Naughty Stories

My First Time

I’ve always been … adventurous. Exploring all sorts of … things, people, and places. It didn’t take me long to find out about my body, for my fingers to find the deep caverns of pleasure and the small buttons of ecstasy that I was born with. By ten I had explored it all, especially with long fruit.

I was an early starter. The early bird gets the worm, right? When I was eleven, my small rose buds had more than begun to develop. And there were lots of other birds out there wishing they had the attention I had, even from older men.

By the time I was fourteen things were more than settled in. I’m sixteen now, and everything has matured, but this story is about my first time, so I’ll describe what I was like back then, looking at this picture in front of me.

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I’m wearing a pink skirt, a small blue top, spaghetti strapped, and that’s it. I found out early that underwear only hindered my naughty hands, so why bother. Less laundry, right? Under the blue top were my pair of 34 B breasts, my nipples hard in the photo because I had been dealing with some .. hard company.

All guys love my tits. Because they’re beautiful. I’m not making it up, each guy I’ve been with has said, after I take off my top, and my tits fall down from the shirt, jiggling, the words ‘beautiful’ ‘gorgeous’ or ‘jesus’. There isn’t much difference between me with a shirt and me without one, but their jaw always drops. And then its their pants.

I’ve never grown much hair on my pussy but any hair that was that no longer is; I make sure to shave every day. It makes me feel sexy. My pussy has always been small, even though it can stretch to fit some big big guys. It’s probably because I’m a petite girl, 5′4” in that photo, and now 5′5”. I weighed 100 pounds then, and now I’m 105. Thin but I eat whatever I want, and I always swallow.

My hair often gets me compliments. Brunette with wavy long hair past my shoulders, and I have bang which some people cannot pull off but god I can. I’m not afraid to stare at guys with my eyes. They’re green with little pockets of yellow. My mom used to say I have cat eyes because I’ll look at someone intensely until they look away. Most of the time, if it’s a guy, I’m fucking him in my minds eye, and I like to see if they can tell. Normally they look away immediately. Some of the fun ones keep looking. And sometimes the get to look as I ride them hard. Hard.

That was me two years ago. Maybe I’ll tell you about myself now in a later naughty story. But let’s get on to it. My first time.

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