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Fucked In School Uniform Ch. 01

By: mandywilluk2000



mandywilluk 2000

aka

Amanda Williams

As I wallow in my celibate divorced life awaiting the onslaught of middle age, my mind often wanders back to earlier, simpler times. To when I was happily married, to when I had my one big affair when I was unhappily married. It goes back to how I went outside conventional sexuality and dallied with other ladies and if I think hard enough I begin to acknowledge that I am bisexual; certainly that's become the case since Kevin and I parted with me being disillusioned with men.

As I lie naked in my big bed in my unnecessarily luxurious London, Docklands apartment masturbating, more often recently it goes back further and further. To my threesome adventures when I worked in an ad agency that confirmed my attraction to Mandye gender sex and before to my years at university where I found girls. But I wasn't always bisexual, well I may have been but I wasn't aware of it, and my meanderings will sometimes go back to pre bi times, back to when I was eighteen and just finding out about men and sex. 

Before I tell you about those times let me tell you about me now. No, better still read my bio and look at the photo that's hopefully there, Lit takes ages to put those up; you could also read my Lit piece The Mirror, that's me warts and all. 

I have changed since I was eighteen, but twenty six years does that. My hair is not that dissimilar, it's still a rich chestnut colour, ok I help it a little bit, but I am larger all round. Back then I was slim with nicely shaped B cup boobs, and pretty good, slender legs and a pert bum. Now? Oh shit do I have to go there? No. I will just tell you what most men consider to be the good points and when I say there are two of those you will know what I mean. And they are now on a good day D, but in bad times, they balloon to DD, the bastards. I am not by any stretch of the imagination a BBW for I only weigh just over, ok well over one forty pounds; one forty seven to be exact, I just weighed myself for you. 

I know how trying it can be to read a Lit submission that is 4 or 5 Lit pages long, so I have submitted this in two parts, but at the same time. So if you want to read it all, maybe Lit will post both parts at the same time. Who knows?

Ok back to 1984 when I was eighteen and in my last few months at school in Essex, just outside London.

Part 1

During my teens I was a bit of a whiz at tennis. I'd played for both my school and my county and with a little more dedication I could probably have been even better. My coach told me that with a little more dedication I might even be able to get to get into the Wimbledon tournament, but dedication and a teenager finding their way in the grown up world aren't natural bedfellows. So by the time I'd had my cherry plucked, my love affair with tennis was on the wane. I still belonged to a club and played quite a lot, but not with the ambition of improving. After all I'd found men, well I'd found my cherry plucker, and sex. They were much more interesting.

"We've been drawn away to a couple from Colchester" Robert said to me, "I'll drive you down, OK?" Colchester was about fifty miles from where we lived.

"Sure," I replied over my shoulder pretending not to be too keen, but quite fancying the idea of three hours or so in his car with just him and me.

Robert was a thirty something, single guy at the tennis club. Quite a good player and an even better looker, we'd been paired up by the club's match organiser to represent the club in a county mixed doubles knock out tournament.

He was tall, well built and always seemed to have a tan. He was funny and witty and spent quite a lot of time with the junior section, not just the girls but also giving tips and help to the boys as well. Nearly all of the girls, me included, fancied him like hell, but at the dances and parties he always had a cracking looking, sophisticated woman on his arm, who, he is reputed to have told others, "was just a friend, nothing serious.". Although he flirted quite outrageously with us younger girls no one admitted or claimed to have bedded him.

"Fancy a drink Mandy, or wouldn't your mum like that?" he asked looking at me and smiling as we bowled along the A12 in his JAGUAR.

"Sure, I'd love to," I replied ignoring the mum remark.

"You are old enough aren't you; it's so difficult with you young fillies?"

Sort of sitting up straighter in my seat and probably pushing my small chest out a bit I said, rather grandly.

"I am over eighteen you know."

He laughed and glancing across patted me on my knee.

"I know, just joking Mandy, I can tell you are."

I didn't quite know how to take him. He was always joking and taking the piss so you had to be both on your guard and on your toes when with him. I really couldn't tell whether he was sending me up or chatting me up most of the time.

"Are you at school tomorrow?" He asked as we sat in the pretty little bar of the country pub he'd pulled into.

"Yes I am," I said rather snottily wishing he wouldn't keep saying things that accentuated my youth. I was a grown up fucking woman for Christ'a sak.

"And what time do you have to be home on a school day?"

"Oh mum and dad are pretty cool about such things, so around eleven's fine."

He looked at his watch. "Good, we've got ages then, so there's no rush."

We'd won the tennis match love and love and the whole thing was finished in just over half an hour. We'd had a quick cup of tea and a sandwich with our opponents before setting off for home at around seven so it was now just eight o'clock. As he said, plenty of time, I wondered for what and my heart beat a little faster.

I'd had a shower after the match, even though I'd hardly perspired, but hadn't washed my hair for it takes ages to dry. I had worn it in a pony tail when playing, but had piled it on top of my head in what I and thought was a more grown up style after the shower. I'd also put on a clean pair of panties and proper bra rather than the sports one I'd worn whilst playing. I didn't change from the white track suit I'd played in. He was also wearing a white track suit, but other than the tennis shirt I could see, Ihad no idea what he was wearing under it.

"Would you like another?" he asked pointing at the emptied glass that had contained white vermouth and soda, a drink I thought sounded all sophisticated and grown up when I'd asked for it? "Or shall we go and take a slow, lazy drive home," he went pausing before adding. "As you don't have to home until eleven."

As he was saying that his eyes were boring into mine and he had a slight smile on his face. That made me feel slightly nervous, for he was clearly flirting and I knew I was out of my depth.

"Whatever, I don't mind."

"You sure Mandy, you don't mind?"

I laughed to cover my embarrassment. "I'll leave it up to you what we do."

Still with that smile on his face he leaned forward, glanced around at the other drinkers in the small bar, put both hands on my knees, lowered his voice and whispered.

"Mandy, if you leave it to me do you know what we'll do?"

I could hardly breathe let alone talk so I stammered.

"No Robert, no I don't"

"Shall I tell you what I would like to do?"

"Yes, yes please," I croaked lowering my eyes so I escaped from his almost hypnotic gaze.

He paused for a while his gaze running over me as he seemed to be deciding what to say. Then again with that little smile and with his fingers pinching my knees he said.

"I'd like us to get in the car, find somewhere very quiet and isolated and then I'd like to kiss you Mandy."

"Oh God," I couldn't help blurting out in amazement, shock and surprise.

He laughed. "It's not that terrible an idea is it?"

"No, no," I laughed, "you just surprised me that's all," I went on trying desperately hard to appear to be cool about it and give the impression this sort of thing happened to me all the time.

"So the idea's ok then?" he asked cleverly putting me on the spot. "It's just the surprise is it?"

I had no idea how to handle this so I had a sip of my drink, completely forgetting the glass was empty.

Again holding my gaze he said. "So shall we then?"

Trying to be smart I said. "What have a drink or a surprise?"

Leaning even further forward and quite unashamedly peering right down the front of my tracksuit top, he kissed me on the cheek.

"No Mandy neither of those, this," he muttered as his lips found mine.

Jaguars have back seats: big, wide, deep back seats: luxurious, leather back seats: back seats that are big enough to lie out on. And it was on one of those that Robert fucked me. He didn't just fuck me, though; he taught me and educated me. And I loved every single minute of those two and a half hours on the back seat of his Jag.

I was easy, I guess. I put up only a cursory struggle after we'd pulled into a little car park in some woods just off the busy A12. When he leaned across and kissed me, I did say, "Robert you shouldn't." But I knew as his hand so confidently found and so maturely and properly squeezed my breast, my words lacked conviction. He knew it as well for he took not the slightest bit of notice and continued caressing my breast just as if I'd said nothing.

In some ways, no in most if I'm honest, I was pleased he was being so assumptive about me. He obviously thought I was far more experienced than I was for he was treating me so grown up, like a woman, like an adult lover really, I suppose. But seeming experienced and play-acting at it are far different from actually being experienced, for I had no real idea how to act or what to do.

"God I've wanted to do this to you for so long Mandy, you can't imagine," he breathed into my ear as his hand on my breasts and his tongue and lips on my mouth did such delicious things to me.

I thought I knew about kissing, knew how to kiss and knew what a good kiss from a boy was all about. But I was so wrong, as Robert showed me so quickly. What he showed me was that I may well have known how boys kiss girls, but not men and their lovers. 

They kiss with adventure, excitement, confidence and passion. They kiss with mouths wide open, they kiss and suck just the bottom lip and they kiss with tongues deep in the other's mouth and lips grinding and squirming together. They suck on each others lips, firstly the top then the bottom, they nibble their partner's tongue, they pull it and the other's lips into their mouth and they kiss all over the mouth, face, throat and neck. Yes, I soon learned I knew nothing about kissing, but I learned very quickly and soon I was kissing Robert with the verve, energy, eagerness and passion that he was kissing me.

