Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Young Cunt I Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg, gg Date : 20151201 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27316.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/YoungCunt%20I%20-%20Pedo%20Mg%20 gg.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A young girl explores her sexuality, and gets off showing her body to her teacher and other men. 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. I know this is pretty childish shit. Sorry, I like naughty little girls. Sue me. --==+==- Raven Theroux was barely eleven years old when something clicked in her head, and she began to explore the world of fun that lay between her legs. She'd never paid much attention to her pussy before, she only thought of it when she peed or on those rare occasions when she rode a horse. One night she was taking a shower, and for some reason she was playing around with the shower nozzle. It was on a long hose, and it easily reached down to her waist. Without much thought involved, she pressed it against her little pussy, and wow. Something inside her sat up and took notice. She pushed it harder and wiggled it around, and suddenly a feeling flooded over her body, a very good feeling. Her thigh muscles tightened up and almost locked, her back arched, her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She sighed and sighed again, a deep long sigh. She had her very first, but certainly not her last orgasm. Within minutes she had another, and even one more after that. Finally, with her older brother pounding on the door, she turned the water off and stumbled out of the shower. Her life had changed forever. The next night she did it again, and the night after. Her mother noticed that she didn't have to nag Raven any more to take her nightly bath, but for some reason her mom didn't put two and two together, even though her mom often experienced the pleasures of the shower nozzle herself. Raven was in love with the feelings that her body gave her, and she began to actively seek more ways to give herself those good feelings. She humped some of her stuffed animals after she went to bed, but that was hard work for not much reward. She finally hit pay dirt with a toy she'd received a few Christmases ago, a small figurine that had originally whirled a bouquet of flowers. The flowers had partially broken off, and the whirling part was now unbalanced, which cause the toy to vibrate madly. Raven found that by pressing it against her little clit she could have massive almost endless orgasms, and "AA" batteries began to disappear in droves all over the house. One Saturday night Cynthia, her best friend from school, spent the night. After they'd watched TV and played games all evening they finally got shooed off to bed. They lay whispering to each other in the semi-darkness of Raven's room. "Cynth..." Raven whispered, anxious to share her new knowledge. "Cynth, you ever... you ever play with your mouse? You know, down there?" Cynthia giggled uncomfortably. "Yeah some," she finally whispered. "I got in trouble for it, for puttin' my Dad's drill on it." "His drill?" Raven was interested in any new technique. "How'd you do that?" "It shakes," said Cynthia. "It shakes real hard. You just press the handle... against yourself." "Down there?" said Raven, and Cynthia nodded. "Cynthia," said Raven, after some thought. She trusted her friend, she knew the other girl wouldn't rat her out. And they'd talked about things before, naughty things. Cynthia had told her once about seeing her dad's weenie, when he peed at the lake and he didn't know she was looking out the window of their cabin. Raven continued. "Cynthia, I do that... I do that with something I got. Here, look." She reached beneath her bed and drew the spinning thing out. Cynthia examined it, and experimentally switched it on. It sounded horribly loud, in the stillness of the night. "Hang on," said Raven, and thumbed on the remote to her little TV. Now that it was the weekend, her parents didn't care if she watched TV after she went to bed. She turned it up as loud as she dared, to hide the noise the spinner made. She got up and carefully locked her door, trying hard to be quiet. The click still sounded loud to her. She kicked her panties into the floor, and crawled back up on her bed. Cynthia giggled shyly. Raven pulled her nightshirt up around her waist. She leaned back, and took the spinner from Cynthia. She switched it on, spread her pussy lips with one hand, and pressed the handle of the toy against her little clit. Ahhh... she relaxed as waves of pleasure flooded over her body. Her legs trembled, and chill bumps raced up and down her thighs. She had a nice orgasm, sucking air into her lungs, her arms shaking and the muscles of her neck standing out as she pressed her head backwards into her upper back. "Cynth... you gotta try that," she finally managed, her voice shaking. "It's... it feels super. I can't explain why, but it feels super." Cynthia wasn't too sure about doing it in front of someone else, but Raven was strong-willed, and Cynthia pliable. Finally, hesitantly she sat up and pulled her panties off. At Raven's coaxing, she rolled her nightgown up around her waist, and exposed herself to Raven's view. Raven handed her the spinner. "Just press it... you know, press it against that bump," Raven explained, spreading her own little cunt apart to show the other girl. Raven had learned a lot about her clit the last few days, but she still didn't know what to call it. She just knew what it did for her. Cynthia fumbled around with the spinner, and finally Raven took it away from her. With her thumb