I'm Ready
by alan14
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Nick is sitting in his garden, listening to the cricket with a glass of ice cold cider. His peace is disturbed by the rattle of his back gate, it's Vicki, his neighbour's daughter, she's just finished her last high school exam. Nick thinks nothing of it, as Vicki often visits when she's at a loose end. Today is different though, as she needs him to take her cherry before the boys at school get to her first...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Teenagers First Oral Sex Sex Toys .
A warm Tuesday afternoon, the sky was cloudless, a gentle breeze cooling the air.
I was listening to the cricket in the garden, a glass of ice cold cider on the table, when the garden gate rattled, a slim hand reaching over to unfasten the bolt.
“Hey Mr Phillips!”
“Hey Vicki,” I replied as the gate swung open, revealing my neighbour’s daughter, “you look happy.”
“I just finished my last GCSE exam, Physics ... no idea why they saved the worst till last, but now they’re over and I’m free until September.”
“Is your mum not home?”
“She might be, I’ve not checked, I thought I’d come see my favourite neighbour first.”
“And I’m happy to see my favourite neighbour. Pull up a seat, there’s pop in the fridge.”
“That cider looks good...”
“OK, there’s some in the fridge, but just one or Rachel will be annoyed...”
“Mum won’t know, I’ll have some mints before I go home.”
“Cider is deceptively strong.”
“OK, I’ll have a coffee before I go home,” she replied as she walked into the house.
That’s what I liked best about Vicki, she had an answer for everything.
“Anyway, I think mum is out, I’m sure she mentioned something about going to see my nan this afternoon,” Vicki continued as she returned with a glass and two bottles, using one to top up my glass before she poured her own.
Another thing I like about Vicki, she has impeccable manners.
We chatted awhile about how her exams had gone (comme ci comme ca, she reckons she’s aced her French, done OK in history, maths and English Lit; science, however, was not good), how she was getting on with her boyfriend (Connor is no longer in the picture), and her excitement about next weekend’s trip to Blackpool with her dad, who she’d not seen in over a month due to scheduling conflicts with his weekend visits and work commitments.
If I’m honest, I don’t like Vicki seeing her dad. I don’t think he’s a good influence on her, but the courts gave him every other weekend, so there’s not much I can do, and she really does seem excited about their trip to Blackpool.
Half-way through her second bottle of cider, she heard the commentators announce the tea interval, “that’s 20-minutes, right...” she observed.
“Yes,” I replied, impressed she knew this nugget of information.
“So can you turn the radio over for a bit, I’d like some music.”
I pushed the button for Radio One, a preset that only exists to please Vicki on her regular visits.
I’ve no idea what was playing, but it was obviously something Vicki liked. I watched her dancing around my patio; she’d done this before - hence the Radio One preset on my DAB Radio - but something was different today
Vicki’s eyes were closed, they normally were when she danced, but her facial expression was different, there was hunger there.
Her body, too, was different.
Before, Vicki always wore baggy clothes; loose fitting t-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies; but today she was wearing a tight white cropped t-shirt that showed off an impressive chest, and a tanned stomach.
I looked at Vicki longer than I should have ... she’s my neighbour, she’s 16, she’s beautiful ... and as she danced, the little diamond stud in her belly button mesmerised me...
Something niggled in the back of my brain ... she said she hadn’t been home, but there is no way she sat an exam dressed like this ... I’d seen her going to school for an exam last week, she was wearing her uniform, or at least as much of the uniform she felt like wearing that day.
As the song changed, Vicki moved closer, she grabbed my hand, “dance with me,” she urged, her voice low and charged with emotion.
We danced together for a couple of songs, sometimes Vicki moved close, pressing her body against mine, sometimes she moved away, swaying her hips in a way that made her breasts and buttocks move in a most wonderful manner.
My mind grew foggy, I didn’t quite know what was going on, which is why it took me far too long to realise she’d moved me back to the wall, her buttocks grinding against my groin.
“Hold me Mr Phillips,” she gasped.
“Nick, call me Nick,” I found myself replying when I should have been scolding her.
“Hold me Nick.”
Again, I didn’t protest, instead I wrapped my arms around Vicki, encircling her firm, flat stomach.
We were still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of our bodies touching.
“Kiss my neck, Nick, please...”
