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These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. ___________________________________________________________________________ _______________________ It was just another day, nothing much happening at the sound studio where I worked, so I took off early. As a professional musician there was always stuff at home I could be getting on with, all done digitally on computers these days. I made a reasonable income as a resident sound engineer, supplemented with weekend work in a wedding band and guitar tuition via an expensive private school near where I lived. I still wrote the odd song now and again, but with no real hope of making any money from it. The passion had waned but music is a vocation, if you have it, you're stuck with it. I had two students today, James, a young lad who had aspirations and some talent that I tried to encourage and certainly did nothing to dissuade. My own youthful hopes of stardom were gone by the age of twenty when my early experience of the the cocaine fuelled music business left me in no doubt as to how things worked, or didn't, as the case may be? And later, the lovely Jade Louise, a young girl whose rich German parents wanted introduced to the cultural world via a classical guitar. Not really my forte but I didn't charge that much and I could teach her some basics. I had spent an hour mixing down a radio ad jingle before James' lesson, which went well enough. I was preparing things for Jade Louise when she arrived, bang on time as usual, prim and proper in her immaculately clean school uniform. She was tall for her age, probably over 5 foot, slender and most importantly, long fingered. Her hair was long, straight and well cared for. She had an expensive classical guitar in a flight case that more than doubled the weight. Jade Louise was thirteen and obviously well into, if not completely done with puberty although her slim shape gave little away in terms of her physical development. She was typically Aryan in her looks, a fit, healthy looking girl with clean skin and blonde hair...a perfect specimen! "Hi, come in." I said, opening the door with a smile. "Hi!" She replied. She smiled back and glided past me in the refined and polite way she had been taught, her general demeanour showed all the trimmings of an expensive and disciplined education. Putting the heavy guitar case down she removed her coat and hung it on a peg in the hallway. I closed the door behind her, passed her and skipped up the stairs to the first floor. "Come on up when you're ready!" I called back from halfway up the long staircase. She was always perky, enthusiastic and well-manured and I looked forward to her lessons and her smile. In terms of effort she was probably my best pupil but lacked any real natural ability, although this isn't necessarily a bad thing it did mean I never felt we connected on a personal level. As I went past my open bedroom door I glanced in at my bed and wondered how long it was since it I'd been laid, my sex life was non-existent. At the other end of the landing was the music room, at the front of my large Victorian house. Originally the master bedroom, I had converted it into a studio/practice room and slept in a smaller back bedroom, away from the traffic. She followed me in and laid her guitar case on the floor, going down on one knee to undo the chrome clips and lift the lid. Despite her perfect kneeling position, one knee up, one on the floor, her 'slightly-too-short' skirt slid back off her knee and down her long slim thigh to expose the white panties she was wearing, no tights to spoil my view. She made a brief effort to reposition it as etiquette required, tugging it back up towards her knee. This failed as it immediately slid back again but she just ignored it and carried on removing her guitar from the case. I could easily see the outline of her small bulging pussy lips in the bright afternoon sunlight. The stretched-tight white cotton panties hugged her like a second skin. I imagined her perfect little vagina with an immaculate crop of fine, blonde pubic hair . She looked up and caught me gazing dreamily up her short skirt, shit! 'Not good', I thought as I coughed and looked away nervously, blushing slightly at my own embarrassment and making a point of re-arranging the music score on the stand beside me. As I looked back she stood up and tried to hide the smirk on her pretty face, looking down as she casually brushed imaginary fluff from the front of her skirt. She took her time smoothing it down and adjusting it to the correct position, a deliberate process of drawing attention to what she knew had caught my eye . Although not looking directly at me, the all knowing grin spreading across her face was very evident as she placed her guitar on the stand. She unbuttoned her green school cardigan very slowly, teasing me and demanding that I look. I was trying not to stare as she draped it over the back of the chair and sat down. The white, short