Emilys Story
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Emily's Embarrassing ProblemsChapter 3 free porn video
School
That amazing week long sleep-over at Sara's changed my life, and my outlook on life. I finally realised that because most of the girls, and lots of the boys, at school thought I was a slut and a whore then I may as well act like one. Sara had introduced me to the wonderful world of blow-jobs and I wanted more.
The next time that one of the girl bullies started giving me some verbal abuse I turned to one of the older boys that was watching and told him to meet me in the park after school.
I was nervous as hell during that 5 minute walk to the park. When I got there I was surprised to see 3 guys and 2 girls. As soon as I got close to them the 2 girls started taunting me.
"Going to get naked and cum for the boys are you slut?" was just one of the nicer comments.
After a couple of minutes of insults, I turned to the nearest boy, dropped my bag and knelt in front of him. I reached over to his trousers and, as they all went quiet, I unzipped him and pulled his hard cock out. I wanked him a couple of times then opened my mouth. I turned to look at the girls with my mouth wide open and a grin on my face. Both girls looked gob-struck as I turned back and just managed to get the tip of the boy's cock to touch the back of my throat as my first orgasm hit me.
Now I like (no, love) giving head, and I love cumming; but I find doing both at the same time quite difficult. The orgasm makes it difficult to give a good BJ.
I needn't have worried because it only took seconds for the boy to shoot his load inside my mouth. I kept as much as I could in my mouth the turned to the girls and opened my mouth showing them most of his cum.
I smiled, then swallowed; then opened my mouth again. The girls just stared.
I repeated the exercise with the 2 other boys, getting 2 more orgasms as I did so.
When I finished, I stood up and turned to the girls,
"Your turn now girls! Get those skirts up and knickers down. Oops sorry, I bet that you're not wearing any." I taunted them.
Neither girl knew what to say or do. They both just stood there. I went over to between them and lifted their skirts. Neither was wearing knickers. One was shaved bald and the other trimmed her pubes to a heart shaped stubble.
"Cute little heart Kate. I see that you're not a natural blond then. Oh, and you call ME a slut because I never wear knickers!" I said, "Here boys, look at these two cunts."
I turned my head and saw that the boys were already looking.
One of the girls got over the shock of me turning on them and pushed my hand away letting her skirt drop. The other girl did the same. They both turned and walked away, shouting insults at me as they went.
I turned to face the boys and said,
"That was fun, same time tomorrow boys."
I left them staring at me as I walked away.
I didn't have too much trouble from the bullies after that, but I did give lots of BJs. There were usually a couple of boys waiting for me in the park on the way home and I've lost count of the number of different boys that I've given BJs to.
I won't bore you with all the mundane details of my last year at school, suffice to say that in-spite of my problems I did quite well and managed to get results good enough to get me into the university of my choice.
Dexter
My brother Dexter still keeps taking me up on my promise to let him see me naked anytime that he wants. I've lost count of the number of his mates that he's brought round to be there when I strip. It's always good for an orgasm, and sometimes 2, especially if they let me give them a blowjob.
Sara – my BFF
One weekend Sara invited me for a Saturday night sleepover. It started out quite quietly because both her parents were there. Sara and I both kept our clothes on because Sara's mother isn't too happy about her being naked around the house.
Anyway, Sara's mother had to leave just after breakfast on the Sunday morning. All 3 of us (Sara, her father and I) were in the lounge when her mother left; and no sooner than she was out of the door Sara removed the T-shirt that was the only thing that she was wearing. We'd put the T-shirts on when we got out of bed. Her father grinned and looked her up and down.
"My gorgeous little princess," he said. "You're getting more beautiful every day."
Sara turned to face him and thanked him for the complement; then turned to me and told me to take my T-shirt off.
I'd never been naked in front of him before (not counting Skype), and I just knew what was going to happen. My pussy was getting hot and wet even before my hands reached the hem of the T-shirt.
