Naive Wanda: Wanda's Experiment

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Chapter 6: Naïve Wanda's Experiment

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==== Special Note ====

I am aware that the series is progressing slower than some would prefer. Authoring is not second nature to me, which means I must choose between writing a longer story - but then taking a much longer time between chapters - or submitting shorter chapters for publication, with less "action" and more of a "slow burn".

==== Notes ====

This story contains descriptions of the aftermath of an attempted seduction of a reluctant, naïve, barely legal 18-year-old. A voluptuous, busty, barely-legal 18-year-old, who was overwhelmed when a creep attempted to seduce her - and almost succeeded. Her subsequent thoughts, dreams, and nightmares have an element of coercion, non-consent, humiliation, and submissiveness as well.

Her older neighbor, who is also her teacher, is doing his best to help and support her... While also trying to control his own urges.

If you consider this potentially offensive, close this window or tab immediately.

All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

I wish to call out a special thanks toMaster_Doctorfor his extremely insightful comments and verbiage which vastly improved this story.

Do not reprint this work on any other website or any medium without the explicit consent of the author (aka me).

== About Me ==

In real life, I am a teacher. I taught a student named Wanda in my classes. Like the story, she is Hispanic. Also, like the story, she was my neighbor. Living in the same complex over the summer meant that I was privileged to see her in skimpy summer clothes and around the pool in a bathing suit.

As in the story, she was sexy, voluptuous, smart, and cute. She was very petite, and her body was a mix of Ella Knox and Gabby Carter.

And yes, very naïve about things.

The rest of the story is a fantasy. There is no recap; please first read the preceding chapters of the Naïve Wanda series.

=== Wanda's Decision ===

Wanda showered and thought about what Mr. Smith did... And how good it felt.

'It felt so good! Mr Smith's touching me felt so good! He said I should stop him. But I didn't! I couldn't! I let him touch me! Touch me all over! Just like the bastard did!'

She thought with shame how she couldn't stop him. And how helpless she felt.

'I'm such a slut. I'm an easy slut. I freeze and give in when I get touched. My brain short-circuits, and I stop thinking. It's like I become helpless. Powerless. Nothing else matters. It's like I let go. I lose control. The bastard grabbed me, and I couldn't stop him. Mr. Smith grabbed me, and I couldn't stop him. No matter how scared I was, no matter how humiliated I was, I let them grab me. I let them touch me. Grope me. Wherever they wanted.'

Wanda soaped her breasts, but her thoughts were invaded by how that bastard touched and squeezed her boobies. Her bare boobies. And touched her nippies. Her bare nippies! And even sucked on them! And I let him!

And then she remembered her nightmare. Where she told the bastard how she felt. And how much she liked it. What she admitted to the bastard:

"I want you to squeeze my melons. Again. Suck on my titties. Again..."

"I'm a slut with Double-D juggs and I wanted you to touch them.."

"Oh god, it felt so good when you sucked on my nippies..."

"I'm a slut with Double-D titties and I wanted you to touch them and squeeze them. Hard..."

Wanda used her towel to dry her fanny and kitty. Her thoughts went back to how that bastard touched those same spots, just the other day in the parking lot. And he had his hand inside her underwear! Inside her panties! And he touched her bare tush! How he put his finger on her bare butthole! And how excited she was!

To her horror and shame, Wanda realized she was getting excited right now!

'When he touched me in the mall, I let him. I got so excited. And in my nightmare I admitted that I liked it. I told the bastard that I liked it! Her own words replayed themselves over and over again in her mind:

"I liked it when you groped my big juicy ass. My big juicy virgin ass. Sir."

"I felt so slutty when you squeezed my ass. Sir"

"You squeezed my bum really hard. It felt good. Sir"

"I'm an anal slut Sir. Oh damn you, I am. I'm an anal slut... Sir."

"I'm the slut. I'm a nympo... A nymphomaniac".

Wanda put her head down in shame. 'And in my dream, he touched me even more. And I let him! I got even more excited! And I admitted I was a slut... That I was HIS slut. I called him sir. And I called him master!'

'And I got excited. So excited! He ordered me to touch myself. And I obeyed him!'Wanda gasped, 'I was so excited that I started to have an orgasm. I started to climax... to cum.'

Wanda was always proud that she would keep her promises. She promised her mommy that she would respect and listen to authority, like a teacher or a police officer. And she always kept that promise.

She promised her mommy she would do good in school, and she always kept that promise. She also promised that she would take care of Mocha and Cinnamon and Chowder, and she always did.'I always keep my promises.'

And she promised her mommy that she would always be a good girl. But she didn't keep that promise! She let the bastard touch her! She never even tried to stop him!'I admitted I was excited... And I even called the bastard SIR and MASTER.'

Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears at what she said in her nightmare:

"I will listen to you, Sir. Obey you. Sir."

"I'll do whatever you want, Master."

"I am wet, Master."

Wanda felt her knees getting weak and tears rolled down her eyes as her thoughts went back to the parking lot. And to her dreams. And her nightmares. What he said she was. What she admitted she was.

'And he called me a slut-slave! And I admitted it! I admitted I was a slut! A Double-D slut! A nympho! And when he ordered me, I obeyed him.'

Wanda grabbed the sink as part of her wanted to fall to the floor and curl up in a ball.

'I can't go on like this. I know it was just a dream, a nightmare... But it felt so real. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking that it's like a promise I made ... that I have to obey him from now on. How I said that he's my Master. And how excited he made me. And just thinking about it, I still get excited!'

Her mind was working overtime.'I can't let him win. I just can't! But how?'

As Wanda stepped out of the bathroom, she couldn't help but think about how the bastard had groped her. And how powerless she was to stop him.

'It was like he was controlling me. And I let him. And mommy says all guys are jerks who think with their dicks. All guys are creeps and bullies who think with their dicks. That all men are bastards.'

Then she stopped and thought about what had just happened with Mr. Smith. How he touched her. How good it felt when his hand touched her boobies and tush.

'And I melted when Mr. Smith touched me. And it felt so good. All I could feel was his hands touching my special spots. It's like I surrendered to him too. He could have done anything. Everything. He could have touched my bare boobies or taken off my panties. And more. He could have done anything. Everything.'

But then Wanda realized something. Something important. What Mr. Smith said. How excited he was as well. And how hard it was for him to stop.

'But Mr. Smith did stop. He stopped! He didn't have to. He could have done everything! And I wouldn't have stopped him! I couldn't stop him. But he stopped because he said he cares about me. And I know he gets excited as well. I've seen his pecker get hard. And he told me how excited he gets. But he stopped because he says he cares about me.'

'And he has faith that I can stop too. He believes in me. I can't let him down, I just can't.'

Wanda took a deep breath.'I almost went into that bastard's car. But Mr. Smith stopped him.'

'And he stopped the bastard in my dreams. In my first nightmare, I heard Mr. Smith calling my name and then I woke up.'

'Then in last night's nightmare, he woke me up. The bastard ordered me to touch myself and cum. And I touched myself and almost did! But Mr. Smith woke me up. He saved me... saved me from myself.'

Wanda nodded to herself.

'He protected me in my nightmares. And after Mr. Smith touched me, he could have done whatever he wanted. Everything. It felt so good. But then he stopped. He didn't have to. But he did. He told me he stopped to prove I should trust him.'

Wanda made her decision.

