Somehow I make my way home. My head has been so filled with fantasies of you that I don't know how I made it through the rest of the day. I  lie on my bed nude (I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist in me) and try my best to read a book, but everything reminds me of you. I finally give up and just lie there, on my stomach, and fantasize. My hand wanders down and starts lazily rubbing my clit. I’m so lost in my myriad fantasies that I don’t even hear you come into the bed room and undress. Suddenly I feel you move my hair aside and kiss the back of my neck. You grab my waist and turn me over, facing you. I can see the hunger in your eyes mirroring my own. You need me as much as I need you. I also see a hint of mischief playing behind that hunger. You are up to something, and I don’t have to wait long to find out what. I see you reach over me to my bedside table and open the drawer in which I keep my toys and scarves. You pull out the silky scarves and quickly bind my arms and legs, spread eagle, to the bed. I am in your hands now. You love the power you have over me. You don’t blindfold me because you like me to watch helplessly as you ravage my body. You start to kiss my lips, softly at first, but then more insistently. You kiss down to my neck and start to bite at my neck and collar bone with vigor, not enough to draw blood, but enough to hurt a little. A little pain can be a good thing. You continue kissing down to my milky white, double D cup breasts. You love my tits. You lick them everywhere and start to suck on my nipples, hard, alternating between the two until they are completely erect and a little red. Then you kiss down the soft skin of my stomach to my navel and continue to play with my bellybutton, causing me to squirm. When you finish toying with my bellybutton, you travel downwards still until you reach my beautifully bare pussy. I am so incredibly wet with my yearning for you that you can smell my scent throughout the room. Tantalizingly slowly you start to tease my sensitive clit with your tongue and run your fingers up and down my slit, not entering me. You do so love teasing me. You are driving me wild. I can’t help but moan and beg you for more. You start sucking on my clit in earnest, and slip two fingers into my well lubricated slit. I love when your fingers fuck me. It drives me mad. I start bucking my hips in abandon. GOD, I am so close! Then you stop, reminding me that you alone hold the power over my orgasm. You straddle my waist and trail your perfect cock up my stomach to my mouth. You lift my head to your dick, so that I can take you more easily. I suck your cock with relish. I love sucking your cock. I love the way it feels to have you in my mouth. God, it turns me on. You hold my head to your dick as I suck harder and faster, and you start fucking my mouth. You hold my head still and thrust deep into my throat. Mmmmmm.  Your cock tastes so good. I can tell that you are getting close to your first orgasm of the night. Suddenly you pull out of my mouth and shoot your load all over my heaving tits. You let me suck the last couple of drops from your dick, which I swallow completely, savoring the taste of your cum. You proceed to slide your dick between my tits while squeezing them around your cock. My tits feel wonderful around your throbbing member, and I can tell by the look of bliss on your face that you are enjoying it, but you stop and slide back down between my legs, dragging your cum all along my body. My orgasm has receded a little, but, with a little coaxing, I’m sure you could push me over the edge. There is a noticeable wet spot growing beneath me as you slide you cock in between my lips and along my slit, teasing me. I beg you to fuck me…please? Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. I start to thrust upwards with my hips in an attempt to force you inside me, but you always pull away just in time. You are driving me insane. I am crying out for you, begging, pleading with you. Finally, ever so slowly, you slip your dick inside my tight, hot pussy. OH GOD YES! This is what I have needed. You start picking up your pace, slamming your hard, throbbing cock into me over and over. I can feel your balls slapping my ass. I am getting so close to my release. So fucking close. I am moaning and screaming your name. You are so fucking good! GOD, YES! OH, YES, FUCK ME! I’M YOUR LITTLE SLUT, FUCK MY FUCKING BRAINS OUT! You suddenly stop and pull out right before I climax. No, please don’t stop! You untie my legs and throw them over your shoulders and pound into me. I scream my climax as you cum inside me. OH, GOD! I’M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR COCK! My pussy clamps down on your cock and milks you dry. Or combined juices flow out of me, on to the bed. You sigh and settle onto me to catch your breath. Then you reach up and untie my hands. I relax my aching muscles and wrap my arms around you as you lay your full weight on top of me. You are absolutely incredible, you know that? We lay there, basking in the glory of the night, both finally satisfied.

Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging.

Kirsten was well tooled up. E’d and spiked and sinking into narcotic euphoria. Already her long hair was damp with sweat, and it splashed against her bare shoulders. Then the squelch of the first few beats of ‘Avenue’, punctuated by ecstatic samples from something quite different. She’d been looking forward to this festival forever. Or at least since she and her friends had booked tickets on the Net. Somewhere beyond the crowds was their tent where they’d spent hours chilling out to the sounds on their CD player, passing spliffs between themselves and giggling at the small things that somehow seemed so hilarious. Paul’s tee-shirt with the beer stain on it. So fucking funny! And Sophie’s hair. Where had she got those weird beads? But all that hanging around, chilling out, getting sorted, that was behind them. The E was kicking in, not that Kirsten was really sure with the haze of dope and booze. She was fucking having it. And fucking having it large. And fucking large it was too.

Banging. Pumping. Kicking. Moving.

Gurrh! The E was coming up. She was really rushing. She pressed herself against Barry, who as always was a bit anxious when Kirsten was coming on strong. But fuck him! She was enjoying herself. She grabbed him around the waist and they boogied together as the swirling cathedral sounds of ‘Avenue’ gave way to some record she recognised but didn’t know, vocal sounds breaking in like waves of orgasm through the dense rhythms, in tune with her body as she pressed it hard against Barry, feeling his cock stiffen through the fabric of his shorts.

Thumping. Banging. Clanging.

The sun was gradually sinking in the distance and the shadows were getting longer. On the stage the arcing, swaying bright lights became more obvious as a cloud passed in front of the sun. And then a cheer as Paul Van Dyk himself hit the stage. A few brief words from the podium while Kirsten and her friends paused in their dancing, and then at last the decks erupted as the sounds burst forth from the speakers, the heavy bass thundering across the fields as ‘Iguana’ erupted. Hard house heaven. Kirsten flung herself onto Paul, brushing her tits through her tanktop against his shiny bare chest, his hands and arms twitching with the familiar beats. Sophie was shaking up and down as the rhythms pushed through her, twitching though her from crown to toe. An ecstatic smile on her face was the dead give away that her rush was coming on stronger than ever.

Grinding. Throbbing. Pulsating.

And it was Kirsten. As always. Who was the first to pull off her tanktop and let her boobs out into the summer sun, even as it fell beneath the horizon. Kirsten gave a whoop as her round breasts with their puffy nipples and satisfying orbs came loose and swayed freely with her body as she swayed freely in the beat. She could see Paul’s stare. And she laughed. Paul was so fucking uptight. What did it fucking matter what he fucking thought? She was up for it, whatever he fucking was. Through the sweat that drained off her forehead onto her eyes she could just about see other eyes on her coming from the other dancers, but they were just the ones who weren’t really getting it on yet. It felt much better for her tits to bump and wobble and rotate and sway with the music, free as the rest of her. And fuck! What’s such a big deal about tits anyway?

Hopping. Bopping. Sliding. Gliding.

In through all the trance and hard house came a clear single note, held for a beautiful long moment, gradually building up tension, other rhythms patterning themselves within it. And then bit by bit as Kirsten and Sophie and Paul and Barry sank to the size of midgets on a small corner of the earth, in a vortex of spinning ravers, it built up inexorably and powerfully and ever greater, wave upon wave of emotion and power, to finally climax with beats so heavy and dense that Kirsten could feel her stomach give way beneath her, her long hair swaying onto her breasts and hardening nipples, the ring in her belly-button transmitting hard signals of joy. And then crescendo. Passion. Ecstasy. Emotion. The four of them almost wept as the music carried them up higher and higher, wave upon wave of overlaid beats, crashing and bashing, banging and clanging. Kirsten danced with her head up, mouth open to the sky, as a full moon appeared above her, monstrous and meaningful, the energy pulsing through her as it came onto her and crashed into her.

Grooving. Moving. Kicking. Killing.

