My First Time—Scout Leader

by lilbitluv

What I Learned in Scouts

I can remember my first full encounter as if it had just happened earlier today. I was very naive, as the only knowledge I had of sex being the gossip I had heard from the other girls at school, and with the oldest of us being barely 11, almost all of what I heard was either incorrect or misunderstood. I was still a year away from learning about sex in 5th grade health class.

I now know that I was slowly seduced, but at the time, everything that happened just seemed normal. The strange thing is I'm not unhappy about my experiences, just worried what might happen if the wrong people find out. I don't think I would be in trouble, although I'm sure some people will look at me funny if they find out I like having sex with girls and not guys. But I'm very sure my scout leader and her friends will be in trouble if it gets out what happened that day and many times since.

I really enjoyed Ms. Hayes being our scout leader. She was only 28 and a substitute teacher at various schools in the area. She also lived in the same apartment building as my family so it was easy to go to our scout meeting every Wednesday after school and before my parents came home from work. My brother would go to the Youth Center the same day, so my parents knew they didn't have to rush home and often didn't get home until almost 6 that day. This was our pizza or go-out-for-supper night each week. Since the apartment building was just a few blocks from school, my parents didn't worry about us on the other days. Once we punched in the security code to get in, we were as safe as could be. As long as we had our homework done by the time they got home, we could watch TV until they arrived.

Since I knew no one would be home until almost 6, I started staying at Ms. Hayes apartment after our meetings ended which was usually around 4:30. She seemed to enjoy my being there and I liked being there with her. I look back and realize now that I didn't get a lot of real affection from my mother and Ms. Hayes somehow picked up on that. She started saying nice things to me, complimenting me on how I looked and on things I did in school and scouts. The first time she asked if I wanted to wait for my parents in her apartment, I said yes without a second thought.

At first she just helped me with my homework or scout things. I didn't pay attention when she put her hand on my shoulder as she often did that with all the girls during our meetings. I don't remember when she first put her hand on the back of my neck under my hair but I do remember really enjoying the light rubbing she did there.

One day I sprained my ankle at school during recess and was limping around during the meeting. She had me sit with my leg up on a chair and put a cold pack on it to make it feel better. Several of the girls joked about seeing my underpants but it didn't matter to me since there were only Ms. Hayes and my friends there that could see.

After the other girls had left, Ms. Hayes asked if I would let her massage my ankle to make it feel better. Being a few months short of 11 and naive about first aid, I said sure and soon found myself lying on the sofa with my lower legs on her lap.

My ankle actually did feel better while she was rubbing it but I don't know if that was because of her or because the swelling had finally gone down from use of the cold packs. Whatever the reason, I was enjoying her attentions when she asked if I wanted her to massage my legs too. She had just finished complimenting me on how pretty and muscular my legs were, and with that praise still in my head, I agreed to let her massage them also.

As I lay there, she slowly worked her way from my ankles up the front of my leg to the thigh. It felt really nice and I was enjoying it so much that I didn't notice (or really care when I finally did notice) that in the process of massaging my upper legs my skirt had been pushed up so that it was barely covering my panties.

I was enjoying the attention she was giving me so much, that when she asked me to roll over, I did it without question. As I did so, I felt her adjust my skirt so that when I was lying on my stomach, it was now up to my waist and I could feel the cool air on the back of my panty. I only thought about it for a few seconds, wondering why my skirt should be so high if she was just massaging my legs, but I trusted my scout leader totally. After all she was an adult lady, had already seen them earlier, and it wasn't as if a boy would see my underpants like they tried all the time at school.

She had adjusted our positions so now my upper leg was lying across her lap instead of just my feet. I spent the rest of that afternoon in pure delight as she massaged my legs until it was time to go back to my apartment. She did tell me not to tell anyone about the massage as the other girls might get jealous and want it too, so it would be our little secret.

The next few meetings we developed a routine that I found very enjoyable. As soon as the other girls would leave, I'd lie down on the floor with my school books and do my homework as she massaged the backs of my legs. I would do my work as fast as possible, for as soon as I finished she would have me roll over and she would massage the front of my legs. Each time I lay down, I would lift my hips as she rolled my skirt up to my waist.