'Mr. Smith is right. I should trust him. I need to trust him. I have to trust him. I will. I WILL trust him. I have no one else. And even if I'm wrong, I'd rather it be Mr. Smith who touches me than anyone else. I can't let some bastard touch me and abuse me like he owns me. I'd rather Mr. Smith who touches me.... Not some boy... Not some bully. Not some bastard. Only Mr. Smith.'

Wanda slowly took out her clothes. She took her time and chose her prettiest shirt and shorts. A light pink, frilly bra she hasn't worn in years. She stared at her panty drawer for a minute, wondering which one to choose. She frowned as she realized all she owned were plain cotton panties.

Then she slowly dressed herself. It was difficult, as her shorts and bra and blouse were so tight. Clothing she grew out of. Clothing she stopped wearing once boys and creeps started staring or saying lewd things to her.

'I have to kick the bastard out of my head. Replace him with something else. I have to figure out a way. We have to figure out a way. And I have an idea. I hope I'm right.'

=== Wanda's Experiment ===

Wanda and I sync'd up at about 9 am. Even though I've seen her in bathing suits, and sometimes just wearing a t-shirt and panties at night or early morning, she looked different, even hotter than usual, if that was possible. She wasn't wearing makeup or perfume, as she was one of those rare beauties who didn't need to. And as impossible as it sounds, her breasts looked bigger as well. Her ass also looked even more plump, which I would have thought would not be possible unless someone rewrites the laws of Physics.

After her nightmares, I decided that we would watch a couple of YouTube videos on lucid dreaming and controlling dreams. But they were poorly disguised ads for some book or video series to purchase.

Wanda sat right next to me. My eyes glanced sideways, and I noticed that her cute plaid blouse was tight. Very tight. It was so tight that each button was straining and it seemed like those massive tits of hers would burst out any second. The top buttons were undone, and the ones that were buttoned were barely held together.

My mouth went dry when my eyes closed in on Wanda's bra. Usually it was plain, white, with underwire designed for one thing: to support her massive 32-DD's. But this bra was different. Light pink. Lace. It was also so tight that it struggled to support her monster melons, and her DD-tits are pushed up and pressed together, creating deep, sexy cleavage.

A light pink and frilly bra? I didn't even think she owned one. Wanda would always do her best not to wear anything that would draw attention to herself. And she's never worn these clothes before. Perhaps I need to remind her to do some laundry.

My eyes continued downwards to her shorts. Shorts which were so tight that they may well have been shrink-wrapped to her amazing ass--a voluptuous, amazing ass which jutted out on all sides.

My eyes feasted on her bare, shapely legs, and continued down to her small feet. She wore a pair of sandals instead of the usual sneakers. Toe rings, tattoos, and fancy painted nails are popular with teens, but as expected, her small toes and nails were bare. Wanda either didn't have the money, or as she was so shy, she wouldn't want to do anything to draw attention to herself. Or both. It didn't matter; her small feet and toes were perfect without any polish, without any jewelry.

My Sith training took over, and I imagined licking Wanda's toes while my fingers explored the rest of her body. I imagined grabbing and squeezing Fantasy Wanda's huge melons while sucking on her toes. But then I snapped out of it when Fantasy Wanda started cumming and shaking so much and so hard that her foot lodged itself in my throat, and her other foot smacked me harder than a Chuck Norris sidekick.

I was once again mesmerized by her beauty. Her plump, perfect 18-year-old body never fails to take my breath away. Finally, I forced my eyes to look away, hoping that Wanda didn't see me leering at her. But she was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice. She was staring straight ahead at the TV, but her eyes seemed somewhere else.

I would sometimes sub in a health class. I would teach that bloating is associated with the menstrual cycle. Perhaps this was it, or Wanda was morphing into Jessica Rabbit before my eyes.

There was no way I would let her wear those clothes to the vet. If she did, every guy in a five-mile radius would visit the animal hospital and bring in their 'sick' dogs, or even buy a dog, just for a chance to feast on her body. And every male with a pulse, whether human, canine or feline, would immediately go into heat. Like I was.

Luckily, we both had off-days, so there would be time for her to change before she walks her dog or if we go out somewhere.

It wasn't hard to tell that she was preoccupied. Wanda was tapping her foot like she was nervous about something. And she was deep in thought, wringing her hands and biting her lower lip. Although she was staring at the TV, she wasn't paying attention to the video. Her mind was elsewhere. She glanced at me and suddenly turned off the TV.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Mr. Smith, can we try something? I've given it a lot of thought. Something different. Please, let's kiss and let's do stuff. Stuff on top. Can we? Please? Please?"

My beautiful 18-year-old student just asked me to make out with her; and gave me the green light to touch and caress and play with her massive, beautiful boobs and titflesh? I may be going to hell, but right now it feels like heaven.

Or maybe I was already in hell, because I'm going to cross that line that no teacher should cross with a student. And it was up to me to stop, as I know Wanda isn't capable. And for a tit-man like myself, and based on what happened earlier, I'm not even sure I could stop myself.

And how was this going to help her? "Wanda, what is this about? What happens if you don't stop me? When do I stop?"

Wanda looked at me with a small smile. There was also a look on her face I didn't recognize. "I trust you to stop at the right time. You're right, you're the only person on earth who would stop. The only person I trust. I swear I'll never question you again. I know in my heart that you will stop when the time is right. And I know it's not easy for you. I'll be in your debt forever. You said I should trust you. And I do. Forever and Always."

Yup, that's me. Always the designated driver, who was trusted to drive drunk female friends home and not take advantage. My guy friends would call me a doormat, a wimp, a wuss, an idiot, for always being the 'safe guy'. The 'nice guy'. And part of me knows they're right.

Well, my cock woke up upon hearing the words 'I'll be in your debt forever'. I couldn't yell 'down boy'. I really do need to search for that cock-sized shock collar. Maybe I'll attach it permanently with a hot glue gun or a stapler. I felt sorry for him. Poor guy.

I'm being trusted to kiss her and fondle the tit-flesh of my student, my friend. Grab and grope her glorious Double-D's. And when she goes into an unresisting pleasure zone, where I can do anything and everything, she's put her trust in me to stop myself from going any further. While I'm groping someone who won't stop me. Can't stop me. So somehow, I need to stop myself even when I am crazed with lust myself.

I don't remember this on the curriculum when I received my master's degree and teacher license.

I remembered my vow. The vow I made, where I swore to do what was right by her. How can I help Wanda when I can't control myself?

Does she understand what she's asking of me? I started to ask her what she was thinking; why she wanted me to do this.

Wanda was watching me closely and became aware of my inner battle. She realized I was hesitating. She looked up at me and placed her hand on my chest. I felt her hand trembling.

"Please, please, I need this. I need this to happen. With you. Only you. I know it's not easy for you. But please, can you do this for me? Please? Please?"

Now I recognize that look. The look of desperation. I also recognized the tone in her voice. She was pleading with me. Begging me. Pleading like kids do when they are failing a course. When they are begging for extra credit. When a kid promises to do anything in order for me to give them a passing grade.

Except in this case, Wanda was one of my star students. She never had to ask for extra credit to get a higher grade. And she wasn't begging me to raise her grade. She was begging and pleading with me to make out with her. To touch her. Grope her. Grope the biggest, most beautiful pair of tits in the world.

