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To begin exhibitionist sex gets my cunt soaking wet. To be sure ever since I was a teen which brings me to the first of many public sexcapades. A young teen as a freshman in High School, daring, rule-breaking, and sassy as can be.
A school assembly is called. A crush is sitting three seats down. Toss him a teasing smile. Hand him my sprite bottle. Watch as he opens and tastes a swallow. Knowing it isn’t the cool refreshing lemon-line soda. Laughing the lights dim.
I move to him. Sitting on his lap. Feeling his length on my ass. Wiggling on him as he reaches around grasping my young perky boobs. Suddenly a whisper. “If you think it is proper to fondle you are mistaken.”
Biting my tongue, I glance back at him. Caught by the teacher. He sits just one seat down from us. Knowing now that we need to do this quicky and quietly. Hiking up my skirt, he undoes his zipper. Nipping on my ear lobe. At the same time whispering, “I don’t have a condom.”
Shrugging, I help guide him into me. Hard and thick, at the same time velvety smooth. The throbbing of his pulsating member driving through me. Began rocking back and forth. Up and down. Biting my lip. Knowing that I needed to keep it down.
Until he held me down on him. Spilling his seed inside of me. My first. Not my last.
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