Chapter 5 - Home Comforts

A crowd had gathered around, constricting me. They were my schoolmates pressing tightly against me as we tried to leave the classroom at the end of the lesson. I was trapped by the jam. I looked over my shoulder to see the teacher looking on, unconcerned at the crush... and then I felt the hem of my pleated school skirt lifting, warm hands sliding up my thighs.

Sonya’s gravelly voice brought her hot breath to my neck. She whispered in my ear, “You an’ me will have another little chat right now.” She gave a dirty laugh as I felt her hands slide up my thighs, over my knickers, kneading my bum cheeks.

Now more hands joined the assault, parting my legs, fingers running over my cotton-clad pubis. More fingers slipped beneath the fabric, parting my slick lips and probing the folds of my pussy.

I heard Sonya’s voice rumble in my ear again as her finger attempted to enter my vagina. “You like that sweetie, don’t you?” I looked around, my eyes pleading for the teacher to help, but all I got was a knowing smile.

By now there were dozens of hands on my body, some squeezing my breasts, toying and teasing my sensitive nipples. I felt I was being lifted on a wave of pain and pleasure. Mouths were nipping and suckling at my breasts; more were kissing me, tongues thrusting between my lips. Fingers and tongues were taking me higher, making wonderful, sensuous circles over my panty-clad clitoris and a wet, insistent probing inside my pussy.

I abandoned myself to the delicious, erotic sensations as I floated on a sea of ecstasy. My orgasm burst and washed over me in waves of sweet joy. Slowly the world came back to me in a warm, satisfied glow as I realised it was my fingers circling my clit.

Wow! What a dream!

I slowly came back down to earth with a last twitch and a moan, and realised my panties were sopping wet. Again! I’d never realised girls could cum so much. Another moan. Hang on a minute, that wasn’t me! I tried to still my breathing and listened.

“Oooh!”  That was coming from outside my bedroom! What was going on? I hopped out of bed, tip-toed to my bedroom door and eased it open.

“Oooh yesss!” Clearer now. It was coming from my parents’ bedroom. And it sounded like my mum! Of course, this was Saturday morning so Mum didn’t have to go to work. Sounded like she was having a bit more than a lie in.

In my baby-doll nightie, with my hand still pressing my soaked panties against my hot and quivering pussy, I tip-toed along the landing to their bedroom door.

“GrrnnaaAAH!” That was my dad! Grunting just like I’d heard him in the bathroom the other day.

“Mmmm, oooh God yesss!” That was my mum! Oh wow! They must be having sex!

“Oh YEAHHH!” I’d never heard her make noises like this – she was definitely having a good time!

“Oh God, YESSS NNNHHRRRR!” That was Dad, and I’d say he had just cum too, by the sound of it.

I ought to have been grossed out, but for some reason I remained rooted to the spot, my pussy tingling and my fingers rubbing my clitty again while I listened to their moans dying down and their breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Jesus, Brian!” said Mum with a breathless giggle, “I don’t know what got into you this morning!”

“No, but I know what got into you! Mmm-hmm,” he said, accompanied by a couple of hefty squeaks from the bed springs.

“OH NO, STOP! No more, please, Brian. God, I’m shagged out!” I’d never heard Mum use such language before. “And keep the noise down, or we’ll wake Mandy up.”

Little did they know, Mandy was wide awake and enjoying every groan and squeak right outside their bedroom door. I tiptoed back to my room, stifling a giggle. I wanted to snuggle back under my duvet and carry on where I’d left off, but my panties were sopping wet, and I didn’t want to risk another sheet-washing episode. Then I spotted something pink under my bed and pulled it out – ah, that towel I left there yesterday! Just what I needed.

I slipped my wet panties off… but what to do with them? My school bag would do for now, so I tipped out the books, pencil case and ruler, then dropped the panties inside. Then I arranged the towel, still fragrant after yesterday’s adventure with the washing machine, up between my thighs like a nappy. Mmmmm, the fluffy pink fabric felt wonderful against my puffy wet labia and swollen clit.

