Sexual Awakening

The Awakening SexuallyI don't remember the exact age I was at the time, only that it was very young, and from then on I have a pleasant memory.... It was a cold morning in February when I told my father that my throat hurt and I didn't want to go to class, so he, being understanding, let me stay in bed and went off to work. I slept for a bit longer and had an erotic dream, because by then I already thought about boys in that way and it really turned me on to see someone's dick live, but I hadn't yet fulfilled this fantasy. A friend had taught me how to read her father's porn magazine and we were both shocked by its big dicks, although I was still scared just thinking that one of those giant things might try to get into my little thing. So I thought it would be better to find a young guy's dick. I wanted to caress it, love it, and pamper it. Knowing how it felt to touch one was strange for a girl like me who was still a virgin. Even today that idea still attracts me - a young and inexperienced dick to teach! What a delight! Every day I would discover myself thinking that one of my classmates would show me his and then he'd smile at me and tell me to suck it, just like I had seen with my friend Lisa in her father's dirty magazines. How disgusting! I thought back then. The thing is that on that morning, alone at home, I got very hot between various daydreams and woke up with the feeling of having a very wet little thing, so I got up to pee and while washing my hands in the toilet bowl, I gently ran my finger over my labia and concluded it was true. So I peed, cleaned myself up, and went back to bed. In bed, I dedicated some soft caresses to my small labia under the sheets above my underwear. So hot! I started feeling excited doing it, noticed how my underwear got wet, so I ended up taking them off, leaving the way clear for my fingers to slide along the groove formed by my... small vaginal lips. The sensation was electrifying, I had my finger very wet to the touch, felt the lubricity of the natural lubricant from my vagina on her, while with the opposite thumb moved them in circles over my lubricated finger. I continued to explore my vagina, never better said, with my finger and delighted in the tremendous excitement that those delicious caresses made me feel. With the other hand, I was caressing my breasts and hardening my nipples, always having had large tits and discovered that I enjoyed tracing circles with my fingers on my areolas, tracing them like the curves of a racing circuit. It were hours of tremendous excitement, without hurry, but without pause I caressed her smoothly, without reaching to penetrate me with my fingers, since I was a virgin and thought it would hurt me. Little by little, I learned to do it, to know until where I could go so that it wouldn't hurt and the point where the border was marked that I couldn't surpass. I don't know how long I stayed in that sweet torture, only remember that at a given moment I decided to accelerate the rhythm to intensify those sensations and there it was when I experienced my first orgasm. I felt convulsions, I moved around on the bed like the exorcist girl, jumping frenetically on her and arching my back until the limit. I stopped for a while and rested, then continued pleasing myself, and that's how I spent the entire day! When my father brought me some soup to eat, he asked if I didn't want to get up a bit and I shook my head, then he sat beside me for a while as I ate. —It smells weird here, don't you think? You don't want to wash yourself. —No dad, nothing appeals to me like the way I have it —I replied and that's true. —Well, tomorrow you'll take a bath and if you want, you won't go to school either, is that okay? I nodded while caressing my cheek and he left. Indeed, I noticed that it was my sex that had filled the room with its sweet and inconfundible aroma. I died of shame thinking that my father might suspect I had been masturbating all day! The next day, I didn't go to school and surrendered again to the newly discovered onanistic practice.ExplorationIn the following days, at school, I turned into a predator of young girls. There was a chubby boy, Santi, who didn't talk much, but I knew he liked me and we were neighbors and classmates. So one day, I managed to coincide with him on his way out and for us to walk back home together.

—Hello Santi! —I said, surprising him from behind.

—Hello Clara! —he said, jumping in surprise, putting himself on guard first, since there were some guys who picked on him, and then, when he saw me, showing a wide relief smile.

—Are you going home?

—Yes! —he said, cutting off a bit short.

—Okay, I'll accompany you! —I said, as if it was nothing.

We continued walking together. He had trouble talking, so the situation got a bit awkward and I decided to take the lead in the conversation.

