Apologies for the long delay. My wife gave birth to my baby son this week (the result of some erotic writing 9 months ago) so I had little time for writing. For those who did not read the previous chapters, I suggest you do so before reading this. For those who did, just a quick recap to refresh your memories. Pete is a final year school student. He agreed to DJ at a lingerie fashion parade organized by his music teacher, Ann van Zyl. He had met some of the local models from his small hometown and got to know them very intimately. They include Mrs. Maureen Skinner (his math's teacher), Diana Simons (the local librarian), Lisa Skinner (Mrs. Skinner's daughter and one of his class mates) and Belinda Jones (a double D enhanced rodeo champ). After he got to know Diana and Ann a whole lot better (at the same time) the three of them went for a fun filled adventure evening in the city. They met (accidentally) Mr. Mike Skinner (Maureen's husband) and Reverend Andrew Jacobs at a strip club, with some disastrous consequences for the two 'holy' men. I hope you enjoy the next chapter.
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"You were real nasty not to give them back their pants." Ann said but her voice had a soft giggling sound. We were in her car driving back to town after our night of adventure.
"They were nasty to threaten me. Don't worry; they'll manage," I replied sternly.
"So are you going to church on Sunday?" Ann asked.
"I really wish I could, but I told my mom I was gone on a school camp."
"Quite a school camp you organized yourself," Ann commented.
"It's not that great, sitting here on the backseat of a car all alone when there are two lovely ladies in the front," I hinted shamelessly.
"Diana could join you, I won't mind. As long as she leaves some for me too," Ann suggested.
"I can't promise, but I'll try to keep it in mind, I've got some huge plans for the gentleman in the back." Diana's voice sounded sexy and provocative.
"I can hardly wait," I said as Ann pulled to the side of the road.
As Ann sped of again, I pulled Diana closer. I kept my lips sealed as I kissed her, teasing her wanting mouth and tongue. When I finally gave way, she responded greedily and a hunger accompanied her tongue's movements as she penetrated my mouth. She leaned her body closer to mine, while she put both her arms around my neck. Her touch was both gentle, but strong as she massaged the back of my head. Her left leg edged over my legs; she moved her body to sit on my lap, facing me with her knees next to my hips. We were still fully dressed as she rode me, her hips rocking gently on my lap. We continued to kiss as my hands went down her neck, exploring the curved flesh towards the softness of her breasts. Her chest heaved as my palms crossed over her nipples; they felt like hardened satin through the thin fabric of her dress. My fingers fumbled clumsily with the buttons, and her hands left my head to assist them. She continued down the dress as I remained busy on her breasts. The rocking movement of her hips became urgent as she freed her body from the dress. I looked at the white panties as she rubbed them back and forth on my crotch; the material was wrinkled and moist from her actions.
I forced my hands between my crotch and her vulva, wanting to feel her little creature in my hands. Her rocking became intense as she rubbed herself against my stiff middle finger. The material became slick as her actions forced more and more of the cotton material into her inner lips. I moved my thumb and felt the knob of her clitoris through the panties. Immediately her movements intensified, and she no longer just moved over my finger but grinded into it. She arched her hips and I felt the slippery, soggy feeling as both my finger and her panties entered her partially. Her hips' movements became fierce as she now rocked violently, attempting to force my finger inside of her. The panties' resistance reminded me of the obstacle I had found in Lisa Skinner's virginity. Suddenly the worn out material gave way as my finger ruptured the fabric. My finger went in deep inside of her, plunging into her total length. I curled my finger and felt the slight coarseness of her upper wall, moving back to the slight swelling just on the inside of her entrance. It felt like her whole body clenched around my finger as I touched her there.
She squirted as she came. At first I thought she was peeing herself, corrected myself as I looked down. It was full moon and the light shone brightly through the windows. My mouth gaped open as I saw how the waterish white liquid, erupted from between her legs, surging over my pants. It was scalding hot, burning my crotch, even through my pants. I became aware of the pain in my neck where she had gripped me. Her nails had dug into my flesh and I was sure I was bleeding. Her cries sounded like someone in extreme pain. Her legs, her whole body, were in a trembling frenzy. I freed my neck from her painful grip, had to use some force to do so.
I looked down at my soaking wet crotch as she finally relaxed. "What was that?" I could not hide my astonishment.
"I'm so sorry, I felt like I ...I'd peed myself." Diana looked just as astonished; her voice still coarse from her powerful orgasm.
"No it was not pee, it was white..."
Ann laughed from the front of the car. "No it wasn't pee; you just had your first ejaculation Diana."
"Women can do that?" I was really amazed.
"Off course, very few though. You're very lucky Diana, I've only had one in my life and that was...uh... with a vibrator." I saw her cheeks from behind and it had an odd red colour.
"Wow!" I still couldn't believe it. I had biology as a subject and we've already covered the human reproductive system. However, Mrs. Prinsloo never mentioned anything about female ejaculation in her class. I made a mental note to ask her about it.
"Wow!" Diana was also speechless except for the one word.
"Hey you two better clean my car when we get home," Ann laughed.
"No worries, it's all over my pants," I assured her.
"In that case I'll take it on me to clean you up, Diana looks rather exhausted," she smiled from the mirror.
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We stopped two hours after midnight in front of Ann's home. We had dropped off a very exhausted Diana at her home before we took the gravel road to the small holding out of town.
"What an evening!" Ann exclaimed as she unlocked her front door.
"Yes what an evening!" I agreed. I must have looked rather odd for I was completely naked from the waist down, except for my shoes and socks. The long shirt gave me some partial decency.
"Here, gimme those," Ann motioned to the bundle of wet clothes in my hands, "I'll wash them out for you." As she felt the wet pants she said. "Boy, she sure did come, no faking that."
"You still use it?" I was curious.
"What?" she asked.
"The vibrator."
"Oh," she blushed, "yes; sometimes. Women, especially divorced ones, do have their needs too, you know."
