Today was a shitty day. Pardon my french, but it was. I was doing terrible in my first period Spanish class and the bitch teacher, Mrs. Guttierez, who hated my guts, spent all morning picking on me in front of the class. On top of that, I got water on my white school uniform blouse, right over the nipple on my right boobie. Now, I'd guess you'd have to know that my boobs have really gotten bigger over the past year, and they seem to be the talk of school. All the boys love me for them, all the girls hate me. Anyway, some how my blouse got wet while I was drinking from the drinking fountain, and when I stood up, everyone could see my right boobie, my fat puffy nipple, was plainly visible through the sheer bra I wear. I was so embarrassed I hid in the bathroom till after fourth period when the shirt had dried.
After school, on the way home, some of the boys followed me home, teasing me, asking for another peek. I ignored them and eventually they went away. It wasn't like I'd never let a boy see my breasts before. But, every time I let one of them talk me into it, I always regretted it later. They'd take a look at my big beautiful breasts and there thingies, their cocks, would start getting all hard. Some of the boys touched them and shot in their pants. A couple of boys begged me to play with their dicks. I did. I liked it a lot. Especially when they came and the hot, sticky, cream would get all over my hands. But they were always done after that. It seemed like all they wanted to do was see and touch my boobies. I wanted something more than that.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a prude. In fact I worry I might be a nympho (I just learned that word). I think about sex all the time and masturbate, usually more than once a day. It seems my poor pussy is almost always wet. But, I wanted a boy, no a man, who would treat me like I deserved to be treated. Some one who would spoil me, treat me like a princess, not a pair of boobies with legs.
So, like I was walking home, it was late September but still really hot. Eventually I started sweating. I live about a mile and a half from school, but I like walking. Today with the heat I was wishing I had taken the bus. I couldn't wait to get home and strip down. My blouse was getting damp from perspiration. I was even sweating between my thighs, and I'm sure my white panties were getting soaked.
Three houses down from my house, Mr Allen, who's retired from some white collar job, was outside washing his car. He's fat and kinda gross, but nice enough. As I got closer he looked up and waved, pausing in washing his car long enough to say hi. I stopped and we chatted for awhile. But, for the first time I noticed, that while we talked, he kept staring at my breasts. I'm sure he could see the darker pink of my big areolas through my damp shirt and lacy bra. My nipples hardened under his hypnotic gaze. They stick out a good half an inch when I'm cold or excited, heck, sometimes they just seem to get hard for no reason at all. Poor Mr. Allen couldn't take his eyes off them.
At first I was kinda disgusted. But the more we talked, the more he stared at them, the more turned on I got. I started stretching, arching my back so that my boobies thrust out toward his chest. Mr. Allen choked on his next sentence. I got close, patting him on the back, asking if he was alright, all the while pressing my left breast against him. My stiff nipple poked his flabby arm. I think he was about to faint. He only had loose shorts on and I could see the beginning of a small boner forming. Mr. Allen pulled way and mumbled about forgetting something in the house.
I said okay, see ya' later and ran toward my own home. My little pussy was on fire, and I knew it would need relief soon. Thankfully the house was deserted. Both my parents work, , my mom who I don't get along with works late, most nights until seven or so. My daddy gets home around six, but sometimes he comes home early.
Anyway I was alone. Joyously alone. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and stripped. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. I'm not super thin, but I'm not fat either. I like to think of my self as meaty. I know that word sounds bad in some ways, but to me it also sounds sexy.
My dark hair was cut about shoulder length, and really set off my pale blue eyes. I had a smattering of freckles across my nose, but I thought they added just the right touch of cuteness. My lips were naturally chubby, I guess the right term is pouty, kind of like that older actress Drew Barrymoore.
Like I said before, my breast were big, I hope as big as they're going to get 38 D, with saucer size, pale pink areolas. My hips were a little wide and my butt was bigger, but firm and smooth. I loved to run my hands over my ass and hoped to someday find a man who would also.
I brushed a quick hand over my mound, avoiding any contact with my lips or clit (I was afraid if I touched myself I'd lose any control and start masturbating right now), which were bigger than a lot of the girls I'd seen naked in the locker room and always plainly visible. I'd shaved this morning and it was just as smooth and soft as one of my butt cheeks.
Reluctantly turning from the mirror, I grabbed my favorite old T-shirt and headed downstairs. I didn't have a dildo, I learned what one was last year, but for a couple of past years, when I was really horny, I'd been using cucumbers. My mom was a nut for salads and eating healthy and always had a couple big cucumbers in the fridge.
As I took the cucumber out of the fridge, I saw a container of peach yogurt and decided that a quick snack before I went upstairs wouldn't be so bad.
I went out to the den and sat down on the big leather couch. The cool leather felt delicious on my naked ass. I lay the cucumber on the table in front of me and started eating the yogurt. As I ate I started thinking about Mr. Allen staring at my breasts. I wondered if any of the other male adults I came in contact with were surreptitiously staring at boobs. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I absent mindedly began pulling and twisting my right nipple. I thought about Mr. Yates, the football coach at school, wondered if he stared at my tits, and now my pussy was flooding. I was so distracted with these thoughts that I kind'a missed my mouth with the spoon and a big blob of yogurt splattered my right thigh an inch or so below my aching pussy.
"Oh!!" It was cold and just a little shocking "great what a…"
Halfway through my self chastisement I realized the creamy yogurt almost looked like cum. That thought pushed me over the edge. I quickly set the yogurt down and picked up the cucumber stroking it. I tried to image it was Mr. Yates cock. My hand was going nuts pulling on my right nipple through the thin T-shirt material. I lay back on the couch, spreading my legs, and ran the large green cock down my left thigh. At the knee I switched, slowly inching the cuke' up my right thigh till I got to the yogurt. Dipping the tip of my vegetable phallus into the cool yogurt dripping down my hot young flesh, made the mental picture so perfect, I couldn't wait any longer. I scooped up as much of the "cum" as I could and pushed the cucumber against my swollen labia. I was so wet it slipped right in with a delightful squishy noise.
I pulled my T-shirt above my breasts and started wildly pawing at them with my left hand while I fucked my wet pussy with long slow strokes. It felt so good. I wanted to make it last but I knew I would come soon. I rammed the cucumber faster and harder into my pussy, throwing my legs wide. My left hand abandoned my reddened breasts and attacked my engorged clit. In it's normal state my clit was a little larger than a pea, but when I get excite it swells to about size of a peanut. I pulled back the hood with my first and third finger and stroked in a rough circular motion with the middle.
"Mr. Yates!" I moaned in fantasy "take your big cock out of my little pussy"
I increased the tempo burying the big vegetable deep into my pussy. I knew it was coming soon.
"Oh God! Oh yeah!"
Just on the brink of orgasm I heard a familiar sound. Keys in the front door.
"Honey?" My father was home. "Baby, Daddy's home. Are you here?"