—Hey, honestly, math homework is killing me! Would you mind helping me out with them? —I said with my usual smile.

—Oh, sure thing! No problem at all!

—Okay! Do you mind if we go to my place now then?

—Now? Oh good! I suppose we can hang out for a bit before lunch —he said, a bit more confident in himself, perhaps buoyed by my offer.

—Perfect!

There was little time left until my house, so I kept chatting with him to make sure he didn't get nervous and gradually gained confidence. I remember that when we were kids, we used to be friends, but since then we had drifted apart.

We entered the house. My father would be late from work, so I'd have time to experiment. I told him we could sit on the sofa and brought out our books and notebooks to supposedly do our math homework.

—Do you want something to eat?

—I don't know, my mom will probably already have dinner ready! —he excused himself.

—Ah good! —I said, stroking my large breasts over my jersey that made them look bigger.

He looked at me and laughed nervously. Then I lifted my leg and crossed it over my knee, which caused the pleats of my skirt to fold between my legs and reveal my... naked thighs. I found it funny to see him trying to eat, but then he would fall into temptation and devour me with his eyes, eager for my body. -- Santi, can I ask you something personal? -- Personal? Well, yes, I suppose so -- said, getting nervous in front of my strange question. -- Do you masturbate? My question left him petrified, it was a tense moment and I recognized that I had gone too far with him. So I put my hand on his knee and tried to calm him down. -- Relax, it's just curiosity! I confess that I do it -- I said to break the ice. -- You? -- asked, slightly surprised by my intimate confession. -- Yes, I do, the other morning I lied to my father! I told him I was sick and stayed home alone, then I caressed myself between the sheets and it was very pleasant, but I don't think I reached orgasm, I never had an orgasm, and you? -- Do you? Well, yes, I think so -- he said, licking his thick red lips. Then I caressed my long hair and played with my fingers in a sensual gesture while sighing. -- And you, how do you do it? -- Good, well... -- said, standing still. -- Do you touch your pubic hair? -- Yes, of course! -- confessed him as if it were obvious. -- I caress my lips with my fingers, push them into my groove and... um! -- I said while turning to caress a breast. -- Yes! I caress myself with my fingers, up and down, you know... -- he confessed. -- No! I don't know, explain it better! -- I said. -- Well, I don't know, I fuck you from the tip, below the glans and with my fingers I rub it, up and down. -- Um, it seems exciting! Would you do it in front of me? I proposed. -- How! -- he said very nervously. -- Well, come on then! -- I said giving him a gentle punch on his shoulder with my fist. -- I don't know, Clara! It's just that I'm embarrassed! -- he said getting very nervous. -- Me too, what do you think, look at what I'm going to do to make you feel comfortable. Then I took off my sweatshirt and showed him my white bra with my white cleavage between my breasts. -- I don't have very big tits, don't you think? -- I asked while playing with them I was gathering to increase trying to increase its size. —Oh no, they're great! —he said with his eyes like plates, fixed on my breasts. Santi remained as if extasiated, his glasses almost fell off from the shock, I laughed and pulling his head, I pushed his nose between the mists. The air was cold outside, but Santi was shivering and shouldn't be cold. Then I pulled out a breast and offered it to him to suck. —Do you want to suck it, eh? —Of course! —he said very briefly. I got closer and he lowered his head until he was very close to my nipple. Then I felt his warm breath on my areola and I got excited a lot. I had to put my hand on his neck and bring him closer until he put his lips softly around my nipple and this made me feel a deep shiver and exhale. —Oh, come on suck! —I ordered, before his unnerving passivity. As if I had activated an internal spring, his lips sucked in my nipple and licked it with his tongue, almost making me jump off the sofa, what a sensation! —Oh, how good Santi! From here I let go and grabbed my pants, feeling his dick through his underwear. Feeling its hardness through the fabric. And I kept rubbing it on top of the same while he was eating my breast. —Show it to me, come on, I want to see it! —I ordered him to stop. —Really? —he asked with a silly face, then that poor boy. —Go ahead and find it yourself —I said a bit tired of his passivity. Then he quickly pulled down his underwear, and I introduced my hand through it and palpated his bulge with some clumsiness. —Oh, how fat you have it! Isn't it? —I laughed, now the one who was nervous was me. —Let me help you —he said moving my hand away. With more skill than me, no doubt accustomed to taking it, he pulled it out quickly through his underwear. Then I stayed looking at it, now the extasiated one was me. It was very white and appeared to be very soft, with its glans coming out slightly between the folds of its foreskin. ¡Come on touch it! —I ordered him severely.

