Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Show Me Your Panties 6 Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg Date : 20170301 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=49554.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ShowMeYourPanties%20-%20Pedo%20M g.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A series of encounters between men and young girls. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. --== 6 ==- Dance is pretty cool. It's expensive and time consuming, yeah... but I like it. My dad teases me about it an' says all it's trainin' me for is to work in a strip club... but I don' think so. I got bigger plans than that. Mr. Ryan is my instructor, well, he's the guy that owns the studio. Girls that he's taught mostly teach the classes. He watches in every now an' then. He's an alright dude, he's a dancer, too, so he's tough and tight and pretty muscly. It's pretty obvious he's gay, though, his boyfriend is a dude named Leo, a real muscle-head who's always dirty and oily when he shows up at the studio. All the girls like him and Mr. Ryan both, though it's obvious they don' like girls back. Anyway, that's how the whole thing started. Just some girl talk. Some girl talk 'bout Mr. Ryan. --==+==- We were in the locker room after class, changin' clothes and talkin'. "Ol' man Ryan look hot today," said CJ Riley. Some of us snorted and some of us laughed. "His pecker was pokin' out purty good," said Jean Jacobson. Mr. Ryan always wore guy leotards during class hours, and I gotta admit, he looked pretty hot in them. He was muscled up with being over-muscled. And his peter pouch did seem pretty lumpy today. I know I watched him outa the corner of my eye when I could. "Yeah, it was pokin'," said Looce. "But th' only thing it pokes is Leo." We all laughed at that. I shot down a mental image of Mr. Ryan and Leo doin' it. It just didn't seem right to me, for some reason. "Whachoo think, Dez," said CJ to me. "You think Mr. Ryan's the top an' Leo's the bottom?" "I dunno," I said, really thinking about it. "I bet they switch off. Leo's too hunky to just take it in the ass every time." Some girls groaned at that, and I laughed. If you can't stand the stove, stay outa the kitchen I thought. I stared back at CJ, trying to intimidate her if I could. Sometimes she irritated me. "Whachoo think, CJ?" I said. "Would you suck Mr. Ryan's cock, knowin' it'd been in Leo's butt the night before?" CJ got a disgusted look on her face, and I smiled to myself. I knew she couldn't handle gross shit. Some of the other girls made noises, too. "I ain't suckin' nobody's cock," said CJ. "I don't hang 'round with the kinda guys you do." That just made me laugh. She was reaching on that one. I laughed at her and pulled my jeans up. "Honey," I said, "someday you'll grow up. Maybe there's hope for you." --==+==- I coulda called my dad to come an' get me, but I walked home. It was a cool fall evening, and the leaves were fallin'. I thought, as I walked. I wondered 'bout the shit we'd talked 'bout. I wondered if Mr. Ryan was really gay, even. What if they were just buddies? He didn't talk like the gay dudes on TV. I'd never seen the two of them even touch each other. Leo just showed up and cleaned and did fix-it shit around the studio. Maybe he was just the fix-it dude. Yeah, I thought, thinking of Mr. Ryan first, and then Leo. I'd do that, I thought. I'd do either one of them. Okay, big confession comin' up, I'm still a virgin. I know lotsa girls in my class that've done it, that've been fucked. I've thought about it a lot. Once I let a boy, Donny Winbrook, stick his hands in my panties while I kissed him. He was rough, though, and I finally told him to stop. He stuck his finger in my puss and it hurt, the jerk. Anyway, yeah. I'm ready. I just don' wanna throw it away on some goofy-ass fuckin' junior high kid. I wanna be popped good, I want somethin' to remember. As I walked, I started makin' plans. --==+==- Two days later, Sunday, I put my leotard on and put jeans and a shirt over it. It was a single-layer pink, the thinnest one I had, and I didn't put any panties on beneath it, like some girls do. I walked down to the studio, hoping that Mr. Ryan would be there. I was pleased to see his car out front. Just his and nobody else's. Good, I thought. Perfect. I cautiously tried the door, and to my pleasure it was unlocked. I heard voices in the first studio, and some sounds like slapping. I went to the door. To my surprise, Mr. Ryan and Leo were both there, and they were fighting. They had on boxing