A `` Great '' Guy ... the motherfucker 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 point of development in school day ... but I was ahead of the class, in story, too ... but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the male child, mostly immature ... admiring me and a few other girl from afar ... I was lucky ... my knocker were easily the overnice at school ... it was a understood thing we all knew ... mine were the best and the others were trying to take in up.

What breasts meant we were n't indisputable but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy 's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, schoolhouse was out and we were all on our way base ... one guy kind 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 ... '' occur on ! '' he said and pushed me to the side ... '' layover, '' I said ... '' Why ? '' `` I do n't get it on, just stop ! '' I said.



Well, as guy cable do, or do n't, he did n't stop and pushed me to the face ... down along a side 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 hands ... I did n't know a guy could have so many work force and they were all on me. I said, `` stay '' again but he did n't.

As I was developing, I naturally admired my white meat ... my early self-examinations ... and checked them out without end ... each bender and chassis as they grew ... the folds, tried different bras, checked the tit which were tender and responsive ... and here was this guy with one hundred hands exploring ... it was different than self-examination ... my mamilla were heavily before he grabbed ... and I turned at him when he was there ... his mouth on mine ... '' You are a fiddling vamper, '' he said .... '' I 've watched you parading around for us ... '' Maybe I had and he was all over me ... '' kibosh 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 plate ... pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra strap ... he had gotten me ... the son of a bitch ... my side was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over ... opinion, exploring -- -two hands, ten digit -- not the scratchy 100 handed boy -- I was still aflame with the moment, nipples hard and sensible to my soupcon, my flesh had goose bumps but I petted myself down, smoothing my stomach and my slight hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my hint, the theatre smooth, the front door two-fold locked. My second joint were so very tranquil but my hands were setting me on fire. I could n't observe them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist ... deadening movement, squeezing, releasing, my footling lips and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, rough boy, I had escaped in time ... in time for this ! My feet were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at my tit, but he had n't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH ! ..special spot, where my fingers were probing and stroking ... what if he had done that ... This was too a lot for me and my legs sprang together, holding my finger ... too, intense ... too dependable for lyric. My leg pushed my finger inside. I opened them again ... opinion of all this ... his hundred hands had n't gotten at my waist ... he might accept made me follow ! He could have fucked me ... could hold ...

I avoided that rude boy after the meter in the alleyway. Made sure I got home early for some self-examination. Then one afternoon I stayed late at shoal to see my instructor for a writing evaluation ... it was almost dark outside when our merging began. I entered the classroom and there he sat ... English people was a dullard and writing a chore and a passing ground level 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 study. '' I nodded ... I mean obviously it needed work ... I was n't a author ... '' Look here, '' he said and I walked around to his side of the desk. `` punctuation. '' `` What about it ? '' I asked. He pointed to respective pip and I bent over for a close look 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 dress, finger to my wet quim ... I could n't help squirming ...

It was my favorite dress with pleat below the shank ... 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 one C mitt all exploring me. I had the nicest breasts in course, I knew that, I wondered if I was first in the class between my legs ... it for sure felt like I was ... UH ! ... the hands were stroking me now. He yanked down my bloomers and I felt cool and hot at the same time. My leg moved apart. They could n't serve it. He bent me across his waist. `` You 're a sexy, dirty little little girl. '' His words were stinging and exciting and he lifted my dress. More manipulation ... and then a whack on my bottom ... '' You should be spanked because you 're ill-gotten, '' 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 ramification apart, feeling up my thighs and I sat on him ... I leaned my head teacher on his shoulder joint, shivering, not from the cold ... from the heat and feelings of his hundred fingerbreadth and my waist moving to get Sir Thomas More, feel more, breathing time more ... I was gulping for air as he said dirty words in my ear ... I was his `` wet cunt '' his `` begrime snatch '' his `` short cocotte '' I was a dancer too, my waist dancing on his fingers ... then I said `` hitch. '' `` Stop. It 's too ... much. '' and he held me there. I did n't find dirty at all. My little body section clinging to his fingers ... resting, relieved, washed and clean is what I felt.

I was on my bed now at home, lying back, dream, in my aspiration he was doing the work, stroking, petting, just ... AH ! ... just there and I was flexing hard and my forefront back on his articulatio humeri as he touched and explored, thrilling me and I pulled on his work force at my waist ... it was so quiet in school ... so quiet. I think he liked my writing proficiency. I got a loss grade. I learned a form of object lesson. I got to thinking, on many dark, about the two guy wire. They were both boisterous, one grabbing, one spanking. Very different but the Same outcome ... they got me going. The spanking though was best. The teacher would hit my bottom and then roost his mitt on me, moving it around, like soothing the skin 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 mite. Then I was raising my prat, opening to his touch when the palm of his hand slid on my lip, fingers dipping ... I put my paw back ... I was all puffed and wet and the palm of his hand made me shake off and move on it ... then he would rest his hand and turn with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me total on his digit, my twat in the palm of his hand, my impertinence on his knees. He felt my hot buttock and my breathing on him ... it seemed the likes of hours but it was minute and I hoped he would stop my papers some time soon ...

Night after Nox I went to sleep with these conflicting pipe dream ... spanking, searching hands, disgusting manus 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 slap, ignited by the fingerbreadth probing ... I could almost come up just by thinking about it ... of a hundred hired man I only needed my fingers .