That changed the first time I wore pants to the meeting. When I started to lie down, she said it would be hard to massage me through the material of the pants. When she said that if I still wanted a massage I needed to take them off, I didn't even hesitate. I rationalized there was no difference between lying there with my skirt up to my waist or lying there with my pants off. In either case my white underpants could be seen but no one was there to see except Ms. Hayes, and it was ok for her to see them as far as I was concerned.

I guess it was a few weeks later when I noticed that her massaging was going farther than just my legs and neck. I felt her hand slide under my blouse in back and start rubbing my lower back. I looked back over my shoulder at her and saw her smiling at me. When asked if I would like to have my back rubbed too, I thought about it for maybe 5 seconds before saying, "Sure. Why not?" I lay there across her lap, as she used one hand to rub my legs and the other was up under the back of my blouse rubbing my back. I just continued to do my homework, with her watching and helping if I had a problem.

When I finished my homework that afternoon and rolled over on my back, she pushed my blouse up a little bit and we finished the afternoon with her rubbing the front of my legs and my stomach and waist. It tickled a little bit but it felt nice and I was feeling warm and cozy by the time I had to put my pants back on and go home for supper.

Now we had a new routine, for as soon as the other girls left, I would take off my slacks or skirt and my vest before I lay down. My blouse was a little large for me (my mother said I would grow into it) so Ms. Hayes had plenty of room to put her hand under it and massage my back. But it wasn't long before instead of putting her hand under the blouse, she would push it up until my back was fully exposed and would massage me that way. When I rolled over on my back she would again push my blouse up until my entire chest and stomach were freely open to her rubbing. It wasn't long before it felt normal to be lying there with only my panties covering my body below my upper chest, since I hadn't started wearing a training bra yet.

It had only been a couple of months since she had first rubbed my ankle, but by now I was so comfortable with her massaging me that when she told me to take off my blouse before lying down, I did so compliantly and without question. That afternoon I got a massage from toes to head and back. I still had on my underpants and she didn't touch anywhere that they covered but when her hand made contact with my nipples for the first time I felt a strange feeling like I had touched an electric wire go through my body and I shuddered.

Just before she touched them she had told me how pretty I was and how my body was starting to develop. She had just commented on how my nipples and the area around it had grown when the heal of her hand brushed across one nipple and a few seconds later brushed across the other. I was staring at her as she did it and when my body jumped she smiled as if something important had happened.

She asked if I liked what I felt and I honestly told her I didn't know as I had never felt it before. In response to my answer, she took both hands and, pressing a palm on each nipple, started rubbing them in a circular motion. The feeling of my nipples rubbing against the flesh of her hand made me feel even stranger, as if my body was getting hot. I didn't understand what was happening, especially when I felt a wetness in the crotch of my panty and thought I had peed myself. Suddenly I felt worried and upset, but it was because I thought she would not like me if she thought I had wet myself, not because she was rubbing my bare nipples.

I think when she saw my face she thought I was scared about what was happening so she quickly stopped rubbing my nipples and continued rubbing the rest of my body, all the while telling to just relax and enjoy myself, everything was ok.

I was enjoying myself as she continued to caress me and the only thing I was worried about was if she would see my wet panty and make fun of me for peeing my panty. I was positive she saw, because she spread my legs to rub the insides of my thigh and hesitated for a second before smiling and continuing. But she never said a word and when I finally dressed to go home I liked her even more for not saying anything. When she put her arms around for our goodbye kiss, this time instead of kissing me on the cheek, nose or forehead, she kissed me directly on the lips. I responded by holding her as tight as I could, kissing her back the best I knew how.

As soon as I got home I went into the bathroom and changed underpants. Since my mother only bought me plain white cotton briefs I didn't think she would notice how many were in the wash. I was surprised just how wet they were when I took them off so I looked closer. It wasn't stained yellow as if I had peed and it had a different smell to it. But they were too wet to wear so I put them on the bottom of the clothes hamper and hoped they would dry a little and maybe the stain would not be noticed.