sleeved blouse she wore revealed two white triangles covering her developing bumps, accentuating pointed nature of them beautifully. Clearly visible in the bright direct sunlight, her blouse was almost see-thru, greatly enhancing the silhouette of her slender torso and narrow waist. I coughed again; "Ready?" I asked, my voice fluttered slightly at the sight of her young body. "Yup!" She replied, confidently. "Oh...accept, when I practice at home now I use a footstool to raise my knee up a bit, I find it's easier to play like that." She continued. "Oh, okay." I agreed, looking hastily round the room for a suitable substitute. Nothing came to view. "Hang on, I think I've got something in my bedroom that might do...two secs?" I continued. Pleased to get away from the sexy young Jade, I hurried off down the long landing to my bedroom at the back, standing on a chair I retrieved a small padded footstool from the cupboard above my wardrobe. Stepping carefully down from the chair I turned to see Jade at my bedroom door, she was casually leaning against the frame with her legs crossed at the ankles. She was holding a pen which she idly and seductively toyed with at the corner of her mouth, the top two buttons of her blouse were now undone and she'd untucked it from her skirt. As hard as I tried to resist, I gulped at this vision of sexual beauty, but was instantly aware that she wasn't looking at my face, she was checking out my bulge, which seemed especially big in this particular pair of jeans. She took the pen from her mouth. "You have a nice bedroom...and a very large bed." She remarked in her 'matter of fact' way. I realised she'd never seen it before, the door was usually shut. She always spoke perfect English having been born here and educated at great expense but there was a vaguely German tone in her speech. Her syntax was always precise but with a kind of clipped pronunciation in the crisp way a German person would speak. I guessed it came from living with her parents and speaking fluent German as a second language. "Thanks, all my own work, it's the way I like it." I agreed. "Oh? So you don't have a partner?" She continued. "Well, no one special...no one who lives with me anyway." I confirmed. At that moment I felt desperately lonely, confessing this to the young Jade-Louise, a thirteen year old girl who was fast becoming a sexual fantasy as she stood in such an overtly sexual way on the threshold of my stale, sexless bedroom. I almost wanted to breakdown and cry on her shoulder...almost! "I am surprised, I see you as a successful man who would have his choice of many attractive young women?" She replied with the perceived surprise in her voice as required. "Well, I'm not without experience but my first love will always be music...sometimes women don't understand that." I said, desperately trying to retrieve some dignity in this unusual situation. I didn't feel like I was being interrogated...probed maybe, investigated possibly, checked out...definitely! "Anyway, we'd better get on?" I suggested. Sliding sideways past her with the footstool clutched tightly to my chest like a defensive shield, she made little or no effort to give me room to pass, almost hoping I would brush against her I think, anyway I didn't. Back in the practice room I placed the footstool on the floor by her chair and took up my usual stance across the room. She walked in and sat down, then tried to hook the stool into position with her heel, the feet snagged, it up-ended and rolled upside-down. "Here, let me get that." I said, quickly dropping to my knees at her feet. I repositioned the stool under her right foot and looked up at her for approval. Her foot hovered way above the stool for far too long, her left leg cocked to one side, splaying her thighs wide apart and exposing her crotch and a large part of her small but round bum in the bright daylight. Her skirt was pulled right back presenting me with a sight way beyond flirting, this wasn't subtle innuendo, this was a 'come-on' of the very obvious type. My mind raced, I tried to think of something to say as she gently lowered her foot onto the stool, her skirt stayed hitched up and my view was still as good as ever. I took a good long look; 'Why not?' I thought, she wants to show me and I want to look? The exquisite vision of her most intimate place consumed me until reality punched he hard in the face and I swallowed a golf ball of guilt. I got up and moved away, she stayed exactly as she was, exposed and beautiful, picked up her guitar and placed it on her knee. "Okay, where were we?" I said, desperately trying to regain my composure. "Did you learn the piece I showed you last week?" I continued. "Yes, but I'm having trouble making the diminished F sharp 7." She replied. "Yes, that one is a little difficult but you can use you thumb, did I show you that?" I advised. "My thumb? No." She queried. "You can hook your thumb over to fret the E string on the second." I suggested. She tried to do as I suggested