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I only ever screwed Natasha once, but boy was it a doozy. She was 19, short,
slim with strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but
an arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha through mutual
friends, and got along so well with her we became friends ourselves. She had a
reputation as something of an 'easy' girl, but at the time I knew her she had a
serious boyfriend so had tempered her love of sex (or so I thought) - therefore
I didn't really contemplate making a move on her, although I certainly admired
her body whenever she was around. Nevertheless there was always an element of
sexual tension between us, lots of flirting and suggestive comments - usually on
her part - about us sleeping together or fooling around. I was quietly rueing
the fact that she had a boyfriend, while she often implied that this fact was
the only thing stopping her from fucking me senseless - or so I thought.

One night Natasha and a few friends came back to my place after a long drinking
session. It all wound up about 3am with my offer of a bed for everyone present,
however after all the spare beds, mattresses and quilts had been taken Natasha
and another male friend, Simon, were still without a place to sleep. Ever the
optimist I suggested that they could share my queen size bed, to which they
agreed provided there was no hanky-panky! So we all stripped down to underpants,
boxer shorts and t-shirts and got into bed, Simon on the far side, Natasha in
the middle and me behind her. I was last in, and we were all still talking and
saying our goodnights when I slipped under the covers. After a minute or two of
silence, Natasha, who was lying on her side facing away from me, moved slightly
and pressed her panty-covered arse back into my groin - a come-on sign if ever
there was one.

Not wanting to wake Simon, who by now was lightly snoring, with minimal movement
I moved my hand across so that it was resting on Natasha's thigh. There I
started to gently stroke the backs of her thighs with my fingers, from the backs
of her knees right up to where her panties began under the cheeks of her hard
little arse. This I did for an eternity, covering every inch of her legs and
pretty much all of her butt. Soon I was tired of this, so slid my hand along her
side, over her underwear and up underneath her t-shirt. There I started the same
routine on the small of her back, then her tight belly and the undersides of her
small but mouth-wateringly firm titties. This whole process took well over half
an hour, beginning at 3.20am, and it was past 4am on my bedside clock before I
even contemplated touching her pussy...

At this stage I was starting to wonder whether she was still awake, as her
breath could be audibly heard even over the soft rustling of the sheets. However
I decided to proceed regardless, moving my hand down to the cheeks of her
fabulous arse and slipping ever so carefully underneath the elastic at the back
of her thighs. I cupped her arse-cheek for a while, before slowly inching my
long, middle finger down into the valley formed by her inner thighs. The tip
brushed against her light, downy pubes and - this is a moment I remember vividly
- when I applied pressure I found an absolute lake of moisture: she was wet
beyond belief! 

Taking this as tacit approval for what I was doing, I started to move my finger
all around her fantastic pussy, smearing her copious juices all over her mound,
inner thighs and panties. She wasn't as tight as many girls I'd fucked, but
neither was she appallingly loose and I had great fun probing every inch of her
exquisite cunt with the middle three fingers of my right hand. The best part was
the minutes I spent lightly brushing her clitoris, which while not huge was very
prominent, and I lay still breathless, listening for the changes in her own
breathing when I brushed over her button with my index finger. She was
responding keenly, despite not a word passing between us, and I decided it was
time for a little action...

Reaching down with my other hand I slowly and gently inched down her underwear
so that they were down in the region of her knees - she was still on her side
facing away from me, with legs together, but her pussy presented itself to me
perfectly from side-on. Once her panties were out of the way, I inched down my
own boxer shorts then moved in as close to her as I could get, using minimal
movements so as not to wake our fellow bedmate. My hard cock sprung up and
prodded the back of her thighs, so I took it in my hand and gently started
probing around the space between her upper thighs. My sensitive knob felt her
cunt juices smearing all over it, and I spent a few minutes just rubbing her
mound with my helmet, the tip of my dick getting wetter and wetter. When
satisfied I started to apply a little more pressure, then BINGO, my cock started
to be engulfed by the soft, warm, wet ring of her vagina as I slid inside her.

She took it easily and without noise, and after a few seconds I had every inch
inside her. My groin was pressed up into her tight little butt, my thighs
against the back of her thighs, my right hand gripping her hip and my dick
buried as far as it would go in her burning pussy. After savouring the feel of
her I started to slowly withdraw and slide in again. I knew it would be a short
fuck, as my orgasm starting building only minutes after I entered her, so I
tried to prolong it as best I could. It became a slow, grinding screw, I put my
hand across and fondled her hard tits as a jammed it into her slowly but surely.
And she seemed to be enjoying it despite the lack of noise or movement, as a
torrent of juices seeped out of her pussy and smeared all over my inner thighs.
After perhaps four or five minutes it became all too much for me - I grabbed her
hips, pulled her hard back against me and pumped her full of my semen. 

We lay there for ages, me hoping to get hard again quickly so I could repeat the
dose - however the beer overtook me and I ended up falling asleep with my
softening cock inside her. When I awoke it has slipped out, so I dressed myself,
pulled Natasha's panties back up around her leaking gash and rolled over for
some kip. The next morning nothing was said about the night before, prompting me
to wonder whether she actually *had* been asleep; and in fact nothing was ever
said between us. I started to wonder if you could actually fuck a girl like this
without waking her up, and to this day it's a bit of a mystery in my sex life.
However regardless of whether she was asleep, or just feigned sleep so as not to
feel guilty about cheating on her boyfriend, I don't care - it was a great fuck,
pure and simple, and I thank and congratulate her for it. 

I never really got the opportunity to screw her again, and I regret this,
although I did get to pork her friend Kate. The last I heard she was engaged to
another local man with, allegedly, a monster cock. And good luck to her.


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