The Cherry Popper's Sex Toys

By James Creamwood

I took Susan to the summer house and locked the door behind us. Once we had insured our privacy, I escorted her over and laid her down on the long couch. First, I licked and kissed her little pussy slit until she reached orgasm. Then I turned to my real purpose for bringing her there. I told her I was going initiate her into a new mystery, more delicious than any she had yet experienced, but that it could be painful at first.
"What ever it is, my dear Benjamin, I'm sure that I will like it. Everything that you've done so far has been wonderful--what is it?"
"Then I will tell you. That little pussy of yours is made for the express purpose of having a cock put inside it. However, since mine is so large, and you are still so small and so young, I was afraid it would give you too much pain to do it sooner; but, now, I think I might be able to stick it in, if I go slow and do it gently."
"Oh, Benjamin, I want you to try. I have often felt I would like you to do that; but, since you never attempted to do it, I wondered why. Have you ever put it inside Paula?"
"Many times, my darling."
"Does she like it? Inquired Susan"
"Yes, she loves it."
"Then I want you to put it in me too, Benjamin."
It was my greatest desire to do just that, and told her that she must first remove all of her clothes. It didn't take her long to disrobe and stand there naked waiting while I finished removing mine. I had brought a towel to lay on the couch below her little rear-end in order to prevent any telltale stains that would give away our secret. Laying her down on her back, with her cute bottom close to the end, her legs hanging off the end. I then put a pillow on the floor, on which I knelt, thus positioning my cock a little above her sweet little virgin slit.
"I'm ready, Benjamin!" she said, nervously.
Susan was already well moistened from her previous orgasm, and by my licking the lips of her cunt, and covering them with saliva. I then guided my stiff penis towards the charming pouting lips of her sweet little cunt Then rubbing it first up and down between the pink lips, I proceeded to insert the blood engorged purple knob between them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Creamwood
• Release date: Sep 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370554263

James Creamwood

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The Cherry Popper’s Sex Toys

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James Creamwood

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Chapter 1

There were three of us students at the orphanage—the two twins Paula and Susan, and myself--Benjamin Thompson. I was approaching nineteen, and the girls were about a year younger. Paula was the oldest of the twins by a few minutes and always made sure her sister was aware of that fact. The Matron of the orphanage treated us all as if we were still children, and was blind to the fact that we were growing up. Although, I was small for my age due to small pox, and didn't have a masculine, outward appearance, my sexual passions were beginning to awaken, and my penis looked magnificent enough, when placed under the spell of feminine stimulation.

As yet, I had absolutely no knowledge of how the male and female sex organs were used for sex. The girls and I all slept in the same room. They together in one bed, and I alone in another. When no one was present, we had often mutually studied the differences in our sex organs.

We had discovered sometime before that mutual stimulations gave a certain amount of pleasing sensation; and, latterly, the eldest twin, Paula, had discovered that the hooding and un-hooding of my doodle, as she called it, instantly caused it to swell up and stiffen as hard as a piece of fire wood. She had also discovered that when I felt her little pinky slit, it gave her nice, pleasurable sensations; but, if I tried to insert my finger inside her, it would cause her great pain. We as yet had no inkling as to how the male and female organs were properly mated as yet. We were still perfectly innocent of guile and often let each other look at our naked bodies without the slightest hesitation. When playing in the garden, if someone wanted to relieve the pressure in their bladder, we would sometimes squat down together, and cross waters, each trying to see who could pee the fastest.

After my father and mother passed away when I was six years of age, I was sent to the orphanage. That’s where I met the twins. When I and the two girls were old enough to begin school a young lady by the name of Pamela Stewart, was was hired to be our teacher.

We didn't see much of her the first evening, but after breakfast of the following morning, the Matron in charge of the orphanage brought her into our schoolroom, and said, Now, my dears, I am placing you under Miss Stewart's care. I want you to obey all of her instructions. She will teach you your lessons, since I am too busy to do it myself.

Mrs. Randal then turned to the new teacher, and said, I'm afraid that you will find them somewhat spoiled, and unruly; but, I have some excellent birch rods if you require them. Remember, if you spare their butts when they deserve a whipping, you will greatly disappoint me.

While the Matron was saying this, I observed Miss Stewart's eyes, and they appeared to dilate with a sort of joy. I felt certain then that, no matter how hard Mrs. Randal had beaten us, when we deserved it, Miss Steward would administer it much more severely. The woman looked amiable enough, and had a truly beautiful face and attractive figure. She was twenty-six years of age and dressed in a manner that was conservative, but still showed off all her obvious feminine assets. The new teacher was, in truth, a very seductive creature.

She made an immediate impression on me. However, There was, somewhat a sternness of expression, and a dignity in the way she carried herself, which caused me to both fear and respect her at the same time. Everything went smoothly at first, and seeing that the Matron treated me precisely as she did the twins, I came to be regarded as just another child by Miss Stewart. She discovered that she was expected to sleep in the same room with the girls, and myself, and I could feel on that first night Miss Stewart didn't approve of this arrangement; but, gradually she became adjusted to it, and seemed to think no more about it.

