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A Boy at a Girls School | nubbess15 | 12

 

You rock your hand back and forth across Tracey’s fulcrum, through the delicious hot sweetness down there, your foremost finger daring to lightly tickle her virgin asshole. Minx-like, she takes your other hand and puts the finger into her mouth; the soft contours of tongue and cheek on this hand, the wild wet gyrations of her cunt against the other, sliding, coursing against the few wild hairs in front, multifarious sensations on digits becoming stationary as she rides against it. As you loll for one moment, re-gathering, you suddenly want her to be able to fuck you, to humiliate you in front of everyone, to humiliate her . . .

Overcome, you swing your leg over Phoebe’s ruffled head at your groin, roughly pulling your cock away from her mouth to kneel up on the couch before Tracey, pressing her back against the support. The other girls shrink away as without a word you pull Tracey’s legs apart, riding your hands swiftly up the black woollen tights to tug forward at her panties. Jutting forward you push her legs apart again and silently, ardently enter her. As her weight comes down on you, you throw your own forward, feeling yourself crash against her lower sides more than the liquid centre your cock has already reached. The sofa, empty now but for Tracey and you, wobbles on its fulcrum; you crane your hips to support, then thrust yourself back with everything you have; she surrenders her small, finely framed body to you and, dragging your teeth and tongue to the finely haired down of the back of her neck, you fuck her furiously, only once, twice and a third thrust through before you feel yourself burning up into a long, hot release, the waterfall of pleasure through your brain tumbling before anything like a self-conscious thought could enter your mind. Clenching and unclenching, her digging nails down your back hardly registering, you come inside her again and again.

Your lips meet hers with a violent ardour and tenderness which you realise, with a final euphoric jolt, feels just like the closest thing to love you’ve ever experienced. . .

 

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