I hardly realised that he'd slid the zip down on my trackie top. That is until I felt his hand right on my thin tennis shirt and that made me jump; with both surprise and pleasure. He didn't stop there though. No with the assurance of a grown up making mature love he didn't 'beat around the bush' as the boys I'd been with did. He didn't make several feeble attempts at going further and he certainly didn't ask for an invitation or my permission. In his world, his adult world, his man and woman grown up world it was taken for granted for it was considered natural. Natural for the man to slip his hand inside the top and natural for the woman to do nothing other than perhaps push her breast back against the hand that was, naturally, cupping her breast inside her bra. So as that was what I thought grown ups did nothing other than I pressed my breast back against his hand.  It was clearly the right thing to do for, without further ado, he then slid his hand inside my bra. God it felt so good that I did what I hoped his grown up lovers did; I groaned with pleasure. It worked for he squeezed my boob and then pinched my nipple with just the right amount of. 

"Oh Mandy you have such magnificent breasts, I've lusted for them for ages."

God, did adults really talk like that? Did they say such expressive things? I knew they did in films, but in real life?

"I've wanted you do badly Mandy is almost hurts. When I see you at the club, especially in your tight tops and that skimpy pink skirt you wear, I get an instant hard on."

"Oh Robert," I sighed as I ran my fingers through his long, rather old fashioned hairstyle, "I bet you think that about all the girls at the club."

"No Amanda," he said sounding very sincere, "it's just you." Then, playing what was probably his trump card, he went on. "You're different to the others, more adult, more grown up, they seem like little girls, you're a woman."

I was gone, he'd got me. I was totally out of it; out of my depth, out of my mind and, had he have asked, I'd have been out of my clothes as well.

"Let's get in the back?" he asked, saying it, though, more like an order than a suggestion, "I want to be able to undress you, properly."

'Oh God he's going to undress me, and properly, in a car,' I repeated in my mind, fervidly wondering what, properly, meant when applied to undressing. No 'may I' or 'would you like that?' No simply, 'I want to undress you properly;' making me wonder, whether I had ever been undressed 'properly,' but then judging by the number of times I had been undressed, I doubted it. It was all so wonderfully assumptive, so erotically perfect, so shudderingly exciting and so, so, so grown up. It was obviously such a natural and normal thing for two such grown ups to say to each other that I was on my feet struggling back between the seats with no further asking. As I sank back into the corner of the big, black leather, seat waiting for Rob to join me, I realised I'd always preferred Jags over Rovers and the like, although I really preferred beamers, but as I sank into the soft luxury of the Jag's seat I knew that I might change my opinion. Thinking like the woman I now was and like the mature lover that Robert was treating me as, I mused, 'They're so much better to be fucked in than German cars, which have harder seats'

But I had little time for musing, for he quickly clambered into the back and took me in his arms. Pulling me to him, he was half lying on me and half on the seat as we again kissed deeply and, I thought, quite wildly, certainly wilder than any I'd ever done previously. His hand was again all over my breasts, outside the thin bra squeezing and rubbing and then inside pinching and caressing. My trackie top that I'd covertly zipped up as I transferred from the front to the back, came, as if by magic unzipped again and his fingers were easing the bra cups away from my boobs as we continued kissing and kissing and kissing. 

He reached up and switched on a dim light in the corner that was presumably used for passengers to read and not disturb the driver. It doubled very well, though, as a light for the driver to look at a passenger's tits by.

"Oh God Mandy, your breasts are gorgeous, so firm, so full and so fucking lovely I could eat them," he moaned into my ear, his words arousing me almost as much as his hands and the large lump of his erection pressing into my hip. 

He was fumbling behind me with my bra clasp. That made me smile for the three or four boys and who'd done that to me all seemed to struggle with that and I thought, 'Even experienced men find undoing a girl's bra a mystery.'

"Oh fuck," he said right into my ear, "these bloody clasps, I don't know why they aren't made of Velcro."

"Oh Rob, don't be silly, they're easy."

"Well if they're so bloody easy you do it."

I fell for that line, for, somewhat foolishly, I sat up, reached behind me and as quick as a flash undid the clasp. Letting the strap go the cups slithered down my boobs a bit but stayed on them, covering my breasts a little. In a thick voice he croaked.

"Take it off Mandy, please take it off."

I knew that to get the bra off I'd have to remove the trackie top and that once that was off I wouldn't easily get it back on and I'd be in the car half naked. Well at least half I thought, for he'd clearly only just started and I didn't for one moment think he was going to stop there, nor really did I want him to. But it was dangerous; anyone including the police could suddenly come into the car park and catch us. I couldn't bear to think of the repercussions if they took my address and then told my parents.

I didn't want him thinking I was a wimp or that I was unused to such things, for so far I think I'd done a pretty good job of giving him the impression that I was far more experienced than I really was. I was, though, scared.

"No Robert I can't"

"Why, why not?"

"Someone might come."

"Well I hope we both do," he laughed pulling the cup away from my left breast so that the nipple was bared.

"Don't be silly," I smiled back pulling the track top back around me. "I can't undress here."

"But you would if you were sure it was safe then?" he cleverly retorted kissing me and slipping his hand inside the top right onto my boob.

"You know what I mean Rob, what if a police car pulled in?"

"I reckon they'd ogle you through the window as they asked me a few questions, very, very slowly."

I couldn't help smiling at both his attitude and the way that he was slowly opening my track suit top again.

"Tell you what," he said quickly, "if we go right to the far end of the car park, over by that big tree, we can park under it and no one will see us and if anyone drives in we'll see their lights first. Ok?"

He cuddled me to him as he finished talking, kissing me and caressing my tummy. "Yes Mandy, yes? Let's do it, I so want you, so want to see you and make love to you. You're such a totally desirable woman Mandy, I just can't help myself."

Again, his choice of words was so perfect for the situation. I didn't know whether that was purely coincidental and lucky or whether he knew just what he was doing. I didn't care, though, for he was saying the things I wanted to hear. I wanted to be wanted, I wanted him to want to make love to me, I wanted him to think I was, and to treat me as, a woman, not a schoolgirl.

"OK, but directly we see a car we stop, yes?"

As he clambered back into the front he said over his shoulder. 

"Of course."

We were hardly parked up when he was alongside me in the back again removing my top and bra almost in one go.

"Let me have the top," I said to make sure I could cover myself quickly if necessary.

We kissed again and once more he caressed and squeezed my boobs and nipples before slipping his hand down onto my thigh. My legs were closed, his erection pushed firmly against the outside of my thigh. 

I obviously knew what was coming next; after all that's how seductions go isn't it? That's the process. Some kissing, tit caressing, bare them and then check out below. See if she's up for the whole bit, well at the very least some fingering and if you're lucky maybe a wank. And of course, if you are really, really lucky you might get a shag. That's the men's charter for sex isn't it? At least that what we girls think and so far Rob had followed it to the tee!

But then suddenly there was a major diversion, a change of rules, a breaking of the procedure. Instead of his hand squirming its way between my thighs, opening them a bit and then sliding upwards to the "promised land," his hand grabbed mine. I didn't know why at first, but that quickly and spectacularly became very clear.

It was big, very hard and surprisingly warm. His erection through the thin, material of his track trousers that is, for with a confidence my limited sex career had not yet encountered, he'd taken my hand and put it right on his hard on.

"Oh yes Mandy," he groaned, just as if I'd put it there myself. "That's wonderful, baby, stroke it for me."

I didn't really know what to do, but now being an experienced woman, a tried and tested lover I let my womanly instincts take over. His grunting and sighing, the pushing of his cock against my hand and the fervid way he kissed me and caressed my chest told me I was on the right lines.


Fucked In School Uniform Ch. 01



After that it all became somewhat hazy and muddled. I forget the sequence of things and all the little nuances; my mind failed to recall the details; I couldn't remember how my hand was suddenly inside his track trousers, holding and rubbing his cock; I don't know how my trousers came to be round my ankles and my panties round my knees. I knew we kissed and kissed and kissed and that his mouth did the most wondrous things to my nipples; that for the first time they were sucked, licked, chewed and gently bitten. I had no idea just how powerfully arousing and how shatteringly exciting it was to have your tits sucked and your nipples chewed, particularly when you're holding and stroking an urgent, throbbing cock and his fingers are exploring your insides at length and in depth.

Like that, I forgot that I was not an experienced lover; that I had not had sexual encounters with the intensity of this; that I was not the mature womanly lover I was desperately trying to be and that I was what I was. An eighteen year old girl who'd only lost her virginity a few weeks previously. And such girls have no resistance to such advances, we cannot hold out, our body isn't able to stop the stimulations and our mind isn't capable of overruling the physical demands. But then neither was Rob, neither was my experienced older lover, for as I rubbed his fantastic cock he started to grunt and groan and push it harder against my hand. It was as though he was fucking my hand and not my pussy. But somehow his thrusts against my hand and his fingers inside me had the Mandye effect as if I was being shagged, well not the Mandye as those with Kelvin, for these feelings were a load more powerful.

