Monique - Schooled for sex

In spite of myself I kept the tight on for some time in the hope that one of the girls would see I wasn't yet asleep. It was no use. No one came near my room. In the end I turned off the light and turned over to go to sleep. There wasn't a sound in the building. All those lovely girls were resting for the next day of school. What did they know about men and sex? After all, I told myself, this was a school for young ladies, and young ladies weren't suppose to know about such matters. Certainly Miss Parsons wouldn't tell them anything.

I had dozed off and was well on the way to the very depths of sleep, when something aroused me. For the first few minutes I didn't know what it was. I did notice that it was pleasant. Something warm snuggled up beside me, smooth, too, and flaxen hair brushed past my skin. That meant it wasn't Peggy. A small hand rubbed my belly. That did it. "Who's there?" I asked.

"I'm Cissy," said a high pitched, girlish voice.

"Who?" I groped for the light switch and when my eyes had stopped smarting I saw a small and very pretty girl in the bed beside me. "Hey, do you want to get caught here? Go on, get out of here, get back to your own bed!"

"Don't worry," she said, turning the light off. I turned it back on and stared at her. What was her game? The bedclothes covered her up to below her shoulders, and those shoulders were most affecting. She was nineteen, give or take a year, a slender girl with big brown eyes and long dark hair, her lips were full and her cheekbones were high, and one day she was going to drive men wild. But until then she ranked as jail bait in my book and she was also jeopardizing a very good job. On the other hand she felt very nice beside me, and when the sheet slipped a little I saw two small, firm breasts that made my mouth water. She must have seen how weak my flesh was because she turned the light off again and snuggled up against me. I felt her little hand reach for my cock. It was as hard as a board. Cissy giggled and pressed herself against me so that the sparse down of her pussy brushed against me.

"Ah, what the hell!" I said, and gave in to this young temptress. My hands ran over her and experienced her slender, silken skin, her hard little tits and her firm young buttocks, and now her arms embraced me and her head pressed against my chest as her narrow loins crushed into mine. Slowly, savoring the forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down to feel her little cunt-and there it was, in my hand, practically naked to the touch, its wide cleft accentuated by its chubbiness, hot, moist, and slippery. And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with every nerve at my disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with all the zeal of a child with a new toy. My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as normal and it urged me to do something with it!

Suddenly I became suspicious. What if this was a practical joke and all the girls were standing outside my door listening in? I pulled free from Cissy's lascivious embrace and quickly padded over to the door, paused a moment, then pulled it open. There wasn't a soul out there. I felt like a fool Cissy turned on the light to see what I was doing, and as I made my way back to the bed she remarked: "What are you worrying about? No one knows I'm here."

"Why are you here?" I asked, getting back into bed.

"Please don't talk," she said softly, and her hands pushed away the bedclothes to add weight to her point. I found myself gazing at the most delicious young body I'd seen since my sister had grown into a woman. Cissy stretched out like a contented cat and eyed me with a mixture of mischief and horniness. She was toying with me but I couldn't do anything about it. She was lovely! Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white with pink and innocent nipples. Little desserts they were, all the whiter for the rest of her body, which was evenly tanned. Down further there was another white patch around her loins, and in the focal point of that part of her rose her pubic mound. The bone thrust up from the concavity of her belly, and it was adorned by a thin cover of dark hairs which did nothing to conceal the full cleft of her pussy. I could hardly breathe. My cock throbbed agonizingly. Cissy was wise beyond her years, it seemed, because she rolled over and brought her mouth very close to my cock. I stared at her in astonishment.

She took the flushed knob of my throbbing dick into her mouth, opening wide to accommodate it, and did her best to take more than just my glands inside. She was too small to do it but her attempts sent delicious chills coursing through my whole body. The pressure on my knob was terrific. Her lips were stretched about it tight as elastic bands, and the feeble play of her tongue made it all the more excruciating. Her childish face was red with the effort of trying to go down on me, and whenever long strands of hair fell over her face she brushed them away impatiently and attacked my cock with redoubled vigor. Slowly she managed to get some of it inside, toiling onward, but by that time I wanted something quite different. That full-lipped, almost bald little cunt of hers had captured me, I wanted to get to know it better, explore it, eat it! Gently I dissociated myself from her mouth and slid down into her crotch. Cissy made herself comfortable at once and waited with eyes closed for me to do my stuff.

Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, piss, and the womanly odor of mushrooms. A delicious combination! My head reeled as my tongue ran down between her parted cunt lips to scoop up the secretions of her excited hole. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me, a thirty-nine-year-old man going down on a girl twenty years his junior, risking his professional reputation for a bit of snatch; but I was there and nothing could have dragged me away from her at that moment. My tongue wormed its way into her cunt hole as far as it would go, passing through a tight, elastic washer to get inside, and she groaned as she gave way to me. If my tongue gave her that much trouble, what would my inflated cock do to her? There was only one way to find out, but later… later!

I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping and squeezing them while my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt and licked at the olive juices oozing out of them. My prick was wedged between my belly and the sheets, rubbing back and forth in vain. Not long now. Her girlish hips were jerking up and down rapidly, her hands were on her little tits, mauling, grasping, desperate, and her breath whistled through her throat. I unleashed all of my experience on her pussy, eating, licking, biting, sucking her little twat in between my teeth and harrying it until she had to stuff the corner of a sheet into her mouth to stop from waking up the whole block. "Do it to me!" she groaned. "Please, please, do it now! I want it so much!"

I looked up from her cunt and saw her slender body stretched out before me through a thin hedge of pubic hair. Her breasts had almost disappeared now that she was on her back, just hard pink nipples sticking out. She looked so young, too young… but then I looked back down at her cunt and saw that it was wide open, pink, dripping wet, and ready!

I moved up higher and brought the tip of my cock up against her cunt hole. I still expected her to change her mind, but even when my thick knob pressed down on her yielding flesh she did her best to let me in. The resistance was tough. I reached down to her lean, tender buns and pulled them apart, so widening her pussy hole. The first half inch clipped inside and lodged securely in that tight ring of flesh. Now Cissy developed some misgivings. Her arms clasped me in a desperate hug and her teeth sank into my neck. She had her legs wide apart and kept her ass up off the bed, but even that didn't ease the pain. "Please be careful," she whispered, and it sounded like a sob. "I'm… I'm still a virgin!"