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A Girl's Point of View
by RavensNest (address withheld)
Quick edit by AB-2008
***
A young girl discovers her sexuality, then moves on to
learn from her older brother and finally a teacher at
school. (mm/f, teens, inc, M/f-teen, ped, 1st, mast,
oral)
***
My name is Laura. I've always been a sexual person,
even as a little girl I can remember rubbing up against
things for the tingly feeling it gave me. When I was
about 11 or 12 I realized that I could get even more
tingly feelings if I used my hand on myself. I hadn't
had any orgasms or anything like that, just that warm
friendly feeling you get as the sexual tension builds.
I had no idea that there was a payoff at the end, I
thought the general good feelings were an end in
themselves.
About the time I was 13 my body began to "bloom" as my
mother put it. At first, the only difference I noticed
were that my nipples had gotten larger and my chest
began to swell out a little where my breasts would
develop. One day, before my mother bought me my first
bra, as I was getting undressed for bed I noticed that
when I pulled my t-shirt off, the feel of the fabric
running over my nipples was very interesting. I paused
a moment to consider this and ran the shirt over my
chest again. Hmmm, a very interesting feeling indeed!
I began to rub my shirt slowly back and forth over my
chest and a funny thing happened. My nipples had sprung
out from my little puffy titties like pencil erasers! I
stopped what I was doing and looked down at my breasts
with a whole new interest. I went and stood in front of
my dresser where I could see myself in the mirror and
pushed at one of my breasts with a finger. I noticed
how the soft swelling of my tit had gotten larger in
the past couple of months. They still weren't large
enough to fill my hand, but they were getting there.
My nipples were now about the size of a quarter and the
center bud poked out about a 1/4 inch. Especially now
that I had excited them. I rubbed at my nipples again,
this time with the palm of my hands and groped at
myself in growing interest. On impulse, I flicked my
thumbs across my nipples and was rewarded by an
answering hot flash down in my stomach. Now this was
getting better and better. I quickly finished getting
ready for bed and turned off the light and lay down.
As soon as I was in bed, I moved my left hand up to
caress my boobies and pinch lightly at my nipples and
slid my right hand down to my snatch and began to run
my finger up and down like I always did. I did this for
about a half hour, until I dozed off to sweet dreams.
Like I said, I had no idea that orgasms existed. Yet.
A couple of months after discovering that my breasts
could be used in my little night time play, I had my
first orgasm. My tits had swelled and grown, until
about six months after my 13th birthday, they were now
about the size of my fists. The larger they got, the
more sensitive my nipples became until they were almost
as big a part of my masturbating as my cunny. I would
often fondle myself while I was doing something else,
like I would be brushing my hair with one hand and
feeling my tit with the other. Or I would be lying in
bed studying and have my hand underneath me playing
with my crotch.
One day I was brushing my teeth with an electric
toothbrush, when the buzzing, vibrating handle gave me
an idea. I slid my left hand inside my pajama top and
began to rub at my tits and slid the handle of the
toothbrush down inside my panties. When the vibrating
handle made contact with my clitoris things just
exploded! I stopped in shock for a moment. Then I
quickly stripped off my clothes and looking down at my
cunny, I gently spread myself open with my fingers.
Looking closely I noticed a little button of flesh at
the top of my crease. "What the heck is that?" I
wondered. I poked a fingertip at it and gloriosky! It
felt good. I remembered that lately, when I played with
myself that it felt better up near the top of the slit.
Could this little button be the reason? I rubbed my
finger up and down my slit and recognized my old friend
the warm fuzzy feeling. As I moved my finger up to the
little button it felt even better!
I started to coordinate my groping my boobies with
sliding my finger on my button. It started to feel
REALLY good. This time the nice burning feeling kept
getting more and more intense. Then I remembered the
toothbrush and turned it on again and placed the base
against my little cunny button. I suddenly got
lightheaded as my very first orgasm swept over me. My
knees buckled and I fell to the floor, the toothbrush
rolling across the floor and stopped, buzzing like an
angry bee against the bathtub.
My mother knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I
was ok. I told her I was fine, that I just slipped on a
wet spot on the floor. I reached over and shut off the
toothbrush and lay on the floor basking in the after
glow thinking that the toothbrush was my new best
friend. I realized that the buzzing of the toothbrush
coming from my bedroom might bring my parents to
investigate, so I left it in the bathroom. As soon as I
could get into bed, I started to masturbate.
