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Presley's Pixies - by - The StoryMaster

pixie

  SYLLABICATION: pix-ie
PRONUNCIATION: pik' se
VARIANT FORMS: or pix-y
                   NOUN: Inflected forms: pl. pix-ies
     A fairylike or elfin creature, especially one that is
mischievous; a playful sprite.
          ADJECTIVE: pix' y-ish - Playfully mischievous.
       ETYMOLOGY: Origin unknown.
  
"Mr. Presley, this is like, too weird," the exquisitely lovely young
girl whined, squirming apprehensively and gazing at her partner across
her softly rounded belly.  "I.. I don't think we should be doing
this." 

"Now Janni," her much older companion gently chided.  "We've been
through all this many times.  Haven't we?"

"Well yeah, but..." she responded somewhat dolefully, squirming
nervously.

"That's correct, we have," Mr. Presley, her science teacher and
recent, intimate confidant, confirmed, effectively cutting short her
attempted rebuttal.  "It was my distinct understanding based upon what
you told your friend Miss Jennings that you wished more than anything
to join our little group."  He spoke calmly and sincerely, and then
just as calmly he turned his head and kissed Janni on the inside of
her coltish right thigh.

"Ohhh... nnnn!" the pretty teenager gasped.  Her slender hips bucked,
but Randy had her shapely little butt securely cradled in his palms
such that she really couldn't get away from him.

"Settle down please, Miss Martinsen," her teacher spoke more sternly.
"Your friend Erin lead me to believe that you were mature enough to
become a part of our band of Pixies.  Don't disappoint both your
friends and me by suddenly acting like a child," he scolded.

"But.." the pretty teen began to argue and then gave a big sigh that
sounded more like frustration than fear.  She continued to squirm a
little but otherwise relaxed noticeably.

It took nearly all the willpower Randy Presley possessed not to lean
down and place his mouth fully onto the scrumptious little brunette
who lay spread open before him like a ripe, juicy melon, but he
controlled himself, waiting until just the right moment.  Janni
Martinsen was soon to become his latest conquest and most recent
inductee into his intimate little fellowship, and Randy knew from
experience that if he was patient, in time she would come around.
Janni was "that kind of girl".

Randolph Presley seemed to have a gift for spotting young ladies of
the, shall we say, inquisitive and adventurous sort.  Girls who were
mischievous by nature and tended to lean slightly toward naughtiness,
and most importantly girls for whom self-image and the positive
perception of their peers was paramount.  Good fortune and fate had
placed Randy in a target rich environment a little over four years ago
in the form of the Martin H. Greeley Middle School where he taught
seventh and eighth grade general science.  Spotting young ladies of an
"adventurous" persuasion was only part of Randy's gift, however.  It
was the fact that he had so little trouble attracting them that had
come as a bit of a surprise to Randy at first.  He was a rather good
looking man, that much was certain.  With dark hair, chiseled features
and startling, ice-blue eyes, he had never had any difficulty getting
dates back when he was in school.  Women of all ages in fact had
practically fawned over him all his life.  He'd always been able to
pick and choose.  Not surprisingly he'd chosen and married the head
cheerleader at college.  

Helen Daniels, her name was, and Helen was nothing short of
breathtakingly lovely.  She and Randy had been married for nearly ten
years and still enjoyed an exciting and satisfying  relationship.
Randy often wondered if being married to such an alluring woman wasn't
at least partially responsible for the ease with which he was able to
attract other equally eye-catching young ladies.  Either they felt
more relaxed in his presence knowing that he was already "spoken for",
or perhaps they felt the need to compete.  Randy wasn't sure, but one
thing was certain.  Females of all ages and backgrounds seemed to
flock to the handsome thirty-six year old science teacher like moths
to a flame.

The female students at Greeley Middle School were no exception.  At
first Randy thought it was kind of "cute" the way the girls in his
science classes vied for his attention, and at first that's exactly
how Randy handled it.  Not wishing to injure delicate sensibilities of
those at such impressionable ages, he tactfully fended off the often
awkward advances of his students.  Most of the girls took it fairly
well, but it was clear that one or two young ladies did not enjoy
being rebuffed by him one little bit.  Instead they seemed to take his
attempts at gentle dissuasion as outright rejection, and rather than
becoming discouraged they appeared to redouble their efforts.  One
youngster in particular, a pretty blond girl by the name of Erin
Jennings spearheaded the assault with the able bodied support of
fellow classmate Natalie Adams.  Both girls were twelve and a half
years old at the time, and neither would take "no" for an answer.  

Looking back now, Randy should have been flattered, but his
predilection for young ladies in their more impressionable years
hadn't yet been fully recognized.  The fear that any sort of dalliance
with his female students might become public knowledge had been quite
real at the time, a fear Randy could not reasonablely ignore.  He
would most certainly be let go instantly by the school, not to mention
the distinct possibility of spending hard time in prison.  "What would
Helen think?"  His marriage would surely be over.

