Curator's Note: On the surface, this appears to be the case of an older female offering a sexual favor to a young male as a bribe for better cooperation and behavior. However, one must wonder if she had deeper motivations.
On the day I turned 13, I was about 150 cm tall and weighed about 40 kg, so I was a little small for my age. I was slender and not very muscular. I'm Spanish so I had light brown skin, wavy black hair -- clean cut but full; brown eyes with black eyebrows and lashes. Girls said I was cute, but in a motherly sort of way. My voice hadn't changed yet and they still saw me as a little kid.
I was extremely horny. I thought about sex all the time. I regularly masturbated when I woke up, when I got home from school, and before I went to sleep. From what I saw in the locker room, my genitals seemed to be at least normal size. In fact, they probably looked pretty big hanging off my smallish body. My erection was around 10-12 cm long. I had a small, sparse tangle of long, wispy black pubic hair that I was proud of, even if some of the boys had a lot more. I was able to ejaculate a few small spurts of slightly cloudy semen three times a day.
Description of Partner
She was an au pair from France who was living with us to learn pish and help take care of my little brother and sister. Sometimes she thought she was taking care of me, too, and I had to keep reminding her that she wasn't. She had short brown hair and hazel eyes. Her face was kind of plain with a sprinkling of freckles. She hardly ever put on makeup, but she could look quite pretty when she did. One amazing thing about her was her smile. I don't know why, but it was magical and irresistible. Whenever I saw it, I'd have to smile too -- no matter how hard I was trying to be mad at her. She had very well-formed, medium sized breasts but she'd always catch me when I tried to look at them. She'd smirk, put her chin down, and raise her eyebrows at me as if to ask, do you really think you're man enough for me? I had to be sneaky.
Events Prior to Intercourse
One afternoon we were sitting alone in our living room. My parents were shopping and my little brother and sister were playing in the back yard. She was sitting on the couch with a furrowed brow, concentrating hard as she struggled to read a pish novel. I was sitting in a soft chair across the room, pretending to do a word search puzzle while taking advantage of her distraction and staring at her breasts. Unfortunately, I'd fallen into a sexual fantasy about her and didn't realize that she'd caught me until she cleared her throat. I came back to myself with a start, only to realize that I had a huge and very obvious erection in my pants.
I blushed deeply and tried to cover it with my puzzle book. Fortunately, she didn't give me 'the look'. She just smiled at me in a very casual, friendly way.
"Your birthday is coming up soon, isn't it?" she asked gently.
Trapped there with an erection that wouldn't go down, I nodded dumbly. I'd made sure that everyone was well aware that I would be a big, bad teenager soon.
"I have a deal for you if you'd like to hear it," she offered in a voice that told me I'd really want to hear it.
"OK," I gulped.
"You know that I'll be going home in a few weeks. So... I don't think there'd be any harm in letting you see them as a birthday present -- unless you'd rather have me give you a little car or truck, or something."
"Really?" I asked, nearly jumping out of my chair with excitement.
"Of course. And if you're extra helpful and can stop arguing with me until then, I'll even let you touch them."
"Really?" I squeaked.
She nodded solemnly and crossed her heart, staring into my eyes with a very seductive look.
"Now you'd better go and take care of that thing," she said, grinning and nodding toward my crotch.
I dashed to the bathroom in such a state of excitement that it nearly took care of itself.
For the next 11 days, I was her little angel. I helped her take care of the kids, helped her with her pish, went shopping with her, entertained her with boyish chatter for hours on end, and never, ever argued. At night, I was a little devil. Visions of her breasts filled my sleepless mind as I masturbated repeatedly for hours on end.
She never let me have doubts. Every so often, she'd give me a quick pat on the bottom or rub my back. Our eyes would meet, she'd smile or wink, and I would glow with fresh excitement.
It seemed like forever, but the day finally came. I got nice presents and my mom made my favorite dinner. My family had no idea that nearly all of my excitement and happiness was for something else.
That night, I showered (scrubbing myself especially well) and went to bed. Eventually, the house grew quiet. I wasted no time padding quietly to her room.
Her door was slightly ajar. I peeked in to see her sitting on top of her bed, reading under a small lamp. She was wearing only a long T-shirt. Her long bare legs looked smooth and creamy. My heart hammered so hard at the sight that I thought I might pass out.