When the next meeting time arrived I was feeling conflicting emotions. I wanted her to massage me again, especially on the nipples like she had the previous week, but I was afraid I'd pee my panty again. I did notice that although she always treated everyone in our troop the same she seemed to be treating me as if I was just a little more grown up, putting me in charge of our project and in handing out the snacks. By the time meeting was over I had forgotten about my worries and was just hoping to be massaged all over again.

When she closed the door as the last girl left she turned around to see that I had already removed my slacks and was taking off my vest and blouse. Usually she wore a scout blouse and slacks but because of how messy we had been during the meeting she had changed and was wearing terrycloth shorts and a t-shirt. She just smiled as I finished and stood before her in just my panty, my other clothes folded neatly and lying on my socks and shoes. As I lay down on the blanket that had been put on the floor, she walked over to me and, sitting on the floor beside me, asked me what my homework was that night.

I think I did my homework in record time. It wasn't as large as normal, just 20 math problems, a chapter in history plus answering the 5 questions at the end and I was to bring in a current events article about our state government. I lay across her lap during the 20 minutes or so it took me to finish as she caressed, rubbed and massaged my back and legs. When I finished and rolled over on my back, I saw her looking at me with a strange questioning expression on her face.

That was when she asked me if I had been upset the previous week when she rubbed my nipples. I blushed and stuttered a bit but was able to tell her that I liked her rubbing my nipples, that it made me feel all warm and tingly. Then she asked why I had been upset and I just blushed again and tried to look down, which is hard to do when you are lying on your back across someone's lap. She persisted and I finally started to cry and said I was sorry, that I didn't mean to wet my underpants when she rubbed my nipples, it had just happened without my knowing, and that I really wanted her to rub them again and I would try not to pee this time.

She surprised me when she started giggling and finally started laughing. That was when she pulled me up to a sitting position on her lap and holding me in her arms explained that I had not peed myself. What had really happened was that since I was older now, my body was reacting to the stimulation of being rubbed and was being sexually aroused and prepared for making love.

When she asked me if I was sure that I wanted her to rub my nipples again, I said yes so enthusiastically she laughed again and said, ok, she was going to give me the best massage I had ever had. But, she said it would be better if I took off my panty so it would not be stained when my body reacted to what was happening.

I still didn't fully understand about being sexually aroused or making love, but the thought of my mother finding my panty all wet and stained was enough for me to strip it off and place it on the other clothes. Barely 3 months after I had first allowed her to rub my ankle, I was totally nude and anxiously waiting for her to rub her hands all over my body. Even if I didn't fully understand what happens when a person is sexually aroused, I knew I wanted more of that feeling when she touched me.

This time she didn't lay me across her lap. Unlike previous times, she put me on my stomach and spreading my legs knelt between them. This time the massage covered the entire back of my body including my butt cheeks. When I finally rolled over on my back, I was feeling really warm and could tell that I was more than slightly wet between my legs.

As I wondered about this, she again spread my legs and pulling on my hips slightly positioned me so I would have been sitting on her lap facing her except I was lying back on the floor my legs straddling her. She then started massaging my legs working her way up to my exposed privates. I was wondering if she was going to rub them also (I remembered the gossip at school about a couple girls that rubbed themselves there and made themselves dizzy) when her fingers just brushed lightly over what I called my pubey lips before rubbing my lower stomach and abdomen.

Several times I thought she was going to go low enough to rub my girl parts but each time I only felt a light caress before she finally worked her way up to my nipples. At that point I just let myself go and let her do what she wanted. I was experiencing that strange feeling again and this time it was even stronger.

Each time she leaned forward to rub my nipple I felt the terrycloth of her shorts rubbing against my crotch. It wasn't long before, even through the haze of my nipple arousal, I noticed that the wetness coming from my crotch was soaking the front of her shorts. I would have been worried about her being upset but I was enjoying the feelings I was having and I suddenly realized that it was no accident that I felt her rubbing against me. She had changed our positions and I was lying on my back with my legs fully spread. She was leaning over me and pushing her hips forward and against me. The result was we were rubbing our crotches against each other with her sliding the terrycloth material all along my crotch. I finally realized that it wasn't happening by accident as every time she leaned forward over me, she would push her hips down and forward so the material of her shorts would rub against my crotch.

