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The Virgin Chronicles - 15
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
***
These stories are a series of accounts, of young teen
girls losing their virginity and discovering the world
of sex. In Part 15, Olivia is a fourteen-year old
freshman, who is obsessed with her new English teacher.
(Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral)
***
Part 15 - Obsessive Olivia
My name is Olivia. At the time of this story I was
fourteen-years old and a freshman in high school. I was
5 feet, 1 inch tall and had blond hair with long bangs.
Emotionally I felt I was very mature but my body had yet
to catch up.
My waist and butt were rounding out nicely and my
breasts were starting to develop. They were nice A-Cups
yet and I never really needed to wear a bra.
My family had an apartment over the garage that they
rented to boarders. A day before school started they
told me they had rented it out. I watched as a very
handsome twenty one-year old man moved his stuff in. I
didn't have time to meet him; I had school the next day.
The first day of classes of my freshman year, I went to
fourth hour English class and got quite a surprise.
There in the front of the room teaching, was the same
man who had just moved in above my garage.
He introduced himself to the class as Mr. Cooper and
said this was his first teaching assignment. He outlined
the course syllabus and rules and then began the first
unit poetry.
I am a romantic at heart, so when he started reading How
Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways by Elizabeth
Barrett Browning, I just couldn't keep my eyes off him.
He looked like a young Robert Redford with blond hair
and blue eyes. He was dressed like a professor in a
brown corduroy sports coat with arm patches.
After class I introduced myself and told him we were
neighbors. He told me he had noticed me yesterday and
looked forward to talking to me soon. I could hardly
wait.
That evening after dinner, I climbed the outside steps
leading to the apartment and knocked at the door. Mr.
Cooper opened it up.
"Hi," I said, "I came by to talk as you said."
"Sorry, Olivia," he said, "but I really have to unpack."
"That's OK, maybe I can help." I said walking right in.
I was dressed in a short skirt and a tight pink tee
skirt. My breasts clung nicely to the tee shirt and my
nipples poked forward through the thin material. He took
a double take and then led me to a group of boxes. As I
handed him the books from inside, he placed them on a
nearby shelf.
"This is quite a poetry collection, Mr. Cooper," I
observed.
"Oh, as long as we're neighbors," he said, "you can call
me Tom outside of school."
"Okay, Tom," I said. "I sure like your taste in poetry."
"You like the Romantics?" he asked.
"They're my favorites," I said, flipping through a book.
"You can borrow them anytime you want," he said.
"I also like to write poems," I continued.
"I'd love to read some," he said, "And don't worry, I
won't grade them."
I laughed and helped him unpack until it was time for me
to go home.
The next few weeks were great. In class I hung on every
word Mr. Cooper spoke and afterschool I helped Tom
unpack and organize the apartment. We talked constantly
and I was completely surprised we had so much in common.
After he was settled in, I continued coming over and
started helping him grade papers and do record keeping.
We talked a lot about poetry and literature. He became
more of a mentor than a teacher. The relationship was
totally professional.
That changed suddenly for me. One night I got up from
bed to use the bathroom. My window overlooked his
bedroom. As I glanced out, I noticed he had forgotten to
close his drapes. He was asleep on his back and the
moonlight illuminated the whole room. Tom was completely
nude. As he lay there, my eyes went right to the area
between his legs. His penis was flaccid but even in that
state, it appeared to be eight-inches long.
I couldn't believe it. I suspected his penis was big
from seeing the outline in his pants but I never figured
it was this large. My hand automatically went down into
my panties and started rubbing my clitoris. I was still
a virgin but all I could think of was how that thing
would feel inside me.
I rubbed and rubbed until my whole body exploded. I knew
right then and there, that Tom would have to be the one
to take my virginity.
***
The next day afterschool I went to Tom's apartment as
usual. I wore the same short skirt and tight tee that he
seemed to like.
"Tom," I said, "I wrote a poem last night. Would you
like to read it?"
"You know I would," he said, as I handed him the paper.
It read:
I am an innocent budding flower.
My petals have never been opened.
I have not been ready,
Until I met you.
Like the sun, you fill me with warmth.
Like the breeze, you chill my stem.
I do not fear the pain.
