Chapter 1
"I Learned At Home"
"They tell me that masturbation doesn't hurt you, and that is a good thing, because I've had my share, with me doing it, and with a couple of others using the finger.
"I don't know exactly when I started; I think I was eight or nine when I first found out how much fun I could have all by myself. Sexually, I mean. I can remember that I came home from school one day, sick. The school had called home, but my mother wasn't there, so they had one of the teachers take me home. I was sick to my stomach and had vomited in class, so the school nurse sent me home.
"The teacher let me off in front of my house and I went in. The front door was open, but I didn't see anyone around. I thought my mother was shopping - she never worked - so I went to the bathroom. Then I heard laughing coming from her bedroom, and a man's voice. I could tell it wasn't my father's voice, so I sneaked up to the door and peeked in. She was on the bed, naked, and this man - I didn't know him at all - was on the bed with her. He was undressed too, and he was down between her legs, pushing his finger up inside her. She had her legs spread wide apart and she was gasping and giggling while he was finger-fucking her. I knew what that was, because a couple of boys at school had tried it on me. One boy called it 'playing stinkfinger,' but the other one called it finger-fucking.
"Then the man moved his body so that his bottom was up by my mother's face, and I could see his big cock for the first time. He took his finger out of her and spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers; then he stuck his tongue in, licking her lips and digging his fingers into her ass while he pulled her cunt up tight to his face. Then he straddled her face, and she took his cock in her hand and began to lick the tip of it and tickle it with her tongue, moving it up and down the long shaft of it.
"I began to feel funny between the legs - ticklish, sort of, and I put my hand down inside my panties and felt the lips of my own thing. I tried sticking a finger up inside it, and it felt good, so I kept on doing it. I guess I'd played with myself before a few times, but it had never felt like it did while I was watching that man licking my mother's cunt, and her taking his big cock deep into her mouth. I could tell by the noises they were making that they were sucking hard on each other's things, and I just played with myself, harder and faster.
"Pretty soon, they were jumping around and moaning, and then they stopped. They just laid there, and I got a little scared and I went back out of the house, pretending like I had never even been home. I waited for about an hour, until I saw the man leave, and then I went in. My mother acted real worried when I told her I'd been sent home sick, and she made me go to bed and she gave me some stomach medicine.
"While I was laying there in bed, I kept thinking about that man, putting his finger and then his tongue up inside my mother, and how she had squirmed and moaned like she really liked it. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a man do that to me, and I played with myself again until I had a real good feeling all over my stomach and cunt. I'd never seen that before. I remembered a couple of times when I'd watched dogs doing it in the street, and I got that funny feeling between my legs, but I hadn't tried playing with myself then.
"I guess I knew it was wrong for my mother to let another man do that to her, but I wouldn't tell my daddy, because he never did pay much attention to me. Sometimes I thought he didn't even like me, but he bought me nice clothes and lots of toys and a bike, so I guess he was all right. But I made up my mind that the next time Joey and Billy caught me after school like they had before, that I might let them play stinkfinger with me. My mother had liked it, and I bet that I would too. And I knew why they called it that, because I put my own finger inside me, then I took it out, and it did stink!
"Later on, I remembered that and I wondered how a man could put his tongue in a stinky hole like that and get his nose up so close that he could smell it. I didn't know anything then about hygiene or douches and deodorants, but I thought a lot about it after that.
"But, before Joey or Billy played stinkfinger with me, there was another boy. He was about 15 or 16 then, and sometimes when my mother and father would go out for the evening, they would take me over to his house. He had a little sister, about six, I think, and my mother and daddy would go out with his parents and he'd baby-sit. His sister used to have to go to bed by eight o'clock, but I usually stayed up until about nine-thirty, to watch TV.
"Ray used to want the big, comfortable chair that was in front of the TV, and sometimes I would sit on his lap and watch. This one night, I didn't like the movie much, and I began to think about that man and his finger inside my mother. I wondered if Ray's finger would feel good inside me. I guess I began to squirm - that's another way you can play with yourself, you know, but it isn't much good - by rubbing your legs around so that it makes the lips of your cunt brush each other. Anyhow. I could feel his pants begin to bulge, and I guessed that he was getting a big cock like that man had when Mommy sucked it and licked it.