gloves, and they were both stripped to the waist, and sweatier than hell. They looked great without shirts, Leo's arms are as big as my legs and Mr. Ryan ain't no Tiny Tim. They were both smooth with no hair on their chests, and I wondered if they shaved. Anyway, they were circlin' and dancin' around, and every now and then they closed and just punched the shit out of each other. I was shocked, and I gotta admit, turned on like crazy. When they smacked each other sweat sprayed off their bodies... it looked sexier than hell. I'm sure I was just standin' with my mouth open, watchin' all this. I saw Mr. Ryan see me, but he didn't break his concentration. In fact, it was kinda like it charged him up, havin' an audience. At last he slugged Leo really hard right on the chin, and Leo almost fell, taking a few steps backwards. "Fuck, man!" said Leo loudly, after spitting out a mouthpiece. "That one fuckin' hurt!" Mr. Ryan was laughing, but he shushed Leo, indicatin' me, still standin' there. Leo looked embarrassed, but I could tell he was still hurtin'. "How are you, Desiree?" asked Mr. Ryan, coming over to me, stripping his gloves off. My mind was blank, I was still impressed from watchin' the fightin'. "Uhm..." I said, "I'm... I'm fine." "What brings you in today?" he asked. "Uh... I just wondered if I somebody was here... if I could practice, if a room was open..." He laughed. "What a dedicated student you are!" he said. "Comin' in on your day off! Sure, we're gonna be here for a while. Leo!" "What?" said Leo, walking up, still working his jaw. "Turn the stereo on!" said Mr. Ryan. "This girl wants to dance!" "Where'd you guys learn to fight like that?" I blurted out without my brain bein' involved. He smiled at me. "I learned to fight in the Air Force," Mr. Ryan said. "Leo learned in the Marines. That's why I can beat him every time." "Fuck you!" laughed Leo. I was surprised again at his language, I mean, us kids talk like that, but most adults think it's a big deal. But Mr. Ryan didn't even tell Leo to watch it. "I'm goin' home!" said Leo. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ron. I got shit to do." "Want a ride?" said Mr. Ryan. "Naw, I'm gonna run. I can go up the side of Devlin park and get in five miles by the time I get to my pad," said Leo. I puzzled over what he had said, us girls had assumed they lived together, but it didn't sound like it. I wondered again if Mr. Ryan was really gay. We watched Leo disappear out the door, and heard the front door slam. "You gonna dance in those jeans?" said Mr. Ryan, laughing at me. I reddened a little, and pulled my shirt over my head. It kinda turned me on a little, when I thought about it, to be undressing in front of him. I unsnapped my jeans, and kicked them down. I saw his eyes move down my body, and wondered what he thought of me. I mean, I ain't no movie star, but I got eyes, I know I look pretty good. My body fat percentage is so low it's almost unmeasurable. I work out three times a week, and can almost bench my bodyweight. I wondered if he liked what he saw. I started stretching and bending, and I saw Mr. Ryan sit down against the mirrored wall, still watching me. I did a workout, nothing severe, but enough to get me hot and sweaty. The whole time Mr. Ryan watched me, and only once did he tell me something, to lift my leg higher or somethin'. Finally I had enough. I was wondering how to make something happen, but I wasn't even sure what I wanted to happen. I was just ready for something to happen... damn, I thought... anything. Even just a little kiss on the cheek. I finally stopped and walked over to where he sat, and sat cross-legged in front of him. We talked a little, and he gave me some more advice, and told me I was better than all his other students, I dunno if he really meant that, but it made me feel good. "Desiree..." he finally said. "I like you. I feel like I can trust you. Des, tell me... what do the girls think of me? Do they like me?" "Oh, hell yeah, Mr. Ryan," I said, laughing. "I think most of the girl are... uhm... crazy about you. I gotta admit... we talk about you a lot in the locker room... you and Leo..." He laughed at that. "What do you mean, and Leo?" he finally said. I wondered how far to go with it. I mean, if he wasn't really gay, I might piss him off. Or, knowing him, he might just laugh. And... and still, maybe he was gay. I sure hadn't ever seen him with a girl. "Uh..." I finally said. "Mr. Ryan... I don' wanna tick you off, but... but most of the girls here think Leo is your boyfriend." He laughed at that, he laughed