Almost immediately the nice warm feeling returned, only
this time, as I paid more attention to my cunny button,
the feeling kept building and building until, with a
gasp, I reached orgasm again! I found myself thrusting
my pelvis completely off of the bed as I quivered in
delight. As I dozed off to sleep I wondered if anyone
else had ever discovered this way cool stuff.
A couple months later, I was a pro at masturbation. I
diddled myself almost every morning and evening when I
brushed my teeth. I would finger myself to the big O
just about every night in bed, too. One day, I was out
in the tree house, thinking about getting myself off
again, when my next door neighbor, Billy, who was also
13 came climbing up. Billy and I had grown up together
and played together a lot. Lately, Billy had started to
show more interest in my body than he had previously.
Billy stuck his head up through the trapdoor and said,
"Hi slug."
"Hi yourself," I told him.
Billy climbed on up and shut the trap door. "Want to
see something cool?" he asked and pulled a magazine out
of his back pocket. He told me he had snuck it out of
his big brothers room and it had naked people in it. We
both sat down cross-legged on the floor of the tree
house and Billy opened up the magazine and we began to
look at the pictures.
The first section had pictures of women with these
absolutely huge tits. Billy seemed real interested in
them. I thought they seemed kind of cow like. The next
section had pictures of a man and woman together. I
looked at my first view of the naked male organ. The
man's penis was about four inches long and hung limply
down his leg. "Do they all look like that?" I asked,
pointing to the man's dick.
Billy mumbled, "Yeah, I guess so."
I made a noise and said, "It's kind of ugly."
Billy turned the page and the woman was on her knees
next to the man and touching his thing while moving her
head toward it with her mouth open. "What's she gonna
do?" I asked Billy.
"You'll see," he told me. Turning the page I saw that
the woman had put her mouth around the man's thingy and
had her eyes closed like she liked it. The man seemed
to like it, too. The next picture showed a close up of
the woman sucking on the man's penis and it had grown
huge! Before it was small and loose, now it was big and
standing straight up! It was so much bigger that she
could have put both hands around it and the tip would
have still stuck out.
In the next picture the couple had moved around so that
the man could lick at the woman's cunny while she
continued to suck on his thing. Then I saw something
that finally made sense to me. A close up picture of
the woman's cunny, with the little button sticking out!
I hadn't been completely sure until then that other
women had them. I could see that the man was running
his tongue over the woman's button. I noticed about
then that Billy was squirming around as if he was
uncomfortable, and that his crotch was all swollen. I
looked back at the pictures and then back at Billy. I
wondered if his thingy was getting bigger?
Then I had another revelation. Maybe boys played with
themselves, too!
"Uh, Billy, do you ever, you know, touch yourself?" I
asked kind of slowly.
"Yeah, sometimes," he admitted.
I looked from the picture to him again and asked, "Does
yours look like that?"
Billy turned kind of red and said, "Yeah I guess,
pretty much, it's not that big, though."
We kept turning pages and looking at the pictures and I
told Billy, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Billy agreed and I told him to show me his first. He
stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to
about his knees. As he did so, his cock sprung out from
his body, about six inches long, maybe two inches
across, and pointing straight at the ceiling. I thought
it looked a lot cooler in person than it did in the
picture. "How do you pee with it pointing up like
that?"
He said, "Most of the time it isn't stiff like this, it
only points up when I get... you know, excited." I
remembered how the man in the picture started out and
nodded my understanding.
"Can I touch it?" I asked.
"Yea, sure," he quickly replied.
I reached out and poked it with a finger and watched it
twitch a little. Then I ran a finger up and down the
length of it and was kind of surprised to find out it
was really smooth and silky feeling. Billy said I had
to show him mine now. I stood up and pulled off my
shorts and panties. Billy started to lean over and look
at my cunny, but he tripped on his pants and fell.
We both laughed as he pulled his pants off the rest of
the way, then took off his shirt, too. "Let me see your
boobies, too," he said. I pulled my t-shirt over my
head and then undid the front clasp of my bra and threw
it onto the pile of clothes we had on the floor of the
tree house.