His fingers timidly grasped his dick underneath his glans, as he had told me, and began to go up and down, causing his foreskin to slide over his glans and it would protrude when he lowered it.

I thought that since it was so big it would have a bad dick, not as fat as the ones I'd seen in magazines, but although it wasn't very long, it was quite thick and its size impressed me a little. I thought about what it would feel like when I put it inside me, but then I imagined being pregnant and discarded that idea.

¡What a beauty! Do you let me try? —I said excitedly.

Do you want to try? —he asked stupidly.

So I stopped responding and got to work. I grabbed it timidly, almost touching it and moved its foreskin just as I had seen him do. It was the first time I'd grabbed one of those and before all I admired how soft it was and how warm it was. So I delighted myself with it and occasionally gave him a discreet glance while he moaned.

He took the initiative and started sucking my nipples, to make his job easier I pulled both out over the bra and he dedicated himself to sucking them alternately, putting my small nipples hard and very red. Making me enjoy intensely while my hands continued to masturbate him.

Then images of me sucking it came to my mind, I saw myself as a promiscuous one doing it, like if my other self, my unconscious, were watching the scene from above the hall and my body was there sucking Santi's small dick under his big belly.

Suddenly I got so excited that I grabbed his dick and jerked it off so quickly that poor Santi couldn't take it and came in my hand. With enormous surprise I saw how his dick started shooting out streams of semen, as if it were a second heart and he was growling like it hurt him, until I started to worry if I had hurt him by grabbing it with such force. But no, it ran in my hand and put on the lost cum pants. --Oh, what a disaster! Now how am I going to get home like this --the poor one lamented. The truth is that it made me laugh, although he didn't find it funny at all. What shame if his mother loved him like that! --he must have thought. Look at my hand, you've filled it with cum --I said, moving it away from me as if I didn't want it. I pitied him and took a small towel to clean my hand, then passed it to him so he could clean up in front of my observing eyes. I watched him do it and delighted in this simple gesture, seeing how he cleaned his dick that was still hard. When almost finished, the sound of the main door's lock was heard. My father was back! So I ran to get the towel and hid it behind the sofa while he quickly grabbed it and pulled up his pants. --Get out of here! --I ordered him severely again. So we found ourselves in the living room while I thought about whether I would see the disaster of his stained pants. From there, I hurried for him to leave. --Hi dad! --I said, throwing myself over him so he wouldn't see Santi. --Hi daughter! Who is this boy? Ah, it's the neighbor! --he recognized him instantly. --We've done homework together! But you know that, don't you, Santi? --But Santi was already nervous like me. --Well, then, go whenever you want! It's good that you help my daughter with her homework --my father said, surprised by the sudden encounter at our door. Santi left hastily and I breathed a little more relieved, but had he noticed anything?The AwakeningIf you still don't know me as an author, I'll leave my bio here for you:
I've written erotic stories since I was young. I remember the first one, in that story I wrote about a classmate, a shy and beautiful girl who caught my attention. I wrote this story on a Spectrum 128Kb + 2A and saved it on a cassette! But unfortunately, I lost it.
It has been a long time since then. Today I write erotic novels much more complex stories, but I will always remember this brief story.
If you don't know me, I hope you enjoy my stories and get hooked! If so, you know how much you enjoy reading them!

White Zorro.