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 The Pedagogy of Young Emily

   By Brian Filthe

  
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This story is a work of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY.

   This is just a story, a work of fiction, and not reality.  Doing some of
the things described in this story could result in very serious
consequences.

   Feel free to contact the author at brian.filthe@gmail.com
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   Chapter Eight

   Memories from the airport rushed through Emily's brain like a lightning
bolt as she dresses for her date with Russ.  She was filled with reminders
of her exchange with the girl, who ended up a few rows in front of her on
the airplane back to home.  She remembered the sensations of riding in the
airplane, the shuttle, and her mom's car back home, as well as walking
through the terminals, baggage claim, and the parking deck with nothing
covering her underneath this short skirt.  She had already decided to wear
the black shear button-down top that the rich lady bought her while on
vacation.  Emily felt special in this shirt.  It was a fine black shear
material with a pocket over each breast, backed by a piece of black silk.
So, while the important parts were covered from anyone staring at her, it
was obvious to anyone looking that she was practically bare.  Going on her
date without panties on would raise her excitement.

   Just before she walked down the stairs to greet Russ, she unbuttons the
top three buttons of her top showing off her gold necklace.  Her choice was
immediately validated as she saw the front of his pants tent out.  With her
sister and mother, Kate and Marian, standing nearby, Russ hands a small
bouquet of flowers to Emily, gives her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

   "You look,...stunning." Russ choked a little, as he greeted her.  "Are
you ready for our date?"

   "Our third date." replied Emily with a sly grin on her lips.

   "Russ, be good to my little girl." Marian said knowing her daughters
plan.  "It's Friday night, and because I trust you Russ, there is no curfew
tonight.  If she decides to spend the night, just have her text me." Emily
grabbed her sweater and the two headed out the door.

   Conversation was a little awkward on the drive to the restaurant.  Russ,
not hiding his anxiety well, told Emily of the plans for the evening, which
included dinner at the chop house, followed by ice cream at Emily's
favorite walk up desert place, then a moon lit walk through the park. 
Emily suddenly declared "Oh nuts, I forgot something!"

   "What is it?  Do we need to go back to your house?"

   "Not if you don't object to your date not wearing a bra, or panties."
She grinned holding up the front of her skirt, letting him see all of her
naked, hairless, charms.  Even after the way their second date ended this
still surprised him enough that he almost lost control of his SUV, swerving
into the lane next him.

   Entering the dimly lit, fancy, restaurant the conspicuous couple was
greeted by three young, attractive, college aged girls at the hostess
stand. "Hello, ladies." Russ greeted them, they responded in kind.  "We
should have a reservation under Robinson, for two."

   As he spoke Emily removed her sweater, revealing her eye-catching
outfit. All three hostesses certainly noticed, and the picture before them
sank in.  One of the girls looked at Emily with a curious look in her eye.
When the sweater came off the girls eyes nearly popped out of her head. 
She grabbed the menus from one of the other girls and said "yes, right this
way.  I'll take you to your table." She looked back at the girl who was now
empty handed, "I'm giving them table 47.  Change that." She said pointing
at the seating chart.

   The hostess was a step in front of Emily as they walked through the
dimly lit dining area.  Emily noticed several men, and women, notice her
top and reacting with offense, or intrigue.

   Table 47 was in a somewhat secluded corner where they wouldn't be
disturbed.  The hostess set the menus on the table, helped Emily with her
seat; seating Emily where she would have her back to nearly all of the
patrons, and they wouldn't be able to see her well.  She ran through the
specials and Russ excused himself to make a phone call.

   "You look stunning in that outfit.  That is a very sexy top for dinner
with your dad; if you don't mind me saying." The hostess said.  She then
noticed that she had a clear view down the front of Emily's open shirt.

   "Oh he's not my dad.  We're on a date." Emily paused long enough, to let
the girl react.  "Yeah, he is my mom's good friend.  She decided that my
sister and I need to `learn how to date' real men before the boys at school
start asking us out." She said using finger quotes.  "This is our third
date." she said with a grin.  "You know what that means - sex date." she
whispered loud enough for the girl to hear.

