Carole’s Story 01 – Growing Up

For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid’, and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This story is true, written from Carole’s perspective, with some alterations like names and dates. Liberty was taken to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy:

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When I entered high school, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small in stature, with short brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that I started to develop strange feelings and desires. I didn’t understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn’t really recognize it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain places made me tingle, so I touched those places a lot.

About two months into my freshman year, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my house after school. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my brothers had sports after school. I thought the boy, who was a year older, knew what he was doing, but he didn’t.

We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his pants and, when I reached over and touched his dick, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a couple more times with other boys, but without any real success. They were all too young and stupid.

I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able to scratch my itch, but when we started to kiss and take each other’s clothing off, my Dad came home early. We were too engaged to hear him, but he heard us.

Dad came into my room and yelled at the boy, who quickly pulled up his pants and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His left arm went across my lower back and held me down. With his right, he pushed my pants down around my knees.

With his bare hand he started spanking my naked ass. I started crying from the pain, as he alternated spanking each ass cheek. Eventually, he tired and his hand came to a rest on my naked butt.

Out of breath, he said, “What have I told you about having boys over while I’m not home? And what the hell are you doing? You are way too young to start this.” I just wept softly in response.

It was then that I felt something strange. With his hand still on my naked ass, he squeezed lightly. Then he moved it around on my ass. His left arm came off my back and his hand came up under me, across my chest. His hand cupped my small breast. I could feel my nipple harden in his hand. So could he. He squeezed my tit and then moved back and forth slightly, letting my hard nipple rum over his fingers.

“Get up,” he told me. Still crying and now confused, I stood. My Dad’s eyes moved up and down my body, actually checking me out. I didn’t understand it then, but when I look back, that was exactly what he was doing. He stood and said, “Get dressed. You are suspended until I say so. You will not have any more boys over. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I sobbed, pulling up my pants.

The next day, Dad kept me home from school. He took me to see the Doctor, who was an old friend of his, that morning. When we were called back, Dad told the Doctor, “I caught her with some boy.” The Doctor smiled at me. I was totally embarrassed. “She needs to have an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,” Dad continued.

“Okay,” the Doctor said. “Relax. It will be alright. Have a seat out in the waiting area and I’ll call you back in when we are done.” Dad turned and left me there.

The Doctor looked at me for a minute and then said, “Take all your clothes off and get up on the table.” He patted the paper covered exam table. “I’ll be right back.”

Slowly, tentatively, I took my clothes off. I found a hospital gown on a chair, so I put that on and sat down on the table. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the exam table and said, “You won’t need this.” He untied the cloth ties that secured my gown and pushed it off one shoulder than the other. The gown fell to my lap. He pulled it off me and threw it over to the chair where I found it.

For the next couple minutes, he took the normal medical readings, like my temperature, my heart rate, and took some blood. Then he said, “Lay down.” I did. I felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front of his glaring eyes. He stared at me for a couple minutes with a huge smile on his face. “You know,” he said finally, “I was your mom’s Doctor as well.” He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the slots on the exam table. He took hold of my ankles and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired my naked body. He rubbed my hair with his hand and then moved it down my head. It continued down onto my chest, his fingers lightly moving over one of my nipples, and then down onto my stomach. “So young,” he said, as his hand moved up the inside of my thigh.

He moved around between my legs and looked down at my vagina. “Tell me the truth,” he said. “Has anyone penetrated you yet?”

Nervous and scared, I replied truthfully, “No.”

Just then I jumped a little as he pushed his middle finger up inside me. He looked up into my face and smiled. “You are still very tight. That’s good.” With his finger up inside me, this thumb danced over my clit. There was a wonderful, almost electric, shock that washed over my body. Both of my nipples instantly hardened. The Doctor smiled and laughed lightly. “Good,” he said. “You are going to be a lot like your mom.”

The next several minutes were both embarrassing and painful, as he inserted instruments inside me and gave me a pelvic exam. When he was finally finished, he let me sit up. Still naked, a sat there, not knowing what to do. He put the stirrups away and then pushed a call button. He spoke to his secretary over the intercom, telling her to send in my Dad.

