Sevastopol Sylvies Perspective 02

(This account of Sevastopol is the second of three parts. It runs in parallel with "Sevastopol School Break Project", but probably a good idea to read the other story first... I think. Oosh.)

"Tim, take Sylvie to your room and only come out after she has had an orgasm," he said.

What? Did I hear that right or was I drunk?

I could see Tim look at Kristy as if asking what she thought? Kristy just shrugged, she was more interested in gripping and tugging Giles' erection, and not part of any dare. Tim was hesitating at something. I don't know what. I sat and rubbed my temples, I was really dizzy now.

"Okay," I heard him say, and he came over and took my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"This way."

"Why? Where?"

"Down here," Tim said, leading me down the hall. I was staggering even with his help.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to bed."

"Oh god. Why?" I asked, hoping that didn't mean..., "What will you do to me?"

"Put you in bed with me."

"Why? What do you want me to do?"

"Come on, Sylvie. You know what happens in bed."

"Oh god, are you going to have sex to me?"

"Yes."

"Oh god. I don't know you."

"You will soon."

I was trembling as Tim lifted the covers to his bed and told me to get in.

"Do I have to?"

"In."

"Are you really going to have sex to me?"

"In."

"Oh god," I shuddered. Tim laid me on the sheets and climbed in next to me. And we kissed. We were naked and in bed, and he kissed me like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Tim's hands ran all over me and through my hair, yet I didn't know what to do with mine. The feeling of him gripping my bare backside and pushing me against his erection was extraordinary. If a real boyfriend was doing it, I would have been thrilled and overjoyed to finally be manhandled. But with a guy I didn't know, I knew I was selling myself cheaply.

Oh, but when he touched between my legs, I cared less. I jumped at the fingers running through me and pushing inside. It was SO more thrilling to have someone else do it. I felt like I was being fingered for the first time, no matter how much I had been doing it to myself. Oh god. I literally groaned as the finger wriggled inside me.

"Hold my cock," Tim said.

Huh? I was concentrating on my own bliss, gripping his shoulder so tight I worried I was scratching. But Tim took his finger out of me and made me hold his erection, showing me how to pull on him.

Okay, okay, I get it, I wanted to say but dared not. I lay back and opened my legs as I tugged him. Oh, thank goodness he began fingering me again, from the front this time.  I'd wanted to experience that so badly, I couldn't believe it came so suddenly. I had a live erection in hand and someone other than me was fingering me. I would feel better if I wasn't doing it with some random guy from school, but maybe this Tim could be my boyfriend? By rights, he should at least date me after doing this to me in his bed. Oh, it was so nice I wanted to purr. And I don't know why, I had an urge to lick his erection. My girl-wants-boy hormones had taken over my brain. Could this guy be my boyfriend? Would he be? But I hardly knew him, and he didn't know me either.

"Why are you doing this? I don't know you."

"Because you're gorgeous. And your body is hot as hell. People won't believe I got into your pants. And so fucking easily."

Oh god, I need to make out I didn't want this so badly, otherwise he'll tell the whole town I'm available for sex. How am I going to play this out?

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation.

"You are a serious babe. Everyone guessed you'd look hot with your clothes off but shit... it's better than that. You're a cum magnet."

"I don't know what that is," I sighed. More bloody Australian words.

"It means I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh god, please, it will hurt. I don't want a baby," I pleaded, suddenly thinking about motherhood. As much as I wanted to go through the process of getting pregnant, I really really didn't want to actually be pregnant. Did that make sense?

"Sylvie, you'll be fine. Once you've got cock in you... you'll get used to it."

"I don't know you."

"I'm fingering you," Tim said, pushing in deep and rolling around. "And you're holding my cock. You know me enough."

"Oh god, I'm virgin. This is not my place to be here." I was going to add 'with you' but stopped short.

"But here you are."

Tim kissed my mouth again, then my face, my neck, my breasts, and went down between my legs to suck and lick my slit. I was thrilled. I'd watched Tim do this to Kristy and was enthralled. Now he was doing it to me. I thought I was going to pee I was so excited, but there was no pushing him off. That boy's face was latched firmly onto my pussy.

"Wow, you taste good," Tim mumbled as he drank. "How can you taste so good."

I was happy he liked my juices because it was pouring out.

"Open your legs more," he told me, coming back up my body.

"Oh god. Please don't get me pregnant," I said, seeing he had a look of singular purpose.

"Open."

"Please, don't get me a baby."

