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Her friends believed her when she told them we’d had sex, but I’d never even had her naked.
Until now!
Note:
This was always going to be the final part of this story.
I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get it posted. Some stuff happened.
You might want to read the previous part first, just to regain the context.
Hope you enjoy.
Story:
If the plain old, whitewashed walls of the Village Hall could talk, they’d tell you that they’d never seen anything like it.
My saucy girlfriend had got up on stage and treated me to a mind blowing striptease!
And that wasn’t all.
She’d gone over my knee and let me give her plush young bottom a super sexy spanking.
We both loved it.
It was the greatest afternoon of our lives and we weren’t finished yet…
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Lynne started gathering up her clothes to cover her nakedness.
She paused.
She looked puzzled.
“Steve.
Where are my knickers?”
I laughed, teasingly.
“Steve.
Tell me!
What have you done with my knickers?”
“Oh these.” I held them high, well beyond her reach, “I think I’d better hang on to them for a while.”
“Give them to me.” she jumped up, trying to grab them.
“No.” I leapt down from the stage.
Lynne followed me across the hall – laughing and grasping, as I played “keep away” with her underwear.
Backing my way across the floor.
Holding them out in front of her, teasing her, then snatching them away before she could reach them.
“Come on Steve. Be fair,” she tried to reason with me, “I’ve stripped for you, I’ve let you spank me, now just give me knickers!”
“Make me!” I teased.
I ran away, Lynne’s chased me, her bare boobs bouncing beautifully as she struggled to catch me.
I let her trap me in a corner.
“Come on. Give them to me! Please.” She held out her hand. “It’s only fair.”
“No,” I shook my head, I wasn’t giving in that easily.
“Right, you’ve asked for it!”
She started to hit me, slapping at my arms and against my chest.
It didn’t hurt, but I had to put it to a stop – I was the boy after all!
I blocked her blows.
“What do you think you’re doing!
You’re in for it now!”, I threatened, Just you wait till I catch you.”
They were only playful threats, but they were enough to make Lynne turn tail and run away, giggling and squealing.
Fleeing across the hall.
I couldn’t help but watch her well spanked buttocks, jiggling delightfully as I pursued her.
She dived into a storeroom, hoping to find sanctuary. Closing the door tight behind her, pushing it shut with all her might.
I pushed too.
I was bigger, heavier, stronger and determined to capture the naked girl to take my revenge.
It didn’t take me long to overpower her. I burst into the storeroom.
Lynne surrendered.
“It looks like you’ve caught me again,” she grinned, “just like when we used to play cowboys and indians.
I suppose you’re going to claim me as your squaw.”
“Oh yes, you’re not getting away now!” I pushed her back against the wall. Putting my hands on either side of her face and kissing her hard on the lips.
She returned my kiss holding me tight.
I stepped back for a moment to pull the foam mattresses off the shelf, so we could lie on them, like we had last time,
but this time I was hoping to take things to the next level.
As I reached for the mattress I fell a tug at my trousers.
“Got them!” Lynne cheered triumphantly. She’d pulled her knickers in my pocket and was waving them in the air.
She carried on with her celebrations until she spotted a small white packet that had fallen out of my pocket too.
“What’s that?”
She didn’t give me time answer. “Oooh… are they what I think they are?”
She looked at me suspiciously, biting her lip.
“Are they some of those contra-thingies we learnt about in sex education?”.
I couldn’t deny it.
“Yeah,” I replied seriously, “Contraceptives, rubber johnnies.”
“What?” Lynne was shocked.
“How? Where? When did you get those?”
I gulped, nervously, “That time we went to the pictures. There was a machine in the Gents.”
“You never said anything.”
“Well, of course not. It was only our first date wasn’t it?”
She checked the box.
“Do you know there’s one missing? It says there should be three, but there’s only two in there.”
It was time for a another confession – if only I could find the right words.
“Er, well I er…. used one – just for practice – so I’d know what to do if ever you, er, I mean we… ever decided we wanted to…. well… you know.”
She giggled, smiling naughtily.
“It doesn’t look like I’ll be needing these knickers after all then, does it?”
She dropped them to the floor.
“Really!?
I mean.
I don’t want to force you into it.
I didn’t think you were ready yet.”
“Why ever not?
Of course I’m ready.”
She lay back on the mattress, raised her knees and parted her thighs in invitation.
“I thought you knew.”
That was a surprise!
I’d always tried to be patient, like I thought a gentleman should, but now I just felt like a fool.
“I’m sorry but…” I tried to explain myself, “well you’ve never seemed to want me to even touch you down there,”
I suddenly realised that I was talking to her fanny – I couldn’t take me eyes off it.
I averted my gaze.
“I just thought that you were… well a bit frightened of it all… I mean they say it can be painful, for the girl…you know…the first time.”
My girlfriend sighed, “Oh Steve,” she smiled sweetly, “Of course I wanted you to touch me, but I didn’t want to lead you on because I didn’t want you to give me a baby, did I.?”
“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t ready to go all the way – I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks and, er, you don’t need to worry about it hurting me, because… well, I’ve been practicing too.
Don’t worry it wasn’t with a boy!”
She took a deep breath.
“It’s a secret, right?
You mustn’t say anything to anyone, but Suzanne and me stayed over at Maria’s on her birthday.
We were all in her bedroom talking about girl stuff, okay?
We’d all had a bit to drink, and we were getting kind of squiffy.
Anyway, we had a bottle of Babysham each and we noticed the shape of the neck and we thought… well you know… so we all…. practiced with it.”
