The Sweet Smell of Sexcess

After the action-packed sex-fest that was Saturday, Sunday seemed very tame by comparison. Mum, Dad and I went on an outing to Wicksteed Park, which was nice but less fun than the last time we’d been, five years previously. I don’t think they realised now I was eighteen I’d grown out of swings, slides and climbing frames.

Mum wittered on about the shortness of my skirt and tightness of my top, but I enjoyed the stares and occasional wolf-whistles that came my way. I was slightly taken aback by one boy’s reaction while I was queuing for ice creams. He was leaning, back to the wall, a few yards from the kiosk. He had his baseball cap on backwards and was holding an ice cream cone in his left hand. When he caught my eye he casually formed the fingers of his right hand into a tube and jerked them slowly at the front of his jeans.

The inference was obvious and I quickly looked away as I felt my whole face and neck turn hot. I was shocked that this 16-year-old lad would make such an overtly sexual gesture in public.

An image of the boy was etched indelibly in my mind, except in my vivid imagination he had his stiff cock in his hand and was casually wanking as he ate his ice cream. The thought of him masturbating because of my short skirt and tight top made my pulse race and warm feelings throb from my pussy to breasts and back again. By the time I’d bought our ices and returned to the table where my parents sat, my panties were decidedly soggy.

And that was another thing that puzzled me – my gushing pussy. I felt sure it wasn’t normal to leak like Niagara Falls every time I had a wicked thought. Natalie became decidedly damp when we got it on together, but nothing like the outpouring of juices that my vagina produced. She seemed to enjoy my copious cunny cream, but it was a little inconvenient when out for the day in public. Fortunately I’d taken the precaution of slipping a sanitary pad into my shoulder bag and nipped to the loos to install it in the soaked crotch of my panties.

As we finished our picnic break I realised what was missing. Natalie had been invited but couldn’t join us because her folks had planned a family visit to a sick relative in Birmingham and she couldn’t get out of it. Shame really, as we would have had a great laugh together.

All I had, as I slipped into bed that night, were her panties to keep me company. I had been quite shocked when she’d insisted on keeping my smelly old pair of knickers. I couldn’t believe she was so aroused by the pong! Then she’d given me her soggy panties to keep and I was beginning to see her point. Lying in bed that night, diddling myself gently off to sleep, I had followed her example and brought her highly aromatic undies up to my nose. Instead of being repulsed, I found her fanny fragrance really appealing. Kind of earthy, musty and a little bit fishy... but also mildly intoxicating and deeply stimulating.

I rolled onto my tummy and drew up one knee, my favourite position for a long, luxurious finger fuck. With my face buried in Nat’s knickers, and my hand full of fluffy pink towel – I wasn’t risking wet sheets again – I slowly sank into a blissful, dreamlike trance.

My face was once again immersed in Natalie’s delicious honey pot, and I had no trouble imagining it was her hand rubbing my pussy. My tongue licked and wriggled in her juicy hole, and my lips sucked on her engorged clitoris. Nat’s fingers alternated between brushing the soft towelling against my burning crotch then slipping deep into my cunny and curling forward to touch my G-spot.

In no time I was gasping and moaning as waves of delight spread out from my pussy and my legs began to twitch. Just as I reached the point of no return, that exhilarating peak of ecstasy, the image switched unbidden from Natalie to a boy with his cap on backwards. In his left hand was a dripping ice cream, and beside it, in his right, was a stiff, straining, pulsating cock!

“Go on, take a lick,” he said. “You know you want to...”

I reached out with my tongue and lapped up a mouthful of cool, sweet ice cream while keeping my eyes glued to his swollen, dripping cockhead.

“Now the other...” he said. “You know you really want to...”

My lips slipped over his throbbing red glans, my tongue sucked it deep into my mouth and instantly my head exploded in a firework display of rockets and sparklers.

AAAHHH!

My hips humped forward and fingers sank to their knuckles. Ooohhh, aaahhh, mmm. I tried to keep quiet but heard something squeaking in time with the spasms in my legs. I was vaguely aware the noise came from my bed’s legs scraping on the bare floorboards, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. My body had been taken over by aliens and was beyond my control. It was wonderfully, terrifyingly, beautifully awesome.