DJ after DJ. Record after record. Mix after mix. Highs. Lows. Bass. Treble. Rhythms harder than a hammer. Sharper than a knife. Like the knives cutting into her soul. Chemical Heaven. Kirsten pushed herself against Paul again, his own top thrown aside, pressing her hot hard breasts against his hot hard smooth chest, his pierced nipple occasionally slapping against her hot hard nipple. They shimmied and swirled and pirouetted and glided. Flesh against flesh. And Kirsten’s hand on his hard cock under his shorts. So long. So thick. And such a good fuck. Kirsten smiled as she remembered their fuck last night. The four of them. Taking turns as the acid wore off and the E kicked in. Not like that shit time with K that time. Paul and Kirsten. Paul and Sophie. Barry and Kirsten. Barry and Sophie. And even for a few giggly awkward moments, while the boys ogled guiltily, Sophie and Kirsten. Was it fun? Maybe. But what the fuck! You’re only young once.

Kicking. Banging. Thumping. Jumping.

And if not then, why not now? thought Kirsten, as the sounds got fast and furious, the lights flashing over the fields and the stage, dark silhouetted DJs behind decks, films synchronised with the beat on the backdrop. A deep contorted fucked-up beat squeezed itself through the four to the floor, twisted around in her belly, sank into her chest, and released itself as Kirsten pulled Paul’s shorts down, his prick standing out tall and proud, pink and purple gloriousness, pride personified. A cock to die for. Paul was too far gone to care, but his dancing became reduced to twitching as his consciousness gradually took in what Kirsten’s tongue was doing to his prick at that moment. Slurping, glurping, gasping, gulping. Saliva and sweat. And such a fucking big prick! Would Paul come on her tits? Did she want to waste such goodness?

Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging.

Kirsten wasn’t sure what she wanted. But the music made demands on her. All at once “Horny! Horny!” crashed the vocals from the mix. Cheesy but so vital. Without any more thought, Kirsten stood up and pulled down her own shorts and knickers, past her pierced crotch and its triangle of light brown hair that belied the truth of her blonde hair, down, down, eased over her bony knees and then kicked off into the grass. She was now naked, except for her light green pumps, a slim bare figure in the moonlight, the rhythms pulsating through her chemically electric frame. Naked. And not for the first time at a festival. Sophie rolled her eyes, but didn’t stop her dancing. Barry looked nervous. And Paul looked positively terrified. A few other figures momentarily paused in their dancing. And one or two exchanged comments, but not wanting to look uncool. After all, it was only nudity.

And Kirsten enjoyed it. The chill air on her burning crotch. The sweat running free down her torso, onto her bare thighs without interruption or pause. Perhaps she was a naturist at heart. But perhaps she didn’t go for all that shit. She wasn’t going to be spending her time playing beachball and table tennis. She just liked being bare fucking butt naked, and she didn’t fucking care what anyone fucking thought. If her parents could see her now. They could just get fucked like everyone else.

Scraping. Grinding. Twisting. Bumping.

And there was Paul still jumping and bumping opposite her, his prick slapping from side to side with the rhythm of his dancing. A shame to waste it, thought Kirsten, getting onto the ground, knees in the grass, hands behind his buttocks and prick in her mouth. The taste and smell was overwhelming, while Kirsten’s flesh tingled with chemical tension, the prick driving deep into her throat. But not for long. All of a sudden, it erupted into a creamy trail of come, which as his prick withdrew, splattered onto Kirsten’s chest and down his legs. Kirsten smiled as more come dribbled out of her mouth, and then without pause up with the beat, as it took her higher and higher and higher.

Pumping. Thumping. Hitting hard. Banging on. Relentless. Never ending.

And then it started to rain. Not for the first fucking time at a festival. The music continued uninterrupted. And who was on stage? Kirsten didn’t know. Didn’t care. After all those weeks comparing DJs. Was Carl Cox on? Was Judge Jules, Paul Oakenfold, Ferry Corsten, Armand Van Helden? Was it going to be blinding? Or cheesy? Or hard? Or trancey? Who fucking cared? The rain beat down gently, softer than the music, barely noticed on the sweat that already had her hair sodden and damp and lank and sticking to her bare skin. But not for long. Just a shower. Thank fucking Christ for that!

