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As a pervert wanker and girl-worshiper, when a new girl comes along – in this case, at our school – and makes me wank on Her, think about Her, dream about Her all the time, I get crazy about Her. The one thing I’m desperate to do, after wanking on Her every evening for months, is cum in my pants seeing Her for real.
Often there’s very few if any opportunities to do that, and often my worship remained unrequited. There was no reason to suppose that this would be any different with Miss Julie, a late arrival at the school – She wasn’t in my class, I didn’t hang around with other people at school, I certainly wasn’t friends with anyone She knew. I already had a big collection of dirty mags at that time, and I knew what a blonde Goddess looked like and what effect She had on me.
Miss Julie was such a Goddess, leggy, blonde, shapely, and just the way She talked and moved was mesmerising. I’d go crazy in the evenings rubbing up and down on my knob thinking about what She’d worn that day, what She’d done and said – any opportunity to see Her show for a fleeting moment was noted in my little black book for later frantic masturbation. She was driving me nuts, and later in life I wouldn’t have been able to control that and taken great risks to be in a position where I could cum in my pants with my eyes on Her – that cost me a few jobs in fact.
But at school I was always too afraid of being found out, and being mercilessly mocked and bullied as a pervert. So my lust for Her and inability to do anything about it was literally driving me mad. Then one day, school was out, and everyone was heading to this bloke’s place after lunch-break for a ‘party’. I tagged along as was the habit – everyone at school tended to flock together so I wasn’t out of place. I was in what passed as my school uniform, as were the other k**s.
I didn’t talk to anyone there, no-one noticed who was doing what, it was all very relaxed and k**s were messing about – I don’t remember if there was any ‘snogging’ or anything. All I was interested in was getting some ‘lucky views’ to jot down in my black book for my sex pleasure later – that was the only way I got pleasure, and all I wanted and needed. Some of my favourite girls were there, and I took pleasure in chanting under my breath the things I chanted as I wanked on them at home.
Miss Julie had been there, but there was no sign of Her now, and I’d got enough notes and was worked up enough to head home and pleasure myself like the perv I was and am. I’d waited for sight of Miss Julie but it seemed She’d gone home so there was no point in staying – another missed opportunity I surmised. Then the phone went, right as I was at the open front door, ready to leave. Whoever answered the phone lowered it and shouted up the stairs “Julie! Phone!”
Instantly I was on full alert – She was still here! A door opened on the landing at the top of the stairs, which were to my right. I stood by the door post, not moving, heart thumping in anticipation of seeing Her quite close up as She came down to take the phone-call. I was looking forward to seeing Her close-up, in Her bulging white blouse and quite short school skirt, walking down the stairs, tossing Her blonde hair, and wondering whether I’d actually be able to spunk my pants watching Her – I was already erect and had pulled my pants out at the front so it was pointing upright and feeling very nice. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.
I assumed it must be a bedroom door that opened, and I was thinking ‘who would be in bed at 3 or 4 in the afternoon?’ Maybe She was really tired for some reason, or felt ill – I hadn’t really seen Her at the party so She couldn’t be drunk surely? Then She emerged in what looked like a very short dress, low-cut too. I was thinking ‘maybe some of the girls were trying clothes on or something’ but whatever, my heart was racing and I was feeling very heated up as I saw Her.
She approached the top of the stairs and I realised it was Her school blouse She was wearing, done up enough at the top to cover Her bra (years and years later it occurred to me She might not have had Her bra on....)but not Her cleavage. The blouse – micro-minidress – was so short I could see all Her stocking-tops and lovely legginess, and She started to walk down the stairs. It felt like pressure was building in my head so that it might explode at any minute, and I was literally seeing red, my face so flushed I was sure She would notice.
It was like a delayed reaction, feeling a violent pumping down below and then wave after wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me, minutes after it actually started happening as I stood there in a daze, like I was dreaming, this surely couldn’t be happening. But it was - She’d made me start to spunk in my underpants just like that. I couldn’t stop my head moving, grinding down on my neck with each powerful shot of spunk, and I was terrified that She’d see me, but of course She acted like I wasn’t there, like She always did when I was around.
By the time Miss Julie was down the stairs and picking up the phone, my underpants were full of cum – caused by Her, the mere sight of Her making this wanker wet himself in perv ecstasy, my dreams cum true after months and months of desperation to cum with my eyes on Her. For many minutes I couldn’t move, rooted to the spot gazing at Her in awe while She talked on the phone. I was not hearing what She was saying, and though I was only a few feet away not once did She look in my direction or give any indication I was there – as always my existence was not of the slightest consequence to Her, any more than an ant, and again another reason why I worshipped Her so much.
It was only when the severe wetness at the front of my trousers began to make itself felt as I gradually came round from my reverie, coupled with the stench of cum wafting up from the wet patch that I realised the danger I was in. Looking back, I would have totally loved Her to have turned and seen my wet patch and what She’d made me do in my pants. But back then if anyone had walked through and seen my state, then my life would have been hell thereafter and I’d never have been able to live down the embarrassment and shame.
I was right by the front door and though I would have loved to watch Miss Julie for longer, seeing Her so skimpy-dressed and feeling all the mess of spunk in my pants and trousers that She’d made me do, I rolled out the door and set off back home, walking through the woods as much as possible to keep away from the streets.
That was decades ago, back in the 60s, and yet it’s one of the most treasured of my girl-worship experiences. That was the end of my time in school, the end of the summer term, and I never saw Her again. How I would have loved to know what She did with Her life – something honourable I’m sure, but did She wear sexy things, live a bit of a wild life? I’ll never know, but I’ll never forget that desperately long-awaited pants-spunk. Right there in the Top Ten for certain.