Billy's eyes got real big when he saw my titties and
his penis jerked and got even bigger and started to
turn red. "Can I touch them?" he asked me. We knelt
down on the floor, facing each other and he reached out
and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it a little and
running his palm around my hard nipple. I let out a
little gasp of surprise at the different way it felt
when somebody else touched you. Billy slid his hand
down my stomach toward my cunny and I raised myself up
on my knees so that he could get to it better. He slid
his finger up and down my slit and I closed my eyes in
anticipation of a quick orgasm.
Billy didn't know the right places to hit, though, and
kept trying to stick his finger up inside me, which
hurt a little. I remembered the pictures and told him
he should lick me on my button like the man in the
picture did. I lay down on my back and spread my knees
apart to let him see where everything was. Billy
studied the picture for a moment, then put his face
down by my cunny and OH MY GOD HIS TONGUE FOUND MY
BUTTON!!!!
Billy licked at my button kind of like an ice-cream
cone at first, then he started to just flick his tongue
up and down over it. My joy button began to get harder
and come out of its little hiding place until Billy got
his lips around it and started to suck on it. I started
to cum and grabbed the back of Billy's head with both
hands and clamped my thighs tightly around the sides as
I pushed my cunny up into his face. I finally heard him
shouting that he couldn't breathe and let him go with a
sigh.
I told him, "Thanks, Billy, that felt really good."
He pointed to the picture of the woman sucking on the
man's thing and said it was my turn to make him feel
good. I figured one good turn deserved another so I
agreed and told him to lie down. Billy showed me how to
move my hand up and down the shaft in a way he liked it
and I bent and took his dick in my mouth. At first I
licked up and down the mushroom-like head, then I began
to move my head up and down so that my tongue and mouth
were moving on him like my hand was.
Billy was moaning a lot now and saying encouraging
things to keep me going. Then I felt him stiffen
suddenly and his penis jerked and a big glop of bleach
tasting stuff shot out into my mouth. I pulled away
from him and started to ask what the hell that was,
when he shot another wad out onto my face. "Ack!" I
yelled, "Gross, what the heck is that stuff."
Billy's thing continued to shoot big globs of this
white, pearly looking stuff out all over his chest and
stomach. Until after awhile it stopped and just lay
there with more white stuff slowly leaking out of it.
"That's what happens when a boy cums," he explained.
"That is the grossest stuff I've ever seen," I told
him, "and it tastes terrible!" I continued to spit
stuff out and wipe at the stuff on my face. It felt
really slick and slimy and smelled like bleach. "You
could have warned me, you know," I bitched at him.
"Well, you tried to suffocate me," he bitched back.
Then we both started to laugh and he helped me clean
up. About then, we heard his mom calling him so we got
dressed and he ran home.
After he left, I noticed that the magazine was still
there. As I sat down to look at the rest of the
pictures I got another shock on top of all the other
ones I had received that day. There in living color
were pictures of a man and woman where the man actual
stuck his penis up inside the woman's cunny! I had
never conceived of such a thing and hadn't realized
that anything could actually fit inside me. The woman
in the picture looked like she was having a good time,
though, so I figured I'd try to put something inside me
tonight and see what happened.
**
That night, after I got in bed, I started out my sex
play in the usual manner. That is, I was playing with
my titties with one hand while rubbing a finger up and
down my slit with the other hand. After I could feel
that my orgasm was starting to build, I reached under
my pillow to where I had hidden my hairbrush. This
brush had a round handle that was about four inches
long and about one inch across. Holding the brush by
the bristly part, I began to rub the handle up and down
my slit. As soon as the handle was all slick with my
juices, I placed the end of the handle up to my cunny
lips and slowly started to push it in. I
could feel a very interesting feeling as the handle
parted the lips and I probed gently at my snatch.
Through experimentation, I found that, depending on the
angle, I could get the handle up inside me two or three
inches, then I hit some kind of barrier that hurt if I
tried to go any further. I discovered that the best
feelings came when I used the brush at a low angle and
used the finger of my free hand to rub at my cunny
button at the same time.
Before the week was out I was having the most
incredible orgasms. I had to keep reminding myself to
keep quiet so that my parents wouldn't come to
investigate what all the moaning and squealing was
about. Every time we got together to play, Billy now
wanted me to give him a blowjob. I didn't do it every
time, but two to three times a week, I would suck him
off. Of course, now I made him warn me so I wouldn't
get caught by surprise again when he came. I also made
sure that he used his tongue to get me off on those
occasions, too.
