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A Boy at a Girls School | nubbess15 | 9

 

You give in to the urge searing through you to take the willing girl in your arms. Putting both hands on her hips you kiss her deeply, pushing forward so she steps back against the stone wall a few feet away. She doesn’t protest, instead she flings her arms around you. You move a hand to her face, run it through her red hair, forcing it loose from its band, running the other up her thigh, up to the hem of her gray skirt. Her leg comes up, you clasp her thigh underneath and press your whole body against her, from your groin against her semi-exposed crotch on out. Her tongue is deep in your mouth, you pull away, lick her exposed neck, her breathing becoming quicker, expressing her daring excitement.

She says softly, half mockingly ‘Be gentle with me !’, and you want to laugh out loud, and hug her tenderly at the same time; Phoebe and the others are giggling still -- you kiss her again, take her hand and as if to embolden and show her how much you desire her, place it on your crotch, down the length of your erection. Recognizing, her cool fingers clasp it, rub it inexpertly.

Flailing at your belted trousers, you pull them to let them fall to your knees, your ankles. You bring your hand beneath her skirt and grasp at the hotness there, feeling the sweet hot line in the centre. She takes a rapid breath, your heads rest against each other for a moment.

Then you take a step back, suddenly aware of the quiet around you, despite the female eyes. How to make the next move, to go from groping around like you have to actually take someone’s virginity? And in front of three girls you’ve barely met?

You just pull off your shirt, stepping out of your pants, your erection so prominent . . . realizing she’s not going to force anything to happen, you kiss her as you undo the buttons on her shirt, slip it off her, then move quickly to her skirt, undoing the zip then clasp her nubile body to you. You caress her whole, the smooth, springy skin against the delicious roughness of the hems of her panties, the pattern on her bra. You pull her back against you, kneeling, then down on top, clasping her buttocks through the panties, sliding down under the cold flesh beneath. As she writhes you flip her over and quickly your head is down there, between her legs, sucking at her thighs. Kneeling up, spreading her legs over yours, you pull off her panties and without letting her react, bury your head between, tasting as it ever is, a whole new world, the most alien and familiar, the part of her that is most her.

You lick between her labia, opening softly her cunt, sliding your tongue to the notch above and burying deeper, the deepest kiss you could give her. It delights you that her thighs have clasped against your head, almost not letting you in, not letting you out . . . though you know she’s embarrassed, she can’t help but let her passion show, her almost melodic, fast breathing, catching the air. Your nose buried into the red mound, you steal a glance up from her wild place to see her body swimming away from you, her arms flayed back from her head, writhing slowly, her tummy rising in irregular pulses the mounds of her breasts still inside the electric blue bra, to which you reach both hands up to hold in their fullness. You dig against her cunt and clit with your tongue, deeper and deeper against her resistance, feeling the moistness on your chin.

Then with a jolt you realize your arse is arching up behind you, the cold air against your cock, even your asshole exposed, in fact actually facing Phoebe and Yasmin. Blushing at first (you know the girls, so inexperienced behind their bravado, have noticed it, are laughing) you decide what the fuck, this situation - you’ll have all of them like this as soon as you can. It’s no place to get ashamed again, you’ve taken it this far, fuck, you’re eating out someone you’ve said barely five words to on the floor of an old clock tower in front of three others!

You pull Claire towards you, clasping her thighs apart and over yours again, kneeling up now. Pushing down on your cock from above, you steer it to where it’s got to go and push gently, again, feel her softening and opening against the head. You thrust foward, find a release, and slide inside her more, still not able to pull back for a second thrust. You hear Phoebe singing ‘Like a Virgin . . . Fucked for the very first time’ behind you, to the other’s laughing, as you look at Claire, her eyes meeting yours, and you smile again, the recognition between you of the ridiculousness, the tenderness, the excitement, the shame. You both let out a laugh, and with that you lift up her legs, rolling her hips back on the floor as you shift your weight forward and come down on her, you full length entering almost from above, the smoothness and smallness and ecstatic warmness of her taking all of your hardness. As you reach her there, your press your face forward to hers in a deep kiss, closing her smile and her eyes in one movement, as you flex back your pelvis and begin to re-enter her, in and out, your balls against the round of her arse, her upper crotch against your lower belly. You enjoy having Claire’s legs raised akimbo, her feet in the air, she feels in your total control, your total embrace as you begin to thrust now.

Her high sighs come faster, her bra still rubbing against your chest. You feel in a flash your orgasm begin to stir, so pull out (realizing as you do that this is the first time you’ve fucked anyone without a condom), lie on top of her flat and gently to enter again. It’s no good, you are so turned on, too soon, by the newness of the experience. So you pull out yet again, holding your cock as if to calm it, and flip her over -- if you’re going to have to come so soon, taking her, Claire, a virgin, like that drives you wild. She holds her firm arse in the air, waving it slightly, her head resting on her arms. Holding her by the waist, you plunge inside her, and thrust with no restraint, looking down the curve of her back juddering against your movement. Fiddling at her bra, she reaches round to help you, springing it off. As you slap in and out, now quicker, now slowing to a gentle throb, you reach down to fill both your hands with her hanging breasts. The sense of the smooth flesh, her back arching beneath you, her buttocks curving beneath you as you take her over and over, you have a sense of her utter submission to you.

Quickly you bring your body up straight, grunting with each swift, semi-brutal thrust, suddenly gathering to your awareness a sense of the totality of the situation: the cool still expectant air about you, the three girls all watching you take their friend, her gasping and your low grunts beneath your breath, and the sheer moment in your youth when all has come together - - as quickly you fall back to just Claire and you, and feeling your orgasm finally erupt you pull out of her, crouching up on one knee, you come in one spurt across Claire’s back, running your cock between her buttocks, over her asshole, you feel yourself clenching as you spurt across the soft and delicate skin of her cheeks. You fall to your side alongside her, breathing hard. Lying back and staring at the ceiling, you begin to laugh.

 

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