UNDERSTANDING SARAH
bi/group/voyeur/anal/teen
Story by kewtieboy
A teenage schoolboy with a crush on a girl at his school discovers that, far from being the demure young girl he thought she was, has a secret life that he soon joins and enjoys too.
She was the stuff of my fantasies. Sarah was not in my class at school but was the same age as me. I would watch her in the playground. She was a late developer so didn't have the large breasts of her other classmates and yet, she seemed to have a maturity above her years. I suppose that was it -- she looked younger and acted older!
Strangely she had friends around her but never seemed close. She didn't laugh as much and always seemed distracted -- as though she had more important things to do! Her hair was medium brown to blonde and cut a medium length, a few inches above her shoulders. It didn't look styled and yet it was always in place. She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall and always wore uniform. For us, that was dark blue blazer and grey skirt/trousers with a white blouse/shirt and the school striped tie. I always thought the uniform covered what little breast she had but her shape under it looked great to me. There was the promise of an almost boy-like body with a pronounced bottom at the back.
Sarah played such an important part in my wanking sessions at night. I wondered how hairy she was down there, I wondered if my cock would fit her, how far in it would go, how long I could hold on if I ever did fuck her? She would be tight, I felt sure.
I didn't, or couldn't let my friends know. Sarah was considered quite plain by my friends and was discounted in their conversations about "girls most likely to..." It was her plainness that really got me going. A kind of "English Rose," look. You felt that if she heard the word "cock," it would give her a heart attack!
I had spoken to her a few times and she seemed to like me but there was always this distance in her eyes. Lads of 14 are not always known for their communication skills and I was no exception. That was me by the way, a lad of 14! Jonathan (or Jon to most), I was inexperienced, a bit gauche, 5 feet 9 inches, blonde to brown hair which had a mind of its own and dressed as was expected by the school in similar attire to Sarah with trousers replacing the skirt, of course! My experience was limited in everything. My hormones were going wild and my cock seemed to produce semen whether I helped it along the way or not. As far as contact with others sexually, that was a bit limited. I was at this time prepared to have sex with anything that breathed but couldn't seem to get round to it.
Dave, my friend at school had helped me from time to time in the wooded area between my house and the school, and the pair of us had wanked ourselves silly in what I now know as "mutual masturbation." OK, I had even sucked his cock as he had asked me to. I didn't mind it really and to be honest, I would have sucked his dad's or even licked out his sister or mother, the way my hormones were going. I had a semi-erection most of the day and Dave helped me stop my head blowing off. Oh and there was Steve. He was 2 years younger than me, red hair and specs. He was considered a geek but at the end of the day, he was happy to suck my cock and I his. He was surprisingly well developed and I was quite turned on by his carrot red pubic hair. For 12 he could spray a thin jet of cum further than anyone I have seen since.
So I was playing around with my pals, and I did look at other guys thinking what they might look like naked, but I was straight. As far as females my record is limited. A feel at Lyndsey Payne was really about it. She let me put my hand up her skirt and I got my finger into her. It felt really nice, warm and wet. My other hand was stroking her right tit through her blouse and she squeezed the front of my school trousers, just as I shot a load into my underpants. That was it really. She was a bit annoyed and didn't let me near her again.
Where was I? Ah, Sarah! So I had watched her, wanked over thoughts of her, and talked to her three times. I wasn't a bad looking guy so perhaps she would let me take her out? I plucked up courage and asked one Thursday.
"That's very kind of you Jonathan," She said, "But I have things to do tonight and my parents like me to help look after my little brother at weekends so I only get a few hours off at night on weekdays." "Perhaps some other time?" "I am not sure if I'm the sort of girl you want or you the sort of boy I want."
It seemed an odd thing to say. After she walked back into class, I was really rejected then it dawned on me -- she was meeting someone else after school! I made up my mind to follow her and see.
When the bell rang for end of class, I was first out of class and actually almost first out of school. I waited in a doorway nearby for Sarah to appear. When she did, I let her pass and started to follow at a discreet distance. At the second junction, she turned left in the opposite direction from her home. I was getting more jealous by the minute.
