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A Girl's Point of View
by RavensNest (address withheld)
Quick edit by AB-2008

***

A young girl discovers her sexuality, then moves on to 
learn from her older brother and finally a teacher at 
school. (mm/f, teens, inc, M/f-teen, ped, 1st, mast, 
oral)

***

My name is Laura. I've always been a sexual person, 
even as a little girl I can remember rubbing up against 
things for the tingly feeling it gave me. When I was 
about 11 or 12 I realized that I could get even more 
tingly feelings if I used my hand on myself. I hadn't 
had any orgasms or anything like that, just that warm 
friendly feeling you get as the sexual tension builds. 
I had no idea that there was a payoff at the end, I 
thought the general good feelings were an end in 
themselves. 

About the time I was 13 my body began to "bloom" as my 
mother put it. At first, the only difference I noticed 
were that my nipples had gotten larger and my chest 
began to swell out a little where my breasts would 
develop. One day, before my mother bought me my first 
bra, as I was getting undressed for bed I noticed that 
when I pulled my t-shirt off, the feel of the fabric 
running over my nipples was very interesting. I paused 
a moment to consider this and ran the shirt over my 
chest again. Hmmm, a very interesting feeling indeed! 

I began to rub my shirt slowly back and forth over my 
chest and a funny thing happened. My nipples had sprung 
out from my little puffy titties like pencil erasers! I 
stopped what I was doing and looked down at my breasts 
with a whole new interest. I went and stood in front of 
my dresser where I could see myself in the mirror and 
pushed at one of my breasts with a finger. I noticed 
how the soft swelling of my tit had gotten larger in 
the past couple of months. They still weren't large 
enough to fill my hand, but they were getting there. 

My nipples were now about the size of a quarter and the 
center bud poked out about a 1/4 inch. Especially now 
that I had excited them. I rubbed at my nipples again, 
this time with the palm of my hands and groped at 
myself in growing interest. On impulse, I flicked my 
thumbs across my nipples and was rewarded by an 
answering hot flash down in my stomach. Now this was 
getting better and better. I quickly finished getting 
ready for bed and turned off the light and lay down. 

As soon as I was in bed, I moved my left hand up to 
caress my boobies and pinch lightly at my nipples and 
slid my right hand down to my snatch and began to run 
my finger up and down like I always did. I did this for 
about a half hour, until I dozed off to sweet dreams. 
Like I said, I had no idea that orgasms existed. Yet. 

A couple of months after discovering that my breasts 
could be used in my little night time play, I had my 
first orgasm. My tits had swelled and grown, until 
about six months after my 13th birthday, they were now 
about the size of my fists. The larger they got, the 
more sensitive my nipples became until they were almost 
as big a part of my masturbating as my cunny. I would 
often fondle myself while I was doing something else, 
like I would be brushing my hair with one hand and 
feeling my tit with the other. Or I would be lying in 
bed studying and have my hand underneath me playing 
with my crotch. 

One day I was brushing my teeth with an electric 
toothbrush, when the buzzing, vibrating handle gave me 
an idea. I slid my left hand inside my pajama top and 
began to rub at my tits and slid the handle of the 
toothbrush down inside my panties. When the vibrating 
handle made contact with my clitoris things just 
exploded! I stopped in shock for a moment. Then I 
quickly stripped off my clothes and looking down at my 
cunny, I gently spread myself open with my fingers. 

Looking closely I noticed a little button of flesh at 
the top of my crease. "What the heck is that?" I 
wondered. I poked a fingertip at it and gloriosky! It 
felt good. I remembered that lately, when I played with 
myself that it felt better up near the top of the slit. 
Could this little button be the reason? I rubbed my 
finger up and down my slit and recognized my old friend 
the warm fuzzy feeling. As I moved my finger up to the 
little button it felt even better! 