but was struggling to achieve the right shape. "Here, like this." I said, grabbing my guitar. I slowly and carefully strummed the correct chord using my thumb, she tried again but got a handful of bum notes so I put my guitar down and without thinking moved to stand behind her, wrapping my hand around her fretboard I formed the odd shaped chord using my thumb as necessary. "Try that." I requested. She picked the right-hand sequence of four notes as she looked up for approval I immediately noticed that the third button on her blouse was undone, her small padded bra was now clearly visible from my high position and on one side a small gap between it and the budding breast beneath gave me a tantalising view of her darker, domed secondary mound. She quickly realised where my eyes were looking and deliberately moved to increase the gap. "There's not much to see in there." She said, apologetically. "Oh there's more than enough beauty for me." I said, before I could stop myself. She stretched up and kissed my cheek. "That's a beautiful thing to say." She remarked. "Oh God!" I gasped feasting my eyes on her cone-shaped mound. I was encapsulated by the satin quality of her skin and the doom that topped it. No nipple that I could see, but stunning all the same. I let go of her guitar, slowly uncurling my fingers from their grip on the neck, she moved it away and without taking her eyes off my face, placed it on the stand beside her. Turning her body towards her me as I put my hand on the bare skin of her chest, she encouraged me to slid it under the padded cup and caress the sweet young breast beneath. She gasped as I made contact with the tiny bump, her head tipped back as her eyes closed. As I gently massaged the firm flesh and teased the secondary doom, the soft nipple began to grow, I touched my lips to hers, repeatedly kissing her closed mouth until it opened. She didn't react, almost as if she was expecting it. When I pushed my tongue between her perfect lips she opened her eyes and looked up at me with some trepidation. "It's okay, I wont hurt you?" I consoled. "I've never done anything like this this before." She confirmed, nervously. "It's okay, we'll take it slow." I said, soothingly. This seemed to do the trick as she stood up put her arms around me and planted a big kiss on my lips. "Do you know how to French kiss?" I asked. "No, not really." She confided. "Okay, just open your mouth and copy what I do with my tongue." I advised. She quickly did as I said but was a bit too keen. "A bit slower and more gently." I suggested. She calmed down and soon got the idea. As we kissed I casually undid the three remaining buttons of her blouse and slid it back off her shoulders, it dropped on the chair behind her, I unhooked her bra with ease and removed it, pulling back to view her small, but developing titties, there wasn't much to see as she said. The secondary domes and the nipples were coming along just fine but there wasn't much actual breast beneath them. They were certainly quite odd but nicely balanced in development and her nipples were growing noticeably larger and harder than when I first touched them. "They are positively beautiful!" I gasped. She looked down at them and then up at me, smiling at my response. She was keen to get kissing again and I did nothing to dissuade her as I thumbed her small, stiffening nipples, disengaging briefly to quickly remove my sweat shirt. She stood and hugged me tightly, pushing her very firm nipples into my chest as we continued kissing and tonguing. I was gently caressing her back, relaxing her until I moved my hands down to squeeze her bum. I grabbed a handful of skirt and lifted it up, slipping my hands underneath and inside her knickers to cup her petite bum cheeks in my large hands. They were delightfully small and firm, I pulled them apart and gently probed the gap between her legs with my fingers, she jerked her hips forward as I pushed my finger between the lips and into the highly sensitive entrance to her virgin hole. There was some stickiness and her lips felt swollen and puffy, she was in an advanced state of arousal, certainly not in need of any further stimulation. Disengaging completely I put my hands on her hips, looked her straight in the eye and said; "Would you like to go to my bedroom?" "Yes...please." She said, after a suitably thoughtful pause. I took her hand and lead her down the landing to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me I sat on the bed and pulled her towards me. She kicked of her school shoes and came closer, her eyes now full of expectation and excitement, the fear had definitely gone. She had used her long blonde hair to cover her tiny bumps, still a little embarrassed I guessed. Dropping her head in a shy way as I carefully hooked it back over her shoulders and started to gently tease her nipples with my tongue. Her head tipped back as she revelled in the sensations of her first sexual experiences, I've no doubt she had experimented, exploring