I moaned, I grunted, I groaned, sighed and almost cried as I felt his hot, sticky mess creep across my hand and thigh. 

"I've made him cum," I thought proudly. But I had little time self-congratulations, for as he'd started to cum so he'd shoved his fingers deeper into me and had started pumping them. That instantly put me over the top and I too started cumming.

I was sobbing and hanging onto Rob so desperately as wave after wave of such fantastic feelings engulfed my mind and body that I knew then that it indeed was pins and needles with Kelvin in his mum's Audi TT.

Over the next few weeks Robert, or Rob as he liked to be called, educated me so much on that big, black Jag seat.

He gave me, what was my first real orgasm. He later gave me my second, third, fourth and fifth ones as well that evening. He taught me just how amazing it is to have your breasts made love to and how incredibly sensitive is that piece of gristle at the entry to your pussy, that boys can rarely find let alone stimulate. He also fucked me properly. Just the once after recovering from the hand job. Yes just the once, but what a once. 

I can remember thinking, as he slid the condom off, tied it into a knot and then threw it from the car, that I'd been shagged properly. That I'd at last I'd made love fully, that now I really was a woman because I'd been fucked like one on that back seat. 

Unlike Kelvin, Robert didn't rush things. Unlike the other boys I'd messed around with there was no signs of guilt or concern over what we doing, no apparent worries as to whether I would or not, but then why should there be between two experienced adults like us, I thought, my tongue very much in my cheek as I thought it

No we'd started our sexual relationship in an open, uninhibited way. In a way that was wonderfully enthusiastic, awesomely erotic and fantastically sordid all at the Mandye time.

Sure I'd been fingered before and yes I'd given a couple of boys hand jobs, so what Robert did to me wasn't new; the way he did it though was very new, very different and very, very much more exciting and satisfying. I really felt that we'd shared something so special together.

After we'd both cum we just lay there for a while with me feeling very grown up cradling my lover to my naked bosom, just like the novels say it should be. I knew nothing first hand about men's recovery rates and how these varied between kids in their teens and men in their thirties. I didn't know that the older a guy got and the more experienced he was the longer, generally, it took for him to be ready again. So after twenty minutes or so I was expecting Robert to be ready again, for I was. But other than a few little kisses and the occasional caress he simply laid there holding me.

"That was wonderful Mandy," he suddenly sighed, "you did enjoy it didn't you?"

I was probably a little too gushing with my reply that I felt, as it came out of my mouth, might well blow the impression I was trying to create of being so much more experienced than my sexual portfolio of a few times with Kelvin.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, Robert it was awesome, it was wicked, it almost blew me away."

"I see you did like it then," he said looking up at me and smiling and adding. "Quite a lot then?"

"Yes Rob, you could say that, and you, was it good for you too?"

"It was babe; you have as natural a talent for this as you do for tennis."

"Gee thanks, remember my tennis was crap earlier."

"Saving your strength for me weren't you?"

We chatted on like this for a while with me wondering just when he was going to make another move. I wanted that, for having gone this far with him I didn't want the evening to end without him shagging me. I had to keep reminding myself, as we lay there, with me still as good as naked, that this was grown up sex, they didn't rush things or hurry the natural process, it was up to me to be patient. I was in very experienced hands I told myself and Rob would know absolutely the perfect time to get things going again. And he did.

As we chatted so his fingers started running over my tummy. Making little circles he'd run them upwards towards my boobs then down towards my pubes. They went round and round going upwards, then round and round going downwards; nearer and nearer to my breasts and closer and closer to my pussy. All the time talking about pretty non-sexual matters, he was starting to drive me crazy with want.

I slid my hand down between us. I wanted to feel him, to hold him and stroke him. Slipping my hand inside his trackie trousers I was surprised not to have them find his erection. I fumbled around a bit as he continued drawing circles on my body, still going near but not quite touching my real erogenous zones. Men's boxers and shirttails can be such a maze to get through, particularly when, as was the case I found to my horror with Rob, they aren't erect. I found and grasped his, at best and being very generous, half erection feeling amazingly disappointed and really, rathery hurt. 

I'd never touched anything other than a full erection before and had no idea that sometimes the woman has to help her partner gain his full rampant majesty.

"What's wrong with me? Why hasn't he got hard, what have I done wrong?" I was thinking as on one of his upwards sweeps his finger trailed across both of my breasts.

"Mmm that's good Mandy, keep doing that," he murmured rolling more onto his side to give me more room. "Yes, yes, just like that," he went his fingers sweeping across my pubes and then up and across my nipples.

He moved away a bit and in the dim light I saw that he was pulling his trousers down. I helped him to struggle them and his boxers right down round his ankles. I was holding him again and I couldn't help sneaking glances at his tackle, for I'd never been with a boy and looked at them and not seen a full hard on. 

"Mmmmmm, that's lovely," he muttered as, with my confidences growing, I not only stroked his cock but, tentatively at first then more assuredly, I stroked, cradled and rolled his balls in my hands. That felt wonderful to me. It was something I'd never done before, but there and then in that car I resolved that it was something I was going to do many, many more times. As I loved his cock and balls so he was squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples and running his fingers over my mound, alongside my clit and round and round the soaked perimeter of my pussy.

All the concern, the disappointment and the self-doubt were disappearing, and fast. They were being more than compensated for by yet another load of new sensations for me. Other than have it happen in your mouth, but that was something for much later, I don't think there can be a warmer, more endearing, loving, sharing, caring and sheer fucking sexy feeling than having your lover's cock grow to its full size in your hands. If, at the Mandye time, he's using both his hands on your breasts and pussy and sucking and slurping at your nipples, then clearly it's erotic paradise next stop.

He was now fully hard and as good as naked; I was soaking wet and also as good as naked; he was ready and I was ready. And we just simply did it.

He slipped a condom on, pushed me even further back into the corner of the car, and laid between my legs that I knowingly opened for him. A moment or two getting the angle right as we kissed and his arms went round me his hands finding the bare cheeks of my bum and then we were doing it. 

The whoosh of feelings as he surged up me took my breath away and it stayed like that as he started to shag me. He was thrusting quickly up and down my pussy. Using long deep surges the tip of his cock went to totally unvisited areas of my insides. He found places up there that were so wonderfully sensitive that it seemed to me as if my entire pussy was alive.

I was groaning and moaning; my head was thrashing from side to side; my body was almost convulsing and I was finding it hard to breath, so intense were both the emotional and physical reactions to this awesome fuck. What Rob was doing to me was as far away from what Kelvin had done as Concorde was to Kittyhawk. 

I tried to resist, I tried to think and act experienced, I tried to give something back and I tried, as I'd read a woman should do, to find his rhythm. But when being fucked as I was all those plans, efforts and thoughts go out the window.

Mum was still up when I got home. I almost giggled at the incongruity of her question. "Hello darling, how did you get on?"

I almost said 'Quite good actually, this thirty five year old bloke, undressed me in the back of his car, fingered me to an orgasm or two and then fucked me. Quite a pleasant evening thanks mum.' I actually said "Oh we won love and love and then had a coffee on the way home. Good night mum."

xxxx

"Oh no baby, you keep that blazer, shirt, tie and skirt on, I want to fuck you in them," Robert said. 

And fuck me in them he did. 

We'd had no contact at all for a few days after that momentous evening in the woods. I hadn't heard from him and he wasn't at the Thursday evening club night. We hadn't exchanged mobile numbers so he couldn't call me. I was so relieved, then, to see him on the next court to me on the Saturday morning. He was playing mixed doubles and I didn't recognise his partner, but I saw that she wasn't much good, at tennis that is for she was quite attractive with big tits.

I tried to catch his eye and when I thought I had a couple of times, I smiled and mentally at least pushed my breasts out. I'd purposefully worn the low-cut top and the skimpy, tight, pink skirt he'd told me I looked great in and I'd removed my track suit even though the mid-May morning was a little chilly and hardly anyone else had. But all to no avail. Other than a couple of nods from him and a small smile, there were no other acknowledgements. I was hurt, confused and miserable and I played lousy, causing my partner and me to be beaten by a far inferior couple.

I finished playing well before him. Although I tried not too, I couldn't help glancing out the clubhouse window and watching him bound round the court. I saw his strong arms playing powerful fore and backhands and as he did so I recalled them around me. I thought of his hands, that I watched holding the racket and when he served the tennis balls, on me, all over my breasts, removing my clothes and lifting me up a bit to get the angle just right.

I looked at his long, lean, tanned legs and remembered caressing them and being entwined between them as he edged his marvellous cock into me. I saw his body, his bum, his chest and his bulge under his thin shorts and top and thought of being pressed against them, stroking them and almost being part of them as we'd laid naked completely oblivious to whether anyone might turn up in the car park.

I saw all of that, all of him and all of us and I ended up in the ladies loo sobbing.

It was a shock when later I felt someone behind me leaning forward to whisper in my ear.