"I remember wondering if Ray would want me to do that to him, and I got a little scared, but not much, because he was running his fingers up and down my legs, going higher all the time until he touched my panties. He left his hand there, and he ran a finger over the crack in my cunt -through my panties. I began to get that feeling again. I wanted him to do more, so I spread my legs and he ran his finger inside my pantie leg and began to put it up inside me. It felt as good as I had thought it would, and I scrunched down a little so he could put it in more.
"He kissed me on the cheek and said, kind of scared, 'You won't tell anybody, will you?' I said, 'No - I like it. Do it some more.' "He raised me up and slid my panties off. I spread my legs wider, and he put his middle finger way up inside me and moved it in and out, touching that little mound in the front. It felt so good I wanted to laugh. I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder, pushing into the crack of my ass, and I raised up a little and slid my hand underneath myself so I could feel it. I knew what it was, but I wanted to tease him, so I asked, 'What's that?' "He dug his finger deeper into my cunt and said, 'You know what it is, you little devil. Want me to take it out?' I told him that I wanted to see it and touch it, so he unzipped his pants and moved me over a little - still keeping his finger working inside me - and took it out. He held it in his hand and pulled the skin back, and the red, wet head of it came out.
"It excited me, and I reached out and took hold of it. He closed his hand over mine and slid it down a little, then he began an up and down motion. After a while, he let me do it, and he kept pushing his finger in and out of my cunt. After a while, I had that wild, good feeling all over me again, and just then, he knocked my hand away and grabbed his cock and pumped away like crazy.
"All of a sudden, he stiffened and raised up, and I saw some watery juice come spurting out of the hole in the end of his cock! He caught most of it in his other hand, and then wrapped his handkerchief around his cock. He went to the bathroom, and while he was gone, I played with myself a little, to see if it was as good as when Ray had done it. It wasn't, but if I remembered how he'd done it, looking down at his finger going in and out, all wet and sticky, it made it feel almost as good.
"I left my panties off, and when he came back, I had my finger up inside me, working to massage that knob, the way he had to make it feel so good. He stood there and looked at me, and I stopped.
"'Man,' he said, shaking his head and feeling the bulge still in his pants, 'if you were only about five years older - we'd have a ball.' "I asked him what he meant, and he said, 'You know.' I thought he meant fucking, but I wasn't sure. Then I wondered if he meant putting his thing in my mouth, and sticking his tongue in mine, like I'd seen. I asked him if he meant putting his mouth and tongue on my thing, and me taking his in my mouth, and he looked real scared for a minute. Then he walked over and knelt down in front of me. I had my legs spread, and he could see my cunt real plain. He kept staring down at it, and I knew he wanted to put his tongue in it.
"He said, 'Where'd you learn about that?' And I told him I'd seen a man and a woman do it -but I didn't tell him who it was. He was fooling with his zipper again, and he got his cock out in his hand, and it was getting hard and long again. He asked me, 'Would you do it?' I told him I'd like to try it, and when I said that, he got down real low between my legs and he began to lick the lips of my cunt.
"He began to stick his tongue in and out, rubbing my knob, and it felt even better than his finger had before. I raised up to get closer to his face, and he put his hands under my behind and pulled me in tight to his face. He was making the same moaning sounds that the man had when he did it to Mommy, and I felt like I was floating in the air. Then I got all warm and chilled, all at the same time, and I just wanted to shout and laugh, and do something like that for Ray!
"I pushed him away and stood up, and told him to sit down in the chair. When he did, I took his cock and played with it for a while like he'd showed me before. I liked to see the red, wet head of it come out from under the skin, and I touched the tip of it with my tongue.
"When I did, he went sort of wild. He grabbed my head and pushed my mouth down hard. I opened my lips and let his cock slip in as far as it could go. It started to gag me a little, so he released my head, but I kept on pushing it in and out of my mouth. I could feel it throb and jerk, and after a minute or two, just as my mouth muscles were getting tired, I felt that juice squirt into it. Ray just kept on shoving, and all I could think of was to swallow it. It tasted sort of salty, but it didn't gag me.
"Ray took his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me and began to kiss me. He acted scared, and begged me not to tell anyone what we'd done. As if I would have. It had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me, and I wanted it to happen some more.