   "Really,...huh,...you're very young.  Are you sure he's not forcing
you?" she asked in a genuinely concerned voice.

   "This was more my idea than his.  I wore this to make sure he knows what
I'm offering." Emily tugged on her collar, exposing her budding breast to
the hostess.

   "You are a beautiful girl.  He's a lucky man.  Don't let him hurt you."
She said.  "You know, this is gonna sound weird, but you remind me of a
girl I sort of met in the airport a few weeks ago."

   Emily leaned back, and then recognized her, with a shocked, and slightly
embarrassed, look on her face "Oh My God!  I remember you!  That was me!"
"Those were some sexy panties you dropped in my lap."

   Reprocessing the whole experience in her head, she got a devious grin on
her face.  "I'm wearing the same skirt I was wearing that day," she lifted
it up exposing her young flesh.  "And, I'm not wearing panties again."

   The girl was unable to form human words.  Emily, with a boost of
self-confidence and boldness, asked the girl for her pen.  She wrote her
phone number in the girls palm and said "if you take me on a date, I'll let
you have all the fun that Russ is going to have." Then she slid the girls
hand into her shirt and sat there while the hostess fondled her budding
breast.  She stood there lost in the sensations and processing what was
happening.  "How old are you?" she whispered.  "I turned 12 a couple weeks
after we first met, you?" she asked the hostess.  "20, I'm 20." Emily
nodded "We should go on a date.  I haven't been with a college girl, yet."
Just then Russ returned to the table.

   "Sorry, I had to handle that call.  They won't bother us again." Russ
said looking at Emily, and then looking at the nervous girl.  "Is
everything ok?" "Um, yeah, great!" said Emily.

   "I'll be back later to check on you.  I want to make sure you have a
great experience...here at the Chop House, I mean."

   The food was exquisite, probably the best Emily had ever experienced in
her young life - well, certainly since the resort this summer, anyway.  The
conversation flowed freely; talking about school, friends, the latest
books, movies, and television shows.  Emily frequently tugged on the collar
of her shirt, reminding him, as if he could forget, what she planned for
the night.  The hostess came back twice during the meal, Emily took the
opportunity to entertain Russ.  The first time, Emily got a kiss on the
mouth as the hostess, again, slid her hand into Emily's top.  The second
time the girl knelt next to Emily putting her hand on the preteen's thigh
and slid up until her finger touched the girl's soft lips.  Emily made
certain that Russ could see what was happening.  Then she grabbed Russ'
hand and put it on her thigh.

   After dinner the couple walked out to the valet stand to retrieve their
vehicle.  The young man helped Emily up into the SUV and got a view that he
wasn't expecting.  After a short drive of only a few blocks, to the ice
cream stand, they parked in a somewhat secluded area, and got in line.  As
is typical for a warm Friday evening, there were a few dozen people milling
around, sitting on benches and picnic tables, everyone eating their ice
cream.  With treats in hand Russ staked out a seat on the outer perimeter
of the crowd; something aware from prying eyes - he hoped.

   Russ sat on a bench and Emily stood between his knees.  His hand was on
her hip as they chatted quietly about the people in the area, and whatever
else came to mind.  She casually shifted her weight from one foot to the
other, and absent mindedly twisted her hips slightly.  Russ realized his
left hand had drifted to his date's firm backside.  She gave him a wiggle
letting him know it was ok.  He looked around to see if there was anyone
who could see his drifting hand.  He was clear, and emboldened.  He slid
his hand down a few inches reaching the bare skin of her thigh.  He quickly
slid up and grasped her soft, firm, and bare cheek.

