Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Rachel's Shaved Pussy by pANTSU Rachel's Shaved Pussy chapter 1 I used to be a good girl. I lived for my studies, behaved well towards friends of both genders and to strangers, never put a foot wrong. Okay, I had lost my virginity, but it was uninspiring, and left me cold, and I discouraged the boy from contacting me again. I think it was largely due to my pubic hair. Thick and dark, it covered almost my entire pubic region, and I struggled to cover it all when I wore a swimsuit. It seemed to retain moisture like nothing else, and felt cold and dank to me, and totally unsexy. If I ever started to get aroused, the liquid seeping from my vagina would quickly soak into my bush, and make me feel disgusting, putting a quick dampener (excuse the pun) on any feelings I had. I am not sure if it smelt bad afterwards too, but the thought certainly played on my mind and made me feel worse. That all changed at a 17th birthday sleepover for my best friend and classmate Kirsty, a slimline blonde with a chest I am sure I was not the only one to envy. We had a lot of fun, played games, indulged in some technically illegal drinks supplied by her parents -- and late on, the conversation inevitably turned to matters of a lewd nature. I was surprised to learn that most of them very much enjoyed sex, of various types, with multiple partners, but I let it slide. Just thinking about it made me feel the beginnings of that familiar discomfort between my legs. As dawn approached, we suddenly realized that Kirsty had not opened her presents, so we gathered round excitedly while she ogled the pile of packages assembled for the occasion. Then she began to tear at them with zeal. Most of them were predictable -" films on Bluray, clothes, some tickets to a popular group playing at a nearby arena, and so on -" but one surprised us all. It was a large box, maybe shoebox sized, and it had swooshes and swirls of pink and white all over, making the writing actually irritatingly difficult to read. -What is it? - I asked in confusion. Kirsty, already somewhat flushed from the occasion, the warmth and the drink, turned almost scarlet. -It -(TM)s -- a pubic shaver. I insisted my mum and dad get it for me. It costs, like, five hundred pounds, but I -(TM)ve had bad results with other shavers, and this one has incredible reviews online. You can -(TM)t be too careful, y -(TM)know, down there. - She was not wrong, I thought, imagining the itching, chafing and even cuts I had experienced with bad underarm shaves, but in my extra-sensitive crotch area. I added my voice to the chorus of agreement. Well, nothing would do but that Kirsty be made to try out her new gift immediately, and the five of us soon pressured her until she caved. She took out the device, all smooth plasticky curves and shiny chrome, fitted the batteries, and flipped the switch. We all giggled excitedly at the loud, yet somehow gentle, buzz that emerged from it. Sarah took it from her, took her hand, and led her to the bathroom. We couldn -(TM)t resist listening outside the locked door as the machine buzzed away, changing in pitch every now and then, eliciting stifled giggles from us. Kirsty -(TM)s breathing became heavier, interspersed with gasps and the odd moan, and finally one long groan that sounded anything but pained. It seemed pretty clear what had just happened, and we whispered excitedly to each other, enjoying the titillation of this illicit show. Soon after that, the buzzing stopped, and the two emerged. Kirsty was flushed and breathing heavily, but had a huge grin on her face. We closed the door, and began the process of convincing her to show the results. It didn -(TM)t take long, she was rather proud of her new, bald pussy. She undid the cord of her dressing gown and it pooled on the floor -- and it was amazing, like no hair had ever been seen around that crotch area. From blonde eyelashes down, she was all smooth, pale, firm young skin. Her vaginal lips protruded, slightly puffy but not at all uncomfortable-looking, from the innocent teen slit. It was luscious, and despite never having thought of myself as either lesbian or bisexual, it was somewhat enticing to me. -Did it hurt? - asked Jessie, the youngest of us. - -No, - Kirsty shook her blonde head. -Quite the opposite, if anything. - She had a wicked grin on her face now. -Did you -- Did you come? It sounded like you were having fun. - Kirsty hesitated, then nodded slightly. -It -(TM)s the vibration. And the gentle touch. Sarah seemed to know exactly how to handle it. - -Oh, it -(TM)s no big deal. Once I had a quick look at the instructions, it was totally intuitive. I bet anyone could do a good job with this thing. No wonder it -(TM)s so expensive! - Then the conversation stopped. For a moment, it seemed like nobody quite knew what to say next. Or rather, everyone knew what they wanted to say. I am sure I was not the only one building up the courage to ask if I could touch it. I was just about to raise my voice, though, when there was a noise from the front door. Everyone scrambled. Kirsty threw on her dressing gown as we all settled on the duvets strewn around the lounge, and she had just managed to tie the cord when the door opened and her dad -(TM)s head popped through. -Dad! Knock! - Kirsty cried, turning and stamping her foot in irritation. -And a good morning to you too, my dear. Are your friends ready to go? Their parents will be here to pick them up in a few minutes. - I glanced at the clock, and sure enough, the agreed conclusion time for the party was almost here. We all groaned our disappointment, but Kirsty -(TM)s father was brooking no argument. He stayed long enough to be sure that everyone was moving to pack up and then, just before leaving, he said to me, -Oh, Rachel, your dad texted me to say his flight is running late. He won -(TM)t be here for another hour-and-a-half. - I nodded. It had always seemed like a potentially risky idea coming straight from the airport to collect me, but I was in no mood to complain, as it meant I could spend a bit longer with my best friend. The others left one by one, and Kirsty and I retired to her bedroom. Kirsty threw her stuff, including her new gifts, onto her bed, and the shaver rolled off to sit on its own, separate from the pile. I could not take my eyes off it. -What -(TM)s it like, having no pubic hair, - I asked? -You mean you have never tried it? - she asked back, incredulously. -You must! It feels so much better. Especially now, with this new shaver. I feel like a star. - -A porn star? - I asked, jokingly. -Well -- - she surprised me by responding. -All I am saying is, you should definitely do it. Now all my hair is gone, I am never, EVER going back to the way it was before. In fact -- - She reached for the shaver, and pointed imperiously to a spot on the carpeted floor. -Sit. And spread your legs. - I was about to resist, but there was something commanding about her. She seemed to have a new confidence since she had emerged from that bathroom, and I found myself automatically obeying her. When she instructed me to take off my white cotton panties, I did so without thinking. She looked at my thick bush, and tutted. -This will never do. Let -(TM)s get rid of it. - She laid down a sheet of newspaper under my legs, and got to work. As soon as the device touched my skin, just below my belly button, I flinched. It was not painful, it was just surprising. The vibration rumbled through my skin, stimulating it for centimetres around. Kirsty paused, but I nodded at her to continue. She slid the shaver down, and hair seemed to slip off my skin as if it had just been resting there unanchored. She went to either side, then lower down, stripping thick curls wherever it went. The stimulation was also definitely getting to me. A tingling became a heat, which became a pulsing need. Kirsty -(TM)s gown had fallen open, exposing her perfectly bulbed breasts whenever she sat up, and the dressing gown draped appealingly over her rounded hips when she leaned in close. Her warm breath on my crotch was suddenly the most intense feeling I had ever experienced, and as an up-stroke touched the top of my vagina, it tipped me over the edge. Pleasure spread through my body, starting at my nethers and rolling outward. It was all I could do to stop myself from bucking as my loins took fire. -Oh, God, YES! - I whispered, touching the back of Kirsty -(TM)s blonde head, and she looked up to me with intense eyes and a wicked grin. A short while later, she was done. To my astonishment, there was no stubble, no greying from the roots of my dark hairs, just child-like smoothness. Kirsty put down the shaver, but stayed where she was, about 6 inches from my vulva. Unlike hers, it did not protrude, seeming like just a short, smooth slit in my skin. -You have a beautiful pussy, - she murmured, and before I could respond, she leaned forward and kissed it. I gasped, but it felt so good that I smiled when she looked up, and nodded. She nodded back, stuck out her tongue, and started licking with fervour. It was incredible. She would tease apart my vagina lips with her tongue, find the nub at the top, and suck it between her glistening lips. Then her tongue would dart across, stimulating back and forth on both sides of my labia. Then she would dive in, her tongue penetrating deep between my folds and curling around in a way I had never imagined before. Then she started the cycle again. For a while, as her golden head bobbed in my lap, the only sounds in the room were occasional slurps, but slowly two sets of heavy breathing came into the mix, rising in volume. My breath became gasps, then quiet moans, and eventually a final short shriek as my second orgasm in 20 minutes or so hit me. I could not resist grabbing the back of Kirsty -(TM)s head and pressing it deep into my bald cleft as I bucked and rode the high, my naked bosom heaving (I could not remember taking off my top and bra, but they were all the way across the room now). Then I fell back to lie on the floor, my breath labouring through my widely grinning lips. Kirsty emerged into view on top of me, and her lips planted on mine. Our tongues duelled, and I realized that I could still taste myself on her. It wasn -(TM)t the sour, stale flavour I had always feared, but sharp and tangy. -I could get used to this taste, - I thought. To Kirsty I said, -That was incredible! Where did you learn to do it so well?! You -(TM)ve not -- done it before, have you? - She shook her