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Gilly goes to the dance
This story is pure fiction — all participants of anything remotely sexual are over 18 years of age. Gilly’s Mother banned her from associating with ‘boys’ until she was eighteen. For her eighteenth birthday her Mother gave her a sex manual, a dildo and a clit tickler together with a great deal of useful advice.
I now looked forward to Friday with a mixture of excitement and some trepidation. Mum had spent a lot of money on clothes for me. What did concern me was not what might happen but what might NOT happen. I’d hate to come home only to report that I’d danced with John all night.
John was Jen’s little Brother. Jen was my best friend. John is two years younger than Jen and I. He loved to dance as much as I did and attended the same dance school that I had. My attendance being from the age of five and was curtailed when boys being close and holding me closer caused me to think of much more exciting things than the rhythm of the music and what me feet were doing.
But with John there I could at least dance properly, if nothing else.
Friday 7pm — I was wearing my red undies with matching skirt, top and shoes. I kissed Mum goodbye and walked down the driveway to the road feeling pretty, sexy and ready for anything and everything. My Mum’s ‘Enjoy yourself! Have a wonderful time. Be home by 11!’ rang in my ears.
‘Be home by 11?’ The dance finished at 10pm and I lived only ten minutes easy walk from school. I remembered what she’d said when I was trying on my new undies; ‘If a man is being allowed to see a ladies undies they might as well be worth seeing’. She’d essentially dressed me sexily and sent me off to the dance with the full understanding, if not hope, that I’d get ‘laid’ as she’d described in one of our long discussion sessions.
There was a bounce in my step as I walked towards Jen and her brother waiting on the corner of her road and mine.
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I was enjoying myself. Dancing with my friends in a bit of a group and when proper dance music started John appeared and I waltzed, quick-stepped or foxtrotted around the gym gaily. It was about 8 o’clock, I was dancing with my friends when the music changed to ballroom. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Thinking it was John I turned eagerly into his arms. It wasn’t John but one of the Upper 6th boys that constantly caused me troubled nights. He whisked me away in the most fancy quickstep you can imagine before I had any time to react. I had to quickly brush off my dancing cobwebs to keep up with him. I didn’t know his name but he knew mine and introduced himself as he dazzled me with his footwork. Roger, like me, loved to dance. We had two fantastic dances one after the other and I was still in his arms waiting for the next when his friend, another cause of many enjoyable thoughts, tapped his shoulder and asked politely if he could ‘cut in’. Roger didn’t hesitate, he handed me to his friend with a cheerful;
“She’s a fabulous mover! Don’t let her escape! I want more of her tonight.”
My heart fluttered at the words.
Paul danced me off my feet! Absolutely fantastic. Two dances and the mood changed to Jive. I danced with both of them as they swung me about between themselves effortlessly. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop either. The music changed, Viennese Waltz, away I went in Roger’s arms only to be followed by a complete change to Cha Cha Cha where I had one on each side of me. Tricky but fun. Paul, Roger, Roger, Paul. They swapped and changed, my head spun and I was on cloud nine.
The music changed again. A slow one where everybody just sort of shuffled about a bit. I was in Roger’s arms looking up into his handsome, smiling face. I rested my head on his shoulder he rested his cheek on the top of my head. I felt his hand on the small of my back, on my bare flesh. It felt good. I smiled up at him. His hand moved upwards. In the blink of an eye my bra was undone. I made no complaint, just smiled contentedly and snuggled into his shoulder.
“Take it off,” he whispered.
“I can’t,” I whispered back half heartedly.
“Yes you can,” he chuckled and slid one strap down into the baggy sleeve of my shirt, “now pull your hand up,”
I did and we repeated the trick with the other strap.
“Now pull it out the front, scrunch it up and put it in my pocket.”
I did and we smooched for a few more minutes with my firm, unfettered Girls rubbing against his strong, manly chest. My nipples became painfully hard and there is no way he couldn’t notice. With the slow movement of the dance his cock was grinding against my thigh, high up. I wriggled surreptitiously trying to reposition it without him noticing. He smiled down at me and leaned into my ear.
“Now take off your panties!”
I should have said ‘no’ there and then, I didn’t.
“I can’t,” I replied before utterly spoiling my ‘little miss goody two shoes’ reputation, by adding, “not here.”
He steered us expertly over into the corner of the dance floor.
“Get your bag,” he instructed.
