The big day had finally arrived. My braces were coming off. At 16 I was an extremely shy, awkward young girl with few friends. My hair was a rich red, long and wavy and my eyes were a vibrant green. It was the pale skin and smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks that I hated, plus the glasses and braces on my teeth.

I lived a very sheltered life, attending an all girls’ school and being an only child. Struggling to make friends and being introverted by nature, my parents had finally agreed, a year earlier, that I was old enough to go home after school alone, even though they often worked quite late. A few weeks after I had begun walking home by myself I noticed that our neighbour, Mr. Johnston, was at home also.

Mr. Johnston had lived three houses down from us my entire life, but I never paid much attention to his comings and goings. While checking his letter box for mail, he smiled as I walked down the street towards him, “Hi Toni, home from school?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnston, just going to do some homework.” I answered.

“I retired a few years ago and don’t see many people around during the day. Would you like to come in for a soft drink?”

On that first day, I politely declined, as I was keen to get home and focus on my homework. Mr. Johnson had always been friendly. I wasn’t sure of his age, but estimated he was approximately 65. He still had a full head of hair, but it was completely grey. He was tall, about 6 feet, overweight and had a large potbelly and grey stubble on his face.

The following week when Mr. Johnson invited me in for a cold drink, I decided it would be rude to decline. We sat in the kitchen, at an old table, and he set out a plate of cookies and poured me a glass of lemonade.

“I never see you invite friends over after school, Toni. Do your parents not like you to have people over when they are at work?” he enquired.

Embarrassed, I spoke softly, “I don’t really have many friends.”

That day, I stayed and spoke to Mr. Johnson for several hours. He was so easy to talk to. I told him I was shy and had trouble making friends, that I hate wearing glasses and always felt ugly. I even confided that I worried I would never have a boyfriend.

“Toni, you are a very beautiful young girl and any boy would be lucky to be your boyfriend. You have a stunning, slim body, gorgeous long red hair and your freckles are adorable. I am sure, with time, you will meet someone.”

“You are just saying that to be nice, Mr. Johnson.”

After that day, I began to visit Mr. Johnson regularly. I enjoyed our conversations. I loved the way he treated me like an adult and never talked down to me.

One day, when I had a half-day of school, I decided to visit Mr. Johnson early, on my way home. I let myself through the front gate and walked up the path, knocking on the large wooden front door. It was then I became aware of strange sounds coming from inside the house. They sounded like women’s voices but they were not speaking. Rather, they seemed to be panting and screaming. I was confused and flustered; crazy thoughts rushed through my head and I wasn’t sure whether to stay or run away. Frozen with indecision I remained on the doorstep until Mr. Johnson opened the door.

“Oh... Toni... wh… wh… what a surprise. You are very early today.” Mr. Johnson stammered. “Would you like to come in and visit?”

He seemed flushed in the face and a little distracted. I felt like I was intruding.

“Um, no, it is OK Mr. Johnson, I don’t want to disturb you. I think I will come and visit some other time...”

“Don’t be silly, you are not disturbing me." Mr. Johnson said. "Did you hear something Toni? Is that why you think you are interrupting me?” Mr. Johnson asked kindly.

I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was stare at him. How could I explain the sounds I had heard?

He swung the door wide open and motioned me inside. As I stepped inside, Mr. Johnson took a deep breath and said, “I was just watching a video. In fact, it is the sort of video you might be interested in, as you have told me you want to find a boyfriend. It is a pornographic movie. Would you like to see?”

I had never seen a porno but had overhead the girls at school talking and giggling about them. I was nervous; worried Mr. Johnson would think badly of me if I agreed to watch one, but also thought he might be offended if I declined. I nodded and he motioned me to the couch.

That day, for the first time, I saw a man’s penis. I was surprised at how hard and how big it looked on the screen and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel or how it would smell.

Mr. Johnson had changed the video in the machine, commenting that he would find something suitable for me to watch for the first time. While there was not much of a story to the video, there were several scenes of different couples, naked and having sex in different positions.

The whole time, I sat rigidly on the couch, straight backed and tense while Mr. Johnson sat next to me without saying a word. My eyes were wide as I watched the couples moan and groan, engaging in oral sex, manual stimulation with fingers and hands and penetrative sex. I had never seen anything like it, but could not take my eyes off the screen.

From that day forward, Mr. Johnson often invited me to watch porno videos with him.

Over the next few months, Mr. Johnson introduced me to many different types of video. He showed me scenes with mild bondage, where the woman was tied to the bed and blindfolded. He even showed me a few films where the woman had sex with three or more men at once. Most of the videos, however, included very old men and young women.