"After that, he made me put my panties back on and stretch out on the couch with a blanket. When our parents came home, I pretended I was asleep, but I wasn't. I was too excited at this new thing that had happened to me. I could hardly wait to get into my own bed, and think about it while I played with myself. It wasn't as good when I did, but I just couldn't stop thinking how Ray's tongue had felt inside my cunt, especially when he pressed it hard against my knob.
"Ray and I did that a lot more times, but he never did put it into me. When I was 11, he almost did one night, but he got scared because he didn't have a 'safety,' and I had just begun to have my monthly periods. That may surprise a lot of people - a girl menstruating at age ten, but I did. I was only a month from 11, though. I've often wondered if all that tonguing and fingering and all had anything to do with my coming around so young.
"But Ray's mother was getting suspicious, and they didn't have him baby-sit anymore. Instead, they'd bring his little sister to our house, and my daddy hired an old woman to baby-sit. I sneaked off a few times to meet Ray, when I was 11, but he was still too scared. And one time, he told me to get lost, that I was 'jailbait,' and that besides, he was getting the real thing from two girls in high school. I got mad and told him to shut up, or I'd tell everybody about us, and after that, I didn't see him much.
"I guess I would have been going after the real thing - real fucking, if it hadn't been for Moira. We became good buddies in junior high, and she showed me a whole new set of ways to masturbate, with a lot of things besides our fingers.
"Moira was a kook - at least, that's what most of the kids thought - especially the girls. The boys wouldn't even notice her. She had no breasts, she was skinny, homely as she could be, and she wore thick, bottle-bottom glasses that made her look like a toad wearing a dress. But I found out one thing: she was lonely, she was hot to trot, and she was ready to go!
"I found out one night after school when we both had to stay. I never was too bright in school - especially in mathematics - and the math teacher had kept us both. He was a bastard. He seemed to just get his kicks humiliating somebody - in class and out. And all the bastard did was to walk around us, at our desks, and make smart cracks about how homely and skinny and dumb Moira was.
"I know now what he was doing - playing the dumb against the sexy - the one he wanted to get, against the one he wouldn't know what the hell to do with. But I didn't know it then, and all I got was embarrassed. Every time Moira would try to ask a question, he'd say something like: 'How can you be so stupid? Why don't you spend more time with a girl like Savvy, instead of those skinny, cold, stupid girls like Jean, Marsha and Carol - the 'Sunday School bunch.' "Like I said, I can see now what he was doing, out then, I just thought he was mean. If he thought he was making points with me, he was nuts. I hated his guts! The more he picked on Moira, the more I felt sorry for her and close to her. I ended up just wanting to spit in his face, and put my arms around her and help her.
"So, I walked home with her - not before old fat-face had had a good pinch of my ass, and a try at squeezing my titties, but I fluffed him off. When we got to her place, she had brightened up a lot. I guess I was the first one in school that had spent more than three minutes with her without scratching away at her homeliness and her dumbness. Oh, she was dumb - in school, anyhow; but, boy, did she know some things that I didn't know.
"Both her parents worked and didn't get home for at least two hours after we were out of school. I went in with her, and we yakked away about what a no-good creep that teacher was, when all at once Moira surprised me by saying: 'I think he's a cocksucker!' "I hadn't thought about him that way before, but it struck me funny, and I laughed. She started laughing too, and she was at the refrigerator, trying to scrounge up something to eat. She grabbed a hot dog and waved it at me, laughing her head off. 'I bet his cock isn't as big as this!' she laughed.
"And all at once, we stopped laughing. We just looked at each other. I guess it was a full minute that we just stared. Then she said, looking a little guilty: 'You ever try one of these?' At first, I didn't really realize what she was saying. It had never dawned on me to try anything else in my cunt except my finger, or somebody else's finger. Oh, I'd thought about the real thing - fucking - but it was like a dream that would happen to me one day, it was just imagination. But when she waved that damned hot dog at me, I remembered how Ray's cock had looked: wet, slimy, slippery, long, hard - and I suddenly wondered why a hot dog wouldn't be like a man's prick.
"But I just played dumb and shook my head. Moira snickered and said, 'Wanna try it?' By that time, I was getting more than curious: I was getting horny. I wanted to try it, and at the same time, I was thinking of a dozen other things around the house that might work just as well inside my cunt.