Tim didn't say anything, he kissed me. Oh, that familiar taste of my own pussy was all over his face, I wriggled to take a deep breath through my nose. I was glad he loved the taste of my vagina, too.

"Oh god," he was trying to fuck me. I opened my legs wide to make it easier if I could.

"Oh god, I don't want a baby. Not here," I told myself, but I knew it wouldn't stop. I wanted a boy in me as much as that boy wanted to be in me.

"I know what we need. Stay there."

Tim got out of bed, out of the room, and down the hall.  Oh, thank goodness, he was going to get condoms. He was about to go inside me without one. Though I never liked the idea of some non-human material being put deep up inside me, it was more sensible if we used one.

When he came back Tim sat on the bed next to me. He held up the gel.

"This will make you easier to fuck," he told me. "Let's take another look at you."

Gel? Not condoms but gel?

Tim pulled the covers off me. I lay on my back, giving his eyes and hands access to my body. Naked. I still couldn't believe I was finally like this with a boy.

"You are gorgeous," Tim said, touching me. "These are great tits. Fantastic. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I had in Korea," I said with some regret, that boy would be heartbroken to know how cheaply I finally sold my body after being with him for so long for nothing.

"Did he do this to you?" Tim asked, licking my nipple.

I shook my head.

"Hmm. Poor guy. You are something special naked," Tim said, putting his hand through my pussy again. "Open your legs."

I was so thrilled to be having real sex that I could cry. I opened my thighs obscenely wide and took his finger. Tim rolled around my insides, it was heavenly.

"You're going to get fucked. Right there," Tim smiled, giving a flick against her vaginal wall.

Fucked. I looked at his erection. Would that all fit? We might need a few tries. We might need time to open me up. It would be better if this boy agreed to be my boyfriend, then I wouldn't feel the panic to get it all in today.

"Are you my boyfriend now?" I asked, as innocently as I could.

"Huh?"

"Are you my boyfriend?"

Tim smiled.

"Only people in a relationship have sex, you think?" Tim asked. "You don't want to just fuck and go home?"

"No!" I shook my head. If this boy was going to do me, I wanted him to keep doing me. I didn't want it just once, that would be too cruel.

"But it's okay if I'm your boyfriend? Fucking your boyfriend is okay?"

"Girls let their boyfriend try sex on them. It's more normal."

"You didn't give sex to your boyfriend in Korea," Tim challenged.

"He didn't try. Now you are going to do it to me."

"Put the gel on me," Tim simply replied.

"Do I have to? Are you really going to have sex with me?"

I was hoping that having sex would mean agreeing to be my boyfriend, but I still wasn't sure he understood or agreed.

"Yeah! I'm not passing this up. Every guy at school wants to fuck you, even the teachers probably. Put the gel on me, it won't hurt as much."

"I don't want to be pregnant."

"You won't."

The gel was super mucky and hard to get off my hands after covering his erection with it. And that boy put it all over my outsides and insides, too. It really was going to happen and without any protection. It was so stupid to let that bare erection inside my place to make a baby but even if I wanted to stop I don't think he would have let me. That boy's urge to mate was as strong as mine. I was dying to experience an erection inside me, and when that Tim climbed on top, I opened myself.

My back arched and I groaned out loud as that penis too easily pushed in. For sure I had already broken myself open inside, but now I was done properly. For the first time, I had been fucked by a boy, a virtual stranger. For two years I had a boyfriend in Korea and did nothing, and now I had a boyfriend for two minutes and did everything. At least, I hoped he was my boyfriend.

"I have a boyfriend," I said out loud so that Tim knew how I felt about him, and what I expected now we had done this.

"Well... he should have fucked you when he had the chance."

Huh? What's he talking about? But I stopped thinking about talking.  Tim pulled out and thrust back up again, and again and again. He was fucking quickly and then holding in deep, and then fucking quickly and holding it deep. It was driving me nuts. I was so happy I'd already made my vagina ready for this. Rather than regret for already fingering my own barriers away, it was perfect for having a great first experience with an actual erection. I soaked it in. I lay my arms out straight and took my fucking like a proper woman. And his performance as a man was gorgeous. I so hoped this wouldn't be once-off, I prayed this boy would do this to me time and again.

When Tim put me on top, kissing my mouth and then my breasts, all I wanted to do was milk the gunk out from his testicles into me. My brain was awash with girl hormones. When we sat and I was speared on his lap, being held and kissed, my hips turned on. My pussy pumped his cock like I was blowing up a mattress, which in a way I was given the belching of air that came out of my vagina sometimes when I pushed down. I put my tongue in that boy's mouth and in return he ejaculated his semen deep up my vagina. Pregnantly deep, probably. Right then, it was bliss.