Holding the towel in place, I slipped back into bed and lay on my front with one knee raised and my right hand under my hips. Mmmm, now that felt nice. With a bundle of towel in my hand, I could move my hips and grind my pussy against the soft fabric. With the sound of my parents’ lovemaking still ringing in my ears I luxuriated in a sensual ecstasy.

I tried to imagine what it might feel like to have a big, thick cock pushing into my vagina. I experimented with first one, then two, then three fingers – Oooh, that was tight! – sliding them into my hot, wet pussy and seeing how deep they would go. There was no hymen. As far as I could tell, I’d never had one. But my pussy did feel very full with three fingers shoved in deep, right up to my knuckles.

And then I curled my fingers slightly and felt a rough, rigid area at my fingertips which sent shock waves racing through my pelvis. Oh God! What was that? Was it the G-spot that I’d heard about? That magical orgasm-trigger?

Mmm that felt so good! By arching my back and pushing my pubes forward, I could reach it more easily and every time I stroked it a flood of warmth spread out from my pussy, going up my body to make my nipples tingle and down my legs to make my knees shake. “Oh, oh, mmm, oh, ah, mmm.” So, so good. I was almost there—

“Mandy!”

Ohmygod! It was Mum, right outside my bedroom door!

She knocked and called again, “Mandy!” Then she turned the handle and opened my door. I froze, closed my eyes and gave a little snore to make out I was sleeping. Fortunately, I was fully covered up with the duvet, so my oh-so-nearly orgasm wasn’t too obvious, or so I hoped.

“Mandy,” she said more gently, as she bent over my bed. “Sorry to wake you up, darling, but I really need some help this morning. Do you think you could give me a hand with some jobs around the house, sweetie?”

“Mmmph!” I replied as I raised my eyelids to half-mast. “Okay, Mum. I’ll get up in a few minutes, promise,” I mumbled, as if waking from a deep sleep.

“Thanks. I’ll go and put the kettle on and get you a cup of tea ready,” she said and walked out of my room, pulling my door nearly closed, but not quite shutting it.

“She was fast asleep,” I heard her tell my dad, out on the landing. “But she’s going to get up and give me a hand. I’ll go and get breakfast started.”

Then there was a muffled “Mmm…” sound, like they might be kissing, which ended in: “…mmMMHH! Stop it, Brian!” Then, in a hoarse whisper, “Oooh, you randy devil. Mmm, yes, I know it’s nice. But I’ve got a week’s housework to catch up on. Go have a shower – a cold one, perhaps!” Then I heard her giggle and her footsteps going down the stairs.

My fingers were still deep in my pussy, the tip of my middle finger gently teasing my G-spot, and my hips were starting to move of their own accord once again. I couldn’t help it. I needed to cum.

I heard the shower turn on and knew my dad was getting washed, so I settled down to hump my hand in earnest. “Mmm, so good. Oh, ah, mmmm.” Getting close.

I could hear my pussy making wet, squelching sounds as my fingers dug deeper and my palm rubbed against my clitoris. “Ooh yeah… mmm yeah… aaah yeah… aaahH, aaaAAAHHH!”

POW! My orgasm exploded through my entire body and behind my closed eyelids I saw stars sparkling as my legs twitched, my hips humped, and I writhed under the duvet.

Jeeesus! That was the most powerful yet! Awesome! I opened my eyes and saw a shadow move across the tiny gap where my door was not quite shut. Shit! Someone had been watching me! I held my laboured breathing for a second and heard the bathroom door click shut.

Chapter 6 - A Little Risky

Damn! My dad had just seen me frig myself to a mind-blowing orgasm, all because Mum left my stupid door open. How embarrassing! I reluctantly pulled my hand from my pussy and used the towel to mop up. Wow, my entire hand and wrist were dripping, and the centre of the towel was soaked! I slid out of bed and padded to my door. I was about to shut it, when curiosity got the better of me, and I stuck my head out to check my dad really was in the shower now.