Bumping. Thumping. Kicking. Heavier. Harder. Darker. Throbbing. Banging.

How it happened, Kirsten didn’t know, but soon there were others like her, naked and boogying, clothes flung aside, more pills appearing and shared and still no break in the dancing. Kirsten bounced off Sophie, whose eyes were rolling no longer, her perky pointed nipples as free as Kirsten’s fuller rounder boobs. Barry, too, had pulled down his pants, his thin prick not as proud as Paul’s even now, shrivelled into nothing, but shaking madly from side to side. The music pounding and pulling and pushing.

Perhaps it was Barry. Perhaps it was Sophie. Perhaps it was Kirsten herself. But someone had changed the tempo in their dancing, even though the music was beating to an altogether heavier, faster beat, and they were on the grass, slightly damp after the shower, all three of them, rolling about, kissing and licking each other. And when Barry put his prick in Sophie’s cunt, in came Paul, his prick recovering its hardness and straight into Kirsten, as she wrapped her legs around him, and he thrust in and out, with a rhythm totally out of step with the music. Kirsten didn’t care. The music was now just in the background. The sounds and rhythms in her skull were red and warm and liquid and tingled with narcotic energy. What the fuck had they been taking? Or was it just how the fancy took them?

And soon there were others. Kirsten didn’t know who they were. She didn’t care. Boys. Girls. As long as they had tongues and fingers and lips and pricks where pricks counted. Above them were the shadows of others dancing and twitching energetically in the moonlight, lit up occasionally by the vast strobes of light flashing from the stage. Kirsten occasionally caught snatches of tunes as they thundered by. Was that fucking Fatboy Slim? And later she was sure she heard the distinct beat and vocals of ‘Age of Love’. Occasionally, she looked into the faces and not just the bodies of the people gathered around her in this impromptu orgy of theirs. Would she normally have allowed such a fat arsed bloke with his long hair still inside his floppy hat take her up the arse like that? But who fucking cared? It was up there. Pushing up and pushing up, while below Paul (at least she thought it was Paul) was fucking her cunt. And a girl with really short hair was licking her face and eyebrows and cheeks. Kirsten grabbed the girl’s face with her hands and tugged it straight into her mouth and tongue fought against tongue.

Sophie and Barry were also hard at it interlocked by other naked bodies, sometimes flashing purple, blue, yellow or red as the massive strobes passed by. And then back to shadows in the pale moonlight. And then the hard beats of Mauro Piccotto joined the gasps and grunts and slurps and cries of the mass of bodies, building up to a climax of action, as Kirsten herself climaxed again and again and again.

And then more easy ambient noises from the stage. Bodies sagged and swayed. Exhausted by the dancing, the sex, the sweat. Sampled beats from the orient, interspersed with low ambient vocal cries, and long low hums of sound underlaying the slower rhythm. And bit by bit, person by person, the mass of naked flesh peeled off, Kirsten writhing beneath them.

Until there was only her. Lying on the grass, as people were making their way home. Her hair was splayed about her, face on one side, breasts on the ground, and legs crossed scissor-fashion behind her. Above her stood Sophie, while Barry and Paul stood off to one side chatting and passing a joint back and forth.

“Come on, girlfriend,” smiled Sophie. “Get your kit on.”

Kirsten stood up shakily, her memory of events already fragmented and incomplete. “Did we really…?”

“Here, Kirsten, have a toke,” insisted Paul, handing her the joint. “You were really way out there.”

Kirsten put the joint to her lips and breathed in deeply. Too deeply really, as she coughed up most of what she’d taken, but not so much that the effect of the skank was wasted on her.

“We really got it on there, didn’t we? We had a real fucking time, didn’t we? It was really banging!” she said with a smile as she looked up with her clothes in a bundle in her arms.

“Yeah, babe,” said Barry with an ironic smile. “That’s the word for it. Banging!”

*Never really finished it, but its meant to be a quickie.
*She was getting off so hard that she actually came and passed out while on the phone.
*She called the next day, and we decided a face-to-face encounter would be the next step.