And she was begging me so hard that she was shaking. I hated seeing her like this. My brain couldn't comprehend why this was so important to her, how it would help her. I needed to understand, and I started to open my mouth to ask her why. But my hands and cock were sick of my shyness and self-doubt, and called for an impeachment vote. I was outnumbered and overthrown.

I pulled her close to me and cupped her puffy cheek in the palm of my hand. Our eyes locked, and Wanda placed her hand over mine and whimpered. She molded her cheek into my hand and slowly closed her eyes.

I leaned in and kissed her neck and caressed her back. Her shoulders and back were tense and stiff, yet strong. I was surprised that I could feel muscles under her adorable layer of teen-baby fat. Then again, I knew she was stronger than she looked. I guess that's from swimming daily at the pool, as well as having to hold up those DD-cup monster melons.

I was determined to take it slow, to savor every moment. Looking down her blouse, down that infinite cleavage, it was hard for me to fight my urge to dive right into groping and mauling her amazing boobs. The creep did this, but his end goal was to weaken her defenses, take her, and pound her senseless. And not give a shit about her, whether she was enjoying it or not, but instead to use and abuse her. My Wanda was too sweet and too kind a person to be treated like that. Too special. She deserved better. So much better.

My mouth spent a few minutes nibbling at her ears and giving her little kisses on her cheeks and shoulders. The tip of my tongue played with her lips and into her mouth. I slowly caressed her back. Kissing Wanda like this sent a bolt of excitement shooting through my body. Her moans were a sign that Wanda felt it as well.

My hands wandered down her back, but then I realized that she asked me to stay on top. Well, there are plenty of things to do with those two monsters. They were so big and spilled out in so many directions. If she kept growing, I'm pretty sure she would need to go up a cup size. She was already halfway there.

There are many ways to get to the promised land. From the side, bottom, or top. Or like a multiple-choice answer on my exams, all of the above.

I brought my hand back up to her hair and kissed her longer. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth and sucked on her tongue. She wasn't a good kisser, and I realized that this was her first true make-out session. The evil Sith part of me thought,'I'll teach her to be a good kisser. And more.'

After a few moments, my hand reached out and lightly touched her magnificent breast. Wanda looked down, stared at my hand, slowly lifted her head, looked me in the eyes, and took a deep breath.

Our eyes locked as my other hand touched her other melon. Wanda moaned as my fingers traced the outline of her boobs through her shirt. I could feel her body trembling as my hands explored the curves of each of her magnificent breasts.

After a few moments, I kissed her hard and pulled her hair back a little. Her body arched and my hand scooted down to palm her heavy right boob. I cupped that monster titty in my palm and fondled it. I may have touched Wanda's beauties before, but not like this. This was different; this was the first time she was a willing participant.

I felt like a teenager again, having his first groping session. Her breasts were so big that my hand didn't come close to gripping the whole thing. Her titflesh spilled out of her bra and onto my fingers.

Wanda moaned louder, and once again I felt her get lost in the sensations. I had never known or heard of anyone who got off quite as much from her tits being fondled. Certainly not anyone I was ever with. Her soft moans were the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

I stopped the kiss but did not stop my groping. My hands were squeezing each boob, lifting and feeling their heft. My hand went to her hard nipple, and all she did was moan louder.

I started slowly, caressing her beautiful, ripe melons. But then I decided, or rather my hands decided, to go for broke - they decided to squeeze her firm young titflesh and knead them as if they were raw dough. All she did was moan louder.

After a few minutes of groping and mauling her amazing young boobs, I realized just how I had lost control, and just rough I was. Most of the buttons on her blouse had popped open, or had fallen off entirely. My previous dates would have stopped me a long time ago.

I needed to be sure I wasn't too rough with my little Wanda.

"Wanda, are you going to stop me?" I said this while continuing to grab and mash each of her melons. Who needed a stress ball when I had Wanda's boobs?

"Wanda, what's happening?"

She whispered "My boobs feel so warm. Feels so good. My kitty is getting tingly."

I then realized I was acting like a clumsy teenager and needed to pause my grope-fest and give her a chance to respond. "Wanda, is this what you wanted? Should I stop?"

Wanda blinked rapidly, her eyes cleared, and she looked up at me. Her response was to place her hand on my cheek and stare into my eyes. Then she grabbed my hand and placed it back on her boob.

I took that as she wanted me to continue(Duh!). After one hard squeeze, her eyelids fluttered, and she went back into her haze.

Wanda said that she trusted me to stop at the right time. But she gave me no hint, no indication of when I should stop. My hands once again took over.

They squeezed both her globes at the same time. Squeezed each of her magical tits, one at a time. Squeezed them quickly. Squeezed them slowly.

The biggest boobs my hands had ever touched were a small C-Cup. I always dreamed and fapped to the thought of squeezing and groping a babe with massive boobs. And it was finally happening...

I was probably spelling out all sorts of things in Morse code, short titty-squeezes being the dots and long titty-squeezes being the dashes. All this time, Wanda's eyes were unfocused, staring into space.

Her nipples were so hard that it seemed like they were trying to burst through her bra. My hands couldn't get enough of her whoppers. Wanda's hands fell loosely to her side.

I must have squeezed and groped and played with her monster melons for what seemed like an hour. Finally, my hands and fingers got tired. I stopped and started nibbling on her neck, and my hands were already planning their next move, which was to release those melons from their frilly prison.

Suddenly, Wanda pulled away, her eyes cleared, and she looked up at me. "Mr. Smith, can I tell you something? Please."

My head tilted, wondering what she was going to say. Was she having doubts? Was I too forceful? Too rough?

Wanda frowned. "I realized something earlier. That the only other person ever to touch me was that bastard. And that I would have nightmares and bad memories forever. I can't live like that." Her eyes started to tear up, and the pain and fright in her eyes were plainly visible.

But then she shook her head, collected herself, and broke into a small, almost playful smile. I hadn't seen that smile since before the incident. I did not know how much I missed that smile. Until now.

She looked at me and smiled again. "But, like your lab class, I formed a hypothesis. The null hypothesis is that what the bastard did would stay rent-free in my head forever. That I would continue to have bad memories and nightmares forever."

She continued, "UNLESS I did something about it. Change the parameters. And, like we did in your lab class, I formed an alternate hypothesis. And I decided to test it.

"My alternate hypothesis is whether it was possible for something better, much better, to replace those bad memories. Someone better, much better, to replace that bastard. I had to test it. And that is what I just did. What we just did."

She sighed. "And now I know that those bad memories will only stay in my head UNLESS something better, somebody better, replaces it. And you are that somebody."

Wanda paused and looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. "Somebody I really like and really care about. Somebody I WANT to touch me. To help me purge those bad memories and replace them with good ones. Better ones. That someone is you. Only you. I need to replace him. With you."

She took a deep breath. "You said I need to think logically and rationally about this, and I did. And the null hypothesis has been disproved." Like a scientist, she nodded in agreement to herself.

"My primary hypothesis, that I will now have good memories, memories of you touching me, has been proven and accepted. With your help as my 'lab assistant'."

She put air quotes around the words 'lab assistant'.

I don't think there's ever been a job description of a lab assistant quite matching what I just did.

Have I mentioned how much I hate it when kids use my own words and teachings against me?

Wanda continued, "Now my memory of the last person who kissed me and touched my boobies, touched me up top is a good one. A great one. A great memory. One that I will cherish forever. Not of that bastard. But of YOU. You made me feel better than that bastard ever did. My memory now is of somebody I care for, a lot, a whole lot. Someone who I WANT to touch me."