“Mandy! Your tea’s getting cold.” Mum’s voice echoed up the stairs. So I stuffed the soggy towel back under my bed, pulled on some jog pants and a sloppy old T-shirt and headed down for breakfast.

Mum was in a really good mood this morning, despite it being housework catch-up day. She had a permanent smile and a dreamy look in her eyes as she explained that her new job meant we had all the week’s chores to do on the weekend, and she planned – with my help – to get them all done on Saturdays so we had our Sundays free.

While I tucked into a bowl of cereal, Mum said we had to dust and vacuum the house and do the laundry, while Dad washed the car, mowed the grass and tidied up the garden. Then, after lunch, she and Dad would go shopping, leaving me to get my homework done. I didn’t tell her I had nearly finished it all last night. I didn’t want to get roped into more jobs. Instead I asked if my friend Natalie could come over so we could do our homework together. Mum said that was okay, just so long as we got all our work done.

I had something I wanted to discuss with Natalie. She had been a good friend for years and I knew I could rely on her to be discreet. I finished my breakfast, gave Natalie a quick call, and was heading upstairs for a shower when I met Dad on his way down. I kept my eyes averted to hide my embarrassment and scampered up the steps to the bathroom.

I soaped myself under the jets of hot water and cast my mind back over the past few days. I’d cum more times than I could remember this week and seemed to have permanently tingling nipples and throbbing pussy. What was happening to me? Oh my God! Was I turning into a nymphomaniac?

There had been that incident with Sonya on the school field when she suddenly grabbed my breast and thrust her tongue in my mouth. The shock of it came back to me now, and I realised I was squeezing my breast, rubbing my pussy and licking my lips under the steaming spray of the shower.

“Oooh, fuck yeah!” I mumbled as I felt another orgasm building fast, spreading out from my nipples and setting my vagina on fire. I knew I ought to stop, but I couldn’t. I needed it, “Mmm,” all of it, “Oooh,” right here, “Mmm,” right now, “aaah, Aaah, AAah, AAAHHH, MMMmmm!”

“Mandy!” It was Mum, shouting through the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?” Damn! She’d heard me. Must learn to keep quiet while I’m getting off in future.

“Yes,” I shouted through the spray, “Just getting showered, be out in a minute.”

Mum didn’t say anything, but she did give me a funny look a couple of minutes later, when I found her in my bedroom pulling off the sheets, duvet cover and pillow cases from my bed, ready to take down for the wash. She hadn’t spotted the towel under my bed yet, thank goodness, and I didn’t want her to, if I could help it.

“I can do that, Mum,” I said, “I’ll bring it all down and do the laundry, if you like?”

“Thanks, Mandy,” she said, “I’ll go and get started with the vacuuming, then.”

While Mum hummed around the house with the cleaner and Dad clattered around the garden with the mower, I dutifully sorted the laundry into piles and fed it in batches into the washing machine. I actually quite enjoyed this ‘we-all-pull-together-Saturday-morning’ idea. I felt it made us more of a close-knit family and I got quite a buzz from the smiles and hugs we shared when we stopped for a cuppa and biscuit at 11 o’clock.

I still couldn’t look my dad in the eye, but the humiliating episode from earlier seemed to have been forgotten, so I got on with enjoying the day. I even found myself singing while I hung out the laundry on the line. That made me stop and wonder whether horniness and happiness went hand in hand? It was a fact that Mum and Dad seemed unusually happy today, and they’d been at it like rabbits when I woke up! The thought made me giggle again.

And I’d been on cloud nine all this week. Yes, I decided, sex was definitely a very good thing! If a little risky at times…

Chapter 7 - Damp and Fragrant

I’d managed to smuggle the rather damp and fragrant towel from beneath my bed into the washing unnoticed, so at least that part of my recent randy behaviour stayed a secret. And I noticed that Mum and Dad’s bed sheet was sporting some interesting damp patches and odours of its own before it went in the wash. So much for my efforts to get it washed, dried and ironed before I set off late for school yesterday.

“You’re in a good mood this morning, young lady,” said my dad, as he appeared around the end of the washing line with a full grass box, heading for the compost heap.