"Oh god," I moaned as I finally leaned back to see where we were joined. It wasn't just the cum that I could feel trickle down between his erection and my vagina, it was the bruises all over my breasts. Hickeys. I didn't even realise it was happening. Shit, my breasts were a mess of bruises.

"Sorry. Couldn't stop," Tim puffed.  I wasn't sure if he meant damaging my breasts or getting me pregnant. Probably both.

And then we kissed. Not as frantically as before, but with passion.

It was weird to feel his erection get smaller in me. He rolled me to my back to get out, then lay on his side looking down on me.

"So? How do you feel?"

"Embarrassed," I said, instinctively covering my breasts with an arm. The hickeys made me look... slutty.

"Stop it. Let me look," Tim said, pulling my arm away. "Fuck, your tits stick up even when you lay down. Do you like having sex?"

"Are you my boyfriend now?" I asked again, I wanted to know yes or no. I wanted to know whether this boy was planning to fuck me again, or whether we were done now.

Tim nodded, "Yes. Sylvie, will you go out with me?"

I smiled, nodded, and kissed him. Tim. I should stop thinking of him as 'that boy', I guessed.

"Don't tell those two that we fucked, though. Tell them you couldn't, you wouldn't. Don't let Giles think he can fuck you too."

He had to get onto the iPad on his desk and do Google Translate. I couldn't quite understand why we couldn't tell those two. I thought maybe he really was dating that other girl and didn't want her to know, but it turns out quite sensibly he was suggesting I don't let that Giles guy think he can get a turn.

"And because I'm your boyfriend," Tim said, running his hand over me and between my legs, "I can fuck you whenever I want, yeah?"

Tim pulled one leg apart to play with my tint tuft of hair. I could feel muck gurgling out of me but he didn't seem to care.,

"You did already. Too late to say no," I sighed, trying to hide my glee.

"So I can fuck you a lot?" Tim checked.

I nodded. My last boyfriend got nothing from me but this one would get the opposite, "If I am your girlfriend, then I better give you sex. Will you stay with me if I do?"

"Yes. Yes, I will!"

I turned on my side to kiss his lips. It was nice, touching tongues as that boy... I should say Tim... held my bare backside, and I leaked his sperm down my thigh. I didn't want to close my eyes, but I was so exhausted and probably still drunk. I fell asleep in that boy's bed. Tim's bed.

When I woke, Tim was still there. How sweet. Until he got his phone and started filming me naked!

"So, Miss, Tim here from the Chronicle," Tim hammed it up, shoving the lens at me as I tried to remember... was that the actual name of the local newspaper? "Word has it you've had your tits sucked and pussy nailed by the mysterious lover that's been running through young women these school holidays. Is it true, Miss? Have you had a cock mysteriously find its way into your vagina today?"

"Huh?"

"You remember being fucked, right?" Tim said in a deadpan voice.

"Hmm. You did."

"How do you feel?"

"I have a new boyfriend. It will be nice. I don't know people here. I can spend all my time with my boyfriend."

The two of us hugged and kissed. Tim seemed happy to have me naked in his bed.

"You're going to spend all of your time with me, huh?" Tim asked.

"I don't have friends here. Having a boyfriend will make me happy. Not lonely. Can be with you all the time."

"You'll take your clothes off whenever I tell you?"

"If I take my clothes off, you'll look after me?"

"I will."

"I'm pregnant. You'll look after me?"

"Hmm, yes. We're going to get you pregnant a lot."

"Oh god."

We stayed in bed until both of our stomachs were rumbling.  Walking naked back to the kitchen hand in hand was thrilling, far more so than walking naked in my own house by myself. And that Kristy girl had made lunch for us. What a darling girl. But where was she?

Tim checked his phone, there was a message saying she would leave us to be alone together. Hmm, I liked that idea.

I was surprised Tim took us out to the garden to eat, though. I hoped he didn't already know I was going outside naked at my own house. He couldn't, right? I wish he'd let me use shoes, though. Our grass is perfectly manicured and soft and clean. His has bees and dandelions and bumpy bits. I liked it that way, but not to walk on with bare feet. Anyway, on the blanket was fine, though I know Tim was disappointed I lay stomach-down at first. Can you imagine if my breasts and pussy got sunburned? At home, I went inside if I started going even a little bit pink, but in the end the alcohol we drank made me forget mostly about it. Especially when Tim moved close and started fingering me again. Oh, the noise my pussy made was embarrassing.