She walked briskly for about a mile, school satchel over her shoulder and then stopped and looked over her shoulder. I ducked out of sight. When I looked up, she had gone. I ran up to where I had seen her last and all I could see was a row of shops. The closest was a photographers shop run by some Asian or Arabs. It was not the most attractive shop and it had a house above it which entered by the side and probably from inside too. Next to that was a hairdressers but I could see the entire shop and she wasn't there. After that was a newsagent and again, I could see she wasn't there.
I went back and looked into the photographers shop and young guy looked out at me. He was about 20 or so and as I looked over, another Arab looking young guy brushed past me, entered the shop and turned the sign to "closed." He and the first guy went into the back shop and disappeared. So that ruled the photographers shop out. I ran ahead and looked round the corner but the street was full of houses with small gardens and really there was nowhere for Sarah to have gone. I gave up and went home to the pleasures of my right hand and a sick, jealous feeling.
The following week, on Tuesday, I saw Sarah at school and spoke.
"Are you free any nights this week," I asked?
"Sorry Jonathan," She said, "I have a lot to do at home right now and am only free on Tuesday and Thursday, and both these days are occupied." "I'm not sure I'm the sort you would like," She again repeated.
I decided there and then to find out what was occupying her life on those nights and repeated the previous Thursday's procedure of shooting out of school first and waiting. The trouble is I made the stupid mistake of ducking out of sight again when she looked round and when I looked up she had gone once more. Again, I ran up and looked into the photographers and this time there were four guys talking. The same two as the previous time, an older guy of about 35 and a schoolboy of my age or perhaps a year older in a school uniform from another school. Again they looked at me rather menacingly and turned the sign before closing the shop. I ran ahead and once more could not see Sarah. This was not the best part of town as it was occupied mainly by various immigrant communities, predominantly Bangla-Deshi, Pakistani and a few other cultures. These guys looked Middle Eastern or perhaps Turkish.
There was no sign of her. I slipped up a path at the side of the small row of shops but couldn't see her. I then walked up to the rear of the shops and saw there were two small windows but quite a bit higher than I was. I tried to look in but the first had a curtain over it and the second seemed to look into a photography studio where I presume, portrait photos were taken. I was nervous so, as no one was visible, I left and waited across the street in a bus shelter.
It was almost two hours later and I was freezing cold, when I saw Sarah slip out of the photography shop alone. She looked a little flustered and guilty but quickly composed herself and headed back towards her home. I followed for good measure and she went straight home.
At night I lay and thought, "Perhaps Sarah is having some photos taken for her mother or father?" "Perhaps Sarah has a part-time job cleaning in the shop?" "Perhaps Sarah knows the family and is doing some charity work?" "Perhaps Sarah is doing something she is guilty of?"
The fourth option got me going. I HAD to find out, but how?
I couldn't follow Sarah on the Thursday so over the following weekend, I paid a visit to the shop on the Saturday and watched the comings and goings. It seemed a regular business with kids coming for portraits and couples booking wedding photos. I saw the four guys at various times and had to admit, found them all quite good looking in their own way. I presumed the 15 year old was the boyfriend and she was ashamed to go out in public with him. He looked taller than me and quite athletic. His dark skin suggested he was perhaps from Turkey. Neither he, not the other men had facial hair, which suggested they were not Arab (but who was I to know what Arabs looked like).
I went back later on Sunday night and on the way, collected an upturned crate which I took round to the back of the shops and placed against the windows. It was late Autumn and it was getting dark by 6.00 pm so I was able to set things up. The back of the shops had a small yard with trees at the bottom which shielded the area I was in from the houses behind. I climbed up and looked into the building. The smaller of the two windows looked into a toilet shower room with a shower cubicle and a small toilet. The second window was larger and had curtains which did not meet in the middle even when closed and they looked into some kind of studio. There was a high stool with a screen behind, some lights on pedestals and a large foam mattress with a pvc cover on the floor. The cover was dark blue and matched the background of the screens and wall. This was obviously to give an abstract setting to any photographs taken. In the failing light, I could not make out much more. The lights from the house above cast a soft yellow light into the yard which was allowing me to see the little I could.