My casino oyna panties would have been drenched if it wasn’t for the folded tissues inside them. He led me down the stairs to the ground floor where the toilets and showers were. He walked me passed them all to the end of the corridor where the caretakers store was. Roger stopped me, lifted my skirt high to my waist. I held it for him making absolutely no attempt to prevent him sliding my sexy red panties down my legs and off. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply before scrunching them up and putting them in his pocket with my matching bra.
“You won’t need this for now,” he said sliding his hand back up my inner thigh and removing the little wet pad that had stuck to my cunny lips.
Again he raised it to his nose and inhaled my private scent.
“Your wet cunny smells delicious,” he whispered as he pressed his tongue into the tissue pad, “and you taste divine.”
I smiled contentedly and continued to hold my skirt high as he pulled my soft, pliant body onto his hardness. His cock pushed hard into my upper thigh and for the second time in very few minutes I adjusted my position until I could feel his hardness against my soft wetness. With my skirt trapped between us I placed my hands on his hips and pulled myself as tightly as possible onto his throbbing, trouser covered cock.
His fingers found my cunny. I eased my legs further apart and his digit slipped gently between the folds of my engorged labia. I managed to stifle my cry of pleasure and emitted a soft grunt. My body trembled uncontrollably. I started to pant. His finger crept slightly downwards, he found my hole, circled it carefully as he watched my face. He pushed inside me. I smiled happily and closed my eyes. My legs turned to jelly. I grabbed for his neck and support. He pressed deeper while I buried my face in his shoulder trying valiantly to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. Placing his hand on the back of my head he pressed me even harder into him. Despite our joint efforts the sounds of my climax reverberated along the narrow corridor.
We moved a little so that my skirt could drop back into place should anyone be mean enough to come and investigate. Roger held me tight until my equilibrium returned.
“I think we should find somewhere a little more private,” he suggested as he took my hand and led me back along the corridor.
We turned left at the foot of the stairs and out into the open. Crossing the quad we passed through the covered walkway of the science block, turned left towards the craft classrooms, around the end and across another patch of grass to the Upper 6th Form block. Another covered walkway led to the inner quad. Steering me to the right and passed a large shrub growing against the plain brick wall he led me to a picnic bench and table.
“This should do, I think,” he said pulling me into his arms.
We kissed, for the very first time. My arms encircled his neck as I pulled myself onto his lips. We wrestled with our tongues. He smothered me with kisses and I returned each one with equal vigour. We broke apart. He leaned back against the wall and worked my shirt up under my armpits fully exposing my Girls for his attention. I moved my arms from around his neck and raised them compliantly above my head. My shirt quickly joined my bag on the table.
It was still broad daylight and the look on Roger’s face as he ogled, yes ogled is the perfect word, my full breasts was delightfully satisfying. Nobody, except my Mum and I, had seen my Girls totally exposed. His hands hovered, inches away from my tender flesh. They seemed locked in place as if they were unsure quite what he could do.
“Roger,” I said softly, “they’re the same ones you were playing with outside the caretakers storeroom.
I reached up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt while he decided how he wanted to enjoy my boobs. It felt very strange to be honest. He’d seemed so confident but now he seemed a little lost. I finished undoing his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders before placing it on the table, on top of mine. Pulling his naked chest to mine I rubbed my Girls over his manly body and squeezed him tight. His arms went around my waist as he returned my hug.
“They’re… err you’re beautiful,” he said pressing me tight against him.
“Is that all three of us then?” I teased.
His hands moved down to the waist band of my skirt. He was quick and smooth. I stepped back a little and my skirt slid down my legs and pooled at my feet. I was naked! Totally naked and I cared not a jot. His hands went to my bottom as he pressed me against his hardness once more.
We kissed, he stroked gently across my breasts with his tongue then he sank slowly to his knees leaving a little wet trail down my belly, my mons and stopped at the very edge of my cunny. He looked up. I smiled down and his head dipped as he lapped at my cunny with a soft, gentle tongue. Resting my hands on his head I parted my legs as wide as I could and pushed my hips forward.
He slot oyna licked me lovingly, pressing his tongue into my hole then wiping upwards to my clitty. Jolts of electricity flew along my nerves. My body started to tremble again. I reached for my bag and frantically fumbled around looking for a pad to bite down on as my climax built. He sucked on my clitty just as I found an unopened packet of paper hankies. Shoving the whole thing in my mouth I clamped my teeth down hard. The racket I didn’t make was released as pure energy and my whole body shook and shuddered. I held onto Roger’s head like it was my lifebelt. When I’d calmed he stood and held me tightly in his arms.
