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First Published: 21 November 2014

Missing the School Bus
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, m/F, m/ff, M/ff, Oral, First Time, Under Age, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

It was the same routine every day, well, every school day that is, I woke to my alarm clock radio playing Radio One's Gemma Cairney at six o'clock and if I was still in bed when Nick Grimshaw took over at six-thirty I knew I was deeply in the shit. I would take a quick shower and dress in my school uniform and eat my breakfast with a towel wrapped around my head drying my hair. Then I would spend fifteen minutes drying, brushing and styling my hair while my mother shouted at me to get a move on or she'd leave me to walk into the village to catch the school bus. Mind you, no matter how loudly she shouted at me I still found a few moments to put a little mascara on and the subtlest of eye shadow, blusher and lipstick, just enough to make me look human but not enough to incur the wrath of the schools 'Dress Code Gestapo' and risk being sent home.

My mother drove me the mile from our hamlet to the nearby village to wait for the school bus while my mother turned around and drove back past our front door on her way to work in the city. I usually had to wait for five minutes for the school bus with Elle Patterson who was just about my best friend in the world and Paul Maitland who was two years older than me and Elle. Paul would chat with us until the bus came but as soon as it arrived he would dump us to go and sit at the rear of the bus with the rest of the kids from his year who dominated the rear of the bus. Elle and I had to sit at the front of the bus with the rest of the younger kids.

We had all been issued with new bus passes on the previous Friday, the school had changed the contract for the bus company and from the Monday we'd have to look out for a different bus to take us to school. On the first day of the new bus contract my mother dropped me off at the usual time; Paul was sitting on the bench as he usually was and Elle was walking towards the bench from the direction of her street, again, just as she did every day at that time.

I dodged my mother's request for a kiss goodbye and closed the car door a little harder than my mother liked me to and started walking from the curb to the bench. Paul wished me a good morning as he usually did and then we both looked toward Elle and waited for her to join us before we started our usual banal conversation as a threesome. Paul waited for five minutes before he dropped his bombshell, I had checked my watch and said, "The new bus is late, not a very good start to their new contract is it?"

Then Paul suppressed a grin as he said, "Oh, the new bus, I think they were early, I'm sure I saw it go past my house twenty minutes ago."

"They would have waited for us if they were early."

"Well, they probably would have if they had kept the old drivers; they would know who got on the bus and where but the new bus was driven by an Asian driver that I've never seen before on the school bus. I spoke to John on Friday afternoon and he said that the new company weren't paying as much as the old company and he said that all the drivers were looking for other jobs that paid better.

"Why didn't you tell me that while my mother was still here? She could have taken me back home; I don't even have a key to let myself in the house."

"If you had told your mum that the bus had gone she wouldn't have taken you home, she would have insisted on taking all of us to school, that would have made her late for work and made her mad. At least now you can say hand on heart that you didn't know that the bus had already gone until after you realised that it was late getting here."

Well, I guess that Paul had the whole 'Plausible Deniability' thing going on but I had never ditched school in my life, in fact, I actually quite liked school, no, stop it, stop booing and cat-calling. I'm not one of those students who sat at the front of the class or raised my hand when the teacher threw out a question to the class but I could answer all of the questions asked in class because I paid attention all the time in class.

I spotted Elle's mother's car pulling out of her side road which brought me straight back to the moment and the problem of getting to school. "Elle, quick look, it's your mum, wave to her, get her attention!"

I expected Elle to turn and attract her mother's attention but instead she kept her back to her street, "What are you doing Elle, you need to attract your mother's attention, stop her driving off."

Elle looked over her shoulder, "Oh dear, too late, look, she's driven off."

" ELLE! Do you have a key to your house?"

"No."

"And neither do I, so we're out here on the street all day now, what if it rains? And what are we going to do all day? We'll be bored to death."

Paul had a 'Cat that got the cream' smile on his face, "Isn't anyone going to ask me if I've got a key to my house?"

I looked at him but had a stern scowl on my face, I could guess the answer but I supposed that I had to ask, "Paul, do you have a key to your house?"

"No!"

"Grrrr. Why the hell did you make me ask you if you don't have a key?"

"Because I don't need a key, my dad's at home."

"Then we can ask him for a lift to school."

"Well, we could but he was out drinking last night and had to get a taxi home so he doesn't have his car at home today."

