TITLE: The Tutor (Mg, preteen)
AUTHOR: Fygero
CATEGORIES: Mg(12), 1st, preteen, ped, cons, upskirt, oral, piv

SUMMARY: When tutoring turns to roughhousing in 12yo Lucy's bedroom,
Pete has to explain the sudden wet stain in his jeans.  Lucy wants him to
show her more - what could be the harm in that?

WORDS: 19,737

WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor.  If this
is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your
browser now.

SYNOPSIS: Pete arrives at his new job as a tutor and is entranced by
Sarah, a beautiful, petite woman in her 30's with the perfect body of a
16-year-old.  His delight is doubled when he meets Lucy, Sarah's
12-year-old daughter.  She's the spitting image of her stunning mother with
a pre-pubescent body that is only beginning to take the shape of the woman
she will one day become.  Still innocent and child-like in so many ways,
Lucy can be careless with how she covers her changing body, and over time
Pete becomes infatuated and dreams of touching her soft curves.  In an
accidental encounter, Lucy's sexual yearnings are awoken and she begs Pete
to satisfy her curiosity.  Reluctant at first, Pete agrees, but he soon
becomes a slave to his own yearnings and guides Lucy down a path where she
discovers all of the pleasures that her growing body has to offer.

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are
fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely
coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy.  Although many men may think
and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like
Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not
exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does.  If you
enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to ready the story; it is very
erotic, very graphic in its detail, and very enjoyable.  If you have
trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the reality of real
girls then you need help; I recommend discussing the problem with a medical
practitioner.


THE TUTOR 
by Fygero

   Among the poor and unfortunate of any city - the homeless, the single
mothers, the out of work - there lurks another underclass of citizenry who
live below the poverty line.  The college student.  The lucky ones have
parental support or a scholarship.  The rest have whatever part-time work
they can find.

   The one advantage the collect student has over the other sub-classes of
poverty, is an abundance of middle-class parents seeking tutors for their
school-age children.

   This is the situation in which I found myself - broke and in search of
weekend beer-money, standing outside the gate of a neat Californian
bungalow with edged lawns and clipped hedges, with flowers beginning to
show their colorful faces at the beginning of spring.  Checking the street
number on the letter box against the address on my cell, I walked up the
tidy path and rang the bell.

   I'd only spoken to Sarah on the phone in what I guess constituted an
interview.  Yes, I had finished high school; yes, I scored all A's in math;
yes, I was used to dealing with kids; and yes, cash would be fine, thank
you very much.  Sarah was `engaging my services' for her twelve-year-old
daughter, Lucinda, who was struggling with 7th grade math.  She wasn't in
any danger of being kept down a year, Sarah told me, but if she didn't get
help, then she might be in a different boat at the end of next year.

   The doorbell chimed deep inside the house, and moments later I heard
light footsteps and saw an approaching shadow behind the opaque glass set
into the middle of the door.  When it opened, I had a surreal moment of
confusion where I thought the woman standing before me was the daughter,
and I came very close to asking her to get her mother for me.  I blinked,
and the hallucination was gone.  This was very clearly not a
twelve-year-old, but she must have had her first child very young, because
she didn't look a day over thirty.

   The reason for my initial confusion was because she was very petite - a
little over five feet tall with a slim, girlish body.  She wore a soft pink
open-knit sweater that draped over her small, teacup breasts, and tight
blue jeans, which showed off her slim thighs and narrow hips to advantage.
God, how did a woman this small ever push a baby out of those hips?  She
was incredible - blond hair tied up in a pony-tail and small, elfin
features on her heart-shaped face, with pale pink lips, full and soft.  I
wondered what it'd be like to kiss them.

   I took all of this in with what I hoped was the swift, practiced ease of
my twenty-one years and didn't think she noticed me checking her out.  I
smiled and put out my hand.  "Hi, I'm Pete.  We spoke on the phone."

   "I'm Sarah," she said, showing me a pretty smile with bright, white
teeth.  She took my hand, but we were both watching each other's eyes and
forgot to shake.  Her grip was cool and dry, so small and delicate in my
larger hand.  We held a moment too long and then both giggled at the same
time, realizing our poor greeting manners.  Color showed up fetchingly on
her cheeks, and she dropped her eyes.  For a moment it seemed like she was
checking out the front of my jeans.

   I took the chance to look at her breasts again and congratulated my good
sense, because they were well worth a second look.  She probably thought of
herself as flat-chested and nothing much to look at, but she had a
delicate, miniature beauty that reminded me of nano-scale etchings on a
grain of rice.  Because they were small, they warranted a finer study of
their intricacies.  Big boobs - honka-honka, fantastic.  But these were
fine and delicate, worthy of greater respect.  They were more than just
bumps, but still not big enough to form a single bosom across her chest. 
Both stood out individually in their tiny perfection - rounded and full at
the bottom, sloping and almost concave like a ski-jump on top.  At the
point at which these two opposing curves collided, I could see the slight
protuberance of her nipples and realized with a shiver that she wasn't
wearing a bra.

   I brought my eyes back up at the same time as Sarah and avoided being
sprung checking her out.

   "Just a sec," she said.  "I'll get Lucy."

   "Luce," she called over her shoulder as I sneaked another look at her
breasts.  "Your new tutor's here."

   I heard more footsteps on the stairs.  Then, from around the corner
behind the front door, appeared an almost exact miniature of Sarah, right
down to the tight blue jeans.  Lucy was just beginning to grow into her
woman's body.  Still tiny at about four and a half feet, her hips were
starting to broaden, and beneath her low-cut Levis, I could see that her
pelvis curved fetchingly down into her groin.  Six months ago, she'd
probably been a shapeless and flat little girl.  Her breasts were also
filling out beneath her tight, stripy T-shirt - not as shapely as Mom's
yet, but they too had gone beyond just girl's bumps and were starting to
show a little roundness underneath.

   "Hi." I stuck out my hand and reminded myself to shake this time.  "I'm
Pete."

   "Lucy," she said, smiling and shaking politely, her tiny hand almost
completely swallowed in mine.  "I hope you're good at math, Pete." She
grinned good-naturedly and rolled her eyes.  "Because I haven't understood
a thing the teacher said since school started." Her voice hadn't broken
yet. It sounded perky and chipmunky, unlike her mother's soft, womanly
tones.

   "Come on in, Pete," said Sarah.  "Grab your books from your room, Luce.
You can work at the kitchen table."

   "Awww, Mom!" Lucy said.  "Can't we just do it in my room?  I've got
everything I need up there."

   "No," Sarah said in a no-nonsense voice.  "Kitchen table, please.  No
arguments."

   Sarah and I both knew why I wasn't going up to be alone with her
pre-pubescent daughter in her bedroom, but poor Lucy just thought her Mom
was being a pain.

   "Humph." Lucy stalked off up the stairs.

   "Can I get you a coffee, Pete," Sarah asked, walking ahead of me and
allowing an extended study of her tiny bottom.  I marveled again at her
slim thighs; they didn't even brush together as she walked.

   "No thanks," I replied, but then thought it might be nice to share a
drink and conversation with her.  "Maybe after Lucy and I are done. 
One-hour tutes, right?"

   "Yes, thanks.  You know Lucy and I will be super grateful if you can get
her grades up.  I really have left this way too late."

   I allowed myself a brief daydream of what Sarah's gratefulness might
entail.  Her small teacup breasts to my lips, her slim thighs open to
reveal her tiny, pink pussy, open and wet, the head of my cock touching it,
pressing inward, forcing her open, and then heavenly warmth as it closes
tightly around my shaft.  I glide in all the way to my balls, Sarah
screaming my name as she bucks and comes, helpless and impaled on my thick
cock.

   Whew!  That was a bit too real.  Better start thinking about the math.

   Lucy returned with an armload of books and I spent almost the entire
hour getting a feel for where she was up to, where the rest of the class
was up to, and how much work there was in between.  Quite a bit, it turned
out, but she was bright and attentive, and she tried hard, so I thought we
would make good progress.  It was probably a case that she got left behind
on one simple foundation piece, and it compromised the rest of her
learning.

   At the end of the hour, I told her a joke my teacher had explained when
I started seventh grade, a time when algebra seemed new and strange,
because we were working with symbols like x instead of just numbers.

   "All you have to do," I explained, "is substitute x with eggs.  They
even sound the same.  So 2x plus 3x is just two eggs plus three eggs."

   "Five eggs!" she cried, delighted at how easy it was.

   "Right," I said, smiling.  "But remember to convert your eggs back to
x."

   "So 2x plus 3x equals 5x?"

   "Yep," I agreed, and then slipped in the punch line.  "And that works
for just about everything in algebra ... until you get to eggs squared."

   She collapsed into giggles like I'd hoped she would.  We were a few
minutes over the hour, so I closed the books and told her she could pack it
up.

   Sarah had been chaperoning us from the next room, and came in as soon as
she heard me finishing up.  "How about that coffee, now?"

   "That'd be fantastic, thank you," I said, genuinely grateful.

   As Lucy went upstairs, I sat at the kitchen counter and watched Sarah as
she moved around the kitchen - the minute bounce of her loose breasts under
the pink sweater, and the flex and sway of her shapely bottom as she
walked.

   "So, what's the verdict?"

   "We've got a bit of work to do," I explained.  "But she seems motivated
and ready to learn, so I'd like to do three sessions a week.  Is that too
much?"

   Sarah sighed and smiled, clearly relieved.  "Oh, thank you, Pete. 
You're a life-saver.  That sounds perfect.  I was worried you'd have
trouble with the commitment."

   "No, it's easy," I said.  "I only have fifteen contact hours at college.
I can come over Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school if you like."

   That settled, we drank a surprisingly good cup of coffee and talked of
things inconsequential - life on campus, where my family came from, what I
was planning to do after college.  It was friendly, but it also felt a bit
like a second interview.  She was just checking me out, I guess, and that
was pretty understandable.

   By the time I left, I had a pretty fierce case of young lust for her and
found myself wishing Wednesday would hurry up, goddammit, and get here
already.

* * * *

   After a few weeks of thrice-weekly tutorials, everything was going
great. Lucy was learning quickly and had progressed through almost two
months of the school syllabus, and Sarah made me coffee after each tutorial
while I stared longingly at her breasts - although she always wore a bra
now, so maybe I wasn't as discreet as I liked to think that sweet and
wonderful first time.

   Lucy's little brother was home every afternoon and was bored without his
sister to play with.  He made such a nuisance of himself that Sarah finally
relented and allowed us to study in Lucy's bedroom.  It was typical of any
pre-teen girl's private space - a single bed with ruffles everywhere, a
dozen cushions, hero and heart-throb posters on the walls and clothes
strewn all over the floor.

   I found myself discretely admiring the tiny cotton panties and little
round-cupped bras that more often than not would be hanging from the back
of the spare wooden chair that I used.  I marveled at how much she
resembled her mother and the incongruity of the fact she was so small and
child-like, and yet so obviously developing into the beautiful woman she'd
become.

   Lucy enjoyed the tutorials, and I'm not ashamed to say that I did too.
She was funny and vivacious and loved to laugh.  She was such a pleasure to
be with, I looked forward to every session.  She had such a refreshing
innocence as well.  Still growing into her body, she carried herself like a
child, often sitting with her legs apart, or stretching luxuriously with
her arms upraised, so that her T-shirt stretched tightly across her small
breasts, pulling up at the waist to show her belly button and the narrow
curves that were beginning to accentuate her girlish hips.

   As spring warmed toward summer, Lucy's Levis and T-shirts were replaced
by short-shorts and singlet tops, and on two occasions in particular, I was
pleasingly reminded of her relentless charge toward womanhood.

