We felt so, so sexy going to the funfair dressed like that. We got there and went on the dodgems together. It was fun but the boys on that ride were a...bit too clean-looking for our tastes. I remember as we got up out of the dodgem to get off the ride, Olivia’s black dress had ridden right up and her white g-string was showing as she stood up. The boys cheered. She looked down and pretended to be embarrassed, and pulled her dress down. As we walked away I said to her ‘You did that on purpose,. They're £5.99 a pack."Now, whilst I might joke about such things, and pretend I know what I'm talking about in the stories I've written here, I had never actually stopped to consider the reality of sex, which I didn't really know anything about, since I hadn't joined then. The only masturbation I had indulged in was about a minute's worth of clit-fingering when I felt like it, for quick orgasmic relief and a better night's sleep. And I never, ever spoke about it with anybody. At all. Sure, I. Her smooth, dark-tanned skin glistened with a thin film of perspiration, the same perspiration that matted her long honey-blonde hair to her forehead and neck. Her large, firm breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the red, swollen nipples straining for the ceiling. The thick golden patch of fur between her thighs was matted with sticky cum, and her puffy, well-fucked slit oozed a thick river of pearly jism that pooled in the crack of her ass.The insides of her long, firm thighs, sticky with. I had to take care to breathe through my nose as my other passage was blocked. Continuing to work deliberating and surely I slid the cockhead further into my mouth taking the first of the shaft. I sucked while I swallowed and slid my tongue along the underside. The monster cock was hot and pulsing, flexing its massive strength. I stopped with my mouth full and the beginning of that huge shaft inside my lips and sucked for a while, slowly, at first and then hard and fierce, all the while.