All of those rational and noble sentiments flew right out of the
window the day that Erin Jennings and her friend and cohort, Natalie
stepped into Randy's classroom after hours, locked the door and then
proceeded to give him the blowjob of his young life.  That day marked
the beginning of one of the most exciting and fruitful periods of
Randy's life, although at the time, and not surprisingly, he'd been
too dumbfounded to realize it.  That day Miss Erin Jennings and Miss
Natalie Adams awakened in Randy a penchant hitherto unknown to him.  A
penchant that melded in absolute harmony with his lifelong ambition to
teach.  For although his two newly found companions had initialized
the relationship, at their tender ages Erin and Natalie were almost
totally inexperienced.  In fact it had been on a mutual dare that the
two girls had decided to take that first big step to begin with.  A
step that most young ladies their age would never attempt; Consider,
yes, dream about, maybe, but never actually try.  That was something
that "good girls" simply didn't do, but Erin and Natalie weren't "good
girls", in that sense.  They weren't bad girls, mind you.  They were
simply curious, playful, mischievous and delightfully naughty. 

"You two are a couple of pixies!" Randy told them one Saturday
afternoon as they lay cuddling in his bed following a particularly
energetic hour of mutually satisfying amorous activity.  The name
stuck, and Presley's Pixies was born.  

It would become Randy's mission to help Erin and Natalie and others
like them develop their natural and innate sense of curiosity and
adventure.  Drawing upon his own knowledge and experience he would
enlighten his young charges in the ways of love, sharing with them
that which they so desperately desired and thereby feeding their need
to be recognized as mature and worldly young women.  With the help of
Miss Jennings and Miss Adams several additional  youngsters of similar
persuasion were brought into the fold, and the ranks of Presley's
Pixies swelled.  At one point The Pixies numbered nearly a dozen young
ladies ranging from eleven to fifteen years of age.  Group encounter
sessions during those happy times could become quite enlightening to
say the least for all concerned, including their teacher and mentor.

Their numbers had shrunk recently, but after four years there were
still seven Pixies in Randy's fold.  A few of his girls had relocated
with their families to other cities and towns, but they remained in
touch via e-mail and the occasional phone call.  Many had graduated
from Greeley Middle and moved on to Rockport Highschool which stood
conveniently right next door.  With these young ladies, Randy was able
to maintain more functional relationships.  Erin and Natalie were two
such girls.  Erin was in ninth grade now and was very popular.  At
last count she had at least two boyfriends, only one with whom she was
somewhat intimate.  "Rawley is just for show," she'd confided somewhat
guiltily to Randy one afternoon as they lay in each other's arms.
Rawley Bryant, Erin's most recent "beau" still hadn't been allowed
past first base.  Although Randy disapproved of manipulative
relationships, he hadn't come down too hard on his trusting young
partner.  After all, Erin was one of his original Pixies.

The fact that Erin still routinely shared his bed and Natalie as well
occasionally, fairly shouted in the face of reports of "sexually
abused" young girls turning on their older partners and facilitating
their arrest and imprisonment.  Randy felt supremely confident that
none of his girls had ever felt the least bit intimidated by him.
Theirs was a relationship built on trust and the fulfillment of mutual
desires.  They sought the knowledge and experience which comes with
maturity, and Randy gave it to them.  His young partners were
inquisitive and a bit rebellious by nature and tended toward
mischievousness, but the simple fact was to a one they loved and
respected him.  They were his Pixies.

Though some of his girls had moved on, many had remained, and those
who stayed were often instrumental in "recruiting" new participants.
With all the talk on TV nowadays about abductions and sexual abuse,
Randy had worried that his group would simply dwindle away.  He was
therefore pleasantly surprised to discover that talk of abduction and
the like could actually whet the curiosity and hone the appetite of a
young lady who is a pixie at heart.  

Jannike Marie Martinsen, Janni for short, proved to be just such a
girl.  Randy had picked Janni out the first time he laid eyes on her
the first day of his eighth grade science class.  She was certainly an
attractive child.  At thirteen years of age Miss Martinsen had the
slender build of a runner which helped to disguise that gangly,
awkward appearance that plagues so many young ladies in their early
teenage years.  Jannike's arms and legs were long, lean and well
muscled.  Her waist was wasp thin and her shoulders rather broad.  Her
hips were just beginning to fill out, making her overall figure very
pleasing to the eye.  Janni had shining, shoulder length, chestnut
brown hair, framing a face which was the stuff of dreams.  It was the
youngster's deep, brown eyes, however which immediately caught Randy's
attention.  They were like twin pools filled with warm, liquid
chocolate.  More importantly though, when their eyes first met, the
stunningly lovely youngster returned Randy's appraising gaze calmly
and without the slightest trace of timidity.  