   We were sitting at her desk, and Lucy was struggling with a difficult
concept that I'd already tried to explain in a couple of different ways. 
In exasperation, she fell forward on her desk, arms folded with her head
resting on her hands.  Her blond hair fanned out to the side, and she
looked back at me with an expression of misery on her elfin face.  The arm
hole of her singlet was gaping and beneath her arm I could see straight
inside.  The two tiny, pale-blue cups of her training bra were doing their
best to cover her small breasts, but from my angle to the side and slightly
behind, the one on the opposite side had fallen forward and away from her
soft pale flesh, showing me the small pink button nipple sitting proud and
slightly pointed atop the freshly swelling curve of her young breast.  It
occurred to me that I could simply reach straight in along that line of
sight to stroke it and feel it harden beneath my fingertips.  I imagined
Lucy closing her eyes and shivering with unaccustomed pleasure, whispering
to me in her little chipmunk voice to ask why it felt so tingly.

   The following week, I was giving her an oral quiz.  Lucy was still
wearing her blue and white striped school dress and had moved from the desk
to the bed, where she sat with her back to the wall, facing me sitting in
the chair.  As I asked the questions, she drew her knees up to her chest
and, with her feet planted about shoulder-width apart on the covers of her
bed, I could see straight between her ankles to the white gusset of her
panties.

   After reading each question, I looked up and waited for her to answer,
and, if she was looking away, stole another glimpse at her panties.  As her
attention waned, she began to fidget, swinging her knees from side to side.
Unable to look away, I watched the small bulge of her young pussy swaying
back and forth.  The side to side swaying morphed into opening and closing.
As her concentration waned, she made a game of it with her hands on her
knees, swapping sides each time her knees touched, pretending her legs
passed straight through each other and out the other side.

   Every time her knees parted, I could see the whole front of her white
panties and up to the pale skin of her stomach.  A tiny crease formed in
the cotton stretched over her pussy as it opened and closed with her
movements.  Stopping her game to concentrate on a tricky question, Lucy
held her knees apart and I could see the sheer cotton of her panties dimple
a little over her tiny opening.

   Finishing up the quiz and our lesson, I realized that my cock was hard
as stone.  I skipped my coffee with Sarah and rushed home to masturbate,
slowly and luxuriously, imagining all kinds of depravities - my shaft
sliding into Lucy's tight, pink folds, kissing her tiny breasts while she
gasped in pleasure and surprise, and using my cock to explore the shallow
depths of her young pussy for the very first time.

* * * *

   I found myself enjoying the tutorials more and more, and Lucy in her
sweet innocence continued to afford me more glimpses of her burgeoning
womanhood.  Most days I would stay to enjoy a coffee with Sarah, after
which I'd go home to masturbate, fantasizing about molesting her
twelve-year-old daughter.  My orgasms increased in intensity and duration
as my fantasy grew more detailed.  I imagined sinking into her tiny
opening, force-feeding my thick cock into her, her ankles locked around my
butt and trying to draw me deeper, even though at only half way, I could
already feel her cervix pressing back at the tip of my cock.  And then as
my climax approached, I would imagine my cum gushing into her and spraying
back over my balls, because her pussy was stretched so tight over my cock.
I imagined her own orgasm mounting, eyes wide and fluttering with nervous
fear, gasping, "Oh, oh, oh," into my ear in her tiny, sweet voice, and then
her thighs clenching and shaking as her first orgasm ravaged her little
body.

   One holiday Monday, I walked up the neat path and rang the doorbell but
received no answer.  I rang a couple more times and then walked around the
side to investigate, hearing the sound of splashing and laughter from the
swimming pool out back.

   Sarah saw me from the other side of the gate and waved me back.  "I'll
come through and open the front door, Pete."

   I went back around the front and Sarah let me in, yelling for Lucy to
come inside.

   "I'll get her stuff ready," I said, and headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Alone in there for the first time, I picked up a pair of yellow panties. 
They were inexpensive, thin cotton briefs, and looking through them I could
see the shapes of the furniture in the room.  I felt a little tingle as I
realized that Lucy's pussy had probably been touching them earlier that
day, and I wondered whether, if the light was right, I'd be able to see the
small, pink shadow of her opening through the weave.  I held them up to my
face and kissed the inside where her pussy had touched, imagining it was
her soft, smooth labia touching my lips.  My tongue stole out for a tiny
taste of her pussy / panties.  I'd lost track of reality in my daydream,
but was disappointed to taste nothing.  Maybe her young woman's body hadn't
yet matured to the point of developing that sweet musky aroma.

   Hearing her hurry up the stairs, I made sure I hadn't left any saliva on
her panties and put them back on the floor where I'd found them.  As I
turned to fumble with the books, Lucy burst in, giggling with youthful
exuberance and soaking wet even though she was carrying a towel.

   "Pete!  Thank God you're here," she laughed.  "I so need a break from
all this boring swimming and playing to do some exciting math with my
favorite tutor!"

   She stood with feet apart and hands on her hips, which were rocked to
one side, her head cocked to the other.  She wore a purple and gold bikini
and for the first time I saw the full extent of her developing beauty.  Her
waist was so tiny I could have clasped both hands around and made the
fingers touch.  Her pelvis curved downward from her belly button and flowed
smoothly into the swell of her mons pubis, proud and sweetly outlined
beneath the wet fabric.  The bikini top had an underwire that lifted and
gave some shape to her developing breasts, even though she was still a long
way from having cleavage.  For the first time I noticed they were beginning
to swell at the sides - although that might have been the underwire at work
- and I wondered briefly whether they would be big enough yet to lift in
the cup of your hand, or would the soft flesh still cling to the thin frame
of her chest underneath.

   "So, what do you think?" she asked, wiggling her bottom.

   I thought I would like to tear it off her and lick the beading water
from her sweet, hairless pussy lips.  "What do I think of what?"

   "My bikini, silly!" She shook from the shoulders and I saw her breasts
wobble deliciously in response.  Maybe they really would be heavy enough to
cup.  I imagined standing behind her in the mirror, a hand beneath each one
and watching as the softness dimpled beneath the touch of my fingertips.

   "Mom got it for me new this week," she enthused.  "It's my first one
because this is the first year I've had the boobs to pull it off." With a
complete lack of self-consciousness, she cupped them herself and squeezed,
exactly as I had imagined a moment earlier, the only difference being that
she didn't tweak her nipples to tiny peaks.  They did however mold
enticingly around her splayed fingers and bulge out the tops of the cups.

   "Right, of course." I carefully admired her sweet, young body now that I
was given permission to do so.  "It's lovely.  Do you like it?"

   "I love it!" She giggled, shaking again with glee.

   "I'll get out while you get changed," I said, brushing past her near
nakedness toward the door.

   "Don't bother." She grabbed my arm in her small hand.  "I'm just going
to jump back in the pool when you're gone.  I'll dry off a bit and sit on
my towel."

   I couldn't argue with that logic, and so I braced myself to spend an
hour sitting with her wearing the sort of under-garments I'd spent the last
few months trying to glimpse beneath her clothes.  She toweled her dripping
hair, arms, tummy and breasts, and then bent over to dry her slim, shapely
legs.  I hoped her bikini top would gape and give me another look at her
little, pink nipples, but sadly it was too well made and didn't open at all
as she bent over.

   Making an amused face at me while I waited for her, she vigorously
rubbed her bikini bottom front and back to get it as dry as possible.  When
she dropped the towel and started to tie up her damp blond hair, I noticed
with a surge of adrenalin that the gusset of her bikini had pulled to the
side and now one edge was running up the middle of her virgin slit,
exposing the soft, hairless flesh of her labia to one side.

   I almost said something ... and then reconsidered, anticipating what
would certainly be the longest and most explosive session of masturbating
yet when I got home.  Incredibly, Lucy didn't notice a thing.  She just sat
down beside me in her bikini and started working patiently through the
problems I'd prepared for the session.  As she concentrated on the paper in
front of her, I kept looking down between her legs at that exposed half of
her vagina.  With my cock and balls throbbing painfully in my shorts, I
longed to reach between her legs and touch it, just to see if it was as
soft and pliant as it looked, maybe stroke along its length to savor its
smooth texture.  And maybe, just maybe, get Lucy's developing young body
excited enough for her to take off the bikini altogether, so I could
inspect progress on the tiny paradise that right now was still under
construction between her thighs.

   With my poor swollen balls aching between my legs, I was too
uncomfortable to remain seated, and briefly flirted with the idea of
excusing myself to unload what felt like about a gallon of cum in the
bathroom next door.  Steeling myself to endure the pain, I thought better
of it, wanting to save it until I got home.  Instead I lay down on Lucy's
bed, back propped up on her scatter cushions so I could gaze at the slim
curve of her hips from behind and give my poor balls a rest from sitting up
straight.

   "Finished!" she sang, a few minutes later, turning around and smiling at
me.  "Are we done now?  Can I go back out to the pool?"

   "We'll see," I said.  "Bring it over here.  You know your mom would slap
me silly if I didn't give you a full hour.  If they're all right, then
we'll do an oral for five minutes until your time is up."

   She bounced over to me with her answer sheet.  "Well they'd better be
all right," she said, trying to sound scary in her sweet, squeaky voice. 
"Otherwise I'll slap you silly!" She jumped on the bed, straddling my hips
and landing right on my swollen cock, pretending to slap me as I pushed
backward into the pillows in surprise, shock and pain.

   I looked down and saw the soft, creamy flesh of her labia pressed
against the outline of my cock, which bucked and strained beneath her.

   "Man, you're bony!" she said, wiggling her hips and rocking her pubis
painfully back and forth over my straining shaft.  I stared in paralyzed
horror as the exposed half of her pussy opened and embraced my thick tool
through my shorts.  I could see the tiny points of her nipples standing out
through her bikini top, and realized that in her innocent way, she'd
discovered she enjoyed the feeling, and was now deliberately pleasuring
herself on my cock.

   With her pussy clamped over my throbbing length, she stopped rocking
back and forth, and instead pumped her tiny hips, saying "bony, bony,
bone-boy." She was still playing her innocent game, but was enjoying the
way it made her feel at the same time.

   I felt my balls surging and realized with sick horror that I was about
to come in my pants.  My only chance was to get her off my cock straight
away and get her pussy covered up again so that I couldn't see it.  And I
should have done it in that order.  I should have just put my hands around
her waist and lifted her off me.  For reasons I still don't understand,
though, I tried to cover her up first.  I reached down and slipped a finger
into the gusset of her bikini, and slid it downward, trying to pull the
fabric out of her open slit.  But as soon as I touched her soft, smooth
pussy flesh, my cock cramped, and my balls swelled to take that deep breath
that they seem to do before jetting the first gout of cum.  "Oh, God, no!"
I croaked, trying to clutch at my cock, but my finger was still caught in
Lucy's bikini and I succeeded only in uncovering her entire pussy.

   Time seemed to stand still.  Lucy was on the back-thrust of one of her
dry humps and as her pussy tilted up toward me, I saw everything in its
sweet youthful glory.  With her lips pulled wide and forward, her tiny pink
clitoris, hard and engorged, was peeking out from its hiding place at the
top of her opening, which was also visible - a little pink heart-shaped
depression about the size of a button.

   I barely had time to think that my little finger wouldn't fit in there,
let alone my cock, and then my tortured balls finally released and pumped a
sac-load of cum into my shorts.  I endured the first two pumps spraying
thickly against my skin in a blissful haze, but then - since the worst had
finally happened - I began to think more clearly and plan my escape.  I
expected my convulsions to weaken with just the excess fluid seeping from
my poor spent cock, and couldn't believe when a third pump sprayed just as
thick and hot as the first, followed by a fourth and fifth.  In a moment of
panic, I thought I might come forever, but finally the intense contractions
began to fade.  I regained enough control to do what I should have done in
the beginning - I picked up Lucy's almost naked body by the waist and
lifted her off my aching but greatly relieved cock.

   Eyes wide, she stared at the spreading wet patch on my shorts with her
lips frozen in a small `o' of shock and wonder.  Finally, she noticed her
exposed vagina, and with one deft flick of her finger, she did what I
couldn't and tucked it back behind the sheath of her bikini.

   "I've gotta go," I blurted, and without waiting for an answer I ran
downstairs and out the front door before anyone could see the huge, wet
cum-stain on my shorts.