Eventually my orgasmic freefall from the cliffs of climax, slowed to a blissful glide into the sunlit valley of cum-delirium.

“Fu...uuck!” I gasped as the last ripples and twitches faded away. What a melt down!

Why had it taken me so long to discover this garden of delights? And how was it that I’d become so turned on by both pussies and cocks? A realisation dawned that filled me with both wonder and dread. I’d turned into a nymphomaniac!

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“Natalie?” I whispered urgently as we sat outside during Monday morning break. “Do you think I’m turning into a nympho?”

“Oohh!” She grinned. “I do hope so!”

“No, I’m serious, Nat.” I stared intently into her eyes. “I dreamed about a boy I saw at Wicksteed Park yesterday...” She frowned and pouted.

“Oh, God no, Nat.” I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Nothing like that. I didn’t fancy him at all. He was only sixteen or so. But the cheeky little bugger did that wanking thing...” I demonstrated with my hand, “as I was waiting in the queue at the ice cream kiosk.”

“What a knobhead!” she said.

“Yeah. My thoughts, exactly. But last night, as I was drifting off to sleep and dreaming about you...” She smiled for the first time.

I smiled back. “Your panties may have had something to do with it.”

“Good swap, eh?” She winked seductively.

“Yeah, amazing turn on, thanks. Well... I was just getting myself off nicely when that little knobhead appears – or, more accurately, his cock did – and I couldn’t help myself...”

“Oh, Mandy... you didn’t?” She frowned again.

“Couldn’t stop myself. I licked his ice cream... then I sucked his cock!” I giggled, but Natalie didn’t laugh. “I had the biggest orgasm ever, Nat. I seem to be addicted to cocks as well as pussies. Does that make me a nympho?”

Natalie sucked in a deep breath then let it out in a long sigh. “No, Mandy. It means you’re bisexual. But I don’t know what you see in boys. They’re devious, manipulating pricks, every one of them. So, don’t talk to me about cocks, Mandy. I never want to see one.”

The bell rang and I said I’d see her before I caught my bus home. Natalie had different classes to me, lived near the school and went home to lunch, so we normally caught for up a chat while I waited for the bus. She headed for French, I legged it to the biology lab.

As I made my way towards an empty lab stool a hand grabbed my arm. It was Sonya Willetts. She pulled me close and growled in my ear. “Gym changing room, 12.45.”

She let me go without making eye contact and I stumbled to my seat, my head whirling. What did she want? I’d meant to get Natalie to help me come up with a strategy for dealing with Sonya, but Saturday afternoon’s unexpected turn of events had wiped it from my mind.

One thing I knew: you didn’t ignore Sonya Willetts! If she told you to do something, then you did it, or suffered the consequences. I’d have to go see her, but I’d tell her I was in a steady relationship and she needed to leave me alone. If she didn’t agree, then I would report what happened Friday.

The second half of the morning dragged on towards lunchtime. Triple biology wasn’t my favourite part of the week’s schedule, but at least it was the last one – ever. A-level classes came to an end on Friday. Revision and exams followed. Then it was goodbye school and hello university, a thought that both thrilled and terrified me.

Much as I wanted this last biology class to be over, part of me wanted to stay in the lab forever and avoid the looming confrontation with Sonya. But the clock above the blackboard ticked inexorably towards the bell at noon and without rewriting the laws of physics, there was nothing I could do to stop it. When it finally rang, I sat still and waited for Sonya to leave first. She walked to the door, turned at the last minute and shot me a single glance that was unmistakable. I gave a hint of a nod and she was gone.

For the next forty minutes I dawdled over my lunch in the school canteen while Nathan Barras, one of the boys from my biology class, sat opposite and tried to make conversation. It was mostly about the upcoming exams and the parts of the syllabus he felt uneasy with. I had the feeling he was trying to chat me up, but the distraction was welcome, so I gave short answers between bites of my sandwich and apple. He’d eaten all his at morning break, he said, looking longingly at the confectionary in my lunch box. I finally gave in and tossed him my biscuit bar, partly because I felt sorry for him, partly to shut him up.