His suspicions aroused, Randy decided to perform his tried and true
"Pixie Test" on the pretty thirteen year old.  "Listen up everyone,"
he began, gaining the attention of the class.  "During the course of
this semester we will be touching on many different facets of general
science, including basic physics and chemistry, astronomy and geology,
zoology and biology including a study of human sexuality."  As the
word "sexuality" left Randy's lips he looked directly at the Martinsen
girl.  "Bingo!" Randy smiled inwardly.  "You're a little pixie, aren't
you, sweetheart," he thought to himself.  The signs were unmistakable
to Randy's practiced eye.  At the mention of human sexuality Jannike
Martinsen got a certain look on her face.  It was difficult to
describe, but Randy knew it like the back of his hand.  Guarded
interest, call it, and as their eyes met once again, Randy detected a
sparkle of veiled curiosity.  Holding the youngster's gaze, Randy
continued, "Some of you may know this part of our class as `sex
education'."  There it was again, that stealthy sparkle in her eyes as
she calmly returned his gaze.  An ever so slight blush graced her
flawless complexion.  There was no doubt about it.  Miss Jannike Marie
Martinsen had passed her initial Pixie Test with flying colors.

Randy was suddenly aware of a number of embarrassed giggles coming
from many of his female students, and realized that he had become
mesmerized by the stunning little brunette.  "I'll need written
permission from your parents in order for you to participate in the
discussion of the more `sensitive' aspects of our sexuality.  I trust
that this won't present a problem for any of you," Randy added,
glancing around the room and taking in the healthy pink faces in full
blush of the majority of the girls in the class.  The guys were joking
with each other and no doubt exchanging lewd remarks.  Randy cleared
his throat in order to restore some order.  "That having been said,
we'll move on," he remarked, giving the Martinsen girl another
appraising look.  She remained calm as a cucumber.  He could detect no
evidence of shyness or abashment whatsoever in her expression.  

Then at the last second, just before breaking eye contact with him,
the enchanting little brunette tilted her head ever so slightly and
gave Randy just the barest hint of a smile, so subtle that at first he
thought he'd imagined it.

"Oh baby!" Randy murmured under his breath as his heart rate abruptly
spiked.  "You and I are going to become such good friends."

Over the next couple of weeks Randy brought the full force of the
legendary Presley charm to bare on the pretty thirteen year old, but
with surprisingly limited results.  In spite of the obvious special
attention he payed her, the Martinsen girl remained politely aloof.
Although as yet he knew nothing about her upbringing, Randy suspected
that Jannike parents had been reasonably thorough in instructing their
pretty young daughter in the "do's and don't's" as related to dealing
with older men and boys in general.  It had been Randy's experience
that practically every girl, and in particular the more attractive
ones, got the very same "education".  Randy also knew from experience
that with most girls this early training took root, while with a
select few it was met with varying degrees of scepticism and doubt.
For locked away in the hearts of these select few were those
mischievous, playful sprites, just waiting for someone to release
them.  

Finding the key was the challenge, and Randy Presley was very adept at
identifying that key.  Although for each and every young lady who's a
pixie at heart there exists a unique set of circumstances which will
release her inner sprite, there are a great many similarities as well.
Randy calls these similarities the Pixie Persona:

*	Authority is generally unhealthy for pixies.  They simply
detest being told what to do and what not to do.  Help to remove that
authority, at least in part, and you have yourself a happy pixie.  
*	Pixies are very, very curious, especially when there is little
to no authority present.  They like to experience new things, and they
love to have fun.  Teach a pixie something new and watch them blossom.
*	Pixies like to be liked, especially by other pixies.  Only in
the eyes of other pixies or friends of pixies can they find their
sense of self-worth.
*	Pixies are mature beyond their years and should be treated
accordingly.
*	One good pixie deserves another.  Pixies are social creatures.
They enjoy the company of other pixies.  They are happier in numbers.
It gives them a sense of legitimacy and acceptance.  Even a reluctant
pixie will be more at ease in a group.  Get a few pixies together and
there's no telling what wondrous things can happen. 

After some astute observation and several carefully formulated
questions, Randy concluded that Jannike Martinsen didn't appear to be
the rebellious type.  She seemed to be reasonably comfortable with the
authority figures in her life, at least for the time being.  She was
remarkably poised for a girl her age, indicating an established
self-image.  To what degree remained to be seen.  Randy did get
positive results when he tried talking down to the girl.  Like most
young ladies in their early teens, Jannike resented being thought of
or treated like a child, indicating a slight chink in her armor and
one which might be exploited.  "Pixies are mature beyond their years
and should be treated accordingly."  Randy also discovered that
Jannike was new in town and new in school, and as one might imagine,
she hadn't had time to make new friends.  Randy would be happy to help
her out along those lines.  He would call Erin at his first
opportunity.  