The resulting stimulation against my genitals made me feel even more tingly and aroused. It felt like sheer heaven. I was starting to really like the feeling she was causing and when she stopped and told me it was time to get dressed and go home I moaned as I wanted to continue. She just told me it would be even better next time and with that thought I started getting dressed.

I saw the front of her shorts and was surprised just how soaked they looked. She saw me staring and laughingly said that not all of the wetness came from me, that I had aroused her too and part of it had come from her. That was the first time that the possibility that she was feeling what I was feeling had even entered my mind. I do know that just before I left to go upstairs, we held each other and kissed for a few minutes, and I felt her hand on my butt pulling me against her. I cooperated by kissing her and pressing myself against her with my arms around her and holding her as tight as I could.

I was on pins and needles all week waiting to go back to her apartment. The memories of how she made me feel filled my dreams and I was anxiously waiting to find what she meant when she said it could be even better. Looking back now, I realize just how naive and innocent I was, as I had no real idea of what I was doing or what I would be doing soon.

I'm reasonably sure that had it been one of the men in my apartment that had tried to do anything to me I would have been upset and told someone. But this was my scout leader and I never once felt uncomfortable about what we did although when I think back and imagine what it might have looked like if anyone ever saw us, it might have raised eyebrows.

A naked girl just a month shy of 11 years old lying on the floor on her back with her legs fully spread and her genitals totally exposed to what was happening. A 28-year-old woman leaning over her, rubbing the young girl's nipples as she rhythmically pushed her crotch against the young girl's naked genitals.

Even now, I think of that image and how I so easily accepted being that young girl. I fully trusted Ms. Hayes and during my seduction, she never once did anything that hurt me. She actually had me enjoying what she was doing to me and even though I now know that she was molesting me and preparing me for even more extreme sexual activities, I know that if given the option I would allow her to do it all over again.

The following meeting day it was as if fate and destiny had everything planned for what we did. My parents asked Ms. Hayes if I could stay about a half hour later than normal as they were going to attend some after-school event with my older brother. Of course she said yes. Then we got out of school early that day because of the after-school event and our scout meeting started and finished an hour earlier than normal. At 3:35 the last girl walked out the door, and I started undoing the buttons on my vest. Instead of the usual hour to hour and a half, we would be alone together for almost 3 hours. She made a remark that she was going to make sure I felt real good the whole time I was there and I believed her.

It took me just couple of minutes to undress and Ms. Hayes went into her bedroom to change also. She came out wearing a thin tube top (and I could tell she was not wearing a bra underneath) and the same terrycloth shorts as before. Lying down across her lap, I did my homework as normal as I felt her hands rubbing up and down every inch of the back of my body, even squeezing and spreading my butt cheeks. Like the previous week I didn't have a lot of homework and finished it very quickly. But in just that short period of time, I was already feeling tingly and warm from her rubbing and, I realized, from the feel of my skin against her bare legs.

When I finished, she surprised me by not having me lie on my back but instead sat me across her lap with my back supported by her one arm. I suddenly recognized the position as one my brother would have me in when he was practicing what to do when he was on a date. This image made me giggle and when Ms. Hayes asked me what was so funny, I told her how I would sit on my brother's lap and he would practice kissing me as if I was his girlfriend.

She looked strangely at me and asked if he ever touched me on my nipples or my crotch but I just laughed and said all Randy ever did was kiss me all kinds of different ways and rub my arms and legs, that no one had ever touched me like she had.

Almost as soon as I said this, she leaned her head down and kissed me on the lips. I responded by kissing her back, putting my arms around her neck. When I felt her open her lips and probe my lips with her tongue I again remembered my brother's practice kissing and opened my lips to allow her tongue in. I was surprised to find that French kissing Ms. Hayes was a lot different than with Randy. It wasn't as sloppy and actually felt strangely nice to have her lips and tongue tangled with mine. My brother would put his whole tongue in my mouth but she just used it to tease and poke at my lips and teeth.