I started to coordinate my groping my boobies with 
sliding my finger on my button. It started to feel 
REALLY good. This time the nice burning feeling kept 
getting more and more intense. Then I remembered the 
toothbrush and turned it on again and placed the base 
against my little cunny button. I suddenly got 
lightheaded as my very first orgasm swept over me. My 
knees buckled and I fell to the floor, the toothbrush 
rolling across the floor and stopped, buzzing like an 
angry bee against the bathtub. 

My mother knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I 
was ok. I told her I was fine, that I just slipped on a 
wet spot on the floor. I reached over and shut off the 
toothbrush and lay on the floor basking in the after 
glow thinking that the toothbrush was my new best 
friend. I realized that the buzzing of the toothbrush 
coming from my bedroom might bring my parents to 
investigate, so I left it in the bathroom. As soon as I 
could get into bed, I started to masturbate. 

Almost immediately the nice warm feeling returned, only 
this time, as I paid more attention to my cunny button, 
the feeling kept building and building until, with a 
gasp, I reached orgasm again! I found myself thrusting 
my pelvis completely off of the bed as I quivered in 
delight. As I dozed off to sleep I wondered if anyone 
else had ever discovered this way cool stuff.

A couple months later, I was a pro at masturbation. I 
diddled myself almost every morning and evening when I 
brushed my teeth. I would finger myself to the big O 
just about every night in bed, too. One day, I was out 
in the tree house, thinking about getting myself off 
again, when my next door neighbor, Billy, who was also 
13 came climbing up. Billy and I had grown up together 
and played together a lot. Lately, Billy had started to 
show more interest in my body than he had previously. 
Billy stuck his head up through the trapdoor and said, 
"Hi slug." 

"Hi yourself," I told him. 

Billy climbed on up and shut the trap door. "Want to 
see something cool?" he asked and pulled a magazine out 
of his back pocket. He told me he had snuck it out of 
his big brothers room and it had naked people in it. We 
both sat down cross-legged on the floor of the tree 
house and Billy opened up the magazine and we began to 
look at the pictures. 

The first section had pictures of women with these 
absolutely huge tits. Billy seemed real interested in 
them. I thought they seemed kind of cow like. The next 
section had pictures of a man and woman together. I 
looked at my first view of the naked male organ. The 
man's penis was about four inches long and hung limply 
down his leg. "Do they all look like that?" I asked, 
pointing to the man's dick. 

Billy mumbled, "Yeah, I guess so." 

I made a noise and said, "It's kind of ugly." 

Billy turned the page and the woman was on her knees 
next to the man and touching his thing while moving her 
head toward it with her mouth open. "What's she gonna 
do?" I asked Billy. 

"You'll see," he told me. Turning the page I saw that 
the woman had put her mouth around the man's thingy and 
had her eyes closed like she liked it. The man seemed 
to like it, too. The next picture showed a close up of 
the woman sucking on the man's penis and it had grown 
huge! Before it was small and loose, now it was big and 
standing straight up! It was so much bigger that she 
could have put both hands around it and the tip would 
have still stuck out. 

In the next picture the couple had moved around so that 
the man could lick at the woman's cunny while she 
continued to suck on his thing. Then I saw something 
that finally made sense to me. A close up picture of 
the woman's cunny, with the little button sticking out! 
I hadn't been completely sure until then that other 
women had them. I could see that the man was running 
his tongue over the woman's button. I noticed about 
then that Billy was squirming around as if he was 
uncomfortable, and that his crotch was all swollen. I 
looked back at the pictures and then back at Billy. I 
wondered if his thingy was getting bigger? 

Then I had another revelation. Maybe boys played with 
themselves, too! 

"Uh, Billy, do you ever, you know, touch yourself?" I 
asked kind of slowly. 

"Yeah, sometimes," he admitted. 

I looked from the picture to him again and asked, "Does 
yours look like that?" 

Billy turned kind of red and said, "Yeah I guess, 
pretty much, it's not that big, though." 

We kept turning pages and looking at the pictures and I 
told Billy, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." 

Billy agreed and I told him to show me his first. He 
stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to 
about his knees. As he did so, his cock sprung out from 
his body, about six inches long, maybe two inches 
across, and pointing straight at the ceiling. I thought 
it looked a lot cooler in person than it did in the 
picture. "How do you pee with it pointing up like 
that?" 