So that was the plan.  Erin loved to make new friends and was always
so helpful when it came to coaxing new pixies into the fold.  In
addition Erin was a little older than Jannike which hopefully would be
attractive to the pretty thirteen year old.  Randy expected it would
be several weeks before any tangible results surfaced, but he was a
very patient man.  He continued to focus his attention on Jannike
Martinsen whenever possible in class without being too obvious about
it.  She appeared to be responding favorably, her smiles coming more
frequently.  Randy kept in close contact with Erin for updates on the
status of her developing friendship with Jannike.  According to Erin,
everything was on track.  The two girls were spending more and more
time together.  Erin reported that on occasion when she mentioned
Randy's name, saying what a great guy he was and such, Jannike had
responded with a smile.  Things were progressing nicely.  A week ago
as he leaned over the attractive brunette to point out something in
her text book, Randy had placed his hand on her shoulder.  After
lingering long enough for her to realize his touch was no accident,
he'd given Jannike a gentle squeeze before moving on to the boy seated
beside her.  When he looked back at her after a moment or two, he
caught her staring at him, her big brown eyes glowing softly.  

"Let's plan a pixie party," Randy murmured then leaned down and
nibbled the sweet blond's left ear.  She giggled delightfully.

"OK, Erin," answered brightly.  "No, stay!" she then whimpered in her
favorite baby voice, grabbing Randy's butt with her small hands when
he tried to extricate himself from her.

"Alright you little dickens," Randy chuckled as he lowered himself
down onto her nubile young body.  Pushing gently with his hips he held
himself deep inside the luscious fourteen year old, receiving a
delicious groan for his efforts even though he had already softened
considerably.  Not for the last time Randy noted just how marvelously
tight Erin was.  Every time with her was like their first time.  She
smiled up at him, and Randy kissed her tenderly.  

Erin Jennings had been Randy's first in so many ways.  And as his
first, it had taken him awhile to recognize the key to unlocking her
inner pixie.  Erin's key was authority, but with a subtle twist.  A
little over twelve years of age at the time of their first meeting and
the product of a broken home, Erin Jennings had a different kind of
authority issue.  Unlike most pixies who resent authority, Erin
suffered from a total lack of structure in her life.  This lack of
guidance was, of course responsible for her rather overt act of
performing unsolicited oral sex on her science teacher.  Like other
pixies, Erin took comfort in numbers which prompted her to drag
Natalie Adams into the act.  Natalie was a born follower in desperate
need of acceptance, and thus their little menage et trois had
prospered.  It wasn't until several weeks later that Randy uncovered
Erin's key, but once he did, the youngster fairly blossomed.  He
learned that theirs was her first experience with oral sex when she
confessed that she'd learned about it from her brother's dirty
magazines.  

After finally coming to grips with his misgivings about carrying on a
sexual relationship with a twelve year old, Randy began to instruct
both Erin and her friend Natalie in the finer points of carnal love.
In the process of their love making, Randy recognized that Erin seemed
to respond better whenever he took the lead, whether it was holding
her head while she sucked him, or gently pinning her down when they
finally began making love, Erin thrived on submission.  She responded
best when he took her doggie style.  Randy let the youngster have her
head from time to time, but he quickly became the pillar of authority
in her life.  Erin would do anything Randy asked of her, but she
preferred to be told.  

"I want you to invite Jannike Martinsen to the party," Randy stated
succinctly.  He thrust forward suddenly to emphasize his demand.  He
was getting hard again.

"Uhhgg," the pretty teenager grunted.  "O...OK," she responded,
blinking in surprise.  

"And see if you can round up that pretty little Mattie Lewis.  I
haven't seen her in awhile," Randy told his young partner before
pulling out slowly and then ramming himself home with even more
enthusiasm.

"Ohhh!" the handsome youngster responded.  Her full, pink lips parted
slightly, revealing her sparkling white teeth.  Her blue eyes flashed.
"You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you baby?" Randy crooned.
"Don't you?" he said taking one of her tiny pink nipples between his
thumb and index finger and giving it a health pinch.

"Uhhgg... Uh huh," Erin gasped, nodding her head and smiling gamely.

"Sure you do, sweetheart," Randy huffed as he began to get up a steady
rhythm.  

Randy loved to surprise Erin during their love making.    As tight as
she was under normal circumstances, startling the pretty blond never
failed to cause her to clamp down on him with amazing strength.  It
was utterly breathtaking.  Judging the time was right, Randy never
broke rhythm when he asked casually, "Have you fucked your boyfriend,
Joe yet, baby?"  That did the trick.  No sooner had the question left
Randy's lips than the pretty blond crushed down on him, practically
bringing his love making to a standstill.  "Oh yeah, baby.  That's
it!" Randy groaned.  Pushing through her resistance he proceeded to
stroke the girl with more authority until her head was bouncing up and
down on the mattress.  Raising himself up on his hands, Randy gazed
down at the enchanting young lady beneath him.  She in turn was
staring up at him with a glorious mixture of shock, indignation and
awe on her pretty face.  While continuing to fuck the luscious little
blond with a purpose, Randy grinned and asked, "You'd tell me if you
were fucking him.  Wouldn't you, sweetheart?"  Her blue eyes flashed
with outrage, but only for a second.  "That's it Erin.  Squeeze that
big cock, sweetheart," Randy grunted from the additional effort. "Fuck
me Erin.  Fuck me baby," he said breathlessly as her vaginal
contractions eased a bit, allowing him to resume his steady thrusting.