and forefinger she spread the other girl's pussy lips apart, and pressed the spinner against Cynthia's exposed clitoris. Cynthia was embarrassed, but quickly the pleasure of the experience overcame that. She sighed and relaxed, feeling her whole body vibrate with the spinner. After a few minutes she had a nice orgasm, almost bouncing in place, squirming and gasping for breath. Raven held it in place a little while longer, and finally turned it off. "See?" she said. "Wasn't that fun?" "That was... that was like you said, it was super," said Cynthia, smiling. She was a convert. She wanted one of those spinning things, too. They lay for a while, basking in the afterglows of perfectly fine orgasms. Finally Raven elbowed herself up, and proceeded to pound her little clit with the spinner once again, as Cynthia watched, smiling. When Raven handed it to her, Cynthia spread her lips herself, and had another one, also. "Shit," said Raven, the baddest word she knew. "This is fun. We gotta do this shit more often." "Yeah," laughed Cynthia. She became serious. "Rave... I gotta tell you 'bout somethin'... somethin' I seen." Oh, this should be good, thought Raven. Cynthia's stories were always good. She leaned forward expectantly. "Once, last week or so..." Cynthia's voice was low and conspiratorial. "I couldn't sleep and I got up to get a drink... when I passed the den I heard a noise an' I peeked in..." "Yeah?" said Raven. "My dad was in the floor an' my mom was on the couch. He had his mouth on her... on her mouse. An' she was goin' crazy, she was wiggling and shaking an' all that. Just like what we did, while ago, when that thing was buzzin'. I think he did the same thing for her, he made her have one of those... those things." "Oh really..." that was interesting indeed to Raven. His mouth? His mouth did that? Did he bite, or suck or blow? Did he somehow vibrate, like the spinner? She wondered about the details. "Anyway, I peeked on them a while, and then went back to bed. I wondered what it all meant, but I think I know, now. I think she was... feelin' good, like what we felt." "Yeah," said Raven, her mind thinking furiously. This was an interesting development. "Rave..." said Cynthia, her breath hot in Raven's face. Shy, meek little Cynthia. "Raven... you wanna try that? You want me to put your mouse in my mouth?" --==+==- It took a while to get situated. They were both a little embarrassed, but they were determined. They knew what the payoff was. Finally, with Raven laying on two pillows, her legs spread widely apart, Cynthia nestled between her thighs. Raven stared at the ceiling. She hoped this was as good as the spinner. She'd heard her older brother say, once, something about "eating pussy." She wondered if this is what he'd meant by that. At the time she'd somehow realized what "pussy" was, that it was a euphemism for a girl's private area. Was this what he meant? He'd said he wanted to do it to a girl he went to school with. Had he ever done it to her? She was curious, so curious she might actually ask him. She had a pretty good relationship with him, he seemed to like her more now that she was a little older and didn't pester him all the time. Yes, she decided, I'll ask him. She jumped as Cynthia touched her, down there. Cynthia put both her arms on Raven's thighs, and with her fingertips she pulled Raven's little pussy lips apart. Raven felt Cynthia's hot breath, on the damp inner regions of her cunt. Within moments, she felt Cynthia's tongue squarely on her clit. And oh, did it ever feel wonderful. Raven hadn't imagined anything would feel as good as the spinner, but this did. Cynthia's smooth wet tongue felt fabulous, on her clit. Somehow Cynthia seemed to know exactly what to do, possibly because she was a girl and had one too, but somehow she seemed to know right where the sweet spot was. She licked and lapped, and scrubbed Raven's clit against the girl's body. Cynthia was experiencing some revelations, herself. She was surprised at how good Raven tasted, she almost thought it would taste kind of nasty, because of where it was. But it didn't, it had a smooth clean almost plasticy taste to her. She didn't know it, but it tasted sexy. Raven was a typical little girl, she kept herself fairly clean but not spotless, and she had plenty of taste that night because she hadn't had a shower since the night before. Her pussy had been so scrupulously clean the night before it probably didn't have any flavor at all, thanks to her use of the shower nozzle. But she was pretty tasty, tonight. Cynthia had hopes that after this, Raven would offer to lick her. She counted on it, in fact she'd decided to ask, if the girl didn't offer. After those two orgasms, she was in love with the feeling. Those weren't her first orgasms, of course, she'd had her first on the handle of her dad's power drill. But she was hooked, like Raven. Cynthia licked and licked, Raven's scent in her nose and Raven's taste in her mouth. She scrubbed so hard her tongue almost hurt, after a minute. But she was loving it, as much as Raven was loving being licked. Raven felt the by-now familiar tightness begin in her legs and back, and knew she was fixing to cum. She didn't know that's what you called it, she just knew it was going to happen. And happen it did, her legs shot straight out and locked, scissoring Cynthia's head between them. She had a fantastic orgasm, one that seemed to just go on and on. Cynthia just kept pounding on her clit, pushing it around with her tongue, pressing it against her body and alternately sucking it out. At last Raven calmed down. She finally sat up, woozily, and hugged Cynthia. "Thank you, darlin'," she whispered to