I was so focused on her kissing that I missed her hand rubbing my upper leg until I felt it push my legs apart and start rubbing the insides of my upper thighs. Then she stopped kissing my mouth and started kissing my ears and neck, slowly working her way down until suddenly she kissed one of my nipples. This light contact sent a quick thrill through me and it became even more intense when she took my now rock-hard little nipple in her mouth and started biting and sucking on it.

But even that shock didn't keep me from noticing that her hand had gone from my thigh to cupping my genitals. As she sucked, licked and bit at my nipples, alternating from one to the other, her hand stared rubbing along the slit between my pubic lips and on the mound at the top. I found myself getting very warm and it wasn't long before I felt the wetness start seeping from my vagina.

As soon as she noticed the wetness, I felt her fingers part my pubic lips and another finger slip between to meet the wetness that was now seeping out. I could feel the finger sliding through the liquid and up and down my crevasse. Then it seemed to be searching for something near the top and when it found what it was looking for I suddenly found a whole new world of arousal going through my body.

Until that time I had no idea that such a thing as a clitoris existed but my body knew how to react. As she rubbed and diddled the sensitive nubbin, my head went back and I gave a long moan, and without conscious thought my body arched my hips up to press my genitals against the hand that was making it feel so good. I was losing control, for it felt as if my body wanted to explode from the dual stimulation of her mouth on my nipples and the finger that was sending hot pulses from my groin. I know now just how right I was as she suddenly slid a long finger deep inside my girl hole and wiggled it about. That put me over the top and I had the first orgasm of my life.

My body convulsed and shook as the muscles tightened and relaxed. I heard a long groan and only dimly realized that it was me. At that moment, she could have done anything she wanted to me, as I had no power to resist. I didn't know at the time that she did had a great many plans for me, but was being very patient.

I finally relaxed and smiled up at her as I recovered from what had just happened. When she asked if that had been my first orgasm, I just nodded, still too dazed to speak. Then she smiled and said that there were many more to come and that she was going to show me all the ways to experience them.

I just lay there contentedly as she held me. Her hand was at my groin, the finger still slowly sliding in and out of the hole that until now had never had anything other than a wash rag make contact between the pubic lips. She wasn't rubbing my clit or doing anything to my nipples but I knew that there was more to come. After all she had said earlier that she was going to make me feel good for almost 3 hours.

She looked down at me and asked if I wanted to do something that would make her feel good too. I agreed almost immediately, wanting to do anything I could to let her know just how much I was enjoying what she was doing to me. Pleasing her suddenly seemed the most important thing in the world to me.

When she told me to pull down the tube top that was covering her breasts, I did so and stared at what I someday hoped to have myself. They weren't real big, maybe between a B and a C cup, but they were firm and round like the girls in my brother's magazines. As I looked at my flat chest with my quarter-sized areolas and eraser-sized nipples and compared it to hers, I just wished I had some just like them.

When she told me to kiss them just like she had kissed mine, I did so without a second thought. I found they had a strange but pleasant taste to them (later she told me she had rubbed parts of her body with coconut oil) and as I started kissing them, the memory of her lips on my nipples returned. I immediately started sucking and kissing her nipples, surprised at how large they grew, almost an inch or so long. I knew I was doing it right when I heard her moan. That was when she took her hand from my crotch, put me on my feet and stood up. She picked me up and, telling me what a great little angel I was, carried me into her bedroom. As she laid me on the bed I knew that things were going to get very interesting because she kept saying how she was going to show me all the delights I would ever want to experience.

I watched as she removed her tube top and pulled down her shorts. I was surprised to see that she had not been wearing any underpants, but was really surprised to see that she had no hair on her genitals. But I forgot all about that when she lay down beside me, pulled me against her, pressing her entire body against mine as we started kissing. I felt her leg slide between mine and her hand pushing on my butt, causing my groin to press tightly against her thigh.

She put her hand on the back of my head and directed it until I was again facing her breasts. I realized what she wanted and went back to loving her breasts like I had been doing earlier. I felt the hand that had been on my ass slide around and between our legs, and realizing that it was headed to my genitals, I pulled my hips back and spread my legs to allow her access to what I hoped would be more stimulation of that strange button inside my pubic lips.

I wasn't to be disappointed for as soon as it had slid between my pubic lips, enough to get well lubricated, it started back to what it had been doing before and I felt the heat and arousal start rebuilding.

