The Virgin

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The VirginThis story contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults – male to female and female to female, including reference to anal play. Should these themes offend you please move on!As always, my characters are over 18. They are also entirely imaginary so any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.Having said all of that, I hope you enjoy my story…don’t forget to vote and perhaps leave a comment at the end!H_S.The Virgin TeacherLucy Bayliss, twenty six years old and a predatory lesbian, stood in the delicatessen section of the local supermarket and watched the girl as she pushed her shopping trolley down the aisle.She was a stunner, that was for sure. Eighteen or nineteen, at a guess. About five foot eight, slim. Blond hair tied back in a pony tail to expose a long, graceful neck and a little oval face with perfect skin adorned with a pair of startlingly blue eyes, a little button nose and rosebud lips as sweet and innocent as a choir girl’s. But it was the way she walked that attracted Lucy – a lithe, slinky movement that showed off her tight little body. It rolled her cupcake ass and thrust out her pert little breasts, promising a degree of sensuousness that to Lucy’s expert eye promised a burning sensuousness in everything she did. She might look like an innocent schoolgirl, Lucy thought, but she walks like a streetwalker.Lucy knew most of the youngsters in Therlmere but this was a new face, and its youth and virtuousness stopped her in her tracks. She followed her surreptitiously, watching her slim figure moving with its tight little buttocks and breasts like hard round apples under the pink tee shirt. She watched her stretch to the higher shelves, exposing her midriff with its firm flat belly and the delicious curve of her hips; and she watched with baited breath when the girl dropped her purse. She crouched to retrieve the coins, her little white panties exposed to Lucy’s hungry gaze with the outline of her tender young pussy inside them, the dark shadow of its lips pressed against the thin fabric. Lucy knew then she must have her, and she followed her around the shop waiting for a chance.The opportunity came at the check-out. She’d deliberately queued behind the girl and she watched as her goods were processed and the assistant presented her with the bill. ‘That’s sixty three dollars.’The girl fumbled in her purse, spilling out the notes and rummaging through coins. She counted them in growing confusion until she finally raised her eyes to the assistant. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t have enough.’The check out girl stared at her with bored eyes and shrugged. ‘Credit card?”Um, no.”It’s still sixty -three dollars then. Cash.”I’ll…uh, I’ll have to put some things back. Can I do that? Um, these things here -”Perhaps I can help.’ Lucy moved forward quickly. ‘It’s a shame to put stuff back and it will hold up everyone. Let me help.’ She proffered a twenty-dollar bill.’Oh, no, I couldn’t….no, thankyou. I’ll just -‘Lucy pressed the twenty into the shop assistant’s hand. ‘Here,’ she said. ‘Take that. Charge this young lady the balance.’The girl protested but Lucy insisted. ‘It’s nothing,’ she said. ‘Really. You can pay me back when you like.’ She regarded the girl’s face, seeing for the first time the little lines around her mouth and the gleam of awareness in her bright blue eyes. A little older than I first thought, but not by much. ‘Are you from around here?”No – well, I mean yes.’Lucy smiled. ‘Is that a no or a yes?”I’ve just moved here – two days ago. I’m staying with my grandmother for the holidays…up in Claxton Street – the old green house.’Lucy nodded. ‘I know it. I go right past it on the way home. Let me give you a lift.”Oh no, there’s no need.”I insist.’ She smiled. ‘I’m new too and I’d like to meet a friend.’They loaded the bags into Lucy’s little Golf and they chatted as she drove, taking the long way around to make the journey last.’I’m Lucy, by the way. What’s your name?”Jennifer – Jenny.’ The girl looked out of the window. ‘Is this the right way home?’ she asked. ‘I don’t remember it.”I’ve brought you round the coast road. It’s not much further and I thought I could show you a few places as you’re new to the village.’ She glanced at the girl. ‘I’m assuming you haven’t been here before?”No. Gran usually comes to us, but she’s just had a hip replacement. Mum would have come with me but she’s really busy at work so I said I’d help.”That’s very kind of you. Not many young people would do that.’The girl smiled. ‘I don’t mind. She’s a wonderful old lady.’ But I’d rather be at home, having fun.’What about you, Jenny?’ Lucy didn’t want to hear about the old lady. She could smell the warm fragrance of the girl’s body and she wanted to know more about her.’Me? Well, I’ve just finished high school – I start at Uni next year. My Mum’s on her own too, so I’m usually at home with her.’ She laughed briefly. ‘That tells you how boring I am.’Lucy smiled. ‘You can still have a good time, even in Thirlemere looking after your Gran.”Really?’ the girl glanced out of the window. ‘I’d have said this was the arsehole of the world…uh, I mean -‘ she turned to Lucy, her cheeks pink with rising embarrassment. ‘Sorry. I guess it’s your home…I didn’t mean to be rude.”No problem. In winter it is the arsehole of the world. In summer it’s delightful.’ So she’s a party girl. ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’The girl shook her head. ‘No. I’ve had a couple, but no one at the moment.”I know exactly how you feel.’Jenny didn’t answer and they drove in silence for a few moments before Lucy spoke again. ‘Would you like to come to dinner tonight?’ She glanced at the girl, watching her open her mouth to refuse. ‘No – wait. There’s a few of us – single girls like you. About your age, or just a bit older. We all go to the local seafood restaurant on Saturdays…it’s sort of a regular thing. Sometimes there’s a couple of us and sometimes five or six. It’s totally relaxed, Jenny, a few drinks and a few laughs, that’s all. It’s always a good night, and it won’t be late.’ She paused to judge the girl’s reaction. ‘I can’t think of a quicker way for you to meet a few folk just like yourself,’ she added.’Well -”Thirlemere really will be an arsehole of a place if you don’t get to meet a few people,’ Lucy interrupted. She reached over and touched the girl’s arm lightly. ‘If money’s a problem -”No – no, its not that. I just don’t want to intrude.’Lucy laughed. ‘You won’t be intruding, I promise. The girls will love you and it will be a great night – ah, here we are!’ She drew up alongside the old green house. ‘So it’s settled, then. I’ll pick you up at seven.’She watched as the girl stepped out of the car and collected her bags and she drove away, humming to herself. She would make sure the others kept away tonight – there would only be herself and Jenny and all of her instincts told her she was in with a chance.