I was always a sexual girl.
My earliest memory I can remember is playing by myself in the bathtub and sliding underneath the falling water from the spout. I remember thinking how I thought I had discovered some secret sensation and how I wanted it to feel that good every day. I always was more mature than my classmates in school as well. My body seemed to react accordingly. I was taller than all the other girls in my classes and I remember how the boys used to hate me because I was bigger than some of them too. It didn’t stop me from having a playground boyfriend though. Even then I remember how good it felt to kiss him behind the big trees where teachers couldn’t see. How naughty it felt pressing myself against his confused body. Eventually I scared him away when I tried to slip his hand into the waistband of my shorts. My favorite memory, however, wouldn’t be until some years later, and it still warms me to share it…
It was a new year and I wasn’t excited for it. I always dreaded having to study, turn in homework, and write essays. To be honest all I wanted to do was go home, undress, and tease my newly developed body. I remember standing in front of my full length mirror in my room at home and loving that other girls were jealous of my B/C cups. They had gone up a size over the summer and I was even spilling out of my bras I had then. My hips were widening, my long brown hair was full and draped perfectly over my nipples. I was really loving my body, and now, I wanted someone else to love it too. I felt that pull that everyone feels when flooded with hormones. That burning desire to find something that feels right, where no one talks about.
I was sort of awkward around boys but always forward. I was never shy about kissing and slipping away with boys to make out. Though I never had one touch my bare body, I had earned a somewhat unsavory reputation amongst my classmates. So needless to say I wasn’t super excited for my new class with a new teacher.
I walked in with my confidence high but my expectations low. I looked around the room at old boyfriends and jealous rivals finally finding a seat at the front of the class with my good friends as we do. It was the last class of my day and I wasn’t impressed with any of my previous classes yet. Then he walked in. My Language Arts teacher, Mr. Walker, a new hire. I knew the other girls were thinking the same thing I was when the room quieted. He was gorgeous!
Tall, thick brown hair, and warm auburn eyes. His body was fit, and he had stubble that accented his strong jaw perfectly. I instantly sat up in my seat perking my new breasts up instinctively for his attention. Suddenly, I was really excited for school. 😜
Over the next month I would overhear girls talking about how cute they thought he was. My friends would talk about how much they wanted to make out with him, but all I could think about was how rough his hands would feel between my legs. I wondered i he would care that I had a bit of hair where other girls didn’t (at the time). Every time I visited his class I would imagine him doing something to me, I had no Idea what, but I knew I wanted badly to be naked for him.
Finally in the middle of the school year I couldn’t take it anymore. One morning I convinced myself that I was going to flash him. If for no other reason it would make me feel amazing just to be bare and have anyone other than me see.
I prepped myself and had a plan. I was wearing my favorite short skirt that stopped about an inch under my ass (alot more risque than the other girls were wearing). When I was going to my last class of the day I would stop at the bathroom and slip off my panties. Once I was sure he had seen me. I would explain that I had an accident and would say that I had an extra pair of panties. Hopefully getting excused to the bathroom. It was a terrible plan but I was a raging ball of hormones. And after all is said and done, it worked out amazingly.
The time had come, the bell for 7th period rang and my heart was pounding. I almost backed out but my soul pushed me into the girls room fiercely. I picked a stall and slipped off my cotton bikini panties gasping a bit noticing how soaked they were in anticipation of this moment. I stuffed them into my backpack and took a deep breath before stepping out of the stall and into the hallway. I was instantly flooded with sensations and emotions. One, the rush of being naked just out of view of all of my classmates made my stomach jump into my throat. Two, the rush of students and myself scurrying down hallways was causing a naughty breeze to caress my still slick lips under my skirt. Causing me to bite my lip hard and moisten me even more. Finally, my end goal was to have an adult, a real adult, see me naked. My knees barely worked, I was almost hyperventilating, and I could feel the tingling (which I would come to understand as an orgasm)welling up with every step I took towards my class. I stopped just outside of his door and let the bell ring. I couldn’t do it…but it felt so good… I lingered too long and another teacher, Mrs. Bohnert warned me that I should go into the class before she reported me. I scurried into the room and everyone was already sitting seemingly staring at me as if they all knew. I quietly stepped over to my desk and set my backpack down being careful not to bend over. I quickly slid into the desk forgetting how short my skirt was. I let out an audible squeak as the cold seat cupped my wet sex pushing me into a small orgasm. I winced a moment as I heard Mr. Walker ask “are you alright Cassie?”
