Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

She paused, and might have nodded her blonde head again; I could not see from where I was. “In any case, that cooled me down until about halfway through the next lesson, so I was raring to go again when the last lesson of the day came along, which was P.E. Honestly, I didn’t think I was into girls, but all of that bare flesh in the changing room nearly drove me wild. I am so glad our games uniforms don’t show up moisture well, because my crotch was sopping after an hour-and-a-half of watching them bending over their hockey sticks, shorts riding up to show their camel-toes and their butts waving at me. My mind was full of images of them doing the same, but without those inconvenient clothes, or any nasty hair.” Her hand reached out and touched my own bald groin.

“At the end of the lesson – the end of the day – I changed slowly, and got in the shower late. If I had seen them all naked, I think my senses would have overloaded and I would have come right there. Just the last few was enough that I couldn’t resist touching myself. I stayed in there as I heard them all leave, letting the water slide down my body, and rubbing my clit.

“I was well on the way when I realized someone was still there, at the edge of the showers. Mr Adams was watching me, and he could see that I was masturbating. Except I didn’t want to stop, so I carried on. I kept expecting him to interrupt me, but he kept watching. I started playing up to it, giving him a show, moaning louder than I needed to, and that just got me even hotter. He had to be enjoying me getting off, and that meant he was getting aroused by me. So I invited him in.”

“Wow. What did you do?”
“I just said, ‘I see you there, Mr Adams. Do you like what you see? Why don’t you come and finish me off?’ He seemed uncertain, so I tried again. ‘Come on in. There’s nobody else around. I won’t bite… unless you want me to.’ He hesitated a few seconds longer, and then waded right in. My back was to him at that point, but I heard him splashing toward me. He reached round with those big arms of his, placed one on my belly, and the other on my pussy, and his fingers felt so good that I just surrendered to him. They are all callused, so he has much more friction than I do, but even aside from that, just the fact that it was someone else touching me was a real thrill.

“I leaned backward and rested my back against his chest for a while, letting him rub and caress me. I wanted more though, so I reached back and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. I didn’t want to move too much and dislodge his fantastic fingers, but the prospect of the next stage was really enticing me, so I yanked downwards and his shorts and underwear dropped. The feeling of his meat springing out and pressing against my spine was so intriguing, I just had to turn around and get a look.

“Was it big?” I asked, trying to imagine the burly PE teacher unclothed.

Kirsty nodded, smiling widely, eyes huge and glistening. “Oh yeah. I think I even gasped when I saw it. Then he lifted me up bodily, pushed me against the tiled wall, and planted me down onto the end of his shaft. The feeling of it sliding in, spreading my pussy wide was just… wow. Just wow.

“And say what you like about him, he’s properly strong. I think he spends a lot of time in the school gym outside class-times. My feet weren’t even touching the floor, so I wrapped them around his waist and started moving my hips. I tried to help, but he really did most of the work. He just grabbed my bum and his powerful arms raised and lowered me, while his hips jackhammered. I don’t know anyone our age who could have kept that kind of exertion up, but he kept going for minute after minute, while I encouraged him, telling him to fuck me, fill my cunt, and how great it felt. He really seemed to like that, and he panted along too, telling me how fine and tight I was, how fucking sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to fill me with his jizz.

“’Do it!’ I said. ‘Spunk inside me!’ And he did. He planted his lips on mine and stuck his tongue down my throat, then I felt his knob pulsing, and I knew he was cumming. It was so hot that I came too, right then. Oh God, that was fucking brilliant.”
Her story had seriously aroused me, and I could tell that she was feeling it too. Both of us knew that we were ready to go again, but first I wanted to clear up one thing. “This was all in the showers, right? So didn’t his semen wash off? Why was it that I could still taste it?”

“Oh, it did. What you tasted wasn’t that ejaculation, it was the next one. We got out of the shower, towelled each other off, and I started to put my clothes back on. I was just bending over to get something from my bag, when I felt him behind me. ‘I can’t resist you,’ he said, ‘and I don’t know when I am going to get another opportunity like this.’ Then he lifted me up onto the bench, got me on my hands and knees, and slid into me from behind!

“He rode me like a horse, pounding his dick into me, his balls slapping against my clit… Oh God, Rachel, yes, right there…” As she talked, I had seen her getting aroused at the memory, and taken it upon myself to lick her across the line. The thought of the P.E. teacher’s shrivelled ball-sack impacting her smooth skin over and over again, right on the spot where my tongue was making its assault, should not have excited me anywhere as much as it did.

“I tried to sit up, to get close to him again, but he pushed down on my back, leaving me almost flat on my front on the bench. I suppose he liked the full stretched out view of my nubile teenage curves, with my damp blonde hair waving back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking.

“His hands were all over me, rubbing my pussy lips and arsehole, grabbing my hips, stroking down my sides… Urgh… mauling my tits under my shirt. Ugh, yeah. I was about to cry out at the end – ooohhhh – when he covered my mouth with his palm. I could… Yes, yes! I could smell my fresh pussy juice on his fingers!” She grabbed the back of my head. “And then he, he, OH FUCK Rachel, I’m cumming! I’m cumming again!”

She didn’t need to tell me, I could feel her vagina pulsing and clenching on my lips, pressed up against it, smearing my chin and cheeks with her orgasmic flow. She fell backwards, and lay on her back, her glorious chest heaving like ocean waves. She was silent for a long while.

“And then he spunked, and left me,” she continued. “Just blasted my cervix with his sperm, pulled out, planted a kiss on the back of my neck, took a deep breath with his nose buried in my hair, and he was gone. I was still glowing from my orgasm. I must have lain there for a good 20 minutes in post-coital bliss, my arse in the air, jizz leaking from my labia and cooling in the air, my shirt half-buttoned and bunched under my armpits. If anyone had wandered in, they would have got quite a sight. I almost wish they had: I hear people pay a lot for shots like that of teenage girls like us, and it might have been nice to give someone a gift like that, at no cost to me.” I genuinely could not tell for sure whether she was joking. “Then I realized the time, gathered my stuff and came straight here.”

To Be Continued...