hard. I felt a little better, that at least he wasn't gonna get mad. "Damn," he finally said. "Leo is my fightin' buddy, not my... not my butt buddy..." I laughed at that one. We sat there, laughin' and smilin' at each other. "What to you think, Des?" he asked, staring intently at me. Oh shit, I thought. Don't fuck this up. "Mr. Ryan!" I said, thinking furiously. "I think you are... you are a, uhm, a hunk. And seein' you fight, seein' you bust Leo on the chin... that really got me..." I stopped, realizing what I was admitting to him. "What?" he said, laughing even more. He was quiet a while, like he was thinkin'. "It got you off?" He finally said, and laughed again, nervous-like. He licked his lips and looked at me. My face did turn red, then. I nodded, cringing slightly... but, hell, I wanted him to know it. I stared down at my lap, and noticed something. The thin pale pink cloth of my leotard was soaked with sweat. There wasn't a pad over my crotch, and the cloth there was almost transparent. You could plainly see the indentions of my pussy lips through the cloth, in fact you could almost see it through the cloth. I raised my eyes, making a face, wondering if he'd noticed. I could tell he was staring down at me, right at my puss. I felt something like electricity shoot through my body. I liked it, that he was looking at me. "Yeah," I said. "It got me off, big time." He slowly raised his eyes, and stared into mine. I took a convulsive breath, and spoke again. "It got me wet," I said. I had the satisfaction of watching his eyes open even further as his face froze into a poker-face look. He thought for a while, looking down. Finally he spoke. "Des, honey..." he said. I nodded. "I ain't gay, if that's what you and the girls talk about. I'm about the un-gayest guy you'll ever meet. I like girls, but I have to be careful, surrounded by them all the time. You understand what I'm saying?" I was quiet a moment, thinking. "Yeah," I finally said. "I understand... but Mr. Ryan... you don't have to be careful around me." He was quiet way longer than I'd been. I wondered if my nips were showing through my leotard as well as my pussy was. I hoped so. On impulse I reached up, and gave my left nipple a squeeze. It was harder than shit, and I knew it was really pokin' through the cloth of my leotard. I watched him watch me do it, and I saw him take a deep breath, and swallow. "Des..." he said slowly. "Des, you are a darling. I love you dearly. I wish... I wish things could be different... but you have to understand..." "I do understand..." I interrupted. "But... you have to understand, too... if... if anything ever happened, uhm, between us... nobody would ever know." He almost slumped, sitting there. He looked sad, I thought. "Des, little darling..." he said slowly, staring into my eyes. "It's easy to think that, in the heat of the moment... but please understand... I just can't!" He almost seemed like he was pleading with me or something. I felt strange, I felt... I dunno, I felt powerful, or something... like I was in charge. I wondered about those things he'd said, and I wondered if he really loved me. Or, at least, if I turned him on. It only took a moment to make up my mind. I was satisfied I was doing the right thing, now that I knew... now that I knew he wasn't gay. "Mr. Ryan," I said. I sat forward and ran my arms back through the armholes of my leotard and then yanked my top down over my tits. I was satisfied to see his eyes almost bug out. Okay, not to brag here... but I know I got nice tits. I look at other girls in the shower... some of them have little golf-ball sized boobs, and some have big floppy ones. Mine are pretty close to perfect, maybe the size of my fist, but my goddam nips... fuck, my nips are the coolest ever. They cover most of the front of my boobs, big hard pink lumps with a fat nipple on the end. I mean, even I want to suck on them. "Mr. Ryan," I had said. I went on as I scissored myself to my feet with my legs. "Mr. Ryan, I'm gonna go lay on the couch in your office. You can lock the front door and follow me, or you can get in your car and drive away. I'll lock up, if you choose that. But the choice is yours." As I talked I slid my leotard down my legs, and stood naked before him. I looked down, and saw him staring at my cute little mound and my slit. I've just started growing hair on my pussy less than a year ago, and I still didn't have much. I was trying to decide whether to start shaving, most of the girls at school shaved, but I knew once I started I'd have to keep it up. Maybe I'd ask him