I snapped back to reality quickly, “y yeah Mr. Walker. J just stubbed my toe.” He and the few people around me accepted my response and Mr. Walker began his lesson. I couldn’t believe it. No one knew. I was careful to keep my legs tightly crossed like a perfect lady. It was about midway through class when Mr. Walker sat at the front of the class while we each took turns reading passages from our books. This was it. This would be my one chance. My best friend behind me was finishing up her paragraph and a huge lump formed in my throat. Butterflies were pounding inside my stomach and again, I could feel the tingling between my legs along with the light sensation of wetness oozing. My cheeks were on fire when he called out my name to read. Almost as if out of my body, I stared forward at him meeting his eyes… and uncrossed my legs… I didn’t smile or frown. I just stared in his eyes, feeling the cool air on my glistening girl parts, knowing he could see me. I was stunned, choked, and utterly overwhelmed. That’s when I noticed his eyes break so slightly from my stare, directly down at my gift to him, and return back to me. I thought for sure this was it. He was going to call my mom and have me expelled from school. My mind was reeling with all of the bad that was about to happen. I re crossed my legs and stuttered looking down trying to find what passage was mine.
“Are you having trouble focusing Cassandra?” I knew I was in trouble, he didn’t use my full name before that. “y yeah.” I stammered and adjusted my hair staring at the pages in front of me. “well then we’ll need to discuss what’s distracting you after class. For now Jeremy, pick up where Amanda left off.” he scoffed lightly as I clutched my hair and closed my eyes. “This is it, it’s going to be over for me” is what kept repeating in my head as I imagined how I would ever explain this to my mom. I dreaded the final bell when it rang, it was a full 20 minutes since I had exposed myself and now I was thinking nothing mattered, my life was over.
I stayed behind and waited for everyone to leave. Mr. Walker staring at me, disappointed, all the while glancing at my crossed legs… He kept glancing. I stared at him as people passing whispered about the trouble they thought I was in. I wondered… Will he look again?… I uncrossed them once more… this time his eyes darted down quickly and lingered for a moment longer before he rolled his eyes and scoffed… Is, is he liking it?
Everyone was gone and it was just him and I sitting across from each other. He looked disappointed as he got up and shut the door. “Cassandra, I’m going to be straight with you… Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” I shrugged averting my eyes. “Did someone take them from you?” I shook my head avoiding eye contact. “Then why?” “because it feels good,” I whispered. “but why did you show me like that if you knew you didn’t have panties on?” he stroked his thick hair as he paced in front of me. “I dunno.” I nervously picked at my fingers. Mr. Walker paced off to his large desk and dropped into the soft chair behind it. “well…"he sighed. “It’s not appropriate for school and especially not appropriate for a girl your age to show adults things like that.” I knew the answer but something compelled me to ask “why though?” I slid out of my desk to stand and faced his direction. “because those are the rules” I noticed his eyes dart to my now covered sex and I felt something compel me towards his direction. “but it feels good to me… Why is feeling good a bad thing?” my feet gently carried me over to the edge of his desk and he answered without looking at me standing over him. “Sometimes it’s just against the law to follow what feels good.” The butterflies returned to my belly in full force as I listened to the whisper telling me to sit on the desk. Mr. Walker sighed as my legs lifted onto the edge of his desk. His eyes stealing glances of my exposed and soaked lips once more. “ Is it against the law when I’m alone at home touching myself then?” I watched him closely for the answer. “Touching yourself isn’t against the law.” he answered frustratedly, staring off at the far corner of his room, ignoring me. “oh, good then” my hand slowly slid over my crotch. Keeping my eyes on him, I noticed now that his khaki pants had a large outline in the front of them. I rubbed my lips feeling how soaked they were and hissed as I teased my opening with my fingertips. “Cassandra, I need you to stop.” He looked at my hand and my sex. Shivers shot from my mound up my spine as I saw his pants move while he stared. “you said it’s not against the law to touch myself ” I whimpered a bit biting my lip. “I It’s still not right.” Mr. Walker swallowed hard. “why? ” I leaned over, “don’t you touch yourself?” I set my hand on his leg and rubbed slowly up until I met the edge of the outline. “th that’s that’s different.” he stuttered “show me.” I stared into his eyes fiercely my mind rushing with thoughts to keep pushing. He paused for a moment as I reached for his belt tugging at it and undoing the clasp. “s stop Cassandra” he feebly tried to pull my hands free but it only quickened my pace. My hand was at the edge of his boxers when his large firm grip squeezed my hand, stopping me. I only looked up at him and smiled as I guided that hand toward the edge of his desk, hissing as his hands (as rough as I imagined) landed on my virgin pussy.