Often there’s very few if any opportunities to do that, and often my worship remained unrequited. There was no reason to suppose that this would be any different with Miss Julie, a late arrival at the school – She wasn’t in my class, I didn’t hang around with other people at school, I certainly wasn’t friends with anyone She knew. I already had a big collection of dirty mags at that time, and I knew what a blonde Goddess looked like and what effect She had on me.
Miss Julie was such a Goddess, leggy, blonde, shapely, and just the way She talked and moved was mesmerising. I’d go crazy in the evenings rubbing up and down on my knob thinking about what She’d worn that day, what She’d done and said – any opportunity to see Her show for a fleeting moment was noted in my little black book for later frantic masturbation. She was driving me nuts, and later in life I wouldn’t have been able to control that and taken great risks to be in a position where I could cum in my pants with my eyes on Her – that cost me a few jobs in fact.
But at school I was always too afraid of being found out, and being mercilessly mocked and bullied as a pervert. So my lust for Her and inability to do anything about it was literally driving me mad. Then one day, school was out, and everyone was heading to this bloke’s place after lunch-break for a ‘party’. I tagged along as was the habit – everyone at school tended to flock together so I wasn’t out of place. I was in what passed as my school uniform, as were the other k**s.
I didn’t talk to anyone there, no-one noticed who was doing what, it was all very relaxed and k**s were messing about – I don’t remember if there was any ‘snogging’ or anything. All I was interested in was getting some ‘lucky views’ to jot down in my black book for my sex pleasure later – that was the only way I got pleasure, and all I wanted and needed. Some of my favourite girls were there, and I took pleasure in chanting under my breath the things I chanted as I wanked on them at home.
Miss Julie had been there, but there was no sign of Her now, and I’d got enough notes and was worked up enough to head home and pleasure myself like the perv I was and am. I’d waited for sight of Miss Julie but it seemed She’d gone home so there was no point in staying – another missed opportunity I surmised. Then the phone went, right as I was at the open front door, ready to leave. Whoever answered the phone lowered it and shouted up the stairs “Julie! Phone!”
Instantly I was on full alert – She was still here! A door opened on the landing at the top of the stairs, which were to my right. I stood by the door post, not moving, heart thumping in anticipation of seeing Her quite close up as She came down to take the phone-call. I was looking forward to seeing Her close-up, in Her bulging white blouse and quite short school skirt, walking down the stairs, tossing Her blonde hair, and wondering whether I’d actually be able to spunk my pants watching Her – I was already erect and had pulled my pants out at the front so it was pointing upright and feeling very nice. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.
I assumed it must be a bedroom door that opened, and I was thinking ‘who would be in bed at 3 or 4 in the afternoon?’ Maybe She was really tired for some reason, or felt ill – I hadn’t really seen Her at the party so She couldn’t be drunk surely? Then She emerged in what looked like a very short dress, low-cut too. I was thinking ‘maybe some of the girls were trying clothes on or something’ but whatever, my heart was racing and I was feeling very heated up as I saw Her.
She approached the top of the stairs and I realised it was Her school blouse She was wearing, done up enough at the top to cover Her bra (years and years later it occurred to me She might not have had Her bra on....)but not Her cleavage. The blouse – micro-minidress – was so short I could see all Her stocking-tops and lovely legginess, and She started to walk down the stairs. It felt like pressure was building in my head so that it might explode at any minute, and I was literally seeing red, my face so flushed I was sure She would notice.
It was like a delayed reaction, feeling a violent pumping down below and then wave after wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me, minutes after it actually started happening as I stood there in a daze, like I was dreaming, this surely couldn’t be happening. But it was - She’d made me start to spunk in my underpants just like that. I couldn’t stop my head moving, grinding down on my neck with each powerful shot of spunk, and I was terrified that She’d see me, but of course She acted like I wasn’t there, like She always did when I was around.
By the time Miss Julie was down the stairs and picking up the phone, my underpants were full of cum – caused by Her, the mere sight of Her making this wanker wet himself in perv ecstasy, my dreams cum true after months and months of desperation to cum with my eyes on Her. For many minutes I couldn’t move, rooted to the spot gazing at Her in awe while She talked on the phone. I was not hearing what She was saying, and though I was only a few feet away not once did She look in my direction or give any indication I was there – as always my existence was not of the slightest consequence to Her, any more than an ant, and again another reason why I worshipped Her so much.
It was only when the severe wetness at the front of my trousers began to make itself felt as I gradually came round from my reverie, coupled with the stench of cum wafting up from the wet patch that I realised the danger I was in. Looking back, I would have totally loved Her to have turned and seen my wet patch and what She’d made me do in my pants. But back then if anyone had walked through and seen my state, then my life would have been hell thereafter and I’d never have been able to live down the embarrassment and shame.
I was right by the front door and though I would have loved to watch Miss Julie for longer, seeing Her so skimpy-dressed and feeling all the mess of spunk in my pants and trousers that She’d made me do, I rolled out the door and set off back home, walking through the woods as much as possible to keep away from the streets.
That was decades ago, back in the 60s, and yet it’s one of the most treasured of my girl-worship experiences. That was the end of my time in school, the end of the summer term, and I never saw Her again. How I would have loved to know what She did with Her life – something honourable I’m sure, but did She wear sexy things, live a bit of a wild life? I’ll never know, but I’ll never forget that desperately long-awaited pants-spunk. Right there in the Top Ten for certain.
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