   For the rest of the afternoon and evening, I didn't budge from my
bedroom.  I was shaking and sweaty and every half hour to an hour, I would
get hard again and lie back, shutting my eyes to think about Lucy's tiny
pink opening while I masturbated.  I wondered how much it might stretch and
what I might be able to fit in there.  My finger?  Certainly.  My tongue?
Probably.  What about my cock?  It was impossible to imagine, but I managed
it anyway, and in my fantasies my cum didn't go in my shorts.  The ultimate
fantasy, of course, was to finish inside Lucy, filling her little pussy to
overflowing until creamy spunk poured from her spent, punished hole.

* * * *

   I almost didn't go back on Wednesday afternoon.  Three times I grabbed
the phone to call Sarah, to tell her any lie I could - I had another job, I
was leaving college, whatever.  But I couldn't do it.  Every time I came
close to calling, I thought about Lucy, how she'd pumped her little-girl
hips in an unconscious parody of fucking.  She didn't know what she was
doing, but she knew she liked it, just as I did.  If I bailed on her now,
then she might blame herself (or me) when all it had been was an
unfortunate accident.  Better that I go over there, act normal and
apologize to her like the grown-up she was becoming, and then assure her we
did nothing to be ashamed of.

   Well, that was the plan.  I did go back, and to my great relief, Sarah
met me at the door with her usual bright greeting and called out to Lucy.
Even better, Lucy came running out smiling and pleased to see me, and then
led me upstairs to her bedroom like nothing had happened.

   We worked through some new material on geometry and I found my old
rhythm in the normality of the lesson.  By the time it was almost over, I
realized I hadn't thought about her pussy or her perky breasts for the
whole time.  Incredibly, my cock, still aching a bit after its punishment
from two days earlier, was still blessedly soft and neutral about the ripe
and hot little middle-schooler sitting next to me.

   "Pete?" she asked softly as I checked my watch.  Ten minutes to go.

   "Yep?" I looked down at her sitting beside me, her blue eyes wide and
frightened.  I realized with heartbreak, the enormous courage it took for
her to begin what she was about to say, and I was embarrassed to admit to
myself that I hadn't even practiced what I needed to say to her.  Part of
me probably hoped it would just go away.

   "I'm sorry about last time," she said.  "I was sort of mucking about and
forgot my bikini bottoms were still wet."

   I very nearly accepted her apology and pretended that was exactly what
had happened.  But although she didn't understand now, she would later, and
that would make it worse for her than if I came clean now.  I decided not
to make a big deal of it.  Treat it as something normal and natural.  Shit
happens, don't sweat it.  "Lucy, you don't need to apologize.  You were
almost dry, anyway.  I just wasn't ready for you, and ... the thing is, I
accidently came in my pants."

   "Oh, right," she said, then paused and curled an eyebrow.  "Uh, I don't
get it.  Did you pee yourself?  Why didn't you go to the toilet if you
needed to?"

   "No, Sweetie," I laughed.  "I didn't pee, I came.  Do you know what that
is?"

   She shook her head, blond eyebrows drawn together with concern but still
curious.

   "Oh, wow.  Where to start?" I sighed.  "Okay, do you know where babies
come from?"

   "Mom's tummy." She smiled, happy she knew the answer to that one.

   "Yeah, but do you know how they get in there?"

   That one stumped her for a moment, but then she answered.  "Jenny Truro
at school reckons it's when a guy pees on your ... you know ... down
there."

   "Your vagina," I said.  "Or pussy, if you think vagina sounds too
grown-up."

   "Yeah, on your pussy," she agreed.  "But I don't think that's right,
`cos Mom's always complaining about people peeing in the pool, but she's
never worried about having another baby."

   I smiled.  "Smart girl.  Jenny Truro is kind of close, though.  It's not
on your pussy, but inside it.  And it's not pee, but it's cum."

   Lucy's eyes and mouth opened in shocked surprise.  "Yes," she said with
sudden realization.  "That's why they say boys want to put their thing in
you!  It's to make a baby."

   "Well, not always." I smiled and rolled my eyes.  "Mostly people just do
it because it feels nice.  They don't always have a baby."

   A shadow of concern crossed her face.  "I'm not going to have a baby, am
I?  Because of your cum?"

   "Don't worry," I said seriously, trying not to laugh.  "I just came in
my pants, I didn't have my ..."

   "Your thing?"

   "Yeah, my thing, my cock.  I didn't have it inside you." Relief washed
over her features.  "Besides, you can't have a baby yet.  Have you ever had
a period?"

   No surprise at that one, she knew what it meant and shook her head. 
"Mom says maybe not too long now ... you know ... because of these." She
looked down and cupped her small breasts, giving them a little squeeze with
her thumb and forefinger.

   I'd been coping fairly well up to that point, but watching Lucy caress
herself, I felt my cock swell in my shorts.  "Understand?"

   "M-o-o-stly."

   There was obviously a question in her voice, and I gave her a few
moments to think about how she should ask it.

   "I still don't get why?"

   "Why what?" I thought the `why' of babies was self-evident.

   "Why did you come?" she said hesitantly.  "Even though your ... your
cock wasn't in my pussy?"

   "Ah, the hair trigger.  Story of my life." I realized that wasn't an
explanation that would make sense to her.  "You don't always have to put it
in to come.  Sometimes it just happens when you play with it enough. 
That's what happened when you sat on me."

   "So, it was kind of my fault," she said sadly.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't
mean to."

   "I know you didn't, honey." I said.  "It's nothing to be sorry for.  It
felt nice.  That's why I came."

   She seemed happy with that, but she was still thinking hard.  "Can we do
it again?"

   "Oh, no." I shook my head.  "I don't think that would be a--"

   "I won't tell anyone!" she pleaded.  "Please!  I just want to see where
cum comes from." I was doing okay resisting her and then she giggled,
smiling.  "Cum comes from, get it?"

   And looking at her sparkling eyes and shining smile, my resolve melted
away.  "Oh, crap," I said under my breath.  "I'm going to regret this."

   We both got up and faced each other.  The top of her blond head came up
to the bottom of my ribs.  She was standing close and looking at my shorts
and then craning back to look up at my face.  With a deep breath, I
unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor, boxers and all.

   "Oh, holy heck," she breathed.  "It's huge!"

   It was swollen and heavy and standing out a bit but still drooping
downward.  She watched entranced as it thickened and swelled, raising up
almost to its full seven inches.  My heart was beating fast just watching
her watch my cock.  I gave it a flex and it swelled and hardened and bobbed
up toward her face.  She took a surprised step back and looked up at me.

   "Tell me when you're about to come," she said, staring back down with
rapt attention.

   "I'm not going to come," I told her.  "That only happens when a girl is
touching it."

   She licked her lips and looked up at me nervously.  "Would it work if I
touched it?" she asked seriously.

   Giving up completely, I nodded.  Licking her lips again and with a look
of great concentration on her face, she put out her right hand like a
handshake and nervously took my cock around the middle, her fingertips not
quite touching around the girth.  The soft touch of her cool fingers felt
like a tiny slice of heaven, and it bucked in her grasp, making her yelp.

   She looked up with a big grin, "Did you do that to scare me, smarty
pants?"

   "I can't always control it," I said.  "I didn't mean to do that one.  It
just feels nice when girls touch it." I gave it another flex and it bucked
hard in her hand, making her yelp again in surprise, and giggle from the
embarrassment.  I smiled.  "That one was deliberate."

   "Is this all I have to do?" she asked.

   "Well, sometimes you can make it come with your hand," I said.  "But
it's easier if you show me your pussy again." She looked nervous at that,
so I added, "Or just your boobs if you want?"

   She looked at me quizzically, probably wondering why I'd be interested
in her little breasts, but she didn't hesitate.  She let go for a second
and unbuttoned her school dress down the front, pulled it off her shoulders
and let it fall to the floor.  She slipped the shoulder straps of her
little bra down her arms and shimmied it past her hips to the floor as
well. And there she stood, a picture of pre-teen perfection, naked but for
a pair of pale blue panties with a satin bow on the front.

   She took my cock in hand again.  "Now what?"

   Seeing both her breasts for the first time, my breath caught in my
throat.  God, they were perfect.  Small round swells at the bottom and - I
was right - filling out with a little bulge at the sides as well.  They sat
apart with her perky little button nipples pointing slightly up and out to
the sides.  They were right at the level of my cock and I longed to push
them together (they were nearly big enough to manage it) and glide my
manhood through their soft perfection.

   Instead, I moved my hands down and in front of them, pausing and waiting
for her permission.  "Luce," I said.  "Can I touch them?"

   She looked up with big, nervous eyes and, biting her bottom lip, she
nodded for me to keep going.  Just using my fingertips, I grazed the soft
curves at the bottom, feeling them give at my touch, pliant but firm.  I
don't think I've felt anything so smooth and delicate, except maybe that
fleeting touch of her pussy.  Heart in my mouth, I lifted with my
fingertips, half expecting them to simply slide over her silky smooth skin,
but to my delight they lifted to my touch.  Bouncing them gently, I
measured their petite weight, her nipples bobbing and pointing upward at my
eyes.

   My cock swelled and bucked in her hand.

   "Now?" she asked.

   "Not yet," I said.  "But soon.  You need to stroke it." Reluctantly
taking one hand from her lovely, young breasts, I closed it gently over her
fist and increased the pressure, showing her how tight to hold.  Then very
slowly I pulled it toward her, the soft skin of my cock sliding over the
hard shaft underneath, like silk over steel, bunching over the end of my
knob.  Then just as slowly I glided her back down.

   Repositioning her grip further down near the base, I took her other hand
and got her to gently cup my balls, and to massage them softly between her
fingertips and palm.  Looking down at her with my thick tackle in her tiny
hands, I pumped involuntarily again.  My balls swelled in her hand and my
knob strained and doubled in size under her tighter grip at the base.  She
looked up at me, her face filled with wonder and delight.  "Unreal," she
whispered.

   Don't I know it.

   I repeated the motion from before, stroking slowly forward and then all
the way back, getting her to give my cock a tighter squeeze at the end.

   "Is that it," she whispered, entranced at the liquid movement of skin
over the thick meat underneath.

   "That's it," I said, returning to her breasts, stroking them and
squeezing them, lightly pinching the nipples until they were hard points.

   Without any further instruction she fucked my thick cock in her tiny
hand, slowly up and down, pausing and squeezing to get it to throb in her
grip.

   I felt that familiar pressure building in my balls.  I was a few seconds
away from coming and I took a chance, stepping closer and touching the
inside of one breast to the tip of my cock.  A bead of pre-cum on the tip
made it slick and frictionless against her smooth flesh.  She didn't stop
me or move away, so I pushed across the other one, resting my cockhead
between them on her thin chest.  She kept fucking it back and forth with
her hand, and I cruised my cock through the valley I'd made between her
tits, now slick and wet with pre-cum.

   My balls began to take that deep breath.  I whispered, "Now, Lucy.  It's
happening now." I thrust from the hips and ploughed my thick shaft through
the tight, slick canyon, and with a groan I jetted a thick rope of cream
straight up the middle, oozing out the gap at the top.  Amazed that I could
replenish supplies so soon, I sprayed the next two bursts over the hard
point of her right nipple and then, withholding what I knew would be the
last strong contraction, I carefully cupped the left one, guiding it with
my finger and thumb gently squeezing the nipple, and then unloaded the last
of my seed onto its surface.

   "Oh.  My.  God!" she gasped, looking up at me, almost naked in her
little panties, cum coating the tiny swells of her young breasts.  "That
was incredible.  Thank you."

   "No, thank you," I breathed.  "That was ... amazing."

   "Really?" she asked, looking down at her thin chest.  "They're not very
big."

   "Really!" I assured her.  "They're just the right size."

   Kneeling in front of her, I cleaned her off with Kleenex, wiping the
runners of spunk dripping down her tummy, then up to her breasts,
underneath and around the delectable pads, before finally pinching dry her
stiff, pink nipples.  I wiped off my cock as well, stuffed the Kleenex in
my pocket, and got dressed, reluctantly watching Lucy get back into her
little bra and school dress.