the other girl, "thanks a million. That was super. It was bitchin'!" Raven got all her cuss words from her older brother Bradley; he said that one all the time. She knew it was a kinda bad word, just from the way he used it, and the look on her dad's face once when he'd heard Bradley say it. Raven already knew everything was more fun when you cussed about it. Cynthia laughed, and relaxed. She felt good that she'd made her friend feel good. "I don't know if I can do you that good, but I'll try if you want," said Raven, her face still close to Cynthia's. Cynthia smiled and nodded. On impulse, Raven pressed her face into the other girl, and they kissed. "Mmmmm..." said Cynthia, and they both giggled. They kissed again, and again, for much longer. Raven could taste her own cunt, on the other girls lips, and it excited her, for some reason. "Why haven't we done this before?" whispered Raven, and Cynthia made the "I dunno" noise. They giggled, and pressed their lips together. The pussy licking was forgotten for a while, as they gloried in the simple pleasure of kissing. Raven was laying back again, and Cynthia on top of her. Raven reached down, without really thinking, and squeezed Cynthia's plump little ass in her hands. Cynthia giggled some more. "Cynth..." said Raven finally, coming back to the present. "Lay down an' let me lick you..." They switched positions, and Cynthia spread her legs widely. Raven leaned up and kissed her friend one last time, and then worked her way downwards on her elbows. She surveyed Cynthia's crotch in the dim light, and finally did what Cynthia had done, spread the other girl apart with her thumbs. She lowered her face, taking a deep sniff with her nose. Cynthia smelled good to her, good and strong, Raven didn't know it, but Cynthia hadn't bathed since yesterday morning. She was pretty strong but it still smelled good to Raven. Raven licked her own fingers occasionally, when she touched herself, she was actually no stranger to vaginal smells and secretions. This one smelled good to her. She extended her tongue, and lightly touched Cynthia's little clit. Ah, she thought, the smell was good, but the taste is better. Cynthia tasted incredible to her, a little sweaty, and just an over-all incredible pussy taste. Raven was in love with that, as much as the feeling of cumming. She was in love with the naughty feeling that doing stuff like this gave her. She made her mind up then and there to do stuff like this every chance she got. And to even make chances, when they didn't occur. She began to lick. Cynthia's legs trembled, and Raven felt chill bumps where Cynthia's thigh touched her cheek on one side. She felt Cynthia's foot twitching, and giggled to herself. I'm doing that, she thought, I'm making her feel that good. She was proud of herself, proud of discovering something this much fun, and being brave enough to go through with it. This is just the start, she thought, but of course in a childish fashion. She was, after all, still pretty much a child. Cynthia took a while longer than Raven had, and Raven's tongue got a little tired, but she didn't slow down. At last Cynthia began trembling and writhing, and Raven could tell the girl had felt it. She'd felt it good. Raven crawled up and lay across Cynthia's body, and they giggled and hugged and kissed. Raven pulled the sheet over them, and they lay, side by side, holding each other, and drifted into sleep. --==+==- That was just the first of many nights they spent, in each other's arm and beneath each other's tongues. Almost every weekend they managed to spend the night at one or the other's houses. They had been good friends before, but they were closer than ever, now that they knew what rewards love could bring. Raven had become an intensely sexual creature, she masturbated every night with the shower nozzle, and often with the spinner after she'd gone to bed. She loved and appreciated her times with Cynthia, but she was always on the lookout to widen her horizons. Her next sexual conquest was a little further afield than her friend. Raven had a teacher at school that she adored. She had had a major crush on him since day one. His named was Mr. Norman, or that's what the kids called him although Norman was actually his first name. We won't give his last name, since the statute of limitations hasn't ran out on this story. He was a good teacher, and he'd kept his nose clean and had never gotten into trouble in the ten years he'd been teaching. He liked kids, and he especially liked little girls, though he hid it well. Maybe he didn't know yet, who knows. At least until Raven came along. Raven had him her last hour, for math. She was good at math, and hardly ever needed help from him, although at times she dumbed herself down to get some personalized instruction. She'd never done anything improper when that happened, and of course never had he. That was, however, the old Raven. The new Raven was little different. When she began to cast about in her mind for directions to take to explore her new-found sexuality, Mr. Norman was the first thing that came to mind. It was perfect, she thought. She even sat on the front row. That alone begged for some form of exploitation. Raven had been, so far, almost a tomboy. She wore jeans and shorts in the summer, she hardly ever wore dresses. School, however, was a different matter. Raven's school had a dress code, and young ladies wore skirts and blouses, typical schoolgirl uniforms. She hadn't liked that much, so far, but suddenly it seemed okay with her. Suddenly she seemed right at home in a skirt. "Cynthia," she whispered in the girl's restroom, as the girls prepared for lunch break. "Look, darlin'. No