Today after school I went to my English teachers house for some ‘one on one’ tutoring. My little cunt was quivering all day just thinking about it. As soon as I got to his house the fun started and I spent all afternoon on my knees. Mr. Novel is such a sweetie; he even let me make dinner for him when we were done!
Today my smart ass comments got me in trouble with the substitute teacher. Ms. Jessica was her name and she is sexy as hell. Every time she bent over or turned around my twat would start to drip.. She handed out a pop quiz and I raised my hand and asked her if I let her suck my nipples would that get me an A. The whole class started laughing but her.
Then that cunt put me in the corner. She left me there for the rest of class and when the bell rang to leave I went to get up and she smacked my tight ass with her ruler. I was in detention. She gave me my test so I could do it again and then she started saying that she would never let a worthless stupid cunt like me fuck my way to an A maybe a D. That’s when I laughed and said she hasn’t seen my sticky twat yet. She grabbed me by my pony tail and sat me on the desk pushed up my skirt and held my leg and started rubbing my cunt. She smiled and said what can you do that no one else has ever done to me. I smiled and said I will tongue fuck her perfect rosebud asshole. What I did to her would make your balls drain.
I have a pretty bike. I wanted a Razor scooter soooo bad, I begged my Daddy for it! I said, “please, please, please, Daddy with a cherry on top and little candy sprinkles!” The thing is, the reason my Daddy was nervous about getting it for me is because it’s for grown-ups secretly. It looks pretty because it’s pink and it’s little, but it goes really really fast. I like to ride it without a helmet, too, and my Daddy gets so mad at me 🙂 sometimes he spanks me for it. Like sometimes, like last week for instance, when I fell and scraped my knee, he kissed it once. Then he took my fun scooter away. You wanna know what kind it is? It’s a special type called a Pocket Mod. The scooter’s name is Bella because that’s the model that it is. I love my scooter 🙂 It’s so fun to ride and I really do try to be safe on it, I swear! It’s sparkly because I put some stickers on there that are shaped like daisies and I like to peel them off halfway whenever I get nervous. Sometimes I get nervous because of the issue I have with grown-up men staring at me in public. I am always afraid that they’re going to touch my private places. But I know now that I really like that after all. So I just ride my bike and go to the park and sometimes the grocery store. I think I’m getting nervous now because my school is giving me a mean new janitor to replace Abner who was our old one but did something bad, I think, and got in trouble. When I get in trouble, all I wish for is my Daddy to spank me, but it doesn’t always happen, so I think that’s distracting me from my studies. I have to go now cuz I’m getting called for dinner, but I’ll show you what my bike looks like, it’s great. 🙂
My soccer coach told me that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. I wonder if that’s how it is with Daddy, too. I always wonder what gets his Daddy dickie going. If only I could feel the roughness of his hand spanking my bare bottom once again! I feel like I’m a bad little girl who needs to be punished, and once my Papa swats me really good, I’ll have learned my lesson and become his special good girl. Maybe my soccer coach can spank me if I ask him. The other day when I was tying my cleats, my friend Janine went over to him crying because she got a cut on her elbow. Mr. Jackson didn’t give her a bandaid or anything at all. He patted it distractedly and told her to buck up. Maybe he meant to say ‘fuck up’ or ‘suck up.’ I’ve heard my Mommy and Daddy saying those adult words before. I don’t know. Maybe I was always meant to be a roughhoused little girl, and my Daddy’s pride and joy. Now if only I could get him to spank me already!
Drag me in your office by my hair and tell me just how much of a little slut I am. Make me submit to you in the most disgusting ways. I want to please you. My pussy is throbbing at the thought of being all kinds of nasty for you. I know I have been bad and I must be punished. Don’t you agree? So tell me what my punishment should be. Do you want to tie me down and force your big rock hard cock down my throat? Watch me squirm and try to get loose. I know my round plump ass will turn you on when you spank me with your flogger. You will be more than head master. You will be my master. Leave the head to me. Just tell me what you want master. I will happily serve you in any way. Tell me all the nasty things you want to do to my juicy love cave. Please invade all of my holes. I love when you fuck me in the ass while you have a hand full of my long blonde locks. I’m your little whore and you know just how to handle me. Set up a hot torturous phonesex session master, lets make this happen!