With a scoff and sigh he tried to stare off as I used his hand to stroke my lips gently, while my free hand continued to undress his bottom half. The butterflies were screaming in my stomach but were being drowned out by the welling orgasm burning under my skirt. My hand peeled back the boxers and for the first time, I saw what I would lust for for the rest of my life. His cock (bigger and thicker than average, but then I had no reference) sprang out and immediately stood at attention for me. He tried to pull away but with his hand between my legs and him sitting, I easily grabbed it before he could. It filled my small hand. I couldn’t close my fist around it and it dribbled slick goo as I started to explore its full length. I noticed, and asked if it was the same as mine. Mr. Walker sighed and I noticed him relax as I novicely stroked his privates. “no, that’s a bit of sperm.” He noticed how entranced I was. “when it’s put inside of a girl, it makes babies.” my swollen sex throbbed at the Idea. It felt so wrong, but incredibly right. “it also has a funny salty taste.” Mr. Walker stared as I got closer to him. “really?” I looked at him and instantly slid off of my perch freeing his hand. I knelt down behind the desk face to face with his sex wanting to know what it tasted like. My inexperienced tongue stretched out and I took one long swipe, as I did with lollipops, getting a streak of the sperm lapped up. The taste was definitely salty and musky. Mr. Walker let out a long moan as I did. I looked up at him and smiled as I noticed more sperm gush from the end of his hard penis. I giggled as I lapped again… And again… Like a hungry puppy with an ice cream cone, I licked up the strings of sperm and couldn’t resist teasing my clit hard in the process. “you like it?” he asked. I nodded, but I liked that he liked it more. “sucking it would be easier” I smiled and giggled as I pursed my lips and kissed the head of it. Then… With a pop… sucked what I could of his cock into my mouth, filling it completely. He moaned and rolled his eyes back pressing the back of my head further down the shaft. I struggled and started to panic a bit as I started to choke. This snapped him back to the situation that I was a girl who had never seen a penis, much less swallowed an entire cock before. He released me and I coughed a bit and went back to smiling. “it tastes pretty salty.” I giggle as the naughty thought crossed my mind. “C Cassie, you need to stop.” Mr. Walker pulled away from me slightly still hard and exposed. “I’m sorry was I doing it wrong? Jennifer was telling me that guys liked it when you put your mouth on them and I just thought…” “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just..” *knock knock* The latch to the classroom door opened and the butterflies turned to fear in an instant. I panicked and quietly rolled under Mr. Walkers desk tucking myself as far back into the opening as I could. He quickly followed by rolling himself in front of me. “Steve, David and I are going out to la hacienda tonight for Margheritas, would you and Ana like to join us?” I could see Mrs. Bonhert’s feet stop just a foot away from the front of his desk. U uu yeah yeah, I’ll have to call her and see what she’s doing but I think we can make it?“ Their voices trailed off and I could hear him stutter as I let my hands slowly creep up to his still hard and dribbling cock. What was driving me? I didn’t know and didn’t care, all I knew was that I wanted it closer to me. Wanted to taste it more. I again let my tongue slide over the head of his cock this time letting a spurt shoot into my mouth. I latched on to the end of his manhood and more gingerly massaged the shaft with my full lips. I could hear him struggle to usher Mrs. Bonhert away. “listen, Rhonda, I have a ton…” my lips reached far down his shaft “… Of work I have to finish. I’ll call you and let you know if we can make it.” His rough hand tried to push me away but the smell of my sex on his fingers just made me want more. I continued to stroke him gently paying attention to the parts I couldn’t fit in my mouth, with my tongue. “ if you could shut the door, I don’t like being distracted.” “sure.” Mrs. Bonhert closed the door again and after a moment, after he was sure she was gone he rolled away from me. “Cassandra, what you’re doing is wrong! This is wrong! We could have gotten in so much trouble! I could’ve lost my job, my wife…” I interrupted