She sighed again. "Now when I remember being kissed and my boobies touched, I will think of you touching me. Your hands. YOURS. Not his. And when I think of my nippies being kissed and stuff, I need it to be with you." Wanda actually shivered. "I need that to happen."

She put her head on my chest, and I heard content sighs.

She looked up. "Mr. Smith, please let's complete the experiment. Let's do more. Let's continue. Please. Touch me. Touch my boobies. My bare boobies. And my nippies. Please."

She paused for a second, and I could see her lip quivering. "Please help me kick the bastard out of my head. Replace my bad memories with good ones. Replace my nightmares with good ones. Replace my memories of the bastard. Please help me."

She bit her lip and her jaw tightened. "And then if that bastard appears in my dream again, I'll tell him that you made me feel a thousand times better than he ever did. And if I do become an old maid, I will always know the last person who touched me and made me feel good is you, not that bastard."

I wanted to say that memories and dreams and nightmares don't always work that way. But how can I mention that without worrying her? And this is better than anything I had come up with. Before I had a chance to think further, Wanda continued:

"Please don't think of me as a slut or nymphomaniac because I want this. Because I need this to happen. Please."

Wanda looked at me with the sweetest little smile in the world, and I melted inside. "Then I promise we will work together. Please?

Kids like it when I mention examples and experiences from my prior classes. It helps them connect with the labs and lessons.

Somehow, I don't think this would qualify.

As much as the other kids may want to hear about this 'lab work', it wouldn't exactly be helpful to my teaching career, nor something I could add to my academic vitae.

Before I could get lost further in my usual self-doubt, Wanda thrust out her chest, grabbed my hands, and placed them back on her twin beauties. Then she put her face near mine and whispered, "Please help me. Please make me feel good."

She smiled again and said, "Let us complete my experiment. Our experiment." Then she took the initiative and started to kiss me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth.

As we kissed, I reached out and gently touched her breasts, my fingers tracing the outline of her hard nipples through her bra. Wanda moaned softly, and true to form, she stopped our kiss, and I could feel her entering her '`zone'.

I remembered that I've never seen Wanda's bare boobs. They were always covered by her heavy duty bra, or a shirt at bedtime. The only uncovered boobs I've seen which were as big as hers were in two dimensions, being those of porn stars I watched on a monitor or TV screen while beating off.

I had to see them. And then touch them. Flesh-on-flesh. Her big luscious boobs. Wanda wanted me to, begged me to, didn't she?

I fumbled with the remaining buttons on her blouse, and finally I just lifted the blouse over her mounds. I felt some buttons pop open, but didn't care. I grabbed her bra like a child reaching for a forbidden piece of candy, and pulled it up, freeing her boobs and exposing them both to the air.

I've dreamed about touching massive tits all my life. I've fantasized about it during rub-out sessions. And it was nothing compared to the real thing. Wanda and I both gasped as her two hefty globes popped out in their full glory. I stared, awe-struck. I now had a full view of her perfect, massive eighteen-year-old chest.

No other guy has ever enjoyed the view I had. A view which was breathtaking and almost surreal. I stopped for a minute and took in the sights. It was better than any Picasso, any DaVinci.

They were as glorious as I had imagined. Her pinkish areolas and hard nipples stood out and begged me to tease them. Begged me to touch them. Begged me to lick them. To suck on them. Her nipples looked like thick pencil erasers, diamond-hard, thick, and about half an inch long. My mouth opened involuntarily, and I almost bit my tongue to prevent it from devouring those luscious nipples.

Wanda was staring at me, her eyes wide. Her breath caught as my hand gently touched her bare breast for the first time. My hand froze, as if wanting to remember this moment forever.

Her teenage breasts seemed to defy the laws of gravity, being so big, so full, with just a hint of sag. I had never touched anything so magnificent in my life.

If there was a Platonic Form for Absolute Breast Perfection, I was staring at it. And for the first time, touching them. I wanted to -- no, I needed to -- play and explore every inch, every millimeter, of those twin beauties.

I began to slowly caress those twin monsters, gently pushing them in big circles. Their sheer weight was incredible. I needed both hands to try to fully cover each one. My hands continued to fondle and grope her DD-Cups. We both moaned in unison.

I was the first person ever to be blessed with touching her flawless bare boobs like this. And she wanted me to. Begged me to.

Wanda's soft moans continued, and I could feel that magnificent chest of hers moving up and down as she took deep breaths. She once again had that faraway look as she lost herself to this new feeling. But I swear she also had a small smile.

Wanda gasped as I traced her areola with my fingertips. I could feel the little bumps all around her nipples. I took a deep breath and once again reminded myself to take it slow.

I felt my cock growing. Part of me was surprised it took so long, but he may be just as surprised as I am over what was happening.

Another gasp erupted from Wanda's lips as I slowly pulled her hard nipples out, away from her body. Her big brown eyes opened wide at this new feeling. Twisting my fingers again, I rolled her nipples back and forth between them, pinching a little harder. Pulled them away from her body in little circles.

Her nipples were already long and stiff. And while it didn't seem possible, the more I touched them, the longer I played with them, the harder and longer they became. I pulled them away even further from her body and squeezed them between my thumb and finger.

Suddenly, Wanda's chest got flushed, and she let out a long moan, "Oh Oh Oh Oh Huhhh". As I held her super sensitive nipples, her legs started shaking, followed by the rest of her body. I realized that she was having an orgasm. Just from her nipples being pulled and pinched.

My hands paused to let Wanda catch her breath. She looked at me with half-closed eyes and whispered, "That was wonderful. Please keep playing. Please don't stop." Then her eyes closed, waiting for more. Wanting more.

I cupped each bare breast, feeling their weight. These were breasts to be worshipped, not grabbed and mauled. Or better yet, worshipped... and grabbed... and mauled.

I bounced them up and down and squeezed them together. Rubbed the tips of her nipples with each finger. I continued my assault on her breasts, pulling and pinching and squeezing her wonderful mounds. Her soft boob flesh overflowed between my fingers.

I could squeeze and play with those wonderful tits of hers forever.

In the past, I've been accused of being too rough, so I looked up at Wanda's beautiful face to gauge her reaction, ready to let up if she looked uncomfortable or wasn't enjoying it. But if anything, it seemed that the rougher I was, the more she moaned in pleasure. A dream come true.

Wanda moaned and yelped as I squeezed the flesh of her breasts so hard that her skin and titflesh bulged between my fingers. I thought with triumph that the bastard never had a chance to fully ravage and enjoy Wanda's bare melons and nipples like this. Like I'm doing right now.

Then I mentally slapped myself. The important thing -- the only thing -- that matters, is Wanda. What she is feeling. And from every indication, she was loving it.

But there was one more thing. To taste and lick them. To feast on them. To put each one in my mouth and kiss them and suck away. To do things no one else ever did. The bastard touched her bare nipples and sucked on them, but it was for just a few seconds.

But now it was my turn. To make her feel good. To erase that bastard's memory. At least, that's what I told myself.

I lifted her boob from the bottom and pointed it towards my mouth. Wanda's eyes went wide as she realized what was going to happen. She whispered, "Oh Mr. Smith", and I felt her arching her back as if helping me.

Wanda shuddered as my tongue kissed and followed her areolas, making a circle around her hard nipples. She then closed her eyes, and surprised me by moving her nipple to my lips.

