The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest..."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was one of those unusually clear fall afternoons that happen from time to time in the Los Angeles basin. The smog had been blown away by the cool west wind to reveal the distant hills and the sun reflected brightly off the white stucco bungalows and the towering palms. A great afternoon for golf, or even working in the yard, Steve Whitman thought resentfully as he strode across the playground of Oak Grove Elementary School ... not a day for being indoors with a bunch of giggling little girls.
All day in class was enough but he couldn't very well refuse Pat. It certainly wasn't her fault that the language department head had called a special teacher's meeting. As coach, Steve would have been the logical choice to fill in for her afternoon gymnastics class even if he didn't also happen to be her husband. As the tall, handsome young man made his way through groups of rowdy children and impatient car-pool drivers he wondered why he found himself so indignant about helping his wife out of a bind. She would be glad to do the same thing for him. The two worked well together as a team; they always had, even in college. Steve knew he and Pat were lucky to have been selected to teach at the same school and right from the beginning they had both plunged eagerly into activities, volunteering for extracurricular duties with the fresh enthusiasm of recent graduates.
But that was three years ago, the well-built young teacher realized, and now he found himself wishing that he and his wife, Pat, had reserved a little more time for themselves. Steve shook his head and sighed. "I shouldn't be so selfish, he told himself sternly. Pat hadn't lost any of her original idealism and enthusiasm, why had he? This gymnastics class was a pretty good example of the kind of work Pat had done, and Steve felt a great deal of genuine admiration for his young wife. She was quick to take advantage of the enthusiasm for gymnastics generated by little Olga Corbit after the Olympics three years ago and was able to foresee the phenomenal rise of interest in the sport among pre-teen girls. Since there was no gymnastics program included in the physical education department of elementary schools, Pat had taken it upon herself to establish and maintain the afternoon classes in the school gym, not without a lot of hard work. At first the school board had been reluctant to initiate the program, but when Steve had agreed to help his wife set up the project, between the two of them, they were able to elicit the support of the PTA and within a month the class was in full swing.
Steve glanced up for a last longing look at the radiant blue sky. A day like this just didn't happen enough to be taken lightly, and the young man cursed softly under his breath. Well, what the hell, he tried to console himself, the golf course would probably be crowded today anyway. In spite of his efforts to change his attitude, Steve was unable to dispel his irritable, angry mood. It was intensified by his own guilt, a feeling that had plagued him relentlessly for the last six months, ever since he and Pat had decided irrevocably never to have children of their own. It had been a big decision for Steve, causing him to reassure his whole life, all of his plans for the future.
Pat had been the one to initiate the final decision and Steve had gone along with her, reasoning that since she was the one who would or would not bear their offspring it was up to her. Pat was totally sure, pointing out that the world was already full of too many unwanted children and that as teachers they were in a position to contribute more than most parents. But the young husband couldn't rationalize it quite as easily as his positive-thinking wife; there was still the nagging egotistical desire to reproduce, to leave something of himself to the world.
By the time he entered the gym, the group of a dozen nine to twelve year girls were chatting and giggling with one another and he knew it would take some rough words to tone them down. Steve always hated to get rough with the little girls, although in many ways they were harder for him to handle than his own group of unruly boys. He was an easy mark for their feminine charms and he realized that he always allowed them to get by with more than they should. But today would be an exception, the handsome coach determined. He was in no mood for foolishness.
Steve Whitman found himself softening right away, in spite of all his good intentions to be firm, the moment he saw the twelve girls all suited out in their skin tight leotards. It was really a fine thing his wife had done, and Steve realized he could be thankful for a wonderfully rare woman and a near faultless marriage. Steve felt suddenly guilty over his resentment of the loss of an afternoon of golf. Pat did so much for him, taking her gymnastics class for the afternoon was really very little in return for all the love and understanding she gave. Besides, Steve had not had the opportunity to watch the girls go through their routines for some time and he was interested in seeing what progress they had made in the last few months.
The first thing the young coach noticed on entering the gym was the alarming sight of two of the older girls teasing little Rene Hamilton by reaching up between her legs where she swung back and forth while practicing her back swing on the bar. At ten, Rene was small for her age, but very well coordinated and was proving to be one of Pat's most promising young gymnasts. It was obvious that the two girls who were taunting the smaller child were jealous of her exceptional ability and Steve had no patience with such unsportsmanlike behavior. He called out sharply to the two older girls who were visibly startled by the unexpected male voice.
"Karen! Millie! What's going on here!" he roared. "You girls know the rules. An unexpected fall from that bar could mean a serious injury! Now stop teasing her right now, before someone gets hurt."
"Yes sir," came the meek replies, and the two older girls retreated to the other side of the gym. It always made Steve angry to see older boys bullying younger ones, but for some reason it unnerved him even more to see girls do that sort of thing. At last he gathered the group and got them settled down enough to explain that he would be taking Pat's place that afternoon. His announcement was met with girlish tittering and nervous chatter and it was hard for the young man to suppress a smile as he observed their eager young faces looking up at him appreciatively. It did something for a guy's ego to win the appreciation of a group of females ... even if they were very young females. Steve was amazed at the precocity of young pre-teen girls; at eleven and twelve they seemed so much more mature than boys the same age. He couldn't help but notice the budding little breasts and some immature little pussy fuzz jutting out of the tight fitting black leotards and he could tell by the way they moved, the young girls were also very much aware of their own growing bodies.
Steve was becoming conscious of his own anatomy as his cock began to press tightly against his trousers. Goddamnit, he cursed silently, I shouldn't have to be taking Pat's place! The handsome blonde teacher wasn't looking forward to spending the next hour watching little girls stretching and twisting and turning their barely clad young pussy's, sometimes on purpose, while he fought with his raging erection. Sometimes Pat was really naive about things. She had no idea that the sight of twelve young girls flaunting their cute little asses for him all afternoon would have the slightest affect. Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to withstand if he were more sexually attentive to his wife, Pat, he thought bitterly, but ever since her decision not to have children he seemed to have lost a lot of interest. Steve had tried several times to speak to his beautiful wife about it, but somehow the words stuck in his throat. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel guilty or to fuck her out of duty instead of desire.
He started the class quickly. This was not the time to be thinking about sex, he chastised himself harshly, not with all these eager young female eyes on him.
The handsome young substitute coach ran a hand through his sandy hair and started the class with the usual pep talk. His announcement that the score results of their next class would determine who would qualify to participate in their first out of town competition met with loud cheers from the group. The meet was scheduled in San Francisco, which would mean a long bus ride and an overnight stay. Steve knew the prospect of an overnight trip would be incentive enough to get the girls down to serious gymnastics soon enough and he was ready to get on with it when Millie Parker piped up from the back of the group of leotard clad girls:
"Will you be taking the group to San Francisco, Mr. Whitman?" she asked sweetly.
"I think Mrs. Whitman will be in charge, Millie." Steve replied, ignoring the suggestive tone in her young voice.
"Aaaawwww, that's too bad," the twelve year old drawled, drawing scattered giggles from her audience. Steve was amazed at the brazenness of the twelve year old girl. Could she have possibly noticed the bulge in his pants? How in the hell did girls her age know about such things? There was no denying the taunting, openly seductive tone to her voice, but Steve put it down to too many movies. The child was simply emulating things she'd seen ... tones she'd heard, no more than that.
As he spoke he was aware the whispering and giggling, although muffled, was still going on in the group. Brusquely, he began the class, dividing the girls into their usual groups of three. While he observed and assisted one group the others were instructed to practice, assisting and helping each other. Things at last seemed to be running smoothly. Steve breathed heavily and glanced quickly at his watch. Just fifteen more minutes and the class would be over! Suddenly there was a rise in voices from the rear and Steve looked over just in time to see little Rene Hamilton flying from the high bar to the floor, landing stomach downward on the canvas padding.
Steve felt overcome by simultaneous rage and concern as he rushed over to where the cringing child lay sprawled on the floor of the gym.
"I warned you two about this!" he snapped at Millie and Karen who were standing off to the side sheepishly, glancing alternately down at the sobbing child on the floor and to the looming form of Steve as he quickly approached. Having had the breath knocked out of her had silenced Rene for a moment, but now, to everyone's relief she was wailing loudly. At least she's not unconscious, Steve thought to himself, his worry somewhat alleviated.
"It's not our fault she fell, Mr. Whitman! Honest, we didn't do anything to her!" Millie Parker began protesting in a frightened voice.
"Yes you did!" Rene screamed through her tears. "They were saying things and made me lose my balance!"
"All right!" Steve said in an effort to calm the squealing girls down. "We'll get to the bottom of this as soon as we see if Rene's hurt..."
"She's not hurt," Millie insisted. "She was just showing off and she fell and that's why she's crying like a big baby! She only wants special attention!"
"That's just about enough out of you young lady." Steve addressed the older girl. "We'll see how Mrs. Whitman wants to handle this, but I know she is going to be very disappointed in you two girls!"
"We didn't mean for her to fall, Mr. Whitman! It was an accident!" The culprits looked shamefaced now, their expressions contrite and worried. Steve knew they weren't so much worried about Rene as about their own fate, but nevertheless he couldn't help almost feeling sorry for the two older girls.
"Class is dismissed." he announced. "All of you get dressed and wait outside the gym for your parents. I want nobody in this gym without supervision, you have lost that privilege and any further disobedience or horseplay out of any one of you might just cause you to lose your gymnastics class. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," came the chorus of reply and dejectedly the girls filed into the locker room while Steve ran his practiced hands swiftly over Rene's soft little body to check for broken bones. Rene had stopped crying now, although she still looked pale and shaken.
"Are you all right, Rene?" the perturbed teacher asked as he bent over the small form on the floor to look at her anxiously.
"M-my hip hurts, Mr. Whitman..." the child complained in a small voice and immediately started crying again. "I think it's broken," she added seriously as she turned over on the mat to let the coach check it for the 'break'.
"No, I don't think it's broken, Rene Steve assured her, "but I'll take you into the office and we can have a look, okay?"
"Y-Yes sir," Rene agreed, stretching her arms out for him to lift her from the mat and carry her across the gym.
Steve was beginning to get the impression that Millie had not been far from the truth when she said Rene was looking for special attention, but the child seemed so miserable Steve's heart went out to her anyway. Striding across the gym with the child cradled in his strong arms, Steve protectively placed her tear stained young face against his shoulder while he muttered soothing assurances to her. It was a natural instinctive gesture of comfort and the little girl snuggled against him appreciatively.
Once inside the office, the handsome young coach sat down on the first aid cot still holding the frightened child in his arms.
"Okay, Rene, let's just take a peek at your hip, eh?" he suggested, helping her to sit up.
"Okay," she managed, a half-hearted sob catching at her breathing.
"Now stop crying," he said gently still holding her tightly against him with her head resting against his shoulder. As his fingers began to deftly tug at her leotards, he felt a sudden warm sensation of excitement rippling through him. Steve tried to ignore the feeling; It was something he had never experienced before and the young man tried to tell himself it wasn't happening.
On the edge of the bed he continued to hold the child against his chest, acutely aware of her rapidly rising and falling little breasts pressed up against him. Her smooth young flesh felt warm and soft and he couldn't resist the urge to slide one powerful hand gently down over her young back and downward to cup the firm, tightly covered mounds of her girlish little buttocks. Rene continued to hold tightly to him and he could feel the increasing rhythm of her breathing.
It was at that point that Steve Whitman experienced two things he could never explain, to himself or anyone else. His head began to spin in a torrent of undefinable excitement, while sensations of obvious sexual arousal raced wildly through his loins. He found himself hungrily kissing her soft young cheek and then her mouth as his hands continued to smooth eagerly over her flesh. It was then, because of the way he held her with her young pelvis pressed flush to the upper of region of his hip that he felt the gentle pressure of her little pussy moving unmistakably against his hard body.
An uncontrollable shudder of never before experienced sensation charged wildly through Steve's firm, muscular body as he clutched the young girl closer to him. He felt the sensation of pure sensualism sweep over him, as his hands greedily searched over the smooth young flesh and his tongue tried to slip between the sweet tasting lips of her little girl mouth.
"Ooooh ... M-Mr. Wh-Whit...! " the ten year old girl garbled in surprise against his openly breathing mouth. "W-What are you do...? " she tried, never getting the words out with the thrusting presence of his tongue probing against her own and choking back the words.
In her whole life Rene Hamilton had never known anything as exciting as what Mr. Whitman was doing to her now! His tongue was right in her mouth while he hugged her tight and all the while his big strong hands were stroking her legs and back. At first he'd surprised her so that she didn't know whether to be scared or not, but then it started to feel good and his hot wet tongue tasted so nice that she didn't mind at all. In fact, his tongue in her mouth seemed to awaken some instinctive reaction within her and Rene began to suck on it, her action bringing strange moaning sounds from Mr. Whitman's throat.
"Rene," Steve said in a low voice, suddenly removing his tongue to stare in incredulous excitement down at her. "Let's take your leotards off so I can see where you were hurt," he whispered, not waiting for her answer but immediately starting to ease the tight fitting little suit down over her shoulders, her small, but firmly budding breasts and on down past her slender hips and hairless little pussy mound.
The uninhibited child did not consider it wrong to let the man take her clothes off; he was a grown-up, like the doctor or her father. She would never let a boy see her naked, not even her brother, but it was alright if Mr. Whitman looked at her, he was a teacher!
Steve quickly eased the suit down to her ankles while Rene willingly stepped out of it to proudly display her 'injury'. There was nothing but a slightly discolored abrasion on her rounded little buttock and Steve could see that Rene had indeed been rather babyish about the incident, but that hardly mattered to the insanely aroused coach at this point. He brushed his hand gently over the bruise and assured her that there was nothing broken then asked if she would like him to put some medicine on it.
"Will it hurt?" she asked, looking up at him with wide dark eyes and a little pouting expression.
"It might burn just a little," Steve replied, "but if it does I know how to make it stop hurting."
"Okay, Mr. Whitman," the ten year old agreed. She wanted him to touch her again, and to kiss her. Maybe she should cry again when he put the medicine on her bruise, and he would hold her close to make it feel better. It felt so good when he touched her, and she could see that his penis was jutting out from beneath his pants. Why was it doing that, she wondered, wishing that she could see it, see Mr. Whitman naked, touch him like he was touching her.
Steve saw her moistened lips quivering with excitement as he smoothed his hands up over her naked, slender little hips to her ribs and back down to her thighs again. He fought the tremendous urge to reach around her back and cup each tiny budding little breast in his hands. God how he wanted to kiss the pink little nipples, to take them in his mouth and feel their quivering hardness around his swirling tongue! He had no idea what had come over him, nor did he care. All he wanted was to see her sweet little pussy, to feel it, spread it apart and kiss it!
Totally unaware of what he was doing, the handsome sandy-haired young coach stood the young girl away from him and bent to place a kiss on the small disfiguring abrasion on her firm little ass. "There, maybe it won't need any medicine after all. Does that make it feel better?" he breathed.
"Y-yes sir," Rene stammered, not knowing what to think or say as he suddenly drew her backward into his arms once again. His powerful hands began to stroke warmly over her naked little belly and then up to her tiny sensitive breasts, and then, he was moving downward to her hairless little pussy mound. What is he doing? she thought, fully aware now that she shouldn't be letting him do this to her. Mother would really be mad at me if she could see what he's doing! But it felt so wonderful, she didn't want him to stop. She looked down at herself and the way his hands looked so dark and tanned up against her white flesh. He was making her feel so funny inside her belly! It felt so nice without any clothes on ... and ... oh, wow! He was going to touch her down there! By now Rene knew for sure it was wrong, Mother wouldn't even let her touch herself down there, to make herself feel good, let alone allow someone else to touch her ... buf. . . she just couldn't stop him ... it felt just too good to make him stop!
Steve could hardly breathe, he was so tense, Every fiber of his being warned him against the move he was about to make. It was wrong ... crazy ... he was nuts, but he knew nothing could stop him. He had never been so erotically stimulated in his life! It was overwhelming, uncontrollable! As he held her between his spread thighs, her naked young back and buttocks pressed warmly against his muscular legs, his hand trembled as it slipped down over her very, very faintly fuzz covered pussy mound to the soft warm confines of her tiny little cunt.
With his other hand tenderly spread out over the child's belly and chest, the mesmerized young coach felt the reflexive quivering of Rene's girlish form as his feverish hand explored the warm little slit of her tiny pussy. Eagerly, he looked down to see the incredible sight of his stiffened middle finger working its way inside the hairless folds of her vagina and his mouth went dry at the lust provoking excitement the sight and feel of it sent rushing through him. Experimentally he slid his finger inside the warm little pinkly shining crevice until he found the tiny bud of her miniscule clitoris.
He felt the ten year old girl lurch back against him and heard the breathless gasp that escaped the lips of the stunned child and he kissed her quickly on the back. "Don't be frightened, honey," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "I just have to make sure you didn't hurt your little pussy. You didn't, did you? Does it feel alright?"
"I-it feels good, Mr. Whitman ... i-it feels ... feels good...," the trembling child gasped, watching his finger move back and forth over her vagina. He kept on moving his finger all the time he spoke to her and the more he did it the better it felt! It was crazy!
"I wonder if I kissed it ... I wonder if that would, make it feel even better..." Steve whispered tremulously as he continued to massage the visibly hardening little bud. The thought of what he was intending to do nearly drove him wild with mounting passion. "What do you think, Rene ... should I kiss it like I kissed your little bottom to make it better?"
"Uh ... I don't know ... I guess so, Mr. Whitman..." she stammered, not sure how she should answer or what she should do. It just felt so good and tingly down there, the way he kept on rubbing his finger so gently and it gave her a funny feverish feeling in her belly that was like nothing she had ever felt before in her whole life! She almost wanted to cry! What in the world should she do?
"You get up on the cot and lie down, honey," Steve whispered hotly in her ear, actually lifting her up before she even had a chance to refuse. And then she was on her back with her head on the pillow and Mr. Whitman had turned half around so that his handsome face was right next to her naked little vagina!
Steve felt he was losing his mind! He thought he must have gone completely crazy. Never in all his twenty-eight years had he ever done anything even slightly deviant from the sexual norm. And yet here he was about to commit the most depraved and forbidden of lecherous acts, the licentious seduction of a little girl! And one of his own wife's students at that! Jesus, what was happening to him! He had to stop himself ... had to!
Yet, even as he desperately fought to overcome the monstrous desire that had overwhelmed him, he had only to gaze down at the sight of her receptively waiting sweet young pussy to know that he would not be able to resist. He had to kiss it, to taste it and lick it, to fuck it with his tongue! It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen! It looked even tinier than he had imagined and the puffy flesh of her slightly fuzzy pubic mound reminded him of a ripe little peach. But the most enticing sight of all was the thin little ribbon of glistening pinkness that peeked out from her cuntal folds.
The lust intoxicated coach stared down at the child ... she was ten years old ... could she cum? Do little girls that age really cum? The sudden thought caused new fermentations to his intensively aroused desire. Once again he began to tenderly stroke her trembling pussy, feeling it pulsing and moistening under his touch. He was fascinated, mesmerized by the delicate snugness of her smooth, puffy cuntal lips. The young man could not remember having seen a little girl's pussy since he would play Doctor with them when he was seven or eight years old. The sight of it only added fuel to the raging flame of his desire. It seemed almost ridiculous, but try as he might, Steve could not recall ever having seen a young girl's pussy since that time. Having been very popular with the girls in both high school and college, the athletic young man had seen plenty of fully matured women, probably more than his share, and although he was duly appreciative of their femininity, this captivating, doll-like little replica held long before experienced thrills of erogenous delight for the young teacher.
"What are you going to do to me?" Steve heard the little girl ask in a small, heavily excited voice. He continued to gently massage her pussy, fascinated by the wetness that had seeped down from between her vibrantly tingling vaginal lips and feeling his own stiffened cock pushing painfully against his tight pants. He really didn't know the answer to her question. The last thing he wanted to do was to frighten the child, but her innocent response to his actions was causing his raging erect cock to throb with insane desire.
"I'm going to kiss your little pussy and make it feel good for you," he finally answered, trying to keep his voice calm and low as his tongue darted out to moisten his feverishly dry lips. "Don't be afraid, honey ... you're going to like it ... it's going to feel good..."