“Oy! Don’t get that on the clean sheet,” I shouted, “or I might not be quite so happy.” I couldn’t tell him it was the second time I’d washed it in two days!

He had an idiotic grin, which told me he hadn’t forgotten seeing me writhing about in bed that morning. Well… two could play at that game!

“You and Mum seem to be in a very good mood today too. I wonder why that is?” I said with a giggle. Dad looked shocked, then smiled as he realised I’d overheard them and we were now quits.

He looked up at the house and then turned around, whispering out of the corner of his mouth, “Your mother’s looking at us from the bedroom, I’d better get on with my jobs or else I’ll be in trouble.

I resisted the temptation to look up at the bedroom window, finished pegging out the last of the laundry and headed back indoors.

Over soup and sandwiches for lunch, Mum asked Dad, “So, what were you and Mandy laughing about down by the washing line, Brian?”

He just sat there with his mouth open and panic in his eyes. Men can be so stupid sometimes. I decided I’d better rescue him.

“I told him not to get his dirty grass box on my nice clean sheets – or I’d put pepper in his underpants!” I said, thinking fast. “He laughed and said it was a bit much, being nagged by two women on his day off!”

Mum sniggered. “Pepper in his underpants, eh? I must remember that in case he misbehaves in future.”

By the time Mum and I had washed up the lunch dishes and Dad had changed out of his garden clothes, it was 2pm and they were ready to head off to the supermarket for the week’s shopping. Just as they were getting in the car, Natalie arrived on her bicycle. I was pleased to see she was wearing a short skirt and sloppy T-shirt, just like me.

We headed up to my room, where Natalie dropped her bag of schoolbooks on my desk and sat down on my bed.

“Thanks for asking me over, Mandy,” said Nat. “I could do with some help with my maths, as usual.”

I flopped down on the bed next to her and said, “Can we leave homework for a few minutes? I need some advice, Nat, and I know I can trust you.”

“Ooh, boyfriend problems, my favourite!” she said with a grin. “Give me all the juicy details and I’ll tell you how to dump him.”

“No, it’s not about a boy, Nat. It’s a girl!” I turned so I was kneeling on the bed facing her.

Natalie turned so she was facing me, our knees touching. “Wow! Even juicier! Mandy, you are full of surprises. Tell me, tell me.”

“Well…” I started, hesitantly. “Something happened on Friday at school. I was late. I missed the bus and got a bit stressed. Then I was sitting on the sports field at lunch break, just chilling out and enjoying the sun, when Sonya Willetts suddenly turned up uninvited.”

“Butch Sonya?” asked Natalie with a frown. “Didn’t know you two were friends.”

“We’re not! She wanted to know why I was late for school that morning… and then… and then she pinched my nipple!” I said, blushing and instinctively bringing my hand up to my right breast.

“Oh. My. God!” gasped Natalie, her hand over her mouth.

“And that wasn’t all. I tried to stop her, and she brushed my hand away and grabbed my whole breast, like this…” I demonstrated, giving my right boob a big squeeze.

“Oh... My... God!” said Natalie, staring at the hand that was squeezing my breast and licking her lips.

“I tried to tell her to stop – but then she just leaned over and snogged me!”

“Oh, Mandy…” said Natalie as she shifted closer.

“I couldn’t speak,” I said. “I was so shocked, it took me a minute to realise what was happening.”

“You poor thing!” said Natalie, leaning forward, staring at my hand, which was still squeezing my right breast. “It must have been awful?”

“Well, yes,” I agreed. “And yet…”

“Yet what, Mandy?” asked Natalie, who was now staring into my eyes and licking her lips again.

“Well… I know this sounds kinda weird and a bit pervy… but it felt, well… it felt kinda nice too!” My eyes pleaded with her, hoping she’d understand.

“Oh, Mandy…” Natalie gradually leaned forward, while I sat mesmerised as her lips inched closer to mine. Her eyes were focussed on my lips now. Until the very last second when she looked up into my eyes, and I felt her warm, wet mouth on mine.

