Horny Harry

Chapter Three

Breaking in Buxom Beulah

“I hope you won’t be mad at me Mister Harrison but I told Beulah about what we did yesterday.”

“It makes me nervous Barbara but if you told her we’ll just have to hope she keeps our secret.”

“Uh…she says it’s her secret too but…like?” and I saw my little fucktoy squirm with nervousness before she continued. “She wants you to do her too. She says that then she can’t tell on us.”

“Is she? Like? Has she ever done it before?”

“Not all the way like we done Mister Harrison. She says…like…she has a brother who’s in high school and he makes her…like…use her mouth on him but he never done it to her…not even with his mouth.”

“Hmmm. I see,” I said softly and despite my fear of discovery and the total humiliation that would then occur my unruly organ stirred as I imagined the plump, busty twelve year old sprawled naked on my desk. “I couldn’t do that, Barbie but tell her I’ll talk to her anyway.”

“Good, Mister Harrison. I’m going to go swim tomorrow but Beulah is going to come here and miss her swim class.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Barbie. What if someone wonders where she is?”

“Nobody cares, sir. They ignore me and her anyway.”

“Well…all right I guess. But be sure to tell her I said we can’t do what she wants.”

“I’ll tell her sir but she won’t believe it until you tell her yourself.”

Everybody including Barbie and Beulah trooped out of the classroom at three PM for the swim class. I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. All day I’d been eyeing the fleshy pre-teen and thinking about getting between those short, plump legs. I left the classroom and went to my office where I contemplated using the five-fingered widow plus imagination to pretend I was possessing the buxom youngster.

“Come in,” I called out when I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Oh Mister Harrison, I was afraid you’d gone home. Did Barbie tell you what I want?”

“She did, Beulah, but I can’t do that. If you’ve never done it before…if you’re a virgin, it would be especially wrong.”

“But Barbie was cherry and you done her?”

“That’s sort of different…and it was wrong too.”

“You like me don’t you?” the big-little girl said with a cute pout and she began to unbutton her blouse. “I seen how you look at my bubs…or what you can see of them. Now I’m gonna let you really see them,” and with the skillfulness that an experienced stripper might display she shrugged off her open blouse, reached behind her back for a moment and then leaned forward enough that her brassiere fell to the floor and her magnificent mammaries were displayed.

“You’re the first man to see them,” the big-titted youngster said with a prideful smile, “’cept for my brother and Davie’s not a man yet.”

I sat in my chair, frozen with apprehension except that my cock was anything but frozen as it bucked against the constraint of my pants.

At twelve, Beulah was already fully developed, and I could sense that she would only get better as she grew older. Her nondescript brown hair was tousled because it was a windy day and her brown eyes were heavy-lidded in what was almost a parody of a child trying to look sexy. But, parody or not, she was incredibly sexy and as my eyes were fixed on her naked boobs she was unfastening her kilt-like skirt and as it dropped to the floor she pushed down her panties and stood with her stocky legs slightly parted.
 
Her skin was the color of pure cream and her mouth, though small, was well formed with lush, full lips. My cock throbbed as I pictured those pretty, red lips wrapped around it. Her glorious breasts hung heavily from her chest like two fleshy balloons topped with bright red cherries that appeared already distended with passion and lust. The saggy hemispheres were widely spaced, and large enough for me to fuck my cock between them and her belly, smooth and convex, followed the ripe swell of her plumply rounded hips, forming an hour-glass just above her ass-
cheeks.
 
And below the bulge of the overweight girl’s belly was the perfect triangle of her cuntal hair, black and curly and thick as the hair on her head, the inverted rounded tip pointing directly to her seething, always-ready cuntal lips. As I stared at her standing naked before me 
I felt my cock give another lurch. There was no room for doubt. Even though she was only twelve years old (but with the body of a mature woman) Beulah was ready, eager and willing to fuck whenever I said the word.
 

I was fighting the urge to do what her nudity was asking for when she spoke:

“Will you kiss me? I mean down here,” and she put one hand on her pussy. “I’ll suck you cock if you do?”

Dropping slowly to my knees, I began to lick the warm smooth flesh of
her inner thighs, starting near her knees, and moving slowly upward
toward the pink; curl-framed lips of her rapidly moistening cunt.
 
My eyes glittered lustfully as they fixed on the narrow pink slit where a tiny dew drop of moisture glistened from busty Beulah's eager passionate response. Reaching the already quivering lips of her vagina, I flicked out tongue tip, licking the pungent nectar from the youngster’s palpitating pussy. Then I slid my tongue into the depths of the moist valley between Beulah's thighs, lightly tracing the thin coral line separating the vaginal lips upward to the swelling bud of her pink clitoris. I exulted lecherously as I heard the young girl gasp with her rapidly mounting excitement.
 