I put that away for future reference, that she again wasn't being entirely passive. My tongue tasted and licked her big suckable nipples. She whispered, 'Feels so good. My nippies. My nippies. Feels so good.'

Wanda's mouth opened halfway, and she once again was staring into space. She wanted me to erase his memory, hopefully forever. I was more than happy to oblige.

I just hoped this would work. If not, I would be more than happy to volunteer to try again. And again.

My mouth switched sides. Wanda turned and presented her other breast to me, almost like a present.

My tongue started at her areolas and spiraled in towards her left nipple. My grabbed her other breast, and my fingers ran circles around that wet teat. Wet with my saliva.

My tongue continued to toy with her nipple for what seemed like hours. Finally, I opened my mouth and I latched on to her beautiful, hard nipple. Lightly at first, but then I sucked like I was a baby. I could feel the vacuum my mouth made on her bare nipple and areolas.

I was squeezing and sucking it so hard it was as if I was trying to swallow her entire titty. But that was impossible, her mammoth juggs were just too big. Wanda moaned again, louder this time, and she grabbed my head and pulled it into her chest, murmuring "so good... so good".

Suddenly, she moaned louder and screamed, "Oh wow wow wow oh oh". She held me close for a good 30 seconds while her moaning continued. Finally, she went limp.

My mouth let go with a pop. I watched mesmerized as her tit bounced up and down as I let Wanda catch her breath. She had her eyes closed and was breathing so hard and fast that I was worried. The perv in me stared at her magnificent chest moving up and down. I could see pink and red marks all over boobs where I squeezed so hard that her tit-flesh had spilled out of my hands.

The last time I had squeezed and pulled titties like this, my date stopped me and screamed that it felt like it I was pulling them off her body. I could still hear her words like she said it yesterday: 'You asshole, they're not fucking detachable'. That date was over quickly.

And with my Wanda, I lost control and squeezed and groped her melons even harder. The hardest I've ever squeezed. I was even rougher. Was I too rough? Did I go too far? After all, this was the first time anyone's touched her like this. And this was by far the roughest I've ever been.

She did not even notice when I pulled her blouse and bra back down. I let her rest for a minute, to catch her breath.

Wanda opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her hand went to my chest. She whispered, "That was wonderful. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Touch me down there. Touch me everywhere."

***

She stared up at me. I've seen my other students give me a similar look. When they need me to do something, like changing their grade. I'm able to say no, to resist.

But Wanda? The most beautiful, sweetest, most voluptuous 18-year-old goddess in the world, begging me to touch her? To squeeze and grope her big, beautiful ass? To caress her sweet little pussy? To massage her butthole? And more?

What did I do to deserve this? Wanda continued to stare at me, into my eyes. Pleading for more.

I also remembered Satan offering me a deal. Wanda's body for my soul. Did I sign his contract in my sleep?

My head thought of a dozen reasons why I shouldn't go on...

- As my student, she's off limits...

- She's barely eighteen.... Barely legal.... Never been touched like this....

- I need to think of her as my little sister... She deserves someone better...

- She's still in high school.... The high school which I teach at....

- She's my student... I could be fired and she could be expelled....

- I'm just her first crush.... And I'm already a hair's breadth from losing control.

But my other head thought of a thousand reasons why I should go on.

I would worship from afar girls who were as voluptuous and beautiful as Wanda. They were so out of my league. I was always too shy. Or I feared that I would be laughed at if I tried to ask one out or even talk to them in a bar. Goddesses like Wanda would always end up with the rich guys. Or the stud muffins. The jerks. The quarterbacks in school. And yes, the bullies. Never with a shy wuss like me.

And I need to always remember that no matter how excited I am, I must control myself. I made her mom a promise. And I made a vow to my Wanda. That I must teach my beautiful 18-year-old student how to prevent guys from taking advantage of her. And also prevent myself from taking advantage of her.

=== The Decision ===

Wanda was staring at me, and when I did not answer right away, her face dropped.

I took a deep breath. "Wanda, I think I understand what you are trying to say. But first I think we need to take a break. Think hard about what you are asking. I want you to be 100% sure. No, I mean for us to be 100% sure. No, I mean 200% sure. Think hard."

That wasn't the only thing hard, that's for sure.

She nodded and continued staring at me. I felt her eyes bore a hole in the back of my head.

I poured each of us a tall glass of water. My mouth was so dry that I drank it in seconds. Wanda was watching me like a hawk.

I needed to take a piss and collect myself, and then ask Wanda if she was absolutely sure about this. The last thing I would want is for her to feel any kind of regret. Or feel that I took advantage of her moment of weakness. And of course, the biggest reason of all: That I'm a pussy. A wimp. A fucking wuss. Living proof that nice guys finish last.

And if Wanda was sure, then I swore I was going to do my best to do what she'd asked me to do. Which was to touch her and make her forget about that creep. And it would be up to me to deal with the impossible task of not losing control.

It was hard to piss with a diamond-hard cock in my hand. And with my hand already holding on, it realized would only take a few strokes for me to cum. Thank goodness I was already by the toilet, otherwise, my cum would have put a hole in the roof.

Before I had a chance, Wanda's voice called me from the other side of the door "Mr. Smith, can you please come here? Right now? It's really important."

I quickly washed my hands, pulled up my shorts over my boner, and opened the door to the bathroom. Wanda was standing there, waiting for me. I couldn't help but look. Her blouse was partially buttoned, hanging off her beautiful, soft shoulders. The buttons stretched to their limit across her magnificent 32DD bust. Her big, thick, long nipples poked through her blouse. Nipples that were so hard, they looked like torpedoes ready to launch.

My eyes went lower, stopping at her big, round hips, and that amazing ass. The ass which was practically busting out of her tight shorts. My eyes feasted on her tone and tan thighs and calves.

Teachers know how to stare so as not to be noticed. Whether it's a Jedi Mind Trick, peripheral vision, or some sort of combination, we know how to do it without being obvious. It helps to identify cheaters on exams. It helps when checking out a student wearing a short skirt. Or one bending over and with miles of cleavage begging to be seen.

But here I was, leering and drooling like a dirty old man. My eyes quickly rose as fast as they could.

Wanda told me the other day that she had always been content the way she was. But everything changed last year, when her petite frame was replaced by curves that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. And how she was horrified by these changes and felt like she had lost control of her body.

Seemingly overnight, boys and guys would stare at her, their eyes lingering on her big boobs and jutting ass, which always made her uncomfortable. Their lewd and crude remarks about her newfound figure would leave her feeling ashamed and vulnerable.

Poor Wanda also told me that she considered her body filling out to be a curse. I realized that when we were in public, such as the mall, she would unconsciously try to cover herself up. She'd put her arms in front of her when walking, to try to conceal her massive melons. She'd hunch over and walk along the wall, as if hiding. As if trying to be invisible. Trying not to be noticed.

It usually wasn't successful, as Wanda was just too beautiful, just too voluptuous, just too perfect. So when someone did stare at her, or made a lewd remark, she would do her best to ignore it or walk away.

***

But this was different. My eyes forgot their training and openly scanned her voluptuous body. Wanda noticed me staring, but all she did was smile. She didn't shrink or look away. If anything, she was enjoying my leers. For once, she seemed proud of her body. For once, she wasn't shy or afraid.

Wanda slowly walked towards me, with those enormous boobs bouncing gently with each step, each movement. As she approached, it became clear that something had changed within her. Gone was the shy, awkward girl. In her place stood a confident young woman, who knew what she wanted. Ready to take control of this situation.

