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

He walked along side after school was out ... me with my splendid profile, I thought, and what did I know ... we were teen after all ... each of us at degree of evolution in school ... but I was ahead of the class, in History, too ... but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the son, mostly immature ... admiring me and a few early young lady from afar ... I was golden ... my breasts were easily the dainty at school ... it was a understood thing we all knew ... mine were the best and the others were trying to catch up.

What breasts meant we were n't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. boob were the key to a boy 's heart, and his dick, and being pop and then, each day, schooling was out and we were all on our way home ... one guy sort 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 ... '' Come on ! '' he said and pushed me to the side ... '' Stop, '' I said ... '' Why ? '' `` I do n't have intercourse, just stop ! '' I said.



Well, as guys do, or do n't, he did n't check and pushed me to the face ... down along a side street and then down to the soil ... '' cum on, '' he said ... '' Let me go, '' I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred script ... I did n't know a guy could give so many hands and they were all on me. I said, `` Stop '' 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 curve and human body as they grew ... the folds, tried different brassiere, checked the nipples which were sensitive and reactive ... and here was this guy with one hundred workforce exploring ... it was unlike than self-examination ... my nipples were intemperate before he grabbed ... and I turned at him when he was there ... his mouth on mine ... '' You are a short 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 hands and he let me up and I went home ... pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra shoulder strap ... he had gotten me ... the dickhead ... my face was red, my all body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over ... feeling, exploring -- -two hands, ten fingers -- not the jolty 100 handed boy -- I was still afire with the consequence, nipples tough and sensitive to my touch, my flesh had goose hump but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my short hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my breath, the house silence, the front door two-fold locked. My thigh were so very legato but my hands were setting me on fervency. I could n't keep them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist ... slow movement, squeezing, releasing, my little brim and finger, 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 boob, but he had n't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH ! ..special spot, where my fingerbreadth were probing and stroking ... what if he had done that ... This was too a good deal for me and my legs sprang together, holding my finger's breadth ... too, intense ... too good for words. My legs pushed my finger inside. I opened them again ... cerebration of all this ... his hundred hands had n't gotten at my waist ... he might have made me get ! He could have fucked me ... could deliver ...

I avoided that rude boy after the fourth dimension in the alley. Made sure I got home early for some self-examination. Then one afternoon I stayed late at schooling to see my teacher for a writing valuation ... it was almost benighted outside when our encounter began. I entered the classroom and there he sat ... English was a calibre and writing a chore and a passing grade was barely in passel for me ... I walked to his desk. He looked up, `` Hi ! '' he said. `` I was going over your paper. It needs workplace. '' I nodded ... I mean obviously it needed work ... I was n't a writer ... '' Look here, '' he said and I walked around to his side of the desk. `` Punctuation. '' `` What about it ? '' I asked. He pointed to various spots and I bent over for a closer facial expression and finisher to him ... his pointing arm against my face. 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 hired hand went under my attire, fingerbreadth to my wet quim ... I could n't help squirming ...

It was my favorite dress with plait below the waist ... Just a school clothes but nice. Sexy. `` You 're a aphrodisiacal girl, '' he said. `` You know that, do n't you. '' I just smiled and waited for a hundred script all exploring me. I had the nicest breasts in stratum, I knew that, I wondered if I was first in the stratum between my legs ... it sure felt like I was ... UH ! ... the hands were stroking me now. He yanked down my knickers and I felt cool down and hot at the same time. My legs moved apart. They could n't avail it. He bent me across his waist. `` You 're a sexy, contaminating little girl. '' His run-in were stinging and exciting and he lifted my attire. More handling ... and then a knock on my rear ... '' You should be spanked because you 're grime, '' 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 peg apart, feeling up my thigh and I sat on him ... I leaned my head on his shoulder joint, shivering, not from the coldness ... from the warmth and feeling of his century fingers and my waist moving to get more, experience more, breath more ... I was gulping for air as he said lousy words in my ear ... I was his `` wet puss '' his `` pestiferous cunt '' his `` minuscule tart '' I was a dancer too, my waist dancing on his fingers ... then I said `` plosive speech sound. '' `` full stop. It 's too ... much. '' and he held me there. I did n't finger dirty at all. My piddling organic structure piece clinging to his finger ... resting, relieved, washed and clean is what I felt.

I was on my bed now at home, 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 hands at my waist ... it was so quiet in school ... so serenity. I think he liked my composition technique. I got a passage grade. I learned a kind of lesson. I got to thinking, on many nights, about the two guys. They were both rough, one grabbing, one spanking. Very different but the same result ... they got me going. The merry though was best. The teacher would hit my bottom and then lie his hand on me, moving it around, like soothing the pelt he had hit and then spanking me again, smoothing again. It stung each metre but I forgot about the sting and waited for his soothing touch. Then I was raising my rump, opening to his feeling when the palm of his hand slid on my sass, finger dipping ... I put my hand back ... I was all puffed and wet and the palm of his bridge player made me sway and affect on it ... then he would rest his hand and play with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me come in on his fingers, my bitch in the palm of his hand, my face on his knee. He felt my hot boldness and my respiration on him ... it seemed wish hr but it was minutes and I hoped he would see to it my papers some clock time soon ...

dark after Nox I went to kip with these conflicting pipe dream ... spanking, searching work force, disgusting hands forcing me down ... it all put me to sleep ... after I had thought it all through ... it was the combination of nuisance followed by intense joy ... awaking with the smack, ignited by the fingers probing ... I could almost come just by thinking about it ... of a hundred hands I only needed my finger's breadth .