He said, "Most of the time it isn't stiff like this, it 
only points up when I get... you know, excited." I 
remembered how the man in the picture started out and 
nodded my understanding. 

"Can I touch it?" I asked. 

"Yea, sure," he quickly replied. 

I reached out and poked it with a finger and watched it 
twitch a little. Then I ran a finger up and down the 
length of it and was kind of surprised to find out it 
was really smooth and silky feeling. Billy said I had 
to show him mine now. I stood up and pulled off my 
shorts and panties. Billy started to lean over and look 
at my cunny, but he tripped on his pants and fell. 

We both laughed as he pulled his pants off the rest of 
the way, then took off his shirt, too. "Let me see your 
boobies, too," he said. I pulled my t-shirt over my 
head and then undid the front clasp of my bra and threw 
it onto the pile of clothes we had on the floor of the 
tree house. 

Billy's eyes got real big when he saw my titties and 
his penis jerked and got even bigger and started to 
turn red. "Can I touch them?" he asked me. We knelt 
down on the floor, facing each other and he reached out 
and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it a little and 
running his palm around my hard nipple. I let out a 
little gasp of surprise at the different way it felt 
when somebody else touched you. Billy slid his hand 
down my stomach toward my cunny and I raised myself up 
on my knees so that he could get to it better. He slid 
his finger up and down my slit and I closed my eyes in 
anticipation of a quick orgasm. 

Billy didn't know the right places to hit, though, and 
kept trying to stick his finger up inside me, which 
hurt a little. I remembered the pictures and told him 
he should lick me on my button like the man in the 
picture did. I lay down on my back and spread my knees 
apart to let him see where everything was. Billy 
studied the picture for a moment, then put his face 
down by my cunny and OH MY GOD HIS TONGUE FOUND MY 
BUTTON!!!! 

Billy licked at my button kind of like an ice-cream 
cone at first, then he started to just flick his tongue 
up and down over it. My joy button began to get harder 
and come out of its little hiding place until Billy got 
his lips around it and started to suck on it. I started 
to cum and grabbed the back of Billy's head with both 
hands and clamped my thighs tightly around the sides as 
I pushed my cunny up into his face. I finally heard him 
shouting that he couldn't breathe and let him go with a 
sigh. 

I told him, "Thanks, Billy, that felt really good." 

He pointed to the picture of the woman sucking on the 
man's thing and said it was my turn to make him feel 
good. I figured one good turn deserved another so I 
agreed and told him to lie down. Billy showed me how to 
move my hand up and down the shaft in a way he liked it 
and I bent and took his dick in my mouth. At first I 
licked up and down the mushroom-like head, then I began 
to move my head up and down so that my tongue and mouth 
were moving on him like my hand was. 

Billy was moaning a lot now and saying encouraging 
things to keep me going. Then I felt him stiffen 
suddenly and his penis jerked and a big glop of bleach 
tasting stuff shot out into my mouth. I pulled away 
from him and started to ask what the hell that was, 
when he shot another wad out onto my face. "Ack!" I 
yelled, "Gross, what the heck is that stuff." 

Billy's thing continued to shoot big globs of this 
white, pearly looking stuff out all over his chest and 
stomach. Until after awhile it stopped and just lay 
there with more white stuff slowly leaking out of it. 

"That's what happens when a boy cums," he explained. 

"That is the grossest stuff I've ever seen," I told 
him, "and it tastes terrible!" I continued to spit 
stuff out and wipe at the stuff on my face. It felt 
really slick and slimy and smelled like bleach. "You 
could have warned me, you know," I bitched at him. 

"Well, you tried to suffocate me," he bitched back. 
Then we both started to laugh and he helped me clean 
up. About then, we heard his mom calling him so we got 
dressed and he ran home. 

