Puppet

the boy stepped off the bus into the brisk air. "hm, cold out today" he said into the wind. "why yes it is" cried the wind. he plodded on up the dusty trail towards the canteen, his usual watering hole. the narrator wonders what adventures lie in store for our hero today. 1

as usual his eyes fell to ogling girls as they pass on the walk across the plain. but today was different, because through the mere fancies that drifted by, he spotted something that he could only describe as surreptitious, it was puppet. a big bountiful babe, in the region of 05, 06, 86, one hell of a region. i suppose it could be, i'm not that well up on these things.. 2

ouch, look at that tight ass! isnt it the cutest you ever saw? deffo, young apprentice. so he followed it. eyes never leaving those hot buns inside those tight jeans, he walked quickly after her. all the while he pictured what it was like inside those pants. he so wished he could find out. his paced quickened and he was soon within ten feet of her and her frustratingly unattainable cheeks. i wish, he thought. but wait, whats this? she had dropped something. a book, bag, or bomb, he knew not. either or which way, it meant she was now bending down to pick up her thing. she leaned forwards exposing a little tiny patch of skin beneath her shirt, and of course making even more prominent her shapely butt in all of its shocking glory. he could just barely see the crotch of her jeans as she bent, pressed tight against her no doubt beautiful pussy. 3

he was so overcome with emotion that he clear forgot to stop walking, and slammed straight into the back of her. in the brief second between the touching of erect penis and firm buttock through cloth and the resulting exclamation of voices, without knowing, both parties experienced exactly equal amounts of sexual pleasure from the encounter, without realising the other was of the same predicament. if only the boy could know this!4

"oh!" she murmured after being so unexpectadley butted, pardon the pun. "my word, i do apologise, miss" he said to her, "i was busy checking you out. oh! no what i mean to say is... no, sorry, yes i was right, i was perving at your unbelievably hot ass." she started. "my word", she though, "e aint half forward, eh, brain? how refreshing".hey looked sullenly into each others eyes before parting briskly. the boy in question stood dumbfounded, as puppet and her rosy cheecks wiggled off. "man that was hot" he thought, "i wonder what she must think of me?". of course, being in the position that we are, we know what she was really thinking, but the boy and his human brain were unable to tell. 5

all through morning break degrading and depressing thoughts sped through his mind. he, of course, felt sure that that silly puppet felt disgusted by the mornings events, not liking being interrupted in the ass so early in the morning. but what she was really thinking, readers, was this: "oh man that was hot, it got me all wet. i wish i didnt have to go damn accountancy lessons this a.m. so i could go and beat off...", followed by, and with a faraway look in her eyes, "... or get him to do it", (him being the boy this story is based on). 6

a tricky situation indeed. what with puppet with her lessons, and the boy with his crippling inadequecy complexes, surely they could never interact in such a way again? let alone something more deliberate than the embarrassed fuddlings of a bemused couple who have accidentally touched on a cold september morning. you would think not. but alas! this story is not yet finished. because, by an extraordinary turn of events, puppet and this boy would meet again in the most unexpected of places, and in the most unbelievable circumstances...7

we begin again on the third floor of C block in college. puppet had climbed the stairs and was feeling breathless. thoughts of that boy ran through her brain still, but she stifled them as best she could, because she knew she had a lesson to attend. or did she? as it turns out, her teacher had mysteriously disappeared from view, leaving a cryptic note on the door: "gone to a meeting, back at one". "what can this mean?" thought puppet. feeling totally bemused she proceeded on down them there stairs, all the while thinking, thinking. she was so totally preoccupied with her thoughts, in fact,  that she walked straight into the boy's toilets, not noticing the sign on the door. before she realised where she was, she was in the room itself, all white porcelain and graffiti. "oh how absolutely horrid!" the poor girl cried, "i must get out of here, sharpish!". but before she put the 'h' on her last word, she stopped, as she heard a sound eminating from a nearby cubicle. she stood a while and listened.  if she wasn't much mistaken, she thought, that sound is none other than the sound of a boy rhythmically tugging at his throbbing slapper (his willy in lamens terms).8

my my, she thought, this is certainly a day of firsts: first a rigorous and unexpected encounter with a dashing stranger on the way into college, then a trip to the weird and wonderful world of the boys toilets, and now this, some strapping young chap, unswathed by her entrance, slapping away at his meat. "what is a girl to do?" she of course thought. and what would any self respecting girl do in her situation other than sit in the cubicle adjacent and listen intently? so this is what she did. she sat there as quietly as she could, and slid the latch in. again as quietly as possible. wild and wonderful pictures filled her head, forests full of enormous penises, large towers, big boats, bananas, anything else beginning with b that could be mistaken as a euphymism for a willy. but, more than anything, she thought of that boy. never before had she felt an erect penis slam like it did this morning into her willing, but surprised buttock. she thought of how exposed she in fact was, how her pussy, though fully clothed in two layers of material, was so precautiously facing the oncoming crowd behind her. how thoughtless of her, she considered, but decided instead on how clever she was. for that brief moment had done something to her. here she was, sat in a toilet, panties wet through, a boy masterbating beside her, and for a reason unknown to me, she thought, "yes, this is it! this is where it all ends. where i am is the epitomy of human emotion", she babbled, "the pinnacle of instinct!". upon which she threw open the door of her cubicle determinedly. she stood in the electric light, panting, she felt outside of herself. 9