"I didn't want to be 'chicken,' so I said as breezily as I could: 'Why not?' "She said, 'Here?' And I said, 'No, let's go into your room.' So we did. We went into her bedroom, and we were both sort of awkward - bashful, neither of us wanting to start first, so I told her, 'You show me how. I've never tried anything like that.' Moira grinned like a cat and got in her licks. 'I bet you've tried lots better.' "I just smiled and said that maybe I had, and let it lay. So, she took off her blouse and skirt and her slip - she didn't wear any bra - she didn't have to, and then she slipped off her panties. She was real skinny, but she had a fat pussy. I mean, the lips were puffed out, but I could see that little knob just peeking out between those fat lips.
"She didn't have much hair around her cunt - not as much as I did, anyhow, but she laid down in the bed with the hot dog in her hand and she opened up the lips of her cunt with one hand, and inserted the hot dog in her cunt with the other. She didn't look at me while she was pushing it in, but I knew why. She was staring up at the ceiling, her eyes kind of glassy, and I knew that she was dreaming about something, the same as I dreamed about Ray, or that guy with my mother.
"I watched her closely - not so much her expression as what she was doing. She must have used a hot dog before, because she was careful not to break it, and when she had about two inches of it inside her cunt, she put one finger around it to stiffen it, and keep it from bending. Then she began to really jam it in and out. She began to pant and moan.
"I could tell by the glaze forming in her eyes that she was really 'gone' in her fantasy, and I concentrated on watching how she was using the artificial cock. I was getting pretty hot and I wondered vaguely if Moira was one of the 'gay' girls I'd heard some mumbling about at school. She sure didn't act like it right then, shoving that hot dog in and out of her wide open pussy, but on the other hand, it didn't seem to bother her to let me look at her doing it, or to stare at her cunt.
"Then she began to do it faster, and she began to moan a little, saying, 'Oh, Chuck - oh, oh, Chuckie.' She came in little, quick jerks, and then she lay there, easing off the frank-fuck little by little. At last, she looked over and grinned. She took her hand off the hot dog, but she let it stick out of her cunt. At first I wanted to laugh, but the look on her face told me I hadn't better knock it until I'd tried it.
"She smiled and said, 'Want me to do it to get you started?' That sounded groovy, so I walked over and laid down beside her. She took the hot dog out of her and ran back to the refrigerator and came back with two of them! 'Let's do it together,' Moira suggested. I didn't see anything wrong with that, so I let her lay down with her pussy up where I could reach it. She handed me the hot dog she had used - I could tell because it wasn't icy cold, and I thought I could smell some of her pussy juices on it.
"We both laid on our sides and faced each other's cunt. She put her leg up so her pussy was open, and I did the same. Moira got a little carried away at the sight of my cunt, and began to rub the lips of it with her fingers, and then she put one finger in and massaged my knob. I thought she was going to use her tongue on me, and I wasn't sure I wouldn't have liked that, but she didn't. When I began to squirm, and tried to shove the hot dog into her, like I'd watched her do it, she took her finger out, spread my cunt lips with her fingers and began to shove the thing in.
"It didn't feel much different from when I used my finger, at first, but when she began to shove it in deeper, and it reached parts that I couldn't reach with my finger, I liked it. I relaxed and spread my legs more, so she could get it in deeper, and I concentrated on shoving the hot dog I had into her pussy.
"She said, 'Try to keep time with me. That way, we'll know when we're both ready to come.' So I did. I worked it slow at first and picked up speed as I felt her increasing the speed of my frank-cock. Towards the end, I closed my eyes and imagined that Ray was on top of me, shoving his big, hard cock into me. That made it better, and I looked down and saw that Moira was doing the same thing, and she was mumbling about Chuck and how good it was being fucked by him.
"I came all of a sudden, before she did, and I guess I let down on the movement of the hot dog into her, because she grabbed it and began shoving it in fast and furious, until she had her second come of the day. Then we just laid there, moving the franks slowly in and out, rubbing the knobs. I tried closing the muscles of my inner cunt around it, and was surprised at what a grip I could get on it.
"We washed out after that, and then we talked. I asked her if she'd tried other things, and she said she had tried a banana once, but it had hurt too much. She said she had heard that a broom handle worked good, but that she'd been afraid to try it because it had no 'give' to it -no bend, and besides, it looked pretty big around.
"When her parents came home, they were so pleased to find that Moira had a friend that they invited me to supper, but I told them I couldn't - not that night. So they asked me to come visit Moira any time. If they had only known!