One day, not long before my 14th birthday, Billy asked
if he could put his dink inside my cunny. I told him
that it wouldn't go in all the way, but if he was
careful we could try it. At first, we tried it with me
laying on my back and Billy on top of me. We got his
thing inside me ok, and he said it felt great, but he
kept slamming into that thing that hurt, so I made him
stop. Billy was really frustrated and his dick was
jerking all on its own as if it were pissed off at me.
I told him to lie on his back and I straddled him.
I took hold of his thing and guided the end of it to my
cunny where I rubbed it against my slit. Billy groaned
and tried to push into me again. I told him to lie
still and let me do everything, or he could just forget
about it. He whined and let me take over. After rubbing
the head of it around a little, I found the entrance to
my cunny and eased down onto him a little.
When I got to the place where the blockage was, I
stopped. His dink was much thicker than the hair brush
handle and it felt good to be stretched out a little
like that. I let go of his shaft and placing my hands
on his chest I began to raise myself up and down on him
using my thighs for lift. In addition to moving up and
down on him like that, I also swiveled my hips forward
and backwards which gave me the delicious sensation of
feeling his thing rub up against my cunny button.
I started to feel the wonderful warm feelings start to
build and started to quicken my movements. However, way
before I could cum, Billy let out a groan and grabbed
at my waist and tried to shove his thing further up
into me. At the same time I could feel his thing
jerking and I realized that he was cumming already. I
gave a groan of frustration and slipped off of him and
his jizz continued to splatter all over his chest. I
told him that it wasn't fair, that I hadn't cum yet.
Billy said he was sorry, but he had to get home for
dinner and left me up in the tree house, all frustrated
and alone. Boy was I pissed. I thought about
masturbating then, but my mom started calling me to
come in for dinner, too.
I sat though dinner, squirming in my seat, until my mom
asked me what the problem was. I just told her I had an
itch and she glanced around the table at my brother and
father, then let it go at that. Later, as I was getting
ready for bed, she knocked on my door and came in and
sat down on the edge of my bed. "Now that we're alone,
why don't you tell me what the problem was at dinner,"
my mom told me. I told her that I just had an itch in
my crotch and couldn't very well scratch there during
dinner. My mom kept asking me questions and getting
more info on what type of itch, where exactly it was
and stuff like that.
Finally, she just nodded her head and told me that I
was maturing into a young woman and that these feelings
were natural and then she went on to explain about boys
and that a young girl had to be careful not to get
pregnant. She said that she hoped that I wouldn't start
having sex for awhile, but she told me that if I did
start "doing it" I should go see our family doctor and
he would put me on the pill. I told her that I wasn't
doing anything yet, but would take her advice if things
ever changed. This seemed to make her happy and she
left the room.
After she had been gone awhile, I was laying in bed,
trying to get myself off and relieve the frustration
that Billy had left me with, when there was a soft
knocking at my door. I ignored it and kept fingering
myself. Soon the door opened and someone came in and
quietly closed the door behind them. I froze and acted
like I was asleep. Whoever it was walked over and sat
quietly on the edge of my bed. "Laura," my 16 year old
brother David whispered, "Are you awake?" I just wanted
to finish masturbating so I could get some relief and
then go to sleep, so I just lay there and pretended I
was sleeping, hoping he would go away. "I heard you
talking to Mom earlier, and I just wanted you to know
that I was willing to help you out with your itch if
you wanted..." David continued on in a low voice.
When I didn't respond, he sighed and started to leave,
then seemed to change his mind. Dave reached out and
slowly pulled the blanket down to my waist. I wondered
what was going on here, but since I was acting like I
was asleep, I couldn't just ask him. The next thing he
did was very gently and slowly started to unbutton my
pajama top. I lay still and breathed regularly, peeking
at him through slitted eyelids.
When he had all of the buttons undone, he paused for a
second, then carefully pulled aside my top, exposing my
breasts. My nipples, which had just begun to relax,
instantly sprung to attention. I could hear my brother
let out a low moan as he looked at me, then he reached
out and gently cupped one breast, slowly squeezing it
and rubbing his palm across my nipple. I couldn't help
myself and let out a low groan and wriggled a little.
Dave jumped up and was half way across the room before
he paused.