she rapped on the door of the boy's cubicle and proclaimed "let me in, i deserve to be ravished and i dont care who you are", in as most determined a voice as she could muster . the thrusting behind the door stopped. it was all quiet in the toilet. 10

after what seemed like a long time indeed, puppet could hear the latch slide back in the door. it opened slowly, with deft precision. puppet didnt know what to expect. seeds of doubt began to sprout in her mind, maybe she is making a mistake, she thought, perhaps the boy will be offended, perhaps he is ugly, perhaps i am being unfaithful to the real boy i desire? (this is so the story ties in with the upcoming twist), what will he think of me if he finds out about this?? i may be forever doomed to a life of solice and lonely winter nights, with just a phillips ladyshave to keep me company!! she stopped pretty quickly as things unravelled in front of her. for the first time that morning, her mind emptied. it was him (well duh), that amazingly handsome boy who had fallen into her ass this morning so unexpectedly, so gracefully accidental. 11

she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her body, her fingers tingled and the hair on her neck stood up. the boy held her by the waist and brought her close to him. they kissed passionately, her long hair flowing over her slight shoulders. his enormous rod was raised in the air, and it pressed into puppets abdomen. "i feel you" she said quietly. they moved back together and fell onto the toilet lid. puppet was sat on the boy's knees facing him, her ass hanging in the air between his knees, both of them focused on the throbbing cock in front of them. she lifted the hair from her face and rested it on her back, whilst grappling his meat stick and carressing it. to think that this very same tool had been forced upon her only a few hours ago. the thought made her whimper stupidly. 12

she stood up, and wearing a determined expression, she lifted her t-shirt form her body. she was not wearing a bra, her firm young boobs raised expectantly in the hot air of the male lavatory. she unzipped her fly and lowered her jeans down her smooth thighs. the boy took his right hand and begins to carress puppet's right breast while he kissed her neck. she leaned her head back and arched her spine, while the boy pushed his body against hers. with his left hand he reached down her smooth back and slipped it into the back of her pink underwear. the elastic was light and brushed softly against his hand. she shuddered, and goosebumps formed all over her cold butt cheeks. his hand moved further down, cupping the lower part of one cheek.13

she leaned forward, pushing the boy down onto his behind. with his hand he gently caressed her firm butt. she bit her lip and closed her eyes. her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her soft breasts resting on his chest. the boy pulled his hand away and lifted puppet up and further onto his lap. he moved sideways slightly so puppet could put one foot on the side of the toilet lid. from this angle the beatiful muscles and tendons of her inner thighs could be clearly seen. he could also see the gentle indent formed by her tight vagina through her knickers. he placed his hand softly on the outside of her panties, and pushed slightly on the centre of her pussy. he could feel it wet through the cloth, causing him to writhe slightly, barely resisting the urge to grab it completely and eat it all up. she moaned as she saw the want in his eyes, and proceeded to pull aside the area of her panties that contained her aching pussy.  14

her hair hung on the boy's chest as she looked down, brushing against his nipples. she gripped just below the head of his penis with one hand, the other still holding her panties aside. the boy had to hold her steady, with one hand on her ribcage, his thumb just touching the side of her pert teenage breast. puppet pushed the tip of the boys bulging member into her eager pussy, parting her lips in the process. droplets of puppets juices started to accumulate on the tip of his penis as she pushed it in further. with just the head in, she lifted her body up slightly, allowing her lips to close around the tip again, then down, opening them. with each downward push she moved more of his cock into her. everytime she lifted upwards, the boy could see it gleaming with puppet's beatiful lubricating fluid. he smiled and she kissed him lightly on the forehead. she then lifted her leg down from the toilet lid and let her whole body weight rest on the boy. his whole cock was inside her, he could feel the skin of her parted thighs on his pelvis, soft and cold, but beginning to glisten as sweat formed on both of them. 15

she again began to thrust on his cock, slapping her crotch against his as they met at the base of the penis. he watched her pussy spread slightly then retract again as she moved it up and down his shaft. she leaned back her head, her hair falling down her bare shoulders. her hands were pressed against the sides of the cubicle, causing the dividing boards to rattle as she moved.  her body moved up and down repeatedly on his pulsating member. she increased the pace of her thrusts, her body lifting higher and higher up his shaft. soon she let out a quick short breath through her nose, biting her lip, then swung her head forward and moaned. her body jerked, and the boy could feel puppet's pussy tighten momentarily, then release as she pushed down on a final thrust. she breathed in heavily as the boy's cock, still inside her, swelled and let out a jet of cum inside her. she fell on him, panting, their hot bodies wet with sweat. with his cock still surrounded by puppet's weeping teen vagina, they kissed etc.16

the end.17