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

He walked along side after shoal was out ... me with my splendid profile, I thought, and what did I know ... we were adolescent after all ... each of us at stages of development in school ... but I was ahead of the class, in account, 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 lucky ... my bosom were easily the nicest at schooltime ... it was a still thing we all knew ... mine were the salutary and the others were trying to hitch up.

What breasts meant we were n't sure but we were trusted they meant something n.i.c.e. chest were the key to a boy 's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way domicile ... one guy sort of tagged along with me, down the lane, toward my firm ... '' Hey, '' he said to me. `` Hey, back '' I said ... and we walked along. I noticed it was just us two ... '' Come on ! '' he said and pushed me to the side ... '' blockage, '' I said ... '' Why ? '' `` I do n't know, just stop ! '' I said.



well, as guys do, or do n't, he did n't hold back and pushed me to the side ... down along a slope street and then down to the ground ... '' Come on, '' he said ... '' Let me go, '' I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred helping hand ... I did n't lie with a guy could have so many manpower and they were all on me. I said, `` Stop '' again but he did n't.

As I was developing, I naturally admired my breast ... my early introspection ... and checked them out without end ... each breaking ball and shape as they grew ... the fold, tried different bras, checked the nipples which were sensitive and antiphonal ... and here was this guy with one hundred men exploring ... it was different than self-examination ... my mammilla were laborious before he grabbed ... and I turned at him when he was there ... his oral cavity on mine ... '' You are a trivial vexer, '' he said .... '' I 've watched you parading around for us ... '' Maybe I had and he was all over me ... '' arrest this '' I said and sat up and he pushed me down ... '' Let me go, '' I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home ... pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps ... he had gotten me ... the bastard ... my cheek was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in straw man of the mirror and looked myself over ... feeling, exploring -- -two custody, ten fingers -- not the rough hundred handed boy -- I was still aflame with the mo, nipples intemperate and sensitive to my pinch, my flesh had goose bumps but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my lilliputian hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my breather, the theater subdued, the front room access treble locked. My thighs were so very still but my manpower were setting me on fire. I could n't keep them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist ... retard movement, squeezing, releasing, my petty back talk and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, approximate boy, I had escaped in clip ... in sentence for this ! My animal foot were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at my bosom, but he had n't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH ! ..special spot, where my finger were probing and stroking ... what if he had done that ... This was too much for me and my stage sprang together, holding my finger's breadth ... too, intense ... too dear for words. My ramification pushed my digit inside. I opened them again ... thought of all this ... his hundred workforce had n't gotten at my waist ... he might get made me amount ! He could have fucked me ... could have ...

I avoided that rude boy after the clip in the alley. Made trusted I got home early for some self-examination. Then one good afternoon I stayed late at school to see my instructor for a writing rating ... it was almost sinister outside when our meeting began. I entered the schoolroom and there he sat ... English was a bore and writing a chore and a passing grade was barely in sight for me ... I walked to his desk. He looked up, `` Hi ! '' he said. `` I was going over your theme. It needs work. '' I nodded ... I mean obviously it needed employment ... I was n't a author ... '' Look here, '' he said and I walked around to his face of the desk. `` Punctuation. '' `` What about it ? '' I asked. He pointed to several position and I bent over for a closer looking at and closer to him ... his pointing arm against my side of meat. He had a Cologne ... '' What cologne 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 helping hand went under my frock, finger to my wet quim ... I could n't help squirming ...

It was my favorite apparel with pleats below the shank ... Just a shoal dress but skillful. Sexy. `` You 're a aphrodisiac 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 tit in form, I knew that, I wondered if I was first in the year between my legs ... it sure felt like I was ... UH ! ... the handwriting were stroking me now. He yanked down my knickers and I felt coolheaded and hot at the same meter. My branch moved apart. They could n't facilitate it. He bent me across his waist. `` You 're a sexy, dirty petty female child. '' His words were stinging and exciting and he lifted my frock. More handling ... and then a rap on my bum ... '' You should be spanked because you 're dingy, '' he said and he spanked me again ... pushing me against his leg. Now he was massaging my bottom ... 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 heading on his berm, shivering, not from the cold ... from the heat and feelings of his hundred fingers and my waistline moving to get more, feel more, breath more ... I was gulping for air as he said dirty words in my ear ... I was his `` wet slit '' his `` dirty cunt '' his `` little tart '' I was a social dancer too, my waist dancing on his fingers ... then I said `` Stop. '' `` hitch. It 's too ... much. '' and he held me there. I did n't finger dirty at all. My little body parts clinging to his digit ... resting, relieved, washed and blank is what I felt.

I was on my bed now at menage, lying back, dream, in my dream he was doing the piece of work, stroking, petting, just ... AH ! ... just there and I was flexing hard and my head back on his shoulder as he touched and explored, thrilling me and I pulled on his manpower at my waist ... it was so quiet in school ... so still. I think he liked my writing technique. I got a passing mark. I learned a kind of lesson. I got to thinking, on many Night, about the two guys. They were both jolting, one grabbing, one spanking. Very dissimilar but the same resultant ... they got me going. The merry though was best. The teacher would hit my undersurface and then rest his paw on me, moving it around, like soothing the tegument he had hit and then spanking me again, smoothing again. It stung each time but I forgot about the sting and waited for his soothing touch. Then I was raising my posterior, opening to his touch when the palm of his hand slid on my mouth, finger's breadth dipping ... I put my handwriting back ... I was all puffed and wet and the thenar of his hand made me shake and incite on it ... then he would remain his deal and play with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me come on his finger, my bitch in the palm of his hand, my cheek on his knee joint. He felt my hot cheek and my breathing on him ... it seemed like 60 minutes but it was minutes and I hoped he would check my paper some clock time soon ...

dark after night I went to sleep with these conflicting dreams ... spanking, searching hands, disgusting workforce forcing me down ... it all put me to sleep ... after I had thought it all through ... it was the combination of pain in the neck followed by intense delight ... awaking with the smacking, ignited by the fingerbreadth probing ... I could almost come just by thinking about it ... of a hundred work force I only needed my fingers .