She stopped in front of me. Suddenly, she jumped into my arms and whispered, "I can't wait any longer. Make me feel good. Please help me. Please. Touch me again. Everywhere. Grab my boobies again. Touch my bootie. Touch my kitty. Touch me everywhere."

Then she stepped back and grabbed my hands. "Please. I need this." Looking me in the eye, she guided my arms and hands. Placed them directly onto each cheek of her beautiful, ripe ass. She whispered again, "Please I need this."

My question was answered. Resistance is futile.

I kissed Wanda on her neck, nibbled on her ear, and whispered, "You are so beautiful". I never said anything I believed more than this.

After caressing her hair, I kissed her, with just the tip of my tongue in her mouth. Remembering vividly what that creep did, I then rubbed Wanda's back while kissing her deeply. As I rubbed her back, I realized she did not have her bra on; she must have taken it off while I was in the bathroom.

My hands rubbed her lower and lower, nearer and nearer the swell of her sweet buns. Wanda held her breath each time my hands neared her beautiful J-Lo sized Latina ass. Finally, my hands moved even lower, and massaged and caressed from the top of her ass cheeks, going all the way down to the bottom.

Wanda's breathing slowed down as my hands massaged and caressed every inch of her lovely heart-shaped buns, spending time on each of her full, luscious cheeks. Her ass was so plump it felt like two round beach balls nestled side by side. Wanda's eyes fluttered, and her arms loosened their grip on the back of my head. She had that faraway look in her eyes.

Then my hands took over and started gripping and kneading her butt like putty. My brain wondered once again if my hands were squeezing too hard, if I was being too rough. But my fingers and hands were on a mission.

They grabbed and squeezed huge handfuls of her jutting cheeks and spread them apart. Each time my hands lifted and squeezed her sweet ass-cheeks, they rose up like twin balloons. With each hard grab, with each hard squeeze, Wanda let out a loud whimper.

A whimper of pain, or pleasure? Or both? I was sure my groping was leaving marks. For a fleeting moment, I was worried about being too rough. I pulled away for a second and looked into her eyes. They had a faraway look, like she was hypnotized. Her eyes bright but glazed over.

She was still lost in her 'zone', her 'happy place'. She wasn't the only one in a happy place, that's for sure.

Her moans became louder as my fingers slowly inched their way into her deep crack. My fingers finally reached their destination, her back door. Wanda was holding her breath as I ran circles around her rectum. Then, remembering what the creep did, my fingers touched the center of her bunghole and vibrated back and forth quickly.

That's when it hit me. I never felt panty lines. She couldn't be wearing a G-string, could she?`Oh my god, she's not wearing panties!`

I was so surprised I stopped. My hands and fingers stopped moving. Wanda stopped moaning, and she blinked rapidly as her eyes cleared.

Was she having second thoughts? But then she looked at me with half-closed eyes, full of lust, and said, "This is how it should be. Please touch me back there. Squeeze my bum. Touch my coochie. Touch me everywhere. Touch my back door. Please."

I backed up a step, kissed each shoulder, and started to pull off the remains of her blouse. But suddenly I heard a quick intake of breath. Surprised, I looked up. Wanda was staring straight ahead with wide eyes.

Wanda remembered the last time she stripped. With the bastard. When she didn't want to. When she was forced to. When the bastard ordered her to. Even though it was a dream, a nightmare, it felt so real...

~'You want me to touch your ass again. And finger your tight bunghole. Now take off your panties. Sluts can't say no. And you are a slut. My slut. Now pull down your panties'~

Suddenly, her hands grabbed mine and pulled them away from her body. She locked eyes with me, and she froze. With a shaky voice, she asked, "Do you want me to strip for you?"

That was a strange question. I decided to do what all teachers do when they are not sure of the answer: answer the question with a question. "Wanda, do you want to?"

She answered quickly. "Yes, sir. For you."

But then she didn't. Was she waiting for permission? "Go ahead."

She pulled off her bouse and pulled down her tight shorts so fast I thought she was going to rip them apart. All while whispering to herself. It was hard to make out the words, but I think I heard her saying "Strip for you. I'm gonna strip for you."

Before I had a chance to respond, her shorts slid down her shapely thighs and calves, down to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, she whispered, "Because I want to. Because I choose to".

Wanda stood still as my eyes feasted on her hourglass figure. This is the first time I've ever seen her fully nude.

There was uncertainty in her eyes, but also excitement. Was she looking for my approval?

"You are so beautiful, so stunning."

She exhaled, as if relieved. How can she not know how hot and beautiful she is? I whispered, "Come closer." She slowly walked up to me, shy but determined, need and desperation clearly written on her face.

My hands grabbed the bottom of her bare butt cheeks and Wanda whimpered again. Her cheeks were so amazingly plump and deep, I couldn't help but grab a handful of each and squeeze and knead them. Her butt crack was so deep, the nails of my fingers were touching each other.

With each squeeze, my hands inched their way a little higher, until the middle finger of each of my hands touched each side of Wanda's little hole. She shivered and moaned.

For some reason, I said, "Feels good, doesn't it".

She whispered back, "Feels good. Real good."

I was determined to do everything the creep did to her. And to make sure she would enjoy the experience much more than with him. That was my mission. My life's goal. The only thing that mattered.

My fingers continued to slowly spread and massage all around her little rosebud.

Again I whispered. "You like this? You want me to touch you there? Your backdoor"? She whispered back "Yes Mr. Smith, more, more, please".

My fingers made very small circles around her forbidden entrance. Then I placed the middle finger of my left hand on her sweet back hole and took my right hand away.

My right hand reached into my pocket, and pulled out a small tube of Vaseline -- which I grabbed when I stopped in the bathroom. The cover was already off; I had made sure of that. I squeezed the tube onto my fingers. It went all over my hand, several of my fingers, and my palm. I made sure there was a huge dollop on the tip of my middle finger.

My right hand and middle finger once again caressed her back door. But now my finger was wet and lubed up. Wanda's eyes opened, and she moaned, as she knew something was different, the lube on my finger.

The tip of my finger teased the entry to her teen rectum and moved around. I could feel the soft ridges of her little opening as I slowly moved my finger around. Wanda placed her hands on my shoulders, as her knees weakened, as if she was hanging on for dear life.

I remembered how the creep would whisper to her and decided to do the same. "You want my finger in your bum?"

Wanda let out a long moan. Then she murmured, "Yes. Yes. Please. My bum feels soo good. Oh, soo good."

Unlike with the creep, when Wanda just moaned or said 'yes', I realized that she wasn't in a total haze. I must remember that. But for now, I did what she begged me to do. To touch her.

I took my time, enjoying the feeling of teasing and probing Wanda's tight little hole with my lubed finger. Wanda was groaning with every breath. After about 30 seconds, I pushed my lubed finger in a bit deeper... deeper into her puckered tiny sphincter. Finally, my finger pushed in past my nail, almost to my first joint.

I played with Wanda's ass for far longer than that creep did. My finger was the first to go this deep inside her tight little hole. Deeper than that creep ever went. And no one was going to stop me. Not even myself. Because she wanted it.

The tip of my finger vibrated back and forth in her little rosebud. Wanda moaned "Oh Oh Oh Yes Yes" and shook hard. Another orgasm. The biggest one yet. At the same time, I pushed my finger in even deeper, all the way past my first joint, and moved it around even more.