After he left, I noticed that the magazine was still 
there. As I sat down to look at the rest of the 
pictures I got another shock on top of all the other 
ones I had received that day. There in living color 
were pictures of a man and woman where the man actual 
stuck his penis up inside the woman's cunny! I had 
never conceived of such a thing and hadn't realized 
that anything could actually fit inside me. The woman 
in the picture looked like she was having a good time, 
though, so I figured I'd try to put something inside me 
tonight and see what happened.

**

That night, after I got in bed, I started out my sex 
play in the usual manner. That is, I was playing with 
my titties with one hand while rubbing a finger up and 
down my slit with the other hand. After I could feel 
that my orgasm was starting to build, I reached under 
my pillow to where I had hidden my hairbrush. This 
brush had a round handle that was about four inches 
long and about one inch across. Holding the brush by 
the bristly part, I began to rub the handle up and down 
my slit. As soon as the handle was all slick with my 
juices, I placed the end of the handle up to my cunny 
lips and slowly started to push it in. I

 could feel a very interesting feeling as the handle 
parted the lips and I probed gently at my snatch. 
Through experimentation, I found that, depending on the 
angle, I could get the handle up inside me two or three 
inches, then I hit some kind of barrier that hurt if I 
tried to go any further. I discovered that the best 
feelings came when I used the brush at a low angle and 
used the finger of my free hand to rub at my cunny 
button at the same time. 

Before the week was out I was having the most 
incredible orgasms. I had to keep reminding myself to 
keep quiet so that my parents wouldn't come to 
investigate what all the moaning and squealing was 
about. Every time we got together to play, Billy now 
wanted me to give him a blowjob. I didn't do it every 
time, but two to three times a week, I would suck him 
off. Of course, now I made him warn me so I wouldn't 
get caught by surprise again when he came. I also made 
sure that he used his tongue to get me off on those 
occasions, too. 

One day, not long before my 14th birthday, Billy asked 
if he could put his dink inside my cunny. I told him 
that it wouldn't go in all the way, but if he was 
careful we could try it. At first, we tried it with me 
laying on my back and Billy on top of me. We got his 
thing inside me ok, and he said it felt great, but he 
kept slamming into that thing that hurt, so I made him 
stop. Billy was really frustrated and his dick was 
jerking all on its own as if it were pissed off at me. 
I told him to lie on his back and I straddled him. 

I took hold of his thing and guided the end of it to my 
cunny where I rubbed it against my slit. Billy groaned 
and tried to push into me again. I told him to lie 
still and let me do everything, or he could just forget 
about it. He whined and let me take over. After rubbing 
the head of it around a little, I found the entrance to 
my cunny and eased down onto him a little. 

When I got to the place where the blockage was, I 
stopped. His dink was much thicker than the hair brush 
handle and it felt good to be stretched out a little 
like that. I let go of his shaft and placing my hands 
on his chest I began to raise myself up and down on him 
using my thighs for lift. In addition to moving up and 
down on him like that, I also swiveled my hips forward 
and backwards which gave me the delicious sensation of 
feeling his thing rub up against my cunny button. 

I started to feel the wonderful warm feelings start to 
build and started to quicken my movements. However, way 
before I could cum, Billy let out a groan and grabbed 
at my waist and tried to shove his thing further up 
into me. At the same time I could feel his thing 
jerking and I realized that he was cumming already. I 
gave a groan of frustration and slipped off of him and 
his jizz continued to splatter all over his chest. I 
told him that it wasn't fair, that I hadn't cum yet. 
Billy said he was sorry, but he had to get home for 
dinner and left me up in the tree house, all frustrated 
and alone. Boy was I pissed. I thought about 
masturbating then, but my mom started calling me to 
come in for dinner, too.

I sat though dinner, squirming in my seat, until my mom 
asked me what the problem was. I just told her I had an 
itch and she glanced around the table at my brother and 
father, then let it go at that. Later, as I was getting 
ready for bed, she knocked on my door and came in and 
sat down on the edge of my bed. "Now that we're alone, 
why don't you tell me what the problem was at dinner," 
my mom told me. I told her that I just had an itch in 
my crotch and couldn't very well scratch there during 
dinner. My mom kept asking me questions and getting 
more info on what type of itch, where exactly it was 
and stuff like that. 