Something about the situation was completely wrong, but also completely right. I couldn’t resist Vicki’s demands, so I dipped my face and touched my lips to her neck, kissing her warm, tanned skin.
As my lips touched her neck, Vicki let out a low, sensual groan; grinding her buttocks harder against my, by now, very hard cock.
As she ground her buttocks, her hands moved my hands, one to her right breast, sliding the other inside her shorts, where I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. She pressed down on my hand, grinding her pussy against my palm, involuntarily, I slid a finger inside, releasing another long, satisfied groan from Vicki.
“Do you love me Nick?”
“That’s a terrible question to ask in a situation like this,” I replied.
“I know, but do you at least like me?”
“I like you a lot, Vicki...”
“I need you, Nick ... I need you to take me to bed...”
Oh fuck, I sighed.
Should I even think twice about this, Vicki is less than half my age ... she’s 16, so technically legal, but this isn’t a matter of legality, it’s a matter of morality. I’m simply too old to be taking this girl to bed.
“I need you to take my cherry, I don’t trust anyone else to do it properly”
Damn, some of the idiots I see hanging around the park, there’s no way they’d be gentle if they took her virginity.
Vicki did something with her arse cheeks, they gripped my cock and any remaining resolve melted away.
“Let’s go inside,” I whispered.
Vicki started walking, my finger was still buried deep in her pussy, I had no option but to follow.
“Mmm, I’m guessing your bedroom is upstairs,” she mumbled as we walked, locked together, through the kitchen, into the lounge, then out into the hallway.
“Yep, left at the top of the stairs,” I replied, “but maybe you should release my finger...”
“And where would be the fun in that,” Vicki replied as she mounted the first step, pulling me with her.
We climbed the stairs in lock-step, me one step behind the whole way.
I have to admit, it was a lot of fun as I revelled in the feeling of her pussy gripping my finger with each step.
Vicki released me as soon as my door swung shut, “keep hold of my boob until I’m ready to take off my t-shirt,” she demanded, as she kicked off her trainers and slipped out of her shorts.
“It’s OK, you can let go now,” she said, before stepping away and pulling off her t-shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, her large, firm breasts bounced as they were freed from the confines of her cropped t-shirt.
“You like?”
“Very much...” I replied, honestly.
“I’ve seen you looking at mum, am I as pretty as she is?”
“Much prettier ... and I mean that. I dated Rachel back when we were your age, I don’t remember her being as pretty, or as full figured as you are.”
“You dated mum, why am I only just learning about this?”
“Because it was only for a few months...”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“No, we didn’t get that far.”
“But you said my boobs are bigger, did you see mum’s boobs?”
“Yes ... we fooled around a bit, and we saw each other naked, but we never had sex.”
“Mum has seen your penis?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“I can see it...” she said, “well, I can see the shape, and I can see it’s excited about something ... can I see it properly?”
Well, I’m looking at Vicki in all her glory, so it’s only fair...
“Yes, you can see it,” I told her as I reached for my belt buckle.
Vicki stepped forwards and batted my hands away, “let me do it ... I like it in films when the woman undresses her man...”
Before she undressed me, Vicki placed her hand tenderly over my groin, “mmm, I think you do like me...” she grinned.
A moment later Vicki had my belt unbuckled, my shorts were on the floor and she reached inside my boxers, gripping me, “ohh, it’s warm, and so thick,” she said as she pulled my boxers down, “it’s so much bigger than Callum’s!” she exclaimed when she caught sight of my cock.
“When did you see Callum’s cock?” I asked.
“Well, we’ve played around, just like you and mum did,” she answered, and she had a point.
“Can I touch it?” she asked after spending a few moments passing my cock between her hands, weighing it, looking at it, pulling the foreskin back and examining the head closely.
“You’re already touching it,” I replied, my voice catching in my throat as I fought back the urge to take it from Vicki and quickly finish myself off over her beautiful face.
“I mean with my lips ... Callum enjoyed it when I blew him ... he enjoyed it more than I did ... I’m hoping you behave yourself better and don’t try to shove it down my throat until I’m ready to do it myself...”
“Of course you can,” I replied, “why don’t we move to the bed, I’ll lie on my hands so I can’t touch your head.”
“This is why I chose you to be my first,” Vicki whispered as we moved to my bed.
As promised, I lay in the middle of the bed and slipped my hands under my buttocks.
