Loading...“I cannot stand Cynthia and her more virginal than you attitude,” announced Amelia, looking over at where the offender was currently flirting with a couple of boys.
“I know what you mean,” grumbled Marie. “The way she acts we’re all sluts because we’re not virgins. Just because we’re not virgins doesn’t mean we’re free and easy. Or that we had any choice in the matter, anyway.”
“True,” concurred Sandra. “However, with Andy as her current boyfriend she’s not going to be virginal much longer, whether she likes it or not. And what did you mean by having any choice in the matter, Marie?”
“I was referring to the way I lost my virginity,” said Marie. “What did you mean about Andy?”
“Let’s just say they don’t call him Handy Mann for nothing. He’s the sort of person who won’t give you much choice about when you have your cherry popped. I know from experience with his family,” said Sandra with a grin.
“Well my first was sort of by choice,” said Amelia, but it sounds as though you two were molested, to put it politely. How about you, Jan?”
“Bit hard to say for mine. I’ll tell you about it sometime. And what does sort of by choice mean?”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll explain all the sordid little details of my losing mine if you lot are willing to do likewise,” said Amelia.
The four young women looked at each other and giggled.
“That seems fair enough,” said Marie. “I’ll start. I don’t mind talking about how I got done. I’ve always wanted to let someone know.”
The others settled back, watching and listening as Marie cast her mind back.
“It was the summer after I turned eighteen,” said Marie. “It happened somewhat like this. It was a hot afternoon and I’d been swimming. . .”
It had been a fun day but it was getting late, the breeze of the water was starting to cool things down and Marie was starting to feel hungry. For some reason the beach hadn’t been over-crowded that day and even those who had come were now dispersing. Marie decided to head back to the holiday house her family was renting.
Gathering up her things, Marie looked around, trying to determine exactly where the house was compared to her current location. She was surprised to notice that the path she needed was some distance down the beach. She’d wandered further afield than she’d realised. She headed in the direction of the path.
Marie was walking part a small clump of trees when she felt the first tug on her hair. She stopped and reached up, thinking that a branch had got caught, and found her mistake when a hand took firm hold of her pony tail and pulled it.
Marie’s head was jerked sharply back and a bang behind her knees found her falling helplessly. She landed flat on her back, the sand cushioning her fall, but slightly winded nonetheless.
She lay there gasping, staring at the man who still had his hand firmly entangled in her hair. He was a largish man, early thirties, in Marie’s estimate. He looked fit and tanned and she was sure she’d seen him on the beach several times during the day. At least one of those times he’d been looking her over and she’d half expected him to approach.
It seemed he had finally decided to.
“Call me Jason,” he said. “We’re about to get better acquainted. What’s your name?”
“M-Marie,” she replied, once she was able to get her breath back sufficiently to speak. “What do you think you’re playing at?”
“Well, Marie,” Jason softly purred at her, “I saw you at the beach earlier and it occurred to me that you’ve got the sort of figure a man could really enjoy. So I’m going to enjoy it.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re really quite secluded here. If you manage to scream, anyone who is still around probably won’t hear you over all those damned seagulls squawking, but I’ll hear you and I’d have to shut you up. So don’t scream. Understand?”
Horrified, Marie nodded.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
“What men are always doing to women,” said Jason. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a perfectly natural thing to happen.”
Natural or not, Marie wasn’t going to let him have his way without a struggle. It took her seconds to find out that actually, she was. With his hand tangled in her hair and holding her head firmly down there was no way that she could effectively struggle. She was restricted, in effect, to waving her arms and legs about, and achieved a fat lot of nothing.
Marie swore indignantly as Jason laughed at her efforts. He was still laughing as he pushed her bikini bottom down, hooking onto it with one foot and continuing to push it down to her ankles.
Jason kept his leg pressed firmly between Marie’s, even while pushing her bikini bra up, freeing her breasts.
“Don’t worry, Marie,” Jason said. “I’m not just going to leap on you and rape you. I’m just going to get better acquainted with this lovely body of yours.”
Jason’s hand closed firmly over one white, pink tipped breast. He laughed as Marie twisted helplessly under his touch. He gently massaged the breast, rubbing the nipple erotically, before transferring his attention to the other breast.
It wasn’t long and Marie could feel both breasts throbbing, her nipples taut and expectant. What was worse, she was enjoying the feel of her breasts being teased. She hadn’t realised just how sensitive they were to someone else’s touch.