Hoped you liked it.  ;)

 "Did you" she insisted? This is going to be one of those secrets you said about before,yes? I said to her. "If you did I wont tell, and my penalty will be, you wont do me when I'm older if I tell" Fuck me, a future invitation to have her cherry. Course I didn't know about a virgins cherry really at that time and what a prize it is. Right now, how could I refuse her request? "Well no not really" "How come it was inside her then" "Hold on, what I mean is I woke up and it was sliding along mum's like you said it did on yours and because hers is bigger it sort of found its way in on its own because your mum was rocking to and fro as I thought, comforting you because I wasn't on your outside to keep you warm" Oh! Oh! "Did your spunk go inside because mum isn't pregger's?" "Honestly, yes,lots of it" "Oh good that means when you do me I wont be pregger's then" "I bet you'll do Ginny before its my turn,but you better keep it secret from Den though" "I think he wants to do me as well" "Why do you think that then" Well when he was on leave the other time, I'd just got out the tub and ran up stairs at the top he came out of their room and caught hold of me and said "oops you nearly slipped then" I hadn't, but as I walked in our room I realised as he caught hold of me one of his arms was round and under my armpit but his other hand was right on my pussy and it squeezed it about five times. I could still feel the sensation after and it made me keep thinking of his thing when I saw it hard. "That's what I wanted to tell you when you had to leave that time. "You liked it then?" "Well yeah, sort of" I thought I aught to give her a friendly question, "Do you rub yours like you just seen me doing?" "Yes every chance I get,thats what made me pee when you seen it just now" "Show me I said" "Not now because I've only just done it, I will another time. Fuck that's hot, my mind went back to the swimming pool pussy.

 Later my aunt called me and with Ginny she said I have a bit of a scheme in mind, you know what about. Not to make it to obvious, I'll speak to your mother about putting some time in over here at weekends and you can bunk down supposedly on the mattress in my or Ginny's room as we decide each time. I didn't go swimming at weekends so that fitted in well for me. So it happened and to make it even better there was a chapel nearly opposite that Ross went to with some very tasty chicks my age. This was brilliant cover and my mother couldn't fail to approve with that in the plan. So with no further ado I spent many enjoyable weekends keeping Ginny's vagina open and lubricated and even the neck into her womb. I never felt the baby with my dick but as the pregnancy progressed she bent herself more and more to accommodate my beast. Ross also twigged what was happening. She got me on my own and said "New you'd fuck Ginny but thats good because it means it'll soon be my turn" Then she said "I really like it when you fuck our mum it makes her so happy and joyful"

 Within this period the customer returned luckily when I was their although I'm sure she didn't realise I think. Aunty spotted her and I got down very much out of sight. Yeah, now where was I before we interupted. Yeah, so I had it this way for about a week then I thought I got a feeling he's awake when I'm fucking him. Craftily I decided to put him on the spot, making out I'd been asleep each time, the next night I stirred as though I was waking up mumbling that was a nice dream, his cock stopped immediately. Little fucker had obviously been awake each time, I said fuck me Jimmy what the fuck were you doing to me. He grabbed round me saying sorry,sorry, I woke up and found I was doing it. I thought you were doing me. Clever that,course I didn't want to loose my piece of cock, so I said calm down, no harm done, mums had them before your fathers so yours is a bit like having one after your father. Well you know what I mean? aunty nodded yes with "A womans needs one might say" Exactly my sentiments, we're certainly on the same wavelength I reckon. So having calmed him down he said "What if you're pregnant mum" I said, don't you worry plenty of wives are getting pregnant in this war, it'll sort out ok.

