University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

... unfastened, my top lifted and my boobs bared to the night air - or would have been if his hands hadn’t been cupping them and massaging them as the coolness hardened my nipples. Things were moving faster than I was used to but still I felt fairly comfortable. Older, more mature boys would have more experience, wouldn’t they? They would know how far and how fast to take a younger girl. And the feel of his fingertips on my nipples was so much nicer than anything the boys my age had ever done to them! His hands dropped to my buttocks and the cool air immediately brought goose bumps to my boobs. I instinctively pressed myself closer to his body to warm them and felt his hands kneading my buttocks even more firmly than they had my breasts. He pressed my bottom hard, driving my crotch even harder against his left thigh, which he stuck forward a little to fit better between my thighs. It felt amazing and without realising it I began to rub myself up and down his thigh, feeling a new and exciting arousal growing in my groin. Our lips parted and I rested my head on his chest and shoulder, our hands on each others buttocks. He nibbled my ear and I kissed his neck as his fingers kneaded my soft flesh deliciously. His hands rose up to my waist, then down to the crease below my buttocks, then back to my waist again. And then suddenly his hands were inside my leggings, cupping my bare pantyless buttocks, his rough skin on my smooth tender cheeks. This was a step further than I had ...

... expected to go – very few boys had actually touched my bare buttocks - but the growing arousal from my rubbing seemed to have dulled my senses and I began to enjoy the feel of his rough skin on my smooth cheeks. His hands delved deeper and deeper into my leggings, tickling me in the creases below my buttocks and, to my delighted astonishment, along the crack in my bottom. Moments later I felt confident hands rolling my leggings downwards almost to my knees, exposing my buttocks to the night. This was entirely new territory for me but made me feel so daring, so grown up to be in the hands of this gorgeous, romantic boy. I felt coolness around my bare bottom and, to my surprise, a sudden chill between my legs as the cold night air found the large damp patch that my increasingly sensitive vulva had become. Then, before my rapidly readjusting brain could react, I felt a strong, confident hand slip between my thighs, a hot palm pressed against my pubic mound and a long firm finger slid the full length of my slit. Oh my God! A combination of fear, confusion, drunkenness and incredible arousal washed over me. My legs trembled and weakened, parting my thighs a little more. Max must have taken this as an invitation because the next thing I knew, his hand had descended, forcing my thighs further apart and a long, probing finger had slipped deep into my vagina, pressing firmly and slightly painfully upwards as if seeking a hidden prize within. “Oh my God! Oh Dear God!” He was fingering me! ...