As soon as the T-shirt was off I looked at Sara then her father. He started to say that I had a beautiful body too, but I didn't catch what he said after that; a big orgasm hit me. Sara came over to me and put her arm round me while her father watched and smiled.
"Dad, stop staring at Emily; can't you see what you're doing to her?" Sara said.
"And a truly amazing and beautiful sight it is too." He replied. He turned to me and said,
"Sorry Emily. I know it must be hard for you, but it's hard for the men who see you like this; such a beautiful body is bound to get the men staring."
"That's okay, I understand. Besides, I like men looking at my body." I said.
We spend the rest of the day naked with Sara's father trying to concentrate on the work that he had to do. I had real trouble eating my lunch as the 3 of us sat at the table eating. I had 2 small orgasms as Sara's father looked at my little breasts and hard nipples.
Sara was her usual mischievous self; whenever we were in the same room as her father she touched my clit, or slipped a finger into my wet pussy.
Sara's father is getting used to seeing me have orgasms, and I love it when he watches me have them.
By mid-afternoon I'd decided that it was time for payback. We were in Sara's room and I said that it was unfair that I was having lots of orgasms and that she was having none. I persuaded her to let me put her vibrating egg inside her. While we were still in her room I used the remote control to make her cum twice. After that I left her alone.
About 30 minutes later Sara's father called for her to go and look at something. Sara went straight away, either forgetting that she still had the egg inside her, or expecting to be back soon. Anyway, I followed her, grabbing the remote as I went.
When I caught up with her she was stood beside her father looking at something on his laptop. I switched the remote onto full and Sara jumped a little then continued talking to her father about what was on the screen.
I went and stood behind Sara and put my hand on her butt, letting it creep down the crack to her soaking pussy. Sara automatically opened her legs a bit and I found her clit.
I could feel Sara getting hotter, and wetter, and her speech became a bit erratic. Within 2 minutes she stopped talking and moaned. Her father looked at her, smiled, and watched her have a very strong orgasm.
When the waves of pleasure passed, and I'd turned the remote down, her father told her that it had been a wonderful experience for both her and him, and that she should do it more often.
After a long silence, Sara said,
"Yes dad, I will;" then started talking about whatever it was on the screen.
One other time when both Sara's parents had been at home (I wasn't there) Sara had been complaining that she wasn't getting enough exercise and that she was putting weight on. Now Sara is as skinny as me and her parents managed to convince her that she didn't have a weight problem, but as a compromise they'd agreed the get her fitness assessed by a personal trainer. Her father agreed to organise it. Before he could do anything, Sara had had a word with him without her mother being around. She'd got him to agree that the trainer must be a cute young man.
Sara's father immediately knew why she had asked him for that, and said that he would only agree to it if one of her friends were there as well. Both him and Sara's mother are usually out of town (and often the country) most weekends. He was a little worried about his young daughter's safety, knowing that she would probably tease the poor man for every second that he was there.
Anyway, Sara phoned me and told me to get myself over there the next Saturday afternoon. When I asked her what she was planning, she told me about the trainer. I asked her what I should take to wear, and she told me that I would have all that I needed when I got there. I assumed that she would be lending me the clothes that I needed.
Sara opened the door naked as usual, and I stripped as soon as we got to her room. When I asked when the trainer was due to arrive she told me 10 minutes. I asked her what we were going to wear and she reminded me that she's said that I'd have everything that I needed.
"And?" I said.
"And you're wearing it silly! Your skin." Sara replied.
I should have known better, Sara was going to have us exercise in the nude, with a man trainer.
My pussy warmed up and the doorbell rang.
Sara went and opened the front door while I stood back and watched. The poor man was shocked at first. For the first few seconds he just stood there with his mouth wide open; then he smiled and said,
"Would you be Sara?"
"Yes, please come in." Sara replied.
Sara was stood partially in the door way and she didn't move. He had to turn sideways to get passed her. As he did so I could see him looking down at Sara's little breasts. Her nipps were rock hard.
