Beth and Kirsten Get Fucked

He is abandoned as a baby, dumped in a food bank, a squalid pile of human waste, behind a cheap supermarket. He never manages to trace his parents but grows up a shy, reclusive, insular boy in an orphanage run by a community of caring women who believe in developing individual children to thrive on the talent that make them unique. He excels at adding up numbers, taking them away, dividing them into shares, multiplying them until they grow. A mathematical child genius, at the age of seven he is adopted by Esther and Richard, a childless pair of chartered tax accountants living in the suburbs, who send him to the state infant, junior, and secondary modern schools. He is top of the class at maths and sport, winning the school cross country race three years running, excelling at field and track events. Soon, he is joining the nearest running club, Myrtlesham AC.

It is there, at the impressionable age of eighteen, that he meets a chubby, virgin girl called Beth and instantly falls in love with her. The two of them are inseparable. As soon as school is out, he runs home, has supper with Esther, goes upstairs to his room, get changed, then dashes off to meet Beth at the sports ground. There, they run five thousand and ten thousand metre one-on-one races on the flat, over hurdles. After they’ve showered and changed, they go to the park, find an empty bench, sip their energy drinks, share an energy bar, and kiss.

Beth loves to be kissed on the lips, but since her teeth are locked in a brace, that is as far as she is prepared to go. If he runs his fingers through her long hazel hair or up the soft insides of her thighs or fondles her breasts, she politely says: no, not till I’ve grown-up, and stays his wandering hand.

Impatient for her sex, he forces himself on her in the longest couch grass behind the sports ground, pushing his tongue greedily between her wired-up teeth, tickling her palate. She reacts, caressing his ears, cheeks and neck, holding his hand to her plump breast. Electrified by her, he massages her breasts, feeling her teats stiffen. Her soft hand wanders off, squeezing the firm buttocks inside his running shorts.

She sighs, ‘What would you like me to do?’

‘Take off your shirt and bra.’

‘Only if you let me see your fucking cock first.’

Breathless, he stands Otele gelen escort over her, pulls off his cream club sweatshirt, revealing his sparsely haired chest, the delicious smattering of dark chocolate moles on his arms and torso, then drops his shorts and pants. He is erect, rigid, straining for her. She slides out from under him, sits up straight, pulls her brand new white running shirt over her head, reaches behind her back and unclips her bra. Her pendulous breasts flop out in his face. He groans his admiration: he has never seen a girl’s breasts before, and Beth’s are huge, beautiful, kissable. She lies on the ground feeling the harsh spikes of grass scratching her bare back and legs. He lies beside her wondering where this sultry young vixen will lead him next.

‘Suck my fucking breasts,’ she dares him.

He obliges her, cupping her heaving breasts in his hands, kissing then sucking each nipple in turn, as she lightly runs her fingers over his belly, into his coarse pelt of hair, and grasps his rigid shaft.

‘Fuck my cunt!’ she cries, wriggling out of her running shorts and sopping wet panties.

Beth’s cunt is a gaping gash of flappy folds and twisted curls of raw steak flesh embedded in her bush of curly pubic hair. She spreads her legs wide open and splays her cunt with her fingers, so that he can see her erectile clit smothered in shiny girlie jus, her pulsing fuck-hole beckoning him in. He mounts her, pushing his full throbbing, thick-girthed cock deep inside her, fucking her cunt so hard, her body trembles and shudders with the motion.

‘Fill me with your spurting cum,’ she screams, ‘I’m going to squirt.’

He releases copious spurts of fertile semen into her clenching cunt, loving the sensation of her birth muscle squeezing every last drop of semen out of his throbbing cock, forcing his contracting balls to climb up his thrusting shaft. Fucking her deeply, as best he can with his near spent penis, he grabs her heaving fat breasts, and pushes them against her blushing face forcing a nipple into her mouth to suck. Writhing in ecstasy, Beth moans, her strong fuck-hole forcibly ejecting his flaccid cock, as she squirts hot jus over his hairy belly.

