Perhaps the man was actually following Sheri? That would explain why he was outside the house, but he had clearly followed us to the pub that day. Vicky and I had been alone, Sheri had not been anywhere near us.
The only person who wanted to know where I was recently was Naomi. She’d been in touch trying to arrange a meeting, and I had either ignored her or told her I was busy. She’d love to know where I was spending the summer, but she thought I was in London and would start looking for me there. Besides, if she knew where I was living, she wouldn’t need this man to keep watching out for me.
I considered going out and confronting the man. He clearly wasn’t a professional judging by his poor attempts to follow me so far and I suspected he would crumble under some basic interrogation and a few physical threats. I had no qualms with breaking a few ethical guidelines if I really had to. I generally tried to avoid violence for the most part, but if someone was following me and refused to back the hell away then I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.
All thoughts of confronting the stranger disappeared when I got out of the car and looked at Vicky. She looked so beautiful. Her skirt was creased and crumpled where I had pulled it up to her waist and her hair was slightly disheveled from my fingers running through it as I gripped the back of her head and came in her mouth.
If she had a little more confidence I would never have known she was a virgin in the first place. That first night with her had been incredible and she fucked me like a pro. There was no nervousness or trepidation when she finally succumbed to her desires. She must have spent years ignoring them before we finally had sex and then she kept pushing me away until finally she couldn’t handle it any longer. The wait had driven me crazy, but there was no denying she was worth it.
We walked to the door where there was a large box waiting for us on the doorstep. I bent down and picked it up.
“It’s for you,” I said, handing her the package.
“Oh really? I wasn’t expecting...” she trailed off.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing, just some shoes. I’d forgotten I ordered them.”
She hunted around in her purse for her keys until I grabbed the purse from her and found them myself. It was taking too long “If I didn’t know you wanted this is much as me, I’d think you were just trying to draw this out.”
“Just open the door,” she replied. “I’d rather people didn’t see us together like this.”
She was being paranoid. It was hard enough to spot us up her long driveway anyway—unless someone was spying from an illegally parked car I suppose—but anyone who could see us would just assume we were coming home from a day out.
I pushed the door open and dragged her inside. I went to push her up against the wall, but she seemed more concerned with protecting the package in her hand.
“Just let me take this upstairs,” she said.
“Later,” I growled. “I want to fuck you right here, right now. We’re not even going to your bedroom. I’m going to fuck you on the dining room table right where your daddy eats dinner.”
“Just let me take this package upstairs.”
I grabbed the package out of her hand. “What the hell is so important about the shoes?” I grabbed her keys and used one of them to rip open the seal on the box.
“No, don’t,” she yelled.
I pulled out some bubble wrap and then took out the box that was inside the larger package.
“Holy crap, I wasn’t expecting this.” I laughed as I examined the seven inch ribbed vibrator Vicky had bought from one of the major sex shops in the U.K. It was quite the impressive specimen and wasn’t too far off my length, although it was a little thinner than my cock. “You know, this isn’t supposed to go on your feet.”
“Give it back,” she yelled and grabbed the vibrator from me. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”
“I don’t mind,” I said honestly. “I’m all for using toys in the bedroom. I can’t help but notice that you bought one roughly the same size as me. Trying to re-create the experience were you?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” she said, “but yes, that was the idea.”
“It’s a good job I’m not easily threatened then.”
“Maybe you should be,” she said, as her lips turned up into a smile. “This thing has five different vibration settings. Can you vibrate?”
“Go put that thing in your bedroom and hurry back downstairs. We’ll use that later, but right now there’s no time.”
Vicky disappeared and was back downstairs in seconds. Her cardigan and pearl necklace had been left behind in her bedroom, so I immediately opened her blouse and pulled down her bra to reveal her perfect breasts. I squeezed them as I guided her towards the dining room table.
I lifted her up onto the exact spot where she often placed her dad’s food at dinner time and then I sat in the seat he took at the table. I pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled off her panties to find myself looking directly at her perfect snatch.
I could have stared at it for hours but we didn’t have time. I shoved my head between her legs and ate her with a lust and desire I hadn’t had since my first time. She lay back on the table, her blouse open and breasts exposed while I licked her lips and flicked my tongue against her clit to tease her and give her a sample of what was to come.
Every time my tongue went to her clit she grabbed my head and tried to hold it there. I wriggled away and went back to exploring other parts of her folds. I liked to build up the tension until she couldn’t take anymore. I did that last time and she’d come fast and hard in my mouth. I wanted a repeat performance.
My pinky finger teased the inside of her hole until I took it out and pressed it lightly against her asshole. I considered inserting the lubed up finger, but she tensed up and I decided to save that for another day.
Every muscle in her body stiffened when I started sucking lightly on her clit and I knew I had her under my complete control. Gradually, I sucked harder and applied more pressure with my tongue until her legs clasped my body and she spasmed violently before erupting in my face. I kept licking her and burying my face in her cunt until I was covered with her essence.
