Stacy's Pheromones, Part 1

by Polly Ester

Stacy sat in class, biting her lip and trying not to squirm. Beads of sweat dampened her face. "Why does this have to happen to me?" she asked herself. At 12 years old, Stacy was still relatively undeveloped. Her breasts were only very small mounds, and her pussy had no hair on it as of yet. Her libido, however, had developed off the charts from the rest of her body. The urge to masturbate would hit her several times a day, and it was getting harder to resist all the time. Her horny pussy craved attention on such a regular basis that it was becoming quite a nuisance.

The last period had been gym. Usually that was bad enough, having to witness all the sexy girls of her class changing in front of her, and then watching them contorting their bodies in ways that made her stomach flutter. Since she went to an all girl's school, she got to see a lot of sexy teenagers and pre-teen girls, and gym class was the best time for observing them getting all sweaty and moving their soft, lithe bodies about. This gym class, however, they'd gotten to use the pool and she'd been driven to distraction watching all her classmates in tight fitting swim suits. Then she watched them soap up their naked bodies in the shower afterwards. She was good at pretending not to look, but it was hard to keep up appearances and not stare.

Now it was the last class of the day, English. The teacher was making the students take turns reading aloud from Romeo and Juliet. It was getting close to the bell and Stacy knew that she was too far down the list to be called upon today. She tried to concentrate on what was being said, but it was a futile effort. A bead of sweat rolled down her face and onto the book, which she was holding tightly and pretending to read. The urge to touch her pussy was overpowering. "No!" she told herself sternly, "I must resist it!" She hoped nobody could hear the faint whimpering noises she was making.

She slowly crossed her legs and squirmed just a little bit, trying to put pressure on the crotch of her jeans. That only made things worse. She clenched her thighs. How much longer until class was over? She looked at the clock, it was 5 minutes until the bell. As horny as she was, that seemed like an eternity. She just couldn't get the memory of her classmates lathering up naked out of her mind. "Maybe..." she said to herself, "Maybe if I just touch it a little it will be okay..."

She uncrossed her legs slightly and placed her right hand on the crotch of her pants over the denim. She almost gave out a very loud whimper of delight, but she choked it back just in time. She crossed her legs tightly and began undulating slowly and grinding her fingers. "Oh god.." she thought, "I can't stop myself! If this goes on I'll be noticed!"

Luckily, the attention of the class was focused on the reader, and Stacy's desk was at the back in a corner. But still, if she continued at this rate she'd draw attention. She needed to stop, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't draw her hand away. She was starting to undulate a little harder and faster. This wasn't good! But... nobody had noticed her yet, and she knew that her pussy needed more. It needed direct contact. "No... I can't!" she thought to herself, but it was in vain. As though it had a mind of its own, her hand withdrew itself from her crotch only long enough to slip underneath the waistband of her jeans. As her hand slid under her panties and touched her bare pussy, he swallowed another loud moan, which came out this time sounding like a soft hiccup. She froze and looked around, but nobody seemed to have noticed.

She could feel the hot, sticky, wet pussy juice that was filling her panties. Her fingers began massaging her engorged clit, and Stacy began to tremble. She knew it wouldn't be too long before she came, and at the back of her mind she was terrified because she didn't think she would be able to cum without alerting the whole class. As much as she tried, though, it was out of her control, and she could feel her orgasm building.

Then the bell rang, which shocked her out of her mental state and allowed her to wrest control of her body. She shakily pulled out her hand, which was completely wet with shiny pussy juice, and rubbed it against her pant leg as best she could. She methodically put her books and pencils back in her bag while she tried to calm down, her breathing slowing and becoming more normal. The fire in her pussy, however, was undiminished.

She stood and put on her backpack. Then she noticed her friend Bridgett approaching. Stacy thought that Bridgett was incredibly sexy, and she'd spent a lot of time fantasizing about her and masturbating. The girl had long blond hair that went halfway down her back. She also had flawless creamy skin. Stacy, on the other hand, had shoulder length red hair and lots of freckles. Bridgett’s breasts were small, but well developed for her age and Stacy had to resist staring them as they were contoured through her white cotton t-shirt. She'd noticed in the shower that Bridgett had started to develop some small wisps of pubic hair too. The memory caused her pussy to twinge and she tried not to let her feelings show.

"Hey Stace," she said, "hot day eh? I guess it's affecting you extra strong, you're sweating buckets!"

Stacy gave a nervous laugh, "Yeah... it's really warm in here". She clasped her elbow and tried to ignore her uncomfortably sticky and horny pussy. It wasn't sweat juices that were leaking out of her pussy and running into the legs of her jeans.

"I'm just glad we got to swim today," Bridgett continued, "Cooled us off a little. I liked your new bathing suit, by the way! What did you think of mine?"

Stacy suddenly remembered Bridgett in her skimpy black bikini, the material outlining her ass crack and showing a hint of camel toe around front, not to mention her bare, smooth midriff and irresistible breasts. She let out a tiny squeak as her thighs tried to clench. She placed her hand down on her desk to steady herself. "Uh, yeah... it was... amazing!" she said in a small voice.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Bridgett asked, suddenly concerned.

"Oh, I'm fine.... the heat's just getting to me is all." She cleared her throat and tried to look normal. "Um, listen, I've got something to do but I'll call you tonight, okay?"