When I didn't move again, he came back and sat on the
bed again. When he began to play with my titties again,
I made a point of lying very still so as not to scare
him away again. After he had felt my boobs for about
five minutes, he stopped, got up from the bed and
pulled the blanket down to my ankles. He then unsnapped
the two buttons of the fly to my pajama bottoms (at the
time I wore boys pajamas) and laying the flaps aside
began to lightly stroke his finger up and down my cunny
slit.
Dave sat back on the bed and while continuing to finger
my slit, he pulled his thing out of his own pj's and
started to stroke himself. After a minute or so, he
leaned over and took one of my nipples between his lips
and started to suck on it. I couldn't help but start to
wriggle around, but when he raised his head from my tit
and asked, "Are you awake, Laura?" I didn't answer. My
brother then halfway lay on the bed and placed his face
between my legs and began to eat me out.
"Now this is more like it!" I said to myself.
He was doing a pretty good job of licking my cunny and
stroking himself off at the same time. Then he found my
cunny button and latched on to it like there was no
tomorrow. I let out a moan and turned my head. There in
front of me was the head of his dink as he stroked
himself off. I leaned over just a bit and placed my
lips around the head and began to swirl my tongue
around it. Dave let out a long moan and moved his hand
from his dink to the side of my face. I reached over
and placed my hand on his shaft and began to stroke him
and bob my head up and down at the same time.
Dave was now licking and sucking at my joy button like
crazy and I could feel my orgasm rise up out of my
belly and wash over my whole body as I started to spas
and quiver. Davey came shortly after I did, squirting a
big glop down my throat. I swallowed it automatically,
then he was shooting stream after stream down my throat
and into my mouth. His cum didn't taste as bad as
Billy's had, so I was able to keep it in my mouth long
enough to swallow it.
As his thing stopped jerking, I gave it another suck
and managed to pull some more jizz out of it like
sucking a thick shake up a straw. Dave rolled off of
the bed and pushed his thing back into his pajamas.
"That was really great, Laura," he whispered. I didn't
answer him and continued to fake it like I was
sleeping. Dave chuckled to himself, refastened my
clothes, covered me back up, and quietly left my room.
Finally satisfied after an afternoon of frustration, I
slept like a baby.
The next day, Billy tried to get me up to the tree
house again. I told him that since he only cared for
getting himself off, he didn't need me. I gave him the
same answer three days in a row and he began to get the
hint and left me alone. Then on Friday night I was in
bed just drifting off to sleep after frigging myself to
oblivion, when I heard my bedroom door open and close,
then soft footsteps make their way to my bed. Dave
asked if I was awake and I pretended to be asleep
again, not wanting to scare him off.
When he pulled the blanket down, he let out a little
disappointed noise when he saw I was on my stomach. He
continued to pull the blanket all the way down, however
and discovered that I wasn't wearing any panties. He
softly crawled up on the bed with me and, gently
spreading my legs, began to finger my cunny again.
Since I had just finished doing the same thing myself,
I was already pretty wet, which must have given him a
little surprise. Davey found my little button right
away and began to work on it. I was just on the verge
of cumming again, when he stopped and got up off the
bed.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as he pulled his
pj bottoms off and felt him crawl up on the bed and
kneel between my legs. As I watched he pulled a foil
packet out of the pocket of his pajama top and opened
it. Davey then took this thing out of the packet and,
setting it on the top of his dink, proceeded to roll it
down over himself so that he was completely covered
with it. "That must be a rubber!" I said to myself.
Next he grabbed hold of the shaft and, leaning forward,
placed the head of his thing against my pussy lips.
Since I was already slick from playing with myself and
then him fingering me, and since the rubber seemed to
be coated with some kind of lubricant, my brother was
able to easily start to enter me. This felt pretty good
until he reached the blockage and I couldn't help but
let out a small yelp of pain. I was beginning to wonder
if I should "wake up" so I could stop him and let me be
on top which had worked ok with Billy.
Then Davey began to use short little thrusts, barely
entering me just enough to provide me with a delicious
little friction. Occasionally he would push a little
too far and bang up against my cherry and I would let
out a little yip, which would cause my brother to slow
down and take it easy for a minute or so. After a bit I
began to feel my orgasm beginning to build. As the
feeling got more and more intense,
I started to lift my ass up in the air to give my
brother a better angle into me. Soon I was swiveling my
hips to match his movements and then I began to cum. As
I moved my hips quickly in a rocking motion, I couldn't
help myself and pushed my ass up towards him. He must
have been close to coming, too, because he thrust down
to meet me as I pushed up and the next thing I knew his
stomach had slapped against my ass as his shaft buried
itself all the way into my grasping cunny! I could feel
his dink twitching and jerking inside me as my brother
stiffened up and let out a loud groan as he came.
