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The Lesson
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

A young man is sent to teach a nubile girl about man-
woman relations. (M/f-teen, underage, 1st)

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She looked surprised when I entered her room and found 
her still in her nightclothes, her ripe body nearly 
bared to my admiration. I smiled and licked my lips. 
"Your father sent me," I told her. "Said you might 
need some help."

She tossed back her long, silky hair and pulled her 
flimsy, light blue nightgown together over her ripe 
breasts with their big, puffy nipples. I was eager to 
get at them, to chew on them, to suck them into hard 
attention. The frilly gown barely reached her thighs 
and she wore nothing under it. Her long legs were 
admirable. And she was young, not sixteen yet.

"Did he? I'm surprised." She swallowed and blinked at 
me. "I wonder why."

"He said you had been asking about boys, about men and 
women and their relations. He suggested that you were 
maturing rapidly and should know about men, about what 
they are and what they want."

She nodded and glanced at my groin. "It's true. I'm 
curious and have these strange feelings sometimes." 
She moved to the side of her high bed, knees clamped 
tightly together and licked her lips. Damn, but she 
was a tasty beauty, a morsel to be enjoyed.

I peeled a thin strap off her rounded shoulder and 
asked, "What would you like to know, to see or do?" 
She shrugged the strap back in place unconsciously. "I 
am at your disposal, your wishes. I will do whatever 
you ask, almost anything." I gave her a small smile 
and tried not to think about boning her. I failed and 
felt my cock jump.

"Very well, start by, by showing me your male thing, 
the beast there between your legs. My friends have 
told me stories, whispered awful things, even drawn 
pictures. I don't know what to believe."

"All men," I told her, "are more or less alike. They 
all have a penis; that is what it is called and they 
all have testicles. Together these are called genitals 
and are used in making babies. Do you know about 
that?"

She nodded as I unlaced my tight codpiece and peeled 
it aside. I watched her stare and blink.

"My male member, it has many names, as you can see is 
somewhat swollen, excited. It gets like that when I 
see a pretty girl." My cock just hung there, fat and 
trembling, about twice its relaxed size and shape, 
glad to be free, a thick tube crisscrossed with blood 
vessels. "Would you like to touch it?" I stepped 
closer as she sat on the side of her bed, feet braced 
on the sideboard, young breasts jutting, nearly bared. 
Lust filled my heart and mind.

She shook her head. "But they said, they told me, 
well, that it was long and hard, like a spear one 
said. Yours looks soft."

"Yes, it gets like that, but you must pet it, 
encourage it, perhaps kiss it or lick it." I was, 
obviously, both eager and shameless.

She looked up at me and smiled. "No, you do it. I just 
want to see it."

"Very well, as you wish." I grasped my fat scrotum 
with one hand and began stroking my excited member 
gently, drawing it out and teasing its hard-ribbed 
head with a twisting motion, eyes closed from time to 
time. With the luscious young one to admire, it did 
not take long. When it was long and hard, standing out 
quite bravely, pointed at her bare knees, but still 
not fully engorged or aroused, I stopped. "As you can 
see, it is now hard, full of blood."

She blinked up at me and put out her hand and touched 
it with a forefinger and then poked. It jumped and 
recoiled. She gasped. "It's alive."

I chuckled. "It likes you. The top is called its head 
or glans and the rest is usually called the shaft." I 
lifted it up. "Beneath it you can see my sac or 
scrotum and within that are my cods or stones, my 
testicles."

She nodded and stroked it with her fingers of both 
hands, very gently as I let it down. "It's smooth, 
smooth and warm. I thought it would be rough."

"If you look closely you can see that it is producing 
some fluid, just a bubble or two. This is to make it 
slippery, slick."

She blinked up at me. "Why?"

"So it can penetrate more easily."

"Penetrate, penetrate what?" She blinked her pretty 
eyes at me, lips parted. In leaning forward she had 
nearly bared her globular breasts.

"A woman's vagina. That is what it is made for, to 
enter a female body and deposit sperm. To make 
babies."

"Oh, yes, I know about that. But it is too big, 
really. It can't, I mean, it will not go in. The 
place, the hole is much too small."

"It stretches. Men and women are made to fit 
together."

"Really? That much. It's as wide as my wrist I think."

I nodded and my cock bounced up and down. She grasped 
it.

"It's warm, almost hot."

"It is full of blood. Blood is hot."

She stroked gently with one hand, corkscrew fashion, 
several times. My cock responded by rising and getting 
fatter and stiffer, developing a slight upward curve 
and oozing out a bit more lube.

"Would you like to put it in me?"

I smiled. "Of course. Every man that sees you will 
very likely think about putting his member in you."

"That's awful." She made a wry face of disgust.

I nodded. "You are right, but that is nature. Nature 
makes young girls pretty so that there will be more 
babies."

"If you put it in me, would I have a baby?"

"Maybe, perhaps, it depends."

"Depends on what?"

"On what is going on in your body, your genitals. 
Whether you are, the term used is fertile."

"Fertile?" She shook her head, tossing curls.

"You are getting to the very edge of my knowledge. I 
know very little about women."

"Have you fathered a child, a baby?"

"I don't think so; not that I know about." I tried not 
to smile.

"But you have put your, your thing in girls, into 
women?"

