Straight Female / 24
It all started when I was young in Catholic grade school. I think I was I fourth or fifth grade when I noticed the boys always trying to get a look at my panties, you know the thick white cotton ones. It was the same for the other girls too.
My best friend and I even notice men looking up our skirts on the bus and subway to and from school, especially when it hits a bump and bounces. I think by the end of fifth grade most of the girls graduated to cute panties, satin with bows and lace, cotton bikinis with pretty print designs. The kind that you wanted the boys to see.
Most of us became experienced panty teasing bad girls, lol. My best friend and I were the best of the best too. We'd sit on the side seats on public transportation half turned and talking while our fanciest little pants said hello to the men and boys opposite us.
Guy's can be so dirty minded, especially on the subway. I was packed in a car and the guy sitting next to me slid his hand up my skirt and played with me through my panties even getting one of his fingers inside me a little. I was too scared to say anything, there was an older woman who saw it all and just smiled the whole time.
By the end of sixth grade and after I learned that I was still virgin after getting fingered I lost the fear of boy's hands up my skirt. It wasn't long after that when I was staying with my cousins for a month in the summer that things went too far. The cousin that was a boy and around my same age twelve and a half bragged to his friends a rough bunch of inner city kids mostly black and Hispanic about his really cute cousin.
It was fun and kind of cool at first making out with boys of color, something unheard of in the part of the city I lived in. I'd wear cute little sundresses with matching panties and drove them wild, their hands were all over me and I liked it.
A few of the girls that hung around them were jelous of all the attention I was getting and a panty showing torn top girl fight between me and the same age tougher black girl became entertainment for all the boys. The top of my sundress torn with my camisole lifted to expose little girl bumps for breasts embarrassed me as she had me pinned enhanced the boys excitement.
My yellow flowered sundress up past my hips, the matching panty adorably adorned with white lace petal flowers on pastel yellow satin smiled at all the boys and they smiled lustfully back. "Look at um, oh wow!" I heard. "I betcha she ain't no virgin! Don't let those panties fool ya! I betcha she's a slut!" One of the older girls said. Another added "see how many fingers you can get in her, that'll tell ya If she's cherry" the other girl said.
She was a lesbian, fifteen and I made out with her. It was out of curiosity and nobody knew it but us. She knew I was virgin, she seduced me, had oral sex with me and knew I was virgin. She was mad because I'd make out with the boys instead and not her. "She ain't got no hair!" The girl on top of me reported. She forced my legs further apart with her knee. She worked a finger inside as I blushed. "Oh yah! She's tight! I got two in now!" She laughed "Ain't gonna take anymore either! You need a man to fuck that tight white pussy of yours!" She said as the boys all watched her hand in my panties moving in and out.
"You guys gonna fuck this bitch?" The girl I fooled around with asked. "Oh-Ya!" "Let Jamal go first, he's still virgin!"
Jamal entered me cumming as he pushed in with my panties aside and it hurt, the rest followed suit. The oldest boy who was nineteen slid my panties down around my ankles, his penis was big, and it hurt and left me stretched and gaping.
They'd all left and I fixed myself up the best I could and walked home. I shouldn't of gone there without my cousin. The elevator Man in my aunt's building noticed my clothes torn and disaranged. "Everything okay Missy!" He asked. He loves to look up the girls skirts through the polished black mirrored floors in the elevator, all the girls know it. I told him I got in a fight with another girl. My panties full of boy seed it was running slowly down my inner thighs and past my knees when I got off the elevator.
I'm married now three years and recently told my husband what happened. He thought I was virgin when we got married. It's weird he kind of finds it to be a turn on for him?
My best friend and I even notice men looking up our skirts on the bus and subway to and from school, especially when it hits a bump and bounces. I think by the end of fifth grade most of the girls graduated to cute panties, satin with bows and lace, cotton bikinis with pretty print designs. The kind that you wanted the boys to see.
Most of us became experienced panty teasing bad girls, lol. My best friend and I were the best of the best too. We'd sit on the side seats on public transportation half turned and talking while our fanciest little pants said hello to the men and boys opposite us.
Guy's can be so dirty minded, especially on the subway. I was packed in a car and the guy sitting next to me slid his hand up my skirt and played with me through my panties even getting one of his fingers inside me a little. I was too scared to say anything, there was an older woman who saw it all and just smiled the whole time.
By the end of sixth grade and after I learned that I was still virgin after getting fingered I lost the fear of boy's hands up my skirt. It wasn't long after that when I was staying with my cousins for a month in the summer that things went too far. The cousin that was a boy and around my same age twelve and a half bragged to his friends a rough bunch of inner city kids mostly black and Hispanic about his really cute cousin.
It was fun and kind of cool at first making out with boys of color, something unheard of in the part of the city I lived in. I'd wear cute little sundresses with matching panties and drove them wild, their hands were all over me and I liked it.
A few of the girls that hung around them were jelous of all the attention I was getting and a panty showing torn top girl fight between me and the same age tougher black girl became entertainment for all the boys. The top of my sundress torn with my camisole lifted to expose little girl bumps for breasts embarrassed me as she had me pinned enhanced the boys excitement.
My yellow flowered sundress up past my hips, the matching panty adorably adorned with white lace petal flowers on pastel yellow satin smiled at all the boys and they smiled lustfully back. "Look at um, oh wow!" I heard. "I betcha she ain't no virgin! Don't let those panties fool ya! I betcha she's a slut!" One of the older girls said. Another added "see how many fingers you can get in her, that'll tell ya If she's cherry" the other girl said.
She was a lesbian, fifteen and I made out with her. It was out of curiosity and nobody knew it but us. She knew I was virgin, she seduced me, had oral sex with me and knew I was virgin. She was mad because I'd make out with the boys instead and not her. "She ain't got no hair!" The girl on top of me reported. She forced my legs further apart with her knee. She worked a finger inside as I blushed. "Oh yah! She's tight! I got two in now!" She laughed "Ain't gonna take anymore either! You need a man to fuck that tight white pussy of yours!" She said as the boys all watched her hand in my panties moving in and out.
"You guys gonna fuck this bitch?" The girl I fooled around with asked. "Oh-Ya!" "Let Jamal go first, he's still virgin!"
Jamal entered me cumming as he pushed in with my panties aside and it hurt, the rest followed suit. The oldest boy who was nineteen slid my panties down around my ankles, his penis was big, and it hurt and left me stretched and gaping.
They'd all left and I fixed myself up the best I could and walked home. I shouldn't of gone there without my cousin. The elevator Man in my aunt's building noticed my clothes torn and disaranged. "Everything okay Missy!" He asked. He loves to look up the girls skirts through the polished black mirrored floors in the elevator, all the girls know it. I told him I got in a fight with another girl. My panties full of boy seed it was running slowly down my inner thighs and past my knees when I got off the elevator.
I'm married now three years and recently told my husband what happened. He thought I was virgin when we got married. It's weird he kind of finds it to be a turn on for him?
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