It had felt strange enough when I had been lying naked on the floor while she had been massaging my body, but now it felt even stranger. We were both naked and lying in her bed, and even as naive as I was, I knew this was not normal. But it felt sooooo good I didn't care. I had reached the stage in my seduction that I was now willing to accept whatever she did to me, as long as it continued to make me feel the strange wonderful feelings that were now surging through my body. I'd made the choice, whether consciously or not, and what happened next took me past the point of no return.

I felt her laying me back on the bed and I just lay there as she started kissing all over my body. Her hand continued to slowly caress my clitoris while one finger started sliding in and out of the opening to my vagina. I really didn't know all the proper names for everything at the time, but my knowledge of anatomy didn't matter as my body reacted to her continual stimulation.

Her kisses were now at my nipples and it felt like an electric surge every time she sucked or licked them. When she left them and kissed down my abdomen, I felt like begging her to go back to the nipples, but by that time I was too busy moaning and breathing so hard I couldn't speak. I had no idea what was in store for me but it didn't take long to find out.

When her lips started kissing the top of my mons, in the back of my mind I wondered if she was really going to kiss my pee hole. I forgot all about my pee hole when she first reached and licked my clitoris. The wave of heat that shot through me made my body arch and I gave a moan that must have been heard in the apartments next door. There was no doubt in Ms. Hayes mind that I had just climaxed, even if I didn't know that myself. All I knew was that it was the greatest feeling I had ever experienced and I wanted more.

I felt her hands pushing my legs farther apart and without thinking I cooperated, spreading my legs as far as possible and lifting my hips to try and push my cunt against her mouth. Anything to get more of that feeling was all that was in my mind. Her tongue went to work, all the while a finger was sliding deep inside me and wiggling around, adding to the stimulation.

When she sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves between her lips and sucked, I had a second and this time an all-consuming orgasm. My body convulsed and I lost all track of anything that was happening. An army could have marched through the room and I would have never known.

I must have passed out as the next thing I knew, I woke up to find my body being lightly washed by Ms. Hayes. She was using a warm wash rag and it felt very nice as she cleaned me up. We were still lying naked in the bed and when she saw my eyes open, she smiled and gave me a light kiss on the lips. My legs were still fully spread and she was very carefully washing my genitals.

I felt the rag slide between my now swollen and puffy pubic lips and poke a little at the opening hidden there but she didn't push up inside. She barely touched my clitoris but even that light touch brought out a small moan from me and a smile from her.

I smiled sheepishly back at her, still uncertain as to whether what we had done was good or bad but knowing that I really didn't care. I wanted to do it again and she must have seen the look of desire on my face.

"Did you like how I made you feel, Angel?" she said softly, the smile on her face telling me she already knew the answer.

"Oh Yes!! It was wonderful!!" I answered, the memory of her tongue on my clit flashing through my mind and bringing a warm flush to my body. "Can we do it again? I don't have to be home for a long time yet."

"We will do it again before you leave but first it is time I teach you how to do to your partner what I just did to you. The secret of making love is for your partner to enjoy it just as much as you."

I looked at her in confusion as I tried to think of what I was supposed to do. She saw my confused look and without a word rolled over on her back and pulled me on top. Our naked bodies were in full contact as she started giving me instructions on how to please my lover (even though I didn't know at the time that we were now lovers and that she would introduce me to a few more in the future).

She had me start by kissing her on the mouth and then kiss her all over her face and neck before starting down her body. When I reached her beautiful full breasts, I went after them exactly like I thought she had done with me, licking, sucking, and biting them lightly.

Her response when I first sucked on them was electric as she suddenly took a deep breath and gave a long low moan. "Yeessssss!" she moaned. "That is perfect!"

I spent several minutes enjoying the taste of her breasts, and started to realize that she was getting the same feelings that I had felt earlier. I could feel a wetness on my abdomen where it was pressed against her crotch and her body felt warm. She was now breathing very deeply and the low moan was almost constant.