For the next 6 months, I regularly visited Mr. Johnson after school. We would drink lemonade and watch pornos on his couch.

The day my brace came off, my mother picked me up after school and drove me to the dentist. When we got home I stood in front of the mirror examining my new, perfect, brace-less teeth. “Mum, I’m just going to show Mr. Johnson that my braces are off.” I called out excitedly.

“Don’t be long.” mum replied.

“Oh, Toni, you look even more beautiful!” Mr Johnson exclaimed. “You must be the most gorgeous girls in school now.”

I blushed. “I can’t stay long, mum is at home, but mum and dad are going out after dinner so I can come and visit later tonight.”

“That would be lovely. I have a surprise for you when you come back later. I would love to help you celebrate having your braces off.” Mr. Johnson said in a friendly, innocent tone.

It was 7:00 pm when I reached his front door. Mr. Johnson smiled widely as he opened the door and showed me inside.

“This is a very special occasion, Toni. I think 16 is old enough to have a celebratory drink. Would you like to try a Bacardi Breezer?” Mr. Johnson asked.

We sat and watched the video as I sipped on the drink. The porn was about a much older teacher seducing an innocent young girl and teaching her about sex. By half way through the second Bacardi I was giggling as we watched the movie.

“So, you do look very sexy with your braces off.” Mr Johnson said.

He often told me I was beautiful but had never said I was sexy.

“I’m not sexy. I wouldn’t even know how to act sexy like the women in the videos.”

“You are sexy just the way you are.” Mr. Johnson replied. “If you don’t believe me, come here and I will show you.”

He stood up and held out his hand. Taking it tentatively, I stood up, not knowing where we were going.

Mr. Johnson led me down the hall and into what I quickly realised was his bedroom. It was a large room with a very big bed and, over against one wall, as full-length mirror.

He walked me over to the mirror. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turned me to face myself in the mirror.

As he stood behind me, Mr, Johnson whispered, “Look how beautiful you are. Your hair is long and luscious.”

He slowly slid the band from my ponytail and let my long hair fall loose around my shoulders.

“Your body is so sexy… so slim and petite… so young and firm, yet developing as a woman, with firm, pert beasts.”

I was shocked at what Mr.

Johnson was saying to me, but it felt so nice. I loved the attention. I loved the compliments. Moreover, and I realised that I was very excited by the way his eyes were darting all over my body.

“D… d… do… do… do you really… th… th... think so, Mr. Johnson?” I asked nervously.

“You know I do, Toni.” he replied as he slowly moved his body closer to mine.

He whispered in my ear, “Can you feel how aroused I am?”

I gasped but did not move away. I felt his erection push against me.

Mr. Johnson quietly whispered in my ear, “Let me show you how sexy you are. You need to look at your body to realise how hot and desirable you are.”

He slowly moved his hand, brushing briefly against my breast, as he started to unbutton my shirt.

I was frozen, with a strange mixture of panic, apprehension and excitement. I closed my eyes as Mr. Johnson slowly slipped my shirt off my shoulders. He then unzipped my skirt from the back and let it slide to the floor. I had already taken my school shoes off to curl up on his couch. I was now looking at myself in the mirror, wearing only matching white cotton bra and panties.

“Look at your slender waist, pure milky white skin, the curve of your hips and perfect, tight ass.” Mr. Johnson said. There was urgency in his voice and I could see that his eyes were glued to my reflection in the mirror. 

He unclipped my bra, sliding it forward off my shoulders. It fell to the floor. Mr. Johnson then placed his fingers inside the elastic of my panties and slid then down my legs, revealing my red pubic hair.

My breasts are a little larger than expected, given my slight frame. I wear a size 8C bra. Looking in the mirror, my breasts were full and pert and I noticed how erect my nipples were.

“Oh, Toni.” Mr. Johnson seemed to almost moan my name. “My biggest wish has been to touch your body. I want to teach you all the things you have been curious about. I will show you all the things we have watched." nd turn you into the sexiest school girl who ever lived.”

I couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Johnson was talking in statements, not questions. He was not asking me, he was telling me. He was certain of what was about to happen.

“I know you will enjoy this as much as me." he said. "We will start slowly and I will teach you everything there is to know about sex.”

He walked me away from the mirror and I sat silently at the end of his bed. He began to undress himself. In no time at all he was standing naked in front of me. I giggled at first, instantly thinking this was the first time I had seen a penis in real life. The next thought came quickly. It looked so big, so hard... and a bit scary.