later what he thought, what he liked. I knew that hairy or smooth, my pussy was cute. I took my leotard in both hands and wrung it out, trying to get some sweat to drip from it. None did, but I took it in my mouth anyway and sucked on it. It tasted salty, and just fuckin' cool. His eyes were bigger than I ever believed a person's could get. I knew I was blowing his mind. I threw the leotard in his lap, and jammed my index and middle finger right down in the middle of my pussy and scrubbed them around. I pulled them out and reached down and rubbed my fingers on his upper lip, right below his nose. I knew it would smell good. He flinched when I touched him, but he let me do it. "Dez!" he said, and he sounded desperate. "Dez, don't make me do this! I don't think..." "You don't have to think," I interrupted, "just follow your heart." I walked out of the room, heading for his office. I could feel his eyes on my ass like laser beams. I put a little extra bounce in it, just for him. --==+==- I lay back on his couch, the armrest at the top of my back. My body still kind of glowed from my workout, and I still felt sweaty in all the right places. I knew, I hoped... I hoped that I looked sexier than all fuck. I didn't see how he could resist me, if he wasn't gay. I wasn't sure if I could resist myself, at that point. If he got in his car and drove off I knew what I'd be doing for a few minutes, I'd be jackin' it like mad until I came. I heard some noises out front. I relaxed. I'd give him a minute, at least. I put my hands behind my head, wiggled down into the couch a little further and spread my legs apart more. I closed my eyes. Bring it on, I thought. Fuckin' bring it on. --==+==- Lookin' back, I realize I din't have no doubt he'd come to me. I just felt it, and it felt right. I knew I was a sexy little bitch, and I knew he was pretty hot-blooded, just watching him punch Leo told me that. I could smell it in the air that day, in the smell of sweat that filled the air. I heard a foot scuffle at the door, and a wave of satisfaction washed over me. I had won, I had taken him. And now he would take me. I smiled, and kept my eyes closed. "Young lady," he said, and now his voice sounded steady and stern. I turned my head, but kept my eyes closed. He went on. "You are being a bad little girl. You are pushing me beyond the limits of what a man can stand. I should spank your cute little butt." I laughed, then squealed as I felt him grab me. He yanked me up, slid underneath me, and dropped me on his lap, spinning my body around as he did. Damn, he was a strong motherfucker. I felt a brush of something on my ass, and realized he had just kissed my butt. I laughed, and then yelped as his open palm smacked my ass. He hit me again and again, and damn, it hurt. I laughed again, but I was kinda wishing he wasn't hitting quite so hard. He smacked me maybe ten times, and I felt tears leak out my eyelids by the last one. I wondered if he was serious, if he was really mad at me. I felt something soft and wet run up one side of my ass and down the other, and I was back to giggling. He was licking me, he was licking my ass. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. Something tickled me as I felt his face nestle into the crack of my ass. I heard a big sniff as he sucked air into his nose, and I knew he was smelling of me. And I knew at that moment I was the sexiest smelling thing in the whole goddam world. "Oh fuck!" he groaned. "Oh, holy fuck... god you smell good... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" He pulled me up as he rose, and then tossed me back down on the couch on my butt, my legs on the floor. He almost fell, landing with a thump between my legs. I felt his hands on my knees as he spread my legs so far apart that I felt like my adductor longus muscles were gonna snap. He just smashed his face into my pussy, I felt his nose pressing against my clit, and his open mouth pressing into my cunt. His tongue rubbed up and down my pussy lips, from my clit to my asshole. It was so sexy I already felt like cumming. This was like a dream come true to me. I'd waited years for something this cool to happen. This is what I wanted all that time, I told myself. Something worth remembering. I ain't got no idea how long he licked me, it just went on and on. I came quick the first time, a big one, but just a minute or two later I had a bigger one, even. Damn, he was good, he tongued my clit like a motherfucker and made me come like crazy. I honestly don't know how many times I came than afternoon. It just went on and