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm ... I love having you lick my cunt," she said, her
voice dreamy and languid. “It’s as good as Barbie said.”
 
With my thumbs, I spread apart the moistly clinging flesh of Beulah's pussy lips, until the tiny throbbing clitoris was completely exposed to my view. I dipped my face forward and eagerly began to suck on the sensitive area as the plump young girl swayed back and forth and sighed in growing abandon. I pressed her backwards toward my chair and when her knees caught on the edge of the chair, she collapsed limply back on the seat. I lifted her thick but shapely legs up and back, pushing them until her knees were pressed against her breasts. She was looking down at me with hot eyes as I deliberately buried my face into her upturned loins to lick and suck at her moist hot cunt.
 
My cock was getting harder and more painfully swollen, but I tried not to think about it. I loved licking pussy, especially young, unseasoned ones like Beulah’s and Barbie’s. And there was something about this young wanton that excited him more than I would have thought possible. She was certainly as eager to learn all about life as her friend was.
 
As my pleasure-giving tongue darted out, slicing up through her straining throbbing cunt she moaned softly and her cream-white flanks began jerking forward, burying my flicking tongue in her up to its roots. Her soft smooth buttocks began to squirm desperately in the seat of the chair and arching her back wildly, she thrust her pelvis upward,  grinding her seething wet cunt up tightly into my face. She writhed her trembling ass in tight frenzied circles and I knew she was on the verge of climax.
 
But then, suddenly, I stopped my licking motions and raised my head with difficulty from between the vice-like grip of the young girl’s thighs.
 
"Oooohhh ... GOD! Why'd you stop? I was just about to cum ... Don't
stop licking my cunt ... don't stop ..."
 
"Don't worry," I said, coming to a standing position. "That was just a little warm up ... something to make sure that you really like what's going to happen to you next."
 
I reached down and pulled her up from the chair. Her lust-weakened
body was like a rag doll, and she swayed dizzily as she gained her
footing on the floor. For a moment, she seemed totally confused, but her lust-glazed eyes brightened as she watched me open my pants and pull them down off my body, revealing the considerable expanse of my fully erect penis, throbbing and pulsing with the excitement I had brought upon himself with my cunt licking. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of it.
 
“Oohhhh Mister Harrison…it’s so big,” she gasped and I thrilled to the compliment. 
 

I placed my hands on the softness of her shoulders and drew her close. I felt her lips moving against the side of my neck and then on my trapezoid muscle. I shivered involuntarily when I felt her perfect, even teeth graze my skin. She kissed her way furiously up over my ear and down my jaw and then she was mashing her voracious little mouth to mine. She squirmed fully against me so my cock was throbbing between her thighs and caught it between them. She squeezed it as she kissed me, her tongue dancing over mine. I almost felt overpowered by fifty or sixty kilograms of delightfully overweight twelve-year-old girl.

Still holding her I dropped to my knees and than lay on my back on the hard floor. Beulah too knelt abruptly and straddled my waist. I could feel her pussy dripping on my belly. Her fingers went to the top button on my shirt.

 
"What?"
 
"I want you to do it."
 
"Do what?" I asked, trying to sound calm and in control ... and not even convincing myself.
 
"You know, don’t tease me,"  and as she knelt, her short legs stretched wide astride me with her plump pussy only a couple inches above the pre-cum dripping knob of my cock she reached down and grasped it with her warm, little hand. “Fuck me Mister Harrison. Fuck me like you fucked Barbie and I won’t dare tell anyone what you done.”
 
"But it'll hurt," I cautioned.
 
“Barbie says it didn’t hurt much. I can take it.”
 
"But Beulah, it's still going to hurt. I'm big and you're small."
 
She tossed her hair back from her face. "Barbie did it and I’m bigger’n her."
 
I took her wrists in my hands and the plump schoolgirl straddling my waist did something with her fingers and removed my grasping hands. 
 
"I don't care," she said defiantly. She squirmed back until my prick was pressing against her ass. She shimmied so her butt was rubbing it. She bent low and kissed my forehead, nose and lips ... one-two-three quick ... and knelt upright again. "I want to do it with you. Do you have a whatchamacallit, a condom?"
 
I shook my head. "Nope. So it's not safe."
 
Beulah moved her hands quickly and pinned my wrists near my shoulders. I could not move my arms. "So what do you do to keep from getting Barbie and other girls pregnant?"
 
I muttered my reply.
 
"What?" she demanded.
 
"I had a vasectomy," I lied. I was hoping that preteens like she and her friend Barbie were not fertile.
 
"What's that?"
 
"A little operation so I can't get anyone pregnant."
 
"Really? What if ... Never mind. What about AIDS?"
 
