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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Grade School Grazing

                                 Chapter One

                             Debauching Diana

          Jack had, by his very size, created submissiveness in most of his many conquests but he was in his late teens before he gained the same advantage because of authority.  Illegal, immoral and completely unprincipled though it was, he could not resist the opportunity that came his way when he was, briefly, a schoolteacher in a private school.

          His class was a mix of grades seven and eight and it included a delectable collection of nubile teens and sub-teens.  They were tempting but they were temptations that, initially, he was determined to resist. They were jailbait and, for a teacher, even more than that.

          Diana was more than his newfound determination could resist.  He liked women, generically, but he got a special enjoyment if the woman was young, busty, innocent and submissive.  On a scale of one to ten, Diana at thirteen, ranked at least nine for youth and for bustiness, a solid eight. She seemed to be at least a seven on his innocence scale and he gave her a resounding ten for submissiveness.  And, in a way, what happened was her own fault.

          Diana was dark haired, not very tall and, in a few years she would be hippy. At thirteen, however, her body had acquired the state of roundness that many women aspire to, neither slender nor stocky, just shapely.

          "I'm sorry, sir. I know it was wrong. I just wanted to get a better mark than Mary. I'll do anything if you don't tell."

          Jack looked at the thirteen-year-old schoolgirl as she stood, wringing her hands together, in front of his desk.  He'd caught her cheating, much to his surprise, and had told her to stay after school. Her ripe, young body was almost bursting out of her school uniform, her hips stretching the skirt so it appeared that, at any moment, the kilt-like garment would fly open and her full, young breasts were threatening to pop the buttons on her blouse. Even her thighs, full and shapely, seemed to challenge the skirt, which reached only their mid-point.

"I'm disappointed in you Diana. You're a good student. You didn't have to cheat."  Did she have boyfriends?  Had she ever been fucked?  He wondered that about several of his ripe-bodied students.

          Diana was afraid.  Afraid and embarrassed.  Mr. Allen was so big and so stern, except when he was pleased.  Then his face would relax and smile and, if it was she who had pleased him, his smile made her feel warm all over.  But now he definitely was not pleased and she was quaking in her black and white, saddle shoes.

"I know, sir. I'm really sorry. Do you have to tell what I did?"

          "I'm supposed to, Diana. It's my duty."

          "Isn't there something I can do to make up for it, sir? Anything?"

          Sure, Diana. You can undress and let me fuck you. The obscene though passed through his mind, but not seriously. He'd heard rumours about other teachers taking advantage of girls that way but it was too dangerous.  "I don't think so, Diana? Did you have anything in mind?"  If she suggested it, then maybe he could take the chance?

"Uh, not really, sir?  But?  Like, Ellen...she's in grade eight...she got caught last year and?  Like?  She didn't get told on.  She said her teacher got her to do something special...a secret...for him?  Is there something special you want me to do?"

          "Well, I can think of something, Diana. But I couldn't ask. And you wouldn't do it, anyway." Was she suggesting what it sounded like? 

          "Oh, sir. Yes. Anything. Just so you don't tell." The girl, frightened beyond reason of her parents reaction and, for that matter, the scorn of her fellow students, saw an escape from her predicament. They sort of snickered at Ellen behind her back but that was Ellen's fault. She'd told someone. This would be a secret, just between her and her teacher.

"Uh, I don't think so, Diana? It wouldn't be right?"

          "But nobody's gonna know. What is it, sir? What do you want me to do?" Maybe that wasn't what he wanted at all?

"Mmm? I don't know? Do you know where I live?"

          "Yeah. Sort of. You're over Mr. Smith's drugstore, aren't you?"

          "Well, Diana, if you really want to do something special, then if you go there. Up the back stairs, in about twenty minutes, we can talk about it some more." That would give him time to cool off, he thought, but he'd still preserve his options if it looked safe.

          Jack heard the timid knock on his door shortly after he got home and went to let in the timid girl.

"I don't think I can go through with this, Diana. It isn't right."

          "Oh please, sir. I won't tell. I promise."   He wanted her to let him fuck her.  That was it, for sure.  She'd heard the other girls giggling about how Ellen got her teacher to keep her secret.  As long as she didn't get pregnant, it would be all right. She was likely the only virgin left in her class, anyway.

          "Do you have a boyfriend, Diana?"  Jack took the girl's hand and led her over to the narrow sofa.

"Uh, no Mr. Allan. My parents say I can't 'til I finish school."

          "Do you know about sex? Are you a virgin?"

          "Yes. No. I mean, I'm a v… v… virgin, sir. But I know what they taught me in school."   And what I've heard the girls talk about. He does want to fuck me?   I wonder if it'll hurt, the first time.  Will he use a condom?  Will I get pregnant?  Or Aids?

"Tell me Diana, do you masturbate?"

          "OH Sir?"  The girl turned red with embarrassment. They'd taught that it was OK to do it but she'd heard the girls scorning anyone who admitted doing it. "Do I have to tell you?"

"Maybe we'd better stop this facade, Diana. It wasn't a good idea to begin with."   Jack got to his feet as if to send her away.

          "Sir? Oh, sir? Yes. I've done it a couple of times."   A couple of times a night, sometimes, she might have added.  Ever since she'd seen her nineteen-year-old sister getting fucked by her boyfriend.

"Does it make you feel good? Do you imagine you're being fucked?"

          "Oh, Mr. Allan? " She didn't want to answer but she saw a hardening in his eyes and she knew she had to.  "I? I guess so?"

"Would you let me fuck you?"   Had he gone too far? The words came out before he thought. God, she was only thirteen.

"Uh? Is that what you want?  Will you keep it a secret?  About me cheating and the rest?"

          "Mmmm?  No, Diana.  I think you'd better leave."

          "Oh, please, sir?  You can do it.  You can fu...fuh...fuck me. Anything. Only please don't tell.  Please, sir? You can do it?"

          The effect of having a ripe-bodied, thirteen year old, professed virgin begging him to fuck her was erotic in the extreme.  Even if it was driven by fear.  Jack looked around, trying to decide on the best way and place to carry out his lewd conquest.

          "But Diana? Are you sure? You're only thirteen."   With his eyes he stripped off her school uniform.  He'd fucked girls smaller and younger than she.  His organ swelled in lecherous anticipation.

"I'm almost fourteen, sir.  I'm pretty big, too.  And I know lots of girls younger than me do it. Please, sir?"  Diana looked up pleadingly.  He just had to.  The fear of her parents’ reactions to what she’d done terrified her.  What could she do to make him?

"I don't know?  Are you really ready for it?"   Jack had doubts about her virginity, now.  God, she was asking him to fuck her.  Probably like little June.  Likely she'd been getting it stuck into her for years.

“I really ought to tell your parents, Diana?  But…if you’re sure you want to?  If you are, Diana, take off your clothes.”  If she did that, then Jack was quite sure she’d keep quiet about it.  

          Timidly, Diana got up from the sofa.   She could see a bulge in her teacher’s pants.  The girls joked about Mr. Norman, the other teacher for grades seven and eight.  Half the time he had a bulge like that in his pants and some of the girls teased him by letting him see up their skirts and down their blouses.  Nervously the young teen began to unbutton her blouse.

          It wouldn't save him in court, Jack knew, but the girl was definitely asking for it.  He stood back while, looking down shyly, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and then, squeezing her eyes shut as if to hide her body, she shrugged off the white garment and stood there in skirt and brassiere.

"Uh, sir?" She peeked up at him.  "Am I?  Like?  Do you think I'm too small?"   Diana knew she didn't have the biggest bubs in her class but she was still bigger than most of the girls.

"You're not small at all, Diana? You have lovely breasts. It's not that? You're so young?"

          "I'm old enough, sir. Please?"   For the moment she lost sight of why she was doing this. She just wanted him to admire her.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, Diana!"

          The girl came back to reality.  Her teacher was speaking. Ordering her.  Obediently, her fingers fumbled nervously with the waistband of her skirt and then the kilt fell open and to the floor.  She felt defenseless, standing in only panties and brassiere.

          "All of them, Diana!"   God, what a body for a thirteen-year-old. Big tits.  Wide hips.  Full thighs.  Maybe some baby fat left on her waist with its cute, dimpled navel, but bodywise, she was mature.

          Diana's emotions were confused.  She was afraid.  Afraid of what was going to happen to her and afraid he'd tell that she'd cheated.  But the feeling in the pit of her stomach was not just fear.  Would it be the same as when she pretended she was being fucked?  Was he big?  Would he do it long enough to make her cum?  She remembered how mad her sister was because her boyfriend didn't do it long enough.  Diana reached behind her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, leaning forward to let it fall away and bending over as she peeled off her panties.

          The twin, full melons swayed enticingly when the girl bent forward and they were released from their containment.  Jack was more than ready for her but if he was going to risk his career, he wanted it to last.  "Go in there, Diana. Lie on the bed!"

          The girl looked to where he was pointing and saw the wide, messy bed. Embarrassed by her nudity, she stumbled as she followed his directions.

          "No. On your back! Don't cover yourself. Spread your legs!"  What a delicious morsel.  The girl's seeming shyness contrasted erotically with her obedient response to his orders.  She'd pulled a sheet over herself, at first, as she lay on her side but, quickly, submissively, she pushed away the sheet, rolled onto her back and, not looking up at him, she slowly parted her legs. There was a scanty growth of dark, pubic hair that shadowed her mons and the cleft between her plump labia peeked up between her opened thighs.

"Play with yourself, Diana. Masturbate!"

          "Sir? Oh, sir? I'm embarrassed?"  Her face turned scarlet as she looked up at the man standing over her by the bed.  But she saw that he was serious and her hands fluttered down between her legs.  Oh my!  She was wet!  Surprised at her own arousal, Diana dipped her fingers into the sensitive slit and found her clitoris.

"Who's fucking you Diana? Whom are you thinking about?"

          "N… n… nobody, sir. Just me."

          "Aren't you imagining some guy has his cock up inside your cute, little cunt, Diana? Who is it? Is he getting it in far enough?"

The innocent, young girl was overwhelmed by her teacher's words. Did men talk that way when they fucked girls?  It was strangely exciting and as her fingers rubbed skillfully over her clit, she opened her legs wider. What was it going to be like when Mr. Allan was inside her there?  She wriggled as the heat in her belly grew and her breath was coming in short gusts.  Eyes closed she imagined that Mr. Allan was there, inside her.

          "Who's fucking you, Diana? Is he going to go off in you? Are you going to cum?"   Jack was pushing off his pants as he watched the girl masturbate.

          "Yuh...yuh...gonna happen...you, sir...you're doin' it...fuckin' me," Diana panted as her excitement reached a peak and she writhed and wriggled on the rumpled sheets.  Her lush hips arched and her hand moved frantically as she went over the top her legs closing suddenly on her wrist before she slumped back, panting from her release.

"You're a hot little piece, Diana. I guess you are old enough."

          The girl's eyes fluttered open and then widened in alarm when she saw the mammoth pole that projected out and up from the hairy bush of her teacher's groin.  "Oh sir? OH! You're not? Not with that…are you?"  Her cry of alarm faded to a plaintive question as her teacher knelt beside her on the bed.

          "Hold it, Diana. Play with it,” he said gently although the look in his eyes was firm and demanding.  Cautiously, tentatively, the girl reached out, her finger recoiling at first when she touched the smooth, taut skin. 

“That's it, Diana. Get to know it. If you're really a virgin, you'll want to remember it."  Leaning closer so the fearful staff was projecting over her breasts, he placed his hand on her scantily furred mound and dipped a finger in the wet, swollen, masturbated slit.

          "I...I didn't know? So big, sir," she said in a half-whimpered gasp as she tried to span the mammoth girth.  Her fingers slid over the thickly veined shaft, up to the even thicker crown and, as he arched forward, she understood that he wanted her to go farther.  One small hand cupped the heavy eggs that hung and swayed, almost brushing her breast tips and her other hand moved timidly over the hot, steel-hard pole.  Could she give him a hand-job?  She'd heard the girls talk about them. Then he wouldn't want to put it inside her.  Oh, God.  Why had she cheated?  He'd split her apart

          "Oh yes, Diana. You're lovely," her teacher said softly as he pinched one swollen, erect nipple, sending a hot tingle down to her belly.  Jack was incensed by the timid, submissive expression on the girl's pretty face and he leaned forward until his cock was almost touching her softly parted lips.

          Oh no! He wanted to put it in her mouth!  He wanted her to suck him!  To give him a blowjob.  Diana started to turn her head away but, looking up, she saw the firm determination in his eyes and she knew she had to do it. The girls, the ones who talked about such things, said that sucking cock was humiliating, unless you were sixty-nining, whatever that was.  With a whimper of defeat, Diana opened her mouth as her teacher directed the shiny, purple knob between her lips.

"Yecch," she exclaimed softly when the hard, slick gristle touched her mouth.  And then it was in, stretching the lips of her small mouth, pushing against her tongue.  He withdrew a bit, then thrust deeper, again and again, until he was filling her mouth.  "Glangh...arrgh...Glangh," her choking gurgles sounded as the man fucked her innocent mouth, the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat, his heavy balls bumping under her chin. If she had felt conquered and helpless before, now she was totally subjugated. Yet her hips began to wriggle as his fingers rubbed her sensitive clitoris.

          "We're going to have lots of fun, Diana.  But not in your mouth.  Not this time." Diana looked up at him, her eyes half-closed, as he moved down between her legs. Oh God! He was going to kill her! Her belly bulged and palpitated, her thighs quivered as she looked at the nine inch, wrist thick fleshpole that was poised threateningly above her pelvis. Cowed by the powerful weapon she lay open legged and defenseless as he guided the peach-sized knob to her wetly swollen slit

"Hannh? Annnh?" she whimpered when the hot knob parted her labia. Reflexively, she tried to close her legs but his knees kept her open. Her arms were bent, her hands lying idly by her head and her mouth sagged open in subservient acceptance of her fate. Diana’s heavy breasts sagged outward, the nipples sticking out and up from the arousal of her adolescent libido, her pink tongue projecting prettily out of the corner of her red lipped mouth.

          Jack took in the delightful sight of the big-breasted, wide-hipped youngster as slowly he immersed his throbbing tool into her honeypot. OH GOD YES! She is a virgin!  He exulted when he felt the resistance. Like a puppet, the girl let him lift her legs and spread them so that nothing but her hymen could slow his entry.

          "It's our secret, Diana. I'm not going to tell," he said stupidly as he prepared to make that irrevocable plunge into the girl's virgin grotto.

"Hunngghh! Ooowwch! Oohhh!" Diana cried out as the sharp agony of defloration shot through her lower body. She lay there in helpless submission as the monstrous implement penetrated her body, farther and deeper until she though she'd die

"Wonderful, Diana! Wonderful," Jack moaned as he felt her hymen split around the tip of his tool and he buried half of it in her glorious tightness.  He'd never broken a cherry before with so little protest from the plucked and Diana was as tight as the youngest he'd had.  Then, as she remained open and compliant beneath him, he screwed into her slowly, watching her flinch apprehensively at each deeper advance into her virgin grotto.  Finally, he came to rest on the firm width of her hips and let his cock soak in the marvelously tight clasp of her softly clinging sheath.

"Are you alright, Diana? Am I hurting you?"

          "No...Not much Mr. Allan. Not now." Diana looked up timidly at her big, handsome teacher.  Yes. She'd done the right thing.  He couldn't tell now without getting in trouble himself.  Her virginity was a small price to pay for his silence.

          Jack withdrew slowly from the tightly clinging clasp of the young teen's passage, watching the pink inner flesh extruding as it clung to his thickly veined tool, gripping him as if to keep him inside.  Then, equally slowly, he thrust back in and the girl’s pretty lips formed an O of awe at the hugely titillating sensations she experienced from the friction on the stretching walls of her unused vagina.

          "I want you to move, too, Diana. You fuck me, too." Jack filled his hands with her firm, young titflesh as he continued slowly the in-out movement.

          Diana was afraid to move. She felt as if she was going to split from the huge expansion of her innocent passage but, obediently, she made a small, upward motion of her wide hips. It didn't hurt. She tried again.

"That's it, Diana. That's the way!" Seeing, feeling her move was gratifying.  Only moments ago he'd broken this young teen's cherry and already she was beginning to fuck back at him.  He shifted higher over her prone body so his shaft was sliding over the hard bump of her clit. She was definitely going to be special.

          The bedroom in the apartment above the drugstore had one large window.  And Jack had forgotten to draw the curtains.  The second floor apartment of the adjacent building was at a slightly higher elevation and, from the window of her bedroom, one of Jack's fellow teachers was watching with awe and anger, disgusted by what Jack was doing but her own mature libido was unwillingly aroused by the sight of Diana and her teacher on the bed.

"Oh, Mr. Allan. How long? Like? How long are you going to do it?" Diana didn't exactly want to stop yet, but she was afraid. The feel of her teacher's mammoth tool thrusting in and out of her adolescent channel was sending delicious, tingling sensations through her inexperienced loins and, when she moved under him, it added to the pleasure. Gaining confidence, the young teen was rocking her wide hips now in tempo with her teacher's thrusts. Her shapely legs were bent, her feet flat on the sheets, which gave her purchase to push up at him.

"Not long enough, Diana.  My God.  You're so tight.  So good." The feel of the girl's unseasoned sheath writhing around his cock as she raised and lowered her wide, young hips was intensely stimulating. He knew he couldn't last long.

          "Am I? Are you? Like? Am I doin' it right?" Diana was having difficulty breathing now. The exertion of fucking up at her teacher was part of it but, more than that, it was the hot churning in her belly. Like when she played with herself, only more intense. It was going to happen soon, she could tell.

          Their observer, with one hand, was holding binoculars while her other hand was between her legs. She could see on the sheets when the teacher's bare ass rose up from the girl's open-legged body, the large red stain that must be from the youngster's ravished virginity.  He was despicable!  The girl was only a child . Bonny fingered the sloppy softness of her vulva, despite her anger at what she was observing.

"Hunhh...Unnhhh...hunhh...Unnhhh," Diana chanted breathlessly as she humped up at the man's plunging tool. Her knees were clasping his hips now and her firm ass was lifting right off the bed. "Hunnghh...Unnngh... Unngh!" she grunted as Jack lost concern for her youth and innocence and drove deeper, ramming into her cervix and sending debilitating thrill through her adolescent loins.

"Cum, baby...cummm," he urged as his aching balls bounced against the crack of the girl's upturned ass and he felt the unstoppable urgency of his climax.

"HANNHHH...Mr. Allan!" Diana cried out loudly as a huge wave of sensation washed over her young loins and through her belly.  "Hannnh! Sirrr!"  Diana's legs rose in the air to lock around her teacher's hips as a mind-blowing tornado of ecstasy engulfed her and she wriggled and squirmed around the hugely impaling stake that felt as if it was filling her belly.

          As the girl's legs wrapped around him, Jack felt her passage lock down on his cock with an almost painful grip and then, as his sperm surged out from his testicles in a burning rush, she fell back and her sheath relaxed as if to permit his semen to exit his bucking tool.  He exploded as Diana's passage contracted again and he felt the wetness of his gism surrounding his cock. With short, fierce jabs, he drove into her, pumping his sperm into the depths of her thirteen-year-old cunt as its tiny muscles massaged him and seemed to draw out every drop.

"Gawwllyyy...Oohhh Mr. Allan...that was scary," Diana sighed as her teacher's heavy weight came down on her.  "I guess you came too, didn't you?"  She could feel the heavy wetness inside.  Had he made her pregnant? If he wanted to do it again, she'd have to ask him to get a condom.  Would he want to again?  She hoped so.  Maybe she was a slut, like Nancy said girls who did this were, but nobody else would know.

"Oohhh Gawwd, Diana. You're a marvel. Wonderful."  A pang of fear hit the pit of his stomach.  God.  He'd fucked one of his students.  An underaged, thirteen year old. He must be crazy.  He rolled off her limp, legspread young frame.

          Bonny's fingers dug into her fleshy cunt when she heard the young girl cry out her teacher's name and saw her legs wrap around him. She quivered with orgasm at the sight but it was unsatisfying.  She felt jealous when, after the unprincipled teacher rolled off his adolescent victim, she saw the expression of languorous satiation on the young girl's face.  And then she saw the huge projection from the teacher's groin.  My God.  He could have injured the girl.  Her belly churned as she imagined how far up the young teen he must have been.  She'd report him.  She had to.

Grade School Grazing

                                 Chapter Two

                    Breaching Bonny’s Bridgehead

Prologue

Jack’s fellow teacher and across the alley neighbour, Bonny, was watching with binoculars through her window when Jack plucked his 13-year-old, Grade 7 student’s cherry.

          Bonny's fingers dug into her fleshy cunt when she heard the young girl cry out her teacher's name and saw her legs wrap around him. She convulsed with orgasm at the sight but it was unsatisfying.  She felt jealous when, after the unprincipled teacher rolled off his adolescent victim, she saw the expression of languorous satiation on the young girl's face.  And then she saw the huge projection from the teacher's groin.  My God.  He could have injured the girl.  Her belly churned as she imagined how far up the young teen he must have been.  She'd report him.  She had to.

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The Story Continues:

          Jack was relaxing with a drink.  Diana had left an hour ago, her mental response to devirgination seeming to be as mature as her physical response was.  He was a bit worried, but not much.  She didn't seem likely to tell and, although she'd left no doubt about her willingness to fuck him again, it might be too dangerous.  His unruly organ swelled at the memory of the young teen's tight cunt and firm fleshed body.  And then there was a knock on the door.

          "Miss Baldwin? Bonny! What a surprise! Come in."  He didn't know her that well, but Bonny was a statuesque, tanned brunette, a few years older than he, he guessed, maybe in her mid-twenties. She had been the object of many of his lecherous gazes during the two months of the school year.  Jack led her to the sofa, away from an eye line into his bedroom where the rumpled, bloodstained sheet gave evidence to his recent lechery.

"I'm going to report you to the authorities! You deserve to be hanged!"

          Jack got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, even as he noted that she said hanged, not hung. Miss Baldwin was an English teacher.  "I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Baldwin? Why? What did I do?"

          "You know damned well what you did! And she's just a child.  She was virgin!"   She spat out the last three words as if, maybe had the child not been a virgin, it would have been OK.

          Jack didn't know what to say.  Had Diana told her?  That must be it.  He'd try to bluster his way out of this mess.  Damn.  She was an impressive woman, standing there, hands on her hips, her big, round boobs heaving with her indignation under a loose-fitting t-shirt.   "Who? Did someone say I did something? Molested her? It's a lie!"  Jack tried to appear equally indignant but it was difficult, since he knew he was wrong.

"Nobody told me anything! I saw it with my own two eyes!" Bonnie felt a sense of triumph at catching him in such a barefaced lie. She'd make him grovel before she reported him.

OhmyGod!  The drapes.  I forgot to close them.  Jack knew that, from the nearby building, it was possible to see into his bedroom.  She must live there.  "Were you invading my privacy?  Is that it?  Were you peeping in my window?  I'll sue, dammit!  You had no right to do that!  And you wouldn't have a leg to stand on, in court."  God, though, you've got two great legs to stand on here, he thought, as he looked at her long, shapely legs.  She was standing, feet apart wide hips thrust forward, her full thighs outlined clearly under her light, calf-length skirt.

"We'll see about that, Mister! I saw it all. I saw you rape that innocent, young girl."  Was he right?  Would her story not hold up because she was peeping?  "I don't believe it won't hold up.  Not when I get her to testify, too."  Bonnie saw a flash of uncertainty cross his face and again exulted inwardly.  She'd get the handsome bastard!

          Bonnie was a twenty four year old virgin.  That by itself was remarkable, considering her beauty and her build, but what was even more remarkable was that she still had her cherry.  She still had her cherry because that usually fragile membrane was, in her case, a double thick, physiological anomaly.  And she was still a virgin because her arrogant, overbearing nature always drove away potential suitors.

          "Listen, you arrogant bitch! If you think you saw something by peeping through my window, that's your problem!"   Jack drew himself up to his full six feet, three-inch height so he could look down at the tall woman. "You're not going to find anyone who'll say I fucked her, let alone a thirteen year old with a newly busted cherry!"  He grabbed the woman's shoulders, making her big jugs tremble like taut balloons and he saw her gaze waver.

          Bonny, since she was in her early teens, had successfully hidden her timid, unsure nature behind a mask of arrogant certainty.  Now, the man's aggressive response to her accusation unsettled her and her uncertainty was exacerbated by the vivid memory of what she'd seen between his legs when he'd dismounted from the young girl.  She was suddenly afraid for her own safety.  She shouldn't have come here alone.  He might rape her, too.  Real rape, not the statutory kind with the young girl.  She knew he hadn't used force on that one.

          Jack shook her and the wobbling of her pneumatic breastworks sent a hot surge of lust through his loins.  "You're pretty brave, coming in here with those lovely, big tits sticking out. Did you come here to tempt the rapist?"

OhmyGod! Does he think that? She looked down and saw the huge bulge in the crotch of his terrycloth shorts and she was suddenly and uncharacteristically humble.  "No...No...Let me go...I want to leave,” Bonny said in a tremulous voice and her knees turned watery when he pulled her close and mashed his mouth against hers.

          Might as well be shot for a sheep as a lamb, Jack thought as her got one hand behind her head to hold her face against his and wrapped the other arm around her waist to haul her long, lush body tightly to his.  She kept her mouth tightly closed but her lips felt soft and he pushed his crotch bulge into the vee of her groin.

          Bonny was big and strong but she was no match for her assailant.  She strained and trembled as she tried to get away but it was hopeless.  He was pulling up her shirt and her bare breasts were rubbing against his chest, the nipples swelling and tingling from the stimulation.  She felt the waistband of her skirt loosen and then her skirt was falling to the floor.  Oh God! I didn't put on my panties, she realized with a sinking sensation in her gut.

          "You came looking for this, didn't you?  Did you get so hot seeing little Diana get hers that you came over for yours?" Jack was dragging the big woman to his bedroom as he spoke, her heels leaving twin trails on the thick carpet. And then they stumbled and fell together to the floor.

          “NO...OH PLEASE...NO!" Bonny cried out as the man pushed down his shorts and his huge, erect organ popped free.  Oh God.  It was even bigger than it had looked through the binoculars.  There was no trace left of her arrogance now.  The sight of Jack's mammoth fleshpole, only inches from her unsullied sex paralyzed her.  It was totally intimidating.  "Please Jack? Oh please don't? You can't? I won't tell what I saw. Please?"

          The sight of the big, naked woman on the floor, trembling and pleading in a timid voice was intensely salacious. She wouldn't be a tight, young virgin like Diana but she could sure give him a ride. Jack, now naked, too, rolled on top of the big, firm-fleshed woman, enjoying the feel of her accommodating size even though she was tense and unmoving, her long legs tightly clamped together.

          Bonny could feel it. That huge, hard weapon sandwiched between their bellies, and she whimpered as his mouth covered hers, forcing her lips apart so that his teeth grazed hers before his tongue pushed through and into her mouth.  Her mouth opened wide then, as if to make her oral cavern too large for the man’s supple tongue to touch inside but to no avail.  The hot, ductile appendage was under her lips, between there and her teeth, and then it was thrusting in and out of her slack-jawed mouth.  The young woman whimpered as her imagination transferred the thrusting of his tongue in and out of her mouth to a similar propelling of a different member into her lower grotto.  The thought of having her virginity plundered, being intimately invaded by this man’s mammoth organ made her nauseous.  Why hadn’t she waited until tomorrow and reported him to the authorities?  Had she somehow, sub-consciously, invited this assault?  How could she escape?  She lay under the big man, trying to think of a way.

          She wasn't really fighting him.  Jack was sure now that he could take her and the thought of being inside her big, beautiful body made him almost nauseous with excitement.  But he couldn’t.  Not by force.  He’d committed virtual rape on other occasions, but rape only because he’d aroused a girl to such a state that she couldn’t resist.  He forced his knees between hers and, although it was an almost painful effort, he got her long legs apart. Then, breaking off the one-sided kiss, he rose up from her wonderful, firm breast mounds to look at her naked loveliness. Her breasts were taut and high in spite of their size, the points of her nipples jutting out, large and voluptuous, from the summits of the melon-sized mounds of flesh beneath them. Jack cupped the huge flesh mounds, lifting and squeezing them gently, testing their resiliency and their juicy weightiness. He played with the rubbery nipples, pulling them, tweaking them as he watched for her reaction.

“You’ll go to jail!” the woman muttered through clenched teeth.  “If not for what you did to that poor, defenseless young girl then for this.” 

          The man's fat penis lay hard against Bonny's lower belly and she fixed her fascinated gaze on it, as if hypnotized. Pinpricks of delicious feeling raced from the tips of her pliant, globular mounds from the man's sensuous milking of her hugely swollen tits and little butterfly-like sensations fluttered through her stomach.

          Rising up higher from the woman's voluptuous body, Jack looked at his cock lying against the tanned flesh of her belly, the tip reaching the deeply dimpled hole of her navel. There was an appealing flat roll of firm flesh below her navel, a dip, and then the swell of her mons with its dark haired bush. Bonny looked up at him, her expression one of fear or anger or acceptance, he couldn't tell. Her upper lip was drawn back from her white teeth and now her legs were remaining open, even wider apart than his legs forced them. She wasn't trying to escape.

          Bonny shuddered as Jack dipped the huge head of his cock between the fleshy, outer lips of her cunt. It was so hot! So hard! She stiffened when she felt it at the mouth of her vagina. He was going to put it inside her. Just like he'd put it inside that little girl hardly more than an hour ago.

          There'd been no words, Jack realized, since he'd rolled on top of her. Had she, in fact, really come here to get fucked?  Reaching down he grasped his rigid tool and, using it like a thick, slick-tipped finger, he began to masturbate the lovely woman who was lying acquiescent and defenseless beneath him.  She looked up at him with eyes that were only half open, a pained expression on her face, her jaw hanging slackly as if she were drugged.

          Was this the way it was going to happen?  Bonny fought the growing heat in her belly.  It was humiliating.  Here she was, lying naked except for the t-shirt that was now covering only her neck, and a man was about to further humble her by invading her most secret place.  Why couldn’t she fight him?  Her arms moved up to push him away but when her hands grasped his shoulders she could do nothing but hold them as her broad pelvis tilted of its own volition and arched upward, seeking the tantalizing pressure from her assailant’s hot, hard weapon.

Jack guided his cock lower, just enough to push into the boiling heat of the woman’s cuntmouth.  Maybe, just maybe she was aroused enough that she would surrender without force?  The soft mouth of her vagina was snug, tighter than he'd expected, and she was juicily wet.  He paused, leaving his tool collared in her carnal gateway and he used his finger to titillate her hard, slick clitoris.

Bonny’s head lifted and she looked down to the source of the hot sensations that made her loins feel like a furnace.  A cry caught in her throat at the sight of the thick, white fleshpole that was connecting his hairy groin to the bulging mound of her furry sex.  Oh God!  He was going to skewer her with that obscene third arm.  She quaked with apprehension, her big breasts jiggling like taut balloons.  And then she looked up at the big man atop her, her eyes now strangely bright and shining as the pressure in her loins threatened to burst.

She could push him away but she didn’t.   She could tell him to stop but she wasn’t.  Jack’s organ twitched in the snug clasp of the woman’s soft, hot fucknest.  Even though the lovely, young, 13-year-old virgin, Diana, had drained his lust juices barely more than an hour ago, his balls ached and felt heavy and swollen.  Yes.  He’d fuck her unless she said stop.  And said it right now.

The woman felt her assailant tense and she gripped his shoulders more tightly.  She was on the verge of orgasm from the skilled teasing of her cum-trigger by the man’s finger and she felt a change down below, a slight, slow distending pressure.  Oh God!  He was going to do it.  It was beginning.  Her wide hips made an instinctive, downward roll away from the threatening weapon.

Jack pushed in, savouring the hot, wet clasp of the woman’s labia as they engulfed the peach-sized knob of his cock.  It was delightful.  The elastic portal yielded reluctantly, gripping his cockhead like a soft, rubber band.  And then his ingress was blocked. What was it? My God! She couldn't be a virgin? Not at her age with a body like hers. He pushed. He pushed harder and he felt a slight give, a yielding.

          Miss Baldwin, twenty-four years old and never yet fucked, felt the ache. The pressure. "Hmmm...Mmm...nannh," she whimpered and her hips made a slight, nervous recoiling movement from the pressure.  Her hands moved from her co-teacher’s shoulders down to the source of the hurt, her fingers feeling the thick stake that was poised to demolish her virginity.  Oh God. She shuddered.  The hugeness.  The hardness.  The power.  She was helpless.  Like that little girl.  Resistance was futile.

          God, she must be a virgin.  At twenty-four she still had her cherry. With the toughest hymen he'd ever encountered.  Jack looked down to where her hands were on either side of his cock, her black-bushed nest surrounding the bulbous head.  He was well collared in her cuntmouth and he pulled back.  Then, with a furious, determined thrust, he surged forward and the membrane, double thickness or not, imploded with an almost audible plop as he burst through it into the humid clasp of her sheath.

"Yeennccnhhh! " exploded from Bonnie's lips and she arched her back, thrusting her big, high breasts up and back with the shock as a hot agony shot through her belly.  He'd broken her.  Broken not only her cherry but her spirit.  The pain of her defloration and the stretching sensations of having her unused sheath expanded by the man's mammoth organ made her collapse in weakly whimpering subservience beneath her assailant.  Her hands timidly explored the smooth-skinned, still unsheathed length of his weapon and her eyes widened in fearful anticipation of what was yet to come.

          "Yeahh...wonderful," Jack moaned as he felt his shaft clasped in the soft, soothing embrace of the big woman's virgin cunt.  Slowly, a centimeter at a time, he worked his way in.  Her hands were there but she wasn't trying to deter him.  Her large, firm breasts jiggled with her breathless whimpers and her arms fell away, her hands lying limply at her sides as seven, then eight inches of his prick were buried in her passage.  Jack lowered his chest to her big, firm tit-cushions and slid his hands under her lush ass, feeling the quiver of her ass muscles under their fleshy covering.  Grasping her firm buttocks he pulled himself in until, finally, he had stuffed the big woman with the entirety of his penis.

          Bonny was conscious at first of only the hugeness of the man's organ which seemed to fill her entire belly. Then as he began to fuck her slowly, little erotic tingles and sensations of piercing stimulation radiated out from the pleasure centre between her widespread legs.

          Jack screwed the woman's big, lax body and gradually, the tightness lessened.  As it became easier with every thrust he made, the woman began to wriggle her loins and hips against him and the breath rushed from her mouth in short, whimpering gasps.

          Bonny, when Jack had pushed home the last length of pulsating flesh into her unused sheath thrilled to the friction on her smooth-stretched cuntwalls and the heat she knew only from her fingers grew in her belly. She felt his hips slither around against her skin and, virgin though she'd been, soon she was squirming and arching her body upward and she knew, deep in her mind and her belly, that she needed this. She needed to be fucked.

          Jack felt in control.  Of himself.  And of the big, lush-bodied woman beneath him. Bonny was hugging him now, her hands moving gently over his shoulders, the slightly crushed, large globes of her breasts prodding up into his chest.

          Deflowered and conquered, Bonny's big, strong body writhed beneath her master. A maddening erotic tingle rippled through her cock-impaled cunt and out along the velvet-lined lips of her cunt and crept like wildfire across her tightly drawn belly, through her breasts to the tips. She was approaching climax and her furry pelvis began sliding up and down and her pussy swallowed the man's huge cock with a muscular, pulling action that was drawing at his balls.

          Oh God! She's cumming! Jack was in heaven. There was a special delight in giving a young girl like Diana her first fuck-made climax but to do it to a mature woman like Bonny was a rare opportunity. It was as if she wanted to envelop him with flesh and he felt the furious pulling at his penis as her strongly muscled cunt contracted juicily on his cock.

          Bonny was in torment. This lecherous man was in control of her, his shaft lay, sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides, and all she could do was writhe and wriggle and open herself for more. Then she felt a throb from deep inside, the breadth and length of his virile cock jerking up her another half inch as he flexed it within her and it triggered her orgasm.