   I instructed her to go to the bathroom and wipe down again with a damp
cloth, otherwise she might be able to smell it.

   She wrinkled her nose.  "I can already smell it."

   I laughed.  "It's not that bad.  Lots of girls like it in their mouth.
They say it tastes nice."

   "Really?" She looked at me suspiciously.

   I nodded.  "Go clean yourself up."

   She did.  I went to the toilet and flushed the tissues.  I was feeling
clear and mellow for once.  Depending on what Lucy was wearing, I sometimes
finished a tutorial with my cock and balls aching for release, so it was
often a chore to sit with Sarah and watch her pert little breasts and
tight, round ass while she fussed in the kitchen with our coffee.

   This was different.  Fifty minutes of study and ten minutes of pre-teen
hand-job was a perfect mix.  I stayed and talked to Sarah for nearly an
hour and left happy without an uncomfortable bulge in my shorts.

* * * *

   Lucy was her usual self at our next lesson on Friday, sweet and
charming, so much so that I thought she'd satisfied her curiosity about men
and sex, and moved on to things more interesting to her young mind.  I saw
her checking the clock a few times and then with ten minutes to go she
turned to me with a little smile and upturned eyes that she probably used
on her parents to get what she wanted.

   "Pete?" she asked sweetly.

   My heart started beating faster.  "Luce?"

   "Do you mind ... would you ...?" she began, averting her eyes with
shyness.  I gave her time to put it together in her mind.  "Can you please
come on me again?"

   I was surprised at how she put it.  When I saw her clock-watching, and
then her shyness as she began to ask, I kind of expected (and hoped) that
she'd ask, but I thought she'd say, `I want to see you come again,' or
maybe the one I'd imagined last night in my bed `Can I touch your cock
again?' But she asked me to cum on her!  Now I was curious.

   "Why?" I asked.  "Did you like it?"

   She bit her lower lip and nodded.

   "What did you like about it?"

   "Um ..." She blushed and looked down.  "Are you trying to embarrass me,
Pete?"

   "No, honey," I said earnestly.  "But if I know what you like, then I can
make sure and do those things."

   That seemed to make sense to her.  Still looking down at her lap, "Well,
I liked how it felt in my hand," she began slowly.  "And the way you made
it jump."

   I laughed.  "That was mostly you making it jump."

   She looked back up at my face with delight in her blue eyes.  "Really?"

   I nodded.

   "Well I also liked what you did to my boobs," she said, eyes glazing
with the recollection.  "The way you touched me ..." Something occurred to
her and she quickly added, "It was a good touch.  It felt ... kind of ..."
- she searched for the word - "tingly."

   My cock was hardening again as she described her first sexual yearnings.
"So, what did you like about me coming on you?"

   "It was hot," she said.  "Almost burning.  It felt tingly, too ... but
different."

   "Different?"

   "Mmmm.  It was all up here" - she cupped her small breasts - "but it
made me feel tingly ... down here." She opened her thighs and touched her
pussy with a little shiver.  She seemed like she wanted to say something
else, so I gave her a few moments.  "That's where I want you to come this
time."

   Oh, Christ!  That was where I wanted to come, too, but unfortunately, we
were on different wavelengths.  I understood that she just wanted me to
jizz on her mound, and I was more than happy to oblige, if only to get
another look at her sweet, virgin slit, but my straining cock longed to be
inside her and fill her with hot seed.

   "Okay," I said matter-o-factly, even though my heart was racing.  "I'll
need all of your clothes off."

   "Yippee!" She jumped out of her seat, and within a couple of seconds
she'd stripped off her school dress and bra.  As she watched me undress, I
saw that her little nipples had already peaked with excitement.  I stripped
off my t-shirt and standing naked in front of her.  She looked nervously at
my cock, veins bulging and twitching with the anticipation of her soft
girl-flesh.

   "Do you want to take those off?" I asked, touching the satin bow on the
front of her white panties.  And then, perversely, I added, "Or do you want
me to?"

   She bit her lip and looked at me pleadingly.

   Jesus Christ, she wants me to undress her.  "Here.  Stand up on this," I
said, pulling out the wooden chair that I'd been sitting on.  She climbed
on and stood up, holding onto my shoulders for balance.  We were now almost
the same height and I got a good close-up look at her small round breasts.
"Are they tingling?"

   She shook her head.  "Not yet," she whispered.  "I think they only
tingle when you touch them."

   Leaning down, I kissed her breasts, licking around the rounded base and
lifting them with the tip of my tongue, relishing the smooth springy
texture beneath my touch.  Taking a nipple into my mouth, I sucked it,
teasing it to hardness.  I gently nibbled the tip and sent a shiver through
her tiny frame.  As I repeated the process on the other side, she shivered
again, and I saw her hand steal to the front of her panties and rub her
pussy.

   "Tingly?"

   She licked her lips and smiled, nodding so that her blond ponytail
flipped up and down.

   I pinched the flimsy material at her hips and pulled them down an inch,
showing the milky bulge of her mons pubis, but not yet far enough to see
the beginning of her slit.

   As I paused, she leaned forward breathlessly and gave me a quick, dry
kiss on the lips to encourage me.  "It's okay," she said.  "It's a good
touch."

   I slid her panties all the way over her hips to uncover the most perfect
little pussy in all of creation.  The smooth, creamy flesh looked as soft
as a pillow, curving delicately down from her mound before dipping to form
a crease in the middle.  I was desperate to get her legs apart for a closer
look.  "Let's get on the bed," I said, and picked her up with a surprised
squeak.  I lay back on her bed with my back propped on her pillows, and set
her bottom down on my thighs, her knees forward and feet planted by my
hips. She relaxed her thighs and allowed her legs to spread, stretching her
little pussy so that the seam opened.

   She looked at me for permission to start.  Barely had I begun to nod,
and she took my thick cock in her tiny hand and began stroking it just as
I'd shown her.  Squeezing and tweaking her nipples again, I used all of my
willpower to hold back the orgasm, relishing the sweet anticipation of
coming all over her puffy pussy lips.

   "It's not doing anything," she said in that sweet, squeaky little-girl
voice.  "Am I doing it right?"

   "It doesn't always work, honey," I said.  "It's probably not your
fault."

   A look of abject disappointment fell over her face.

   "Maybe it'd help if you put it in your pussy."

   She looked nervously at my giant cock and her tiny slit.

   "Not the whole way," I explained.  "Just put the tip in here." I touched
my index finger to her pussy crease and teased apart the soft lips.

   She shuffled forward on my thighs, still gripping my cock in her right
hand as I bore down, trying desperately not to come.  As she moved closer,
I took her ankles and spread them wide, and sat up straight to bring my
cock down at an angle to meet her virgin sex.  She was completely open and
mine for the taking.  Guiding her hand, I had her touch the tip to her
entrance, instantly lubricating it with seeping pre-cum.

   We both shivered with excitement as it glided down the length of her
slit.  Instinctively, it seemed, she held me steady at the bottom of the
stroke, right over her entrance, as if daring me to push inside.  Oh, the
temptation!

   The orgasm built in my balls, and with my knob lodged securely between
her tight lips, she began to stroke me again.  The image of this tiny,
blond goddess, spread wide and fucking the tip of my cock into her pussy
was blowing my mind.  I couldn't see how it could possibly get any better,
but then, staggeringly, it did!

   Folding her knees beneath her, she began rocking her hips, pumping them
slowly and luxuriously to slide my knob through her slit, now slick and
coated with pre-cum.  She blew out a little gasp of pleasure every time she
bore down on her tiny clit, and then sucked in a breath on the up stroke,
pulling at my straining member as she got it over her entrance, using it to
stretch her virginal hole.

   I would dearly love to have seen how far she might go, but her gasping
breath and bucking hips sent me over the edge.  "Lucy," I gasped.  "I'm
going to come."

   I thought she'd take it out and have me spray her lips and mound, but
she held tight, pushing my bulging knob into her entrance, which was
beginning to ease open.  When I came, I felt the force of the spurt open
her up, penetrating her virgin hole.  The spunk-trail down her little
love-tunnel lubed her up and allowed my thick knob to press deeper still,
but the remaining spurts mostly hosed through her slit, coating it top to
bottom in hot, creamy spunk.

   With my contractions subsiding, I was about to sit up and start cleaning
her soaking pussy when she let go of me, and with her eyes closed, moaning,
she smeared thick cum around her pussy, mauling and spreading her lips,
diddling her nubbin clit.  Finally, improbably, she slipped the cum-smeared
first joint of her finger inside.  Panting, she squeezed her thighs
together, finger still in her virgin hole, and shivered from top to bottom
in pleasure.

   I watched spellbound as she slowly relaxed her thighs, licking her lips
as she unselfconsciously rubbed herself, spreading my cream around her
soft, smooth labia.  Is it possible a twelve-year-old could come?  I
wouldn't have thought so but now I was beginning to wonder.  They're not
all screamers.  If I was fucking a girl and she shivered and clenched like
that, I would have chalked up a point to my credit.

   "Mmmm." She opened her eyes and smiled at me, still smearing cum around
her pussy.  "That was super unreal!"

   God, she even sounded like she was having a post-orgasm mellow vibe.  I
almost expected her to light up a cigarette.  "Was it the same as last
time?"

   "Nuh-uh," she shook her head, smiling still.  "Tinglier!"

   "Just tinglier?  It looked like something else happened at the end."

   She nodded.  "It was weird.  Weird-good." She sat up, straddling me,
eyes wide and cum seeping from her young cunt.  "I felt it go all the way
in."

   "Uh-huh." My heart was quickening again.  I didn't realize how invested
I'd become in making a middle-schooler come.

   "And then I got a funny feeling," she went on, "in here." She rubbed the
base of her stomach around the pubic bone.  "It was like wanting to pee,
but tingly too.  I think my pussy wanted to pee out your cum.  But I didn't
want to, so I held my legs together to keep it in." She wrinkled her nose.
"But then the tingly feeling went away, so I guess I must have peed it
out." She looked down between her legs and indeed a big wad of cum was
seeping out her entrance.

   I used my fingers to clean her up, scooping cum from her slit and wiping
it on my own leg.  "If you get that feeling again, honey," I told her,
"don't try to stop it.  Just keep doing what it was to give you that
feeling."

   "Why?" She looked confused.  "What if I pee for real?"

   "You won't," I said.  "It's your body having an orgasm.  That's what
happens to me when I come."

   "Will I spurt out cum too?"

   I smiled.  "Not like me.  And probably not at all.  Some girls can, but
most just get the orgasm feeling without the cum." I started cleaning her
up with tissues, wiping carefully around her lips, holding open the seam to
clean down the middle.

   Lucy thought that over, watching my fingers tend her little cum-soaked
box.  "What does it feel like?"

   "It feels tingly," I said.  "Times a million."

   "That sounds nice."

* * * *

   Seeing how she'd used jizz as a lubricant to rub herself, I played a
hunch and brought a tube of sex lube to our Monday session.

   Lucy was working slowly through an algebra problem I'd set her, bent
over her work with the tip of her tongue poking out the corner of her
mouth. It was almost ten minutes to the end of the hour and I figured,
since she'd had the courage to ask me to cum over her pussy, it was only
fair that I took the initiative this time.

   Doing what I'd dreamed of a few weeks earlier, I reached through the
deep arm-hole of her singlet top and delved within the little round cup of
her bra.  Her breast underneath was small and soft and wonderfully pliant.
I found her little button nipple and pinched it gently.

   "Pete?" she said, smiling but keeping at her work.  "Are you trying to
distract me?"

   "Hurry up and finish that," I said.  "I have a surprise for you." With
that, I got undressed and lay down on the bed, propped up on the cushions
again so that I could watch her and stroke my cock.

   She finished about thirty seconds later and saw me already naked, hard
and ready for her.  "What's my surprise?" she asked gleefully, stripping
with youthful exuberance until she was as naked as me.

