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Showing my Virgin Pussy for a BeerI rounded the path corner in the park where the road straightened out for some length and as I cycled I could see a man with his bike stopped on the other side.I was gearing up to acknowledge him with a customary wave from a fellow cyclist, when before I got there, at a point of no return, he pulled his shorts down and began to furiously masturbate himself.I was still a little ways off and I watched him with interest, not the first time I had been confronted by a flasher and stole a look around me, to determine my exit strategy, his age, fitness ability and particularly, his appearance, all accessed, I slowed down and came to a halt diagonally opposite him and watched him wank himself.I had left 5m as a safety margin, I could have mounted the grass verge and cycled off before he could get hold of me. ‘You like this little girl’, he panted out at me?I was not a little girl, though I was a teenager and less than half his estimated age, he certainly looked middle-aged?’What are you doing’, I asked, the more innocent I sounded, the better he felt about my youthful curiosity, the greater the spurt of cum to come shooting out of his cock.We girls all knew of flashers and what they wanted, ‘Want to see me cum for you’, he blurted out, each word spat out with each stroke of his cock, which my eyes were transfixed upon?I looked around again, ‘Brilliant, no one to spoil it’, I thought, ‘Yes’, I replied, knowing what he was going to ask me to do to help him.’Shows yur titties’, he slurred in his dialect, titties emphasizing little buds of breast meat on virgin girls chests, ‘Will you cum on them if I do’, I retorted naughtily, ‘Fuck yes’, he screamed back, his hand a blur of motion as semen shot forth, once, twice, three times, and he panted, ‘Fuck that was awesome’. I thought, ‘I made him do that’, and even though he came just suggesting it, I pulled my top up to show my hard nipples and the budding breasts he craved, small protuberances on my infantile chest with great potential.He stared in disbelief, I was on-board with his fantasy and perversion and if more action was needed, I pulled my shorts down to show him my holiest of holies, my bald pubis and cunt, then turning around, bent forward, always ready to sprint off, and pulled my cheeks apart, to reveal how I really felt, my whole crotch wet in both anticipation and what I was doing willingly.He raised his hand in a small wave, ‘thanks baby, your the best’, he said and I smiled, beaming, he had seen me, all of me and aydınlı escort I mounted my bike to cycle off with my pants still midway down my thighs and the bicycle seat nestling between my ass cheeks as I cycled, what an image to leave him to remember me by, that was who I am, and when I got home, my parents would have been shocked to learn about my outrageous behaviour.In reality it was not me, it was my hormones, they made me horny, made em respond to sexual innuendo and supposition, seeking out men we knew like young girls and offered favours for money and orgasms, theirs and ours, masturbation was one thing, sucking a mans cock and feeling his fingers inside you was another, with £50 in your pocket to boot for blowing him, that was the daughter my parent did not know about.Last year just after my thirteenth and almost a year to date of my periods and sex hormones I was beginning to look like a woman, not enough to fill a small brassiere, but fuck, enough to make men want to fuck me, as one guy said, ‘Who needs Viagra with around’?A compliment for a girl of thirteen like that told me what I was about and where I was heading. Then one day my boyfriend and I went to a music festival, which was full of dolly birds, who were scantily clad, drunk and d**gged and having sex, which both excited me and shocked me at the same time.At one point three girls were walking towards us when some guys shouted, ‘Shows your tits’, and three girls in unison, pulled their tops up to show three pairs of perfect teenage breasts, jiggling with perky nipples, it was that easy to get girls to show.My boyfriend had got an eyeful, as yet he had not seen mine which if I am truthful were nothing like those girls and I felt sick at my lack in the the titty compartment.’You enjoyed that show’, I hurled my hurt at him, but who could blame him, ‘how would you feel if I did that sort of thing’?I don’t know what he thought, he never answered my question, he was probably thinking about any one of those three girls and what he would do with her.Last month the same show was back in town and we went, not reminding ourselves of last years show, but now I was more fuller and on a sexual high, being in estrus and horny with my hormones.I had dressed differently, with a boob tube in fluorescent pink and no underwear, The tube as woolen and hide my erect nipples, my short denim skirt showed my toned legs off, with my athletics and cycling, I was sending out sexual messages, I was ready to fuck.We walked past a beer tent and pendik escort a group of guys wolf whistled, I wanted to look and see if it was me and thus confirm