"I'll pick you up after school on Monday and we can go for a drive for a couple of hours. Ok?" Rob said and without another word walked off with his mates.

Talk about "treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen!" 

Well that certainly worked for me. At the break before school was ending on the Monday; there was I in the loo slipping out of my regulation school bra and panties and into a silky, lacy bra and thong. It felt odd sitting in the English lesson wearing that sort of gear under my school uniform, for I'd never done that before.

There was absolutely no way on God's earth I wanted Robert to see me in my school uniform. It screamed out that I was just a kid and not the sophisticated lover he'd had on the back seat of his car a few days before. But what could I do? I had no alternative. It wasn't allowed for pupils, even upper sixth form girls, to change out of school uniform in the school or within half a mile of leaving it. And he'd said he'd meet me just round the corner from the main entrance, so I was literally fucked wasn't I? Still, I reconciled over the weekend, if the price I had to pay for being really fucked was to be literally fucked by being seen in my school uniform then it was worth it, wasn't it?

Luckily I still had the, nearly, all over tan I'd got in Florida at half term and that had been topped up on my legs by the recent, unusually warm spring weather. I could, therefore, wear mid height heels without tights and as I was leaving the school I hitched my skirt up a bit to, as far as a girl could, look sexy in her school uniform.

"Oh my God, babe," he croaked as he kissed me when I got in the car. "You look absolutely fucking ravenous, your every man's wet dream, come here let me kiss you."

I was vaguely aware of some kids walking past the car but I didn't care for I knew they'd tell others.

"We saw Amanda Cannock snogging with a bloke in a Jag."

I thought he might take me to his home but no once more it was into the woods. A different forest, a different car park but one that was as equally isolated and away from other cars and people as the first one had been. This time though it was broad daylight.

"No one ever comes here," he told me making me wonder how he knew that, but making me excited by his obvious desire for me.

As I've learned most men do, Rob followed a similar routine with me as last time. Kissing me then caressing my breasts, getting them out and then attacking the epicentre of a woman's sexuality, her pussy. And this time he attacked that energetically, easily breaking down any defences I might have wanted to put in his way. Like for instance a, "should we?" or a pause of a nanosecond or two before opening my thighs or the really strong defence of, "someone might come Rob." I tried them all, but to no avail.  

I was defenceless, not just emotionally but physically as well, for as I'd lay back in the corner of the seat so my flimsy skirt had ridden well up my bare legs. So intent was he on kissing me and playing with my tits, that were pulled out of the bra but were still inside the white cotton, unbuttoned blouse and white and red striped prefect's blazer, that he seemed to be ignoring my long, tanned bare legs. Silly me, I forgot the process, the procedure, the sequence that men go through; it wasn't the turn of down below just yet was it?

After a respectable and rather wonderful fifteen minutes of breast and nipple manipulation that took me close to a climax, he at last turned his attention elsewhere. He raised his head from where it had been nestling on my chest chewing and licking my breasts and nipples and looked down. It was almost as though he was looking at my legs for the first time. But then last time it had been dark, so I forgave him immediately.

"Oh wow, Mandy they're awesome," he murmured taking hold of the hem of the thin, blue, gingham check, skirt that was bisecting my thighs. "Mmmmmm so lovely," he whispered, possessively running his fingers up from beneath my knee to the hem of the skirt. 

Then slowly, so very, very slowly, so unusually slowly and patiently for Rob, he lifted the hem. He lifted it up and up revealing more and more of my legs, my thighs, my thong and the outline of my mound beneath it. He just stared at me for what seemed ages. He was breathing quite heavily and his hand that wasn't holding my skirt was round my shoulders gripping me tighter and tighter as he continued staring at me. He was making low, almost animal like moans as his fingers ran up and down each of my thighs. They went right along that particularly smooth area that had I been wearing stockings, not actually that I have any and I never have worn them, would have been the patch on the inside of my thighs between the stocking tops and my panties.

"So soft, so smooth, Mandy."

I didn't know what to do or say. I contemplated perhaps opening my legs and saying something incredibly romantic like, "fuck me Rob," or "play with my pussy," but rejected those ideas, after all I wasn't that experienced to have that amount of confidence. So I just laid there as he visually inspected my most womanly places.

And, amazingly to me it aroused me more and more. 

The sordid, wanton scene got to me. My blouse was open, but my tie was still done up, pushed to one side. I still had my bra on and done up but each boob had been yanked from its protective covering and the fiercely red, hugely swollen tips were totally bare and still wet and shiny with his spittle. I was wearing the blazer, but that was bunched up behind me somewhere, and Rob was holding my skirt up around my waist. And of course he was staring intently at my tanned thighs and the bulge of my pubis inside the lacy thong. 

I'd obviously experienced nothing like this before. Ok, from my pre virginity loss days, from the time I lost it and the times with Kelvin following that and from last week with Robert I was quite experienced on the back seats of cars, in fact I was beginning to think of myself as a back seat jockey. But apart from with Rob they had all been fumblingly awkward, rather rushed and uncomfortably executed sex sessions, usually in small cars, not fucking great monsters like his posh Jag. Almost as if we were saying, "we suppose we have to do it, so let's get it out the way quickly." The typical way of the inexperienced I suppose, so not like me now, what?

"Kiss me Robert," I whispered reaching out and placing my hand on his face. He ignored that and instead slid his hand further up my thigh so that the side of that brushed, quite firmly, right against my pussy lips under the lace. It was like an electric shock; my entire body shuddered as a deep grunt slid from my mouth.

That seemed to shake him out of his voyeuristic, unusual for him, lethargy. He left his hand right there cupping my mound and pussy, he rubbed me and stroked me. And then everything speeded up. Quickly he pushed my pretty, little, non-regulation thong to one side and had three fingers buried inside me. And just as quickly I was writhing and squirming my pretty little cunt on his three fingered surrogate cock.

He made me cum, quickly and very hard, as hard as I'd yet cum in my short sexual career. 




Fucked In School Uniform Ch. 01



We lay there for a moment and then he started to undress. He undid his shirt and I sat up and ran my fingers over his chest that was so much hairier than any of the boys I'd messed around with as 

I plucked up the courage to go all the way. I hadn't seen that properly in the gloom of the other evening so to see the thick covering of dark hair was quite a shock. But it felt good running my fingers through it and I could only imagine the rasping, slightly scratchy feelings I'd get when my bare breasts were ground against it. And I knew, well hoped, that would be very soon. As he undid his belt and zip I thought I should show how mature I was so I started to remove the blazer and my blouse. And that's when he told me to leave them on for he wanted to fuck me in them. A bit odd I thought but then men are aren't they?

He didn't seem to be in the slightest worried that anyone might come into the place we were parked, for he undressed completely, even removing his socks. I ran my eyes up and down his body. It was glorious. Well-defined muscles, no flab or fat, lithe and lean and very, very fit; I thought he was awesome and his long, hard cock was just absolutely wicked. I wanted that in me and soon.

And, of course I got it. Still fully dressed, with my tits gaping out of the blouse, my skirt bunched up around my waist, the thong pulled to one side he shagged me hard and fast lying between my widely opened legs. Half way through he lifted my legs up and put my ankles over his shoulders. God did that seem grown up. He fucked me with my legs over his shoulders then once more, about an hour or so later, with me straddling him.

I liked both of those positions for they showed him just how mature and adventurous a lover I was didn't they?

As he dropped me off near my home, and after kissing me he said, rather oddly I thought, but then what did I know about men then. "Don't bother with the sexy underwear Mands, the school knickers will do, bye."

xxxx

That became our routine over the next few weeks. He'd meet me after school two or three times a week and we'd go and have sex in the back of his car. Well not always in the back of it, for as the weather warmed up we also used the front seat, the outside of it, alongside it and the bonnet. Wow was I growing up sexually so fast?

The schedule, though, played havoc with my studies. Fortunately, they were almost completed for the year and for my time at that school, for I was going to uni in September. I had to lie to mum that I was staying back at school doing some project or the other in preparation for uni, but she didn't care or mind. As long as I didn't interfere with her golf, bridge and tennis arrangements and the affair I suspected she was having with a golf coach much younger than her, all was cool with her.

Was I in love? Had I fallen for this thirty plus year old? Was it a passing fancy, an infatuation or was it just lust? How the hell could I know, I'd never felt like I did about him? I wanted him, wanted him touching me, wanted his hands on me and my body against his. I wanted that all the time I was with him. The moment I saw him in his car I think I started to cum, certainly my nipples burst into bud. But, oddly, when I wasn't with him I didn't dream about him or even think that much about him. Sure, I often masturbated in my bed and I guess he was part of my wankfest, but mainly it was, out of sight out of mind as far as Robert was concerned. See a bit of a hard as well as spoiled bitch aren't I?

To say he liked my schoolgirl uniform is an understatement. He was obsessed with it. I asked him a couple of times if I could leave a pair of jeans and a top in his car, but he wouldn't let me on the grounds that he wanted me in uniform. I did wonder if there were other reasons as well, but I put those out of my mind, although I did ask him about the Claire that he occasionally brought to the tennis club.