I do not fear the bleeding of my sap.
Say the word,
And my petals will open for you.
"Wow, that's quite a poem!" Tom said.
"So then will you?" I asked.
"Will I what?" Tom answered.
"Will you, be the one to open my petals?" I said.
"Well if you're talking about what I think you are, the
answer is NO! I am your teacher and you are only
fourteen. That would be wrong on so many levels." he
replied.
"Have you ever had a virgin?" I asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no!" Tom
answered.
"Aren't you curious about what it would be like?" I
asked as I stood up, threw my arms around him, and gave
him a passionate open-mouthed kiss.
Tom didn't have time to react as I pressed my fourteen-
year breasts into his chest. His penis reacted however,
and pressed into my crotch.
I then broke the embrace and left, leaving Tom to ponder
what had just happened.
***
The next day I wore the same outfit to school. It was
very short and tight. When I sat down the skirt rode
well up my thighs. I took a seat in the front row.
Throughout class I crossed and uncrossed my legs. From
his angle I'm sure Tom could see all the way up to the
crotch of my panties. He seemed to be having a bit of
trouble concentrating during the lesson.
On my way out of class I dropped off another poem.
Virginity is a special gift.
One that is as good received, as given.
To receive a memory, one will never forget,
To receive a brief pain, to shape one's character,
To receive pleasure, beyond description,
And to receive the gift of womanhood, finally.
Give me the ultimate gift, and accept my gift to you.
I went to his apartment afterschool to see what he
thought.
"I'm sorry Olivia," he said, "I just don't think we can
do it. You're too young, besides there are risks. You
could get pregnant."
"That's not a problem." I replied. "I've been taking the
pill for a month, ever since I knew you were the one."
"And I really don't think being young is a big problem
now, is it?" I said. "It didn't seem to be a problem
when you were looking up my skirt."
"Well you are very pretty in that outfit," he said.
"I know, and I can see that you find little girls sexy,"
I said, as I walked over and squeezed the growing bulge
in his pants.
"I think we should see if there is anything else you
like before saying no to me." I continued. "See you
tomorrow."
***
The next day after class, I dropped off another poem.
Cheerleader, Beach Beauty, Ballerina.
Everyman's fantasy. Everyman's downfall.
Panty, bikini, leotard.
Which makes you most hard?
Could these be the key?
To have you break me.
I arrived at Tom's apartment hauling my backpack. He was
doing some paperwork. I was determined to lose my
virginity by the end of the evening. The first thing I
did was ask to use the bathroom.
I came out dressed in a cheerleader outfit I had
borrowed from my girlfriend. It consisted of a short
pleated skirt and a tight fitting tube top. I didn't
know any cheers, so I just went over and talked to Tom.
As I sat down, my skirt rode up past my thighs and the
crotch of my white cotton bikini panties stuck out. My
nipples pushed at the tube top.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"Well if you don't want plain old me, maybe you'd rather
have the cheerleader me? Do you like cheerleaders?" I
asked.
"Every man likes cheerleaders," he answered.
"Have you ever sat in the stands and wondered what was
beneath those panties? Have you ever fantasized about
having a cheerleader?" I teased. "Do you think we all
have a reputation of being loose?" I stood up, bent my
knee, and put my leg up on his seat.
I took his hand and put it on my thigh and moved it up
to the crotch of my panties. "I'm not loose, at least
this part of me isn't." I whispered.
Then I moved his hands up to my A-Cup breasts. "Have you
ever wanted to feel a cheerleaders growing breasts?" I
asked. "How about beneath their top?
As he started to reach under the tube top, I backed away
and went back to the bathroom.
Returning a few moments later, I appeared in my favorite
bathing suit. It was a red skimpy bikini. The bottoms
were so small; they barely covered my pubic area. The
top barely covered my A-cup breasts and the nipples
poked through the fabric.
"Have you ever been at the beach and fantasized about
the young teen girls there?" I asked.
"Have you ever compared their cameltoes?" I asked
sitting on the desk and spreading my legs.
"Has your penis ever nearly poked out the bottom of your
trunks, just thinking about them?" I said, reaching out
and rubbing his bulge.