on. He squeezed and pinched my nips, and ate my pussy like a starvin' man. I'm good at playin' with my clit, I can make myself cum pretty good, but nothing like what he did that day. It was crazy. I knew sex was pretty cool, but I didn't know it would be that good. It rocked. At last he stood, and took me under the arms and lifted me higher up. He turned me and laid me on the couch. I had opened my eyes by then, and I just smiled up at him. I was thinkin' crazy shit by then, like that I was in love with him. He smiled down at me, and pulled his leotard down. Okay. Confession time again. I seen my share of cocks, on the goddam internet. I never seen a real one, well a grown-up real one. But, I look at them almost ever night on my laptop. I kinda consider myself an expert on cocks, although like I said, I've never seen a real one. Mr. Ryan had a nice cock, a nice fairly large one, I think. Definitely above average, I mean, not like the giant ones I see on my laptop, but a nice one. Oh fuck, I thought... finally... I just reached out and grabbed it and pulled him towards me as I sat up. Without hesitation I gulped him into my mouth, almost immediately gagging as it touched something in the back of my throat. I was a little more careful after that, and soon had a good rhythm going, in and out, in and out. I heard him moan above me, and I felt his hands on the back of my head, burrowing into my hair and gently moving my head back and forth. I sucked as hard as I could, and felt the wrinkled skin beneath his cock on my tongue. Damn, it was sexy. And his balls were so soft... I gently held them in my hand... they felt cool, in my hands. I am sucking a cock, I told myself, I'm sucking a fucking cock. How cool is that? "Baby..." said, and I made a wordless sound to let him know I'd heard him. "Baby, I'm gonna cum pretty quick... are you up to it?" I spit his cock out and he looked down at me, surprised. "Ron," I said, hoping he would forgive my familiarity. "Ron, cum in my cunt. Please, please fuck me in my cunt!" "Baby, it'll be over so quick I dunno if you'll get to cum..." he said apologetically. I shook my head. "I don't care, just fuck me, please!" He sighed and laughed at me. He layed me back down, and carefully arranged himself on top of my body. Just feeling the weight of his sweaty body on top of me got me off. I felt something touch my pussy lips. He moved around a little, and finally I felt his cock begin to slide inside my cunt. I was pretty wet, I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life. At last the head of his cock was in me, and it felt even better than I'd imagined it would. He just went deeper and deeper, and filled me completely. I wanted to shout, I wanted to get up and dance or run or something, it felt so good. Instead I sighed and relaxed and sunk even further in the couch. At last I felt him touch me, and I knew he was in all the way. Then the real fun started. He had worried that I wouldn't have time to cum before he did, but damn... I just blew up. Within a few strokes I started cumming, and I heard him laugh softly above me. I felt his cock twitch or something, and then he gasped and groaned and I could tell he was cumming, too. I had the longest cum I've ever had, that last time. Finally, gasping for breath, I just lay there as he slowed and finally stopped. "Damn!" he said, and kissed me for the first time. "That was intense, girl! Thank you!" I giggled. "No, thank you!" I said. We kissed again, cuddling on the couch. I was happy, and I still felt good. I felt like the whole thing was a major success. I'd got my cherry popped, and I know I'll remember it the rest of my life. I had nothing but love for him, and I could see his love for me in his eyes. Whatever happened from here on, I could accept it. If we never did it again or we did it every day from now on, I could live with that. I was happy. --==+==- I walked home slowly, the falling leaves blowing around my feet. It was almost chilly, this late in the evening. I wondered if my mom would ask me where I'd been. I was a good kid though, and she'd believe anything I told her. When I'd finally left, Mr. Ryan had said, "see you Tuesday," which was the usual night of my lesson. So I guess it wouldn't be an every day thing. Well, his schedule probably wouldn't allow that. And fuck... I needed to get on the pill... I'd walk downtown to the clinic tomorrow after school. Hell, it might be next Sunday before it happened again... if it happened again. Well, whatever. I was happy. 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