Randy wasn't looking for an answer from his young partner.  He was
simply reasserting his authority over his little blond pixie.  He knew
Erin wasn't fucking her boyfriend yet.  She would have asked Randy if
it was OK first. 

The little get together had begun about two hours ago.  All in all,
five young ladies had shown up for the Pixie Party.  Erin and Natalie
were there, of course.  The ever so precious Mattie Lewis was there,
clinging to Erin like a koala bear cub.  Randy hoped he would have
time to get the pretty eleven year old alone for at least a few
minutes before the party broke up.  

Another youngster present was a girl by the name of Trisha Ward. Randy
had been with Trish on a couple of occasions.  She was fairly young,
and they were still working on her misgivings.  Trisha had that
"impish" look about her though, and Randy was confident that further
inroads would soon be made with the tantalizing youngster.  Soon after
the party had begun, Trisha had allowed Randy to kiss her in a rather
meaningful way.  

The guest of honor, however, was Jannike Martinsen.  She'd arrived
with Erin and Natalie who had quickly taken her under their wings,
ushering her over to the coffee table where an enormous bong was ready
and waiting.  

"No rules, pixies!" Randy cried as he took a seat next to Trisha Ward.

"No rules!" Erin, Natalie and even little Mattie chimed in.

Jannike hesitated when first offered the bong but quickly yielded to
peer pressure and took a big hit.  The other girls laughed along with
her when her first attempt ended in a coughing fit.  The marijuana was
so potent however that even a tiny bit went a long way.  On her third
try Jannike was able to hold the smoke in her lungs, but by then she
was already giddy.  Next came the wine, fortified of course, and at
Randy's "request" Erin had slipped a little extra something into the
glass of the guest of honor.  Randy wasn't above using mild sedatives
in order to take the edge off.  It had helped immeasurably on more
than one occasion.  After about thirty minutes everyone appeared to be
loosening up, Jannike included.  Randy watched her surreptitiously out
of the corner of his eye as she interacted with her new friends.  Erin
handled the pretty brunette masterfully with lots of laughing and
innocent touching, exactly as Randy had instructed her.  Randy was
relieved to note that Jannike seemed to be responding favorably.  He
was sure the Martinsen girl was a pixie, but first encounters were
often fraught with unanticipated reactions and uncertain behavior.  

"No rules!" Erin laughed giddily and began to unbutton her blouse.

"No rules!" Natalie echoed and turning to young Mattie, she took the
hem of the little girl's pretty jumper in her fingers and deftly
lifted the soft garment over her head.  Mattie looked a little
startled at first, and since she hadn't yet begun to wear a bra, she
quickly covered her delightfully flat chest.  "No rules!" Erin and
Natalie cried in unison, peeling their own blouses off over their
heads.  Then looking at Mattie, they started laughing.  Soon the
little eleven year old was laughing right along with them.

"No rules, Trisha honey," Randy smiled, reaching for the top button of
the young girl's  blouse.  When she turned away from him suddenly,
Randy withdrew his hands and said, "OK Trisha.  You do it for me then,
sweetheart.  Don't be shy.  We're all friends here, and you wouldn't
want to be left out.  Remember Trish.  There are no rules here," Randy
reminded her with a warm smile while placing a reassuring hand on her
shoulder.  Trisha Ward's key was her need to be included.  A minute
later she sat next to Randy sporting a darling little training bra.

Randy kept a close eye on the guest of honor as current events
unfolded.  She seemed a little startled to suddenly discover that she
was the only one present still wearing a top.  However, thanks in part
to the calming effects of the special additive she'd received in her
wine, the Martinsen girl didn't appear to be upset by what was going
on around her.  A quick glance from Randy prompted Erin to move to
Jannike's side.  Placing a friendly hand on the pretty brunette's
right shoulder, Erin smiled and said, "No rules, Janni."  Receiving a
look of confusion from the attractive teenager, Erin repeated, "No
rules," and nodded in the direction of where Trisha and Randy were
seated.  Waiting until the Martinsen girl looked his way, Randy then
turned to the pretty youngster seated beside him and gazed deeply into
her eyes.  Fixing her gaze and holding her immobilized like a deer in
the headlights, Randy slipped his right hand gently around the back of
her slender neck and drew her to him.  "No rules, baby," he whispered
as their lips met.  Trisha trembled but didn't resist him.  They had
kissed before, but it was still a mildly disquieting experience for
Trisha none the less.  