him “I’m not going to tell anyone.” I wiped my chin crawling out and stood in front of him. “well you can’t!” his face looked worried but again the voice egged me on, called me to go further. “I won’t… And I’ll leave you alone… If you let me feel it.” I bit my lip. “What do you mean?? You felt it pretty good I think.” he scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair again. “I mean I want to rub it a little… On myself” I hiked up my skirt showing myself to him again and his cock jumped with excitement. I smiled. “no, no! Absolutely not!” I walked towards him and slowly straddled him in his chair. “just a little… I whispered into his ear as I reached between us and started stroking his penis against my soaked lips. ” It feels so good… “ I moaned as Mr. Walkers eyes rolled and he softly pleaded ” please Cassandra please stop… “ I lifted my hips and teased the entrance of my sex with the thick, solid head of his. “Please Cassie…” “I want this…” I cut him off. I couldn’t finish my thought or any other thoughts as everything became sensation. I felt the warmth of his slicked cock press at my tight entrance. I gasped hard as my slit fought him against my will and it started to pinch becoming painful. I caught my breath as I thought he had reached the depth of me. “It might not fit ” I smiled and let more of my weight guide me further onto his cock. He moaned and grabbed my hips trying to push my away but I comforted him and pressed myself further down his shaft. I stayed there for what seemed like minutes waiting for my pain to subside. It was more shocking than painful but I took a breath and in one motion, I felt the sharp pain of my womanhood being given and the fullness of his cock spread me apart. I slowly rose off of him slowly and I winced an whimpered into his into my bit lip as I felt his bulbous head at my entrance again. “Just relax…” I whispered as he shuttered and began to slide his length further and more slowly this time into me. Was this sex? This had to be sex! This had to be what my friends whispered about. What the boys laughed about. What adults wouldn’t mention. It had to be. The pain was nearly gone as I again rose off of him and pushed him into me. By the 4th stroke it was gone and replaced by a more familiar sensation. Though now, it was coming from deeper inside of me. This had to be sex. I felt so full, so complete with every stroke I took. Slowly I was building speed. “Mmmm mmmmfff mmmmmmmmfff…” I was speeding up to match the tingling coming deep inside of me. I gripped the arm of his chair hard reaching under my shirt and pulled at my tits underneath my bra. He couldn’t move. I was giving myself up, using him, and it felt… Right. I never wanted it to end… Faster, and faster I fucked him. Until I could hear and feel his tightening balls slap against my ass, teasimg my clit with a free hand. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. “I’m going to cum inside you..” he whispered between thrusts. “MMMMMM!!!” as if they were magic words I felt my first vaginal orgasm explode and wash over me as I felt warm gushes fill my belly. “NNnnggggg!” he grunted deeply and I bucked my hips hard burying him so deep I could feel the end of his cock just under my belly button. Each spurt made my legs shake and a little whimper escaped me. I was in love. Not with my teacher, but with sex. I wanted to be full, always. I never wanted him to pull out. After a few moments however, I was disappointed. He asked “do you have even have panties?” Breathlessly I nodded. “where?” I pointed to my bag and he rolled in his chair, keeping himself burried in me, over to it snatching it up. He quickly rummaged through and pulled them out. I lifted myself off of him and grabbed them from him. “You keep them” I smiled as I tucked them into a drawer in his desk. “You can’t tell anyone… “ he breathlessly cooed “Do you understand?” I smiled and nodded as I adjusted my bra and straightened my skirt. A small smile cracked on his face. I took a few steps towards the door and he rushed past me unlocking it. Just then I felt a small gush of warmth slip from inside of me and slide down my leg, wetting my skirt a little. I cooed an gave him a kiss on the cheek passing him.
On the ride home I remember my mom asking if I had a good day. “It was… Absolutely the best.” I smiled and quietly played with my creamy slit all the way home.
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