"Yes, but ... Mr. Whitman, I-I don't think we should..." the girl whimpered, raising her head and watching wide-eyed as his handsome face lowered toward her fevered cunt. Then she could see his mouth right above it, and then his tongue darted out to touch it! "Unnhh!" she groaned with a lurch of her hips as the tip of his tongue wedged into the thin little slit. Again she whimpered as a strange chill raced along her spine while his long hot tongue licked in eager little circles around the erect bud of her tingling clitoris. Her white skinned thighs and buttocks jerked spasmodically as electrical jolts of ecstasy pulsed rhythmically through her entire young body.
Steve slid his mouth down to the tiny opening of the child's unused vagina, rolling his tongue until it was narrow enough to fit into the moist little hole. Her petal-like pussy lips seemed to unfurl in welcome, and he could taste the fresh, sweet cuntal fluids that seeped around his invading tongue. Rene's child-like body was quivering and writhing excitedly, and lewd little moans were coming from her passion-parted lips.
Steve's cock was an inferno of sensation with the sheer forbiddenness of his act. The erotic fermentations that were racing through him were more avid than anything he had ever known. The highly aroused coach darted his tongue deeper into the ten year old girl's narrow vaginal channel while the delicious piquancy of her tender virginal genitals was driving him almost to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of the perverse seduction alone! God, she was so small and helpless, so totally subject to him. If only he could make her cum!
Saliva dribbled excitedly down his tongue as the handsome young man licked and inhaled the delicate scent of the child's feminine juices that dripped copiously from her orally impaled little pussy while his cock leaped and strained against his pants. Then, keeping his head between her thighs, he crawled on to the cot, spreading her slender legs and wedging himself between them. Simultaneously he raised them, pressing them back to expose the tight, brownish little anus, and trailed his damp tongue along the pink ridge of her small, upraised buttocks. He let his tongue tauntingly circle the tightly puckered little hole, painting her inner buttocks with the warm moisture of his saliva. Finally, as a tremendous surge of lustful excitement spiraled through his loins, he stiffened his tongue tip in an effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of her rectum.
He looked at the face of the little child. Her eyes were tightly closed and her cheeks flushed, while her normally angelic expression was contorted with unmistakable want. The incongruity of the wanton, lust-crazed mindlessness of the small virgin child excited the coach more than ever, and with one hand he reached back to unzip his fly and free his tortured penis from its tight enclosure. If only he were naked, with his tingling swollen balls hanging free to sway and ripple as he worked her over with his tongue. God, he had to cum ... had to!
Christ ... oh, Christ! It felt so good, he thought, as his hand began to gently caress the huge erect mass of his pounding cock-flesh causing more intense sensations of heightened stimulation to course through his powerful body. Steve felt the warm rivulets of child sex-fluid flowing freely around his stabbing tongue and trickling in lewd ribbons across his chin and cheeks and he thought he was in heaven. There had been nothing to match the thrill of this lewd depravity! How had it escaped him for so long? Yes, yes! Steve knew he would have to do it again ... again and again ... he would never get enough of the hot delight of innocent little girl-pussy ... sweet, sweet little girl-pussy!
Rene was frightened, more frightened than she had ever been in her young life, but still, she didn't want him to stop! She felt as though she were riding on the crest of a gigantic wave, each prod of Mr. Whitman's insistent tongue sending her closer and closer to the top. It was scary, but it felt so wonderful ... she had never imagined anything in the world could feel so fantastically marvelous!
Again, while he was doing something to himself down between his legs, he was slipping his tongue steadily in and out of her vagina, over and over, he kept doing it and Rene could feel the white-hot pressure building deep within her belly. Uncontrollably, she tensed her young pelvic muscles and pushed her loins up to his face. She heard him moan then and begin to lick and suck even harder, even nipping her tiny cunt now and again with his teeth and making her gasp. The child looked down in amazement at the lust-crazed man and quickly averted her eyes in desperate fear, unable to control the sob of desire that tore from her throat. She knew she should try to push his head away from her vagina. She shouldn't be letting him do this terrible thing to her, but the confused child couldn't protest ... the tension in her cunt and in her belly had overwhelmed her and all she could do was reach down to pull his head closer, harder, towards her burning little pussy, sobbing in wildly rising need all the while.
It was really amazing, Steve Whitman thought as the child squirmed and writhed frenziedly beneath his hotly invading tongue. There was all this guilt seething inside; he felt remorseful and perverted, yet he was totally powerless to stop himself. How had this happened to him? Who was this ... this vile demon, that had invaded his being? And worse, in spite of the debauched nature of his act, why did it feel so right? But of course! How could this wonder, this bliss, this total ecstasy feel wrong!
Steve felt Rene's thigh muscles suddenly stiffen beneath him and her child body began to thrash uncontrollably as she held his face tightly between her little hands. The fervor of her passion surprised him she was no longer a little girl but a lust intoxicated woman in a child's body! "More! More! More!" she demanded and Steve buried his tongue even deeper into the warm moist cavern of her cunt. He closed his eyes, aware of nothing in the world but the little writhing pussy beneath him while the sharp pungent taste and odor caused his mouth to salivate and his nostrils to flare out wide in lewd excitement. Her chanting words had aroused him even more and he felt the tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping from the opening of his own blood engorged cock.
The ten year old was moaning incoherently, her young voice husky and breathless with passion. She kept a firm, vice-like grip on Steve's head while wave after wave of never-before-experienced salacious sensation rippled from her completely filled vagina and belly, filling her entire young body with a flaming cauldron of excruciating swirling delight.
"Uhhhh, ahhhhh," the little girl groaned as her young hips, as though with a mind of their own, began to undulate savagely up against the older man's hungrily thrusting tongue as she pressed for some unknown satisfaction.
Steve fucked his tongue relentlessly into the lustfully aroused ten year old's widely flaring pussy-hole. He could feel the thickly boiling cum churning in his aching balls and knew that he was going to cum at any moment. Ecstatic surges of lascivious passion raced through his loins and suddenly the young teacher-coach knew that he was doing something he had longed to try his entire life. It was as if he had been unconsciously waiting for this one moment forever, and now at last he was fulfilling himself with every secret desire that had been hidden deep within his psyche. His tired brain kept twitching in reflexive spasms of conscience ... pointing out the error of what he had done ... shaming him with thoughts of his wife ... with all the obscene words for what he was doing ... but none of it really mattered! His hopelessly aroused body kept urging him on to sink his tongue deep up into the little girl's virgin cunt. He was completely mad!
"Yes, yes! Don't stop!" the young girl screamed in blissful agony. Rene was sure she was dying. She had never in her life imagined such excruciatingly exquisite pleasure. Mr. Whitman was killing her, but she didn't care! Ten years was long enough to live without this amazing ecstasy! The child's eyes fluttered open to watch his head lewdly burrowing between her widespread legs while her hands clung frantically to his hair, drawing his face ever tighter.
She wanted it! Strange and unbelievable things were happening to her body! A lascivious warmth was stealing through her limbs as he performed the lewdly depraved act and almost involuntarily her slender thighs began to squeeze together on either side of the coach's head, pressing his ears flat to the side of it.
Eagerly now, his numbed brain, whirling wildly, watching what depths he would sink to, Steve cupped the girl's firm-fleshed little ass-cheeks with both hands and forced her dilating little vagina still closer against his hotly swirling tongue. The child grew wilder with sexual frenzy and Steve began to fuck his tongue in and out of her moistly fevered vagina with new urgency while she wiggled her little buttocks as if trying to capture his tongue and suck it out by the roots with her hungrily spasming cuntal muscle. Rene ground her pussy down against his sucking mouth, Thrilling in the insane pleasure that grew with each quick thrust of his long tongue. It seemed to unravel to tremendous length in her sizzling little girl cunt, then pull back again like a lapping dog in smooth heated strokes.
The wildly aroused coach no longer tried to understand his complete abandonment of principles, his capitulation to the spell of the ten year old girl. There was no explanation for this kind of act. No amount of rationalization could ever explain his wanton enjoyment of this perversion and the unending waves of licentious pleasure blotted out every other consideration.
Manipulating his own cock in frantic rhythm with the wild child's feverishly grinding little pelvis, Steve knew that he would not be able to hold off much longer ... any second, any second now the exhilarated rush of white hot semen would flood up from his aching balls ... he was going to cum, they were going to cum together. Oh God, how he wanted to fuck his cock up inside that tight, virginal little pussy...
Then suddenly the child's hands were grasping frantically all over him, kneading, stroking and she began to rave, arching her desperately quivering hips while the moans and groans spilling from her lips measured the degree of the insanely rising pleasure that threatened to carry her into complete delirium. Then her entire young lower body began to quiver wildly beneath his face as though she had been struck by a bolt of some unholy electrical current. She began to twist and wrench herself while the pungent secretions of her burning little pussy flowed hotly out of it's tongue-filled mouth. The child arched her back and bucked wildly, lost in the wildly exploding throes of her first orgasm, her sobbing mindless wails echoing with piercing clarity throughout the room.
Steve continued to suck at the warm, fresh tasting young cuntal fluid as it ran from her orgasming cunt in glistening drops, spreading in sticky warmth over his face and cheeks arid he could no longer contain his own orgasm. His hand was working furiously at the wildly jerking length of cock-flesh, harder and faster he stroked the palpitating member while he continued to lave insanely and moan ecstatically up into the wetly convulsing child cunt against his mouth. He answered her cries for more and the way she was pulling frantically against the back of his head until at last he felt the vibrant thrills flashing through his body with each spasmodic burst of white hot liquid from his heavily burgeoning cock. His erupting climax seemed to last forever along with hers and when at last the final spurt of semen shot from his deflating shaft, he felt totally drained. His head collapsed between the wide splayed thighs of the happily whimpering child. They were both lost for an instant in total oblivion...
The shrill sound of the telephone ringing in the office jolted the young coach to his senses.
Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to me!
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CHAPTER TWO
"Pat ... are you home, baby?" Steve called as he went through the living room door of their high-rise apartment.
He stopped in the doorway to the den. His lovely blonde wife looked up from the desk where she was grading papers, "Hello, darling," she greeted him, giving him a warm smile. Steve tried to smile back, but the muscles in his face felt stiff and unused. How was he ever going to manage to act normally, as though nothing had!
"What happened today?" Pat asked casually. "You're so late getting home I was wondering if you had some problem with the girls. I even tried to call you, but no answer."
Steve felt an involuntary tightening in his gut. Even after the several drinks he'd tossed down in the bar he was unable to control his shaking hands.
"No, no problem ... just stopped off for a couple of beers after class," the guilty husband answered in what he hoped was a convincing tone.
"Do you mean to say my little angels have driven you to drink?" Pat joked as she pushed her chair away from the desk to sit next to her husband who had collapsed weakly on the couch. "I really appreciate your taking that class for me, honey," she said, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "I wouldn't trust anyone else with my girls!"
Steve quickly averted his eyes. How would he ever be able to face her after what he had done? How could he face himself? Full realization of the depravity of his act had come to him with brutal force the moment he heard the phone ringing in the gym, and he knew that all the liquor in the world would not wash away his deep shame and guilt. Nevertheless, the young man reasoned, it might help soothe the pain, and he sure as hell needed something, so he stopped into his favorite tavern to try to sort out his thoughts before facing Pat.
It had taken quite a while to calm the little nympho, Rene Hamilton down. She had actually tried to get him to fuck her afterwards. Her first real taste of sex had been too much. She was loving it more than he ever dreamed she would. He had used every ounce of patience he could muster to reassure the child that he would do it to her some other time if she promised not to tell anyone they had done it, so the man and the child exchanged solemn vows that they would never breathe a word of it to anyone. Steve was not totally confident in the little girl's ability to keep a secret, but there was another concern, even worse than the gnawing fear of discovery ... fear of himself ... what if he did it again!
"Feel like a drink before dinner, honey?" Steve said, nervously getting up from the couch to move toward the bar. I've got to calm down, he thought to himself, or she's sure to suspect something!
"Sure, sweetheart," Pat murmured, following her husband across the room. She stood behind him while he mixed a pitcher of martinis, slipping her arms around his waist and pressing her voluptuous breasts seductively against his back. "I don't know what the occasion is," she whispered kissing the back of his neck, "but I'm ready to celebrate."
"Well, then, let me get the glasses," he laughed a little irritably as he slipped from her arms. He was seized by an unreasonable anger at Pat. It was all her fault he had become a child molester ... if she would have taken her own class this afternoon nothing would have ever happened ... he would still be a respectable member of the community, a good husband, a good teacher! And what the hell was she doing now, pressing here tits on his back, coming onto him ... it's too late, he wanted to yell, I've already licked Rene Hamilton's pussy and turned an innocent ten year old into a blithering wanton!
Steve filled two glasses with the icy liquor and handed one to his wife, fighting the urge to drain his in one long swallow.
"To the most wonderful man in the world," Pat toasted him.
Steve felt mortified. If she only knew what kind of man her husband was! But she must never know ... never!
"I mean it, darling, you don't know what it means to me to have a husband I can rely on. If you hadn't taken my gymnastics class this afternoon I wouldn't have been able to attend the meeting and I wouldn't have been selected!"
Steve felt a chill rush up his spine at his wife's innocent mention of the afternoon class. "Wouldn't have been selected for what?" he asked as calmly as he could, sipping heavily at his martini.
"Oh Steve!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes dancing with excitement. "I've been dying to tell you all afternoon! I was selected to represent Oak Grove at the elementary teacher's conference in Seattle!"
Steve managed a smile. "Well, that's wonderful Pat! That's quite an honor for you, honey ... I'm really proud of you!" He kissed his wife and sat back down on the couch.
"Well," she admitted with a sly grin. "I wasn't exactly first choice. Lois Daniels had already been selected but became ill and had to decline at the last minute."
"It's still an honor," her husband assured her. "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow, right after class. And I'll be gone a week ... so..." she moved to cuddle next to Steve on the couch, looking seductively up at him over the rim of her glass.
Steve felt blessedly relieved at first. She'd be gone a week! He would have a week to collect himself enough to face her ... but then it hit him. She'd be gone during the gymnastics meet in San Francisco.
"But Pat! What about the girl's meet? It's next week, you won't be back in time."
"I know," she said, frowning. "How did they do today anyway? Did they behave themselves?"
With his wife's words the whole crazy incident passed through his mind, that was still not numbed by the alcohol. He looked at his beautiful blonde wife with only one thought. Distract her. Make her think about something else! He couldn't sit here and let her question him, let her unknowingly bring it all back! His tongue darted out to wet his parched lips and deliberately he drained his glass and placed it on the coffee table.
"I don't know about the girls," he whispered huskily, "but with my wife leaving for a week, I'm sure not going to behave..."
"I was hoping you would say something to that effect," Pat said, smiling happily up at her handsome husband. She finished her drink quickly and sat the empty glass down next to Steve's while he reached over to slowly find the tie on the thin caftan she wore and pull it gently off her smooth, sloping shoulders. The folds of the sheer cotton fell open to reveal her enticing nakedness and Steve's hands slid up her slender waist to cup her full ripened breasts. Then he slid his hands around her back to pull her almost naked body to him while his mouth came down hard to claim her wetly opening lips.
As they faced each other for a moment, Steve's eyes drank in the lush beauty of his wife. What more could a man want in a woman, he thought, feasting his gaze on the upturned mounds of her large firm breasts, wide spread and set high on her chest. Her tiny, slender waist . swelled out into curving girlish hips, and her flat belly pulled in forming a little hollow. He crushed her delicately feminine body close into the circle of his arms, his lips seeking hers and finding them softly pliant and ready.
Steve kissed her hard then, his throat making little animal sounds, as her mouth parted and her tongue darted hungrily into his mouth, the familiar honeyed taste of her driving through him to produce an involuntary jerking of his cock against the confinement of his pants. He coursed his hands over the smoothness of her back and allowed them to drift down to fondle and massage the swelling mounds of her buttocks.
Then the handsome young husband pulled her tight against his loins, the lithe muscles of her buttocks working in his hands as she undulated gently up against him. For long moments he savored the erotic probing of her tongue in his mouth, and the smooth silkiness of her grinding buttocks, before he slipped his thumbs back up and over the shoulders of her caftan and pulled it down so that it slipped off along the lust-inciting taper of her thighs to fall in a pool on the carpet.
The deep kiss was unbroken as she remained encircled by her husband's strong arms. He drew the golden triangle of her pelvis to him, and his tongue snaked out to pressure deeper through the warm wet cavern of her mouth. He heard her moan of desire and felt her hips flexing as she pressed herself tight to him. Her body shuddered softly when his tongue made electrifying contact with hers deep in her mouth.
Steve Whitman stood with his beautiful young wife in his arms while her tongue stabbed keeningly erotic sensations coursing thorough his strong young body. Goddam, he thought, Pat's wonderful woman. She's the most important thing in my life ... I must not lose her! Thank God she's forgotten about his afternoon ... I would have never been able to stand the torture of her innocent questions! The young husband raised his hands to gently brush his wife's long blonde hair from her lovely face. Gently then, Pat backed away from him, saying breathlessly, "Steve darling ... let's get your clothes off too ... Oh, darling, its been so long..."
Steve felt the familiar guilt rushing through him at her words. It had been a long time since he'd fucked his beautiful sexy wife. God, how he hoped she was able to understand that it was his own confused state that kept him from her. She must understand, he realized, as he regarded her with somber blue eyes. Without understanding it would be humanly impossible to maintain the patient love and consideration she had shown him over the past few months. Steve felt his heart going out to her in a surge of deep love and appreciation, so strong in its intensity that it was able to overcome the malignant guilt that had been plaguing his bitter soul.
"I love you Pat, more than anything in the world ... and ... I want you, baby..." he stammered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
"I love you too darling," she said, moving close to nuzzle next to him and slide her smooth hand down over his hard chest and flat belly. Skillfully she unfastened his pants and slipped her cool fingers inside his stroke his cock and gently caress his balls. Oh God! she thought happily, he's hard already. His beautiful big cock was stiff and rigid! Vaguely she wondered what had set him off, but it didn't matter, he wanted her!
Steve breathed a sigh of relief as she pressed her luscious body next to his, her eyes closed and her breath coming jerkily through half parted lips. He knew the crisis was over; he could feel the sparks of sexual excitement in him being fanned into licking flames of desire.
"Oh Steve, I want you darling, I want you so badly..." she breathed, raw passion flushing her face her eyes glazing as he held her close. She felt her husband move his hips up against her, the warmth of him transmitted to her clearly through the cloth of his pants. Pat lifted her lips up to him to be kissed and the fervor of his kiss surprised her with its urgency. Thank God, it looked like she was going to have her husband back again! Ever since she told him she wanted no children, Steve had become indifferent to her. She knew he would come around eventually, if she didn't press and if she remained patient, but it had been so long ... she was beginning to wonder how much longer she would be able to withstand it!
Steve accepted the invitation of her lips. Their mouths met, welded and their tongues thrust and parried, probing, tasting, ravaging as a riotous welter of sensations slashed and seared at their anticipating loins.
Steve's hands went exploring, moving down her back to the rounded moons of her smooth supple buttocks to feel them squirm in his hands again, and remembering for all her maturity she still had the body of a voluptuous young teenage girl.
Pat's hand slid down between them, to feel again the pulsingly hardened shaft of her husband's cock. She remembered the massiveness of it as she outlined the prominent bulge in his pants with her fingers, and extra little thrill stabbing her deep inside when she made the electric contact. She moved her hand along the hardened length and remembered the first time, remembered how frightened she had been ... remembered how wonderfully gentle and patient he was with her until at last he had shown her what ecstasy it could bring her. Oh God! He felt so huge ... he hadn't wanted to fuck her in so long ... she had waited weeks and now she didn't think she could wait another second!
Twisting her head aside she gasped, "Oh, Steve, hurry darling ... please hurry! I want to feel your magnificent cock fucking deep up inside my cunt!! ! " Swiftly her hands went to work, zipping down his fly, reaching inside to find and free his eagerly throbbing penis, bringing its massive, hardened presence out into the cool air to fondle and tease into complete readiness with her knowing hands. The beautiful blonde gasped as she felt the surprising size of it again, its blood-heated warmth sensuously, erotically penetrating the palm of her slender hand which could not encompass it. Her touch brought it pulsing to even greater hardness, jerking involuntarily, while with a heightened feeling of awe, she began to explore it. She used her nails to scrape gently along its rigid length, knowing that it would give her husband a violent erotic charge. Her reward came almost instantly. She felt its lustful, expanding throb, accompanied by his low moan of pleasure.
