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 Linda is in my 7th grade sex-ed class.  She's cute and a top student but,
unlike most good students, sits at the back of the room.  She never raises
her hand to answer a question but always knows the answer when I call on
her.  She's small, not five feet tall yet, short brown hair and always
dresses conservatively.  When she wears a sweater you can see two nice
bumps on her chest; in a blouse they're not so apparent.  Her skirts, when
she wears them, are generally down to the knees but still show some nice
legs forming.  But she wears pants a lot and doesn't seem to want her good
looks to stand out.

   It was on a Friday, about half-way through the semester when she
lingered after class and stunned me with her question.  "How come you don't
talk about 'doing it?'"

   I'm sure my jaw dropped to the floor.  When I recovered I said, "We have
talked about it.  We just didn't go into detail."

   "So, when kids start doing it, how are they supposed to know what to
do?" she asked.

   "They're not supposed to be doing it at your age."

   "Get real, Mr.  Phillips.  Some kids are already doing it."

   "Well, what I try to teach is that it's very dangerous to be doing stuff
like that at age 12 or 13."

   "Yeah, but kids are gonna be doing it anyway.  Couldn't you just show a
film or something that show how to do it?"

   "No.  I'm told by the school what I can teach and showing the
nitty-gritty, down-and-dirty sex part isn't part of the curriculum."

   "So, how does anyone learn?"

   "Now we're getting into dangerous ground."

   "Well, how DOES someone learn how to do it right?"

   "From here on we can't be student-teacher.  This conversation isn't
really happening.  Ok?"

   "Ok."

   "People usually learn from someone older -- someone with some
experience."

   "Like who?"

   "Like an older boy or girl."

   "But the older boys don't wanna hang with a 7th grader."

   "Yeah.  That's a problem."

   "So, what about a teacher?"

   "I told you.  That's not something I can discuss in class."

   "What about out of class, like on a weekend or something?"

   I knew I was getting into deep water here and I knew -- or thought I
knew -- where she was heading with this conversation.  I could feel myself
becoming aroused -- that "squirmy" feeling down between my legs-- and I
began to see her differently.  She was cute, yes, but now I saw her as
sexy, too.  She was standing next to my desk and from where I was sitting,
my eyes were just about level with her little boobs.  She had chosen to
wear a sweater that day and I found myself looking for the telltale lines
of a bra.  I couldn't see any but I also couldn't believe she had gone all
day without one.  I could see little bumps that must have been her nipples.
Surely the other kids would have noticed them, too, if she had not worn a
bra.

   Or, perhaps she had removed her bra at the class break.  This was the
last class for the day, so she could hold her notebook in front of her as
she came in and no one would have noticed during class.  Seventh grade
girls' chests range from perfectly flat to well-developed.  Linda was
somewhere in between, with little pointy mounds; definitely breasts but
probably not more than a mouthful.

   "...Mr, Phillips?...Mr.  Phillips?"

   "I...  uh...  What were you saying?"

   "I was asking if you could talk to me about stuff after class or on
Saturday."

   She knew damn well that I had been staring at her boobs.  I focused on
her face again and caught the little "gotcha" smile.  Why not?  I thought
to myself.  "I suppose so," I said to her.  "But it has to be considered
'unofficial,'" I added.

   "You mean I shouldn't tell anyone."

   "That's right."

   "Don't worry, I won't.  'Cuz if I did, my folks would kill me.  They're
so uptight they won't even let me watch some shows on TV because they say
they're 'dirty.' Can I come over to your house tomorrow?"

   Geez.  No time to think this through.  I could feel myself stiffening as
my mind raced through my options.  Turn her down flat?  Meet her somewhere
public?  Let her come to my apartment?  Keep the teacher-student
arrangement or get myself into her panties?  I held a file folder over my
lap as my pants began to tent.  "I suppose so," I said, realizing it was
going to be my apartment.  I'd let things flow until I could be certain she
wouldn't blow the whistle on me if I got into her scivvies.  "Do you know
where I live?"