her body and finding new things that felt good, but this was something else. I was also aware that she must have had some kind of crush on me, probably for sometime, but I'd been blissfully unaware of it until now. I doubt she would have been so willing, or so quick to agree to sex without some pre-imagined fantasy involving me. In fact she had initiated the whole thing really? I allowed my ego to think that she may even have masturbated while thinking of me. I continued teasing her firm but small nipples with my tongue as I reached round behind her, popped the button on the waistband at the back of her skirt and undid the zip. I let it drop and slipped my hands under the white cotton panties to massage her tight little arse again. She kicked the skirt away and parted her legs slightly, allowing me to slip my fingers between them. I moved my hand between her silky inner thighs from behind and sliding it up her leg, rubbed it up against her now damp panties. Probing between her pussy lips as much as the wet cotton would allow I heard her gasp as I got close to the clitoris. Her long legs inched further apart to give me better access to her pot of honey, the gooey mess leaving me in no doubt as to the highly advanced sexual state she was in. I suddenly realised that I'd made no suggestion of what I intended to do to her, what we were inevitably about to do and how her virginity was about to be taken...if not destroyed, but then I don't think she had any ideas beyond having sex with me, whatever that may involve? I felt very much that fucking her was a foregone conclusion...if was surely going to happen anyway? I pushed her away, stood up and removed my jeans. Kicking them off as she focused in on what she was about to see...probably for the first time? The relief as my bulging member easily tented the front of my boxers was immense, I kicked off my shoes, sat back down and completely removed my jeans and socks. At no point had she attempted to grab or touch my cock, I don't think she had the confidence but her eyes were glued to the large bulge bobbing around in my shorts. Standing there in white knickers and socks she looked divine, long legged and perfect. Slim and waif like she could have grown wings and hovered like an angel. I lent forward and carefully eased her white cotton knickers down making eye contact as I did so, she kicked them away. I looked down at her vagina, the small crop of exceptionally blonde pubic hair was almost invisible, the sun streaming through the window made them glisten. These early hairs were virginal in the extreme, short and straight they offered only limited cover to the pale skin beneath. The slit covering her clitoris was unusually low down but her outer lips were prominent and defined, small and hairless. I let out a sigh of pure delight as I gazed on the smallest pussy I'd ever seen...or fucked! "Sweet Jade-Louise, you are divine, I shall never forget you." I declared, honestly. "I think I'm ready for you...if you want me?" She innocently suggested. "Want you?!?!" I exclaimed. "You have no idea how badly I want you!" I confirmed. "Perhaps this will give you some idea?" I said as I raised my arse off the bed and carefully lifted my boxers over my rampant cock, down my legs and off. "Lieber Gott!" She spluttered in German as she caught sight of what I was going to put in her. I grabbed her quite roughly and lifted her with ease, spinning round to lay her on the bed behind me I pulled her socks down and off, discarding them without a second thought. With her now laying naked on my bed I had a moments feeling of guilt, was I really going to fuck this skinny girl in the first year of her teens? The feeling passed as quickly as it came, I knew beyond any doubt that I was...as hard as her physicality would allow. "Open your legs...as wide as you can." I demanded, confidently "Please don't put your willy all the way in me, I've not had anything that big before?" She pleaded, in fear of what I was about to do. "I'll go slow, you must tell me if it gets too uncomfortable?" I agreed. I assumed from what she said that she had been trying things out. I dared to ask; "What's the biggest thing you've tried then?" "I found a sex toy in my mothers wardrobe, it looked a lot like your...willy, but it was straight and not quite so long or so fat." She confessed, honestly. "Okay, and did it all go in?" I respectfully enquired. "Yes, but it took a long time to get it all in and the vibrations helped." She admitted. "That's good, you'll do fine." I said...what I meant was; if you can get a dildo all the way in you then I'm going to fuck you with every last millimetre of my entire cock and you're going to love it. "Ready?" I asked. "Yes, but slowly please...very slowly." She requested, again. I raised her knees and pushed them away to the side, parting her legs to the max I looked down at the target. Her divine little pussy was drooling with lubricant, bright pink in anticipation of what was about to happen. The light coloured hair gave her vagina the look of baldness but the swollen lips and dark inner sanctum screamed 'fuck me' hard. I grabbed my throbbing shaft and guided the head towards her waiting cunt, nudging it between the tight lips that eventually slipped round my large purple head, I moved it up and down to mix my own pre-cum with her cunt juice, without a word I popped it in. With a squelch about an inch disappeared inside her, she grimaced, gripped my arms and gasped. "Okay?