I stood up and leaned over her body, looking down at her as she lay helpless on the table panting and sweating from the climax that tore through her body. I bent down and kissed her lips. Last time she had made me wipe my face and had seemed grossed out by her fluids on me, but this time she kissed me eagerly and reveled in tasting her pleasure on my mouth.
She was still gasping for breath, so I stopped kissing her and pulled a condom out of my wallet. I’d had it there for weeks. Never before had any single condom threatened to leave a ring mark on the leather of my wallet, but this one nearly did. I’d been waiting to use it with Vicky and now the time had finally arrived.
Vicky scooched up onto her elbows and watched me as I slowly pulled the condom down over my cock.
“It barely fits,” Vicky remarked. She was looking at my cock like how I looked at her pussy. It was animalistic, like she wanted to devour me.
“I think you said something like that the first time I slipped my cock inside you,” I joked.
I lifted her legs slightly and bent her knees back towards her to get a better look at her pussy. It almost looked too good to fuck, but subconsciously my hand took hold of my cock and lightly pressed the head against her opening.
“Hurry,” she moaned. “I’m so wet. Please, take me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed my hips forward and inch by inch I filled her tight hole with my thick cock. I slipped inside her easily and this time there was no grimace of pain when her pussy lips reached the base of my shaft.
Weeks of waiting took over. Weeks of imagining what I would do to her when she finally succumbed to me. I wouldn’t be able to do everything the first time or even the second or third, but I had plans for this girl. Plans that would make this summer the best of our lives.
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br /> I leaned forward on the table, looking down into her eyes as my arms kept her legs in the air and my cock kept plowing into her, harder and harder with each thrust.
“You’re so tight,” I moaned. “I don’t know how I fit inside you.”
“Shut up and keep fucking me.” I’d hardly ever heard her swear and it drove me forward, making me fuck her harder. I’d been with women who talked dirty, but they’d never done it in a posh English accent.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” I groaned, as my balls slapped against her ass.
“I want that pearl necklace you promised me,” she said smiling. Her cute little grin was in stark contrast to the filthy way she was talking to me, and it sent me over the edge.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her wet pussy and rolled the condom off just in time. I angled my cock down towards her chest and shot my load over her. My aim wasn’t quite as good as I promised; the tall table made it hard to angle my spray. My cum crashed against her chest, some landing on those perfect tits, and some on her bra and blouse.
She lay there panting for a few minutes while I took in the view and then she did something that left me stunned. She used her fingers to pick up most of the cum and shove it into her mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Most women just grabbed a towel or something and wiped it off, but Vicky craved my cum. In the end, I half expected her to lick it off her bra and blouse as well.
“I can’t believe how much cum you have,” Vicky said. “I thought the second time you’d have less.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I said. “Now, where else does your father spend a lot of time? He’s treated you like shit and I think it’s time we get our revenge in the best way possible.”
After having sex that day on the dining room table, it was like the floodgates had opened; we couldn’t stop screwing. Caiden insisted on doing it all over the house so my dad wouldn’t be able to sit anywhere we hadn’t had sex.
I’d been a little weirded out by it at first, but it was a perfect way to get back at my dad. He would never know, but I would and Caiden would. This way I didn’t need to yell at him, swear at him, or displease him in any way. It wasn’t complete revenge for all the years he controlled my life, but it was a start and a very pleasurable one at that.
I soon discovered the joys of being fucked from behind. Doggy-style had always looked like a sex position made for the man’s pleasure, but it quickly became my second favourite after being on top, although that one depended on my mood and energy levels. There wasn’t much better than riding Caiden’s cock while rubbing my clit for extra stimulation, but I was usually more than happy to let Caiden takeover and fuck me like an animal.
On the outside, I hadn’t changed much after losing my virginity. My friends didn’t notice any difference initially, but if they saw me now they would know I was not a virgin. I started dressing a little more risqué although the changes were slight, but the real difference was in my attitude. Caiden pointed it out and once he had, I noticed it too. I no longer looked down at my feet all the time and there was a sparkle and fire in my eyes. A few times Caiden joked that he preferred the innocent version of me because he liked corrupting me, but I knew he loved it when I went wild.
Caiden kept wanting to try new things. At first, I said no to ideas like spanking and being too aggressive, but every time we fucked we went a little further—often at my instigation—and I became more eager to experiment. The most memorable session in the six weeks we spent fucking like rabbits had actually been my idea.
Caiden and I had been watching TV when he asked some questions about going to school in England. The show on TV had kids of sixteen and seventeen at college, but they hadn’t been wearing uniforms.
I explained that what we called college was a place you went for two years after finishing school at sixteen. Most of them don’t require a uniform, but public schools, like the one I went to, still made students wear uniforms.
“I always thought it was weird that you could go into a pub in a school uniform,” Caiden said. “It’s weird to think you can be legally allowed to drink and yet still be in school uniform.”
