1. St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School


    Date: 10/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, First Time, Masturbation, Oral Sex, School, Spanking, Teen, Teen Female Solo, Teen Female/Boy, Teen Male Solo, Young, Author: canadianalien, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    either way.” I really wanted to come. Yesterday, the idea of her seeing me naked was scary. But now I’d seen and held her in her nudity. I’m much more comfortable with the idea of her doing something like that for me. “I’d like you to.” She beamed at me. There was a bottle next to her bed that I’d assumed was moisturizer. As she squirted it on her hands, I realized it was lube. When she had her back turned, I took off my pyjama pants. Now I was as naked as she was. She turned back around, and smiled at me again. “You have nothing to worry about in the size department. That’s plenty big enough to get anyone off.” I blushed at her praise. “If you need to lie down, or close your eyes, or do anything else to make yourself feel more relaxed, feel free to.” “What about you?” “If you want to, I’ll show you how to get me off afterwards. If not, I’ll get myself off and you can watch.” I took her offer, and lay back and closed my eyes. She put one hand on my upper thigh, and I immediately flinched. “Sorry, I’m a bit jumpy.” “Nothing to apologize about. Take deep breaths.” I breathed in and out to a count of three. Slowly, her fingers trailing along my skin and raising goose bumps, she brought her hand to my dick. MY breath caught as she slowly stroked up its length with two or three fingers. Very gently, she wrapped her hand around me. Slowly at first, and then gradually faster, she began to move her hand up and down in the classic “jerk-off” motion. What she’d said earlier was true. ...
    It felt much better when someone else did it. I couldn’t help the low moan her touch elicited. I heard the cheerfulness in her voice. “You like this?” “Y-y-yesss.” It was actually hard for me to speak. Within a minute I was right on the edge of cumming. Figuring I’d save us the mess, I gave a rather garbled warning (I hadn’t counted on how much concentration it took to speak). “I… thi-think I’m ‘bout to… cum.” I heard the sound of ripping tissue, but her pumping never stopped. She didn’t grip as tightly as I did, and the lightness and the lube let her move a lot faster, which lead to a much more intense sensation in the long run. I felt my orgasm building. First my balls squeezed, and then I moaned. I felt an explosion of pleasure overtake me, and for a second I couldn’t think or breathe. I felt ropes of cum shooting out my cock. Valerie slowed down a bit, but she continued to stroke. In my delicate post-orgasmic haze, the pleasure was overwhelming, like liquid fire. I found myself moaning again. “That feels so good it hurts.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Not yet.” The pleasurable pain built with each stroke. It wasn’t like the build-up to an orgasm, where the pleasure is clearly leading towards something, and there’s anticipation. This was just pure pleasure, unfiltered and difficult to contextualize. It was more than I could handle, and if it was me doing the stroking, I’d have stopped. But it felt so amazing. I gritted my teeth. “Are you sure you’re okay.” She still didn’t ...
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