The other day I was walking around the mall and got myself really lost. For some reason, I can’t ever stay close to my Mommy! I kept wandering around to look for a nice adult to help me, but I was still scared. Grown men kept looking at me really serious-like. Their looks always make me nervous. That’s because I know that they like to touch me in my private places now. I decided to go wait in Claire’s, the sparkly pink store with pretty barrettes and earrings, even though my Mommy and Daddy wont let me get my ears pierced. Mommy would find me there! But she didn’t…..because I never even got there. Instead, just as I was passing a water fountain, I bent over to get a sip of refreshing cool water, and I felt someone put his hand on my little girl bottom! It was a big, strong, grown-up hand, and it started squeezing my little cheeks. The thing is, we were out of sight of nice, happy people and I was all alone with a stranger! “STRANGER DANGER!” I started screaming. “STRANGER DANGER!”
The scary stranger man swooped down right in front of me! There was oodles and noodles of fierceness in his eyeballs. “Be quiet,” he warned me with a mean hiss. His scary grown-up hand had moved away from my bottom to clamp over my mouth, instead. My terrified shrieks were now nothing more than muted aggression. I tried to kick him like my Mommy told me to do if I was even in danger, but the scary serious grown-up man just clenched my jaw harder until I whimpered painfully and cut out my screaming. “Good girl,” he breathed in my face. His breath stank of the hearts and souls of many little good little girls before me. I also could’ve sworn I’d gotten a whiff of sopping, musky kitty juices on his tongue. My own little cunny started getting a little wet right then. That’s because the sweet spot between my legs has learned to grow moist when stranger men and women touch my privates.
“Good,” the scary stranger man conceded. “Now, I’m going to take you to my favorite, special store, little girl.” He waited for me to nod before he went on. “It’s called Spencer’s….you ever been to Spencer’s?” With his hand still suffocating my mouth, I shook my head. My jawbones were really starting to hurt from getting squeezed so hard. Also, a little bit of saliva was dribbling out of my mouth, on account of the fact that my lips were skewed open slightly. This made the meanie man laugh. “Well, kitten, I think the two of us are going to have some fun together….” I shivered as the stranger dragged me away from the hiding spot behind the restrooms, where the water fountain was. I followed behind him like a good little girl because he told me to pretend to be his daughter, or he’d kill me and my whole family. Then he tugged me into Spencer’s which was NOT pink at all! It was all painted black and made of bricks, and there was graffiti everywhere. The scary stranger man went to the front, and pulled me by my little hand very hard to go along with him. I followed petulantly, and he picked out some weird things from the wall. There were little beads that looked like necklaces, and teeny tiny egg-shaped bullets. After the guy checked out, he forced me back to my hiding spot, and pulled down my pants behind the water fountain.
“I hope you like my little gift, girlie,” he cackled evily. Then he spread my butt cheeks and stuck the necklace right up my bottom hole! I screamed, but it just made him happier, and he rubbed the hard, erect front of his pants against my little girl backside. Then he grabbed the little bullets and touched something on them, they started making a noise like BUzzzZZzzz. He stretched open my little kitty and shoved those bullets inside of me, too! I was screaming and crying so hard, but he kept abusing my little holes while he jacked off at the same time. Then he exploded his load inside of my panties, and made me pull them back up and wear them like that. I waddled tearfully back to the front of the mall, where my Mommy was waiting for me. I didn’t say a word about it…..but I just hate Spencer’s very much….
Growing up, everyone was excited about finally getting pubic hair, both girls and boys. Now, all we want to do is get rid of it! I’ll admit, I love the feel of my poonanny when it’s freshly shaven and silky smooth. (Maybe, that’s the reason I love rubbing and licking on my daughters’ bald pussies.) And, sex does feels much more wet, without hair down there. I just feel like the hair is supposed to be there! Isn’t that why we have it? It grows for a reason, right?