Vicki knelt beside me, she grasped my cock and started to slowly masturbate me, bringing me quickly back to attention.
She noticed a bead of pre-cum and leant forwards, her tongue darting out quickly to taste it.
“Oh, you taste nicer than Connor,” she observed, “he was all salty.”
“That was just pre-cum, it’s like a lubricant. My sperm will be salty when it arrives in a few minutes.”
“I bet it still tastes nicer than Connor’s,” she replied.
Now she was ready, she opened her mouth wide and took me inside.
Ahh, she’d done this before, and knew exactly what to do with her lips and tongue, soon bringing me to the edge of orgasm, before pulling back, leaving me on the precipice, my cock head glistening with pre-cum.
“If I make you cum, can we still make love?”
“Oh yes, but we’ll have to wait a little while, I’m not as young as Connor.”
“I made him cum twice on the bus home from Lancaster once...” a note of pride in her voice.
“On the bus?” I asked, shocked.
“We were the only people on the top deck, and we were on the back seat, so the driver couldn’t see us on his CCTV.”
“Maybe we have a cuddle in between, then we can make love.”
Vicki quivered with anticipation as she got back to work. This time she took my whole length, I could feel pressure from her throat on my head and her lips on my groin. She held me there for a few moments, using her cheeks to massage my cock before pulling back, a satisfied grin on her pretty face, proud that she’d taken my full length.
“Woo, that’s so much easier with Connor, but more satisfying with you ... what would happen if you came while I had you in my mouth like that?”
“I can’t imagine it would be pleasant for you, my cum will shoot right down your throat.”
“I’ve done it once like that with Connor, but he’s shorter and slimmer, so he doesn’t go all the way back, and he doesn’t fill me up like you just did. I’ve practiced with mum’s dildo ... she doesn’t know I’ve seen it, or her other toys ... she has butt plugs and everything ... I always wash them after I’ve played with them ... she has this one dildo that’s bigger than you, I’ve not used that, it scares me a little ... her other one is between you and Connor ... I’ve deep throated that loads of times, it’s fun, and exhausting, but it’s never satisfied me as much as you just did.”
“Well, if you want to try, I’m not going to stop you...” I replied, hoping she’d get back to work soon, or I was going to cum spontaneously and ruin everyone’s fun.
As if she’d read my thoughts, Vicki took me back inside, this time fucking me properly with her mouth, playing her tongue around my head, teasing the glans with her tongue stud ... did I mention she had a tongue stud? I’ve never been with a woman with a pierced tongue before, and now I know exactly what I’ve been missing. The sensation of the cool metal touching my hot cock was exquisite, and I don’t think I can last much longer.
Vicki sensed my impending orgasm and sped up her ministrations until I was right on the edge, then she took me in her throat, her lips locked on my groin.
Holy shit, I came hard, my back lifting off my bed, freeing my hands. I placed one gently on Vicki’s head, my fingers in her hair ... even in the throes of passion, I felt a need to be able to lift her head if she got into trouble,
Jet after jet of hot spunk shot down Vicki’s hungry throat, I felt her muscles pulsing as she swallowed everything I could give.
I was beginning to worry about her, and was about to lift her head when she unlocked her lips and pulled slowly away, sucking every last drop of cum from my cock, leaving it clean, fresh, and a little sore from the pressure exerted by her strong throat muscles.
Vicki held her mouth open for a moment, showing me she’d swallowed everything.
“Oh wow! I’ve wanted to do that for so long ... did I do OK?” her voice was raspy from the battering she’d just given her throat.
“You were more than OK...” I managed to reply once I’d got my breath back.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked, a little nervously.
“Of course you can...”
“It’s just Connor would never let me kiss him after we’d done it, he said it would be a bit gay to kiss me when I tasted of his cum. That’s yet another reason why we’re not together anymore...”
I pulled Vicki up the bed and brought her lips to mine, showing her just what I felt about Connor and his attitude.
We kissed, tenderly at first, then more passionately. Vicki held me tightly, her full breasts pressing against my chest as she started to grind herself against my cock, quickly bringing it back to life.
“Will it hurt?” she asked.
“Have you used your mum’s dildo much?”