   "No."

   "Ok.  I'll write out the address.  I have an apartment at the Seven
Oaks. Do you know where that is?"

   "Yeah.  I have a girlfriend who lives on the next block.  What time
should I be there?"

   "Is 10:00 ok?"

   "Yeah.

   "Ok.  See ya then," she gushed as she spun and ran out of the room,
giggling.

   Oh, shit!  What am I doing?  I've got a sexy little 12 year-old coming
over to talk about sex and I know I really want to get into her panties.  I
wonder how she'll look down there.  She has titties; does she have any hair
yet?  Is she big enough to fuck?  What does she know already?  Would she
even want to fuck?

   Maybe she just wants someone to tell her it's all right to touch
herself. In class, I've carefully avoided any endorsement of masturbation.
I talk about it without going into any detail and the answer to the
inevitable question, "Is masturbation bad for you?" is non-commital.  "It's
not bad physically but some people believe it's not an acceptable thing to
do." Well, shit, I LOVE masturbation and I recommend it when I'm not
shackled by the school board.

   Hell, maybe she just wants to know about kissing and touching.  I doubt
she's done much of either.  I remember how daunting it was for me in 6th
and 7th grade.  The first girl I kissed told her friends it was like
kissing a wet washrag.  That comment could have scarred me for life!  Damn
her, Linda Forrest!  But I met Barbara in 7th grade and we learned together
and it was such fun!

   I didn't sleep well that night.  First I cleaned up the apartment,
cleared off table-tops, vacuumed, aired the place out and sprayed some
floral-scented stuff around.  I BBQ'd some sausages and made some cole slaw
for dinner, finished grading papers and tried to watch some TV.  But I was
fidgeting around, wondering what the script would be the next morning.  I
thought about what I would wear; not too sexy.  No silk shirts.  Slacks and
sport shirt, loafers with no socks sounded right -- and NO underwear.  On
the chance that my pants might come off, I wanted no delay in showing off
my equipment.

   I'm built pretty well and I work out three times a week.  My cock is
about 5" when flaccid and almost 7" when hard.  Some guys have these tiny
little soft cocks -- 2 or 3 inches, tops -- and then grow to 8" hard.  I
don't know why that is.  Others, like me, have a nice soft sausage to fill
out our Speedos but it doesn't grow proportionately when it stiffens.  I
think mine looks great soft OR hard.  But I doubt Linda has any frame of
reference at 12.  Nonetheless, I was imagining myself dropping trou in
front of her and watching her eyes get big as my "little man" was unveiled
for her.  It started to twitch just thinking about it.

   I have a portable hard drive loaded with pics downloaded from the web --
pics of girls between 10 or 11 and perhaps 15 in various states of undress.
It also contains a few mpegs of girls being fucked by their fathers or
brothers or uncles.  I found one with a girl who loosely resembled Linda,
got naked and masturbated while watching it and trying to picture Linda and
myself doing it.  I came about 30 seconds into the clip and then just
milked every last drop as I watched the rest of the clip.  They're never
very long and I don't, either, if I've had a long dry spell.  And I have.

   I saw images in my mind of Linda stepping out of her clothes for me.  I
imagined how her hips were beginning to form and saw a faint triangle of
soft brown hairs between her legs.  I stayed hard most of the night as I
dreamt of Linda straddling my face and, later, of her toying with my hard
cock -- fondling it, licking it, sucking it.  I awoke as I started to cum
and managed to reach down to catch it in my bare hand.  I staggered to the
bathroom, not quite awake and upset that I had interupted a wonderful
dream. I changed the linens in the morning.

