I don't know who fucked me that night.
Hey, fellas.
Today I'll go back in time again and go back to the reports of when I was a girl. Just like in my story entitled “Fuck a stranger in the darkness”, the experience that I am going to report to you today has taken place in the midst of a total darkness and yet today I have no idea who fucked me that night and, for this reason, I will not illustrate this tale with any image, as usual in my tales, since I have no visual memories of what happened to me that night.
It was almost the end of my ninth grade when the school I attended organized a study visit to Minho. It was a three-day tour in which all 9th grade classes participated and we stayed at the gymnastics pavilion of a school in Braga, sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags.
We were over 100 students and we all slept in the same pavilion and the teachers who accompanied us. The first day was practically all spent on the trip, with stops in Aveiro, where we took a boat trip in the ria and Porto, where we visited monuments. The second day was all spent in Braga, visiting monuments and shrines and I was already really upset, just a little anxious for something that was happening to me and that I will now describe to you.
Every time we finished visiting a monument or sanctuary, when we returned to the buses, a gathering of students was formed to enter. In these gatherings, some bolder boys used to grope and rub themselves in girls' butts. Some complained, but others who liked to be groped and shrunk, kept quiet. Obviously, I was one of those people who kept quiet and was always dying for some boy to rub my ass.
I'd wear a very tight shirt, no bra and a very small and tight jeans shorts, highlighting well the curves of my well-developed breasts and my ass, noticing my thong underwear. One of the first times I was groped, I felt a hand sticking in one of the back pockets of my shorts. I took my hand into my pocket and felt a folded paper inside. I took it out, folded it and saw that it had written “you have such a good ass”. I looked back, trying to figure out who put the paper in my pocket, but there were so many boys behind me that I couldn't figure out who it was. From then on, whenever I felt a hand touching my ass, I always looked back, but I could never figure out who was touching me.
The last visit we made was to Sameiro's sanctuary and when we were getting on the bus it happened again; someone grabbed my ass and stuck another paper folded into the back pocket of my shorts. I also couldn't figure out who put the paper in there, but I figured it was the same person, because the message now said "I'm gonna fuck you tonight."
I spent the rest of the day anxious, looking into the eyes of the boys I met, trying to figure out if any of them would turn themselves in, but I didn't find anything. That was the last night we'd stay overnight at that school and the next day we'd leave first thing in the morning. I found myself ardently wishing some boy would pick me up somewhere, take me to a hidden place and give me a good fuck. I started to feel wet between my thighs and my horny greek.
When we lay down, the lights went out and we were plunged into darkness. Unconsciously, I started masturbating and ended up feeling a very slight little orgasm, which just served to excite me even more. Shortly thereafter I was in that position where many babies like to sleep: lying on my face, with my head on my pillow, my legs bent down by my knees and my ass all up, with an arm stretched under me masturbating.
I spent a long time in that position, masturbating, and I fell asleep. I was already tucked in the arms of a morpheus, wandering through the valley of dreams, when I felt that someone was near me and caressed my ass, thighs and pussy. At first I thought I was dreaming, but I woke up until I realized it was no dream. Someone was really petting me.
I gave myself up to that warm, soft hand that caressed me and that was getting horny. A few moments later the unknown slipped between my legs, placing himself under me in a 69 position. I didn't beg and I started sucking his dick and he started licking my pussy. We were completely in the dark and I didn't see anything, but I realized he had a cock not too thick, but long, at least nine or eight inches. I could cuddle it all in thickness, but not in length, because it touched my throat and choked me.
We couldn't forget that we were surrounded by a few dozen people, between teachers and students and we couldn't moan, at the risk of someone listening to us, but we couldn't help our breathing, denouncing the pleasure we were both experiencing with our 69.
My clitoris already barked unbearably horny and I took the initiative to turn around, held his cock and put it in my pussy on a delicious ride. I took it to grope his face and try to figure out who that stranger would be. I realized he was an adult because he had a developed beard, but he was well shaved. He had a round face and short hair. He used to hang around his neck a slightly thick thread with a small plate where it is customary to record a name, sign or blood group. I thought you were a teacher, because the boys of that year didn't have a beard, and most of them wore long hair because it was fashion.
Just thinking I was getting fucked by a teacher got even hotter. I began to release soft moaning with pleasure and he covered my mouth with his hand. I ducked and kissed him and our tongues rolled. My groans sounded muffled and confused with the breath of someone who sleeps.
I felt his hands caressing my ass and when he put a finger in my ass, I had to bite my lower lip to sustain a cry of pleasure and immediately had an orgasm.