“Never ... not in my pussy ... I just practice blowjobs on them, because I love giving blowjobs ... they’re so sensual, holding my man in my hands, and in my mouth, tasting him, feeling him grow in my mouth, then the taste of his cum ... well, not so much that with a dildo ... or with Connor ... but in films ... girls look so sexy with a big dick in their mouth ... I’ve used mum’s butt plugs in my bum ... and her smallest dildo in there a couple of times ... but I wanted to stay a virgin ... I’ve been saving myself for you ... I was 16 last week ... you’ve no idea how hard it’s been for me to wait until I was legal.”
“I had no idea you felt this way about me...”
“The sexy dancing was a clue...” she replied, smiling.
“I’m sorry I didn’t take the hint.”
“It’s OK, because if you had, we may have done this sooner, and then it would have been illegal, and I don’t ever want to risk getting you in trouble.”
I pulled Vicki close, and we kissed again for a while, feeling her sensual body pressing into mine.
“It might ... no, it probably will hurt at first, but we’ll take it slow until you get used to the sensation.”
“I picked the right one...” Vicki whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear, then she smiled, “if you kiss me the whole time, then it will be like a pain killer.”
We kissed, our passions growing as Vicki ground herself against me, getting herself ready, building the courage...
“I’m ready...” she whispered into my mouth as she reached down and grasped my cock, she gasped as she touched it to her pussy lips.
I felt her take a deep breath, then she moved her hips and I was inside ... just like that, she abandoned the ‘take it slow’ tactic and I was impaled, balls deep in this beautiful girl.
I opened my eyes, just as a single tear ran down Vicki’s cheek, I kissed it away and she gave me the sweetest smile.
“That really hurt,” she whispered, her voice breaking a little, “it still does, so can we stay like this for a while?”
“I won’t move a muscle until you’re ready.”
“I love you, Mr Phillips,” she whispered as she brought her lips back to mine.
We lay like that, our lips touching, my hands on Vicki’s wonderfully shapely arse cheeks, for a few minutes, until she whispered, “I’m ready,” again.
I lay still, waiting for Vicki to make the first move ... I didn’t have to wait long.
She lifted off me slightly, only moving her hips, a fraction of an inch at first, lengthening her stroke a little each time.
I kept my hands on her buttocks, massaging them as she rode me, only moving her hips, her breasts staying pressed against my chest.
I was in heaven, lying still as the most beautiful girl I’d ever met fucked me; her hips moving faster and faster, her breaths growing deeper and faster as she neared her orgasm.
When her orgasm hit, it wasn’t a minor event.
She lifted her body, her hands moving to my chest, her fingers gripping my hairs, her breasts bouncing hypnotically as she moved her hips ever faster; up and down, side to side; until she suddenly stiffened, her hands closing, her nails digging into my chest. She opened her eyes wide and gasped, “oh my!” followed by a scream that made me grateful that my neighbours either side were at work.
She continued to ride me through her orgasm and onto her second before she flopped forwards, “I’m pooped...” she sighed, “and sore all over...”
“You will be, you’ve given your pussy quite a pounding...”
“I did, didn’t I,” she giggled.
“Have a nice long bath when you get home, that will make you feel better.”
“Can I have a bath here?”
“I’m afraid not, I don’t have a bath, just a shower.”
“You could go back with me, you could help bathe me ... my aches will be soothed much better if you sponge them away.”
“What about Rachel?”
“She won’t be home for ages, maybe not until tomorrow. She often stays overnight at nan’s ... I’ll message her first...”
Reassured that Rachel was staying at her nan’s, and Rachel reassured that Vicki would be OK on her own, and would go to the nice Mr Phillip’s house if she needed anything, we dressed and left my house.
We walked up the back alley to Vicki’s house three doors away. Rachel had been on her own about as long as I had, Vicki’s dad leaving her when she was about 8 years old. Since then she’d stayed resolutely single, not wanting to suffer another broken heart. She held down two jobs to pay the mortgage and bills. For this reason, she didn’t have a whole lot of time for housework, and in that vein, had the back garden paved, with just a few terracotta planters and a raised flowerbed made from old railway sleepers. It looked good.
Upstairs, I started running a bath while Vicki undressed. I found a bath bomb on the vanity and tossed it under the hot water tap. Soon the bathroom was filled with the warm scent of lavender and orange.