"We saw each other quite a bit after that, but I learned a few things on my own, too. I found a long carving knife that had a long, curved wooden handle, and I tried that inside myself. It worked good, because while I laid on my back, I could shove it in so it massaged my knob, then went on up deeper and touched other sensitive places inside.
"I finally tried a broom handle, but it was hard to work it around, and I was afraid to try to cut off a foot of it. But later, I got an old broom out of the garage and cut off about ten inches of it. I was afraid of splinters, so I used sandpaper to smooth it down. My father had all that kind of junk around. That worked pretty good, but I used to get a little too hot and ram it too deep inside me, and it made me sore.
"I went back to the carving knife handle, and I found it helped a lot if I would take a hot dog and put it in my mouth and suck on it while I used the knife handle inside my cunt. That way, I could imagine that Ray was shoving his cock in my mouth while he was sucking and finger-fucking me. I used to be able to come fast, that way.
"Moira and I tried different things, too. She dug up an old flashlight that was made of plastic, and we discovered that the sliding switch on the side of the barrel really did a good job on your knob when it went inside you. Funny, but I didn't want Moira to suck my cunt. Fingering me was all right, although I couldn't come good that way, but when she tried to put her mouth on my pussy one time, I got mad and slapped her.
"Later, I masturbated while I thought about it, wondering if I'd made a mistake. After all, it was good when Ray had done it. But, we never did.
"Instead, we found something even better. Moira got a picture from a guy in school - you know, one of those dirty pictures of a man's prick, with a real, big hard-on. She made a model of it from some modeling clay she got from her kid brother, then she let it harden. It was wild. It had just the right bend to it and it went in deep, while it rubbed the knob at the front real good. We tried it on each other, and on ourselves alone, but it wasn't quite right. So Moira got the idea to try to fasten it to a belt or girdle, so we could use our body to shove it into the other person.
"Guess what she finally found that worked? She got one of those leather belts that the person who carries a flag in parades and marches wears. She fooled around with that, and she finally rigged up this thing that could hold the artificial prick pretty steady. She used glue and adhesive tape and other junk, but it finally did work pretty good.
"I let her try it on me first. Remember, I'd never been really screwed, and neither had she, so it was sort of funny at first. I had to laugh when I laid down and spread my legs and looked up and saw her standing there with that big, hard, cold prick sticking out from where her pussy ought to be. I had masturbated enough to get me juicy inside. I'd learned a long time ago about sticking something up inside your pussy when it wasn't lubricated.
"Moira knelt down between my legs, using both hands to guide that thing up into my cunt, while I spread the lips of it with my fingers, also helping her guide it in. It went in sort of hard. I know now that a man's cock has a lot of give to it, but that gimmick didn't. But once it began to slide in and out easily it began to feel good. Moira had to hang on to it with one hand, though, because it wasn't set on her too solid.
"After I got heated up good, she began to move it in and out faster and deeper, and I just laid back and imagined how Ray would feel, if that were his cock - or the guy that fucked my mother while I watched. Moira must have been getting her 'hots' too, because as I was about to come, she reached up with one hand and began to roll the nipple of one of my breasts in her thumb and forefinger, and she let her full weight go down on my body and then she started kissing me on the mouth, sticking her tongue in and out. I was so far gone on my come by that time that I just went along with it, imagining that it was Ray on top of me: his cock, his lips, his tongue!
"I came pretty good, and Moira stopped kissing me. I guess she must have felt guilty, because I did, too. She took the gadget out of my pussy and asked me how it had been. I told her it was 'all right,' but I didn't act too enthusiastic about it.
"She laid down on the bed and began to masturbate herself with her finger, and she rubbed her breast with the other hand. I strapped on the gimmick and watched her. I remember thinking that if I didn't stop fooling around with Moira like we had been, we were going to go down on each other one of these days. I liked the shape of her pussy. She didn't have much hair around it, and her lips were big, but sort of parted, so you could see inside.
"I don't think I really wanted to lick or suck her pussy, but I know that when I watched her finger-fuck herself, I used to think that I could have done it a lot better. And - I was curious to know if it was as good to have a girl suck your cunt as it was to have a man do it. I suppose, if she'd really made the first move, I'd have gone for it.