"Won't he mind us all hanging round all day at your house?"

"No, he loves having young girls hanging round the house; he'd prefer them to be wearing bikinis rather than school uniforms though."

I put my hands on my hips and scowled again to show my disapproval at Paul's comment but Elle had burst out giggling so I was wasting my trying to remonstrate with Paul and after a few moments we all headed off towards Paul's house.

The path to Paul's front door went close to his living room window and as we passed Elle started giggling all over again, I noticed that she was looking in the window so I took a look too, Paul's father was sitting watching the TV and all he was wearing was his underpants, fortunately they were baggy boxer style pants so they didn't show much of his body but the thing that was making Elle laugh wasn't just that Paul's father was sitting in the living room in his underpants but that the underpants in question were covered in a bright red lip motif.

Paul led the way into his living room and his dad jumped up, it had come as a bit of a shock to him to have his privacy suddenly invaded by his son and two friends. Paul's dad suddenly made a dive for the TV's remote control and because he was so desperate to hide what was on the TV, it made us all look at the screen all the closer and I for one was shocked to see a man and a woman on the screen totally naked and fucking like rabbits.

The TV was switched from DVD feed to TV feed and the Morning news program replaced the man and women panting away on the screen. Paul was told to get us all a drink while his dad searched for a dressing gown to put on. Paul asked what we wanted to drink, I asked if he had any pure orange juice and he nodded his head, then he looked at Elle, she grinned and asked if she could have a beer or something stronger. I couldn't believe my ears, I'd never known Elle to be interested in alcohol before or at least she'd never mentioned it to me in the past.

Elle, Paul and I sat on the sofa watching TV, it was only the news but then in the UK at that time of day all you really got was news or baby programs. When Paul's father returned he had a short towelling robe wrapped around his body that was much too small for him and was probably Paul's robe. Paul pointed to the coffee table, "I opened you a can of Stella, Elle asked for one too, was it okay to give her one?"

"I'm sure that you'd love to give Elle one Paul, what about your other friend? What's her name and what did you put in her orange juice?"

"This is Vicky, she's a good girl, all she wanted was juice."

"Well, I'm going into the other room to mess around on the computer, anyone want to challenge me to a game of some sort."

Elle looked at me first to see if I was going to volunteer to go and play on the computer with Paul's dad, then she looked at Paul, then I saw her face turn into a grin, "I'll come and play with you Mr. Maitland."

Then it was Paul's father's turn to smile, a huge Cheshire Cat grin, "I'd love you to play with me darling, grab your beer and come with me and please call me John, Mr. Maitland makes me sound really old and I'm not that old, honestly!"

Paul cocked his head to one side as if he were waiting for something more from his father, then Paul whispered, "And in a few minutes I'm going to feel like a teenager again!"

There was a skip in Elle's step that I'd never seen before, she grabbed her can of beer and followed John through the door and out of sight. As soon as the door closed Paul slipped closer to me on the sofa, draped his arm over my shoulder and turned my face towards his and he kissed me. I froze, silly really, I'd been friends with Paul, well, casual acquaintances with him, for almost two years, we chatted before the bus came every day and he always waited with me until my mum or dad picked me up from the bus after school. Almost two years and he's never even hinted that he wanted to kiss me before.

I almost swooned; he was the first boy to kiss me that I wasn't related to in my life, I was still sitting there frozen, my lips pursed in the kiss and my eyes still closed long after Paul had broken off the kiss. He laughed a little which caused me to blush and feel very foolish and I reacted the only way I knew how, I lashed out and punched Paul on his shoulder, I know that it didn't hurt him and it just caused him to laugh even louder.

Paul kissed me again, I resisted this time but eventually I gave in and allowed the kiss. The second kiss lasted much longer, Paul tried to get his tongue into my mouth but I kept my mouth tightly closed. Paul mad a quick sortie to first base, I pushed his hand away and looked nervously at the open doorway that Elle and his father had passed through a few minutes earlier, "What if your dad comes back?"

Paul laughed again, "He won't come back in here until after he's got everything he wants from Elle and when he does come back here it will only be to take you next!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'd say he's going to try and fuck Elle, it usually takes him a while to get in a girl as young as Elle to let him but after he's done her he'll want a crack at you next and I'd rather do you before my dad!"