head and kissed me again. -Just a couple of videos on the internet. I never even thought I would try it myself, but it just came naturally. - I laughed. -That it did. And now it is my turn to return the favour. - Kirsty -(TM)s face let up with excitement, but doubt was mingled in too. -Do we have time? Your parents won -(TM)t take forever. - -Oh, it won -(TM)t take too long. After all, you are halfway there already, aren -(TM)t you? - I touched her slit, as smoothly perfect as mine and, sure enough, it was soaked with the moisture that seeped from within. Suddenly, there was a knock and the door. We both froze, but it didn -(TM)t open. Instead, the voice of Kirsty -(TM)s father came from the other side. Evidently, he had borne her earlier words in mind. -Are you girls okay? - he asked. -I heard a scream. - -Yeah, - we chorused, trying to sound bored. -We -(TM)re fine, - I added. -I just trapped my finger in a drawer. It surprised me more than it hurt. Don -(TM)t worry about it. - -Well okay, but you two tell us if you want anything, and we -(TM)ll bring it in for you, okay? - -Thanks dad, - Kirsty called, staring deep into my eyes, -but I think we have everything we need in here. - His footsteps receded, and I took the opportunity to roll us suddenly over so that I was on top. I did my best to copy what Kirsty had done to me, adding a couple of motions that I thought I might have liked. Her appreciative noises were music to my ears, and all the encouragement I needed. In the end, we had more than enough time, and we even managed to add in a third act. With our left legs over each other -(TM)s right, we pressed our naked pussies together, and rubbed back and forth, a motion I have since found out is called -~scissoring -(TM) or -~tribadism -(TM) (thank you, internet). We knew nothing of this, it just seemed right to bring together the gifts we had just given ourselves. It also allowed us to stare into each other -(TM)s eyes, feeding on our mutual excitement. It was strenuous work, moving our whole pelvises and lower bodies back and forth like that, but the sensations it brought were more than worth it. The exercise caused us to sweat buckets, and our firm teen skin glistened in the early morning light shining through the window. It seemed as if the lubricant from our genitals had spread over our entire bodies, as if we were both nothing but huge erogenous zones. Every slippery touch, every caress, was a sensory feast. We came for a third time together, our mouths pressed to each other -(TM)s naked shoulders to prevent the noise which would alert the adults downstairs. -Happy birthday, - I whispered ironically in her ear as we basked in our tight joint embrace -" her nipples pressed against mine, our vaginas gently leaking onto our teen thighs -" and the post-coital bliss that each of us had found. Rachel's Shaved Pussy Pt. 2 I left my best friend Kirsty's house feeling a foot taller than I went in. I was frazzled, exhausted, covered in sweat, still slightly tipsy and wearing thoroughly wrinkled clothing -- but underneath that clothing, I had a nubile young body to die for, the crowning glory being the most stunning, hairless pussy on the planet. With a sweet little cunt like this, nobody could turn me down. No target was out of my reach, be it man, woman, child or livestock. I almost believed that, if I flashed my vag at the traffic lights, they would have bent down and found some way to service me. And on top of everything else, the feeling in the suddenly naked flesh between my legs seemed to be heightened a thousandfold. The touch of my panties on it was enough to set me going, and I wondered if I would ever be dry again. Not that this bothered me unduly; I wanted to be moist and ready for sex whenever, because from now on, I would be having it a lot more. Besides, I didn -(TM)t feel like juicing up was dirty any more. With my smooth pussy, it would always be slick and spicy, and a quick rinse was all it would take to clean out if it ever seemed like it might grow stale. My dad grinned to see me so upbeat, commenting on how I must have had a good time. He had no idea. Still, my behaviour on the way home showed him beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was raring to go -- for something. His grin widened for a while, but was then replaced by a look of confusion. He could detect instinctively that something was different, but not what. My aroma of recent sex and current arousal was part of it, but I kept rubbing my legs together to try and subtly get at the pleasure-inducing nub, and every time I stretched out my tiredness, my rock-hard nipples pressed through the thin fabric of my summer dress. Whether he knew about it, though, my aura was having an effect on him: when I glanced down, daddy -(TM)s trousers were visibly tenting. This should have disturbed me, but instead it made me feel all the better. Even someone who had so many reasons -" social, biological, legal, emotional -" to not be affected could still not resist the powers of the brand new Sex Goddess within me. Maybe I would take pity on him and give him some relief -- later. The fact is that I was operating on zero sleep in about 24 hours though, and a fair amount of exercise -" of all sorts -" during that period had