Steve's befuddled brain wandered to the difference in his wife's skillful ministrations and the total inexpertise of the young girl. No! No! He warned himself, that wasn't what he wanted to think about ... concentrate on Pat ... concentrate on the woman you love!
Steve began to rid himself of his clothing, tearing off his jacket and shirt while Pat continued to tease and taunt at his raging cock. Bare to the waist now, he felt one of her hands snake down between his legs to cup his semen filled testicles. Again she used her nails to titillate until he gasped aloud, the sensations sparking his massive penis to jerk and exude a viscous tear of heated pre-cum.
Feeling the pulsing, blood swollen hot in her hand, Pat suddenly shifted both hands to the shaft of his cock. She squeezed hard and held it for a couple of beats of his heart. Again, Steve groaned, then gripped the waistband of his pants and shorts to pull them down over his hips to completely expose his naked loins. Then, using both hands, she began to twist the loose folds of skin along the hardened length of his cock, her hands rotating in opposite directions, sending exquisite erotic sensations stabbing through his lust-engorged shaft like a thousand needles of fire, bringing yet another moan and short gasp from his lips. God! He had to fuck his cock into her ... fast! He stepped back, away from her, leaning over to rid himself of the rest of his clothing. Quickly, the handsome man shed his shoes and stepped out of his pants, tossing them carelessly to the side. Then he turned back to his eager young wife, who had been reluctant to release him, even for a moment.
"Yes, baby ... that's it!" he groaned. "I'm dying to fuck you ... fuck you so you'll know you've been fucked, baby..."
Reaching down, he grasped her under the arms, and she was reluctantly forced to let his jerking cock slide from her hungrily clasping hand. His arms went around her, his hands dropping down to the supple smoothness of her buttocks to feel the silky lithe flesh under his hands. His strong fingers kneaded tenderly the soft and pliant resiliency of her flesh, marveling in the tender firmness.
Then pulling her in tight against him, he forced the hardened rod of his cock between her thighs, pushing it into the thin blonde curls of the pubic hair lining the pulsating cuntal passage. He thrust it back and forth there, feeling the smooth moisture of her warmly throbbing pussy flow over his lust-heated hardness.
The firmly pointed buds of her erect nipples thrust into his chest as her arms went around him. Then parting her thighs slightly, Pat dropped her hands down to grasp his slim, hard-muscled buttocks, pulling him in until their loins met, pubic hair intermeshing, until his cock head nestled solidly all the way up between her legs in the moist warmth of her cunt. Then the huge bulbous head of his shaft was taunting the tightly puckered little lips of her anus.
"Tell me you want me, Pat," Steve hissed through his passion-dry throat, as he sawed the massive shaft back and forth in the tender flesh of her stickily moistened cuntal mouth. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you..."
"Oh, darling, yes! Yes! Yes, I want you ... my pussy's on fire ... I want your wonderful cock inside me ... fucking me..."
She leaned back away from him, breaking the circle of his arms, and with a guttural groan, Steve swept up his slender blonde wife and carried her into the bedroom.
Pat couldn't understand it. She didn't know what had happened to her handsome young husband, but whatever it was, she was all for it. She was almost crying with joy to have him want to fuck her again, after all the long weeks ... months, of suffering his indifference. She knew it had to do with the heartbreaking news about not having babies, but thank God he'd finally come to realize that sex was for more than babies!
Breathing hard, Steve laid his wife down on the bed and Pat spread her legs teasingly in open invitation. Steve let his hands wander over her breasts, fondling and cupping them, delighting in her beauty. Then he slid his fingers gently down over her belly, down the outside of her soft thighs, and back up the soft inner surface to her sparsely hair-lined pussy which she rubbed sensuously with her fingers while she waited for him to fuck her.
Steve glanced down between her thighs, gazing at her sexual treasures while he reveled in the warmth, and desire that was painfully burning in his cock. Sensing that her young husband liked what he saw, Pat responded by spreading her thighs even farther apart, stretching her lithe tanned limbs as far as they would go, trembling in gnawing passion, hungering for him like never before! The young man had an unobstructed view of his wife's hungrily trembling pussy lips, now opened fully to his eager stare. The sensual pleasure of merely being nakedly vulnerable before him had excited her beyond measure and the tell-tale moisture along the rim of her slightly parted vaginal flanges transmitted the knowledge to her husband who continued to gaze in awe at the narrow trail of warm moistness along the slit of her cunt as she exposed herself, unashamed, to him.
"Christ, you're beautiful!" he breathed, the words slipping uncontrollably from his lips. The madly excited coach tried to restrain himself, though he would have liked nothing better than to have dropped to his knees and bury his tongue in that soft, deliciously pulsating crevice between her trim naked thighs. There was not any doubt that Pat was ready to get fucked, more ready than he could ever remember her being before. Steve cursed himself silently for denying her, and himself for so long. But he had to concentrate on Pat ... think only of her pleasure ... purge his fevered brain of little girl images by losing himself in the full ripened splendor of his gorgeous wife. He would make this good for her ... the best fuck of her life!
Pat smiled up at him coyly, measuring his response as she moistened her pink lips with the wet tip of a pointed tongue, rolling it slowly, tantalizingly from side to side.
Steve stood there watching for a moment, his long thick cock jutting out from his hairy loins at an acute angle. Pat's eyes were fixed on it, a smile of lewd anticipation crossing her face. She was always amazed at its magnificent enormity, and she wanted it ... God, how she wanted it.
"Oh, it's beautiful, Steve..." she gasped in appreciation. "Give it to me, darling, give me your marvelous big cock!" The voluptuous naked woman lifted both her slender arms up to pull her husband down onto her, opening her smooth silky thighs when they fused together, then clamping them tightly around one of his legs. Steve gasped at the feel of her incredible body, the warmly inviting suppleness of her flesh, the enticing firmness of her thighs that squeezed him tightly.
As their lips blended hotly together, tongues alternately pushing and pulling she ground her naked pelvis harder against his loins. Steve could feel her shiver from head to toe as her voluptuous softness rubbed maddeningly against the throbbing ridge of his cock. He wanted her ... wanted her now more than anything and it was her unconcealed, unashamed lust for his body, for the satisfying thrust of his eager cock into the sheath of her shamelessly wanton pussy that fanned the burning desire in his loins.
The wet smear from his pulsing cock was streaking against his naked thigh, but she didn't ease her thorough massaging of his hardening erection. With the smoothness of her thigh and the firm, gently mound of her pubis, the desperate young wife ground against him rhythmically, teasingly, stirring an incredible agony of lustful passion in his loins, filling his swollen testicles with a seething inferno of boiling sperm. He was sure that he would burst apart at any second from the unbearable pressure.
For a moment's pause, he pulled his tongue from the voraciously sucking oval of her lips and snuggled his face alongside hers, easing his hand down to her side to fondle the ivory moon of her ass cheek.
Pat felt she was in heaven! It staggered the imagination! She had not enjoyed such unbridled lovemaking with her husband in years. He had always been a good lover, satisfying her in every way, but in the last few months it had changed, their fucking becoming less and less frequent. She had faith that he would eventually come around, but she had expected it to evolve slowly. What could have possibly brought on this incredible, wonderful change?
Steve squeezed a thick handful of her warm naked buttocks between his fingers and she responded with a shiver that shook even his own body as he lay on top of her. He realized that she was quivering beneath him, her pubic mound pressed up against his virile male loins, her thighs clamped together around his leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against the hot eager lips of her cunt, pushing her soft hungry pussy shamelessly against his nakedly throbbing cock.
Pat reached down the length of her husband's muscular back, ran her fingers over the-hard swell of his buttocks and then shoved her hands between his legs, squeezing firmly but tenderly the hair covered sac beneath his turgid cock. He moaned at the electric touch of her fingers, "Oh God ... I want you ... I want some of that cunt, baby..."
"Oh yes, Steve ... and hurry! Please hurry darling!" She held her arms up to him again, inviting him, taunting him to come into her, and below her thighs were splayed out wide to receive him, and her hips ground in tiny impatient circles beneath him.
The madly aroused young man lowered himself down on top of his' wife, his hips wedging easily into the wide angle of her thighs, his lancing hardness probing for the tender flesh of her moist cuntal slit. The instant his lust-inflated cock flesh touched her, she shuddered under him with sensual delight, her whole body quivering with ecstatic anticipation.
Then, between passion-clenched teeth he gritted out, "I'm going to fuck you wild and hard Pat, fuck you like you've never had it before!"
"Oh Steve baby, I hope so! Do it to me, just like that, fast and hard ... just as hard as you can. I want to be filled with every inch of your big hard cock!"
And she meant it. Her sexual arousal had reached such an insane level of desire that she could barely contain herself. She wanted the huge hardness up inside, pounding her with masculine power and strength. She wanted his massive cock to turn her cunt inside out, to tear her, rip her, destroy her with its ecstatic power. She wanted to be his sex-slave ... she wanted it now, with all her being!
Steve was determined to fuck her crazy. Perhaps if he gave his beautiful wife what she had needed for so long, if he were able to lose himself completely in her yielding femininity, he would be able to forget this afternoon in the gym ... forget the terrible transgression with that child!
Steve pressed his masculine hardness against his wife's tender body, crushing his lips against hers. He felt her back arch as his hand slipped down between them, closing in on the moist warm softness of her seething cunt. A cry of deliciously erotic joy escaped her lips as his fingers taunted and caressed the hotly quivering bud of her swollen clitoris and she kissed him harder in reply, probing hungrily with her tongue between his teeth, grinding against him as his very touch brought a wave of maddening desire to her throbbing loins.
Then, the head of his cock resting at the hungering portal of her cunt, she moaned aloud, "Oh Steve ... pleeeease! Please give it to me now! Shove your cock into my cunt and fuck it! fuck it. . .fuck it!" Her head tossed frantically as she clawed his back, she was desperate, totally mad with desire!
Steve waited a few seconds while his wife felt as though her whole existence was concentrated on her quiveringly expectant vagina. There was nothing else in the world! Her whole being had been reduced to no more than a huge, aching, anticipating cunt ... waiting to be fucked ... torn asunder and fulfilled by her husband's hard, pulsating cock! Nothing else existed for her ... only the delicious sensations coursing in her vibrantly wanting ... needing cunt! Now! Her mind screamed the words over and over, Now ... fuck me now!
The insanely aroused young blonde wife wriggled forward just a bit, a soft moan on her lips as the full length of his desire hardened penis nestled against her ravenous pussy. He reached down beneath her with strong arms and cradled her voluptuous nakedness against him, savored the quivering undulations of her soft body trapped helplessly beneath him.
He maneuvered her now unprotected cunt up tighter against him, dragging the lust-inflated head of his cock back and forth through the moist pink slit of her pussy, flicking the end of his cock along the taut cuntal slit as it grew wetter and warmer with every smooth caressing stroke. Her whole pelvis began to rotate desperately, her blood filled pussy lips nibbling eagerly at his thick hard member. Suddenly, with an anguished cry of ravished impatience, she snaked her legs up around him, locking them behind his thighs, pressuring his harder against her writhing nakedness.
Steve was as eager to feel those warm pussy lips around his cock as she was to have it inside her. Grabbing for his aching penis, she pressed it forward into the deep, fleshy sheath of her cunt, guiding it through the fine mist of soft pubic hair into the quivering lips of her burning vagina. He stopped there a second and watching her eyes close and her lips part he knew he could not wait a second longer. Snapping his hips toward her with all his strength, he rammed his cock with a vicious thrust that slicked his rock-hard flesh like a spear into the softly yielding walls of her hotly pulsating cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhh," she moaned with soul-stirred relief as her warmly constrictive pussy sheath slipped like a tight, butter filled glove up over the full length of his cock, the tender cuntal flesh parting before it as the huge swollen head drove between the now widely stretched pink lips.
With the smoothness of a well-oiled piston, his great cock smashed into the passage of her vagina, the hotly throbbing head bursting through the resilient opening and racing unchecked up into her belly. His lusty cock plunged far up to the very depths of her cunt, the blood engorged head nudging past her cervix to lodge finally against the far back wall of her feverishly quivering vaginal passage.
like a two-edged sword, it brought Pat instant pleasure accompanied by instant pain and she groaned out in the anguish of mixed emotions. But choosing to ignore the painful part of it, she concentrated on the keening sensuality, mouth open, breath rasping in her lungs, eyes glazed and unseeing, and thigh shaking as he took in all of his immense length and thickness, receiving him to the fullest. His loins smacked loudly, painfully into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls sung up hard to thud into the smooth hairless crevice between her nakedly upturned buttocks.
"Oh! Oohh! Oooooohhh! Godddd! It's so big and so gooood!" she moaned in tormented enchantment.
Steve lost all control, ramming his cock's throbbing head deep inside her, his balls slapping hard against the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, as she squirmed to ease the sudden pain. It was wonderful for Steve to skewer his young wife like this, to fill her so full of cock that she couldn't escape. Her voluptuous body spread wide beneath him, he swiveled his hips and ground his burrowing cock relentlessly deeper and deeper into her hopelessly impaled belly. He was mindlessly reveling in the sheer wickedness of his joy in her total helplessness and vulnerability.
With inspired vitality now, Steve ground his pelvis into the softly wriggling feminine flesh under his weight as she pushed back hard and fast against him, arching up and lifting them both up from the bed as a long low moan issued continually from her lips. With rhythmic fluidity, she opened and tightened her thighs around him with every punishing thrust that he buried deep in her now hungrily clasping pussy. Her mouth opened and her head tossed wildly from side to side as she squirmed and writhed like a fish impaled on a spear. His long hard strokes had found their mark, and a hoarse cry punctuated her incessant moans as the blood filled tip of his penis slammed against her cervix at the end of every hard driving inward fuck.
With insane power, Steve began driving his lust hardened cock in and out of her, pounding wildly, probing always deeper and deeper, harder and harder, not pausing for a moment as he pinned her to the bed, skewering her with his rigid male flesh, his massive cock pummeling her, fucking her like a mythological sex demon.
Pulling her thighs back hard, the handsome coach mashed them down tightly against the swelling ripeness of her breasts to completely expose her helpless body to his will. It gave his the fullest access, allowing him to thrust into her to the full length of his massively driving hardness. She was moaning unceasingly now, her hips grinding up at him in shameless undulations, countering his pile-driving lunges with the vigor of her supple young flesh.
Pat was afire with desire ... and the fire was fed on the mounting sensations within her, obliterating all thoughts except those of sensual ecstasy! There was only one thing of which she was fully aware; the lewd animal coupling of their wetly locked bodies. It was total rapture!
What had started as a distraction, a feint to keep his wife from forcing him to remember the terrible thing he'd done that afternoon with the ten year old girl, had turned into something else entirely. It was as though he wanted to punish his wife, put the blame on her for the incident with the innocent little Rene. Yet, each time he closed his eyes to give himself up to the bliss that was filling the center of his being, all he could see was the beautiful little girl.'
He was aware of nothing but the feel of the electrically vibrating flesh beneath his hands. His lips were on hers, his tongue probing her mouth in obscene imitation of the action below. Now, his lips were on the smooth satiny skin of her breasts, kissing, sucking and biting ... biting at her swollen nipples . . .and a strange sadistic pleasure was added to the already soaring rapture in his burning, throbbing cock.
Steve's body covered his wife's, the heated friction of his skin on hers added heightening of sensation as he drove into her. His strong lean body strained to bury the heavy rod of his cock up to the very root with every thundering plunge.
"Baby, baby, it's so good, so good," he moaned as he fucked far up into his wife's belly, and then his hand reached frantically down under her and slid between the lust-dampened cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers searching the soft flesh as he probed for the forbidden orifice of her tiny puckered anus. His middle fingertip finally found the tightly puckered little circle, moistened with the rivulet of cuntal moisture that seeped down from the warm wet slit above where his penis was still sawing into her in long deep strokes. He pushed at the incredibly tight ring of muscle, gently at first, then a little harder, feeling it tighten and resist his lewd entry in quivering spasms of involuntary tensing.
"Oh! Darling ... darling," she moaned helplessly. "It hurts, it hurts, but I love it! Don't stop hurting me, don't stop..." It was a new thing for Pat, this double entry into both her cunt and rectum at the same time, but she responded willingly to the searing anguish of pleasure-pain in masochistic delight.
Another push and his middle finger was sunk to the base inside her rectal passage, and she was screaming with the pain, but urging him on. He had to fight to keep her powerful thighs and back from tossing him in the air as the beautiful blonde thrust and ground her hotly devouring pussy and ass-hole up and down on his cock and finger like a wild, female savage completely lost in wanton madness. Pat could not believe the fantastic sensation! She felt his cock fucking into her through the fleshy membrane that separated the two passages, and he was fucking both his finger and his cock into her with perfect rhythm, in slow steady strokes that were driving her insane with unbearable desire.
His cock felt like a pole, swollen and distended beyond belief, yet the soft wet walls of pink flesh held him securely, the moist edges of her pussy lips sucking him deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of her belly. Every inward thrust slammed his sperm-bloated testicles against the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks and the palm of his hand as he shoved still another finger into the tight fleshy opening. She cried out as the two fingers stretched the delicate ring of her anus unbearably wide, and her nails bit into his skin and left thin streaks of red across his shoulder blades as she writhed frantically beneath him. Struggling up in a torment of passion, Pat was trying to suck every muscular inch of her husband's firm hard body into the ravenously hungering orifices up between her legs.
Steve doubted he could hold back the searing flood of thick hot sperm that was aching to burst from his testicles as he fucked up into her faster now, every thrust taking him to the hidden reaches of her churning belly, every deep lunging motion bringing another cry of anguished ecstasy to her parted lips. Her thighs were gripped around him like a vise, and Steve knew she would reach a wildly screaming soon. He brought a moan from deep in her throat as he continued the savage plundering assault on her pussy with his deeply skewering cock, matched with a steady ravishment of her painfully stretched anus with his fingers.
Her knees were pressed tightly back against her rhythmically jerking tits, nearly doubling her body in half, her nakedly upturned pussy moist with the flowing juices of her desire. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted with an inaudible cry. At last the words choked from her throat:
"Oh God, oh God! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... That's it baby, fuck it hard! Harder! Tear my cunt open with your big, beautiful cock!"
Her ankles were behind his shoulders as she ground her buttocks hungrily upward, lifting them both up bodily from the bed, her whole body writhing with unbelievable strength, strength drawn from the fathomless well of passion that lived inside her.
Then the room suddenly echoed with the soul-rending moan that tore from Steve's lips with all the fury of his pent up passion. His body tensed in its full, sweat-moistened length, arching up and remaining completely still for an instant before lurching downward with brutal force to fuse together with his wife in one lewdly writhing union. Her hands locked onto the firm muscular half moons of his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her belly, as she quivered with the blissful agony of her climax.
"Aaaaagggghhh..." Her cry trailed off to a whimper of anguished pleasure, and Steve let go the painful contraction that had held back the seething torrent of hot liquid cum building up in the confines of his lust-swollen balls. He felt the current of viscous fluid race along the shaft of his cock, pause for an instant then spurt in an unending stream into his wildly gyrating young wife's belly. Steve shuddered over and over as his balls were emptied of their juices until at last, no longer able to support himself outstretched over her still trembling naked body, he collapsed heavily with his full weight in her arms. His now deflated cock was cradled softly up inside the wet, flesh-lined sheath of his wife's sperm-flooded pussy while she still gripped his buttocks tightly with her long, tanned legs. The totally spent coach lay still for a very long time, saying nothing, almost unconscious, lost for the moment in the blissful contentment of having overcome the prison of isolation he had felt he had been in for the past long, long several months.. . .
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CHAPTER THREE
Steve Whitman had never, in three years of teaching, resented going to school, but today the young coach found himself fighting the urge to call in sick. Usually the young couple took separate cars to school because of their different schedules, but Steve had promised to take Pat to the airport after classes.
In spite of the wild passion of his beautiful young wife, Steve knew that he was being drawn inexorably deeper into his perverse fascination with young girls that had started with little Rene Hamilton only yesterday. Even after the beautiful love-making with Pat, the distraught young coach woke the following morning with red eyes and aching head. He had slept very poorly, his rest being disrupted by lurid dreams involving an assortment of mellifluous young pussies neatly arranged in a box labeled "Whitman Sampler" with Steve Whitman gluttonously attempting to devour them all at once.