Paul's hand came back to cup my breast through my blouse and he leaned in to kiss me again but I dodged his mouth to keep looking at the open doorway, I left his hand on my breast for a few moments because it actually felt nice to be touched by a boy for the first time but then fear took over and forced me to push Paul's hand away again.

Paul started the DVD again and the screen burst from the grey news and into the world of pink I looked from the door to the TV screen just as the man on top of the woman lifted up, the camera was between her feet and as his bottom moved towards the top of the screen his cock looked like it was about three feet long before it crowned and seemed to fall out of her cunt. I jumped, partly because a jet of semen suddenly spurted from the monster cock on the screen and hit the brown circle of the woman's anus and partly because Paul's hand slipped onto my bare thigh and headed north towards the hem of my school skirt.

I looked away from the TV again and looked over to the open doorway, Paul forced a kiss and as our lips were locked his fingertips got up as far as the side of my knickers under my dress before I stopped him, " PAUL STOP! I don't want to get caught by your dad or Elle!"

"Why don't you just pop along to the toilet, you'll see the dining room door will be open, I'm sure as soon as you see Elle and my dad in there you'll realise that neither of them is going to worry about what we're doing in here."

I didn't need to use the toilet but I did need to see why Paul was so sure that we had nothing to fear about being discovered messing about in the living room. Paul was right, the door into what should have been the dining room was wide open, just as the living room door had been. Elle and John were sitting on two typist's chairs side by side watching hard-core pornography on the computer's extra-wide screen monitor.

The two of them seemed to be engrossed in the action on the screen, I thought that they were just watching passively but then I spotted that John's dressing gown was wide open and Elle's school tie was on the floor behind her coiled up like a Cobra ready to strike. Elle looked away from the screen and down at John's lap, then I realised that Elle's left hand was in John's lap too and her arm was moving up and down slightly, slow and rhythmically. John kissed Elle on her lips and then I saw her blouse slide off of her right shoulder helped on its way by John.

As Elle's bra strap popped into view Paul reached for my arm, he whispered in my ear, "You can stand here and watch Elle and my dad have fun or you can come back in the living room and we can have a little fun of our own."

Paul dragged me back into the living room, my eyes were on Elle and John until they disappeared behind the door frame, then I looked at Paul, he had taken his tie off and his shirt was open, there were no hairs on his chest, not like his dad, John's chest looked like a gorilla's chest covered in thick black curly hair.

The porn film in the living room was still playing to itself as Paul pulled me down onto the sofa amd as he kissed me he started to undo my school tie, then, after he had thrown it to the floor he took my left hand and placed it flat against his chest, he pulled his lips away just long enough to say, "I like it when a girl strokes my body all over."

Paul's lips locked onto my lips again and as his right hand came up under my chin, he was struggling to undo my top button and as he did that I started to rub my hand up and down his body, I was surprised to find that Paul's nipples responded to my palm rubbing over them. I had seen a girl's nipple respond to cold or excitement before but I had thought that was unique to girls and women, it had never occurred to me that a boy might derive pleasure from having his breasts fondled.

It took Paul an age to work the top button of my blouse open but once he'd mastered that one the others seemed to take just a few seconds to pop open under his fingers. Paul had managed to get his tongue into my mouth by the time the last button was undone on my blouse. I relaxed a little as Paul cupped and fondled my breasts through my bra cups, ' I really wish I'd have known what I was going to do today, I'd have put on a lacy lingerie set, my scarlet or my black set! ' ran through my mind.

I was actually getting into this, it wasn't a bit like I had imagined it would be, my first fumble with a boy, I had expected it to be at a youth-club disco or the cinema. I had also expected it to have happened when I was a little older too but I had been dreaming about my first time, I'd even practiced kissing, a few times with Elle but usually on my own, kissing the soft mound between my thumb and index finger and, well, I had given myself a little pleasure with my fingers between my legs and I had 'Fucked' my pillow a few times, pretending that it was a boy and I was on top, humping 'Cow-girl' style.

I was brought back from my thoughts by Paul's fingertips easing the cups of my bra up and over my breasts. "Lean forward."

I lifted my back from the seat and Paul flicked the rear catch of my bra open and my bra, my blouse and Paul's shirt all flew onto the floor in front of the couch. Paul stopped kissing me on my lips and he started to nuzzle against my exposed breasts, gently chewing on my nipples which reacted almost painfully as they grew beyond any point they had ever grown to in my life before. My left hand had reached the belt of Paul's trousers and was about to make the return journey up to his chest and his erect little nipples when he breathed in sharply and grabbed my wrist, pushing my hand down the front of his trousers and underpants.