“You taste as good as you smell and feel, delicious, intoxicating and exciting,” he told me lovingly.
“I want to know what you taste like, feel like and smell like,” I said as I crouched down.
No belt, just two buttons and a zip. I had little problem. I was tempted to pull everything down and out of the way as quickly as possible but resisted. First his trousers then his underpants both in double quick time. His cock, the first I’d ever seen, stood before me erect, hard and vertical, the bulging head extended outside the foreskin. It glistened on the top. I wiped across it with my finger, stretched the stringy substance to my mouth and licked. Very slippery but not much taste. I eased the knob head towards me and opened my mouth. It slipped in easily and I stroked his length as I took more of his shaft into my mouth. I heard him grunt with satisfaction, as I had done when his tongue first touched my clitty. I continued to take as much cock as I could into my mouth, teasing the entrance to my throat.
His hands went to my head and encouraged more and faster and deeper. I didn’t struggle but enjoyed as I was obviously pleasing him as much as he had pleased me.
His cock throbbed. His hips started to push forward driving his cock into my throat. He was getting close to ejaculation. The thought of his sperm pumping into my mouth excited me. My night-time thoughts filled my head. I didn’t hesitate, as soon as he made it very clear that his semen were on the way to my belly I stroked his cock vigorously while forcing as much cock as I could as deep as possible into my mouth. His throbbing cock filled my mouth. His body trembled then shuddered before he pushed his cock forward urgently.
The pleasures I had imagined were duplicated in reality as his sperm poured into my mouth as if from a fire hose. I swallowed as fast as I could, keeping my lips as tight as possible around his cock. None escaped but it took a few goes to swallow it all. I looked up into his happy face smiling down at me.
“Wow! That was the best, ever!” he exclaimed ecstatically.
Helping me to my feet he pulled me close again and smothered me with kisses. We stayed like that, naked in each others arms, for quite a few minutes before his hands started to explore my naked body once more. I didn’t resist in the least but reached down for my own pleasure, his cock. While he stroked my pussy and made it throb for more I carefully brought his cock back to it’s magnificent erection.
With my pussy dripping with lust and his cock throbbing with a need to fill it I guided him towards our ultimate goal. I had to force his cock head down to run the hard shaft along my slit. He lifted me onto the table as I swept the clothes onto the ground with my arm. I laid back and parted my legs wide. The moment I had dreamed about was rapidly approaching. His searching cock-head found my waiting cunny. He paused briefly to look into my eyes. I nodded quickly, he pushed forward. I smiled encouragement. Carefully he pressed his cock deep into my cunny until I felt his balls against my bottom.
I was no longer a virgin!
Roger passed me the chewed packet of Kleenex.
“I’m hoping you’ll need these before we’ve finished,” he laughed, “should I pull out before I spunk?” he asked seriously.
“Not if you want to be alive in the morning!” I warned.
We fucked. No subtlety, little skill, just buckets and buckets of enthusiasm. I’ve no idea how many times I came. It wasn’t difficult, my head was compensating for all the lack of experience we had. My biggest orgasm was when I felt Roger unload into my willing receptacle. I shook so much I was in danger of falling off the table.
We’d finished. Roger lay on top of me with his forearms taking his weight. I was panting frantically and turned my head to get more air. Paul was standing less than six feet away, stroking his cock. I smiled a contented smile at him. He grinned back and eased forward a little. I beckoned him closer until he was standing close enough to touch. I reached out and stroked his cock. The movement stirred Roger. He lifted himself up and saw a naked Paul standing close with my hand around his cock.
“Hi,” said Roger conversationally, “what kept you?”
It didn’t alarm me in the least. It should have, I know, but Paul was the second of my nightly knights. If they wanted canlı casino siteleri to share me, if only for a while, I wasn’t going to kick up a fuss.
“Bin here quite a while but I didn’t want to interrupt and spoil it for you,” he said simply, “any chance?” he asked hopefully.