"But, anyhow, I got the phony cock strapped on. It did look a lot like Ray's had, and it had been pretty good, but I knew that the real thing must be ten times better. I think I began to feel cheated, or foolish, doing this with a clay prick when I knew damned well that I could have a real one, if I went after it or decided to have it.
"Moira spread her legs wide, and I knelt between her legs, shoving the fake prick into those nice, wide lips. I got a bang out of looking down and seeing that thing going in, farther and farther, and I wondered if a guy felt that same kick when he was shoving his dick into a girl.
"And Moira was really eating it up. She was moving her ass around, almost jumping up to make her knob meet the friction of that cock going in and out. She closed her eyes and began to massage one of her own nipples while she bounced up and down, and I could tell by the expression on her face and the panting and moaning she was doing that she was coming. I rammed that thing in hard and deep, and she groaned with loud, deep groans as she had her orgasm.
"I worked it in and out for a little while afterward, and I think she came a second time, but I'm not sure. If she did, it couldn't have been as good as that first one, because she just jumped a little, shuddered some, and then relaxed, keeping her eyes closed and saying, 'Mmmmmm... that was good.' "We tried a lot of different things, but none were too good. I didn't like the clay prick too much, but Moira said she used it a lot by herself.
"I asked her about this 'Chuck,' that she always mentioned, and I was surprised to hear that it was her young cousin who lived in the next block. He was only six! But she told me that for over a year, she had been babysitting with him, and that she played with his little prick and got it hard, and then she would suck it. She also used to get him to lay on top of her and try to put it in, but it wasn't as good as her finger, she said, because it was too tiny. She finally got him to lick and suck her pussy, but he used to get scared, and she never really did have a good come with her 'Chuck.' "We talked about doing the real thing, and who we'd pick if we really decided to do it. I told her about Ray, but we talked mostly about guys at school. She wanted some of the kids to do it to her, but I had a couple of older guys - two teachers especially - in mind. I knew that one of them, Mr. Waxier, had noticed me a lot. He was the boy's gym teacher, and he worked with the baseball and the track team, too. He was keen. He was tall, dark, lean - but with nice muscles. He was a substitute teacher in history, and I'd had him for a teacher quite a few times.
"I used to get all hot and think of Ray when he would look at me. He'd let his eyes stay on my breasts and on my pussy for a long time, and there was something in his eyes that told me he would like to see them naked, like Ray had. And - I think I knew that he wouldn't stop where Ray had, and that whatever he did to me, he'd do it way better than Ray had. He was married; I knew that. I'd asked another teacher.
"Then one day in school, Moira came in, bubbling all over with excitement. She couldn't wait to tell me that the night before, she'd had her first real fuck?
"She went into such detail about it that I almost wanted to masturbate. She'd gone to the movies with a boy from one of her classes. How he ever came to ask her, I'll never know, unless he knew that she was ripe for fucking. Or, maybe she really had asked him.
"Anyhow, she told me that while they were in the movies, he had played with her titties first, then had begun to run his hands up and down her snatch-lips, and finally, that he had masturbated her in the movies until she came. He took out his cock - they were in the last row of the balcony - and he put her hand on it, showing her how to jerk him off! She said she was wild to do it, and when he put his hand on her neck and pulled her head down so her mouth was near his cock, she just wanted to eat him all up! She sucked him until he came, then he played with her some more, and they left the movie before the first picture was over.
"They walked to the park and found a quiet, dark place where a lot of trees kept them from being seen. She told me how Tony took her pants off right away, and began to stick his fingers up inside her cunt, while he played with the nipples of her titties. They were on a bench, and he just laid her back, spread her legs cm each side of the bench, took out his cock and began to ram it home! I guess she went a little wild over it, because she didn't remember how many times he made her come. But she said it was like something no masturbating, or broomstick or hot dog or phony prick could give her. She was wild to keep the date she had with him on Friday, and as I said, I got so hot listening to her that I became aware for the first time how really badly I wanted a real man to put a real prick into my warm and waiting cunt!
"We had Mr. Waxier that morning because our history teacher was sick. I felt different, looking it him. When he looked at me - I sat in the front row - I deliberately spread my legs and hiked my skirt up a little to let him see all he could through my panties. I remember that I had some white ones on, and I hoped that he could see the dark part where my hair and slit was. I know he did. He almost went to pot and he could hardly concentrate on what he was saying or doing.