"She's an old flame really Mandy?" he explained as we lay naked on a blanket alongside a river. "It's a little pathetic really, I keep trying to ditch her, but she won't accept it."

"Oh dear."

"Yes I feel sorry for her and I guess I'm just too soft," he went on rolling both of my nipples at the Mandye time between his fingers and thumbs.

He changed the subject which was just as well for I'd lost interest due the feelings pounding out from my nipples.

The first time Robert had picked me up from school I'd changed my underwear. The second time he just turned up so I was wearing the regulation large blue knickers and the full bra that was described in the regulations sent to parents as having to, "cover all of each breast, have no lace and be thick enough to ensure that nothing showed through them". Practical, boring and about as sexy as a pair of old ladies knickers. I was so nervous when he undid my blouse but it didn't seem to deter him, after all what was in the bra was more important to him than the look of it. And when he saw those knickers I thought at the least he'd laugh, but no, if anything they turned him on. Men!!!

But I just didn't feel right having sex in his car or frolicking around in the woods or by the river in such unglamorous stuff, so I always carried some spare glam stuff in my briefcase in case he turned up unexpected, although the more I was with him the clearer he made it that he preferred the regulation stuff. We talked about it.

"I just can't Rob, I'm sorry," I explained. "They're such a turn off for me and so little girly, I can't feel comfortable wearing them."

"Ok then wear nothing."

So that became part of the routine. I'd go to the loo before the last period began and would remove the offending garments. I'd then sit through the lesson naked under my skirt and blouse making sure I didn't let the cotton blouse material become stretched across my boobs for my nipples were continuously hard as I though about what I'd be doing in few minutes time.

As we drove away from the school I'd cuddle up to him as best a girl can with that big box in the centre. It was difficult getting close but I managed to get myself near enough so that as he drove with one hand on the wheel he'd slip the other between my thighs. I'd open my legs a little and keep my skirt down, well most of the time, and I'd revel in him fingering me, making me wet and have little climaxes. It was fun and exciting as we drove to one of two or three secluded "fuckspots" as I thought of them. 

"Undo your blouse Amanda."

"No, people will see."

"So, who gives a fuck, no one gives a shit nowadays? What if they do, though I doubt anyone will? Come on give me and them a flash of those lovely bare titties, but don't take your tie off."

My hands were shaking as I undid the buttons, but I managed it. Why I agreed, I have no idea. But I had a vague thought that it was rather grown up and mature to ride around in a Jaguar with your lover's fingers up your pussy and your tits out, so I did it. And do you know it turned me on, it so excited and aroused me that he hardly had to ask on subsequent evenings.

Not only was I now getting plenty of sex; on average six times a week over usually four days, but I was also learning so fast. What he got me to do was adventurous, well to me it was. I mean, to be laid face down on the warm, but dusty hood of a car with your tits bare and your skirt bunched round your waist as you're fucked by a man fifteen years older than yourself, is quite adventurous isn't it? It's also quite adventurous, I thought, to be naked in a field, straddling that man and fucking him as if you've done that all the time.

After we finished the affair, looking back I realised that Rob wasn't that into oral sex. In the six weeks or so our affair lasted he never once went down on me and seemed to have no inclination for me to suck him. Actually both of those were quite fortuitous really for I'd never done either and had no idea whatsoever what to do. Nevertheless, from what I'd read and heard and even seen in films and on TV, it did seem a little odd, after all aren't all men just dying to lick a young girl's pussy?

I asked him several times about going to his flat but he always made some excuse usually revolving around the unpredictability of his flat mate. So I never made it there. I also asked about us spending a whole night together, perhaps in a hotel. Although we didn't make that he didn't reject the idea just saying.

"Yeah, yeah, great idea, let's work at."

It wasn't all back seat and in the woods stuff, though. No, twice he took me for a pizza and just as it got dark screwed me up against the wall of the car park. We also did it a few times in the changing rooms of the tennis club for he had a key and offered to lock up now and then. 

But the best time, though, was when mum and dad went to a wedding and stayed overnight. I told him that was going to happen and asked if he'd like to stay the night. Maybe I was a little pushy but with a rather nervous look on his face he agreed.

It turned out somewhat different to what I had expected.



Fucked In School Uniform Ch. 02



Hopefully you read and enjoyed the first part , so here's Part 2 of

Fucked In a School Uniform 

By 

mandywilluk 2000

aka

Amanda Williams

I had no idea how uncomfortable a suspender belt was, how tight it had to be and how it pinched the little excess flesh on your hips. But as I stood in front of the wall to ceiling mirrored doors of the wardrobes in my bedroom I could see why women wore them and why men love them. 

The black lace complimented the slight tan I still had. It was like a slash of black sex round my middle. The two suspenders, that I spent ages altering, hung down my thighs like stark reminders of what was between them. There was that little patch of fleshy excitement between the black, silk, French knickers and the tops of the black fishnet stockings that the sussie belt was holding up so high.

I'd enjoyed myself in Agent Provocateur buying all this gear, although I did keep feeling that suddenly a sales assistant, or even worse, a policewoman would suddenly appear and tell me that schoolgirls shouldn't buy such stuff. And of course they shouldn't really should they? Not unless they're really a mature lover with an older boyfriend who's going to spend the whole night making love to them, as I was.

"Hi, thanks for coming," I said in the huskiest voice I could muster up as I opened the side door to Rob. 

I'd left the door to the three car garage open so he could drive straight in and not risk being seen by the neighbours as he parked his Jag and knocked at the front door. His entrance and my greeting were both I felt, full of romantic subterfuge; I liked that.

Mum and dad had left early after enquiring what I was doing.

"Studying," I immediately lied adding, when they both raised their eyebrows, for they knew I hardly did much of that now I was accepted by Bristol University, not that I'd done much before being accepted. "And going shopping."

"Good idea Amanda," mum said. "You'll need a new wardrobe when you get to Bristol."

I'd tried explaining several times that students nowadays only took their jeans and sweat shirts off to sleep or make love, and often they slept in them as well. But she seemed intent on kitting me out just as if I was going off to boarding school. That was a little tedious but it had its upside.

"Give her some money, David," she told my dad.

Smiling he handed me a hundred pounds.

"Don't be daft, she needs at least two," my mum chipped in quite fiercely. 

I enjoyed my Saturday morning spending the money allocated for uni clothes on clothes that could only be intended for one thing, getting laid in. I was surprised, though, that the slither of silk they called French knickers, the wispy lace sussie belt, the gosMandyer thin bra and the fishnet, seamed stockings cost more than dad had given me. Ah well, you have to make some financial sacrifices now and then for great sex, don't you?

I spent all afternoon getting ready and day dreaming. I do that a lot. I get an idea in my head or start pretending I'm someone else and I'm off on another planet. 

As I bathed and washed my hair, did my nails, pampered my body with stuff of mine and even more that was mum's, I imagined the six bedroom, mock Tudor pile we lived in was mine. That I was famous, a writer or stage actress, nothing as vulgar as a pop star, even though Kylie did keep popping into my mind; hasn't she got just the cutest bottom of all time?

I could hardly believe it when I saw the clock and that it was past six. Robert was due to arrive at seven and I was still naked. Laughing to myself I thought maybe I should say sod the sexy lingerie and open the door to him naked.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he asked as I let him in the door, not naked but in one of my mum's long, black silk, peignoirs as she called them, sexy dressing gowns to most people.

"Just me darling," I cooed putting my arms round his neck and moulding my body to his.

We kissed, hard, deep and long. Lip squirmingly hard, tongue probingly deep and mouth wateringly long. 

His hands were everywhere. On my boobs and bum, up and down my legs, all over my back and in and out of my hair, that in an effort to look more grown up and vampish I'd put up; his hands made it fall down almost immediately. I was no slouch either, for I quickly had his shirt open and was running my fingers through the hairy mass and then down his back to squeeze the delicious cheeks of his gorgeous bum.

In my imagining about what would happen when, Rob came to the house I had thought we'd have a long, rather languid bout of lovemaking. I'd envisaged him taking ages drooling over my sexy lingerie and even longer drooling over me as we indulged in lengthy mutual foreplay. In my mind it was going to be gentle, slow, tender, considerate and very, very erotic.

In reality what happened was that he quickly fucked me against the kitchen wall, with me still in my AP seduction gear. He didn't even take his trousers off!

I didn't know what to say as I tidied myself up while he went to the loo.

"Sorry about that babe," he smiled seeing the look of disappointment on my face when he returned. "You just looked so fucking horny I couldn't stop myself, I needed you so badly," he went on taking me in his arms and kissing me. His honesty made me feel much better; naturally I forgave him.

He certainly had a way with words and knew the buttons to push to get to me. Quickly I was over my disappointment and once more was fancying him like hell.

"Let's go to bed," I suggested some time later after we'd been listening to music and having a few drinks. 