panties." There were no other girls in the restroom. She lifted her skirt, and showed Cynthia her bare, hairless little pussy. Cynthia squealed and giggled. "You been like that all day?" she asked. "Yeah..." said Raven. "You should try it... it's mash fun. And Cynth..." she still looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Cynth, I'm gonna show Norm my mouse in sixth." The two girls dissolved in giggles. "Are you really?" asked Cynthia. "Shit yeah," said Raven. "I love him. I want him to do what you do, I want him to lick it an' shit." Cynthia giggled some more. "Darlin'," she finally said, "just don't forget who got you started. Save some o' that shit for me." Raven stopped and pressed her lips to the other girl. "Darlin'," she said, "don't worry. I'll have my fun with Mr. Norman, but I'll love you the most." "Just tell me all the shit, darlin'," said Cynthia, giggling helplessly. --==+==- Mr. Norman had seen a lot of crazy shit, during the years he'd stood at the front of the classroom. Raven's smooth, pale little pussy wasn't the first pussy that he'd seen, even. It was the first so blatantly and unmistakably exposed, though. The others, he'd felt, had been accidents. This one was most certainly not, judging by the impish half-smile on her lips, as her eyes bored into his. Well, not always his eyes, his eyes were darting from her eyes to her crotch, down and back up and down again. He stumbled in mid-sentence, completely losing his train of thought. He was trying to explain what a ephemeris was, and how it was dependent on mathematics, but he found he could no longer even say the word. He finally let it drop, mumbled something about a chapter to review, and sat carefully in his desk, feeling for his chair since he found himself unable to look away from the beauty that Raven was showing him. She just sat there, her skirt pulled up slightly, knowing full well he was seeing every bit of her. She smiled at him, wondering if he was brave enough to just stare at it. He was, and did, after he sat. She giggled to herself, seeing him lick his lips. She wondered if he could resist her, if she stayed in his classroom after the bell rang. The bell rang. "Class dismissed," said Mr. Norman in a distant voice. "Raven, could I see you for a moment?" She smiled to herself, and stood. She left her books on her desk, but she followed the crowd of kids to the door. He stared after her, puzzled and a little disappointed. She didn't leave the room, though, she just closed the door and locked it. The door had glass inlays, but luckily it was frosted glass. She turned, and slowly made her way back to her desk. He watched her, silent, for now. She turned her desk halfway, and climbed up in the seat, sitting on the top, facing him. She spread her legs widely, way wider than she was able sitting normally, and yanked her skirt up almost to her waist. He was shocked at her aggressiveness, shocked and pleased. Finally, he thought, after all these years, finally the good shit is starting. He idly hoped his cellmate would have a small dick. "Raven... darling..." he finally said. She just smiled at him, an almost cocky grin on her face. She knew she was blowing his mind. He had scooted his chair out from behind his desk until it was even with hers, and she was surprised and pleased to see a large lump in his pants. She had looked at naked men with Cynthia the other night on the computer, and the girls had finally made the connection between hard protruding penises and sexual excitement in males. She was pleased to see that Mr. Norman most definitely seemed attracted to her, if that lump was any indication. "Yes, Norm?" she said sweetly. He didn't bother to correct her familiarity. "Darling... what do you want... from me?" he finally asked, hoping just for a few more minutes of this. He didn't dare hope for anything more. Well, he hoped, but he wasn't going to do anything, other than let her do whatever she did. He wasn't going to encourage or discourage her. What will be will be, he thought... though, actually, that's not a very good defense when the lawyers start arguing. "Mr. Norman..." she finally said, after appearing to think. "I just wanted to make you smile. I wanted to make you happy." "Oh, darling," he said, "you've done that. You have no idea how much you've done that." She laughed. She saw more and more possibilities. Especially after... after some of those things she'd learned from the internet, the other night. She slowly slid down from her desk. "Mr. Norman... Norm..." she said, walking up to him. "If I've made you happy, maybe you can make me happy." She turned and backed up to him, lowering her butt, and sat in his lap. She felt his hardness, beneath her, and giggled. I'm doing that, she thought just as she had thought with Cynthia. I'm making him do that. She felt powerful, powerful and... sexy... she had a thought, at that moment, that this was completely due to the power of sex. She began to realize how much power she wielded. He made some kind of wordless noise, and froze. The feel of her hot firm body on top of his was overpowering. She crushed his hardness beneath her tight bottom, but damn... it felt good. He realized he was dangerously closed to ejaculating. "Honey..." he finally managed. She leaned back and said, "Shhh..." and he shut up. She reached down with her left hand and pulled her skirt up to her waist, and with her right hand she took his right. She brought it around front, and pressed his hand into her hot cunt. The feel of her hot dampness on his fingers was electrifying. His hair almost stood on end. She scrubbed his fingers into herself, and within moments, when she pulled her hand away, he