He awoke with his cock feeling as large as a baseball bat, swollen and distended beyond belief, but Pat was already up and dressed, scurrying about to get ready for her trip before the day of classes. They had a serious argument on the way to school, Steve protesting angrily her assumption that he would be responsible for taking her gymnastics class to the meet in San Francisco.
"Why the hell didn't you think of your class before you accepted the appointment to represent us in Seattle?" the angry young husband questioned.
"Because I would have never started the class in the first place if you hadn't agreed to help me with it, and naturally I assumed you were willing to live up to your end of the bargain. It isn't as though I were going on a vacation, just giving up my responsibilities for selfish reasons!"
Steve had to admit she was right. He had encouraged her to begin her gymnastics class, promising his full support, and now when for the first time she asked him to help her, he acted as though it were an imposition. How could he explain? How could he tell her that he was afraid to be alone with the little girls for fear of what he might do ... or, what they might do to him! Steve had no other choice but to accept the trip in order not to arouse his wife's suspicions. He'd simply have to summon all his strength. After all, he had already lived twenty eight years without being tempted by young girls, even though he'd been around them every day for the last three years! It would be alright, he tried to tell himself. He would remember fucking his wife last night. He would just keep reminding himself that she was everything a man could ever hope for in a woman. She was beautiful, bright, sexually uninhibited and passionate ... and he loved her with all his heart.
This was all whirling through the young coach's head as he went through the routine of his morning classes. He was feeling much better by the afternoon, both physically and mentally ... things seemed to have settled down to normal. He met his wife for lunch and apologized for his harsh words that morning on the way to school, assuring her that he would be happy to take her girls to San Francisco and that she was to enjoy herself in Seattle at the conference and not worry about a thing. After all, the trip with the gymnastics class only involved two days, one weekend, and the following week Pat would be back and he would probably not have to deal with her class again for the rest of the semester.
By the time he'd let his wife off at the airport that afternoon Steve had convinced himself that what he'd done the day before was a momentary aberration out of a whole lifetime. Didn't everyone go a little crazy at least once in their life? He had been judging himself too harshly ... he was back in control and everything was going to be fine...
Since Pat wasn't going to be home, Steve decided this would be a good time to catch up on some lesson plans and over-due papers that needed to be graded and returned, so instead of going back to the apartment, the young coach decided to go back to school and take advantage of the quiet afternoon. He'd finish all his work for the week and then go home to a nice evening of relaxation and television.
Walking down the deserted hall, Steve Whitman was feeling almost himself again. Work was a wonderful thing, the young man thought, to take one's mind off one's problems. Especially if the work happened to be a thing as important to society as teaching ... it was challenging and comforting at the same time. The building took on an entirely different character with everyone gone, Steve noticed, as his heels echoed hollowly on the floor. Arriving at the door to his classroom, Steve fumbled in his pockets for his keys when suddenly there was a noise, a whimpering sound!
The young man stood still and listened. There it was again. Someone was in trouble ... but where? He looked down the deserted corridor. There was no one in sight in either direction. The doors along the hall were all closed. Then he realized that the sound he heard was coming from the girl's restroom. Someone was sick in there ... moaning ... alone...
Without thinking, Steve moved swiftly toward the door. How lucky that he had decided to come in after school to work, he thought; otherwise, the poor sick child might have been locked in the building for hours! Maybe even all night! That was exactly the reason for the rule against students lingering in the building after class, he thought, making metal note to use this illustration to his class in order to impress upon them the importance of following the rules.
Steve was surprised to see nothing but two little feet beneath the partially open door of one of the stalls. The child's lacy yellow panties were down around her ankles and while Steve stood wondering what to do, he heard the moaning whimper again, stronger this time and more intense. Without knowing exactly why, Steve hesitated and listened intently. There was a certain quality of tone to the little moans that caused him to re-evaluate his first impression ... those were not the moans of pain ... they were, most definitely, moans of pleasure!
Cautiously, Steve advanced toward the stall until he could see the reflection inside from the mirror, and there, straddled obscenely over the bowl was the unmistakable form of Millie Parker, her head bent and her middle finger fucking furiously up into her fuzz-fringed little pussy!
Steve stared in rapt fascination. He had no idea little girls did that sort of thing! Finger-fucked themselves! The sight of the twelve year old girl rapturously involved in lewd self-stimulation sent chills of excited delight rampaging through his loins, and then he nearly gasped aloud as she began a subtle undulation of her slim little hips. Steve stood for long moments in stunned silence feeling his own arousal mounting rapidly, and then he saw it ... the pink glistening ribbon of her moistened little pussy flashed like a beacon before his gaping eyes! The pre-teen girl had spread her shapely legs even wider and impatiently pulled her short pleated skirt up farther past her waist in order to gain better access to her passion-swollen little cunt.
Steve felt his mouth and throat going dry as additional bolts of aroused sensation spiraled through his rising cock. Millie had kicked off her panties and stretched her legs widely apart as though to welcome some phantom lover while her fingers continued their insane fucking up inside her almost hairless little pussy.
The young coach was so totally taken aback by the sight of the child sprawled openly before him stroking her vagina with such total abandon that he forgot for a moment where he was. At first, he thought he was imagining the obscene spectacle, it was an hallucination, born from his own demented lustful subconscious. But. shaking his head as if to clear it, the young man realized that he was not conjuring up what he saw ... Millie Parker was finger fucking herself in the girl's toilet! Steve's incredulous eyes glued themselves in unrestrained growing lust on the delectable vision of Millie's widely spread little pussy with the sparse silky blonde curls lining the fleshy lips of her enticing pink vaginal slit. The vision had its immediate effects on the handsome coach, rekindling the lecherous sensations he had known just yesterday with little Rene. And then, as his hand moved down of its own volition to the now bulging protrusion in his pants a sudden realization flashed in his brain with blinding force ... Millie was old enough to fuck! Every moment of the forbidden pleasure he had know with Rene raced incitingly through him, plus that denied ecstasy of sticking his cock inside her sweet little pussy!
"Millie Parker!" Steve said sharply, pushing open the door to the stall, his lecherously infused brain beginning to scheme lustily. In shocked awe, the frightened twelve year old girl gaped up at the intruder, his unexpected presence completely destroying her. "What are you doing, young lady!" he demanded harshly.
Millie immediately burst into tears, too shocked to even think about altering her lewd position for several seconds, and then as her young face began to crumble before him, tears of horrified shame brimming from her wide blue eyes to gusli down her cheeks, she quickly closed her legs and pulled her short skirt down over her naked pussy.
"I asked you a question, Millie!" Steve insisted with a harsh whisper, having no intention of letting the child slip out of his clutches now. "What were you doing? Or would you prefer that I call your parents..."
"Oh, please, Mr. Whitman! Please don't do that!" she choked' out between sobs. "Please!"
"You were playing with yourself, weren't you? Isn't . that right? he taunted through clenched teeth, a twinge of sadistic delight darting through him at her weeping helplessness.
"Y-Yes sir..." she nodded, her sobbing face buried in her hands, her debasement and humiliation forcing her to hide her face in shame.
"Well, that must be something new in gymnastics that I'm not familiar with," Steve continued, intending to destroy her last bit of resistance. "Do all the girls do that or are you the only one?" he taunted cruelly.
"Oh please Mr. Whitman, I'm sorry ... really, really sorry!" the humiliated young girl pleaded.
"Well, I wonder how your mother and father will react to your sorry, Millie. It's up to them to handle this..." Steve stood above her, his eyes flashing as he waited for her response.
"NO! Mr. Whitman PLEASE! You can't!" she cried, her wide tear filled eyes beseeching him hopefully. "They would kill me, Mr. Whitman. They might send me away to a private school ... I'd have to run away from home ... I might kill myself!" Millie broke out into loud wails of protest then, totally devastated by the thought of her fate.
"Now just calm yourself Millie!" Steve demanded, worried that she might attract attention with her sobs. "We'll just have to talk about this coolly and calmly." Steve released a long, slow sigh, then rubbed his hand over his brow as if he were making a momentous decision. "You know I don't want to do anything that would hurt you, Millie ... but what you were doing ... I don't know. You should learn to be more careful ... doing a thing like that in a public restroom..." He paused then, letting the unexpected gist of his words sink into the child's befuddled brain. He watched for a change in expression in her face and continued. "What you were doing, Millie, is called masturbation. Do you masturbate often?"
Her face flushed crimson-red and she shook her blonde curls in the anticipated lie. Of course she did ... she was a normal healthy young girl! Steve reached down and picked up her discarded panties from the floor and watched her turn a deeper shade of red. "I think you'd better put these back on and then we can go to the teacher's lounge for a private talk." he said sternly.
Millie stepped into her panties while Steve discreetly turned his head, and then holding the door open for her, he led the frightened twelve year old down the empty hall to the teacher's room.
Once inside, Steve closed and locked the door, then turned to the still sobbing girl. "I meant what I said about not wanting to get you in trouble in any way, Millie. But I haven't quite made up my mind about what to do concerning ... this, this problem you have."
"Now, now ... stop crying, Millie," the scheming young man said, unable to resist the urge to lean down and place an affectionate arm on her quaking shoulders. "We'll work it out. Trust me..."
Steve felt his breath coming in ever quickening gasps as he watched the twelve year old settle herself hesitantly on the couch. He leaned back on the closed door with his arms folded across his chest while the fervent sensations coursed wildly through his loins. Totally forgotten was the personal vow he had solemnly pledged to himself only a few short hours ago. As the image of his wife, Pat, tried to force itself in his aroused mind, he forcefully banished it as though she never existed.
Instead, his brain became filled with the picture of Millie Parker stroking her soft, young pussy, the expression on her face telling of the exquisite pleasure that possessed her, of the buried passion in her young, quickly ripening body.
Millie sat on the edge of the couch, staring fearfully, if blankly, at the closed door the coach was leaning on. Oh God, what in the world was going to happen to her? Why was Mr. Whitman keeping her here? What if he intended to tell her parents after all! But he wouldn't ... he just wouldn't be that cruel! The last thing he'd said was to trust him ... that they would work it out ... what was he going to do to her? What a stupid thing for her to do it in the bathroom at school! She should have known better! Why couldn't she have waited until she got home? But it was no better there, with her brother always around, always bothering her. He would tell for sure if he ever caught her, at least Mr. Whitman might not tell. Oh God, please don't let him tell!
No, he won't, she tried to assure herself. He said to trust him ... he said they'd work it out ... and he was always pretty nice in class ... and wow, he's so handsome! Her pretty blue eyes widened as Mr. Whitman walked toward the center of the room in front of her, the lights behind him shadowing his face.
Steve read the expression of awe as she sat stiffly gaping at him, her wide eyes full of fear and expectation.
In spite of her shame and anxiety, Millie couldn't help but feel flutters of excitement at being locked up in the room alone with Mr. Whitman. She was by nature a flirtatious girl, but she never really meant anything by it, it was just her natural way of dealing with men. She'd always been a little provocative with Mr. Whitman because he was so handsome, but he never paid any attention. Besides, he had Mrs. Whitman! She and Karen always giggled about the two good-looking young teachers "doing it" with each other and liked to speculate about the size of Mr. Whitman's thing, which was at this moment about to bulge out of his pants. Forgetting her dreadful circumstances for a moment, Millie found herself wishing Karen were here now to joke with about it, because it looked bigger than she'd ever seen it!
"Now, we're all alone here, Millie. Nobody will come in, so you and I can discuss this matter and decide what is to be done," Steve said in a husky voice, moving toward a chair beside the couch. He had not been unaware of Millie's innocent eyes on his cock during those long seconds he'd stood there, and the realization that she was aware of it pleased him.
Placing the chair directly in front of the trembling girl so that they would be face to face, Steve lit a cigarette and watched the child sitting rigidly on the couch. Christ, what was he doing anyway ... turning into some kind of animal? It wasn't too late ... he could stop right then and there if he wanted to! His brain reeled as he fought a losing battle with his conscience.
"You know, Millie," he began, "What you were doing in the bathroom ... masturbating..." he watched her face flush at the word, ". . . is not all that unusual. Many, many people do it ... some quite a lot, actually. How often do you do it, Millie? How often do you play with yourself?"
Millie felt the tears brimming up in her eyes again. Why does he have to ask me about it? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "I-I don't do it much, Mr. Whitman," she finally answered in a meek little voice.
"I want to know how often you do it, Millie," he persisted in a hypnotic slow voice.
"It's important if I'm to help you."
She shrugged her shoulders in embarrassment. "I don't know ... really, not very much ... hardly ever!"
"Hardly ever more than what? Hardly more than once a day, once a week..." he continued in the same mesmerizing tone, delighting in the sense of power he had over the helpless child. "I won't be able to help you if you don't tell me the truth, Millie..."
"But I really don't know, Mr. Whitman! Besides I told you I was never going to do it again so what's the difference?" Her young voice was rising shrilly in frustration.
"It might make a great deal of difference to your parents, young lady!" Steve replied in a brittle voice.
"Oh please, please, you said you wouldn't tell ... you said to trust you ... you just can't tell my parents!" Millie exclaimed once again on the brink of hysterics.
Steve took a long drag from his cigarette. "All right, Millie," he said at last. "Don't worry ... I don't think I'll have to tell your parents ... I don't think I'll have to tell anyone ... because I think I might be able to help you myself. I think I know a way to help you break yourself of that dangerous habit." He looked down at the confused girl and leaned over closer to her in his chair. "Would you like that, Millie? Would you like for me to show you how you can cure yourself of masturbating?"
Millie stared up at him in total confusion, fidgeting nervously. "Yes sir..." she replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Do you know why you do it, Millie? Do you know why you play with yourself?" he half-whispered, still leaning over in the chair, staring directly into the face of the frightened twelve year old.
Millie knew why, she knew exactly why ... because it felt good. But wisely she only shook her head, letting her gaze drop to the floor.
Steve feasted his eyes on the rapidly rising and falling rounded little mounds of her breasts. "Well then," he said, "I'll tell you why you do it, Millie ... you see, honey, it's very simple, and it all boils down to one problem ... you need a boyfriend ... and you don't have one, do you?"
She shook her head. "I-I wish I did, but there's no one. All the boys in school are..." she started, then let her voice trail off.
"I really can't understand why you don't have a boyfriend, Millie," he half whispered.
"You're a beautiful girl. Did you know that? Did you know that you are beautiful?"
Millie looked up at him with wide staring eyes, visibly pleased by his compliment. "Oh ... you're just saying that, Mr. Whitman..." she replied coyly.
"No, I really mean it! You are beautiful ... with your pretty blonde curls, and your figure ... if I were a boy your age, I'd sure want you to be my girlfriend."
The young girl swallowed tightly and shifted nervously on the couch. "You would?" she finally asked incredulously.
"Sure," Steve said with a warm friendly laugh. "But you don't believe me. You don't believe me when I tell you, you're beautiful and you don't believe that you would be my girlfriend if we were the same age, do you? Well, let's see..." he said, looking off into space as though he were deep in thought. "How can we make little Millie believe that she's beautiful?" he said with a long pause. "I have an idea ... we can pretend that you are my girlfriend. You're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend ... Do you want to do that?"
"Sure!" Millie said eagerly.
"Do you know what I would do if I were your boyfriend?" Steve asked the pert little blonde. "I would take you on dates, to the movie maybe, and then after that we might go someplace very quiet where we could be alone, and I would kiss you..."
Steve was certain now that it was going the way he'd planned. Millie was obviously excited, she'd stopped sniffling, and she didn't seem frightened. "Would you let me kiss you ... really kiss you and mean it, Millie?"
The child was too overwhelmed to speak and Steve knew it, but when she finally nodded her head, Steve got to his feet and crossed over to drop down on the couch beside her. He could smell the faint, light fragrance she wore and with his eyes uncontrollably devouring her, she leaned close, her petulant lower lip trembling as she spoke, "Show me, Mr. Whitman, show me how you would kiss me and really mean it..."
Steve saw and felt the tremble of anticipation wrack the girl's slender frame. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind and Steve reached out a strong, tanned arm to slip hungrily around her and draw her near. "Don't be afraid, honey ... your secret is safe with me ... and I'm going to cure you! I'm going to make it better, so much better ... you'll never want to play with your little pussy alone again ... you'll want to share ... with me."
Steve was feverishly excited, enveloped with the temptation of her ripely budding feminine beauty. He felt her protruding little breasts flatten against the solidness of his powerful chest, felt her soft warm belly brushing his. He kissed her then, tenderly, and not yet open-lipped, yet with strong male passion.
Millie felt his strong hands clasp at her tiny waist through the material of her sweater. Then, searchingly, but with guarded protectiveness, he slowly let his lips part and Millie braced herself as his tongue sought out the hot freshness of her sweet young mouth.
Oh, oh, wow! What in the world is he doing anyway? Millie thought. Maybe she was dreaming ... it just couldn't be ... not Mr. Whitman kissing her like this. That was it, she was dreaming! She had thought about it so much, fantasized about Mr. Whitman too many times, and now she was thinking it was really happening!
The young girl blinked and shook her head, as though to clear it. No, she wasn't making it up! Not this time! He was really kissing her, holding her in a crushing grip against his firm muscular body, pressing her so hard against him that she could feel her hard little nipples digging into his chest like pebbles! And ... there was his tongue, wetly trying to worm its way into his mouth! Oh wow! He was trying to French kiss her ... just like she'd always imagined! God, she wished Karen could see her now! She'd turn purple with jealousy!
Completely lost now in the licentious passion of newly discovered lust, Steve clasped Millie tightly in his arms while he smothered her young face with ardent kisses. Finally, he gently, almost imperceptibly guided one of her slender hands down into his lap, feeling his cock jerk at her soft, hesitant touch. Then he pressed a hand to her thigh. He didn't rush toward his goal, but moved slowly, tenderly, teasing his hand along the child's smooth inner thigh flesh with gentle pressure. At last, he touched the heated moisture of her vaginal slit beneath the tight enclosure of the crotch band of her little yellow panties. Steve felt her shuddering gasp at the erogenous contact and a searing sensation of intensified desire burned through his loins as he traced the length of pulsing softness with his outstretched finger.
"What a nice little pussy," he whispered huskily against her panting young mouth. "Let's take your panties off, so we can see what a pretty little pussy you have ... let's pull them down just like you do when you play with it all by yourself ... That's what boyfriends do for their girls..."
"Ohhhhhhh..." Millie moaned in confusion, the tension building in her belly. She felt his hand caressing, then easily slipping his fingers inside the elastic leg band of her panties and she whimpered again. His fingers crept gently inside the smooth over the almost hairless flesh of her pussy mound, then suddenly, he was easing the tight fitting elastic down over her rounded little buttocks and to her slender ankles in one fluid motion before she was fully aware of what was happening.
Shivers of strange excitement coursed through Millie's slight young body from her throbbing pussy up into her belly. She couldn't make him stop if she'd wanted to! Not if her life depended on it! It was wonderful! He had his strong hands right on her pussy slit, and he was rubbing it! Mr. Whitman was right ... it was a lot different than when she touched it herself ... not the same thing at all!
"Mmmmm, Millie ... your little pussy is so nice and warm..." Steve breathed hotly into the twelve year old's gasping mouth, the incredibly exciting aroma and taste of her just about blowing his mind. "When your pussy gets as hot and wet as it is now, it means it's time to take off our clothes ... both of us ... it's time for us to get naked..."
God! She couldn't answer him; her throat felt as if someone had taken a rasp to it! He was still half-smiling at her, his lips partly open and his beautiful blue eyes sparkling like stars. Millie knew she would do whatever he said. She had to! If she didn't he would tell, and besides, she wanted to! She had always wanted to, without ever being fully aware of it until right now. Her rounded little breasts felt as though they were about to burst out of her sweater in anticipation. She wanted him to see her naked ... all of her!
"You aren't afraid, are you, Millie? You aren't afraid of me ... I won't hurt you, I only want to help you, to cure you from ever wanting to finger yourself again..." he encouraged, all the while gently caressing the child's swollen young cunt with one hand while he stroked and kneaded the smoothly rounded moons of her buttocks with the other. He pressed her down on the couch, then he lowered his head and, lifting up her skirt, began kissing the soft, yielding flesh of her belly, running his warm tongue over it in tiny teasing circles while moving inexorably downward to her pussy!
Millie felt her eyes bugging, even though she couldn't actually see the actual penetration of his tongue in her pussy. She felt his lips brushing across the fuzzy hair of her pussy mound and then a second later, the contact of his tongue right inside the little slit of her vagina sent frenzied jolts of wild exhilaration charging through every nerve of her hotly excited young body.
