Diary of the 15yr-old school slut: 1

Look, I’m Katie. I’m writing this because I have to tell someone who won’t judge. Or even if you do I won’t know about it. Like thousands of others I’m a nymphomaniac but probably where I differ from the standard nympho is that I’m 15 years old. Another difference is I don’t care really, I like being a slut, and I LOVE sex.

The feelings I get when I’m fucking, I don’t know if everyone gets them like I do, but it’s the best rush I’ve ever felt. I’m still in school, I’m in my 10th year. I suppose I should help you picture me better so here goes;
I’m 5”6, I spend every Monday night performing with a dance troupe so I stay slim, I have blonde straight hair that’s fairly long and deep green eyes. Although I’m a little slutty I don’t dress like one and if I wasn’t in my (ordinary, not pornstar) school uniform I’d probably be in tight jeans and a cleavage showing shirt. I developed early, and to my credit I’m packing a pair of 32Ds that I get from my mom, but there’s no way she can pull it off as well as I can.

I don’t have a boyfriend, they’re too regular. I have a big group of friends though, with plenty of boys in it. Sometimes the urge, or rather the itch will just strike me in the middle of a lesson and I’ll have no choice but to sneak a finger into my panties and rub my clit whilst trying to concentrate on Mr. Daplin’s double maths, which is hard enough, ‘cause he’s pretty hot. Sometimes that’s not even enough, sometimes I have to fuck. I lost my virginity 2 years ago to a boy I knew through friends at a drunken party. I knew I loved masturbating before then, loved the feeling of my fingers brushing over my clit and something in my pussy; fingers, one of my mom’s dildos and even cock-shaped vegetables. Nothing can compare to the feeling of someone inside me though, so when I get the urge in the middle of class, or in the break, or at lunch. I long for sex, wherever it might be.

It was on one such day that I first had sex at school. It was 3rd period and I was stuck in English bored. I was trying to focus on the nuance in onomatopoeia between hamlet and midsummer nights dream when I felt an itch in my panties. The kind of itch of desire that demands to be scratched. I resisted for a while, but it was pulling my mind out of focus so I subtly looked around to see if no one was watching and eased my hand into my panties. I was wearing a red thong that day, more like anal floss than underwear, but it was all that I had that wasn’t dirty and man did it make me feel sexy. I slipped two fingers onto my clit and started gently rubbing myself in circles over my spot. I was making myself hotter with every rub but it wasn’t enough, it was no way near enough.

A boy sitting next to me, James, raised his hand “Ms. Ecclestone, can I go to the toilet I’m desperate.”
“Okay James, but be quick.” She said. James was about 6ft tall, intelligent but not un-athletic with brown messy hair. He was quite cute, and I was god-damn horny. “Ms. Ecclestone, can I go to the nurse? I don’t feel well.” I said with my hand up.

“Mmm ok Katie, you do look a little flushed” she replied in a concerned tone. I was gnna get James to fuck me, and it was beginning to show on my face.

I tried to resist the urge to rub my thighs together as I walked out of the room, I managed it just. I didn’t head for the nurse’s room though, I knew exactly what I needed. Instead I headed for the nearest boys’ bathroom in search of James, he could give me what I needed and what I craved, nothing more than his hands on my body and his cock deep in my pussy.

I opened the door to the boys’ bathroom, the creepy urinal things always weird me out, James was there by the sinks washing his hands. He didn’t look up as I came in the room but as I leant on one of the stalls and crossed my arms across my chest he looked up with a curious look on his face that turned into one of surprise. “Hey,” I said, running my tongue over my bottom lip in anticipation. Fuck it, I need what he can give me, my urge was getting worse and it was becoming intolerable. “Hey” he answered, “why are you in here? It’s the boys’ bathroom.”

“Hmmm” I said, but decided to dispense with this needless digression and cut to the chase. I simply pushed myself off the stall and flew over to him. He turned to face me fully, a little defensive, and leant against the basin. I leant into his body and stroked my hands around his slim waist, “Oh” he said, and leant in to kiss me forcefully. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I wrestled with it, my tongue dancing over his teeth. The itch between my legs was stronger now, I was wet through my panties and I knew that if I didn’t remove them soon I’d leave a stain on the groin of my school trousers. The warmth emanating from my groin spread down through my legs and into my stomach, making me hornier and hornier as his tongue danced with my tonsils. He moaned into my mouth and I moaned back. I remember being conscious of how long he had been gone, it had already been a couple of minutes but I needed his cock, I could feel it pressing against my belly button, it was big as far as I could tell, and I wanted it inside me.

