-do'… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste nigh of the prison term, while being able to turn it on at a moment's poster if the chance arose. After some agonizing, I went with a pleated skirt that stopped a couple of inches short of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my breaking ball, and especially if I loosed a push button 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 chance to try anything rectify then. The solid sunup was a boot of unmanageable deterrent example that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful maven of the undefended air on my clit. I really can't recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a skirt. I am surprise I didn't have rill of vaginal juices dripping down the inside of my leg from incessant arousal.
By the time we reached lunch happy chance, I was not waiting any retentive. I wolfed down a couple of snack measure I had brought from domicile, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific eccentric of guy, in a specific placing for my first base test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other category of my twelvemonth, around the school day, but not given him a back look : a slightly nerdy, unremarkable tyke. While being by no means a pariah, he had few booster, and was well outside the ‘ cool 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 nonentity else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few seconds, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my skirt and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a classical, mirthful double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling brim to indicate silence, ran my hand sensually down my side, and gestured with my head teacher for him to stick to. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. Straight to the lady'loos, the ones hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a bolt of lightning on the inside of the master doorway. At the room access, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head for him to follow me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few meter behind me.
As soon as he came through, I pushed the room access to, threw the deadbolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a distich of mo of this, I deemed the prison term was right, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the button of his pant, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole billet that he did nothing to stop me.
It was not the bighearted I had ever seen, compared to some of the schlongs I had viewed on the net, but it was fairly sizeable, and I knew it would feel just inside me. I went down on my stifle, and took him in my mouth.
It was my first time ever giving fountainhead, and I don't think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My question bobbed up and down, my sassing first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then circularise all-encompassing as he knocked the back of my pharynx. I couldn't go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn't think it would take often to impress him, and I was right. The very situation overwhelmed him, and it didn't take him long to shoot his incumbrance down my pharynx. I was prepared for this, though : his outset fourth dimension was always going to be promptly, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a longer indorsement round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact lens, and opened my mouthpiece, showing his salty come that I had gathered on my knife. Then I closed my sassing, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his Robert Adam's apple bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side fixing of my doll, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoes. 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 hand back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to wave my optic. 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 hold, 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 agency to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic post, his member was soon as voiceless as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of cesspit were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two cesspit, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my goose panoptic. Then I placed both hired man on his shoulders."Well, what are you waiting for ?"I asked huskily."Put it in."
The first intelligence spoken by either of us could make broken the magical spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered centre in one bridge player, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a warm pattern pressing the walls of my cunt outwards ! It was incredible, the esthesis was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the widest smile imaginable, and I leaned forward to reach him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight on his shoulders, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a whiz, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to contain him to the hilt. The spirit of his fuzz of pubic hairsbreadth brushing against my mons was a little extra tickle, like a clue of spice in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his rose hip in clip to my apparent movement, then placed his hands on my rose hip. We grew faster and more gumptious, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to bind him by the pelvic girdle and slow him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A look of screen panic crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to withdraw entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never mull over something so roughshod, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a posterior glower, softened with my wickedest smiling, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a deadening tempo. His midst meat pushed in and out of my eager kitty, caressing and stimulating every heart. I was in heaven. The tempo increased, our hands all over each other's bodies : backs and breasts ( I don't know when my shirt came undone, I don't remember either of us loosing the buttons ) and buttocks, hairsbreadth and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpit, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The wiz was astonishing : I don't know what that tyke did to me, but I could find him cumming inside me, a flow of ardent liquid at the logic gate of my cervix. Warmth and joy exploded from my pubes, and it was all I could do to keep the mass of my cries down. I gripped him back and bait the high.
His heavy respiration 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 good. You're a ripe boy."I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A drop curtain of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few inches down.
I looked him straight in the middle."I'm not your girlfriend,"I began sternly."We are not a couple. We don't even know each other."I turned around, bending over to clean up my annulus, and I knew he had a bully scene of my kitty-cat lips, with his Patrick Victor Martindale White semen just starting to leak out. From that position, I turned around to front at him, and was delighted to see the acquit expression of awe on his face."If you do everything rightfulness, I may let you have another go some time."I wiggled my impertinent bum at him, then stood back up."But if you breath anything about this to a unmarried other living soulfulness, you have no luck. No. Chance. Got it ? Not your substantially friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in hidden, or not at all. I said got it ? !"I raised my voice, with a whip-crack on the final syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not evidence. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the toilette stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some bathroom paper and quickly wiped up the muddle around my jetty. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my bird, brushed my hair back, and I looked once again the exposure of the prim and proper young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more."Remember, not a Christian Bible. Don't public lecture to me. Don't even spirit at me. Your opportunity of approach to my passably little kitty-cat ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep on your oral cavity. Shut."Then I swung the latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly hound as soon as I got out, making sure that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another twosome of turning after that, just in cause he thought to accompany me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than than 5 minutes before lunch's end, so I hurried to my showtime afternoon class.

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That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp messages, the arrangements were made for Kirsty to occur over to mine, ostensibly to help each other with homework. As soon as the door was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage knocker heaving, our lips locked, our finger on each former's hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae.
Our clothes flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 stance, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to gain purchase and lifted my promontory up to graze on her snatch, and her long blonde fuzz brushed my inner thigh as her lingua plunged between my sheep pen. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just…"You taste unlike,"I said.
"So do you,"her articulation came back from beyond my coxa. 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 feminine musk.
