I was obsessed with finding out everything there was to know about sex, and even more obsessed with making myself cum over and over again. I'd never done this before, but I really didn't want him to leave. His eyes went wide for a moment and then he looked at me for a while. When your fingertip is inside you, curl your finger inside you, up towards your clitty... The area I was pressing on felt swollen and sensitive, and was almost like touching my clitty from the inside somehow. Rub yourself inside with little circular motions honey... I didn't get to see his cock much, he was married and it was kinda risky for him, but a few times I got some really amazing close up views and he showed me where and how men like to be touched and sucked. Anyway, I was talking to him one day, telling him how hard it was to be horny all the time and dripping through my panties when I'm at public places like school. I quickly raised my hand and asked to be excused, and basically RAN for the bathrooms. It was the second half of class, and we usually got to work by ourselves, getting a head start on the homework. And then, as if he'd read my mind; SMS message: Don't hand it in, sweetie. As horny as I was, that actually sounded like a good idea at the time. I've liked you for ages and I'm so incredibly wet for you. I gently took his hand and moved it to my hip, murmuring something nonsensical, and started moving it down towards the front of my panties.
If I had an hour at home alone, I'd cum 12 times. I could feel my pussy squeezing around my finger, my hips started to buck involuntarily, trying to fuck myself deeper onto my finger. and with your other hand, take your clitty between two fingers and squeeze it softly, pull on it a little, roll it around between your fingers... Imagine yourself placing your pussy on the tip of my hard cock and slowly pushing down, impaling yourself on it, taking me inside you deeply as I get closer to cumming, feeling me stretch and fill you... You want to feel my hot creamy cum pumped deep into your tummy... We exchanged mobile numbers and he told me to text him if I ran into trouble. Imagine if he knew you were wet right now thinking about him. I made sure all the stalls were empty and texted back "Stop it! I'm gonna have to masturbate in the bathroom or I won't make it through class! Everyone, including my teacher, were bent over their desks. I have an eraser tucked in my panties right now, pressed up against my clitty, and I'm wriggling my hips a little bit, trying to hump it, feeling it caress my pussy and bringing me closer to cumming right in front of you... My entire body tensed up and twitched as I clutched my desk, my pussy spasming crazily, me trying to keep a straight face, convinced everyone in the room would see, would know, and only cumming harder despite the setting. And, right in the middle of the orgasm I was trying to pretend I wasn't having, the principal came in and spoke my name. And when he first made contact with the very obviously damp crotch, his breath caught in his throat and he groaned. She was still asleep, but her recliner was almost facing us, and all she'd have to do was open her eyes to see something was going on. We were moving very slowly, and the blanket covered us. So I started pulling my shirt up, exposing my rock hard nips and guiding his other arm, the one I was laying on, towards them.
It tasted salty and kinda nice, so I murmured and licked at it a bit and heard her dad moan and felt him putting his hand on my knee and pulling my leg to the side, and then the taste was gone but the slappy noise came back and I felt the warm wet thing softly rubbing up between my legs and bouncing at the same speed as the slappy noise.
I was starting to feel really funny, and then I heard a hiss of breath and just felt warmth flooding the outside of my pussy, some warm gooey wet stuff covering me and tickling me as it dripped down to the bed.
I fell asleep an hour later with my hand still between my legs, rubbing myself in my sleep.
I got up and snuck out to see what it was, and dropped down to the floor and crawled over to my dad's room and peeked through the crack in his door. I felt a little less shy and began to relax, then toy with him by smiling coyly and using one finger to flick my hard nips. slippery_lil_clitty: um James: Do it or I'm gone. He was squeezing his cock with a hard fist now, appearing to breathe heavy, typing with one hand only so as not to release the death grip he had on his cock. I did as he asked and discovered something I'd never known before - wet nips were sensitive to air, and they quickly seemed to get even harder and sent a weird tingling feeling all the way down to my pussy. James: Lower your right hand and extend only your middle finger.
He was on his back on top of his blankets, with his hand around a big thing that was sticking out from between his legs, kinda pulling on it up and down. I'd learned my lesson the last time, and simply obeyed. Barely touching, start at the top of your pussy and run your finger lightly along the left lip all the way to the bottom, then up again on the right.
His movements got faster and I started rubbing myself again, crouched in front of his door and watching him stroke himself, watching his face. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and let it drop to my waist. I felt exposed, like I could almost *feel* his eyes on me, touching every part of me, and I wanted to open my legs, feel his gaze touch me where I needed to be touched most... James: Place your fingertip softly at the bottom, in the center of your pussy, and slowly caress upwards along the slit... I shivered as my finger passed tantalizingly close to my clitty, only separated from it by my pussy lips. I'd known them since I was born and they were basically family, slightly too young to be the grandparents I'd never had, but they acted like it anyway. ) and insisted I have some of the home made chocolate pudding she always makes me, but I wasn't really hungry and it only made them more cuddly and worried.
His eyes were closed and he was kinda frowning with his mouth slightly open, and it almost looked like he was in pain, but somehow it made the place between my legs even hotter and I petted myself faster, until he moaned and arched his back and something shot out of the tip. I didn't know why, but I felt funnier than ever in my tummy, and it felt like the place between my legs was hot and throbby. It looked a bit puffy, and when I touched it it tingled. Again I was sure he'd disconnect, let's just say I don't exactly have an impressive rack yet. James: Do it again, but press just a little harder this time, let your fingertip slip between those juicy lips slightly... I couldn't exactly tell them I wasn't just upset about my dad though! I couldn't believe I was even considering this, but seriously, I was ALWAYS horny and the one thing I wanted more than anything was cock...