“You mean you, er. You all stuck a bottle up your fanny?”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to say it like that do you?”
I closed my eyes in disbelief.
“There’s no need to pull a face!” she scolded. “You boys don’t know how lucky you are. You can just tug yourselves off, can’t you”
I apologised.
“Look, the important thing it is that it’s done with.
Sex isn’t going to hurt me and you’ve got some rubbers so you’re not going to get me pregnant either.
For god’s sake, Steve!
I’m lying here naked with my legs open, asking for it!
What the hell are you waiting for?”
“Oh shit! Yeah. Okay.”
This was it.
I scrambled around, pulling my clothes off, without any of the style or elegance that Lynne had displayed during her striptease.
My cock sprang free.
Hard and ready for action.
There was just one more thing I had to do.
I fumbled frantically at the rubber, struggling to get it out of its packet and onto my dick.
It was more difficult than it had been “in practice” but this was not a drill!
I rolled it on and Lynne giggled at the silly looking sheath with its bulb bobbing around on the end of my knob.
She shuffled towards me.
“Come on, let’s do it!”
We knew nothing of foreplay, but it seemed rude to just stick my cock up her cunt!
I thought I ought to feel her up first.
I knelt between her thighs and stroked my way up them, over her hips and across her belly to fondle her tits. I’d always loved to squeeze them, pinch them, suck them and caress them. They were my own personal theme park, but I wasn’t going spend too much time on them now.
Not this time.
There was an even greater prize on offer.
I abandoned Lynne’s booby delights and placed my hands on either side of her, shifting my body into the “press up” position.
I kissed her lips.
It seemed like the polite thing to do, but now the preliminaries were finally over.
We were ready…
I went for it.
I flexed my hips, expecting my cock to drop down neatly into her slot, but, of course, I missed.
Tried again and missed again.
Prodding around blindly.
It was hopeless, I had no idea, what I was doing.
I was fill embarrassment and frustration, but my girlfriend took control, grabbing my dick and steering to the place where it belonged.
I flexed my hips again. Nudging at her entrance, cautiously slipping between lips.
Penetrating her just a little.
We both held our breath – awestruck at the new and intimate sensation.
I pushed further.
She was tight, but yielding. Her body adjusting to receive my latex clad rod. Accepting it inch by inch, as I rocked back and forth, up and down, deeper and deeper, until she had taken all its length inside her.
Neither of us spoke.
But we understood each other fully, through our sighs and our moans; our grunts and our groans – the ancient language of sex that’s resonated between men and women, throughout the ages.
We concentrated on the task at hand, making sure we “did it properly” and trying to take in myriad new emotions and sensations of our adult coupling.
We had waited for this moment for as long as we could remember, but it was over in an instant.
I was just a horny, inexperienced, boy.
I had no idea of self control and no one had ever told me that I should try to prolong my girlfriend’s pleasure. In fact no one had ever told us boys that girls enjoyed sex at all!
As far as we knew they “just lay back and thought of England.”
So, I came quickly.
Jerking and spasming and putting an end to our years of virginity as I released my load inside her.
———————
We lay by side for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, not knowing what to say.
It was Lynne that broke the silence.
She giggled, “Well, I can stop lying to the girls about us having sex now!”
It wasn’t a very funny line, but it was enough to break the ice.
We laughed and kissed and hugged together, telling eachother that it had been great and that we truly loved one another.
We both allowed our hands to roam freely and while Lynne toyed with my cock to get it hard again
My own fingers ventured between her legs. I’d barely had time to touch her fanny before I’d fucked her and I was eager to explore.
I discovered the moist lips, the smooth slot and then (by accident) the “oh so sensitive” nub.
Lynne gasped.
“Yes.
There.
That’s it.
Oh yes.
Gently.
Keep going.
Yes.
Go around it.
Over it.
Softly.
Tease me.”
She was obviously loving it.
Gasping and panting and squirming as I followed her instructions, taking my time, enjoying her reactions.
“Oh my God.
It feels so good.
Steve!
Oh yeah.
Yeah!
Fuck me.
Fuck me now!”
She took control and played her clit with her own fingers whilst I panicked, rapidly searching for another rubber and struggling to put it on in my excitement.
I got it on.
Time to screw her again l.
I knelt up between her legs once more, making sure I had a good view of my target this time and pushing my cock up there without delay.
She pushed back urgently.
Still rubbing her clit.
“Do me!
Harder.
Faster.
Faster.
I want it!”
I did as I was told.
Grasping her by the hips.
Pulling her towards me to meet my manly thrusts as I drove my member into her with all my might.
I was lasting longer this time, but Lynn was nearing her peak.
Stimulated like never before, with her fingers playing her clit and my cock pummeling her pussy.
Both of us desperately striving to achieve the highest peak of teenage ecstasy.
She came first.
Screaming and spasming as her orgasm hit.
Clamping my cock deep inside her and triggering my own blissful release.
Sharing the juices of climax in celebration of our carnal union.
————
Bloody hell!
So that’s what sex was all about.
No wonder everybody made such a big deal of it!
We lay there in the afterglow.
Luxuriating in our lovemaking.
Oblivious to the dour surroundings of a musty stockroom and the discomfort of a simple foam mattress in a plain old Village Hall.
Lynne was the first to come back down to earth.
“Steve?
Do you think we could go to cinema tonight?”
“Why?”
I propped myself up on one elbow, puzzled.
“What’s on?”
“I don’t care.
I just want you get more rubbers out of their machine.
I hope they’ve got lots.
We’re gonna need them!”
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