A girl from school drops her knickers and treats me to my first hand job.
I’d reached the age of eighteen. I’d been masturbating for about five years. At my all-boys school I’d masturbated and hand-jobbed with lots of other boys. But the closest I’d ever gotten to naked female flesh was the naked women I’d seen in the porn magazines the boys at school shared around.
Like all the boys around me I was sex-mad. I wanted girls but girls were inaccessible. There was an all-girls school next to mine. There was a white line across the school yard between the boys’ side and the girls’ and it was all but a capital offence for a boy or girl to be caught on the wrong side.
Often the girls, safe on the other side of the line, would tease us by letting us see up their skirts to show us their school regulation white cotton knickers, and if we were very lucky a peep of naked pussy. After a tease like that, while the memory was still fresh, it was time for a visit to the boys’ school toilets to add another semen stain to a toilet cubicle wall.
Then one day I was walking back home after school. My walk took me across a large public park. I became aware that a girl from the girls’ school was following me and slowly catching up on me. She was my age, average pretty, studious looking, with shoulder length brunette hair. She was dressed in the school uniform of a short sleeve white blouse and necktie, a pleated tartan wrap-around skirt, black socks up to just below the knees of her bare legs and sandals.
Like every girl, as soon as she’d left the school gates she’d rolled up her skirt waistband so her skirt was pulled so high up her thighs that her every movement or gust of wind threatened to treat every interested boy to a peep of her white cotton school regulation knickers.
I slowed down so she might pass me so I could get a good ogle of her legs, bottom and hopefully her knickers. But instead she drew alongside me. We looked at each other then she said:
‘Would you like a hand job? I’ll pull my knickers down for you.”
As she spoke she formed her thumb and forefinger into a ring and bobbed her hand in a gesture I knew very well. In my boys’ school it was an invitation to join another boy in a toilet cubicle or a secluded part of the school grounds. There we would drop our trousers and grey school regulation briefs, play with each other’s cocks till they were ready to explode, then wank each other to cum. With her other hand she flicked what little there was of her skirt up to give me a momentary glimpse of her knickers.
There was a public toilet block in the park. I’d been in the mens’ part many times jerking other boys off and being jerked off. The girl and I went into the women’s part. It was much less filthy than the mens’ part though on the walls were the usual crude suggestions and graffiti of naked women and erect penises. We went into a cubicle, which was relatively clean and fresh-smelling.
A moment later the girl had undone the clasp holding her wraparound skirt together and it fell to the floor. Her bare legs were as shapely as any porn girl’s. My hand was instantly on her bottom feeling her through her knickers. I was amazed how soft and smooth her bare flesh was compared with boys’ thighs and bums.
I didn’t wait for her to pull her knickers down. I was so excited I pulled them down round her thighs myself. She spread her legs as wide as her knickers stretched round her thighs would allow and she thrust her hips toward me. I’d seen thousands of girls’ cunts in porn but this was the first naked pussy I’d seen for real. Her neat little strip of dark hair round her vagina slit looked just like a porn girl’s pussy.
“Touch my pussy!” she said excitedly, nudging her cunt toward me.
I hardly needed to be asked! I slid my hand down her smooth front and ran my fingers through her bush. Her pubic hair was much less coarse than any boy’s I’d played with. My fingers found her vagina slit and as I stroked it and slipped my fingers inside between her wet vagina lips she gave a little gasp.
“Feel my bum.” She said, and she turned her back on me, bent over, let her knickers drop, spread her legs wide and wiggled her bottom at me.
Her smooth bum cheeks gleamed under the light. Her bottom was so much more round, soft and smooth than any boys. I slipped my hand right under her between her legs to fondle her pussy again from behind. Her excited squeal and how she squirmed told me that got her really excited.
She stood and turned to face me. Then with me fondling her pussy and thighs all the time she franticly undid her blouse. She was wearing a bra. She pulled her bra down. Her breasts were quite small, just grapefruit half shaped, with pink nipples that were standing out like corks. But they were my first view and feel of female tits!
“Now my tits!” she gasped with excitement.
So there I was with an excited all but nude girl as sex-mad as me in my hands. I felt her soft round breasts. She really liked it when I caught her nipples with my fingers.
“Go on, get your cock out!” She said.
I dropped my trousers. As you can imagine, my cock felt like it was having the biggest, stiffest erection of its life. It was pushing out my briefs in a huge cone. She gave a little moan and felt my iron hard cock through my briefs. Then I slipped my briefs down and let my cock bounce out.
“Oh! It’s so big!” she gasped.
It was nice to be told I was so big. I’d wanked lots of bigger boys but I wasn’t telling her. I was full erect, bending up about six inches from my thick bush of pubic hair to my big purple-grey erection-swollen cock head. I spread my legs and thrust my cock and balls toward her. I undid my shirt and pulled it out of the way.
I’d had my cock and balls felt and stroked by lots of boys but nothing prepared me for the exquisite explosion of sheer sexual pleasure as an all but naked girl’s soft petite hand touched me. Her fingertips were light on my balls and as she ruffled my cock fur. I involuntarily tried to spread my legs as her light fingers slid under me between my legs. I almost came as her fingers explored, stroked and gently massaged the stiff length of my straining penis shaft and its big soft so pleasure-sensitive head.
“Is that nice?” she kept asking me as her fingers explored my genitalia.
All I could do was gasp and grunt. She took that as a yes.
“How do I do it for a boy?” She suddenly asked, and I realised it was her first time too.
No boy ever needed to ask me that!
“Wrap your hand round my penis and stroke it up and down. Pull the loose skin and slide your hand right over its head.”
“Like if you were fucking me? Like this?”
My penis was so thick she could only just close her petite hand round it. She got the action and the gentle squeezing just right. The ring of her thumb and forefinger caught the base ridge of my cock head just the way I liked. All I could do was gasp, grunt and ram my penis and balls against her hand.
As she pleasured me she snuggled against me so her cunt hair was brushing my bare thigh. My hands roamed over her bottom, her bare back, her thighs, her tits and of course her cunt.
Though I was franticly excited I took a long time rising to a cum. Some boys I’d wanked had been so excited they came the moment I closed my hand round their straining penises. After minutes of exquisite pleasure I started to rise. I dug my fingers hard into her bottom to pull her naked body against me.
“Coming!” I grunted as I rammed my hips forward in my orgasm thrust.
Seconds later my orgasm exploded. She squealed with excitement as my penis jerked in her hand and my jet of semen splashed against the cubicle wall. I stepped back from her and stood with my half erect penis dripping a long strand of semen.
“Is that boys’ cum?” she asked. She picked up her knickers and used them to wipe my semen off my cock and off the wall. “I’m not going to put my knickers back on,” She said. “I’m going to keep them with your cum on them and show them to the girls at school.”
Then she gave me an excited hug.
“I’ve wanked a boy! Thank you.” We had both scored that day.
With that we dressed and left the toilet block. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then we went our separate ways.
I looked out for her across the school yard white like the next day. She wasn’t one of the girls who showed us their knickers. In fact I never saw her again and I never even asked her name.