          Feeling the hot press of her orgasm squeeze around his cock and hearing her deep, throaty groan as Bonny's naked body convulsed beneath him, Jack rammed his body as hard as he could against her writhing hips. Her hands clutched him with the force of a madman, digging into his shoulders as she arched her back and tilted her furry pelvis, inviting his mammoth penetration. Jack felt the burning heat as the thick, viscous liquid began its mad race along the full length of his bloated cock.

          She'd never been fucked before but she knew what was happening. Bonny felt the muscles surrounding her genitals expanding and contracting, sending waves of incredible feelings rocketing through her entire body and then she felt his cock give a warning throb as the heavily swollen sperm canal on the underside of his jerking penis bulged out and the first rush of heated semen seethed up from his dangling balls and the flood pierced her belly, entering up into the deep regions below her breasts.

          Jack's organ was undulating in great, squeezing jerks as Bonny's spasms subsided. Limp now, her long legs fell widely splayed, submissively cradling her conqueror and it felt to the woman that his buried cock seemed to expand more and more, stretching her narrow vaginal walls farther apart as his potent sperm spurted hotly up into her womb, filling her twitching channel until the excess was squeezed from the flooded canal to ooze and dribble into the crack of her quivering ass.

          Lying heavily on the woman's big, quivering body, Jack wondered how much trouble he was in.  He'd not only raped this woman but she'd seen him despoil a thirteen year old.  Two virgins in the space of three hours were gratifying but what was the price going to be?  Her big breasts were heaving pneumatically under his chest, as her breathing had not yet returned to normal.

"Uh, Mr. Allan? Jack? Maybe I ought to get up?"  The timid, quavering voice gave him his answer.  "I...uh...you...uh...if I stand? Like? So it will run out? Your sperm?"   She wasn't going to raise trouble.  He knew that now.  But he liked lying on her.  Liked the feel of her big, firm tits and the twitching and quivering of her belly and thighs.  Even the warm wetness of his cunt-filling gism around his slowly deflating tool felt good.

"In a minute, Bonny. I just want to savour your loveliness for another minute."  He knew he needed time before he could fuck her again but that he would do.  He wriggled down against her, making no effort to ease his weight from her prone body.

          It felt to her as if there was a lake of semen inside her, lying heavily at the mouth of her womb. She could picture the little sperm swimming up into her, seeking an egg to fertilize. But there was a languor, a lassitude that pervaded her loins and she had a feeling of glorious satisfaction. He hadn't done this with the little girl. Hadn't stayed on top of her after he was done. Was he going to fuck her again? Could he? Men needed time to recover, didn't they?

          Jack's tool finally slipped limply out of the cum-flooded enclosure and he rolled off the woman's spread-eagled frame. But she didn't get up. Her hand moved timidly to his groin and her fingers cradled the soft fleshtube, fondling it.

"It's so small, now?"  she said in a tremulous voice. "I really should stand or something?"  Bonny looked down at her wetly matted bush and saw the trickle of red stained gism leaking from between her labial slit.  "Do you think I should get the pill, Jack? I mean? Like?  In case you want to? Like, have me again?"

          "Yeah. It's a good idea." Jack leaned over and traced the outline of one of her large aureoles with his tongue and felt it immediately become pebbled as the nipple swelled and projected between his lips. Her fingers tightened on his penis and, like her nipple, his organ also responded to the titillation.

          An anticipatory flutter rippled Bonny's firm-fleshed belly when she felt the flaccid fleshtube expand in her hand. "Are you? Do you want to make love to me again? Now?" She squirmed, no longer mindful of the pool of sperm lying dangerously at the bottom of her freshly devirginated cunt. Both of her hands were on him now, stroking and squeezing, timidly urging him to give her more.

"God, yes, Bonny. But I need time to recover."

          "Oh...oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She released the excitingly growing organ. “I didn't mean to...I'm sorry."

          "No, Bonny. Don't stop. It won’t take long." Wonderful. He'd got more than her cherry.  Would she use her mouth?  He slid an arm under her drawing her big body on top of him as her hands again timidly fondled his tool.  Her mouth opened compliantly as he kissed her and then he was gently urging her lower, pressing her head down.

          What was he doing? What did he want? And then she remembered what the little girl had done.  He wanted to put it in her mouth.  Bonny rose to her knees and lowered her head to his groin.  It didn't look threatening now.  Her hand could wrap around it easily.  She lifted the limp, soft organ and, with a feeling of humility, she pressed her mouth to the tip, enclosing the uncircumcised, sensitive flap of skin with her lips.  It jerked and she opened her mouth wider to engulf more of it.

"Oh yes, Bonny. That's it. Suck me."

          Her lips wrapped around the cylinder and her cheeks hollowed as she did as he asked.  She trembled excitedly as she felt it swell and harden in her mouth.  Bigger.  My God.  So big.  She strained her mouth open wider as it grew and grew and then he was pushing it deeper.  "Glaannggh...Unngh," she gagged when he bumped the back of her throat. "Too big, Jack. Can't take it all."

          "Get on me Bonny. Get on me and fuck me."

          Bonny's belly churned as he guided her up and over him, her long legs spreading to straddle his thighs. My God! Had that been inside her? She was poised high above his hips with the huge, thick pole pointed upwards to the swollen crevice. A dribble of gism streamed stringily from her cunt to puddle on his pubis and she wondered if enough was running out of her. And then she was sliding down the thick pole, feeling her inner body stretching again to accommodate his hugeness.

          When Bonny returned to her apartment, some three hours later, her legs were watery weak and she walked with feet apart, as if she was still stuffed with the lecherous man's cock.  She was a changed woman. Even if he had seduced and ravished one of his students, she didn't care.  She was a woman.  Fulfilled.  And, although it would be two weeks before she suspected it and almost two months before she confirmed it, she was also pregnant.

          Jack was drained but, as he sprawled in his chair and sipped on a drink, he mused libidinously about the possibilities today’s events had identified.  Would Bonny do a threesome with Diana?  Her submissive behaviour after being devirginated led him to think she would.  And Diana would definitely go along with the idea.  His battered organ swelled at the thought.  But not tonight.

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Grade School Grazing

                                 Chapter Three

                             Balling Busty Belinda

                 While hugely endowed Jack was enjoying his sojourn in the private school, Bob Best, another young teacher of more ordinary dimensions, had a position in a Public School and was viewing his Grade Seven and Eight pupils with lecherous eyes.  His nubile but underaged niece, Lucy, had demonstrated that even a twelve year old could be a delightful and exciting bed-partner so his girl pupils were no longer just children, to him.  Now they were, to varying degrees, the subjects of lewd fantasies.  If his barely pubescent niece, Lucy, could take pleasure from the adult sex act, then surely many of the ripening youngsters in his class would also enjoy it.  And give it.

                 It was like setting the fox to watch the chicken coop.  "It's a lot to ask, Bob," the middle-aged female Principal, Mrs. Wilson said when he came to her office. "It's just that you seem to have a special way with kids.  It's only six and they're not bad, just slow learners."

Bob knew the two boys.  They weren't slow learners, just lazy and disinterested.  Better marks or no sports would likely do the trick with them.  The girls, however, were a different matter. 

                 Fifteen-year-old Janice had just been moved back to grade eight from grade nine.  There must be a problem there, Bob mused as he surveyed his newly structured class, since she was old even for grade nine. Kind of pretty though, in a buxom sort of way.  I wonder if she's a virgin?

                 The youngest of his new charges was Ingrid.  Grade six.  Eleven? Maybe twelve? Cute and beginning to round out, showing promise of future womanhood. Bigger than Lucy.  Bob checked the record.  Yes, she was eleven.  Too young, even for an unprincipled lecher like he.

And the other two.  Dark, precociously busty Belinda was twelve, he knew.  He'd been watching her unhaltered, young tits bounce provocatively since the beginning of the term.  And the leggy, thirteen year old blonde, Valery. A real beauty.  Was she the legendary dumb blonde?

                 All of them, even the plump, eleven year old Ingrid, aroused Bob's lust.  But how could he get them.  No, not Ingrid.  That would be going too far.  But the others.  Unlike Lucy, they wouldn't be living with him and crawling into bed with him at night. 

"Mrs. Crawley sez yer gonna give me speshul help after school."

Bob looked up from his papers to see the dark-haired girl, Belinda, chewing gum furiously as she stood by his desk.  Her big tits jiggled as if being bounced by the chewing motion of her jaws.

"Yes, Belinda.  Or at least, I'll try."  And maybe you can give me some special help, too, Bob mused as he pictured the youngster sitting astride his hips, her big tits bouncing as she fucked him.  Would she?  Damn.  Right now she looked like a little whore.

                 He was kinda cute, even to a twelve-year-old girl. She'd show Valery.  Even if the tall, older girl was her best friend, she made her mad, sometimes.  Like lately, when Valery wouldn't believe that she'd done it, gone all the way.  But, if she got Mr. Best to do it to her, then Val would have to believe her. 

                 It ain't that speshul, Val, Belinda had said.  It hurt a bit but then it was over.  And Jimmy's only fourteen.  Next time I'll get an older guy who knows how to do it.  There's lotsa high school guys who'd like me.  I seen how they look at me. But Val had just laughed.  She'd show her.  Mr. Best looked at her too, the way the guys did, and she knew that some of the men teachers were doing it to the older girls.

"Are we gonna do it here?  Like, study?"  Belinda giggled inwardly as se realized what she'd said.  Do it?  Yeah.  She glanced around to see where he might get her down.

"I guess so, Belinda.  But first we need to have a talk so you can tell me what sort of help you think you need.  I'm meeting Janice today so shall we get together tomorrow at four?"

"Uh, yeah.  That's OK."  Boy, is he ever lookin' at my tits.  I'm gonna sneak Sis's pushup bra tomorrow and really give him an eyeful.

                 Bob watched the youngster's lush ass wobble as she left the room.  She seemed to be a brash kid.  Likely she'd been screwed more than once.  But he wanted her anyway,

"Uh, Mr. Best?  You wanted to talk to me?"

Bob looked up again.  This time it was Janice who stood by his desk.  But she wasn't displaying her boobs.  Not like Belinda.  "Yes, Janice.  I wanted to set up a schedule for the extra work we'll have to do to make you into an A student."

"Oh Mr. Best.  You know I'll never be that.  But I do want to make better grades.  It's good of you to help out after school."  He seemed like such a nice man.  Kind of serious and a bit sad.

"I've been looking at your record, Janice.  Maybe you won't make all A's but I know you can do a lot better.  Your English is excellent and you seem to have a good understanding of Social Studies.  We just have to figure out how to build your confidence."  God, she's a big girl.  Must be 5'8 or 9".  Those loose clothes don't tell me much about what's under them, though.  I'm going to have to play her carefully.

"I hope so, Sir.  And math and science?  They really give me lots of problems.  I'll do whatever you say."

The classroom was deserted when Belinda arrived next day for her interview with Mr. Best.  Bob showed up right away though, from the small room adjoining the classroom. 

          "Are yuh married, Mr. Best?"

"Yes and no, Belinda.  I don't live with my wife."

          "Mommy and Daddy don't live together neither.  I live part time with each of them.  Do you got any kids?"

          "No. Except two nieces who live with me."

          "Are they little kids?"

          "No.  One's eighteen, the other is your age."

          "What wouldja do if you had someone like me livin' with you?  And you didn't have no wife?"

          "I don't know, Belinda.  As I said, I have someone who is sort of like you living with me.  And no wife.  Why do you ask?"

"Uh, I wuz just wondrin'?  Like?  There's a girl in Grade Eight over at the McAllister School and she lives with her uncle...not her real uncle 'zackly...and she..  Like...she sleeps with him...you know...like she wuz his wife."  There.  Now he'd know that she wasn't a little kid and she knew about man-woman stuff.  Would he get ideas about her?

"Well that's not what my nieces do, Belinda."  God, she was a cute, little piece.  At least two inches under five feet and a big ribbon in her hair. If it wasn't for those tits she'd look like a little girl.  But the way those boobs were sticking up and out under her blouse, she looked like a little whore.  Why was she talking about sex?  Was she offering?  "Is that what you would do, Belinda?  In that situation?"

"Uh, maybe? If my uncle was good lookin' like you?"

          "Well, I guess we'd better talk about schoolwork, Belinda.  Do you ever study?"

          "Not much, sir.  Is that what yer gonna make me do?"

          "That's part of it.  But I need to teach you how to talk better, too.  You have to pronounce each word instead of running them together.  I think your teachers don't realize how smart you are because of the way you talk."  I wonder if this will work? "I've set up a tape recorder in my office.  We'll start by having you read something while I tape it.  And then we'll work on improving your diction"

Belinda followed the teacher into the little room.  It was only about ten feet square with a small desk against one wall and a narrow sofa against the other.  The girl looked around, seeing the small recorder on the desk and noting that there was only one chair.

"I guess you'll have to sit on my knee while we do the taping," Bob said as he sat on the armless chair.  "It will only take a little while."

I think he's gonna try somethin'.  Should I tell him it's OK?  The girl climbed onto her teacher's knee, her short skirt sliding up over her plump thighs almost to the top.  "What'cha gonna get me to read, sir?"

          "It's a few passages from this book."  Bob opened the book and handed it to the girl.  "This is a  story about a young girl like you.  And an older man.  It's called Lolita.  Only she's not exactly like you.  She's not as big."  Bob cupped one of the girl's big tit-mounds.  "Not as big there, anyway."

"Is it really a story 'bout someone my age?  Does she?  Like?  You know?  Does she do ver'thin'?"  Her teacher's hand was still on her breast and Belinda wished she'd left off her sister's push-up bra.  She wriggled closer on the man's lap and felt a hard bulge.  Yes.  She was getting to him.

"You read it, Belinda, and make up your own mind."

In a halting voice, the girl read the page that Bob had opened the book to.  It wasn't explicit but, even though her teacher kept stopping her to correct her diction, Belinda could tell that the girl was teasing the older man. 

"Is it a true story, Mr. Best?  Did she really do it?  All the way?" Belinda squirmed excitedly at the though of another girl, an even younger one than she, getting it from an older man.  Mr. Best must have planned it, giving her that book to read.

"I think so, Belinda."  The feel of her firm bum writhing on his erection was exquisite.  Bob had little doubt now that the youngster would willingly let him have her and he began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Is that what yer gonna do, too, Sir?  Are yuh gonna make me your own Lolita?"  Belinda pushed her chest forward to show off her big, young breasts as her blouse opened.  And then her teacher was unsnapping the clasp in the front of the little bra to bare her milky globes completely.  "Do yuh think she wuz as big as me?  I mean, her bubs?"

          "Not many girls your age have such lovely breasts, Belinda.  Do you mind that I'm playing with them?"

"Oh no, Mr. Best.  I like it.  You ain't rough like Jimmy wuz.  And it makes me feel good."  His gentle touch was sending warm thrills out from her breasts to her belly and her nipples had quickly become thick and hard. She just knew she was going to like doing it with her teacher.

Bob glanced at the door.  He should have locked it, he knew, but he wasn't going to endanger his progress in seduction of this buxom youngster just to protect against their unlikely interruption. She was like a miniature woman.  Less than five feet tall, her big, firm-fleshed tits seemed even larger on her short frame.  It would be different than with Lucy.  First, he was sure, he wouldn't be popping this girl's sub-teen cherry.  But to compensate he was getting pleasure from her big, juicy breasts, bigger by far than Lucy's developing mounds or even Irene's modest boobs.  And, unlike with his well-endowed ex-wife, this girl would not likely be asking for more cock in her juvenile cunt.

          Belinda shifted accommodatingly as her teacher unfastened the waist of her skirt and she raised her bum from his lap so he could push her skirt and panties down over her hips.  And then his hands were gliding skillfully over her plump thighs, urging them apart, and then dipping lower to her moistening nest. "Have yuh done this before, Mr. Best?  Like?  Oohhh, that feels good," the youngster gasped when her teacher’s fingers stroked her soft pussylips. "Like...have yuh played with any of the other girls?"

          "No, Belinda.  And I shouldn't be playing with you, either. Do you want me to stop?"  Bob was pretty sure, from the way the girl was so willingly acquiescing to his lewd assault, that she was as willing as he and he was surprised by the thick, dark bush on her mons.  Was that an indication that, sexually, she was more mature than his bald-pussied niece, Lucy?

"Nah, Mr. Best.  I'm glad yer playin' this way with me.  Ain'cha?  Like? Ain'cha gonna take off yer pants?"  As she asked the question, the girl smiled cutely and wriggled on the hard bulge she felt through her teacher's pants.

          Bob managed, somehow, to open his fly and slide his pants down while, at the same time, he completely removed Belinda's skirt and panties. The young girl put her arms around his neck as he lifted her and turned her so that she was sitting astride his thighs, facing him.           

                 "Have you played like this with other teachers, Belinda?"  Bob asked, wondering at the young girl's easy compliance with his lewd advances.

"Not with a teacher, Mr. Best.  But I been playin' with some older boys,” she lied, not wanting to appear as inexperienced as she was and not appreciating that professed innocence would have been an even greater turn-on for her teacher.

                 Belinda's short, plump legs were spread wide apart, her fleshy thighs warmly clasping his hips.  Bob positioned her, wide open astride his thighs and lowered his face to her breasts to mouthe the firm, hard-tipped globes, sliding forward on the chair and spreading his own legs so that the girl sat lower between them.

"I like that, Mr. Best,” Belinda gasped as the man sucked wetly on her throbbing breasts.  "OH SIR!" she exclaimed when he bit one of her swollen nipples and a thrill shot through her.  The girl wasn't afraid when she felt her teacher's hot hardness against her pussy.  She'd done it before, even if only for less than a minute. Wriggling accommodatingly, she positioned herself for the expected penetration.

                 Bob kissed her soft, red-lipped mouth as he reached down to guide his tool to the soft, wetness of her adolescent vulva.  Her mouth opened, her lips parting readily to welcome his tongue, just like her lower lips were spreading to admit his outthrust tool.  He thrilled to the hot, yielding elasticity of her cuntmouth as he entered the moist, hot portal.

"MR. BEST!   Oohhh Sirrr!",  Belinda exclaimed, her breath gushing hotly into her teacher’s mouth as if the penetrating penis was pushing the air from her body.  Bob leaned back then, holding her firm ass and sliding her forward, savouring the tight grip of her dilating cuntflesh around his manhood.  His young student wasn’t as tight as Lucy had been that first time but the clasp of her juvenile sheath was immeasurably more exciting than that of his ex-wife’s oft-plumbed opening.  Two-thirds of his shaft were now enclosed by the youngster’s hot, wet passage and, with a pang of disappointment, he knew that somebody else had already broken her cherry.  The muscles of her big, firm ass flexed involuntarily as he drew her closer until she was stuffed by his burning hot tool, his hairy pubis meshing with her own bushy mons.

"Oohhh Gawwd, Belinda.  You feel good.  I didn't know little girls could be so hot."

                 "I'm big enough ain't I, Mr. Best?  Yuh got it all in, din'cha?"  And, at that moment, Belinda hoped so.  Jimmy hadn't been in this far and she was a bit apprehensive.  Could she take a full-grown man?

"Oh yes, Belinda.  You're big enough."  Grasping her round, firm-fleshed hips he began to move her back and forth, savouring the hot, juicy clasp of her juvenile cuntflesh on his throbbing cock.

                 Hot, little tingling sensations emanated out from her cock-filled, young cunt and Belinda felt a warm glow in her belly.  She was being fucked.  Really fucked.  Not like with Jimmy who had just been in and then it was over.  Her teacher was kissing her bubs again, adding to her juvenile arousal and the young girl began to move of her own volition.

                 Bob felt the response as the young schoolgirl wriggled on the impaling staff, her soft, inner flesh clinging delightfully to his cock.  Raising his face to hers, he began to kiss her soft mouth again, thrusting his tongue in and out between her mobile lips, using it to give her mouth the fucking that his cock was giving her cunt.

                 Belinda’s plump thighs clasped her teacher’s hips as she used the grip to pull herself closer, and then push away.  At first she was awkward, her movements erratic and frustrating but after a few tentative pulls and pushes, she established a sort of rhythm so that she was rocking her pelvis against his.

                 Leaning back, Bob moved one hand from the girl’s firm, flexing buttocks to play with her big, firm breasts.  He stroked and squeezed the pliant mounds, pinching and tugging the rubbery nipples, using her ripe, young tits like handles to guide the precocious pre-teen’s movements.

                 Belinda looked down past her bulging, young belly to where she was taking her teacher’s thick organ into her pulsating pussy.  Her excitement was amplified by her pride.  A full-grown man, a teacher, was fucking her.  Valery would be jealous.  It felt to her as if the man’s cock was going right up into her belly and she loved it.

                 The lecherous schoolteacher could feel the growing stress in his heavy balls and he knew that he would soon explode into his young student’s underage quim.  He used both hands now, one on her big tit-handles, the other on her bulbous, flexing ass, to assist her motions.  Seeing her big breasts bounce and jiggle as she rode him, watching her pretty face darken with growing lust, he was in a sinful heaven of sexual gratification  

"Hannh...whooo...Hannnh...whooo,” the writhing youngster panted as the pressure built in her juvenile loins.  The sense of expectancy grew within her with the continuing friction on her cock-stretched cuntwalls and the rubbing of her teacher’s thickly veined tool on her throbbing clit.  She knew she was going to cum.  She reached down so she could massage her swollen cum-trigger, feeling the hard shaft sliding against the back of her finger as it plunged in and out of her fevered channel.

The girl was no tighter than his, now, oft-fucked niece, but Bob was savouring this girl's busty weight and, looking at her pretty, dark face as it twisted in a grimace of impending orgasm, he grasped her hips and, arching his own, he pulled her down hard.

"Hunnghh!" the young girl cried out as the tip of her teacher's man-sized tool pushed against her cervix and expanded her little-girl cunt way beyond what quick-triggered, young Jimmy had done in her one, brief, prior episode.  "Heennchh...accchhh," she gasped, sibilantly,  as her frame was wracked by a paralyzing, spine-tingling orgasm.

                 The girl's snug passage twitched, then locked on his cock and Bob felt his own climax begin.  His deepthrust shaft swelled, bucked and then, as he too was frozen in passion, he spurted up into the humid depths of the pre-teen schoolgirl's spasming cunt.  Holding her warm hips he moved her back and forth, using her tight sheath to milk his semen into the squirmy depths of her underaged passage, filling her with the fluid fruits she’d invited through her moral laxity. 

                 Belinda felt the man's spear jump within her and then was aware of the flooding wetness that jetted up into her, inundating her juvenile receptacle and extruding out around the cunt-filling cylinder to trickle down into the crack of her ass.  She felt weak but filled in a wonderfully satisfying way and she slumped down on the thick pole, her young body twitching in the aftermath of her climax.

                 The unprincipled teacher held her close, letting his drained tool soak in her tight, cum-filled young passage.  God, he thought, I have to stop taking advantage of these lovely youngsters.  But he knew he wouldn’t. 

“Golly, Mr. Best.  I bet Miz Wilson din’t know you wuz gonna teach me this.”

                 “You should say Mrs. Wilson didn’t know you were going to teach me this,” Bob corrected his twelve-year-old pupil.  She was definitely not showing any sign of being harmed by his licentious ravishing of her underaged body.  He leaned back to study the salacious sight of the big-breasted young girl, still sitting impaled on his deflating tool, a creamy froth of cock-churned semen showing whitely on her pinkly parted labia.

“But it wasn’t your first lesson was it, Belinda?”

                 “No…hee hee,” the girl giggled, “But the other time I din’t learn nothin’.”  Then, remembering what he’d told her, she giggled again and corrected herself, saying, “I mean, the other time I didn’t learn anything.”

                 Bob cupped her big ass-cheeks and lifted the young girl off his hips.  A dribble of gism drooled from her bushy quim and she stood, legs apart, holding his shoulders.

“Wow…I can hardly stand up, Mr. Best.  It feels almost like you’re still inside me.”  Then, on unsteady legs, the girl recovered her clothes and dressed.  “I’m gonna like havin’ you teach me, Sir.”

                 As his acquiescent pupil left his office Bob had a moment of concern.  He really had to start using a condom.  Lucy, fortunately had miscarried but a pregnant twelve year old would be a disaster for both of them.

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Grade School Grazing

                                      Chapter Four

                             Instructing Ingenuous Ingrid 

                 Ingrid looked up from her desk at Mr. Best.  She didn't really like working at the same kind of desk that she had in the classroom.  It made these special sessions too much like ordinary school, which she found boring.  But, anyway, he’d moved one into his little office for her when they'd first begun the after-hours extra work.  And, desk or not, the extra lessons weren't boring. Especially the history part.

                 Did Mr. Best have a 'secret little girl'?  Ingrid remembered that Uncle Gary said lotsa men did but of course he didn't always tell the truth. Like the first time he put it in my bottom.  He'd said it wouldn't hurt but it did.  Of course the other times, after that, didn't hurt, especially when he put on lots of the slippy stuff.  And the first time he shot his stuff into my mouth and wouldn't let me get away.  He lied then, too, coz he'd said he wouldn't. But that was OK, too, I guess.  It made him so happy when I did it that I felt good, too.  And he said that should be a lesson to me not to trust a man when he wanted sex.  Do I dare ask Mr. Best if he has a secret, little girl?

                 "Do you have a secret little girl, Mr. Best?"

"No, not really? Unless it's you?" Bob had a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when Ingrid looked up at him innocently and asked the question.  What had she heard?  Had Belinda let something slip?   "I spend a lot of time with you, don't I?"

"Silly.  That's not what I mean.  I mean a secret little girl. A special one that you do secret stuff with.  Do you have one of those?"

                 "I don't think so, Ingrid?  Unless it's my niece, Lucy.  We have some family secrets."

"But?  Like?  Do you do secret stuff?  Stuff you both like but don't tell nobody about?"

                 "I don't know, Ingrid?"  What's she getting at?  "We sneak out sometimes and go to the zoo, or McDonalds.  That's all.  Why? Are you somebody's secret little girl?"

                 "Yeah.. Leastways, I was 'til Uncle Gary got married."

                 "What sort of secret stuff did you do?"

                 "If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret no more.  Less'n I was your secret girl, too."

                 "All right, then.  If you tell me, I'll let you be my secret, little girl," Bob replied, his curiosity aroused. Was it sexual?  She was only twelve, but she was bigger than Lucy except that she was flatter chested.  Nice chubby bum, though, and a very pretty face.  In a year or two, she'd be a real beauty.

"Yuh gotta promise it's a secret, Mr. Best. Cross your heart and hope to die."  Ingrid got up from her desk and stood next to her teacher.

                 "Cross my heart and hope to die, Ingrid."

                 "Don'cha wanta do somethin' to me, Sir?  Like, I'm your secret girl so's we can do secret stuff together?"

                 "I'm not sure what secret stuff you mean, Ingrid?"  She had her hand on his knee and she was looking at his crotch as her fingers crawled higher on his pant leg.

"You know, don'cha?" the girl said, raising her eyes to his and looking almost shy.  "Like rub me here," she leaned her belly closer so his knee was pressed to the juncture of her thighs, "and give me the squidgywriggles."  Then, seeing the puzzled expression on her teacher's face, she giggled, “That's what I call it.  Coz my tummy gets all warm and squidgy and it makes me wriggle."  The girl pushed and wriggled against his knee.  "Uncle Gary says I cum to joygassy or something."

It dawned on Bob that the youngster meant come to orgasm and the blood rushed to his penis at the salacious image of this plump, pretty girl-child joygassing.  He slid his hand up under her short skirt and as he did, Ingrid pulled up her skirt and peeled her panties down over her shapely legs, and then stood legs apart as his hand covered her pussy.

"Well, Ingrid, let's see if I can give you squidgywriggles," Bob said softly as he caressed the velvety softness of her young pussy.  The lips of her still hairless pussy were fat and, at first touch, hot and dry. The dryness was short-lived, however for, as he pushed his fingers between the pulpy fleshfolds, his fingers were bathed with the oily effusion of the juvenile's arousal.

"Yeah...Oohhh yeah Mr. Best.  It feels so good," the girl sighed and she began to push against his hand.  "It don't feel near as good when I do it to myself.  Do you wanta finish me 'fore I do you?"

                 ""Yes, Ingrid.  I think I'd like to do that."  God.  If I can make her cum, then she's old enough to fuck.  And she's definitely big enough.  Bob sluiced his fingers in the slippery crevice of her hairless cunt, his cock throbbing with anticipation.  She's taller than Belinda even if she doesn't have tits.  And she has a nice, round ass.

"Hanh...lemme get on yer lap, sir," the plump youngster panted and, holding his hand between her legs, she climbed up on his thighs.  "Oh yes, Mr. Best.  That's yummy," she gushed when he found her erect, little clitoris and rubbed it.  His other hand slipped up under her blouse and he felt a hard, bulging nipple.  Even if her breasts were just beginning to develop, the rubbery projection foretold impending womanhood.

"Lemme...like...I'll take it off," the little girl said with an expectant smile.  "I like it when yuh...like...Uncle Gary use'ta rub my bubbies, too..." and she peeled off her blouse so that she was sitting completely naked on his lap.

"What else did Uncle Gary do, Ingrid?" Bob asked as he fingered her smooth, pulpy genitals.  "Did you let him?  In here?" and Bob inserted a finger into the tight, little aperture of her juvenile cuntmouth.

"Nah...Annh...not there, Mr. Best...he said I'm too young for that...Annh," and she wriggled against her teacher's teasing fingers.  "But I done other...Annh...Oohhh sirr... yer makin' me feel so good...I done other stuff for him."

                 "Are you going to tell me what the other stuff is, Ingrid?"

                 Ingrid could feel the heat and pressure growing in her belly and she knew she'd soon get the wrigglies.  Her bum moved, feeling the hard bump under her teacher's pants.  "Have yuh...hunh… got any...hunh...slippy stuff.." she panted.  "If yuh do, I can do you too…with my…my... hunhh... my bum…hunhh," but it was too late for her legs locked on his wrist and she began to jerk and writhe as her pubescent body was wracked by a squirming orgasm.

                 The girl uttered a gasping sigh and sprawled, open-legged, across his lap and Bob thought, for a moment, that he was going to go off right then. "My, Ingrid.  You are a special, little girl," Bob said in a lust-choked voice, feeling her soft, wet, young pussy pulsing against his hand.  “Are you going to...to do something special for me now?"

                 "Acourse, Mr. Best.  Uncle Gary alluz said that if he gave me the squidgywriggles then I hadda give them to him, too." the pretty, girl-child replied with a smile.  "But not in my bum?  Not today.  Canya, like?  Lie on the floor?"

Not entirely sure what the youngster had in mind, Bob lay down and the naked, young girl knelt beside him.

"You gotta...like...take down you pants, Mr. Best.  Don'cha know what I'm gonna do?  You sure ain't had a secret, little girl before.  I can tell."

Jack pushed down his pants and shorts and his fully erect penis sprang into view. Guessing now what she planned, he began to rub her pretty mouth with his thumb.  Her little mouth opened with alacrity and her lips closed over his thumb as her little tongue begin to explore the tip of his thumb and her soft lips started sucking lightly.

          "Isn't there sump'n else you'd rather...like...don'cha want?" and Ingrid looked down at her teacher's erect penis.  "Boy, you sure are hard, Mr. Best." She felt a surge of pride.  He was her schoolteacher but he didn’t seem to know much about girls.  Uncle Gary had always told her what to do but Mr. Best was asking her.  This was fun.

Bob couldn't wait any longer.  He pushed the little girl's head down to his groin, not that it needed any pushing.  Her little mouth opened and he gasped as her soft, wet lips engulfed the swollen tip.  He arched up, feeling her teeth glide over the shaft and her warm tongue caressed the underside.  She gagged briefly when the tip of his cock met the back of her throat and then she pushed his hips down.

          "I can't take it all in, Mr. Best?  Willya...like...just let me...my way?"  Ingrid was a bit disappointed.  Her teacher was starting to act like Uncle Gary and she liked it better when she was setting the pace.

          With difficulty, Bob restrained himself as the twelve year old rested her cheek on his thigh, holding the rigid shaft with one hand and then she raised her head and stretched her pretty lips around the glistening, purple knob.  The sensation was exquisite.  With her eyes half closed she milked him with her hand and sucked him with her young, tender mouth.  Her hot saliva drooled from the tautly stretched lips of her pretty, little mouth and the wet, slurpy sounds from her precociously skilful blowjob added to the obscene eroticism of the moment.

"Oh God, Ingrid!  I'm gonna cum!"  he exclaimed as he felt his cum-heavy balls heave.  "You’re making me cum!  You gotta stop!"

          "Why, Mr. Best.  Don'cha wanna finish?"  The ingenuous twelve year old raised her head, releasing her mouth grip and then, looking up at him with her big, blue eyes, she began to run her hot, pink tongue repeatedly up the underside of his tool, licking it with a tantalizing slowness and, as she reached the tip, wrapping her lips briefly around the slick knob.

          "OH God yes, Ingrid. Are you going to?  Are you going to let me go in your mouth?"

"Acourse, Mr. Best." and the twelve year old once more engulfed his throbbing tool with her hot, little mouth.  She was thrilled by her teacher’s reaction.  It was like he’d never done it in a girl’s mouth before.

Bob felt that wonderful feeling, like a giant sneeze in his gut, as the girl's lips sucked hard on his cock and her warm, little hand pumped his spasming tool.  Afraid that she'd change her mind, at the last moment, he placed his hand on her head.

"Glaannggh...Gluunnggh," gurgled from the little girl as Bob ejaculated right into her hot, little mouth.  He felt like he was pumping gallons into her and. when she tried momentarily to back away, it certainly felt like that to the little girl.  With her mouth plugged by her teacher's cock, she struggled for air and he could see her throat muscles heave as she sought to swallow the flood of semen that gushed into her throat.

Glungh…Ullp…Ullp,” Ingrid gurgled and a viscous stream of unswallowed semen drooled from her softly nursing lips to run down over hand as it squeezed and milked his bucking shaft.  All the while her eyes were fixed on her teacher’s face with an expression of slavish devotion. 

"My Gawwd, Ingrid!  You're fantastic," Bob gasped as he felt her soft lips and mobile tongue draining the last of his load.  “You do that better than anyone I know.”

Ingrid raised her head, more gism leaking from her pretty mouth as she smiled with contentment.  She knew she had satisfied her teacher and that he liked her.  She was innocently happy.  “Gee, Mr. Best.  It was fun.  And you made me feel real good, too.”  Suddenly, the loud whine of a vacuum cleaner signaled the arrival of the cleaners.

"Damn!" the teacher exclaimed.  "You'd better go, Ingrid."

                 "Aww Gee, Mr. Best,"  the youngster said as she got to her knees and picked up her panties from the floor.  "Did I do it OK, sir?  You're not mad at me, are yuh?"  Her legs felt wobbly from the ecstasy of her juvenile climax and she hung onto her teacher's arm for support.  "Am I still gonna be your secret little girl?"

"Yes Ingrid.  For sure." The twelve year old did not look as much like a child now with the sultry, satisfied look on her face.  "But we'll have to be very careful so it will be just our secret."   Inwardly, Bob cursed the cleaners for arriving when they did.  Even though the little girl had done a masterful job of draining his lust, he had an obscene desire to be inside her underaged cunt, to have her immature vagina hold his tool in its tight grip.

                 That night, his young niece Lucy reaped the fruits that Ingrid had cultivated.  For the first time since her fortunate miscarriage Lucy was thoroughly fucked and afterwards, when the excess of her uncle's gism overflowed her tender cunt to trickle down her leg, she was glad she was now on the pill.

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Grade School Grazing

                                      Chapter Five

                              Inside Ingenuous Ingrid

                 Two days later, as he sat in his pseudo-office, Bob was startled by a knock on the door.

"Mr. Best?  You are Mr. Best, aren't you?"

                 "Yes.  What can I do to help you?"  Jack managed to tear his gaze away from the woman's humungous breasts that were straining at a too tight sweater.  She was enough to tempt him away from jailbait, he thought as he guessed the woman's age as early thirties.