My mother told me hair keeps the germs out, so I won’t have a dirty kitty. But, I have found that it’s easier to clean my cunt when there’s no werewolf guarding it. So, I usually compromise. I keep some on top, because I’m a grown woman, but I shave all the good stuff, because I’m a sexy bitch! LOL
Maybe I should put my cock sucking skills to use and get some of this tuition paid. I’m kidding, not really though. I was at this wild ass party last night and I got so drunk I blew a guy right there on the dance floor. Or maybe it was two. Then we played spin the bottle like in the old days… I think I tongued a girl down and maybe got in some heated sex in the closet with my new crush. I cant really remember. All I know is that I gave one hell of a show. I cant wait to tell you all about it. I’m sure some people think I should be burned at the stake for my little performance but to hell with them, they’re no fun. I’m a fucking coed for goodness sake. I’m supposed to do shit like this! I have to say though, I am kind of loving all the attention. Is it bad that I’m not even embarrassed? Like not even a little bit? Oh well. I’m a hot piece of chocolate, and we do crazy things. Plus my daddy and brothers would be so proud of the little slut they taught me to be. Don’t you agree?
I am building a popsicle stick house in school. My Daddy bought me a huge box of Crayon popsicles because those are the ones I like. I know Daddy likes to watch me lick and slurp my long rod icy treats because he imagines that I’m sucking on his Daddy-dickie with my little pink tongue.
Since I’m not advanced as an artist would be being mean and saying that theirs were better and mine is stupid. It made me cry soooo much that I ran out to the hallway and into the closet. It was dark and kinda scary in there, but I didn’t want to go back to class so I stayed to sniffle a little bit.
It was then that I realized I heard footsteps! It was Abner, our janitor. All of us call him by his first name since we’re around the same age and all. He came into the closet and asked why I was crying. I told him about my popsicle stick house and he made a frowny face to show he felt bad for me. Abner told me he could make me feel much better, so I let him stick his hand up my Powerpuff Girls T-shirt even though my Daddy warned me about strangers who wanted to roll down my panties. I hoped it would make Daddy mad that I did this so he could spank me again.
Before Abner could put his long penis inside of my slippery vagina, I heard a KNOCK, KNOCK at the door and all of a sudden my teacher Mrs. Sullman was there. She did not look happy at all to see my little boobies all uncovered ‘cus my nipples were getting hard in the air-conditioning. She started talking to Abner in a really mean grown-up voice, and then she pulled him away and told me to put my shirt back on. Mrs. Sullman didn’t take me to the nurse or anything. I don’t know why, but she didn’t come back to class, either. Maybe she went to make Abner’s hard penis go away by sitting on it like Mommy and Daddy did once when I walked in their room without knocking.
When I get home and tell Daddy what happened, he’ll punish me for sure! I can’t wait to feel the roughness of his hand against my bare bottom and scream out in pleasure again.
When the going gets tough, the rough get fucking.
Strap-ons are my new obsession.
But I’m used to sliding up and down on a more natural dick pole, so I didn’t know what to think when my friend Katelyn told me about pegging.
She told me I’d love it, though, and since I was feeling especially horny today, I agreed to try it. We made a bet that if I didn’t like it, she’d find a real cock (and man) to impale my asshole, but that if I did like it, I’d have to call her by ‘Princess’ from then on.
Weeelll . . . I’m a tough chick who can take a pounding, and I don’t go around saying shit like that. She not only shoved me down hard, just how I like it, but she giggled and told me she was going to claim my ass for herself. Then she strapped the dildo around her narrow hips and pinned me down on the ground, thrusting in and out while I withered in pleasure.
When I finally came, I screamed “Princess Katelyn” for her–and now I’m glad that she won that bet, because now Katelyn and I are going to get together for more female fun again and again and again. My ass belongs to her now, but she is very generous toward naturally dick-endowed crowd . . . cum one and cum all!
