It happened during the summer vacation between my graduating eight-grade and starting my freshman year in high school. It was also the summer I turned...fourteen. My name is Bradley, but all my friends call me Brad and that year I was around 5'9" and couldn't have weighed more than 145 pounds. I was just your typical skinny eight-grader.As I recall it was just about two weeks into my summer vacation when my mother announced, one night at the dinner table, "Well Bradley, I have signed you up for. She wanted to see my apartment, but she was asking so nervously, I could see she was just begging me to fuck her. And from then on I knew for sure Lorelei was a virgin."What time's good?" I mumbled, astonished at how forward she was being."How about eight?"We both glanced around as the teacher came in--Magdalena Serape, the foxiest teacher on campus. She was around thirty, with short hair like Lorelei's and a trim, well-tanned body. Her face was gorgeous and she had slim but incredibly yummy. Aunty, it is just that……” I knew I was caught red-handed by my aunt and fumbled for words.So she had seen me peeping on her through the bathroom ventilator? As this was going through my mind, my cock was at its peak. “Noo, no aunty, it was nothing.”“Well well….over nothing your tool got aroused like that. It must very uncomfortable for you to have it so constrained inside when it’s so hard.”She’s been looking at my crotch all this time and that gave me even more reason to feel excited. Just. Despite the difficulty, however, Isuddenly noticed the coy play of light on the fabric of Elizabeth's gown,hanging next to the wall. It came from a small window at the very top ofthe opposite wall, too small for even a child to crawl through. The creamfabric shone beautifully as a letterbox-sized rectangle of light shonedown across it. The room was, aside from this, relentlessly drab. Ofcourse, I understood why, that it was not only due to my position in thehousehold hierarchically, but due to.