I recently came across a most amazing manuscript written by a young eighteen year old girl. She describes her journey as she explores the limits of her sexuality. The account is detailed, explicit, and highly erotic. I'm not exactly sure when it was written, but I'm guessing about twenty years ago. How did I get my hands on such a treasure? My wife and I were remodeling a house we had recently purchased. I was in the attic making sure the structure was sound when I found a hidden compartment in one of the corners. I slipped my hand inside and pulled out an old notebook. Each page was filled with handwritten paragraphs. I sat down and read it all, breaking twice to relieve the tension in my balls. After much contemplation, I have decided to share her story with you. I will publish it in a series of installments. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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I can't believe the things that have happened to me in the last few months. Not only did I lose my virginity to my brother, but I also fucked my dad and mom and... well, I'll just tell the story as it happened. I know that nobody but me is ever going to read it, at least I hope not, but that's okay. I need to talk about it to somebody. Why not myself?
I was what mom called a "late bloomer." My body was slow to develop and I had never been on a date by the time I was eighteen. Despite that, I liked boys. I liked them a lot. In fact, I worried about being oversexed. I masturbated all the time and spent countless hours at the computer with my feet propped on the edge of the desk, plunging my fingers in and out of my juicy pussy.
One day, a few weeks ago, I decided it was time to do something about my raging hormones. As I was getting ready for school, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the skinny redhead with big green eyes looking back at me. The girl in the mirror was tiny -- barely 5 feet tall and only 95 pounds. Two noticeable bumps pushed dents in the light green top where the swollen nipples poked out from a pair of undersized breasts.
I lifted the short pleated skirt and looked at the swell of my pussy puffing out from my white cotton panties. At least that part of my body was fully developed. I pulled the crotch to the side. A strip of curly red hair covered my mound. I turned around and bent over to admire my firm cheeks. Despite my small stature, my ass had some meat to it. It was my best physical feature.
As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I wondered if there was anything I could do to get Mr. Kelty, my history teacher, to notice me. I had a big crush on him. He was often the subject of my masturbation fantasies. I imagined him doing all kinds of things to me -- things the girls in the porn videos were doing.
I needed to leave for school so I put on some bright lipstick and tinted eye shadow hoping it would make me look older and sexier. I suffered through the first two periods. Before Mr. Kelty's class, I tweaked my nipples so that they poked out through the light green top I was wearing. I slid into my normal front row seat and flashed my eyes flirtatiously when Mr. Kelty greeted me. I was feeling adventurous.
Mr. Kelty moved in front of my desk while he was talking. My heart was pounding. I stared shamelessly at the bulge in his pants. I knew it was his penis. He was so close I could have reached out and touched it. The throbbing between my legs became intense. I could feel juices seeping into my panties. I wanted desperately to touch myself but didn't dare do it in class.
When the bell rang, I ran to the bathroom, jumped in a stall and shoved a hand into my panties. I found my clit and rubbed hard and fast. In a matter of seconds my body tensed. My legs shot out and my toes curled. I bit my lip to suppress a squeal. The explosion hit. I curled two fingers up my cunt and fucked myself to another orgasm. My panties were soaked when I finally regained my composure.
I adjusted my clothes and left the stall. In the mirror, I could see that my cheeks were flushed. My nipples felt like they were about to explode. I tweaked them through my blouse and felt more juices gush from my pussy. Just then the two minute warning bell rang. I needed to get to my next class and rushed out of the bathroom. I almost died when I bumped into Mr. Kelty and dropped my books.
"Are you okay, Jenny?" Mr. Kelty asked squatting down to help me pick up the books. "You look like you just ran a marathon."
"Um... I, um..." I sputtered incoherently brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
"That's an interesting ring," Mr. Kelty said taking my hand.
The ring was an emerald my mother had given me for my eighteenth birthday. He held it right in front of his face and breathed in through his nose. I realized it was the same hand I had used to finger my pussy. He was smelling my juices. I turned even redder from embarrassment.
"What a beautiful ring," he said letting go of my hand. "Anyway, I'm glad I ran into you, Jenny. I was hoping you could stop by and see me after school. There is something I'd like to discuss with you."