As I ground my ass into his crotch, I looked over my
shoulder at him and said, "Thanks for getting that damn
cherry out of my way."
"You don't mind?" he asked a little incredulously.
"Mind? Heck no," I whispered. Then I began to move
against him again and could feel his erection, which
had begun to shrink, start to harden again. "Let's do
it again now that you're all the way in me!"
Davey began to thrust at me again, but I told him to
ease up a second, then I grabbed a pillow and put it
under my stomach, which hiked my ass and cunny higher
up into the air. Then my brother realized that since I
was a willing partner, he didn't have to be quiet or
gentle anymore and proceeded to fuck me hard and fast.
I could feel his thing filling me up and his balls were
slapping me in the cunny as he thrust deep inside me.
I reached down between us and managed to get me hand to
my joy button and rubbed at it while he dicked me from
behind. It was only a minute or so later that we both
came again, this time pretty hard as we shoved against
each other, trying to get him as deep inside me as we
could. After we had recovered from our orgasms, he
pulled out of me and I lay on the bed, totally
satisfied for a change, and watched as he peeled the
rubber off of his rapidly shrinking dick. Davey held it
up and said, "I don't think I've ever cum that much in
my life."
I could see that the end of the rubber was bulging with
his cum. "It's probably a good thing you didn't shoot
all that inside me or I might have gotten pregnant!" I
told him. We talked about it for awhile and agreed that
we would do this again, but never without protection.
Then he went back to his room and I drifted off to
sleep, thinking about what other conquests I could make
now that my cherry was gone.
After losing my virginity I became an incredible prick-
tease. I have to apologize to any of the boys or men
that I drove crazy, but I couldn't help it. I would
make it a point to wear my blouses open a bit to show
some cleavage. When I bent over to pick something up
off of the floor, I always bent at the waist to show
off my legs and ass. It's not that I didn't let any of
them have me, it's just that I was ALWAYS putting out
the bait, and then I would decide which ones to keep
and which ones I would toss back.
After having a couple of boys my age (usually
disappointingly quick) and letting my brother do me
about every other week or so, I tried some of the older
boys in school. Most of them were only interested in
getting inside me, coming quickly and then leaving.
Creeps. That was when I figured out I had to be more
selective. I set my sights on my science teacher, Mr.
Grant. He was older (I think in his mid-thirties) so I
figured he should know what he was doing, and I hoped
maybe he could last a little longer in the saddle, so
to speak. Every time I was around him, I would put on a
show and hope that he noticed.
One day, when the class was doing a lab experiment,
when he got to my station to check my work I asked him
several questions to get him to stay around me. When he
stood behind me to check my work, I made a point of
pushing my ass back against his crotch. I could feel
his cock begin to twitch and harden before he made a
noise in his throat and returned to his desk where he
seemed to fidget a lot. From that day on I teased him
every chance I got.
When I talked to him I made sure that I would brush my
breasts against his arm, or if I was behind him at his
desk, I would lean over him, mashing my tits into his
back, or even better into the back of his neck. Then
came the day I had an after school conference with Mr.
Grant. After telling me that my grades were good and
all, he said that he had to talk to me about something
personal.
"I don't know if you realize what you're doing, but a
young girl, such as yourself, should be very careful
about the body language she gives off," he told me.
"What do you mean?" I responded, playing ignorant.
"Well," he said clearing his throat, "you may not know
it, but you're a very pretty girl and you have an
amazing body..." he paused as if realizing what he was
saying. "Uh, that is, you should try to keep a little
distance between yourself and the boys and men you may
talk to," he went on.
I stepped closer to him and placed my hand on his chest
and looking up into his face I said, "Do you mean like
this?"
He stepped back a bit as he mumbled, "Yes, that's it
exactly," then he bumped into his chair and sat down
suddenly. I stepped forward as he fell back onto his
chair and his face was now even with my breasts. I
grabbed at him as if to help keep him from falling and
the next thing he new his face was buried into my
chest. I entwined my hands into his hair and rubbed my
tits against his face. "Oh, Mr. Grant!" I exclaimed.
