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A "Great" Guy...the Bastard Growing up by phyllisroger He walked along side after school was out...me with my splendid profile, I thought, and what did I know...we were teenagers after all...each of us at stages of development in school...but I was ahead of the class, in History, too...but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature...admiring me and a few other girls from afar...I was lucky...my breasts were easily the nicest at school...it was a silent thing we all knew...mine were the best and allure the others were trying to catch up. What breasts meant we weren't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way home...one guy sort of tagged along with me, down the lane, toward my house..."Hey," he said to me. "Hey, back" I said...and we walked along. I noticed it was just us two..."Come on!" he said and pushed me to the side..."Stop," I said..."Why?" "I don't know, just stop!" I said. Well, as guys do, or don't, he didn't stop and pushed me to the side...down along a side street and then down to the ground..."Come on," he said..."Let me go," I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands...I didn't know a guy could have so many hands and they were all on me. I said, "Stop" again but he didn't. As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts...my early self-examinations...and checked them out without end...each curve and shape as they grew...the folds, tried different bras, checked the nipples which were sensitive and responsive...and here was this guy with one hundred hands exploring...it was different than self-examination...my nipples were hard before he grabbed...and I turned at him when he was there...his mouth on mine..."You are a little tease," he said...."I've watched black you parading around for us..." Maybe I had and he was all over me..."Stop this" I said and sat up and he pushed me down..."Let me go," I squirmed in his big hands and he let me up and I went home...pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps...he had gotten me...the bastard...my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over...feeling, exploring---two hands, ten fingers--not the rough hundred handed boy--I was still aflame with the moment, nipples hard and sensitive to my touch, my flesh had goose bumps but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my little hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my doggystyle bed, still catching my breath, the house quiet, the front door double locked. My thighs were so very smooth but my hands were setting me on fire. I couldn't keep them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist...slow movement, squeezing, releasing, my little lips and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, rough boy, I had escaped in time...in time for this! My feet were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at adorable my breasts, but he hadn't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH!..special spot, where my fingers were probing and stroking...what if he had done that...This was too much for me and my legs sprang together, holding my fingers...too, intense...too good for words. My legs pushed my fingers inside. He ran the cloth over her red vulva, down her thighs and legs. It immediately puckered and hardened in response. I felt a guy behind me standing with his phone, recording big Colleen. No need to censure it, man." 9:45. I took the condom and turned away from her. Well, we black were going to see. I pulled back, ready to try again. Karen and I laid allure out in the sun while my father and brother went in the house. “Maybe,” I told her as I pulled away, doggystyle my dick popping out of her juicy snatch. Although adorable there was one time when we were sat on the steps to some cathedral place, eating a sandwich that we’d bought when Ethan pointed out a guy who was taking photographs of me. Knowing that the only thing giving me a chance was her being in the shards I couldn't allow this. She didn’t see you, you know”. True to his word, Phil met up with Megan and Matt Schneider (Megan brought her brother along for emotional support) right before the next Council meeting, where Adam would be, and got the whole story from them. “Oh, I, ah, didn’t realise you wanted me to… like, okay, thank you,” she managed to stutter. I picked her up easily then spun and tossed her onto my bed, she bounced, laughing prettily as I grabbed my cock and waved it at her. “I don't know, I just remember... that we had a lot of fun together. I’ve got some crazy stuff planned out. His rod is thick and at least six inches long. “You mean we got to wear a condom after paying that much money?