Correctly interpreting the look on my face, Mr. Johnson said, “Don’t be afraid Toni. Just like the videos, I will make sure you are ready first. My cock is very hard for you. It is 8 inches in length and thicker than most, but I will make you so wet and hot that it will all be fine.”

All I could do was nod, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to sound young and stupid. Part of me wanted to run from the house screaming, not wanting to have sex for the first time with a fat old man. Another part of me, however, was desperate for him to touch me, knowing he would be experienced.

“Just relax. Lie back on the bed and close your eyes, Toni. Let me touch you, feel your perky tits and see how wet your young pussy is for me.”

As I lent back on the bed, I could see Mr. Johnson’s eyes shining brightly as he look at me. I closed me eyes briefly but opened then involuntarily with a startle as I felt his hand caress my breasts. As I felt his fingers begin to play with my nipples, fluttering over them, twisting them gently between his thumb and finger, I again closed my eyes.

Next, I felt a wetness on my breast. Mr. Johnson said, “Do you like your nipple being licked?”

All I could manage was a soft “Yes.” A quiet moan escaped my lips.

Mr. Johnson continued to flick his rough older tongue across my rapidly hardening nipples. I felt his lips close around my right nipple, as he began to suck on it, while cupping my left breast in his hand. He then moved his mouth to the left nipple, swirling his tongue around it, sucking. He opened his mouth wider, placing more of my breast in his mouth as I began to wriggle underneath his touch. I had not imagined how sensitive my nipples could feel. I wanted him to keep licking and sucking them forever.

He stopped suddenly, looked down at me as I opened my eyes and said, “I have always wanted to fuck a young virgin like you Toni. Is your tight young pussy nice and wet now?”

He did not wait for an answer. His mouth was back over my nipples, licking them hungrily as his hand slid down my stomach and began to play with the small bush of pubic hair. My moaning became louder as I felt Mr. Johnson slide his wrinkled finger across the lips of my pussy. I knew he could feel the wetness.

“I want to look at your beautiful young pussy.” he said, sounding almost like a low growl.

He moved to the bottom of the bed, standing where my legs hung over the edge at the knees. Before I could express any nervousness, his hands were between my thighs, one on each as he spread my legs apart.

I squealed. He had pulled my leg wide apart. He was much less polite than ever before. He seemed so impatient to see me and so turned on by me.

I closed my eyes as he brushed the lips of my pussy gently with his fingers, and began to spread the lips apart. I could hear his breathing becoming fast and heavy as he ran his fingers around my pussy lips.

I twitched and moaned as his finger flicked across my clit and then went back to tracing the edge of my wet pussy. “Mmmmmm… your clit is even more responsive than your tits. Your cunt is so wet, but so tight.”

As he continued to spread my pussy lips wider, I could feel warm air between my legs. His face was between my legs as he examined me. Mr. Johnson continued to trace his finger around my pussy lips and the entrance to my cunt, occasionally flicking my clit as he explored my pussy, panting and mumbling about how beautiful and how wet I was and how much he loved my tight young cunt.

Mr. Johnson then ran his tongue across the lips of my pussy, up and down the sides, gently poking between them. My whole body felt warm as I began to arch my back and spread my legs wider. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this as I moved my head from side to side, moaning with delight.

My loud moaning only seemed to excite Mr. Johnson more as I felt his hand holding my legs apart and his tongue darting into my pussy, lapping at my juices.

For a fleeting moment I thought how disgusting this was; a flabby old man was shoving his tongue into my virginal pussy. But this thought actually turned me on more. I felt his tongue begin to dance around my clit as I squirmed on the bed, gasping. The feeling was building and I wasn’t sure I could stand this intense pleasure.

Mr. Johnson held my hips to the bed, trying to keep me still as I moaned. As his tongue circled my clit I felt him slide a finger into my wet pussy. I could feel him push his finger deep inside me, sliding it in and out, continuing to flick his tongue over my swelling clit.

He slid a second finger inside me, pushing his fingers in and out as he licked vigorously at my clit. Then it happened - my first orgasm.

I let out a scream, and my body tensed as a hot, intense wave of pleasure starting from my clit spread rapidly down my legs all the way to my toes. My whole body began to shake. I stretched my hands down to his head and pushed him away, not able to withstand any more touch on my overly sensitive clit.

My eyes opened slightly as I stretched and squirmed on the bed. I saw Mr. Johnson smiling at me.

“Your little cunt is so tight. Even with you being so wet, I could feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers."

I continued to squirm on the bed as I looked at Mr. Johnson. He was running his eyes up and down my naked body. Then he said, "I am now going to teach you how to pleasure me as I just did for you. There are so many things I am going to teach you.”