At twelve forty I stuffed my lunchbox in my bag. “Well, good luck with the exams,” I said and marched out, trying to look more confident than I felt. I’d already decided to sneak round the back of the school building, rather than approach the gym via the main corridor, where anyone could see me. Everyone knew that Sonya was the only one who used the weights in the gym at lunchtimes, so I didn’t want to make it obvious I was going to meet her.

I was just approaching the point where the main school building ended and the gym, added as an afterthought, started, when a boy’s voice called out, “Hey, Mandy. Wait up a minute.”

I stopped dead. It was Nathan Barras who must have followed me from the canteen. “Where are you sneaking off to?” he asked as he caught up to where I stood.

“None of your bloody business!” I was annoyed, and he knew it.

“Going to meet Sonya, aren’t you?” he said, with a knowing smirk.

I stood there, fuming, but couldn’t think what to say. If I denied it, he’d follow me. The last thing I needed was him telling the whole school I’d had a secret meeting with Sonya in the gym.

“Look, I won’t tell anyone,” he said, slyly, “but you have to do me a little favour.”

“Oh, yeah? What?”

He took a step closer and then half-turned. “Put your hand in my pocket,” he said over his shoulder, holding open the trouser slit on his right hip. “Got something for you. It’s a present.”

I stood there undecided. I couldn’t think what he was playing at.

“Go on, Mandy. Or I’ll tell everyone what you get up to with Sonya.”

“This had better not be a trick,” I said, slipping my hand in his pocket and finding nothing there.

“Further.” He grabbed my arm and thrust my hand forward, through an opening in the lining of his pocket. My fingers brushed something warm and hard and throbbing.

“Christ!” I gasped and tried to pull my hand out.

“Just hold it for a minute, Mandy. Then I’ll let you go for your secret rendezvous with Sonya... and I won’t tell a soul.”

I had no real option, so I un-balled my fist and closed my fingers around his pulsating cock.

“Just for a minute,” I said, checking my watch on my left wrist. “I’m late already.”

“Better get on with it then,” he said. “Move your hand up and down.”

I did as he asked, figuring the quicker he got off, the sooner I’d get away. His cock felt like a warm, hard sausage with a loose velvety skin as I pumped it gently, not sure what to do with it.

“Aaahhh, yes. That’s it,” he said, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “Back up, Mandy,” he nodded towards the gap in between the walls of the two buildings behind us. “We don’t want everyone to see, do we?”

We shuffled backwards a couple of paces until we were hidden from view, him gripping my arm and me holding his penis. He unzipped his trousers and the bright shiny head of his cock poked out. “Now... you can wank me off,” he said.

I watched, mesmerised, as his cock slid back and forth between my fingers. I’d dreamed of getting my hands on a boy’s dick, but not like this. I was angry with him, but as his stiff member swelled and throbbed in my fist, my annoyance was replaced by fascination. There was something mesmerising about the way the purple head of his cock slid inside the foreskin on the upstroke, then reappeared, bulging and shining, on the downstroke.

“Ohhh, yeah,” he grunted as I squeezed a little more firmly. “That’s good, Mandy.”

A bead of clear juice emerged from the tiny slit in his cockhead. I took that as a promising sign that something interesting might happen soon.

“Faster?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he gasped, as I sped up. “Oh fuck, that’s...”

“Hmm?” I was beginning to enjoy the control I had over him.

“That’s... aAAHH... that’s ITTT!”

He thrust his hips forward, making his cock and my hand protrude further from his trouser fly. Like magic, a stream of white cream spurted from his cockhead and painted a stripe on the brick wall. I gasped in surprise.

“FUU... uck!” he grunted.

This was fun. I pumped him again and a second spurt shot across the gap and splattered the wall. I giggled. It reminded me of milking a cow. After a few more strokes and a few more spurts and dribbles, I figured he was about done.

“You finished, Nathan?” I said, slackening my grip on his member.

“Yeah... thanks.”

“Tell anybody and I swear I’ll kill you,” I said, wiping my hand on a tissue and making my escape. I ran around the end of the gym building and in through the side door, my panties feeling decidedly soggy. It seemed my pussy had found Nathan’s cock a turn-on, despite me being annoyed. I checked my watch as I burst into the gym changing room – it was eight minutes to one.

Next time: What happens when Mandy meets Sonya in the school gym? Will one or both end up getting expelled?