As I watched the foam filling the bath, I felt Vicki wrap her arms around me from behind. The feeling of her warm, full breasts pressing into my back brought memories of my ex-wife to mind.
Rowena used to hold me like this, her chin resting on my shoulder, watching whatever I was watching, the TV, the landscape, the football or cricket.
Thinking about it, Vicki was a lot like Rowena in many ways ... they had very similar figures for a start, and were a similar height. Vicki was a natural blonde, whereas Rowena had very dark, almost jet black hair.
It’s not often I thought about my Rowena, I don’t think she’s entered my mind since Christmas ... we are still on cordial terms, and exchange cards at Christmas and birthdays ... and now here she is, front and centre of my mind in all her naked beauty. I can even smell her perfume, Dior Poison was her favourite.
“What perfume are you wearing, Vicki,” I asked.
“I’ve got mum’s on today, Poison, I thought you’d like it.”
“That’s why I’ve been thinking about Rowena, she used to wear it.”
“Are they happy thoughts?”
“Strangely, they are...” I replied as I helped Vicki step through the bubbles and into the bath.
“I’ll go put the kettle on, make a pot of tea...”
“Don’t go ... stay and talk to me ... you can sponge the places I can’t reach.”
I smiled and pulled a stool over to sit by the bath.
Vicki handed me a sponge mitt, and I washed her back, then I washed her front, running it over and around her breasts, eliciting a low groan as I ran my hand down her belly and over her pussy.
At this point I abandoned the mitt and used my hand on her pussy, sliding a couple of fingers inside as I sensed her nearing orgasm. She grabbed hold of my hand as she came, not letting go until the tremors subsided.
As her breathing steadied, I remembered she said she’d used one of her mother’s butt plugs, so I moved my hand around to her back and started to run it over her bum cheeks. She leaned forwards a little as I worked, so I took my chance and slid my hand between her cheeks, running my fingers up and down her crack before I pressed my middle finger against her bum hole.
Vicki let out a low groan as my finger slid inside.
“Is this OK?” I asked.
“It’s very ok...” she sighed, “use two fingers if you like,” she added as I felt her slip a hand to her pussy, sliding a couple of fingers inside for a bit of DP action.
Once my middle finger was moving smoothly, which didn’t take long as it was underwater, I slipped my index finger inside and we both started thrusting together.
I’m glad I wasn’t wearing my best clothes, because within seconds she came hard, very hard, her legs kicking up a storm, soaking me, and the rest of the bathroom, in the process.
“Holy shit...” she cried as she came down, “I’ve never felt anything like that before ... so intense ... can we do that again some time?”
“Any time you like,” I replied, and I meant it.
“Could we try with your cock?”
“That will probably hurt, maybe me in the front and one of your mum’s toys in the back.”
“You know how you were making a pot of tea ... help me up first, and then I think I’ll have a cup.”
I reached out for Vicki’s hand, she stood up in the bath ... the sight of her breasts emerging from the foam is definitely one that will stay with me forever.
I wrapped her in a big towel as she stepped out, lingering as long as possible, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this stunning girl.
Eventually, I found the strength to leave the bathroom, going downstairs to make a pot of tea, as promised.
Vicki entered the kitchen about 5 minutes later, wearing only a smile and a fresh squit of Dior Poison.
I quickly looked out of the kitchen window.
“It’s OK, nobody can see me unless I walk close to the window, and all our neighbours are at work or school ... I’m the oldest kid on the block, so there’s only me finished for the summer.”
I poured two mugs of tea, adding the milk as Vicki turned around and spread her arse cheeks.
“Do you like?” she asked as I wiped up the milk I’d spilled when I caught sight of the red gemstone between her cheeks.
“Ahh ... yes, it’s very pretty.”
“This is my favourite,” she said, taking a sip of her tea, “it’s the middle one in the set, the third one is too big, it hurt when I tried it.”
I was lost for words. Rowena and I had been very active sexually, but we never talked about sex ... at least not when we weren’t having sex, during sex we would talk about what we wanted to do, and how we’d do it, but outside the bedroom, we rarely mentioned it ... so this was new territory for me.
“Do you ... err ... talk about stuff like this with your friends?”
“I never talk about you, so don’t worry you’ll get arrested or anything,” Vicki replied quickly.
“That’s not what I meant ... it’s just I’m not used to talking about sex ... or being with someone who is so open...”