   I was up by 6:00 a.m., making sure everything was in order.  I wanted it
to look like a teacher's place, with books and papers visible, but I also
wanted to make it look romantic, too -- whatever romantic is for a
7th-grader.  I spent extra time in the shower washing my cock and balls and
even gave my asshole a special washing, not wanting any unromantic odors. I
went to the market and stocked up on soft drinks and sandwich materials; I
was hoping she would stay for lunch -- and more.  In the romantic
department, I bought a bouquet of spring flowers and a nice vase for them.
I went through my music collection and found some soft classical music.  I
was going to do everything but wear tweed and light up a pipe.

   I got nervous when the knock at my door didn't come at 10:00, or ten
minutes after.  At 10:15 I heard a very tentative knock.  I opened the door
to see her nervously looking from side to side, I suppose to see if anyone
saw her come to my door.  There was no one.  "Hi," she said.  "Come in," I
said.  She looked both ways again and then ducked quickly inside.  She was
dressed in shorts, sandals and a Spandex tube top that nicely accented her
figure, what there was of it.  She had slim legs, nice little hips, a
neatly pinched in waist and two good-sized mounds in the tube top.  Her
school clothes effectively hid a nice little figure but she was showing it
all off today.

   I invited her in, not knowing what to say or do under the circumstances,
and got her a soft drink before asking her to sit on the sofa.  I sat
across from her in an easy chair, my mind racing.  She sat demurely, knees
together.  "What would you like to talk about?" I asked.

   "I...umm...  I wanna know about blow jobs."

   Holy shit!  I thought.  Better tread water for a while.  "That's not
something we talk about in class."

   "Yeah, I know.  That's why I wanted to talk to you today."

   "So, what got you interested in blow jobs?" Geez, how far was this gonna
go, I thought.  Is she serious?

   "I...umm...my friend Susan said all the boys want blow jobs and I don't
know what one is."

   "Does she know about blow jobs?"

   "I guess so.  I didn't want her to know I don't know about whatever they
are so I changed the subject.  She always seems to know about stuff and I
don't."

   "Oh, I see.  So, do you have a boyfriend?"

   "No.  But when I get one I wanna know about blow jobs if that's what he
wants."

   "I see.  You know that blow jobs are a kind of sex act, right?"

   "Yeah.  That's what I figured."

   Man, was my mind going a mile a minute.  Here was this sexy little 12
year-old girl asking me to tell her about one of my favorite things in life
and I was scared shitless.  It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up
but what might the cost be?  My job?  My reputation?  Jail?  But, damn, she
was cute and I was becoming really horny just thinking about what might be.
"Well, you know we're waaay out in left field talking about stuff like
this."

   "Yeah."

   "It's not part of the class and I could get into big trouble if people
found out what we were talking about."

   "They won't find out.  Like I said, my folks'd kill me if they knew I
was doing some kinda sex thing.  They're really uptight."

   "So, this would be just between you and me, you understand."

   "Yeah, I wouldn't dare say anything cuz I'd be in big trouble."

   "Ok.  But I gotta give you some stuff to think about first.  Ok?"

   "Ok," she nodded.

   "All right.  Sex is about pleasure.  I know what I said in class about
sex being to make babies.  That's true but that's not all of it.  Actually,
making babies is usually an unintended consequence.  You follow?"

   "What's an 'unintended consequence?"

   "It's when you do something and something you hadn't intended or
expected happens.  When you're having sex for fun, a baby is an unintended
consequence -- an unwanted consequence."

   "Ok."

   Sex is about pleasure, usually between a man and a woman but it could
also be between two men or two women of a mixture of three or four men and
women.  It's about making someone feel good..."

   "Umm...Ok."

   "...  and blow jobs are just one part of that."

   "Yeah, so what do I do?"

   I couldn't believe my good fortune.  She was inviting me.  She was as
good as gift-wrapped for me if I played it right.  "I can tell you but it
would be better if I showed you.  I have some pictures.  It would make more
sense if we looked at those first."

   "Ok."

   "Let me fire up the computer.  I have some really neat stuff."

   "You mean 'porno?.'"