When bedtime came, we all kissed Mrs. Randal goodnight and retired early, as usual.

Miss Stewart followed some time later. When she came in, she carefully locked the door, then looked at me to see if I were asleep. Why, I don't know, but I instinctively pretended to be sleep, even when she passed me with the candle radiating across my face. When she reached her bed she commenced undressing, and when her back was turned, I opened my eyes, and greedily devoured her naked charms, as they were gradually exposed to me.

The moment she turned around, I would again pretend that I was asleep. I have said that my sexual passions had begun to develop themselves, but as yet I did not understand their force or purpose. I remember well this first night, when that beautiful woman gradually removed almost every piece of her clothing, within a couple of yards of me--the effect of each succeeding sexual charm, from her lovely and beautifully formed breasts to the taking off her shoes, and stockings from her well-formed legs, caused my prick to swell and stiffen to a very excited state. When all but her chemise (a loose fitting slip-like undergarment) was removed, she stopped to pick up her petticoats which she had allowed to fall to her feet, and in lifting them, raised up her chemise too, and exposed to my view a most glorious rear-end--dazzlingly white and shining like satin.

As the light fell full upon it, while she was still in a stooping position, I could see that around her pinky slit. It was surrounded by a thin covering of blonde, curly hair. When she turned around to put her petticoats on a chair, in order to pick up her night-gown, she slipped her chemise from her arm, and let it fall to the floor. While she lifted the night-gown over her head, I received a marvelous view of her beautiful belly, and the beautiful blonde curls decorating her pubic mound. The sight was so voluptuous that I had to suppress a pleasurable moan due to my intense excitement. She then sat down on the edge of the bed to take off her shoes and stockings. Oh! what beautiful thighs, legs, ankles, and feet she had.

As I look back to this distant time in my past, I must admit that I've had many beautiful and well-shaped women, but I never saw legs more voluptuously formed than I did on that night.

In a few minutes, she extinguished the light, and there was a rushing, noise as liquid flowed into the night vase. It was very different from the gentle tinkle from myself and the twins, as we often squatted down opposite each other and crossed water, laughing at the different sources from which they flowed. My schoolmates often envied me, my power to direct the spurt wherever I wished, little then did we imagine the real purpose of that masculine tool.

I heard the sexy little creature get into bed, and shortly afterwards I heard her breathing hard. As for me, I couldn't sleep. I lay awake the greater part of the night, afraid to move, lest I should disturb Miss Stewart and give her cause to think that I had been observing her while she undressed. When at last I did manage to doze off, it was but to dream of her, and all the sexual charms that I had seen.

About a month passed this way, and Miss Stewart became more and more at ease, and confident in her new quarters. Unbeknownst to her, she was often giving me glorious and lengthened glimpses of her beautifully developed, feminine charms; although, it was only about every other night that I could enjoy them. This was because they always produced a sleeplessness in me afterwards, and I usually slept profoundly when I would have preferred continued gazing on the charms of the lovely teacher. But, doubtless, those exhausting sleeps helped to throw her off her guard, and gave me better opportunities than I should otherwise have had.

Once or twice, she used the toilet before putting on her night-gown, and I could see the rosy-lipped opening embossed in exquisite blonde curls, and it drove me wild with excitement. Yet, I never once thought of wrapping my fingers around my stiff penis and stroking it to relive its throbbing stiffness.

Whether Mrs. Randal had observed the very frequent projections in my trousers, or began to have second thoughts about me sleeping in the same room as Miss Stewart and the girls, I cannot say, but she had my bed moved into her room. However, I was so thoroughly treated as a immature boy by every one in the house, that Miss Stewart seemed to forget my sex; and there was a freedom in her attitudes that she certainly wouldn't have indulged in, if she had felt that she was in the presence of a youth well above the age of puberty.

In cold weather, I used to sit on a low stool by the fire—while Miss Stewart was seated in front of me. I had my lesson book on my knee, and she herself would place her beautiful feet on the rungs of her chair, with her work in her lap, while she heard my schoolmates repeat their lesson. She was thus totally unconscious, that for half an hour at a time, she was exposing her beautiful legs and thighs to my ardent gaze. Since I was sitting much lower than her, with my head bent as if intent on my textbook, my eyes were below her raised petticoats. Her tight-fitting white stockings displayed her well-formed legs, and while the teacher was confined to the house during our morning lessons she didn't wear underwear.

In this position which she now sat, her knees were higher than her feet on the chair rungs, and her legs were somewhat apart to help hold her work in her lap. This allowed me to easily see the whole glorious underswell of both thighs, and the lower portion of her fine bottom, with the pinky slit quite visible, nestled in its blonde curls. The light from the fire flickering under her raised petticoats tinged the whole feminine display with a glow, and set me equally ion fire in a blaze of desire, until I was almost ready to faint.