I was nervous for the rest of the day, not sure what he had in mind, but excited at the thought of meeting him alone. After my last class, I went to Mr. Kelty's room. He motioned me inside and locked the door. Taking my elbow in his hand, he guided my over by his desk. Mr. Kelty put his strong hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I realized how much he towered over me.
"Jenny, I know you are eighteen, but I don't get the feeling that you have a lot of experience with boys. Am I right?"
I nodded my head, not quite sure where this was leading.
"That's what I thought. Look, I don't want you to get in trouble. You're young and pretty. Boys will want to take advantage of you. I know you must think about sex a lot. All kids your age do. It's not wrong, but you have to be careful. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I nodded again. I did think of sex a lot but I was still confused about why Mr. Kelty was talking to me like this. Not that I minded. I liked being with him.
"I want to help you learn how to cope with these feelings. That way you'll be ready. I'd like to ask you a few questions. It will help me understand your situation a little better. Is that okay?"
I nodded, still not sure what he was trying to say. I felt a little light in the head just being so close to him. Not only that, but my pussy was throbbing. I couldn't help it. He did that to me.
"When you think about sex does your body do things you can't control? For example, do your nipples get hard? Do you get wet between the legs?"
I looked down embarrassed. Was he really asking me this? Did he know it was happening to me right now? The throbbing in my pussy became even more intense. My nipples felt like they were about to explode. I finally nodded my head without looking up at him.
"Do you ever touch yourself when you feel like this?"
I bit my lip while looking down at the floor. This must be why he wanted to see me, I thought. He knew that I masturbated in the bathroom. I'm probably going to get a lecture about touching myself inappropriately. Once again, I nodded.
"That's okay. It's alright to have these feelings and to do something about it - like you did earlier today. I could smell pussy on your fingers. You don't mind if I use words like pussy do you?"
Ohmygod, I thought, did he really say pussy? I shook my head no, still looking down at the floor. My panties were getting damp. I noticed a bulge growing in Mr. Kelty's trousers. Was he getting excited too?
"Okay, now I'm going to ask you about your experience with boys. Have you ever let a boy feel your breasts or finger your pussy?"
I panicked. Why would he ask me that? What should I say? I didn't want him to think I was some little kid with no experience. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. I could feel my knees getting weak.
"I'll take that as a no, Jenny. That's okay, but I'm sure you have imagined what it would feel like to have a boy do that to you. Is that what you think about when you masturbate? Don't be embarrassed, Jenny. Tell me."
I was trembling. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. Yes, I thought, but not just fingers and not just anybody. I masturbate all the time thinking about how it would feel to have your cock in my pussy.
"That's what I thought," Mr. Kelty said lifting my chin so that I was looking up at him. "Using your fingers may give you pleasure but it is different when you go on a date with a boy and he puts his fingers in your pussy. It's important for you to know what it feels like so you'll know what to expect. I can help you with that, Jenny. I can teach you how it feels but only if you want me to."
"I... I," I stuttered knowing that I wanted it more than anything. "Um, I guess. If...if you think it will help."
"Believe me, Jenny, it will help. And don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Mr. Kelty lifted my up onto the desk until I was sitting in front of him. My heart was thumping in my chest. My pussy felt like it was going to explode at any moment. He slid his hands under my top and squeezed the soft flesh of my underdeveloped tits. Then he pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes and let him explore. My breathing was heavy.
"There. Doesn't that feel good? You know there's a connection between the pleasure points in your nipples and your pussy. By doing this, your pussy should be getting ready for my fingers. Can you feel it?"
I nodded. Not only could I feel it, if he kept it up I was going to explode before he even touched me down there. He finally took his fingers off my nipples and lifted my skirt. Mr. Kelty put his hand on my panties and rubbed his thumb across the swell of my mound. I closed my eyes and moaned. Mr. Kelty hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down my legs, then spread my knees.
"You have a pretty little cunt, Jenny. That's another word for pussy, but I'm sure you already knew that. It puffs out just right and looks so delicious with those light red curls around the gash."
He put his hand above my mound and pressed his thumb into my slimy folds, parting the petals. He rubbed the tiny button at the top of my gash. It was swollen and throbbing.
"This sensitive spot is your clit, Jenny, but you knew that as well. When I rub it, I bet you can feel it in every part of your body."