   "Some people call it that.  Porno is whatever is sexually distasteful to
you.  'Erotic art' is either written or visual art of whatever is
comfortable for you.  I don't like pain, for example, so I would call
pictures of someone being whipped or burned or something like that 'porno.'
I call men and women pleasing one another 'erotic.'"

   "I've never seen any porno stuff."

   "This isn't porno.  These picture illustrate what a man and a woman can
do for each other to give one another pleasure."

   I moved two straight-backed chairs over in front of my desktop and
booted it.  I had a great collection of teens doing everything imaginable
and a few of older guys like me with young girls.  I started with the
teens. Linda sat next to me, drink in hand, while I found the folders I
wanted.  I started with a series of a teen couple, both dressed initially
and then becoming progressively undressed while kissing and fondling one
another.  Linda sat perfectly still as I moved from one photo to the next.

   I explained as we went through the pictures that girls like to have
their breasts touched and fondled and how guys liked to have a girl's hand
on their crotch, feeling their "package."

   "Their 'package?'"

   "Yeah, their cock and balls -- err...  penis and testicles."

   "Hehe.  I like 'cock and balls' better."

   "So do I.  So do most people."

   "Ok, so what comes next."

   I showed her several pics of the girl opening his fly and drawing his
cock out, still semi-soft.  The next few showed her kissing the tip and
licking the length of it.

   "Oh, wow.  doesn't that taste yucky?"

   "Not if he keeps himself clean -- bathes regularly and washes himself
there."

   "Is that a 'blow-job?'"

   "No.  That's coming soon." I continued, showing how she put the head in
her mouth.  When she took most of the shaft deep into her mouth I stopped.
Now THAT'S a blow job."

   "So, what is she doing.  Is she blowing air into it?"

   "No, she's sucking it."

   "So, why is it called a 'blow-job?'"

   "I dunno.  But it's sucking, not blowing."

   "That doesn't make sense.  Guys like that?"

   "Guys LOVE it!  What she's doing is moving her head up and down, sucking
on it while her tongue rubs against the glans -- the little part underneath
that's so sensitive."

   "Seems silly."

   "Not really.  These still photos don't give the full picture." Now I had
my chance.  I told myself I had to stay professorial here.  "You know, the
only way it's gonna make sense to you is if I demonstrate what happens."

   "You mean actually DO IT?"

   "Yeah.  I've described it as best I can and we can stop there if you
wish." Now the hook.  "But if you want to know what you're doing with your
first boyfriend, particularly if he's older and has already had a blow-job,
then you need some experience."

   "Umm...maybe."

   She was considering it.  "But if you give a boy a blow-job and make him
feel good, he needs to do the same for you."

   "I don't have a pen-...cock.  How's he gonna do that?"

   "He would use his mouth and tongue on you -- down there.  Do you ever
touch yourself there?"

   "Ummm..." she was undecided about admitting it.  "...sometimes I do."

   "and does it feel good?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, it feels even better -- much better -- if it's a guy's tongue
instead of your finger.  He wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't do
for you what you do for him."

   "I guess."

   "So, you just know a tiny bit so far.  If you wanna know more, I'll need
to demonstrate for you."

   "Umm..ok.  What do I do?"

   "First, we take off our clothes.  We can't do this stuff with clothes
on."

   "Everything?"

   "Yeah.  Everything."

   "Are you gonna take off your clothes, too?"

   "Yeah, unless you'd rather I didn't."

   "So, how would you show me how to do it with your clothes on?"

   "You have a point.  Ok.  We'll both get naked.  Are you ok with that?"

   "I guess." With that, Linda started to untie her shoes.  I stepped out
of mine and dropped my pants.  I pulled my shirt over my head so that I was
standing there clad only in my pants, feeling my cock rising as I watched
her pull off her tank top and step out of her shorts.

   "One-Two-Three...Go," I said as I pulled my shorts down.  My cock was
still semi-soft and hanging."

   "Oh, wow," she gasped.  "That's really big!"

