When I was a high school student, a scrawny, horny lad of 17, I was a
student at Central High School in beautiful, Scranton, Pennsylvania. On the first day of school, our English
teacher, Ms. Klitmann, gave us the following assignment. We were to write a fictional account of the
most interesting thing we had done all summer.
I went home and lay in bed thinking about the problem. Thinking did no good so I meditated. Meditation did no good so I
masturbated. Ah! I came up with nothing (except semen), but
at least I felt better.
I
decided that, since the assignment was to write a fictional account of a summer
experience, like, say, helping a neighbor or cutting your foot off with the
lawnmower, I decided to recount a true experience as if it were made up. You see fair reader, and fairy readers, I
had had a most excellent introduction by an older woman, a veritable voluptuous
vixen, to the art of cunnilingus. (Some
people say cunnilingus is an art, I say it is a science.) I now know that cunnilingus is a fancy way
of saying “eating pussy.” I could never
admit in class that it actually happened to me, but I thought naively, I could
present it as a work of fiction.
Thus, dear reader, I submit this work to you,
for you perusal and reading pleasure.
If you have too much pleasure, well, just wipe up with a tissue.
What follows below (below the waist, that is) is my class presentation
in English Composition class, 11th grade, for Ms. Klitmann’s class.
But first I must note that after I turned in a rough draft to Ms.
Klitmann, she announced that she wanted me to stay after class to discuss my
paper. I stayed back and met privately
with Ms. Klitmann. She was an authoritarian
type, I think of German extraction. She
spoke quite technically and abstractly about my piece. She was wearing a conservative white blouse. In closer proximity, I could see the shadow
of her bra behind the sheer fabric.
During her rather technical soliloquy about my paper, I noticed that she
was pointing to my sentences with the eraser end of her pencil. Then, as she continued to talk, I noticed
that she had moved her pencil away from my paper and I was shocked to see that
she was, apparently unconsciously, pressing the eraser on her tight slacks
right in the area of her clitoris. When
she would look at my paper, I would glance down to the pencil and try to see
what she was doing with it. At one
point she was actually putting rhythmic pressure on her clitoris. I started to feel rather warm, but I had no
idea whether she was intentionally trying to do this is my presence. When I spoke about the paper, I touched her
knee, hoping that it would make things more overt. The resolution to this situation will be revealed in my next
essay. It will take some time for me to
put it on paper because the level of eroticism and excitement is still somewhat
overwhelming to me.
So here is my essay about my experience after my junior year:
“My
Summer Vacation”
By
S. Horovitch
“Well, this summer I was spending most of my time hanging out, listening
to music, mowing lawns and goofing around on the Internet. It seemed to be a pretty typical summer for
me, a pretty typical 17 year old in a pretty typical suburban area. One evening I was walking the dog as
usual. Just as the dog hunched over to
shit, with his usual hard on, I hear this female voice say, “wow, he’s producing
a long one from two ends.” I never knew
why dogs sometimes get hard-ons when they shit, but I’ll leave that for another
essay. I looked up and saw this
beautiful Hispanic lady, maybe in her late 20s. She seemed to be bursting out of her jeans and her sweater. I tried not to stare at her breasts so as
not to offend her. (Later she told me
that she had noticed me looking. Oh
well.)
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So it turns out that she is an Au Pair from Argentina who was helping
single mom with her two small children.
And when I say “small” I am certainly not referring to her breasts. They were quite full. In fact, I later found out, when she let me
look at her bra, that they were size “D” which is quite large. I never really understood how breasts “know”
to stay the same size as each other.
Although, personally, I don’t think I would lose my hard-on if I noticed
they were different sizes. I guess some
men would get turned off. Not me.
We ended up watching a lot of TV that summer. And, when the two kids were napping, we would lie on the couch,
watching TV and smooch. She really
helped me become a better French kisser.
I had no idea that French kissing could be so slow and last so long. She
would never be wearing her bra if she knew I was coming over so she could open
her blouse and let me touch her breast, kiss it and suck her nipple. Sometimes, when doing this, she would say,
“I have a surprise for you.” Then she
would take my hand and guide my fingers into her pussy. My fingers would glide in like fingers into
warm Jell-O. She would then take my
hand and guide it to my mouth and nose for a sniff and then she would take a
sniff and a lick.
One day, when she was really wet, she asked, “Do you know what
cunnilingus is?” I said, “Is it a
language?” “No,” she giggled, sweetly. Then she slipped out of her panties and lay
spread eagle on the couch. She guided
my head and mouth to her pussy and said “I want you to kiss me and lick me down
here. First slowly then later faster
and firmer.” The taste and feel and
smell were so different and incredibly exciting. At one point she asked me to suck her pussy. She spread her vaginal lips and showed me
where her clitoris was. She asked me to
lick around it, suck it and lick it harder when she was near cuming. She really liked me to massage and then
pinch her nipples while I was eating her.
One of the biggest turn-ons was how she would moan and squirm while I
was licking her pussy. One time, at the
height of her moaning, I was eating her and her writhing and moaning made me
cum on the couch. I felt like I was in
trouble but she was really nice. She could tell I had cum by the way I was
eating her. She just had me lie down on
the couch and she licked all my cum off me.
She said “now you’ll be able to be in me for a longer time.” A few minutes later I was fucking her
really good and frenching her deep. We
both came so powerfully it was otherworldly.
Then we lay there for a long beautiful time. I looked at, and stroked her breasts, which glistened with
sweat. I asked her if I could visit her
in Mexico. She said she wouldn’t be in
Mexico but I could visit her in Argentina.
We laughed. I said, “Well, at
least Mexico and Argentina are near each other.” She said, “No, actually they are not close.” Then she said, “You hush up now and eat me
again.” Then I said “Ah yes,
cunnilingus. I know exactly what that
is. Such a beautiful word.”
So that’s how I spent my summer vacation. I learned the true meaning of the word “cunnilingus.”
Next summer I hope to go visit a friend in Argentina, where I hope she
will teach me a new word.”
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Now when I read this paper in English class (in which I was only one of
two boys in the class) I looked out at the audience while I was reading. I noticed that the girls where quite
engrossed. They had these intense looks
on their faces. I got a bit distracted
when I saw one girl touching her breast with her finger, in the area of her
nipple. Another girl was moving her
legs rhythmically. I tried to continue
in spite of these distractions.
I
will leave to another day, the story of Ms. Klitmann. That story is quite unbelievable. As to the girls in class, I got quite a few requests from them
for help in writing their papers that year.
I was quite complimented to find that their interests were not just in
improving their English!J I found that they were much better able to
express themselves while in the throes of passion. I will recount those adventures in a future report.
So that, dear reader, is the story of my 11th grade summer
vacation.
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