I caught a glimpse of some movement and one of the Arab looking guys came into the toilet area naked except for a towel round his waist. He turned on the shower and started to check the water temperature. I felt my cock twitch as I realised I was going to see the guy naked. This guy was about 18 and very athletic. He had some small hairs on his chest and a "7 o'clock shadow" on his chin which made him look older. He dropped the towel and I saw an enormous long circumcised cock. Soft, it looked about 5 inches. His had a lot of hair down there which covered most of his balls. He stepped into the shower cubicle and started to wash. My cock was solid and straining as I watched him. The cubicle started to steam up but I could still clearly make out his shape. He was soaping his cock and balls and I could see the outline as the monster got bigger. He didn't masturbate it, just stroke it as he washed himself. I waited until he was finished and watched as this stunning young guy got out of the shower and I could see the beautiful monster in all its glory. I could only guess but I was sure it was at least 9 inches long. Another older man came in fully dressed. He had a similar image but looked to be about 28 or so. As he walked in he talked to the first guy and gripped his stiff cock, giving it a few pseudo-masturbatory strokes. The young guys smiled at him and groped the older guy's crotch through his trousers before going out of the room and my sight. The older guy went over to the toilet bowl and fished out his cock to have a piss. At least his cock looked of normal size!
He idly looked up at the window and I had to duck down quickly and overbalanced, falling the few feet on to the overgrown grass. I lay there catching my breath in the dark and looked to see my cock sticking hard against the inside of my trousers. I had an overwhelming urge to take my cock out and wank there but fear got the better of me and I picked myself up to head back out by the side of the building. I was just coming into the light of the street when someone blocked my path.
"Ah so here is our peeping Tom," Said the tall dark skinned guy. "Come in and join us!"
He took me firmly by the hand and led me into the shop, the door of which was open though it was dark inside. The light fanned through from the rear of the premises. We went through the rear, studio area where the 18 year old guy was standing, the guy in his twenties, still slightly damp, stood naked with a towel wrapped round him and the third guy, who had brought me in, looked to be in his thirties. All were very handsome and somehow not scary, though I was frightened of what I was going to say as excuse.
"So what were you looking for" Said the guy who had brought me in?
I mumbled something about wanting to do photographic work and wondering about their studio area.
"So you want to take pictures or be in them," He said?
The answer really was "neither," but I said, "Both."
"As you can see, we have a photographers shop but we also run a little club for local people keen on all aspects of photography from taking pictures to being in pictures. We do still and video work here in our studio." "My name is Ahmet," He said. "I am from Turkey and so is my partner, Ali." "The person you were so keenly watching through the window is Mo, who is from Egypt." "Did you enjoy watching," he asked as I blushed. He continued," Watching is an important part of photography as you need to see what you want to photograph."
He signed to Mo, who dropped his towel and stood before me naked. His long cock was still semi-erect.
"This is a fine body to photograph don't you think?"
I blushed again.
"You are a fine looking young man and would make an excellent model." "We have some fair ladies but all our male members are dark skinned or black." "Strip off your top and let us have a look at you."
In one step, Mo walked across, pulled off my jacket and sweatshirt and unclipped my jeans which fell to the floor. I automatically stepped out of them after removing my shoes and stood ungainly in my tight grey shorts and dark socks. The Egyptian's semi hard cock brushed against my hand more that once and he then stood behind me as if to instruct what they wanted. I felt a slight stirring in my loins at this erotic situation.
Ahmet asked me to stand against the white backdrop. "Take off your socks please," He said. "Such white skin." " You will make a good model for us I think."
I blushed and again felt Mo press against my buttock. My cock stirred more and I was aware that my erection was showing. If they noticed they said nothing. As quickly as it had begun, I was asked to dress and Mo wrapped his towel round himself again.
"Would you like to come and join our meeting tomorrow -- Monday," He said.
In my mind, I thought that strange as Sarah came on a Tuesday but I was highly eroticised and I didn't exactly know why. Something secret was going on and Sarah was part of it. I remembered her saying if I knew what she was like, I would not want to be with her but I was excited and I had a feeling if it was something naughty, I would want to be with her more.