   "Not really.  I'm about average.  Now it's your turn.  Off with the bra
and panties."

   "I'm thinking if I wanna do this."

   "Ok.  It's up to you.  A girl should never do anything she doesn't
really want to do and she should NEVER let a guy force her to do anything.
Remember, sex is pleasure -- his pleasure and yours, especially yours.  If
it isn't something you want, don't do it.  Ok?"

   "Ok." She reached behind her and undid the bra hooks.  She bent her arm
across her breasts to cover them as she slowly slipped the bra straps down
her arms.  Then she looked up at me questioningly and slowly moved her arm
away, letting the little bra fall to the floor.  I saw two perfect little
cones -- soft and smooth -- topped with the prettiest pink circles, tiny
nipples at the centers.  I like small breasts and these were absolutely
delightful to behold.  In a year or two they would be too big (for me) but
right now they begged to be gently fondled, licked and sucked.

   Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she bent to pull down her panties and
stepout of them.  It was a look of apprehension, a look that asked if she
was doing the right thing.  Then she straightened up and stood facing me,
flat-footed, arms at her sides, her eyes still on mine.  She didn't have
much waist yet but her hips had already begun to round and they framed a
small triangle of sparse, soft, straight, dark hairs covering her monS. 
She was thin enough that you could see light through a small opening where
her legs met.  She still had a little-girl slit with no pussy lips to be
seen.

   Girls don't stay this beautiful very long.  First they're children,
which don't interest me, and soon they're women.  It's that in-between age,
when their bodies are sprouting and tender and soft and everything is new
to them that turns my knees to rubber and makes my cock twitch
involuntarily.  Yes, in the end it's sexual but initially it's just beauty
and Linda was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

   "You're a very pretty girl," I said to reassure her.  She was very, very
nervous and her look told me she knew she was quite vulnerable at the
moment.  "Remember, if it's not something you want, don't do it."

   "Yeah, you said.  I guess I'm just a little scared."

   "Well, better to be scared here with me than with your next boyfriend."

   "I guess." She paused while we just stood there and I drank in her soft
and delightful features.  "Do you really think I'm pretty?  I don't have
much boobs yet."

   "You're perfect.  Don't worry about small boobs.  Some men like small
boobs.  I prefer them.  The girls with the big boobs need hammocks to hold
them and when they take their clothes off they just hang down and I think
they're kinda ugly, myself.  But small boobs, like yours, hold their shape
without a bra and are so much prettier when you take your clothes off. 
Your boobs are more private -- to be admired by yourself and your lover and
not by just anybody.  Thank you for sharing your beauty with me."

   She blushed deeply.  "Umm...thank you -- I guess," she said, giggling.
She no longer tried to cover herself and I tried to prolong this staring
session as long as I could.  Linda was watching my cock as it slowly grew
and straightened; I was admiring her slim body and my mind was racing ahead
with a variety of lascivious thoughts.  "How do you make it do that?" she
asked, looking at my growing cock, which twitched involuntarily every few
seconds.

   "I don't, you do."

   "Huh?  I'm not doing anything."

   "You're standing there in front of me, naked and beautiful."

   "Oh, gee, Mr.  Phillips.  You must have all kinds of girlfriends
prettier than I am."

   "No.  Not really.  I date some very pretty women but none prettier than
you."

   Linda blushed again.  "So, just taking my clothes off made it do that?"

   "That's right.  When a guy sees a sexy girl and he thinks about doing
things with her, his dick gets hard, like mine is doing now."

   "Wow!  I never knew I could make it do that." After a few seconds more
of staring at it she asked, "Does it hurt or anything?"

   "No, my sweet, it feels good when it does that -- especially if the girl
he's with starts to touch it and make it feel even better."

   "Can I touch it?"

   "I'm hoping you will.  But let's sit over there on the sofa.  This is a
little awkward.  Sit next to me." We sat and I took her far hand and
wrapped her fingers around my shaft.  She waited a few seconds before she
grasped it gently.