"Sure, Mr. Presley was handsome," she'd rationalized after their first
time together, but he was a lot older than she was, and somehow it
just didn't seem right.  If it weren't for the fear of being
ostracized by her new group of friends, Trisha probably wouldn't have
gone along with the whole thing.  The first time their lips met,
however it was like an electric shock had raced through her body,
terrifying her and thrilling her at the same time.  It'd been scarey
as hell and made her kinda light headed, but after a minute or two
she'd begun to relax a little in the arms of her science teacher. He'd
been very gentle with her and had whispered wonderful things into her
ear between kisses.  Much to her surprise Trisha found she was
actually enjoying herself.  And even more surprising, when Mr. Presley
had asked her to open her mouth for him, she'd complied without
hesitation, and was instantly rewarded with another electric-like jolt
that had actually made her toes curl.

Trisha's toes were curling even now as she felt the tip of Mr.
Presley's tongue brush across the backs of her upper teeth.  Holding
her in his strong arms her science teacher kissed her cheeks, and her
nose, and her eyelids, then moved his lips down her slender neck to
the tops of her bare shoulders.  Trisha shivered uncontrollably, but
never uttered a peep in protest.  Randy was enjoying the hell out of
himself.  The way the precious child smelled, fresh and alive, the way
she trembled in his arms as she submitted to his every whim.  It was
utterly thrilling.  

As delightful as Trisha Ward was, during his ministrations to her,
Randy kept his eyes on Jannike Martinsen.  She was watching Trisha and
him with rapt attention, seemingly unaware of anything else happening
around her.  Meanwhile Erin had expertly untucked her blouse and was
fiddling carefully with the zipper fob at her neck.  Utterly
transfixed by the scene on the couch across from her, Jannike's blouse
was skillfully removed before she knew what was happening.  Seconds
later she discovered that her science teacher had moved and seated
himself next to her.  Time began to pass in fits and spurts.  One
minute she was seated on the couch with Mr. Presley beside her and in
the next she found herself lying on her back in bed, or so it seemed.

"Ohhh... nnnn!" the pretty teenager gasped suddenly when she felt
something warm press against her right inner thigh.  Raising her head,
she looked downward over her tummy and was utterly dumbfounded to see
Mr. Presley's face smiling up at her from between her legs.  The fact
that she was completely naked hadn't yet registered with Jannike.  She
was simply too confused to grasp the enormity of the occasion.

"Settle down please, Miss Martinsen," she heard her science teacher
say to her.

"Who was he to tell her to settle down," she thought to herself as she
tried to shift her position on the bed.  Only then did Jannike realize
that it felt as though somebody had his hands under her butt,
preventing her from moving, but still she wasn't able to put two and
two together.  Raising her head once more in order to better assess
her situation Jannike watched as Mr. Presley lowered his head.

The next several minutes were a blur for Janni, a cacophony of
sensations both physical and emotional, but mostly physical.  Many of
the pretty teenager's reactions were purely reflexive as her
femininity responded to unimaginable new sensations both terrifying
and sublime beyond description.  A phantasmal presence tickled and
tantalized, touching places which sent waves of exquisite delight
sizzling throughout her body, and reaching into the very depths of her
soul.  

Had Jannike not been under the influence of that "little something"
she been given in her wine she might have been able to connect the
dots, especially when she heard Mr. Presley's disembodied voice murmur
soothingly, "That's it Janni, baby.  You like that don't you honey.
Don't you Janni?"  Jannike sighed softly.

Then suddenly that hot, moist presence was at her again, flicking and
probing her in unimaginable places and causing her hips to buck up and
down uncontrollably.  Jannike gasped and panted from the exertion
feeling like she was drowning in a sea of molten metal.  Then slowly
everything faded to black.

"Miss Martinsen?  Jannike are you alright? " Randy asked when his
lively young partner suddenly became still.  Rising to his hands and
knees, his lips, nose and chin coated with silky moisture, he checked
her quickly to be certain she was still breathing.  Relieved he soon
noticed her softly, rounded tummy rising and falling slowly and
rhythmically.  The charming young lady had fallen fast asleep. 

"Damn!" Randy cursed under his breath.  Figuring that the pot and the
booze mixed with the mild sedative she'd been given had simply been
too much for the girl, Randy considered his next move.  Looking down
at the slumbering young girl, a thought suddenly crossed his mind, a
thought that he'd once considered but rejected at the time.  "You're
awfully pretty, Janni," Randy whispered after a moment.  "And you
taste so nice, sweetheart," he added.  With that he reached down and
began to toy with one of her exquisite little breasts.  It was so
perfectly shaped, so subtle and firm.  The pretty brunette slumbered
on, completely unaware of his presence.  "So pretty, baby," Randy
murmured softly as he allowed the backs of his fingers to trace slowly
across the warmth of her soft tummy and on downward.  