 I suppose both our claims was a bit like a 1-1 draw in sport after all sex is a sport don't you think. Gaffaws of laughter. I grinned to myself. So I had now to get him to except it was ok to screw me his mother for the duration, at least till Bert came home anyways. I just went for it, I said the next night, still want to come in my bed, hesitatingly he managed a yes with, I promise I wont try to push it into you mum. So easing the atmosphere I said I bet you liked it though, quietly he mumbled yeah,especially when I shot right up the top, adding "Mum what was that inside you that was grasping at the end of my cock" I answered the neck of my womb trying to get more spunk from you. "Oh,what made that happen?" I told him, my orgasm, "That ment you liked it as well then, yes? just like I did, was it like dad doing it because I've heard you say I'm coming when he's done you"

 Here goes nothing I thought. Yes I loved it and you do it with more vigor than your father but don't ever tell him that, it would be cruel... by this time I need a wank but it just ain't gorna' be possible. Then the relevation, I'm not kidding you he went for it, he said I'll fuck you till dad returns and if the worst happens I'll fuck you for ever. I conceded and boy from there forward he fucked me senseless. Three times a night, he'd just grab me anytime,anywhere in house, on the stairs or when I was bent over the sink, one dark night I went out our back to get the washing off the line and he grabbed me and fucked me ruthlessly, fuck that turned me on, it was like being raped and what if the neigbours spotted us, god that was such a turn on. He had me on the bottom of the stairs once when Bert's mother came through the front door, I'm sure she didn't see anything but he whipped it out and I let my skirt drop down. But bloody hell what a buss that was... Course all this was good info' for the future regarding the excitment women needed in their love life.

 Then she said, came the crunch, I'd been thinking about whether the mother-in-law had seen anything and then I missed. So I thought 'fuck it' I better give Bert the news before anybody else can. Jimmy was shitting himself about his father, I said don't worry you'd be surprised how sexually flexible your father is. That is, I couldn't tell Jimmy Bert's flexibility but on the Q.T. his biggest buss is getting our dog to give me a hell of a fucking, ssh! Even after he'd been away for years he got the dog to join in our very first fuck, would you believe. mind it's brilliant, better than any man's cock but you can't tell them that can you. Just got to swear at them and tell them what perv's they are, then submit to their wicked wish and they think they've won. By this time I was getting a cramp so I moved very quietly the only way I could. That was laying down in front of my aunts legs,on my back looking straight up her skirt. Though the light was poor she had her pale blue knickers on and the damp, no wet mark was soaking to the point that the very top of her thighs glistened with pussy juice. she casually glanced down and then opened her legs some more. Bitch, I shot off in my trousers instantly.

 Anyway, I wrote to Bert, I was a bit careful how I put it because I assumed the censures for mail applied in both directions. Got it to him 'might be up the duff,kept it to the family will look like you, he replied, 'understand hope its a girl looking like you, tell Jimmy the world is his oyster keep taking care of mum and don't leave the dog out mind' dirty bugger. Jimmy didn't understand the dog bit. I gently explained what it ment about a month later when low and behold possible baby dropped of the perch. First he was mortified and didn't believe it till I showed him, me getting a licking, after that he harped my life out to show him the real thing. I explained to him it could only be done with someone there to stop it pulling the knot out before it had shunk thus ruining a perfectly good pussy. Aunty, "you didn't did you?" course, he has to grow up so what better teacher to learn him all a woman's needs? She's certainly on my aunts plain then. Trouble then, he wanted it every day and I had to show him how its knot made me ache for a couple of days, course when he seen it bruised me inside he let me decide when I was up for it.

 I was buggered then, my mother came bustling through, enquired what I was doing down there? quick as a flash the customer said 'getting that pen your sister can't reach and studying part of lifes tapestry. My aunt's wet knickers? That made me smile. This went right over mum's head being more intent on her immediate need of me. I really had to get to see what was under those bloomers I just glanced as I got up off the floor. I'd been working on a plan, I had to pass through mum's bedroom to get to mine which ment I was in my room before she went to bed or at the same time. The doors had wooden panels and I'd noted a knot in a panel in a corner at the right height I thought, to get a view when and if it were removed. I'd concluded it to be dead in line with where she would stand to undress. Difficult bit was to remove the knot without leaving tale tale marks. Still I was top of the school for woodwork and decided the best way was to ask the woodwork master. The way I put it was. If a knot works loose or was splitting in a panel, how would be the best way to fix it or remove it and plug it without putting any unsightly marks on the parent wood? To remove it he said, carefully drill as big a hole as you dare through the knot and collapse the remaining shell. I'd already concluded a knot hole wouldn't be unusual in old doors of 1900 vintage. It worked too.