Finally, she just nodded her head and told me that I 
was maturing into a young woman and that these feelings 
were natural and then she went on to explain about boys 
and that a young girl had to be careful not to get 
pregnant. She said that she hoped that I wouldn't start 
having sex for awhile, but she told me that if I did 
start "doing it" I should go see our family doctor and 
he would put me on the pill. I told her that I wasn't 
doing anything yet, but would take her advice if things 
ever changed. This seemed to make her happy and she 
left the room. 

After she had been gone awhile, I was laying in bed, 
trying to get myself off and relieve the frustration 
that Billy had left me with, when there was a soft 
knocking at my door. I ignored it and kept fingering 
myself. Soon the door opened and someone came in and 
quietly closed the door behind them. I froze and acted 
like I was asleep. Whoever it was walked over and sat 
quietly on the edge of my bed. "Laura," my 16 year old 
brother David whispered, "Are you awake?" I just wanted 
to finish masturbating so I could get some relief and 
then go to sleep, so I just lay there and pretended I 
was sleeping, hoping he would go away. "I heard you 
talking to Mom earlier, and I just wanted you to know 
that I was willing to help you out with your itch if 
you wanted..." David continued on in a low voice. 

When I didn't respond, he sighed and started to leave, 
then seemed to change his mind. Dave reached out and 
slowly pulled the blanket down to my waist. I wondered 
what was going on here, but since I was acting like I 
was asleep, I couldn't just ask him. The next thing he 
did was very gently and slowly started to unbutton my 
pajama top. I lay still and breathed regularly, peeking 
at him through slitted eyelids. 

When he had all of the buttons undone, he paused for a 
second, then carefully pulled aside my top, exposing my 
breasts. My nipples, which had just begun to relax, 
instantly sprung to attention. I could hear my brother 
let out a low moan as he looked at me, then he reached 
out and gently cupped one breast, slowly squeezing it 
and rubbing his palm across my nipple. I couldn't help 
myself and let out a low groan and wriggled a little. 
Dave jumped up and was half way across the room before 
he paused. 

When I didn't move again, he came back and sat on the 
bed again. When he began to play with my titties again, 
I made a point of lying very still so as not to scare 
him away again. After he had felt my boobs for about 
five minutes, he stopped, got up from the bed and 
pulled the blanket down to my ankles. He then unsnapped 
the two buttons of the fly to my pajama bottoms (at the 
time I wore boys pajamas) and laying the flaps aside 
began to lightly stroke his finger up and down my cunny 
slit. 

Dave sat back on the bed and while continuing to finger 
my slit, he pulled his thing out of his own pj's and 
started to stroke himself. After a minute or so, he 
leaned over and took one of my nipples between his lips 
and started to suck on it. I couldn't help but start to 
wriggle around, but when he raised his head from my tit 
and asked, "Are you awake, Laura?" I didn't answer. My 
brother then halfway lay on the bed and placed his face 
between my legs and began to eat me out. 

"Now this is more like it!" I said to myself. 

He was doing a pretty good job of licking my cunny and 
stroking himself off at the same time. Then he found my 
cunny button and latched on to it like there was no 
tomorrow. I let out a moan and turned my head. There in 
front of me was the head of his dink as he stroked 
himself off. I leaned over just a bit and placed my 
lips around the head and began to swirl my tongue 
around it. Dave let out a long moan and moved his hand 
from his dink to the side of my face. I reached over 
and placed my hand on his shaft and began to stroke him 
and bob my head up and down at the same time. 

Dave was now licking and sucking at my joy button like 
crazy and I could feel my orgasm rise up out of my 
belly and wash over my whole body as I started to spas 
and quiver. Davey came shortly after I did, squirting a 
big glop down my throat. I swallowed it automatically, 
then he was shooting stream after stream down my throat 
and into my mouth. His cum didn't taste as bad as 
Billy's had, so I was able to keep it in my mouth long 
enough to swallow it.

