Right of Passage
Kirsty is 15, and I loved helping her through the storm of puberty, from noticing her fist budding breasts to her first light growth of pubic hair and on to shopping for that first bra together, and buying that first packet of sanitary towels and then helping her to manage tampons. All very nice, but I hadn't really thought about Kirsty the sexual being.
Not until one day, I breezed into her room calm as you please one day and found her stretched out on her back, legs splayed wide with a banana deep inside her. Poor girl, she was way too close to stop and even as the look of alarm spread across her face her orgasm hit her and she curled up lifting her shoulders off the bed with a totally unstoppable 'Ohhh fuuuuuuck'.
I left, of course, and busied myself downstairs for a while before taking a deep breath and knocking on her door. I guess she knew 'The Talk' was coming, but that wasn't my intention. I hugged her and told her there were better, safer things to use than a banana. Later the next day, I bought her a vibrator. Not a small one, but one of a decent size. She can use it as a surrogate cock, if that's how she likes to do herself, or try out the variable speed.
Either way, for a few days, I felt different in myself. Not in any way attracted to her, so if that's what you are looking for, look somewhere else!. No, this was more of an uncertainty, or perhaps some distant memories stirred. Then, I knew. I was thinking about my first few times, and how exciting it was to be able to get myself off.
One day, when she was at school, I went into her room. It had that young girl scent to it. Not like an adults bedroom. Fresh soap, a little perfume and very girly. I sat on her bed and then lay on it. I remembered when I was 14 and my first tentative fumblings in my own knickers. As I lay there, I realised I was masturbating and getting very close too. I really got into the fantasy. I was 14 again, and had my little white school knickers pulled to one side and was dipping a finger into my virgin pussy. Soon, I was close as all hell and let myself cum into my knickers just like I did back then.
Kirsty made me remember what it is like to explore those first few lovely times. They never come again as from then on, it is different isn't it?
Not until one day, I breezed into her room calm as you please one day and found her stretched out on her back, legs splayed wide with a banana deep inside her. Poor girl, she was way too close to stop and even as the look of alarm spread across her face her orgasm hit her and she curled up lifting her shoulders off the bed with a totally unstoppable 'Ohhh fuuuuuuck'.
I left, of course, and busied myself downstairs for a while before taking a deep breath and knocking on her door. I guess she knew 'The Talk' was coming, but that wasn't my intention. I hugged her and told her there were better, safer things to use than a banana. Later the next day, I bought her a vibrator. Not a small one, but one of a decent size. She can use it as a surrogate cock, if that's how she likes to do herself, or try out the variable speed.
Either way, for a few days, I felt different in myself. Not in any way attracted to her, so if that's what you are looking for, look somewhere else!. No, this was more of an uncertainty, or perhaps some distant memories stirred. Then, I knew. I was thinking about my first few times, and how exciting it was to be able to get myself off.
One day, when she was at school, I went into her room. It had that young girl scent to it. Not like an adults bedroom. Fresh soap, a little perfume and very girly. I sat on her bed and then lay on it. I remembered when I was 14 and my first tentative fumblings in my own knickers. As I lay there, I realised I was masturbating and getting very close too. I really got into the fantasy. I was 14 again, and had my little white school knickers pulled to one side and was dipping a finger into my virgin pussy. Soon, I was close as all hell and let myself cum into my knickers just like I did back then.
Kirsty made me remember what it is like to explore those first few lovely times. They never come again as from then on, it is different isn't it?
Posted on: 2021-08-01 16:00:02 |
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