   "Is this ok?"

   "Yes.  It feels nice."

   "What should I do now?"

   "Grip it just like you are -- maybe a little more firmly -- and then
move your hand slowly up and down." She began a slow, tentative stroke. 
"Yes, like that." Her hand felt warm and soft as she pumped by hard cock.
"This is called a 'hand-job.' If you do it right -- and long enough -- most
guys will cum."

   "Will you cum?"

   "Yeah.  But I just wanted you to get the feel of it for now.  You want
to learn about blow-jobs, right."

   "Yeah, but this is cool, too."

   "Why don't you get down on the floor and kneel between my knees." She
slid off the couch without hesitating.  I spread my knees apart and she
scooted her cute little body in between my legs.  "Ok.  Get close enough to
hold it again and do the up and down tings like you were before."

   "Ok." She scooted closer, took hold of me again and resumed her slow
stroking.  "It looks different from here.  I can see your...  umm..."

   "My balls?"

   "Yeah"

   "You can touch them, too, if you want."

   "Maybe later," she said as she contimued to be fascinated by my cock.

   "Are you ready to begin?"

   "Yeah.  Just kinda help me learn.  How should I start?"

   "Just like in the photos.  First, you should just kiss the tip." She
looked at me and back at my cock, her hand still making it's slow up and
down movement.  It felt wonderful but I didn't want to cum before she got
her mouth on it." After a few seconds thinking about it she lowered her
head and kissed the tip somewhat tentatively.

   "Like that?"

   "Yes.  Now taste it.  Lick it and put it in your mouth.  Get to know it
better,"

   "Hehe.  That's funny." She bent forward again, stuck out her tongue and
licked the head.

   "Taste it.  Put it in your mouth.  Suck on it."

   "Mmmmpppffff," she said with my cock filling her mouth.

   "What'd you say?"

   She backed away, a little string of saliva still connecting her lips to
my wet cock, "I said, 'Tastes nice.'"

   "See?  I told you.  So, now, get the whole head in your mouth and suck
on it as you move your hand up and down.  Move your tongue around on the
underside.  Suck it like a lollipop." She was sucking like a pro now. 
Evidently, she had paid close attention to the mpegs earlier.  "That's
really great, sweetie.  Lots of saliva.  It's ok to get kinda messy." She
was slurping and popping the head of my cock in and out of her mouth as she
experimented with some of the things she had seen earlier on my computer.

   "Cool," she would say now and then when she did something new.  I was
getting a hundred dollar blowjob here for free.  I could feel myself
getting close.

   "I'm gonna cum in a moment.  You're doing a great job, Linda, but if you
keep going, I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

   "Oh," she said as she lifted up quickly.  "I don't wanna do that."

   "Ok.  So, just keep on with your hand -- or I can finish it."

   "Maybe you better do it."

   "All right." I took over with my own hand, stroking myself faster and
faster as Linda watched intently.  I leaned back as I spurted several gobs
of cum onto my chest and then my stomach.  White, sticky ropes of cum
glistened as they appreared, one by one.  Linda watched wide-eyed until the
last little bit of my spunk drooled down my hand.

   "Oh, wow!  That's soooo kewl," she shrieked.  "That's just AWESOME!"

   "Try tasting it.  Put a little on your finger."

   "It looks icky."

   "Yeah, but it tastes good.  Well, it doesn't taste bad, anyway."

   "Susan says guys like girls to let them cum in their mouths.  Why is
that?" she asked as she delicately scooped a little cum onto her finger. 
She brought her finger to her nose, sniffed it, then touched the tip of her
tongue to it.

   "Go ahead.  It's ok." She looked at me, deciding, then put her finger
into her mouth and licked off the gob she had lifted off my stomach.  "Guys
are most sensitive when they're cumming so, if a girl quits sucking just
before he cums, he misses the best part -- having her lips and tongue to
stimulate him at the best possible moment."