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah, okay." She confirmed. I pushed on a bit deeper, slowly withdrawing and re-entering. The tightness was exquisite, her bulging outer lips straining and stretching to accommodate my larger than average cock. She seemed to be dealing well with any discomfort as I slipped more and more length into her. My eyes flicked between her face and the sight of her small cunt swallowing my massive cock. For about 5 or 10 minutes I continued my slow and gentle penetration of Jade-Louise's virgin pussy, it got slightly less difficult as it got more and more pleasurable. Her face relaxed as the pleasure washed over her until I maxed out my 7 inch monster. The entire length engulfed in her tiny underage pussy, copious amounts of juice leaked around my shaft as she had minor orgasms. Still fully engaged I lent forward and kissed her, she responded with passion and grabbed my hair at the side of my head. I withdrew and slipped in another length, she reacted with a moan into my mouth. We were fucking, seriously fucking, the speed increased in sync with her moans and gasps as I thrust my full length into her. As things got more fluid she looked up with a serious look on her face. "Don't make me pregnant?!" She insisted. "No, I wont." I confirmed. I slowed to get control of my inevitable orgasm, looking down I was mesmerised by the juvenile and seemingly impenetrable slit sucking up length after length of rock hard cock, the width alone looked way to big. The soft pubic hair now wet and bedraggled. I sucked on her small nipples which were hard like bullets as I pounded her arse into the mattress. The kissing, caressing and fucking went on for some time, she expressed her ecstasy vocally, moaning and groaning, in time with my pounding. The slurping and squelching noises coming from between her legs confirmed the tightness of her thirteen year old cunt, an occasional fanny fart escaped with a spluttering ejection of juice. I stopped for time to time to avoid shooting my bolt, gazing into her eyes as I kissed her pretty face and got lost in her innocent expression of lust and ecstasy. Quite how I'd lasted so long was beyond me? But my time was approaching as I increased the speed to a good steady pump, I spoke; "I'm going to cum now, okay?" "Where will it go?" She asked nervously. "Not inside you, that's for sure...I'll take it out and try and do it on your tummy." I suggested. She nodded in agreement as I engaged the final countdown. As I thundered away at this tiny girls cunt I could hear her whimpering, moaning, her gasps getting louder, as I rammed in length after hard length of rock solid manhood. Whether she had actually had an orgasm or not I don't know, but I knew I was about to have a major release, a number 1 solid gold ejaculation. After less than 30 seconds of slamming my meat hard into this divine schoolgirls narrow sex tunnel, I came, whipping it out of her just in time, I grabbed it with my hand and shot a massive stream of jizz up her body, wanking furiously I sprayed a good second shot over her and then a third, my entire body shock with the ferocity of my orgasm. I squeezed out the last few dribbles on her belly and collapsed beside her. After the ecstasy of dumping my load subsided I took a look at the end result. She was splattered in cum, her face was hit, it dribbled from her mouth and chin and from her neck down to her pubes she was covered in it. Even her button like boobs had blobs of jizz on or near them. This beautifully slim, cum splattered 13 year old looked up at me, dazed and dishevelled. No more the immaculate Aryan schoolgirl, prim and proper and polite but a well fucked, sticky angel, her legs still spread wide and her swollen vagina still open and wet. The small, blonde bush above her minimal opening was bedraggled with sweat and cum. Again a felt a momentary pang of guilt before offering her a box of tissues to clean herself up. "You okay?" I asked. "More okay than I've ever been in my life!" she confirmed, happily. "Yes, that was pretty spectacular, even for me!" I said enthusiastically. We showered separately and dressed. "Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of sex." She complimented as she kissed my cheek. "Oh, that was just a good hard fuck really, sex has way more to it than that." I advised. "I think I will enjoy many more 'lessons' with you in the future." She suggested in her cute Germanic tone. "Yes, I think that would be wonderful!" I said with all my hope for dreams I'd yet to have.