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Being a teenager in MauritiusSome girls complain of their adolescence….not me!! I didn’t have any identity crisis…nor did I have the wish to rebel. Growing up with parents doing long hours….made me some sort of a loner… I have always enjoyed alone time…still do… I was good at my studies…and made friends easily… I guess I had the girl-next-door look.Anyway… one problem though was that I was a late bloomer… my friends were all growing boobs..I had those 2 mosquito bites on my chest…I wasn’t developing out into a woman….didn’t have my menses…and very few pubic hair… which was weird…because the women on my mum’s side all had voluptuous figures….my sister at the age of 17 had boobs, hips and ass that would have made Kim Kardashian jealous.After consultation with my mum, my aunty brought me to a gyne – and that’s how I learnt that I had a congenital deformity – my ovaries were atrophied and almost non functional. That was what was hindering my puberty…and it also meant that I would never be able to have c***dren. My parents came back to Mauritius. I was taken to Europe and S.A to see if anything could be done to reverse this….and it turned out that no. It wasn’t a big stress…I hadn’t at that time been thinking about becoming a mother…and if I couldn’t, well, so be it. The only problem was with my puberty… I was prescribed a regimen of hormone therapy…to compensate for my non functioning ovaries.And I believe that this treatment sort of woke up my sexuality! I was always aroused!! Horny!! My boobs started filling out…and güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri my nipples were always sensitive. I got more pubic hair…even my armpit hair I had to shave every 2 days!! My pussy was on fire…I even had to carry a couple of spare panties to school just in case I needed to change my wet ones!!The sight of semi naked men, the smell of their sweat…the sound of their husky voices all brought me to an edge!! I was filled with lust…and it seemed natural that I started to masturbate… I rubbed my pussy almost everyday…I perfected the use of the shower head to stimulate my clit. I taught myself how to bring me to orgasm…and my first ones were really toe curling ones!! I had a teddy bear from my younger days that I would use to rub between my legs and it started smelling funny… I was however afraid of inserting fingers or anything inside me…just a knuckle or so…and most of the time rubbing.Not to help matters, my aunty had started seeing my uncle to be…and in weekends they would isolate themselves in their room…and I knew they were having sex..I didn’t peek on them…but I could listen through the thin wall… and somehow it made matters worse!! I had a fertile imagination…and the sounds of licking…sucking drove me over the edge every Sunday evening. I could hear the moans of aunty and the grunts of uncle…it was so hot…and yet I felt guilty about ‘spying’ on them. But in my mind I could ‘see’ Aunty sucking on the hard cock of his lover.. and I could see her all opened up on güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the bed with ‘uncle’ pistoning in and out of her wet pussy.At school, some girls were circulating XXX magazines – but it would seem that magazines like Lui, Playboy etc only focused on female anatomy. Those few that had pictures of muscular men with shiny hard erections, all had tattered pages. It would seem that I wasn’t the only horny girl at school! LOL. My sex education started though the reading of Union magazine – a popular reader’s contribution magazine in my days. I was hiding those magazines in my textbooks and was busy studying them!!The hormone therapy lasted for 1 full year – and in that year, I more than compensated for the non puberty in the previous years …I filled out my boobs…It didn’t come close to my sister’s but it was still ok comparable to my classmates – and my figure became more feminine as well. The hair growth became more controlled and I was more in control of my lust! I was still highly sexual…masturbating almost daily and I liked looking at the male body. My first real life view of a man’s cock was at school. A girl’s only school attracted lots of perverts and mine was no exception. During break, there was a man that hid in the bushes next to the fencing of the school…and he would drop down his pants and start masturbating. He wasn’t a tramp or anything….in fact he was quite well dressed and seemed to be around 30yrs old something. I believe he was working at the güvenilir bahis şirketleri nearby weather forecast station.The view of that hard cock…heavy balls as he rubbed himself was quite mesmerizing… while the majority of girls shrieked away, a small group including myself started taunting him… we encouraged him to come closer and closer to the fencing…in a hidden place. He urged us to show him our titties and pussies and we sometimes did so… once, a friend of mine (she is today a lawyer!!) got him to place his cock through the fencing and we touched it. The skin was so soft and warm and the organ itself was so hard and impressive. My friend masturbated him with us all around the fencing area…and he came on her hands….we were curious to the texture and feel of his cum. We were quite careless, naïve and thankfully we had the fencing barrier to protect us from him (or him from us!!).He kept inviting some of us to meet him after school hours…but we at least knew that this was dangerous. However, this was all brought to an end as some girls told on us…caretakers scarred our pervert away and police patrols became more frequent. We had to endure countless morning assembly sessions of moralisation from the school rector. The memory of that cock…the feel of the skin and the texture of the cum fueled many of my masturbation sessions after that. We got to see a few more cocks after that…. From other perverts…or even school boys of our age…who would proudly show us their cocks and balls as they drive by in the school buses. JKC boys and Regis Chaperon were quite notorious with doing that. But it wasn’t anything like the first one…where we saw it really close…and where it was in full erection. And it wasn’t for a couple more months that at the age of 15 and a half that I got to properly hold a cock in my hands…But that is another story…S.

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