Blonde and Wet the Complete Story

by Carl East

  Blonde and Wet

  The Complete Story

  Published by Carl East

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  Copyright 2010 - Carl East

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  Chapter 1

  My name is Cherry and I’ve just turned nineteen years of age. My story is unbelievable but true, yet whenever I think back I can’t believe it happened to me. I’d just turned sixteen when I started to notice changes within my own body, like my breasts developing seemingly overnight into a bust any woman would be proud of.

  I was the kind of girl who had boys lining up to ask me out on a date, but I had ambitions of becoming a Doctor and would always put them off with excuses while I studied hard. My mother and father were very proud of me, and the older I got the more I didn’t want to let them down. By the time I was eighteen I’d been accepted into the local college, and that’s where this story really begins.

  I stood at six foot and being naturally blonde I tended to get noticed a lot, but at the same time I realized that I was starting to notice boys for the first time, and I mean really notice them. There was this one guy (Eric was his name) who was slightly taller than me, and whenever we talked together I always seemed to notice the bulge in the front of his pants. Before him I’d never really paid much attention to boys, other than to flirt occasionally with the cutest of them from time to time.

  It was during this time that my body began to do things I’d never experienced before. In hind sight I think it was the sexual awareness that had eluded me in the past catching up on me, because I started to get wet whenever someone touched me. It could be the most innocent of touches, like a guy tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention. I’d turn around and suddenly feel my panties getting damp.

  I started to wonder if this was normal, so I asked my mother for advice. She told me that she’d never experienced what I was going through, and that perhaps I should get our Doctor to check me over. Her thinking was that perhaps my hormones were out of whack, and that I needed some sort of drug to calm them down. I told her I’d see how it goes in the next couple of weeks and that if it became too much of a problem I would take her advice.

  I’m glad I did, because the very next day something was going to happen that I wasn’t ready for but would enjoy immensely. I remember getting my clothes together that day and getting dressed for college. I put on a white pair of cotton panties first and noticed straight away that they’d shrunk a little in the wash. At the time I didn’t think much of it, as they still felt snug and hugged all the right places. I wore a short red skirt and a white blouse and my black shoes, before rushing a piece of toast and saying my goodbyes as I left the house. My first study class that day was a lecture on the human anatomy, and it was going to be given by a young man with whom I’d developed a crush on.

  It was when I sat down in that class that I noticed I was going to have a problem, because as my butt cheeks spread out a little on the seat, my already tight panties seemed to tighten even more and ride up my pussy. I could feel my pussy lips bulging, on either side of my panties, and what made it worse was that I was sitting in the front row wearing a short skirt. With each row of seats higher than the one before it, I must have been in the perfect place for the Teacher to see between my legs.

  I closed my legs at first and just tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but then I noticed if I squirmed just a little the fabric of my panties would rub against my clit and before I could do anything about it I was starting to get wet. I felt a flush in my cheeks and tried to stop what was happening to me, by first opening my legs slightly to try and stop the rubbing. It was then that I noticed the Teacher had caught sight of my predicament, which made things even worse.

  The thought of his eyes looking at the indent of my panties along my pussy line was making me even wetter. Then I remembered getting my panties wet when washing my face in the bathroom at home, and how they became almost translucent with the water. Picture a wet tee-shirt competition and you’ll get the idea. The realization that he could probably see my pussy made me feel so hot that I did something to this day I’m ashamed of. I spread my legs further apart and deliberately slid down the chair a little knowing full well that my panties would ride up even higher.

  It felt like string between my wet lips, and the feelings coursing through my body were almost electric. I started to stare at the teacher’s crotch whenever he would turn around and suddenly realized that he was getting an erection. I could picture his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants, and I so wanted to apologize for the situation I’d placed him in. He turned around less and less after that, choosing to talk with his back to the class as he wrote things on the blackboard. I still had the mental image of his hardened cock throbbing within his pants, and for the first time that day I noticed my nipples had hardened considerably beneath my blouse. I couldn’t believe how wet I was getting, and by now I wasn’t paying any attention to what was being said. When I felt the finger pushing my panties inside of me in an effort to stroke my clit, I was almost convinced it belonged to someone else. When I tentatively looked down I realized that it was my own finger, I’d unconsciously moved my hand between my legs to rub myself.