was rubbing with no assistance. She felt incredible to him, hot and wet and smooth as silk... his wife was a hairy beast, but this shit... this shit was incredible. Smooth as silk, he thought. Smooth as goddam fucking silk. He was content just to rub for a while, bringing his left hand around to help. He stopped a moment, and raised his hand to his nose, to smell her fabulous smell. He knew it would be fabulous, and he was not disappointed. He felt a twitch from his cock, as it cried for release. God, the girl smelled wonderful. The girl was wonderful. Whatever happens after this, he thought, it'll be worth it. For some reason he implicitly trusted her, he knew that a child this brutally open and honest couldn't be setting him up. He rubbed his left hand in the crease of her leg for a minute, right beside her pussy, and raised it to his nose. He just left it there after that, drinking in her scent, and the sweaty pussy smell was so intense it turned him on so much that he just about exploded. He felt for the tiny bud of her hard little clit, and concentrated on it. He could die happy, if he made this girl cum, he thought. To taste her... he didn't dare hope for that. For now, he'd just be happy to give her a nice orgasm, to give her something back for the gifts she had given him. Raven, in her special way, the way that she'd gotten so good at, came like crazy. Juice oozed from her cunt, and his fingers that weren't on her clit smeared and slid around in it. He dared to put his little finger inside her sweet cunt, feeling the solidness of her maidenhead, but was careful not to tear it. He whipped her clit faster and harder, and she exploded, her legs trembling and shaking, her breath ragged. Her feet, imprisoned in shoes, still arched and curled. He was proud of himself, for how well she came. He was surprised, she just seemed to go on and on. He promised himself to try extra hard for his wife, next time... maybe she'd stop bitching if he could give her a twenty second orgasm... but he knew what he'd be thinking of, when he did it. He knew what he'd be thinking of for the rest of his life, what his new standard of sexiness was. Raven calmed down, and turned her head, smiling at him. "Thank you," she said softly, and he nodded. "Glad to do it for you, darlin'," he said and they both giggled. "Mr. Norman," she said, sliding out of his lap. With regret he felt his hand slide out of her crotch. He plastered that hand beneath his nose, once again drinking in her wonderful smells. She motioned for him to scoot his chair over in front of his desk. She lifted herself up onto his desk, and sat, once again spreading her legs and lifting her skirt out of the way. With joy he realized what was about to happen. "My girlfriend Cynthia likes to lick my... my mouse," she said. "Do you wanna do that a little?" He smiled at her calling it a mouse. He hadn't heard that one before. And he was powerfully turned on to think of Cynthia, shy pretty little Cynthia eating this girl's sweet cunt. He placed his hands on her upper thighs, and leaned into her, drawing a heavy breath in through his nose. She smelled wonderful. Little girls smell sexier than big girls, he realized. She felt his hair tickle her stomach, and then she felt his tongue, on her favorite spot. She relaxed and leaned back, and let him do his thing. He could never remember being happier. He knew he was spoiled, now, for life. Nothing would ever be this good, again... unless he could do this, again. He didn't dare hope. Still, they had almost the whole year ahead of them... surely... if she enjoyed this as much as she'd seemed, so far... He drew a deep sniff again, inhaling her wonderful odor. Oh, he thought, if this moment could just go on forever. He knew the longer they went, the more they pushed the line. The janitors would be in the building, within the hour. And they had keys. The second time she came that afternoon was good, and the third even better. She felt her legs almost cramp, she came so hard. He was good, his tongue was stiffer and stronger than Cynthia's... and he had a good style... he'd obviously done it a few times before. She finally sat up, and hugged his head to her body. "Mr. Norman..." she said, "I know we gotta stop... but would you do one thing for me?" "Darling, anything," he said, and fervently meant it. He loved her more now that he could comprehend, he knew she was burned into his brain forever. He had one percent of his love left, for his wife and the rest of the world. Ninety nine percent of it... was going right to her, to this wonderful little girl who'd made his life worthwhile once again. "I never... I never seen one, for real. Could I see yours?" she asked, almost shyly, considering the things she'd done so far. He laughed. "Of course," he said, not even worrying about the ramifications of such an act. He no longer cared. Her slightest wish was his command. He stood back from her, unzipped his slacks, and at last his rock-hard cramped cock knew release. "Oh, Mr. Norman!" she breathed, staring. He had a nice one, he was no John Holmes, not that she had the slightest idea who John Holmes was, but he had a nice one. Maybe seven inches in length, circumcised, and well formed. She took it in visually, and finally reached out hesitantly, and took it in hand. He stepped forward, looking down, turned on beyond all reason as the sexy young girl handled his cock. She giggled, and drew strings of pre-cum out until they snapped. He was flowing heavy, today. She jacked him slightly, and he felt a twitch. He knew he was close. "Baby..." he said, "do you want to see how a man does it? How a man cums?" She nodded, gazing at him, her eyes shining