I said my goodbyes and left. Though I saw Sarah at school the following day, I said nothing about joining the photography group.
That afternoon, I made my way along to the shop. It was still open and trading when I arrived but I was ushered in by Ahmet like a long lost friend.
"You must be feeling quite grubby after a long day, why don't you have a shower in the back shop," He said. "If you are modelling you must be fresh so make sure you are clean."
"How kind," I thought.
I showered and dried then put my school uniform back on. By the time I finished the shop was closing as it was 5.00 pm. Ali appeared so there was the three of us.
"Some of our other members will be joining us in a few minutes and we will be talking about the ways to photograph the human body," Said Ali.
At that some faces appeared at the shop door and five older men came in. I would put them in their forties. All were Asian.
Behind them, the young Turkish looking boy of about 15 came in and introduced himself to me. "My name is Osman and I have come to model at the same time as you." "I have done lots of modelling for the group since I was 12 and I love doing it." "I think you will too!"
I immediately liked him. His white teeth were dazzling and though he was quite well built he had a slight softness which I found almost attractive. He wore a school uniform too but I did not recognise the badge.
Everyone took seats and all had cameras. Some on tripods and some hand held.
I was introduced and it was announced that they should take it easy with me as I was new. I stood in the bright light. Ali immediately stripped to the waist and stood in track suit bottoms only. At that, Mo also entered in a pair of white shorts and a vest and gave me a wave.
As I stood, I was told to act naturally and they started clicking. Instructions were shouted to Osman and I and he did everything naturally.
He was asked to undo my tie for me and I his and then to unbutton my shirt and remove it. I did the same to him. We would stop and pictures would be taken then we continued until we were both in underwear. Osman had briefs that looked a little out of date by my standard but I was aware that his cock was hard. As soon as that happened, mine started to grow in spite or, or perhaps because of the attention. He stood in the same position Mo had the previous day, behind me with his cock sticking into my buttock. One of the men, a tall guy, got up and came across to adjust us and while he did, he adjusted the front of my shorts, putting his fingers into the leg area to pull them slightly down. His fingers touched my hard cock and then my balls and my prick jumped. He then put his hand completely in and adjusted my erection.
"Help him Osman," He said.
Osman came round and stood to face me. He pulled my cock out completely and in one swift move knelt in front of me and swallowed my cock. I staggered back and looked at all the faces. All were engrossed and snapping. Excitement overwhelmed me and I gripped Osman's head to push him further on to my cock. That was the signal and all around me men were dropping trousers and cocks were withdrawn. Eight hard adult cocks were around us. While Ahmet kept snapping, the men all came around us and started to feel us both. I could feel a hard cock on my bottom and Osman was happily slurping between three cocks including mine.
I was completely stripped and Osman and I asked politely to lie on the mattress. Osman had hardly let me go and was sucking me as much as he could. My cock was over 6 inches so would have seemed large to him. I think the foreskin also excited him as he rolled it round in his mouth. A man offered me his cock and I took it in my mouth. The sensation was wonderful. I stroked his hairy balls. I was lying down with Osman sucking my cock on all fours with his little bum in the air. Mo stepped forward and said something in Arabic. Osman nodded. Mo then grabbed a small tube and started to insert his fingers into Osman's bum hole using the contents. Osman writhed in pleasure moaning all the time. Mo then lubricated his monster cock, pulled a condom on and lubricated again. I could not believe what was happening.
Osman rolled on to his back and lifted his legs as Mo knelt between them. Mo pulled me round and asked me to watch. His cock stood stiff at the entrance to Osman's arse and I felt sure it would never enter. Then the head disappeared. Within two to three minutes, all of Mo was in Osman and my fingers were caressing the stiff cock as it rode. One of the 40 year old men came and lifted me. He rolled a condom on to me and bent to offer me his arse. I didn't need a second telling. I was going to fuck.
He knelt doggy fashion and I was in him without any delicacy. He gasped as I hammered his hole while holding his hips. I noticed Ali watching as he pointed to himself as if to say "Me next."