"I'm Ingrid's mother."

Oh my God!  I'm in trouble now.  I'll deny it ever happened.  "Oh.  Hi.  I'm pleased to meet you.  She's a nice girl, Ingrid.  And such a vivid imagination."

"I think she's nice.  And she thinks you're pretty special, too, Mr. Best.  We both really appreciate the extra time you've spent helping her after school."  I wouldn't mind having him help me after school, but not the way he's helping Ingrid.  "But I have a problem and she's not going to be able to continue her lessons."

"Oh, Mrs. Schmidt.  That's too bad.  She was making great progress. Isn't there some way we can continue?"

                 "I wish we could.  But?  Like?  I'm a single parent and I just got a job.  Like, it's evenings.  I'm a waitress.  So Ingrid has to come home right after school so I can give her supper.  That's why.  She's old enough to stay home alone.  She can always get hold of the building manager if she has a problem.  And her sister, Alice, gets home from her part-time job at nine.  But I wouldn't feel right about letting her go out ...back to school, after I leave for work at five."

"Well?  You live on Cypress St., don't you?"

"Yeah. In that big apartment building on the corner of Fir."

"Maybe?  Like?  That's on my way home.  I guess I could go by there at five and have a lesson with her."

"Oh no, Mr. Best.  I couldn't ask you to do that.  It's too much."

                 "It's nothing, Mrs. Schmidt.  I don't see Ingrid at school until five anyway, so I'll be getting home at the same time as always.  A bit earlier, actually." 

                 He was as nice a man as Ingrid said.  "Oh, that's wonderful, sir."  And he's a teacher, so I can trust him.   She's only twelve, but?  I didn't like the way she was behaving with Gary, even if he is my brother.  "I just don't know how I can thank you enough, Mr. Best."  I wonder if he'd like to?  No. Probably not.  But he's sure looking hard at my breasts.  I'd rather be going to bed with him that that sleaze-bag I'm working for.

"Just forget it, Mrs. Schmidt.  I enjoy doing it."  And I think your little girl does too, but it's not what you're thinking that she enjoys doing.

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                 Ingrid stood quietly, her legs apart, while her teacher gently stroked her inner thighs, up under her short skirt.  She gnawed on her lower lip as his fingers approached her secret place.  The secret place of his secret little girl, she thought.

                 It was less than fifteen minutes since the little girl's mother had left for work and more than two hours before her older sister was due home.  Bob enjoyed the feeling of relaxed freedom it gave him.  No worry about the cleaners coming early or another teacher knocking on his office door and catching him there with the young schoolgirl.  Her plump thighs were firm and creamy under his fingers.  The smooth softness of her fat, little vulva was puffily swollen already as he teased her, sliding his fingers along the crack between her thigh and her hips, then up to her round little belly and down again over her bulging, hairless mons.

                 Ingrid hadn't been teased like this before.  Her Uncle Gary had always gone directly to her pussy and began rubbing it.  She was having trouble breathing.  The hot hunger in her belly was like when she was about to have the squidgywriggles but she knew she wasn't.  Not yet.  Why didn't he rub her there?

                 With his free hand, Bob unbuttoned the girl's blouse and unzipped the waist of her skirt.  Quickly he pulled his hand away to let her skirt drop in a little heap around her ankles and then his fingers were again close to, but not quite touching her immature vulva. Ingrid's eyes were half-shut, her head angled back and he could feel the anticipatory trembling of her young body.  He pushed her blouse back and the youngster let it slide down her arms to join her skirt on the floor.

                 Ingrid looked down.  She wished her bubs were big like her mother's and her sister's.  Mr. Best was playing with her nipples, too, and it gave her hot sensations.  They were sticking out like little, pink ice-cream cones and when he rubbed them they sent out exciting, tingling feelings that made her belly warm, sort of like his other hand was doing between her legs.

                 The slit that bisected the girl's twelve-year-old quim was gaping slightly and Bob could see little drops of clear moisture beading in the crevice, then trickling down over the smooth, labial fleshrolls.  He wetted the tip of his index finger with the oily nectar and inserted it between the soft, pulpy lips.  He could feel the little bump of her clitoris.  Yes.  It was hard.  This time he would try to give her an orgasm she wouldn't forget.

                 Ingrid opened her plump thighs wider as her teacher stroked and caressed her throbbing pussy.  The heat in her belly made her weak and she squirmed down, seeking firmer contact with the man's fingers.  Mr. Best might not have had a secret girl before but he sure seemed to know how to make her feel good.  Maybe today he’d put it in her bum and she could make him happy that way?

                 The girl had a strained expression on her face now and Bob knew he was achieving his goal.  He slid his other hand over her naked body, relishing the springy firmness of her young flesh, noting the precocious, womanly curve of her lush, prominent ass.  Ingrid was uttering short, panting gasps now and the degenerate schoolteacher, deciding that the torment had gone on long enough, pressed his index finger to her hard, little clit.

"Anh hanh anh hanh," the youngster panted.  "Yannhh," she cried out as a tremendous wave washed over her juvenile loins and she collapsed, her little body supported only by her teacher's hand, which cupped her pulsing, young cunt.

"Was that good, Ingrid?  Did you have a squidgywriggle?"

"Hannh...Oohhh Mr. Best.  It was super," Ingrid gushed, rubbing her still throbbing pussy against her teacher's supporting hand.  And then she slumped to the floor in front of her seated teacher.  She looked up at him with a cute, little smile as her hands went to his belt.

                 Bob sat back in the chair while the girl opened his pants.  This was incredible.  Belinda had been a surprise but she was older and had the mammary attributes of a woman.  This one was unmistakably still a child,

"Are you hurting, Mr. Best?"  As she spoke, the youngster pulled down her teacher's pants and released his erect penis.  " Boy!  It sure looks like you made a lot of cream?  Do you want me to milk it out?"

                 "Is that part of the secret stuff that a secret little girl does, Ingrid?” Bob asked in a lust-choked voice as the girl's small hands gently stroked his throbbing tool.

"Golly!  It sure is hard!"  the child exclaimed as she fondled the stiff projection.  I'd like to see him shoot his cream, she thought, but he prob'ly wants to shoot it in my mouth like he did the other day.  Or my bum.  She'd been really surprised the first time she'd milked her Uncle Gary.  Even more surprised than the first time he'd shot his cream into her mouth.  But she knew that her uncle liked it best when she milked him with her mouth and she knew that her teacher liked it, too.

                 The youngster leaned forward and opened her small, red-lipped mouth to enclose the head of his cock.  "Oohhh yesss Ingrid,” he moaned.  "Ohh yesss...that feels wonderful."

                 Ingrid was happy that she was pleasing her teacher.  Her small mouth was stretched around the hard shaft and she began to suck hard, moving her head back and forth the way her uncle had taught her.

"Tell me when you're gonna shoot, sir,” the girl said, looking up from her kneeling position, holding the swollen penis with both hands.

"OK, Ingrid.  But?" and Bob guided the youngster's head down again to his groin.  "I'd really like to finish in your mouth again, Ingrid."  And, even if he had to hold her there, he was going to.

"Mmmph...that'sh alright, Mishter Besht.."  the girl mumbled, her lips still encircling the man's tool.  "I want you to… Jusht tell me sho I...sho you won't shurprishe me."  and she bent to her task with alacrity.

                 The young girl was amazing.  She sucked hard, her plump cheeks hollowing as she backed away, her hot, rough little tongue pressing hard on the underside of his cock, then leaning forward she took him into her mouth until, each time, she uttered a strangled, little gagging sound when the tip of his cock bumped the entrance to her throat.

                 Bob was not a stranger to having his cock sucked.  His nieces, Lucy and Irene had both given him pleasure that way and his ex-wife was also very good except that she'd refused to let him go off in her mouth.  But little Ingrid was superb.  Not only was her technique marvelous but the obscene eroticism of having the pretty girl-child look up at him as if seeking his approval while her red-lipped mouth was wrapped around his tool and her tongue was adding an extra squeeze was adding fuel to his lustful fire.

                 "Oohhh Gawwd, Ingrid...It's cumming," the teacher gasped as he felt the heat in his balls.  The young girl's hands closed tighter on his tool and she pumped as her head bobbed and her mouth sucked furiously. Perhaps it was the extreme salaciousness of the scene but, whatever the reason,  his gonads had generated an unusually voluminous charge which jetted into

"Glangh...uurrghh...Shluurp...Shluurp,” sounded from her mouth and throat as the thick pole jumped in her mouth and jetted its hot, creamy gism into her throat.  Ingrid swallowed as she kept on sucking, pleased by her teacher's moans of ecstasy as the hot fluid flooded her mouth and the unswallowed excess escaped to dribble in a viscous, white stream from her lips and chin.

                 Bob sat back as the young schoolgirl continued to suck on his slowly deflating tool.  He felt as if the incredible girl-child had, and still was, drawing the lust from his aching balls.

"You're a wonderful little girl, Ingrid.  I'm so glad you asked to be my secret little girl."

Ingrid raised her head, allowing her teacher's now limp penis to slip from her cum-whitened lips, a glistening string of gism drooling from the corner of her pretty mouth.  "I like making you feel good, sir.  And you make me feel good, too.  Can yuh?  Like?  Make me again?"

Bob left just before nine after finger-fucking the cute twelve year old again and, briefly, tutoring her in more appropriate ways.  He met a very pretty, tall young girl within a block and wondered if she was, perhaps, Ingrid's sister.

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"Mommy told me to ask you if you could stay until ten or later tonight?  Sis had to go away for the weekend."

"Sure, Ingrid.  That's no problem."  The request was, in fact, a Godsend.  It had been a week since his last visit, Lucy had her period, and Belinda was away, too. Bob had concluded after last week that he wanted more than oral sex from the cute youngster and although she'd hinted broadly that she'd let him fuck her ass, it was her cunt that he lusted for.  An unfucked, little-girl cunt was, for him, the ultimate pleasure, one that could be enjoyed only once, and after a celibate week, he was more than ready.  Was she?

"Did you like it when your Uncle Gary put his cock in here?"  Bob asked as he fingered the youngster's rosebud after stroking her to her first orgasm of the evening.

"Yeah? Sort of? 'Cept the first time?  Is that what you want?  'Stead of in my mouth?"

                 "Maybe we can try for a minute or so, Ingrid," and he eased the naked youngster off his lap to the floor.

"But?  Like?  Don'cha want me to lie on my stomach, sir?"  Ingrid asked in puzzlement when her teacher positioned her acquiescent frame on her back and knelt above her.  He wasn't going to do it in the other place, was he?  He couldn't be?  She was only twelve?

"No, Ingrid.  This way I can still see your pretty face.  And maybe make you feel good, too."  He lifted her legs so that she was spread wide open beneath him, her fat, hairless cuntlips bulging out between the twin moons of her upraised buttocks.

"Do yuh got any slippy stuff, sir?"

                 "We don't need that, Ingrid.  We're both producing enough to make you as slippery as a greased eel."  And the young girl could, in fact, see the colourless liquid that was dripping from her teacher's hard, swollen mantool.

                 Cautiously Bob teased the young girl's anus with the tip of his cock and, gradually, he stroked higher in her wet cuntal slit.  Her vulva, at first, had been a soft mound, almost an extension of her mons except for the narrow, pink slit that bisected it.  Gradually though, as he moved his cocktip back and forth along the crevice from her bumhole to her clitoris, her juvenile labia became engorged, much like his cock, swelling and parting her body reacted to the stimulation.

"Does this make you feel good, Ingrid?  Do you think we need any slippy stuff?"

"Nah...Hanh...no, Mister Best," she panted as she felt another climax building in her underaged loins.  "Can yuh rub harder?  Are yuh gonna put it in?"

                 "Tell me when the squidgyjiggles start, Ingrid.  Then I'll put it in."  Bob could see that the small mouth of her young cunt was slightly gaping now and, as he continued to move his tool up and down in the crevice, he could feel the heat drawing him like a powerful, fleshy magnet to her virgin entrance.  He was going to put it in, alright, but not in where the little girl expected it.

                 Bob had buggered his older niece, Irene.  He preferred the front entrance but with Irene, there had been a special delight riding on her lushly rounded buttocks while her tight, anal channel squeezed his cock.  Ingrid’s young ass was enticingly round and firm and he was sure it too would be delightful and, even though her uncle had initiated it, he knew that, unlike a vagina, it always regained its virginal tightness after it was fucked.  Tonight, however, his obscene lust for this girl-child’s virgin cunt overwhelmed any desire he had for her nether passage.  That could come at another time.  Right now he just wanted to enjoy the obscene triumph of feeling her young cherry rupture and savour the little-girl tightness of her never-fucked cunt.

"Nah...Now...hanh...now...they're cumming'" the little girl panted in her childish voice and, as her upraised, young buttocks began to squirm with the excitement of her impending orgasm,  he placed the bulbously swollen tip of his tool at the defenseless portal and pushed in until he was halted by her never opened, hymeneal gate.

"Nah....Hannh...Aaannhhh!" Ingrid cried out as a hot, searing pain shot through her lower body and then she felt as if she was being split wide open as her teacher's hairy groin closed in on her defenseless, young cunt.  "Too young...too little," she gasped as the man's body came down on hers, pinning her to the floor.

"It's OK Ingrid.  It's OK," Bob gasped exultantly as he felt the fragile barrier resist briefly his firm thrust, then tear around the head of his cock.  His throbbing tool was gripped by the excruciating tightness of the girl's reluctantly opened channel and he murmured,  "I'll make you cum,"  The libidinous teacher slipped his hand between their bodies to finger her hard, little clit.

"But...mmmph...but...hmmmph...Hmmmph" the youngster gasped breathlessly as her orgasm exploded hotly in her juvenile loins.  Whether it was more intense because the man’s cock filled her bleeding, devirginated passage is hard to say but, in any case, the tight channel spasmed on the deepthrust shaft and her ravished, young body wriggled and jerked involuntarily in the throes of climax.

                 Little Ingrid lay paralyzed by the hot waves that suffused her violated, young loins, pinned to the floor by her teacher’s weight as he slowly reamed her stretched, bleeding tunnel.  The pain of her defloration melded hotly with the belly-churning spasms of orgasm and she almost passed out from the overwhelming sensations.

Overprimed by a week of abstinence and excited by this girl-child's ingenuous actions, Bob erupted.  It felt to him as if the youngster's first-fucked cunt was milking him, drawing huge gouts of viscous sperm from his swollen aching balls as he pumped, with short strokes, in the very depths of her body.  He could feel her yielding cervix moving at each inward shove as he emptied his obscene lust-cream into his juvenile conquest, his cunt-flooding semen extruding out of her cock-stuffed passage to dribble wetly into the crack of her oft-plugged ass.

"Gawwlyy, Mr. Best?  That wuz the best squidgyjiggles ever!” Ingrid sighed after she regained her breath.  She still felt like she had a huge tree trunk up inside her but the pain was gone.  She wasn’t a little girl any more.  She was big enough and old enough to be fucked.  She felt a rush of pride as she asked, “Didja knock me up?"

"You'll be fine, Ingrid.  And you were just wonderful."  Bob raised his upper body from the girl’s chest and withdrew slightly from her tight, underaged cunt.  “Does it still hurt?”

“Nah…not now, Mr. Best.  I guess you knew I was old enough, eh?”

“I was sure you were, Ingrid.  Thank you for letting me be the first.”  The amoral teacher felt no shame, only victory as he looked down to see red-tinged gism extruding out of the annulus between his thick cock and the young girl’s obscenely violated vagina.  His organ swelled with the vigour of a teenager’s, his lust renewed by the salacious sight of the girl’s hairless labia spread open by his shaft and the triumphant knowledge that he’d broken her juvenile cherry.

“I’m glad it was you, Mr. Best.  Boy, it feels like yuh pumped a lot of cream up into me.  Are yuh done?”

“I’ll stop if you want me to, Ingrid.  But I’d like to do it some more?  Would you mind?”  Bob made a few short, careful thrusts in the girl’s tight-clasping sheath, seeing her wince as he did so.  “I guess it’s hurting you, isn’t it?”

“Uh…Yeah, Mr. Best…but I don’t mind,” Ingrid said in her girlish voice, flinching again as her teacher’s cock shaft slid over the raw edges of her ruptured hymen.  “You can do it more if you want to.”

Reluctantly, Bob withdrew from the youngster’s tight-clasping vestibule and, kneeling by her side, he rolled her first-fucked young body over.

Ingrid rose up on her elbows and looked back at her teacher as he knelt over her.  “Yer gonna do it in my bum now, ain’cha?”  She rose up on all fours.  “Uncle Gary liked it that way.” And then she lowered her shoulders, supporting herself on her elbows and demonstrating that she had been well trained for buggering.

The unprincipled teacher’s organ was almost fully erect again as he cupped and caressed the girl’s round, firm ass.  He used both hands to spread apart the twin hemispheres of Ingrid’s lush, young buttocks, slipping a finger down to the tiny, puckered circle of her anus.  It was slick from the juices that had overflowed her juicy twat and, while he caressed the sensitive nether orifice, Bob guided his cocktip to the softness of her dripping cunt, dipping the head inside and using it to slather more lubricating fluid over her anal opening.

“Don’cha have some slippy stuff, Mr. Best?  It hurts if you don’t?”

“We’ve made our own slippy stuff, Ingrid.”  Bob dipped the tip of his tool in her soft, wet cuntmouth and he had to control his temptation to push in deeper as the girl’s tender portal, constricted even tighter than when he first entered it because of her kneeling position, gripped him with a delightful stranglehold.

The girl shuddered with the memory of that first time when her uncle had forced his way in despite inadequate lubrication but as she felt the hot hardness of her teacher’s tool titillating her sensitive, secret places from her throbbing clitoris to the multitude of nerve-endings of her anus, she relaxed, anticipating the strange feeling of taking a cock up into her bowels.

The teacher ran his hands slowly over the creamy flesh of the twin, smooth mounds of her buttocks that rounded out so full and voluptuously bulbous before him.  Now, when his slick, purple knob contacted her anal rosebud, he pushed and, each time that he did, the girl involuntarily tightened her buttocks into taut melons.  From the man’s perspective, the twelve-year-old girl no longer looked like the little girl she was.  Her hips and ass were wide and deep, her young face not visible as she looked straight ahead, unseeing as the man’s skilful assault aroused her juvenile libido.

Bob reached down under her plump belly and his finger found the hard, little clitoral bump.  He massaged it gently for another minute or so while he continued the caress of her cuntal slit with his slickly sliding weapon.  He was in control of himself now after discharging his pent-up load into her juvenile cunt so he could pay particular attention to the girl’s state of arousal.  She was breathing faster, approaching the height she’d reached just before he had burst her cherry and her clitoris had that swollen, erect feel that signified the approach of climax.

“Haannhhh?” Ingrid moaned as she felt the increased pressure against her rear portal.  She tensed her body, pushing back ever so slightly, determined that she would please her wonderful teacher.

Bob held the girl’s hips and, the tip of his cock placed at the centre of her anal bull’s-eye, he pushed.  A soft whimper sounded from the twelve year old girl as the bulbous knob forced its way through the tight, constricting, gristly ring.  Suddenly the sphincter seemed to surrender and his knob passed through it, the narrower portion of his shaft below the glans feeling like it was being squeezed by a tight, rubber band.

“Are you OK, Ingrid?  Am I hurting you?” he asked solicitously but, without waiting for the young girl’s whimpered reply, he shoved his cock further up into the deep, elastic warmth of her asshole.

“Misterrrr Besssstt,” the lovely youngster gasped as she felt the thick pole entering the dark reaches of her being.  The man’s fingers were playing under her belly and she sensed that another wild climax was about to engulf her twelve-year-old body.  As the heat in her belly became a conflagration her widely splayed asscheeks began a jerking, rotating motion and her anus became a gaping hole into which the schoolteacher had no difficulty of access.

Sure that he wasn’t hurting the young girl, or at least not hurting her physically, Bob held her writhing hips, continuing to rub her clit as he wormed his hips between her firm, smooth asscheeks and drove his throbbing cock into her as far as it would reach. 

“Hungh…Hungh,” Ingrid grunted, her ripe, young ass pushing back to meet her schoolteacher’s firm, deeply penetrating thrusts.  With each backward shunt the twelve year old gave a loud grunt and her anal tube squeezed her teacher’s thrusting shaft, the strong muscles working on it as if trying to expel the plunging invader. “Hungh…Hungh,” she grunted louder as the finger-raised orgasm engulfed her juvenile loins and she pushed back even harder

The schoolteacher felt the explosion begin deep within his balls, and then he moaned as the hot flood of his gism erupted deep inside the dark reaches of his young student’s asstube.  He held her firm hips, pumping the last dregs of his lust into the compliant, underaged receptacle, marveling at the artless wantonness of the plump assed, twelve year old.

Drained and weakened by the girl’s cum-draining asshole, Bob eased her down flat on the floor beneath him.  “I never had the squidgyjiggles in my bum before, Mr. Best…like…I never got them when Uncle Gary did my bum,” the twelve year old girl said while her teacher lay on her plump, young ass, his shrinking tool still buried in her cum-flooded anal tube.  “Have yuh?  Like?  Do yuh do any of the other girls…like…you know?”

Bob rolled off the youngster’s lovely ass and helped her to her feet.  “You’re the special one, Ingrid.  But we better get tidied up before your sister gets home.  She might not approve of what we do.”

Afraid guilt would show in his eyes, Bob left immediately upon the arrival of Ingrid’s twelve-year-old sister, Ilse.  He paid no attention to her looks.  He had no need of complicating his life by adding the possibility of family jealousy to the relationship.

And there were enough little heifers in his stable already to keep him occupied for the rest of the school year.  Right now he was concentrating his lecherous intentions on fifteen-year-old Janice.  Her big, plump body would be a delightful contrast to Ingrid’s smaller, flat-chested frame and her maturity, relative to the others, presented a different challenge.  He was looking forward with obscene lechery to getting into her though he doubted that a girl built like she could still have her cherry.

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Grade School Grazing

Chapter 6

                                    Wanton Writer

Jack was enjoying his liaisons with the big and now cock-tamed teacher Bonny and the ripe, timid young schoolgirl, Diana but, lecherously, he was looking for a change.  Once again he was plotting.  He’d never been in a threesome.  There was a limit to his stamina and satisfying two women would exceed that limit.  At least it would have until now.

His doctor who was a world-class lecher in his own right had given him two aids to sexual fulfillment, or at least to sexual stamina.  Now he had the new miracle pill, Viagra and a less convenient but extremely effective injectable drug.  With that, he mused; he could perhaps pursue a threesome with the two lovelies.  He just had to figure out how to bring it about.

Today, however, another temptation was beckoning.

Jack sat back in his chair and looked sternly at the frightened girl, Betty, who was standing nervously in front of his desk.  "Well, Betty, do you have an explanation for what you wrote in your notebook."

"But sir?  That was private.  You didn't have a right to look at it."  Despite her aggressive reply, Betty Gibson was terrified that he'd report what she'd written to her father.

"I don't agree, young lady!  You were writing it in school and that gave me the right.  Now, again, do you have an explanation?  I never thought that a girl your age would write such things."  Damn, she was cute. 

"But it's true, Mr. Allen.  I seen...saw them.  And I was sort of practicing my writing.  I want to be an author when I grow up." 

Jack looked again at the notebook on his desk.  'Miss Smith was hot.  She felt as if her pussy was on fire.  Her skirt was up around her hips, her panties on the floor beside the sofa, and her legs were open as she waited for Mr. Andrews to make love to her.  And Mr. Andrews was hot, too, his big, thick penis sticking out like a horizontal flagpole as he knelt between Miss Smith's open legs.'  He had no doubt that the girl had seen what she was writing about.  It was an open secret that Lois Smith was putting out for Harry Andrews.

"That doesn't matter, Betty.  You shouldn't be writing that when you're supposed to be doing math.  And you were wrong to spy on them.  I'm sure that Reverend Gibson will agree with me."

"Oh Sir!  No!  You can't tell him!  Please don't tell him!"  Betty had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Her father would kill her.  The idea that his daughter, the daughter of a Nazarene minister would write like this would drive him out of his mind.  "I'll do anything...anything you ask.  Just don't tell him?  I promise I'll never do it again and I'll study real hard and clean the blackboards and…anything?"

God, she was cute when she was frightened.  Jack's big, unruly organ swelled at the sight of the timidly quivering student.   

"It wouldn't be right, Betty.  Have you seen anyone else?  I mean, teachers or students making love?"   He could see that Betty was on the verge of tears, her shoulders making an occasional shudder than caused the big mounds under her sweater to jiggle appealingly.  "Do you...like?  Do you have any experience of your own that helps you write like this?”  Jack read a bit more of what she'd written.  'Miss Smith reached out and grasped the man's huge cock, drawing it down to the hairy nest that was gaping hungrily.  She had to have him inside her, filling her, stretching her, making her cum.'  "You seem to know a lot for your age?"

"Uh, no Mr. Allen.  Only what I read in a couple of books."  The girl felt a dawning of hope.  Her teacher seemed to be interested in what she'd written.  Was he thinking about her that way?  She'd seen Holly giving head to Mr. Lewis and she was only in grade six.  If Mr. Allen wanted to, with her, it would be better than facing her father.

"You're a lovely, young girl, Betty.  I'm sure you've already had lots of guys, maybe even some men look at you like Mr. Andrews looks at Miss Smith.  Someone reading this might get the idea that you've let them do more than just look?"

"Oh no, Mr. Allen. Never.  I didn't...haven't."  Yes, now she was sure he was thinking of her that way.  Should she tell him what else she'd seen in the teacher's lounge?  Ever since, three months ago, she'd found the little spy hole in the girl's bathroom, right beside the lounge, she'd been peeking through it after school.  Her mother wondered why she was so late getting home but it had been real extra-special education.  What would he think if she showed him what she wrote after she saw Brittany sitting on top of Mr. Martin? 

"I don't know what to do, Betty?  I guess I'll have to tell Reverend Gibson?  But you're very talented.  What you've written here is...well...it is very erotic.  Have you written anything else?"

"Yes, Mr. Allen.  Some.  I?  Uh, would it help if I let you read the one I wrote last month?"

"Perhaps, Betty.  At least I'll maybe be able to help you with your father?"

"Oh Sir? N0?  Please don't tell him."  She reached into her book bag, which was on his desk and took out another, rather tattered, notebook.  "I wrote this after school, sir, not in school," Betty said defensively as she opened it to a place near the back.

'TEACHER’S PET' was the title.  Jack scanned the short tale that began with a schoolgirl having a crush on her teacher and letting him know by sending him secret notes.  'Julie lowered her slender, twelve year old body down onto the man's huge cock.  The bulbous, purple knob parted the soft, smooth lips of her twelve-year-old pussy, and then pushed through the pink, inner labia to enter her hot, wet cunt.  Her mouth opened wide as she felt her young, hungry cunt being stretched by her teacher's huge cock and she felt like he was going to split her apart.  “I love you Mr. -, fuck me please. I want your huge cock in my cunt!" she wailed as the huge cock filled her cunt like a big hand fills a small glove.  Her teacher's huge cock was right up through her hugely stretched cunt and into her belly and it gave her a feeling of complete ecstasy to have the huge cock in side her cunt.'

"My God, Betty!  You must have done it yourself, to write like that.  Were you writing about somebody fucking you?"

"No...Oh no, Mr. Allen!  I haven't done it but...I've seen it and read stuff on the Web…and I have an imagination, too."  The young girl was thrilled by the effect that her writing seemed to be having on her teacher.  And having him read what she'd written was having an effect on her, too.

"Come over here, Betty.  Come closer.  I want to give you some advice."  Betty came timidly closer to stand beside him, looking down to see what part of the short story he was reading.  She remembered how, when she was writing this, she had been masturbating, getting hotter and hotter as her fertile imagination tried to imagine what it would feel like.  "You need a thesaurus, Betty," Jack said as he put an arm around her waist.  "You've said 'huge cock' in consecutive sentences and, likewise, you say 'cunt' too often."  He moved his hand up enough that it was cupping the underside of her bra and he could tell that her breasts were more than a handful.  "You need to use synonyms for those words.  How big, in your mind, is a 'huge cock'?”

Betty fought her urge to move away from her teacher.  She knew now, for sure, he was going to try to fuck her.  "Uh, I don't know, sir?  I guess, like, about this long," and she held her hands about eight or nine inches apart.  Was Mr. Allen's cock huge?  Probably not.  Probably nobody had one as big as she wrote about.  Certainly the teachers she'd seen didn't, not even Mr. Andrews although his had looked immense to her but she remembered how Miss Smith kept moaning 'more, deeper, deeper' so she knew that women liked big cocks.  "I'm embarrassed, Mr. Allen.  Does the stuff I wrote sound silly or stupid?"

"You should always write about things you know, Betty.  If you like writing this kind of story, you ought to find out what it's really like."  There.  If she'd had any doubts about his intentions, they should be gone now.  "I write stories sometimes, too.  About pretty, young schoolgirls with big breasts.  Like you."  Abandoning any pretense of just giving advice he slid his hand under the back of her loose-fitting sweater and with practiced skill, he unfastened the clasp.  As the sturdy halter loosened, there was a visible sagging of the mounds under her sweater.  "Your stories are very erotic, Betty.  Do you get as excited writing them as I do, reading them?"

"Uh? Y.yeah, s.s.sort of?"  Betty stammered.  Her teacher's hand was under the front of her sweater now and, when she felt his cool touch on her breasts, a hot thrill coursed out from them to her belly, which was already churning from the lewdness of what was happening.  He wouldn't tell her father now, she was sure, but she was equally sure that he was going to try to fuck her.  And then she'd know.  Except, maybe, about huge cocks.  Could she ask him?  He probably knows how big a man can be and if a woman likes it big.

"Well, Betty, you've made me very excited.  Instead of me telling your father about your special writing fun, maybe I can give you some real experiences you can write about?  What about it, Betty?  Should we solve your problem that way?"

"Uh...yeah? I..I..I guess so?"  From the erotic tension of the threat of exposure and watching her teacher read her secret stories, she could feel the moistness between her legs and her young, virgin pussy was swollen and throbbing.  If she'd been alone, her hands would be down there, relieving her lewd desires. 

Winter darkness had descended and the school was quiet.  Betty's knees were watery weak form apprehension and arousal and she stood there silently while her teacher went to lock the classroom door.  But she was only thirteen.  Her knowledge of sex was mainly limited to what she’d seen and what she’d read.  Her father had not allowed her to go out on dates so her only physical sexual familiarity was with her own hands.  Now, trapped by her lewd writing, she stood there like a puppet, her body malleable and tractable, and she let him remove her clothes. 

"God, Betty, you're lovely!"  Jack hefted and squeezed the succulent fleshiness of her large, billowy breasts.  He eased her naked body down onto the hard floor and, timourous but compliant, the fresh, young virgin let him move her, position her, her limbs loose and floppily flexuous.

"Sir!  Oh, Mr. Allen!" she gasped when, as he knelt above her, between her acquiescently splayed thighs, she saw the size of his erection.  "You're huge, sir!"  Her belly fluttered with the butterflies of apprehension as she stared with open-mouthed awe at the wrist-thick, nearly ten-inch fleshpole that projected threateningly from his hairy groin.  "Will it fit?" she asked in a timid whimper, looking down to the swollen, tender softness of her almost hairless, unseasoned sex.

"You're a big girl, Betty.  I've been in smaller and younger girls than you."  While the young teen watched with docile acquiescence, he guided his knob to her wet, fleshy pussy and began to tease the soft, sensitive folds, concentrating on the hard nub of her clit.  "Remember this, Betty.  After we’re done you can write about it and let me read what you write.  God, you have fabulous breasts." and he bent down to nuzzle the floppy fleshbags with the saucer-sized aureoles.

The big, thirteen year old lay silent except for her increasingly laboured breathing as he teacher dipped the huge, slippery head of his cock between the fleshy lips of her cunt without fucking into it.  Little butterfly-like sensations fluttered through her stomach and her gaze rested in wonder and fear on the great, thick, rigid rod that was titillating her swollen, throbbing pussy. 

Should she tell him to stop?  Would he stop now, even if she told him to?  The unsullied juvenile trembled with trepidation.  Surely he wasn’t going to put that monstrous appendage inside her?  Not all of it?  Lifting her head to get a better view she could see how her tender cuntflesh was spread around the bulky, white staff yet, despite her anxiety, her ripening body tingled warmly from the gentle, intimate caress of the threatening pole.  How was she going to describe it?  Long?  Thick?  The tip was purple she’d seen before he began rubbing her with it.

Betty’s teacher, too, was taking time to savour this salacious experience.  The young schoolgirl was much shorter than he; only the top of her slightly raised head visible to him but the rest of her was nakedly displayed to his view.  The peaks of her big, soft breasts were flattened by their own weight, the aureoles puckered, her nipples jutting out like pencil erasers from the jiggly mounds.  Her plump belly was quivering too, plumply convex, her navel a shadowed depression above the bulge of her fuzz-covered mons.

Jack supported himself on one outstretched arm and continued to use his hand to titillate the girl’s hard, little clitoris.  He sensed her turmoil as he gently teased the sensitive erectile.  She was too young, he knew, at least by present day standards, but she was big enough and there was an old saying, ‘if they’re big enough, they’re old enough’.  The sight and feel of her fat, swollen, hairless labia molding to the head of his cock was lewdly erotic and exquisite.  Was she ready?

Betty wasn’t ready.  At least she wasn’t ready emotionally or mentally.  She was only thirteen.  But physically her thirteen-year-old body was as ready as it would ever be.  Would he stop if she cried?  No, not now.  It was too late to cry.  Was it going to hurt?  She had to keep herself cool so she’d remember.  So she could write about it after.   

Jack played on the girl's senses, mauling her gloriously malleable tit-bags, teasing the softness of her hot, juicy cunt and watching, waiting for the moment.  She was uttering short, gasping pants of breath now and her eyes were blank with passion.  Pushing her thighs wider apart with his own, he collared his peach-sized knob in the hot mouth of her cunt, savouring the way the unentered flesh ring embraced his cocktip with a reluctant yielding.

The big, thirteen year old kept her hips still, ready to endure the certain pain, perversely excited by the thought of her teacher's impending entry into her tender, adolescent vagina.  Her eyes widened with fear when she saw the bulbous knob disappear into her cuntmouth and felt the expanding pressure as her unsullied portal was dilated. 

"Hannncchh!"  Betty uttered a stifled scream and jerked her hips backwards when her teacher’s cock pressed against her hymen.  She felt some slight discomfort as his cock head pushed into the delicate barrier and, for a moment, she felt relief.  It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected.   Then, the man thrust in again, and his powerful prick rammed through her hymen, splitting the tender membrane with practiced ease.  “Yunnncchh!” she cried out in pained surprise as she felt the sharp agony of defloration.  And then there was no more pain, only a feeling of stretching as her teacher’s mammoth pole continued to penetrate deeply into her virginal cunt.  She strained her short legs wider apart as if to make more room in her dilating passage, rotating her wide hips downward to escape the skewering spear.

Jack moaned in obscene triumph when the fragile membrane of the young schoolgirl’s virginity split before his lewd assault and he felt the added warmth of her vestal blood welling up around his tool.  With short advances and shorter retreats he penetrated, inch by thick inch, into the elastically yielding corridor.  Her thighs clasped his defensively when the tip of his cock bumped the hard nub of her cervix but, unrelenting, he pushed in.

The young schoolgirl felt her teacher’s big cock sink so deeply into her twat that she felt as if the bulbous head of his prick was lodged in her stomach.  Her little body was bloated with the hot sensations, which filled her, and caused her to tremble hotly.  Unable to retreat into the hard floor beneath her naked back, her big breasts were thrust up and back with the shock.

Jack moaned with licentious pleasure, pushing deeper until, finally, he was buried to the hilt in the wetly clasping tightness of Betty’s hot, young cunt.  He settled slowly down on her hot, soft, big-titted body and lay, crushing her breasts and belly with his weight.

