One Kiss Too Many (Chapter Eight) - Sex Stories

One Kiss Too Many (Chapter Eight)

... other crude asses. I’d like to knacker them, if they don’t smarten up." "Ya, I know. I don’t always pick the best friends. Are you going for a swim later?" "Yes, soon as I warm up." She was enjoying the warm rays on her jacket and jeans. Randy found this girl strangely attractive. She seemed to be elusive, and unattached to anyone or anything. He wasted no time in seeing if maybe he could make inroads to her. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" "Would I be here with four guys if I did?" she replied. Maybe he was right. Maybe she didn’t like guys. She didn’t have anyone with her when they met. "What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" "Would I be here with those guys if I did?" he replied. "Touché," said Donna. She was getting pretty warm now. She decided to take her jeans off, now that Randy laid sideways at the bottom of her towel, looking right at her. She kneeled, with her back straight, and looked him right in the eye, watching Randy’s face for any reaction. Now Randy was looking at her knees. She wanted to entice him. "I think I’m warmed up now. Time to take off my jeans and work on my tan." She figured if he saw her bare flesh, he might get horny. Donna remembered how much fun it was in gym class, teasing the boys during gymnastics. She would wear a tight, leopard-skin, Speedo-type suit for gym. All the boys would sit on the floor when Donna came out to perform. They loved looking at the bulge her vulva made. She would purposely buy an outfit one size too small, just so ...

... her labia would show. She loved being a prick-teaser. It helped her reclaim some power that was taken from her from being hit on by her stepfathers. And the new gym instructor paid her special attention over all the other girls. He made her stay behind, when everyone else left. He told her if she wanted to be able to do the splits on the balance beam, she would have to learn how to stretch the tendons in her upper thighs. He made her do a tripod stand, lifting one leg straight up over her head, like a ballerina. Then he’d place the palm of his hand on her crotch, telling her that her legs had to be flush with his hand. She liked how he kept his hand there for such a long time, just resting on her bulge. She had such a burning desire to rub on his hand, so she’d rock back and forth, waving her extended leg in the air. He’d press his middle finger hard against her cloth-covered clitoris, pushing down, then easing up, over and over, until she had an orgasm. By the time they were done, her gym suit was wet between her legs. Her instructor wanted so much to lean forward and kiss her pussy. His fingers were wet from her creamy juices. He couldn’t help himself from slipping them under the elasticized leg of her suit. And finger fucking her. "No, no. You can’t have me," she stated pulling his hand away. "From now on, you can only look. No touching." But after that, she knew he wanted her, so she continued teasing him at every opportunity. Often, she’d pull her suit tight around her ...