“I need your cock” I whispered into his mouth, “I need you to fuck me, I really need you to make me cum.”

“Mmgm” he moaned in an unintelligible reply around my tongue, which had resumed its excavation of his mouth and tried to push me against the basin. I might be a slut in even my own eyes, but there was no way that I was going to let him fuck me where anyone could walk in and hold it against me. I pushed back and he gave way to me, I pushed him into the stall and he fell onto the toilet. “Pants off.” I ordered, desire burning in my eyes. He didn’t waste any time obeying my commands, just as I didn’t waste any time pulling my school-issue conservative trousers down over my ankles. As his briefs came down, his cock sprang free, it was big for his age, but it would obviously grow a little more before it got to adulthood. It still had to be about 7” though, I didn’t care at this point if it was 4” or 14”, I just needed it in me.

I would never waste time like this and I leant down and engulfed his cock in my mouth in one free motion, I bobbed a few times to get him all lubed up because although there was a veritable river flowing from my pussy it couldn’t help to taste what was about to break me in two and scream out in ecstasy. I licked his shaft like a lollipop in haste, I was impatient for my release now, and I really wanted him to cum inside my slutty cunt, and not down my mutually slutty throat. I stopped what must have been the fastest blowjob he’d ever had before he could blow his load and kissed him full on the mouth, he moaned into my tongue as I used one hand to guide his dick into my opening and hold him there. I broke our kiss, interlocked my fingers in his messy brown hair, looked him in the eyes and with a devilish smile at the look of pleading on his face, I plunged myself onto his length. I knew it would feel good, but I expected to be in full control, instead as soon as I impaled myself on him, he moved his large hands from my waist to my nipples and twisted, hard. I couldn’t help myself, I screamed, loud.

I continued to moan after he let my nipples go and started to bounce me up and down on his lap, impaling me so deep with every thrust that I felt mini-orgasms emanate from my g-spot every time his head forced it’s way past it deeper into me. My moaning had gotten him close, I could tell he didn’t want to blow yet because he slowed down his thrusting, trying to pace himself. I leant into his ear and whispered: “pinch my nipples James, make me cum with you.”

Immediately his pace quickened again, once again slamming his length into me. He reached out and twisted both my nipples again, it sent shockwaves of pain through my belly that mingled with the pleasure his cock was causing. It wasn’t enough though, I knew he only had a minute or so to last, so I brushed my fingers towards my clit, teasing my entire body and bringing myself close to cumming just with anticipation. When I reached my clit and started to rub in circles, just like I love, I lost all thought of time or noise, I moaned loud and proudly, someone must have heard me, my fingers mixed with his cock and his hands on my nipples had me basically climaxing with every thrust.

I could feel his cock getting harder, swelling inside me with anticipation of his release, he muttered through clenched teeth “oh fuck goddamn I’m gnna cum.” His words turned me on even more, and the knowledge that he was gnna empty his seed into my 15yr-old pussy threw me over the edge, I screamed, even louder than before as pulse after pulse of ecstasy wracked my body, literally shaking me on his cock. My shaking threw him over the edge and I had another earth-shattering climax at the feeling of his cum shooting deep inside me during which my world contracted, all I knew at that moment was my own body, I felt like I thrummed with energy, but at the same time I was totally exhausted. It was this feeling that I craved, the ultimate rush of adrenaline that one can only attain through a mind-blowing orgasm.

We rested like that for a moment, but he regained his senses soon after and pulled his still hard cock out of me with a ‘pop’ that released a flow of cum and rushed out of the stall, I heard him muttering to himself and then the door to the toilets close. I had a little more time than him though, as Ms. Ecclestone thought I had gone to the nurse, James had still been gone nearly 10 minutes, and it would probably mean detention for us both if I waited another 10, but as I lay there I knew 2 things: that I didn’t care how much trouble I would get into, and that whatever it would be, it was totally worth it.

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