 As his thing stopped jerking, I gave it another suck 
and managed to pull some more jizz out of it like 
sucking a thick shake up a straw. Dave rolled off of 
the bed and pushed his thing back into his pajamas. 
"That was really great, Laura," he whispered. I didn't 
answer him and continued to fake it like I was 
sleeping. Dave chuckled to himself, refastened my 
clothes, covered me back up, and quietly left my room. 
Finally satisfied after an afternoon of frustration, I 
slept like a baby.

The next day, Billy tried to get me up to the tree 
house again. I told him that since he only cared for 
getting himself off, he didn't need me. I gave him the 
same answer three days in a row and he began to get the 
hint and left me alone. Then on Friday night I was in 
bed just drifting off to sleep after frigging myself to 
oblivion, when I heard my bedroom door open and close, 
then soft footsteps make their way to my bed. Dave 
asked if I was awake and I pretended to be asleep 
again, not wanting to scare him off. 

When he pulled the blanket down, he let out a little 
disappointed noise when he saw I was on my stomach. He 
continued to pull the blanket all the way down, however 
and discovered that I wasn't wearing any panties. He 
softly crawled up on the bed with me and, gently 
spreading my legs, began to finger my cunny again. 
Since I had just finished doing the same thing myself, 
I was already pretty wet, which must have given him a 
little surprise. Davey found my little button right 
away and began to work on it. I was just on the verge 
of cumming again, when he stopped and got up off the 
bed. 

I watched out of the corner of my eye as he pulled his 
pj bottoms off and felt him crawl up on the bed and 
kneel between my legs. As I watched he pulled a foil 
packet out of the pocket of his pajama top and opened 
it. Davey then took this thing out of the packet and, 
setting it on the top of his dink, proceeded to roll it 
down over himself so that he was completely covered 
with it. "That must be a rubber!" I said to myself. 

Next he grabbed hold of the shaft and, leaning forward, 
placed the head of his thing against my pussy lips. 
Since I was already slick from playing with myself and 
then him fingering me, and since the rubber seemed to 
be coated with some kind of lubricant, my brother was 
able to easily start to enter me. This felt pretty good 
until he reached the blockage and I couldn't help but 
let out a small yelp of pain. I was beginning to wonder 
if I should "wake up" so I could stop him and let me be 
on top which had worked ok with Billy. 

Then Davey began to use short little thrusts, barely 
entering me just enough to provide me with a delicious 
little friction. Occasionally he would push a little 
too far and bang up against my cherry and I would let 
out a little yip, which would cause my brother to slow 
down and take it easy for a minute or so. After a bit I 
began to feel my orgasm beginning to build. As the 
feeling got more and more intense, 

I started to lift my ass up in the air to give my 
brother a better angle into me. Soon I was swiveling my 
hips to match his movements and then I began to cum. As 
I moved my hips quickly in a rocking motion, I couldn't 
help myself and pushed my ass up towards him. He must 
have been close to coming, too, because he thrust down 
to meet me as I pushed up and the next thing I knew his 
stomach had slapped against my ass as his shaft buried 
itself all the way into my grasping cunny! I could feel 
his dink twitching and jerking inside me as my brother 
stiffened up and let out a loud groan as he came. 

As I ground my ass into his crotch, I looked over my 
shoulder at him and said, "Thanks for getting that damn 
cherry out of my way." 

"You don't mind?" he asked a little incredulously. 

"Mind? Heck no," I whispered. Then I began to move 
against him again and could feel his erection, which 
had begun to shrink, start to harden again. "Let's do 
it again now that you're all the way in me!" 

Davey began to thrust at me again, but I told him to 
ease up a second, then I grabbed a pillow and put it 
under my stomach, which hiked my ass and cunny higher 
up into the air. Then my brother realized that since I 
was a willing partner, he didn't have to be quiet or 
gentle anymore and proceeded to fuck me hard and fast. 
I could feel his thing filling me up and his balls were 
slapping me in the cunny as he thrust deep inside me.