I froze like a rabbit again; in all of my daydreams about sex I had never fantasised this scenario, having a boy place the palm of my hand right on top of his cock inside of his trousers. All of my fantasies had been about what a boy would do to me; I had never even considered that the boy would want me to reciprocate. I eventually formed my hand into a fist around Paul's cock as he delivered a great deal of pleasure to my body through my breasts, then I felt his warm and sweaty palm on my upper thigh again.

Paul didn't stop working my breasts with his mouth as his hand slipped up under my skirt and as he did that he started to rock his hips so that his cock slid back and forth inside my fist. After thirty minutes of pleasure Paul took a break from eating my titties, he stood up and dropped his trousers and underpants, kicking both across the room like a football. Then Paul pulled me to my feet and yanked my skirt down to the floor, leaving me standing in just my white cotton knickers and knee length white socks.

Paul stepped into me and pressed his rock hard cock against the front of my knickers. There was a sound from the doorway, John Maitland was clearing his throat, I crapped myself as I pulled my lips away from Paul's and looked towards the door.

"Don't let me disturb you two, I just wanted to tell you that Elle and I are going upstairs, there's plenty of room in my bed if you two want to join us and have your fun in comfort."

My jaw dropped a little, there in the doorway, arms wrapped around each other were Elle and John, both totally naked, Elle's fist was wrapped around John's cock and she was rubbing him furiously as if her life depended on her getting him off as quickly as possible.

John suddenly stopped Elle wanking him by grabbing a hold of her wrist, "God girl that was close, I don't want to cum over your hand, I want to cum in your belly!"

And with that John and Elle slipped away from the doorway, I remained motionless with Paul prodding his cock against my knickers until I heard the sound of bare feet padding up the stairs. "You want to go up and watch my dad fucking Elle?"

My head almost cracked like a whip I moved it so fast to look into Paul's eyes, total confusion swept over me and Paul took that moment to kiss me on my lips again and as he kissed me he pushed my knickers to the floor.

"You wanted to watch them play in the dining room, don't you want to watch Elle go all the way for the first time with a grown man?"

"You mean that you're dad wants us to watch him do Elle?"

"Yes, I want to watch him do her too. But I want to be the first to fuck you."

Paul's hand was now between my legs, he was forcing them apart and as we stood there he jabbed one finger up into my cunt, then he pulled it back a little and found my magic button with the third pad of his middle finger and as his finger moved in and out of my pussy a fraction of an inch at a time the soft pad of his finger was pressing my clitoris against my pubic bone.

The speed of my climax and the strength took me by surprise, I started to move my hand to pull his hand away but before I could I had lost motor control. Messages were being processed in my head and dispatched to my hands but somewhere at the crossing point in my spine the messages coming from my vagina and clitoris were swamping the messages heading for my hands and I stood there, arms away from my sides shivering and shaking through my first ever orgasm at someone else's hand.

Whenever I masturbated myself I just used simple clitoral and labia stimulation, nothing ever went inside my fanny, it took an age to get up to the boil and as soon as the whistle started to blow I would stop and fall asleep satiated. Paul took me way past boiling point, my whistle had blown and the pressure had shot the whistle unit right off the spout. I was desperate for Paul to stop but couldn't say anything and couldn't move. I started to panic, I honestly thought that Paul would keep rubbing until I died.

Fortunately nature took over, as soon as my leg muscles realised that they were on their own and they weren't getting the food and oxygen they needed they just packed up and went home and I sank slowly to the floor.

I didn't fully pass out, just lost the battle with standing under the onslaught of an orgasm that was way beyond any form of pleasure that I had ever experienced in my life, I was looking up at Paul in total disbelief, there was no way on earth that one person could or should be able to exercise that level of pleasure on another human being.

Now here's the thing, I was totally naked, Paul was totally naked, John and Elle were both totally naked and they had both seen Paul and I naked and none of that had seemed particularly wrong or bad or worse, disgusting but as I looked up at Paul he did something totally disgusting, he looked at his finger, it was soaking wet with my juice and there was a little smear of blood on it from cracking my hymen and the filthy bugger put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.

