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Subject: My True Sex Life 3/7 - Natasha (mf, teen, sleep, con?)
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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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