"Haannhhh...Aaannhhh.." the girl moaned as her inner body was stretched and expanded by the man's mammoth organ.  After that first, brief pain it didn't hurt any more but she felt a dull ache from being so totally filled.  Now she knew what a huge cock was and what it felt like.  She had a surge of pride that her young, thirteen-year-old body was accommodating her teacher's mammoth organ and she bravely tilted her pelvis as if to take even more.  Her insides must be completely rearranged she thought in her lust-clouded mind.  She’d write that the pain was a blazing torment, that her hymen had resisted the invasion.  Oh God.  Her teacher had taken her virginity.  She’d write that the man broke the young girl’s cherry.  As her mind worked on what she’d write, the discomfort waned and, when the big man began to thrust slowly in and out of her hugely dilated passage, a great warmth suffused her young loins.

Jack had felt it when her cervix yielded to his total penetration and he heard her breathless, agonized gasp when he'd lodged himself completely within her.  Now he began fucking her and, as it became easier with every thrust he made she began to wriggle her loins and thighs against him.  On his down thrusts he ground against her compliant fuck-saddle, titillating her cum trigger with the base of his cock and then, as he sensed that she was nearing orgasm, he rode higher, the top part of his tool sliding, frictioning her clitoris.

Plugged. Filled. Stuffed.  All these words described how the devirginated youngster felt.  The words she’d use when she wrote of her devirgination.  Her belly churned, her hips writhed and the pressure, physical and sensational, built in her juvenile loins until she thought she'd explode.  A whole new variety of sensations coursed through her.  Betty felt as if her whole cunt had developed a life of its own.  As the huge stiff ramrod of the man moved in and out of her flesh, her cunt began to accommodate his cock.  Her pussy flesh seemed to ripple around the massive prick, and each movement, each twitch of her sex flesh added more hot pleasure to the overflowing well of her sexual bliss.  She was panting, her hugely impaled loins jerking and jittering, and then a burning hot conflagration engulfed her whole lower body, washing in waves from her cock-stuffed cunt up to her heavily heaving breasts.

"Hah huh hah huh," Betty panted as the man pounded her receptive frame unmercifully and the spasms of her climax began to build in her thoroughly stuffed cunt.  Her whole body felt alive, hot, keen as she felt the man's pumping become more and more frenzied.  And then it was as if all her insides were melting, that the man's cock was like a torch, burning her out and her twitching cunt, was like a wide, gaping hole.  Her pussy walls closed in more tightly around the hard rod that pierced her newly opened womanhood and her short legs flew up in the air as she wrapped them around the man's waist.  Her pussy walls started to convulse, the walls contracting rhythmically around her teacher’s big, hard-thrusting cock.  She was cumming, and cumming more violently than ever before.

 Then, just as the raging fire consumed her, the hugely filling cock seemed to swell.  It bucked within the tight constraints of her distended sex and she felt the hotly jetting blasts as his sperm filled her.  Her young cunt was a soggy, quivering mess, a swamp of lust and sated desire.  His grinding motions into her cunt had spread her swollen pink flesh wide open as he filled her with his superheated semen.

"Haannhhh...Aaannhhh..." sounded her cry of completion and she went limp beneath her teacher's big, heavy body.

Jack had lost control and was no longer concerned about the young schoolgirl beneath him as his sperm laden semen began its rush from his achingly swollen balls through his deeply plunging tool.  Then, just as he was paralyzed by his orgasm, the girl's sheath contracted in a soft stranglehold and her pelvis jerked and bucked.  A succession of tightenings and loosenings combined with the spasmodic jerking of the girl's pelvis to milk his throbbing cock like a marshmallow hand.  He rammed up into her, pumping his gism into her spasming receptacle, enjoying the triumph of breaking in and satisfying this lush, young virgin.

"Will you be able to write better now, Betty?"  Jack was lying, full weight, on the big girl's softly twitching frame, his slowly deflating cock surrounded by her cum-flooded sheath.

"Oohhh Mr. Allen.  It was...I hope I can describe it.  But I'm glad...like...you made my first time so good...so memorable.  But it's late, sir.  I really have to go home."

Betty had dressed slowly and, on wobbly legs, left the school, taking her notebook with her.  She was exhausted from the tension and from the momentous thrills of her first fuck.  She went to bed right away but, at three A.M., she was busy with her notebook, recording to the best of her ability, the feelings she had experienced.  Would it turn Mr. Allen on?  A rush of pride filled her.  She had fucked a man.  A big man. A big man with a big cock.  She wanted to write about it.  Everything.  When she showed it to him, would he want to fuck her again?  She could hardly wait to find out.

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Grade School Grazing

Chapter 7

                                  Sapphic Sojourn

Jack marveled at the sexual precocity of the plump thirteen-year-old, Betty.  Since the day he had deflowered her, more than a month ago, she had come to his classroom after school several times.  And it was a real turn-on to be the lead character in her stories.  He wasn’t sure if she came back for sex or to get new material for her writing or to check out his response to what she had written but whatever the reason, she was a lovely, buxom young sex-toy.  But her preacher father had caught her with a sex site on her computer and, for the past week, she had been unable to visit him.

In the six weeks since he had devirginated the other thirteen-year-old, Diana and the big teacher, Bonny, he had sampled their luscious charms several times.  Diana was timidly acquiescent and the formerly aggressive and domineering Bonny was, with him at least, cowed and subservient.  Jack was taking great pleasure from the lovely, busty females’ docile acquiescence to his carnal desires.

As Diana let her teacher guide her down to the carpeted floor on her back and obediently spread her shapely legs, she wondered why he didn’t close the drapes.  She could almost see the woman watching her and she flushed with embarrassment but the thought of refusal never entered her tractable, adolescent mind.  If her teacher wanted the woman to see her, then she had to allow it.

Bonny knew Jack was trying to torture her.  Why else would he fuck the lovely child there, on the floor in front of the window?  Why would he have the bright lights on?  She saw him go to the bedroom, out of her line of sight, and she concentrated her attention on the nakedly sprawling girl.

Diana could just make out the two little reflecting circles in the window.  Ms. Baldwin was, she knew, looking at her through binoculars and her mortification at being seen this way, naked and open, was tinged with another feeling, a sort of pride.  Mr. Allen had told her she was beautiful, told her that her breasts were lovely.  Did Ms. Baldwin think that too?

Does he know she’s watching us?  Is that why we do it here?  A strange excitement coursed through the Diana’s belly as she looked at the darkened apartment across the alley, less than twenty feet away.  And he has the lights on so bright?  The shapely young girl increased the tempo as she rode astride her teacher’s hips.  Does he want her too?  Is that why he’s doing this?  A twinge of jealousy went through her.  How could she compete with the big teacher, Ms. Baldwin? 

Ironically, the adolescent girl was forgetting that she had been coerced into yielding her virginity to the man who was again inside her ripe, thirteen year old body.  Ignoring the initial discomfort she pushed down and it felt like the man’s huge organ was going right up into her belly.  But the expression of unmistakable delight on her teacher’s face more than compensated for the intense, belly-bulging pressure in her loins.  Then, as she ground against the scratchy hair of the man’s pubis, she felt the now familiar other pressure blossom in her lower body.  Her motions became jerky and erratic until his hands grasped her hips and moved her, sliding her back and forth so that the hardness of his shaft was stroking her throbbing clit.

“Hannh…Yannhh…Haannhhh,” the young schoolgirl gasped as wave after hot wave of sensation washed over her, through her.  She forgot about the woman watching from across the way.  She was conscious of only the thrills that coursed through her as she puffed and panted through her orgasm.

Holding the binoculars with one hand, her other hand clawing at her hungry pussy, Bonny masturbated while she watched the young schoolgirl fuck her big, lecherous teacher.  Oh God!  She was losing him.  Losing him to an ignorant child.  A flood of jealousy consumed her, almost quenching the fires of lust that the lewd scene had ignited in her loins.  She could almost feel him in her.  Feel the huge pole that was filling the young schoolgirl.

Since being devirginated Bonny had become a terror to her students.  Always stern and overbearing, she was now almost vindictive.  The anger that should have been aimed at the man who raped her and long-cocked her into docile subservience was now directed at the bigger of her male students and the most shapely of the female ones, the ones resembling Jack and young Diana.

She’d been watching them ever since Diana had arrived.  She’d seen the young girl obediently take off her clothes and lie naked on the carpet.  Then she saw Jack spread her legs apart and his head descended between the girl’s thighs.  The girl’s reaction was unmistakable.  In only a couple of minutes the man had brought the thirteen year old to an obvious, mind-blowing orgasm.

What would it be like to be kissed there?  Or to kiss Diana?  She flushed with shame when that thought entered her mind.  Bonny adjusted the focus to bring the lovely girl’s naked body closer in sharp relief.  A distant memory nagged at her. 

She’d been younger than Diana when her mother’s best friend had stayed overnight while her father was out of town.  They’d had a lot to drink, her mother and her friend, not Bonny herself, but Bonny had stayed up with them until her mother passed out in the living room.  Twelve-year-old Bonny was already a big girl, bust-wise anyway, and Joan, her mother’s friend, had embarrassed her several times during the evening by making complimentary remarks about Bonny’s breasts.

Bonny stood silently, studying the young girl’s ripe, shapely body as it rose and fell astride the man’s hips and she felt a stirring in her loins.  The long repressed memory was coming back to her.  Vividly.  She had been in bed only a few minutes when the older woman crawled in beside her and snuggled up close to her.  It was a cold night and Bonny had snuggled too, and slept.

Was it an hour later?  Two?  Bonny didn’t know.  But, now that the memory was unleashed, her belly churned.  Joan’s fingers had been so gentle, so knowing.  First her breasts then lower, teasing, caressing.  Bonny had been afraid.  At first.  The sensations were new, different, feelings her teenaged body had only flirted with before.  And that kiss.  The woman’s face down there between her thighs.  Never before had Bonny experienced such bliss.  And maybe never since?  Even after, when Joan had guided her down to the soft, hirsute moistness of her lower body, urging her face against the pulpy pussy-pudding, it had been wonderful.

The watching woman slumped to her knees, dropping the binoculars and furiously rubbing her pussy as she climaxed, images of the man’s huge cock mixed with visions of the young girl’s mouth sucking on her throbbing sex.  Then, still feeling unsatisfied, she put the glasses to her eyes again.  Naked under her loose robe, she hefted her heavy breasts and compared them to the girl’s.  Bigger, she knew but softer, more pendulous than the girl’s high, firm bosom.  A hot jealousy engulfed her again as she saw the man caressing the young girl’s firm flesh.  Her own breasts seemed firmer and more sensitive since she’d lost her virginity.  Bonny attributed it to her body’s reaction to sexual fulfillment, never dreaming that it was one of the early changes caused by pregnancy.  There was emptiness in her belly as she watched thirteen-year-old Diana rise gingerly, saw the man’s white shaft jutting up thick and long, glistening with the juices of copulation.  She shuddered with need and trembled with envy.  Envy tinged with another emotion.

Engrossed in her voyeuristic trance, Bonny didn’t hear the gentle knock on the door nor notice when her lover used the key she’d given him to enter her apartment.  Jack stood behind her, watching the kneeling woman peer through the binoculars at the lovely naked girl lying fully exposed only twenty feet away.

“She’s lovely, isn’t she Bonny?”

The woman dropped the binoculars and gasped, startled and embarrassed at being caught this way.

“Uh…I guess so…for a child.”  She turned away from the window and glanced at the man’s crotch.  He’d never come directly to her after making out with Diana.  Was he still able?  Could he share his marvelous, huge hardness with her right after screwing that thirteen-year-old slut? 

“Does she turn you on, Bonny?  Would you like to make a move on her?”  Jack had noted how intently his companion was watching Diana.  “Have you ever?  With a woman?”

“God, Jack!  You’re awful!”  My God!  Was he suggesting…?  The newly resurrected memory of her night with the older woman, Joan, filled her mind and added to the heat in her unsatisfied loins.  “Uh…I did…once…a long time ago.

“Was it good?  Did you like it?”  Yes. She wasn’t a Sapphic virgin, anyway.  Maybe this was going to be easy?

“But… Wouldn’t you be jealous?”

“Not if I was part of it, Bonny.”  Dropping to his knees beside her he reached under her robe and found her fat, furry sex swollen and wet.

“But?  Would she?  She’s so young?”

“Let’s find out, Bonny.  Come back to my place.”

Young Diana was almost asleep when she heard her teacher Mr. Allen return but in the languor of her satiation she didn’t react right away.  She was completely relaxed, lying there in a dreamy torpor.  Her parents were going to be out late so she didn’t have to hurry home like she usually did so the well-fucked thirteen year old just lay there wondering idly if her teacher wanted her again.  Her hand was down between her legs.  She was tender there, bruised, but bruised of her own volition from grinding so hard on her teacher’s bony pubis.  He hadn’t stayed with Ms. Baldwin, she thought with a surge of pride.  He liked her better than the older woman.

“I brought a visitor, Diana.  She wants to get to know you better.”

Roused from her erotic reverie, the girl’s eyelids fluttered open,  “OH!  Ms. Baldwin?” Diana exclaimed and she tried unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness with crossed legs and arms.  She had a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.  Why had he let Ms. Baldwin see her like this?  Ms. Baldwin, of all people?

“Hello, Diana.  Is Mr. Allen being good to you?”  Bonny dropped to her knees beside the flustered girl and grasped her wrists, easily moving the youngster’s hands away so she could view her in all her glorious nudity.  “My, you’re a beautiful child.”

“Ms. Baldwin?  Oh?  I have to go home.”  Diana’s contentment was shattered by being called a child.  Hadn’t the woman seen what she’d done?  She wasn’t a child any longer.  She shuddered with apprehension.  The whole school was talking about how strict and domineering Ms. Baldwin was.

“Now Diana.  Don’t lie to me.  Mr. Allen said you could stay late tonight.”  Bonny spoke sternly as she released the girl’s wrists. Diana’s arms remained stretched limply above her head where they’d been placed.

“But? But?” Diana stammered,  “I don’t want to stay here?”  She looked for Mr. Allen and saw him going into the bathroom, leaving her all alone with the other teacher.  She felt forsaken and defenseless.  Frightened.

With mixed emotions, Bonny considered how to proceed.  The girl was absolutely lovely and as she imagined what it would feel like to be close to her, to have her thirteen-year-old body molded to her own, her belly churned with lewd anticipation.  But under it was resentment.  She wanted the girl’s body but she also wanted to control her, to overcome the hold that she, with her youth and freshness had over Jack.

“You’re a slut, aren’t you Diana.  A thirteen year old bitch.” The big woman spat as she pried the girl’s shapely legs wide apart.  “Has he fucked you here yet?” and she pressed her lips to Diana’s softly quivering mouth.  “Have you knelt down and sucked his big cock with this pretty mouth?”

The timid teenager trembled as the teacher’s hot tongue flicked against her lips, pushing between them to force its way into her mouth.  Her young body tensed as the woman’s hands moved over her breasts, stroking, caressing, touching her gently.

Bonny thrilled to the feel of Diana’s firm, springy breast flesh and the timid trembling of her succulent mouth as she kissed her.  Her hand snaked down over the youngster’s belly to the squishy, cum-greased softness of her vulva.  A sudden fury of lust for this nubile creature overwhelmed her feelings of resentment and anger and her caresses became tender and loving.

Diana’s initial fear and revulsion at being kissed this way by another female dissolved as the woman’s mouth and fingers found those special places that only another female would know.  Her pelvis tilted receptively, her well-fucked sex opening to the skillfully probing fingers, her tongue responding, tangling with the teacher’s own.

Jack’s bathroom visit had been with a purpose.  While his fellow teacher was making her Sapphic assault on his teenaged consort, Jack was injecting his limp penis with something to reinvigorate it.  “Better than Viagra”, his doctor, who was a world-class lecher in his own right, had said.  And it was.  Jack knew that he would enjoy more than two hours of steel-like rigidity after the injection and, after one recent ejaculation and with two women to get pleasure from; he needed the enhancement of his staying powers.

“You’re a little whore, you know?”  Bonny’s mouth left Diana’s to close over the tip of one firm breast.  The nipple was already hard and erect and the older woman knew she was making progress.  “I’ve watched the way you fuck him…the way you take that big cock up inside your hot cunt.  You love it, don’t you?  You love being fucked, you little whore!”

“Nah…no…don’t,” Diana whined.  “He made me…didn’t want to…” she whimpered, mortified by the truth in the teacher’s words.  She squirmed, but not now with embarrassment.  Her breasts felt swollen and they tingled as the woman gently caressed them and, as Ms. Baldwin’s face moved slowly lower, tracing an unbroken, moist kiss over her abdomen, she was gripped by an indefinable yearning and she rotated her firm hips upward, seeking an even more intimate contact with the teasing lips and tongue.

It was wonderful.  Marvelous.  The girl’s firm, silky flesh tasted fresh and young.  Bonny could feel the sexual tension grow in her thirteen-year-old prey and she heard the youngster’s sharp intake of breath when her mouth reached the swollen, wet softness of her pulpy vulva.  As her tongue snaked along the puffy slit she tasted the girl’s juices…and the other familiar tang of Jack’s semen.  Her belly heaved with a perverse thrill and she mashed her face against the slimy, bloated pudding, her tongue finding the hard, sensitive clitoral bud and teasing it as only a woman can.

When Jack returned his organ was in a state of full erection, standing out from his groin like a horizontal flagpole.  He stood watching the erotic scene.  The woman was sprawled half across the girl, her dark-haired head between the girl’s widespread legs, her hip pressing the girl’s cheek.  All he could see of Diana was her face, which was flushed with excitement, and one large breast that stood proudly, the nipple jutting out from the pink, puckered aureole.

Diana was in a state of total sexual torment as the woman’s hot mouth moved teasingly along her tender, inner thighs, then to the pulsing surrounds of her throbbing pussy, her tongue tickling, flicking, tormenting her as the pressure of her need threatened to drive her insane.

Bonny, inexperienced though she was in the arts of tribade titillation, exulted in the evident response of the thirteen-year-old girl.  Then when the youngster’s hands suddenly clasped her head and pulled her face fiercely against wet, swollen flesh-mass between her thighs, her tongue lanced out to penetrate the hot opening, spearing, licking, evoking sharp moans and cries.  Her nose pressed against the hardness of the girl’s throbbing clitoris and then her lips enclosed the little bud, drawing it in as she thrummed it with her tongue.

“Oohhhhh!” Diana cried out loudly and she writhed and humped against the ecstasy producing mouth.  Her eyes looked sightlessly up at the big man standing over them as bright lights flashed before her and her young loins were consumed by the hot waves of a glorious orgasm.

Feeling the teenager’s fat vulva spasm and bulge against her face and hearing her panting cries, the woman reveled in her success.  She wrapped her arms around her writhing hips and sucked and tongued her until she fell back, gasping and wheezing in the aftermath of her climax.

The sight of the young girl when her pretty face darkened, her eyes widened and her red lips drew back from her white teeth in a grimace of orgasmic bliss was intensely erotic.  Then he saw Bonny shift position to plant a kiss on Diana’s slack-lipped mouth.  Bending over he grabbed the woman by her shoulders and pulled her off the limp-bodied youngster.

“On your knees, Bonny…you know what I want…show Diana how it’s done.”

Bonny did indeed know what the man wanted and, with an obedient whimper, she knelt before him, taking his big, outthrust organ in both hands.  This wasn’t where she wanted his cock, not after the exciting but for her, incomplete session just finished but, submissively, she stretched her mouth open and let him push in.

Young Diana could not believe what she was seeing.  Ms. Baldwin was letting Mr. Allen put his penis in her mouth.  She shuddered with distaste but she could not take her eyes off the lewd scene.  The female teacher was holding Mr. Allen’s staff with one hand while the other hand was fondling the heavy eggs that dangled and swayed against her chin.  When Mr. Allen began to move his hips and fuck the woman’s lip-stretched mouth it gave Diana a feeling of superiority over the kneeling, older woman.  Still unschooled in the avenues of lust, she thought that Miss Baldwin was being dominated, humiliated, made to bow down submissively for Mr. Allen.  The young girl believed now that she, not the kneeling woman, was his favourite and she gloated over the woman’s debasement.

“That’s good, Bonny.  Now it’s your turn,” and, pushing her away, Jack lay down on the floor beside the mesmerized thirteen-year-old girl.  The woman straddled his hips and, by angling her head, Diana was able to watch her teacher’s huge fucktool as it disappeared inside Ms. Baldwin’s sex.

“Yes Jack…fuck me…fuck me with your beautiful, big cock,” Bonny moaned.  She’d show the little minx how a woman did it.  Urged on in part by the hunger developed with the young girl and part by her desire to show both Diana and Jack that she was the better fuck, Bonny rode him furiously, her big breasts bouncing and swaying as she rode the impaling pole.  She panted and groaned and uttered an obscene commentary on what she was doing and, in short order, had cum three noisy times.

“You want Diana, too, don’t you?” 

“Mmmm…don’t care, Jack,” Bonny sighed contentedly after dismounting and lying beside her lover.  But she did.  She wanted to feel those lovely lips and that hot tongue on her…in her.  She wanted to show Jack what a lewd, little trollop his pet schoolgirl was. 

Not sure at first what the two adults meant, Diana remained supine beside them.  Did Mr. Allen like it when Miss Baldwin talked dirty?  Maybe she ought to do it too when Mr. Allen did her again?  Was he going to do her again tonight?  Watching him with the older woman had aroused an unwilled excitement in her loins and she spread her legs as if that would bring the man over on top of her.

“C’mon, Diana.  Miss Baldwin wants you, my dear.”

Not knowing what her teacher had in mind, the adolescent girl obediently moved as his hands guided her to.  Then, when she was kneeling between the older woman’s widespread thighs she realized what she was to do.

“But? But?  Please, Mr. Allen?  I don’t want to?”  But her timid protest was unheeded and the man was pushing her head down towards the dark, bushy confluence of the woman’s thighs.

Bonny exulted with a feeling of power as the lovely juvenile knelt down.  She felt the girl’s hot breath against her swampy, well-fucked sex and she reached out to hold her head.

“Kiss me, Diana.  Like I kissed you.”

“But?  Ms. Baldwin?”  The youngster knew then that she had no choice.  And Ms. Baldwin had kissed her there so…”I don’t know how?”

“Use your tongue, Diana…lick me…” and Bonny pulled the girl’s face firmly into her crotch, arching up to her and mashing her cuntflesh against her face.  “Lick me and suck me…like I did for you.”

“Mmmmph,” the youngster moaned as her face was suddenly surrounded by the soft, wet fleshiness of the older woman’s snatch.  She felt for a moment as if she’d drown in the soppy looseness of the fat vulva but, obediently, she stuck out her tongue.  Perhaps it was instinct or maybe something else but the girl’s mouth and tongue were suddenly doing what was wanted.  Licking the pulpy labia, penetrating the pulsing portal, stroking the woman’s large clitoris.

The sight of the shapely youngster kneeling with her head between the woman’s thighs, her big, lush ass high in the air, was intensely erotic.  Jack went again to the bathroom and this time he returned with something in his hand.  Then he knelt directly behind Diana’s lovely, upthrust buttocks.

“Yes Diana!  Oh yes!  Suck it.  Suck my clit,” Bonny moaned heatedly as the girl’s lips closed over her throbbing cum-trigger.  “So good…wonderful.”

The obedient youngster felt a surge of pleasure at her lewd accomplishment as the teacher expressed her delight.  She was barely aware that the other teacher was kneeling behind her and she acquiescently mover her knees farther apart at his urging.

Jack could see the little, brown circle between Diana’s big, open ass-cheeks.  That was his ultimate target but first he guided his throbbing tool to the bulging, slitted softness of the girl’s pussy and, pushing in, he savoured the snug clasp of the passage he had initiated only a few weeks ago.  Diana’s juvenile vagina was narrowed by her kneeling position and her ravisher thrilled to the added tightness as he fucked her with slow, deep strokes.  His hands caressed her firm, silky flesh, her big breasts, her flaring hips and, leaning closer, he fingered her soft cunt.

Bonny was experiencing a series of micro-orgasms as the schoolgirl’s mouth and tongue worked on the center of her being.  She could see Jack kneeling behind the girl and she could tell when he entered her for there was a hot outrush of breath against her cunt.  The wanton obscenity of what was happening sent surges of pure lust through her body and she cradled the girl’s head in her hands, savouring the sexual delight.

There was a soft whimper of dismay from the kneeling girl when she felt the teacher withdraw from her steamy cunt.  Jack donned the condom he had brought from the bathroom and then coated it liberally with K-Y Jelly.  He was sure he would be exploring virgin territory again and, to be sure of plentiful lubrication, he smeared a generous dollop on the tiny, puckered anal ring.

Diana felt the contact with her sensitive, rectal orifice but still a novice in sexual ways; she did not comprehend what was in store.  Little tingling thrills radiated out from her nether portal to meld with the similar delights from the man’s clit-stroking finger and her lush ass rotated involuntarily.

Jack angled his hips lower and with his free hand he guided his steel-hard tool back and forth between the girl’s pinkly pouting cuntal orifice and the puckered, brown target of his next assault on the youngster’s defenseless body.  At the nadir of his licentious traverse he pushed in until his bulbous knob was gripped by her vaginal mouth and, at the upper reach, he pressed against the unopened rectal portal.  The slippery jelly, warmed by their body heat, became thin and runny and to replace what was running off, he added more.

The multiple assault on clit, cuntmouth and asshole combined with the feel of the woman’s pulsating pussy responding to her oral caresses and the woman’s passionate moans to rouse the artless adolescent’s libido to a state of mindless lust.  Completely unaware of what was in store, she pushed back fearlessly at her schoolteacher’s probing prick.

Bonny was in heaven.  The girl was unskilled but ardent, her lips and tongue moving unrestrainedly over and into the older woman’s fat, pulpy sex.  Diana liked the feel when her tongue penetrated the hot, tangy cuntal opening and when her lips fastened on her large clitoris; Bonny’s impassioned gasps were a reward in themselves.

Jack sensed from the lovely youngster’s moans and the writhing of her upthrust buttocks that she was as ready as she’d ever be.  Placing the slick, purple knob of his cock against the small target, he pushed.  The girl’s full and voluptuously bulbous bottom was rounded out below him and, as the pressure on her never entered orifice increased, she involuntarily tightened her buttocks into taut melons.

“Aaunnnngghh!” Diana squealed as the man’s big cock forced its way through the tight, constricting, gristly ring and up into the deep, elastic warmth of her asshole.  Her face was forced harder into the other teacher’s crotch as she tried to escape.  To the terrified young girl it felt like a stick of dynamite had been jammed up her rectum and detonated.

For a moment the other woman didn’t realize what was happening.  When Diana’s face was forced harder against her pulsating pussy she had thrilled to the contact and the hot rush of breath went almost inside her cunt as the girl’s agonized cry rent the air.  My God!  She suddenly realized what must have happened.  He’s fucking her in the ass.  He’s buggering her.  The absolute obscenity of Jack shoving his big cock up the girl’s asshole while she was performing cunnilingus sent a surge of salacious excitement through the recipient of the young girl’s oral attention.  Yes!  Oh God!  He was wonderful.  He was showing the beautiful youngster that she was just a simple sex object.  Bonny no longer felt threatened by the adolescent’s freshness and youth.

The tiny entrance to the luscious juvenile’s rectum was clasping Jack’s organ in an agonizing grip.  Skillfully the man renewed his titillation of the girl’s hard, little clit, determined to assuage her pain with the healing balm of sexual arousal.  He let his thick cock remain steady with less than a third of its considerable length buried in the strangling tightness of her elastic asstube.  “Bigger things have come out than is going in,” he murmured but only the woman, spread-eagled under them, heard his lewd comment.

The agonizing pain when her small posterior aperture was so suddenly dilated by her teacher’s huge rod passed quickly to be replaced by a strange, not unpleasant feeling in her lower body.  Even in her innocence, the thirteen year old knew what had happened, knew that Mr. Allen had forced his way up into her bottom.  A feeling of shame, of humiliation washed over her but then, as other pressures built up in her bulging belly, she began squirming her anus on the end of his organ.

“Unngh,” the girl moaned a she felt him pushing deeper.  She rotated her lush hips in unseasoned acceptance of this latest assault, unaware of the length yet to go.

With the white full moons of her luscious, young asscheeks tilted alluringly up at him, Jack buried the last inch of his cock in Diana’s asshole.  His finger felt her clit rolling under it, maybe a bit larger than before, like it got when she was ready to cum.  He wormed his hips closer between her widely splayed asscheeks and her flaring hips began a jerking, rotating motion.

“Unngh…Hannh…Unnhhh.”  Her gasps and wheezes sounded loudly in the room, muffled by the woman’s puffy, face-filling cunt.  As the electric spasms of climax engulfed her, she fell forward and the man followed her down to ride on her squirming, pneumatic ass-pillows.

“Yeah…harder…hurry,” Bonny entreated, holding the girl’s face hard against her wildly pulsing pussy, moving the head between her thighs and, as she heard the domineering teacher demand, “Suck it!  Suck my clit!”

Diana obeyed, her young mind overwhelmed by what was happening to her.  She could feel the strangely exciting sensations as the man’s hardness drove up deep into her bowels, retreated slowly, and then plunged back into her.  And she could feel too with her mouth the way the woman’s puffily engorged pussy came alive with her sucking action on the hard, slippery clitoral nubbin.

The unprincipled schoolteacher felt the pressure growing in his aching testicles but this was not where he wanted to release his buildup of semen.  Slowly he withdrew from the girl’s snugly clasping asstube and peeled the condom from his rigid tool.

Bonny watched lethargically as the girl between her legs seemed to collapse and Jack stood up.  She felt satiated and, with the knowledge that her teenaged competition for the man’s attention had just been ass-fucked, she also felt a sort of vicarious triumph.  Her sense of victory was tempered by a vague unease.  Was Jack going to do that to her, too?  To fuck her in the ass?  She didn’t mind, she mused, providing he did it when they were alone and the teenager couldn’t observe her subjugation.  What would it be like?  He was so masterful.  If only she had him all to herself?  She knew she could satisfy him.

Drained physically and emotionally, Diana weakly rose to her knees at the urging of her teacher.  There was a feeling of tingling emptiness in her bottom and, as she looked at Ms. Baldwin lying spread-eagled on the floor, she wondered if the woman could tell what Mr. Allen had done.

Jack wasted no time.  It was getting late and his thirteen-year-old student would have to go home soon.  He moved in front of the kneeling girl, his big, outthrust fuckpole pointing at her sexy mouth with its full, red lips and cupped her face in his hands.

The young girl looked up timidly at her teacher and her eyes filled with tears.  Was he going to make her use her mouth?  She glanced sideways at the other teacher still lying open and naked beside them.  If only Ms. Baldwin wasn’t there?  She wanted to please her teacher but?  Her gaze fixed on the shiny, purple plum and she saw a trickle of clear fluid drip from the little eye in the tip.  Was he cumming?  Was this what he shot inside her when he had a climax?  She licked her lips nervously.

The big schoolteacher held back for a moment.  He really ought to sixty-nine the girl to introduce her to sucking cock but there wasn’t time.  Maybe he could tell Bonny to do it?  He hadn’t given her that same opportunity her first time but that was different.  She was older than this lovely adolescent.  But the sight of her pink tongue passing over her thick, upper lip and the pouting fullness of her lower lip was irresistible.  He had to feel that flexuous, pebbled stalk sliding under his cock, to see and feel those fat, red lips wrapped around his staff.

Bonny was exultant.  Jack was going to fuck the young girl’s mouth.  That would show the little minx that she was nothing special.  She watched intently and, hearing the girl’s soft, submissive whimper, she felt an additional surge of triumph.  It must be the first time Jack had done this.

“Open your mouth, Diana,” Jack said gently when Diana closed her luscious lips and, when she looked up tearfully with mouth still tightly closed he said in a stern, teacher’s voice, “Open your mouth!  Right now!”

Tears tracking down her cheeks the timid adolescent obeyed.  As her teacher moved closer the direction of her gaze angled inward to watch the bulbous, purple knob close in on her mouth.  A virtual stream of the clear fluid was flowing from the little slit in the tip and, she recoiled when he came so close that some of it dribbled onto her chin.

“Don’t Diana!  Don’t back away!” and Jack held her head more firmly, tilting her face upward.  “Stick out your tongue, Diana.  Taste me.”

With a soft sob the thirteen year old did as she was ordered.  Her tongue poked out from her mouth and she parted her lips in acquiescent surrender to her teacher’s obscene command.  She uttered another soft sob when the hot, oily hardness slid over her tongue and into her mouth.  Totally compliant with the man’s wishes, she stretched the lovely lips of her small mouth wider to surround the thick, dripping organ and she heard her teacher moan.  

“Mmmm…oh yes, Diana…Oohhh yesss…your lovely mouth feel so good.” As his cock slid along the trough of the girl’s hot tongue its pebbled surface frictioned the underside of his sensitive, uncircumcised cocktip.  He thrilled to the delicate contact and the yielding grip of her soft lips as they stretched wide to surround his throbbing tool.  Still holding her face in his hands he began to fuck her moist, hot oral cavern with short, slow strokes.

Diana’s eyes were closed as she submitted to the ravishment of her one remaining virgin orifice.  She tried, at first, to shut from her juvenile mind what was being done to her but, as she heard the man’s moans and gasps of obvious pleasure, she became curious.  She opened her eyes and looked up at the big man standing before her.  He had a rapt expression on his handsome face and, with a sudden thrill of achievement, she realized that he had not seemed as happy when Ms. Baldwin was doing this.

“Suck on it, Diana…Oh God, you’re so lovely…suck on it.”  Jack knew that this was not going to last very long.  For most of the two hours since he had gone off in this beautiful youngster’s hot, tight cunt he had been kept in a state of arousal from Bonny’s mouth, from fucking her and watching her oral sating of this young girl and from seeing young Diana return the sexual obeisance while he was fucking her in the ass.  Hs balls were heavy with semen, aching and swollen and ready to burst.

With tractable alacrity the acquiescent adolescent sucked on the shallowly plunging shaft.  Her cheeks hollowed on his withdrawals and bulged on the in strokes.  Wet, slurpy gurgles sounded from the girl’s hotly sucking mouth and a mixture of her copiously flowing saliva and his fluids trickled escaped from her cock-stuffed mouth to trickledown her chin.

“Oh God, Diana…Oh yesss!” He felt the rush begin and he pushed deeper.

“Glangh,” the girl gagged when the man’s cocktip bumped the entrance to her throat and her body jerked, her large, high breasts jiggling with the movement.  “Glangh,” Jiggle, “Glangh,” Jiggle, repeated over and over and as she became adjusted to the throat-touching thrusts, she no longer tried to back away.  She felt her teacher’s heavy eggs sway and bounce against her chin and neck and she sensed from his heavy breathing that he was close to his climax.

The watching woman saw too that the man was enraptured by the young girl’s submissively sucking mouth and she was jealous.  Jealous and threatened.  How was she going to salvage her first and only love?

Diana felt it coming.  The thick, sleek pole seemed to get even larger, stretching her lips wider open and she felt it buck.  His hands held her head tightly now and then, an instant later, a hot jet of semen blasted into her throat.  “Glunngh,” she choked and tried to pull away but her teacher held her there as successive spurts flooded her mouth.  The young girl swallowed defensively and, despite her surprise and naïveté, she continued to suck on the bucking, spitting shaft.

“Oohhh Gawwd Diana…You’re a marvel,” Jack exclaimed breathlessly, barely able to stand as the youngster’s precocious mouth extracted the pent-up semen from his reservoir.  “You’re marvelous, Diana.”

Incited by her teacher’s compliments, the girl sucked wildly on his cock, gaining an almost orgasmic pleasure from satisfying him.  When he finally pulled out of her mouth that seemed reluctant to release him, a flood of viscous, unswallowed semen drooled out and down over her chin.  She looked up at her lecherous assailant with an expression of adoration and waited for his next instructions.

“She’s just a little whore, isn’t she Jack?” Bonny spat as her lover pulled his cock from the girl’s cum-flooded mouth.