Marie almost screamed when Jason bent down and took a nipple between his teeth. She squirmed helplessly, feeling his hot breath against her and his tongue tantalising her nipple. She gasped as he trailed his mouth across to her other breast, laving the nipple with his affection.
She was breathing hard when Jason finally lifted his head. He looked down at her flushed face, and she could see he was laughing at her.
“You see,” he teased. “It’s harmless and gives you such nice feelings, doesn’t it? It gets better.”
Jason’s hand rested once more on her breast, gently cupping it.
“Now just feel what my hand does,” he murmured.
Jason’s hand slipped off her breast and started moving slowly down her body. Marie knew immediately where it was headed and tried to twist aside, uselessly, as she’d expected. She lay there, feeling Jason’s hand moving steadily closer to her sensitive mound. She cursed at him, finding this as effective as her struggles.
The hand continued its journey. Fingertips lightly traced their way over her tummy, leaving curling sensations in their wake. And her vagina was waking up. She could feel her pussy tensing slightly in expectation of a foreign touch. Marie cursed even louder when she found she was waiting, curious to know what it felt like to be touched there.
Jason’s hand massaged gently across her mons, causing Marie to give a squeak of protest, followed by a gasp as his hand closed over her mound, squeezing it. Little spasms of excitement zipped through her, her mound reacting and trying to move into the touch.
“Told you,” said Jason. “Quite harmless and a little exciting, isn’t it. I can tell from the way you’re moving that you like my touch, however reluctantly. You’re actually having fun. Even your helplessness is exciting you.”
As much as she’d like to deny it, Marie had to admit it was true. The fact that she was helpless and Jason was touching her as he wanted was exciting. If he’d been trying to rape her it would have been terrifying, but he wasn’t. He was just touching.
And touching was what Jason continued to do. His fingers moved over her, into her, touching, squeezing, massaging. Marie could feel a fire burning deep inside her, the moisture rising within her just fuel for the fire.
Marie continued her protests, knowing they didn’t sound sincere even to herself. She making them purely for forms sake, and her body was enjoying his touch. She rather suspected that if he kept on touching and probing her like that she just might climax, which would really be embarrassing.
Jason finally released her pussy, withdrawing his hand and adjusting his position slightly. The relief (or disappointment) that Marie might have found at this was suddenly lost as another fact was drawn to her attention.
Marie hadn’t actually noticed that Jason was naked. She had been too concerned at what he was doing to her to pay any attention to his body. But now that he had moved his hands and turned over slightly she was acutely aware that Jason was male, and excited. Glancing down she looked with horror at the erection pressing against her.
(“I’ll tell you right now, girls, I was petrified with fright. In hindsight, his cock was probably somewhere between six and seven inches erect, but to my eyes he looked as though he had twelve to fourteen inches there. And I’d have sworn that it was thicker than his damn arms.”)
“Wh-what are you doing?” Marie whispered out of a suddenly dry mouth. “You said you weren’t going to rape me.”
“Actually, I said I wasn’t going to leap on you and rape you. And I haven’t. I’ve taken it nice and slowly and you’ll find that it all comes together now in a nice smooth manner.”
From Jason’s point of view, that was probably how things went. Forcing Marie’s legs further apart, he eased between them, his erection pressing firmly against her. Then he pushed forward.
Marie’s arms were free and she did her best to hit Jason. He didn’t, she realised with some chagrin, even seem to notice that she was hitting him. She on the other hand, could tell exactly what he was doing.
That bloody great cock she’d seen was forcing its way into her. She’d felt a flash of pain, gone before it fully registered, and nearly wept, knowing her virginity was lost. And that damn great cock was still coming. It was sliding easily down her wet passage, forcing her to yield and let him enter, heading towards the source of that burning deep within her, apparently wanting to feel the fire.
Helpless, Marie could only lie there, letting it come. It didn’t hurt, she had to admit. If pressed, she would have to admit she enjoyed the feel of Jason sliding within her. She was a woman, and a man was taking her and enjoying her. Despite herself, she felt a little glow that a man found her sexually appealing.
Marie heard Jason groan as he gave one last push, grinding his groin hard against her. He was, she knew, fully inside her, and she was slightly surprised that she could take him so easily. He couldn’t have been as large as she’d feared. But what was she supposed to do now? She only had the vague idea that they were supposed to move together. She waited.
Jason didn’t. He was where he wanted to be and he knew just what he wanted to do. Now that Marie had taken him into her he should be able to repeat the journey more easily. The only way to find out was to try.
