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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4: The Tape’s Tale
- M/F, Lang, Exhib

Two summers ago in May it was that I frigged myself the first time. It just came sorta natural, an outgrowth of handling my naughty bits while shaving. Och, it’s so sensitive down there right after a shave – if any of you lasses dinna shave, I really recommend you try!

I tell you, I couldna get enough that summer. I frigged myself silly all over the grounds wherever I could find a comfy spot – especially outside. I came hardest under the open sky; I got such a thrill knowing anyone could possibly see me. By the time September came, I’d worn my hand out.

The urges I’d felt – the constant need to touch my naughty bits – hibernated through the winter. I wasna sure if they’d come back in the spring or how strong they’d be. Part of me hoped they would.

Last March, things started to develop between me and Jamie. Sure, we’d always been friends, but our roughhousing took on a different feel. I dinna quite know how to explain it, except to say I now preferred to wrestle with the lad in human form. By May he kissed me full on the mouth; I dinna think that triggered the resurgence of my sex drive, but I wonder if it didna intensify it.

I’ll freely admit I was a wee bit afraid at first, afraid of how strong my urges ran when Jamie kissed me, or when I ambushed him, or when I strutted onto the diving board at the pool and lost my top coming up from a cannonball. Och, the way he stared at my tits got me so randy! They werena much to look at, sure, but I was mighty proud they’d finally grown past an A; now they’re almost, almost at a C, but just short.

Within the span of a few weeks, though, my sex drive conquered my fear. I’d let Jamie touch me wherever he wanted, and he let me do the same. We took full advantage, I assure you. I tell you, I loved having someone else’s hands working my nips and someone else’s fingers toying with my naughty bits. From the way Jamie came all over my hands over and over, I’d say he felt the same way.

No matter how often he fingered me, no matter how many times I came, I wanted more. I began to fear again; I feared I was turning into a bitch in heat. I told Jamie we should cool our heels for a few weeks before things got outta hand. The lad didna like how I pushed him away, but he had the class to go along with my decision.

A month passed. Like the summer before, I frigged myself silly – three a day, sometimes four. Deep down, though, I still wanted more; my fingers just wouldna do. Eventually, one afternoon in late July, I tossed caution to the wind and went hunting for Jamie.

He looked a mite surprised to see me when he opened the door. I winked and asked him, “What do you think?” I posed for the lad to look his fill of me wearing only a navy satin robe, a robe I chose to catch the lad’s attention. From the way he stared at my cleavage, such as it was, I’d say it worked.

“So, Rahne,” he says to me, swallowing, “did you change your mind about ‘time apart’?”

Rather than answer with words, I loosen the knot in the sash holding my robe closed. I wiggle my eyebrows and slowly peel the robe open. Och, I got such a thrill, standing out in the hall and flashing my everything like that! My naughty bits went from moist to near-dripping in a heartbeat.

So Jamie laughs and says, “Get in here before somebody sees you!”

I grinned and rugby-tackled the poor lad to the floor, planting kisses and small bites along his neck. His hands run along my hips in a flash, slipping right inside my robe with nary a moment’s hesitation. I rub myself against him, and he rewards me by forming a proper bulge.

Now, when I tackled the lad to the ground, a second Jamie popped out. Aye, he still has a mite of trouble controlling the impact-duplications, but he’s made grand strides controlling how many doubles pop out. The second Jamie made himself useful and closed the door.

My hips worked back and forth, dragging my naughty bits – especially my clit – against the bulge in Jamie’s shorts. I kneaded the lad’s scalp as the pleasure starts to build inside. He grabs my tits and starts groping, too. I tell you, my nips stood full out for him to play with, and he didna hesitate to do so.

After a fair snogging spell, Jamie stops us and says, “Rahne, you’re soaking my shorts. Why don’t we, um, get naked?”

I giggle and climb off him. I turn to the other Jamie and wink at him. “You too, lad,” says I, “just in case he gets too excited and pops off before he’s in good.” The second Jamie swallowed but started pulling off his clothes anyway.

It takes only a shrug for me to shed the robe, which pooled around my feet. I work my nips while watching the Jamies undress. Sure, he’s younger than the other lads round here, but he’s turned into a right strapping lad, I tell you. He’s got a good-size prick, too – seventeen centimetres, according to last measure.