“She’s wonderful, Bonny.  You know that.  And so are you.”  He didn’t really need two jealous females.  Too dangerous.  Jack buttered up the older woman and treated the young girl with gentle care, helping her to get ready to go home.

His libido was totally drained but the injection was still effective.  As soon as the thirteen-year-old schoolgirl had departed, Jack mounted the twenty three year old teacher and, by the time he was finished with her, she believed that it was she, not the young teen, that he wanted most.

He escorted Bonny back to her apartment and, while he had a nightcap; he sought a way out of his dilemma.  They were both great but he was already thinking about new conquests.

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Grade School Grazing

Chpater 8

                                             Nubile Niece

Bob was getting nervous.  What he was doing to his young schoolgirls would send him to prison if he was found out.  He was sitting in his big chair, weary and sated after another session with the loving fifteen year old, Janice and, sipping a drink, he thought about the events over the past year or so. 

Irene had been 15 and her kid sister, Lucy, 11 when they had gone to live with him.  He was their Uncle Bob because he was married to their mother’s sister, Aunt Sue.  It was only for a little while, they’d been told, just until their father got established in his new job in a distant city.  That was almost two years ago but the fiction had continued until quite recently.  Their parents were, in fact, going through a messy divorce but had kept their kids out of it.  Irene had been quite mature for her age, at least mature in some ways, and she had suspected that something wasn’t quite right.

There were three bedrooms in the apartment. The master bedroom where her Uncle Bob and Aunt Sue slept, the one right beside it and a small one at the end of the hall, beyond the bathroom. When they first move in that had been the spare room and then Bob decided that Irene and Lucy should have separate bedroom and gave Irene the larger room. At least, that was his stated reason. Lucy hadn't been very happy about it.

Bob had, at first, looked on his two nieces as the children he’d never had.  Irene was an attractive girl, somewhat flat-chested but blessed with long, shapely legs and an absolutely marvelous ass.  Apartment living was sufficiently intimate that, on occasion; he had glimpsed his niece with few or no clothes on as she went from the shower to the bedroom she shared with her sister.  After a few months he began what he believed to be a harmless though somewhat incestuous fantasy and when he serviced his buxom wife, he imagined that h was fucking his teenaged niece.  The fantasy didn’t work very well, however, because his wife, Sue, was anything but a meek, compliant young girl.

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The second night that Irene slept in her new bedroom something happened that would prove to have a major effect on the unworldly girl.  Irene heard the sounds through the paper-thin wall, the deep voice of her uncle and the shriller sound of her Aunt Sue's voice. Were they fighting? No. It must be something else. There was a rhythmic creaking, sometimes a metallic squeak and then a series of rapid bumps on the wall. What was it? Irene got out of bed and pressed her ear to the wall.

"Dammit Bob. I didn't cum.  You selfish bastard.   All you want to do is get off in me and then go to sleep."

"I'm sorry Sue. It's just that you're so damned exciting. But? You could get me ready again. Next time I'll make sure you cum?"

"You mean suck your cock?  So you can go off in my mouth like you did last time?  No way, buster!  If you don't smarten up and start to satisfy me, as well as your own selfish needs, then I'll find someone who can!"

At sixteen Irene was still a virgin but she had a rudimentary knowledge of sex, some of it gained from her sex-ed classes but most from her giggly classmates but the ones she knew best had little more knowledge than she.  But cum and sucking cock, Irene knew; the former because she came, often, when she masturbated; the latter because she'd heard girls say it was a way to satisfy their boyfriends and not get knocked up in the process.

Irene got back in bed but she couldn't sleep.  She felt sorry for her Uncle Bob.  He was such a nice man.  Aunt Sue, her mother's sister, wasn't very nice at all.  She wasn't as tall as Irene but she had a very big bust and a sluttish looking mouth, something like the 13-year-old slut, Mandy who lived in the adjoining apartment.

Two nights later it happened again.  "Push, dammit! Harder!"   The sounds awakened Irene and she saw, from the bedside clock, that it was two in the morning.  She went to the wall again and heard a lot of rustling and sibilant grunts that must be her aunt.  And then she noticed the closet door. Maybe she could hear more there.

The girl's closet was to the right of the source of the sounds and, pushing aside her clothes on the hangers, she edged close to its end wall.  The sounds were definitely much louder here.  "Yunh...Yunh...Fuck me Bob...fuck me!"  Moving closer, Irene saw the hole in the wall.

The hole was the size of a fist.  Naturally so, for one night long ago, Bob, enraged by his wife's ill temper, had driven his fist through it.  He'd never fixed it and Irene was not the first to view the scenes visible through it.  Little Lucy had to stand on tiptoe to see but before Irene moved into the room she had often viewed her aunt and uncle's hot and heavy sex sessions. And a few when her uncle wasn't involved.

Irene's eyes were already adjusted to darkness so when she peeked through the opening the light from their connecting bathroom made their bed area bright as daylight.  Her aunt, totally naked, was sitting on top of Irene's uncle, her big boobs bobbing and swaying as she rode him.

"Oh yeah...yeah...that's good…now if you can find an injection to make you bigger, I'll be happy."  Irene watched with a strange feeling in her belly as, for more than thirty minutes, her aunt rode Uncle Bob, pausing only when, for a part of a minute, she'd groan and wriggle in orgasm.  "Gawwd, Bob. That's the longest you ever fucked me since we first started going together. Now all I have to worry about is getting knocked up. I think you better start wearing a safe, just in case the pill doesn't work."   Then, as Irene watched, her aunt dismounted and she saw, clearly, his sex organ.

"C'mon, Bob. I'm going to reward you for giving me such a good fuck."  Irene's Aunt Sue got on her hands and knees, her broad ass sticking up into the air as she said, "I'll be your tight virgin, Bob. I know you like it in my ass because it's so tight. Go ahead, Bob. Fuck me there."   Irene watched unbelievingly.  Was Uncle Bob putting his penis in Aunt Sue's bottom?  Yes, he must be she concluded from the explicit comments her aunt made as Irene's uncle pumped against her.  "I'm glad you found out about that needle. God. You're still hard and I've had enough," Sue sighed as she rolled over onto her back.  "Maybe there's hope for us yet?"

Three weeks later it was obvious there was no hope.  Last week, when her uncle was away, Irene had heard the familiar sounds and, peeking through the hole in the wall, she'd seen her aunt lying, spread-eagled, under a stranger.  The only other thing that Irene remembered, for she'd been sickened at what her aunt was doing and worried about how hurt her uncle would be, was that the man's penis was bigger than her uncle's.  Irene had seen that when her aunt took it in her mouth.  Irene's friends, well not her friends exactly, but some of the rougher girls were always talking about how big this guy or that was, and making fun of the smaller ones.  Was Uncle Bob one of the smaller ones?  Was Aunt Sue like those awful girls, sluts, who talked about it?

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Two weeks later, shortly after Irene’s sixteenth birthday, Bob announced to Irene and Lucy that their Aunt Sue was going to go away for a while.  Both girls wondered about it and suspected that this might be like their own parents’ temporary move but they didn’t talk about it to each other.  They just weren’t very close.

Every night after her aunt went away, Irene checked through the closet hole on her uncle.  On the third or fourth night after her aunt left, she was surprised.  Shocked.  Uncle Bob was on his back, naked, with the reading light on.  He was holding up a magazine and Irene could just make out the picture of a naked girl.  She watched, her belly churning with excitement, as her uncle pumped his upthrust staff with his hand and then, when his breathing was becoming audibly loud, he grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wrapped it around his penis.  He was doing what she, herself, did.  He was masturbating.  Feeling guilty but hugely excited, Irene rubbed her wetly swollen pussy and, when she saw her uncle's hips lift off the bed as he pushed into his hand, she came too.  It was mind-blowing.

The next night, as soon as she heard her uncle go to bed, Irene was back at the hole in the closet wall, peeking.  But she was disappointed, that night, for he just went to sleep.  But the next night, a Friday, was something else altogether.

There'd been a television and a VCR in her uncle's bedroom but it was seldom used.  This night, however, when Irene peeped through the hole, she saw that the TV was on.  Her uncle was half sitting, naked, his hand stroking his penis.  In his other hand was the VCR control and Irene realized he was watching a movie or something while he masturbated.

Irene tore her gaze away from the salacious sight of her uncle's upthrust organ to the images on the screen that were reflected on the mirror that covered the wall beside the bed.  A girl, she looked like a very young girl with a short skirt and pigtails, was talking to a man.  He had a white cylinder in his hand and he put it in the girl's mouth.  Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled down her panties.  The girl was older than she looked because she had hair between her legs but, to Irene's shocked amazement, the man slid the white cylinder into the girl's pussy.

If Irene had been aroused when she'd watched her uncle masturbate while looking at pictures of naked girls, she was positively passionate, now, with the sight of the girl masturbating herself with the little stick.  Then her uncle fast-forwarded the film and then the young girl had her mouth wrapped around the man's cock.

Irene's fingers were busy as the girl's head bobbed up and down, the camera panning in to a close-up.  She saw her uncle reach for a tissue, as before, just as the man in the movie groaned and then the girl opened her mouth wider, backing off so the tip of the man's penis was visible.  Irene's knees began to shake and the heat in her belly became a flame as she saw the jetting, white cream spurt into the little girl's mouth.  Her uncle groaned, too, his hand moving faster, and she knew that he must be spurting into the tissue.  The last thing Irene saw before she slumped to her knees in the closet as her own orgasm made her legs give way was the girl's mouth again sucking on the man's cock and the white cream drooling thickly and stringily from the corner of her red-lipped mouth.

"I know what you want now, Mister. You want to fuck me, don't you?"  Irene was back on her feet and the little girl was lying naked, on her back, looking up cutely at the man standing over her.  Did Uncle Bob think about doing it to young girls?  She wasn't as young as the girl in the movie was made to appear, but had he ever thought about doing it to her, his niece?

Could she help him enjoy it more?  She'd heard the girl's joke that they'd only given a 'handjob'.  Maybe she could give him a handjob and he could masturbate her, too?  Irene lay in bed, her hand cupping her swollen vulva as she thought about her uncle and the movie she'd just seen.  As her fingers stroked and probed her wet sex the sixteen-year-old hungered for another’s touch on her hungry, young twat.  And her courage grew apace with her libido.

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"Irene? My God! You shouldn't be here?" Bob pulled the sheet up to cover his nakedness and shut off the TV.

"I know Uncle Bob. But? Like? I’m lonely?  Can I get in bed with you? Just for a few minutes?"  Wearing only a short, flimsy nightgown, Irene sat down on the bed beside her uncle.

"My God, Irene. You don't know what you're doing?"  Ever since she came to live with them, his young niece had been his most frequent fantasy bed partner.  When Sue's big boobs and fleshy hips had been welded to his, he had imagined it was his firm-fleshed niece.  But, he’d told himself, it was just harmless fantasy.  The girl was only sixteen and she was his niece.

"I think I do, Uncle Bob."  Irene lifted the corner of the sheet and slid in beside him, noticing how the cover was tented over his erection. Should she take it in her hand right away?  "I’ve seen...uh...heard how Aunt Sue treated you. And I know what you do now, when she isn't here. I want to help."

Bob was paralyzed.  Over the years he'd seen his niece grow from a pretty, leggy child to a beautiful, young woman. Now, when her firm, warm body slid under the covers next to him, especially in his aroused state, he had to fight his desire to possess her.  Oh No!  He felt her hand move closer, to his naked hip.  Was she going to?  OH GOD!  Irene's fingers were there!  She was holding his prick!

"Do you want me to do it, Uncle Bob? Give you a handjob?"

"OhmyGod, Irene!  Oohhh yesss!"  Bob surrendered to the erotic delight of his young niece's hand on his throbbing prick. When had she learned this? He'd always kept her protected, he thought.

"Uh? Uncle Bob?"  The hand filling hardness of her uncle's hard organ was exciting.  "Uh, will you do it for me, too? Put your hand on me?"

"Oh God, yes, Irene," and the man reached between his niece's long, loosely spread legs to cup her sex. There was a curly bush, denoting her maturity, but below it his fingers found hairless flesh, soft, wet smooth flesh, and he probed.  Her clitoris was erect and hard.  She'd come to bed with him already aroused.  It’s all right, he told himself.  She needs sexual release and God knows, I do.  There’s nothing wrong with us helping each other even if she’s so young and my niece.

With a brazenness that belied her nervousness, Irene pushed back the sheet, her desire to see what she was holding, stroking, overcoming her virginal shyness.  Her uncle's fingers were incredibly exciting, far, far more than when she did the same thing with her own hand.  "Oohhh Uncle Bob. That feels soooo gooood," she sighed and she pushed her lightly furred pelvis up to his hand.  "I hope we can do this every night."

"We shouldn't Irene," Bob gasped as his niece's hand squeezed and pumped his throbbing prick. "How did you learn to do this?"

"I watched you do it, Uncle Bob. Am I doing it right? Do you like it?"

"I love it, Irene," and he felt her quiver as he rubbed her hard, erect clit.  "It's wonderful."  Watched him?  How?  “But, Irene?  How did you see me do it?”

“Uh…like…there’s a hole in my closet, Uncle Bob.  I watched you through there.  You’re not mad at me are you?” 

It was a bit awkward.  Bob was flat on his back and Irene was on her side, one leg across her uncle’s thighs so that she was open to his gentle caress.  Her fingers slid lightly over the silky, smooth skin of her uncle’s organ and she could see and feel the hot, oily fluid that seeped from the little slit in the tip.  It was exciting.  The hard, white cylinder was soon wet and slippery and she grasped it, trying to stretch her fingers around its girth.

"Should I get a tissue, Uncle Bob? Are you going to go off?"  Why did they always talk about girls coming and guys going off, Irene wondered as she stroked her uncle's hard penis.

"Oh God, Irene! I don't care."  His fingers squeezed her clitoral bud and his hips arched as he felt his orgasm begin.

Irene felt her own peak approaching just when her uncle's organ gave a sudden jerk between her fingers.  It was too late for a tissue.  She squeezed it tighter and, instinctively, she pumped faster as it bucked and then she saw the white column spurt from it, high up into the air to fall in a curving rainbow shape, hotly across her hand and onto her naked hip.

"Irene! Oohhh Irene," Jack gasped as he fucked up into her snugly clasping hand.  And then, as if triggered by the sight of his explosion, his niece's thighs closed on his wrist and she began to writhe and wriggle against his hand as she too came.

"Hannh...that was wonderful...hanh...Uncle Bob," the girl panted as the last, wonderful waves of heat washed over her loins.  "Did I? Like? Was it good for you, too? Are you OK?"

"Oohhh God, yes, Irene. It was wonderful. The most wonderful thing that's happened to me for years."  Emotionally, it was like having his first and only virgin.  Not Sue, of course.  She'd been screwed first by someone else.  Probably by a lot of someones.  His virgin had been sixteen, like his niece.  And kind of frightened.

“I'm glad, Uncle Bob." Irene snuggled in close to her uncle, her flimsy nighty now up around her neck so that she was, to all intents and purposes, naked.  "I never felt anything so good, neither."

Bob knew he should tell her to leave but, when his young niece snuggled up close to him, he wanted her to stay.  At that moment, his immediate needs sated, he did not recognize the danger.  Not consciously, anyway.  They would be just close friends, nothing more.  He drew her firm, naked body close and closed his eyes.

Does Uncle Bob want me to sleep here with him?  Irene resisted the urge to wipe the sticky effusion from her hand as she snuggled close to the man.  Sleeping together didn’t have to mean having sex, did it?  She felt good.  Satisfied.  She'd made him happy and he's given her a marvelous climax too.  Still clasping his shrinking organ with her hand, she went to sleep.

When Bob awoke, he was with his first love.  Only brassiere and panties no longer encumbered her.  He'd just pulled the leg aside, the first time, so he could get in.  Now her panties were gone.  And her bra.  And her blouse was up around her neck.  She was taller then she'd seemed the first time, too.  With bigger breasts.  He rolled over on top of her as, again, her legs opened willingly beneath him.

When Irene awoke she was still a virgin.  But only for a minute or two.  She felt warm and safe but there was a heavy weight on top of her.  She had a warm feeling in her belly.  Someone, was it herself, was playing with her pussy?  It felt good and she opened her legs wider.  This was how Uncle Bob fucked Aunt Sue.  The innocent sixteen year old tilted her pelvis.  She could pretend again that she was Aunt Sue.  And that Uncle Bob was getting ready to fuck her.  And then she awoke.

"Whah? Who? Uncle Bob?" Irene looked up at the man on top of her. "Oh, Uncle Bob? What are you doing? Are you going to fuh? Fuh? Fuck me?"

" Oh, Irene! I'm sorry!" Jack was suddenly brought back to the present by his niece's question.  "I forgot where I was.  I thought you were someone else.  I’m sorry."  His throbbing tool was nestled against the wet softness of his niece's pussy and he fought to control himself.  He knew he had to get off of her before he did something they’d both regret for the rest of their lives.

"Oohhh yesss, Uncle Bob. You can do it. You can fuck me. I don't care."  Irene reached down and grasped her uncle's organ, pulling it into the soft fleshfolds and rubbing the tip on her swollen clit.

Oh God!  He had to stop.  He just had to.  Jack was poised above his teenaged niece as she rubbed his cock just above the sensitive mouth of her vagina, and he looked down at her ripe, young body lying open and compliant beneath him.  "Have you done this before, Irene?  Have you ever been fucked?"

"Nuh...no, Uncle Bob.  But I want you to fuh...fuh...fuck me. I want you to be the first. It's OK."

Bob was awake now.  Completely and lustfully awake.  It wouldn't be the first time he'd fucked her.  Not in his mind, anyway.  She was looking up at him, an expression of complete trust in her eyes, as if he could do nothing wrong.  Was she really a virgin?  Was she really offering her body to him? He paused.  Despite the tremendous, erotic appeal of his teenaged niece, spread open and willing beneath him, he was wracked with guilt.  She was old enough.  He knew that.  And she was willing.  She'd told him that.  But she was his wife's sister's daughter?  "Are you sure, Irene?  You won't be sorry?"

"Yes, Uncle Bob. I want you to do it. I want to make you happy."  Irene sensed that, by letting her uncle do it, fuck her, she would make him very happy.  She'd never talk to him like her aunt did.  "I want you to make love to me."

Bob lowered his face to hers and as his mouth covered her soft lips they parted, accepting his tongue.  For just a moment her mouth was passive and then her tongue was tangling with his, her breath gusting hotly into his mouth as the girl became immersed in her first-ever sexual kiss.  As he tasted her sweet mouth he could feel how her legs were loose and widespread under him, her cunt hotly and wetly surrounding the head of his prick, but his conscience was holding him back from that final, irrevocable thrust.

As if sensing her uncle's turmoil, Irene, with dewy-eyed sincerity and her limited knowledge of sex, said the words that sealed her fate.  "Do it, Uncle Bob!  Break my cherry! Fuck me!  I want you to break my cherry."

No man in that situation could have resisted. Irene had lifted her long legs and tilted her pelvis with it's little, dark, triangular bush. His cock was nestled in the humid entrance to her young vagina and she was looking up at him expectantly.  The tip of his throbbing tool was nestled in the liquid clasp of his niece’s cuntmouth and, incited by her artless plea; he thrust smoothly forward to a tighter region. 

"Huuunnnnggghh!"  Irene uttered a stifled scream and jerked her hips backwards as her uncle's hard staff burst through her hymen and filled her unused passage. There was a brief, transitory pain and then only a feeling of fullness, closeness.

"Oh, Irene? Did it hurt you?"  The tightness of his young niece's cunt was the most delightful sensation he'd felt for many years but Bob was aware of the girl's sudden tenseness as he plunged into her juicy channel.

"No, Uncle Bob.  Not much."  And it hadn't been as bad as she'd feared.  "Don't stop, Uncle Bob.  Fuck me.  Pretend I'm Aunt Sue.  But you don't have to make me cum.  I just want you to be satisfied."

The blood from his niece's broken cherry was welling hotly up around his deep thrust tool as Bob rested against her firm, long-legged form. He was in control of himself, despite the tremendous erotic appeal of his teenaged niece's ripe, young body.  Twice masturbated, once by himself and that second, wonderful time by her warm hand, there was no urgency.

"You don't know what this means to me, Irene."  Bob said softly as he partially withdrew from the juicy tightness of his niece's hot, young sheath.  And then he watched her eyes widen as he pushed back into the elastically stretching corridor.

Irene savoured the sensations of her first fuck, storing them in her memory.  There was a slight, stinging hurt as her uncle's cock rubbed on the frayed edges of her ruptured hymen but, mostly, there was a belly-warming tingle as he frictioned her throbbing clitoris and slid slowly in and out in the tightly stretched walls of her vagina.  She smiled up at him, contentedly but soon her smile changed to an expectant expression.  Each time he pushed in, it was like he was pumping up the pressure in her belly.

“Are you going to cum, Irene? Are you close?"

"Yunh...Yunh...Uncle Bob? Unh...Yunh...can yuh go faster?" and Irene's long legs twined with his as she began to undulate awkwardly under him.  "You... hanh...don't hafta...annh..." she moaned, remembering her aunt's lewd demands.  "Just whatever... Hanh...what you want, Uncle Bob."

It was heaven.  His long-legged, young niece was moving under him, not skillfully, but passionately, her strong legs seeming to draw him deeper into her tight, young sheath.  He ground against her, feeling her firm breasts roll fleshily under his chest, feeling her firm belly bulge up to his as he screwed the base of his cock against the soft wetness of her young cunt.  The firmness of her hips and belly were a delightful contrast to his wife’s buxom softness and he hauled her loins up tight against his own and felt her pull her thighs back even further to accept his plunging cock.

Irene’s arms were hugging her uncle, her hands moving gently over his shoulders as their mouths meshed in a wet, tongue-tangling kiss.  Then her thighs began to clasp his hips, rubbing them as she lifted her knees from the bed and twisted her loins in her passion.

Bob suddenly felt the hot press of his niece’s orgasm squeeze around his cock and he felt her body cling to him tenaciously as she experienced the hot spasms of her climax.

"Haannhhh! Yannhh! Uncle Bob!" Irene cried out as a tremendous wave washed over her loins.  It felt like every muscle in her lower body was spasming and she jerked and bucked up to him.  "Cuh...cuh...cuhhminnng ...you're making me cumm," she wailed as her uncle began to hammer her wide-open body and she was wracked with huge, tearing spasms.

Bob felt the contraction of his niece's first-fucked passage as it locked down on his cock and she strained up to him.  He felt like he was a foot long as he drove into the wildly squeezing sheath and, twice unloaded or not, the semen erupted from his aching balls to jet voluminously into the deepest reaches of her young body.

As if shot by the first, heavy spurt, Irene slumped back on the bed, panting breathlessly, feeling her uncle's gism flood her writhing, young cunt.  Her long legs went limp, jumping convulsively and finally falling out to the sides.   "Oohhh…Uncle Bob...Oohhh," she sighed as he pumped his love juice up into her. "I love you, Uncle Bob.  I'm so glad Aunt Sue went away."

"Oohhh Irene. You were wonderful."  Bob settled down between her widely splayed legs, feeling her body twitch and jerk under him in the aftermath of her orgasm.  "But we shouldn't have, Irene? I'm your uncle."

"Not my real uncle, Uncle Bob. Not my blood uncle."  Irene lay languorously under him, his semen a heavy pool way up inside.  What if he’d made her pregnant?  He probably couldn’t marry her, could he?  Not his niece?  But she felt so safe with him up inside her.  She wasn’t going to worry.  "I want you to do it...fuck me...whenever you feel like you need it, Uncle Bob."

“Oh God, Irene.  You’re wonderful.  But we can’t.  It’s wrong.”

Wrong it certainly was, but the temptation was too great.  It didn’t happen nightly but it was frequent, nonetheless.  Bob couldn’t resist the delight of having his teenaged niece’s tight cunt around him and there was an added pleasure from being the one who taught her about sex.

But, three months later, their bliss was clouded by Irene’s pregnancy.  Now she was well along and she had finally gone off to stay with Bob’s sister.  A schoolgirl romance gone wrong was their story.  A boy who couldn’t support her.  Abortion was a no-no for them so Irene was due soon to be a teenaged mother.

Of course, there was also the story of her younger sister, Lucy, now sleeping just down the hall from where he sat.  After her fortunate miscarriage she was on the pill but being neglected.  His other three schoolgirls, Belinda, Ingrid and the lovely Janice, were keeping him busy, sexually.  Bob poured another drink and sat back again, reviewing that situation.

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Grade School Grazing

Chapter 9

Unprincipled Uncle

Bob had a great capacity to live with guilty feelings.  He felt guilty about devirginating his lovely, young niece but he managed somehow to live with the guilt and continue fucking her firm, long-legged body.  He felt guilty, too, when they discovered that she was pregnant but he continued screwing the compliant teen. 

During that same time he had looked more closely at his other niece, Lucy.   In the past few months he had noted how she was blossoming. Almost thirteen now, Lucy's breasts had begun to become prominent. Not large, exactly, although on her short, twelve-year-old body they looked pretty big. She was a bit on the plump side but it was mainly baby fat, which would evaporate in the next year. And she was cute, although she looked at him oddly, a lot of the time.

Lucy, as she neared thirteen, was worldly for her years.  This was partly because her school friends were, for the most part, precocious and modern youngsters and several of them had become sexually active as much as three years ago.  Perhaps because she was a late developer, Lucy remained a virgin.

The other reason for Lucy's premature worldliness was Irene's closet.  She'd watched her aunt with her uncle and once with another man.  Now since her aunt had left, she watched her uncle and her sister.

The first time she saw them she had been shocked.  Irene had been going to their uncle’s bedroom quite often and Lucy had asked her one evening why she went there.  Worldly though she was, the twelve year old never considered the possibility of her sister having sex with Uncle Bob.  They were watching videos on the television in his room was her sister’s response but Lucy didn’t quite believe her.

Lucy had used the ‘hole in the wall’ in Irene’s closet to watch her uncle and aunt having sex since before Irene found the peephole.  As soon as Irene went to their uncle’s room that night, Lucy went to the closet.

Wow!  She couldn’t believe it.  Her uncle and her sister were both naked on the bed but the twelve year old couldn’t figure out what they were doing.  Her uncle was on top of Irene but they were backwards, his feet at the head of the bed and Irene’s at the foot.  Her uncle’s head was between her sister’s widely splayed legs and his crotch was over her face.  Were they kissing each other there?  Lucy got a squirmy feeling in her belly and her hand slipped down to rub her rapidly moistening pussy.

Twelve-year-old Lucy was angry.  Angry with Irene and with her uncle.  She felt left out.  It wasn't fair.  She began massaging her young pussy while she watched and listened to them.  Suddenly her cousin pulled away and rolled over on her back.  "I want you in my cunt, Uncle Bob. Fuck me there. Please?"

"But Irene? It isn't safe? I don't have a condom?" Lucy watched as her uncle's cock swayed before her eyes.

"It'll be alright, Uncle Bob.  I want it. Please?"

Lucy's uncle disappeared into the bathroom, and then reappeared and he lay down on top of her cousin.  "Oh yes, Uncle Bob.  That feels soooo goood.  And I haven't felt you go off in me for ages."   Irene's long legs twined with her uncle's and, as Lucy watched, sick with jealousy and hot with excitement, she saw her uncle fuck her cousin.

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"I'm sorry, Lucy. I asked for two beds but all they have left is this room. It's a big bed though, so it'll be OK."   Bob hadn't asked for two beds.  Not that he really planned for something to happen, but?

They had just delivered Irene to Bob’s sister’s home, a two-day drive, and were on the way back.  Irene’s pregnancy was becoming visible but little Lucy didn’t know about it.  They had told her that Irene was going away because of some unspecified special school meeds.

"That's OK, Uncle Bob."  Lucy felt a tingling of anticipation. Was he going to fuck her, too, like he did Irene?  "Anyway, you're my uncle, so it don't matter."

They had a room service dinner and Bob even let his niece have a glass of wine. She was a cute, little thing, he thought. If she wasn't so young, maybe she'd be like Irene. "Do you want to get ready for bed first, or should I?"

"You, Uncle Bob. Then you can hide your head while I get ready. 'Cept you don't hafta hide your head."

Bob went to the bathroom, washed, and then got into bed, peeling off his T-shirt as he did so.  "OK, Lucy. Your turn."

Lucy went to the bathroom.  What if Uncle Bob tried to fuck her?  She'd heard the girls talking and they said it was better to let a man do it first because he knew what to do.  And if Uncle Bob fucked her like he was fucking Irene, she wouldn't be left out.  The young juvenile felt between her legs.  It was making her wet, just thinking about Uncle Bob and Irene.

Bob peeked from under the pillows when his juvenile niece came out of the bathroom.  God!  She was only wearing panties.  Flimsy ones, at that.  She had nice tits, too.  Like big grapefruit, and damn near as hard, too, it looked.  He knew because he did all the buying that Lucy had begun menstruating almost a year ago so her development was not unexpected yet he was still a bit surprised that this child was beginning to look like a woman.

"Boy. I'm sure a long ways away from you, Uncle Bob."  With the covers up around her neck, Lucy looked across the wide bed at her uncle.  "It's cold in here. Can I snuggle up to you?"

"Well? I guess so, Lucy.  For a few minutes, anyway?"  She was too young! And she was his niece!  But she had tits as big as many women's? And Irene was his niece, too?  It was tempting.

Little Lucy slid across, under the covers, until she was pressed right up to her uncle.  "Put yer arm around me, Uncle Bob. Help me get warm."  She pushed her firm, naked breasts against his side and draped a short leg over his thigh as she snuggled close to him.  Was she too young for him?  She didn't feel too young.  If Irene could do it, then she could, too, couldn't she?  Lucy rolled over a bit more so her adolescent sex was pushing against her uncle's hard thigh.

Bob was conscious of every curve and protuberance of his young niece's body.  Her breasts felt full and warm against him.  Her sex, the hot region between her thighs was burning his leg.  His hand slid down to cup her bottom, a firm, well-rounded prominence, and he held her.  Lovely, he thought.  But she's only twelve.  And she’s my niece.

It was wonderful.  Did Irene feel this way?  She was safe and protected by her uncle's big body.  Lucy squeezed her legs on his and rubbed her juvenile sex against his hard thigh.  It felt better than her hand, there.  Was this how Irene got him?

Soon he'd have to make her move to the other side, Bob thought.  Unless? Was she really old enough?  Irene was older that first time, but?  He didn't really know about young girls' sexualities, did he?  Perhaps she'd even been fucked already?  From what he'd read lately, girls began fucking when they were as young as ten?  And he kept hearing rumours about some of the girls in his Grade Seven class.

What would it be like? Lucy moved her leg, and then jerked it back. She'd touched it!  She peeked out from under the covers.  Yes!  She could see the sort of tent over his middle.  It was big, like with Irene.  He did want to do it.  He wanted to fuck her!

Was she teasing him?  She'd mover her leg against his erection, then pulled it away?  Bob felt her leg move again but, this time, she didn't pull it away. She was pressing her warm leg against his prick.  He moved his hand until it was on her breast.  The tip was hard.  It was like a little bullet.

Bob wasn’t battling his prurient leanings very hard.  Not as much as when he'd yielded to his sixteen year old niece's temptations.  Little, twelve-year-old Lucy wasn't being as direct as her sister had been, but she seemed to be inviting more than an uncle-niece snuggle. And she had to know what her leg was pressing against.  He could feel the wet slickness of the crotch of her panties against his thigh and she was sort of riding his leg, like a horny dog does.

How would Uncle Bob do it?  Would he just roll over on top of her and put it in?  Or would he want her to get on her hands and knees like she'd seen him do Irene, last time.  She wished he'd do it and get it over with.  Unless he wasn't going to?  She pushed her sex closer against her uncle's hard thigh.

Bob had his hand around his niece's hard, young breast now, rubbing his palm over the jutting nipple. He flexed his thigh muscle where it was pressed between her legs and he could feel the moisture through the thin, silken material.  Irene wasn't tight like she'd been when they started.  Lucy would be, though, even if she'd already been fucked.  Did she have any hair on her pussy yet?

Uncle Bob's eyes were closed and he was acting like he was sleeping but young Lucy was pretty sure he wasn't.  Did he know what he was doing to her, rubbing her bub like he was and moving his leg against her pussy?  What would he do if she put her hand on his penis?  How had Irene got him to do it, the first time?  Somehow, Lucy sensed that her older sister had been the one who started it with him.

Maybe she's asleep?  I wonder if I can get my hand on her cunt without scaring her?  She's definitely wet.  If I can get her hot enough, she'll be easy.  Bob was no longer battling his conscience.  It was almost a week since he’d last fucked his pregnant niece, Irene.  His balls ached and his cock throbbed at the thought of being inside this underaged girl.  But he had to be careful.

Lucy's little hand snaked slowly up under the covers until it just brushed her uncle's hard erection.  She felt it jerk but he didn't move away.  Did he want her to do it but was afraid to ask?  She opened her hand and wrapped her fingers around the hard, hot cylinder, at least as far as her short fingers could reach.

Yes. She's asking for it.  I wonder who got her started?  Bob slid his hand down under the waist of her panties and, when his progress was stopped because her young pussy was welded to his thigh, she backed away.  Yes!  She was wet and incredibly soft.  He probed the smooth, fat fleshrolls and the young girl shifted position as if to give him better access. He found her hard, little clitoris and rubbed it, feeling her hand squeeze his cock in response.

Lucy had masturbated a few times but, even when she was watching her uncle fuck her sister, it had never felt this good.  In docile compliance she let him roll her onto her back and pull down the sheets.  He was tugging down her panties and she arched her plump hips to help him.  Now she'd be as close to him as Irene.  Maybe she'd be closer?  He must've planned to fuck her.  He hadn't been wearing any clothes at all.

Lucy was looking up at him, now, a serious, almost suspicious look on her pretty face.  Her high, hard young breasts were heaving, her breathing ragged, as he squeezed the firm melons and rubbed her little clit-trigger. He'd wait until she was just about ready to cum before he fucked her.  Then, even if she were scared, she'd be excited enough that she'd be easier. Bob moved over her, kneeling between her short, widespread legs and bringing his cock up to her hairless, young pussy.

An electric thrill shot through her twelve-year-old loins when her uncle's hot, hard prick parted her swollen labia and pressed against her clit. It was even better than his finger, the smooth, slick knob sliding excitingly over her erect, little nubbin.

Lucy's eyes were closed now.  Well, almost closed, anyway.  Was she looking down to where his cock was rubbing her fat, hairless cunt?  Was it time to put it in?  Bob directed the tip of his cock a fraction of an inch lower and pushed into the heat of her vaginal mouth.  The girl's head tilted back slightly as if she was acknowledging that she was about to be fucked.  The narrow, elastic orifice expanded like a soft, rubber ring around the thickness of his glans as he pushed deeper.  And then he felt the obstruction.  Oh God yes!  She's a virgin.  Like her sister was.  Bob felt only a predatory anticipation with no trace of guilt for what he was about to do.

It didn't hurt.  Not yet, anyway.  The twelve-year-old virgin tensed as she felt her uncle's organ begin its lewd journey.  Then Lucy felt discomfort.  Not pain, really, more an ache than a pain.  Was that her cherry?  Had he broken her cherry?

Bob paused just at that critical point when his niece's eyes opened and she looked at him almost accusingly.  Would she tell?  Bob was beyond caring. Her hard, young tits were thrust up, her short legs wide apart and her plump, hairless pelvis tilted by her prominent ass.  Placing his hands on her unmoving hips, he thrust and felt the fragile barrier tear around the head of his cock as, her hymen ruptured and her vestal blood added to the juices from her juvenile excitement and welled up around his cock.  The narrow corridor of her unused passage was stretched and dilated as the man's cock began its firm, relentless penetration of her young body.

"Nyeeeeech!"  Lucy's squeal of pain as her hymen tore was not loud but it gave her uncle a lascivious feeling of triumph.  She was well lubricated so, although the fit was extremely tight, his triumphant defiling of his niece's juvenile body proceeded easily until he was lodged to the hilt in her hairless, young quim, her cervix pushed aside by his invading manhood.