He turned me aside, lifted my leg and penetrated me from behind. Those who have read my profile know this is one of my favorite positions. While I was fucking with one hand, I was squeezing my titties and rubbing my clitoris and a few bangs after all I was shaking with another orgasm. I had to make a huge effort not to scream or groan at my orgasms, but just to imagine that I was being fucked by a teacher, with over 100 people around us, in the middle of the darkness, gave me tremendous joy.
He lay me down on my stomach, in the same position he found me, gave me a few more bangs in my pussy and stuck his thumb in my ass while whispering quietly in my ear:
- It's okay. You read my messages, didn't you? Then get ready and I'll fuck you up your ass.
I tried to relax as much as I could to welcome that huge cock up my ass and shoved a tip of my sleeping bag in my mouth to muffle the sounds of my moaning. I felt him brushing his dick in the water of my ass and trying to stick it in, but it seemed to me that he couldn't find the hole and I decided to help him. I held his cock with one hand, with the other I pushed as far as I could away my buttocks, I fixed my ass tight and pointed my little head at the eye of my ass. He pressed and immediately felt the little head go in centimeter by centimeter, very slowly, until I felt his balls touching my buttocks and realized I had it all stuck in my ass.
I rolled my ass, and he took pleasure. He started moving his hips into a shuttle and I'd throw my ass hard up every time he reintroduced his cock in my ass. He became frantic and began to pull me by the hair and tangle me so hard that the sound of his thighs was already being heard hitting my buttocks: “txap... txap... txap... txap... txap... txap...”. I had such an intense orgasm that I lost my senses for a few moments. When I woke up, he was snoring, pouring a bunch of sperm jets into my ass. At the end he lay on top of me, without getting the fuck out of my ass and I felt him wilting slowly inside my ass, until he almost came out of me.
I don't know how long he stayed there because I fell asleep and when I woke up he was gone. For a long time I wondered who would have fucked me that night and I convinced myself that I had been my math teacher, but I was wrong, as I will describe to you in my next story, because that will be the theme of my next account.
I still don't know who fucked me. He may even have been one of you, dear readers. If any of you have had an experience like this, let me know, because you'll certainly be that bastard who fucked me that night.
I hope you enjoyed it, and if so, please vote and comment. Thank you for reading my stories.
Grace Garcia
Today I'll go back in time again and go back to the reports of when I was a girl. Just like in my story entitled “Fuck a stranger in the darkness”, the experience that I am going to report to you today has taken place in the midst of a total darkness and yet today I have no idea who fucked me that night and, for this reason, I will not illustrate this tale with any image, as usual in my tales, since I have no visual memories of what happened to me that night.
It was almost the end of my ninth grade when the school I attended organized a study visit to Minho. It was a three-day tour in which all 9th grade classes participated and we stayed at the gymnastics pavilion of a school in Braga, sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags.
We were over 100 students and we all slept in the same pavilion and the teachers who accompanied us. The first day was practically all spent on the trip, with stops in Aveiro, where we took a boat trip in the ria and Porto, where we visited monuments. The second day was all spent in Braga, visiting monuments and shrines and I was already really upset, just a little anxious for something that was happening to me and that I will now describe to you.
Every time we finished visiting a monument or sanctuary, when we returned to the buses, a gathering of students was formed to enter. In these gatherings, some bolder boys used to grope and rub themselves in girls' butts. Some complained, but others who liked to be groped and shrunk, kept quiet. Obviously, I was one of those people who kept quiet and was always dying for some boy to rub my ass.
I'd wear a very tight shirt, no bra and a very small and tight jeans shorts, highlighting well the curves of my well-developed breasts and my ass, noticing my thong underwear. One of the first times I was groped, I felt a hand sticking in one of the back pockets of my shorts. I took my hand into my pocket and felt a folded paper inside. I took it out, folded it and saw that it had written “you have such a good ass”. I looked back, trying to figure out who put the paper in my pocket, but there were so many boys behind me that I couldn't figure out who it was. From then on, whenever I felt a hand touching my ass, I always looked back, but I could never figure out who was touching me.
The last visit we made was to Sameiro's sanctuary and when we were getting on the bus it happened again; someone grabbed my ass and stuck another paper folded into the back pocket of my shorts. I also couldn't figure out who put the paper in there, but I figured it was the same person, because the message now said "I'm gonna fuck you tonight."