 Timing a sighting of mothers pussy was now imperative, I reckoned the best chance would be if she was heading for a bath. I knew she undressed in the bedroom put on a robe and went down to the bathroom allowing me to make my escape or hang in to see a repeat performance if it was bed time. So I'm already in situ' she comes up calls don't come out your bedroom if you're in there I'm getting ready to bath. I answer 'ok' and get set for my viewing. I'd completely overlooked the tits in no time her over garments were off then the bra, long line of course. The tits were free, and boy they were very nice, good shape no sag and nipples nearly as big as her sisters. She moved to the famous bloomers. I didn't know quite what to expect, she dragged them down facing away from me. Bent right over to get them off her feet her bum hole was a beauty like a little crinkly girl one while her pussy pouted from between her thighs with a very fleshy outer pair of mounds and small inner flaps. She had good legs but her ankles was a bit thick. While this happened I wanked myself stupid.

 I decided to stay put because I hadn't seen a frontal view. Not long after she re-appeared took off the gown and stood looking at herself in a mirror beyond my sight but still she was where she had been before. Pubes were brown and her slit came farther up the front than most (I found this fact out later) when I'd seen others. Having seen aunty's, Ginny's, Rossi's and some customers in the old shop, I was intregued as to where her actual hole would come. Many,many years later I found out.

 Moving forward some I started work and still went to the baths but more into the evening to which I noted the threesome did the same. So I still studied their form as they became ever more womanly. Further glimpses of the cheeky twins pussy and her sister took place which made me realise this was planned not accidental they both had very blond pubes which made them hard to see except when they were wet. Ok by all the guys and me that spent time ogling. But the big booby one continued to show pubes but not pussy. Then a new guy moved in with his parents and family in the pub opposite us. A good looking bastard, and he knew it and the women of our group were putty in his hands. Don't get me wrong, as a people watcher I loved it. We got on like a house on fire. One night not long after they arrived, I found him with our mates including girls heading into the upper room of the pub. He gave me the nod,so in I went as well. Quickly in the gloom we paired off, two boys to one girl. I was with a girl I got on well with, the bike got the oldest guy on his own,she happened to be one of boobies cousins and used to be on our school bus. She'd been fucking older guys since she was ten. So she was knickers off cock in,no foreplay just fuck me was her way. What I didn't realise was boobies was in there and with Rodger and Alfie. I'm not good on face recognition and remember swimming hats, so I failed to clock this as we came in and her twin mates weren't there either. As we all got down to some titting and wrestle the pussy from the panties. My concentration centred more and more on Rodger and Alfie. There girl was talking and it was like, you said only boob play,stop that our mum will be here looking for me in a minute. The low powered table lamp gave just enough light to see their activity.

 What was happening was having pushed her bra up they each was fondling a tit, as she protested her nipples were indicating they wanted more. But her real protest was that they had pulled her skirt up to her waist and were rubbing her thighs getting ever closer to her panties. She kept saying her mother would catch them, then their hands went in each knicker leg at the same time. She was wriggling and saying 'no' its was only supposed to be my titties outside. As their fingers found fur 'mummy,daddy no' as she was trying to push their hands out of her knickers. By now I was totally intregued but also realised although her voice was saying 'no' her thighs was saying yes as they were opening wider and wider. the girl I was with had also stopped and was watching, she whispered 'they're going to fuck her' she obviously had a mass of pubes as at the baths had shown. It was only then that I twigged it was boobies. Then the big male hands were at her knicker waist band pulling down as she was trying hold them up. Roger went onto her neck licking and nibbling and in no time Alfie had her knickers round her knees and then one leg completely out. Rodger he certainly worked his majic because she even lifted her one leg to let Alfie pull them off. My hardon was throbbing and I knew I was bound for pants full of cum. I'd finally seen the cunt that never showed itself in the swimming baths while the three were prick teasing. She wrestled her mouth away from Rogers and gasped 'dont try to put it in our mum will murder me' At this point Alfie and Rodger was giving her pussy some serious fingering she had led back now and her naked belly was all twitchy submission was near. Rogers cock appeared from nowhere and he drew her hand down to it, she pulled back and said 'no' but then gripped it tightly and started to wank him, her clitoris nerve must have made her brain do that I thought. Her pussy had started to glisten my girl said here it comes. Rodger went up to move over on top of her, with that the door flew open and Rodgers mother said 'hey you lot out before you get up to mischief' Although I couldn't have dreamt it at the time, His mother had just saved my future wife from loosing her virginity to her son.