   "Hop up here," I said, patting my thighs.

   She straddled my legs and grabbed my cock, shuffling up until the base
split her virgin slit.

   I got the sex lube and ran a toothpaste-like trail from the tip, all the
way down to the base, snugged between her puffy cunt lips.  "Do you
remember what you were doing the other day in your bikini?"

   She nodded, her eyes shining with the memory.

   "I want you to do that again," I told her.  "But this time it's going to
be like a Slip-n-Slide."

   "A Slip-n-Slide?  In here, right?" She touched a finger between her
sweet pussy lips.

   "Exactly.  Do you want to hop on?"

   Her tiny frame shivered with anticipation.  She laid my cock flat and
shuffled forward until her slit was lined up over the top.  Tentatively,
she lowered, touched it, and hopped back up.  "Ewww.  It's cold."

   "Sorry," I said.  "I should have thought of that."

   I put a hand between us and smeared the lube over my shaft so that it
wasn't one big cold blob.  As I did, the backs of my fingers brushed her
pussy, so figuring more lube is better than not enough, I turned my slick
fingers up the other way and coated her cunt as well.  I worked in gentle
circles from the top down, and when I got to her entrance, her lips
magically parted, giving me access to her clitoris and the hot, soft
doorway of her opening.  Avoiding her love button, I coated the inside with
lube and then went to work on her opening with the narrow tip of my ring
finger, circling and adding pressure, feeling it give beneath my touch and
then pulling back.

   Lucy watched with eyes wide and lips parted, breathing heavily through
her mouth.  Every time I returned to her little hole, it opened a bit
easier.  Stopping my finger over that tiny gateway to heaven, I pressed
more insistently and stopped as it opened beneath my touch, but this time I
didn't pull back.  I looked up at Lucy and our eyes met.

   "What are you doing?" she whispered.

   "Do you want me to put it inside you?"

   She looked back down at her glistening, virgin cunt, swallowing hard. 
"Uh-huh."

   Reapplying pressure, I slipped the tip of my ring finger inside.  It was
warm and soft and unimaginably tight.  I thought she might cut off the
circulation, but fuck, they could amputate it for all I cared.  It was so
worth it.

   Straddling my shaft, Lucy was panting now, licking her lips and
gratefully stroking the hand I was using to pleasure her.

   I slid deeper until I had about an inch inside, just up to the first
knuckle.  That's enough, I had to tell myself.  She was still a virgin and
this experience was about teaching her to come, not deflowering her.

   Playing with her tits, fucking her with that first joint, within a
minute or two, I had her moaning and shaking with pleasure, it was time to
move on to her clitoris and hopefully her first climax.  With genuine
reluctance, I withdrew and closed my hands around the slim curves of her
hips, lowering her sweet little slit onto my shaft.  The lube did its work,
and as she rested her full weight on me, her soft lips opened and slipped
over the sides of my cock, like sliding a hotdog into a bun.

   "Slip `n Slide," I whispered to her.

   "Slip `n Slide," she agreed, gliding down my length until my knob
pressed against her opening.  Part of me hoped she might open up and engulf
my cock as she slid back, but another part knew the pain would be crippling
as I broke her open, bringing a premature end to this wonderful
hot-dogging.

   As I rubbed and stroked her nipples, she investigated the different
angles and pressures that would best titillate her.  With her head thrown
back and her breasts thrust out, she closed a hand around my knob and
lifted it to her tiny love button, gasping and moaning, holding my dick
like a bull-rider and pumping her pussy against my shaft.

   The eroticism of the image, this gorgeous middle-schooler, her child's
body so young and soft in its burgeoning beauty, almost at the point of
orgasm on my cock - it was too much for me.  Without any warning, my balls
swelled and lifted, and I sent a great jet of cum arcing through the air to
spray all over my chest.  It was all so sudden - three quick pumps and I
was spent.

   Lucy kept hot-dogging my cock, but I was softening and losing the
pressure against her clitoris.  Eventually, she realized that the moment
was lost, and stopped.  Disappointment apparent on her face, she lay on me
and rested her head on my chest, narrowly avoiding a pool of cum.

   "I did what you said," she whispered miserably.  "I could feel the
tingly peeing feeling, and I kept doing it anyway."

   "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart," I said, rubbing her back in what I hoped
was a soothing fashion.  "You did the right thing, really.  It's just that
your pussy feels so nice and I came too quickly."

   She noticed the pool of cum on my chest, still warm on my skin, and
sucked it up between her pursed lips.

   "I thought you didn't like the smell." I said with genuine surprise.

   "That was before you came inside me," she said.  "And it felt so hot and
tingly, I wanted to see what it tasted like."

   "And?"

   "It's okay." She giggled, wriggling against me with pleasure, her slick
pussy slithering around on my cock.

   My heart beat faster again.  "If you want, next time I could come in
your mouth."

   "How will you get it from my pussy to my mouth fast enough?"

   "Well," I began, feeling my way around the explanation.  "What if I
don't put it in your pussy in the first place?  You could just put it in
your mouth and suck it until I come."

   "Hmmmm." She seemed to be considering the idea.

   "You don't want to?"

   "I do," she said.  "But I don't think it'll feel as good.  For me, I
mean."

   Good point!  This was why blow jobs were so hard to come by.  "If you
like, I could lick your pussy first."

   "Is that like getting licked by a dog?" She didn't sound sold on the
idea.

   I laughed.  "No!  Nothing like that.  Do you know what French kissing
is?"

   She sat up, interested again and looked at me, shaking her head, blond
ponytail flipping from side to side.

   "It's like regular kissing except you open your mouth and play
tonguesies."

   "Tonguesies?" She giggled, trying to see whether I was fooling her.

   "Pussy licking is like French kissing, except I use my tongue down
here." I reached from behind through her legs and found her pussy."

   "That's not the tingly bit, though."

   I reached further, and she propped her bottom to give me access. 
Separating her lips, I found her opening, still soft and open from finger
fucking, and then moved up until I found her clitoris, rubbing around the
edges and grazing gently over the surface, making her yelp and jump with
surprise.  "Is that the tingly bit?  Your clitoris?"

   Now she looked really interested.  "Are you going to lick me..." - she
looked away, suddenly shy - "down the middle?"

   "Not just there," I explained.  "I can also go inside you, like I did
with my finger."

   "No way!"

   "Come here," I said, drawing her by the chin.  "I'm going to show you
how to French kiss."

   "Tilt your head," I said, guiding with my hands.  "And open your mouth a
bit." She did, but looked a bit like a mannequin in a store display. 
"Close your eyes." Better.  I leaned forward and put my mouth against her
lips, closing over the top one, pulling and releasing, and then repeated
with the bottom one.  She began kissing me back, inexpertly copying my
movements.  I gently probed between her lips with my tongue, touching her
so she'd know I was there, seeking out her own.  She squeaked in surprise
as I found it but didn't pull away.  Instead, she probed gently back, and I
drew her into my mouth.  Using my lips, I sucked her tongue and made my own
into a hard point, probing firmly down the length and then into her mouth,
swirling it around and treating it like I planned to treat her virgin
pussy.

   "Convinced?" I asked, breaking away.

   She looked down at her little button nipples.  They were rock hard
again. She pinched the points between her fingers, rubbing and stroking
them until they smoothed out again.  "Will we do it next time?"

   "You bet," I said.  "I can't wait."

* * * *

   I came another three times at home thinking about her tiny elfin face,
her mouth stretched around my cock while I hosed her full of cum.  In the
daydream, Lucy would be swallowing furiously and drinking my hot seed, but
still it overflowed and spilled down her chin.  It was only that image that
allowed me to stay strong on Tuesday, when I didn't masturbate at all,
wanting to build up my reserves to spurt down her throat.

   The enforced abstinence gave me some additional clarity of mind, and I
belatedly realized I'd promised something that I couldn't deliver.  At
six-foot-two and almost two feet taller than Lucy, there was no way in the
world we were going to be able to sixty-nine.  With my tongue in her pussy,
I'd need a twelve-inch porn-star cock just to reach her mouth, let alone
get enough inside for her to suck.

   Fuck it!  First world problems.  We'd have to take turns.  I could still
play with her while she blew me, and I was completely okay with the idea of
working a finger into her slippery little hole again.

   Lucy seemed distracted at our Wednesday session and had as much
difficulty as me concentrating on the math, but I sensed for her, it was
more than just horniness.  We still had almost thirty minutes to go, but
were getting nowhere.  "Luce, is something the matter?"

   She looked up at me, her face grave.  "Hang on," she said.  "I need to
show you something."

   She ran out of the room and was back in a few seconds holding a slim,
purple vibrator.  To say I was surprised was an understatement.

   "I found it in Mom's drawer," she said.  "It's for putting in your
pussy, isn't it?"

   Oh God, now I had sexy Sarah in my head, naked on her bed and tooling
herself to a screaming orgasm with this little purple monster.  I briefly
considered offering her to trade it in and put me on speed dial instead. 
"Yep," I said.  "That's what it's for." I didn't want to get too deeply
into a conversation about how Sarah might be getting less cock than her
twelve-year-old daughter.

   "I tried to put it in my pussy," she said, misery on her little face. 
"But it hurt." She paused for a moment, wondering perhaps whether to go on.
"And it still hurts." Tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes.

   It was slim for a sex toy - about as thick as my thumb - but still way
too big for her virgin cunt.

   "Did you bleed?"

   She shook her head.

   "Honey, you're a virgin," I said.  "You can't put something like this in
your pussy."

   "But Mom does!  Otherwise why would she keep it?"

   "Your mom's not a virgin anymore, Luce," I explained.  "She can fit much
bigger things in her pussy."

   "Like your cock?"

   Oh God!  I wish!  "Sure," I agreed, not wanting to take that line of
questioning much further.

   "How long do I have to stay a virgin?"

   "If you'd kept going and put this all the way in, then you wouldn't be."


   She looked excited.

   "But," I warned.  "It can hurt."

   "How bad?"

   "As much as it did when you tried last time," I said.  "Maybe more.  But
it will only hurt once and never again."

   "How does it fix being a virgin?"

   I didn't want to get too anatomical about it.  "You know the lids on
peanut butter jars?"

   She nodded.

   "Are they easy or hard to open the first time?"

   "Hard," she said immediately.  "But then they're easy because you've
broken the plastic thing."

   I waited and let her put two and two together.

   "Is there something like the plastic thing in my pussy?"

   "Something like that," I agreed.  "It's called your hymen.  You gave it
a stretch with your mom's toy, but you didn't break it, otherwise you would
have bled.  If it still hurts though, then you probably came really close."

   "Can you do it without hurting?" she asked.  "Like, get a needle?"

   Good question.  "Well, most girls do it when they're really tingly and
excited, so even if it hurts, it still feels pretty nice."

   The tears were gone, now.  She knew why she'd hurt herself and was
trying to work out whether she was brave enough to do anything about it. 
"Pete?"

   "What, Luce?"

   "Will you do it for me?" She held out the vibrator.  "You can use this."

   Oh, please, please, Lord, make it so!  "If you're sure, Luce," I said
seriously.  "I could do that for you."

   "Great!  You're the best, Pete!" She threw her skinny arms around my
neck and gave me a big kiss on the lips.  "And then," she went on, eyes
wide with excitement, "I can suck your cock."

   "You bet, Luce." My cock strained in my pants, almost as though it had
heard Lucy talking about it.  "That's sounds really nice."

   "Cool!" she sang, jumping up.  "Let's do it now."

   "Hang on a minute, honey," I said, thinking about her idea of an
anesthetic.  "Do you have a first aid kit?  You know, band-aids and iodine
and stuff."

   "Yep.  In the bathroom cabinet.  Why?"

   "I'm looking for something," I said.  "I'll tell you if I find it"

   I went to the bathroom and found exactly what I was after - a topical
anesthetic gel for mouth ulcers.  If I could get it on her hymen then she
might not feel when I popped her cherry.  I showed it to her.  "This might
stop your pussy from hurting."