Loosening the strap of my top, I leaned forward. One of
the cups of my bra top lifted up. Have you ever wanted
to suck a fourteen-year olds nipple?" I said, pushing it
into his mouth.
His lips clamped around me, as his hand reached for my
crotch. After letting him rub me down there for a few
minutes, I got up and went back to the bathroom.
This time I returned in a white leotard and white ballet
slippers. The material outlined my pussy quite nicely
and the thin material around my breasts and nipples left
little to the imagination.
Having taken ballet, I knew quite a few moves. I danced
over to Tom on my toes.
"Have you ever stopped at the window of a ballet school
and peered in at the young dancers?" I asked.
"Have you ever wanted to feel the firm butt of a
dancer's body?" I asked, facing backwards, moving
towards him.
He reached out and started massaging my backside.
Turning around, I continued. "Have you ever wanted to
press your chest onto a pair of leotard covered little
girl titties?" I asked, leaning into him. As I did, I
could really feel his penis digging into my crotch.
Pulling away, pointing the toes of my right leg up to
the ceiling, and putting my crotch in his face, I asked,
"Have you ever wanted to know how a fourteen-year old
pussy tasted?"
Tom pulled me forward and placed his mouth on my pussy
over the cloth of my leotard. He licked, pressing the
cloth into my slit and landing at my clitoris on top.
"Okay Mr. Cooper, I mean Tom, I'll ask you once more.
Would you like to deflower a virgin?"
Tom didn't say a word. He didn't have to. He laid me on
his couch, pulled the crotch of my leotard aside, and
started to eat my pussy for all it was worth.
After just ten minutes, I exploded in the biggest orgasm
of my life but I still didn't know what his answer was.
I found out shortly as he reached up and peeled the
leotard completely off. There I lay vulnerable before
him, with the nipples on my breasts as erect as little
erasers.
There I was, a naked fourteen-year old, my long legs
spread open to his grateful gaze. My pussy was almost
bare with no pubic hair at all, like a preteen, yet my
pussy lips were plush and plump like those of a sixteen-
year old.
Tom took a minute to strip. I finally got an up close
look at what I had only seen from afar. His penis, now
erect, was at least ten-winches long and a good two
inches in diameter.
I reached out to feel it. I knew now more than ever, I
wanted this penis inside of me, I wanted this penis to
break my cherry, and I wanted this penis to make me a
woman.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom asked. "It may
hurt."
"Oh I want it to hurt, I want to know I have become a
woman, I want to feel the pain turn into pleasure, I
want us both to remember this forever." I shouted. "TAKE
ME! BREAK ME! MAKE ME!"
Tom centered his penis over my fourteen-year old pussy
and started to push forward. He immediately hit my
hymen. After some gentle rocking back and forth he
pulled all the way out and pushed forward with all of
his strength. I felt a sharp pain and then a burning
sensation as he busted through my barrier. I let out a
scream, both of pain and relief, relief that I was
finally a woman.
As Tom pumped in and out, I sobbed in pain. After a
while "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!" was replaced by, "Oh! Oh!
OOOH!" as the pain turned to pleasure.
The head of his penis was rubbing against every nerve
ending in my vagina. The top of his massive shaft was
hitting my clitoris on every stroke.
I felt my vagina expand and contract in an almost
continuous orgasm. Tom must have had some good stamina,
for he continued to pump in and out, in and out for a
whole half hour.
It was more pleasure than I could have ever imagined.
Finally I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled Tom
in as deep as I could. As I started another orgasm, I
felt his massive penis start to throb and then a hot
wetness swept inside me.
He had cum deep inside my fourteen-year old pussy. We
lay there coupled together until his penis deflated and
popped out. A huge load of waxy semen followed by a
smattering of blood.
"Tom," I whispered, "did you like taking a virgin?"
"Yes, and I'm especially glad that virgin was you," he
answered.
***
The next day, after class, I handed him another poem. It
was short, to the point, and poignant.
Thanks for taking me, breaking me, and making me - a
woman!
We made love almost every day for the whole school year.
At the end of that time he got a job in another city and
I never saw him again.
And as they say - I never forgot my first, especially
since his penis spoiled me forever.
More stories to come...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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