 How about that then.

 More later.

After the rain had stopped Pikachu went outside the tent and bulbasaur followed  as the both of them walked they found a small lake to drink from, as Bulbasaur lowered her head to drink Pikachu could see its small light green hole open and exposed, Pikachu stood there in confusion as to what it was so Pikachu walked over behind from bulbasaur took a sniff and Pikachu was for some reason  aroused was starting to get a boner as it 4 inch grew from its fur “Pika? Pika, Pika” as Pikachu said as if it was the 1^st boner it had.

Bulbasaur turned its head round to see what was going on and saw Pikachu standing behind it and bulbasaur eyes was 1^st on Pikachu’s hard small but thick boner as bulbasaur turned round she looked at his boner and walked over to Pikachu and licked Pikachu’s boner and he gave out a soft little moan  and bulbasaur was turned on by this as well so bulbasaur opened her mouth and took about 2 inches in her mouth and used her tongue around and around Pikachu’s cock he started moaning more and more which turned on bulbasaur even more and could even feel warm wet goodness starting to flow from her cute green hole so bulbasaur let out 1 of its green vines and stuck it in the entrance of her green small hole and began to move it slowly in and out bulbasaur started to moan.

Pikachu gripped bulbasaur ears and pulled her head down deeper into its mouth till all 4 inches was in her mouth and touching the back of her throat which made bulbasaur gag but Pikachu pulled away buy about an inch and bulbasaur kept using her tongue swirling in circles which made Pikachu moan more which turned on bulbasaur even more as she speeded up the vine going deeper and harder in her small green tight hole which made her juices pour and as bulbasaur stopped sucking Pikachu’s hard and thick 4 incher , she let out her other vine and wrapped it round Pikachu’s cock and started to move in a backwards and forwards motion , Pikachu could do nothing expect moan and moan and Pikachu has an idea he unwrapped her vine and walked behind bulbasaur and sniffed at her flowing juices and licked to get a taste and he loved it he lowered his face even closer and start to licked the edge of her dripping wet hole and she let out a moan that would turn on any horny Pokémon he couldn’t help himself as he was licking and drinking her juices so he stuck tongue inside bulbasaur hole and started licking the walls of her pussie  and more of her juices was flowing Pikachu couldn’t help himself but to keep licking and drinking bulbasaur’s  juices.

Pikachu pulled away to catch its breath and bulbasaur fell to the ground from the pleasure panting heavily and Pikachu walked over to bulbasaur and positioned his hard and thick 4 inches just outside her hole and slowly guided it in and bulbasaur looked back and could see and feel Pikachu’s cock going into her hole she moaned loudly as she could feel his thick cock rubbing against the walls of her pussie and Pikachu cock was feeling like it was being squeezed due to the tightness of bulbasaur’s hole he started to move in and out, he could feel her warm wet juices pouring onto his cock and he couldn’t hold on any longer, he went harder and deeper by every thrust by now bulbasaur had a puddle dripping down from her hole.

Pikachu could feel his cock twitching and instinctively started to ram and thrust bulbasaur’s hole as fast and as hard as he could go with bulbasaur moaning and screaming being able to be heard from miles around Pikachu suddenly felt an explosion from his cock as he blew his load deep into bulbasaur womb, bulbasaur screamed at the top of her voice as she could feel her womb filling up, as Pikachu’s cock started to go down, he took his cock out and they both fell to the ground, tired and with no energy, they both went back to lake to drink and Pikachu managed to find some food for them both to eat after resting for a bit they both walked back to tent and laid next to me huddled together and fell asleep together.