She'd been watching for me and beckoned me inside. I quietly closed the door behind me. As I did so, she turned off her lamp. There was still a soft blue glow from the street lights outside.
She stood up next to her bed and put her hands on my shoulders, guiding me to a point half a meter in front of her. Then she crossed her arms and lifted the T-shirt up and over her head, dropping it onto the bed.
There they were, the objects of my fantasies. Grapefruit-sized breasts with large pink nipples. She was taller than me, so they were nearly at eye level. They were wonderful. All I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open, staring hard.
She reached down and lifted my own T-shirt. The moving fabric made me realize that my rock-hard penis was poking out of the fly of my boxer shorts. I didn't feel a bit embarrassed, though. I wanted her to see it.
Her breasts wobbled nicely as I lifted my arms for her. As the shirt passed over my head, I looked down and saw that she was wearing tiny white panties. The shapes of her mons and vulva were clearly visible underneath.
Once my shirt was off, she gently pulled my face to one of her nipples. I instinctively took it into my mouth and began to suckle. She gasped softly and I brought a hand up to feel her other breast. It felt cool and firm and wonderful. Soon the nipple in my mouth felt as hard as my penis.
We stood there swaying against each other in the surreal blue light. At some point, the upper part of my waving erection came into contact with her panties and the full, soft warmth underneath. I crushed myself against her, making us both gasp. She put a hand on my bottom, squeezing it while she pulled me close.
I moved my mouth and hands from one nipple to the other, pinching one while I gently nibbled on the other. A warm, musky aroma had begun to fill my nostrils. It was like nothing I'd ever smelled before and it drove all rational thought from my mind.
My penis had lodged into the cleft of her panty-covered vulva and I began to hump earnestly against her. I was panting so hard that I couldn't keep my mouth around her nipple and had to resort to licking it.
She made soft, encouraging noises in my ear as she rubbed my back and reached down my shorts to rub my bare bottom as I mindlessly ground myself against her crotch.
Eventually, I felt myself getting close to having an orgasm. I feverishly tried to pull her panties off, but she gently grabbed my wrists to stop me. I whimpered softly with frustration and disappointment.
"Shhh. There's something I want to do first. Then we can make love, OK?" She whispered in my ear.
"OK," I panted, my heart soaring with the sudden realization that I might soon be losing my virginity.
She squatted and tugged the front of my waistband until my erect penis was back inside, then whisked the shorts down my legs. Her eyes widened and she smiled. My bouncing erection and tight round sack were right in front of her eyes.
"Oh, it's a lot bigger than I thought!" she murmured happily.
She took ahold of my wrists and placed my hands on the back of her head. Then she took the base of my penis with a thumb and two fingers. Pulling my foreskin forward so that it covered as much of the glans as possible, she covered her teeth with her lips and pulled me slowly into her mouth.
I gasped and tilted my head back as I felt the warm wetness engulf me. She took my balls into her other hand and fondled them gently. I had never felt anything so good in my life. Soon I was holding her head still and driving myself gently in and out of her mouth. She kept her fingers wrapped around the base so that she could pull the foreskin up to cover the glans whenever she felt me getting too excited.
It worked wonderfully and she was able to keep me on the edge of orgasm for many minutes while my hips moved slowly back and forth and I gasped with delight. Eventually, though, my balls began to ache for release.
Somehow, she sensed that I was growing uncomfortable and pulled me down to kneel in front of her so that she could whisper in my ear.
"Do you want to finish in my mouth before we make love, or do you want to make love now?" she asked softly.
"Now!" I gasped without any hesitation.
"You might not last as long," she warned gently.
"I know. It's OK," I said. All I wanted at that moment was to get my penis inside her vagina and fill it with semen.
"All right. Happy Birthday," she whispered and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.
Then she stood me up and guided me to the foot of her bed. She slid her panties down her legs and laid down, spreading herself before me. A tight, dark triangle of pubic hair covered her mons. It also adorned the entire length of her puffy outer lips. They were pulled up and out to reveal an enticing ridge of darker flesh. Just below it, her inner lips were swollen open to form a glistening teardrop. At its center was a tiny dark slit.