*The dinner went well. Jenny hadn’t even asked about the others not turning up, and from the start they’d hit it off, chatting together though the meal. The girl drank steadily and by the time dessert was served she was speaking freely. Lucy let her do most of the talking, content to sit back and admire the view.Jenny was talking about her father. ‘So what happened to him?’ Lucy asked.’He ran off with his secretary. She was about half his age – well, she looked it anyway.’ Jenny took another sip of her wine. ‘Apparently he’d been fuc – um, having it off with her for months and Mum didn’t know. Bastard!”If your Mum looked anything like you then he’s a stupid bastard.’Jenny smiled at the compliment. ‘We found out he’d been dipping his wick in other girls around town too. What a prick!”So what happened to him?’The girl shook her head. ‘He had to leave town in a hurry – apparently some of the local guys didn’t take kindly to him porking their wives. He lost his job, too. Last I heard he was on the dole with an ugly baby and his girlfriend doing tricks to make ends meet.’ Her eyes met Lucy’s. ‘Well, perhaps not – but that’s what he deserved.”Is that why you’re not too keen on blokes?’Jenny regarded her new friend with surprise. ‘Who said I wasn’t?”No one. Just an impression you’ve given.’The girl took another mouthful of wine and was silent for a few moments. ‘He put me off men, that’s for sure,’ she said at length. ‘And so did the first boy I had – all over me like a rash. I’ll never be treated like that again. I’m going to pick my next guy really carefully, no matter how long it takes.’ She smiled to herself. If only she knew.’That’s the problem with being pretty. You can be sure it’s not your mind they’re after.’The girl nodded absently and held up her glass to the candle, watching the light diffused though the soft amber liquid. ‘So have you got a guy?’Lucy shook her head. She’d spent a lot of trouble on her appearance and she knew she looked good. ‘Nope. A bit like you, really. I had a couple and got royally shafted, so to speak. That was three years ago – I’ve been alone ever since.’ In fact she’d been a lesbian all her life and the thought of cock was repulsive.’Bastards!’ Jenny lifted the glass to her lips.’Indeed. I can’t say I’ve missed them.”So don’t you get lonely?”Not at all. I’ve got my girlfriends – most of them are in the same situation.”Bastards,’ Jenny repeated. She regarded Lucy with interest. ‘Are you -‘Lucy nodded, her eyes on the girl’s face. ‘Not what you expected, I bet.”No. I thought you were all butch and wore sensible leather shoes.’ The girl smiled. ‘So you’ve been making a pass at me all night, and I didn’t get it. Is that why the others aren’t here?’Lucy shook her head, surprised at the girl’s perspicacity. ‘We’re not like guys. Not predatory, like them. I’m here because I like your company, Jenny,’ she lied. ‘Nothing more.”So why do you like it – girls, I mean.’ The wine made her bold.’Why not? They’re softer, smell better, taste nicer and don’t have the ego trips that most guys do. And because they have the same architecture they know how to please you.”But isn’t it awkward? At least with a guy you know what he wants.’Lucy smiled at her naivety. God she is lovely she thought, and so fucking innocent too. She felt the rising tide of excitement in the pit of her belly at the thought of seducing the girl, and at the thrill of the chase – like a spider waiting in the shadows, watching the juicy young fly flitting around the edge of its carefully laid web.’If another woman wants you she’ll let you know,’ Lucy said. ‘My first was my aunt – my Mum’s younger sister. She was only eight years older than I was – about the same difference as you and me, I guess. I’d always thought of her as trendy…you know, much more fun than other adults. I had no idea she was gay although I don’t think it would have changed things if I had…come to that, I had no idea I was gay either.’ She laughed, remembering the night. ‘I was staying over and she came into my room that night as I was reading. Next thing I know she was kissing me…I guess I’d put out some sort of message. Anyway, before I could say boo she was in bed, eating me.’Jenny glanced around the room in alarm to see if anyone could hear, but the nearest table was too far away. ‘Weren’t you embarrassed?’ she whispered.’Shit no! What she was doing with her tongue was magic. She sure knew just where to put it, and how often and how hard. I’m not offending you, am I?’The girl shook her head, her eyes wide at what she was hearing. ‘And did you….do her, too? Is that how it works?”There’s no rules, Jenny. You do whatever you’re comfortable with. All she wanted that first night was to make me happy.’ She regarded the girl, seeing the brightness of her gaze and the flush of colour in her cheeks, and her vulva crimped at the thought of having her tongue inside her. ‘Pretty different from the way guys try to get across you, wouldn’t you say?’Jenny nodded vaguely. ‘Did you go back?’ she asked. ‘With your aunt I mean.”Hell yes! We were an item for a couple of years until she found a more permanent arrangement.’ In fact her aunt had broken it off when Lucy got too aggressive one night. ‘Since then I’ve never looked back.’ She studied the girl for a moment. ‘I hope I haven’t made you feel awkward.’The girl shook her head. ‘No…no, you haven’t. There were girls at school who were rumoured to be…well, you know, um – that way inclined, but they kept to themselves. I’ve never really had the chance to talk to someone like you.’ She regarded the older woman, careful to keep her expression neutral.Lucy laughed softly and leaned forward. ‘You can say the word, you know,’ she said. ‘Lesbian. You had lesbians at school.’ She paused for a moment, watching the girl’s face. ‘I’m not surprised, Jenny. There are lots of us around, you know, probably far more than you think and for the most part we’re normal, decent people just like you.”I didn’t mean to be -”You weren’t, trust me,’ Lucy interrupted. She glanced around the restaurant. ‘I bet there’s probably three others in this very room,’ she said.Jenny was intrigued. ‘How can you tell?”If they’re attracted to you it’s easy – there’s the eye contact, the smile…the look, if you like. But even if they’re not hunting you just sense it…it’s like an aura, I guess’.Jenny smiled at her. Well, you haven’t picked my aura, she thought. So you’re not as clever as you think. She liked the idea of appearing naïve and innocent, of watching the hunter become the hunted. ‘What aura do you think I have?’ she asked.Lucy smiled. ‘A lonely one.