After sucking his finger clean Paul started to lick the palm of his hand and up as far as his wrist, he saw the look of disgust on my face and he smiled down at me, "Don't look like that, it tastes delicious, here, you taste me."

Paul thrust his hips into my face, now I wasn't a complete rube, just a naive teenager, I'd heard of girls sucking a boy's cock before and of all the girls who said they had sucked a boy's cock not a single one of them had said that it tasted bad or anything so as Paul thrust his cock against my lips I just opened my mouth and allowed Paul to push his cock into my mouth.

As soon as he was in my mouth he grabbed my head tight in both hands, "Just get used to it and you'll be okay."

I didn't understand his comments or why he was holding my head in place quite so tightly but suddenly it washed over me, the tip of my tongue touched his cock and the taste was like getting an electric shock in my mouth. I tried to fight my way off of his cock but couldn't manage it, but my fighting had a counter effect to what I'd hoped, as my head bounced about trying to get away from his cock there was a little spurt of pre-cum jumped into my mouth and the disgusting taste intensified and slowly disappeared.

When I stopped fighting Paul he let my head go and started to slowly fuck my mouth, he gave me directions, what he wanted me to do with my mouth and tongue as he fucked my face and slowly I started to do it. Paul suddenly pulled his hips back and he let fly four long spurts of semen all over my face.

I did my usual thing and froze to the spot still sitting on the floor naked. Paul reached down and picked up my panties and used them to wipe my face clean. "You have no idea how sexy you looked with my spunk all over your face."

Paul took my hand and pulled me to my feet, then he kept on pulling and dragged me through his house to the stairs. We were outside his father's bedroom door in a flash, Elle was on top of John, her knees were either side of John's head and pointing at the open doorway so I could clearly see John's tongue flicking in and out of Elle's cunt, every fifth flick washed over her clitoris and caused her body to jump.

Paul pulled me into the bedroom and around the two on the bed, Elle had her jaw stretched impossibly wide and her lips spread over John's cockhead. Elle was cupping John's balls with her left hand and her right hand was masturbating him rubbing from his balls to her lips along his cock as she sucked and licked his cockhead.

"Oh hi you two, glad you could join us."

Elle's mouth left John's cock with a 'Pop' when she heard John welcoming Paul and me into the bedroom. Elle looked over at Paul's cock and then at my uncovered pussy mound, "Has Paul done you yet?"

I shook my head.

"John's tried me but can't get in, look, his cock is massive!"

I suddenly had to stifle a laugh, I was standing in just my knee length white school socks and all Elle had on was her knee length school socks too, both John and Paul were totally naked, the comedy of the picture just tickled me to death. John eased himself out from under Elle's body and he stood by Paul's side, "Elle told me that you two used to practice kissing for when you got boyfriends!"

I nodded my head in agreement.

"When was the last time you did it together?"

"Ages ago."

Elle giggled, "Come on, don't be shy, it was three weeks ago when we were at my house doing French homework and I said, 'I know something French we could practice.' and we practiced kissing but you wouldn't let me try Frenching you."

I felt my face heat up and knew my face was turning as red as my hair.

John laughed at my blushing, "Why don't you girls show me and Paul how you kissed three weeks ago and how Elle wanted you to kiss!"

I stepped back but Elle jumped off the bed and made a dive for me, I fought her a little but she whispered, "Come on Vicky, play the game, this is the most fun I've ever had in my life and you could make it so much better."

Elle kissed me and I stopped fighting her, my eyes were closed tightly, I wanted to block Paul and John out of my mind as much as I possibly could. Elle managed to get her tongue into my mouth and she encouraged my tongue into her mouth.

Elle and I were momentarily lost in our own world, for me we were back in the privacy of Elle's bedroom and we were innocently practicing our kissing technique on each other. Okay, this time was slightly different, we were both naked for a start and the last time we kissed Elle wasn't copping a feel of my naked breasts and my hands weren't on Elle's naked hips, stroking her sides gently. We were both brought back to earth by John asking Elle and me to turn slightly towards him and Paul and to move our heads apart slightly so they could see our tongues working in each other's mouths.

Elle turned first, she was very keen to please John Maitland, I turned as well, but mainly because she had, our mouths parted slightly and as they did my tongue slipped almost all the way out of Elle's mouth, just the pointy tip of my tongue was still between Elle's lips. I opened my eyes because John told to Paul to turn the light on because there wasn't enough light. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw that John was holding a large video camera and he was filming Elle and me totally naked and French kissing while Elle was rolling one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and because we had turned apart slightly, my hand that had been on Elle's left hip was now stroking up and down over her small patch of fine dark hair covering her pubic mound.

