Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

The panties were the only thing she wore, and her breasts hung down lewdly. They were huge, and they looked to Susie like ripe, fully developed melons. The nipples were brown, and they covered nearly the whole end of each breast. Susie touched her own half developed breasts, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a bosom like the girl in the picture. It did not seem possible that one person could be built that way. Perhaps it was a camera trick.

Lying down on her stomach, Susie began paging through Andy's magazine. Again she gasped. There, inside the magazine was another picture of the girl on the cover. She was on her hands and knees, and by the way her huge breasts were hanging down, Susie knew for certain that they were real. In the second picture, the woman was not alone. A man lay on his back beside her on the bed, his hands folded behind his head. He looked like Andy. He was older of course, in the full bloom of his manhood, and the way he smirked at the woman let Susie knew that he had a lot more experience than her next door neighbor. I bet he doesn't spend his time playing with himself while he looks at pictures like these, Susie thought. Then another thought occurred to her. Someone could give Andy the experience he lacked, someone like her. The idea made her tingle all over, particularly in the pleasingly warm zone between her long, girlish legs.

Andy was becoming quite a man. Susie had seen it happen in the time she watched him. There was more hair around the base of his large, nearly always erect penis now, and under his arms as well. Besides that, he looked more manish. His muscles were more clearly defined, and he was growing in all ways.

As she turned the pages of the magazine, Susie could easily imagine Andy in any of the spectacular poses depicted. When she tried just a bit more, Susie could dream that she was the woman the older Andy in the magazine was cavorting with so openly and so lewdly.

The centerfold made Susie's eyes grow wide with disbelief. She never had imagined anything like this. What she knew about sex concerned two people doing things together. She was not even exactly sure what those things might be, but she was beginning to have a fairly good idea. Right now, her education was increasing by the second. The double picture in the center of the magazine was in full color like some of the others. The ample breasted woman on the cover was surrounded by men. One stood behind her, and the woman twisted her head around to kiss him hard on the mouth. With one hand she reached up to hold his long, erect prick in her hand. The man's huge, bull like gonads in their hair studded sac were draped over the smooth, white skin of her shoulder.

Another man knelt to one side of the girl, his full, sensuous lips capped over the girl's dusk colored nipple. One of his hands was massaging his own erection, while the other reached over to pinch and tease the girl's free nipple. A third man was sprawled between her widely splayed legs, his head buried in her open crotch.

Susie longed more than anything in the world to be the woman in the picture. Feelings of salacious passion flooded through her youthful body as she gazed at the lewd photograph. She wanted Andy between her legs like that, his face shoved far up between her milky white thighs, his long, red tongue licking at her throbbing cunt, lapping greedily at the hot, sweet drops of female liquor that oozed from between the lips of her small, tight cleft.

Susie wondered what her sizzling cunt would smell and taste like to Andy. She had put her panties to her nose many times, sniffing the delightfully sweet, earthy scent of her own leakings. Taking the smell direct, the way the man in the photo was doing, would be an entirely different experience, though, she was sure.

Her fingers began to creep up her legs, tickling at the sensitively soft flesh of her inner thighs. The magazine was so exciting, Susie could see easily why Andy had the nightly reaction to it that he did. Her fingertips reached the forbidden warmness of her cunt. She ran them teasingly over the soft edges of her crack, and she shivered with excitement. Here she was in Andy's own room, playing with her body the evil way she had seen him do so often. The difference was great, though, she had to admit. What she really needed was Andy. She wanted him to put the tip of his raging erection where her fingers were now. She wanted him to trace it along the length of her dark, secret cleft, teasing her, threatening lewdly to shove the full hardness of it into her, make her hurt, make her scream with pain and pleasure. She wanted him to rip away her girlish hymen. She wanted to bellow with horrible pain and to become a woman.

Her middle finger began to work its way in between her cuntal halves. She held her breath, feeling the tingling grow more intense as she worked at herself gently. What if these were Andy's blunt fingers instead of her own? Who would ever have to know it happened? It would be their own guilty, sensual secret. Of course, she thought ruefully, Andy would never keep his mouth shut. He would tell every other boy at school, and they would all be after her. But would that be so bad, really? Once she had experience with one boy, she would be more than ready to move on to others. Of that she was certain. Susie wanted them all. She wanted to be just like the woman in the picture. She wanted to serve several men at once, to open her young body to them completely, to let them worship her sizzling flesh, to caress her tremblingly alive body, to turn her into a totally sexual animal.

Susie wondered as she fingered herself where Andy was at this moment and what he was doing. She wondered whether he ever thought about her, perhaps thought about her when he looked at the woman in his hidden magazine. That was impossible, though. After all, she and the woman were built entirely differently from one another.

Susie moved her free hand up to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. There was not much there, but there was enough. She squeezed at the softly yielding flesh of her small breast, and it began to tingle, just the way the area between her thighs was tingling.

She glanced again at the photograph of the woman being pleasured so completely by the three handsome males. How she wished she had three boys to do that to her. Andy could bring two of his friends, and the four of them could try all sorts of salacious things with one another. She would never be the same again, and that was what she wanted more than anything else she could think of. She would make Andy promise that he would be the first one to eat out her dripping cunt. She would love to have the others do it too, she had to admit, and she would let them take turns on her, lapping all the warm, fragrant juices out from between the sizzling lips of her crack.

She shivered lewdly at the thought of what it would be like to have their tongues there, eating, licking, sucking at her. They would drive her mad with passion. She would whimper and beg and sob for mercy, and she would actually be loving every second of it. The three males would laugh among themselves, congratulating one another about how they were degrading and humiliating her, and she would have the 1st laugh after all. She would scream with mock fear and raw, unbridled passion. What a scene it would be.

Susie was quivering all over now. She was so excited that she could hardly think. Susie stretched out onto her back. Her eager hands reached under the waistband of her panties, and she pulled them down to her trim ankles. Quickly, she pushed her short skirt up around her waist and out of her way. She did not care if she was in the neighbors' house, she was going to have to put out the fire in her loins or she would never be able to get back across the narrow bridge.

With passion hooded eyes, Susie gazed down the length of her slim body. Even though she was not fully developed, she liked her figure. She spent long hours before her full length mirror, just gazing at herself, marveling at the potential that lay within her. If she squinted, clouding her own vision, she could almost imagine that a full grown woman, a very sexy and desirable woman, was staring back at her from the mirror. That woman was afraid of nothing, was fully prepared to experience anything life had to offer.