Chapter 8 - Shock Waves

That kiss was so tender and so erotic it made my head spin, and I had to close my eyes. Her lips felt like warm velvet. My whole world was concentrated in that electric touch, and when I felt the tip of her tongue brush my lips, I whimpered with pleasure.

It felt like Natalie and I were floating in space, connected only by our lips. Every time her tongue touched my lips I felt little jolts, like shock waves, rippling through my body to my breasts and my pussy. My lips parted and Natalie’s tongue gently probed inside, touching my own tongue. The feeling was exquisite and made me feel dizzy.

Then I remembered I was sitting on my bed with my best friend Natalie and we were… KISSING!

My eyes snapped open and I reluctantly dragged my lips away from hers. Natalie let out a faint moan of disappointment and opened her eyes.

“Natalie! What are we doing!?” I asked, bewildered.

“Oh, Mandy,” she said. “We’re doing what I’ve wanted to do for ages. Don’t be mad at me, please...? When you told me what Sonya had done, and you enjoyed it, I couldn’t help myself,” said Natalie. “I hope you liked my kiss as much as hers?” It was her turn to plead with her eyes.

“Oh my God, Natalie. Your kiss was so delicious, I thought I would pass out! I just can’t believe I’m kissing you and getting so… so turned on!”

“Mmmm, me too,” said Natalie, licking her lips again, and looking down to where my hand was still cupping my right breast. Her left hand reached out towards it, slowly, shakily.

“Can I…?” she whispered.

I nodded and moved my hand away. I was shocked to see my nipple poking like a pinnacle through my shirt and watched mesmerised as her fingers inched towards it. When they touched my rigid nipple, I gasped and flinched. It felt like an electric shock.

Natalie stopped like that, her fingertips just brushing the peak of my breast, and looked up into my eyes, enquiringly. I nodded again, and her fingers slid forward to encompass my breast and press her palm against my nipple. Then slowly, gently, she squeezed…

“Ohhh!” I gasped, as my eyes closed and my head rolled back. “God, that feels so good!”

She squeezed again. “Mmmm, oh yesss,” I moaned.

Then I opened my eyes, reached out to slip my fingers into the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her face towards mine. When our lips met this time, all my doubts were gone. I mashed our lips together and thrust my tongue into her mouth. A million stars burst in my head, and I felt that tell-tale wetness in the crotch of my panties.

Somehow during this kiss my hand found Natalie’s breast and feasted on the warm softness of it and marvelled at the stiff nub of her nipple. She fell back onto the bed with me on top, snogging and squeezing and moaning softly.

We stopped to catch our breath, and I realised that my right knee was planted between Natalie’s thighs. We both looked down to where my bare leg was close enough to feel the heat coming off her pussy. As I watched, Natalie raised her hips and pressed her crotch against my leg.

“Oh, Natalie… you’re wet!” I said, as I leaned forward to help her rub her panty-clad pussy against my thigh.

“So are you, Mandy,” she said. I looked down again and saw she was holding up the hem of my skirt, feasting her eyes on my sopping wet underwear. She reached forward and made me jump as her fingers brushed against my swollen pussy lips.

“OHHH!” I gasped. She trailed her fingers from front to back to front again, making me growl with pleasure: “Mmmm!”

Then I hopped off the bed and said, “Wait there, Nat. I need to get us a towel. I’ve done enough laundry for one day!”

Natalie raised her hips as I spread the bath towel beneath her bum. I lifted her pleated skirt up to her waist, then hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties.

“I think these had better come off, don’t you?” I asked with a smile.

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded, her eyes shining. I pulled them down her legs, over her raised feet, and dropped them on the floor.

“Now yours,” said Natalie, licking her lips as I dropped my soggy panties on top of hers.

“And… erm,” she said, staring at my chest, “I’d really like to feel your lovely big breasts, Mandy. Please?”

“You too, then,” I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head, unhooking my bra and slipping out of my skirt. Natalie’s remaining clothes soon joined the pile on the floor.

More to follow soon. Hugs and kisses, Amanda xxxx