My explorative teenage years

My Mum always said I was sexually aware from a young age.

She was right, I cannot remember how young I was when those feelings became apparent but I used to love rubbing my pussy against things, enjoying the different textures.

My brother’s cricket bat for example, sliding it between my legs and rubbing myself up and down on the cool, smooth wood, making myself wet so that the wood slipped against me, pushing my sensitive clit hard against the surface. A silk scarf, pulling the cool shiney material back and forth between my legs, pulling it tighter against the flesh to flex against my clit.

I was always doing it whenever I could get the chance.

I had a best friend at school, you know, the kind of friend you shared all your secrets with even those really secret ones, she was called Lottie. Once I revealed to her my love of rubbing objects onto my pussy, she enlightened me so much further, she was far more forward that I was. We would often stay over at each other’s home, sharing the same bed, our parents left us alone, we would strip naked and explore ourselves and each other.

She gave me my first really big orgasm, stroking my pussy with her fingers, we were both very ‘wet’ girls, copious juices discharged from our cunts, she rubbed the slippery cream all over my pussy, sliding over my tight folds and tickling my clit back and forth until I exploded with ecstasy pushing out more cream. She taught me how to masturbate her too, we couldn’t do it enough to each other until eventually we fell asleep in a huddled heap together exhausted from all our orgasms.

Then we discovered internet porn! The first time, my parents were gone for the day, we lived in quite a rural area and Lisa lived quite close by on a neighbouring farm and we would cycle to each other’s houses, so she would keep me company whenever we could. We search-engined various phrases, giggling, wide eyed, often quiet, looking at video clips of blow jobs, tit wanks, straight fucking and anal fucking until by chance we clicked on one of the links below a video we had watched.

It opened up on two girls, one older than the other, sitting on a bed, talking about boys, the talking became more serious, the younger girl explaining her boyfriend wanted her to go further and she didn’t. The talking became more intense, the older girl asking her lots of questions about it and then she started to stroke her arm. She then moved forward and kissed her, the kiss was hesitant at first, the younger girl obviously naive to the older girl’s intentions then becoming more and more passionate.

Lottie and I watched, transfixed, as the girls stripped off, the older girl spread the younger girl’s legs wide open and started to lick her pussy. By now the both of us are wiggling around, mashing our wet pussies against our chairs trying to satisfy the desperate itch in our twats.

We leave the video running, strip off and Lottie copies the older girl, pushes my legs apart and takes a tentative lick of my pussy. On her tongue’s contact, I virtually shot up through the ceiling, the sensation was unbelievable, why hadn’t we done this before? She obviously liked the taste as she started slurping away, lapping up my juices which were now flowing from my cunt in a steady stream. She continued to keep looking up at the laptop and copying what the other girl was doing, stabbing my cunt hole with her tongue, flicking her pointed tongue back and forth over my clit and then drawing it into her mouth and sucking on the knot of nerves, rubbing it with her tongue. Well, it didn’t take much, I bucked my hips into her mouth, clutching the back of her head as I came and came and came.

We then took turns for the rest of the day to eat each other out until our little pussies were sore and our jaws ached! What a memorable day that was.

From there on, we explored the internet, trying everything we could between us. Taking each other’s virginity by breaking our hymens with hairbrushes jacking in and out of our cunts, stretching them further with big fat carrots and cucumbers. Our time together was just the best.

Until, Lottie and I turned 18. Lottie went away to University and I was stuck at home having failed my exams. My parents were very disappointed and decided to employ various tutors to get me up to speed to retake my exams.

I had Mrs. Elizabeth Ives for English Language and English Literature, a stout ‘old bird’ strict but okay and Mr. James Husband for Maths and Music (Piano) as I was destined for the ‘Arts’ he was odd, geeky I guess.

Now Mr. Husband, he was a different kettle of fish, he was 40, dressed in shirt, tie, v-neck jumper and nylon slacks all the time never anything else, he had a bald spot on the top of his head, round faced and clean shaven. He started off all tutor like but then over the first few weeks his demeanour changed.

To start with he always had one hand in his pocket, his change jingled, as his fingers were always moving around in there. Then, when we had to sit together to work, he would always sit very close to me, his thigh was always jigging up and down against my leg. He would find any opportunity to lean over, his face very close to mine, or he would find an excuse to brush his arm against my boob. I didn’t have enormous breasts, just nice half lemon size for my age but I had large nipples with big round aureoles, Lottie used to love sucking on them and making them hard as the flesh tightened and puckered into large knots. They were very sensitive and the slightest contact and they would tighten, so you can imagine Mr. Husband’s arm brushing really set them off.

Although I didn’t like him at all, I had had little or no contact with boys and his attentions excited me, I couldn’t tell you why, just knowing he wanted to touch me was enough I guess and I desperately looked forward to his supposed unobvious attempts to touch me and started to dress as teasingly as I dare for the old pervert.

On Monday, he was tutoring me for the whole of the afternoon, Mum and Dad were away until late evening at a cattle sale out of town.