Schooled in Sex ( part1 )

It was an barefaced plan even for me, and I was n't sure that he would go for it. It would entail quite a commitment on his voice, and he ` d only just left off fucking Mary-Ann.

Let me excuse. I ` m Caro ( short for Caroline ) and a nineteen, almost twenty-year-old Virgo. I did n't be after it that way, but my libido didn ` t get going until end year, and I ` ve been getting really horny lately. So much so that I now carry a spare pair of panty in my bag in instance of unwritten emissions ( Yes, it happens ).

I told all to my best friend Mary-Ann, who by her own entrance fee, had been a fornicatress since she was XVI. Mary-Ann had done everything : trey, orgy, anal retentive, epicene, blowjob, bondage and stuff I ` d never even heard of, and here I am, a tight-holed virgin.

I told her that I wanted to find out her and boyfriend microphone, get it on. I knew that they were both flasher, so I didn ` t see a job, and there was n't one. I sat on the bed next to them as flighty as hell as Mary-Ann pulled his drawers off, and for the first time in my aliveness, I saw a unfaltering, erect hammer. I had seen microphone ` s cock before on the cyberspace as he 'd featured in a few erotic movies when he was younger, ( Mike is a lot quondam than Mary-Ann ) but never in the material body like this. It was a stiff curving cudgel, jutting out from his groyne like a spear. He put my hand upon it, my fingers curling around it instinctively. He stepped quickly forward, causing my script to slew down his pole and bring his cockhead to within inch of my oral cavity. I backed away, and he laughed, giving it to Mary-Ann instead. She sucked and slurped upon it, putting on a show for me, and then he took her doggy-style, driving viciously into her from prat. The heavy, smooth slapping sound drove me loony. He wasn ` t just fucking her, he was dominating her, making her his kick. I wanted to be that bitch.

His orgasm wasn ` t long in get along and he pulled me closer for the cum snapshot. As he withdrew from Mary-Ann ` s sopping golf hole, a huge gush of spermatozoon erupted from the tip of his cock spattering my blouse and dumping a fat wad on the private parts of my jeans. ‘ That ` s where spunk is meant to be'he laughed as he rubbed it in, feeling me up in the unconscious process. Such was my intromission to the world of sex.

That was then, and this is now. Nervously, I approached mike ` s door. Mike and Mary-Ann did n't see each former anymore, so he was fair secret plan, but this was still a big ask.

I rang the bell, and a bemused looking Mike stared back at me.

‘ Caro ? What are you doing here ?'

‘ Hi microphone,'I stammered, ‘ I need to ask you something really important.'

I was ushered into Mike ` s dirty, sleazy flat ; a real bachelor's pad. I took a deep breath to becalm my nerves. ‘ Okay, straight to the spot. I want you to learn me about sex. Everything. The entirely matter. I will portion your bed for seven days, and you can have me anytime you want, but never the Lapplander way twice. All of my holes are yours to do with as you wish. At the end of the seven day, I want to love more about sex than the foul cocotte, read ?'

microphone nodded dumbly, trying to reckon what I had just asked him. ‘ Are you sure enough ? I mean I don ` t study anymore, so a week is not a problem, but prove to me this is not a joke and shew me you ` re serious. I want to see your tits.'

I was waiting for that. I was n't wearing a bra, and my hard tits were restrained only by my blouse. I slipped off my jacket and began unbuttoning. My breasts burst free much to Mike ` s delight, and he hefted them, testing their weight unit and substance, rubbing his ovolo across my turgid tit and then sucking them into his rima oris making me moan in pleasure. They had always been so sensitive.

‘ Now, the rest.'He commanded, watching hungrily as I began to undress. I hesitated at my scanty, before pushing them to my ankle and stepping out of them.

He whistled in taste. ‘ A beautiful bald pussy with a fat high-slung snatch. Just the way I like them. You sure you ` re a virgin ?'

I nodded.

‘ amount ? Never even been fingered ?'

‘ No.'I replied truthfully.

His hands roamed over my defenseless torso, testing my ass-cheeks and pulling and grabbing at my panting white meat, before moving lower, tantalisingly close to my pussy without actually touching it

‘ Beautiful.'He gasped.

He undressed quickly, his colossal hard-on bobbing before me, its individual, fluid-filled eye, stared at me dispassionately, uncaring that I was an impeccant Virgin. I was just a yap, somewhere warm up and wet to bank its load. I was probably little More than that to its owner too. I did n't deal, I wanted it all the same.

‘ Now kiss my cock.'Was the command. I knelt to obey. I wrapped my hand around the basis of his tool, my carpus touching his vast balls, and brought my purse lips to the remains quill where I planted the most soft of kisses.

‘ Higher.'

I kissed higher, moving my brim to just below the atrocious cockhead. Any higher and my lips would touch the thick viscous liquid state running freely from the prick. I hesitated.

‘ Tongue my nob.'

Taking a deep breath, I obeyed, licking away the liquidness and wetting the entire cockhead with my spit, leaving no part untouched. The liquid tasted of nothing, and that encouraged me to expect down on the nob with more dynamism, lapping at the grossly swollen meatus until mike pulled away.

‘ Now rub me. Make me cum.'

I began a slowly stroking motion, aided by Mike, which quickly became faster and more vigorous until a gushing spring of cum splashed into my face and hair. Another thickly wad spattered my throat and tits, and still, another hit my belly and thighs.

mike pulled away, staring at his handiwork with expiation. I watched as a river of spunk made its way from my belly-button drift south, winding its way to my pussy. I went to wipe it away, but my bridge player was stayed by Mike.

‘ Leave it.'

We both watched as it reached my deeply snatch, and I was commanded to pull my lip apart so it could sink in and be absorbed. I did so, and it did. I released my melted labia, watching them piece of cake shut, capturing their pearly prize.

‘ Now get dressed,'he said. ‘ you can wipe my spunk from your aspect but leave it in your hair and on your consistency ; I want it to surcharge into your skin.

Well, kudos, Caro ; you ` ve just had day one. Day two begins at 9am tomorrow don ` t be late.'

The End