There I stand in the lad’s room, naked as the day I was born. I’m staring at not one, but two stiff pricks, both wanting inside me. I sure wanted them too, but one at a time! I say so to them, and we all have a good laugh.

I notice his video camera out on his desk, and I get the wickedest notion. Jamie’s got a mind to go to film school, see; the lot of you have noticed him recording our cookouts and holidays and such, nay? He said he got interested after watching that documentary made by that Spike lad – Storm’s nephew, right? – before either Jamie or I moved here.

So I sidle up to both Jamies and stroke their pricks, wearing naught but my sauciest smirk. “Y’know what would be really randy?” says I. They shake their heads. “How bout one of you fucks while the other one films? It’ll be good practice for you.”

Their eyes widen, big as saucers. “Are you for real?” asks one. At this point, I dinna know which is which, but I dinna much care either.

I walk to the bed, swinging my arse back and forth with each step. I lie down on my side, legs open. In my best bedroom voice I say, “I’m ready for my closeup, lad.”

I couldna help but giggle when they turn to each other and play paper-rock-scissors to see who’d film and who’d fuck! I diddled my clit while waiting for best of three. I tell you, my cunny’s right soaked at the thought of my first fuck – and on camera to boot!

I should pause a moment to warn you: I curse like a sailor when I’m cumming. You’ll likely hear more than a wee bit as I keep going. I hope none of you lasses will be offended.

So Jamie and Jamie finally finish their game, and the loser starts fiddling with the camcorder. The winner kisses me on the mouth and lies down beside me. I feel his cock against my leg, and my hand reaches out instinctively to stroke it.

“Do I need to wrap up first?” he asks me.

“Nay, I’m on the shot, and I know we’re both clean.” We grin at each other. I think we were both glad that we could go skins our first time – I know I was. Jamie rubbed my clit while I kept stroking him.

“Okay, I’m ready,” says cameraman Jamie.

I tell you, Jamie-in-the-bed wasted no time climbing on me. My legs parted readily to welcome him. We snogged like you wouldna believe. Our hands went anywhere we pleased, loving the abundance of skin to touch.

I feel his cock against my bare patch and rub my cunny against it. The groan Jamie gives me is music to my ears. It spurs my hips to work faster against it, spreading my cunt juice all over his cock.

Feeling his hardness is driving me wild. Pleasure’s coursing through me. “I’m so randy,” I groan. “Fuck me, Jamie!”

Jamie groans my name, sending the tinglies all up my spine. I feel something dripping onto my cunny lips just as the lad goes still. When I look down, I see his cum running down his cock and onto my cunt.

“Sorry,” he says to me, putting on this embarrassed grin. “I… I just… couldn’t stop it.”

I laughed to show him I wasna mad. “You wanker,” says I, “you bloody well better clean me up quick so we can try again.”

He laughed too and scrambled for a box of tissues. I’m sure he was right glad I didna blow up and yell at him. “It’s just a damn good thing there’s two of you lads,” I teased him.

Once he found the tissues, Jamie cleaned me up in a wink. The other Jamie busied himself deleting the old footage and setting up for take two. I kept myself hot and ready by working my still-hard nips.

One Jamie handed off the camera to the other and approached me. His cock bounced a wee bit with each step. Giving him a sexy grin, I say, “Gonna try your luck fucking my hot cunt, lad? I really, really want you to.”

He grins back at me, and we start snogging again. Hands roam where they will once more. I’m still right sodden between my thighs, and I make sure this Jamie stays proper stiff. This time, though, I climb atop him.

“You wanna try it this way instead?” asks Captain Obvious.

I nod and rub my cunny against his prick. “Maybe you willna pop off too quick this way,” says I. “I’d hate if you had to make a full rugby squad just to fuck me.”

Both Jamies laugh at that. The one not under me says, “I’ve been filming since you started kissing, so go whenever you’re ready.”

“Och, I’ve been ready since I put on the robe to come over here,” says I. I reach down to hold Jamie’s stiff prick upright. It takes me a minute to get the tip inside, but just that wee bit’s more than enough to make me moan, “Oh, fuck!”

“Rahne,” breathes Jamie-underneath, “is it… am I in?”