“Oh, I see what you mean ... I talk about boys with my friends, and we talk about things we like to do, and we compare our boyfriends ... even though Connor is very disappointing in many ways, he appears to be the best of a poor batch in my year group.”
“I see...”
“But again, I won’t talk about you with my friends ... well, I might, but I won’t tell them your name...”
I had to smile at that.
We drank our tea in silence. Once more, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from the vision in front of me. She seemed so calm, so natural and relaxed sitting there as naked as the day she was born.
I wonder if she knew how beautiful she was, how happy she made me feel just by sharing her time with me when she could be with her friends.
Our drinks finished, Vicki collected our mugs and rinsed them in the sink, the sink that’s right in front of the window, so she’s now visible to anyone in the houses opposite.
“Isn’t that a little dangerous?”
“It’s not physically dangerous,” she replied, “I won’t get hurt.”
“But someone could see you...”
“I know,” she replied calmly, “there’s an old lady opposite, she’s watching me now ... don’t turn around or she’ll see you as well, and she’s a proper gossip ... I often come down here naked, I like the feeling that someone can see me ... is that weird?”
“No, it’s not weird ... there’s lots of people who like to show themselves to others...”
“Yes! And they get paid for it. I can’t wait until I’m 18, it’ll be fun having an Only Fans or something ... or maybe I’ll just let you see me naked ... would that be special, you being the only man who gets to see me properly naked?”
And once again I was speechless.
“But ... what about a boyfriend?”
“I’m through with boys ... I’ve had three boyfriends, Josh, Aaron and Connor, in that order, and they’ve all been disappointing. You, on the other hand, are a gentleman and you have my heart forever.”
With that, Vicki turned around and ran into my arms, “I’m ready...” she whispered.
Ready for what? I wondered.
We moved upstairs, to Rachel’s room, as Vicki only had a single bed.
“I’ll take all the bedding to the laundrette in the morning,” Vicki assured me.
“What shall we do first,” she asked as I undressed.
“First I make you feel like a princess, then if you’re up to it, we’ll make love while you wear the plug ... that’s not something I’ve ever experienced.”
“You made me feel like a princess in the bath, how can you make me feel better than that?”
“Lie down and I’ll show you.”
Vicki lay in the middle of her mother’s bed, I nudged her legs apart, lifting her knees to give me a great view of her pussy.
I leant forwards to breathe in the scent of Vicki’s arousal. Her whole body quivered as my nose brushed her clit.
“Oh my god! Nobody has done this to me before.”
“Have none of your boyfriends gone down on you before?”
“No ... never...”
“That’s hardly fair, when you blew them...”
“Well, boys are pathetic, they’re lazy, they need the girls to do all the work. I know that now, and won’t be wasting my time with them ever again.”
Conversation over, I dipped my head and breathed in her scent again, it was a heady mix of lavender and orange from the bath bomb, and teenage arousal. Dior should bottle it, it would be an instant best seller.
Vicki was quivering in anticipation, I aimed and darted my tongue, hoping to hit her clit as it moved below me. I caught it on the way past and she practically exploded, her orgasm hitting instantaneously.
I didn’t let her relax, instead, I gripped an arse cheek in each hand to steady her, and set to work on her pussy. I ran my tongue from the bottom to the top, pausing to tease her clit some more, before running back down more slowly, luxuriating in the taste of her juices.
I pushed my tongue inside, which prompted another scream from Vicki, followed by her grabbing my hair, locking me in place.
I got back to work on her clit, slipping a couple of fingers in her pussy. As I pushed them inside, I felt the butt plug, it was bigger inside than I suspected, and I was looking forward to the sensation of making love with both holes filled.
I wanted Vicki to cum a couple more times first...
She was tiring, the orgasms sapping her energy, and her hands slipped from my hair. Freed, I lifted my head, replacing my tongue with my thumb, working her pussy and clit hard with fingers and thumb.
Her screams were getting louder, and I wondered if her neighbours were back from work yet.
My mind whipped back to the room when I felt my hand grow damp, a pool of warm, sweet smelling liquid...
“I’m so sorry!” Vicki cried.
“What for?” I asked.
“I just peed in your hand.”
“No you didn’t, this is squirt, my reward for treating you right.”
“Are you sure, it felt like I’d peed.”
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