She choked out a startled groan, then felt the searing length of his tongue slipping wetly up into the confines of her hotly quivering cunt ... up ... up ... up until it seemed as though his tongue would reach all the way to her belly and then he began to swirl it around like crazy making wet, sucking sounds. It seemed to Millie that he left his tongue in her vagina for a very long time before he slowly withdrew it sending uncontrollably shudders of salacious delight soaring through her being. Then he was smiling at her again and Millie felt as though she were hypnotized by his eyes that seemed to glow with some wierd inner light.
Now are you beginning to understand, little Millie?" he asked in a low, steady voice that she had never heard from him before. "Do you see how much better it can be? How much nicer my tongue is than your little fingers?" Steve was no longer able to control the devouring lust. There was no other thought on his fevered brain than the fucking of little Millie Parker's almost hairless young cunt!
Millie gaped at the salaciously gleaming lips of the school coach who was also her history teacher. They were shining with the juices of her own cunt! He had stuck his tongue in her pussy and now he was going to take off his own clothes ... she was going to see his penis! How many times had she wondered about it, stared at his huge virile hardness pushing at his pants while he stood before his class? This isn't happening, she told herself, it's not really happening. I'm asleep and I'm dreaming and at any moment I'll wake up with just my old fingers down on my cunt and I'll know it was just a dream!
Suddenly Mr. Whitman was kissing her on the mouth, and then he got to his feet and stood above her, just staring down at her for a long, long time. The incredulous girl stared at him from her frozen position on the couch, her big blue eyes anxiously fixed on the massive form that was about to reveal the secrets of masculinity to her. Millie hardly noticed the lewd smile of dominance on his lips as he slowly reached out to lift her to a sitting position and to smoothly slip her sweater up over her head, tousling her bouncy blonde curls. And then he gently reached behind her to unfasten the lacy white brassiere and slip if down off her shoulders, to expose the rounded creamy white mounds of her breasts tipped with hardened pink nipples. The hotly aroused young teacher did not even try to suppress the excited gasp of delight that escaped his lips as he quickly unfastened her skirt before he lifted the stunned child to her feet. As she stood, the pleated skirt fell to the floor with a whisper, leaving her standing almost naked before her teacher with no more than a thin nylon half slip between his lecherous eyes and her young vulnerable body. Then the teacher slowly rolled down the silky material and her dimpled navel and the small soft curve of her belly were revealed to his bulging eyes. Then ... his eyes riveted on the misty blonde little frizzy curls between the smoothness of her thighs and finally her entire naked pussy was unveiled before him!
Millie didn't speak or move an inch; she just stood in bovine silence, waiting for his next move.
Without turning away from her, keeping his eyes fixed on her shivering form as if in fear she may escape, Steve quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his shorts and trousers, revealing his fully erect member hard and pulsing to the girl's wondering eyes.
Millie thought for a moment she was going to faint dead away at the incredible sight of it. It was huge! Ten times bigger than she had imagined! Her wide blue eyes were glued in unabashed awe at the long white thickness of his hardened cock, the glistening purple of its glans captivating her mind and senses to render her almost comatose. This is too much, her mind screamed, it's too much ... I'm going to die ... I know it!
Steve's passion had built to that salacious peak where only wanton and obscene desires filled his mind. Nakedly he strode toward the spellbound twelve year old girl, his lust stiffened cock swaying lewdly before him. Slowly he crowded in close to her, placing both of his hands on the warm resilient flesh of her up-thrust little breasts. The inflamed teacher bent down to kiss and lave at the tiny hard nipples while he brushed the entire palm of his hand against her cunt, cupping it tenderly, feeling the little split with its smooth, delicate inner flesh pulsing against his hand. He began to suck hard on her nipples, while her breasts quivered sensuously on her chest, each one becomeing jealous of the sucking the other was getting. In measure with his sucking, his fingers probed beneath his cupped palm and two of them entered Millie's tight little cunt with some difficulty, causing her to moan softly from the pain.
Christ, what a beautiful child she was! The blood pounded hotly through his lust-inflamed cock which was nudging into the soft flesh of her thigh. Steve thought she was made for loving. Her young body was far more beautiful than he had imagined it to be, and the child-like quality of her awakening sexuality added just the piquant touch he was looking for.
Suddenly he released his hold on her and sat down on the couch. "Come here, honey," he said throatily, and as she turned to face him he reached out to draw her foreword and a bit off balance. Her pussy flattened against his face, and quickly he separated the fuzz that surrounded the tight moistened vaginal slit, using the thumbs of both hands.
Once again Millie Parker squealed in surprised delight as the coach began to plunder her pussy with his tongue. Oh God, she thought, Mr. Whitman was right! It is better! She hoped he would never stop! It was the first time in her life she had ever had anything but her own fingers on it, but she could already tell what Mr. Whitman meant when he said they would work it out! She gasped and shuddered and whimpered again as Steve's tongue lost no time in probing into the sensitive tissues of her genitals, flicking wetly about with a fervent swirling that made her keep losing her balance. She had to put her hands into his hair and hold on for dear life. His hands held her firm young buttocks, rubbing slowly up and down, and pulling her inward toward his mouth so that her aching little pussy was always just where he wanted it.
He would let his tongue lay wide and flat in the quivering open flesh of her cunt, then curl it slowly up, to savor the gently textured inner flesh.
"Oh!" she kept crying in startled delight as each new twist of Steve's tongue sent obscene shivers coursing through her. Forming a suction by pursing his puckered lips around her throbbing little clitoris, he mouthed it noisily, creating lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to meet her burning ears. She began to feel frightened by the strange new sensations that were rising hotly inside her. Uncontrollably she started to squirm her moistly seeping pussy all around over his face. Maybe I shouldn't do that, she thought, but it felt so good she couldn't stop! She wasn't doing it! There was something strange inside her making her do it!
Steve was hardly aware of his young victim's moan of intense delight. He was too overwhelmed with the staggering immensity of his own salacious pleasure that filled his burning loins and raging cock as he sucked her delicious young cunt. And in the back of his mind was the ever-present knowledge that this honeyed young pussy, this sweet little euphonious morsel that he was so eagerly exploring and savoring, was capable of receiving him ... he could actually fire his erotic load deep into the untouched little cavern of virgin flesh. The realization then flashed through his mind that what he was doing was the culmination of a desire he had too long nourished and denied himself without even knowing it! But no longer and never again! He had to savor their sweet little-girl cunts until he drowned in the scented juices of their budding femininity! Oh God yes, and then ... then he had to feel his cock in their unplundered virginal vaginas!
An aching throb pounded through Steve's fired loins and tautened belly; his cock felt like a length of fence-post pulling at his gut. Suddenly, he hissed: "It's time to try something else now, Millie ... get up on the couch..." His eyes were glazed as he rose up while the child quickly obeyed. She couldn't imagine what else Mr.
Whitman had in mind that could possibly be any better than what he was doing, but whatever it was, she wanted it!
Lying down beside her, Steve began to smooth his hand possessively over her trembling young body, feeling the softness of her gentle curves as he explored the secret hollows and crevices of her. His voracious lips that had been so lewdly fastened around her clitoris found hers, his wet tongue darting into her mouth. He raised his hard muscled leg over her satin-fleshed thigh until he felt the delight of her pussy mouth pressed tightly against his hip. "Oh Millie ... I'm going to make you a very happy little girl..." he whispered in a throaty, lust-thickened voice. "I'm going to make you feel so good that you'll never want to play with yourself again ... you'll always come to me ... do you want me to, Millie? Do you want me to make you very happy?"
Millie was laboring with her breathing. It was all happening so fast, and he kept asking her questions ... of course she wanted him to make her happy ... she wanted him to put his tongue back in her pussy ... she wanted him to keep on touching her like this ... on and on ... forever! But she couldn't talk! She tried, but the words wouldn't come, they were stuck in her throat! All the excited child could do was nod her head, vigorously, and hope he knew how badly she wanted him to continue.
"Oh yes! You beautiful little girl!" Steve exclaimed, the intoxication of his conquest maddeningly refueling his warped desires. He ran his fingers obsessively through her hair, as he began to inch higher on the couch, until he was on his knees above her and his burgeoning cock was even with her face. She was his ... all his ... to play with and tease, to fuck in whatever manner he chose.
Steve moved his swollen cock closer to her face, cupping her head in his powerful hands, and gasped, "Touch it, Millie! Don't be afraid, honey ... touch it!"
Millie gasped as though she had been struck by a blow to the solar plexus. It just kept getting bigger! She stared, unable to take her eyes away from the huge rigid cock as it jutted forward from the coarse hair covering his loins.
"Have you ever seen a man's cock up close, honey?" he questioned lewdly, his blue eyes aglow with sensual curiosity. "Tell me, Millie, have you?"
She shook her head, eyes widening as she lay gaping up at him. "No sir ... I never have..." she managed, not realizing that these were the first spoken words she'd said since he kissed her. She felt like he could hear her thoughts!
Steve's passionately contorted face reflected the raw, untamed lust which now totally consumed him. "Then go ahead, touch my cock ... I don't mind, I want you to ... go on, Millie..."
Millie could only gape wordlessly at the erotic spectacle of the monstrous penis thrust in front of her face. She stared in breathless fascination, her young brain whirling while her mind repeated the words, cock, cock, cock ... It echoed in her skull to trigger more crazy-wild prickling sensations in her pussy and belly. But she couldn't move ... the obscene sight of him kneeling there over her like that, was spellbinding her!
The awareness of her growing excitement was adding kindling for Steve's fiery infatuation. Nothing before in his ... in his and Pat's sexual life ... had been anything like this! Christ! It was maddening! Even though he knew he was going to hate himself later, that knowledge couldn't stop him now!
"Touch it! Take it in your hand, Millie!" he demanded once again.
Just the size alone of the enormous cock was enough to overwhelm the panting child, but without really willing it, Millie found her hand moving up to encircle that great rod of blood-engorged male flesh with cool fingers. It's so hot! she thought with surprise and then she could feel his pulse beating inside the rubbery shaft like a tiny heart. The excited girl pushed back the heavy foreskin, revealing the swollen purple veined head, slit at the end with a tiny drop of moisture hanging there.
"Unnnngggghhhhh ... yes ... that's it, honey! like that!" he said. "Feel it! See how hard and hot it is. Do you like it, Millie? Do you like my big cock?"
"Yes!" she cried loudly. "Yes! I like it!"
"Oh beautiful little girl, you're doing it just right ... rub ... it ... and play with it like that...! " Steve moaned, suddenly thrusting his hips forward, pressing his lust heated cock down luridly against the clutching, childish hand. "Oooohhhh ... that's so nice ... you are doing fine, angel ... Goooooddddd!"
Steve could no longer resist reaching forward and caressing the golden head below, then, letting his fingers slide around to the back of her neck, cradling her head in his hands, he gasped: "Suck it! Suck it like it was a stick of candy!"
Sadistic sensation;, spiraled down through his belly and loins as he watched the twelve year old girl's lips part, and with breathless delight he pressed his fleshy pole into the warm moist cavern of her hotly enveloping little mouth. Steve groaned loudly from the searing contact of her little tongue. "Ooohhhh yessss ... yes, baby ... that's it!" he groaned. "Suck it, lick it! Ooohhhh Christ! Yesssss!" Steve felt he was going insane with raging desire as he watched the young lips tighten and relax their sucking actions while her tongue stabbed and taunted his tingling cock.
A new maddening excitement swept over the completely abandoned girl as she flicked her little tongue around and let it glide warmly over the swollen glans, and then ran it in lewd little circles around the tip of his near bursting penis.
Suddenly he pulled away from her, and Millie looked up at him in bewilderment. She wanted more of that throbbing flesh in her mouth. She wanted to sense and savor and taste the whole of it ... she wanted it fucking her mouth ... and he was taking it away!
He bent and hungrily kissed. her child mouth, at the same time moving one leg over her prostrate body until he was straddling her hips with his rigidly poling cock right above her dampened loins. "You know what I'm going to do now, baby?" he said, not waiting for an answer. "It's the one thing you have to know if you're going to learn that playing with your pussy isn't half as much fun as doing it with someone else ... me! I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to put my cock right in your little pussy and fuck it!"
To Millie it seemed that he was almost spitting the words which were sending unbelievable charges of never before imagined excitement slashing wildly through her belly. Yes, spitting them down into her face while his eyes blazed and his mouth twisted in a passionate grimace. The twelve year old girl was tongue-tied as she lay there, her head raised to see the sensually inspiring picture he made with his muscular legs spread wide apart, knees and calves on either side of her, his huge cock that she'd had right in her mouth poised directly over her wildly twitching cunt.
Suddenly, he smoothed his hands down over her softly flaring hips and inward across the tiny bowl of her smooth belly. Hypnotically she watched them graze downward through the fuzzy blonde pubic curls to either side of the pouting cuntal lips between her legs, then slowly spread their puffiness open to reveal the moist pink pussy flesh between.
"There now, baby ... can you see? Can you see how pretty your own little pussy is? Can you see how hungry it is, how much it wants my big cock inside?"
Millie could see all right, but she had her doubts about his getting his big cock inside. How would it ever fit? It wouldn't! She couldn't let him do that! It would tear her in two!
"No! No!" she wailed in real fear. "Not that! It's too big! It won't fit! Please..."
Steve spoke with deadly calm, knowing that nothing in the world would stop him now. He was far, far past the point of mental ruminations. "Yes it will," he said. "It will hurt at first, but not for long, and then you'll start to love it, you'll love it more than your own fingers or my fingers, and even more than my tongue ... you'll love it more than anything in the world!"
And then, before the helpless child had a chance for further protest, he moved between her thighs, spreading them wide, and fucked forward with all his strength!
His enormous penis sped forward into her unused vaginal sheath, surging upward into the dark mauve depths of her cunt, stretching and tearing as it went, moving swiftly with deadly aim straight for the heart of her wildly quivering young belly. Steve moved hungrily and brutally against her, enjoying this ravishment to the hilt. His cock was being squeezed half to death by her strong, tight little pussy and in his ears her long scream echoed as if from a great distance. Her fingers clawed at his back as she fought him, screeching with the blinding pain that filled her insides. It was exploding in her torn vagina, her shattered hymen a thing of the past. She struggled to keep up with the pain, but couldn't. It was so completely overpowering, and finally she lay impaled, her legs twitching slightly as his enormous rod reached the highest arch of her vagina. His lust-bloated penis lay, pulsing, inside her, while Steve waited for the pain to subside.
Gradually the unbearable agony began to drift away and Millie took a deep breath of air. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she clung defensively to his back, feeling little wet spots where her nails had drawn blood.
Steve felt every inch in control of himself. The child lay waiting beneath him, her snug little pussy surrounding his swollen cock like a warm wet rubber. He pulled back a little and then lunged in again with full force, smashing heavily into her aching cunt.
"Aaaaaargh!" she cried out and then fell into tiny, almost silent moans as Steve began a swaying motion in and out of her now widely stretched pussy. He toyed with her nipples, feeling them become harder and harder as he fucked in and out of her. They were both breathing hard now and the only sound in the room was their mingled expirations, coupled with the wet sound of their fucking.
Millie began to sigh as the pain turned to rapture ... the most fantastic thing she had ever known. She had been right to trust Mr. Whitman! She was filled, completely filled, pummeled and pounded up into by the most wonderful thing in the world, Mr. Whitman's desire-hardened cock!
Her eyelashes fluttered wildly and she felt her heart skip a beat and palpitate as the pit of her pussy seemed to widen longingly. She wanted to draw him still further inside her, to feel even more of the totally obscene length of his cock.
"Oh Mr. Whitman," she cried, "you feel so hard and nice inside my pussy!" She sought his lips again and he kissed her child-mouth tenderly for a long while, as their bellies and groins ground tirelessly and rhythmically against each other!
"Mmmmmmm mmmrarammmmmmmrn," Millie moaned a steady low sound that followed the fevered pitch of her excitement. Her hips began to rotate lewdly as though on ball bearings as the pressure of fulfillment increased in her loins and Steve lifted her legs up still higher.
His cock throbbed heavily, boring into her with abandoned lust. This was it, this was what he had been longing for, waiting for, dreaming of ... His every move caused the child to respond with a new fervor as her hot little pussy hungrily accepted his fleshy cock.
"Oh Mr. Whitman..." she moaned. "Oh ... fuck me more, Mr. Whitman ... fuck me more and more and more..." The lewdness of the words spilling from her child mouth sent waves of salacious delight spiraling through the young coach's body. His brain swam in a haze of unbridled desire. Nothing and no one in the entire world mattered at that moment ... only the wild fucking of the twelve year old child and the spiraling sensations in his churning balls and straining cock.
Then suddenly Steve felt the child beneath him begin to undulate her hips even more furiously while she continued to chant mindlessly ... she was straining for her fast-rising climax ... she was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each movement and response of her nakedly writhing young body telegraphed the impending moment to his wildly excited brain.
"Uhhhh, ahhhhhhh," the young blonde groaned as she felt her orgasm approaching, thrusting her pelvis savagely against the older man's cock as she pressed for the unknown satisfaction.
Steve fucked with unrelenting strokes into the lustfully aroused child. He could feel the cum boiling and churning in his aching balls and knew that he was going to cum at any minute ... they were going to cum together! Ecstatic surges of lascivious passion raced through his loins and then at last it happened!
"Yeesssssss! Fuuuuucccckkkkk meeeeeeeee haaaarrrdddderrrr!" she shrieked in the first violent tremors of her orgasm. Millie was totally out of her mind with uncontrollable ecstasy, bucking wildly beneath him with astounding force and frenzy.
Her unbridled love cries and her climaxing young cunt dilating and sucking around his pillaging cock triggered Steve's mind-bending orgasm as well, he knew he could not hold off a second longer. His burning semen rushed down through his penis to shoot in vicious spurts deep into her belly, joined by the wracking tremors of her hips as their mutual orgasms erupted in a splendid detonation of blinding, lust-satisfying bliss. And then it was over. Steve was careful to remove himself from the slender child before collapsing, his deflating penis leaving a lewd trail of cum across her still, wide-splayed young thigh ... and there was nothing left ... nothing but the painful realization of what he had just done again in spite of all his self-promises to the contrary.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Steve Whitman sat in his den working on his third martini. He lay stretched out on the couch, staring blankly out at the hazy glow of twilight, trying to clear his befuddled brain. The shrill ring of the telephone startled him out of his daze and he moved slowly to the desk to answer it.
"Hi hon!" his wife's voice came brightly over the wire.
"Oh ... ah ... hi, baby. How's it going?" The shock of hearing Pat's voice caused him to falter. This afternoon had seemed very far away.
"I'm fine, but you don't sound well. Are you all right?"
"Oh, yeah sure ... I'm fine, other than missing my wife ... Is the conference going all right?" he asked, to get the conversation off himself.
"Oh yes, I'm really having fun ... but honey, listen ... I was thinking about what you said ... about my responsibilities ... why don't I just stay up here 'til the weekend and come back for the trip? I think I'll have already represented Oak Grove sufficiently by then, and..."
"Absolutely not!" her husband interjected. "I've been thinking about it myself, and it was unreasonable of me to complain like that ... fact is, I'm looking forward to the trip and I want you to get the full benefit of your trip to Seattle. Really, honey ... I don't mind at all..." Steve held his breath and waited for his wife's reply.
"Well, if you're sure, darling." She sounded rather hesitant but then her voice brightened. "Look, why don't you ask Millie Parker and Karen Willis to give you a hand. They're both older and really quite mature for their age. Or you might even ask their mother's to help, they're both quite active in PTA," she added with a little laugh.
Steve almost choked on his martini at his wife's mention of Millie Parker's name. Vaguely he wondered if Millie had inherited some of her sexual prowess from her mother, Stephanie, visualizing the sexy redhead whom he'd seen at several PTA meetings.
"What was that you said, honey?" she asked, hearing the muffled sound.
"Uhn ... nothing, darling..."
"Steve, you sound strange! Is everything all right?"
"Yeah! Just having a little martini, is all."
His wife sounded concerned. "That isn't like you, Steve, hitting the sauce. You sound like you've had one too many already!"
With great effort Steve straightened and tried to sound sober, for his wife. "I'm fine, honey, really. What's so terrible about having a drink after a hard day for God's sake?"
"Well, nothing I guess ... it's just our position I worry about. If any of the kids..."