left me pretty much devoid of energy. In the few minutes it took to get home, I practically nodded off entirely. (Did I just dream it, or did I feel my dad -(TM)s hand sliding up my inner thigh as I sat there seemingly unconscious in the passenger seat?) As soon as I stumbled through the door, I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the shower, partly to wake me up and partly because I bloody needed it! All kinds of nastiness coated my skin, not just from a couple of hours of copulation, but everything that had come before -" beer and fizzy drinks and pizza grease and dust and badly applied make-up, and all the other accoutrements of a teen girls -(TM) sleepover. And of course I took the time to strum my clit while I was in there. The warm water rolling down my face, through my hair, over my small but well-shaped breasts, down my belly and onto my bare pussy felt divine. I wondered if I might, in my new sensitized state, climax just from the massage of that liquid, but I was not willing to wait and see. I had tasted bliss, and I wanted it again and again. My fingers pumped my cunt as the water splashed, and my moans and gasps echoed around the bathroom. I spent quite a long time in there, but I didn -(TM)t think it would be remarked upon especially. It was still fairly early in the morning, so they would all be in bed except my dad, and in fact he might well be tucked up trying to work through jet-lag. Besides, I had often spent a long time showering, since I was especially careful to wash all trace of stain from my unruly bush. I was paranoid that smells would cling to it, so I often went through it several times with soap and water, just to be sure. Now that it was gone, cleaning was not much more than a rinse, so I had plenty of time for what had lain beneath. With another strenuous workout during my ablutions, I was ready to hit the sack. I pushed the door of my room to, shucked off my towel, and lay down -- but I could not resist a quick feel, and that got the whole cycle started again. A feel became a rub, a rub became a steady stroke, and I was riding my hand to yet another shattering orgasm. I never wanted to stop. ***** I woke up some time later, completely naked, lying face up on top of my duvet, my skin exposed to the open air. My knees were apart, the soles of my feet together, and my right hand rested just below my belly button. It slowly dawned on me that I must have been masturbating right up until the last moment of awareness, and nodded off, lulled by the post-orgasmic bliss. I moved my hand, my fingertips brushed the smoothly, ever-so-slightly clammy flesh of my sex, and I was off again. My feet parted, and my fingers began their rubbing motions. Then I looked to my left, where I had hung a full-length mirror against the wall. It was placed very carefully so that, from my bed, I could look through the mirror, over to another mirror on my makeup table, and through that to my bedroom door. From my bed, if the door was open, I could see whether anyone was approaching down the hallway. This had reassured me a great deal on many occasions: you don -(TM)t know paranoia until you are a self-conscious teenage girl, in a house with two teenage boys, my brothers Ricky and Simon. I often left my door open even while conducting private activities, because I would rather see what is coming than have the flimsy protection of a door that anyone could open and march through at any time. Well, the door was open now -" it must have fallen open, as it sometimes did, because I felt sure I remembered closing it before going to bed -" and there was someone there. It was my 15-year-old brother, Ricky, and he was looking at me. Through the narrow gap between the door and frame, between the hinges, he could see my naked body, and now that I had opened my legs, he had a perfect view of my freshly shaved pussy. And he was touching himself. Through his baggy shorts, he was rubbing the rapidly tenting bulge at his crotch, while staring at me. Had he done this before? Was it deliberate, or sheer chance that he had wandered over here and spotted me? These thought disturbed me but, to my shock, they also excited me. The illicit thrill of being watched stoked the heat within me. And I thought, -Well, if he is going to look at me, let -(TM)s give him something to watch. - I dropped my right calf off the edge of the bed, making my crotch even more open to view, and began rubbing in earnest. Ricky appeared totally oblivious to the fact that, with my head tilted off to the left, I had a perfect reflected view of him as I touched myself. If he had, he certainly would never have done what he did next: after a quick glance down the hall, he reached under the elasticated waistband of his shorts, and pulled out his penis! I stifled a gasp at his audacity, turning it into a moan of pleasure. Now that I saw it, it was a decent size. I can -(TM)t say that I had seen many, but I had been on the internet, so I had at least something to compare it to, and he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of -- except possibly what he was doing with it. With the bottom on his palm, fingers wrapped around, he was rubbing up and down, jerking to his own sister. And she was jerking herself too, to the sight