my fuckability status in my own mind, ‘Shows your tits baby girl’ one guy shouted and I laughed it off, praying deep down my boyfriend who enjoyed the three girls last year, would say, ‘Go ahead, flash them’, bur he did not, he suggested I just ignore them, especially when they shouted out the colour of my boob tube, I knew it was me and I wanted to show them.We found a seat and sat down, ‘Want a beer’, he asked me, I had seen people selling cans and d**gs, so I said, ‘I’ll go, you keep the seats’, and thankfully he agreed, not realizing I was going back to way we came, past the beer tent to the catcalling group.As I walked back in that direction I knew my reason for doing so, and the big question on my mind was would I do it and as walked closer and closer, I realized how wet I had become, I was really fucking horny to these dirty cat calling guys.I was light headed, I had a stomach ache, my thighs felt heavy, it was as if my body had already decided to go with these guys and let then have me and my brain was yet to register.I was going back to them because deep down I wanted to do it, and the fear was a turn on for me, trying to imagine where they would drag me and do what they wanted to my body.Suddenly the tent was in view and I searched for the group of guys, but could not see them, ‘Fuck, they’ve gone’ and my heart sank, after all the daring myself and being on my own, strutting my stuff with my back as straight as I could make it so my breasts jutted out in front, I felt it was an opportunity lost.There was an older guy selling beers from a cooler, so I went up to him and asked for two beers, ‘How old are you sweet cheeks’, he asked me, his eyes fixed on my boob tube?’Eighteen’, I replied, suddenly there was a spark, an older guy was hitting on me and I smiled, now my journey seemingly was not wasted.’So if your eighteen, you will have hair on your pussy’?I swallowed hard, ‘Fuck that was a bit over the top’, I thought and my curt reply reflected my shock.’You see sweet cheeks’, he continued, ‘if you were eighteen my answer would not shock you’.I caught on quickly and retorted, ‘So a girl has to show her pussy to get a beer’, I heard the words come out and realised we were quite alone, and as his face broke into a smile, I felt vindicated and emboldened, this old fuck was hitting on me and I quite liked the challenge.I was orhanlı escort standing face on to him, ‘Make you a deal’ I challenged him, ‘I show you my pussy and you give me the beers for free’, fuck after I changed him I felt sick, a sexual sickness, my knees were buckling and nipples ached, my head spun and again I went into a tizzy, as his voice came through and shocked my into reality, ‘You have a deal sweet cheeks, let my see your sweet cunt’.I looked around, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, .’I can’t here’ I said, my words were thick and my throat was tight and my mouth dry, and I swayed unsteadily on my feet, so much so, he laughed and grabbed my arm to steady me, suddenly it felt he had called my bluff.’Steady baby’, he said and he led me to a small tent, his and he ushered me inside, and crawled in behind me. Suddenly we were alone, the tent was dark green in colour, like an ex military and even darker inside where I sat.He was down on his haunches towering over me, ‘Right you can get out of your clobber and earn your beers’, adding, ‘we’re alone, no ones going to see you’, and I began to panic.’Come on sweetheart, I just wanna see you’, and he reached out, took hold of my boob tube and yanked it over my breasts, I sat exposed, dumbfounded and unable to move to protect my modesty, my nipples were huge.He seemed unperturbed at mt breast exposure, disinterested even and I felt disappointed he was seeing me in my glory and yet remained disinterested, just determined to see out the bet.’Come on then, get the shorts and the knickers of and show me’, and I found myself almost mechanically reaching down and slipping off my shorts and panties, being pushed back onto my back while his hands were all all over my crotch, ‘Fuck girl your really fucking wet for it’, and I watched as if in slow motion, he took his cock out and fell on top of me, between my open legs.The sex was nondescript, I felt nothing, but I knew he was indie me, sex at these festivals was normal, but I was just f******n and with a stranger who was in his fifties, soon to be joined by another man who had been watching us, all I heard was, ‘Come on Bill, let me get in there’, and he was on top of me enjoying the fruits of my young body.I left them both high fiving themselves, they had just fucked a young girl for two beers, which I held, one in each hand, my reward for sex with old men.I walked as both their semen ran from me down my legs, as my panties had been kept as a trophy. later on in life when people asked me about losing my virginity, what happened to me was a mixture of a bit of everything, and now I am proud to say I made it happen, it was my decision to go back, offer my pussy for two beers, undress and let him lie on me, and his friend after him.
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