"Don't worry, okay!" Steve interrupted. "I'm planning a quiet night at home, probably go to bed early." It was difficult for Steve to hide the irritation in his voice, but with great effort he managed to pacify his wife. When at last she hung up the distraught coach breathed a sigh of relief and refilled his glass. It was better to have a drunken husband than a lecherous child fucker roaming the streets.
It was precisely as Steve had feared it would be, the absolute shame and revulsion at himself that came in the wake of his depraved seduction of Millie Parker. Still, he could hardly conceive of the depraved depths he had let himself sink to, or the nature of the monstrously warped quirk that had leapt into being inside him like some wicked devil out of hell! Obviously he needed psychiatric attention ... what was he doing was certainly far from normal. But even as he thought this, he realized it was out of the question. He could never tell Pat, especially with her wondering about his drinking. God, he could never bring himself to tell her anyway, or anyone else for that matter! He'd become a monster. ...
God, what was going to become of him? He had thought of nothing else but the terrible affliction which had stealthily crept into his life. He felt so drawn and worn out, yet he could think of nothing else. And the vow he had pledged determinedly to himself after Rene Hamilton ... how utterly meaningless it had been...
The miserable young coach shook his head, then brushed back his sandy hair as he sat in his jeans, gulping at the strong martini he'd made to help soothe his conscience. He had to get hold of himself. Somehow, some way he had to rid himself of these abominable urges that seemed to destroy the last ounce of self-control. But he was helpless once the desire had seized him, and both times it had been with little young girls!
He would be lost without his teaching position, but God, what else could he do? The only effective cure he could conceive of was to remove the cause ... yet how could he? Especially now that he'd promised to take his wife's place on the trip to San Francisco. There was no way to back out of it now without raising questions which he was not prepared to answer.
Again, Steve shook his head, then drank heavily from the glass. At last the gin was having some lightening effects on his misery. Things weren't looking quite so dark as when he'd come home. At least he was being honest with himself in admitting that he had a problem and not trying to deny it existed. The only question was how was he going to be able to solve it and carry on with his work as a teacher. It wasn't going to be easy, but after all, he was an adult. He wasn't a child and supposedly he'd been endowed with a normal allotment of will power, a faculty he was going to be forced to exercise if he didn't want to destroy his whole life and the lives of everyone around him!
Draining his glass, the confused coach sat there debating whether to have another. The drink really did help ... on more couldn't hurt...
* * *
Karen Willis sat on the front steps of her home, grinning up at the pretty little blonde that stood in front of her.
"Why didn't you come over after school?" Karen asked, still grinning slyly.
"I told you," Millie Parker managed, "I got hung up..." avoiding the older girl's direct stare.
"Oh come on, Millie," Karen chided. "What's the big secret?" Or don't you share secrets with your best friend any more?"
"There's no secret ... I-I just got hung up, that's all..." Millie replied, her face flushing.
"Oh Millie! Stop lying! I saw you leave the school at five and not three-thirty, like you said!" Karen insisted, her eyes narrowing. "Now come on, tell me what happened!"
"Nothin'! " Millie answered, swallowing hard. She hadn't wanted to face Karen, or anyone for that matter, not after having given her word of honor to Mr. Whitman that she wouldn't tell a soul about what had happened between them. But ... she was dying to tell somebody! Oh well, Karen would never beleive her anyway..."Uh, is your Mom home?"
"Maybe. Why do you want to know?" Karen asked petulantly, hurt because her best friend was holding something back on her.
"My mom wants to know what time they're going to leave Friday."
Karen reluctantly pointed toward the door behind her. "She's in the living room..."
Millie climbed the steps, moving around the screen door into the front room of the house. Karen's mother was sitting in her robe with a drink, watching television.
"Hi, Mrs. Willis," the child greeted the older woman.
"Oh, hi Millie..." the woman answered, smiling.
"My mom wants to know what time you want to leave for your trip on Friday..."
"Oh, tell her I won't know until Sam gets back from Sacramento. Probably in the early afternoon ... I'll give her a call when I know for sure, honey..." With that, the woman directed her gaze back to the soap opera and sipped again at her drink.
"Okay," Millie replied, starting back down the steps. She heard the woman call out to add: "Tell your mother I'm really looking forward to it, will you sweetie?"
"Sure, Mrs. Willis..."
Karen sat silently listening to the conversation. She was perplexed. Millie was usually bursting at the seams to tell her any little thing that might be juicy ... and there was definitely something on her mind. For some reason, she was sure that somehow it involved Mr. Whitman, but how, she couldn't imagine. He had been their favorite topic of conversation for months, and now that there might be really something to talk about, Millie dummies up! Well, I'll get it out of her! There are ways! the other girl thought to herself...
"Listen Millie..." she began, as the twelve year old moved around her down the steps. "You know my blue sweater? The one you really like and that really looks good on you and makes your titties look so big? Well, it's yours if you tell me what happened with Mr. Whitman this afternoon."
Millie stopped dead in her tracks. "H-How do you know it has anything to do with Mr. Whitman?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Because I saw him leave right after you this afternoon ... and you've already almost admitted that there is something, so why don't you just come on and tell me! You'll get my sweater..."
Millie fidgeted nervously, wanting more than anything to get off the subject, yet at the same time fighting the driving urge to tell her best friend the biggest secret of her life! She licked her lips, and shifted her weight. "Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I did tell you, and besides ... I gave my word of honor..."
"To Mr. Whitman?" Karen said, getting excited now. "Did you give your word to Mr. Whitman?" she pressed.
Millie shook her head, looking down at her feet.
"Well, so what! What about your word to me that we were best friends and would always share things? Doesn't that mean anything? And, I promise I'll believe you! Oh Millie, please..." she pleaded, knowing that the younger girl's resistance was breaking quickly.
Millie felt her cheeks flushing once more. She had given her word, but he'd made her, so really it didn't count. And Karen was her best friend! And she had been dying to tell ... oh, what was the use of having a secret if you couldn't tell, anyway?
Millie looked at her friend. "Oh, all right, Karen. But you have to promise, swear, you won't tell anyone."
"Oh I promise! I'll never tell a soul, Millie!"
"Well," the little blonde began, sitting down on the steps beside her friend and speaking in an excited whisper. "I was in the bathroom after school, doing ... you know, playing with myself, and..." '
* * *
Stretched out languorously with only a sheet covering him, Steve sipped at his drink and smoked a cigarette. The effects of the gin had quickly smoothed away the tension his tired body and mind harbored. He would certainly have to give up his new habit, though, once Pat got home. Just the idea of his drinking, he knew, would upset his wife terribly, and that was just as well, too. He had no intention of making a habit of it ... but it had surely helped see him through this crisis.
Well, in general, the crisis had passed. He'd gotten through another day. It was all going to work out, he felt certain, only because he was determined to overcome.
The doorbell startled him. Damn, who can that be? One of Pat's friends maybe ... well, he wasn't about to get up and find out ... It rang again and Steve continued to lie there, stabbing out his cigarette and finishing the remainder of his drink. Whoever it was, they were being terribly persistent. A third, and fourth, and fifth time it rang before he swung irritably from the bed to slip a robe over his nakedness. At the sixth ring, he jerked open the door, prepared to snap out a few words of admonishment at the caller, but he caught himself in time, surprised to see Karen Willis standing there.
"Karen! What a surprise! I couldn't imagine who it might be..." he managed a quick smile. "What is it, dear?"
"I knew you were here," she said boldly. "I saw your car in the lot ... and I saw you drive in a few minutes ago..."
"Oh? I didn't see you..."
"I was waiting on the corner," she added. "I-I have a problem, Mr. Whitman ... and I was wondering if you could maybe help me..."
Steve stood regarding the well developed twelve year old, probably closer to thirteen, he thought, for a long while. There was something very strange about the child's manner, he thought. She seemed nervous, yet not really worried ... There was just something about her attitude that seemed highly unusual, but Steve couldn't quite determine what it was.
Well, this was no time for character analysis ... the child had a problem and she'd come to him for help, although he couldn't imagine why. Still, perhaps he should be flattered, or at least willing...
"Come in, Karen," he finally invited, checking to be sure his robe covered his loins adequately.
The unsuspecting coach closed the door and pointed toward a chair. "Sit down, dear ... I don't know if I can help, but I'll try ... what seems to be the problem."
Karen sat on the couch and Steve moved to sit on an overstuffed chair, feeling rather uncomfortable to be speaking with a student in his bathrobe.
"It was Millie Parker who said you could help me, Mr. Whitman. You see, we're best friends and she told me all about how you were able to help her with ... well ... with a problem she had..." Karen's eyes were gleaming with mischievous pleasure, but she maintained a coy, innocent tone to her voice.
Steve stared at her for a long moment, feeling the tightness knotting in his belly. Just the mention of Millie's name was enough to wrench his insides, but the gleam in Karen's eyes and her lurid little half-smile sent chills of apprehension racing icily up his spine.
"I don't understand, Karen ... what are you trying to say?" he managed.
Karen leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs sexily and let her mini-skirt ride up her thighs, knowing she had the upper hand. "Well, Mr. Whitman, you see, it's like this. Millie told me that you helped her solve the problem she had about playing with herself. You showed her a way to cure it ... a much better way, from what she tells me. And, well, I have the same problem. I love to play with my pussy all the time ... and it's getting worse ... I just can't seem to keep my hands off it. So, I was wondering if you could cure me the same way you cured Millie ... Could you, Mr. Whitman! I'm really desperate!"
Steve sat in stunned silence, feeling the blood drain from his face at the impact of the obscene words spilling from the child's mouth. He'd always known Karen was a brazen little girl, but he'd had no idea she would go to this extent!
"What's the matter, Mr. Whitman? You really don't look so good ... I hope I haven't upset you. I really don't expect any more than what you did for Millie ... maybe you could lick my pussy for a while like you did hers, and then stick your big cock in it..."
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Steve breathed, the full meaning of the child's words registering on his brain. He just couldn't believe the words ... from the mouth of a twelve year old girl! What in God's name was he going to do?
"It seems to me that you and Millie have rather vivid imaginations, young lady. Now, if you get up and get out of here, I might be willing to forget this very dangerous little trick you're trying to pull..." Steve said, rising from his seat. He had summoned all his strength for the final attempt at dismissing the child, but it didn't work. Karen remained seated, calmly observing him squirm.
"Won't work, Mr. Whitman. We both know you won't say a word about this to anyone, and if you should try to make up lies about me and Millie ... saying we made it all up ... we always have Millie's missing little virginity to prove our side. Now, I'm not asking much, Mr. Whitman ... I'm not trying to blackmail you or anything like that, am I? All I want you to do is to teach me how to fuck, just like you taught Millie..."
She was serious! The child was deadly serious! His depraved seductions were already coming back to huant him, to destroy him, and there was no way he could fight it. The urge to slap her sharply across the face had to be resisted, there was nothing ... absolutely nothing he could do! Karen's use of four letter words and obscene demands were imprinted on the screen of his brain, and suddenly, already hopelessly defeated, he heard himself say:
"Okay, Karen ... as we say in the locker room. ... you'vegotmebytheballs. . . "Steve felt his anger seething inside like wildfire. The little bitch had come for a lesson in fucking and she was by God going to get it. He'd fuck her, all right, he'd fuck her until she was screaming for mercy! And any of the others that felt like coming around. He'd fuck them all!
Steve was surprised by the calmness in his own voice.
"Shall we start with a drink, Karen?" he offered, watching the girl's expression change from one of assurance to one of doubt.
"Uh ... sure..." she finally agreed.
Steve knew she had never had a drink in her life, so he poured her a straight shot of gin and watched her face cringe at the first sip. He fixed himself another and downed it quickly, then said to the nervous girl.
"Okay, shall we get to it? Take off your clothes."
Karen only looked up at him in fear. She had not expected this sort of reaction from him. Millie said it was fun! Why was he scaring her so. Maybe it was a mistake to have come here after all ... maybe she should go home right now ... but no! She couldn't let dumb Millie Parker have anything over her! She would never live it down if Mr. Whitman didn't fuck her the same as he did Millie. She had to go through with it!
"You take off your clothes, first," she finally said.
Steve was beside himself with rage. He spun around to face her, having had all he could possibly take from the disrespectful child.
"You little cunt!" he roared, grabbing her, his face twisted in anger as he hauled her against him. "Who do you think you are telling me what I havetodo!" he added, smothering his lips down on hers, his hands twisting in her dark hair.
Karen's struggles were a natural reaction, but they were useless against his male strength, and she quickly gave them up. Only the straining tension in her captive body remained as he crushed his lips harder onto hers, grinding his hot mouth brutally against hers. He held her with one arm gripped vise-like around her waist, his hand snarled in her hair, forcing her head back and her face up to him. With his other, he tore at the front of her blouse, thrusting one hand inside to clutch at the resilient flesh of one trembling breast. The stunned girl whimpered against his cruel, half-opened mouth, "Please, oh please..."
"Please, my ass! This is what you came here for! You asked for it!"
Steve kissed her again and she let him, not fighting as he pushed his tongue hotly into her mouth. His mind continued to whirl with the shock of the situation, fleeting thoughts of his wife, Pat, of his students Millie and Rene, all that had led up to this incredible moment. But it was happening again! It didn't matter! He had overcome his anger with the child and it was replaced by the same feeling of incredible wanton lust! And adding fuel to the flame, the naughty little girl was already beginning to respond ... he could feel it in her quickly acquiescing young body.
He pulled her tightly to him then, grinding his naked loins more softly against her young belly and she felt it ... the long thick hardness of his swollen penis pressing against her virgin pussy mound!
An unsolicited sensation of arousal rippled through her at the feel of its startling hugeness. Tiny lewd shivers of brewing sexual agitation swept upward along the hollow of her back and she heard her own little moan of confused excitement as her arms slipped upward around his neck.
God, Steve thought, was she just a girl? He could hardly conceive of that any longer with the natural ease with which she responded to the feel of his desire-thickened cock now pressing tightly into her belly!
Yes, it was happening again, the rapid desertion of all self control at the mere feel of one of their soft young bodies. But this time it was different! Karen was more of a woman than a girl, even at twelve. He had never really liked the child, and he was outraged at the way she had so brazenly tried to blackmail him ... yet he couldn't help himself! The lecherous sensations were roaring to life within his quaking loins, completely bewildering the confused young man as he continued to strain against the would-be seductress.
He could hear her breath shortening in gasps and sensing the breakdown of her fear and resistance, he felt the wild charge of raw, sexual need rocketing through him. The child had just seemed to melt against him as he shoved his hard cock into her belly ... she was kissing him back and sucking his tongue! Surely, this girl is no novice, he thought ... surely no twelve year old virgin would be making those lewd little circles against his hotly throbbing cock! She was too much! Her little breasts seemed to be burning in the palms of his hands ... this is crazy! This is crazier than the other times!
The scheming twelve year old raised her head to gaze up at Steve while he continued to massage her warmly swelling breast.
"This is more like what I had in mind, Mr. Whitman," she breathed hotly into his face. "Don't you think we should go to the bedroom or something?"
Steve stared down into her little face, his breath coming in short gasps. The solid hardness of his penis remained pressed hotly against the yielding swell of her churning belly and he felt his cock lurch at the seductive tone in her young voice. He moved his hand down to beneath her skirt to feel the first seeping moisture of warm vaginal fluid oozing out from between her hot little pussy lips to dampen the quivering flesh of her inner thighs. Yes, he had to have it, see it, suck it and fuck it like the others ... he had to!
He led her quickly to the bedroom, unable to believe she was so willing. The child was cock-crazy! How many more of her classmates were like this, the confused coach wondered. Why hadn't he known about them before? Surely he couldn't be held responsible for this, this sexy little woman in a child's body...
"Well, come on, then," she said. Steve hadn't realized he was hesitating, but he was, the expression on her face unnerving' him momentarily. She was no child! She was a woman ... it was different! Damn! Steve was suddenly aware of a totally new sensation, a startling realization. He was being unfaithful to his wife! He almost laughed at the thought, it seemed such an absurd consideration after what he'd done, but for some reason, with the others, the thought had never crossed his mind. But little Karen was in another league entirely ... goddamn it, sixth grade or not, she was a woman!
"What's wrong, Mr. Whitman?" Karen taunted, catching the look of apprehension that crossed his face. She moved closer and undid the tie to his robe and then stepped back to gaze in open admiration at his jutting rigid penis. "Oh my goodness! That's beautiful, Mr. Whitman!" she breathed sincerely as her eyes fastened on his heavily protruding cock.
"Jesus Christ!" he swore half under his breath. His throat was dry and the head of his cock was throbbing in hurtful spasms as he raked his eyes over her voluptuously developing young form.
Karen started to say more, but never got it out. In an instant Steve had moved towards her and was tearing at her clothes, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her soft white nakedness to his bulging eyes. When she had quickly shed the rest of her clothes she stood before him proudly and grinning lecherously at the older man. "I'm not a kid like Millie, am I Mr. Whitman, the nakedly voluptuous child derided, spreading her long shapely legs apart as she placed her hands on the curved flare of her satin-smooth hips.
"No, Karen, you aren't a kid," Steve agreed, his senses too occupied with the wildly throbbing thickness between his hairy loins to offer any further compliments on her overdeveloped young body. Her excited eyes moved downward to the heavy sperm-bloated sac of his balls hanging between his powerful legs, and then she moved over to drop on the bed.
"I want to suck it, Mr. Whitman ... I want to suck your cock," she announced calmly. "Please let me . . please let me do the things you let Millie do..."
Let her! Steve almost laughed right out with the excitement of his own spiraling desire. He would "let" her all right! He would let her suck his cock until it shot its load right down her creamy white throat to her little belly!
Steve moved slowly towards the girl anxiously waiting for him on the edge of the bed. "Oh Mr. Whitman ... you don't know how long I've dreamed of this ... waited for this ... I never dreamed it would really happen, but when Millie said ... well, when she told me ... I knew I could find out ... everything I've always wanted to know about you. How your cock looked, how it would feel in my hands ... and now I'm going to' find out!"
Steve didn't believe his ears. He continued to move slowly toward her, not wanting to appear over-anxious, but it was all he could do to keep from ramming his blood-swollen length right down her throat! He straightened above her on the bed, his long thick cock with its moistened purplish head with its sheathing foreskin, nearly on a level with her face. For a long moment Karen only stared at it. It was huge, bigger than she had imagined, and suddenly her hand moved out of its own volition to grasp hold of it, pulling the loose outer skin back away from its blunt, blood-filled tip.
"Kiss it, Karen," he ordered gently. "Kiss it now and lick your tongue around it."
Karen leaned forward with wild excitement churning in her quivering belly. She placed her sensuously pursed young lips to its hotly pulsating tip and held them there before letting her tongue slip out between them, swiping away the little bubble of premature moisture that had oozed from it split. Then, she wiggled the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening, causing Steve to shudder at the sensitive contact.
"Uh ... Oh!" he hissed, thrusting his loins obscenely forward. "Hold it in your hand and take it into your mouth, give it another suck or two!"
Steve watched in lewd fascination as her hand reached out to wrap around his jutting penis, and wild jolts of lust went slashing through him when her mouth opened and her moistened lips slipped wetly over the almost painfully tingling head of his cock. Another knee-jellying tremor shook him from head to toe as her tongue began to swirl around it and work obscenely up and down its turgid shaft.
Karen choked back the moan of delight trying to rise in her throat. There it was! She was sucking Mr. Whitman's cock just like she'd pictured it hundreds of times! She felt the heated secretions seeping from her heated vagina and flowing down between her widespread thighs to saturate the sheet beneath her. Had he not been standing between her thighs she could have squeezed them together and deliciously pinched the throbbing bud of her clitoris between her swollen pussy lips.
"Okay ... that's enough now, Karen," she heard him say. "Lay back and lift those pretty legs up way high. I want to see that hot little pussy of yours! I want to spread it and look at it, right up inside!"
Once again Steve felt the now familiar sadistic sensations rising inside as he watched the girl obey his order, lying back on the bed and lifting her legs until they flattened the firm young mounds of her naked breasts. Jesus, what an obscene sight she made for his hungry eyes! Her legs were drawn up and spread wide to expose her fervidly moistened cunt! What a wanton little bitch she was ... and what a horrible lecher he had become to gain such pleasure out of the debasement and humiliation of sweet young girls!