"How thoroughly grown up and sophisticated," I'd thought sitting around in my underwear sipping wine with my lover. I was in heaven about it all.

"What a good idea, I thought you'd never ask," he smiled back.

I led him up the wide staircase, across the landing and into the extension over the big garage that was my "quarters" as, for some daft reason, we called the bedroom, sitting room and bathroom complex dad had had built a few years ago.

"Oh wow Mandy," he said as I opened the bedroom door. 

I'd popped upstairs a bit earlier and had drawn the curtains and the large room with the floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobes down two sides was lit by over fifty candles of different sizes. Flickering and reflecting in the mirrors they gave the large room a wonderfully romantic look. I'd bought ones that had nice smells and the combination of the aroma and the light made for a highly erotic atmosphere. I'd tried thinking about how I'd get rid of the smell before my parents return the next evening, but gave up, it was just too complicated.

I walked over to the bed feeling, unusually for me when with Robert, in control. I undid the peignoir as I covered the short distance from the doorway and just as I went to get onto the bed I dropped it to the floor. Scrambling into the middle of the American, king sized bed I laid back propping myself up on my elbows, looked right into his eyes and said softly in what I hoped was a romantic and sexy tone.

"Why don't you come and make love to me Rob."

He smiled, in admiration for my grown up approach, I hoped but probably really just because I was offering him myself on a plate; after all wouldn't most thirty something men smile if an eighteen year old girl invited them to her bed to fuck her?

Our eyes remained locked as he slipped his shirt off. We stayed staring at each other as he undid his belt and slowly pushed his zip down. He was looking at my breasts and I was looking at his tight, grey KC boxers as his trousers joined his shirt on the floor. We smiled at each other as he slipped his socks off and then we just looked at each other, neither of us moving for a few moments. 

And then, in what was by far the most erotic sight I'd ever seen, he took off his pants. 

Slowly, tantalisingly so, he slid his hands inside the waistband, pushed that down a few inches then stopped, just gazing deeply into my eyes. I felt mesmerised. It was an amazing sight as he inched them down and down. I just couldn't help joining in. I could see by the look on his face that he approved as I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I let the cups stay in place, held there by the friction from my breasts, but let go of the strap. His boxers were now down so far that the sprouts of his mass of dark pubes were on show. I put my hands on my bra covered breasts and staring into his eyes, squeezed them. He slid the boxers further down turning slightly to one side so that I saw his bare cheeks and the deep crevice between. I moved my hands away from my boobs taking the bra with them. He turned back and slid his pants down to mid thigh letting his awesome erection leap out from the cover of his boxers. I pinched my nipples, he stroked his cock. We stayed like that for a moment or two and then, after dropping his boxers on the floor he walked towards the bed.

As I watched him and caressed my breasts so I couldn't help thinking it looked as though his cock was leading him to the bed. With each step it jiggled and bobbled and looked to me to gain in length and girth the closer he came to me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I hadn't so far in the affair had that much chance to simply look at Robert's cock and now I could I was surprised how beautiful it was, a term I don't think I'd ever used before to describe a cock. He wasn't circumcised so it had that almost pointed end and shape similar to a space ship that I think is so much more elegant than the stubbiness so often found on circumcised dicks, well the ones I'd seen in magazines that is for at that time I'd only seen his, Kelvin's and one other boy's equipment, though I had touched one more, but that was in the dark and inside the boy's trousers, so I couldn't count that as a sighting. It looked massive to me as he put one knee on the bed. It was thicker than I'd thought and the tip reached right to his tummy button. I so wanted to touch it.

I turned onto my side as Rob lay beside me. And then for the first time I was in his arms with both of us naked above the waist. My nipples and breasts felt every bit as good as I'd hoped they would against his hairy chest. His cock felt even better than I'd thought it would against the hardness of my mound and softness of my tummy and the sensation my hands received from squeezing and stroking his tight ass surpassed my wildest dreams.

Thus time we did make love. This time it was more than a fuck, well I thought it was. This time everything was unhurried, languid, tender, caring, considerate and so fucking horny that he made me cum three times before his climax. Sex in a bed, as opposed to car or field, I decided, had a lot going for it.

We stayed in bed for a couple of hours lying in each others arms, I may even have dozed off a couple of times. It was so wonderfully romantic, yet it still wasn't dark outside and we had the entire night before us.

"Are you hungry," I asked him around eight or so.

"Bloody starving, sex always gives me an appetite."

Feeling all girly and partnerish I suggested I cook some scrambled egg and have that with smoked salmon, I'd bought that day, and a bottle of dad's champagne, that I was pretty sure he wouldn't miss, he had loads in the garage.

"You stay hear and I'll bring it up and serve it to you in bed. Ok?"

"Mmmmmm, great," He said, smiling and pecking me on my cheek as he cupped my breast in his hand.

"Make sure you don't burn these when you're doing your topless cooking, I've got good plans for them later."

I skipped out of bed and started across the bedroom naked apart from the suspender belt and the fishnets.

"Oh I see it's bottomless cooking as well then, you should be on one of those TV programmes, that'd put the ratings up."

Laughing, I turned and curtsied to him. "You're so kind."

It really was lovely being in my home with him. The atmosphere was warm and highly conducive to the romantic situation that was emerging between us. I felt then that maybe there was more than just sex between us; maybe I was more than just a young chick he was using for sexual kicks; maybe I did mean something to him?

"Alright if I have a shower Mandy," he called out as I left the room.

"Of course, help yourself to the towels there's pile in the cupboard in my bathroom."

Now and again I'd wandered round the house naked, never though undressed like that because I'd just had sex, usually it was because I was about to have sex, with myself that is. I remembered a day some time ago when I was home alone and feeling extraordinarily randy. For some crazy reason I decided to try to make myself cum in as many rooms in the house as I could. I managed it in the lounge, dining room, kitchen and three bedrooms, but the hall and TV room beat me. Still six cums in an afternoons wasn't bad, although nowhere near the class record claimed by Rebecca Rose of twelve in three hours; none of us believed her really. I wondered if I would break my record today with Rob!

I'd never, though, cooked naked or prepared food dressed as I was. It was odd, but strangely titillating, to see myself in mirrors or to watch my bare tits wobbling a bit as I reached for the saucepans and glasses. It was even odder when I opened the huge fridge and rummaged around getting the eggs, milk and butter for the blast of cold air immediately hardened my nipples. Smiling I gave them a little pinch before starting to work.

His words made me jump, for in all honesty I'd been so wrapped up getting ready to start the cooking and being almost naked that my mind had again gone on one of my fantasy trips. This time I was a TV star that had a programme, The Naked Cook!

"Can't have you getting cold can we?" I heard him say as I was turning round towards him. I saw that he was holding something but just what it was didn't register at first. What caught my eye immediately was his wet hair and the fluffy white towel wrapped round his waist. He looked awesomely gorgeous and so terribly sexy I could have cum on the spot. Then he held towards me what was in his hands. My school blazer.

"What?" I said, genuinely surprised.

"Put it on Mandy, it'll keep you warm."

"Robert, it isn't cold, it's June."

"Well if it isn't cold?" he asked putting his hand out, "why are these so fucking hard?" he went on pinching one of my nipples, just a little too hard.

"Ow," I cried, pulling away.

"Who you been fantasising about? Whose been fucking you in your mind," he asked being aware, because I'd told him, about my penchant for mind fucks.

I smiled at him, although the grim, almost threatening, tone of his voice had scared me a bit.

"I've just been standing in front of that bloody great fridge looking for the food, that's what's made them all perky." I didn't add that actually just as he came in I was being shagged on late night television by a big, black guy wearing a chef's hat and nothing else.

"Well whatever," he went on holding the blazer up clearly serious about me wearing it. I wondered for a moment how he'd found it as it had been in one of wardrobes, but I let that go not wanting to 

think about things that might upset the applecart. I turned and slid my arms into the red and cream striped school girl's blazer.

"Fucking hell Mandy, that's fantastic, you look amazing, come here." He got hold of me and led me into the hallway where there was a long mirror that he stood me in front of. I stared at myself. Not being vein or arrogant I had to agree that it was quite a picture, quite a horny picture really. My chestnut hair tumbling down round my shoulders, the blazer, one button done up so that the lapels covered some of my breasts but left a goodly expanse of flesh and, when I moved suddenly, tantalising glimpses of the pinkness of my areola bare and open to others gazes. The blazer was long enough to cover my most womanly of places and to fudge whether I was wearing panties or not and it blended erotically with the black fishnet of my stockings.

I watched transfixed at the image he'd created for it did look, I thought, amazingly sexy. Probably the juxtaposition, I mused, kidding myself I knew what I was talking about, of the sophisticated and overt eroticism of the black fishnets and my near nudity with the youthfulness of my face and clear schoolgirlishness of the blazer.

I stared at the mirror as I saw his hands reach round my throat with what seemed like a rope. I was scared for a moment, but then I saw it was school tie. Relieved, I suppose I watched as he tied the knot and then carefully tucked the tie inside the blazer right between my two small tits.