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘I promised you an early night, Jenny. Do you want dessert or coffee?”No thanks. I’d better get back.”Right. I’ll bahis siteleri drop you off home, then’Jenny was quiet on the way home and Lucy let her think. She could see the girl’s interest and sense her arousal, but she also knew that if she pushed too hard she’d frighten her away. They arrived outside the big house and Lucy killed the engine and turned to her.’So did you enjoy tonight?”Yes, thank you. You’ve been very kind.”I enjoyed it too…perhaps we can do it again soon, if you like.’ She regarded the girl’s face, illuminated in the glowing lights of the instrument panel. It was turned towards her, the soft full lips slightly open and Lucy could see desire and nervousness in her expression. On impulse she leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the mouth, her lips lingering. For a moment she thought Jenny would pull away, but she didn’t: her mouth was soft and Lucy could taste the sweetness of her breath and the faint bouquet of the wine she had drunk.’Do you want me to go?’ she whispered. The lips under hers were as soft as feather down and the perfume of her skin intoxicating. She felt Jenny shake her head and she reached up and cupped the girl’s cheek, her fingers lightly touching the soft skin of her face and neck. She could feel the thready pulse of Jenny’s carotid artery racing under her fingertips and smell the warm musk of her excitement. Lucy broke the kiss briefly. ‘Come home with me,’ she whispered.’I can’t…I have to be near my grandmother.’A sudden image floated into Lucy’s mind: the old woman alone in her bed whilst her granddaughter lay spread -eagled in a nearby room, her hands clutching the bedspread and her pale body twitching as Lucy ate her. She smiled to herself. This could be a really interesting night. ‘Then let me come in. Let me stay with you.’Jenny nodded nervously and Lucy felt a surge of triumph and excitement. I’ll have her tonight, she thought. A little virgin, mine for the taking, and I’ll teach her…show her what I want and how to give it. She’ll be mine. Lucy bent her face forward again and allowed her tongue to penetrate her willing mouth, and the smell of the girl’s excitement was as sweet as honey in her nostrils.*Jenny Phillips was nineteen years old but had the sexual experience of a woman twice her age.She’d found out early that sex was a necessary part of her life, and she’d started young. Her first time was with a local boy a year older than her, a Friday night fumble in the back of his car fifty yards from her house: sweaty kisses tasting of cigarettes and stale beer and rough hands on her tender skin; the lancing pain of his penetration and almost immediately the flooding warmth of his semen splashed carelessly into her body. She went home with blood on her thighs and a burning resolve to try it again, preferably as soon as possible, to find out if sex was really that bad or whether she’d just been unlucky.She rose late the next morning and went down to the kitchen, dressed in a tank top and cut away shorts. There was a note from her mother to say she’d gone into town and would be back after lunch, and her breakfast was in the oven. Jenny took the plate out to the verandah and sat at the little table looking over the back garden. The sun was well up and it promised to be a hot day. She could hear the barking of dogs and the buzz of lawn mowers, and the muted roar of traffic on the freeway to the south. She thought about last night and grimaced in distaste: there had been nothing good about it. She knew instinctively that wasn’t right – there were slut girls in her class who went all the way just about every night, or so the stories went, and they seemed to be happy. She picked at her food, frowning with concentration as she thought about who she could do it with – not a boy, that was for sure: she needed someone with experience – someone who’d done it before, lots of times. Someone who had demonstrated credentials. Someone married.Her thoughts were interrupted by a flash of movement from behind the wooden fence to her right. There were gaps where the timber had warped and as she looked the movement occurred again: a glimpse of dark hair and the gleam of an eye pressed against the fence. David. He’d moved in next door a couple of months ago with his wife and a new baby. She’d seen him a couple of times, gazing over the fence but she’d not paid much attention. He seemed old to her – twenty five at least, and anyway his wife hustled him away every time he stopped to look. Jenny looked up at the house to see where she was, but there was no sign of her. She stood up and walked over to the fence and bent suddenly to peer though the gap where his eye had been.’Hi David.’The eye retreated suddenly and his head appeared over the fence, a sheepish grin on his face.’Um, hi….um…Jane.”Jenny.”Yeah…Jenny. Sorry… I’m not so good with names.’ He regarded her with open admiration. ‘But I never forget a face.”So what are you doing?”Just about to mow the lawn.”And let me guess – you were checking out my lawn to see if you could trim that too.’Dave laughed at the double entendre, his teeth white in the sunbrowned face. ‘Yeah, something like that.’ He looked over her boldly, his eyes roaming over the tight little breasts and the delicious curves of her body. Man, she was something. ‘I couldn’t see it too well though,’ he said. ‘Does it?’Jenny ignored the question. ‘So where’s your wife, Dave?’ she asked. ‘I don’t think she likes you looking over the fence.”Pippa? She’s gone to her mother’s. She’s sick.’ He regarded her again, his eyes caressing her body. ‘She won’t be back ’till tomorrow at least. What are you doing, Jenny?’She shrugged. ‘Nothing. Just sitting there, wondering what to do.’ She regarded him. Tall, good looking really – nice skin and good teeth, soft lips. She could see the longing in his eyes as he looked at her, and she experienced a sudden surge of power. He wants me, and I have control. So why not him? Why not now? The realisation caused a rush of heat to her groin, a sudden ache that demanded attention.’Actually I was just thinking of last night,’ she said.His eyes flickered back to her face. ‘Oh? So what happened last night?’Jenny leaned forward, hunching her shoulders slightly to make sure he could see down her cleavage and her voice was low and throaty. ‘I can’t gossip over the fence, Dave, but I’d be happy to come over and tell you.’He took her to the master bedroom, which surprised her. She looked around whilst he undressed. The room was tidy, the bedspread pure white and the pillows soft and fluffy with lace edges, and there were women’s things on the dresser. The curtains were drawn back and she looked out towards the side of her house.’You can see my room from here.’He came up behind her and pressed his lips to the soft skin on the nape of her neck. ‘I know. I see you sometimes, before you draw the blind.”Perhaps I shouldn’t draw it, then.’He laughed and nuzzled her neck. ‘Pippa might not like that. Do you want to take off your clothes?’Jenny nodded. She reached up and pulled off her top and slipped her shorts off, kicking them free and standing naked for a moment before she turned and faced him. His cock was fully erect and was bobbing slightly. His eyes roamed over her body and she could see the hunger in them and she saw a drop of silver liquid appear at the tip of his cock, oozing from the little hole at the front. She realised she knew nothing of what she was supposed to do.’So here I am, Dave,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you mow my lawn?’He stepped forward and took her in his arms, his mouth closing over hers. His lips were soft and she could taste the flavour of coffee and peppermint, and she could smell his man -scent: soap and sweat and the musky aroma of arousal. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she reached up and held his face, pulling him closer to grind his lips against hers. Christ! So different from last night. His breath was fresh and sweet and his body hard and muscled against hers. She became aware of the length of his organ pressed against her belly, so much longer and thicker than the one last night that she wondered if it would fit inside her. The knowledge triggered a sudden ooze of moisture at her sex, and she thrust her hips forward and rubbed herself against him. Jesus, I want him. I want him to fuck me all day and all night. I want his juices inside me.He was nuzzling her neck now, and his voice was low. ‘Have you done this before, Jenny?”Oh, yes.”Are you on the pill?’She nodded absently, not caring. ‘How do you want to do it?’ he asked.’Any way you want. Every way.’David grunted and pressed his mouth to hers again, thrusting his tongue past her lips. Fuck, she was hot! He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, the nipples as hard as heated pebbles, and he could smell her hair and the scent of her skin. She arched her back and pressed her mound against him, and he fancied he could feel the heat radiating out of her cunt. His cock was stretched like a log, longer and harder than he could ever remember, and the weight of his jism growled in his balls like magna in a volcano. Jesus, I need to be inside her! He broke free from her hungry mouth and his voice was hoarse with lust.’Turn over, honey. Keel on the bed.’Jenny turned and climbed onto the edge of the bed. She spread her knees apart a little and then turned and watched as he approached. His cock seemed huge: the head fully exposed, purple and angry. It looked as big as his fist. She peered between her legs, watching as he engaged it against the fat wet lips of her vulva. It will never fit in there.’Are you ready, baby?”Yes…do it. Fuck me.”I will, I will.’ He held her hips and pressed forward, grunting as the head of his cock was stopped by the narrow opening. ‘Christ, you’re tight!”Push.’For a moment it seemed as if it would not go, but with a sudden rush the head disappeared inside her. Jenny could feel it sliding upwards towards her belly, almost as if she had pushed a tennis ball inside her. She watched the shaft follow, sliding smoothly into her channel to reinforce the feeling of fullness, of being stretched in a way she had never felt before. Her cunt felt violated but there was also the amazing sensation of being possessed, of utter helplessness as that great shaft impaled her, pinned her to the bed. She groaned with delight and wriggled backwards to assist, watching as the last few millimeters of his turgid rod disappeared into her body.For a long moment they were still. Jenny could feel her insides stretching still, trying to accommodate the intruder. She clenched her vaginal muscles and heard him groan.’Christ, Jenny – fuck, you’re tight.”Tell me what you can feel,’ she said. She clenched her muscles again.’My cock…inside you.’ His voice was broken and disjointed by the pleasure. ‘Fucking right inside…you….ah, I can feel you milking me.’ She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her. ‘I can feel my balls pressed against you…almost inside…so fucking tight.’ He began to withdraw, a long slow retreat. ‘I can see my shaft, baby….coming out. Slippery. Your lips are clinging to it…trying to…hold me – ugh! Here’s the head – still inside. Do you like the head inside you?”I love it. Fuck me with it,’ Jenny said. She rested her forehead on the bed and concentrated on the sensation.David shifted his hands to her buttocks, drawing them apart. He watched as the great purple head slipped back inside her, saw the lips of her cunt closing around the shaft like a tight wet mouth. Above it was the tiny pink opening to her ass, bulging a little as her body struggled to take the thickness of his organ. ‘It’s going back in, honey,’ he said. ‘Can you feel my cock stretching you?”I can feel it right inside,’ she whispered. ‘Go faster.’David began to pump the girl with long, slippery strokes. He clasped her hips, riding her smoothly. He could see her cunt bulging each time he thrust forward and the reluctant clasp of her labia around his shaft as he withdrew. He pulled free and regarded her sex, watching the clean pink flesh gape for a few moments before closing. With a cry of lust he fell to his knees and thrust his face against it, pressing his tongue into her, sliding it forward in long, flat strokes to capture the cream dribbling from her body. He heard her whimpering and felt the trembling of her body as she rode out the long waves of pleasure. She was so fucking wet: a river, almost, and her flavour was a tart and tasty as a piece of exotic fruit. He lapped at her feverishly, long wet strokes from the front of her tight little furrow to the crinkled little rosebud, feeling it crimp each time his tongue touched it. His nose was buried in her and he could feel the flood of her juices on his cheeks and chin. Fuck, she was wet! Her tightness told him that she was inexperienced, and he reveled in being able to bury himself in such a new pussy. With each stroke of his tongue she moaned, a little mewling sound from somewhere deep in her chest, and her hands gripped the bedspread with tight little fists of pleasure.’Ah, Jesus,’ she groaned. ‘Fuck me, Dave! Put your cock in me again.’He flung her on the bed and mounted her, lifting the long golden legs up, up, knees by her ears. Her cunt was streaming, a thick translucent cream that bathed her vulva and trickled like a little river over her asshole. Fuck, he wanted her. So fucking hot.Jenny cried out when he ploughed into her again. She had never felt anything so big inside her before: it seemed to fill her belly: a delicious fullness that made her realise how inadequate last night’s sex had been. This was amazing: the smooth gliding strokes of the great gleaming piston canlı bahis siteleri into her body to reach every corner of her trembling cunt. Her head was jammed between two pillows and she could smell perfume on them – Pippa’s perfume. She imagined David fucking her in this same bed, imagined his ass pumping, the shaft gleaming as it skewered her. That same thick cock was pumping her now, sliding so fucking deep into her body she could almost taste it in the back of her throat.With a scream of ecstasy Jenny came. Her consciousness exploded in a million sparkling fragments, colours and lights flashing though swirling waves of pleasure. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire – every sensation magnified a thousand fold. She felt the delicious rub of his thick meat against her inner flesh and the fluttering spasm of her vagina around it, and the deep ache of her swollen nipples as they scoured his chest. His breath was rasping in her ears and she could feel his muscles tensing as he raced towards his own climax. Deep within her body she felt the great bulbous knob and she imagined the purple head bulging, turning a darker hue as it swelled impossibly bigger: then a moment of impossible stillness, in so deep that its eye was pressed hard against her cervix: waiting, waiting, buried in her most inner parts.With a strangled cry David spurted into the gasping girl. A fountain of burning jism burst from the head of his cock and splattered inside her, spraying the tight cone of her cervix and filling the tight undulating tube of her vagina. He felt her writhing under him, heard her gasping for breath as her own climax endured. He felt the clasp of her cunt milking him, milking him, drawing out his spurts like the mouth of a hungry whore. His mind was filled by her: the tight plasticity of her little body under his and the warm smell of her juices; her cries of pain and pleasure; the pressure of her legs on his shoulders and the rake of her nails on his back. Christ, she was good! And still he spurted – ribbons of steaming seed spraying into her clasping pussy until at last the light returned and it was done, and she lay quiescent under him.Jenny lay beside him, her fingers twisting a little knot of hair on his chest. She could feel the dull ache of his withdrawal and the sticky drip of his seed as it oozed out of her body, and she knew her life would never be the same. She could smell the musky odour of his semen, juxtaposed with the fragrance of his wife’s perfume on the pillow under her head. She could feel the tenderness of her lips and the bruising of her pudenda, and she wanted more.She turned to him and smiled. ‘That was nice, Dave,’ she said. ‘How long before we can do it again?’*****The bedroom in the old house was full of dark shadows and the high ceilings were yellowed with age, but Lucy only had eyes for the youngster. She watched as the girl approached the bed nervously, one hand hiding her sex and the other over her breasts, and she smiled to reassure her as she slipped under the covers.’I…I’m not sure what to do,’ Jenny whispered. She smiled to herself. Keep the charade going. Let her think you’re an innocent little virgin.Lucy leaned over her. ‘Nothing,’ she said softly. ‘Just lie back and enjoy it.’ She brushed her lips lightly on her forehead, and then on the soft skin under her eyes. ‘And tell me what you like,’ she added. She put her lips over Jenny’s mouth and kissed her, tasting peppermint and the hint of wine. Her hand stole up to the girl’s breast and she caressed it lightly, her fingers grasping the thick nipple and rolling it lightly, feeling it swell under her touch. She felt the girl’s tongue touch hers and she pushed hers against it, feeling the lips open to allow her deeper oral penetration. A wave of lust surged through her: an almost overwhelming urge to rip aside the bedclothes and bury her tongue into the girl’s sex, but she suppressed it. Slowly she thought. Slowly. Don’t frighten her off. Bring her on the journey with you. She kissed the satin skin of Jenny’s neck and the little hollow of her shoulder and moved her mouth to the ripe gooseberry nipple, teasing it with her tongue and hearing the girl’s sighs. Her skin had a particular fragrance – apple and cinnamon and a trace of salt, and she could detect the faint musk of her growing excitement, too. Slowly, Lucy. Raise her up.Jenny lay on her back and let Lucy do as she wished. She was amused by the woman’s presumption that she was inexperienced, but it suited her not to reveal the extent of her knowledge – not yet, anyway. She understood there had been a powerful sexual attraction from the moment they met, but she wasn’t sure whether Lucy would be up for what she had in mind. She could feel the woman’s tongue flicking across her nipple, eliciting little tingles and shocks that somehow found their way to her groin. She could feel the lips of her vulva thickening and the ooze of moisture there. Lucy’s lips had been incredibly soft on hers: much softer than David’s demanding kisses, and her subtle fragrance filled her senses. Jesus, I want it, she thought. Go down on me, Lucy. Plunge your tongue into my aching cunt. She arched her back slightly and sighed, and her hands found their way to Lucy’s head, grasping the thick black hair, guiding her downwards to the aching void.It was a night they’d both remember for a long time: the flickering shadows on the wall, the sighs and moans of pleasure as they serviced each other. Lucy did all the work, her tongue leaving a little trail of moisture as she licked her way down to the soft golden curls of the girl’s pudenda. The aroma of her sex was stronger now – a musky, irresistible fragrance that drew her downwards like a bee to nectar. She gave the fat wet lips a little lick, feeling them twitch in response and hearing the girl’s gentle gasp. The vulva opened like a dew -soaked flower and in the soft light Lucy could see the little button of the girl’s clitoris and the delicate pink coral flesh of her insides. She placed her mouth over the wet opening and nuzzled it gently with her bottom lip and her tongue flickered back and forth like a snake, the tip curled upwards to catch the juice and scoop it into her mouth. Lucy could feel the fresh ooze on her chin and her senses were filled with the flavour of the girl’s body: the slippery taste tart on her tongue and the rich aroma like a bouquet in her nostrils. She could feel the girl’s hands guiding her, pulling her head forward and back and pressing it into the warm crevice, fluttering like little birds in her hair with the intensity of her pleasure.Jenny’s first orgasm came like an express train – fast and unstoppable. Lucy tried to stem the tide but she could not and so she rode the girl’s pleasure, her ears filled with her muffled squeaks and her face buried in the tight, grasping clutch of her cunt. Her mouth was filled with Jenny’s juices and she could feel it on her cheeks and her chin, slippery and aromatic. She plunged her tongue repeatedly into the quivering, clutching opening until the storm subsided, and at last she raised her head.Jenny lay quiescent, her body gasping for breath. The sheets had been pulled aside and Lucy could see a light sheen of sweat on her golden skin.’Christ!’ the girl whispered. ‘Christ, that was fan -bloody -tastic!’ She raised her head and looked at her lover, still kneeling between her thighs. ‘Fuck me!’ she announced. ‘If that’s what girls do I’m a convert!’Lucy laughed. ‘We haven’t even started yet,’ she said. ‘Let me show you -‘The girl looked up at her with bright, glittering eyes. ‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s my turn now. Let me do you.’ She rolled quickly to her knees and pushed Lucy gently back to the bed. ‘Roll over,’ she instructed. ‘On your back.’Lucy obeyed, wondering what the girl had in mind. She really didn’t expect too much, but if Jenny wanted to play a little, that was OK by her. She could always tell her what to do.’Open your legs, Lucy.’ Jenny’s hands were warm on her skin, positioning her, pushing her limbs gently to adjust her posture. At length she sat back and regarded the woman. ‘Don’t move,’ she said. ‘I’ll be back in a moment.’Lucy lay on her back with her legs spread. The girl had pushed a pillow under her buttocks and her sex was fully exposed, the lips of her vulva felt swollen and heavy from her excitement, and she fancied she could feel the ooze of her juices trickling from the opening to her body. She felt a little vulnerable too, but was intrigued to find out what Jenny intended. She could hear the girl opening and closing drawers in the kitchen down the corridor and the beep of the microwave oven and finally the patter of her bare feet as she approached the bed.’Do you trust me, Lucy?’ she asked quietly.’To do what?”To give you an experience you’ll never forget.’Lucy regarded her steadily. ‘You’ve done this before, haven’t you?’A little. I promise you’ll enjoy it. They all do.”If I ask you, will you stop?”Of course,’ Jenny lied.Lucy regarded her a moment longer, and then she nodded nervously. ‘Very well, but stop if -”I will.’ The girl leaned over her. ‘I’m going to blindfold you.”I don’t like -”Removing vision highlights the other senses. You’ll love it, trust me.’ She laid a silk scarf over the woman’s eyes and tied it behind her head. ‘There. That’s not so bad is it? Lie still.’Lucy felt the girl’s hands on her legs, the fingers firm and confident as they gently opened them further before releasing their grip. She felt the whisper of something soft on her wrists – first one and then the other, and then the hint of breath blowing softly across her thighs and up towards her pudenda. She imagined the girl’s mouth hovering above her pussy, her mouth pursed ready to be lowered over the fat wet lips, and her vulva crimped in anticipation. For long moments nothing happened and she strained her ears to detect any noises that might give her a clue. Her skin tingled and she could feel a fresh ooze of moisture from her sex. Jesus, the girl was right – denying me my sight gives so much more.’What are you doing?’ she demanded. ‘Tell me.’There was no response. Lucy lay still, every one of her senses quivering with anticipation waiting to hear or feel or perhaps even taste the next move. Somewhere far away a car horn sounded, and the muted sound of a church clock striking the hour. She thought she could feel the movement of air on her skin, but wasn’t sure.’Where are you Jenny,’ she said at last. There was a slight quaver in her voice. ‘Tell me – please.’There was a soft scuffling noise to her left and she felt the mattress depress slightly, and suddenly both nipples were covered by something immensely cold. The unexpected shock took her breath away for a second, and then she cried out. Almost immediately there was pressure on both wrists, pulling her arms up and outwards, and she knew that the girl had secured them somehow. She tried to pull away but could not.’Jenny – no! No ropes!’The girl laughed softly to her left somewhere but said nothing. In her confusion Lucy felt first one ankle secured and then the other. The bonds were soft on her skin but when she tested them they were firm, holding her spread-eagled on the bed. Under the cold covering her nipples felt immensely hot and hard, and she realised every muscle in her body was taut with excitement and anticipation.’You love it,’ the girl whispered. It was hard to pin point where she was. ‘You love this, don’t you, Lucy. Tied up – helpless, hoping to feel or taste or hear whatever’s coming next.’ The mattress creaked softly and Lucy imagined the girl was leaning over her. ‘But you don’t know, Lucy, do you?’ She laughed softly again. ‘Would you like to know what your innocent little virgin teacher is doing? Would you like to know what’s coming next?’Lucy turned her head towards the girl’s voice, tilting it back to try and see under the blindfold but it was too secure. ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Tell me.’There was no response, but Lucy suddenly felt a sensation on her body as if warm treacle was being drizzled over her skin. It trickled between her breasts and down towards her neck, and it pooled into her belly button before oozing over her flanks. The juxtaposition of heat and cold was extraordinary and she cried out softly.The mattress suddenly compressed either side of her head, and Lucy understood that the girl had straddled her although it was hard to know which way she was facing. She lay still and almost immediately felt hands on her skin, little brushstrokes with her fingertips as light as the touch of goosedown, spreading the liquid over her body, the touch extending downwards towards her belly. She’s kneeling over me, facing my feet. Pussy somewhere above my face. I can smell her.She breathed in deeply and the warm essence of the girl’s sex filled her senses, together with the rich aroma of spices from the liquid on her skin. It’s oil. Warm oil and hot pussy. She felt her skin tingling, goosebumps on her arms and her vulva twitched in excitement. What’s next?’You’re beautiful, the girl said suddenly. Her voice was above her, soft and inviting. ‘I’m looking at your pussy, Lucy. It’s so wet…and the lips are open. It’s so empty. Do you want something inside it?’ Her fingers were brushing, touching – sliding over her slippery skin like gossamer, moving down towards her cunt. ‘Do you want your little girl to touch you there? Do you want my fingers -”Yes, yes. Touch me. Push inside me.”I will, I will. But not yet.’ The mattress moved again and the scent of the girl’s arousal was suddenly stronger in her nostrils. ‘Lick me first, Lucy.’Lucy lifted her head from the bed and licked blindly upwards. She felt canlı bahis the tip of her tongue engage in the girl’s sex and the flavour of Jenny’s arousal suddenly exploded over her taste buds. She strained upwards, snuffling into the warm crevice above her, feeling her nose and mouth and chin bathed in a thick coating of the girl’s excitement. She could feel Jenny’s hands sliding over her body, slick and slippery with the oil, sliding down towards the juncture of her thighs and she imagined the girl’s face gazing downwards at her hungry grasping cunt she rode on her tongue. God I want you! Eat me, Jenny! Put your face down and eat me, just as I’m eating you!Lucy lost track of time as the game continued. Sometimes it was clear what the girl was doing and where she was, and then there would be long pauses whilst she withdrew and Lucy would lie on the rumpled sheets with every sense screaming out in anticipation. The girl knew how to play, she conceded – a touch here and a lick there, the clever use of heat and cold, friction and lubrication. The gossamer brush of silk over her twitching flesh, the touch of slippery lips or the drizzle of warm scented oil between the grasping lips of her sex. Her whole body seemed to be on fire – every nerve ending screaming to be touched or probed or licked. She writhed in her bonds, longing to be penetrated, to feel the slide of something – anything – deep into her body to fill the aching void. Twice the girl brought her to the very edge of ecstasy with the wriggling tip of her tongue and twice she withdrew, leaving Lucy writhing in frustration, begging her to continue, begging for release.And now it was quiet. The girl had moved off the bed and Lucy could hear the soft whisper of her feet on the carpeted floor as she moved away from the bed.’You thought I was an innocent little virgin,’ she said suddenly. Her voice was soft, somewhere near the door.’Yes.’There was a soft chuckle and the sound of a drawer being opened and then shut. ‘Shall I tell you about my first woman?”Do me first, Jenny. I need you inside me -”Soon.’ Her voice was closer now. ‘Her name was Pippa, and she was married to the guy next door. Pretty – dark hair, petite. I’d been fucking her husband for weeks.’ Lucy felt the edge of the mattress compress at the edge of the bed, between her feet. ‘She found out about us,’ the girl continued, ‘and she waited until he was out of town and called me – said that she would tell my mother unless I came around at the weekend.’ Her voice was stronger now, somewhere close to her sex. Lucy imagined her kneeling on the bed between her outstretched thighs and her vulva twitched in anticipation.’I thought she’d be pissed off with me, but when I went around she offered me a drink and said she only wanted to talk, to find out what he’d been doing.’ She laughed softly. ‘She knew more about it than me, though…it turned out he’d been telling her everything – what we did, how tight I was, how I loved to have him in my mouth -”Touch me, Jenny. I need you.”Soon, Lucy. She taught me what I’m about to do. I’ll talk as I do it…tell you about her.’ She paused for a moment and Lucy imagined the girl leaning forward, her mouth close to her open sex. She could feel her fleeting breath on the swollen lips and she strained upwards to try and capture her mouth.’I hadn’t realised how hot she was, Lucy, how lush her little body was…her tits, her tight little cunt. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs, to the room where I’d fucked her husband, and we flung off our clothes and lay on the bed. She showed me what she wanted, Lucy. She had all the stuff ready – the oil and the towels. She begged me to do it.”Tell me later, Jenny,’ Lucy whispered. ‘Do me now. Do whatever you want to me.”I will.’ She leaned forward and poured a little more oil over Lucy’s sex. It was glistening, the lips fat with desire and the pink flesh between them twitching with anticipation. She reached forward and gently inserted one finger into the woman’s body. Lucy’s breath hissed at the sudden intrusion and Jenny felt her vulva contract, squeezing her finger.’Pippa wanted me to finger fuck her, like this -‘ she moved her hand back and forth, feeling the warm tissue caressing her finger, hearing the soft suck of her excited flesh. ‘First one, then two fingers.’ Jenny inserted a second finger into her. ‘Then three.’Lucy writhed in her bonds as the girl’s fingers entered her. She could feel her vulva stretched around them, trying to grip the slippery intruders as they thrust back and forth, and still the girl spoke. ‘She was moaning, Lucy, and her little snatch was grabbing at me, just like yours.’ ‘Put four in, Jenny,’ she was saying. ‘Put in four.’ Lucy felt the fourth digit enter her and the feeling of fullness increased. She wanted to feel something deeper inside but knew she wasn’t big enough to allow anything more.’And then she told me to fold my thumb in to my palm, Lucy…like this. To fold it in so I could spear her…to put my whole fucking hand up her clout.’ Lucy felt her vulva stretch even more as the girl pressed. ‘Would you like that, Lucy? Would you like my whole hand to fuck you senseless?”Jesus…ah, fuck me. It’s too tight…don’t, don’t.”I thought it was too small, too, Lucy. I never thought it would go in, but she was screaming at me, shouting that I should push. My knuckles were trapped.’ Jenny pushed hard as she spoke and her hand slid in a little more. The knuckles were jammed against the tight ring of Lucy’s flesh, impeding further movement. ‘I thought I’d never get it in.’Lucy was immersed in the eroticism of the whole thing – the picture of Jenny in her mind, her young schoolgirl face suffused in lust as she leaned over the petite body of her neighbour and tried to penetrate her. Those big blue eyes, as innocent as a choir girl, watching as she pressed her hand into another woman’s body. She could feel the tight pressure of that same hand – the one that had been in other cunts, and suddenly she wanted it in hers too, to feel the living flesh enter her body more deeply than anyone had before. ‘Twist, baby,’ she moaned. ‘Ah…twist and push.’ Lucy grunted as the girl applied pressure. It felt as if her twat was splitting. ‘Ah – gently, gently. Twist and push.’ She levered her torso off the bed, trying to bear down on the girl’s hand. ‘What does it look like?’ she demanded.’I’m in to the knuckles, still,’ the girl said. ‘You’re very tight. Does it hurt, Lucy? Is it ripping you apart? Pip liked the pain.’Lucy shook her head. She liked a little pain as well…she loved the spiral of pressure building, building, and her cunt ring burning like it was going to split. She loved the sensation of the girl’s hand pressing irresistibly forward, demanding entry to her most secret parts and she gasped at the inevitably of what was going to happen. She shifted her knees a little to open her thighs wider. ‘Push harder,’ she demanded.Jenny pushed, but her hand remained jammed in Lucy’s pussy. She could see the woman’s vulva stretched as tight as a piano wire around her knuckles and she could see the beads of juice oozing from the gaps between her fingers.’You’re tighter than her,’ she said. ‘I can’t get it in.”Do…what…you…did to her.’ Lucy gasped.Jenny withdrew her fingers a little, her face close to Lucy’s buttocks. She could see the silver strands of the woman’s essence dribbling between her fingers and how it fell to the sheets below. The rich aroma of her juices filled Jenny’s nostrils. She held her fingers loosely for a moment and then jabbed them forward again sharply, twisting slightly as she did so.’Ah – fuck!’ Lucy exclaimed sharply. ‘Jesus!’Jenny’s whole hand slid into Lucy’s cunt in one slippery movement – her fingers, her knuckles, the heel of her palm. The elastic ring of flesh closed smoothly behind it so she could see only her wrist poking out from the prostrate body in front of her. She could feel the tight grip of Lucy’s vulva and the softer spongy tissue of her vagina pressed against her knuckles.’Ah!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’m in, Lucy…just like Pippa.’ She regarded her wrist protruding from the warm cavern of Lucy’s cunt.’Fuck!’ the woman was moaning. ‘Ah, fuck, Jenny…wait…wait. Let me…adjust.’Jenny knelt between the Lucy’s thighs, her wrist protruding upwards. In the crevice below it she could see the woman’s anus. It was bulging outwards from the pressure and she could see the clean pink flesh inside. She remembered what Pippa had asked her to do there, and she wondered if Lucy would like that. She began to move her arm gently, back and forth, the oil on her wrist lubricating her movement. She watched Lucy’s rosebud expand and contract, opening and closing like a little eye winking at her.’You love it,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t you, Lucy?”Christ yes! I love you fucking me with your hand, Jenny. Move, move more…ah, yes! Just like that. Open and close your fist, if you can.’ Lucy said. She hunkered down on the bed, savouring the sensation of the girl’s arm inside her: the pressure and the pain and the amazing sensation of fullness – and of possession, too. She suddenly felt in control…Jenny could never escape whilst she had her hand trapped inside there. It was if she was the possessor, with the hungry maw of her cunt devouring the slim young body of her lover. She could feel the girl’s fist expanding and contracting inside her, and the slippery slide of it thrusting back and forth.’Touch my ass,’ she demanded. ‘Fuck me there, too.’Jenny leaned closer and pressed the index finger of her other hand to the tight puckered opening. It was awkward using both hands, but she was driven by a burning desire to possess her there too. The sphincter was well lubricated by the oil and her forefinger slipped in without difficulty, the flesh gripping her knuckle as she pressed upwards. She heard the woman gasp with the new sensation and she wriggled her finger to see if she could feel it though the thin membrane between the two holes.’I can feel it, Lucy,’ she whispered. ‘My hands inside you, touching.”Pump them…ah, yes! Back and forth, Jenny…fucking me…my ass…my pussy. Lick my pussy. Go on, lick my cunt.’The girl obeyed, crouching forward to press her tongue to the point where her wrist protruded. She rocked her arm back and forth and lapped at the ring, scooping the juice into her mouth. She could hear Lucy moaning, the volume and pitch increasing as the spiral of her pleasure built rapidly. I’ll let her come, she thought. This time I’ll let her come. She remembered the afternoon with Pippa and how her wrists ached for days afterwards. She remembered too the tightness of the woman’s anus and how it had gaped open as she withdrew her hand from there, and how the clean pink flesh had tasted as she inserted her tongue instead. I’m such a dirty little slut, and I love it. She remembered how Dave had come into the room and the long slide of his cock into her clasping pussy as he watched them writhing together. So much fucking…and there was more to be had with this woman too. Suddenly the time with her Gran didn’t seem to be a chore any more. Lucy and me will fuck and suck the whole holidays, she thought. And then I’ll go home to Pippa and Dave.Lucy’s whole torso rose off the bed as she strained upwards the last few seconds before her orgasm consumed her. She was squealing, a high pitched sound dragged from the very depths of her soul, and her head was thrashing from side to side. Jenny thrust another two fingers into her anus, pressing tight, and she plunged her hand even deeper into the woman’s clasping cunt. She saw how even her wrist was devoured…it looked like her whole fucking arm was inside Lucy’s body. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.With a scream of ecstasy Lucy came. A spray of juice burst from the tight ring of her vulva, splattering over the girl’s arm. Jenny felt the contracting muscles seize her wrist in an iron grip. She tried to move but she was trapped and so she watched, seeing the woman’s face twisted in a rictus of pleasure, her lips drawn back in a primeval snarl as she twitched and trembled around the living flesh embedded in her. She watched her juices squirting from the point of their union and pressed her mouth to them, lapping at the rich essence, tasting it sweet on her tongue and lips, swallowing it in little gulps. Jesus, she’s wet. She heard Lucy’s thin wails beating at her ears and wondered if her Gran would hear it too and what she would make of it, and she felt Lucy’s body jerking, twitching beneath her. She was suffused by an overwhelming sense of power and she burrowed even deeper, her fist buried somewhere near the woman’s belly and the taste of her essence rich and sharp on her lips.And at last the storm subsided and Jenny withdrew her hand, watching the warm, clinging flesh release her, watching as the woman’s vulva closed behind her wet, shining fingers. She released her bonds and they clung to each other in the darkness, touching and tasting and murmuring words of love to one another.’Stay with me, Lucy,’ the girl whispered. ‘Stay tonight. There’s more that Pippa showed me.’The woman felt the ache inside her where she had been battered and stretched, and she understood her need to have more. She remembered how she had mistaken the girl for a virgin, and she smiled to herself in the darkness at the unexpected turn of events. My little virgin teacher. From virgin to tiger…I’ve found myself a little tiger, and I want her claws in me.’I’ll stay,’ she whispered. ‘You teach me, and I’ll teach you.’ She pressed her lips to the girls mouth, lapping the sharp essence of her own juices from her skin, and she grasped her firm round breast and rolled the nipple in her fingers.’Tonight and for as long as you want’ she said.*****Author’s note: Fisting carries risk and should not be attempted unless you know what you are doing. It can result in permanent damage or injury.

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