"Oowww...oowwwt...take it oowwwtt!" the little twelve year old cried in the shock of feeling her juvenile sheath so suddenly expanded.  Her short frame quivered and trembled against her uncle's much bigger body and she wondered why her sister would ever want this.  There was relief as he slowly withdrew, and then the soft, pliant walls of her vagina rippled aside again as her uncle's member began its second plunge into her underaged passage.

"It's OK, Lucy. It's only going to hurt for a moment."   Bob hoped he was right.  Maybe she was too young?  Too small?  This time, though, as his hips came to rest on hers with the grasping mouth of her tight, little pussy wrapped snugly around it, he felt a lessening of the vise-like grip on his shaft.

Lucy closed her eyes and endured the discomfort as her uncle slowly reamed her unused, underaged vaginal canal but, each time, it was less unpleasant. The friction on her clitoris and the smooth-stretched walls of her cunt was now sending hot tingles and thrills up into her belly. He was right. It didn't hurt now.

Bob slowly screwed his little niece, writhing his hairy chest against her hard, upthrust tit-mounds, grinding his hairy pubis against the smooth softness of her fat, hairless young cunt and he felt the tiny muscles inside her fleshy, young cunt begin to nibble his lust-inflated glans.  As he ground against her, the base of his cock rubbed her throbbing clit and the clasp of her thighs on his hips relaxed.  Her short, plump legs opened wider and his hips moved closer, his cock reaching even deeper into her soft, tight fuckwell.

It was good. Lucy knew now why her sister liked it.  Did Uncle Bob like her as much as he liked Irene?  She felt, then, a frantic pulsing up inside, a wave of sensation that surged through her loins.  Then another. And another. Each hotter than the last.  Her hips, of their own volition and without conscious thought on her part, rolled in response to her uncle's slow fucking of her young cunt.

Oh yes!  She'd been old enough, Jack thought with relief as he felt the youngster move.  Her short, awkward little jerks and heaves were not the smooth undulations of her long-legged sister's body but their very artlessness made them even more thrilling.  He picked up tempo then, fiercely assaulted her tender cunthole, and he felt her fleshy, young sheath contract.

"Aahhh...Aaannhhh...Aahhh," the girl's hot breath erupted in a series of long, slow sighs.  "Unh unh unh unh," she suddenly panted and he felt the muscles of her inner passage ripple along the length of his deeply buried cock as she jerked and bucked beneath him.

"Did that feel good, Lucy? Do you like being fucked?" Bob paused, propping his upper body away from his niece's upthrust, young tits, so he could regain control.  She was tighter than her sister had been, even the first time, but she was four years younger than Irene had been, too.

"Uh huh. It was cool."   Lucy looked down to here her uncle's cock was spreading the soft fleshrolls of her pussy and she felt him flex it inside her. "Do yuh like doin' it to me, Uncle Bob? Fuckin' me?"

"Very much, Lucy. Especially if you like it." He began fucking her again, savouring the cock-skinning grip of her juvenile passage and watching for her reaction.

"Do yuh wish I was bigger? Like Irene?"

"You're just right, Lucy.  And you're nice and big here," and he squeezed her hard-fleshed breasts, "And little and tight down here...in your cunt."

"It sure hurt at first, Uncle Bob.  But it don't now.  Can yuh?  Like?  Go faster?  Fuck me faster?"  The young girl felt, already, a resurgence of the wonderful sensations in her loins

Bob's heavy balls bounced in the crack of his young niece's ass as he rode her twelve-year-old body and then he felt her vagina give a warning twitch.  He couldn't last much longer.  The muscular passage contracted and he heard his young niece utter a long, breathless moan as she convulsed again in climax.  As Lucy's warm asscheeks flexed with the extremity of her orgasm, they applied a gentle tug to his sac that triggered his own climax.

Bright lights flashed before the young girl's eyes and she pushed up to her uncle's hips as she felt the deepthrust pole swell even bigger within her.  It jerked, bucked, and then she felt the spurting wetness as he erupted way up inside her unprotected, young cunt.

With a groan of relief, Bob grabbed his niece's firm, flexing ass-globes and pulled himself into her as far as he could reach.  Not since his naked cock exploded into Irene's hot fuckwell, six days ago, had he been serviced and now, after the erotic delight of breaking his underaged niece's cherry and fucking her to two orgasms, his testicles were loaded to maximum.  He spurted into the tight channel, with gushing, viscous jets, feeling his semen flood her and extrude through the narrow annulus between his bucking cock and her spasming cuntwalls.  His lust incited to new heights by her youth, her demolished virginity and the lewdness of his actions, he emptied himself completely into her tight, underaged cunt.

"Are you OK, Lucy? Are you mad at me?"

"Uh, no. I guess not? I didn't know it was going to hurt like that?"

"Does it still hurt, Lucy?"

"No. How long you been doin' this...fuckin' Irene?"

"What makes you think I ever did this to her?" Bob was strangely aroused by the girl's question. Had she seen them? Had Irene told her?

"I been watchin' you do it, Uncle Bob. Are yuh gonna do both of us now, when she comes home?  Fuck me'n her both?"

"Let's keep this a secret. Just the two of us, Lucy."  Irene would be mad, he was sure.  And he'd like to have the two of them, if he could.  His wilting tool began to swell again within the cum-flooded confines of his twelve-year-old niece's cunt and he began, slowly, to fuck her limply compliant body again.  Her youth and the lascivious triumph of breaking her cherry were giving him the virile stamina of a teenager.

Three times that night he jetted his sperm up into his niece's compliant cunt and many more than thee times her juvenile body was wracked by orgasm.

But that was many, many months ago.  Now, Bob’s reverie had produced a raging erection.  Was Lucy still awake?

Lucy was indeed still awake.  She was in love.  She was enthusiastically and totally in love as only a twelve year old can be.  He was fifteen and shy and she hadn’t got past first base with him.  She lay there trying to masturbate away her frustration.  How was she going to tell Uncle Bob, and she had to tell him because Timmy wanted to take her out tomorrow evening.  Bracing herself, she went to the living room.

“Hi, Uncle Bob.”  Golly, he has a hard-on.  It’s more than two weeks since he’s done me.  I wonder if he’s doin’ girls in school?  Anyway, it’ll be easier to tell him about Timmy after he fucks me.  He’s always easier then to get stuff from.

“Oh!  Oh, Hi Lucy.  Didn’t know you were still awake?”  Damn, she’s getting big.  He could see how the big t-shirt she wore, one of his, hung like a loose tent from her outthrust breasts.

“Yeah…I was just lyin’ in bed, thinkin’.  Looks like you been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ too, Uncle Bob.” And she slipped her hand quickly under waist of his lounging pajamas to grasp his erection.

Bob reached out and placed his hand on her bare hip under the tented t-shirt.  With the practice of experience Lucy climbed onto her uncle’s lap as he lowered the recliner chair to an almost horizontal position.  This was not the first time that the chair had served as a sex-couch.

Kneeling astride him, Lucy pulled down his pajamas to free his penis.  Then, she straddled him, her ripe, young body positioned just above the upthrust shaft.  She raised her arms to let her uncle remove the t-shirt and bare the rest of her ripe, young body.

Bob lay back on the nearly horizontal chair to savour the delightful feel as his niece impaled herself on his cock, slithering down on his upstanding cock like it was a greased pole.  She had grown in the last year in body as well as experience.  Her breasts were now the size of honeydew melons and on her short frame they looked even larger.  Her hips were wider now, perhaps because of her brief pregnancy and her vagina no longer had the cock-skinning tightness of the early fucks.  Not like little Ingrid although now, after five fabulous sessions with the willing youngster, she was fitting him inside with ease, her vagina adjusted to his immoral invasion.

They fucked wordlessly.  The girl raised her hips from her uncle’s until his cock almost escaped the snug grasp of her soft cuntlips and then she lowered herself until she could feel the invading spear disturb the innermost reaches of her juvenile passage.  She pushed down then, rotating her pelvis and grinding against the man’s pubis, agitating her throbbing clitoris as she sought release.  What would it be like with Timmy?  Would he want to do it?  She tried to imagine that it was he, not Uncle Bob inside her.

Bob could tell from the way his niece was breathing that she was close.  He was also.  It as hard to believe that she was so young.  She rode him with a skill that belied her years.  He caressed her big, firm breasts and stroked her flanks as her movements became jerky and erratic.  As his explosion became imminent, he pulled her down hard, arching up to bury the last millimeter of cockmeat in her juvenile depths.

“Yuh...Uh…Uhncle Bob…Yunh!” Lucy gasped as the hot waves of orgasm washed over her writhing hips.  All thoughts of Timmy were lost in the immediacy of her release and, as the spasms abated, she felt her uncle’s shaft jerk and buck inside.

The girl’s juicy passage contracted and took Bob over the edge.  She jerked and jittered, then slumped down but he grabbed her hips, moving her back and forth, using her spasming cunt like a masturbating tool.  He groaned as the fire in his belly became a lava-hot flood in the young girl’s cuntsheath and, still manipulating her body, he used her to empty his well of lust.

“So, Lucy, what were you thinking about?”  Bob lay back as his young niece rose gingerly from the shaft that had impaled her, and then pumped his sperm up into her juvenile womb.

“Uh…like…there’s a boy?”  Lucy spoke hesitantly, not sure how her uncle would react.  “And…like…he wants me to go on a date with him.  Can I?  Like, it’s just to a movie?”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that, Lucy.  But you can’t stay out too late.”  Bob felt a bit of relief.  With his other choices his occasional beddings of his niece had become as much a duty as a pleasure.  Ironic, he mused, duty-fucking a twelve-year-old girl.

“Oh, thanks Uncle Bob.  You’re wonderful to me.”  Now all I have to do is get Timmy to ask me out.  I wish he wasn’t so shy.

She went back to her room while Bob poured another drink and relaxed, pondering the potential problems of his little niece having a real boyfriend.  He really ought to change his profession before his lecherous excesses were found out.  But what else could he do?  Then he slept.

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Grade School Grazing

                                      Chapter 10

                                 Lucy Learns Love

Her first date with Timmy had been a disappointment for Lucy although it would not have been for most twelve-year-old girls.  They had gone to a movie but, even though she’d leaned close to him and pressed her thigh suggestively against his, the fifteen-year-old boy hadn’t made a move.  They went to a small sidewalk café instead of the local teen hangout and had cokes (Pepsi for Timmy).  Lucy would have preferred the teen hangout but the boy knew he’d be accused of cradle robbing if his classmates saw him with young Lucy.  Timmy had talked a lot but it was impersonal.  He closed up tight as soon as Lucy tried to find out more about him.

That night, after his date with lovely, little Lucy, Timmy fucked her.  He fucked her in the only way he’d ever fucked any girl, the way that young, teenaged boys fuck girls all around the world.  He lay on his bed and, eyes closed, he stroked his penis while he imagined that his hand was Lucy’s hand and her mouth and her cunt until he couldn’t stand it any more.  He grabbed a tissue and, with slow strokes, he milked his hot, viscous semen while he dreamed that he was pumping it into the ripe depths of the girl’s blossoming, young body.

Would she be too little for him?  Wiping away the last dribbles of gism, Timmy examined his penis.  He knew it was bigger than any of the other boys he had seen.  Timmy was not very big in stature, only about five feet, eight inches tall and slight of build.  The still rigid rod that he held in his hand was more than seven inches long but, because of its thickness, it looked shorter.  And, on his diminutive frame, it looked even larger than it was.

Timmy was an athlete.  His chosen venues were wrestling and swimming although he was also a pretty good shortstop on the High School baseball team.  All was not well with him, though.  Despite its larger than usual size, Timmy’s penis appeared small, especially after swimming.  In its normal, non-erect state (although it was erect often enough that one might question which state was normal) it was only a couple of inches of what appeared to be wrinkled skin.  He had been teased about this so much that he tried to avoid being seen naked.

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Timmy was walking home with Lucy after his swimming team practice.  He didn’t question how Lucy happened to be outside the gym when practice was over but she was there because she had plans.

“Timmy, will you help me?  Like, I got a test next week and I need help with Shakespeare.”

“Uh, sure Lucy, but I wasn’t very good with his stuff.  When did you want me to help?  And where?”

“Can you now?  I mean, like, we’re almost at my place.  You can come in and help me now.  Will you, Timmy?   Please?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess so.”  Timmy hoped he could control himself with the little twelve-year-old girl.  God, she looked cute with her two pigtails and those big grapefruit outlined under a sweater that was too small for her.

The boy didn’t have to be concerned about controlling himself with Lucy.  Anything but.  Her Uncle Bob wouldn’t be home until late so she would have Timmy all to herself for as long as he’d stay.  And Shakespeare wasn’t the spear she was interested in.

They sat close together on a narrow bench in Lucy’s bedroom at her study desk.  Timmy wasn’t a big boy but he was still much taller than his less than five-foot tall companion.  He was intensely conscious of the ripe, young body that was pressed to his side and the precocious fullness of her breasts and thighs belying her pre-teen status.  The boy’s arm was draped over her shoulder, his hand dangling close to but not quite touching the swell of her high, full breasts.  His mind and body were in turmoil.  What would she do if he made a pass at her?  How could he start?

Little Lucy was also in turmoil.  She really liked Timmy.  He was so gentle and shy.  How could she get him to do something without acting like a slut?  She read aloud another passage from the play, and then turned to face him.

“Golly, Lucy, you’re pretty,” Timmy stammered, his voice choking from nervousness.  She was looking right at him; her full, red lips moist and slightly parted and he leaned in to plant a kiss on her pretty mouth.  Would she push him away?

“Mmmm,” Lucy purred as the boy’s firm mouth covered hers and her arms went around his neck.  Good.  It was starting.

A paralyzing, electric thrill shot through the boy’s body when the young girl’s mouth opened under his and her hot tongue thrust into his mouth.  My God!  He’d never felt anything so exciting.  Her soft lips moved against his, her tongue writhing and probing and her arms went around him, hugging him close.  In the huge shock from her response he lost his balance on the narrow bench and they toppled together to the floor.

Lucy clung to her boyfriend even as they tumbled and then they were sprawled on the carpet, her short skirt high up around her hips and his hands moving awkwardly and excitedly over her bare thighs and up under her sweater.

There were no words, their mouths locked in a wet, passionate kiss.  Timmy’s hands were filled by the girl’s marvelously big and firm tit-globes and he didn’t even notice that the girl had squirmed around and unfastened her brassiere to make her bare flesh accessible.  Was she going to let him?  He held the springy-fleshed melons gently, delicately, as if he was afraid they’d break.  The hard, blunt-tipped nipples tickled the palm of his hand and, as he rubbed them, Lucy’s hot breath gusted into his mouth with excited gasps.

The girl hung on tightly to the boy’s neck as he stroked and squeezed her breasts.  They felt to her as if they were swollen to balloon size and hot thrills radiated outward from them, going down to the pit of her stomach.

Timmy was so agitated that he wasn’t aware when the girl’s arms released their stranglehold on his neck and she pushed down her skirt and panties.  His caressing hands moved lower on her writhing body across her round, little belly to the curve of her hips.  Her flesh was like warm velvet under his touch and then his hand was dipping between her loosely parted thighs and he almost fainted when he felt the hot, moistness of her pussy.  He had never felt anything as soft or as slippery as Lucy’s tender, young cunt and her gasp of pleasure when he probed the pulpy folds told him that she liked it.

Her hands were helping him as he wriggled out of his jeans and then she was holding his wrist, not pushing him away but pulling his hand harder against the wet flesh mass as she moaned and writhed in passion.

“Hanh…Unhh…annh,” Lucy panted as the hot spasms of orgasm engulfed her adolescent loins.  Her thighs locked tightly on the boy’s wrist and she humped her ripe, young hips like a puppy humping its master’s leg.

The fifteen-year-old boy could only guess at what was happening.  Did girls cum like that?  Was Lucy cumming?  His jeans were down now and his pulsing penis freed from their constraint.  And then, as her legs fell away from his wrist and she slumped back beside him on the floor, Lucy’s warm hand moved across his bare hip towards his cock.

Like a turtle retracting its head at the threat of danger, Timmy’s organ shriveled and seemed to draw right up into his body.  Oh God!  Oh No!  His embarrassment was acute, even greater than in the shower room after swimming.  What would she think?  He was sick with shame.

Lucy had that feeling of comfortable well being that comes after an orgasm but she wanted more.  She wanted to give herself to the beautiful boy, to have him inside her ripe, young body.  As her hand moved across his hip seeking the instrument of her desire she felt him tense and twist away.  Glancing down, she was chagrinned for she did not see the white column she expected but only a small, shriveled nubbin.  Oh No!  He thought she was too young.  He thought she was a little girl.  He didn’t want her.

Only twelve years old but with all the wiles of a woman abut her, Lucy came to her knees and bent towards Timmy’s groin.  “I’m sorry Lucy.  I just…like …I can’t help it,” the boy groaned, sick with shame at his inadequacy yet aching with desire for the sexy youngster.

Lucy was not a novice cocksucker.  She’d learned initially by watching her sister Irene suck their Uncle Bob and on many occasions had followed her sister’s example.  Now, kneeling between the boy’s widespread legs, she bent close, seeing the string of colourless fluid that dripped from the loose, wrinkled foreskin.  With thumb and forefinger she lifted the small, soft appendage and her tongue licked the dripping tip.  The boy’s hips bucked and his groan of pleasure confirmed that there was hope and that she could overcome his seeming belief that she was too young.

Timmy couldn’t believe what was happening.  He looked down to where his twelve-year-old companion was servicing him with her pretty, full-lipped mouth and he felt the blood rushing back into his traitorous organ.

Little Lucy sucked the soft bundle of thick skin into her mouth, her pebbled tongue skillfully laving the sensitive tip.  Her reward was immediate.  With a thrill of accomplishment she felt the flaccid flesh mass twitch and then swell.  In a matter of seconds her mouth was filled and she had to back off as the hugely expanding fuck-muscle bumped the back of her mouth.  Her soft lips were stretched in red-rimmed O as she managed to continue enclosing the massive girth of the boy’s rampant tool and she held it with both hands, unable to span its mouth-filling circumference.

The inexperienced fifteen-year-old boy moaned with pleasure and he lay there, luxuriating in the intense delight of having his virgin cock sucked by the enchanting, little sexpot.  His painfully aching balls felt like balloons between his legs and he felt the unmistakable signal of imminent climax.

Both hands holding the thick, rigid pole, Lucy sucked the mouth filling staff, drawing in until it bumped the back of her throat, then pulling away until only the tip was between her lips.  Soft, slushy noises sounded from her mobile mouth and her hands pumped the thick cylinder.

“No Lucy!  No!” Timmy gasped a chivalrous warning.  “I’m gonna go off! You’re making me cum!”

“Mmm Hmm…Mmm Hmm,” the precocious young girl murmured in assent and she gently hefted his swollen lust-eggs as her head bobbed.  She felt the huge, hard pole swell and jump between her tautly stretched lips and her lower lip felt the sudden expansion of the little tube in the underside of the boy’s cock.  “Glunngh,” Lucy gurgled when the first blast of viscous semen gushed into her mouth but she didn’t pull away.  Her mobile lips and tongue worked hotly on the bucking, spurting meatshaft and wet, slurpy sounds added to the incredible salaciousness of the moment.

Timmy moaned in ecstasy.  He felt as if the little twelve year old was sucking fluids from the farthest reaches of his body, her little hands squeezing and milking his gism into her hotly sucking mouth.  As the hot pain of orgasm washed over him, the teenaged boy felt a marvelous contentment.  A satisfaction that was followed immediately by worried concern.

“Your uncle, Lucy?  When does he come home?”

“Not for hours, Timmy.”  Lucy moved above her boyfriend and her mouth, slimy with the unswallowed remnants of his ejaculation, covered his.  Could he do it to her now?  Would he still be able to?  It didn’t matter.  She could wait another day.  She was sure now that he’d be willing.

He liked the feel of the girl’s warm hips on him and then she was tugging his t-shirt up so that her firm breasts were also against his bare skin.  The taste of his semen that drooled from Lucy’s hotly kissing mouth into his was not unpleasant and it made him hot to think of this luscious creature letting him go off in her mouth.  His hands wandered over her lush curves from her waist to her hips and her firm buttocks, savouring the velvety texture of her smooth skin.

Lucy’s hands were busy too.  One moved caressingly over Timmy’s shoulders and back and in her mind she compared his youthful firmness with her uncle’s softer flesh.  She liked what she felt.  Her other hand snaked between their bodies, seeking and finding what she sought.  He was still hard and she’d just sucked him off.  Conditioned to the slower rejuvenation of her uncle’s mature body she was not expecting her new lover to be ready so soon but her fingers told her there was no doubt.  She wouldn’t have to wait until tomorrow to fill the empty void in her adolescent loins.

“Uh, Timmy?  Uh, would you like to…you know…make love to me?”

With a grunt that might have meant anything, the boy wrapped his arms around the little girl and rolled with her until she was lying beneath him.  Oh God!  She was asking him to fuck her.  She wanted it, too.

Experienced far beyond her years, the ripe twelve-year-old beauty pushed his chest up from hers and she grasped his huge, thick tool with both hands.

“Oohhh Timmy…You’re so big,” the girl murmured as she fondled the rock-hard cock that projected out like e thick tree trunk from the forest of pubic hair.  “Go easy, Timmy…don’t hurt me.”

The boy felt an added rush of pleasure.  She hadn’t done it either he mistakenly assumed from what she’d said.  He looked down at her completely naked body.  Sometime, while they’d been petting and writhing after she’d sucked him off she’d shed her skirt and sweater.  Her breasts stood out from her chest like two round melons tipped by crinkled aureoles and thick nipples.  Her hips flared out from her waist and, centered below her slightly rounded belly was the almost hairless bulge of her pussy, the fat lips spreading slightly from the swelling of her arousal.

 Lucy could not have been more ready for this moment as Timmy closed the distance between his loins and hers.  His foreskin was slightly peeled back to expose the tight pink flesh of his cockhead and, holding the long, thick staff with both hands, the girl stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of her open slit.

Each stroke opened the petals of Lucy's flowering cunt a bit further and smeared her moisture over the head of Timmy's dripping cock.  Finally, she positioned the head of his cock directly before the mouth of her vagina and, bending her legs, she levered her young pelvis upward, tilting herself for penetration.

The fifteen-year-old boy was too excited to wonder at the young girl’s knowing ways.  He was conscious only of the wonderful sensations being imparted from her mushy, slippery cuntflesh.  Instinctively Timmy applied the beginnings of the slow forward thrust that would fill Lucy’s pulsating twat like it had never been filled before.  They both moaned with pleasure at the first passage of the tip of Timmy's cock past the open petals of Lucy's cunt and into her oft-fucked but still pre-teen vagina.  Lucy's passion- engorged sex lips parted slightly as the tip of Timmy's cock slipped between them.  More and more open they grew as they wrapped themselves around Timmy's big thrusting penis.  Further and further her cunt stretched open around the head of Timmy's cock as the coronal ridge passed beyond the tightly ovaled ring of her cuntal opening and the long, hard shaft began to slide into her body.

His hand had never felt like this.  Timmy’s world stood still as he pushed slowly into the softly clasping tunnel.  A yielding, elastic ring of flesh that gripped him tightly even as its wetly lubricated inner walls made entry easier was engulfing his throbbing tool.  He looked down at the little girl spread so openly under him.  The sight of her full, young breasts, her shapely hips and especially the fat, cock-spread cuntlips gripping his tool incited him to a higher sate of lust.  He rammed home the last two inches of his thick-girthed cock, stretching the girl’s inner passage to previously unknown dimensions and bumping fiercely against the deep hardness of her cervix. 

 Lucy moaned with satisfaction as she felt the boy’s mammoth organ open and fill her.  There was a huge pressure as the stout fleshpole expanded and dilated her tender passage, smoothing and stretching the slick walls and producing a magnificent fullness inside her.  “Hunngghh!” she grunted loudly when Timmy crammed the last inches of his cock into the very bottom of her twelve-year-old cunt.  Her breathing quickly became laboured as the hugely endowed boy began to fuck her, his cock sliding slowly from the depths of her cunt to a point just barely nestled between her cunt lips and then back into her again.

Timmy only knew that he had never felt anything as exquisite as Lucy's tight little adolescent cunt. She was so warm and soft and wet and snug. The way Lucy's tight little twat lips held and caressed the length of his shaft as he slowly slid his hard cock in and out of her receptive little body exceeded his expectations of how good fucking would be.

 Lucy wrapped her short legs around Timmy's thrusting body as she clutched herself to him.  Though already stretched as far apart as she could spread them, Lucy tried to part her legs even further to relieve the stretching pressure from the boy’s oversized organ.

“Timmy…Hannh…Timmy…do you like me?”

“You’re wonderful, Lucy…I love you,” and at that moment he truly did.

“You’re so good…Hanh…have you done it...hanh… before?”

“Nah…no…you’re the first,” the boy grunted as he felt pressure building in his heavily swaying balls.

“Yunh…me too,” Lucy lied.  “I love you too, Timmy,” and as his thrusts became deeper and faster Lucy responded with her own more desperate thrusting against Timmy's hard, driving cock.  Her breasts rocked and shuddered as Timmy's pile driving piston flew back and forth within her, reaching depths that her uncle’s ordinary sized cock had never reached.  Lucy ground her clit against the base of Timmy's cock and felt her own release shudder through her.  “Hannh…Yesss,” she cried out as her belly convulsed in hot, earthshaking spasms and her legs flopped out, jerking loosely in the throes of climax.

When the twelve-year-old girl’s lush body suddenly twisted and writhed under him and a crescendo of breathless whimpers sounded from her throat Timmy felt her hot passage contract on his plunging tool.  Just as the voluptuous shakes and clenches of her delicious cunt reached the zenith his prick began to throb. He felt the searing, flaming burst of his virile semen as it fought its way from his fully recharged testicles through the convoluted passage of his system to explode into the depths of her adolescent cunt.   In his lust, he jammed her ass to the floor and hunched out his driving need, pumping his potent sperm into her womb.  Her sheath was still clenching and quivering around his cock when he slowed, panting heavily, his sweaty chest dropping to her beautiful, high breast mounds.

Lucy panted and moaned as the after-shivers of her relief shook her legs, arms and shoulders and she lay contentedly under her teenaged lover, a feeling of delicious satiation pervading her young, well-fucked body.

Breathing had from the exertion of his frantic, final strokes, Timmy lay heavily on top of the quivering twelve year old, reveling in the satisfaction of the moment.  He felt as if her young cunt had taken all of him inside, his exhausted balls resting in the crack of her ass, his cock soaking in the flood of gism he had drained into her.

“Oohhh Timmy…that was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever known,” Lucy sighed.  And it was.  She’d had many orgasms during the months that her immoral uncle had been ploughing her receptive, little body but this one had the added excitement of romance for she was in love.

Even a virile fifteen year old is not indefatigable and, after being so thoroughly depleted by young Lucy’s educated mouth and tight-muscled twat Timmy’s cock slowly deflated.  He lay quietly on her docile body until his limp, shrunken tool slid out of her cum-sodden vagina.  When the plug was removed a thick trickle of gism leaked from her flooded interior to leave a large stain on the carpet.

“Do you have to go?” Lucy asked, as she remained on her back, her legs still widespread and the evidence of her boyfriend’s semen visible in the narrow split of her battered, young vulva.  “Uncle Bob won’t be home until late?”

“Yeah…it’s supper time.  They’ll be expecting me.”  Timmy was suddenly nervous.  What if he’d knocked her up?  “Uh…we better be careful, Lucy?  I’m kinda scared we might’ve…like…you know…made a baby?”

“It’s OK, Timmy.  I’m on….” And Lucy’s voice trailed away as she realized she couldn’t tell him she was on the pill or he’d know he wasn’t her first.  “Like, it’s a safe time for me…and I think I can get the pill…that is, if you think you might want to make love to me again?”

“Oh yes, Lucy.  Of course I do.  I could get some condoms but if you cab get the pill, that’ll be a lot better.”  As Timmy pulled up his jeans he felt a resurgence of desire for the sexy, busty little girl.  But he had to go.

Lucy didn’t even bother to go to the door with her boyfriend.  She was happily lethargic, her body feeling heavy with the lake of semen that her new boyfriend had pumped into her yet an empty void remained where his huge, thick fuckpole had stretched her twelve-year-old vagina in every dimension.  And she could hardly wait until tomorrow when, she hoped, he would once again scratch the sexual itch in her hungry twat.

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Grade School Grazing

                                      Chapter 11

                                      Shameless Siblings

“Y’know we’re damn fools, Bob.  We could go to prison for what we’ve done.”

“Yeah, Jack, I know.  We’re crazy.  Thank God the school year is almost over.”

Jack Allen and Bob Best were sitting in a dimly lit bar having drinks together.  Although they taught at the same school it was a large school and they hadn’t been friends.  At least they hadn’t been until Betty Gibson had seen eleven-year-old Ingrid on her knees in Bob’s office sucking him off and she’d written about it.

“What are your plans for the summer, Bob?  Are you coming back here to teach again next year?”

“I guess I won’t be back here, Jack.  It’s too dangerous.  I’m checking out a private tutoring job for the summer and I may go back to university in the fall. How about you?”

“Likewise as far as teaching here again next year.  What’s happening with your nieces?”

“Irene has a baby boy.  I’d like to marry her but you know, she’s my niece, so that’s out of the question.  I’m just hoping she can find a nice guy, a better one than I, and marry him.  I’m trying to stay away so I don’t get attached to my son.  Kind of makes me hate myself.   But Lucy has a boyfriend now so that’s off my mind.”

“I think I know what you mean, Bob.  Bonny is due this summer but she doesn’t want to marry me.  She says she can’t marry a man she can’t trust.  How about the others?  Janice and Ingrid and all?”

“I’m a lucky guy.  Janice is wonderfully easy to get along with.  She believes everything I tell her.   And Ingrid…well, she’s too naïve to understand.  I think it’s a good thing that Belinda moved away, though.  She was too talkative.  How are you making out with Diana and Betty?”

 “God, Bob, Diana is superb.  She does everything I ask.  But it’s getting to be a bit boring.  Betty…now that’s a different story.  She wants to know everything so she can write about it.  I’ve shown you some of her stuff.  It’s good, isn’t it?”

“I’m not sure?  The fact that it’s written by a thirteen-year-old girl makes it difficult to read objectively.  One thing we know for sure though from what she’s written is that we’re not the only teachers who have been taking advantage of their schoolgirls.”

The new friendship had been a bonus for both of the unprincipled, amoral schoolteachers.  They were able to discuss their amours openly in the knowledge that each of them was equally vulnerable to legal action.  They were, in some respects, no more mature than the girls they were taking advantage of.  Like teenaged boys, they speculated about the nubile youngsters in their classes.  Which ones still had their cherries?  Which ones had already spread their legs?  Was this one or that one old enough yet?  But, despite the way they talked, both of them had limited themselves to their small harems of teen (and pre-teen) lovelies out of fear of discovery.

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Linda looked across the Grade 8 classroom at her twin brother.  Why did God have to play such a cruel trick on them?  Why had he made her such a big horse of a girl while Jason was a trim, little pony?  She knew he wanted to be bigger and she wished she were smaller.  And why had God made him so smart and her so stupid?

Jack was looking too, but only at Linda.  God, it was hard to believe that she was only fourteen, not even quite that.  She wasn’t a beauty, not facially, anyway, but she had other attributes that made up for it.

“Linda?  Have you finished your assignment?”

“Uh…not quite, Mr. Allen.  I’m having trouble with where the decimal place goes?”  Lou made fun of her at home because he could do arithmetic without even trying and she couldn’t seem to grasp the fundamentals.

“Bring it here, Linda.  I’ll try to help.”  The girl and her twin brother were a bit older than most the others in his Grade 8 classes.  It was because they moved around a lot in her brother’s case; this was their third school this year and they’d only been here for about ten weeks.  In Linda’s case however, the only reason she was in Grade 8 was that her previous schools never left anyone behind.  She was a very slow learner.

Embarrassed at being singled out for attention the big fourteen-year-old girl took her notebook to the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom.  She was acutely conscious of the way he was looking at him and, with what she had learned in the past month, she was embarrassed by what she believed him to be thinking about her.  Embarrassed, but it made her feel good too.

Damn, that was one big girl Jack mused as he watched her walk stiffly up to his desk.  Must be about five feet, ten inches?  Legs are kind of heavy but long and she has the width of hips that you wouldn’t fall off of.  She must be a forty-four DD, too, and she needs a better brassiere to hold them in place.  I bet they really jiggle when she’s getting fucked.  If she’s been fucked?  Yes, I think she has.  Wonder if she got enough?  She’s a big girl.

It took only a minute to show the girl where she’d gone wrong in her calculation but after he’d done that he was sure she still didn’t really understand.  She seemed to try hard but the mental capacity just wasn’t there.  He’d hoped he could avoid doing what he had to do today but Linda’s latest demonstration of being out of her depth in Grade 8 made it necessary.

 Back in her seat, Linda finished her assignment and then looked over at her brother Jason.  And Jason was looking at the girl in the row ahead of him, to his left.  Linda felt a pang of jealousy when she saw the glint in her brother’s eye.  Betty Gibson was a lot prettier than she and she wasn’t a horse, either.  Kind of plump with big tits and she knew that her brother liked tits.  Oh well, after all he was only her brother, not her boyfriend and she couldn’t expect to have him all to herself forever.  But the past two months had sure been special.

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Despite the discrepancies in size and intelligence (or maybe because of it) Linda and Jason had always been close.  This was likely due also to the fact that their single-mother was seldom at home.  She worked as a waitress, sometimes in a restaurant but since the twins turned ten she usually worked in a Cocktail Lounge, which meant that she was never home in the evening.  They were each other’s best friends. 

They’d never known their father, which is not unreasonable since he’d only met their mother once, the night he impregnated her.  They had not had the advantage of a two-parent upbringing and their busy, working mother had not had time to teach them the fine points of behaviour that society expected from people.  She had, however, taken them to church every Sunday and the twins had gained an appreciation of how Christians are supposed to live.  Jason was an avid reader and he’d supplemented the church training with knowledge of other social mores and had passed this knowledge on to his sister.  But he had also applied his own practical interpretations to what was right and what was wrong.  As a consequence he and his twin were free and outspoken with each other even though, with outsiders (and their mother was an outsider) they spoke and acted like model children.

Linda and Jason didn’t take advantage of their freedom to run around in the evening but stayed home.  Linda didn’t do much except listen to music and watch TV.  Jason was a bit of a computer nerd, especially since they moved here and his mother agreed to get him a high-speed connection.

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“Can I come in, Jason?”  It was seven thirty P.M. and Linda was bored.  Nothing on TV and Jason had been in his room, door closed, since their Mom had gone to work.  She’d taken a shower and now, with a flannel robe covering her otherwise naked body, she wanted something to do.

“Uh…no…not right now,” Jason said quickly and then, changing his mind, he said just as quickly, “OK, you can come in but you gotta keep a secret.”

Linda liked secrets.  She and her twin brother had lots of them.  But none like what he was about to share with her.  His bedroom, like hers, was sparsely furnished with a bed, a study desk and a chair.  But Jason’s bedroom was dominated by his computer or, more specifically, by the 19-inch monitor.  Right now all that Linda saw on that monitor was a picture of an old airplane.  That didn’t look like a secret.

High-speed Internet had enabled Jason to browse like never before.  His tastes were catholic (though not in the religious sense) and he looked for information on all topics and read newspapers from around the world.  Mostly, however, he looked for sex.  Now, with his high-speed connection, he could download whatever turned him on in a fraction of the time he had formerly needed and his hard drive was now the repository of a glut of pictures of nude heterosexuals with many of them likely as young as he or younger.  

“C’mon…sit beside me on the bed.”  Jason moved the table so that they could sit side by side on the bed and see the screen.

“Yeah, OK Jason.  What are you gonna show me?”

“This!” and with a flick of the mouse he brought up on the screen a picture of a girl sitting and facing the camera.  The girl was completely naked with her legs spread astride a man’s thighs and his thick penis was partly inside her, her hairless labia spread and the hood over her clitoris visible.

