My first experience of a sexual nature with my mother was never meant to be my last. The events between us and the basketball team happened a few more times, and after each we swore we'd never do it again, but Devon would always manage to get both of us back on our knees in that locker room with all the guys. My relationship with Devon never went back to dating; I was just the girl who he did in the locker room occasionally.
I didn't have time to worry about anything like that anyway since I was suffering from something I hate since it made me seem like such a stereotype. Being blonde and terrible at math was not the greatest combination, and I really did try. I may have a killer body, but I did not have an empty head. Which is why I was always so frustrated that math bored me to tears and did not come easily.
It had gotten so bad that I was forced to get a tutor: Wilson. Wilson was unfortunate enough to be named Wilson, so that's really all I need to say about that. We met in the library during lunch twice a week so we could concentrate when it was empty except for the librarian.
Wilson was a sweet boy. He was thin, wore big glasses, had braces, and pale skin, but he was sweet and nice and as soon adolescence stopped kicking his ass I'm sure he would be a real cutie. I felt bad for the kid; I called him kid even though we were the same age, that's how much I felt bad for him. He clearly needed some release of some kind based off of how often he glanced at my tits while I attempted to learn equations with him. And to be honest, at that point, there was a part of me that would have given him a mercy hand job. Maybe even give him some boob if he needed the extra stimulation. Either way, I found myself once again in the library, trying desperately to understand pre-calculus.
Wilson tapped the end of his pen on the table, staring at me in a mixture of annoyance and frustration. I just concentrated on the problem in the book. The remnants of various attempts littered my notebook page. The silence in the air was making it uncomfortable and hard to concentrate. I glanced up at Wilson. He rolled his eyes before planting his gaze on my bust. His face softened for a moment. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him just blatantly oogle me. The boy was a comedic tragedy of high school stereotypes. I coughed as I looked down at my paper and quickly glanced back up him. He had stopped and was instead staring at the book.
"Having trouble still?" He asked.
I nodded, sighing in defeat. "I just can't figure it out. It's like trying to understand Chinese for me." I pushed the notebook away, sick of seeing my failures. "I'll just hope for a 'C' grade and focus on my other academics..." I closed my notebook and pressed it close to my chest, pushing my already intense cleavage up higher. I heard Wilson drop his pen and saw him try to maintain composure as he stared at me. I giggled at the thought of teasing poor Wilson.
I put my hand on his, in a more then friendly way. "Thanks for trying to help, Wilson." I said and felt his reaction.
"My...pleasure..." He was able to squeak out.
I smiled at his, genuinely moved by his affection. I cast my eyes down. It was then that I noticed it. It was huge, it was thick, and it was bulging in Wilson's pants. My God, it was beautiful. I caught my breath and moved my hand away from his. I couldn't look him in the eye at that moment. Jesus, it was bigger than any of the boys on the basketball team. That feeling stirred in my loins. My pussy was already getting wet from imagining what it looked like out and ready to play. I glanced, ever so carefully over at the librarian, Ms. Krabble. She was an older woman, but aging gracefully if I had to put it into words. She looked good with graying hair and slight wrinkles. She was also very very oblivious to us. After the first few weeks when we showed her that we could be well behaved she paid us no mind.
I stood and said, "Well since we won't be doing anything else math wise...wanna just browse?" I offered. I needed some excuse to get him alone. I wanted to feel it. I had to make sure it was really as big as it seemed.
He nodded, "Uh, yeah...sure." He got up, his hand deep in his pocket, holding something. I could just imagine it was hiding that monster so he wouldn't be too embarrassed.
We made our way to the back of an aisle, both just looking at all our options for reading material. He went to the corner, hoping to get as far away and get his cock to a manageable size. I edged closer every few seconds, until I was right next to him. He didn't even register me as he stared intently at the books on the shelf. It wasn't until he turned to check out a different section that he saw me, and proceeded to run right into me.
Our collision made it easy for me touch his crotch and make it seem like it was an accident. We stood there, my hand separated from his cock by only pants and underwear. He began to blush and mumble a million apologies when I slide my hand down a bit further. I felt along his shaft, my face filled with as much shock as his own. He let out a slow groan. Soft and adorable. "I'm sorry..." He managed to squeak out.
I just giggled. Poor kid still thought this was all accidental. I decided to throw him a bone, "It's my fault...I guess this is too, huh?" I said as I gave the thick monster a squeeze. He sighed and looked past me, hoping for an escape I assumed. "We're all alone..." I assured him. "Let me just see it?" My eyes pleaded as I glanced down then back at his torn face.
This poor young white boy's judgment snapped when I whispered that into his ear. I heard him fuss with his belt and suddenly he pulled it out. Somehow. It was around ten inches, thick, and throbbing. I knew this nerd had a secret power. I smiled at him as I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke him right there in the library. He trembled as he tried hopelessly to stuff the monster back in his pants.
"No way!" I hissed, stroking faster. He held onto the bookshelf as if crippled by his own lust. I kinda felt bad. For all I knew, this was the first time a girl was touching him. I thought I might up the ante and smiled at him, "Let me suck it a little." And that's when all pretense of trying to fight back disappeared. He just silently nodded. A boy being offered a blowjob almost never refuses.
I sank to my knees. He watched me with these wide, deer-in-the-headlights eyes as I opened my mouth and brought the head to my lips slowly. I would have loved to put on a show, but we were in the library. I wrapped my lips around it, thicker than Devon, I noted as I pushed my head forward. My lips were stretched obscenely. I stared up at this boy, my eyes heavy with lust. I nearly gagged, not realizing how deep I had been bobbing my head. This kid was longer than anyone I had had in my mouth. I had no reference for how much I could fit in my throat. I pulled back, panting slightly, trying to keep quiet.
Wilson was trembling already, his legs shaking, making his gorgeous cock bob and twitch all on its own. He was like a newborn deer. Second deer metaphor for him. My spit dripped from it and I giggled and stroked it with one hand. "Having fun?" I asked. His eyes were glazed over in a stupor; maybe he thought this was a dream. Only it wasn't and I wanted more than just a taste.
I stood and pulled my skirt up over my ass cheeks. I glanced down the aisle to the opening; nobody was there. He stared at me. The poor baby, he didn't know what to do. I pouted and spread my ass, glancing over at him now. "Come on...put it in." I smiled, slyly. The realization of what I just offered him spread across his face and I swear his cock pulsed and grew larger. He pulled my thong to the side and lined his cock up. He was going to do it without any convincing, thank God.
