I have always been small for my age. Even when I got my breasts they
were smallish, people looked at me like I was younger than I actually
was. That has been a curse and a blessing. Today, at eighteen and
a half, most people think I am fourteen when they just glance at me.
I stand 5'2" and weigh a mere 98 pounds. My measurements are 32-20-32.
When I want to look very young I wear my hair in pigtails. But enough
about that. This is about losing my virginity.
	Thirteen What an age! The world was so exciting. My body was slowly
turning into a woman. I actually had breasts. Oh, they were very small,
but they were there. I hadn't started wearing a bra yet, I loved the
feel of my tee shirts rubbing across the nipples. I had been having
oral sex with my father for a long time by then, so here I was entering
seventh grade with more knowledge about sex than a lot of adults.
I looked at my classmates with a mixture of superiority and disdain.
If they only knew what I knew! 
	Enter my Teacher. Mister Kendal my first male teacher. Another first
for Lea. He was about 40 and a little overweight, not fat, just a
little pudgy. Up until then I had only female teachers, which I was
not interested in. (That would come later, but then that's another
story) I have always been attracted to older men, probably because
of my father.
	The first day went smoothly. We didn't have desks as such but sat
at three rows of tables. Each table was about five feet long by two
feet wide and two students sat at each one. I sat in the first table
middle row, right in front of the teachers desk. The first thing I
noticed was that the teacher seemed to look in my direction a lot.
He wasn't looking at me but was glancing downward somewhat. I was
very curious about just what he was looking at so I got up and went
forward to ask him a question. I turned and looked at our table and
my eyes widened. I was looking at my table mate's legs under the table.
Actually I was looking at her entire lower body. She was wearing jeans,
so he had to be looking at my legs. I was wearing a cute pleated skirt
that showed my legs to great advantage.
	I went back to by seat and sat in such a way as to let my skirt ride
up a little way, then I waited. Sure enough his eyes swept around
the room and when they got to my table they looked down and stayed
there. Slowly I opened my legs, showing my cute little white panties.

	His face seemed to get a little red and he stared. I moved my legs
a little wider as if I was stretching. I had seen that look before
on the face of my father when he looked at my pussy. What to do about
this knowledge. I reached down as if I had a little itch and idly
scratched across my panty clad pussy. He licked his lips. Wow!! I
had him! But how do I reel him in, so to speak. I spread my legs even
further and kept rubbing. His eyes flicked up and he saw me watching
him. I smiled warmly, still rubbing. He had the look of a cornered
rat for a second then glanced down and saw that I was still rubbing
my pussy. Then it dawned on him that I was doing it for him.
	For the rest of the week we played the game. I would wear a different
color panty every day. He would watch as I played with my pussy under
the table. Every once in a while I would get up and go to his desk
to ask a question. I would put the book down in front of him and ask
a stupid question while leaning against him. Then I would go back
and play with my panties once more. He took it for most of the week.
On Friday I went into the bathroom, took off the pair of panties I
was wearing. 
I walked by his desk and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
	"What color were my panties yesterday?" I whispered. 
	He stared at me for a second or two and then cleared his throat.
"Pink," he croaked.
	"Do you like pink?" I whispered.
	"I love pink." He was sweating and his eyes had a funny look.
	"I wore a special pair for you today." I whispered with a smile and
a little wave.
	I felt such power then. I had a forty year old man sweating over
the thought of seeing me naked. Probably wanting to fuck me. How far
could I take this without getting in trouble? Or did I want to get
into trouble? I went back to my seat trying to decide just what I
wanted. The feeling of power was a little scary. The thought of having
this man kiss me, lick me, even fuck me was intriguing. I knew He
wanted me. Did I want him. I was still a virgin, sort of. I hadn't
been fucked by anyone, but I wanted to be.
	I kept my legs very primly together for nearly an hour. I could see
him stealing look after look in my direction. Finally I opened my
legs, while lifting my skirt up my legs. I thought he was going to
faint dead away as he stared at my bald pussy. My fingers wandered
down and touched my tiny clit. I could see him licking his lips hungryly
as he watched in total facination.
	When the bell rang I took my time to straighten my table, waiting
until all the other students were out the door before I rose and made
my way past his desk.
	"Miss Adams?"
	"Yes, Mister Kendal?" I turned toward him, smiling.
	"uh....uh," he stuttered. "I have a problem, Miss Adams."
	"Can I help you with your problem, Mister Kendal? A big smile this
time.
	"Uh.....Uh, you seem to be my problem, Miss Adams."
	I walked over close to him, not really knowing how to solve the problem
that he was having between his desire and his fear of losing his job,
maybe even going to jail. I knew he wanted me. He was sweating again.
	I was right up against him now. "I would like to help you with your
problem, Mister Kendal. I would do anything you wanted me to. Is there
anything you would like me to do?" I was sliding my hand up and down
his leg, finger tips barely touching. I knew that the contrast of
my tiny,delicate hand on his large leg was sexy. My finger tips were
coming close to his crotch.
	He seemed to make up his mind. "Would you like to come to my apartment?"
he was really sweating now. "For a coke or something?"
	"When?" My fingers were closer to the prize now.
	"Tomorrow?"
	"Yes, Mister Kendal. What time? I will need your address."
	He scribbled the address on a note pad. "About noon?"
	"Should I wear pink panties Mister Kendal, or none at all?" My finger
tips were an inch from the bulge in his pants, finger tips scratching
lightly. I knew what my father liked and figured most men did also.
	He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "Oh God! I wish
you would wear none, or maybe those black lace ones."
When I got home I told my father that I wanted to go visit a friend
from school the next day.