Steve dropped to his knees, leaning forward between her upraised legs and full, widespread thighs. He could see her tiny pink anus, all puckered and inviting, centered in the smooth hairless crevice between the satiny moons of her taut, white buttocks. And above, maybe an inch away began the ribbon of pussy flesh dividing the snug, hair fringed lips of her cunt! His thumbs made her lurch when they touched the hotly swollen lips. Breathlessly he parted the clasping cuntal flesh, his eyes staring at the recessed little holt of her anus, working like a baby's mouth beneath the lewdly exploring fingers. Then he saw it ... her tiny cunt hole, a damp coating of moisture glossing the palpitating opening as well as the petals of flesh above it. Quickly he spread them open with his thumbs to find her turgidly throbbing little clitoris!
His brain reeled with the headiness of the erotic spectacle. The pressure was mounting in his aching cock and balls; he knew he'd have to fuck her soon.
Karen lay in her lewd position, her quivering naked body sinking further and further into the sensual heat of her desire. She'd lain awake nights imagining this! It was too wonderful to be really happening! Her whole body was inflamed, making her revel in soul consuming passion as the sex-maddened teacher fingered her defenselessly spread young cunt. Then suddenly, Mr. Whitman rose to his feet and climbed around her to stretch out on his back on the bed, stretching his muscular legs wide apart.
"Now Karen, you can suck my cock some more, but I want to be able to watch you ... I want to see your pretty little lips wrapped around it and your head bobbing up and down..."
Karen turned onto her knees and crawled up between his legs, her full firm breasts rippling and swaying erotically with her movements, her dark hair grazing his thighs and stomach as she positioned herself. There was no revulsion inside her for the oral performance he was demanding of her. This was the very wanton act she had been salaciously awaiting, long before she knew about he and Millie Parker! Hungrily, she stared down at the long, up-thrust thickness of his handsome cock, then clasped it with forefinger and thumb at the hairy base. Without hesitation she drew down its tender foreskin and plunged her mouth over the smooth, rubbery head, locking her soft lips in a pressured suction just behind its swollen coronal rim as her tongue began an excited lashing and swirling.
"Oh ... Oh God!" Steve grunted. His loins jerked convulsively upward, his eyes riveted in desire glazed captivation on the sight of the girl's saliva-moistened lips absorbing his thick cock right up between them and beginning to slide slowly up and down. Oh the delicious bitch! He'd fuck her too! He'd fuck her like she wanted, fuck her crazy!
Her eyes tightly shut, Karen knew Mr. Whitman was moving around beneath her on the bed, but she didn't realize what he was doing until he lifted one of her knees move beneath it an she actually felt his breath against the feverishly tingling lips of her wet pussy. She was upside down on top of him and he, at last, was going to do it! He was going to lick her cunt! He was going to lick her pussy while she had his big cock sucked deeply into her mouth Abruptly, his searing tongue caught part of her hotly smoldering pussy and the entire length oi the softly yielding valley separating her buttocks! She froze in muscle-tensing immobility. Then she felt it again! His hot wet tongue grazed over the tiny exposed mouth of her anus, lashing out again and again, sweeping anc laving up between her wide stretched buttocks, and finally working downward toward the hotly burning mouth of her tingling pussy!
Steve caught the full picture in the vanity mirror, his eyes beading in cock-jerking lust at the incredible sight. His tongue was paralyzing her and his own balls were working toward the bursting point as well! The child was hanging over him with her mouth full of cock!
The young girl whimpered around his thrusting hardness as over and over he repeated his tongue-fucking of her hotly clinging pussy walls, his tongue knifing wetly through her lust-fired cuntal flesh with possessive savagery! He swirled it around deeply up inside, teasing her, taunting her with it, until she began to twitch and jerk uncontrollably, her open mouth beginning once more to feverishly nurse his heavily aching cock! Goddamn, yes! He had to do it, he had to fuck her!
"I'm going to fuck you now, Karen, from behind!" he groaned.
The blinding desire filling Karen's sensuously impassioned nakedness made her welcome any humiliation at that moment. It would be wonderful ... anything ... any thing he said!
The insanely aroused teacher moved out from under her and into position. She felt his strong hands gripping at her hips and the wet tip of something hot and hard probing at her smoothly trembling inner thighs, searching for her feverishly seething vaginal mouth. With an unrestrainable moan, she began to move the twin mounds of her lewdly positioned buttocks in searching little circles, attempting to capture the phallic hardness, while her wanton actions continued to build the mad erotic tension within her to a nearly unbearable peak. God she wanted it, had to have it fucking around deep up inside her belly! Reaching frantically back through the arch of her also painfully hungering loins, she grasped the dangling spear of hardened flesh, guiding its blunt, blood-engorged tip toward the mouth of her waiting cunt.
Immediately Steve thrust, spreading open her wetly receptive pussy channel with a breathtaking plunge. Wider and wider her cunt expanded before his brutal lunge. His pelvis smacked hard up into whitely trembling young ass-cheeks and he had buried his cock to the hilt, deep up between her desperately squirming thighs.
Aaaaauuggghhh! Karen grunted aloud as the hard thickness of her teacher's cock smashed far up into her open belly. Unnnhhhhhh!"
"Christ!" The young teacher-coach swore, staring in lurid fascination as his long cock slithered up into her with a wet charge until it was entirely buried in the warmly gripping passage of her cunt, his sperm-bloated balls slapping hard down against the tender flesh of her wildly flaring young pussy. And as she continued to grunt and moan, he began to fuck unceasingly up into her from behind, her soft, satiny cuntal flesh rippling like tiny wavelets before his buttock-flattening thrusts.
At first it felt to Karen as if a huge log had been rammed into the sensitive core of her vagina, but as he kept up the brutal strokes with merciless cadence, there was no time to dwell on the pain, but only the fulfilling pleasure it was bringing her. In unprecedented passion, she began to fuck rhythmically back to meet the man's heavily panting thrusts up into her hotly clutching young vagina. She felt his hands clinging to her hips as she wantonly undulated her naked body, rotating her buttocks backward in tiny lascivious circles, giving herself fully to the obscene delight the man was pounding into her from behind.
In his warped lust, the sex crazed teacher wished there were some way he could watch his penis disappearing inside her beautiful, pleasure bringing cunt, but he could only mentally visualize the forbidden spectacle of delight. Yet, the mere thought of the unnatural coupling was enough to telegraph overwhelming excitement to the raw-nerve ends of his inflamed flesh, signaling that he was on the brink of exploding inside her feverishly churning adolescent cunt.
Karen's young brain was swimming with insane frenzy while her teacher fucked into he from behind. She was bucking back on hi aching cock as if it were some new wonder she could never get enough of. She reached both hands back underneath her to cup and squeeze his semen-bloated balls, and she knew it was going to happen to her any minute now ... she was going to cum! No one would ever, eve believe me if I told them, she couldn't help thinking. Nobody would believe that Mr. Whitman fucked me from behind like this after I sucked his big, beautiful cock! Every woman in town wanted to be fucked by Mr. Whitman and every girl at school! And here she was, right in his own bedroom, with is cock fucking in andc out of her and driving her totally insane! It was just too wonderful to be true!
Karen was indeed going crazy on his cock increasing her incredible bucking back up against his pelvis until Steve thought his ball would turn inside out. Great swirls of heat were building deep inside his sperm engorged testicle as he watched her passion warped expression The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his hips and rammed his arching hardness even farther up between her hungrily quivering little pussy lips. He gaped at the pink ridges of flesh pulling out from her cock-stuffed vaginal passage, clinging greedily to his thrusting thickness as she ground her beautiful round ass-cheeks around and around like a woman gone mad!
Steve could hardly wait to explode out his hotly building cum deep up in her quaking belly ... he wanted to feel his cum flowing deep up inside her fresh young cunt. That was it! The whole ultimate goal ... to feel the intoxicating rapture of shooting his wad deep up into a fresh child cunt! He sensed it then, a charge of breathless anticipation racing wildly through him as she began to fuck her greedily young pussy back insanely over his cock ... she was going to cum ... and he was going to shoot out his painfully pent up sperm in her when she did. But now ... it had to be now!
"Ahhh ... Ah! Now! Now! Fuck back ... fuck hard ... I'm Cumminnnnnggggg! " Steve roared as his cock soared with needle-like streams of white hot sperm rushing up the full length of it!
Karen heard her teacher cry out behind her and felt his wildly jerking penis gushing forth hot thick jets of pungent secretion to flood her vagina almost to the bursting point. Her lips bared back over her teeth as she groaned and fucked back furiously against him. There had never been such ecstasy! Her long sought climax hit with the first hot jets of his sperm and she salaciously thrust her nakedly writhing buttocks back at the man above her to get the full benefit of hardness buffeting into her heated cuntal passage. Every muscle in her naked body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of sensual rapture spasm wildly through her screaming belly.
"Oh God, fuck it harder, Mr. Whitman! I'm cummmming! Yes, yes ... cummmingg!"
There was no time, no space, no motion in the entire universe, only the unbelievable bliss of orgasm as man and child groaned and slammed their nakedly frenzied bodies mindlessly against one another. Steve continued to spew out his seemingly endless reservoir of sperm far up into the child's greedily thrusting young belly, and again she climaxed, struck wild again by the huge, hotly hosing cock of her male-teacher.
At last ... it was over, and the unbelieving Steve rolled over to lay beside the satiated twelve year old girl.
No further words were spoken between the two. Karen dressed quickly and scurried home, knowing her mother would be angry if she were late for dinner. Steve continued to lay in the cum stained bed, too astounded by his own actions to act. He was totally filled with anguish and without recourse. There was nothing, nothing in the world that he could do to change the irrevocable consequences of his actions. He had been defeated by his own lust, ready to give into it entirely and ready to accept whatever the consequences might be...
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CHAPTER FIVE
Kit Willis poured another round of drinks for herself and her best friend, Stephanie Parker. She passed the glass to her friend and they drank with satisfaction.
"God ... that helps," Stephanie sighed.
"It has been a long week, all right," Kit agreed, stretching her long slender legs out in the deck chair.
"I don't know about you, but I can hardly wait for our trip tomorrow up to Carmel ... I really need to get away!" Stephanie said, glancing through the door to the living room where their husbands were talking about the stock market or some such boring subject.
"Yeah, me too." Kit agreed. "It's nice that the girls get to go on a trip too," she added idly. "Actually, they'll be in San Francisco for the gymnastics meet ... it might be fun to go up to see them work out."
"Well, it's a pretty long drive from Carmel, I don't know," Stephanie mused. "I sort of wanted a weekend away from my family ties entirely, you know what I mean. Sort of pretend we're different people."
Kit Willis observed her friend slyly. "Well dear," she said in a mock-catty tone. "Maybe you hadn't heard that Pat Whitman cancelled out on taking the girls on the trip and is being replaced by none other than her handsome husband..." she drawled, waiting for the reaction of the attractive redhead to the inference.
"Oh really?" Stephanie purred with a secret smile playing about her full red lips. It was common knowledge in the close knit suburban neighborhood that the Parkers, and the Willises had a "thing" going on. The attractive young couples had been swinging together for years, and for some time had wanted to initiate the Whitman's into their exclusive little group. But neither of the two teachers were the least receptive to any of the frequent approaches made by the foursome, and the two women had just about given up on the idea of ever getting the handsome coach in on their activities.
"Well, in that case, maybe you have a point after all, Kit ... I mean, our little girls are competing in their very athletic competition! What kind of mothers would we be if we didn't take the opportunity to see how the little darlings perform!"
"I thought you might feel that way," Kit Willis said with a sly grin. Then lowering her voice she added: "I've made several advances to Steve Whitman, but Pat's always been around. Maybe ... just maybe with her gone and him in another town, he might begin to see things a little differently!"
"Could be..." her friend agreed, feeling the excitement mounting inside. "At any rate, what's the harm in trying. I know Hank would love to get his paws on that Pat Whitman, and if you and I can arrange what the boy's haven't been able to do so far ... well, it would be a point for our side, wouldn't it?"
"Sure," Kit agreed. "And if nothing happens, it's still not a wasted trip. We can do some shopping, see the kids, and maybe see how Steve might feel about a little together in the future!"
"You're terrible, Kit," Stephanie said laughingly.
"Yeah, I know," the blonde agreed. "So are you; that's why we get on so well together!" The two women finished their drinks and joined their husbands in the house, announcing their plans to go up to San Francisco to see the girls through their gymnastics meet.
"Great idea honey!" Kit's husband praised, giving his wife an affectionate hug. "The unselfishness of these girls never ceases to amaze me!" he commented to his good friend, Stephanie's husband.
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Two girls lay sprawled on the cool grass in front of the Willis house, exchanging a low-voiced, if sometimes heated, conversation.
The smallest of the two, Millie Parker, was incredulous at her friend's announcement. "But you promised not to tell anyone, Karen!" she protested.
"I didn't tell anyone that didn't already know." the dark-haired girl defended herself. "Besides, as my best friend, it's your duty to share things with me ... even Mr. Whitman's cock!"
The two girls burst out into giggles at the idea of sharing a cock.
"And you weren't even scared of it? You just let him stick it right up in your pussy without being scared it would hurt?" Millie pressed her friend for more details which Karen was more than willing to provide, reliving the salacious ecstasy of the whole scene.
"I wasn't scared at all. You know I've done it before, but Tommy Linquest's sure wasn't much compared to Mr. Whitman's!"
"God Karen," Millie breathed in open mouthed admiration. "You've already done it twice!"
"That's right, and pretty soon you will have done it twice too! But of course, I'll always be one up on you," Karen added, remembering her station as older by several months and wiser of the two.
"What do you mean?" Millie asked, eyes wildly excited.
"The trip tomorrow dummy! Mr. Whitman's taking us to the meet in San Francisco!" Karen said with a long-suffering sigh.
"So? There'll be all sorts of people around up there. He won't do anything with us..."
"Oh yeah?" Karen hissed with a gleam in her eye. "It's easy ... all we have to do is what I did yesterday. Just go to his room and knock on his door, late at night when the others are sleeping. He'll have to let us in so as not to wake anybody up. Then, once you take your clothes off, he'll take over from there. He goes crazy!"
"Oooooohhhh!" Millie squealed in excitement. "Do you really think he will? Do you think he'll lick our pussies for us again in San Francisco?"
"Sure!" the older girl replied confidently. "I know how to make him do it ... you just trust me..."
"But what if he gets mad and makes us leave?" Millie asked, still not convinced. "Then what? What if he tells our parents!"
"Oh God, sometimes you're really dumb, Millie!" Karen spat at the younger girl. "He can't do anything, and he won't tell our parents. like he said himself, We've got him by the balls!
* * *
Eyes fixed on the road ahead, Steve drove the bus, while the girls and their gear occupied the seats behind, their voices raised in song as they drove steadily up the freeway. Occasionally he would chime in with a few lyrics.
He was pleased that it had all worked out so well. The day had turned out to be beautiful and even Karen had added to his sense of well being by acting the perfect little lady around him. That, he knew, had been one of his main concerns, wondering if she would openly try to take advantage of their sordid liaison, but she hadn't nor had little Millie Parker displayed any overt signs of what had happened between them.
In fact, Karen was using her domineering personality to it's best advantage now, keeping reign on the others and briskly assuming her position, self-appointed though it may be, of authority. Steve was pleased not that he had decided to carry through with it, and felt certain that it was ll going to turn out well.
They arrived in San Francisco without any problems and by the time they were checked into the hotel and had dinner, Steve suggested that everyone turn in early for a good night's sleep before the strenuous day of competition ahead.
Once assured that the girls were safely tucked away to bed, Steve let himself unwind after a long hard day. He rummaged in his kit to find the bottle of gin he brought and after ordering ice from room service, stretched out on the big king sized bed and flicked on the TV.
He felt himself growing very tired once he'd relaxed himself for a moment, and he quickly shed his shirt and jeans to turn in for the night, basking in the comfort of a well-deserved rest. It's going to be all right, he thought, enjoying the first moment's rest from the mental torment that had plagued him since the afternoon he'd seduced Rene Hamilton. It seemed like years ago to the exhausted young husband, but he'd convinced himself that it was all over. The whole sordid mess was in the past and he could thank the powers that be for the lack of any repercussions. He was all right, he had to be ... how else could he lie here in complete charge of a group of twelve little girls without the slightest desire to seduce any one of them ... he was all right ... he kept repeating as he drifted off into much needed sleep.
* * *
"Hurry up, Millie!" Karen hissed to her friend who was frantically squirming into her jeans under her long flannel nightie. "You don't have to get dressed, anyway. You'll just take your clothes off when you get there!"
Millie collapsed into nervous giggles at her girlfriend's last comment, further delaying their exit from the hotel room. "I just feel funny going out into the hall in my nightie!" she whispered between giggles.
"I think you're stalling!" Karen accused her friend. "I think you're afraid!"
"No I'm not!" Millie protested. "But what if someone saw us in the hall and I wasn't even dressed?"
Karen sighed. "We'll just hide. He may be asleep and he might be to tired to do anything. You do want him to lick your pussy, don't you? Or maybe you were just making that up in the first place..."
"I was not!" Millie said, at last pulling the sweatshirt on over her head and looking under the bed for her shoes.
Karen couldn't wait to see her friend writhing and wailing under Mr. Whitman's long, deeply pistoning cock in her pussy. She'd never seen two people fucking before, and the fact that in a few moments she'd be watching her best friend doing it with a grown up was too much! First she'd watch them, and then when he had a chance to rest and get that big cock all hard again Millie could watch her being fucked too! Too bad they couldn't share Mr. Whitman with the rest of the girls on the gymnastics team, but most of them were such babies, they probably didn't even know what cocks were for. Millie had a lot to be thankful for, Karen thought proudly. If it wasn't for me she probably wouldn't even know ... she didn't even know about fingerfucking herself until I told her how!
Just thinking about Mr. Whitman was causing young Karen's pussy to quiver with excitement. Damn, Millie anyway ... it was time to get firm with her!
"Millie," she said with all the authority she could muster, unable to wait a moment longer. "If you aren't out this door by the time I count to ten, I'm going without you! One ... two
"Oh all right! I'm coming!" Millie cried, scrambling toward the door. Hand in hand the two girls creeped stealthily down the carpeted hall, at last reaching room 401 where Steve Whitman lay peacefully sleeping. Hesitating for only an instant, Karen Willis raised her slender arm and knocked softly, still unconsciously clutching tightly to her little friend's hand.
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CHAPTER SIX
Steve was awakened by a sensually arousing dream. He'd been orally ravishing a pig-tailed, freckle-faced young girl, forcing her to submit to his voracious sucking of her tiny little cunt. Christ! Rolling over onto his back he felt the familiar tingling sensations racing through his loins, and there he was again with his near permanent erection. He couldn't resist reaching down to fondle his raging, demanding penis, feeling the erotic fermentations increase at his gentle touch. In narcissistic abandon he began to revel in the sensual excitement rippling through is body as he stroked his own aching cock. Would there ever be an end to the constant torment, the pleasure pain, the blissful agony...
Suddenly he dropped his cock and sat bolt upright in bed. What was that? Who the hell would be knocking at his door at this hour? The sorely-tried coach lay back down. Probably some drunken conventioneer at the wrong room. Once again he heard it, the soft but insistent knocking. Steve decided he'd better answer it in case it was one of the girls, sick or something. Reluctantly, the young man groped for his pants, and pulling them over his naked body headed toward the door.
The two children moved in the minute Steve unfastened the latch, before he even had a chance to protest.
"Karen, Millie! What are you two doing up at this hour?" he asked, although he had a fairly good idea.
"We've come for another lesson, Mr. Whitman," Karen, the self-appointed spokesman replied with a lurid little grin. "Another fucking lesson. Only this time you can show us how to do it all together. Maybe you can stick your cock in Millie while you lick my pussy, or I could suck your cock while you lick Millie's pussy, or ... gee, I don't know, you're supposed to be the teacher..." Karen stood coolly appraising the stunned look of horror that had come over the coach's handsome face while Millie remained staring wide-eyed in the background.
The sinking sensation in Steve's gut grew more intense as he stood watching the ubiquitous Karen make herself comfortable in his room by stripping naked immediately. "Well, Mr. Whitman ... are you going to be nice and teach us some more or am I going to lave to go wake up the whole place and tell them that you made me take off all my clothes and come down here to your room! With Millie here to back me up, of course," she added.
How in God's name could anyone get so smart in twelve short years, Steve wondered, as, in spite of himself, his eyes riveted on the lithe young body she'd been so quick to display.