I reached down between us and managed to get me hand to 
my joy button and rubbed at it while he dicked me from 
behind. It was only a minute or so later that we both 
came again, this time pretty hard as we shoved against 
each other, trying to get him as deep inside me as we 
could. After we had recovered from our orgasms, he 
pulled out of me and I lay on the bed, totally 
satisfied for a change, and watched as he peeled the 
rubber off of his rapidly shrinking dick. Davey held it 
up and said, "I don't think I've ever cum that much in 
my life." 

I could see that the end of the rubber was bulging with 
his cum. "It's probably a good thing you didn't shoot 
all that inside me or I might have gotten pregnant!" I 
told him. We talked about it for awhile and agreed that 
we would do this again, but never without protection. 
Then he went back to his room and I drifted off to 
sleep, thinking about what other conquests I could make 
now that my cherry was gone. 

After losing my virginity I became an incredible prick-
tease. I have to apologize to any of the boys or men 
that I drove crazy, but I couldn't help it. I would 
make it a point to wear my blouses open a bit to show 
some cleavage. When I bent over to pick something up 
off of the floor, I always bent at the waist to show 
off my legs and ass. It's not that I didn't let any of 
them have me, it's just that I was ALWAYS putting out 
the bait, and then I would decide which ones to keep 
and which ones I would toss back. 

After having a couple of boys my age (usually 
disappointingly quick) and letting my brother do me 
about every other week or so, I tried some of the older 
boys in school. Most of them were only interested in 
getting inside me, coming quickly and then leaving. 
Creeps. That was when I figured out I had to be more 
selective. I set my sights on my science teacher, Mr. 
Grant. He was older (I think in his mid-thirties) so I 
figured he should know what he was doing, and I hoped 
maybe he could last a little longer in the saddle, so 
to speak. Every time I was around him, I would put on a 
show and hope that he noticed. 

One day, when the class was doing a lab experiment, 
when he got to my station to check my work I asked him 
several questions to get him to stay around me. When he 
stood behind me to check my work, I made a point of 
pushing my ass back against his crotch. I could feel 
his cock begin to twitch and harden before he made a 
noise in his throat and returned to his desk where he 
seemed to fidget a lot. From that day on I teased him 
every chance I got. 

When I talked to him I made sure that I would brush my 
breasts against his arm, or if I was behind him at his 
desk, I would lean over him, mashing my tits into his 
back, or even better into the back of his neck. Then 
came the day I had an after school conference with Mr. 
Grant. After telling me that my grades were good and 
all, he said that he had to talk to me about something 
personal. 

"I don't know if you realize what you're doing, but a 
young girl, such as yourself, should be very careful 
about the body language she gives off," he told me. 

"What do you mean?" I responded, playing ignorant. 

"Well," he said clearing his throat, "you may not know 
it, but you're a very pretty girl and you have an 
amazing body..." he paused as if realizing what he was 
saying. "Uh, that is, you should try to keep a little 
distance between yourself and the boys and men you may 
talk to," he went on.

I stepped closer to him and placed my hand on his chest 
and looking up into his face I said, "Do you mean like 
this?" 

He stepped back a bit as he mumbled, "Yes, that's it 
exactly," then he bumped into his chair and sat down 
suddenly. I stepped forward as he fell back onto his 
chair and his face was now even with my breasts. I 
grabbed at him as if to help keep him from falling and 
the next thing he new his face was buried into my 
chest. I entwined my hands into his hair and rubbed my 
tits against his face. "Oh, Mr. Grant!" I exclaimed. 

He tried to say something but his voice was all muffled 
and when he put his hands up to push me away, I grabbed 
his wrists and guided them to my chest. Mr. Grant froze 
as he realized that he was groping my 14 year old 
titties. 

"Oh god!" he groaned a little, his eyes fixated on my 
chest. I could feel my nipples hardening and I'm sure 
he could too. I threw my head back and moved his hands 
around, rubbing at my tits and trying to give him the 
idea. "Oh, Laura, you don't know what you're doing to 
me, this has to stop," he moaned.