I gripped the man under me and wanked as I fucked. Ali came over and asked to replace him and soon, without even changing condoms, I was in Ali. I lay with Ali partly on top of me facing upwards and hammering his arsehole. All around me were the others including Mo and Osman who watched and wanked.
I screamed, "I'm can't hold it, I'm going to cum!"
Like a signal, a downpour of cum started as in turn, everyone shot their load over Ali and I. This was new to me and as some went in my mouth I swallowed without thinking and went over the edge screaming.
Never in my life did I orgasm as I did. Ali's jet of thin cum arced back and landed on my face too and little Osman knelt so shot on my neck and face. In the haze I could see Ahmet filming the whole event and I realised I was now a porn star!!
Little Osman, knelt, licking the cum off me which I found most odd but he seemed to relish.
"Well trained is Osman," Said Ahmet, and everyone laughed.
"Do you like the girls too" He asked me?
"Until 30 minutes ago I thought I only liked girls," I spluttered.
"Good," He said, "Come back tomorrow and watch more fun."
My mind suddenly turned to Sarah and I realised I was going to see her having sex. Even having just cum, my cock started to grow.
"This one looks like a good recruit," Said Ali as he pointed at my cock rising yet again!
The following day at school I saw Sarah. She looked as beautiful as ever and I couldn't even begin to think that she might be doing the sort of things I had been -- even though I hoped she would. The thought of her handling my cock brought a rush of blood that only thinking of our ageing maths teacher managed to suppress.
Whether Sarah was going to be there or not, my cock spent the day rising and falling at the drop of a hat and, at the end of school day it took me all my time not to rush straight round there. I decided to play it cool and arrive once everyone was in place and whatever was going to happen, was happening.
I arrived just before 5.00pm and found the shop door locked. It took some hammering before I saw Mo's head pop round the back door. He nodded and disappeared, arriving back a few minutes later wearing shorts, trainers and a t-shirt. It was obvious to me, he had been naked when he looked round.
"We thought you had chickened out," He said.
"I was nervous but decided I had to come," I lied.
"O.K. you go and shower and just leave your clothes off as everyone else is naked anyway," He replied.
My cock was already on the rise as I rushed to the shower. Once clean, I ventured into the back room and found myself at the back of around 15 guys of all ages and all with varying coloured skin. It was dark but the central area was very well lit and I could see naked flesh on the mattress. Mo caught my arm and pushed my hand on to his massive hard cock.
"This is going up Leslie," He said.
"Leslie," I asked in a puzzled way.
He nodded to the illuminated action and I saw a stunning blonde girl of about 16 being fucked by Rajiv, a 20 year old Indian boy who had a fabulous body. His tight buttocks were pumping up and down as her white flesh was wrapped round his body.
"You can have the other girl if you want," He said.
I look alongside Leslie and saw Sarah on her knees with her back to me being fucked by a guy of about 45, doggy fashion. He was pumping at her and I realised that all the sexual expletives I could hear were emanating from her mouth.
"That's it, fuck me harder." "God I love your black cock in me." "Jeesus I'm going to cum soon, just keep fucking me!"
"Come on," Said Mo, let's party.
I realised that with luck, I could get up behind Sarah without her recognising me. Mo and I approached and I tapped the older guy as I pulled a condom on my cock. Mo stretched one over his monster and asked Rajiv to move over. Both moved swiftly.
As Sarah started to turn to see who was there, I gently swivelled her head back to face forward and whispered, "I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
"Oh yes, please." She groaned.
What I didn't tell her is that it was going to be the fuck of my life too -- the first one. My cock, at just under 7 inches was bigger than Rajiv's so I pressed it against her opening and it started to slide in quite easily. She was soaking wet. Within a minute, I was in her to the hilt and started to fuck. Once again she started to scream the same words she had used with Rajiv.
"God that's big -- fuck me please!"
I held her shoulders and started to pump. The only thing stopping an instant orgasm was the presence of 14 or so wanking guys around me. I held her buttock open and eased my cock into her moist vagina from the back and she was loving it. "I was fucking Sarah!"