   Right then they both saw some young people approaching them.  A group a
kids from her class had noticed her and came over to say hi.  Russ didn't
move his hand as he was pretty confident they wouldn't be able to see what
he was doing in the dark.  Two girls and two boys approached, all probably
11 or 12.  The girls were dressed in tight dance costumes, and the boys had
clearly come from a football game.  Emily engaged them in polite
conversation; she introduced Russ as her `friend'.  While she chatted his
fingers slipped forward between her legs and onto her soft girl parts.  She
squirmed, shifted her weight, spread her legs just slightly, but never
pulled away.  He found her small bundle of nerves and began tapping it. 
She quickly got wet.  Her juices were collecting on his fingertips.  Before
long she had to grab his shoulder to keep from tipping over.  She was
working hard to maintain control and hide from her friends what was
happening.  The kids walked away after exchanging friendly hugs.

   She spun around and smacked his arm, playfully, and said "I can't
believe you did that!  What if they caught us?" she giggled.  "That was so
naughty, and fun!"

   "Those girls were cute, don't you think so?"

   "Well, yeah, I guess they are.  They are all in my class at school."

   "That one girl has a really pretty face," he said, "that other one has a
sexy little body."

   She giggled.  "They are two of my good friends.  The one with the nice
body is Renee.  She just turned 11.  She is the one we saw at the concert
in the park.  You're right; she does have a sexy little body.  You'd
probably like to add her to your list." She giggled.

   "She's really pretty, but nothing close to you." He complimented his
date; she blushed.

   "If I tell you a secret, can you promise me you'll never tell anyone? 
Especially your daughters?" she spoke in a hushed whisper.  He nodded "We
already have big secrets between us.  I'm good at keeping secrets."

   "Last week I spent the night at Renee's house.  Her mom caught me and
Renee, um..., making out." "Really!?  Did she stop you?" "No.  I thought
she would, but she didn't.  She just watched.  So, I did something
naughty." "Oh?  What did you do?" "Me and Renee were both naked.  So, I
started touching her down there, and I made her cum." She whispered making
sure no one else could hear her.  "I made her cum with her mom watching. 
It was amazing." "Did anything happen?  Did she ever say anything to you?"
"Well, sort of.  The next morning I was in the shower, after we all ate
breakfast.  Her mom, Rachel, came in the bathroom and got in the shower
with me.  She did to me what she saw me do to Renee."

   "Who was the other girl?" Russ asked, not really caring.  "That was
Heather Johnson.  She and I just became friends.  I'm going to have a
sleepover with her soon.  She's already practically promised to have sex
with me."

   While she told her story, Russ' hand returned to exploring under Emily's
skirt.  "You are an amazingly sexy girl.  I can't get over how beautiful,
and confident you are.  For someone your age you sure know a lot about sex,
and what you want." Russ complimented the girl as he penetrated her with
the tip of his finger.  "I would love to watch you teach those girls what
you know.  And, when those boys try to put their little peckers inside you,
you're gonna teach them a few things."

   She was breathing deep and steady, getting wet again on his fingers.  "I
don't care about those boys.  This is our third date, and I want your
pecker inside me, right now." She demanded, maybe a little too loud,
although no one seemed to react.  "I want you to fuck me." She repeated
herself.

   Russ held her hand as they walked back to his SUV.  He had parked at the
back of the lot where the trees where thickest.  He placed their small cups
of ice cream on the hood.  He put his hands on her hips and lifted her up,
seating her on the hood.  She spread her legs and he stood between her
knees, thighs pressed against his waist.  She picked up her ice cream and
put the small spoon in her mouth, as he pushed off her sweater, and began
unbuttoning her sheer top.  Once the shirt was open his strong hands
explored her exposed chest and belly.

   His fingers squeezed and rolled her taught, dark pink, nipples, while
his lips and mouth kissed and tasted her young flat belly.  He slid her
down the hood of the truck sliding her skirt higher and higher until she
was fully exposed.  Her breathe was ragged and picking up speed.

   He grabbed her hips, lifted her petite frame, and planted his lips
firmly on her soft damp lips.  She felt the wave of her orgasm finally
approaching - after much teasing.  Emily clamped her legs around his waist.
"Now,...  put it,...  in me,...  now!" she said through ragged breathes.