I spent the rest of the day anxious, looking into the eyes of the boys I met, trying to figure out if any of them would turn themselves in, but I didn't find anything. That was the last night we'd stay overnight at that school and the next day we'd leave first thing in the morning. I found myself ardently wishing some boy would pick me up somewhere, take me to a hidden place and give me a good fuck. I started to feel wet between my thighs and my horny greek.
When we lay down, the lights went out and we were plunged into darkness. Unconsciously, I started masturbating and ended up feeling a very slight little orgasm, which just served to excite me even more. Shortly thereafter I was in that position where many babies like to sleep: lying on my face, with my head on my pillow, my legs bent down by my knees and my ass all up, with an arm stretched under me masturbating.
I spent a long time in that position, masturbating, and I fell asleep. I was already tucked in the arms of a morpheus, wandering through the valley of dreams, when I felt that someone was near me and caressed my ass, thighs and pussy. At first I thought I was dreaming, but I woke up until I realized it was no dream. Someone was really petting me.
I gave myself up to that warm, soft hand that caressed me and that was getting horny. A few moments later the unknown slipped between my legs, placing himself under me in a 69 position. I didn't beg and I started sucking his dick and he started licking my pussy. We were completely in the dark and I didn't see anything, but I realized he had a cock not too thick, but long, at least nine or eight inches. I could cuddle it all in thickness, but not in length, because it touched my throat and choked me.
We couldn't forget that we were surrounded by a few dozen people, between teachers and students and we couldn't moan, at the risk of someone listening to us, but we couldn't help our breathing, denouncing the pleasure we were both experiencing with our 69.
My clitoris already barked unbearably horny and I took the initiative to turn around, held his cock and put it in my pussy on a delicious ride. I took it to grope his face and try to figure out who that stranger would be. I realized he was an adult because he had a developed beard, but he was well shaved. He had a round face and short hair. He used to hang around his neck a slightly thick thread with a small plate where it is customary to record a name, sign or blood group. I thought you were a teacher, because the boys of that year didn't have a beard, and most of them wore long hair because it was fashion.
Just thinking I was getting fucked by a teacher got even hotter. I began to release soft moaning with pleasure and he covered my mouth with his hand. I ducked and kissed him and our tongues rolled. My groans sounded muffled and confused with the breath of someone who sleeps.
I felt his hands caressing my ass and when he put a finger in my ass, I had to bite my lower lip to sustain a cry of pleasure and immediately had an orgasm.
He turned me aside, lifted my leg and penetrated me from behind. Those who have read my profile know this is one of my favorite positions. While I was fucking with one hand, I was squeezing my titties and rubbing my clitoris and a few bangs after all I was shaking with another orgasm. I had to make a huge effort not to scream or groan at my orgasms, but just to imagine that I was being fucked by a teacher, with over 100 people around us, in the middle of the darkness, gave me tremendous joy.
He lay me down on my stomach, in the same position he found me, gave me a few more bangs in my pussy and stuck his thumb in my ass while whispering quietly in my ear:
- It's okay. You read my messages, didn't you? Then get ready and I'll fuck you up your ass.
I tried to relax as much as I could to welcome that huge cock up my ass and shoved a tip of my sleeping bag in my mouth to muffle the sounds of my moaning. I felt him brushing his dick in the water of my ass and trying to stick it in, but it seemed to me that he couldn't find the hole and I decided to help him. I held his cock with one hand, with the other I pushed as far as I could away my buttocks, I fixed my ass tight and pointed my little head at the eye of my ass. He pressed and immediately felt the little head go in centimeter by centimeter, very slowly, until I felt his balls touching my buttocks and realized I had it all stuck in my ass.
I rolled my ass, and he took pleasure. He started moving his hips into a shuttle and I'd throw my ass hard up every time he reintroduced his cock in my ass. He became frantic and began to pull me by the hair and tangle me so hard that the sound of his thighs was already being heard hitting my buttocks: “txap... txap... txap... txap... txap... txap...”. I had such an intense orgasm that I lost my senses for a few moments. When I woke up, he was snoring, pouring a bunch of sperm jets into my ass. At the end he lay on top of me, without getting the fuck out of my ass and I felt him wilting slowly inside my ass, until he almost came out of me.
I don't know how long he stayed there because I fell asleep and when I woke up he was gone. For a long time I wondered who would have fucked me that night and I convinced myself that I had been my math teacher, but I was wrong, as I will describe to you in my next story, because that will be the theme of my next account.
I still don't know who fucked me. He may even have been one of you, dear readers. If any of you have had an experience like this, let me know, because you'll certainly be that bastard who fucked me that night.
I hope you enjoyed it, and if so, please vote and comment. Thank you for reading my stories.
Grace Garcia
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