   "Mmmmm.  Not bad," she said quietly.  savoring the taste and fixing it
in her memory.  "So, it's a better blow job if I swallow it?"

   "You don't have to swallow it.  You can just hold it in your mouth while
he's cumming and then spit it out after you've finished.  But it's kinda
messy if you're in a car or someone's living room so girls usually
swallow."

   "Yeah.  I see.  It's not bad tasting.  I could do that -- I think."

   "Well, the blow job you just gave me wasn't bad -- for a first time," I
lied.  "You'll need some practice before you're really good at it," I lied
again.  She was great, but I wanted an excuse to have her do it again.

   I continued.  "But guys your age like to brag to their friends about
whatever sex they get.  So you can be sure that, within two weeks or so,
everyone will know about whatever you do with a boy from school.  Some boys
will even claim you did stuff you never did, just because they're anxious
to seem all grown up to their friends."

   "Oh.  I wouldn't want that."

   "I know." Now I wanted to set the hook.  "So, if you're gonna give any
blow jobs, you better find an older guy or someone who goes to a different
school."

   "I don't know anyone from a different school."

   "Then it needs to be someone older who won't be likely to brag; someone
who will keep it a secret."

   "Like you and me."

   "Well, that's not quite what I meant," I lied again, "but, yes.  Neither
of us can afford to say anything to anyone."

   "Did you like the blow job?"

   "Yes, I did.  You need some practice to become really good at it but,
yes, I liked it.  I'd like to do it again."

   "Really?  It was ok?  I was worried cuz I liked it -- you taste good...
umm..down there." She pointed at my now-limp cock.  "Hey!  It's all soft
again.  What happened?"

   "Guys get soft for a while after they cum.  Girls can cum again and
again but guys only get one shot and then they need a few minutes to get
hard again."

   "When I touch myself I get all sleepy and relaxed after I cum.  I never
did it twice."

   "You never had a guy -- or a girl -- do it for you, did you?"

   "No."

   "Do you want to know how it feels?"

   "Gosh, yes!  Could we?  I mean, would you mind...ummm...  showing me?"

   "I'd love to.  Do you have more time today?"

   "Sure.  I don't have to be home till later this afternoon."

   "Ok.  A guy can do it with his finger or his tongue.  A tongue is much
better, 'cause it's wet and soft and warm.  You've done it with your finger
so you know what that feels like.  When a guy goes down on a girl, it's
pretty much the same as a blowjob -- it feels terrific to the girl, a guy
can make her cum BIG TIME(!), and a girl who keeps herself clean tastes
really, really good to a guy.  Both guys and girls have odors -- sexual
attractants -- down there."

   "So, what do we do?"

   "Ok.  Get up here on the sofa.  Slide forward until your butt is right
on the edge.  Now bring your feet up so your heels are right next to your
butt then spread them apart.  Hold your ankles if you need to."

   "You're gonna be lookin' right at me, I mean right at my pee hole."

   "Yeah, and what's more, I'm gonna be licking it and sucking on it."

   "Yuck!  Isn't that kinda gross?"

   "Not at all.  It's pretty much the same as when you licked and sucked my
dick."

   "I guess so."

   "...  and that wasn't gross, was it?"

   "No.  I liked it."

   "OK.  Same thing." Linda spread for me, her feet wide apart.  She looked
down to see what I was seeing but the angle was different and she couldn't
see much.  Nonetheless, she watched me warily as I moved forward.  I kissed
her inner thigh high up where it's fleshy and sensitive.  She drew in her
breath.  I kissed the other thigh even higher and I heard her suck air in
again.  I looked at her little pussy as I worked my way up and up and saw
how her outer lips had parted slightly to show glossy pink inner lips,
already wet with anticipation.  I kissed up and down that crease where her
leg met her body, avoiding any contact with her pussy.  She soon had her
hands on the back of my head, trying to guide me to the center, to her
sweet pussy.  I could smell her delicate sexual scent as her lips swelled
and parted more.  I licked outside each while she tugged my head.  Then I
let her have her way as I plastered my face against her pussy, tongue
extended and made a slow upward stroke, plowing up through and between
those warm, wet lips.