Then he saw me. All of a sudden I could feel my pussy tingling and getting wet. Sara started to introduce me, but I missed part of it as an orgasm hit me. As it subsided a bit I heard Sara apologising for me, she told him (Matt) that I suffered from a medical condition, but it was nothing for him to worry about.
We went and sat at the kitchen table and Matt started talking. He told us that Sara's father had employed him to do an assessment of our fitness. He wanted a written report on just how fit we were, and what it would take to get us up to an acceptable level. He told us that he didn't normally do assessments at people homes, but he was glad that he'd decided to make an exception in our case.
Matt's eyes were going from Sara's breasts to mine, and I had to grit my teeth as another small one hit me.
Matt then explained that he'd be asking us to do a number of exercises which he would observe. Before and after each one he would check our heart rate. When he asked if we had any medical conditions Sara took delight in telling him that I had a condition whereby I had frequent orgasms; but they would not affect my performance. Matt looked a bit flustered, he obviously didn't understand and he stopped looking at me.
After a slight pause he asked if there was a room where were could do the exercises.
"Oh! I hadn't thought about that. I guess that my bedroom won't be big enough then?" Sara asked. "Perhaps we could do it in the back garden. It's not that cold outside. Anyway, I suppose you'll be making us get a sweat on."
"Is your back garden overlooked then?" Matt asked.
"No," Sara replied, "we can get up to anything we want out there and no one will ever know."
Matt sorted out a few papers then we all went out the back.
On the patio, Matt put his papers on the table then looked up at the 2 naked teenage girls in front of him.
He looked us up and down, cleared his throat then told us that he'd check our heart rate before we started, then after each exercise. We'd do some basic exercises to start with and see how it went.
He asked Sara to go up to him and hold her arm out. As Matt checked her pulse at her wrist, Sara looked up at him and smiled. Matt blushed.
My turn next, and I had to grit my teeth and look down to stop me having a full blown orgasm.
Matt wrote the numbers down then said that we both had slightly raised heart rates, but nothing to worry about. I smiled and wondered why that was.
Matt then had us do 20 jumping jacks. All the time he watched our little tits wobble. They're too small to bounce up and down.
We had to run to the end of the lawn and back 4 times next. I was getting hot, and for once it wasn't anything to do with my pussy.
Twenty press-ups were next; although neither Sara nor I managed the full 20.
The next exercise wasn't very nice; Matt had us do 50 sit-ups. To do them we had to lie on the grass. It was cold on my back.
Sara and I then had to stand with our feet about 2 feet apart and our hands as high as we could get them, Matt then told us to bend side-ways as far as we could. Standing like that I looked at Matt; his eyes were definitely looking at our pussies. I had another little orgasm.
Still standing with our feet about 2 feet apart, Matt told us to bend forwards and keep our knees straight. As we were doing this Mat walked round behind us. He must have had a great view. I shuddered again and felt my pussy get warmer.
The next exercise really gave Matt a good look at our goodies, still standing with our feet about 2 feet apart, Matt told us to bend backwards until our hands touched the floor behind us. Matt had us stay like that for ages. My orgasm got stronger and I was amazed that I didn't collapse onto the floor. My pussy was gushing, I could feel my juices escaping and running down between my butt cheeks.
Sara said something to Matt and he moved from in front of my feet to in front of Sara's feet.
Sara screamed and collapsed onto the floor saying that her legs hurt like hell. Matt knelt down in front of her and started massaging her right leg. I got back up on my feet and went over to them. Sara said that her left leg hurt as well so I knelt down and started massaging her left leg.
I just knew that she was faking it and only wanted Matt to get nearer to her pussy. I winked at her and pulled her left leg far away from her right as I continued massaging it. I looked to her beautiful pussy. Her lips were wide open and swollen. Her juices were seeping out. There was no way that Matt could not have noticed.