A new adventure
	Saturday I stood in front of Mister Kendal's door at exactly 12 noon.
I had spent the morning bathing, shaving and dressing, even though
I had only a little fuzz. (my father liked it very smooth) Softly
I tapped on the door. I think he must have been standing at the door
waiting, because the door opened immediately. He glanced up and down
the hall and pulled me in. He had a scared look in his eyes. I came
in and looked around. He was a neat person, the apartment was not
dirty or cluttered, I liked that.
	Mister Kendal was very nervous, so I tried to put him at ease. "Do
you want to kiss me?" I asked as I moved close to him, placing my
hand on his arm and looking up at him.
	He took me into his arms a kissed me lightly on the lips, very sweet
and gentle. I could feel my pussy responding. I snaked my arms around
his neck and returned his kiss. His hands were sliding over my butt
and he pulled me close. I could feel his cock pressing against my
tummy. I could feel the hunger in him. 
	He led me to his bedroom and turned to me. "I will be gentle Lea,"
he said.
	"I know you will." I slipped my skirt down and stepped out of it.
I was wearing a sexy pair of lace panties that my father had bought
me and I stood there letting him drink me in. I knew that I looked
good. Slowly I raised my tee shirt over my head, exposing my small
but lovely breasts to his gaze. I could see the lust in his eyes,
his hands were trembling as he stood transfixed. Slowly I hooked my
fingers in my lace panties and slid them down. He gave out a gasp
as my pussy came into view.
	"Oh my god!" he whispered. "You are so beautiful!" His eyes were
fixed on my tiny pussy. I was so glad I had shaved it that morning.
 
	I let my panties fall to the floor, stepping out of them. He had
not moved. I moved slowly across the room towards him. I was a little
nervous but not about what I wanted, just about the next step in my
sex education. My father had told me that it would hurt a little bit
when I lost my virginity but that it would go away quickly. I was
ready for the pain.
	He fell to his knees as I moved to him. His eyes were still fixed
on my pussy. Then I felt his mouth on my mound, then his tongue flicked
across my little clit. The excitement was more than I could bear.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I pulled him into my hungry pussy.
	Reluctantly I pulled away from his wonderful tongue and lay down
on the bed. I reached up and beckoned him to me, watching as he hurriedly
threw off his clothes. I got a fleeting glimpse of his hard cock as
he slid in between my waiting legs and buried his tongue in my hot
pussy. I could feel my first orgasm starting to build in my loins.
His tongue was deep in my pussy as I raised my legs and placed them
on his back, opening myself wide open to his probing tongue. Now his
hands were under my little ass and he raised me off the bed. Suddenly
I felt his tongue flick across my ass hole my very first orgasm burst
forth. Never before had I felt such a feeling. My stomach twisted
into a huge knot and I began to climb that mountain of ecstasy. I
was clawing at his head, pulling him back to my starving pussy as
the orgasm built. Finally, I let out a scream as it burst upon me.
My legs were jerking uncontrollably, my stomach heaving as it flowed
through my body.
My hands were flaying in the air as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed
through my young body. My body was shaking uncontriollably as I pulled
him. "Take me, please take me now." I begged. "I want to feel you
inside me." I held out my arms as he scrambled up betwen my waiting
arms. Then his cock was at the opening to my womanhood. It pressed
against the opening, it was too big, it wouldn't fit in the tiny opening.
He pressed harder and the head slipped inside. I felt a tiny bit of
pain but it was bearable. Ever so slowly he pressed on. I felt my
body recoil a little.
	He stopped pushing. "I'm hurting you!" He cried, starting to release
the presure.
	"No! No!,"I screamed in his ear. "It doesn't hurt. FUCK ME!!" I screamed
as I pulled him to me. The pain wasn't as bad as the need to gain
my release from this huge knot inside me. I wrapped my legs around
him and pulled with all my might.
	He gave a mighty thrust and I felt my body being split in too as
his cock plunged all the way inside my burning pussy, taking my hymen
with it.
	I screamed as I was impaled on this huge pole. I was scratching his
back as he began to move in and out. The pain was intense. I was crying
out from the pain. Then it became bearable, then began to disappear
as pleasure began to replace it. Suddenly I was moving in unison with
him. The orgasm was building again, larger than before. I was meeting
his thrusts with thrusts of my own. I rotated my lower body until
my legs were wrapped around his waist and I was urging him on. His
cock was thrusting like a mighty piston. Causing the sides of my pussy
to stretch and contract
	"Fuck me, Fuck me Fuck me," I was whispering into his ear as I  pulled
and tugged at him. I had never, in all my young life felt such a wonderful
feeling, as wave after wave of orgasms rolled over me.
	Then I felt his cock pulse and with a mighty groan his cum flooded
into my waiting womb. Spurt after spurt of cum was filling me. It
brought new waves of ecstasy. Finally, I was a woman, I thought. It
was better than I had ever dreamed it would be.
	I felt him begin to soften, but still I held him inside me, my legs
wrapped around his waist.
	He finally pulled out and rolled over beside me. "My God," he muttered.
"That was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced."
	"Yes." Was the only thing I could say.
	We spent a long time just lying there, getting our breathing back
under control. Then he led me into the shower. We spent a great deal
of time washing and exploring each other's bodies. I discovered why
it hadn't hurt any worse than it did, considering how very small I
was. My teacher's cock was about six inches long when hard but quite
slender, only about one inch in diameter. It fit in my mouth very
nicely.

  
Oh Teacher