A `` Great '' Guy ... the son of a bitch Growing up by phyllisroger

He walked along slope after schoolhouse was out ... me with my splendid visibility, I thought, and what did I know ... we were teen after all ... each of us at degree of development in school ... but I was ahead of the class, in History, too ... but you know what I mean. I was the attractive feature of the son, mostly immature ... admiring me and a few other girls from afar ... I was prosperous ... my breasts were easily the nicest at schooltime ... it was a silent affair we all knew ... mine were the salutary and the others were trying to catch up.

What breasts meant we were n't certainly but we were for certain they meant something n.i.c.e. chest were the key to a boy 's heart and soul, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, schooling was out and we were all on our way home ... one guy form 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 ... '' descend on ! '' he said and pushed me to the side ... '' point, '' I said ... '' Why ? '' `` I do n't bonk, just barricade ! '' I said.



Well, as guys 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 ... '' 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 suffer so many hired hand and they were all on me. I said, `` Stop '' again but he did n't.

As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts ... my early on self-examination ... and checked them out without end ... each breaking ball and shape as they grew ... the sheep pen, tried different bandeau, checked the nipples which were sore and responsive ... and here was this guy with one hundred men exploring ... it was dissimilar than self-examination ... my mammilla were heavy before he grabbed ... and I turned at him when he was there ... his sassing on mine ... '' You are a little tantalization, '' 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 men and he let me up and I went dwelling ... pulling my blouse down, my frock up, straightening my bra strap ... he had gotten me ... the bastard ... my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over ... feeling, exploring -- -two hands, ten fingers -- not the rough C handed boy -- I was still aroused with the bit, nipples hard and sensitive to my ghost, my form had goose jut but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my picayune hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my breath, the star sign quiet, the front end threshold treble locked. My thigh were so very smooth out but my paw were setting me on flack. I could n't hold them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist ... dense front, squeezing, releasing, my piffling lip and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, boisterous 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 titty, but he had n't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH ! ..special topographic point, where my finger's breadth were probing and stroking ... what if he had done that ... This was too much for me and my legs sprang together, holding my fingers ... too, vivid ... too ripe for words. My legs pushed my digit inside. I opened them again ... persuasion of all this ... his hundred hands had n't gotten at my waistline ... he might have made me come ! He could possess fucked me ... could induce ...

I avoided that rude boy after the fourth dimension in the bowling alley. Made sure I got home early for some self-examination. Then one afternoon I stayed late at school to see my teacher for a publish rating ... it was almost dour outside when our get together began. I entered the schoolroom and there he sat ... English was a gauge and writing a chore and a exit course 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 work ... I was n't a writer ... '' feeling here, '' he said and I walked around to his face of the desk. `` Punctuation. '' `` What about it ? '' I asked. He pointed to several daub and I bent over for a closemouthed look 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, finger to my wet quim ... I could n't assist squirming ...

It was my favorite garb with pleats below the waist ... Just a schooltime frock 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 helping hand all exploring me. I had the nicest tit in class, I knew that, I wondered if I was first in the class between my legs ... it sure felt like I was ... UH ! ... the hands were stroking me now. He yanked down my knee pants and I felt cool and hot at the Sami time. My pegleg moved apart. They could n't help it. He bent me across his waist. `` You 're a sexy, colly fiddling fille. '' His wrangle were stinging and exciting and he lifted my clothes. More handling ... and then a whack on my bottom ... '' You should be spanked because you 're dirty, '' 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 thigh and I sat on him ... I leaned my head on his shoulder, shivering, not from the common cold ... from the hotness and opinion of his hundred fingers and my waist moving to get more, feel more, breath more ... I was gulping for air as he said dirty countersign in my ear ... I was his `` wet cunt '' his `` colly cunt '' his `` little tart '' I was a dancer too, my waist dancing on his fingers ... then I said `` halt. '' `` Stop. It 's too ... much. '' and he held me there. I did n't feel dirty at all. My little body percentage clinging to his fingerbreadth ... resting, relieved, washed and sporting is what I felt.

I was on my bed now at household, lying back, dreaming, in my dream he was doing the study, 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 custody at my waist ... it was so restrained in school ... so quiet. I think he liked my writing technique. I got a passing degree. I learned a kind of deterrent example. I got to thinking, on many nights, about the two guy cable. They were both rough in, one grabbing, one spanking. Very dissimilar but the same result ... they got me going. The spanking though was best. The instructor would hit my bottom and then lie his paw on me, moving it around, like soothing the cutis 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 rump, opening to his touch when the palm of his hand slid on my lip, fingers dipping ... I put my hand back ... I was all puffed and wet and the palm of his hand made me shake up and move on it ... then he would pillow his mitt and drama with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me come in on his digit, my cunt in the thenar of his hand, my cheek on his human knee. He felt my hot cheek and my ventilation on him ... it seemed like hours but it was instant and I hoped he would check my theme some time soon ...

night after night I went to catch some Z's with these conflicting dreams ... spanking, searching manus, disgusting hands forcing me down ... it all put me to sleep ... after I had thought it all through ... it was the combination of pain in the ass followed by intense pleasure ... awaking with the slap, ignited by the fingers probing ... I could almost come just by thinking about it ... of a hundred hands I only needed my finger .