Then the Doctor turned back to me and with a smile on his face, he reached up and ran his hand over my right breast. My nipples involuntarily hardened again. “Nice,” he said. “You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful.” He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before letting go.

When my Dad came in, I was still naked and sitting on the table. The Doctor addressed him. “She is fine,” he started. “I will have the results of the blood tests in a couple days. I also recommend you put her on the pill, just in case. The nurse will give you a couple samples for while you get the preion filled. The pill won’t be effective for about two weeks, so watch her closely.” Dad frowned at me and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and I got dressed. Dad took me home and made sure I took the first of the birth control pills. I was watched closely from then on. Dad never trusted me. Pretty sure he was right not to trust me.

Two weeks later, to the day, late that night, I woke up feeling like someone was in the room with me. In the dark I saw him. My Dad was standing just inside the door staring down at me. I didn’t speak. He saw that my eyes were open and he stepped forward towards me.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of shorts. As he stood in front of me, looking down at my face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drop to the floor. It was the first time I ever saw a man completely naked. My eyes wondered down his body. He was still in pretty good shape. His broad muscular shoulders looked powerful and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the dark, I could make out his manhood. I was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now I know he was a little bigger than average, but not much, but at the time I thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging dick was a large droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with me and laid down next to me. I was terrified, but didn’t move. On his side with his head supported by his left hand, he looked me in the eyes as he pushed down the blankets to uncover me. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to untie the bow in the front of my pajama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed my pajamas and my panties down. He stopped when they were both at my knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of my pajama top. He had that up around my neck a couple seconds later.

I was nervous, confused, and scared as his hand came down over my chest and rested on my right breast. He squeezed small firm boobs. My nipples hardened in his hands. I had no control over them. They just grew hard under his touch. I could see his smile widened as they did. His pinched my nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

Against my leg, I could feel his cock move. It grew and straightened, becoming hard as a rock.

His hand eventually left my boobs and moved down my body. A second later I gasped in surprise as he pushed his big middle finger inside my vagina. He pushed it in all the way and held it there. Then with his thumb, he started rubbing my clit.

The feeling was amazing. I was both terrified and in heaven at the same time. I had masturbated many times before, but when someone else did it to me, it was mind-blowing. I couldn’t stop myself from making small moaning noises. I looked up at him and he had a huge smile on his face as I started to cum. My entire body convulsed. I shook with a fantastic feeling that I had never experienced before. I was completely overcome by the sensation. I didn’t want the intense orgasm to ever stop.

Dad pulled his finger out of me and sat up. He moved over on the bed. I was still panting, trying to recover from the orgasm, as he finished pulling my pajama bottoms and panties off. Then he climbed over me and pushed my legs apart.

He moved his body up between my spread legs until the very tip of his dick was pushing at the entrance to my tight vagina. Then, with a slow but steady push, he moved his cock up into me. The violation surprised me. It hurt, but at the same time felt magnificent. He didn’t stop pushing until he was completely buried inside me.

My body went mad. My pussy spasmed around his cock, constricting and releasing in quick succession. His eyes went wide as he felt my pussy tightly squeeze his cock. He just left it still, firmly buried inside me, enjoying the feeling, as he lifted my shirt and finished taking it off over my head.

Pushing himself up with his hands, he looked down into my face as he started to pull his cock back out. Just before it was completely out, he pushed it back in. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Soon he was fucking me as if I was an experienced woman. He slammed hard into me with each deep thrust. Sometime in there I came again. As the wonderful rush of orgasmic pleasure washed over my body, my pussy gripped him tight, squeezing him as he continued to fuck me.

It was then that I saw the look on his face. He got a look of total pleasure. He started breathing heavily and his eyes slammed shut tight. He started moaning, “Oh…oh…oh…”

Then I felt it. He exploded inside me. His cock swelled and pumped hot cum into me. When it stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of me. Several minutes later, he got up off of me. “Go clean up and go to bed,” he said. He left my room.

He returned the next night, and the next, and the next, and continued almost every night for the rest of my time in high school.

By the time I entered my sophomore year of high school, my boobs had grown a little, growing to a 32B.