"Feel good?" Tim asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," I nodded. Oh, I loved it. A guy's fingers in me were exponentially better than having my own in there. But I didn't want to be so obvious.

"Let's see if you're ready to fuck again?" Tim said, climbing onto me and pointing his cock at me from behind. Inside I was gluey and a bit sore, the tip could get in, but it was hard work past that.

"I'll get the gel."

Tim took his time coming back, I don't know why. I started to get a bit nervous, outside naked in the garden at someone else's house.

"You ready?" Tim asked when he finally returned. "Stay face down."

He fingered me with the gel first, then climbed up behind me. Oh god, that went in easy. I was being fucked. Again. Amazing. Incredible. And with Tim behind me, I couldn't see him, it was just a cock up me fucking, it could have been anyone. I tried to imagine it was my old boyfriend in Korea doing it to me, but I couldn't. No way would that boy slam me as hard as Tim was, especially when he dragged me up on my hands and knees. That Korean boy was gentle, no way would he be holding my hips so tight, pounding so hard that my breasts slapped back and forth harshly.

I'm glad it was Tim, though, not my old boyfriend. I felt I was being fucked properly by a man, not a boy. I liked it. My breasts moved so sexually, they had never hung down and been thrown around so wildly. It was super erotic.  It was hard to believe I had been a virgin when I woke up, I felt like I was being fucked like an experienced woman. I guess by rights I hadn't been a true virgin, I'd taken my own virginity by fingering myself.

Tim turned us to the side, still doing me from behind, holding my leg in the air as if he wanted people to be able to see the actual act of vaginal penetration.

"Hey," Tim whispered.

"Uh?"

"Someone is watching you get fucked."

"Huh? What?" I opened my eyes thinking some parent had come home, or the police had been called.

"Look over at the fence."

I looked.

"Oh god. You gotta stop." Some middle-aged guy was standing on a box with his head over the fence, grinning madly.

"You're kidding me, right? Let the guy watch. Not gonna see a girl like you get screwed often."

"Oh god."

Tim pumped hard at my pussy. I couldn't believe Tim kept going. The guy was watching me fuck. He could see all of me, I could only imagine how lewd it would be seeing my pussy lips swallowing and spitting out a shaft of penis, over and over. Oh, and his phone was out. Shit

"Oh Sylvie, that guy is filming you fuck. He's watching cock go in your cunt. He can see everything,"

"Oh god."

I was mortified just to be caught outside naked. But caught fucking? Beyond that. And why was Tim not stopping, why was he letting that guy film me getting fucked?

I closed my eyes and wished the guy away. Except... my vagina was pouring wet. The cock inside me was driving me insane. I never expected that level of desire. I suspected sex would be good, but what was happening was extraordinary.

"Oh god," I said. That guy over the fence was telling Tim how to fuck me.

Up on my knees. Face in the rug. Pull me up by the hair like reins. Squeeze my breasts like they were handles. It all came from this guy, and Tim let him direct his film.

"If you're gonna cum, do it on her tits," the guy told Tim. I was on my back with my ankles being held at my ears. Tim moved out and around to kneel next to me, putting cum on my breasts. I didn't touch it, panting, letting it run down my side and dry on my skin. The guy was still watching and smiling. The emotion of it was overwhelming. I didn't just get caught outside naked, I got caught fucking. And I didn't stop. I gave that guy a show. I let him film my body being used for sex.

It was overwhelming. I had to shut myself down to rebalance.

I slept.

It was strange to wake up alone. For a moment, I had to remind myself of where I was and why I was undressed. I could tell, it was quite a bit later than when Tim and I came outside. The blanket I lay on was entirely covered in dappled shade thankfully, otherwise I may have been badly sunburned. I got up and tiptoed my way across the rough grass and into the bathroom. I badly needed the toilet. I was sore between my legs too. I took some paper and wet it to dab at myself to ease the stinging. Oh god, all the white flaky bits there. How would I start to explain why I was pregnant?

I couldn't find Tim anywhere in the house, so I went back outside to lay on the blanket. If some family member suddenly came home, somehow I felt better to be caught naked in the back garden than on their sofa or sitting at the kitchen table. Of course, I could have gotten dressed... but I didn't. I took my phone and sat back on the blanket with no clothes on. I can't explain why I didn't want to get dressed again, just sitting naked checking messages. I had every reason to cover up. I didn't even know how many people lived in this house that might come home. Or that gardening guy or anyone else that might suddenly step up and look over the fence again. It was reckless but thrilling. So you can imagine how I jumped out of my skin when someone said hello.