   I stopped her as she began to undress.  "Lucy," I said.  "Can I undress
you?"

   She gave me a look that suggested it was a strange request, but then
shrugged and said it was okay.

   Over the next thirty minutes, I was going to get my tongue in her smooth
twelve-year-old pussy, pop her cherry and then get a blow job and come down
her throat.  Nothing like this would ever happen to me again, so I needed
to make it sweet and slow, and collect a lifetime of jack-off memories
along the way.

   I stood her in front of the full-length mirror in her blue and white
striped school dress, which I find indescribably sexy on her tiny frame.  I
kneeled behind; I was still a bit taller than her, but I could reach
everywhere I wanted on her lithe little body, and everywhere was exactly
where I wanted to touch.

   The sexiest thing about little girls in school dresses, is the
possibility - and I admit it's a remote one - that maybe they're not
wearing anything underneath.  I imagined myself as a school teacher with
all the girls in the front row not wearing panties, completely oblivious to
the fact that I could see their hairless little cunts.  Making that fantasy
a reality, I slowly slid my palms up the front of her legs and under her
dress without lifting it; I didn't want to see under there ... yet.  I
touched the front of her panties, feeling the way the soft cotton molded
over her young pussy.  I stroked down over her pussy lips and slid a finger
under the gusset to touch her lips, running my finger the short journey
over her virginal crease.

   Withdrawing before I went too far, I pinched the cotton from her hips
and slid them down her slim legs, allowing her to step out wearing her
little white socks.  Step 1: Sexy little schoolgirl, sans panties.  Check!

   For my schoolgirl fantasy, I really wanted her out of the bra as well,
but removing the dress would spoil the moment.  Working through the back of
her dress, I unclasped it and then reached up through the sleeves to tease
out the shoulder straps, pulling them out over her hands and then
extracting the whole thing out one arm hole.

   Now apart from her white socks, her perfect pre-pubescent body was
deliciously bare beneath the sexy school dress.  Looking at her in the
mirror, she seemed no different, but knowing her tiny tits and smooth
virgin cunt were stripped and waiting, it made my cock throb with need.

   Watching our reflection, I embraced her against my chest and cupped her
freed breasts.  I stroked them beneath the school dress and felt her
nipples quickly respond to my touch.  I spread my hands wide over her
narrow chest and felt the shape of her slim young frame, up around her
armpits and then slowly down to her tiny waist, out again over the
developing curve of her hips and down her thighs, themselves only just
beginning to take on a woman's shape.

   Sitting back on my heels, I lifted the hem of her dress to see her
bottom, tiny and round, and creamy smooth.  I put a hand over it - so small
I could cover both cheeks at once - and gently squeezed her firm, pliant
girl-flesh.

   Looking in the mirror again, I reached around and slowly unbuttoned her
dress, starting from her neck down.  One, two, three.  I was down to her
budding little tits.  Four, five, six, and it was open all the way down to
her navel.  Hanging loose now on her shoulders, it would take nothing at
all to send it pooling around her ankles, but I left it in place and slid a
hand in through the opening, touching her flat belly and feeling it flutter
nervously beneath my fingertips.  I stroked her soft, milky skin from the
narrowing at her waist, up the side of her thin chest to her arm pit and
then around front to her lovely little breasts.

   I yearned to suck and lick her sweet sugar-drop nipples, but first I
wanted to just explore her perfection, not with my eyes but with my
fingers. I reached my other hand up under her dress, and opening her legs,
I cupped it over her tiny, soft pussy lips.  With the tips of my middle
three fingers over her opening, I gently stroked and rubbed her labia in a
circular motion, teasing her lips apart, but not going any deeper, not
without lubrication.

   I moved my other hand up under her dress as well.  With my palms over
the front of her thighs and fingertips closed around the middle, I stroked
her legs slowly up and down, lifting the hemline and watching the tender
girl-flesh run beneath my fingers.  Rising, brushing her pussy lips on the
way, I stroked the length of her tight little body all the way up to the
swells of her breasts.  As I did, the loose hem - which was draped over my
wrists - lifted and dropped with each stroke, giving me tantalizing
glimpses of her virgin slit, now standing open and proud thanks to the
attentive work of my fingers.

   I could have taken the dress off her shoulders and let it drop, but
somehow it just felt more erotic to lift over her head.  As I did so, those
reflexes developed from years of being dressed and undressed by her mother
kicked in, and she raised her arms above her head.  I watched in the mirror
as I lifted, exposing her pussy first and then her breasts.  Pausing
briefly with the dress over her face, I kissed her soft, blond hair, and
then pulled it over the top and down her arms.  Lucy was finally naked
before me in nothing but her white socks, a picture of young, sexual
excitement, with goose bumps pricking on her tiny breasts and her smooth,
hairless pussy, open already and waiting for my tongue.

   "Was that nice?" I asked.

   She licked her lips and nodded, looking at me in the mirror.  "I thought
you were just going to take them off like I do," she said.  "But now my
pussy hurts."

   "Oh, I'm sorry, honey," I was mortified.  "I was really trying to be
gentle."

   "You didn't hurt me," she said, shaking her head and flipping my face
with her ponytail.  "It's throbbing because I really want you to kiss me
down there."

   Just a pre-teen girl's version of blue-balls.  I had a cure for that. 
"Well I won't make you wait any longer," I said, lifting her and cradling
her naked body as I carried her over to the desk.  Needing an elevated
place to work, I cleared some books and sat her on the surface, her bottom
on the edge and her pussy out over the front.  "Comfortable?"

   "Uh-huh."

   I arranged the two chairs as footrests for her, leaving a wide gap in
the middle where I kneeled between her milky thighs.

   Had I said her pussy was beautiful before?  I was wrong; it was
magnificent.  So close she could feel my hot breath on her lips, I almost
couldn't bring myself to begin, because that meant I would have to stop
looking, and I never wanted to stop looking at it.  I know I said it was
hairless, but that wasn't quite right.  At this distance, I could see the
immature follicles, each one cradling a tiny blond wisp just a fraction of
an inch long.

   With her legs forced so wide, her slit was peeled open, and I could see
her pink inner folds hiding inside.  Her tiny opening was a little over a
half an inch from top to bottom.  How she'd managed to push that purple
vibrator far enough in to hurt was a mystery.  I think if I could have seen
how truly tiny she was, I'd never have tried to get my ring finger in
there, either; I must have been perilously close to popping her myself.

   "Pete, please don't tease me," she whispered, shaking.  "It's throbbing
so hard it feels like it's going to burst."

   It was the shove I needed.  Closing my eyes, I drew my lips to her pussy
and kissed her gently, right over the entrance.  I needed to feel those
smooth lips again, so one at a time I sucked the soft, creamy flesh into my
mouth, licking and probing and sucking before releasing it, pink and
engorged.

   Kissing in the middle again, I drew her lips into my mouth and filled
her little slit with the length of my probing tongue, roughly drawing it up
and down over her opening and clitoris, and slowly, slowly, I worked the
tip into her little hole.

   I probed the same way as with my finger, pressing gently but
insistently, easing back when I felt her begin to open and then trying
again.  In this way I got the point about half an inch inside, and even at
that depth I could feel the pressure of her virgin hole bearing back down
on me.

   Lucy was just about ready, panting and whimpering from my insistent
attention.  I pulled back and was pleased to see her wide open, her
crescent hymen sitting proud at the base of her entrance.  Opening the tube
of anesthetic gel, I smeared a little on my finger and rubbed it carefully
into her cherry, slipping inside to make sure I coated the back as well.

   Moving to the bed and lying her on top of me in the sixty-nine position,
I smeared her mom's vibrator with lube and placed the tip at her entrance.
As much as I wanted to do this, (oh, and I really wanted to do this) I felt
a strange reluctance as well.  There's something indescribably hot about
pressing your cock up against a virgin pussy, and I'd been lucky enough to
do it twice with Lucy.  I was utterly smitten with her tiny body, and if I
had to deflower her, I only wished she was big enough to take my dick.

   Without further encouragement, I felt Lucy take the head of my cock into
her mouth and then-- "Owwwww!  Jesus, Luce, use a fuckin' mouthguard." I
regretted the outburst immediately.  "Sorry, Sweetie.  That hurts.  Just be
careful of your teeth, okay?" To my great surprise and delight, she reached
into a sports bag beside the bed and produced a hockey mouthguard.  This
time when she closed her mouth over my cock, she used her tongue to cover
her lower teeth and I felt the hard plastic on top massaging the sensitive
underside of my shaft.  When she began to suck, the effect was amazing -
tight and wet and utterly wonderful.  Keeping her tongue over her lower
teeth, she was also able to bite down gently, increasing the pressure and
swirling her tongue over my knob.

   I held the vibrator to her entrance and tripped the go-button.  It had a
good strong jackhammer action - vibrating fore and aft rather than side to
side - and just pressed gently to Lucy's entrance, it started to eagerly
burrow its way inside.  Lucy began shaking and moaning encouragement around
her mouthful of cock.  Her excitement quickly rubbed off, and my balls
contracted with the beginnings of an orgasm.

   I increased the pressure, and with each pound of force applied, the
vibrator moved imperceptibly forward.  Soon, the bullet nose was winning
the battle over her virginity.  The wave of my orgasm was beginning to
break, and my balls prepared to shoot a load into Lucy's mouth.  Shaking
and trying to hold myself a few moments longer, I'd almost forgotten the
toy when Lucy's cherry suddenly popped, and the purple vibe slid all the
way in to the hilt.  Watching that buzzing sex toy glide effortlessly into
her was too much; my balls pumped, and I sprayed the first of what seemed
like a thousand searing jets of spunk straight into her mouth.

   Lucy writhed her hips, crying out around her mouthful of cock and
swallowing furiously as I hosed a gallon of baby batter into her.  When my
contractions finally eased, she took my cock from her mouth, and lisped
around the mouthguard, "Switch it off."

   I had a wonderful rear view of her pussy stretched around the purple
vibe, her soft outer lips opened in exaggerated parentheses enclosing the
toy, and her pink inner labia stretched pale almost to the point of
whiteness.  I touched the end to switch it off.

   "Does it hurt?" I asked.  "Do you want me to take it out?"

   "Nuh-uh," she sighed contentedly, laying her head down on my softening
cock.  "It feels nice.  Like getting a hug, except from the inside."

   I turned her around and cradled her in my arms, hugging from the
outside.

   She looked up expectantly into my eyes.  "Did it work?  Did you break
it?"

   I nodded.  "Can't you feel it?"

   She shook her head.  "I can't feel much at all.  It's just tight and
full."

   Obviously the anesthetic gel was an outstanding success.  If I'd gotten
some on her clit, then that was probably the only thing preventing her
first orgasm.  I know I would have preferred her screaming and coming with
my tongue in her little pussy, but the pain-free disposal of her virginity
was a reasonable compromise.

   She looked at me with an expectant smile.  "I'm not a virgin anymore, am
I?"

   "No, Sweetie, you're not."

   "What else do you want to put in my pussy?"

   "Other than your mom's vibrator?  Well, there's my tongue--"

   "I like your tongue in there," she said in that sexy little chipmunk
voice, cuddling her face into the hollow of my neck.  "Can we do that
again?"

   "Yep.  And I can fuck you with my finger if you want."

   Her eyes bulged, and she made a big `O' with her mouth.

   "I wasn't swearing," I said.  "That's just what the eff-word means."

   She was silent for a moment as she took this new information on board.
"Pete?"

   "Luce?"

   "What if you fucked me for real?  Would I have a baby?"

   "No, Sweetie, you're not old enough to make a baby."

   "Not even if you came inside me?"

   "Not even then.  Not unless you've had your first period."

   She kissed me on the lips, soft and slow.  "Then can we try that next
time?"

* * * *

   With a semi hard-on all day Thursday, I couldn't even leave the house. I
wondered what Sarah would say when I arrived Friday afternoon with my cock
visibly throbbing in my pants, but providence and perhaps routine saved me,
and by some miracle I had my shit together by the time I rang the doorbell.