I looked down at the rapidly growing bulge in his pants 
and reaching down to grasp it with my hand, "I know 
exactly what I'm doing. Would you like me to show you?" 

He closed his eyes and whispered, "Yes, show me what 
you know." 

I dropped down to my knees in between his legs and 
proceeded to open up his pants and free his thing from 
his pants. It was huge compared to the boy's I'd seen 
before. This was no dink, it was a cock! It burst free 
of his underpants as if it had a life of its own. His 
cock was eight or nine inches long and about two and a 
half inches across. My fist wouldn't fit all the way 
around it as I began to stroke him. The head was large 
and mushroom shaped and was beginning to turn purple as 
I lowered my head into his lap and took him into my 
mouth. 

Mr. Grant let out a long sigh as I tongued his cock and 
began to slide my mouth up and down on his shaft. I 
couldn't come close to getting all of it in, but 
between my mouth and my stroking hand, I had him pretty 
well covered. He kept mumbling things like, "Oh god 
Laura, you don't know how that feels!" and "Suck on me 
you sweet little thing!" and stuff like that. 

As he began to thrust his hips to match my motions, he 
said, "Grab my balls, tug on the sack!" So I used my 
other hand to do that to him, too. Soon, he started to 
grunt in time to his thrusting which became quicker and 
more violent, until he gave out a louder grunt and 
started to shoot his cum into my mouth. 

I handled the first squirt ok, but the second glop was 
huge! I managed to gulp it down when the third and 
fourth and fifth shot out, each one more than the one 
before it. Jizz was leaking out around the seal my lips 
had on his cockhead, so I pulled away from him. Mr. 
Grant looked down at me and saw his cum escaping from 
my mouth as I tried to swallow what he had already shot 
out and he gave another grunt and started to shoot off 
again, this time all over my face and onto my sweater. 

When he finally stopped spewing, he led me to the 
teacher's bathroom and helped me to clean up. He was 
mumbling something about not being able to thank me, 
when I told him that it was my turn now. He asked what 
I meant by that and I told him that I expected him to 
eat me out now and then if he wanted to he could fuck 
me. Mr. Grant got kind of weak in the knees for a 
moment, then he took me into the teachers lounge and 
sat me on the couch, told me to remove my panties and 
hike up my skirt. 

After I did these things, he went to his knees and 
began to lick my cunny like a starving man. Mr. Grant 
was an expert at licking pussy and he soon had me 
writhing in ecstasy on the couch. Pretty soon I had my 
legs over his shoulders and hanging down his back as he 
buried his face in my crotch. When his hands moved up 
under my sweater and pushed my bra up over my titties, 
I groaned with delight and wiggled even more. 

I was soon gasping for breath and thrusting my hot 
little pussy onto his tongue. As soon as I started to 
cum, Mr. Grant immediately stopped what he was doing 
and as I started to complain that I wanted him to keep 
going, he threw himself on top of me and I felt his 
stiff pole poking at my twitching pussy lips. He soon 
found the entrance to my honey hole and shoved his rod 
all the way up inside me. I gasped as I felt the head 
of his cock planted up against the back wall of my 
vagina. Mr. Grant put his hands under my ass and went 
into full gear right off the bat, fucking me hard and 
fast. 

The orgasm that was just starting from his tongue job 
exploded inside me as I began to cum in wave after 
wave. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, 
Mr. Grant said he was gonna cum soon and wanted to know 
if I was on the pill. I managed to grunt out that I 
wasn't, and he pulled out of me so fast, my cunt made a 
sucking sound and he began to shoot his wad all over my 
stomach. I couldn't believe he still had that much jizz 
inside him after the blowjob I gave him, but he shot 
quite a bit out before his drooping dick slowed down to 
a trickle. 

He helped me to clean up again and then he got a case 
of the guilties and said that we could never do 
anything like this again. He transferred to another 
school shortly after that and I never saw him again. 
But I was well on the way to collecting cocks and if 
you're lucky maybe I'll tell you about some of my other 
adventures later.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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