Fuck, she was tight.

"You like this? You want it deeper?" I was never good at talking dirty, or my girlfriends never wanted me to, but for some reason, it just seemed like the right thing to say.

Wanda shook some more and whispered, "Yes Mr. Smith. More. Oh Deeper. More. Please" and pulled me closer. Her eyes remained closed, and she started breathing in short spurts.

My finger obliged and started slowly finger-fucking her little backdoor. I was sure to take it slow, to prolong her experience -- and mine.

Wanda began to push her ass up to meet my finger. This was the first time she actively responded to anyone touching her. Her huge 32DD breasts jiggled and swayed in tune with my finger thrusting in and out of her tight backdoor. She was whispering, "Yes Mister. Deeper. Deeper". I guess in the heat of passion, she left out my last name.

My finger went even deeper, and I held it in place. Wanda's hands became limp and dropped to her sides. Then she started shaking, and her knees became weak. Her mouth was open, hands dangling, her eyes staring into space. Her breaths were quick and short, with her massive breasts heaving up and down.

She would have fallen onto her knees if I hadn't been holding her up. Holding her up by my hand on her ass, and my finger embedded in her backdoor.

I started to remove my finger from her tight backdoor and hold onto her ass as I walked her to the bedroom. But my finger wouldn't budge. Either my finger decided not to remove itself, or Wanda's tight rectum kept it in place.

Keeping my finger nestled in its new home, I reached out to grab Wanda before she fell to her knees. My hand instinctively reached for her massive boob.

My thumb and index finger surrounded her hard nipple, and with my finger still firmly embedded in her backdoor, I turned her to my bedroom. We slowly marched to my bedroom.

Wanda's bountiful ass cheeks moved back and forth on my hand as I slowly directed her to my bed, with my finger still deep inside her bunghole. I suddenly realized that this was what the bastard did when he attempted to get Wanda in his car.

She whimpered, and I almost stopped, thinking this may have brought up a bad memory. A memory of how the creep grabbed her and walked her to his car, in order to ravage her in private.

But instead, she put her hand over mine, as if helping me.

***

I slowly directed Wanda to my bed, with my finger still in her ass, and made her lie down. My finger continued to massage her little backdoor, slowly applying more and more pressure. Her sphincter yielded to my probing, and my lubed finger slowly penetrated deeper and deeper. Finally, my finger reached past the second joint, and I held it there. Her eyes went wide with this new feeling.

I bent over and my hand and mouth went back to Wanda's huge boob. I squeezed and latched onto her hard nipple, while my other finger continued it's anal probing. Wanda's chest became flushed, and despite my condo's air conditioning, perspiration appeared on her beautiful face and shapely body.

The feeling of her big tits being squeezed and sucked at the same time as her little backdoor being probed was too much. Wanda reached out and grabbed me and started shaking. She moaned as she felt her climax building. Finally, the dam burst as a powerful orgasm flooded through her entire body. Shaking uncontrollably, she threw her head back and silently moaned and grabbed my neck. I continued to slowly thrust my finger in and out of her sweet backdoor, and suck on her sweet nipple for what seemed like hours.

This wasn't a small orgasm, like with the creep. None of my rare hookups or girlfriends had ever cum so hard and for so long. My brain split in two. The logical part of my brain was happy, so happy for Wanda, glad that I could hopefully help her with her quest, her 'experiment', to have good memories when she was touched. I was happy and proud that I was the first guy to give her a real orgasm.

The other part of my brain was controlled by my cock, which was urging me on. To go further. Knowing that I will never have someone as beautiful and perfect as Wanda in my arms. And now that I have reached perfection, touched perfection, I will never be satisfied with anyone else.

The logical part of my brain also realized she was hugging and squeezing me so hard against her that I was having trouble breathing. My nose and mouth were embedded so deep in her boob I could do a motorboat with only one titty.

'Cause of Death: Suffocation by a monster DD-Cup'. There were worse ways to go, that's for sure. My tombstone would read, 'You WISH you passed away like I did'.

Finally, Wanda relaxed, and I was able to breathe again.

I held her for a few minutes, but realized I wasn't done yet. There was one more place to visit. There was one more place that the creep touched. As Wanda begged me, that memory needed to be replaced.

My finger started slowly pumping in and out of her sweet ass once more. My other hand started to caress the front of her body, from her nipples down to the bottom of her stomach. With each circle I made, my hand went lower and lower. I could feel Wanda holding her breath.

My hand touched Wanda's cute little belly button. Her tummy had a slight bulge, which some would call baby fat. After all, she was a teenager, barely eighteen. But thank goodness she never decided to go on one of those crash diets.

The science teacher in me noted her tummy was 'convex', not 'concave'. But her being a bit 'thick' around her waist was barely noticeable. It was like a beautiful rolling hill, dwarfed and surrounded by her twin mountains, her incredible boobs. And her perfect jutting ass. The body of a Greek goddess.

I looked down at the ultimate price, her glistening pink pussy. The gorgeous glistening pink pussy of the sexiest girl I have ever known.

Wanda trimmed but did not fully shave down there. It didn't matter, wherever I touched, whether it was her face, boobs, ass, or front, it was touching perfection. My finger reached the top of her sopping-wet lips, and I started teasing her. It was like touching heaven.

Once again, Wanda started shaking and moaning. Whether she was cumming again from my anal ministrations, or from anticipation of my touching her sweet pussy, or both, I don't know. And did not care. All I wanted was for her to feel good. She deserved it.

Even my cock agreed with me. While it was still diamond-hard, at least it stopped throbbing.

I began to explore her slit, her lips, her labia. Soaking wet. I softly caressed and spread her outer lips apart with my fingers and rubbed them gently back and forth. Wanda looked at me with a look of pure lust, and murmured, "I'm so excited, so hot. For you. For you! For you!" and then closed her eyes.

Her hips swiveled and thrust up and down and back and forth as she tried to increase the pressure of my fingers on her pussy and my finger already in her ass. Her boobs wobbled and swung back and forth in synchronization with her hip gyrations.

While my right finger was fully lubed and in her tight backdoor, I didn't need any lube on my left hand, as it was already soaking wet from her sweet pussy juices. She continued grinding her little pussy up against my hand while making little noises.

My middle finger slid lightly over her soaked pussy, spreading her lips, up and down its entire length. I did not press too hard; as I knew she was a virgin; she needed to be intact for someone special. Would that person be me? Only time will tell.

I lightly separated her lips and hood, and my finger found her clit. With my other finger still deep in her ass, I gently caressed the head of her clit, rubbed the nub, and slowly moved it in small circles. I could hear her whispering, "My button... My button...".

I whispered, "Oh my god, you are so wet". I thought I had said it to myself, but suddenly Wanda's eyes went wide. She whispered "I'm wet.. wet for you.. for you oh my god I'm so wet for you Mister wet for you"!

The bastard never did this. He never got this far. I was doing something new. Something she had never experienced before. I hope she was right, that this would replace her bad memories of him... with memories of me.

Then I chastised myself for being selfish. Wanda is the sweetest, kindest, most unselfish person in the world. All I should care about is replacing those memories. After what she's been through, that's all that counts.

I whispered, "cum for me" and to my surprise Wanda immediately started shaking. She cried out "yes Mister I cum for you cum for you Oh my god, oh my god, yessss". Her mouth hung open as she moaned, and she came in long, shuddering gasps. Suddenly, she shreaked and her pussy juices gushed like a faucet.