I felt her push on my shoulders as she directed me to continue to kiss down her body. That was when I first realized that my face and mouth would soon be at her crotch and her hot button. That was when I finally understood what I was expected to do. I knew that I was now willing to do anything to please Ms. Hayes and when my face finally reached her genitals, I started doing to her exactly what she had previously performed on me. I started by kissing around the insides of her thighs, getting closer and closer to the red swollen and puffy pubic lips that were fully exposed to my view. The smell was strange but in a nice way. I had expected to smell pee but instead smelled an odor that seemed to draw me closer. I didn't know then what musk was, but I think now that the pheromones were doing their job as I found myself getting aroused too.

I finally took the next step and brought my lips and nose and pressed them against the outside of her genitals. The wetness that had been seeping from inside was on my nose and lips as I allowed my tongue to make its first contact. One lick and it was as if I had hit an open switch. She pulled at her legs to spread them even further and I was staring between the lips and at the hole that had been hidden there. Even more, I could see at the top of the lips the bundle of flesh that I knew I was expected to stimulate.

My second lick started just below her sex hole and finished by sliding the full length of my tongue against the pink clit. Her reaction was to arch her back and give the same type of long moan that I had done when the roles had been reversed. Encouraged by this I did everything I could think of to make her climax just as I had.

I think my enthusiasm made up for lack of technique, but it was obvious I was doing ok. Her body was now as hot and sweaty as mine had been earlier as she shuddered and shook as waves of passion went through her. For a little bit, I continued the long licks between the puffy lips and finally I kept my mouth on her clit as I braved putting a finger inside. I guess my finger was small and being older her opening was larger, but my finger slid in easily and I explored inside, wiggling my finger trying to feel the walls of the cave-like place it found.

This sent her on another wave of moans and shaking and somehow I found myself putting 2 then 3 fingers inside and wiggled them around, trying to touch the walls on different sides. At that moment I sucked her clit hard and wiggled my tongue against the tip.

That was what sent her over the top as her body tightened, arched and then shook in convulsions. It scared me a little but I continued what I was doing until she pulled my head away from her crotch, exclaiming that she couldn't take any more. She collapsed then, my fingers sliding out from inside as she pulled me again up to lie on her sweaty hot body, my head pillowed on one of her heaving breasts.

We lay like that for several minutes, the only conversation being her telling me over and over what a great little angel I was and how well I had done. I lay there listening to her compliments, looking at the nipple that was rising and falling before my vision as she breathed. I could see a bead of sweat still on it and without thinking, I licked it away.

Her body shivered when I did that and when I looked up at her face she was smiling at me. At this point I was still feeling somewhat aroused and I think she knew it. Still listening to her praises I made no resistance as she lifted my body slightly and pushed at it until I was turned to face her feet. I saw her hairless pubic lips again, this time from a different direction but I didn't have time to think much about it.

She had placed me so my crotch was directly over her mouth, and pulling at my hips, they made contact. Within seconds I felt my pubic lips being pulled apart and her tongue seeking it's target. I was still wet and aroused from bringing her to climax and it wasn't long before I was moaning and shaking from the waves coming from that tiny bundle of nerves.

It took me a minute or two to realize why she had put me in this strange position but when I guessed what she wanted, my head went down immediately and soon I found her little nubbin. I started licking and sucking on it and for the first time (and definitely not the last) I became part of the famous 69 position.

Still a novice, by the time I finally brought her to orgasm, I had experienced 2 more myself. I remember just how exhausted I was when we finally stopped and lay holding each other for a few minutes. Then she picked me up and carried me to the shower where we washed each other off. I allowed her to dress me; for some reason she liked to do that rather than watch me dress myself. Then with one last hug and kiss I went up to my family's apartment, arriving 10 minutes before they got home.

I spent that 10 minutes thinking about what had just happened. I knew that what we had done was wrong in the eyes of my church, what the nuns had taught at our catholic school and probably a lot of other people. But all I could think of was how good it felt and how much Ms. Hayes had praised me. I was too young to know anything about pedophilia, lolitas, lesbianism or stuff like that, but I did know what I liked and that was being naked and making Ms. Hayes feel good while she made me feel good back.

I knew then, that I would be spending a lot more time with Ms. Hayes and hopefully a lot of that time would be very private.