Slightly surprised, Marie felt Jason pulling back out of her. Was that it? No, she found, when Jason stopped and drove back into her, this time moving a lot faster than his initial entry. Then he was withdrawing again, and this time Marie was prepared for his sudden halt and return.
Marie lay there, feeling Jason pushing repeatedly into her. She was feeling very strange down there, odd urges flowing through her. She started to move in time to Jason’s thrusting, finding it both easier to take and more pleasurable.
Her response, it appeared, was all that Jason had been waiting for. As soon as Marie began meeting his thrusting cock he redoubled his efforts. Marie found herself squealing, her hips bouncing frantically as she tried to keep up with Jason.
She cursed him in her excitement, relishing the feeling flowing through her and appalled at herself for enjoying it. The shame of going with Jason, meeting him halfway or better, did not stop her enjoyment of the wild sexual activity. She thrust herself unrelentingly up at Jason, taking him deep within her, stoking the fires, the pleasure and the excitement.
When Jason was ready to finish, so was Marie. A change of rhythm warned her that his time was near and she redoubled her efforts. She screamed as she felt him release his seed, the hot liquid seeming to flood through her. She screamed again as the hot splash triggered her own climax and she found herself contracting tightly around Jason, holding him firmly within her while she absorbed his seed.
She must have blacked out for a moment, Marie later assumed. When she came fully to her senses again she was alone, lying naked on the sand, Jason long gone.
“All I could do was put my bikini back on and head on home,” she told the girls. “I’ve never actually told anyone about this before.”
The four young women were quiet for a moment. Then Jan spoke up.
“Let me tell you about my first,” she said. “I was eighteen and still at school. Now you know I’m not the smartest girl in the group. I know it as well, and it doesn’t bother me. You know how I used to worry when exams were due and how I’d always try to avoid them?”
The other girls laughed. They all knew of some of the stunts that Jan had pulled to avoid exams.
“Well, Mr Jenkins took advantage of that fact, and that’s how I lost mine.”
“By Mr Jenkins, you mean our Social Studies teacher, Mr Jenkins. Young, handsome, chased by all the girls, with none of them catching him. That Mr Jenkins?”
“That’s the man. And if I’m evidence, I’d say that while the girls may not have caught him, he probably caught a number of them.”
“Well, don’t just stand there. Give us the details.”
“But the whole thing is so embarrassing. I can’t believe how dumb and gullible I was. Mind you, I was feeling guilty of dodging an exam and his suggestions on how to get the appropriate credit seemed reasonable. What happened was . . .”
There was to be an exam that morning, so Jan managed to make herself late to school. Very late. By the time she arrived that particular class was over and she had, most unfortunately, missed the exam. She was smirking when she finally arrived in class.
“Wait a moment,” broke in Sandra. “What exam are you talking about?”
Jan flushed. “It was the sex education pop quiz that had been scheduled. I decided to skip it.”
“But that was just a pop quiz and it was nothing. I don’t think anyone failed it, or could have failed it.”
“It was an exam,” flashed Jan. “You know I hated them. I didn’t distinguish between easy and hard exams. I hated them all, so I skipped it. Who’s telling this, anyway?”
“Sorry,” said Sandra. “Continue.”
“Anyway, at lunch time Mr Jenkins came up to me and told me off for deliberately missing the exam. Then he said he wanted to see me in his office after school to discuss the matter.
I didn’t think anything of it. I mean, Mr Jenkins was a nice teacher. Not like one of the ones who keep trying to look up your dress and down you blouse. So after school I fronted up to his office. . .”
Jan had to wait for a while until Mr Jenkins was ready to see her. Eventually he called her in, instructing her to close the door behind her.
“I am rather disappointed in you Jan,” Mr Jenkins started. “You deliberately missed the test this morning and don’t bother me with any excuses you may have. We both know it was deliberate.
The silly thing about it is that it was just the end of term test on Sex Education. I’m quite sure that even you would have passed it quite easily, despite your fear of tests. We do make allowances for that when marking them, you know.”
Jan just hung her head, trying to look sorry but quite relieved that she’d skipped the test. And if they tried to reschedule it for her she’d skip that as well, she thought rebelliously.
“It seems to me that we have three options going forward from here. First, we can have you sit the test by yourself or with anyone else in the other classes who might miss it. I strongly suspect that if we did arrange for you to re-sit, you’d come down with the twenty-four hour bubonic plague and miss it.”