At the age of nineteen, she wins a scholarship to a sports college. He fears he’ll never Rus escort see her again. He is devastated, lost without her, lonely beyond words. He binge eats, puts on weight. He hates himself, staring in the bedroom mirror at his folds of flab, his fat rump, bloated tummy, his chef’s arms. Beth was his life: his life is meaningless without her. He truants from school, missing meals, avoiding contact with anyone. Instead, he fritters his time, locked inside his bedroom, lying on the bed naked, his eyes closed, dreaming of when he had sensational sex with his girlfriend.

It is Richard who intervenes, insisting that Beth would want him to make her proud of him.

Reluctantly, he accompanies his adoptive father to the gym. He meets Kirsten, a stunning brunette fitness trainer with a kind heart and can-do attitude who works him out until his bones ache, who shifts the slabs of fat off his gym-flailed body, until the muscles are bleeding out of his rigid torso.

Late one night, after a gruelling workout, Kirsten asks him to wait for her while she changes. She appears at the gym entrance wearing her tight salmon pink sports bra, floppy paint-splashed shorts and trainers. His jaw flaps as she mounts the cross-trainer, bows her head, tying her hair back off her face. He studies her hands as she grips the handles: she has wrinkled, malformed fingers. She must be ten years older than me, he thinks, but beautiful with perfectly tanned skin. She bears a new italic tattooed inscription on her right forearm which tells him we are more than just friends.

The gym is empty, the temperature stifling hot, the tension between them: scintillating, tingling.

‘Come and join me,’ she murmurs, not looking at him, discarding the white towel on her shoulder.

Captivated, he stands behind her on the cross-trainer gazing at her slender back in childish awe as she proudly frees her breasts, pulling her sports bra off over her head, jettisoning it on the floor.

‘New to this, aren’t you?’ she says reaching behind her taking his hand in hers, ‘Let me help you.’

She cups his hands around her smooth, round breasts. Phenomenal, her breasts feel phenomenal. He has never felt a grown woman’s breasts. Kirsten is sexy, unsettling, disquieting, horny, teasing him to the point of detonation. Sincan escort He feels his gland, stretching and straining, against his gym shorts.

‘Haven’t started yet,’ she growls then tells him to go find one of the washable pale grey gym mats hanging off the wall in the core strength zone, to get undressed, lie on the mat, and wait for her.

‘What if someone sees us?’ he asks, busily circling her flat bronze nipples, teasing her erect teats with the balls of his thumbs.

She slides a hand inside her tie-dye shorts and holds up a bunch of keys, ‘My turn to lock up. Go lie on the mat.’

He lets her breasts flop out of his groping hands, reflecting on how permissive, how adventurous, she is – compared to Beth. He dismounts the cross-trainer, hurries to core zone, finds a clean mat, strips off his shirt, tracksuit bottoms, pumps, socks and pants, lies naked on the mat and waits for her. Kirsten, relishing the prospect of his rigid young penis filling her, pulls off her shorts to reveal a salmon pink g-string, stands over his head, and draws her string aside, shorn, bald, dripping wet.

‘Well,’ she says, smiling at him, laughing at his blushing, astonished face, ‘Like me to fuck you?’

Dry-mouthed, beguiled by her, voice paralysed with arousal, he lies silently nodding his assent.

She sits astride him, lowers her arse onto him, takes him inside her and bonds him to her for life. He has never fucked a woman’s arse before. He loves the sensation of her rectal muscle clenching his cock, but wonders if she shat for him in anticipation of her anal fuck.

‘Don’t just lie there, stupid,’ she screams, ‘Fuck my fucking arse.’

He thrusts his cock upwards, covering his nub and shaft in her anal slime, throbbing and pulsing, attempting to constipate her into orgasm. She holds his hands to he firm breasts, cupping them to her flat bronze nipples as she approaches climax. As he fucks her anal fuck-hole, he feels her jus, her warm body liquid, jet out of her splayed red cunt, saturating his belly with creamy girlie cum, Unable to hold back any longer, he spurts his full ball’s quota of ejaculated semen deep into her clenching arsehole. Her breasts and belly press on his torso as she flops forward, spent and fucked.

His mobile rings. He wraps an arm around Kirsten, clenching her buttock with his left hand as she sleeps with his cock wedged up inside her arse. He answers as quietly as he can. It’s Beth, asking if he’ll fuck her cunt behind the sports ground when she comes home to see him this weekend. Who is he to say no?