After a couple of minutes Matt stood up, said that she'd be alright and held out his hand to help her up.
One final heart rate check and Matt said that he'd collected enough information for his report. He thanked us for being so patient and co-operative and said that he was leaving. On the way to the front door he said that it had been an 'interesting' session and that he'd submit his report to Sara's father.
After Matt had left Sara said that Matt was either gay, or VERY professional.
We went and had a lovely warm shower together. I did my best to get Sara's orgasm count a lot closer to mine.
A week later Sara phoned me and told me that we wouldn't be seeing Matt again. His report had told her father that we were both quite fit considering that half the teenagers these days were way too fat.
Another Saturday when I got to Sara's house she didn't let me in, instead she grabbed a bag and we walked off to the bus stop. She told me that we were going swimming, but not to the pool that we'd been to before.
On the bus I asked her what she'd brought for us to wear, and were we going to get thrown out or arrested. She laughed and told me not to be so silly, we'd be fine. The problem is that Sara's version of 'fine' is borderline unlawful.
When we arrived (2 minor orgasms later) I saw that the place was a modern leisure centre. It was big and dozens of people were arriving. We joined the queue.
We passed through the turnstiles and looked for the changing rooms. I was a little surprised to find a big room with lockers and a shower area, and then a man's and separate women's changing room. Sara wanted us to strip in the locker area, but I refused saying that I wanted to see what she'd brought for us to wear before I stripped off.
Reluctantly, Sara agreed and we went into the women's changing room. It was one big room with bench seats and coat hooks round the walls.
"Come on then, get naked Em." Sara said.
Within seconds we were both naked and Sara was delving into the bag. First she pulled out 2 bikini tops. They were the same ones that we'd worn when we'd been swimming before. The triangles don't even cover all of our little breasts and they're made out of very thin, see-through material. You can see every little bump of our areolas and dark nipples. We fastened each other's top and I asked Sara to make sure that mine was tight.
Sara pulled out 2 lumps of material next. She gave one to me and told me to put it on. I held it up and said,
"What's this?"
"It's a swimming skirt." She replied.
I looked at it closer. Yes it was a skirt, a very short skirt, about 7 inches long. It was the same colour as the bikini top but made of different, thin material. It had a thick, elasticated waistband then it flared out. The material was patterned with dolls and ponies. Looking at the inside of the waistband I saw that something had been cut out.
"What the hell's this? I said.
"It was a little girl's bikini bottom, but now it's your swimming skirt." Sara replied.
I looked at Sara who had hers on. She did look like a little girl. I lifted the front of her skirt up and confirmed that the pants part of hers was missing as well.
"Turn round." I said.
Her butt was covered so I presumed that she wouldn't get arrested when she was walking around, but what would it be like in the water I thought?
I put my swimming skirt on, low on my hips; and smoothed my hand down the front and back. My hand didn't slide onto my pussy or butt so I was legal too.
I was just thinking that I would have to be careful out in the pool when Sara got some hair bands out of the bag and started to put my hair into pigtails. Then she got me to do hers.
I went and looked in the mirror and saw a 10 year-old me. The problem was, my pussy didn't feel like it did when I was 10 and my breasts were just a little bit bigger. I needed a distraction before I started to cum.
We gathered our things and went to find a locker. No one took any notice of the 2 little girls as we walked to the pool area.
The place was massive; slides, shoots, rapids area, obstacle course with water jets on it, hot tub, and more. It would take hours to get round everything.
We stood beside the first swimming area that we came to and tried to decide what to go on first. After a minute or so I looked down to see 2 teenagers looking up at us, and up our skirts. My bare pussy got hotter and wetter. I had to get into the water – quick so I jumped over the teenagers and bombed into the water.
It was a bit colder than I expected, but it felt good with nothing to stop the water rushing passed my bare pussy. I put my hands down to my sides and realised that my skirt was flared out, and up a bit. I looked round to see if there was anyone there wearing a face mask. I didn't see anyone.
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