Reproductive Capability and Precautions
She held her arms out to me and I crawled onto the bed and between her legs. As I laid on top of her, she used her hand to guide my erect penis straight into her vagina. I felt the warm sliminess of her inner lips against my foreskin and pushed myself firmly against her while she held me in place with her fingers.
There was a slight resistance just inside that pushed my foreskin completely back to fully expose my glans. Then I heard a wet smacking noise as I felt myself slide smoothly into her.
I felt her vagina tighten and come to life around me. It felt like a soft wet hand gently caressing every part of my penis. There was far more texture and heat inside her vagina than I'd ever imagined. Warm rivulets of fluid ran out of her vagina and onto my aching balls.
My instincts took over and they had no interest in prolonging the experience. I reared back and plunged myself firmly inside her with a soft grunt. The tight, rippling walls of her vagina scraped deliciously along my erection. My glans began to burn with excitement and I felt the semen already welling up behind my penis.
I repeated the long, hard thrusts six or seven more times, each one bringing me closer to ejaculation. With each one, she brought her pelvis up to bump firmly against mine. My last few thrusts were short, fast and deep as I felt the semen moving through my penis.
I was deep inside her making slow, quick thrusts. I felt the hot semen fill my penis and then it jerked and sent a long squirt into her depths. I grunted with pleasure and relief just before another long squirt shot out of me. After that, the spurts came more rapidly but were every bit as intense. Before I was halfway through my orgasm, I could feel my glans moving through a hot pool of my own semen.
I'd shot off at least a dozen good squirts before I felt my orgasm begin to fade. I pressed myself as far inside her as I could go, then unashamedly squeezed more semen into her while she gently and patiently milked me with her vagina. I wanted to fill her with every last drop and took a long, sweet time doing so. She did her best to make sure every last moment of it was wonderful. Her vagina felt every bit as magical as her smile.
After I gave one last sigh of pleasure and collapsed on top of her, she told me to hold still while she felt around for her T-shirt. When she found it, she raised us off the bed far enough to slip one end under her bottom. Then she told me to pull out slowly.
I did. The juices inside her vagina now felt thick and gooey, making smacking noises as I moved my softening penis through them. When I was all the way out, she used the other end of her T-shirt to wipe the worst of it off me. Then I did the same for her.
By that time I was hard again and we happily made love for the second of seven times that night.
We continued to have sex every night until she left a few weeks later. She wrote a few letters to my family after that, but nothing directly to me. I really missed her for a few weeks, but I also grew a lot more confident around the girls at school. I soon had a real girlfriend who made me very happy.
Suggested Essay Topics
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Precocious Sexual Experience -- Consensual sexual activity culminating in intercourse prior to the age of 15.
Precocious Sexual Debut -- Consensual sexual activity culminating in first-time intercourse prior to the age of 15.
Professor X was a man ahead of his time. He was a psychology instructor at various colleges and universities in Western Europe from the late 1960s until his death in 2010. During that time, he ventured where most others feared to tread: the study of precocious human sexuality.
For decades, he sought out students who had experienced sexual intercourse prior to the age of 15 and gave them the option of telling their story instead of doing one of their writing assignments. He created a structured format so that their information would be more consistent and easier to analyze.
Unfortunately, professional publications shied away from publishing all but the most general statistics about precocious sexuality. They never allowed him to reveal in any detail the most important information: how, when, where, and why these experiences occur. Without this knowledge, it's just not possible to address the problems of teenage pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections in any meaningful way.
After his death, his unpublished research was given to a colleague. The student reports were often hand-written in "blue books". Some were typed. Most had either faded with time or had suffered some kind of physical damage. They were also written in various languages, presumably to allow his students to use the full expression of their native languages.
The essays sat in a storage room for over a year. One day, the colleague decided to read a few of them in the hope that they might be of use in a research project. She was brought nearly to tears by the vivid recollections of emotions and sensations that the students were able to produce. Most of their experiences had happened nearly a decade prior to their reports. Professor X had clearly brought out the best in them. She vowed to dedicate herself to preserving their work and making it available to those who could appreciate it.
Now, she and a few carefully selected volunteers are carefully repairing the essays, typing them into a word processor, and carefully translating them into English. It's a slow process that's being performed in everyone's spare time, but the results are clearly worth it. The experiences are amazing.
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