“Um, Jan, sorry to interrupt, but didn’t you produce a doctor’s certificate saying you missed a history test because you had the twenty-four hour bubonic plague?”
“Shut up. I didn’t know he’d made the thing up. I saved it for another time, was all. Where was I? Oh, yes. . .”
“The second option would be to just mark you as failed for the subject. Unfortunately, your marks are so border-line that an extra failure could find you being held back for a year.”
Jan groaned. She really didn’t need to be held back a year.
“What’s the third option?” she asked.
“I think I’d better get Mrs Roberts to discuss that one with you. Far more appropriate than me discussing it. She can then give you a pass/fail and let me know.”
“Oh, god, no,” gasped Jan. “Mrs Roberts hates me. She calls me the stereotypical dumb blonde and she’d just love to fail me. Can’t you explain it to me?”
“Explain it, yes, but it wouldn’t be advisable for me to conduct the test,” said Mr Jenkins with a rueful smile. “It has been noticed that you are very good with practical work, such as art and home economics. Explaining things in writing and answering written questions is what appears to throw you in a loop.
I thought that it would be possible to give you a practical test on Sex Education to see if you really understand the subject. As you can guess, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you by conducting such a test myself.” “I can do that? Take a practical test? I do know the answers. It’s just that I go blank when I have to write them down.”
“You can do that. Like I said, I can arrange a test with Mrs Roberts.”
“But she hates me,” wailed Jan. “Why can’t you conduct the test? I know all the answers and I won’t be embarrassed, honest.”
“Maybe not, but I might be,” muttered Mr Jenkins, just loud enough for Jan to hear.
“I don’t think you’ve quite got the idea,” continued Mr Jenkins. “A practical test is very much a hands on test. I’ll give you one chance at doing it. If you want to refuse just say so and I’ll pass the whole thing on to Mrs Roberts.
To start with, you’ll need to take of your blouse and bra.”
“Why?” asked Jan, surprised.
“Practical work,” said Mr Jenkins, sighing. “You’re going to have to identify all parts of the breast for me. This is why I suggested Mrs Roberts.”
“No, no, that’s fine,” said Jan, hurriedly undoing her blouse. So what if he saw her boobs. He was one teacher who everyone said was safe.
Struggling to keep a straight face, Mr Jenkins had Jan touch and identify each part of her breast. He nodded in approval at her answers.
“You appear to know your answers,” he said. He got out of his chair and moved around to stand next to Jan. “Now, if I stroke your nipples like this, they become erect. When do nipples normally become erect.”
“From cold, from sexual excitement or during breast feeding,” Jan said blushing.
“I see. So why are your nipples erect right now?”
Jan’s blush deepened. “That would be sexual excitement,” she admitted. “You’re male and you touched my nipples and they reacted.”
“Very good. Now are you sure you want to go on with this test, as it becomes a lot more personal now?”
Jan did. She was gaining in confidence, knowing that she’d answered all questions correctly.
“Well, just call a halt if you get concerned about any aspect of the test. We’ll now review male genitalia. Undo my zip and identify all components of the male genitalia.”
Jan swallowed. “Oh my god,” she thought. She knew the answers but she’d never actually had any hands on experience. It seemed that was about to change.
Blushing, she unzipped and extracted the equipment located therein. Again she was pleased to find she knew all the answers, although she was rather startled to find Mr Jenkins cock swelling under her hand as she named the various parts.
“Correct again,” she was told. “Now why has my penis swollen the way it has?”
“My touching it has caused an erection,” Jan answered, feeling rather flattered that his erection had sprung up like that from her touch.
“Very good. Now the final part of the exam. Why don’t you slide down your panties and bend over the desk. You can then identify the various items I touch.”
Swallowing hard, Jan reached up her dressed and pulled down her panties. She could feel herself getting warm and wet, knowing that she was going to be showing off her pussy to a man. One with an erection yet.
Then the touching started. Jan hastily named where Mr Jenkins was touching, wanting this part of the test over. When he spread her lips and slipped a finger inside her she gasped. Again he started touching and querying.
“A few final questions,” she was told. “Your internal flesh is quite wet. Why would that be?”
“Sexual excitement, brought about by you touching me there,” she mumbled.
“Very good. Now, I note that your hymen is intact. What does this mean?”
“I’m still a virgin,” came the whispered reply.
“Excellent. One last question. How does the hymen get broken?”
“When a man presses his erection against it?”
“Like this you mean?”
Jan froze as she felt her lips being moved apart and a large cock being inserted.
“Um, sir, I don’t think you should be doing that,” she mumbled.