“Oh!  Wow!”  Linda was more surprised than shocked by what she saw even though she’d never before seen anything like it.  “Is she fucking him?  Is she too young to have hair on her pussy?”

“Yes, she’s fucking him and no, she isn’t too young.  She’s shaved her pussy.  I guess a lot of men like to see hairless pussies.  Do you have hair there?”

“Yeah…since a couple of years ago.” They’d never talked about sex but, with their open relationship, the fourteen-year-old girl was not in the least embarrassed or reluctant to talk.  Since before they knew what the body parts really were they’d also been using the crude words that describe them.  “I thought she ought to have hair there.  She looks like she must be eighteen, at least.”

“She probably is, Sis, but this one isn’t.”  Jason brought up an index on the screen and then pointed the mouse indicator at a name.  The big screen was suddenly displaying a cute, smiling, flat chested youngster who couldn’t have been more than eleven years old, if that.  She looked almost proud of herself as she sat astride a man, part of his hard penis buried up in between the wide stretched lips of her hairless, little cunt.  For the next thirty minutes Jason showed his sister a succession of obscene images, men with huge cocks fucking women of varied ages and sizes in every position imaginable.

Linda had a squidgy feeling in her stomach like she got when she played with her pussy.  She’d discovered masturbation about a year ago and now, most nights that’s what she did right after she said her prayers.  She wondered if she ought to do it before she said her prayers because some people said it was a sin and then God could forgive her right away.

At first Linda didn’t notice it when Jason put his hand on her leg; she was too engrossed in the images on the screen.  Her sub-conscious must have been aware, however, as his fingers stroked and caressed the tender inner flesh for her knees spread farther apart to give him access.  Her robe too came open until her brother couldn’t avoid seeing her huge, naked breasts even if he wanted to, which he didn’t.

“Jason?  What’re you doing?”  It was a simple, straightforward question.  Linda thought she knew but she wasn’t sure.

“Can I?  Like?  Feel you?”  His fingers had almost reached his goal.  He was at the juncture of her heavy legs with her broad hips.

“Uh…is it all right?  I mean…like…would Mommy mind?’  She really wanted to find out what it would feel like to have somebody else’s fingers on her pussy but she was also a bit concerned about right and wrong.

“Probably, but if we don’t tell her she won’t know.”

“Uh…like…can I feel you, too?  Linda had seen how her brother’s undershorts were tented and she wanted desperately to see if he looked like the men in the pictures.

“Sure Linda.  I want you to,” and Jason quickly slipped off his shorts.

“Oh Golly, Jason.  It’s so hard!”  The girl reached down to touch the white cylinder that projected up from her brother’s groin.  She was a bit disappointed that it wasn’t as big as the ones in the pictures but it looked like it would probably fit inside easier.  Of course she knew he couldn’t ever put it inside her because he was her brother.

Jason, inexperienced except for what he’d read, cupped the fat, furry nest between his sister’s widely spread legs.  Cautiously he began a slow massage of her pussy and, as she pushed her hips upward responsively, he became bolder, and probed with his fingers.  He was surprised at how wet and slippery her pussy was and its softness was the most exciting thing he’d ever felt.  The wetness and the pulsing of her pussy told him that his twin really didn't want him to stop.  She had her hand wrapped tightly around his cock but she wasn’t pumping it and right now that was OK with him.  He didn’t want to go off until he’d played with his sister for a while.

As her brother moved his finger between the lips of her pussy, Linda began a slow pumping of her hips in rhythm.  Her breath was now escaping in panting grunts as she felt herself being taken higher and higher towards the release of orgasm.  It was much more exciting than when she did it to herself.

Jason’s other hand was exploring his sister’s abundant titflesh, hefting and squeezing their heavy fleshiness and the thick, rubbery nipples.  Was he going to make her cum?  Her face was flushed and she breathed like she’d been running a fast mile.

Linda was close to sensory overload.  All of her senses were tuned to every little nuance, and she was aware that everything was adding to her arousal.  The sound of her own panting moans and Jason's bright, excited eyes looking at her nakedness, the feel of his hand on her breasts and, most of all, the delicious massaging of his hand on her crotch, and the musky smell that was emanating upward from her pussy all served to excite her more.

When Jason felt his big twin sister pumping her hips madly and clutching his hand to her aroused pussy he knew she was close.  His finger easily found her clitoris and when he rubbed it, Linda crashed towards climax.  Her pussy was pumping, and his fingers felt the opening and closing of her cuntmouth as if it was trying to draw something inside and, when he slid a finger into the virgin portal, it was the final push that she need to climax.

The big girl fell back from her sitting position, her thighs locking around her brother’s hand as she bucked and writhed in the throes of her climax.  Her brother rubbed her pussy, flinching as her hand squeezed his cock so tight that it hurt.

“Wow!  That was fab,” Linda panted as the convulsions of her climax abated.  “Did you?  Like?  Did it happen to you, too?”

“Not yet, Linda.  You’ll know when I cum?”

“Like, how?  What do you mean, cum?”

“That’s what they call it when you have an orgasm, Linda.”  Jason liked being able to teach his sister things and this was especially pleasing.  “You had an orgasm or a climax but it’s also called ‘cumming’…or sometimes for a guy it’s called ‘going off’.”

“Are you going to?  Like, cum?”

“Yeah…use your hand, Sis.  Just kind of hold me…no…not so tight… and pump it up and down.”  The teenaged boy lay back as he guided his sister and she leaned forward over his waist, her hot eyes gazing at the hard fleshtube she held in her hand.

It didn’t take long, less than a minute before Jason felt the tightening of his scrotum signaling his own climax.  He began to fuck up into his sister’s loosely pumping hand and he groaned as a shudder shook his frame.

Linda felt her brother’s cock jump in her gently grasping hand and she held it tighter.  Suddenly a spurt of white, viscous gism erupted from it to splash hotly on her pendulous breasts.  She jerked away in surprise but didn’t release her grip on the bucking, spitting tool as more of the creamy effusion gushed out to roll down over her hand.

“Oh!  Oh Jason?  Did I do that?”

“Hanh…annh…no, Sis.  It’s only guys who do that.”

“What is it, Jason?  Like, the stuff that shot out?”

“That’s semen, Linda.  It has my sperm in it…that’s what would make you pregnant if I shot it inside you.”

“You mean?  Like?  If you fucked me and did that inside I’d have a baby?”

“Yeah, you could.  But lots of times it doesn’t happen.  I guess you have to be at the right time in your…you know…between periods.” “Oh.”

Linda didn’t really understand but, lethargic after the most satisfying climax she’d ever had, she didn’t really care.  He wasn’t ever going to fuck her anyway.  He was her brother.

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“Is it all done, Linda?”

Linda suddenly snapped to when she heard her teacher’s voice.  She looked up, blushing.  “Uh…uh, yes Sir.  I think so?”  Boy, what would he think if he knew what she was really thinking?

“Well, don’t go to sleep on us, Linda.  Before you go home today, will you come by my office, please?  I have something for you to take home to your mother.”

“Sure, Mr. Allen.” She was glad she didn’t have to stand up.  She was so wet between her legs that she likely had a damp spot on the back of her skirt.  And, looking down she could see her nipples outlined through her blouse.  Mr. Allen was looking at them, too.  Did he ever think about fucking the girls in his class?  He was kind of old but he was big and sure good-looking.  As her teacher went back to his desk at the front of the classroom, Linda’s mind drifted off again into silent reverie.

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For the next three nights Linda and Jason explored each other’s bodies and gave each other marvelous orgasms.  But, great though it was, Jason wasn’t satisfied.  His sister’s big, busty body and her incredibly soft, pulpy cunt was too much for a fourteen year old boy to resist, incest or not.  On the fourth night, when Linda came again to his room, he was prepared.

Linda now walked around unashamedly naked when they were home alone in the evenings.  Tonight was no exception.  She didn’t like being so big but at the same time it gave her a feeling of power to be bigger than her brother.  “C’mon little brother.  I want some more of you know what,” she said with a smile as she flopped down on his bed and reached out for him.

“Just a minute, Sis.  I want to show you some stuff.”  He slipped one hand between her widespread thighs and hefted one of her heavy breasts with the other.  “ Would you like to do it?  I mean not just with our hands but for real?”

“But?  But, you’re my brother?  We can’t, can we?”

“Yeah, we can…lots do.”

“Are you sure, Jason?  I thought it was…like…against what the Bible says?”

“Read this,” and Jason flicked the mouse to bring up some text on the screen while, at the same time, he found and titillated his sister’s already erect clitoris.

Linda’s big body responded to her brother’s intimate exploration while she read the story on the screen.  It was about a teenaged boy and his pre-teen sister and, page-by-page, a tale of easy seduction unfolded until the boy’s twelve-year-old sibling surrendered to her brother’s blandishments, let him break her cherry and was rewarded by her best-ever orgasm.

The story wasn’t especially good but, when combined with her brother’s expert fingering, it unleashed a deep hunger in Linda’s adolescent loins.  She held his hard cock tightly and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the big (to her inexperienced eyes) fuck tool up inside.  It was frightening but, excited by Jason’s delicate stroking of her sex; her fear was subordinate to her burgeoning desire.

“Are you sure, Jason?”  The big girl let her brother push her down on his bed and she lay unresisting as he mounted her.  “I’m scared.”

“You want to don’t you, Sis?”  Jason was almost beside himself now with lust for his big, buxom sister.  He levered her long, heavy legs apart with his knees and positioned himself between her thighs.  Lifting her knees, he spread her thighs wide so as to have unfettered access to her soft, fat vulva.   Linda lay under him, her head tossing from side to side and her body jerking in passion and fear.

“But…it’s so big?  Will it fit?”

Lowering himself, Jason placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her   unused tunnel, and moved his hips forward just enough that the head of his cock was firmly embedded in the snug mouth.

Eyes closed, Linda was panting in anticipation and fear.  She could feel Jason kneeling between her legs and as he moved forward, the shifting of his weight almost caused her to cry out.  She was ready, oh so ready for him, she knew.  But she was still frightened of the pain and the unknown.  She opened her eyes and looked down at their bodies, now almost joined, she saw the threatening projection that jutted out from his groin,

"Oh Jason . . .. Feels so . . . big. . I'm scared . . . of being hurt . . . Oh . . . no . . . I can't . . . do . . . this . . . Yyeeesss . . . there . . . that's right. .. I feel . . . you now . . .. Oh . . . it's . . . soo-o-o . . . big . . .” Linda chanted as her brother held his cock, moving it between her fat cuntlips and into the mouth of her vagina.  “Ohh yesss . . . It doesn't . . . hurt. It feels . . .. Good.  Jason . . . darling . . . move it . . . That's right . . . like that . . . is the . . . best . . . Deeper now . . . oh . . . that’s . . . gooood . . . What's that . . . You're hurting me . . . oh . . . stop . . . Faster . . . oh . . . faster . . . I’m . . . Gonna Cum . . . cumming . . . Don't . . . stop . . . faster . . . faster . . ..  Oo-o-o-h-h-h-h."

Flat on her back under her brother, Linda’s big body still controlled the action.  As the teasing of her genitals continued her whole being became concentrated in the boiling whirlpool between her legs and as her climax neared she believed she was being fucked.

Jason fought to hold back his climax.  His sister’s moaning response was intensely exciting as he pushed past her fat labia and collared his bulbous knob in the mouth of her cunt.  From her gasping words he knew she thought he was already fucking her but, and as her big frame trembled with imminent orgasm, he pushed harder.

With that thrust the boy’s cock to hit against and stretched his sister’s virgin barrier.  Linda felt it stretch and a sharp ache suffused her lower body.  She didn’t understand.  Why was it hurting now?  In fear and pain, Linda moaned.

"Jason, it hurts too much . . . Oh . . . please . . . it hurts . . . I don't want . . . to stop . . . but . . . it hurts . . . too . . . much to go on . . . Please . . . Jason... Stop  . . . Help . . . me, oh . . . help . . . me. . Oh . . . it hurts."

Feeling more pain than passion, Linda writhed under the onslaught of her brother’s pressure and moaned in pain and fear as Jason continued the assault on her unusually tough hymen.  He reached his hand between her thighs, and when he had found her clit with his finger, he began to stroke it in rhythm with his thrusts into the mouth of her pussy.

The renewed teasing of her clit caused Linda's hips to jerk in response and, before she was aware of what was happening, her hips were moving in rhythm with his and the probing of her pussy was growing less painful.  As the girl’s passion mounted, she became aware that the only thing that was important was not the pain, but rather the filling of her pulsating cunt by his cock.  She knew that he was not yet filling her all the way.  Moving her hips to meet his thrusts, she cried out in want and passion:

"Jason . . . cumming . . . now . . . Yes . . . harder . . . deeper . . . Oh-h-h-h-h . . . don't stop . . . “the big girl panted as the pressure in her belly rose to a height she’d never before experienced.  “Yes . . . more.  It hurts . . . oh . . . hurts . . . so bad . . . want it . . .deeper . . . fuck me-e-e-e-e."

As the writhing fourteen year old girl cried out her demand she placed her feet flat on the sheets and levered her broad pelvis upward with a fierce heave of her hips.  Her brother’s hips were moving down at the same time and, as their bodies meshed she felt a fiery pain in the center of her being as she impaled herself upward on Jason’s virgin cock and he demolished her maidenhead. 

As Linda cried out in pain, her pussy grasped and pulled at this invader.  Linda felt as if she was being torn in half, but yet with each passing moment, the important thing was the feeling of being filled and the rising passion that she was feeling.

Jason thrilled to the heavenly feeling as his pulsating prick was surrounded by the pulpy snugness of the girl’s ravished passage.  He drove in as far as his cock could reach and her long legs rose to wrap around his hips, trying to draw him in even deeper. Brother and sister were now as close as they ever could be, a closeness not condoned by either God’s or man’s laws but in the heat of their juvenile passion it didn’t matter to them.

Linda could feel her brother’s balls sliding up and down in the crack of her ass as he began to thrust and withdraw.  As she felt the onrush of her climax she panted and babbled, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as she ground fiercely against his hardness.

"Oh Jason . . . Oh . . . I feel you . . . .Yes . . . move now . . . In all . . . the way . . . Oh-h-h-h . . . that's good . . . Deeper . . . . Go deeper . . . Yes-s-s-s-s . . . that's the . . . place . . . Oh . . . Jason, faster now . . . deeper . . . and faster . . . I’m cumming . . . I feel . . . You . . . moving . . . and jerking . . . Oh . . . yeesss . . . All the . . . way . . . now . . . now . . . now . . . Uh. . Uh . . . uh . . . uh . . . no-o-o-w-w-w Jason."

With a final upward thrust of her hips and tightening of her leg-grip, Linda tried to draw her brother deeper inside and her big body trembled and vibrated as she strained up at him.  Her tunnel grasped at him in a futile attempt to draw him into the yawning depths of her writhing frame.

It was as if his throbbing tool was being squeezed softly by a thousand marshmallow fingers and the fourteen-year-old boy was in Heaven.  His potent, pent-up lust cream jetted from his bucking fucktool to flood his sister’s convulsing channel.  Locked to her by her arms and legs he couldn’t move but her squirming, squeezing passage milked successive torrents of his virile gism into the churning depths of his twin sister’s fuckwell.

“Oohhh Jason…Oohhh God,” the big teen moaned as her arms and legs relaxed their stranglehold on her brother.  “That was . . . like . . . incredible.”

“Yeah…but . . . Oohhh Sis . . . What if I made you pregnant?” Jason asked in a frightened voice.  In the aftermath of his first fuck he felt remorse.  This was his sister and, along with feeling guilt for committing incest, he also felt as if he’d taken advantage of his slow-witted sibling.  “When was your last period, Linda?”

“About a month ago, I think?  I’m about due now.”  Linda did not share her brother’s feelings of guilt.  Enervated by the most momentous climax of her young life she lay twitching and jerking beneath him, knowing that fingers would never again satisfy her.  “I loved it, Jason.  I wanta do it again.”

“We can’t, Linda.  It’s wrong…and it’s dangerous.”  The boy pulled his deflating tool from his sister’s cum-flooded receptacle and a trickle of blood appeared when the opening was unplugged.

Linda sat up and, as a red stain appeared on the sheet, she giggled, “It’s OK, Jason.  My period is starting now.  We don’t have to worry.”

And they hadn’t worried.  Since that night, after Linda’s period had ended, they had fucked almost every night except for a few days during her vulnerable time.

Linda was brought back to the present when the bell rang signifying the end of classes for the day.  Grabbing her books, she started for the door and then remembered she was supposed to go to Mr. Allen’s office.

“Thanks for coming, Linda.  Have you and Jason always been in the same class?”  God, what a body!  I bet she’ll damn near breaks a guy’s back when she gets those legs around him.

“Yes, Mr. Allen.  And he’s my best friend, too.”

“Well, Linda, I have a little note for your parents…your mother,” Jack corrected himself, remembering that her registration showed only one parent.  “Tell her I can talk to her about this in more detail if she needs more information.”  He passed a sealed envelope to the girl.

“What’s it about, Sir?  Is it about me being…you know…kind of slow?”

“I can’t tell you, Linda.  But you’re a good schoolgirl.”  Just not a good student, he thought to himself.  He felt a stirring in his groin as he watched the girl’s big buttocks roll enticingly when she walked from the classroom.

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Being held back didn’t bother her particularly but Linda dreaded the thought of being in a different classroom than her brother.  There was a sense of security in being able to look over and see him and sometimes he managed to give her signals when she was in trouble with her schoolwork.  After their mother left for work they’d steamed open the letter from the teacher that night last week when she’d brought it home.  Since then she’d been distraught.  Every night she sought solace in her brother’s arms or, more accurately, with Jason inside her hungry cunt.  She even wanted to do it when it wasn’t safe but her cautious brother wouldn’t take the chance.  And for the past three nights he’d stayed late in the school’s computer room.  He was working on a special project, he said. 

“Hi Sis.   I’m home.” 

Linda looked dully at her brother.  Why did he look so happy?  Would he fuck her tonight?  It must be safe now.

“I think I solved our problem, Sis,” Jason said as he put down his books.  “I think I know how we…you can change Mr. Allen’s mind about holding you back.”

“Honest?”  A warm rush of joy filled the big, young girl.  “How?”

“C’mon to my room,” Jason said with a smile as he took a diskette from his backpack.  “I have something to show you.”

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Grade School Grazing

                                       Laying Lustful Linda

                                            Chapter 12

Linda had been bemoaning her coming classroom separation from her brother Jason when he arrived home from school.

“Hi Sis.   I’m home.” 

Linda looked dully at her brother.  Why did he look so happy?  Would he fuck her tonight?  It must be safe now.

“I think I solved our problem, Sis,” Jason said as he put down his books.  “I think I know how we…you can change Mr. Allen’s mind about holding you back.”

“Honest?”  A warm rush of joy filled the big, young girl.  “How?”

“C’mon to my room,” Jason said with a smile as he took a diskette from his backpack.  “I have something to show you.”

She followed her brother to his bedroom and sat beside him on the bed while his computer booted.  Then he slipped the disk into the A drive.  Jason fast-forwarded through some text, and then paused to let her read.

Julie lowered her slender, twelve year old body down onto the man's huge cock.  The bulbous, purple knob parted the soft, smooth lips of her thirteen-year-old pussy, then pushed through the pink, inner labia to enter her hot, wet cunt.  Her mouth opened wide as she felt her young, hungry cunt being stretched by her teacher's huge cock and she felt like he was going to split her apart.  “I love you Mr. -, fuck me please. I want your huge cock in my cunt!" she wailed as the huge cock filled her cunt like a big hand fills a small glove.  Her teacher's huge cock was right up through her hugely stretched cunt and into her belly and it gave her a feeling of complete ecstasy to have the huge cock in side her cunt.

“Did you write that?  Is that what your project is?”  Linda was a bit angry that he’d write about a girl so unlike herself as Julie and at the same time wished she’d had the feeling of being a small glove with a big hand in it.

“No, I didn’t write it but it’s sort of my project.  Betty…you know, Betty Gibson wrote it.  I managed to see her password yesterday and I used it today to see what’s on her files.”

“Wow!  Her Dad’s a minister, too, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the best.  She must’ve forgotten some stuff in her desk and I found her Diary.  That’s how I know what we can do so Mr. Allen won’t make you stay back next year.”

“Oh?  Like, how?”  Linda felt better than she had since her teacher had sent the letter home and she rubbed her leg against Jason’s.  She was suddenly warm all over and she wanted him.

“Read this stuff I Xeroxed from her diary, Linda.  Then you’ll know.”  Linda took the pages from her brother and began to read the neat handwriting.

Dear Diary – Wow!  What a day!  Now I really know what to write about.  First, I’m not a virgin any more.  And second, I know what a real big penis looks like.  And, even better, I know how it feels.  But I’m going too fast.  It started out kind of bad.  Mr. A saw some of the stuff I write and he said he was going to tell Daddy.  That really scared me, at first.  Then I realized that what he really wanted to do was to make love to me.  No, that’s not right.  He just wanted to fuck me.  And he did.  He hurt me a lot, at first, but what came after was so good that he can hurt me that way any time if he gives me the rest.  He’s BIG!  I mean, like, sure he’s tall and all that but his penis is just absolutely HUGE!  I thought he was going to split me wide open with it but once he got it in it was the most wonderful thing I ever felt.  Of course I wonder if maybe a littler one would have made me feel that way too?  I don’t think so, though.  I think he’s been doing it to some of the other girls, too, but I don’t care.  ……..

By the time Linda finished reading the excerpt from Betty Gibson’s Diary she was as wet as if she’d been the one being fucked.  Her hand was on Jason’s rigid tool and she was wondering if Mr. Allen was really much bigger than her brother.  And she was sure that the Mr. A in the diary was Mr. Allen.

“So, Sis, all you have to do is show this to Mr. Allen and tell him you’ll let other people see it if he doesn’t let you go on to Grade Nine with me.”

All the while that Jason was on her, in her, Linda was wondering just how full Betty had felt.  Was Mr. Allen really big?  Did it matter?  Could he scratch that deep itch that she felt even when she had Jason as far into her as he could reach?  She wanted to find out.

“I’ll do it tomorrow, Jason.”  Linda lay naked beside her brother, her body still twitching after a session that was enhanced by Betty’s writings.  But she wasn’t planning to just use the Diary as a lever.  If Mr. Allen fucked her then for sure he wouldn’t be able to make her stay in Grade Eight.

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It was Friday afternoon and the school was essentially empty.  Classes had been let out early so everyone could go to the ball game because the school baseball team was playing for the county championship.

Jack relaxed in his windowless office, feet up on the desk and a glass of bourbon within easy reach.  Drinking alcohol in the school was strictly forbidden, he mused, but no more forbidden than some other things he did.  At least now he had his libido under control.  Diana and Betty were keeping him satisfied with occasional assistance from the very pregnant fellow-teacher, Bonny.  Then he heard the firm knock on his office door and he slipped the glass of bourbon into the desk drawer before going to open the locked door.

Linda was a bit nervous, but not very.  Although she was not especially bright, she was not at all shy and, on the few occasions when she talked to someone other than her twin brother, Jason, she was direct and open.  Today, however, she wasn’t quite sure how she should proceed even though she knew exactly what she wanted.

Last night she had stayed up until late and only got to bed just before her mother arrived home from work.  She had read and re-read the copy of Betty’s diary that Jason brought home and she’d read the stories that Betty had written.

“Oh?  Linda?  How come you’re not at the ball game?”  Jack opened the door, surprised to see the big fourteen-year-old girl.

“I’m not a baseball fan, Mr. Allen.  And I needed to talk to you.”  Linda sat on the edge of the hard sofa noting with satisfaction the way her teacher was looking at her.

Jack was definitely looking at her.  Studying her.   She was wearing the school uniform kilt and it was obvious that there hadn’t been one long enough for the big, tall girl.  The hem barely reached mid-thigh on her long and heavy but shapely legs.  When she sat she took no care to keep it down so her legs were bare almost to her crotch.  Had he bent down to look he would have seen also that his oversized Grade Eight pupil wore her kilt like a Scots bagpiper and had no panties on under it.  He quickly sat down beside her to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

“How can I help you today, Linda?”

Not very smart in some ways, Linda had a built-in sensor that confirmed for her that her teacher wasn’t thinking of her as a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl.  She’d prepared herself carefully for this visit and just before knocking on his office door she’d gone to the bathroom and removed her panties and her cheap brassiere.  Drawing back her shoulders to lift her large breasts she said in a firm voice, “I want to be in Grade nine next year so I can be with my brother.  You have to promote me or….” And she left the sentence unfinished, waiting for her teacher’s response.

“Or what, Linda?  You know that you’d be better off by staying behind so you know enough to get to Grade nine.”

“I wouldn’t be better off.  And anyway, it doesn’t matter.  I want to be in the same class as Jason.”

“I’m sorry, Linda.  I have a responsibility here and if I let you go on with Jason I’ll be delinquent in my responsibility.”  Jack had difficulty keeping his mind on what he was saying.  Before he sat down her long, shapely legs had occupied his total attention but now it was her breasts that were commanding his interest.  Her uniform blouse was a simple blouse and, like her kilt, it was a bit on the small side.  It looked as if the third button from the top, which was the first one that was actually buttoned, was about to pop.  Bare under the blouse, Linda’s sensitive nipples had reacted to the gentle rub of cotton and had sprung to imposing erection.  The teacher could not take his eyes off the stimulating sight

Seeing how the older man, her schoolteacher, looked at her body sent a thrill of pleasure through the big fourteen-year-old girl.  She was sure already that it was going to be easy to get him to change his mind about promoting her.  Glancing down at his crotch she saw also an impressive bulge.  

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?”  It was more a statement of fact than a question.

“My God, Linda!  What do you mean?  You’re only fourteen!”  What was going on?  Was this a set-up?  He moved away from the big, young girl.

“Yeah…and you’ve fucked girls younger than me.  I bet the School Board would be very interested if they knew you’d been fucking Betty, wouldn’t they?  And I’m bigger and older than she is.”

“No…you’re wrong.  I didn’t.”  Jack wanted desperately to grab the girl’s big, jiggly tit-melons but her accusation scared him.  How did she know?

“I know a lot about you, Mr. Allen.  And if you won’t promote me I’m going to tell my mother that you fucked me.”

“She won’t believe you.” Jack choked out his protest and watched entranced as the girl began to unbutton her blouse.

“When I tell her you made me do it and busted my cherry she’ll believe me because she knows I never went out with any boys.  Are you going to do what I’m asking?”

“Oh God, Linda?  No.   She’ll find out you’re lying…that you’re still a virgin.”

“But I’m not, Mr. Allen.  And she’ll never believe that it was Jason who fucked me.”

Was she telling him the truth?  Had she fucked her twin brother?  “All right, Linda.  I’ll put you in Grade nine but you’d better go now.”

“Why don’cha fuck me, then?  If you’re gonna do what I want because I might say you done it, then you might as well fuck me.”  As she spoke her huge, unbrassiered jugs came tumbling out in all their naked opulence.  “I saw how you looked at me, Mr. Allen.  I know you wanted to see my tits.”

Dangerous though it was, Jack surrendered to the young girl’s lewd advances.  Almost reverently he slipped his hands under the heavy fullness of her magnificent mammaries and hefted them, his thumbs rubbing the rubbery projections of her long, thick nipples.  Leaning closer he covered her soft mouth with his, noting the awkward way her lips parted to his thrusting tongue.

Linda had been fucked but she’d never been kissed.  Not sexually kissed, anyway.  When her teacher’s mouth thrust into hers she uttered a soft whimper and then, as he mauled her breasts, she responded by sucking on his hot, mobile tongue.

Jack fumbled with the fastening of the schoolgirl’s kilt and, still returning her teacher’s kiss, Linda helped.  The woolen garment opened and, with his shameless student essentially naked, the unprincipled teacher eased her big body off the sofa to the hard, carpeted floor.

Linda lay there, her belly churning with anticipation, watching her teacher push down his pants and shorts.  “OH!  Oh Mr. Allen!” she gasped when his mammoth member came into view.  “Your cock is so big!”

Jack was, as always, pleased by the girl’s admiring exclamation although somewhat surprised by her crude words.  Kneeing her long legs wider apart, he knelt over her open, receptive body.

“You’re a big girl, Linda.  You need a big cock.”  He looked down lustfully at the oversized schoolgirl with her huge, wobbly tits and her wide hips.  Lowering his hips he nudged the soft, swollen lips of her bushy sex, noting that the girl was watching as intently as he.

“Hee hee,” Linda giggled nervously.  “Go easy, Mr. Allen.  You’re a lot bigger’n Jason.”

Jack spread the girl's long legs further apart.  He looked at her swollen pink-fleshed labia with their crown of curly, black hair as he lowered body on top of hers, pressing his cock head at the entrance to the big girl's cunt.

The girl’s body stiffened apprehensively as he began to push his massive member into her fat, pulpy twat.  Her breathing gusted from her throat in sobbing gasps, as she felt her teacher push into her, looking down at their connection with a kind of awful wonder at the size of the man’s cock.

Any hope Jack might have had that he was about to get a virgin disappeared when the girl’s long legs lifted and her broad hips tilted with the practiced motion that comes only from having been fucked.  Her soft cuntmouth stretched snugly around the bulbous knob of his tool and he savoured the sensations.  Not a virgin but she was new to him and he looked down lustfully at her big, shapely body as he pushed deeper.

Linda gasped, and stiffened as she felt her teacher’s monstrous cock stretching her pussy walls wide.  The sensation to the overheated young teenager was wild.  It didn't hurt at all except for a pleasant ache, a different feeling than when Jason was in her.  She lay motionless as she felt the man’s huge raging cock going deeper and deeper like a sexy snake, slithering into her well-greased cunt.  Her heart pounded violently in her chest from erotic excitement.

Jack heard the girl’s breathing get puffy and shallow as he continued to push his cock into her. Her long legs, bent at the knees, cradled his hips as he slowly penetrated the soft tightness of her adolescent twat.  She was looking up at him, her eyes wide, her jaw slack, and her big body limp.

“Aahhh. . . Oohhhhh. . . Unnhhh. . .” Linda moaned and sighed.  The feeling of having her pussy stuffed with her teacher’s huge pole was so sensational that she never wanted it to go away.  She felt his cock push so deeply up into her body that it was as if the head of his prick was lodged in her stomach.  Her big body was bloated with the hot sensations that filled her, and caused her to tremble hotly.

Jack placed his hands on his young student’s voluminous tits and used them as handles to keep her from sliding along the floor as he made a fierce, final lunge to bury the last two inches of his gargantuan penis in her tightly clasping channel.  He felt the hardness of her cervix and heard her strangled gasp when he pushed past it to complete his penetration of her firm-fleshed frame.

A whole new variety of sensations coursed through the big fourteen-year-old girl as her teacher’s cock filled her juvenile cunt.  Linda felt as if her twat had developed a life of its own.  As the huge stiff ramrod moved in and out of her flesh, her cunt began to accommodate his cock more easily.  Her pussy flesh seemed to ripple around the massive prick, and each movement, each twitch of her sex flesh added more hot pleasure to the overflowing well of her sexual bliss.

“Yunh…Yesss….Yunh….Yesss,” the girl chanted in time with the thrusts into her tortured twat.  A loud cry, “Huuunnnnggghh!” exploded from her when her schoolteacher’s plumbed new depths, driving past her cervix  and next to her womb.  For a moment she was paralyzed by the novel sensations and then her arms went around the big man, pulling him down onto her billowy breasts.  Her long legs lifted to wrap around him and lock him to her from her ravenous, young cunt to her hugely swollen tits.

“Oohhh yesss Linda…you’re good,” Jack grunted as the big-framed, long-legged young schoolgirl wrapped herself around him.  Her strong legs squeezed and released their grip with a smooth rhythm, pulling him deep and then allowing him to withdraw.  Her broad hips writhed against him and her big, soft breasts rolled under his chest and he fucked her with unrestrained ferocity.  

Linda’s young body started to tremble violently, as wild new sensations coursed through her.  She knew that she was on the verge of having an orgasm, but it wasn't like anything she had ever experienced with her brother. She started to moan.  Her body was bucking responsively as her teacher pushed in and out of her.  She had a feeling of total fullness as she felt his massive cock pump in and out of her, massaging the walls of her pussy, prying deep into her sexual well.

The man felt the pressure in his swollen, aching testicles as they bounced against the girl’s upturned ass.  He felt her snug pussy close in around his prick with and urgent contraction that seemed to be trying to draw him in even deeper.  He ground hard against her straining body as the orgasmic spasms of Linda’s sheath massaged his tool and he froze as the rush of sperm-laden semen paralyzed him.

Young Linda was in the throes of a totally mature orgasm.  The tension of her climax gripped her muscles and she clutched her schoolteacher frantically, her arms and legs pressing him closely and she started to squeal.  “Yeech…eeehhhh . . . Aaannhhh,” and her body stiffened with electric-like currents of pure heat.  As her big frame was buffeted by the convulsions of her orgasm she felt as if all her insides were melting, that the man's cock was like a torch, burning her out. Her pussy walls closed in more tightly around the hard rod that was lodged in all its immensity in the innermost depths of her fourteen-year-old cunt. Her vagina convulsed, the walls contracting rhythmically around her teacher’s deepthrust tool.  She was cumming, and cumming more violently than she ever had with her twin brother.

Jack’s cock swelled in the writhing embrace of the girl’s passage and, with a final fierce lunge he reached the absolute limit of penetration as his lava-like semen erupted into Linda’s womb-crater.  It felt to him as if her bucking, twitching pelvis was milking the very essence of his existence into her teenaged fuckwell.

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Linda felt the whole different sensation that shot her orgasm even higher on the plane of intensity.  She felt her schoolteacher’s gism gushing into her with hot, forceful jets that filled her receptacle to overflowing.  Her adolescent cunt was a soggy, quivering mess, a swamp of lust and heated desire, as she ground her hips lasciviously upward into the man's hard-pressing loins.

The unprincipled schoolteacher was drained and enervated by the big, young schoolgirl’s marvelously muscled, semen-sucking vagina.  Panting from exertion, he slumped down full-weight on her trembling body as her embrace relaxed and her long legs fell away loosely to either side.  Little twitches and twitters still massaged his cum-drained tool as he lay atop Linda’s pneumatic frame.

If she’d doubted Betty’s diary before, Linda didn’t doubt it now.  She knew what the other girl had meant by feeling full and, now that her teacher had pumped his semen into her and it hadn’t been like with Jason when she was always wanting more of him inside.

“You can’t make me stay behind Jason now, Can you Mr. Allen?  Like?  I mean, you’re gonna promote me ain’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”  Now that the big teenager had quenched his desire Jack was mentally kicking himself for getting into the fix he was in.  First it was just Diana and Betty he had to worry about, now that Belinda had moved away, but now he had an additional worry.  And this one was more dangerous than any of the others.  “But I want you to study hard…to earn the promotion, Linda.”

“I promise I’ll try real hard, Sir.  I hope you didn’t knock me up.  It sure felt like you shot a lot of stuff into me.”

“You’ll be OK, Linda.  I’ve had an operation so I can’t make you pregnant,” Jack lied.  If she was fucking her brother then she’d think it was he if she was pregnant.

Are you?  Like?  Will you want me to let you fuck me some more?”

“We’ll have to be careful, but you are very good, Linda.  I know I’ll want to if you want to, too.”

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Jason waited outside Mr. Allen’s door for a while wondering why Linda was taking so long.  All she had to do was show Mr. Allen the copy of Betty’s diary wasn’t it?  Was he refusing?  She wouldn’t let him fuck her, would he?  He felt a twinge of jealousy when he remembered what Betty had written about the size of Mr. Allen’s cock.  Jason was a bit afraid but after ten minutes or so he went to the computer room.  Maybe Betty had left something else there that they could use.

The large room was occupied by rows of little cubicles separated by six-foot high partitions.  It was all in darkness except for a faint glow on the far side near where Betty usually sat.  Quietly Jason tiptoed over to find out what was going on.

