Being Me - Chapter 1: My Little Introduction

by Tammi Licious

My husband: the light of my dreams; the darkness of my fantasies.

I was by far the most unnoticed girl at school. At a time when my fellow class girls would be reduced to trances of giggles and squeals over boys, I could just not relate. However, it wasn't as if I did not find myself sexually attracted; just, what I was attracted to would be considered shameful given my age. Well, actually, one would be considered as such; the other, which I discovered later -- very much taboo at any age.

I dated this guy from up my road simply because he was hairy. Not that I saw him naked or that I would ever want to... Truly speaking, I did not even hold his hand. Just the thought of me calling someone with a hairy chest and hairy arms my bf, kind of entertained me. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even attracted to him. Alas, he was also a total bore.

I never did consider dating a man. It never crossed my mind that one would even date me. And no, I hadn't thought about all the legalalities, for the law isn't right for everyone -- extremely generalizing if you'd ask me. I just never thought that a grown man will go for a still developing young girl given that society merely embraces the idea that only if a couple is above a certain age, is it right to date, be sexually active with each other, or to just be together. But, I guess their reasoning isn't bad as there are many who become obsessed and lack any care for the preteen or 'underage' he or she might be attracted to.

He wasn't so. Yes, he was a guy. A complete dog. But he would practically not harm a fly. He came into my life through my best friend. They met on a social chat application, became friends, began flirting and entered into a relationship. She would send him her self-nudes which, according to her, he treasured and would even make him jerk-off during the day. And she would show me his pics.

His was the first and, come to think about it, the only cock I've seen. I'm not sure whether it was big or small according to international standards but I was hypnotised by its design, colour and hairiness. Then she showed me a full naked. Whilst she was going on about how she preferred smooth and what not, as her voice gradually faded, I was becoming more and more mesmerized by the hairy chest, tummy, arms, legs and crotch I was captured by. Even after she put her phone away, the image was tattooed in my mind enough to close my eyes and see him. I had no idea what had come over me. All I knew was that for the rest of the day, I was wetter than when I played with myself.

My fantasies began in the very next period. As prefect, I had to serve relief over a Grade 1 class whilst all teachers had to gather for a meeting. I sat at the teacher's desk. Her seat was cushioned and I imagined that maybe his thighs felt the same, only muscular and hairy. I imagined I was sitting on his lap; his hard hairy cock between my ass cheeks, with his balls hair tickling my tiny pussy. I could feel his manly chest as I arched my back into him. I loved the feel of his arms around me, and his lips kissing the back of my neck ever so gently, brushing over my shoulders. I'd pick my small, tight ass up to allow his throbbing cock to spring toward my pussy which I'd lower onto his cockhead and slowly slide down, taking in all of his meat. It will hurt a bit and there will be bleeding but I didn't care. And then, whilst I gyrate on his hard cock, spread wide opened, that cute little girl watching my hand rubbing my clit, could replace my finger with her most succulent dark lips I've ever seen. And then, apart from my hand retracting, I froze.

The shock of me unconsciously fondling myself under the desk vanished immediately only to be replaced by the anxiety of fantasizing about this pretty little girl. I wanted to feel guilty and sick with myself but all I felt was the intense desire to rub my pussy again whilst this cute student, who just smiled at me knowingly, resumed her gaze between my legs. However, the fear of being seen by any other student helped fight off the craving.

As soon as I locked my bedroom door, my clothes were off faster than I'd ever undressed before. I flopped onto my bed, spread my legs and slid my middle finger into my dripping pussy. I'm more a fan of clit-play than fingering but today, I had to imagine him inside me. My finger slid in smoother than usual yet, I was still tight. Rather than rendering me afraid, the thought that what his cock - far thicker than my tiny preteen finger - would do to my extremely tight pussy excited me even more. My left hand immediately went for my clit, rubbing at it furiously, yet tactically, whilst I finger fucked myself imagining my man's hard cock slamming into me with his pubic bone slapping my clit each time he thrust into me. I slid a trail of pussy juice up to my tit and went straight for my nipple, pinching it and imagined him having it between his teeth. And, there she was again: this slender, dark-skinned cute little girl - who reminded me so much of myself, half my current age - climbing seductively onto my bed, crawled to me on all fours, bearing the naughtiest grin I'd ever set eyes upon, and began teasing my right nipple with her small, moist, sandy tongue. But her pause at my nipple was temporary; she crawled to my face until she was able to spread over my head; as she lower her hairless slit onto my wanting mouth, I exploded as I'd never done before.