“Nay, not quite,” says I, “but almost. You’ll know for damn sure when it is, lad.” I relaxed my cunt, and promptly I slide down a tad further. There was a slight pinch – like getting a shot – and I knew my cherry was no more.

“Sweet mother o’ fuck,” I groaned.

“Rahne!” Jamie called. “Oh, baby!”

I tell you, I didna want to wait to get that prick all the way in. Instead, I start working my hips a bit, getting some delightful cock-thrusting movement back and forth inside me. Just having a real, live prick in my cunny’s driving me wild, sending me over the moon.

Then the bloody thing slips outta me. I canna remember if I said “shit” or “dammit” or “bloody hell” – but I remember swearing just then, and any of those or all of those and more came outta my mouth. It’s on the video, to be sure, if you’re that curious. It takes some fiddling around to get Jamie’s cock back where it belonged: inside my eager cunt.

This time around, lasses, it slid in right easy, all the way from root to tip. “Oh bloody fucking hell,” I groaned, “that feels fucking fantastic, lad.” If you’re one as hasna had a cock buried in your cunt yet, I dinna know if I can quite describe the feeling. I tell you, though, it’s pleasure you willna soon forget.

“Oh, yeah, Rahne,” says the camera-Jamie, “that’s hot. Now, start riding!”

That reminder that the camera was preserving every naughty thing I was doing just then inflamed my lust, I assure you. Nary another moment passed before I started bouncing up and down. Jamie’s cock felt so damned good plunging, plunging, plunging into me, my whole cunt alight with pure pleasure.

Most of what comes next is a blur of cumming and cursing. I couldna begin to guess how many times I came, or how often I said which words. It’s all on the tape, though, should anyone want to watch and find out.

I dinna even know for sure how long it lasted. I just know that I came, and I came, and I came. I came like a bitch in heat, aye, but, strangely enough, at no point did I feel the urge to howl.

I’ll tell you what I do remember: deep, deep satisfaction. The pleasure, like I told you, was unforgettable, and it was heightened so much by the knowledge that I was fucking for the record – every tit-bounce, every groan, every word. Believe me, lasses, when I say I never felt so randy or came so hard before.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Jamie-underneath groans my name, and his prick starts twitching in my cunt. It’s not long before he’s shot his load completely, so I stop my hips moving. I can actually feel the wanker going soft, which is a right odd feeling, I tell you.

Jamie the Spent wiggles a bit to pull outta my cunny. “Rahne,” he says, “that was amazing. Holy smokes.” He’s so cute with his thing about not cursing.

I giggle and roll off him. Jamie-with-camera moves the lens to ‘look me over’ in my post-fuck glory. My naughty bits still tingled, and I could feel Jamie’s cum oozing out, warm and drippy. I moaned every so often when I breathed.

Now, I’d heard of a lass having a certain glow about her, but damned if I didna fully believe it till just then. I tell you, I really did feel like I was aglow, like a full moon on a cloudless night. My head was abuzz. I felt like I was floating like an autumn leaf in a stiff breeze. Och, forgive me for waxing poetic there, but I dinna know how else to describe the way I felt inside just then.

“Wow, Rahne,” says the videographer, “you look really sexy like that.” I just nodded and smirked at him, a mite too exhausted to speak. “There’s some blood, but not much. How do you feel?”

My eyes roll back in my head – I hope it looks proper saucy on the camera. “I feel like a naughty lass,” says I, “who just fucked for the first time, with her boyfriend’s hot cum pouring from her gaping cunt.” I give the camera a sultry grin.

Jamie-behind-camera gives me a thumbs-up. “Cut,” says he. “I think that’s a wrap.”

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A/N: My apologies for the delay on this chapter's posting - a combination of technical issues, external distractions, and the winter blues conspired to keep this one bogged down. Further, the exterior workload looks like it'll be increasing from here till May... of next year. As this is my most ambitious story to date, we'll just have to wait and see what sorts of awful interactions occur between work and play.
Also, I realized halfway through this chapter that I actually wish I'd left Rahne out of this story, because I found myself less and less interested in this particular tale as I wrote it. Hopefully you, the readers, will disagree with my assessment and inform me with glowing reviews; alternately, you may well agree with my assessment and decry my hackneyed writing with your scathing critiques. In either case, I look forward to your collective responses.
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