I could have rushed headlong under her petticoats, and kissed and fondled that delicious opening and all its surrounding feminine flesh. Oh, how little she knew of the sexual passions that she was stirring up in me. Oh! My dear Miss Stewart, how I did love you from your dainty kid slippers, and tight glossy silk stocking, up to the glorious swell of her beautiful breasts, that were so fully exposed to me nearly every night.

Thus day after day passed away, and Miss Stewart became a goddess, a creature whom, in my heart of hearts, I literally worshiped. When she left the schoolroom, and I was alone, I kissed the seat on which she sat, and even the air an inch above, where my imagination had placed her lovely cunt. I craved for something beyond this without knowing exactly what I wanted; for, as yet, I really was utterly ignorant of anything pertaining to the joining of the sexes.

One day I had gone up to my schoolmates' bedroom where the teacher slept, so that I could lie in her bed, and imagine embracing her and fucking her beautiful body. While there, I heard some one approaching, and knowing that I had no business there, I hid myself under the bed. A moment later, Miss Stewart entered an locked the door. When she came in, it was about an hour before dinner time. Taking off her dress, she hung it in the closet, and pulled out a piece of furniture, which had bought for her when she moved into the house. This strange devise had often puzzled me and I wondered what it was and how it worked.

She took off the lid, poured some water into its basin, and placed a sponge nearby. The teacher then took off her gown, drew up her petticoats and chemise to her waist. She held them there, straddled across the devise, and seated herself upon it.

I thus had the intoxicating delight of gazing on all her beautiful, feminine charms, because when she tucked up her clothes she stood before her mirror, presenting to my devouring glance her glorious white butt in all its splendor. While straddling over the bidet before she sat down, the whole of her pink-lipped cunt presented itself to my enraptured gaze. I will never forget the wild excitement of that moment. It was almost too much for my excited senses to stand; fortunately, when she sat down, the immediate cause of my great stimulation almost vanished. She sponged herself between the thighs for a moment before raising herself off the bidet, and again displayed the pink lips of her cunt.

Oh, Miss Stewart, my dear, delicious Miss Stewart! What would you have thought, had you discovered that I was gazing on all your angelic charms, with my eager eyes straining themselves to penetrate the pink richness of those charming, pouting lips. Oh! how I did long to kiss them because at that time, I had no idea of the proper way they should be penetrated using a hard cock.

When she finished cleaning herself, she sat down and pulled off her stockings, displaying her beautiful white calves and charming little feet. I believe it was this first admiration of her exquisitely formed legs, which first awakened my sexual passions for those beautiful objects, which have since always exercised a peculiar charm over me. She then put on silk stockings, and another dress, before leaving the room.

Some six weeks had now elapsed since the arrival of Miss Stewart at the orphanage. The passion that I felt for our teacher kept me obedient to her slightest command, and I guess my example had the effect of helping keep my schoolmates in line, but it was impossible this could last for very long--it was not in our nature. As long as all went smoothly, Miss Stewart seemed to be very amiable. We thought we could do as we wished, and we grew more careless.

Miss Stewart became more reserved, and cautioned us at first, and then threatened us with the rod. But, we didn't think she would make use of it. Paula grew more impertinent, and finally one afternoon turned sulky and suborn over her lessons. This angered Miss Stewart and she jumped up from her seat. She then grabbed Paula by the arm and dragged the struggling girl over to the punishment horse. The twin was strong and fought hard, using both teeth and nails, but it did her no good. The anger of our teacher was fully aroused, and raising the girl in her arms, she carried her forcibly to the horse, and placed her on it.

The teacher held her firmly with one hand while she put the noose around her with the other. This was drawn tight to secure her body, and then other nooses were used to secure each of her ankles to rings in the floor. This keep Paula's legs spread apart by the projection of the horse, and also forced her knees to bend exposing her butt, and all of her private parts.

Miss Stewart then left her there, and went to get a birch rod. In a few minutes she returned, still evidently flushed with anger, and proceeded to tie Paula's petticoats up above her waist. This left her bottom and her little pinky slit quite bare and exposed directly to my view. It had been two months since I had seen her private parts, and I was quite surprised to observe that the lips were more pouting and swelled out than before. Also, the mossy covering of her pubic mound was much more developed, and it was it more exciting than I had expected. Since my thoughts had primarily been focused on the more fully developed feminine assets of Miss Stewart, I had ceased thinking about toying with Paula.

This full view of all her private parts reawakened my former sexual desires and greatly strengthened them. Miss Stewart first removed her own scarf, laying bare her ivory shoulders, and showing the upper halves of her beautiful breasts, which were heaving with the excitement of her anger. She bared her right arm, and grasping the rod, stepped back and raised her arm with her eyes glistening in a peculiar manner. She was indeed a beautiful sight to see.

I will never forget that moment--the rod whistled through the air and fell with a cruel cut on poor Paula's sweet little ass. The flesh quivered again, and Paula, who had resolved not to cry out, moaned in pain, and bit the cloth with which the horse was covered.

Again and again the arm