The precocious child was watching his eyes, watching for that same undeniably crazy gleam come alive in them that she had witnessed the other night in his apartment. And there it was! In spite of what he said, his eyes told her all she wanted to know ... that Mr. Whitman just couldn't wait to stick his tongue in her pussy ... he was dying to have her mouth sucking on his big hard cock, he was aching to fuck her!
"Take off your clothes, Millie." Karen commanded her companion without removing her gaze from the handsome coach. Millie meekly obeyed, quickly shedding the sweatshirt and jeans in a fraction of the time it had taken her to put them on.
Steve stood in hopeless confusion. There was no way out. The only thing left for him to do would be to admit to Pat that he was sick and have himself committed, because he knew full well that Karen Willis wouldn't stop here. It would go on and on ... and any time she or any of her friends came to him with their lurid demands for him to fuck them or lick their tender young pussies, he would comply ... he simply could not resist!
"Listen to me," he began in a half-hearted attempt towards reason and sanity. "What happened with us ... it was only once in a..."
He was cut short by Karen Willis who had moved swiftly towards him to unfasten his pants and jerk them down over his hips before he realized what she was doing. There thrust his long thick hardness lewdly undermining everything he tried to say. Steve Whitman knew at that moment if he raised his voice to the proper octave and if he glared ferociously down at the little vipers that plagued him so relentlessly, they could be sent scurrying back to their room to hide beneath the covers. It was doubtful that a word would be said concerning the incident, and life could go on as usual. But Steve also knew, deep in his tormented heart, that it was impossible for him to turn them away. He wanted to fuck them the two of them, at once!
Steve breathed a deep gasping sigh and turned towards the bed. He was caught in an unbelievably vicious web of his own making and there was no escaping it. Without a word he spread his muscular frame out lewdly on the stark whiteness of the sheets, his huge penis jutting out above his sperm-filled testicles resting between his hairy thighs. The two twelve year olds were naked, also, standing by the bed, looking impishly from one to the other. Steve could hear the children gasp with excitement at the sight of his massive swollen male flesh and then he called them over to him. He was unable to deny the rising sensations of lascivious anticipation that rose rapidly in his groin at the thought of fucking the two of them, the two little twelve year olds, at once ! The little girls moved in on either side of him and his hands reached out to simultaneously grasp each one, like little pears off a tree to explore and caress and compare all the secret places of their flesh. He felt the trembling shivers of sensual arousal rippling over their soft swelling curves of smoothness in symphonic harmony conducted by his own lust provoking hands.
In the charged silence, little Millie Parker's voice was heard for the first time since she'd entered the teacher's room.
"I want him to lick my pussy," she blurted out, her lewd statement sending a wild jolt of lust charging through Steve's pussy flanked loins.
"Is that what you want, Millie?" Steve asked, still cupping and squeezing her little breasts with one hand while the other one was pressing into the smooth crevice of Karen's widespread young thighs on the other side of him. "Is that what you really want?" he crooned, moving his hand downward over her soft little belly to her suntanned thighs to finally inch inward toward the hairless lips of her hot moist little pussy. "You want me to lick your pussy while Karen watches?" His other hand continued to caress Karen's naked flesh, over her breasts, belly and thighs, until he could feel the devilish surge of sensuality his lustful fondling of her body was unleashing.
Steve knew there was no hope for him, now or ever! He had been a fool to think differently. After this, after having both tender young cunts at once in any and every way he chose, there would be no end to his lascivious desire. He might as well dedicate his life to it, here and now ... dedicate his life to fucking young girls, because he knew there could be no greater bliss. Anything that happened to him after this couldn't possibly matter ... this was all there was ... this incredible menage was the height of his whole existence!
Steve became aware of a low pathetic moan coming from Millie Parker's parted rosy lips. She gaped pleadingly at him, no speaking, her eyes alone begging. An unqualified sensation of pure lust raced through him as he reached over to caress her girlish face. "Okay, honey," he said at last. "I'll lick your little pussy for you ... I'll lick it and suck it and make it come J alive, just like I did before..."
Millie's heart was pounding in her chest as Steve moved up between her eagerly spread, young legs and fell forward on his belly, his face hovering inches above her moistly flushed pussy.
"Oh hurry! Hurry and lick her pussy!" he heard Karen urging behind them excitedly. Suddenly Steve was overcome by a strange new desire. He heard Millie's breath catch in her throat as his hands touched the soft flesh of her inner-thighs and she moaned as his tongue flicked out at the palpitating opening of her desire inflamed little pussy. Every muscle in her young body tightened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of hr pulsing, hairless little cunt lips, while soft sounds of total bliss rose in her throat. She felt his thumbs spreading open the fever-flushed edges of her peach-fuzzed pussy, and then his tongue raced ravishingly up through the lust moistened flesh. And then suddenly, he stopped!
Steve turned to the silently watching Karen, staring at the licentious spectacle with wide bulging eyes.
"Poor little Karen," he crooned. "She's sitting over all by herself..."
The bewildered child looked at him mutely, surprised by his sudden attention and totally engrossed in the sight of her little friend's wide-splayed pussy. "Uh? ... Oh, that's okay ... I'll wait..." she said, finally finding her voice.
"No Karen, you don't have to wait," he said in his best teacher's voice. "Come here, dear," he ordered, watching the child meekly obey. "I'm going to teach you a new lesson, just like you wanted. I'm going to teach both of you ... all about it."
He felt Millie squirm beneath him and quickly reassured her with a flick of his tongue plunging into her hungry little cunt. "Now
Karen, do exactly as I say," he addressed the child now sitting next to them on the bed.
Karen nodded uncertainly, looking in gaping wonder at her friend's writhing body beside her.
"Take hold of her breasts, Karen," he said. "Hold them gently and rub them, like I do for you," he instructed, still stretched out between Millie's trembling legs.
Karen reached timidly over toward the firm, tiny mounds of her friend's budding little breasts. She could see that Millie was trembling and beads of perspiration were standing out all over her creamy white skin and the sight exhilarated the slightly older girl. Taking Millie's little pink nipples between her fingers, she began to twist them, softly at first, and then harder as her courage mounted. It was fun, rolling Millie's nipples about, they felt good ... and Mr. Whitman's hand had disappeared into the velvet interior of Millie's cunt, and Karen could see her belly wriggling, her hips shaking loosely as his fingers climbed higher and higher into her tight, little girl vagina.
"Mmmmm ... Oooh ... oh ... oh..." Millie's legs spread out further.
"There now," Steve murmured. "Little
Millie's getting nice and wet. Aren't you sweetheart? Spread your legs a little wider for me darling ... a little more ... that's it ... that's a good girl..." The sound of his voice was mesmerizing Millie into submission. It felt wonderful to have Karen play with her breasts while Mr. Whitman played with her pussy, all the while crooning softly to her. She wasn't afraid at all anymore!
"Now Karen, come over beside Millie and me ... I want you to see Millie's hot little pussy ... Millie doesn't mind, do you darling, you don't mind if Karen sees how sweet and pretty your little cunt is, do you darling?"
Millie shook her head and continued to undulate her rounded little buttocks under the delicious pressure of Steve's skillfully probing fingers.
Silently holding her breath, Karen peered into the pinkly shimmering slit of her friend's soft silken pussy. Steve's finger had spread the puffy pouting lips wide apart, and the entire surface of Millie's hotly tingling young cunt gleamed wetly up at her.
"Isn't that nice?" Steve asked in the same soft, hypnotic tone. "See how pretty? Your little pussy looks just like that too Karen ... like some hungry little ocean animal, all soft and gushy, but with a mind of its own!"
"Touch it," Steve ordered softly.
For once in her life, Karen hesitated. She reached out her small hand tentatively, but let it linger in the air, hovering over her twelve year old girlfriend's cunt. Steve guided her finger's into the moist flesh of Millie's wet little pussy and began to tease them slowly up and down.
"Oooohhhh, " Millie moaned beneath the teasing touch of Karen's fingers.
"Do it here, Baby ... see that hungry little fella ... that's her clitoris ... you keep doing it there while I do it to you." Steve crooned.
Karen obeyed, enthralled by the lesson, a good student even in this odd course. Her fingers flicked and teased in the smooth wet walls of Millie's vagina while she lay down beside her friend in order to let Mr. Whitman do the same thing to her.
"Oooooohhh..." Millie cried out under the funny feminine touch in her vagina. She thought this was a wonderful lesson too. Mr. Whitman was teaching her and Karen how to play with each other! Even Karen's fingers were better than her own!
Karen began to coo and moan as Steve caressed and teased her pussy, increasing the tempo of her strokes on Millie's cunt in rhythm with her own mounting desire. Millie's moment was quickly triggered by hearing the lewd sounds of Karen's arousal and suddenly she began to squirm about with mindless abandon and reached her own hand down to assist Karen's. "Oh, do it harder ... do it here ... go inside! NOW. . . NOW. . . NOW! Karen's fingers were thrusting high up into her young friend's feverishly convulsing vagina. Her legs kicking out wide and trembling, her breasts tight with desire, Millie's undulating vagina contracted over and over as she felt herself shattering into tiny bits and pieces of softly quivering adolescent flesh.
"Mmmmm! Oh! Oh Karen! Ohhhhhh!" she cried.
Steve meanwhile, beside himself at the salacious sight of the two young girls together, mounted Karen's nakedly upraised young ass-cheeks, inserting his huge red cock between her widespread cunt lips and pushing in slowly, began fucking smoothly in and out. One hand reached out for Millie's breast and the other caressed Karen's while his mouth crushed heavily on the child's.
"Oh Christ!" he cried. Oh, the two of you ... oh God ... AAAAAhhhhh!
"Oh ... Mr. Whitman ... Ohhh
Karen's wetly quivering young pussy opened up like a smooth wet cavern to her teacher's muscles already tuned to his thick surging penis.
Steve sighed as he rolled over on top of Millie, leaving Karen's till quivering belly. His excited cock was already hardening again and he heard Millie groan and reach down her hand to guide him. Steve took Karen's hand to assist her, and the two girls slid his thick foreskin back, exposing the smooth rounded tip to their curious touches. Then they both inserted it into Millie's pink little cuntal opening.
He fucked the young girl long and hard, slipping his hand under her softly rounded buttocks and whipping his long hard cock neatly in and out of her eagerly grinding young pussy.
At Steve's command, Karen silently got up and opening her legs wide, straddled her young friend's face, just when she was about to cum. Facing the handsome teacher she felt a lewd, exciting tongue lashing right up inside her widely spread little cunt, while Steve teased hotly at her passion-hardened little nipples. Millie came first, and then by swirling her tongue over Karen's hungrily opened vagina, made her, too, achieve a wildly growing soul rending climax. Then Steve let loose and uttered loud grunts and groans and spurted out his thick white jets of hotly seething cum far up into Millie's gratefully absorbing young belly.
Their combined cries expanded loudly out-into the small room, mixed with feverish wet sucking noises that grew lewdly louder and louder, as their multiple orgasms increased in wildly spasmodic groans of desire.
And it was precisely at that moment that the door flew open to reveal to the two mother's stunned eyes the whereabouts of their missing little girls.
* * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What in Heaven's name is going on here!" Kit Willis screamed, staggering into the room followed close behind by Stephanie Parker.
"Mom!" The two naked young girls chorused in stunned disbelief while Steve could only gape in horror at the realization of his most dreaded fear coming true.
"Oh! Oh my God!" Kit gasped lunging forward like a mad woman. "I'll kill that bastard," she shrieked.
"Wait a minute Kit! Get hold of yourself!" Stephanie said, holding her friend back with all her strength.
"It's his fault mom!" Karen squealed. "He made us do it ... he made us take our clothes off ... Millie will tell you! Tell her Millie ... We didn't want to, honest ... he made us!" the child rambled on brokenly, determined to lay the blame for their lewd activities on the coach.
"It's true, Mom!" Millie added, her face crumbling in tears. "He made us do it!"
"We'll take care of you two later!" Stephanie said to the frantic little girls. "Get your clothes on and get back to your room right now!"
Steve could only gape in shock at the whole lewd scene, watching the girls quickly snatching up their clothes and hustling toward the door, giving a wide berth to the pair of raging women standing in the center of the room.
This was the end of him, he was certain. He felt like a man in front of a firing squad, just waiting to be blasted. In his shock, Steve completely forgot about his lewd position, still kneeling there on the bed totally naked before the stunned eyes of the two women.
"Child molester!" Kit spat down at him venomously. "I ought to call the police!"
"Now wait a minute, Kit," Stephanie cooed. "Perhaps we ought to give the coach a chance to explain. From the looks of what we saw going on in hers, our little girls weren't exactly forced to do what they were doing. Besides, they might know something very interesting about Mr. Whitman that we don't."
There was no denying the seductive tone to her voice, or the way her eyes were riveted on the frozen naked form of the heavy muscled man on the bed. In spite of his stunned amazement, Steve felt his cock give a lurch at the provocative nearness of the sexy redhead as she approached.
"How about it coach?" she said staring down in obvious enjoyment at his naked body. "Are you willing to give us a little of what you gave our daughters, or is it only baby cunt that turns you on?"
Steve had no idea what to do or say. Was this woman actually propositioning him after having caught him with her daughter? What did she want from him? There was little question in his mind judging from her lustful expression that she wanted him to satisfy her lecherous demands, but how could she expect...
Steve's thoughts were interrupted by the salacious vision of Stephanie Parker removing her slinky dress to reveal an exquisitely proportioned body.
"Come on Kit," the redhead urged her friend. "This is the chance you've been waiting for, isn't it? By the time this night is over you and I are going to make our handsome friend here wonder what he ever saw in little girls. We're going to show him what is like to have two real women fuck his ears off!"
Though he was full of dread, their obvious orgiastic intentions were re-kindling the fires the girls had set to flaming inside him. He couldn't believe it, but it was true! Steve felt his loins churning again with lewd excitement.
Then Stephanie saw the bottle Steve had brought with him and scooped it up. "Well, this is nice!" she said, pulling it to her lips and sipping heavily, then passing it over to her friend.
"I think I need a drink myself," Steve heard himself saying, his first spoken words since the women burst into his room.
"Well, found your tongue, eh?" the red-headed young mother said sarcastically and then began to laugh lewdly. "Good, because you'll need that too!" she said as she passed him the bottle. "Not too much now," she cooed as he raised the bottle of liquor to his lips, "we wouldn't want you to get drunk, or anything, would we?" she taunted.
Steve felt the much needed alcohol into his bloodstream, and as he watched the naked woman with her full swinging breasts he felt the mounting sensation of alcohol-loosened lust rising in his body. He had wanted no part of them before, it hadn't even occurred to the young man that either of the two had actually made advances to him, but now ... whatever scruples were left inside him were rapidly disintegrating!
Suddenly Steve Whitman was overcome by his frustration and pent up anger. He'd give them what they came for all right! Give it to them and maybe a little more than they'd bargained for!
He sprawled onto his back and spread his muscular legs lewdly across the bed. "Okay ladies, one of you get your asses up here on it!"
The women were startled but the sudden change that had come over the coach and looked at each other questioningly. Before either of them had a chance to answer, Steve had reached out and grabbed Stephanie Parker lifting her over him as she were weightless. "Come on you little bitch! It's time you got what you came for!" Steve smiled up at her, twisting and adjusting her naked body to his own desire as Stephanie moaned in rising passion. "Hurry up," Steve urged, "get it into you. Raise that luscious cunt of yours and stuff my cock into it!
The voluptuous young redheaded mother's brain swam with the masochistic lust his lewd words and obscene demands were igniting in her belly. Whimpering with desire now, she squirmed to steady herself over his massive body, placing her knees on either side of his ribs. Roughly, his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened cunt spreading the flushed, hair-lined lips apart to expose the moistly glistening pinkness to his lecherous gaze. His fingertips began to work furiously on her tiny clitoris bringing it to more pronounced erection until with a gasp, she raised to her knees.
Grasping his thickly pulsing member, she moaned and began to worm the thick mushroomed tip up into the wetly palpitating hole of her vagina.
"Goddamn!" Steve choked as the redhead began to moan in wanton desire.
Kit couldn't speak. She could only stare in rapt fascination at the rippling flesh of her friend's smoothly curved body quivering in sensuous abandon as she wiggled and strained over Steve Whitman's hugely pulsating cock trying to manipulate its inflated purple head up into her tight wet cunt-hole.
Her own cunt was throbbing in unfulfilled desire! This was too much! First she walked in to find her own daughter in the throes of orgasm with another child and this man ... and now her best friend was writhing mindlessly astride his heavily burgeoning cock.
"Oh, please help me!" Stephanie wailed. "Oh, get it in, get it in!" she cried, her swollenly erect breasts swaying and quivering as she squirmed her vagina over his blunt rubbery cock head.
Then Steve caught hold of her slender waist while she clung to his thick cock, at last zeroing her vagina directly above the hardened rod before pulling her down onto it!
"Aaaauuuuugggghhhh..." she grunted as she sank blissfully down onto it, mewling in ecstasy as it slid up into her like a heavily greased log.
Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his huge impaling hardness, moaning all the way down as it filled her hotly pulsating cunt almost to the bursting. Then she raised up off so that the massive cock, glistening wet from her heated vaginal secretions, came slowly into view almost to the angry-red ring of his cock-head. With a gasp, she sank down again, flattening her softly rounded buttocks down against his loins, absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge penis back up inside her hungrily devouring vagina.
"God!" Kit exclaimed, "I wouldn't believe it if you told me!" bending close to watch the straining white mounds of her friends widespread ass cheeks and Steve's long thick rod of rigid male flesh disappearing up into the wide-stretched pinkness of her hair-fringed cunt.
Their bodies began to slap hotly against one another, raising a tempoed pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats.
Kit could stand it no longer. "Come on! Fuck her! Fuck her good!" she called out, her obscene words echoing above the grunts and groans of the duo on the bed.
Steve had to strain his neck to look at the other woman. She was standing near the bed now, pulling off the tightly clinging dress to reveal her magnificent body which was completely naked except for a black lace garter belt and sheer black stockings. Smiling tauntingly at him, she inserted one red-nailed finger into her curl-fringed pussy and began urgently fucking it in and out of her hotly steaming cunt mouth, all the time staring fixedly at the debauched spectacle taking place just inches away on the bed.
Jesus Christ! Why in the hell do I like this so much? Steve thought. Why do I like fucking my cock in and out of this woman's pussy while her friend watches? He knew that this new thrill would be something he could share with his wife. He was sure that by a little trickery, she would become a willing partner, too!
It seemed crazy, unreal ... but somehow, the two women had come to save him, to rescue him from himself. They had come at the precise time he was ready, primed, for what they had to offer.
Stephanie was moaning in wanton abandon as she undulated and buffeted her ravished loins over his deeply fucking cock and suddenly she shrieked out mindlessly, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Give me your hot cum, harderrrrrr!" The first tremors of violent orgasm were beginning, and Steve thought he would go out of his mind as the women writhed and bucked beneath him in total abandoned ecstasy.
Kit, only a breath away, felt her own self-induced climax approaching as she watched the pistoning cock pumping in and out of her friend's hungrily clinging cunt lips. God she wanted to join the frenziedly fucking couple on the bed, but she would wait ... there was plenty of time ... all night ... the rest of their lives ... Gushes of cum fluid spewed wildly out around her desperately spiraling fingers, and the aroused young woman sank to the floor with a soft little moan of satiated release.
Stephanie's uninhibited love cries triggered Steve's orgasm and he groaned loudly as his hotly churning cum sped up from his blood-engorged testicles to spew out in stream after stream of thick, hotly scalding semen into Karen's mother's eagerly accepting cunt. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, the hot sperm flooding her cunt until it ran out around his slowly deflating cockbase in warm white trickles down between his open thighs.
The trio lay spent on the bed, and at last Steve broke the silence. He spoke softly, his face reflecting a new peacefulness. "I never understood before..." was all he could manage, but he knew that the two women had unwittingly freed him from the constricting boundaries of his life.
He knew now that he would be able to welcome his wife into the new sexual world he had discovered, a world that could make them both happy ... and happiness was all that really mattered. A world free from the torment of guilt brought on by the seeds of unfulfillment. After all the anguish he had been through, the young coach sighed in deep contentment. Someday, he would be able to explain to the others what had happened ... but now he was content to understand himself and bask in the peace that comes from understanding oneself. ...
