She’s No Tomboy Anymore

Fbailey story number 408


She’s No Tomboy Anymore


I watched Teresa grow up. My wife and I have lived next door to her parents since before she was conceived. Her mother is a tall, thin, sexy woman of about thirty-five. We have a daughter that age that lives in California but no grandchildren yet.

Teresa wasn’t always a tomboy. She stared out life as a very pretty little girl in dresses that hated to get dirty. Then about age ten or eleven she became a tomboy. I guess its because there are not very many girls in the neighborhood and none her age. I have seen her beat the boys at wrestling, football, and even basketball.

Then she stared to develop about age twelve and she hated it. She used to complain to my wife and I that her boobs were starting to get in her way when she played with the boys. Besides they just wanted to touch them all the time anyway. She complained about her periods too. She got cramps, she got irritable, and she hated those damn thick pads between her legs.

One day I listened to her complaining and suggested tampons to her. She had no idea what I was talking about so I went in the house and brought one back out to her. My wife hadn’t had a period in about a year but had a few boxes of tampons on hand just in case.

Teresa wasn’t sure what to do with it so I told her to ask her mother. She came back without the tampon and was she ever upset. It seems that her mother doesn’t use tampons because there are some side effects from using them and she told Teresa to never use them either. However, she really hated those damn pads. She begged me to give her another one and to tell her how to use it. I wished that my wife hadn’t taken off for a week to see her mother.

I took Teresa in the house and up to the master bathroom. I got out the open box of tampons and took out the instruction sheet for her to look at. She pushed me out of the bathroom and then tried to get one in her pussy. She kept talking to me through the door. She got more and more frustrated. Finally Teresa just opened the door and came out bottomless. She had removed her shoes, blue jeans, and her panties. Before me stood the most adorable fourteen-year-old girl that I had ever seen. Her pussy had a light coating of peach fuzz on it and there was some blood smeared around.

I took her back into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and proceeded to wash her pussy with a warm soapy washcloth. She liked that and so did I. In fact I liked it a lot more than I should have. I then proceeded to try and shove that tampon into her pussy. I then wished that my wife still used the kind that had the cardboard applicator. After a minute of struggling I inserted my index finger up into her vagina. Her hymen was broken and there was no reason for that tampon not to go up into her. Meanwhile she seemed to really enjoy having my finger in her pussy. I told her that she just had to relax so that the tampon would go in. Then I started masturbating my fourteen-year-old neighbor. She tensed up but eventually she relaxed and went along with the feeling that was growing between her legs. Soon that little girl was wiggling around on my fingertip as if it were the only thing in the world. She had the best orgasm of her life because she told me so. She masturbated every night but she never felt that good doing it herself. I slipped that tampon up into her easily leaving the blue string hanging out of her. I took the washcloth and washed her pussy off again. Then she wanted to know what to do if she had to pee. I told her to take it out, pee, and then put it back in if it wasn’t too bloody, otherwise put a new one in. Then I gave her the open box.

Teresa smiled at me, pulled the string, and removed the tampon. She kept her legs open and peed into the toilet while I watched her.