   Lucy was waiting for me in her bedroom wearing a singlet top and
loose-leg short-shorts that showed her panties when she sat cross-legged,
which of course was exactly what she was doing when I walked in.  God, was
she actually trying to make me come in my pants?  Looking at the thin
sheath of yellow cotton stretched smooth over her sweet, young pussy was
the end of any control I had over my cock - within seconds I was hard, and
by the time we sat at the desk, it was throbbing and uncomfortable.

   Did we study any math?  I have no idea.  I know we sat there with books
open for fifteen long minutes while I shook with a fever of longing,
looking at her smooth thighs and the swell of her soft, young breasts.  I
nearly shat myself when I heard Sarah's voice on the stairs.  "Luce?  I
need to go shopping for the barbeque tomorrow.  Will you be okay on your
own?  I'll be about an hour."

   Lucy looked at me meaningfully.  "Sure, Mom.  No worries."

   "Pete?" she added.  "If you want to earn some extra cash, you two can
keep working until I get home.  I'll buy some fresh coffee beans."

   "Awww, Mo-ooo-om!"

   "Do you have a test or something for her, Pete?" Sarah asked.

   "Well," I said.  "I do have something I've been saving for her.  It's
maybe too much for a middle-schooler, though."

   "Is it very hard?" Sarah called.

   I felt my cock throb and strain in my pants.  "It's pretty hard, yeah,"
I said.  "But you know, I think she might be ready for it."

   "Why don't you give it to her while I'm out, then," she called.  Then,
retreating down the stairs, "I wonder how much seventh grade math I
remember?  I should make you give it to me, too.  You might teach me a
thing or two." I heard the front door slam as I tried to banish the mental
image of Sarah standing with legs splayed in a pair of stilettos, bent over
Lucy's desk, working on a math test while I stood behind her driving into
her cunt.

   In the perfect quiet of the empty house, Lucy looked down at my
throbbing bulge.  "Now?"

   "Now," I agreed, pushing my chair back.  I picked her up under the arms
and stood her on the bed so that she was nearly my height.  She must have
been as horny as I was.  As we kissed, I explored the shape of her bottom
beneath the flimsy cotton shorts, and she went to work on my pants.  In a
moment she had them pooled around my ankles and was reaching into my boxers
to wrap both tiny hands around the thick base of my shaft.

   The cool touch of her fingers, squeezing and stretching but not quite
reaching all the way around, it felt wonderful.  I was reluctant to have
her let go, but two things drove me - I needed to slow down or risk coming
in her hand, and I also wanted to kiss and lick those perfect little
breasts again.

   I peeled off her tight singlet, and her bra cups lifted over her breasts
along with it, revealing her hard and pointed pink nipples.  I took them in
my mouth while she fumbled behind for the clasp.  Barely a mouthful each, I
savored the smooth softness and teased the hard nipples with the point of
my tongue.  Slipping my fingers through the loose leg of her shorts and
then beneath the sheer gusset of her panties, I felt the smooth perfection
of her pussy lips, soft and pliant beneath my probing fingers, moving and
opening under my touch to present her little hole to my searching
fingertips.

   I took a moment to remove my remaining clothes and to rescue lube from
the pocket of my pants, while Lucy peeled off her shorts and panties.  I
squeezed a generous dollop onto my fingers and massaged it into her
hairless slit.  She took the tube from me and began stroking my cock again,
this time coating it with lube so it slid frictionlessly through her tight
grip.

   Working with less care now that I'd taken her virginity, I pushed the
first joint of my middle finger into her tight entrance, making her gasp
and rock her hips into my hand.  She squeezed tight, almost stopping the
flow of blood to my fingertip, making it throb in her slick tunnel.  Rather
than pulling back, I pushed deeper to the second knuckle and stroked the
roof of her pussy looking for her G-spot, not knowing whether a
twelve-year-old even had a G-spot until she cried out and her knees buckled
beneath her.

   I caught her and cradled her body in one arm, holding her legs in the
air while I continued fingering her with my free hand.  I carried her over
to the desk and sat her upright on the edge as I'd done the previous time,
standing between her open thighs with her feet propped on the chairs to
either side.  With my middle finger deep inside her, and stroking to the
beat of her breathless gasps, I bent down to lick and suck her nipples
again, lightly tonguing the soft swells and nibbling the tips to firm
points.

   She felt so warm and snug over my finger.  It broke my heart to have to
stretch her, but my cock was three times thicker than my finger and there
was no way I could get it in there yet.  Crossing my first two fingers into
a slimmer but lumpier analogue of a cock, I worked both fingertips into her
little hole, fucking her back and forth up to the first knuckle and
brushing her clit with my thumb on each stroke.

   I don't know whether it was the extra penetration or the knowledge that
the house was empty, but Lucy's cries increased in volume, going from gasps
and moans to short, high pitched, breathy exhalations - "Ah, ah, oh" - as I
gradually worked my fingers deeper.  I watched entranced as her pale pink
entrance, contrasting sharply against the engorged ruby tips of her inner
labia, stretched to accommodate me.

   Up to the second knuckle, and the resistance against the thicker base of
my fingers was increasingly difficult to overcome.  Although she was
clearly still enjoying the finger fucking, I didn't want to hurt her, and
was reluctant to go much further.  Besides which - and I'm not especially
proud of this - I really wanted to finish stretching her little Barbie-doll
pussy with my cock.  Rather than having her fully ready, I wanted her to
... I don't know ... not to hurt, but ... perhaps be overwhelmed by the
experience of a big pulsing dick pushing into her body.  Awestruck.  I
wanted to see her eyes bulge as she felt the massive incursion into her
most intimate, her most sensitive core.

   Reluctantly, and not without some guilt, I withdrew my fingers and
touched the tip of my bulging cock to her open cunt.  Pre-cum leaked
profusely into her slit and combined with the lube to coat her entrance
until it was slick and glistening.  Savoring the moment, I slid my knob up
and down through her crevice.  I don't think I could ever tire of her
smooth, hairless perfection or the way she cried in increasing volume each
time I brushed her clit.

   She looked up at me, her lovely blue eyes moist and shining.  "Pete, I'm
frightened."

   Oh, please God, no.  Don't let this be over yet.  Please let me fuck
this gorgeous little angel.  Don't let her get cold feet now.  "What is
there to be frightened of, Luce?" I asked, holding that very thing to her
hot opening.

   "I had a dream last night ..."

   "Uh-huh?"

   "I dreamed of us fucking."

   "Was it a scary dream?" I asked.

   "Nuh-uh.  I was nice.  I really, really want to feel it inside me," she
said.  "It's all I've thought about all day."

   You and me both, Sweetie.  "I really want to fuck you too, Luce." I
didn't really know where this was going, but having her tell me how much
she wanted my cock was a nice progression, so I pushed on.  "So why are you
frightened?"

   "What if it won't fit?" she said, with tears welling in her eyes.  "I'll
never know what it feels like." Her breath was hitching.

   To be honest, the not-fitting thing was worrying me, too.  "Well, we'll
just have to try our best, honey," I explained gently.  "Do you think you
can be brave?  Even if it hurts a bit?"

   She nodded emphatically, pony tail bobbing and a tear spilling down one
cheek.

   "That's my girl," I said.  "And if we can't get it all the way in, then
we can do Slip `n' Slide.  Like last time."

   She nodded again, swallowing.  "That was fun."

   "Brave girl." I wiped the tears from her cheek.  "Are you ready?"

   She nodded.  "Uh-huh."

   Holding my cock with more purpose, I seated the knob firmly in her
opening, pressing gently to get her opened up again.  Just looking at it,
as erotic as it was to see my thick manhood poised at the threshold of her
smooth, young pussy, I couldn't fathom how this was going to work.  My knob
was soft and pliable, and although it was considerably thicker than her
opening, I knew it would squeeze in.  But my cock?  It was as hard as
forged iron, veins bulging and thick with intent.  It was an irresistible
force, and Lucy's tiny pussy was an immovable object.

   I pushed a little harder.  Lucy moaned and tilted her head back as she
opened for me, and bit by bit, my fat knob pushed inside.  The pressure was
fantastic, far tighter even than I'd imagined.  The pliable flesh of my
knob was being extruded through what felt like a drinking straw.  I
watched, utterly entranced as the bulging purple head slowly sank into her
pink folds, until finally the top seam disappeared beneath the engorged
hood of her clitoris.

   Lucy watched our progress, taking short, sharp gasps, which she puffed
out between pursed lips.  "Jumpin' jackrabbits.  It's inside me."

   "You okay, Luce?"

   She looked up at my eyes and nodded quickly without stopping her
measured breathing.  Reaching down, she closed a tiny hand around the
middle of my dick and tried to move it up and down, but the hard core was
far enough inside, and her pussy death-grip on my knob so tight, that she
wasn't able to move it at all.

   My cock is relatively slim at the tip, but it widens to full thickness
about two inches behind the knob, so even though I'd technically entered
her, I was by no means home free.

   Lucy grabbed me by the hips and pulled me in, and I wasn't going to
argue.  Leaning in again, I forced myself deeper and opened her wider.

   Lucy began vocalizing with her breathing, letting out little shrieks
with every intake of breath, watching with concern as her tiny pussy
stretched.  The angled vee of her clitoral hood parted more and more, its
coral pink lightening shade by shade as the tender flesh stretched.

   The resistance built to the point that I needed to grab her hips for
leverage, and even then, I had to strain.  Lucy bit her lip and a tear
trickled down one cheek.  What must she be going through in the service of
this massacre?  I was only half way up the thickening section of my cock,
so there was still plenty more stretching yet to come.

   Easing the pressure, I pulled out and fucked her slowly with just my
knob, sliding in a little bit of cock with every four or five strokes until
I was moving easily, pre-cum dripping from her pink center.

   I tried again to go deep, but got no further than before, the folds
around her clitoral hood straining and turning an alarmingly pale shade.

   "Pete, I can't."

   "I'm sorry, honey." I pulled back so that just my knob was inside. 
"Does it hurt too much?"

   She nodded, tears spilling over her lower lids.

   "Oh, Sweetie." I held out my arms and she came to me, and with my
cockhead still lodged in her cunt and her tiny breasts pressed into my
abdomen, she cried against my chest.  "I'm so sorry," I said.  "I didn't
want to hurt you."

   "It's not hurting now," she sobbed.  "I really wanted it to be like in
my dream."

   "I know, honey.  I know." I stroked her back and soothed her.  "I wanted
that too.  We got it in a little, though.  I can fuck you like this, if you
want."

   "How much deeper do you need to get?"

   "I'll show you where." I pried her out of her arms and began pushing my
cock slowly back into her pussy.  "Tell me when it starts to hurt." I got
about two inches inside before she gasped and put her hand on my chest, her
labia whitening and knees shaking.

   I felt beneath my cock and showed her the spot I like stimulated from
pussy-fucking.  It was still two inches from her straining lips and my cock
fattened noticeably over that length.  "Show me where it hurts."

   She touched a finger to her clitoral hood.  When resting, that vee is
completely closed, but I had it stretched open almost to tearing.

   "What about down here?" I asked, touching the wings of her labia around
the sides.

   "Nuh-uh.  Just the top."

   It gave me an idea.  My cock is wide and flat across the top, but not
nearly as deep top to bottom.  If I went sideways, then she'd have to
stretch longer, but certainly no wider than it was now.  "Luce, can we try
in a different position?" I asked.  "It might not hurt as much."

   "Uh-huh!" Her spirits brightened at the possibility of getting some more
cock in her tight hole.

   I laid her down on her side with her ass out over the edge of the desk
and her knees drawn up in a fetal position.  Hmm, good, but if I was going
to hell for fucking a twelve-year-old, I wanted to be able to see it going
in, so taking the knee on top, I opened her legs like a book, one leg flat
on the table and the other straight up in the air.