and her whole face smiling. "Stand beside me, out of the way," he said. "Just do what you were doing, jack it a little. It won't take long." She stood beside him, and gave him a hand job that a Japanese massuese would be envious of. Within seconds his whole body jerked, and he squirted a giant glob of semen onto the floor. She giggled and kept jerking, and he squirted again and again, his prostate almost clenching in pain, he came so hard. "Baby," he breathed, "that was intense. Thank you, darling, thank you..." She turned to him, letting go of his cock, and hugged him carefully. "Mr. Norm," she said, her eyes still smiling, "could I... could I taste it?" She'd seen dozens of jpg's, the other night, of girls giving blow jobs. She almost regretted not thinking of it sooner. She remembered one girl with a mouthful of milky whiteness, and remembered that she'd wondered what it tasted like. "Of course, darling," he said, realizing his cock was still almost hard. It had barely gone down any, he was still so turned on. This girl brought out the best in him. She leaned down, and he felt her breath on his cock as she looked at it from inches away. At least she leaned in and he felt her hot mouth surround him. She sucked him in, running his cock almost to the base, and then back out. She did it a few more times, making him wonder at the extent of her experience. But... she'd said she'd never even seen one before... probably that goddam internet. She didn't suck him for long, just long enough to get a feel for it, and long enough to taste his bitter sperm in her mouth. I'll do a little more of this next time, she thought. Without giving the matter much thought she accepted that there would be a next time. I'll do this first, next time, she promised herself. She finally let him drop, and stood. They closed again, and he hugged her, almost crushing her against his body. He wanted to hold her for the rest of his life. With reluctance he finally released her. She giggled, staring at his half-hard cock. He smiled and waggled it at her, then put it away. It was over, he thought sadly. It never lasts near long enough. "See you tomorrow," she whispered, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He smiled, and watched the insanely sexy bounce of her little ass as she left the room. He sighed heavily, shook his head and looked for his briefcase. --==+==- Cynthia had walked home with her that night, and they barricaded themselves in Raven's room. Raven recounted her adventures of that afternoon, among much giggling and shrieks of laughter. "Cynth..." Raven said, her eyes smiling. "Next time... next time you gotta get in on that shit. Come to his room, when school's out. I won't start 'til you get there, promise." "I dunno..." said Cynthia shyly. "I mean... he's a guy and all... I dunno if I'd be brave enough..." "Oh, you're brave enough with me. It's no different," said Raven, laughing. She'd surprise Mr. Norman, next time. She'd really show him a good time, with Cynthia there. --==+==- Raven lay in bed, her mind churning. What next, she thought. Mr. Norman... she planned on that happening, again. And Cynthia, every chance she got. But she wanted more. What could she try, next? Mr. Murphy. Of course. She wondered why she hadn't thought of him before now. The one guy in town that already had a reputation... for liking little girls. Mr. Murphy ran a little store downtown, both a curio store, and a candy store. All the kids made fun of him for being a pervert... she knew that word, long before she actually knew what it meant. She didn't know if he really was or not... she'd asked her Mom once, if he was a bad man, and her mom had just laughed and said that people made a big deal out of anything, whatever that meant. Raven knew, though... she knew he liked girls... his eyes never left her, on those occasions when she'd been in his shop. He stared at her, and whoever she had been with... probably Cynthia. She just had a feeling about him. She'd give him a chance, maybe... he was an old fart, like her brother had once said, but so what... old farts could still lick. She'd see if he was brave enough. The next afternoon, Raven told her mom she was going to see Cynthia. Be careful, her mother said, and if it's close to dark call me and I'll come get you. Raven nodded, let herself out of the house, and walked the few blocks to downtown. She walked along the sidewalk, and finally stood before Mr. Murphy's shop. She looked in the window, and he looked out at her. No one else was in the store. Good, she thought. She let herself in, hearing the bell on the door chime. "Good evening, darling," he said. Good start, she thought. "Hello, Mr. Murphy," she said. "Just stopped in to say hi." "I'm not sure I remember your name..." he said. "Are you Reavah?" She laughed. "Close," she said. "Raven." "Ah yes, Raven," he said. "Raven, my dear, pick something out and I'll give you a sample." He indicated the jars of candy, peppermint sticks and other assorted goodies behind the glass. She eyed the candy critically, and finally chose a peppermint stick. He handed it to her with his tongs, and she accepted it graciously. How can I start this? she thought. She hadn't really dressed for the occasion, she was still wearing her school uniform, though she knew by now that most guys thought she looked cute in it. She'd taken her panties off before she'd left the house, though. She loved the feeling of walking about pantyless, and was doing it more and more often. Once again, she wondered how to make something happen. On impulse she stuck the whole stick of peppermint in her mouth, and drew it straight back out, slowly. She plunged it in again, well