The pressure increased. She gave a squeal as she felt the pain, her hymen yielding to the steady thrust.
“Bit late to stop now,” Mr Jenkins told her. “Consider this a part of the practical test. See how well you can do.”
Jan was gasping slightly, feeling what seemed, to her, to be a very large cock sliding up into her. She could feel her passage stretching and yielding, giving way to the steady encroachment of Mr Jenkins weapon of war.
His hands slid around and caught hold of her breasts. Before she could say anything Jan felt Mr Jenkins give a firm thrust and he had scored, fully home.
“OK, Jan. Move with me and we’ll see if you can earn some extra credits with this little exam,” murmured Mr Jenkins, and with that he pulled back and drove forcefully forward once more.
Jan gave a squeak as she felt Mr Jenkins plunging back into her. “Practical work,” she thought muzzily. “I’m good at practical work.”
Jan waited a few moments, unconsciously timing the way Mr Jenkins was driving into her. Then she started moving with him, timing his drives and pushing urgently up to meet them.
Hands were squeezing her breasts in time to the driving of the cock within her, while thumbs were rolling her nipples around, teasing them. Jan could feel exciting tremors spreading out from her pussy and her breasts, clamouring for her attention, driving her to writhe under the cock what was pounding into her.
It seemed to go on forever. Jan was gasping and muttering to herself, not certain what she was saying but knowing she was wanting Mr Jenkins to continue with his exam, to make her really work to earn her marks.
She was pressing frantically back against him, her bottom bobbing. She squealed when a hand released her breast and spanked her bottom.
“This is what happens when naughty girls dodge their tests,” came a stern voice, and now the hand was spanking her bottom in time to the thrusting of the cock.
Jan squealed, knowing that when she pushed back against Mr Jenkins, she was also offering her bottom for a spank, but unable to stop her herself. She had to keep riding him. Her body would allow no interruption to its pleasure.
The spanking suddenly stopped and Mr Jenkins was holding her hips in both hands. Jan squealed again, sensing what was coming. With a grunt, Mr Jenkins seemed to redouble the effort with which he was driving into her, hitting her hard and fast.
Jan was stunned when her climax hit her, unable to work out what was happening. The whole world seemed to dissolve into feeling and she was vaguely aware of Mr Jenkins spilling his seed inside her.
“When I got my senses back, Mr Jenkins was just sitting relaxed behind his desk. He told me that he’d arrange for me to get an A+ for my Sex Ed. course. I was actually grateful to him for letting me do a practical exam.”
The other girls stared at Jan, not trying to hide their mirth.
“I wonder if he tried that on any other girls?” mused Marie. “You’d think we’d have heard.”
“I can’t believe you fell for a sex education practical exam. Whoever heard of such a thing?”
“I said I was gullible,” pointed out Jan. “It was a hell of a good first time though. How about you, Amelia, with your sort of by choice?”
“Mine wasn’t anything like what either of you went through. It was quite tame and disappointing really. I’d been going out with my current boyfriend for several months when it happened. We’d already started doing a fair bit of heavy petting and we both knew it was going to happen.
One day I was home alone and Peter dropped past. We were sitting on the rug, listening to music, kissing and letting our hands wander. I didn’t need much encouragement to lose my panties and Peter was fingering me while I was slowly stroking his erection.
What happened was the Peter suddenly rolled over on top of me and his cock just went straight in, all the way with that single movement. I didn’t feel a twinge from my hymen. I suspect all the petting had already broken it at some stage.
I have no idea who was more surprised to find that Peter had pronged me, me or him. It sort of took us both by surprise.
The trouble was that Peter was so surprised that he blew his load almost before he was in me. What you might say was a speed record for a first time and I didn’t get a chance to climax.
Needless to say I was not pleased. I told him that he’d have to do a lot better than that in future. He just laughed at me and said that the future is upon us. Then he petted me some more and after a while we tried again.
Much better the second time, but the first? A bit of a disappointment. As I said, sort of by choice. We both knew we were going to do it sooner or later. It was just that the sooner took us both by surprise.
Your turn, Sandra. What was your experience?
“Well, my family have known the Mann’s for years. My parents grew up with them. One Sunday we had them over for dinner and a pool party. . .”
“It’s OK, Mum,” said Sandra, smiling. “I’ll clear up and do the dishes. You go and relax by the pool and talk.”
Sandra was still smiling as she watched her mother vanish outside. She’d quite happily do twice as many dishes as long as it kept her body out of the reach of Handy Mann and his incessant groping.