   "Owwwww!" she panted.

   I backed off.  "Did I hurt you?"

   "No, no, no.  That felt great!  I couldn't help it.  Do it some
more...please."

   "Hehe.  I told you you'd like it."

   "Please do it some more.  That's the best thing I've ever felt."

   "With your permission, my sweet," I said as I lowered my face back down
between her legs.  I blew softly on her wet pussy."

   "That tickles," she said, giggling."

   "Yes, I know." I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and let it travel
upwards in the pink crease between her lips, touching as softly as I could.
When I felt her little bump at the top I stopped and flicked it rapidly
with the tip.

   "Oh, shit," she squealed.  "I'm sorry.  I should talk like that, she
added."

   "It's all right," I said.  It's ok to say and do anything you want when
you're having sex -- anything, that is, that doesn't hurt your partner."

   "It's just that it felt so good.  Nobody ever told me about guys doing
it to girls.  This is soooo bitchin', so kewl.  Keep going.  I'm gonna,
like, die if you stop now.  Do the little thing at the top some more."

   "Your clit."

   "Yeah.  Do it some more.  That felt better than ever."

   "I like doing it." I buried my face in her crotch again and gave her all
my "A" moves: sucking her clit hard into my mouth and flicking the tip with
my tongue, running my tongue the entire length of her slit, bottom to top,
blowing cool air on her clit, digging deep into her vagina with my extended
tongue -- everything.

   Her maidenhead prevented me from going too deep.  I could see the pink
tissue stretched across her vaginal opening with only a couple of little
holes in it.  Not solid but also not open yet.  I decided she was too young
for me to break it now.  Better leave that to some young boy -- one of many
young boys she'll fall in love with over the next few years.  So I just ate
her pussy in the best way I knew.

   It wasn't long before she clenched her fists in my hair and pulled my
face tightly against her as she thrust her hips up and her body shuddered
and then relaxed.  She was sloppy wet now with a combination of my saliva
and her own juices.  She fell backwards against the sofa and let her arms
drop to her sides.  I looked up to see her eyes staring blankly and a
slight sheen of moisture across her brow.  Her face was flushed and she was
breathing deeply and slowly.  I kissed her flared-open pussy gently and
rested my head on her leg.

   "That was the most awesome thing," she said, her eyes closed and her
body limp.

   "Sex is the most awesome thing."

   "Maybe, but this was way, way better than anyone ever told me." She
paused for a few moments, then continued.  "Do very many guys do this for
girls?"

   "A lot of older guys do.  Younger guys are reluctant to put their faces
down there where you pee."

   "But they like girls to suck their dicks.  Isn't it kinda the same
thing?"

   "Yes, it is.  Maybe it's just being selfish.  I don't know."

   "Well, I'm gonna make sure any boyfriend of mine does it."

   "But you don't have a boyfriend right now."

   "No.  Maybe you and I can do this again."

   "Anytime you want," I answered, smiling inwardly.  From where I sat on
the floor between ler slim legs, I looked up again at her little pink
pussy, glistening and gaping open still.  I kissed the insides of her knees
again and ran my hands up and down the outsides of her thighs.  My nose
still perceived her soft, sweet sexual scent as my face was still covered
with her luices.

   "I want to do this again and again, she murmured as I stroked her
softly. "Can I come over again next Saturday?"

   "Absolutely, my sweet."

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   I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own
pleasure.  My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but
they are sheer fantasy.  I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or
riding a bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body
will literally twitch with excitement.  Not just ANY girl; some girls. 
There is no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an
image in my mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language.  I
then dream, like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened
had we actually met.

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more.  Critical things encourage me to write better.  Please encourage me,
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