"Let's call it a penis or in this state, an erection. 
Is that a new word for you?"

"No, I understand." She petted it again and it jumped. 
She scraped its underside with her fingernails. It 
rose.

"Will you show me where it goes. I think I know, but, 
well, I'm not sure." She made a small smile.

"If you wish. Spread your legs apart and lift your 
gown a bit." Her pudenda was lovely, a fine and soft 
mound and just a few curls above her folds. I reached 
down and stroked her very gently, exploring, parting 
her labia, her pudgy lips. I found it, tightly closed, 
right at the bed.

"But," she said, "that is where I void, urinate. Oh, 
you mean lower, that place, that little mouth place."

"Yes, your vagina, your birth canal as it is often 
called. It leads to your womb, the place where babies 
grow until they are born."

She shook her head. "That can't be. This, this thing, 
your erection, is much, much too big. It would tear me 
open, rip my flesh." She flicked it away with the back 
of her hand and it jumped back as if on steel springs.

"Shall I show you, show that you are wrong?"

She licked her lips and nodded.

I went to one knee, eased a forefinger into her and 
bent to lick her slit and seek her little love button. 
I knew about where it hid, in a fold of skin, but I 
was not always successful in bringing it out. My 
tongue found it and she squealed and covered her mouth 
with her hands. I sucked gently and she pushed me 
away. "Don't," she sobbed. "I didn't want you to do 
that."

"I was trying to make you wet just as my cock, my 
member is wet."

"Oh, I see. But it surprised me. I still don't think 
you can do it."

"Shall we try?" I asked with a friendly smile, lust in 
my heart. I do not believe I had ever dealt with such 
a lovely and desirable young woman. I pulled out my 
probing finger and shuffled closer so my rigid rod 
stood nearly upright between her knees. I reached back 
to grasp her buttocks. I pulled her forward and tilted 
her up a bit. "Put it in, put its head in the right 
place."

She nodded, grasped my tool with both hands, one near 
the hairy base and the other at its swollen head which 
was now nearly purple, and tried to screw it into her 
cunny. I took a deep breath and pushed with my hips. 
"Try to relax," I told her. It is rape, my mind said.

It popped in, the head fully in and her lips closed 
behind the hard ridge.

"See, not too big at all."

"Oh, oh," she gasped. "Pull it out, quickly, quickly."

I changed my grip to her thighs and drew it free. Up 
it jumped, dripping. "Enough for today?" I asked, 
hoping for more.

"It scared me." She reached down and stroked it 
gently. "Do it again, please."

It was easier the second time after she screwed the 
head into her lips, and I got perhaps an inch deep, 
displaying patience I did not know I had. "I fear we 
must stop or I might injure your maidenhead."

"What, oh, mother called it my virginity. I tore it 
jumping fences on my big horse, riding astride. She 
was so mad."

I held it there, throbbing, barely inserted but in, 
truly in. "Are you sure, sure the membrane is gone?"

She nodded and smiled. "Yes. I was nine. I bled, 
ruined my clothes. Push it in. I want to feel it."

In it went, three or four inches, perhaps half of my 
thick rod. It felt wonderful. She was tight and 
rippling, drawing me deeper. "Enough?" I asked, 
fearing the answer.

She shook her head and I rammed it all the way in, 
right to the balls, and held it there.

She looked up at me, eyes wide, mouth open.

"You were right," she gasped. "What happens now?"

"When you are wed, this is when your husband will 
enjoy your body and impregnate you, deposit his semen 
in you."

She shook her head. "No, don't do that. I understand. 
But I would like to feel it, the process I mean."

I smiled and drew back very slowly, watching her face 
as my thick-ridged ram dragged out her inner lips. 
"All right, now I will do ten thrusts. That should be 
enough. I will do them slowly, but they may be done 
quite quickly." I held her hips and dove it into her, 
held it deep, felt it flex, drew bask and did it again 
and again and again. She soon began moving with me, 
eyes closed, grunts in her throat, exhaling as I 
smacked us together firmly.

After ten, despite the fact that she was thoroughly 
aroused and writhing on my big cock, I stopped, 
holding it right at her nether lips which were now 
bulging and rosy. "Enough?"

'No, do some quickly, please."

I didn't count; I just fucked her and she actually 
creamed when she climaxed and went limp. I felt my 
jism surging and drew free of her soggy clasp, 
stumbled to the window and spurted out several thin 
ropes of my semen, holding back my cries of release.

When I turned about, she had her back to me, her feet 
on the floor and was bent forward on her bed. "My 
friends said this way was best. Please, just a few 
more."

I set my oak-hard prick at her dripping labia and 
pushed as I slid my hands up to grasp her luscious 
breasts. We enjoyed each other for some time with my 
thrusts lifting the girl right off the floor. She 
crested and cried out at least once more, and I 
stopped, buried in her as our juices ran down her legs 
and over my scrotum.

"Enough?" I asked, pinching out her nipples.

She nodded and I slowly withdrew and put my well-
satisfied weapon out of sight. 

She climbed back up on her bed, covered herself, 
blinked at me and nodded. "Thank you, that was very 
instructive. Perhaps tomorrow, we could do it again 
and I could learn other ways of pleasing men."

"If you wish," I said, bowing myself out.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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