First Lady - Sex Stories

First Lady

I did the morning and evening paper round every day before and after school. I had to earn money to pay for my hobbies. I got an allowance from mum and dad but was not enough, so hence the paper rounds. I had turned sixteen last month, had a great party, two in fact. One at home with all my relatives, you know the ones, and another one with my mates, great fun. I’ve always been randy, ever since I discovered I got boners by looking at the opposite sex - I loved it. I jerked off every chance I got, usually four to five times a day. At home in my bed was the place I did it the most. I had also jerked off in the school toilets; mainly because I had to relive myself upon the very thought of a particular lady teacher. I was not sure why, but the older woman seemed to get my cock up in seconds. I had secretly on my laptop, visited adult sites. My parents had put parental controls on it, but they didn’t know that I knew how to get round them. And on seeing some of the male cocks on them, I knew I had something a bit larger than the average boys or even the men. On screen they all seemed big, so this one time I measured mine. Even I was impressed when the tip reached nine inches on the rule. And I’m still a growing lad at sixteen. My cock always got hard on seeing the right older female. And on jerking off, after blowing my substantial load I could get hard very quickly again. On one occasion when I watched a porn movie, I jerked off and blew masses of cum three times in an hour. My ...

... cock felt really sore, I loved it. I had gone out with girls of my age, neighbours and school friends, but nothing beyond a kiss and a cuddle. I wondered when I would lose my virginity, I wanted it to be soon, and I wanted to get my cock into a pussy and not have to use my hand. It was Thursday night and again I jerked off to a porn movie and went to sleep. I had to be up at five for my paper round. Friday morning, I got up as usual had a wash and went and delivered the papers, it took just over an hour. As I walked home I noticed a poster stapled to a tree. It caught my attention mainly because there were kisses all-round the edges as if it was the frame of a picture in red lipstick. There were several of these on the trees that lined the street. The reason for the poster was a missing cat; a white cat, with black ears and black tail, the posters heading was ‘My name is Whisky.’ And the funny thing was I knew the address where they wanted the cat back if found. It was an address I delivered a paper to in the mornings and evenings, a Mr and Mrs Brewer, my mum knew them too. Well anyway, I came back home for breakfast before leaving for school. School was always boring on a Friday; the only exiting thing was the French teacher. My cock always got up even at the thought of going to her class. So I had to go and visit the loo’s before I went to her lesson’s, and jerk a quick one off. School finished and I ran home, a quick bite to eat of whatever my mum had made for me. And then ...