   Russ reached below her legs, with his left hand, and fished his
iron-hard pole from his pants.  He was still using his right hand to tweak
her fire sensitive nipples.  He got it free and held his tip up to the
entrance of her virgin pussy.  He rubbed it back and forth, forward and
back, spreading her moisture all over his tool.  She loosened her grip on
his waist; he let her slip down a few more inches.  His manhood became
lodged at her entrance.  "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.  Her
bright pink, blushed, cheeks, and the sweat beads collecting on her
forehead, gave away her excitement.  "Yes,...  now." She breathed.

   He slid her down again, and thrust his hips up.  He didn't feel her
barrier break, but he saw her jerk her head backwards and gasp, so he knew
he was in.  He held her still for a moment.  With his left hand still under
her he felt his progress, about three inches or so had entered her.  He
toyed with her clit, then with her anus, then with her clit once more, as
she became accustomed to this invader now inside her.  He pushed again, and
again, and a third time.  He withdrew then pushed back in.  Again, he
withdrew and pushed back in.

   Prior to his trip to the Philippines to marry Jodi, he never considered
himself as one who sexually desired girls this young - in spite of his
history with young girls while in high school and college - but now he had
to admit it to himself.  As he hit the entrance to her young womb, and
burst his load into her immature flesh he confessed in his head `I like
fucking young girls.'

   She brought his thoughts back to her as she arched her back, gasped for
air, and clenched her fists.  Emily impaled herself a little deeper on his
rod, and repeated "oh god,..  oh god,...  oh!" He held his position as his
juices filled her, and mixed with hers.  Another orgasm passed.

   "Hey Emily!" a voice broke their bliss from the other side of the truck.
It was Rachel Ward; the girl Russ described having a cute, tight body.  She
had the girl with pretty face, Heather Johnson, in tow.  "I'm glad you're
still here," she paused taking in the unusual scene, although from where
she stood she couldn't see anything, except possibly Emily's wide open
shirt and bare shoulders.  "Sorry to interrupt you guys.  Hey, I texted my
mom and told her I saw you here.  She said I should invite you to spend the
night next Friday.  What do you think, can you come?" Russ jabbed his still
hard cock deep into her.  "I'd love too, thanks.  Call me later, ok?" She
managed to say.  "Are you ok?" asked Rachel.  "Yes, I'm great.  I'll talk
to you later ok?" Russ jabbed her again and burst forth with his juices.

   As they walked away Heather, said quietly to Rachel "Were they doing
it?! I think they were doing it!  It looked like her shirt was falling
off!" "Shut up!  I think so.  I'll find out when I call her."

   Russ whispered into Emily's ear "Rachel, and her mommy, want to fuck
you! Rachel and her mommy want to play with your beautiful, sexy, naked,
little body!  They want to lick your pretty pussy.  But they don't know yet
that you're not a virgin anymore." Russ held her between himself and grill
of his SUV, until they both calmed down from their adrenaline rush. 
Several minutes later they were pulling out of the ice cream shops parking
lot.  "Do you have the energy for a moonlight walk through the park?" Russ
asked, as the sun was nearly set and the park was empting out.  "The park
is really pretty at night."

   "I'd love too."

   They made their way along one of the walking trails that led along the
creek and through some trees.  Russ intentionally went this way because of
the seclusion, the view, and occasional picnic table.

   "Let's stop here." He said, walking back to a clearing with a table.  He
lifted her small frame and set her on the end of the table.  For a moment
they admired the lovely scene of natural beauty.  Focusing his attention
back on the girl, he gently pushed her back.  She leaned back on her
elbows. He spread her legs and buried his face into her crotch.  He licked
her pussy from back to front.  He kissed her soft puffy lips.  He sucked on
her engorged clit.  He brought her right the edge of yet another orgasm.

   Russ stood up, and pulled out his rigid pole.  He was happy that he was
able to regain his stamina after his earlier performance in the parking
lot. He wedged his tip against her entrance and pushed in.  He pounded her
hard on that picnic table.  Pushing in and pulling out numerous times.  She
had yet another orgasm with his cock pressed deep inside her.  When he felt
the walls of her pussy contract he blew another load into her womb.