  By now I was lost in the moment, as nothing around me mattered anymore. I remember thinking how I wanted the teacher to turn around, just to see what I was doing. That thought alone made me quiver with excitement, and suddenly I was pulling my panties to one side and pushing my finger in as deep as it would go. Within seconds my hand felt soaked as the moistness ran over it and then he turned once more and looked directly between my legs. As he did so I came so hard and felt my fingers spreading my lips apart for his pleasure.

  He turned back after that and never looked again, and that’s when the guilt of what I’d done started to catch up with me. I closed my legs and sat up straight noticing that several young guys to either side of me were staring in my direction. ‘Oh my God, had they witnessed everything I’d been doing? I thought, feeling another strong flush in my face cheeks.

  After the Lecture I gathered myself together, and stood to leave.

  “Cherry, Michael and Steve could you stay behind, I need to talk with you all,” said the teacher as we began to walk up the steps.

  I started to panic, wondering if I was going to be expelled. My panties were still soaked and I felt decidedly uncomfortable. By the time the room was emptied I felt like a nervous wreck, I couldn’t have my parents know about what had transpired here because the shame would be too much to bear.

  “Okay people, take a seat…” he started to say.

  “Sir I’m so sorry for my behavior, I don’t know what came over me,” I blurted out.

  “It’s called hormones Cherry, and believe it or not I’ve witnessed it once before. However, hormones aside you still have the ability to stop yourself, as do you gentlemen. Playing with your selves during a lecture for whatever reason is not acceptable,” he said, looking at the two guys.

  The thought that I had given not one but three people a show that day made me feel hot all over again.

  “I’m sorry sir, but Cherry is so hot and what she was doing during class was unbelievable,” said Michael, with Steve nodding in agreement.

  “I realize that, and I sympathize but I won’t tolerate it in the fu
ture, is that understood?”

  We all agreed, and after he told us that this time was just a warning we all gasped a sigh of relief as we turned to leave. Once outside the study hall, the guys asked what the hell I’d been thinking about and for some reason I felt I owed them an explanation. I told them about my recent bout with becoming wet at the slightest touch, and didn’t really notice their intense interest in that part of my story. By the time I’d finished, they were almost thanking me for my performance and that it would be something they remembered for the rest of their lives. After that they asked me what I was doing in my next class and when I would be finished. I told them thinking it was a way for them to get off of the subject at hand and went on my way.

  I had no such trouble in my next class as the professor doing the lecture was in his sixties and not in the slightest bit desirable. When I left that lecture I did what I always did and headed for the locker room where I keep my packed lunch. Once I entered I could hear voices coming from the shower area, and walked in to find Michael, Steve and Eric.

  “What are you three doing in the girls showers? I said, looking at Eric’s gorgeous face as I did so.

  “We wanted to see you about something and Eric here knew your routine,” said Steve with a wry grin.

  “Oh and what would that be?” I replied.

  Without saying anything further they suddenly surrounded me, and Steve, who was behind me, whispered something in my ear.

  “We want to see how wet you can get,” he said softly.

  My body quivered with both fear and excitement at that point, not knowing if they intended me harm or were just looking for a good time. Then they started to touch me very gently, first on the arms, shoulder and neck before running their hands over my breasts and butt. I think they were looking for signs of disapproval before going any further and when I showed none their hands started to wander further. My nipples hardened the instant I felt a finger gliding over the indent of my panties, and suddenly they were undressing me.

  In hindsight I should have stopped what was going on, but there was something so exciting about that moment I just had to go with it, just to see what would happen next. It was when Eric kissed me that I knew I was going to let this go too far. I felt so hot and wet, and the thought of this stud taking me in the shower room was probably the hottest thing I could imagine.

  Pretty soon I was down to just my bra and panties, and the guys began to remove their clothing. The first time I came that day was when Eric removed his pants and then slid down his under wear revealing a nice hard cock. I just knew that they could see a wet patch on my panties, and as I stood there waiting for the last one to remove his clothes I couldn’t help wondering how all of this was going to play out.

  I was pleased when Eric was the first to make a move, as he stood in front of me I couldn’t help but reach out a hand and grasp his hardness. He smiled and then kissed me once again, before slipping his hand into my panties and stroking the moistness beneath. His hardened member throbbed in my hand, and then I felt someone unclasping my bra from behind and discarding it onto the shower floor.

  Eric then used both hands and pushed my wet panties down to my knees, before getting to his knees and pulling them off completely. I stepped out of them, and felt him holding my legs apart, before licking my womanhood while parting the wet lips with two fingers. I could feel my nipples straining to get harder, and then Eric lay on his back and pulled me with him.

