My First Lay

My First Pussy Invasion

I probably was like any other fourteen year old, when I was growing up. Seemingly, always having to fight off a hard-on. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was because I was still a virgin, but my almost daily jack-off sessions didn’t seem to help much. I still wanted to experience the feeling of my dick actually sinking into some beautiful young girl’s tight, wet cunt. Hell, she didn’t even have to be all that beautiful!

This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn’t keep out the thoughts of some young girl’s pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.

My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad’s Penthouse’s helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking their brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight!

The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neighbor girl. Even then I didn’t know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. ‘If only I knew then what I know now,’ I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob.

I was sitting under a tree fretting about all of this one summer day, when I was startled by the voice of a young neighbor girl who had walked up behind me.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself?”

Pauline was a twelve-year-old, her body just maturing into an hourglass shape, and she had small lemon sized boobs and a sexy little ass on her.

“Nothing much, just moping around,” I told her. “What’s wrong?” she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the ground, her small skirt riding up her smooth legs.

I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her lemon sized breasts. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers.

“Well……, it’s just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already,” I began, “some of them have even had sex.”

I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn’t seem to be aware of her immodest pose.

“I’m just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I’ll never have the guts to either.”

She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day.

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have sex?” I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter.

She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering. “Well…., yeah…., sometimes…., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play by themselves. I’ll probably never have a boyfriend or anything,” she said solemnly.

“Have you ever thought about doing it with anybody around here?” I asked, pressing further. “EEEWWW, NO!” she said, raising her voice defensively. “Don’t get mad, Pauline! I was just wondering.” I said, trying to salvage the situation. “I wouldn’t tell anybody if you had thought about it.”

After that exchange, we both sat silently for a few moments. She resumed her position of resting her head on her knees, and her skirt still left her entire bottom open below her legs. Hoping to get a better view of this sight, I stretched and yawned, feigning fatigue. I then bent forward and crawled along the ground until I was stretched out on my side facing Pauline, my feet resting against the large tree. She looked at me momentarily before reverting her gaze to the ground directly in front of her, resuming her thoughts. I waited until she looked away before looking under her legs, but when I did, I was greeted by the sight of her beautiful tanned legs disappearing into the rumpled bottom of her skirt. Between them was a bright white strip of cotton cloth, covering what I knew had to be her young twat. The tightness of the cloth stretched across her little pussy, clearly identifying just where it was by the indentation of the fabric along the slit. My dick immediately began to respond, and I quickly stuck my hand in my pocket to adjust it before it was too late, leaving it there to help hide the effect it was going to have on my pants.

“I’ve thought a lot about having sex,” I said, looking back up to her eyes just as she turned her gaze back to me.

“Really? Who with?” she asked curiously.

Now she had me on the spot. If I told her all of the girls my fantasies revolved around, it would be just like this little brat to go and tell them.