Quickly and efficiently Sandra cleared the table and set to work to do the dishes. Standing at the window she could see the pool, feeling a sense of relief that Andy was actually out there, swimming, rather than hanging around her, groping.
That’s why it came as a particularly unpleasant surprise when a hand closed over her mouth and another hand was lifting her skirt and pushing her panties to one side.
Sandra tried to pull at the hand covering her mouth but it just tightened its grip, while at the same time she felt the hand that had moved her panties aside was pulling her lips apart. She was almost expecting it when she felt something pressing between her lips.
Apart from a muffled squawk, no sound came from Sandra as she felt herself being slowly taken. She did manage to get out one squeak when she felt the pain as her hymen gave before the constant pressure, but apart from that she could only stand and wait as her pussy was slowly invaded.
It seemed to take forever, her standing there, gagged and cornered while whoever it was slowly possessed her. Finally the movement ceased. Whoever it was was now fully inside her.
“Now don’t make any noise,” Sandra heard as the hand was withdrawn from her mouth. “You don’t really want anyone coming in here and catching you screwing me, now do you?”
Slowly turning her head, Sandra looked behind her. Ron Mann, Andy’s father was there. It appeared that Andy came by his groping hands naturally.
“What do you think you’re doing,” hissed Sandra. “Take it out at once, you rotten bastard.”
The only reply she got was a laugh. Ron’s hands settled on her hips and she could feel him starting to withdraw. Furious and relieved she felt him going, and wondered how she was supposed to react to this assault.
The fury remained while the relief fled, driven out by Ron’s cock driving hard back into her.
“No!” Sandra half wailed. “You can’t do this. We’re supposed to be your friends.”
“And you can’t get much more friendly than this,” she was told. “Now relax. It’s already happening so why fight it?”
“What? Relax and enjoy it?” Sandra snarled, writhing a little as his cock continued to beat out a happy tempo against her.
“Why not? I am?” Ron said, pushing his hands up her top to take hold of her breasts.
Startled, Sandra found that her bra was undone. The cock dancing inside her had distracted her to a point where she hadn’t even noticed Ron undoing her bra.
Now Sandra found herself trying to squirm away from the hands holding her breasts and teasing her nipples. The result, to her dismay, was to push her harder against Ron, and she gasped as she found herself thrusting hard up against his cock, just as he drove it in again.
“That was certainly different,” she told herself, and found herself pushing hard against Ron as he prepared to hit her again.
Sandra matched Ron’s movements, half reluctantly and half with anticipation. She didn’t want this but she had to admit it felt better when she pushed to meet him. OK. If pushed she’d admit that it felt good when he thrust into her like that. Oh god, she thought. I’m actually enjoying this.
Sandra could feel Ron hitting her harder and harder, squeezing and massaging her breasts at the same time. She was gasping, feeling her bottom bobbing up against Ron as he drove into her, taking her pleasure from the erotic movements within her.
Everything was getting faster and hazier. Sandra was conscious of the cock in her, pulsing, gone and then back again, retreating and then advancing with a rush while she ran to meet it. Her breathing was harsh, gasping with effort as she thrust herself hard back, wanting, needing this.
Something came sweeping over her and Sandra bit her lip in her effort not to scream. She was shuddering, her pussy wrapped tightly around Ron, holding him tight while he throbbed within her, letting loose his seed inside her.
Vaguely, Sandra was aware of Ron withdrawing, straightening her panties and then leaving the kitchen, whistling. She stayed where she was for a few moments before resuming washing the dishes.
“That, my friends, is one of the reasons I’ve never dated Andy. I strongly suspect that, like his father, he won’t exactly ask permission before he has his fun.”
“Did you ever tell your parents about what Andy’s father did?” asked Marie.
“No. I just made sure that he never had a chance to get behind me again. Mind you, it was quite an experience. I won’t say I’m glad it happened, but it was definitely worth remembering.”
“So,” said Amelia. “Does anyone want to place bets on whether Handy Mann jumps Cynthia or just on when?”
“Now really, that wouldn’t be nice,” Marie said. “No, the correct thing to do would be to warn Cynthia of his probable intentions. Andy just took her walking and they disappeared into those bushes over there.”
The girls looked towards the bushes. Drifting through the air came the sound of a squeal, abruptly cut off.
“You’re right,” said Sandra with a smirk. “We should warn the poor girl. Why don’t we walk slowly over there and make sure she’s all right?”