I didn’t find it weird at all, but then I was used to it. I thought the US drinking age of twenty-one was ridiculous and seemed to be a huge infringement on freedom—especially ironic given how much America banged on about that.
Caiden asked lots of questions about school, and I told him how I was one of the quiet ones and got a bit left behind once all the girls started having sex from the age of fourteen onwards.
Most of the girls believed my obvious lack of experience made me ineligible to participate in their conversations. Combine that with me not smoking and therefore having no reason to hang out behind the gymnasium between lessons meant that I never really fit in with most of the girls at school.
“Did they sneak boys in?” Caiden had asked.
“Yes, quite a few of them did. Occasionally I would hear them fooling around with boys, but most of them stuck to getting laid at parties outside of school because the punishment for being caught with a boy was too severe.”
“It’s a shame you don’t have a few more months left at school. You could go back there and be the expert on sex. You could be the one fooling around in your room and telling the girls how to give good head.”
The conversation had drifted off at that point until Caiden asked me if I still had my school uniform. I nodded and before too long we were driving to my old school with my uniform on the backseat. School was closed for the summer, but the gates did not pose much of an obstacle. Caiden boosted me over the top and climbed up after me.
I snuck behind a bush and got changed into the school uniform. Caiden was immediately all over me; his hands going up my skirt and under my blouse. I even put my hair into pigtails for an additional bit of flourish.
“You like the schoolgirl thing then?” I asked.
Caiden nodded. “I saw students in London doing those bar crawls dressed as schoolgirls and schoolboys. That’s not really something we have in the States, because school uniforms are not that common, but I have to admit it drove me a little wild. Seeing you dress like that, well, it’s more than I can handle.”
One by one, we visited all the places I had been left out of because I was considered too much of a goody two-shoes. We went behind the gymnasium where everyone used to smoke as evidenced by all the fag butts on the ground.
Caiden pushed me up against the wall and fumbled at my breasts and fingered me as if we didn’t have much time and might get caught. He even kept looking around although we had the place to ourselves. I came quickly under Caiden’s control, but instead of fucking me he told me to take him to my old dorm room.
“I think the school is locked up,” I said.
“There will still be caretakers even over the summer. Let’s go walk around.”
Sure enough, we eventually saw a janitor walk into the building. We waited a few minutes and then followed him inside. I took Caiden to the dorm room I had shared with two other girls.
“I actually liked the two girls I shared a room with,” I told Caiden. “Although one of them used to masturbate really loudly when she thought we were asleep. Even if I had been asleep, I would’ve woken up at the sound of her moaning while furiously shoving her fingers inside herself.”
Caiden smiled. “I’m sure that must have been tough for little innocent old you.”
“Just because I was a virgin, doesn’t mean I didn’t rub one out as often as everyone else. I was just a little more subtle about it.” I laughed to myself but Caiden noticed and asked me what was so funny. “I can’t believe I just said ‘rub one out.’ I never used to talk like that. I rarely even let thoughts like that go through my mind, let alone speak them out loud.”
“There’s a lot of things you do now that you didn’t use to do. So, who did you hear having sex?”
I pointed to the wall next to my bed. “The girl in the room next door had
a guy in there occasionally. I don’t think the sex was all that exciting; it certainly never lasted for very long, but the girl used to scream like a porn star from beginning to end. I’m pretty sure she was faking it.”
“Probably. Imagine she’s next door now. Pretend she’s lying in bed trying to get to sleep.” Caiden pushed me onto the bed and pulled my panties off, but left the rest of my uniform on including the stockings. I’d never actually worn stockings at school, but it had been a little extra touch like the ponytails.
Caiden’s tongue went to work on my pussy. I had been worried I might become harder to please with time, but if anything the orgasms came quicker and quicker every time Caiden went down on me.
He never seemed to get bored of it or enjoy it any less. I’d assumed the novelty of my taste would have worn off after a while, like when you eat too much of your favourite ice cream and got fed up with it. If Caiden was bored of my taste, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. He used his fingers to open my entrance and stuck his tongue deep inside me.
I screamed loudly to let Caiden know I was close to coming and then even louder as I came. I made more noise than I needed to, but it was all part of the game we were playing and the more noise I made the more excited I got.
It probably seemed a bit silly to anyone else, but revisiting the place I spent so many years listening to girls talk about their sex lives while I remained a virgin held a lot of appeal now that I was getting laid.
Even after I’d come, Caiden wasn’t finished with me yet. “Where’s the headmaster’s office?” he asked.
“Headmistress,” I corrected. “I’m sure it’ll be locked.”
“Just show me the way.”
At first it looked like the office was locked, but the door was just stiff. Caiden gave a firm push against the door and it finally came open. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the headmistress’ desk.
Caiden sat down in her chair and made me sit opposite him. He scolded me for being a naughty girl and for having sexual relations with boys. I played along and decided to act like a slutty schoolgirl who needed punishing.
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