"I don't take someone to bed unless I know a lot about her."
 
"Oh? Doesn't sound safe to me."
 
"It isn't. Get up." I started to sit up.
 
"Wait a minute ... " She moved her arms and I was flat on my back again. "You're too smart for that. How do you protect yourself?"
 
"Beulah ... "
 
"Tell me the truth or I'll go out and find some dirty old child molester."
 
I sighed. "Alright. I find out everything I can about her. If I have the least doubt, I make her go with me to a doctor and we both give blood and urine specimens."
 
"Doesn't sound very romantic."
 
"It isn't, but I'm not going to die for a fuck."
 
She looked pensive, then smiled. "So you're safe."
 
"...yes."
 
She ripped the last two buttons away. "Oh, goody."
 
With that, she raised and backed up enough so that when she lowered her hips again, my cock was trapped between us. She rolled her pubis on it, drooling juices over my dick and driving me generally nuts.
 
I slid my hands down her arms, cupped her face for a moment ... her eyes opened, wide and uncertain ... then moved my fingers down over her shoulders to her breasts.
 
Her nipples were like grapes, fat and solid and when I brushed my thumbs over her nipples I heard her gasp. I took her waist in my hands and pulled her up and over me till one large, soft tit was lowered into my mouth.
 
She was delectable. My tongue ran amok over that malleable fleshbag and my lips feasted on her nipple. Beulah moaned and writhed above me and then took it upon herself to feed me her other big boob and nipple. 
Finally, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, as deeply and sweetly as I could, before pulling her back and saying, "Oh, Beulah, you're so beautiful. I could lick and suck your breasts all day and all night."
 
"But I’m so fat?"
 
"You're perfect, absolutely perfect. With the finest, sweetest, most scrumptious tits I've ever kissed or licked or sucked. My all-time favorite."
 
"What about Barbie?"
 
"Yours are bigger; yours are better."
 
"I still want to do everything."
 
So did I, but: "Are you sure?"
 
She nodded, eyes big. "Should I roll under?"
 
"No, honey. You stay on top so I don't hurt you."
 
"Okay." She slithered down over me, kissing my throat and chest and nipples, until her cunt was pushed against my still- rampant dick. She reached behind and around, and I felt her small hand grasp my big dick. For a first-timer, she was quick and sure in lining up my glans with her tiny pussy. "It feels so big!"
 
Still sprawled atop me, she pushed back and down. My cock slid up off the mark and against that rock-hard luscious butt. Muttering, she tried again and this time wiggled her hips back and forth, wedging her cunt open against my prick. I rested my hand on her ass, savoring the velvet softness of her flawless skin moving over the absurdly taut muscles of her backside.
 
I tried to hold still as she pushed her little cunt at my prick, but the sensation was maddening. It felt like her labia were nibbling wetly at my glans. Finally, with a groan, she pushed back and down very hard and I felt her opening just a bit. My cock was finally lodging in her tiny quim.
 
I slowly pushed past, and her hymen popped with a slight stinging sensation on her part. I could tell from the wince of her beautiful face that it hurt a little, so I stayed still and let her get used to the pain, and my girth. My cock wasn’t exceptionally long, but it was wide enough to please whoever felt it. And right now, slick as it was, it was almost getting crushed inside her wet, tight cunt.



“Oh, god,” she cried, then her head fell to the side, and she bit her knuckle from the feeling. Then her body arched upward, and she screwed more of herself onto my cock. Halfway in, and the feeling was exquisite. I couldn’t remember ever feeling a more wonderful sensation in all my life. She might be bigger than Barbie on the outside but inside she was delightfully tiny. 




I put my hands on her flared hips, my thumbs just beneath the bones, and my fingertips reaching almost to the crease of her thighs. I gripped her firmly and pulled her down as I slowly worked my hips up at her. By fractions of an inch, my knob pressed into the constriction of her cunt. Her pussy was hot and wet and extremely tight; I could feel the skin of my cock being stripped back and my glans being compressed as it pushed through the pubescent structure of her pubic bones. Beulah let out a loud groan, as if she were straining to lift something. When the coronal ridge of my glans finally squeezed inside, I released her hips and resumed caressing her back and butt.
 
"You okay?"
 
I felt her nod against my chest. I could also feel her nipples against my flesh and her cunt flexing around my prick. I doubted I was going to last very long.
 
"Is there much more?" she whispered. "It's awfully big in there!"
 
I didn't think it wise to tell her how much more there was. "Push down a little more," I said, kissing the top of her head.
 
She grunted and pressed her lithe hips at me. I pushed up again, still careful. Another two inches slid in, maybe a fraction more. My glans was burrowing deeper into that fresh little cunt, stretching all the kinks out of it to clear the way for my shaft. I could feel the straining tension in her shoulders and back and in the muscles of her little ass.
 