of him. I knew I should feel ashamed, but the forbiddenness of it only excited me more. I shifted, and he almost bolted, which made me smile. Then I rolled over onto my left side. Now I could look straight forward and catch the full reflected lewdness. But what was his view? Looking up towards my lower body, all he could now see was my shapely bum and hips, which are admittedly one feature I am most proud of. With my left hand, I pulled up my left bum cheek, the better to expose my vag and puckered butthole, and reached between my legs with my right hand to keep the strumming going. He could have stared straight up my anal canal from there, which was an astonishingly dirty thought that made me hum with surprise and arousal. We kept this pose for a couple of minutes, our hands moving feverishly on our respective reproductive organs. Finally, I felt the tide rising, and it seemed like he was approaching the end himself. I thought about stopping, marching over there and interrupting him, literally, with his pants down. It would have been hilarious, but too cruel. Now that I knew the joys of orgasm, I couldn -(TM)t deny them so viciously to another. Besides, I wanted release for myself too, and badly. Instead, I shifted again, propping myself up on pillows against the headboard. He could now see my full body, from my dainty feet propped up either side, to my glistening cleft, squeezing and stretching under my ministrations, up my belly to my small but perky teenage breasts, one petite nipple being rolled around between my left thumb and forefinger, and even to my face, mouth open, gasping with need. I risked a couple of glances between the hinges, and thought I could detect a hint of movement, but only because I already knew it was there. Far more evident were his gasps and sighs, and even the occasional wet slap of his dick in his palm. I don -(TM)t know how he could possibly have thought he could go undetected, especially since he could presumably hear the same from me. Then I heard a gasped -Nnnggg! - and turned my head just in time to see a spray of thick liquid emerge from the end of his penis. That tipped me over the edge, and I came, long and hard. A little bit of clear liquid emerged from my own loins, to my surprise, soaking my fingers. -Oh, fuuuck YEE-EE-EESSS! - I cried, louder than I had intended, riding the orgasmic high, and as Ricky gasped, he fired another even larger spurt at my door. He started to remove something from his pocket, and I leaped out of bed and rushed for the door. As I rounded it, I saw him reach the end of the hallway, clutching his shorts. Lying on the ground was a small bundle of tissues. I opened my door fully (with my dry left hand) and looked at the thick, white, gloopy stuff sprayed across the wood panelling, mute evidence of the animal magnetism of my pulsing, bare, orgasmic vagina. At least he had managed to turn aside from the hinge before shooting his load; that would have been a nuisance to clean up. I picked up the tissues, and was just about to begin wiping away Ricky -(TM)s mess, when a thought occurred to me. Instead, I went over to my laundry basket and picked out a pair of my used underwear. It was one of the frillier pieces, worn on a whim earlier that week (there was no way I had any thought that it would be seen, after all). Using the underwear, I mopped up the sperm of my brother, making sure to get a nice coating on the crotch. Anyone who saw them now, or for the next few days, would be easy to convince that he had been up to no good. I snapped a couple of pics on my phone, and consigned them carefully to the back of a locked drawer. Only three or four days ago, such deviousness would have been beyond me. I was actively contemplating blackmail! Now, though, I was Queen of the World, resplendent in the crown jewels given to me by nature and a high-tech shaver, and nothing I did to get what I wanted could possibly be illegitimate. Rachel's Shaved Pussy III After Kirsty's party on Saturday, which had ended with a mess of glorious girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger brother was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was right around the corner, and that in turn meant school. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prospect with dismay, but now I was eager, because at school I could find partners to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagination were all well and good -" better than that, in fact -" but I had no doubt that the real thing would be much more so. I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen dramas to know how problematic it could become if I got a reputation for being a -~whore -(TM) or -~slut -(TM), or even just -~easy -(TM) -- and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste most of the time, while being able to turn it on at a moment -(TM)s notice if the opportunity 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 curves, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top. It took long enough to decide that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The whole morning was a rush of difficult lessons that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful sensation of the open air on my clit. I really can -(TM)t recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a skirt. I am surprised I didn -(TM)t have rivulets of vaginal juices dripping down the inside of my leg from constant arousal. By the time we reached lunch break, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a couple of snack bars I had brought from home, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific type of guy, in a specific placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other classes of my year, around the school, but not given him a second look: a slightly nerdy, unremarkable child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the -~cool crowd -(TM). 