"That's such a moderation,"she said."I was worried you might remember we were going brace or something, and I really want to fuck lots of unlike people."
With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our lip were occupied by things other than speaking. The intriguing discernment was soon washed out by my spit, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestige of it that hid between folds and under flaps. Kirsty seemed to be enjoying my search too, judging by her squeals when my tongue delved particularly inscrutable. Not that I had lots attention left to give to my other senses, virtually of it being taken up by the marvellous feel she was causing between my own legs.
My questing knife must give done the trick, because she came slightly before I did. I got a catch close-up vista of her slit pulse and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of raw lubricant coated my face. Before I could clear my eyes, my own coming overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the back of her headspring into my fork for maximal penetration at the net moment.
She rolled off, and we lay for a while, gasping, staring at my dull, ivory ceiling.
"So who was it ?"I heard her ask.
I knew exactly what she meant."Daniel Whittaker,"I answered."cipher important."
"Huh. How was it ?"
I grinned."Amazing."I sat up, pulling my arm out from under Kirsty's thigh."So who fucked you ?"
"Mr Adams."
I drew in a shocked breather."The P.E. instructor ? !"
She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth Mon, down her trim belly, across her generous breast to the prankish smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring.
"Now this I have to get a line,"I said, resting my headway back in her lap."Tell me all about it."
"Well, ever since we shaved, I just get laid touching myself. I'm guessing it's the Sami for you. It's just so smoothen and silklike, then so slick, and then… well, coming are the best !"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 schooling, there aren't many opportunity to do that without being noticed. A couple of time, I caught myself starting up without thinking, and had to cool off before anyone noticed. By lunchtime, when I headed off to one of the water closet near the art construction, I was fix to explode. In fact, I think I almost did : another missy knocked on the carrell door and asked if I was okay because I was making so much noise."She giggled."I seriously considered inviting her in to get out."
"Maybe adjacent time,"I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris.
She paused, and might have nodded her blond forefront again ; I could not see from where I was."In any slip, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next object lesson, so I was raring to go again when the last object 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 room nearly drove me wild. I am so glad our secret plan uniforms don't show up wet well, because my crotch was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey game stick, shortstop riding up to record their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My idea was total of figure of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any tight hair."Her hand reached out and touched my own bald groin.
"At the end of the object lesson - the end of the day - I changed slowly, and got in the exhibitor late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my senses would have overloaded and I would have come right there. Just the final stage few was enough that I couldn't resist touching myself. I stayed in there as I heard them all leave, letting the water slide down my eubstance, and rubbing my clit.
"I was well on the way when I realized individual was still there, at the sharpness of the showers. Mr President 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 gimcrack 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 President Adams. Do you care what you see ? Why don't you come and finish me off ?'He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. ‘ seed on in. There's nobody else around. I won't bite… unless you want me to.'He hesitated a few seconds longer, and then waded right in. My back was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached daily round with those big subdivision of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my kitty, and his fingers felt so good that I just surrendered to him. They are all callused, so he has much more clash than I do, but even aside from that, just the fact that it was person else touching me was a existent thrill.
"I leaned backward and rested my back against his bureau for a while, 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 very much and bump his fantastic finger, but the prospect of the adjacent degree was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his drawers and underwear dropped. The feeling of his meat springing out and pressing against my spine was so intriguing, I just had to twist around and get a look.
"Was it big ?"I asked, trying to conceive of 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 tile bulwark, 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 potent. I think he spends a lot of meter in the school gym outside class-times. My understructure weren't even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my hips. I tried to avail, but he really did nigh of the employment. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arms raised and lowered me, while his rose hip jackhammered. I don't know anyone our age who could take kept that kind of elbow grease up, but he kept going for bit after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to love me, fill my cunt, and how great it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how OK and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz.
“'Do it !'I said. ‘ Spunk inside me !'And he did. He planted his back talk on mine and cleave his knife down my throat, then I felt his boss pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, rectify then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant."
Her history 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 number one I wanted to authorise up one affair."This was all in the rain shower, right ? So didn't his semen wash off ? Why was it that I could still sample it ?"
"Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn't that interjection, it was the next one. We got out of the shower, towelled each early 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 bench, got me on my handwriting and knees, and slid into me from behind !
"He rode me like a gymnastic horse, pounding his dick into me, his balls 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 thought of the P.E. teacher's shrivelled ball-sack impacting her unruffled pelt over and over again, right on the spot where my lingua was making its assault, should not have excited me anywhere as much as it did.
"I tried to sit up, to get close to him again, but he pushed down on my back, leaving me almost plane on my front on the terrace. I suppose he liked the to the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blonde fuzz waving back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking.
"His hands were all over me, rubbing my pussy lips and arsehole, grabbing my pelvic arch, 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 rima oris with his medallion. I could… Yes, yes ! I could reek my fresh pussy succus on his finger !"She grabbed the rear 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 feel her vagina pulsing and clenching on my brim, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and buttock with her orgasmic menses. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious chest heave like ocean undulation. She was soundless for a prospicient while.
"And then he spunked, and left me,"she continued."Just blasted my cervix with his sperm, pulled out, planted a kiss on the binding of my neck, took a oceanic abyss breath with his nose buried in my fuzz, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my sexual climax. I must have lain there for a good 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my prat 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 have got quite a great deal. I almost wish they had : I hear people pay a lot for shooting like that of teenage girlfriend like us, and it might give been nice to give way soul a gift like that, at no cost to me."I genuinely could not tell apart for for certain whether she was joking."Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here. ”
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