  I’d all but forgotten the other two guys, until I felt Eric’s hardness pushing against my moist pussy lips. When he suddenly slid inside me I closed my eyes, and the sensations of that one event sent a tingling feeling from the tip of my toes to the small of my back. I was now sitting astride Eric on my knees as he pushed up repeatedly. The feeling of his meat filling me up was something I would never forget, but what happened next would be hard to equal.

  I felt someone push me forward slightly and looked around to see Steve positioning himself to take me from behind. My first thought was ‘No’ not in my ass, but to my utter amazement he began to probe the area that was already occupied. When he suddenly managed to pop in along side Eric, I came so hard I thought I’d faint. I couldn’t believe that someone could get this wet, yet there I was being fucked by two guys at the same time and wishing it would never end.

  That’s when I noticed Michael for the first time since he’d undressed; he was standing in front of me sliding his cock through his hand as he watched what was happening. Eric then reached up to grip my breasts with both hands, and I loved the sensation of my hardened nipples poking into the palms of his hands. When I looked again Michael was standing much nearer, and I understood what he was after.

  The trouble was I’d never given oral sex before, but with all the lust in that room at that moment I was willing to give anything a try. I ushered him forward, more with my eyes than with anything else and as he stepped nearer I opened my mouth. The feel of his penis sliding between my lips was another sexual experience I would never forget.

  It hard a soft feel to it at first until he pushed it deeper into my mouth, and I began to suck on it. Beneath me Steve was winning the battle of entering me the furthest, but with all the sensations I was experiencing it didn’t matter. I’d already come three times, and with Eric below me pushing up hard I knew I was going to come again.

  I’d gotten into a kind of rhythm with Michael now, and was allowing half of his hardness to penetrate my mouth. What I didn’t know was how close he was to coming, because a few seconds after thinking I could be quite good at this he ejaculated inside my mouth. It tasted salty and not unpleasant, and as he mourned out loud I sucked him harder in an attempt to suck him dry. At that moment both Steve and Eric shouted that they were going to come as well, and I told them not inside me.

  A few seconds later Eric pulled out and was spurting his load onto my belly, followed closely by Steve who shot his onto my back. Everything went silent for a couple of minutes after that, until Michael pointed out that within ten more minutes the bell would ring for the end of the day and we’d need to be out of there.

  Needless to say we all took advantage of the showers after that and was soon dressed and leaving the shower room. They all thanked me for a wonderful time as if I’d done them some sort of favor, and then we all went our separate ways.

  As I walked home I couldn’t get the days events out of my mind, and by the time I reached home my panties were soaked once again. I slept so well that night and had an amazing dream about a stud who took me over and over again; I was rather disappointed to wake up before the end of it.

  Upon waking up though I found that my sheets were soaked, and I had this insatiable urge to fuck. I had to fight it during breakfast, and when my hormones finally started to subside I took a walk out into the garden.

  It was a Saturday that day so there was no school, and I found that all I wanted to do was try to regain a little composure before venturing out to see friends. I sat down on the lounger just outside the back door and began to read a book by my favorite Author. I was wearing a short skirt and midriff tee shirt.

  A few minutes had passed when I spotted a glare coming from the neighbor’s window opposite us. I knew exactly who it was, they had a son who was about my age and I’d caught him spying on us a few times in the past with a pair of binoculars. Until now I would’ve ignored him, thinking just let him have his fun but now after the day before I was having naughty thoughts.

  I quickly went back inside and removed my panties before coming out again with a drink of coke and laying it by the lounger; I then lay back down and pretended to read. I just knew he was still watching me, and with the book covering my face I started to pull my skirt up until I knew he could see my wet pussy. He must have thought I was getting aroused by my book or something, and I knew that by now he’d have his cock in his hand and would be stroking it fiercely. I deliberately ran the tip of my finger through the delicate folds of my womanhood, and even spread the lips a little as
I did so.

  I could only imagine what he was going through, but I was sure he was having a good time. That’s when I heard the son I thought was watching me shout up from the garden to his own room.

  “Dad, what are you doing in my room?”

  For whatever reason, I found that so arousing that a man was actually watching me and I poked my finger deep inside me and started to finger fuck myself. Within seconds I was coming, and I’d never felt so hot by doing the deed myself. Just then I could hear my Mother calling out that she was back from the store, and I quickly straightened myself up and entered the house.