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 nobody 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, comical double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling lips to indicate silence, ran my hand sensually down my side, and gestured with my head for him to follow. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. Straight to the ladies -(TM) loos, the ones hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the main door. At the doorway, 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 metres behind me. As soon as he came through, I pushed the door to, threw the bolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a couple of minutes of this, I deemed the time was right, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the button of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole situation that he did nothing to stop me. It was not the biggest 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 good inside me. I went down on my knees, and took him in my mouth. It was my first time ever giving head, and I don -(TM)t think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My head bobbed up and down, my lips first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then spread wide as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn -(TM)t go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn -(TM)t think it would take much to impress him, and I was right. The very situation overwhelmed him, and it didn -(TM)t take him long to shoot his load down my throat. I was prepared for this, though: his first time was always going to be quick, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a longer second round. Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my mouth, showing his salty seed that I had gathered on my tongue. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his adam -(TM)s apple bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise. I undid the side fastening of my skirt, 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 roll my eyes. 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 appreciation, 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 means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic situation, his member was soon as hard as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sinks were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two sinks, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my twat wide. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders. -Well, what are you waiting for? - I asked huskily. -Put it in. - The first words spoken by either of us could have broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips. I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the walls of my cunt outwards! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the widest grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to give 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 sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to take him to the hilt. The feel of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a little extra tickle, like a hint of spice in each bite. He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in time to my motions, then placed his hands on my hips. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to hold him by the hips 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 blind 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 contemplate something so cruel, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a stern glare, softened with my wickedest smile, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message. We writhed against each other to a slow tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eager pussy, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each other -(TM)s bodies: backs and breasts (I don -(TM)t know when my shirt came undone, I don -(TM)t remember either of us loosing the buttons) and bums, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpits, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder. The sensation was astonishing: I don -(TM)t know what that shaver did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a flow of warm liquid at the gate of my cervix. Warmth and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to keep the volume of my cries down. I gripped him back and rode the high. His heavy breathing 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 -(TM)re a good boy. - I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A drop of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few inches down. I looked him straight in the eyes. -I -(TM)m not your girlfriend, - I began sternly. -We are not a couple. We don -(TM)t even know each other. - I turned around, bending over to pick up my skirt, and I knew he had a great view of my pussy lips, with his white semen just starting to leak out. From that position, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the clear expression of awe on his face. -If you do everything right, I may let you have another go some time. - I wiggled my pert bum at him, then stood back up. -But if you breath anything about this to a single other living soul, you have no chance. No. Chance. Got it? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in secret, 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 tell. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up the mess around my groin. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my hair back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper young lady. At the door, I turned back once more. -Remember, not a word. Don -(TM)t talk to me. Don -(TM)t even look at me. Your chance of access to my pretty little pussy ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep your mouth. Shut. - Then I swung the latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly heels as soon as I got out, making sure that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another couple of turnings after that, just in case he thought to follow me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than 5 minutes before lunch -(TM)s end, so I hurried to my first afternoon class. ***** That evening, in a flurry of WhatsApp messages, the arrangements were made for Kirsty to come over to mine, ostensibly to help each other with homework. As soon as the door was closed, though, we were embracing, our teenage bosoms heaving, our lips locked, our fingers on each other -(TM)s hairless, beautiful, rapidly moistening vulvae. Our clothes flew off, and pretty soon, we were in the 69 position, Kirsty on top. I grasped her butt-cheeks to gain purchase and lifted my head up to graze on her snatch, and her long blonde hair brushed my inner thighs as her tongue plunged between my folds. Something had changed, though. It was not unpleasant, just -- -You taste different, - I said. -So do you, - her voice came back from beyond my hips. 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 -(TM)s such a relief, - she said. -I was worried you might think we were going steady or something, and I really want to fuck lots of different people. - With that, she dove back in and, for a while, our mouths were occupied by things other than speaking. The intriguing taste was soon washed out by my saliva, but I delighted in probing out the remaining vestiges 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 deep. Not that I had much attention left to devote to my other senses, most of it being taken up by the marvellous feelings she was causing between my own legs. My questing tongue must have done the trick, because she came slightly before I did. I got a fascinating close-up view of her pussy pulsing and spasming as she climaxed, then a seeming gushing of natural lubricant coated my face. Before I could clear my eyes, my own orgasm overtook me, and I could not resist pressing the back of her head into my crotch for maximum penetration at the final moment. She rolled off, and we lay for a while, gasping, staring at my dull, off-white ceiling. -So who was it? - I heard her ask. I knew exactly what she meant. -Daniel Whittaker, - I answered. -Nobody important. - -Huh. How was it? - I grinned. -Amazing. - I sat up, pulling my arm out from under Kirsty -(TM)s thighs. -So who fucked you? - -Mr Adams. - I drew in a shocked breath. -The P.E. teacher?! - She nodded. From here, gazing across her smooth mons, down her trim belly, across her generous chest to the wickedest smile imaginable, she looked particularly alluring. -Now this I have to hear, - I said, resting my head back in her lap. -Tell me all about it. - -Well, ever since we shaved, I just love touching myself. I -(TM)m guessing it -(TM)s the same for you. It -(TM)s just so smooth and silky, then so slick, and then -- well, orgasms 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 school, there aren -(TM)t many opportunities to do that without being noticed. A couple of times, 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 loos near the art building, I was ready to explode. In fact, I think I almost did: another girl knocked on the cubicle door and asked if I was okay because I was making so much noise. - She giggled. -I seriously considered inviting her in to find out. - -Maybe next time, - I interjected, not looking up from my work massaging her clitoris. She paused, and might have nodded her blonde head again; I could not see from where I was. -In any case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next lesson, so I was raring to go again when the last lesson of the day came along, which was P.E. Honestly, I didn -(TM)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 games uniforms don -(TM)t show up moisture well, because my crotch was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey sticks, shorts riding up to show their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My