   Oh, wow.  I couldn't look away.  Curled in front of me, a little angel,
so small and defenseless, but offering me entry into that tiny heaven
between her legs.  She wanted mine to be the first cock to open her, to
fill her with cum.  My dick was up to the task, leaping and bulging with
renewed need, desperate to cleave her tight center.  Hardly believing it
was real, I cupped her breasts again, testing their almost weightless
volume on a single finger, so soft and smooth to my touch, and the hard
nipple so young and vital.

   My eyes wanted to drink in her tiny perfection all day, but my cock had
its own needs, only the first two inches having sampled what the rest had
longed for since we met.  Praying this would work, I seated my knob in her
entrance again and pushed gently forward, opening her pussy easily to the
same depth as before.  "Different?" I asked.

   "Better," she whispered between ragged breaths, biting her lip and
looking up at me from her prone position on the desk.

   I pulled out almost all the way and pushed firmly back inside, watching
her delicate pink folds open wider as I squeezed half an inch past the
previous point.  Lucy released a guttural, erotic moan and cupped her
breasts, pinching and rubbing the nipples.  Her pussy was stretched so
tight around my cock, her clit rubbed against the shaft.

   With more confidence, I withdrew and gave her two shorter practice
strokes, then, measuring with my eyes to the length I wanted to give her, I
drove back in, cramming the thickest part of my cock into her young,
untrained pussy.

   Lucy arched her back and cried out another guttural scream.

   The pressure and heat were exquisite.  It wasn't just her opening but
now her hot pussy walls as well, crushing down on my cock.  It felt as
though it'd come out forged into diamond.  I tried to pull back for another
stroke, but the skin stayed clamped in her vice-grip while the hardness of
my cock slid beneath.  If I couldn't come out then I'd go further in, so
starting gently at first, I applied more and more pressure, bracing with my
hands under the curve of her waist until my cock began to slide slowly
deeper.

   With a surprised cry, Lucy's eyes shot open and a spasm ran through her
tiny frame.  "Oh!  Oh, sugar!" she cried.  "Something's happening!"

   Oh, sweet Jesus, she was coming.  Twelve years old with four and a half
inches of cock in her pussy and she was coming.

   I rocked back and forth, not daring to take it out.  "That's it Luce. 
Just let it come."

   Lucy clamped her legs shut and shook with convulsions as the orgasm
ravaged her tiny frame.  Goosebumps rose on her breasts.  She bucked her
hips and ground her tiny clit against my cock, groaning gloriously through
the ecstasy of her first climax.  "Oh, Pete," she gasped as the final
spasms subsided, a winsome smile on her face.

   "Did you like that?"

   "Uh huh," she whispered.  "Did I come?"

   "You sure did.  What was it like?"

   "Tingly," she said.  "Times a million.  Like going upside-down on a
roller coaster when your tummy gets left behind ... except in here." She
touched her pussy, still stretched lovingly over my manhood.

   "Do you want to keep going?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

   "Can I?  Will it work?  Because you ..." She trailed off, unable to find
the right words to describe the universal female frustration over guys'
premature ejaculation.

   "I haven't come yet, honey," I told her.  "And girls are different, they
can come more than once without a rest."

   In lieu of an answer, she smiled greedily and opened her legs again,
releasing some of the pressure.  She looked down at our coupling with
genuine wonder, and closed her fist around the couple of inches not inside
her, just to prove to herself it was real.  "Is the rest of it really
inside me?"

   Rather than answering, I flexed my cock, making it throb almost
painfully in her tight embrace.  I could feel my knob bulging against the
soft pussy walls deep inside her molten core.

   "Erp!" She jumped with surprise at the unfamiliar sensation and then
laughed, causing a paralyzingly tight contraction of her pelvic wall.  She
grinned.  "Wow!" And then with real excitement, "Put the rest in!  I want
it all the way in me when you come!"

   "I'll try, Luce," I said.  "But it might not fit." I couldn't feel her
cervix yet, but I must be awfully close.  I've always been able to touch
down in women - especially in a deep penetration position like this - and
Lucy was probably a foot shorter than the smallest girls I'd fucked, so
that had to translate into a shallower pussy.  At least that's what I
thought.  "Try to relax here, Sweetie," I said, placing a hand over her
smooth pubis.  "It's too tight in there for me to move." A moment later I
felt a relaxation of the crushing pressure.  "That's it.  Take a couple of
deep breaths."

   She did as I asked, her wonderfully small breasts lifting and falling,
and with each breath I felt a little more resistance fall away until her
pussy released its stranglehold.  I pulled out slowly - just an inch,
enough to make sure I could move freely - and then pushed back in a little
deeper.  Repeating the motion, I set up a gentle rhythm of fucking, and bit
by bit I burrowed deeper into the heat of her cunt.

   Lucy was pulling her clit back with her fingers to keep it off my cock -
probably because it was still too sensitive after her orgasm - but the
friction of my shaft was building her up again with breathless gasps and
moans.

   I watched, first in surprise and then in utter amazement, feeding her
more and more cock, still with no resistance to my probing.  Finally, with
all but the last inch buried in her perfect pussy, I felt my cockhead brush
her cervix.  Lucy must have felt it too because she sighed and gave a low
moan, and on the next stroke I pressed gently into her rear wall and held
there, flexing and throbbing my knob.

   "Uhhhhhh!" Lucy's breath caught as I rubbed her most intimate depths. 
She pumped her small hips involuntarily, and I saw goose bumps rise again
on her breasts.  "Oh!  Uh!" she gasped.  "That feels ... it's hard to
breathe."

   "Oh my God, I'm sorry!" I apologized, releasing the pressure but still
touching her softly in that place.

   "No!" she said with throaty passion.  "It's good.  Do it again!"

   I pushed back in, a bit harder this time, prodding forward as I flexed
my knob.

   "Urrrrhhhhhhhh!" Her response was guttural and erotic and full of
passion.  "Harder!" she rasped.  "Fuck me right there!"

   Could I get any harder?  I didn't think so, but when she spoke to me
like that, demanded that I fuck her hard, my cock throbbed in agreement and
I felt like I grew another half an inch.

   I took her raised leg and placed her ankle on my shoulder.  Pushing hard
into her now, there was only half an inch of cock left for her to consume
and if she begged me to pound her tiny pussy then I wasn't going to
disappoint.  My heart racing, I pulled out again and pushed back in hard
enough to feel her vagina stretch as my knob mashed her innermost depths.

   "Yes!  Oh yes!" Lucy cried out.  "I think I'm coming again!"

   That was it.  I'd tried to maintain some control, to be gentle with her,
but after one orgasm and another on the way, I just let myself go. 
Clasping my hands beneath her waist for leverage, I pulled out to the tip
of my knob, and thrusting from the hips, I shoved back into the hot,
constricting glove of her sex.  Every time I ploughed into her little cunt
and went a tiny bit deeper, she screamed for more, until finally in one
electric moment I pounded in and my pubis struck her labia.

   She screamed again.  "Now!  Do it now!"

   That was all the permission my balls needed.  They swelled, and I held
it for two more strokes, then I buried myself balls-deep, her pink labia
lapping at the base of my shaft.  My orgasm crested, and I unloaded deep
inside her, the constriction of her vagina building up pressure that I had
to overcome.  I pumped jet after jet of thick, hot cum, and she was so
small, so full, it had nowhere to go but flood back past my cock and spill
out her hole, coating my balls and those delicate hairless pussy lips.

   Lucy unleashed another ear-splitting scream, convulsing and bucking on
my pumping cock as she came, her legs crashing back together and trapping
me inside.

   Slowly, my cock wilted, and Lucy's spasms waned.  I was able to move
once again, gently fucking in and out of her hole, pumping and stirring my
cum in her molten center until she finally relaxed and slipped off my
shaft.

   I picked up her tiny, molested body in my arms and kissed her softly on
the lips.  "Thank you, Lucy.  Thank you." She whispered something I
couldn't hear and kissed me back before resting her head against my chest,
tired and completely spent.

* * * *

   "Ten minutes to go, Luce," I said.  "Do you want to ...?"

   It was our last lesson before the school holidays and although we
pleasured each other orally after every lesson, we had only fucked on two
more occasions since that first extraordinary coupling.  I still needed to
enter her to the side, but it opened up delicious scissoring positions - me
on top, her on top - beyond merely feeding my cock into her curled body on
the desk.  The most wonderful aspect for both of us was that these
positions offered the deepest penetration and Lucy was utterly insatiable
for cervical orgasms, although she did need to take care with the
screaming.

   "Actually" - she turned her eyes up to me with disappointment - "Mom
said I could go to Amber's when we're done.  Amber has a new puppy and I
want to leave straight away."

   Such are the vagaries of fucking a twelve-year-old - sometimes you got
stood up for a puppy.  I was disappointed, but tried not to show it.  This
might be our last chance to fuck, because there was no guarantee Sarah
would keep me on now that Lucy was caught up at school.

   Maybe that was a good thing.

* * * *

   "Luce?" Sarah's voice drifted up the stairs right as our hour ended. 
"Are you going to Amber's?"

   "Uh huh!"

   "Well I'll pick you up at 5:30, okay?" Sarah called.  "I have to collect
your brother from his play-date anyway, so I might as well kill two birds."

   "Thanks Mom." She paused.  "Can I go right now?" She really wanted to
see that puppy.  I was jealous.

   "Okay," came the amused response.  "5:30, remember!"

   "Bye, Pete," Lucy pecked the corner of my mouth and bolted out the door.
I'd barely closed my books when I heard the front door slam.

   I made my way downstairs, looking forward to coffee with the lovely
Sarah.  She'd finally prioritized comfort over modesty and reverted to
going braless around the house.  Even after having Lucy suck my cock, it
was still a real treat to sit at the bench and watch her fuss in the
kitchen, her perfect, pert breasts bobbing weightlessly beneath her
T-shirt.

   "Take a seat in the dining room, Pete," Sarah called from the kitchen.
"There's an envelope on the table.  You can open it."

   I had a momentary chill of guilt thinking she'd found out about me and
Lucy, but if that were true then I wouldn't have just come from a one-hour
lesson with her daughter.  It must be something else.

   I saw the envelope on the table and looked out the door.  I could hear
Sarah moving in the kitchen but there was no line of sight.  I was doubly
thwarted; I'd missed out on a blow job with Lucy and now I'd miss the best
bits of Sarah's routine as she unselfconsciously reached up for coffee cups
with the sheer cotton of her T-shirt stretching across her nipples.

   Picking up the envelope, I recognized the crest in the corner from
Lucy's uniform, and guilt pricked at my conscience again.  A letter from
her teacher?  Was our relationship affecting her behavior at school?  I
looked inside.  It was only her grades.  I skipped straight to Math and
read the comment with a big smile.

   "Since mid-year, Lucy's math has improved beyond any reasonable measure
that can be attributed to just diligence in the classroom.  She advises me
she has a private tutor from the university.  The speed and effectiveness
of her transformation is quite extraordinary.  The young man who has been
coaching her is owed a debt of gratitude.  Please pass on my own kudos as a
professional courtesy.  Well done, Lucy.  B+."

   "Wow!" I called to Sarah.  "This is a pretty great report."

   I heard her pour the coffee and then footsteps as she began to answer.
"I really can't describe how pleased I am over what you've done with Lucy,"
Sarah said, her voice approaching the door.  "I know I already pay for your
services, Pete" - I was reading the teacher's comment again as she entered
the room in my peripheral vision - "but I'd really like to find some other
way to reward you for such an outstanding job."

   I looked up at her, completely naked with two cups of coffee, her small
breasts even perkier and more perfect than I'd imagined, tanned to the same
golden tones as everywhere else ... everywhere except the smooth, Brazilian
lips of her pussy.

   "But I just can't think what a 21-year-old boy would want.  Help me
Pete." She put down the cups and sat in my lap, placing one arm around my
neck and the other hand on my chest as she leaned close enough for me to
feel her hot breath on my lips.  "How can I reward you?"

   God, I love this job.

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