I began gently stroking, pulling out till only the knob was in her, then pushing back in, a little more each time. The tension ebbed from her shoulders, grew in her butt. She began tentatively fucking back at me, meeting my movements ... and then anticipating them. I quickened my movements and so did she.
 
Suddenly, she pushed herself up on her arms and put her hands on my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed. I ran my hands up her sides and lightly grasped her nipples. She moaned and began pumping her hips over me. She caught her lower lip between her even, white teeth. Her face was a study in concentration, and her expression looked like she wasn't sure whether to cry and scream.
 
I looked down at our junction. Her hips were moving faster, and my thick cock gleamed with her wetness. Her all-but-hairless little cunt lips were very, very stretched around my thick prick. When she pushed down, her labia were nearly imploded and her clit was drawn perilously close to the top of my aching dick. When she pulled up, her pink twat walls were clinging to my cock. The sight was pushing me over the edge. Her growing moans of pleasure weren't helping.
 
I put my hand between us and touched her clitoris with my thumb.
 
"Oh, yeah! OH, YEAH!" she whimpered and then froze, eyes screwed tightly shut. I could see her plump abdomen contracting with her orgasm. More important, I could feel her little pussy spasming around my cock. I couldn't hold back. My prick swelled still more inside her. Her eyes popped open, wide and shocked. Then I began to cum inside her.
 
The semen squeezed up my prick past the constriction of her young pussy and then spurted into her. I saw her mouth fall open in amazement ... and then a glorious, wondering smile spread across her face when she realized what she was feeling.
 
I groaned and my penis spasmed again. Another load erupted into her, and she began hunching down against my cock, forcing more of it into her small cunt. As the next load rocketed through my prick, she got me in to her deepest ... I could feel the end of her cunt on my knob ... and I raised my thumb above her pubis and pressed her abdomen, compressing her vaginal nerves against my prick.
 
She gave a little shriek and began wildly hammering at my dick as I came again and then again. Her little cunt was so tight that it seemed to be sucking my cock!
 
My ejaculations slowed to an oozing relief and she kept right on pounding above me. Her pussy was so small and tight that I never lost any of my stiffness or thickness, even after I'd stopped cumming.
 
I took her hips in my hands, guiding her movements and trying to keep her from pulling completely off me. She was relentless, varying her pace and angle so my cock would hit all the places she wanted inside her. She began grinding down at me, trying to get more of me inside her. On each stroke, she did get a little bit more. She slowed her pounding and began to growl deep in her throat with each descent.
 
She was getting more of me into her and getting more into this with each passing moment ... and my nuts were responding, already refilling my cock. I began meeting her strokes.
 
"You're doing it!" she gasped. "You're fucking me! Fucking me! Fucking! Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... "
 
It became a chant, a mantra, and she pumped more and more of my thick dick into her tiny cunt, her little pussy milking at my prick and restoring the ache in my balls.
 
And then, at the bottom of one stroke, she had me so deep that she could feel my pubic hair graze her cunt lips. She kept pushing, driving me farther up into her, straining the end of her immature tube deeper and deeper until ...
 
"I did it!" she gasped. "But I think it's in my belly!"
 
I put one hand on her abdomen and pushed. I could feel her cunt compress still more. I could almost feel my own fingers on my cock through her flesh.
 
"Eeeeeeeee-EEEEEEE!" she wailed, her twat again spasming around me. She pulled her hands up almost to her tits and clenched her fists. She bent her neck down, squeezed her eyes shut. She screwed her face up and shook her head crazily, rapidly, and came all over my cock.
 
I gave a roar of surrender as my cock lurched inside her and I came again. I poured whatever was left in my balls far, far inside her orgasmic little body and savored the heat and wetness of her.
 
The strength poured out of me, too, and my cock at last began to shrivel. My hands fell away from her and she slowly toppled onto me, her convulsions finally passing. With my limpening cock locked inside her still occasionally spasming little cunt, she let herself sprawl atop me. We were both panting and covered with sweat. I managed to raise my arms enough to enfold her and hold her to me.
 

Did I have any more girls like this one (and Barbie) in my classroom? Could I risk discovery continuing to use both these delightful and compliant juveniles? Could I take more chances and try to seduce some of the other maturing nubile nymphs in my class. At that moment, as plump, little Beulah rose awkwardly from her straddling impalement on my cock and a trickle of red-stained gism leaked from her freshly devirginated fuckwell I was drained and not inclined to take further chances. But that might change.

Horny Harry will continue his predatory conquests of his schoolgirls it enough raders so desire. Let him know at [email protected] along with any schoolgirl fantasies you might enjoy.