His hands on my hips Rob said into my ear in a rather husky voice. 

"A real, fucking Lolita aren't you? If I didn't know you were over eighteen and totally legal I'd think you was such tantalising jail bait."

"Stand right there and stand still," he told me as he turned and ran upstairs. He returned with a Polaroid camera in his hands. I always carry it in my bag for when I'm coaching he explained.

It was absolutely amazing and such a time of discovery when, for the next ten mimutes or, so he took pictures of me. 

Nervous at first as he snapped away at me in the blazer showing my legs and flashes of my boobs, I gradually loosened up. I surprised myself at how easy I found it to relax and be myself in front of the camera. But what was more surprising to me was how I felt. I loved it. I loved the camera intruding on my every womanly place and I loved the way it seemed to bring the sexiness out in me. I started making love to it. The camera became a cock to which I gave myself.

Of course with a Polaroid the film is immediately developed inside the camera, but Rob didn't show them to me or even look at them himself, he merely put them to one side. "Our treat later" he said.

I needed almost no encouragemen to slide the blazer down so I more and more of my breasts were on show; no encouragement to take it off completely and flash my boobs, cup them hold them and squeeze them as he recorded all those movements on his camera. 

Was it the wine or was it just me? Or was it a combination of both that made it seem easy for me to lay on the floor one hand on my breast, the other between my legs as he stood across my body the camera pointing right at me? I didn't know then just what it was that made me pose willingly for him however he asked me. Kneeling so he could snap my bare bum framed by the suspenders from behind from a; standing legs open, me cupping my pussy; on the floor legs open knees raised hands behind me so my naked, wet and open pussy was snapped. I can't really imagine there were many poses we missed and he ended up taking shots of my face as I made myself cum.

Whilst posing was amazing, later seeing myself in the developed photos really was something else. I 

 couldn't believe at first that the close ups of a nipple, breast, bum or pussy were me and more significantly, I couldn't believe at all the reaction they had on me.

I'd never been one to get that much titillation from looking at pictures of men, or women come to that, but then we girls don't do we, we're not as visual as men? So to find myself becoming aroused as Rob and I stared at my images on the screen felt quite weird and was certainly then, and still is now, well beyond my understanding. What I did realise, though, was just how intimate an act it is when lovers photograph each other and particularly when they look at them together afterwards.

I showered after the filming, redid my make-up and applied some more perfume. I was ready for more love and sex and I wanted Rob to see that. I came out from the bathroom into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. He was lying on my bed watching football on the TV, it was the European Cup or something and England was playing, he looked up.




Fucked In School Uniform Ch. 02



"Hi babe, you look good."

"You don't look so bad yourself," I retorted, now having the confidence to leer at his body wrapped in the towel.

It was just getting dark so it must have been around ten. He'd been with me for almost three hours and we'd had sex twice, although I'd already cum more times in an evening than I'd ever done before. I was wondering when he would be ready again, or indeed, whether he would, for he had been making no advances, even when he photographed me and we looked at the pictures.

At last we had the scrambled eggs and smoked salmon. It was more a supper than a dinner, but it was still wonderfully romantic and erotic sitting at the glass topped kitchen table across from my lover. We were both just dressed in the towels and inevitably, or at times somewhat purposefully on my part, the towel tended to slip a bit. I saw his gaze on my breasts when I showed a little too much and noted with pleasure his look through the glass at my crossed legs with the hem of the towel right up round my crotch. I guessed that maybe from his angle he'd be able to see a flash or two of my tawny, neatly trimmed pubic hairs.

We didn't talk that much and I was starting to wonder whether we'd run out of topics to talk about. After all we only really had only tennis and sex in common, didn't we? And you can only say so much about either of them.

We finished the meal and had another glass of wine; the champagne was left uncorked in the fridge. I was now a little squiffy, for I'd had several glasses of wine on an empty stomach; I wasn't then that used to booze and I got tipsy quite quickly. That could, I suppose, have some downsides, but it had a number of massive upside; it made me lose my inhibitions, gave me enormous confidence and it made me feel enormously horny.

My chin in my hands and my elbows on the table I was very aware that the towel had slipped; I could feel that; I could feel the air on parts of my breasts it hadn't been on earlier; I knew that most of the swell on the top of the two mounds was bare and I was pretty certain that on both sides some pink of my nipples was showing. I also knew that where my legs were crossed the towel had fallen open and had ridden right up my legs and yes, indeed, I was flashing those neatly trimmed, tawny coloured pubes. I felt great.

I stared at him and he stared back. I smiled and he smiled. I stood up and he stayed seated. I walked round the table slowly and he watched me. I stood before him, about three feet away, and he just continued staring. He was slightly slouched in the chair with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He looked absofuckinglutely drop dead gorgeous I thought, as I ogled his hairy, full chest, his flat six pack stomach and his long, lean, muscular legs.

I slowly lifted my hands up to where the towel circled my body. I took the end that was folded inside the other in my fingers. And as I slowly pulled that away from the other, I looked right into his eyes and said, huskily.

"Robert, I'm going to fuck you right now."

Wow did that make me feel so grown up and mature. That's what proper lovers say and act I thought feeling ready to do just about anything.

Naked, I leaned forward and took hold of the towel around his waist. I slowly unravelled it and looked down at his manhood which, though certainly not erect, was not totally soft either. I felt brave and confident as I knelt between his legs holding his dick in my hand. 

I was in totally unchartered territory. I was doing something I'd never done before and acting in a way that, surprisingly, felt absolutely natural, but with which I had no experience. It seemed the right thing to do, the grown up, mature and sophisticated lover's act, a natural extension to what we'd done so far and a logical pushing out the boundaries of the sex-play between us. Yes, I was planning to suck my lover's cock. To lick it and fellate it as I'd read about so often in books. To let Rob shoot all over my face and even, if he wanted to cum in my mouth, as I'd seen in a porn video one of the girls showed at a party. The plan didn't go as far as to whether I'd swallow or not, I thought I'd play that by ear when the cum was actually in my mouth.

Holding, what I was pleased to see and feel was his hardening penis I brought it slowly towards my head. I bent further forward. I opened my mouth, I put my tongue out and I took a very deep breath. Although so aroused and excited I was also apprehensive and a little frightened. What would it feel like when it was in my mouth? What would the taste be like? Would I gag or choke? How much of it would I be able to get in? Would I be able to do it properly, as he was used to, as his older lovers did it to him? 

Lifting the continuously hardening cock I was about to slide it into my mouth when suddenly he got up pushing me away.

"No, don't, don't do that," he said sharply moving away from me and pulling his towel around him.

"Why Rob, why? What's the matter?"

"I don't like that. I don't like doing it or having it done to me."

I was puzzled and amazed. True I'd wondered several times why he hadn't tried to give me oral or asked me to suck him. My reading had told me without any doubt whatsoever that men wanted that. Some wanted a girl to suck them more than they wanted to fuck her, I'd read and most wanted to taste the sweet juices of his lover, especially when she was young and as presumably fresh as my eighteen years would make me. But he'd been giving me so much "straight" sex and was teaching me so much about having my breasts loved, both by him and by me, being fingered to fulfilment and having an almost full orgasm for sometimes the best part of an hour, that when I was with him the fact that we had no oral sex slipped my mind. After all that was continually exploding with climatic sensations which left little room for rational thought as well. 

When alone, though I did think about it. I thought about that and his obsession, almost, with my school uniform. I thought about why he was still single at thirty four and why he hung out with a group of male tennis coaches all of whom were in their early and mid twenties and I thought about the woman, the "old flame," he brought to the club sometimes. I also pondered on why someone of his age and apparent sexual maturity bothered with an inexperienced kid like me. I thought about all those things but I had no answers. To be truthful I didn't actually try too hard to find them for I was content with having him do what he did to me and sod the other circumstances.

But this shook me. I'd never for one moment thought a man would turn that down, after all how often is it that a naked eighteen year old chick asks to suck your cock? But he had. No doubt about that and I had no idea why other than what he'd just muttered. Was it something reasonably common or was it very rare? I didn't know and it wasn't something that the mags. or papers I read told us much about. Was it me, I wondered? Perhaps I put him off or did he truly have some odd aversion to what many people thought was the best aspect of sexual foreplay.

As I sat on the floor, totally crestfallen, not knowing whether to cover myself up or stay naked I managed to mutter.

"I'm sorry Rob, I'm very sorry."

He looked for a moment as if he was going to cry, but then he came over to me and took hold of my hands.

"No you don't need to be sorry Mandy; it's just a foible of mine."

"How's that?" I asked my voice muffled as it was pressed against his hairy chest.

"I just feel that I sort of violate you if we do that," he told me. 

I had no comprehension of what he meant but said nothing hoping he'd continue.

"You see Mandy," he went on, his fingers running slowly up and down my bare back and over the cheeks of my equally bare bum as I felt stirrings inside his towel, "I look at you differently to how most men probably do."