Don started to direct Elle and me, telling us what to do but asking us over and over again not to look directly at him or his camera. Elle was far keener than I was to get into the dirtier side of things. She was very keen to lick between my legs and was very miffed at me because I was less keen to lick between her legs.

Eventually John had me laying on my back with my legs hanging off the side of the bed, then Elle lay on top of me kissing me with her legs spread even wider and on the outsides of my legs, John got right down between our legs to film our pussies as out mounds rubbed together, then, as John backed away he told us both to lie still and suddenly I felt Paul's hot tongue licking my cunney out. And as Paul licked between my legs John climbed on the bed and knelt by Elle's and my heads as he continued to film his son licking he slipped his cock between mine and Elle's faces and began to rub it back and forth between our mouths.

Paul moved slightly and I felt Elle stiffen as Paul started licking her cunt out, then he returned to my cunt and back to Elle's a few more times, then Elle giggled and suddenly I felt the tip of Paul's tongue around my bum-hole, just a flicker before he licked my clitoris again and then he moved on to Elle again and again after a moment she giggled again and Paul returned to licking my bum out again.

"You ready Paul?"

"Yes dad, can you see okay?"

"Yes, I can get it all but keep your head out of the way."

That was strange, how could Paul lick our pussies but keep his head out of the way at the same time? I suddenly felt a stabbing pain deep between my legs and realised that it wasn't Paul's tongue, he had stabbed his cock deep into my cunt in one thrust, he had got his cock all the way in, up to his balls before I even realised that he had changed position.

Paul only thrust into me once and then he pulled all the way out and I felt Elle stiffen and shake as her body was pushed up over my own slightly and I realised that Paul's cock was now in my friend's cunt. Paul fucked us in turn, starting with just one thrust at a time, ramming his cock into each of us as hard as he could, then he gave me two thrusts before pulling out and did the same to Elle, then three thrusts each and then four.

John asked if Paul was close, Paul must have nodded his head because his dad said, "Okay then, finish off in Elle and as soon as you finish spurting pull out, roll Elle off of Vicky and then you can carry on with Vicky as I get better acquainted with Elle."

Paul pulled his cock out of my pussy and I felt Elle rock on top of me, her eyes closed and she stopped sucking and licking John's cock and her back arched, then she shivered and then she exploded as she rocketed off on her climax. Paul started grunting moments later and suddenly Paul grabbed Elle and rolled her onto the bed at my side.

There was a flurry of activity and John jumped off the bed and ran round to Elle and lifted her knees and pulled her against his belly. Elle grunted in pain and grabbed my hand, she squeezed my hand tight and then started to pant as if she was in labour and practicing the Lamaze breathing technique.

Paul offered me his cock to suck and as my mouth engulfed his cock and took it into my mouth down to his balls I looked up and saw that he was holding the camera now and it was pointing at his father and Elle. John was now working very hard, he was throwing his body against Elle's so hard that it sounded like he was slapping her bum with his hips.

I sucked Paul until his cock was hard and had grown to full size again and then it was too hard to keep his cock as far in my mouth and slowly his balls moved away from my chin. Elle was gasping, crying, begging John to stop, begging John not to stop, giggling and cackling like a demented fool, then she gripped my hand extra hard and John fell on top of her body and he was still, still apart from the muscular jerk each time a spurt of semen was generated and fired out into Elle's belly.

Paul gave John a moment to recover his breath and then the camera was handed over and while Elle slept half on and half hanging off the bed Paul fucked me again while his dad filmed us doing it. It took Paul around forty minutes of determined hard work fucking me, I lost the plot well before he climaxed and before I could feel Paul shooting into my belly I was asleep like Elle.

Paul and John left us girls dribbling away all over the bed and floor for almost an hour, they only woke us to offer us food and something to drink, it was twelve noon and John asked me if I felt up to trying a turn with him after lunch. As we ate our food we were asked if either of us would be willing to take a load of spunk in our mouths while we were being filmed or if either of us would lick a load of spunk out of the cunt of the other one, Elle was up for both jobs, me, I still thought that part of sex was disgusting.

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