aware of his gaze, and slowly pulled it out, sucking until her cheeks puckered in. She was remembering a movie she'd seen on Cynthia's Dad's computer, and what the girl in it did. Mr. Murphy just stared at her, his eyes wide open. She opened her mouth and licked the end of the stick, running her tongue around it. She kissed it, and sucked it back into her mouth again. She heard an audible groan from Mr. Murphy, and giggled to herself. "You are really..." he said slowly, "you really seem to be enjoying that." She looked him square in the eyes, like she had looked at Mr. Norman. Her gaze was unwavering and commanded attention. He couldn't look away. "It's not my first," she said, remembering the feel and taste of Mr. Norman in her mouth. Mr. Murphy almost visibly recoiled at that. He looked around like he was unsure if other people were in hearing range. Then he looked back at her. She was still running the peppermint stick in and out of her mouth, sucking her cheeks in as she did. He just stared at her, and, like Mr. Norman, he licked his lips. "Little darlin'," he finally said. "You have made my day. Thank you for comin' in today." She laughed. She had an idea, a perfectly wonderful nasty idea. "Mr. Murphy," she said. "Can I go back there?" She indicated the doorway behind him. She had no idea what lay in the back of the shop, she'd never been back there. But she knew it was a little more private than the main room of the store. He gulped, and nodded. She could see panic and lust warring in his eyes, though she couldn't identify them as such. She walked around the counter. The room behind the storefront was shielded from view with a piece of cloth hanging down in the doorway, and she swept it aside and went through. The back room appeared to be a storeroom, and also contained a desk messy with papers. "Girl..." he finally said, his voice low and husky. She looked back. He had followed. Lust had won. She raised an eyebrow at him. She had realized, by then, the completeness of her power over him. Over any male, in fact. She knew that almost nothing was beyond her power, at this time. The power that simply doing the crazy things her brain thought up gave her. "Girl," he said quietly, "you're not gonna get me in trouble, are you?" She smiled. "I'm not gettin' nobody in trouble," she said. "I just wanna make people happy." She went and stood before the desk. She looked at him again. He held his hands over his crotch, and she knew what he was hiding. She was starting to see those lumps pretty regularly, now that she understood how the game was played. "Mr. Murphy," she said, "I'm gonna give you somethin', if you want it." She took the peppermint stick out of her mouth, and turned to face the desk. She leaned down, resting on her chest in the middle of the pile of papers. She flipped her skirt up over her butt, and heard him suck in a convulsive breath of air at the sight of her naked flesh. She knew her bottom looked cute, she looked at it in the bathroom mirror often enough. She heard a foot scrape on the floor, as he took a few hesitant steps closer. She grabbed a buttock with her free hand, and spread her ass cheeks apart. She reached back with the peppermint stick, and felt it touch right in the center of her asshole. Perfect aim, she thought. She pressed it into her body slowly, her saliva providing lubrication. It slid into her easily, and satisfied some primal urge she never knew she'd had until now. Raven hadn't played with her butt a lot, she'd stuck her finger in it a few times, and also the smooth rounded head of an ink pen. Even she was unsure why she did it today. She somehow knew instinctively how much it would turn the old geezer on. He watched her hypnotically, his hands kneading the lump in his pants. She pushed the peppermint stick into her ass until her fingertips touched her butt, and then drew it out. Then in again, and out. In and out, in and out. At last she withdrew it completely from her puckered orifice, and held it out to him. He took a step forward and took it from her hand with trembling fingers. With an eager, almost hungry look in his eyes he slurped it into his mouth. Mr. Murphy was, as the rumors have indicated, a pervert. An old school pervert. He loved little girls, and he especially loved little girl's asses. He was very careful, and had managed to stay out of trouble for the last twenty years. This one couldn't have gotten under his skin any quicker or more completely. This one had won the battle with one shot. He was careful, like I said, but this one hadn't really given him a chance to be careful or not. Mr. Murphy almost jumped out of his skin when the bell on the front door of his shop rang. His heart almost stopped. He hastily re-arranged things in his pants. "Don't move, darling, please don't move! Whatever you do, don't come out front!" he whispered urgently, and disappeared through the doorway, the peppermint stick still in his mouth. Raven laughed softly to herself, and relaxed. She didn't move a muscle. In a few minutes he was back, after sending the customer on his way, locking the front door and flipping the "Back in 15" sign. "Darling, oh little darling," he breathed, approaching his goddess. He knelt before the desk, and plastered his face into her hard, tight little rump without asking. She laughed again as he licked her anus. It didn't feel as good as her clitty bump in front had, but it did feel good. That he loved her enough to lick her where her poop came from was powerful magic to her. She decided she liked it. She started wondering what Cynthia's bottom might taste like. Maybe she'd try that... and hey, tomorrow night was Friday night... she just might have