   Less than twenty minutes later he pulled into his garage and closed the
door.  She was worn out and sore.  But she was full of adrenaline.  "Do you
think they are all still awake?" asked Emily.

   "Not likely, it is pretty late"

   "Are they going to be upset that you brought me home?"

   "No.  they knew I was taking you out tonight." He responded.  "Jodi
keeps the guest room made up.  We should go there and talk some more."

   They quickly moved through the house, up the stairs, to the end of the
hall.  Russ was running his hand along the wall as they made their way down
the dark hall.  Without drawing Emily's attention he tapped his fingers on
his youngest daughter's door as he passed.  Even before Russ closed the
door to the guest room Emily had pulled her skirt down and was pulling her
shirt over her shoulders.  As she kick of her shoes she said, a little too
loudly "I am still horny as hell!  I want that thing back inside me!  Let's
get you naked!" Russ couldn't help but laugh.  "We have to be a little
quiet.  Lillian and Vivian's rooms are right there." He said, pointing at
the walls behind him.  "Do you want to wake them?" He said with a smile.

   Emily grabbed Russ' hands and put them on her bare, nearly flat, chest.
They began kissing.  Her tongue invaded his mouth; his tongue invaded her
mouth.  His hands explored the soft, firm, young, naked body in his
embrace. Her hands enjoyed the feeling of his strength, and the warmth she
felt from his body, and the security she felt in his arms.

   She pushed away from him, but only to begin undressing him.  She
untucked his shirt.  She unfastened his belt.  In a matter of minutes he
was as naked as she was.  She returned to kissing him.  Very quickly,
however, she began to make her way down his chest, to his belly, then to
the thick, hard cock that ended her virginity less than an hour before. 
She cupped his heavy balls in one hand, and grasped his organ with the
other.  She led him over to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room.
Lying on her belly, propped up on her elbows, she opened her mouth and
inserted his manhood.  She was worshipping the man and his cock.

   She was unaware another person had entered the room.  Viviana, Russ's
youngest daughter and good friend of Emily's from school.  Viviana was a
pretty girl.  She had beautiful mocha latte colored skin, long black silky
hair.  She was well endowed for a girl of her age, and a girl of her
heritage.  She put a hand on her father's back to let him know she was
there.  She wore nothing.  He cupped her bare left breast as they shared a
passionate kiss.

   After several moments Emily noticed her friend in a deep kiss with her
father.  With his cock still in her mouth she smiled and tried to say "Hi,
Viv." She reached up and put her hand on the girl's hip.

   "Isn't she beautiful?" Russ said to Viv

   "She truly is."

   "Would you like to taste her pussy?  It is exquisite." Russ asked the
girl as his left hand cupped her perfectly round ass.  "I want to watch my
beautiful young daughter make love to the girl whose virginity I just
took."

   Viv lovingly smiled at her father.  She encouraged Emily to roll over on
to her back.  Emily did so, and immediately resumed sucking Viviana's
father.  Viv climbed on the bed, knelt between Emily's feet, and spread the
prone girl's knees.

   "I have imagined what this would be like for quite a while.  I love
watching you in the showers at school, and playing with you during
sleep-overs." With that Viviana buried her face in her friend's crotch. 
She licked the hairless flesh from one end to the other.  Paying special
attention to where she could taste the remains of her father's juices.

   This celebration of friendship continued until Viviana brought her young
friend to another round of multiple orgasms.  Was this four, five, or six?
Emily didn't waste any energy in counting.  Emily suggested returning the
favor.  Viv and Emily traded places.  Viv celebrated her father's body, but
was quickly overwhelmed with Emily's talents and activity between her legs.
It took very little time for Emily to bring her friend through her first
orgasm, then a quick second one.

   When Viv couldn't take anymore she sat up and climbed her father.  She
took his cock deep inside her young body.  She loved getting fucked by this
man.  Emily joined the fun by exploring her friend's body with her hands
and her kisses.  She fondled and nursed from her breasts for the first time
in their friendship.  Emily slipped her index finger into Viv's anus, which
helped launch her into another orgasm.  Russ filled the second pre-teen
womb of the night with his juices.

  
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