Like most young ladies in their early teenage years, Jannike Marie had
begun to show a soft coat of wispy pubic hair.  Later in life her
covering would no doubt coarsen up and become curly, but for now the
soft down felt more like feathers than fur in Randy's fingers as he
toyed with the girl, tugging playfully from time to time.  

As before Jannike exhibited no outward signs that she was aware of his
presence, so Randy decided to take the opportunity to explore Jannike
a little further.  Her legs were still spread slightly apart although
her knees had dropped to the surface of the bed when she lost
consciousness.  After first extending his fingers downward and between
her slender thighs, Randy then pressed the palm of his hand firmly
against the girl and began to gently palpate her, marveling at her
plumpness and resilience for one of such a slender build.  This was a
decidedly new experience for Randy, touching a young girl like this,
and one he thought he might come to enjoy.  Sure he'd touched many a
young lady intimately, but never before when she was unaware of him.
It gave him a thrilling sense of power.  Jannike Martinsen's fate
rested in the palm of his hand.  "Well very nearly so," Randy chuckled
to himself.  Actually the fate of Miss Martinsen's childhood rested
just inches below Randy's middle finger.

"Oh you're so wet, baby," Randy cooed as`he deftly slid his finger
between the ample folds of Jannike's labia majora.  "So warm and wet,"
he purred as he moved his finger tip slowly over folds of tender,
moist flesh still hidden from view.  Jannike Martinsen appeared to be
one of those fortunate girls who possessed a highly developed
self-lubrication system.  "It was no wonder she had tasted so divine,"
Randy thought.  "But what to do with all of this wetness, sweetheart?"
he asked of his slumbering princess.  

Then on a whim Randy stiffened his middle finger between the girl's
plump labia and began to move his hand from side to side rapidly.  The
results of his efforts were truly gratifying.  As Randy moved his
finger quickly from side to side within the moist confines of the
precious youngster's most intimate flesh the most spectacular sounds
resulted.  Liquid sounds of love, squishy and snapping, and to top
things off the pretty teenager's soft belly suddenly flexed hard,
heaved outward one time and then relaxed.  
"Oh, you like that, don't you baby," Randy said with a big grin on his
face.  "You know I'm here with you, don't you Janni, honey," he said
gazing down fondly upon his sleeping beauty.  He jiggled his hand
again from side to side and received the same rewards, only this time
Randy finished up by sliding his finger firmly up and down his young
partner's moist pudendal cleft two or three times.  Randy was
beginning to enjoy himself immensely and repeated the procedure three
more times.  On the second try he actually got a soft moan out of the
girl.  Either the sedative was wearing off or Randy was making an
impression of the slumbering teenager.  He hoped the latter as he
watched her tummy flex and heave following his last round of manual
manipulations.  Another thought occurred to Randy when he noted that
the youngster was becoming wetter and wetter the more he worked with
her.  Moving his finger back and forth over Jannike's supple inner
petals Randy paused and after fixing his position he pressed slowly
downward and inward with the tip of his middle finger.  Like all young
ladies, Jannike's vaginal opening was easy to locate, and designed to
facilitate entry it was also easy to probe.  Expecting resistance, you
can only imagine Randy's surprise when instead his finger slipped more
or less effortlessly through her entry portal and into her warm, moist
interior.  "Uh oh, honey.  What have we here?" Randy murmured with a
little smile on his lips.  "Has my little pixie been playing pixie
games with somebody else?" he whispered as he pushed his finger in
deeper.  Feeling her clamp down reflexively on his invading digit,
Randy spent the next couple of minutes fucking the slumbering teenager
with his middle finger.  Even sound asleep Jannike was wonderfully fit
and athletic, and Randy made up his mind right then and there.

"I don't usually kiss on the first date, sweetheart, but for you I'm
gonna make an exception," Randy said as he unzipped his fly, lowered
his trousers and stepped out of them.  This would be a first for him,
making love to a sleeping girl, and he wondered how he would feel
about it in the morning.  Unbeknownst to Randy at the time, it would
be a first for Jannike as well.  Later on in their relationship she
would confide in Randy that she had "injured" herself accidentally
while playing with her mother's vibrator, and they would both have a
good laugh over it.  

Randy watched her face closely as he rubbed the head of his manhood
slowly up and down the youngster's pudendal cleft, prepping both
himself and his partner for entry.  "I'll be gentle baby," he
whispered after positioning himself at her gates.  "Just relax now
honey and it'll all be over in a minute," he murmured softly.  Then
grasping himself in his right fist as he'd learned to do with young
ladies in their more tender years, Randy pushed forward carefully with
his hips.  Glancing downward quickly his eyes were met with a picture
of loveliness.  The young girl's coltish legs were spread to either
side of his muscular thighs.  He'd even taken a moment to raise her
knees slightly to ease his passing.  Below her prominent pubic mons he
clutched his shaft tightly as he pressed the somewhat pointed tip of
his cock against her.  "Here we go, baby," Randy whispered as he
pressed forward with more authority.  His eyes were locked onto her
stunningly lovely face once again, and as he applied more pressure
against her, her pretty brow furrowed slightly.