Jason wasn’t sure at first who or what he was seeing.  It was a girl.  He could be sure of that because of her dark pigtails.  And he could tell she wasn’t very big because she was sitting on an extra cushion so she was high enough to see the computer screen.  She also was making little, soft sounds as if she was crying or out of breath or something.

Grade School Grazing

Jason’s Juvenile Joust

       Chapter 13

Jason wasn’t sure at first who or what he was seeing.  It was a girl.  He could be sure of that because of her dark pigtails.  And he could tell she wasn’t very big because she was sitting on an extra cushion so she was high enough to see the computer screen.  She also was making little, soft sounds as if she was crying or out of breath or something.

Who was it?  Why was she making those noises?  Was she crying?  Jason crept closer until he was directly behind the chair where the girl sat.  And then he knew.  It was Cindy.  Little Cindy Gibson, Betty’s kid sister.  And she was half naked.  She was masturbating.

Little Cindy Gibson was eleven.  She was short, only about four feet six inches tall and, like her older sister, she was a bit on the plump side.  Like Betty also, she was an early bloomer and her pre-teen breasts were already showing promise of becoming big like her thirteen-year-old sister’s.  She also resembled her sister in another important respect, she was sexually precocious.  Ever since her eleventh birthday, six months ago, the plump youngster had been experiencing a frequent stirring in her juvenile loins.

Cindy’s blossoming sexuality had budded on the night of that eleventh birthday and her sister Betty had been the cause.  Until then they had shared a bedroom but, in honour of her age, Cindy had been given her own private room.  Alone in her new bedroom, Cindy had been lonesome and, in the dark, she had crept back to the room she and Betty had always shared.

The naïve youngster hadn’t known what she was seeing but she was astute enough that she understood she shouldn’t interrupt.  In the dim light from the little night-light on the wall Cindy could see that her big sister was lying naked on top of the sheets.  Her legs were spread apart and she had one hand between them.  Her other hand was holding one of her big breasts.  She was making soft, excited sounds and her hips were writhing and bucking as her hand moved rapidly, almost frantically, on her pussy.

The little eleven-year-old girl had gone back to her room and, imitating her big sister, she had lain on the bed and tried feeling her budding breasts and her soft, smooth pussy.  That night Cindy had her first orgasm.  It had been kind of scary but, when she went to bed the next night, she tried again and it was even better.

When Cindy had her first period, about three or four months after discovering the delights of masturbation, she’d been scared too.  Was it because she was playing with her pussy?  Big sister had come to the rescue and explained all about it.

Today, however, had been a shock to the unseasoned pre-teen.  Her Grade six class had been let out early to go to the baseball game but like the older girl Linda, Cindy had stayed behind.  It was a chance to use one of the school computers and, after everyone was gone, she went to the cubicle where her sister usually worked.  So, while fourteen-year-old Linda was having her horizons (and her intimate anatomy) expanded, little Cindy’s horizons were undergoing an expansion of their own.

Betty had become careless.  She’d left her diary behind once already and, although she didn’t know it, Jason had found and copied it.  Today she’d left it behind again and what was just as bad, she hadn’t logged off the computer before she went to the ball game.  Cindy had found the diary and on the computer had discovered her sister’s salacious stories.

Dear Diary - Mr. Allen fucked me again today.  He got me to take off my bra and panties and sit on his desk.  Then he used his big cock like a finger and rubbed it on my pussy until I got so hot I thought I’d die.  By the time he put it inside me I was ready to cum and I sure did.  He made me cum twice and the second time I felt him go off in me.  I sure hope he doesn’t make me pregnant.  Daddy would have a bird if I got knocked up.  But Mr. Allen says I’ll be OK.

Cindy held her sister’s diary in one hand while her other hand was busy on her throbbingly swollen pussy.  The stuff Betty had written, the stories, had been incredibly exciting.  Did teachers really do it to schoolgirls?  There was nobody else around so she’d opened her kilt and taken off her panties and she was playing with her pussy while she read the stuff.  She didn’t think she’d ever got as hot and as wet as she was now.  And now she was looking at Betty’s personal story.  She’d been shocked by what she’d read in the diary, shocked and kind of jealous.  Mr. Allen was a hunk, even if he was old.  And it sounded like real fucking was a lot better than fingers.  And, if her sister could do it, then why couldn’t she, too.

There was enough light from the monitor screen for Jason to see exactly what was going on.  He looked over the little girl’s shoulder at her bare, plump, wide open thighs and he watched as she sluiced her fingers in the smooth, hairless fleshfolds of her pussy.  His cock sprang to instant erection under his sweatpants as he tried to figure out how he was going to get into that juicy, young twat.

“Shhhh…don’t make a sound,” Jason whispered as he placed his hand over Cindy’s mouth.  “Mr. Allen is right around the corner.”

The little girl stifled a cry of alarm and she turned to see the new boy, Jason, standing behind her.  “NO…don’t,” she exclaimed in a frightened whisper as she tried to wrap her kilt around herself and cover her nakedness.

“Shhhh…quiet…he’ll hear you,” Jason cautioned again and he reached down, forcing the kilt open again and getting his hand on the pulpy wetness between the girl’s legs.

“No!  No!  What are you doing?” Cindy protested in a frantic whisper when she was picked up off the chair.  It was all quick and effortless.  The boy, much bigger and stronger than she, knocked the cushion off the chair and sat down, easily bringing the girl with him so she was positioned astride his hips.  Jason had lifted her with one hand between her legs, cupped over her wet vulva, and his other arm was around her shoulders.  Now he was holding her upright, facing him.

“Let me, Cindy.  Let me do it for you,” murmured in a lust-choked voice.  “He won’t hear us…and you’ll like it.”

“No…Oohhh…can’t…you can’t,” the frightened girl objected but the boy’s fingers were moving with the skill he’d developed fingering his twin sister.  “Please don’t…can’t…you can’t,” Cindy sobbed, tears of fright filling her eyes even as hot tingling thrills suffused her underaged quim.

Jason sensed, then felt progress as the girl’s plump thighs relaxed and she sank lower to sit astride his legs.  “Yes Cindy…relax…let me make you…I’ll make you cum,” he mumbled as his middle finger slid in the pulpy embrace of her soft sex, rubbing over her hard, slick clitoral bump.  He liked the hairless smoothness of the shapely little girl’s pussy better than Linda’s coarse haired bush.  She remained upright and unresisting when he released her shoulders and used his hand to push down his sweat pants, freeing his pulsating prick.

“But? But?  OH!”  Cindy almost cried out aloud when she felt the hot hardness of the boy’s penis against her inner thigh.  “No!  Not that!  You can’t!”

“Just hold me, Cindy.  Do it for me, too,” and he took her hand in his, bringing it down to his cock.

The little eleven-year-old girl looked down and almost cried out again when she saw the boy’s organ.  To her innocent eyes the six plus inches looked immense and she remembered her sister writing that ‘Her teacher's huge cock was right up through her hugely stretched cunt and into her belly’.  Now she knew what Betty meant, or at least she thought she knew.

Jason brought the girl closer and his mouth covered hers as she tried to turn away.  He held her and forced her soft lips apart so that his teeth grazed hers before pushing his hot tongue through and into her mouth.  She had never been kissed before.  Not like this.  At first it was repulsive to her but the strange intimacy of having the boy’s tongue in her mouth began sending hot signals through her body and her jaw relaxed as her own tongue tangled with his.

With an aptitude developed with his sister, Jason explored the young girl’s mouth while he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.  Cindy wore no bra and her breasts were taut and high, two orange-sized mounds tipped by small, jutting nipples.  Continuing his exploration of the nubile youngster’s hot, sweet mouth the boy caressed her lovely tits, comparing them in his mind with his sister’s huge melons.  He liked these better.  They did not intimidate him in the way his sister’s big body did.

Cindy moaned softly as pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of her pliant, globular tit-mounds.  The threefold assault of his mouth filling tongue, his breast-squeezing hand and his cunt-stroking fingers sent little butterfly-like sensations fluttering through her stomach.  Her own fingers were emboldened by the growing heat in her belly and she began gently to slip her fingers up and down and round his smooth, hard organ, feeling it, squeezing it, wondering at it.

Probably like her sister, Jason thought as the girl’s fingers teased his pulsing tool.  I wonder if a teacher with a big, adult cock has been in her.  He slipped the tip of his finger into the mouth of her vagina, feeling the heat, the snugness and the fine corrugations of the tissue.  Would she fight him? 

She felt the telltale glow in her juvenile loins.  She was close but the boy didn’t seem to know quite how to finish her.  Whether it was solely due to her inexperience or perhaps an unconfessed desire to be like her older sister, Cindy sealed her own fate when she decided in her lust-ridden state to use the boy’s cock to bring herself to climax.  Her hand slid easily up and down the hard cock.  The oily effusion leaking from Jason’s staff had made the taut-skinned cylinder slippery and wet as she brought the bulbous knob into contact with her pulsating clit.

Oh yes Jason exulted.  She wants it.  She won’t fight.  When the girl used his prick as a lever and pushed his hand away from her soggy sex Jason took control.  His target was right below her clit and he easily moved the girl’s hand so that she actually guided him to her unsullied opening.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.  The brief touch of the boy’s slick, hard knob on her swollen clit had taken Cindy right to the summit of her sexual need and she was ready to tumble down the steep slope of orgasm.  She was only barely aware of the pressure, the stretching as the smooth, spherical knob dilated her uninitiated portal and began to enter into the hidden undefiled channel.

Jason savoured the soft, giving wetness of her vaginal lips as they parted and then he felt his cocktip clasped in the snug, soothing embrace of the young girl’s underaged cuntmouth.  He moaned with pleasure and then his heart jumped with delight when his ingress was halted by an obstruction.  Yes!  She was still a virgin.  He was going to get her cherry and, even though he’d had his twin sister’s cherry, this was a much greater triumph.

As her virgin grotto was invaded the pressure dragged her cum-trigger downward so that the hard shaft was rubbing it.  With the onset of climax Cindy was only vaguely conscious of the slowly stretching pressure as the boy began to violate her.  She uttered a throaty groan as the ponderous head slowly forced its way deeper into her wet, palpitating opening.  A sudden, loud squeal erupted from her pretty mouth when Jason grasped her hips and pulled her down, his hard cock mercilessly stretching the tissue of her hymen until it broke painfully before it.

“Eecchh!  Noooo!” the girl wailed as her hymen ruptured.  “Noooo…you can’t!”  But the horse was stolen.  Her barn gate could never more be locked.

“Oohhh Cindy…. Oohhh yesss,” Jason moaned with pleasure as the eleven-year-old girl’s tight, cunt squeezed his cock with the glorious compression of immaturity.

“You're hurting meeeee! Please! No more!” the girl moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, almost screaming up into his face but the boy dragged her small, plump body down until his cockhead pushed on her cervix and her soft labia were wrapped around the very base of his cock.

He paused then, allowing her sheath to adjust to the sudden invasion.  The painful bursting of her cherry and the relentless expansion of her juvenile fuckwell had cruelly interrupted the girl’s descent into orgasmic bliss.  Now, as she sat impaled on the boy’s deepthrust shaft she felt renewed tingles emanating out from her genitals and her young body began to twitch and jitter.

At about the same time as Jason was expanding Cindy’s virgin passage his sister’s oft-fucked sheath was also being stretched to previously unknown dimensions and, like the smaller, younger girl, she was discovering new and exciting sensations.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, Cindy,” Jason said softly and he leaned forward to kiss her soft, slack-jawed mouth.  And then her tongue was tangling with his, her arms were hugging him and she was writhing against him.  Placing his hands on the flare of her plump hips he aided her motions, easily lifting her small, light body as her juvenile sheath clasped him like an oiled glove.

“Hunh . . .Unhh . . .OK . . .It’s OK,” the girl panted as she felt again the onset of her climax.  And then the young girl was in the throes of sexual ecstasy, her hip-straddling limbs jerking spasmodically and her eyes tightly closed while her tongue protruded ever so slightly from her parted lips.

Jason suddenly felt the hot press of her orgasm squeeze around his cock as Cindy’s pelvis began to jerk and gyrate against him.  His whole lower body was aflame as his semen rushed through its passage, up into his bucking, pounding cock and out into the writhing confines of the girl’s hotly spasming cunt.

The boy’s deeply buried cock seemed to expand more and more, stretching her narrow vaginal walls farther apart and Cindy felt a great warmth spreading inside as the hot jets of sperm spurted into her, flooding her freshly deflowered twat.  Her whole body collapsed down onto the instrument of her defloration, her short, plump legs hanging limply over the edge of the chair as she trembled and shuddered from the enormity of her climax.  Her ravished passage ached from being expanded but the feeling of being filled by Jason’s still twitching cock was pleasant and satisfying.

“You lied, didn’t you?

“No…what would I lie about?

“About Mr. Allen.  He wasn’t really here, was he?”

“No, I guess not.”  He felt the wet warmth as a trickle of gism ran out of Cindy’s cock-plugged vagina and ran down over his balls.  Should he tell Cindy where Mr. Allen really was?  “He was busy.  He was fucking my sister.”

“G’wan…he wasn’t.  You’re putting me on aren’t you?”  She knew Betty had written about being fucked by Mr. Allen but she hadn’t really believed it.  “He’s not, is he?”

“I think so.  She’s been in with him for a long time.”

“I know how we can see.  There’s a secret place that Mr. Allen doesn’t know about…from the storeroom.”

Linda felt empty when she dismounted but the two of them straightened out their clothes and left the computer room.

Mr. Allen had an inside office with other teacher’s offices on either side, the hallway in the front and the back wall was shared with a storeroom where the janitors kept their brooms and mops.  Cindy led Jason there and made sure the light was turned off before she fumbled in the dark to pull aside a hanging tray that held small brushes.

Suddenly they could see right into the teacher’s office through a small window that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for years.  And Mr. Allen was fucking Linda all right.  They could see his bare bottom as he lay on top of the big teenager.  Her long legs were wrapped around him and muffled grunts and groans sounded in their ears as the teacher applied the finishing strokes to his reaming of the girl’s adolescent twat.

“Wow!  He’s big…just like Betty said,” Cindy gushed in a breathless whisper.  “I’m sure glad you’re not that big.  You’d have hurt me.”

The youngster’s comment made Jason feel better.  He put his arm around the eleven-year-old girl and cupped one of her firm, high breasts.  “Would you like to…you know…do it again, Cindy?” 

“Yeah…but we can’t today.  They’re all done so Linda will be looking for you…and Mr. Allen will be around.  But we better go hide Betty’s diary.  Should I tell her that I saw it?”

“I don’t think so, Cindy.”  They rushed back to the computer room and, by the time Linda came looking for her brother; they were playing an innocent game.

That night Jason didn’t fuck his sister but if he’d had the chance he’d have loved to be in little Cindy’s tight passage again.  Linda wasn’t interested either.  Now that she’d been long-cocked the thought of her brother’s ordinary-sized member left her cold.

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Bob’s middle-aged female Principal, Mrs. Wilson called him to the office on the next Monday.  Was she going to offer him some more ‘problem’ students?  He doubted it.  He knew that the buxom matron was giving some after-class instruction to his problem boys so he wasn’t worried that she might have picked up the scent of his own illicit dalliances.

“You have a problem, Bob.  A serious problem.”

“Oh?  I didn’t know?  What is it?”

“You should have kept it in your pants, Bob.  Screwing young schoolgirls is a prison offence, you know.”

Which one had blown the whistle on him?  Belinda had moved away and Janice was still in love with him.  It must have been Ingrid but that surprised him, too.  “I could say the same about female teachers screwing young boys, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Yes, you’re right about that.  But I didn’t call you in here to have an argument about which of us is worse.  This kind of problem can spread… there are more teachers than you and I that could be affected.  We have to figure out what to do.”

“Who is it, Mrs. Wilson?  Who says I’ve been…you know?”

“It’s Ilse.  Ilse Schmidt.”

“But? But I never?  Not with her?  She’s lying.”  Bob was puzzled.  He’d seen the girl a few times when she’d got home before he left after tutoring Ingrid.  She was only twelve, he thought, but she looked older and was well on the way to having jugs like her mother’s.  And, from what Ingrid had told him their pseudo-uncle, Gary, had likely been in her.

“Well, maybe you should try talking to her?  From the look of her and the way she talked, somebody has been screwing her.”

“Yeah, you’re right.  I think I can handle this.”

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  Grade School Grazing

      Chapter 14

                                  Inside Ingrid’s Mom

Bob was worried.  He wasn’t as sure as he’d sounded when he told Mrs. Wilson that he thought he could handle the problem with Ilse Schmidt. And then late that Friday afternoon, Liz Schmidt, their mother, showed up at the school.

Oh God!  He was in trouble.  Deep, terrible trouble.  It was bad enough that Ingrid’s sister was threatening to blow the whistle but her mother was another matter.  Bob’s heart sank down to the soles of his shoes.

"I hope you don't mind, Sir, but I just had to come and see you…talk to you."

"Not at all, Mrs. Schmidt.  I'm always glad to talk to my students' parents."  She didn't act like he was in trouble, Bob thought, with some relief.  "And your girls are special.. I know Ilse isn't one of my regular students but I’d like to help her, too, when I'm helping Ingrid.  I hope there isn't a problem, Mrs. Schmidt?"

"Oh no, Mr. Best. No problem at all."  Darn.  Why couldn't I have met someone like him instead of that drunken dork I married?  Of course, if I hadn't let him knock me up when I was fourteen, it would've been different.  "It's just that I never get to see you at home because I'm always gone to work when you're there.  And I wanted to thank you.  To tell you how much I...we appreciate what you're doing for us."

"I enjoy it, Mrs. Schmidt.  You have two lovely, intelligent daughters."  Just tell me how I can keep the older one from spoiling everything.  And she’s a very pretty woman, too.  God, she hardly looks old enough to have girls as old as she does.  She must've got started when she was their age.  Hope I don't give her a grandchild?

"I just want you to know that if there's anything I can do to show my appreciation, anything at all, well, I'd love to be able to?"  I wonder if he has a girlfriend.  Maybe it won't sound too bad if I ask?  "Does your girlfriend mind?  I mean, there's one night a week when she can't see you because you're helping my girls?"

"I don't have a girlfriend, Mrs. Schmidt.  Except maybe your girl, Ingrid." God, if she only knew.  "How about you?  Have you found a replacement for their father?"

"No, and I don't want to!  He was awful!"  I wonder if he thinks I'm too old.  I can't be more than three or four years older than him?  The way he's looking at my boobs, I bet he'd like to know me better?  Maybe that would repay him a bit for all he's done?

"I'm sure that a beautiful woman like you could find a nice man, though.  If you really wanted to?" Me, for instance. But not as a husband.  The absolute lasciviousness of fucking this woman as well as her pre-teen daughter made his unruly prick swell.  And her plump, big-titted softness would be a delightful contrast, too.  "You must have a friend…or friends, don't you?"

"Not for five years, Mr. Best."  Except for my fingers and my vibrator. "You know what they say, once burned, twice shy."

"I suppose so, Mrs. Schmidt?  But?  It must be?  You know?  Sorry.  That's none of my business."

"You don't have to apologize, Sir.  You're almost like one of the family now.  Ingrid acts like you're almost a father to her. And I think Ilse is jealous, too.  But what about you?  You're young and you don’t have a girlfriend?  It must be difficult for you, too?"

Was she suggesting?  No.  Bob noticed that, as she spoke she'd sort of thrust out her big tits.  Maybe?  What the hell.  Why not try.  He had enough brownie points with her that it shouldn't end his work (or play) with her daughter, if he was wrong.

"Only at times like this, Mrs. Schmidt.  Just morning, noon and night," he said with a chuckle. Bob got up from his chair and walked around to where the woman was standing.  "I'm sorry, I should have asked you to sit down.  Let's sit over there, on the sofa.  I'd like to know more about you."

They didn't make it to the sofa.  When Bob approached, Liz looked at him with an expectant expression, as if waiting for him to make a move.  Which she was.  Or at least she was hoping that he would.  And he did.  His mouth closed over hers and her mouth opened under his. 

"Ohh God, Mrs. Schmidt.  You're lovely," Bob whispered in her ear as he mauled her big, fleshy breasts.  Still standing, they had progressed rapidly with the initial kiss and now her brassiere was undone and his hand was under her sweater, squeezing and milking her heavy fleshbags.

"Call me Liz, Sir.  Oohhh Mr. Best.  You're such a wonderful man."  She didn't remember ever wanting a man as much as she wanted this big, handsome teacher.  "Should you lock the door, Sir?"

"You're right, Liz.  It's Friday so nobody will come, but just to be safe..." and he quickly locked the door.  Together again, he eased her big body down to the floor and, acquiescently, she helped him remove her sweater and bra, baring her lush titflesh.

"Oohhh Mr. Best...it's been so long," the woman sighed as the man buried his face in the warm, deep valley between her tits and then began kissing and nibbling their soft, malleable opulence.  She was helping him with her skirt, too and soon she was completely nude.

"Oh God, Liz!  You're as smooth as.." and he almost said Ingrid, catching himself in time to say "a young girl.  He fingered the fat, clean shaven fleshrolls while he thrummed her erect nipples with his tongue as the woman's legs spread willingly.

"I…Hee Hee…I hope you don't mind…my husband…he liked me that way…so I got in the habit."  Would it turn him off?  Or on?  She was a bit afraid of him.  He was so suave and polished and so educated.  "Mr. Best?  Do you like me?"

"Oh yes, Liz.  Ever so much." Bob worked off his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, then rolled on top of the acquiescent woman's big, soft body.  "You're so loving and beautiful."  He rubbed his hairy chest against her lush tit-melons and he felt her hand snaking between their bodies.

"Oohhh Mr. Best, Sir!  It feels so hard!  So big!"

"I want you on top, Liz," Jack gasped.  "So I can see your beauty” and he rolled with her until her body was lying, heavy and open above him.

"Any way, Mr. Best.  Any way you want me."  The woman's hungry loins were seething with desire as the man teased her fat, wet cuntlips and her hand grasped his hard, thick member.  She brought herself to a sitting position on his belly, then slid lower so that her open, gaping slit was almost touching his upthrust tool.

"Fuck me, Liz!  Fuck me!" 

The big woman raise her hips and guided the hard cock to the mouth of her long-empty cunt.  "Hummpphh," her breath exploded as she lowered herself in a smooth motion, sliding down around the teacher's fuckpole.  "Oohhh Mr. Best.  I feel like a virgin again."

"Wonderful, Liz.  You're wonderful.  Your cunt is so hot…so snug…so juicy…fuck me, Liz.  Fuck me!"  Her big thighs straddled his hips and her heavy breasts swayed and bobbled as the woman rode him.

"Yesss…Oohhh yesss Mr. Best.  I fell you…so deep…so big…I'm so happy you're letting me do this," Liz panted as she felt the pressure growing in her belly.

Ohhh yesss Liz…it feels so good…your cunt is so good…I love being way up inside you." and he could see from her expression that she wasn't used to the words he was speaking.  "Your tits…they're beautiful…and I love the feel of you lovely ass riding me… is it good…is it good for you, Liz.  Tell me what you feel."

"Yesss…Oohhh yesss Mr. Best…I feel you…your…your c.c.cock." and once she'd managed to voice the word, the floodgates of her lust were opened.  "Yesss… I feel your cock way up in my cunt…I feel you fucking me…squeeze my tits, sir…squeeze them harder…yesss… Oohhh yesss... fuck me Mr. Best! Fuck meee!"

The words that she’d never spoken before added to her sex-starved lust and she felt the beginning of her orgasm.  Bob, too, felt the sudden pulsation around his deeply imbedded tool and he hauled her wide hips down fiercely.  The big woman straightened as the tip of his cock pushed aside her cervix, entering her more deeply than even before and, reaching behind her, she cupped and gently squeezed the man's aching balls.

"Yannhh . . .God!  Yesss Liz!  Cum with me!" Jack gasped as her touch triggered his own climax.  The woman ground her fat, clean-shaven pussy hard against him, writhing and wriggling as her sheath spasmed with a muscular, milking squeeze.

"Yeesss Mr. Bessst!  Cum. . . I’m cumminnggg," she moaned as her belly bulged and she felt the hugely jetting tool buck within her, flooding her hungry twat with wet, sperm-bearing semen.  "Oohhhhh Sirrrr. . .Oohhhhh yeesss," and she slumped down, her snug passage still milking him with its involuntary, squeezing spasms.

"Oohhh God, Liz.  You're fantastic."  Bob lay under her, feeling the ongoing twitch of her cum flooded cunt, seeing her big tits and her belly jiggle with her heavy breathing.  Excess gism oozed from her still cock-filled vagina to trickle hotly between his legs.  He reached up to squeeze her wobbling fleshbags.  "Thank you, Liz."

"Oh, Mr. Best.  I never...I don't think I ever felt that way.  Are you?  Like?  Do you think I’m awful?  I couldn't help saying what I did?  Those words?"

"Wonderful, Liz.  I loved it."

Mrs. Schmidt walked home unsteadily.  Her legs were weak and she felt as if her belly was heavy with the teacher's sperm.  God?  What if he'd made her pregnant?

But Bob was still very nervous about Ilse.  He had to do something but he wasn’t sure what.  He’d really only met her once when she’d arrived home earlier than usual.

  Grade School Grazing

                                    Chapter Fifteen

                                Invading Ingenuous Ilse

"Hi…I'm Ilse, if you didn't guess already," the girl said as she’d let herself in the door to find Bob and Ingrid sitting side by side on the sofa, reviewing her special math assignment.  Fortunately she hadn't arrived fifteen minutes sooner or she'd have found her little sister on her back, legs spread, as her teacher taught her the significance of six-plus inches up her narrow love-chute.

"And I expect you've guessed that I'm her teacher," Bob said, his voice quavering slightly as he’d shuddered at the near escape.  His eyes had taken in the girl's attractive appearance, and she was attractive, in a leggy, small-busted way.  Twelve, almost thirteen was what her kid sister said; twelve going on thirty was her mother's appraisal.  Bob wasn't sure what her mother meant by that.

"Yeah…I wouldn't want to find a strange man here alone with her."  Ilse had looked suspiciously at her young sibling.  She had a different look, sort of dreamy like.  Had her teacher been?  No.  He couldn't have.  Could he?  But she knew what Uncle Gary had done to her when she was Ingrid's age.

"Anyway, Ilse, I was just ready to leave, and now I can leave knowing that her older sister is here to take care of her.  Bob had risen to go, with a brief, conspirational eye-lock with little Ingrid.

"OK, sir.  Glad I met you."  Maybe she needed me more a while ago?  I wonder what she'll tell me.

Four days after he’s screwed the mother, Bob found out what the score was, when Ilse arrived at his classroom just before he was due to leave for the day.

“I’m glad you came in, Ilse.  I was going to make an appointment with you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised.  I guess Mrs. Wilson talked to you?

“Yes, she did.  I don’t know where you got that strange idea…about me and your sister.”

“Look, Mr. Best.  Don’t pretend you’re a nice guy.   I know Mom thinks so and it’s mainly because of that that I haven’t reported you… except to Mrs. Wilson and I knew she wouldn’t want it to go any farther.”

“Maybe I’d better let you talk, Ilse?”

"I guess you know about Uncle Gary, eh?" the tall girl asked as she sat, uninvited, in the chair in his office.  "At least you know as much as Ingrid could tell you."

"Yeah…well…I know some things?" Jack replied nervously.  What had Ingrid told her?  Was this the denouement?  Was he headed for jail?  "But I'm not sure what you mean?"

"I don't know whether to tell Mom, or tell the cops or what," Ilse said with more confidence than she felt.  "You're two of a kind…only you may be worse.  At least Uncle Gary waited until this year after I turned twelve before he…you know?  Ended my real virginity."

"I won't try to lie, Ilse.  And I know that what I did was probably wrong?  But?  Did it hurt her?”  Bob decided that the best way was to brazen it out.  “Did it hurt you when your Uncle Gary did it?  You certainly seem to be a well-adjusted young lady... and mature for your age.  And, I might add, very beautiful."

The girl was somewhat taken aback by the teacher's frankness.  Maybe he had a point?  After all, she'd had a lot of pleasure with her uncle, except the three times he'd actually gone all the way?  And, from what Ingrid said, Mr. Best took care to make sure that she enjoyed it.  Uncle Gary had only achieved that a few times, and never when he'd made her let him go all the way.  "But?  Like?  You're her teacher?  She trusted you?"

"What are you going to do, Ilse?"  Bob got up from his chair and walked around the desk to where the tall, almost-teen sat.  "I can't undo what I did.  Is Ingrid unhappy?"

"N...no, Mr. Best. But?" What would it be like with him?  She'd only done it three times with Uncle Gary, not counting when he'd been in her bottom or in her mouth. "But she's only a child?

"And lots of people would say that about you, Ilse.  But I can see that you're a woman.  A beautiful woman." He put a hand on her shoulder.  Maybe?  If he could persuade her to spread for him, it would be OK.

Ilse knew what he was thinking.  And she was curious.  If she let him, she could still tell on him.  Maybe?  She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.  "I?  I don't know, sir?  Have you met…had other girls like us?  Like?  Do many girls do it?  Like?  With older men?"

"I'm not sure Ilse?  Some do?  Like you and your sister.  And older men know more about making girls feel good.  Before you tell about us, do you want to find out?  So you can decide whether I'm damaging Ingrid?"  His hand slid down off her shoulder to cup her small, hard breast.

"Will you?  Like?  Can I be on top?"  She hadn't liked that part of it with Uncle Gary.  He felt so heavy on top of her.

"I'd love to have that, Ilse.  So I could see you…look at your beauty while I feel your beauty.  Should I lock the door?"

"Uh?  Uh, yeah, I guess so?"  She hadn't known what she would do, but this surely wasn't it.  Except, she had a nagging curiosity.  Ingrid had made it sound so completely wonderful.

Wordlessly, the tall, young girl let the big teacher bring her to her feet and, when he began to undress her, she didn't object.  Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, nervous ones and excited ones.  And then he was peeling off her panties and she was nude except for her shoes and socks.

"You're a lovely, young woman," Bob said softly, knowing that she was flattered by being called a woman.  Brushing her long hair aside, he nuzzled her neck while her stroked her naked flanks and caressed her small, hard breasts.  "If I didn't know, I'd never guess that you're only twelve."  The girl stood there, still wondering if she should do this but, as the teacher's hands played skillfully on her silken flesh, teasing but never quite touching between her legs, she felt a hunger growing in her adolescent body. 

"I don't hafta...like?  You don't want my mouth, do you, sir?"  She hadn't minded it much when her uncle had made her service him that way, but she liked the other ways better.  And, in the six months since Gary had left, she had been tempted to try it with a boy.  The one time she started to, however, the boy was so rough with her that she made him stop.  But Mr. Best was so gentle.  More so even than Uncle Gary had been.

Bob's hand was on her pussy now and, compliantly, she had opened her legs.  Unlike her younger sibling, Ilse had a sparse growth of silky hair on her mons and, as he stroked her now swollen and slippery slit, Bob eased down to the floor, drawing the twelve year old down with him.

"You're so beautiful, Ilse.  Your body is so perfect," and the horny teacher pushed down his pants to free his raging erection.  "Come, Ilse darling.  Sit up above me so I can see you.  So I can drink in your beauty with my eyes."

He had guessed what her buttons were.  She was eating up the man's compliments and his skillful fingers had driven away the nervous butterflies while the excited ones were fluttering furiously in her young belly.  "Sir?  Mister Best?  Go easy?" she whimpered as the man guided and directed her supple, young body until she was poised, her knees straddling his hips and her legs wide apart.

"I'll stop if you tell me, darling."  The girl's eyes were almost closed, her face expressionless, as he drew her unresisting body lower.  Bob watched as the knob of his cock spread her fat labia apart and found the burning hot portal of her tender, young vagina.

"Oohhh," Ilse sighed as she felt the hot contact.  The man's organ looked long and thick and she cringed, involuntarily, as she felt it enter.  But she'd had a man's cock in there before.  And her little sister had taken this, too.  "Eeeassyyy?" she whimpered as she felt her adolescent cuntmouth being expanded.  "Go eeaassyyy."

"Oh yes, darling Ilse.  You feel so good around me.  You're so beautiful…so very, very sexy," Bob said softly as he drew her acquiescent body lower and her tight passage slowly engulfed his throbbing tool.  "Oh yesss, Ilse darling," he urged when he was lodged, almost to the hilt, in her steamy fuckwell.  "Fuck me, darling.  Fuck me with your lovely body."  Hands on her flaring, young hips, he urged her to move and, nervously and awkwardly at first, the twelve year old pumped up and down.

The unprincipled schoolteacher was excited not only by the slender girl’s tight-cunted, adolescent body but also by the obscenity of fucking her like he’d fucked her sister and her large-breasted mother. 

It felt good.  It was marvelous.  Daring to make only short movements, at first, Ilse's confidence grew along with her excitement and soon she was raising herself until the man's tool almost escaped her juicy pussy, then sliding down the juice-greased, thick pole until it was in her all the way.  At the end of her down stroke, she felt something give, way up inside, but it didn't hurt.  The teacher was playing with the outside of her pussy, too, titillating her throbbing clitoris, caressing her soft, cock-stretched cuntlips.  Her strong thighs flexed with each upward motion, then relaxed to round softness as she lowered herself.  And, in her adolescent loins, she could feel a growing pressure, an urgency deep within her.

"Yesss Ilse…Oohhh yesss…you're so good…the best," Bob continued with the compliments as the young, impressionable girl began to breathe hard and to move erratically.  He could feel the pressure in his aching balls and he began to hump up at her, meeting her downward thrusts with fierce thrusts of his own.

"Huh. . Unh. . Huh. . Unhh," the girl panted, no longer able to control her motions.  But the teacher's hands were moving her, hauling her down hard against his hairy pubis, his organ spearing up into the very depths of her young cunt.  "Hungh. . Mr. Best!  Hunnhh!!" she cried out as her adolescent loins were wracked by wave after wave of hot sensation.

Bob felt the girl's vagina twitch, and then the tiny muscles began to flutter and squeeze around his completely primed fuck-cannon.  He felt the burning heat of his own climax as, like an incendiary shell, his load surged through the barrel of his weapon to explode way up inside the young girl's spasming sheath.

"Unnhh! Hunnhh?" Ilse cried out in surprise as she felt the impaling stake expand and jerk inside her and then felt the flooding wetness as it bucked and jumped and pumped his lewd sperm into the deepest reaches of her adolescent frame.

"You're wonderful, Ilse." Bob moaned as the girl slumped down weakly astride him and he drew her naked body down so that her hard, little breasts were pressed to his chest.  "Oh, thank you, darling.  I loved it."  Her still twitching channel was extracting the last remains of his load and he could feel the hot trickle as the excess dribbled from her still cock-plugged vagina onto his groin.

"Oohhh Sirr?  Mr. Best?  I guess it's OK for you to do this to us.  Even if you're too old for us.  Did you?  Like?  Was it as good with me as with Ingrid?

"You know it was, Ilse.  You're so beautiful…so mature…but don't tell her I said that.  We don't want to make her jealous, do we?"

"Hee Hee…you're funny, Mr. Best.  You're fucking two kids, Ingrid and me, and you're acting like we're both grownups.  But I won't tell her.  Not if you promise you'll do me as often as you do her?"

Bob had a sense of great relief when the girl left his office that day. 

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“Our problem…the one with the Schmidt girl…is taken care of, Mrs. Wilson.  And I’m going to be more cautious in the future.”

“Oh?  I won’t ask how you solved it, Mr. Best.  I suspect that I don’t really wan to know.”

Bob sat on the edge of the Principal’s desk.  “And maybe I won’t cause you any more problems.  I’ve accepted a tutoring job for the summer and I don’t plan on coming back next year.”

“I won’t ask about the tutoring job, either.  I hope it’s not an impressionable, young girl?”

Two weeks later Bob cleared out his desk and went for drinks with his friend, Jack.  Jack, too, was not coming back but his plans were less definite.  Maybe Grad school if he wasn’t too late to get in.  But he’d also had an offer to teach higher grades and was tempted by it.

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