He tried to say something but his voice was all muffled
and when he put his hands up to push me away, I grabbed
his wrists and guided them to my chest. Mr. Grant froze
as he realized that he was groping my 14 year old
titties.
"Oh god!" he groaned a little, his eyes fixated on my
chest. I could feel my nipples hardening and I'm sure
he could too. I threw my head back and moved his hands
around, rubbing at my tits and trying to give him the
idea. "Oh, Laura, you don't know what you're doing to
me, this has to stop," he moaned.
I looked down at the rapidly growing bulge in his pants
and reaching down to grasp it with my hand, "I know
exactly what I'm doing. Would you like me to show you?"
He closed his eyes and whispered, "Yes, show me what
you know."
I dropped down to my knees in between his legs and
proceeded to open up his pants and free his thing from
his pants. It was huge compared to the boy's I'd seen
before. This was no dink, it was a cock! It burst free
of his underpants as if it had a life of its own. His
cock was eight or nine inches long and about two and a
half inches across. My fist wouldn't fit all the way
around it as I began to stroke him. The head was large
and mushroom shaped and was beginning to turn purple as
I lowered my head into his lap and took him into my
mouth.
Mr. Grant let out a long sigh as I tongued his cock and
began to slide my mouth up and down on his shaft. I
couldn't come close to getting all of it in, but
between my mouth and my stroking hand, I had him pretty
well covered. He kept mumbling things like, "Oh god
Laura, you don't know how that feels!" and "Suck on me
you sweet little thing!" and stuff like that.
As he began to thrust his hips to match my motions, he
said, "Grab my balls, tug on the sack!" So I used my
other hand to do that to him, too. Soon, he started to
grunt in time to his thrusting which became quicker and
more violent, until he gave out a louder grunt and
started to shoot his cum into my mouth.
I handled the first squirt ok, but the second glop was
huge! I managed to gulp it down when the third and
fourth and fifth shot out, each one more than the one
before it. Jizz was leaking out around the seal my lips
had on his cockhead, so I pulled away from him. Mr.
Grant looked down at me and saw his cum escaping from
my mouth as I tried to swallow what he had already shot
out and he gave another grunt and started to shoot off
again, this time all over my face and onto my sweater.
When he finally stopped spewing, he led me to the
teacher's bathroom and helped me to clean up. He was
mumbling something about not being able to thank me,
when I told him that it was my turn now. He asked what
I meant by that and I told him that I expected him to
eat me out now and then if he wanted to he could fuck
me. Mr. Grant got kind of weak in the knees for a
moment, then he took me into the teachers lounge and
sat me on the couch, told me to remove my panties and
hike up my skirt.
After I did these things, he went to his knees and
began to lick my cunny like a starving man. Mr. Grant
was an expert at licking pussy and he soon had me
writhing in ecstasy on the couch. Pretty soon I had my
legs over his shoulders and hanging down his back as he
buried his face in my crotch. When his hands moved up
under my sweater and pushed my bra up over my titties,
I groaned with delight and wiggled even more.
I was soon gasping for breath and thrusting my hot
little pussy onto his tongue. As soon as I started to
cum, Mr. Grant immediately stopped what he was doing
and as I started to complain that I wanted him to keep
going, he threw himself on top of me and I felt his
stiff pole poking at my twitching pussy lips. He soon
found the entrance to my honey hole and shoved his rod
all the way up inside me. I gasped as I felt the head
of his cock planted up against the back wall of my
vagina. Mr. Grant put his hands under my ass and went
into full gear right off the bat, fucking me hard and
fast.
The orgasm that was just starting from his tongue job
exploded inside me as I began to cum in wave after
wave. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore,
Mr. Grant said he was gonna cum soon and wanted to know
if I was on the pill. I managed to grunt out that I
wasn't, and he pulled out of me so fast, my cunt made a
sucking sound and he began to shoot his wad all over my
stomach. I couldn't believe he still had that much jizz
inside him after the blowjob I gave him, but he shot
quite a bit out before his drooping dick slowed down to
a trickle.
He helped me to clean up again and then he got a case
of the guilties and said that we could never do
anything like this again. He transferred to another
school shortly after that and I never saw him again.
But I was well on the way to collecting cocks and if
you're lucky maybe I'll tell you about some of my other
adventures later.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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