Any chance of what I didn’t bother to ask, just in case it wasn’t a fuck he was hoping for. I knew I’d probably hate myself in the morning but tonight I was loving it. Roger looked at me with an equally hopeful smile. I smiled in return and nodded quite energetically. Pulling Paul towards me by his cock I leaned forward and encouraged him to slip it into my mouth for a few minutes while I recovered from Roger’s sound seeing to.
Paul was quickly rampant and I kept him happy with my mouth and hand until Roger had softened and slipped out.
“Swap places,” I said quickly.
They swapped and Paul’s cock was slipping home inside my cunny even as I was lifting Roger’s to my lips. I noticed the difference immediately. Paul, when as far inside me as he could go, didn’t get quite so deep as Roger but he did stretch me wider. He filled my, used to be, virgin cunny completely. I was returning to the boil rapidly and eased Roger’s cock out of my mouth for his own safety. He passed me the Kleenex packet. I folded it tight and slipped it between my teeth.
Paul looked startled until Roger said;
“She’s a very noisy fuck,”
Paul looked at me in shock while I nodded energetically.
Paul didn’t ask if he could ejaculate in my cunny. He told me he was cumin’, I thrust up to encourage him and quickly felt his spunk joining Roger’s. I didn’t feel dirty. I did feel fucking good. I told Paul to stay inside me as long as he could and took Roger’s cock back into my mouth. When Roger was again ready I told them to swap. Roger fucked me and I prepared Paul’s cock until Roger’s slipped out. They swapped again.
To balance things up I sucked and stroked Paul to climax and he added his sperm to Roger’s in my belly. They cleaned me up for the most part with their fingers, slipping them into my swollen, sore cunny and feeding their spunk and pussy juice cocktail to my mouth. They spent a long time, taking it in turns, to kiss me better.
It was nine thirty. I’d been having great sex with two of my dream men for well over an hour but the dance ended in thirty minutes and I couldn’t go home in the state I was in. We dressed hurriedly. I put my bra and panties into my bag and Paul scouted ahead while Roger guided me back to the gym by a different route. With the coast clear I scooted into the girls showers and did my best to make myself respectable. Hair only slightly disheveled, face a healthy, I’ve been energetically dancing all night, glow. Bra, panties in position and a rolled up tissue in my sore pussy to soak up anything my boys had missed. Not too bad considering. Popping one of the Sharp’s Extra Strong mints, that Paul had offered, in my mouth I opened the door a crack. Paul signalled all was clear and led me back to the dance for the last waltz while Roger looked on happily.
They walked me home the long way. We stopped for Roger to remove my ‘tampon’ by a rubbish bin and again in a little alleyway to say goodnight, very improperly up against somebody’s back garden fence.
As we walked up the driveway I saw the lights were on in the lounge and at 10:45pm, fifteen minutes early, I pressed the doorbell so that Mum could meet Roger and Paul, my guardians of the evening.
“Evening Mrs. Gee, home safe, sound and early,” they chirped cheekily, “so, being good boys may we call on Gilly in the morning?” they asked without hesitation.
Thankfully Mum laughed happily.
“Certainly, if Gilly would like?” she looked at me waiting for a response.
“Yes please Mum.”
“What time were you thinking, boys?”
“About 10?” Roger offered.
Mum mulled it over for a second or two.
“Gilly’s looking high on excitement. She probably won’t get to sleep for quite a while. Make it 11.” she suggested.
“10:30? split the difference.” suggested Paul saucily.
“11:00 it is,” Mum repeated, “I really think she needs a good nights sleep. Wouldn’t want her falling asleep on you, would you? Now say goodnight Gilly and don’t be long,” she said stepping back into the hallway and closing the door to, “or you’ll be too tired to be any good to anybody in the morning,” she laughed.
I hugged them one at a time, kissed them, one at a time and fondled both cocks at the same time while they brushed their fingers under the hem of my skirt. I was very quickly very wet again.
“Sleep well Gilly. Thank you for a wonderful evening!” they called quietly as they walked back down the driveway.
“And thank you for looking after me boys, sleep well, see you tomorrow.”
I waved until they were out of sight then closed the door. Time to face the music. Two handsome young men bringing me home and kissing them both goodnight? What must Mum think?
“Looks like they danced you off your feet, Darling,” said my Mother happily, “I suggest you run a warm bath, loads of bubbles and lay back and relax. I’ll bring you up a mug of hot chocolate and with luck you’ll be back down to earth and ready for sleep soon after midnight,” she chuckled.
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