A `` Great '' Guy ... the Bastard Growing up by phyllisroger

He walked along face after school was out ... me with my splendid profile, I thought, and what did I know ... we were teenagers after all ... each of us at phase of development in school ... but I was ahead of the class, in chronicle, too ... but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature ... admiring me and a few other girls from afar ... I was golden ... my breasts were easily the courteous at school ... it was a silent thing we all knew ... mine were the honorable and the others were trying to hitch up.

What breasts meant we were n't surely but we were for certain they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy 's heart, and his pecker, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way home ... one guy sorting of tagged along with me, down the lane, toward my house ... '' Hey, '' he said to me. `` Hey, back '' I said ... and we walked along. I noticed it was just us two ... '' issue forth on ! '' he said and pushed me to the incline ... '' Stop, '' I said ... '' Why ? '' `` I do n't know, just stop ! '' I said.



wellspring, as guy do, or do n't, he did n't stop and pushed me to the side ... down along a side street and then down to the ground ... '' cum on, '' he said ... '' Let me go, '' I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands ... I did n't jazz a guy could have got so many hands and they were all on me. I said, `` point '' again but he did n't.

As I was developing, I naturally admired my breast ... my former introspection ... and checked them out without end ... each curved shape and frame as they grew ... the folds, tried different bras, checked the nipple which were sensitive and responsive ... and here was this guy with one hundred script exploring ... it was different than self-examination ... my pap were severely before he grabbed ... and I turned at him when he was there ... his back talk on mine ... '' You are a little tease, '' he said .... '' I 've watched you parading around for us ... '' Maybe I had and he was all over me ... '' Stop this '' I said and sat up and he pushed me down ... '' Let me go, '' I squirmed in his work force and he let me up and I went abode ... pulling my blouse down, my attire up, straightening my bra strap ... he had gotten me ... the shit ... my brass was red, my hale body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over ... feeling, exploring -- -two hands, ten finger's breadth -- not the raspy C handed boy -- I was still aflame with the moment, nipples grueling and sensitive to my signature, my soma had fathead bumps but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my niggling hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my breath, the home quiet, the forepart threshold two-base hit locked. My thigh were so very bland but my manus were setting me on fire. I could n't keep them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my shank ... slow movement, squeezing, releasing, my lilliputian rim and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, rough boy, I had escaped in clock time ... in clip for this ! My substructure were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at my breast, but he had n't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH ! ..special smirch, where my fingers were probing and stroking ... what if he had done that ... This was too much for me and my legs sprang together, holding my digit ... too, vivid ... too good for words. My legs pushed my finger inside. I opened them again ... thought process of all this ... his C hands had n't gotten at my waist ... he might take made me come ! He could suffer fucked me ... could have ...

I avoided that rude boy after the time in the back street. Made sure I got home early for some self-examination. Then one afternoon I stayed late at shoal to see my instructor for a written material evaluation ... it was almost wickedness outside when our get together began. I entered the schoolroom and there he sat ... English was a bore and writing a chore and a passing mark was barely in sight for me ... I walked to his desk. He looked up, `` Hi ! '' he said. `` I was going over your paper. It needs work. '' I nodded ... I mean obviously it needed study ... I was n't a author ... '' aspect here, '' he said and I walked around to his side of the desk. `` punctuation. '' `` What about it ? '' I asked. He pointed to several spots and I bent over for a closer flavour and closer to him ... his pointing arm against my side. He had a cologne ... '' What Koln is that ? '' I asked. `` Hmm ... I do n't know. '' `` I like it. '' He looked up at me and smiled ... staring right at me I smiled back. He kissed me and pulled away but kissed me again. He was n't like the rude boy and I was feeling flushed. His hand went under my garb, fingers to my wet quim ... I could n't help squirming ...

It was my favorite dress with pleat below the waist ... Just a school dress but nice. Sexy. `` You 're a sexy girl, '' he said. `` You know that, do n't you. '' I just smiled and waited for a hundred hands all exploring me. I had the courteous white meat in class, I knew that, I wondered if I was first in the social class between my legs ... it sure felt like I was ... UH ! ... the hand were stroking me now. He yanked down my knickers and I felt cool and hot at the same sentence. My leg moved apart. They could n't assist it. He bent me across his waistline. `` You 're a sexy, dirty minuscule young woman. '' His actor's line were stinging and exciting and he lifted my wearing apparel. More manipulation ... and then a rap on my bottom ... '' You should be spanked because you 're pestiferous, '' he said and he spanked me again ... pushing me against his leg. Now he was massaging my undersurface ... spanking me again as I moved against his hand. `` Sit on me, '' he said, lifting me away from his lap. He pulled my legs apart, feeling up my thighs and I sat on him ... I leaned my school principal on his shoulder, shivering, not from the frigidness ... from the heat and feelings of his hundred fingers and my waist moving to get more, find more, breath more ... I was gulping for air as he said dirty password in my ear ... I was his `` wet snatch '' his `` dirty puss '' his `` little tart '' I was a dancer too, my waistline dancing on his finger's breadth ... then I said `` full point. '' `` full point. It 's too ... much. '' and he held me there. I did n't feel dirty at all. My little body parts clinging to his digit ... resting, relieved, washed and sportsmanlike is what I felt.

I was on my bed now at home, lying back, dreaming, in my dreaming he was doing the work, stroking, petting, just ... AH ! ... just there and I was flexing hard and my header back on his berm as he touched and explored, thrilling me and I pulled on his hands at my waist ... it was so tranquility in schoolhouse ... so unruffled. I think he liked my writing technique. I got a departure grade. I learned a variety of lesson. I got to thinking, on many nights, about the two guys. They were both jolty, one grabbing, one spanking. Very unlike but the Lapplander final result ... they got me going. The rattling though was best. The teacher would hit my bottom and then reside his paw on me, moving it around, like soothing the cutis he had hit and then spanking me again, smoothing again. It stung each prison term but I forgot about the sting and waited for his soothing jot. Then I was raising my can, opening to his signature when the palm of his hand slid on my sassing, fingers dipping ... I put my hand back ... I was all puffed and wet and the palm of his hand made me shake and locomote on it ... then he would rest his deal and play with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me come on his fingers, my cunt in the palm tree of his hand, my buttock on his genu. He felt my hot brass and my ventilation on him ... it seemed same hours but it was bit and I hoped he would check my papers some time soon ...

night after night I went to slumber with these conflicting dreams ... spanking, searching custody, disgusting work force forcing me down ... it all put me to sleep ... after I had thought it all through ... it was the combination of pain followed by intense delight ... awaking with the smacking, ignited by the finger's breadth probing ... I could almost come just by thinking about it ... of a C hands I only needed my fingers .