This was beyond my wildest dreams and I felt I should do as much as I could before she realised it was me, in case she disapproved. I pulled out and went down between her legs to lick her. At the same time I flipped her on to her back and immediately opened her legs wide so she couldn't see my face as I stuck my tongue well up into her lubricated channel. All the time she whimpered and screamed and swore and writhed.
I saw her eyes were closed to I quickly moved up to lie on top of her face to face and implanted my cock once more up to the hilt. I took her right breast in my mouth and started to lick around the stiff nipple, moving on to the left one and then cupping them both together.
"I'm cumming, "She screamed, as I realised I was heading in the same direction.
Two older guys stood at our heads looking down and masturbating. I knew what was coming. As she reached orgasm, her eyes opened and she looked straight at me. There was a moment of puzzlement, then disbelief before the wave hit her and I started to pump my cum into her. Wetness hit our faces as the two men emptied their balls on to us. I was acquiring a taste for this as I looked up and opened my mouth slightly to catch some of the jets firing out of our dark skinned audience. I wondered how many of them had children our age.
"JON!!!!"
Hearing my name jolted me back to the presence.
"What the fuck," She shouted!
"What A fuck," I replied.
She started laughing. "You can say that again!"
I kissed her fully on the mouth and put my tongue down her throat. The taste of cum mixed with the taste of Sarah. Already my cock was moving slowly upwards and I was still inside her.
When I pulled back, she said," I do this because I love sex, so this does not make us anything but a couple who love fucking."
"Suits me," I said.
She laughed again as I heard Mo scream. He was cumming and pulled his cock out of Leslie, ripped off the condom and stood over her. Without thinking I dived over and put my mouth in line with his cock as the strong jet of thin cum fired and missed my mouth. It hit my cheeks, then my hair, before I managed a full jet into my mouth! I then wrapped my mouth over his cock and started to suck him as he continued to cum. I figured he must have squirted around 9 or 10 times and I swallowed what I could to an applause from around us and a disbelieving Sarah.
"You are ambidextrous," She said!
"Not quite the right word, "I replied, "But it'll do."
Once everyone realised I knew Sarah, they wanted me to show my dexterity. Ali, the 18 year old walked to the front and started to suck my semi-limp cock as Sarah watched. Osman appeared holding his little cut dick in his hand and the pair of them had me hard in seconds. Ali stood in front of me, I kneeled and took his solid rod in my mouth and sucked it. I felt Osman at the rear and had a feeling I knew what might be coming. His little fingers rubbed something into my butt hole and then I felt a finger insert followed by something small, but bigger than a finger. Osman was fucking me. It didn't hurt! It felt odd but it didn't hurt. I thought of Mo and wondered if I could ever make it to take him.
Osman rolled me on to my side and fucked me lying sideways and Leslie was brought over. She was a year older than Sarah and had long blonde hair and bigger breasts. She lay on her back and pointed for me to enter her. My cock still had the full condom on it and I withdrew from Osman and as she lay on her back with her legs open, and in full view of Sarah, I fucked her. Sarah was busily sucking Ali anyway. At this point, I felt Osman return to the job in hand and start to fuck me. The entire group walked forward and watched us, cocks in hand.
I wasn't quite ready to cum but as the first jet of warm cum landed on me, the build up started. By the third, I was almost there and by the seventh or eighth, I heard Osman grunt as he emptied his load in my arse and I fired mine into Leslie. Still the cum sprayed over us and by the time I pulled out I must have looked a sorry state. A full condom dwindling on my cock and my entire face and back covered in semen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ahmed zoom in on me with his video camera but I was past caring.
I insisted on walking Sarah home. She confessed to a level of debauchery that almost had my sore cock swelling again. We became inseparable friends and also insatiable members of the "photography club." Over the next few years we enjoyed sex in so many guises that it would take too long to explain. Our videos paid Ahmet handsomely, I am sure and he did give us gifts and money for meals out which we enjoyed. We did it for the sex.
I am 26 now and Sarah and I have moved on. We have been married for 4 years and have no children. Our swinging lifestyle and performance level has made us very popular and I can't see any way of it changing in the foreseeable future.
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