mind was full of images of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any nasty hair. - Her hand reached out and touched my own bald groin. -At the end of the lesson -" the end of the day -" I changed slowly, and got in the shower late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my senses would have overloaded and I would have come right there. Just the last few was enough that I couldn -(TM)t resist touching myself. I stayed in there as I heard them all leave, letting the water slide down my body, and rubbing my clit. -I was well on the way when I realized someone was still there, at the edge of the showers. Mr Adams was watching me, and he could see that I was masturbating. Except I didn -(TM)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 louder 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 Adams. Do you like what you see? Why don -(TM)t you come and finish me off? -(TM) He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. -~Come on in. There -(TM)s nobody else around. I won -(TM)t bite -- unless you want me to. -(TM) 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 round with those big arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my pussy, and his fingers felt so good that I just surrendered to him. They are all callused, so he has much more friction than I do, but even aside from that, just the fact that it was someone else touching me was a real thrill. -I leaned backward and rested my back against his chest 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 -(TM)t want to move too much and dislodge his fantastic fingers, but the prospect of the next stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his shorts and underwear dropped. The feeling of his meat springing out and pressing against my spine was so intriguing, I just had to turn around and get a look. -Was it big? - I asked, trying to imagine 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 tiled wall, 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 -(TM)s properly strong. I think he spends a lot of time in the school gym outside class-times. My feet weren -(TM)t even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my hips. I tried to help, but he really did most of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arms raised and lowered me, while his hips jackhammered. I don -(TM)t know anyone our age who could have kept that kind of exertion up, but he kept going for minute after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, fill my cunt, and how great it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how fine and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz. - -(TM)Do it! -(TM) I said. -~Spunk inside me! -(TM) And he did. He planted his lips on mine and stuck his tongue down my throat, then I felt his knob pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant. - Her story 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 first I wanted to clear up one thing. -This was all in the showers, right? So didn -(TM)t his semen wash off? Why was it that I could still taste it? - -Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn -(TM)t that ejaculation, it was the next one. We got out of the shower, towelled each other 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 -(TM)t resist you, -(TM) he said, -~and I don -(TM)t know when I am going to get another opportunity like this. -(TM) Then he lifted me up onto the bench, got me on my hands and knees, and slid into me from behind! -He rode me like a 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 -(TM)s shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth skin over and over again, right on the spot where my tongue 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 flat on my front on the bench. I suppose he liked the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blonde hair waving back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking. -His hands were all over me, rubbing my pussy lips and arsehole, grabbing my hips, 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 mouth with his palm. I could -- Yes, yes! I could smell my fresh pussy juice on his fingers! - She grabbed the back of my head. -And then he, he, OH FUCK Rachel, I -(TM)m cumming! I -(TM)m cumming again! - She didn -(TM)t need to tell me, I could feel her vagina pulsing and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and cheeks with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious chest heaving like ocean waves. She was silent for a long while. -And then he spunked, and left me, - she continued. -Just blasted my cervix with his sperm, pulled out, planted a kiss on the back of my neck, took a deep breath with his nose buried in my hair, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my orgasm. I must have lain there for a good 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my arse 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 sight. I almost wish they had: I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teenage girls like us, and it might have been nice to give someone a gift like that, at no cost to me. - I genuinely could not tell for sure whether she was joking. -Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here. -