As she left, Bridgett noticed a funny smell in the air. She couldn't quite place it, but she suddenly noticed that her nipples were hard and she was feeling a little flushed and tingly. She shook her head to clear it and headed home.

Stacy walked off as normally as she could, even though her heart was beating a mile a minute and her pussy felt like a furnace emanating heat. Finally she made it to the bathroom and she sighed with relief when she saw that it was empty. She quickly made her way to the stall the furthest away from the door, got in, locked the door, threw her backpack to the floor and fumbled with her jeans, pulling them down around her ankles along with her panties. Sticky, creamy strands of pussy juice separated as she pulled her panties away from her pussy, and she took a moment to marvel at the layer of the stuff coating her panties.

Not even bothering to sit down, she placed one hand against the stall wall while the other went to town on her clit. She moaned with delight, she couldn't believe how wet she'd gotten. She tried to stifle her moans just enough that people outside the washroom wouldn't hear them, but she couldn't keep it down too much anymore. Her fingers sloshed in her horny slit as she fingered herself furiously, her ass was clenching and swaying and thrusting. Her moans were getting louder, she hoped that nobody could hear them. She was really close to cumming.

Suddenly the washroom door opened and two girls walked in, chatting casually unaware of what was happening so close to them. Stacy immediately froze, trying to keep herself as rigid and quiet as possible so as not to alert the interlopers about what she was doing. They'd just come in to do their makeup and gossip, damn them! The girls washroom wasn't for them to just hang out in! She shivered, her pussy was so horny it almost hurt! Her hips made a couple of involuntary thrusts and she choked back a whimper. She wiggled her ass around and tried to resist touching herself for as long as she could, but it was just no use.

"Fuck it!" she finally said to herself. "If they find out they find out, I don't care anymore! I need to cum!". She started fingering her clit again, but she still tried to keep her voice down. Luckily, the two girls didn't seem to notice.

Out by the sinks, one of the girls stopped and sniffed the air. "Hey, do you smell something strange?" she asked.

The other one sniffed as well. "Yeah... I wonder what that is?"

Suddenly they both noticed that their nipples were hard and they were starting to feel tingly in their pussies. They were silent for several seconds, and each of them was mentally undressing the other. Finally, one of them cleared her throat. "Well, I guess we'd better get going. Hey, do you want to have a sleepover at my place tonight?"

"Yeah! I'd really love that!" her friend replied, and they left the washroom eagerly chatting away once more.

Stacy moaned with relief as soon as she heard the door close. She stood up and buried both hands into her crotch, one playing with her clit and the other teasing her hole. She moaned and whimpered as she thrust her hips. Occasionally she brought the hand that was teasing her hole up to smear pussy juice over her nipples, and then pinch and roll them. Her hand was back down to her hole by the time she felt her orgasm starting. She began thrusting powerfully onto her tip toes, her hips thrusting her pussy into the air. She moaned and whimpered in time with her thrusts, and finally she came. Hard.

Stacy was a squirter when she orgasmed. This time she squirted like she'd never squirted before. For a girl, it was unusually thick and creamy, almost like a guy's cum, but she produced way more of it than any guy could ever hope for. She moaned now with abandon, if anybody had even been anywhere near the washroom they would have come in to check. Luckily, there wasn't anybody, and she was beyond caring now. Gobs of her pussy juice coated the stall as she came and thrust her hips in all directions acting like a human sprinkler. When she was finally spent she sank back against the stall door panting and twitching.

"Oh no! What a mess!" she said, "I didn't even know I could cum this much!! I need to clean this before anybody notices!"

Without bothering to put her pants and panties back on, she quickly went to work cleaning up. She used up all the toilet paper in her stall, throwing away loads of sticky gobs of toilet paper and girl cum into the garbage. Then she emptied out the other stalls. She tried to use the paper towels, but they weren't good at absorbing anything like this. In any case, what was left was only a slight film all over the stall, barely noticeable and it should dry soon. She knew it smelled but she hoped that would dissipate by the time anybody noticed. She started to put her pants and panties back on. Her panties looked like she'd dragged them through goo, but there was not much she could do about that. She was considering washing them in the sink when she heard footsteps in the hallway approaching. She quickly pulled them up and tried not to notice the squishiness. She hadn't wiped her pussy either since she'd used all the toilet paper on cleaning the stall, and that was still squishy wet as well.

The door opened. It was Suzy, a short dirty blond girl from Stacy's class. Suzy looked younger than her age, and she didn't look like she'd hit puberty yet. Stacy kind of liked that look too though, and she'd spent lots of time fantasizing about this little morsel. She remembered how Suzy had looked that day soaping herself up in the shower, but then forcibly tried to clear that thought from her mind. She'd just cum, there was no sense in inflaming her lust again. She was wearing tight spandex pants, and that didn't help matters any either.

She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and headed out the door, trying to look as normal as possible.

The overpowering scent hit Suzy as soon as she walked in. What was that? She noticed Stacy leave and suddenly felt the urge to watch her ass as she walked away. The smell was making her dizzy, and she could feel her pussy get real tingly and start juicing up. "What's wrong with me all of a sudden?" she thought as she sank to the ground on wobbly knees and pressed her hands into her crotch. Soon, in spite of her best efforts to control herself, she was writhing on the floor with her hands under her pants playing with her pussy until she came.