"Would she wake up suddenly?" Randy found himself wondering.  "If she
did, how would she react to her situation?" 

"Mmmm," she moaned softly.  As the urgency at her gates increased.

"Shh..shh..shhhh," Janni, baby," Randy whispered huskily.  "We're
almost there, sweetheart."  He felt the girl begin to dilate.  Her
slender legs squeezed against his hips in a futile attempt to close
herself off to him.  He felt the tip of his cock pop inside.  Her
belly flexed and bulged in response.  "I know baby.  It hurts a
little, but it won't in just a minute," Randy heard himself promise,
but his mind was suddenly drawn elsewhere.  He'd been with a lot of
women before of all ages, but never before had Randy experienced such
incredible internal radiance.  Forget about the fact that the lovely
Miss Martinsen was so tight that Randy could barely manage the
squeeze.  As he inched his way into her, it was like squeezing his
pecker into a pipe filled with molten lava.  It almost burned.  

When Randy was about three inches into the girl suddenly her belly
heaved and she clamped down on him with such force that it stopped him
in his tracks.  He didn't want to back out for fear of losing what
headway he'd gained.  So he decided to wait her out.  The strain was
clearly evident in her expression, and Randy wondered how long she
could hold out.  By now he had decided that he preferred that the girl
remain asleep until they were finished, at least this first time.  It
would be much easier than trying to explain what was happening on the
fly.  After a minute or two he felt her contraction begin to ease so
Randy wasted no time driving another couple of inches home before she
could clamp down again.  Clamp down she did, but this time it was with
slightly less enthusiasm.  Randy surmised that her anatomy was at last
coming to grips with his presence inside.  While he waited he could
actually feel the tight young girl adjusting around him.  The next
time Jannike opened herself up to him, Randy engaged her fully.  He
didn't ram her.  After all he'd promised to be gentle.  Instead when
the opportunity finally presented itself eased himself forward slowly
but firmly until the head of his cock at last came to rest tightly
against her cervix, deep within her young body.  Her facial expression
briefly acknowledged his presence, but only for an instant, then she
seemed to relax, having accepted Randy as a part of her.  

"That's my girl," Randy cooed, glancing down across her belly to where
the remainder of his shaft protruded from between her soft, down
covered lips.  It was a pretty picture indeed.  "We make a handsome
couple, sweetheart," Randy said with a chuckle.  "It was slow going in
the beginning, but we made it, didn't we baby," he commented casually
taking note that of the nine inches he had to offer her, Jannike had
accepted only four, perhaps five.  "Heck she's only thirteen years
old, for Christ sake," Randy reminded himself, feeling a little
unappreciated.  "We'll just have to practice a lot, you and I," he
said to his slumbering young partner.  "Speaking of practice, why
don't we just fuck a little and see how you do.  Would you like that,
baby?  Sure you would," Randy murmured affectionately.

That having been said, Randy began to move.  "If somebody's been
fuckin' you honey, they haven't fucked you very hard or very often,"
Randy remarked, marveling at how incredibly snug the pretty little
brunette was.  With each withdrawal Randy could feel the girl close
down behind him, making each return trip feel like his initial foray
into her depths.  Thankfully Jannike remained amazingly wet throughout
their coupling, or Randy's progress would have been even further
impeded.  As it was, Randy made love to the enchanting youngster for
nearly fifteen minutes.  He fucked the young Miss Martinsen with
authority not harshness.  His strokes were even and easy, and all in
all he felt the girl had accommodated him rather well.  When all was
said and done, Randy found that Jannike had allowed him another inch,
and as an added bonus because of her excessive lubrication coupled
with her snugness from inexperience, their love making had taken on
some truly stunning audio qualities.  Randy vowed to make a recording
the next time the two of them were together.  In the end, though he
had not intended to, Randy came deep inside his tender young lover,
filling her to overflowing with all he had to offer.  

Through it all, Jannike Martinsen had slept the sleep of innocence,
totally unaware that she had taken her first lover.  She would be sore
for several days following the pixie party and would wonder why that
was.  It wasn't a particularly painful sensation, just one she wasn't
accustomed to.  Eventually she let it pass.  It would be several
months before Randy would confide in Jannike about their first liaison
and she would explain her "vibrator accident".  By then Jannike would
be a card carrying member of Presley's Pixies and enjoying a
fulfilling relationship with her science teacher and mentor, so the
two of them were able to look back at the past and laugh together.  It
was nice to clear the air.

End

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