"Really?" I replied loving the feelings from his hands and his evidently growing dick. "How do you look at me then?"

"As a young girl, not a woman. I love your innocence and immaturity," he said pulling me to my feet and crushing my naked form to him.

"Oh fuck," I thought to myself. "And there's been me trying to pretend I'm all grown up and experienced."

"I see," I told him completely untruthfully, for I didn't at all see.

"It's the, oh I don't know, maybe purity perhaps, that turns me on Mandy. The freshness of your youth, the fact that you aren't overused. And because of that I don't want you to do things like that, or have you do them to me, it sort of sullies or demeans you."

As he was saying that his fingernails were digging into my bum hurting me and, I was sure, making marks on my skin. His erection was also rising quickly and he was pressing that deep into the softness of my tummy. 

"Do you understand?" he was asking as he started shoving his now fully extended and wonderfully hard erection up and down my tummy and over and over my pubic mound.

Taking the line of least resistance just before his mouth closed over mine and my arms went round his neck, I whimpered.

"Yes Robert, yes of course I do" I lied for I didn't really have any comprehension of all the purity and innocence bollocks. How did that sit with his big thing for my school uniform and him fucking me on the bonnet of his car or up against a tree?

I never got to fuck him as I intended, though, for with hardly any further ado he fucked me.

He turned me round pulling the towel away from his body as he did. I saw his cock and wanted to grip it for it looked magnificent. God how far had I come in these few short weeks I pondered as he pushed my hands away? He struggled both of us towards the glass topped, ten setting kitchen table. Visions of Kim Basinger in Nine and a Half Weeks or was it The Postman Knocks Twice, came to mind as he bent me over it? He pushed my body forward until it was resting on the table, my breasts and nipples squashed almost flat. It was bloody cold, but the excitement of this, what was to me, fairly extreme sex easily overcame that.

"Open your legs for me Amanda?" he asked his knee going between mine and showing me what to do. 

He had one hand in the middle of my back holding me down, as if I was going to struggle? The other was holding his cock as he bent his knees to bring that down to the level of my puss, which in my spread-legged position was wide open, just waiting to be filled.

I felt a pressure on my pussy lips, a moments fumbling, a second or two of preparation. Then, the most wondrous of sensations as he slithered his entire length slowly and purposefully all the way up my cunt. I felt my lips open then close around their visitor, gripping its hard, warm, throbbing length in the way that only a young girl's vagina can. 

He stayed like that for quite some time. It was amazing. I felt so full, bloated, if that's a word that can be applied to a girl having a cock filling her pussy to overflowing. I wiggled myself a little and got absolutely sensational feelings all over my tummy and, funnily, my bottom as well. I swear that I could have had a full orgasm without him moving at all.

But of course he did move. Quite rightly, well he had to didn't he, after all that's what a fuck is, isn't it, a man shoving his cock up and down inside a girl's cunt? 

He'd moved his hand from restraining me and was now holding both my hips, tightly, as he started to so marvellously drive his cock up and down and in and out of me. My body was exploding with sensations. I had extreme feelings everywhere and was starting to cum. But that didn't matter for what Rob had taught me was that I could have multiple orgasms with hardly a gap between them, so that in effect I had one continuous climax. And that's exactly what I did for, what I found out later was, over fifteen minutes of him shagging me. At the time it didn't occur to me and it was only afterwards that I wondered whether he had fantastic control or whether he'd been struggling to cum

At last, after what seemed the most marvellous period of endless sexual ecstasy he started to climax.

"Yes, yes, fucking hell yes Mandy, I'm cumming."

"Yes Rob, yes cum for me," I moaned back, having learned that he liked me talking during sex.

As his fingers dug harder and harder into the flesh on my hips, pulling me more firmly against him, I felt him first take those faster, deeper thrusts a man uses when he feels that he's nearly ready to cum, the surges needed to launch his sperm I suppose. Then, when that was ready to explode, I felt him slow down, go even deeper and almost hold himself as far in me as he could as it made its journey up the tubes inside that wonderful cylinder of throbbing flesh. 

That all sounds very calm and collected doesn't it? But as I was shagged properly from behind for the first time it was far from that. 

Without his restraining hand I had, several times raised myself so that I was almost standing straight. That, not only seemed to increase the intensity of the sensations in my pussy, but also gave him, and me, access to my tits and nipples, that we both squeezed and rubbed and pinched. It also meant that he could reach my clit and that gave me yet another first. A fuck from behind, with fingers on my most sensitive place at the Mandye time. God I was learning so much so quickly wasn't I? "Fuck, fuck fuck," he groaned. "You fucking dirty little bitch, you cock sucking Lolita." "Yes Rob, yes," I retorted fuck me, fuck me harder."

He pulled my head round by my hair, hurting me a little, but I was too far gone for that to really register. We kissed, or slurped at each others mouths really for the angles and his thrusts made proper kiss contact difficult, but so what, his tongue in my mouth and my lips on his chin were plenty enough, given what was going on elsewhere.

At last though it had to end. He was moaning and grunting and I was sighing, sobbing and groaning. Our bodies were shuddering with sensations and we were squirming against the other to gain every last bit of feeling and sexual pleasure from this momentous fuck.

Until then I was a little dubious when I read that some women felt a man's sperm inside them. Dubious I suppose because the times men had shot their load into me it was captured by the condom. 

It was then, as Rob exploded that I did feel his sperm smash around inside me, and I realised that he hadn't worn a condom.



 I was as worried as hell. Not pregnancy for I was, of course, on the pill, but from the disease angle. I was petrified of catching something whether it be VD, herpes or the big one. 

As he slipped out of me and we both realised what we'd done, he was immediately full of remorse. He cuddled me, apologised profusely and said how sorry he was. As scared as I was I couldn't completely blame him could I? After all a girl has to take some responsibility doesn't she? I mean we claim that we have the right to change our implied yes to a categorical no even when a man's buried deep inside us. If that's the case then we should be aware enough to remind our fellow that he's riding bareback shouldn't we? Yeah, right! You show me a red-blooded woman who can change her mind with six inches or so of hard man inside her or can think to say, "hey you've forgotten the johnny" and I'll show you a liar or an ice maiden, more likely both!

I washed very carefully trying to clean myself, even though I knew full well that would be to no avail if he was affected with anything. I managed to put it out of my mind, though and after a bath I slipped into a clean pair of tight, white CK boxers and a loose tee that I sometimes wear as my PJs. 

In spite of the unfortunate incident and the rather surprising, I thought at the time even though subsequent events have shown Rob not to be unusual, lack of stamina on his part, I was looking forward to sleeping with him. I'd never yet slept with a man; in fact earlier this evening was the first time I'd actually been in a bed with one! The idea of being held and cuddled, of pressing my breasts against his back, of feeling his body against mine was so romantic as well as hugely sexy that I so wanted that to happen. The fact that almost certainly we wouldn't have sex before going off to sleep was ok by me, for the potential thrill of being woken up by an erection being pressed against my bottom was more than ample compensation.

"What's happened?" I stammered as I walked into the kitchen. "Why are you dressed?"

"Sorry babe, something's come up, I have to go?"

"Go? Go where? Where do you have to go?" I, almost, whined with disappointment.

"There's a problem at the flat, my flatmate just called."

I was perplexed. I was confused and becoming angry for I just couldn't comprehend how there could be a problem at the flat that would make him have to leave. I asked him about the problem and what it was, but he was evasive. I asked him when his flatmate had called and he said he had called him about another matter a few moments ago. That made me suspicious for I was sure I would have heard the phone.

I'd obviously had suspicions about Rob. I couldn't completely explain what they were, but inevitably when a girl is never taken home by a man there's some form of problem, isn't there? Well it stands to reason, doesn't it? Maybe not the kind of girl to take home to mother? Although mothers didn't actually feature in my suspicions of him, funnily enough!

"So you're just going, are you?"

"I'm afraid I have to?"

"Will you be back? I mean it's only twelve thirty," I asked feeling a little foolish standing there in what I thought was my sexy night gear almost pleading with him.

"No, it'll be too late, I'll call you tomorrow."

A little evil streak came into me.

"No tell you what let me call you when you get home."

"Ok," he answered just before I added.

"On your house phone." I didn't have that number and had never called him there. Hmmm why?

"No call on the car phone."

"No I'd prefer the landline Rob."

"Why?"

"Why not?" I retorted. "Unless you've something to hide."

"What could I have to hide?" he asked.

"I've got no idea," even though I was more and more developing an idea.

"Well there's nothing to hide."

"Ok so what's the number?" I asked.

"Rob? Come on I'll call it now, chat to your flatmate," I told him mischievously.

"Fuck you," were the last words I ever heard him speak as he walked out on me.

Of course the woman he sometimes brought to the tennis club wasn't an old flame. Of course he wasn't doing her a favour and of course he was living with her. They were, even as he was fucking me, making wedding plans.

No wonder as time as gone on I have become somewhat disillusioned with men.