Cynthia over. Raven was content to lay there, as Mr. Murphy made love to her asshole with his lips and tongue. He had long since freed his cock, and was slowly jacking it. He licked her asshole, and gently bit her buttocks. Her ass tasted sweeter than... well, sweeter than candy to him. He pushed his tongue past her sphincter, feeling her fantastic tightness. It was almost too tight, but he had a hard tongue. He was never so turned on in his whole life. This was way better than that other girl. This one was his favorite, now. That other girl had been worth a few years in the pen... but this one... he'd spend the rest of his life for this one, if he had to. He didn't have to. Raven had no ulterior motives, she was just being Raven. She was just doing what she did best. She loved the feeling of his tongue on her asshole. She reached back with both hands, and spread her butt cheeks a little further apart. "Darling," he finally said, raising up from her. She turned her head. "Just the cap, darling," he begged, trying not to whine. But he almost couldn't stand it. "What do you mean?" she asked, not understanding. "Let me put it in, just the end, just the cap," he said, indicating something below her line of site. She correctly guessed it was his cock. She turned slightly, finally getting a glimpse of it. Raven had seen her share of porn, on her Dad's computer, and at Cynthia's. She knew what fucking was. She'd never actually seen butt fucking, well she'd probably seen it but not recognized it for that. The concept of butt fucking was really no more strange to her than regular pussy fucking. She was, of course, a butt virgin, just as she was a pussy virgin. She held no real attachment to either of those virginities though. She didn't really care. "I guess..." she said, nodding. She'd let him try. Honestly, the concept of butt fucking was so unknown to her she wasn't aware that it was rumored, probably rightly so, to hurt like hell. She didn't know that, either. Had she known that, she might have said no. "Oh, thank you, thank you..." Mr. Murphy gushed. "I'll be careful... thank you, darlin'..." She felt something warm and wet touch her little puckered asshole. She didn't realize it but he'd just spit into the center of her ass. She felt something else touch her back there, and subconsciously her anus puckered up tightly. "Try to relax, darlin'," Mr. Murphy said, feeling her asshole clamp down on the head of his cock. She squinched her eyes shut, and tried her hardest to relax. He pressed, slowly and carefully, into her body. She felt a twinge of pain, and then a stab. She made a little peep, and he instantly stopped. "It's... it's okay..." she finally said. It had stopped hurting. He gently pressed a little deeper, and stopped. To his credit, he'd barely put half his dick in her ass. And luckily, he was certainly no John Holmes. "How does that feel, baby..." he asked. His hands were carefully holding the sides of her hips. "Okay... I guess..." she said. It did feel good, she felt full of him. With amusement she realized it felt like she needed to poop. Her starfish did sting a little, but not enough to make her regret what she'd done. She felt a little more adult, doing adult things. She felt a little proud of herself. And wait 'til I tell Cynthia, she thought. "I'm going to pump on you a little, darlin'," Mr. Murphy said, and she nodded. He gently pulled out most of the way, and then pressed back in. He knew it wouldn't take long, and it didn't. In, out, in, out a dozen times... suddenly his prostate exploded and he squirted five or six giant squirts into her virgin-no-more ass. He sighed with pleasure and release. He knew, like Mr. Norman, that his life would never be the same again. Raven was content to lay there, and feel him inside her body. She wondered what it would feel like, in her other hole. If it would feel way better. She actually kind of hoped it would... and her clit was in front, it almost had to be better. Well, she was just a kid, maybe all this didn't really occur to her... she just hoped it'd be better. Mr. Murphy finally pulled his de-tumescent prick from her body. He leaned down and kissed her sweet asshole goodbye. He didn't dare to even think that this would happen again. No one could be so lucky. Raven finally stood, and stared at his now-soft cock. It looked tiny to her, after seeing Mr. Norman's, in all it's glory. And she'd never seen Mr. Norman's get soft. "Darling," Mr. Murphy said, sweeping her beautiful hair out of her eyes for her. "Darling, you have given me something very precious, and I'll love you forever for it. Please stop by any time, and have your pick of candy. Just stop by to say hi, if nothing else." She giggled, and hugged him. Yeah, she'd stop by. Who knows what might happen, but she'd stop by. And a lifetime supply of free candy didn't sound bad, either. --==+==- Cynthia giggled like crazy, as Raven told her about Mr. Murphy taking her in his little bathroom and letting her squirt his jism out her bottom. And how he'd wiped the sticky stuff off her ass like she was a little girl. They both had hysterics, laying in each other's arms in Raven's bed. "You are the shit, girl," said Cynthia, admiringly. Raven laughed. They had the whole night before them. She felt like doing something new, and nasty. She remembered the feeling of Mr. Murphy's tongue on her asshole. Maybe Cynthia would like to try something new, she thought. She wondered what the girl tasted like back there. There were still new things for them to try. We got plenty of time, she thought. Plenty of time. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. 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