I almost let go, thinking'Oh my god, she squirted!' No matter how much I would try, none of my rare hookups or dates were ever this excited, this wet, let alone ever squirt. I didn't even think it was possible from external clitoral stimulation alone.

If anyone was watching, they would have wondered how such a beautiful goddess like Wanda would end up with a skinny nerd like me. They would see a beautiful, large-breasted beauty shaking with passion and wonder how this was possible. I know this to be true -- because I was asking myself the same question.

After Wanda stopped shaking, I gave her about twenty seconds to catch her breath. Then, I slowly rubbed up and down her lips. Rubbed her little nub again. The finger on my right hand finally bottomed out. Deep in her ass, up to my knuckle. So so tight. My finger probed and stretched her butthole, while my other hand stroked her wet little clit.

I whispered 'Cum for me. Cum for me hard'.

I immediately regretted saying it. The last time I said something similar was when I was with one of my rare hookups. The girl looked at me and laughed and mocked me with "OK, Mr. Porn Star, like I'm gonna come on command."

Needless to say, that night did not end well.

I was shocked when Wanda whispered back 'I need to cum... Need to cum... Cum Hard.. Cum for you Mister... I'm gonna cum for you.... Only you... For you.... gonna cum for yoouuuuu!'

Her second explosion was even longer and more violent than the first. Wanda went absolutely wild. She cried out as her biggest orgasm yet hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her body started writhing and shaking. I could feel the intensity of the pleasure jolting through her.

I kept my fingers on her clitty and could feel her juices leaking all over my hand and fingers. She was shaking so much, I didn't even have to rub. I could see her huge breasts wobbling like crazy in all different directions. Her little pussy was leaking like a faucet. It was the sexiest, most amazing thing I've ever seen or felt.

In the middle of this massive, thrashing orgasm, she twisted her head and looked at me. Her eyes went wide like she could not believe the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.

Her mouth formed an 'O'. Perfect shape and size for my cock. One day, perhaps. Her lower lip was trembling. Then she closed her eyes and slowly came down to earth.

Finally, she went limp. My hand was soaked. I licked it, and the taste of her juices coating my hand was wonderful. It tasted as sweet as her.

=== Mr Smith's Big Decision ===

Wanda's eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply. She looked like she had passed out from pleasure, or exhaustion, or both.

I gently placed my pillow under her head. She was so beautiful. Her legs were spread wide. Her pendulous breasts were pancaked on each side of her body. I could see her pussy glistening and her juices running down the insides of her thighs.

Never before had I squeezed and sucked tits and nipples that were as big and perfect as hers. Never before had I grabbed and probed an ass as beautiful as hers. Never before had I massaged a pussy as wet and luscious as my Wanda's.

I smiled, reveling in the thought that I got farther with my Wanda than that creep ever did. I had squeezed and groped her huge melons and sucked on her beautiful nipples longer than he ever did. When I finger-fucked her back door, I had my finger deeper inside her amazing ass than he ever did. And I added a second finger which only increased her pleasure. And touched her sweet pussy in places that creep never did.

And then I remembered that none of that mattered.

What mattered, what counted, was that I made her feel better than he ever did. That she was pleasured. The way she wanted to be. And that she felt better than what happened with that creep. That she came longer and harder than she ever did with that bastard.

That's the only thing that counts. The only thing that matters.

But best of all,

- She wanted me to.

- She asked me to.

- She begged me to.

I kissed her cheek, kissed each nipple, and slid down lower. I kissed the inside of each knee. I lifted her knees and put my head between her legs. The view was breathtaking. Her sweet virgin pussy was leaking her juices and smelled wonderful. It was just inches from my mouth. Now it was time to lick her soaking slit up and down. My mouth was watering. I couldn't wait to taste and drink her juices.

She would wake up to me feasting on her delicious virgin cunt. Tonguing her sweet virgin clit. She'll cum again. And again. I would test her cherry with my tongue and drink her sweet nectar. After she cums again, I'll flip her over, put her ass high in the air, and give her sweet little backdoor a tongue lashing.

Oh Lord. My cock was throbbing again. I was shaking with desire. Maybe I would then teach her how to give me a blowjob. Or a titty fuck. Or both.

Or more. Oh God, I've never been so excited. I needed to cum so bad. So so bad.

But something stopped me.

- Was it because I already did things I thought I might never do?

- Was it because Wanda asked me to touch her earlier, but she wasn't asking me now?

- Was it because I had promised, no I was sworn, to protect her?

- Protect her from guys who would do things to her without her permission?

- Protect her from guys like that creep, or if I continued, guys like me?

**

I sighed, and carefully put her legs down. I grabbed a sheet and covered her. Covered in a white sheet, she looked like an angel. A beautiful, buxom angel. I saw a contented look on her beautiful face and a small smile. I sat next to her and stroked her hair gently in rhythm with her big chest rising and falling.

My eyes teared up, and I smiled inside. Somehow, I was able to control myself. Other guys would call me a coward. Call me a loser. Or an ass, a fool, a wuss, a wimp for not going further. And part of me knows that's the truth.

But I kept my promise. My vow. She asked me to touch her. Nothing else. Touch her everywhere. And that's exactly what I did.

**

She slept for about 20 minutes. Finally, her eyes opened. She was still lost in post-orgasmic bliss, but gradually gained focus. "Oh, I had the most wonderful dream. But now I see it wasn't just a dream. She looked up at me and said, "Thank you," and closed her eyes again.

My hand continued to pet her hair for another 10 minutes. Wanda suddenly sat up and started crying. She hugged me hard and whispered, "Thank You Thank You Thank You!"

After a few minutes, I could see her eyes filled with tears "The last thing I remember is feeling better than I ever had. Oh God, that was better than I ever thought possible. I never knew it could be like that."

She looked down and realized that my bed was soaked, and her pussy was dripping. She asked shyly "I'm so wet. Did you lick my kitty with your tongue? Did you do other stuff?"

I was pleasantly surprised. I had almost expected Wanda to ask if she had somehow peed on the bed. I guess she did pay attention in health class.

My voice cracked a bit while answering, "I thought about it, I really thought about it. And other things. But I stopped. I stopped myself."

The waterworks started again, but these were tears of joy. "Oh Mr. Smith, I knew I was right to trust you. You made me feel better than I ever thought possible. I would hear some of the girls in school talk about feeling good, being pleasured, and none of them ever described feeling as good as I just did."

"And when you touched me, it was so much better than that bastard. Better than anyone else. Ever."

She sighed again. "And I know when you use your tongue down there, like I watched in that video, and when we do other stuff, together, like me making you feel good, it will be even better than what happened today. For both of us. I can't wait."

When. Not if.

She hugged me and started making little purring noises, like her cats do when sunning themselves.

She said When. Not if.

And I knew she was right.

==== Special Note ====

I am aware that the story is progressing slower than some would prefer. Authoring is not easy for me --- which means I have to choose between writing a longer story and taking a much longer time between chapters --- or submitting shorter chapters for publication in a more timely manner, what some would call a "slow burn". Thanks for the feedback.

IMPORTANT: Trauma and PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) is a serious issue. If you know someone who has symptoms of PTSD, please urge them to consider professional advice immediately.

And a special thanks to Master_Doctorfor his extremely insightful comments and verbiage which vastly improved this story.