TITLE: The Tutor
AUTHOR: Fygero
CATEGORIES: M/g(12), 1st, Lolita, School, Cons, Upskirt
WORDS: 21,000 (approx)

WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor.  If this
is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your
browser now.

SYNOPSIS: Pete arrives at his new job as a tutor and is entranced by
Sarah, a beautiful, petite woman in her 30's with the perfect body of a 16
year old.  His delight is doubled when he meets Lucy, Sarah's 12 year old
daughter; the spitting image of her stunning mother with a pre-pubescent
body that is only beginning to take the shape of the woman she will one day
become.  Still innocent and child-like in so many ways, Lucy can be
careless with how she covers her changing body, and over time Pete becomes
infatuated and dreams of touching her soft curves.  In an accidental
encounter, Lucy's sexual yearnings are awoken and she begs Pete to satisfy
her curiosity.  Reluctant at first, Pete agrees, but he soon becomes a
slave to his own yearnings and guides Lucy down a path where she discovers
all of the pleasures that her growing body has to offer.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are
fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely
coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy.  Although many men may think
and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like
Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not
exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does.  If you
enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to ready the story; it is very
erotic, very graphic in its detail, and very enjoyable.  If you have
trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the reality of real
girls then you need help; I recommend discussing the problem with a medical
practitioner.


THE TUTOR
by Fygero

Amongst the poor and unfortunate of any city - the homeless, the single
mothers, the out of work - there lives another underclass of citizenry who
live below the poverty line: the University student.  The lucky ones have
parental support or a scholarship; the rest have government benefits and
whatever part-time work they can find.

The real advantage that the University student has over the other
sub-classes of poverty is an abundance of middle-class parents seeking
tutors for their school-age children.

This is the situation in which I found myself: broke and in search of
weekend beer money, standing outside the gate of a neat Californian
bungalow with edged lawns and clipped hedges with flowers beginning to show
their colourful faces at the beginning of spring.  Checking the street
number on the letter box against the address on my phone, I walked up the
tidy path and rang the bell.

I had only spoken to Sarah on the phone in what I guess constituted an
interview: yes, I had finished high school; yes, I scored all A's in
mathematics; yes, I was used to dealing with kids; and yes, cash would be
fine, thank you very much.  Sarah was `engaging my services' for her twelve
year old daughter, Lucinda, who was struggling with 7th Grade math.  She
wasn't in any danger of being kept down a year, Sarah told me, but if she
didn't get help then she might be in a different boat at the end of next
year.

I heard the doorbell chime deep inside the house and moments later I
heard light footsteps and saw an approaching shadow behind the opaque glass
set into the middle of the door.  When the door opened, I had a surreal
moment of confusion where I thought the woman standing there was the
daughter, and I came very close to asking her to get her mother for me.  I
blinked and the hallucination was gone, this was very clearly not a twelve
year old, but she must have had her first child very young because she
didn't look a day over thirty.

The reason for my initial confusion was because she was very petite: a
little over five feet tall with a slim, girlish body.  She wore a soft pink
open-knit jumper that draped over her small, teacup breasts, and tight blue
jeans, which showed off her slim thighs and narrow hips to advantage.  God,
how did a woman this small ever push a baby out of those hips?  She was
incredible; blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail and small, elfin features on
her heart-shaped face: bright blue eyes, blonde eyebrows, a small upturned
nose, high pointed cheekbones, pale pink lips, full and soft, and a
delicate pointed chin above her long, slim neck.

Wow, she was a knockout.  I took all of this in with what I hoped was
the swift practiced ease of my twenty-one years and didn't think she
noticed me checking her out.  I smiled and put out my hand.  "Hi, I'm Pete.
We spoke on the phone."

"I'm Sarah," she said, showing me a pretty smile with bright, white
teeth.  She took my hand but we were both watching each other's eyes and
forgot to shake.  Her grip was cool and dry and so small and delicate in my
larger hand.  We held a moment too long and then both giggled at the same
time, realising our poor greeting manners.  Colour showed up fetchingly on
her cheeks and she dropped her eyes; for a moment it seemed like she was
checking out the front of my jeans.

I took the chance to look at her breasts again and congratulated my good
sense because they were well worth a second look.  She probably thought of
herself as flat-chested and nothing much to perve at, but she had a
delicate miniature beauty that reminded me of nano-scale sculptures on a
grain of rice.  Because they were small, they warranted a finer study of
their intricacies.  Big boobs: honka-honka, fantastic; but these were fine
and delicate worthy of more respect.

They were more than just bumps, but still not big enough to form a
single bosom across her chest.  Both stood out individually in their tiny
perfection; rounded and full at the bottom, sloping and almost concave like
a ski-jump on top.  At the point at which these two opposing curves
collided, I could see the slight protuberance of her nipples and realised
with a shiver that she wasn't wearing a bra.

I brought my eyes back up at the same time as Sarah and avoided being
sprung checking her out.

"Just a sec," she said.  "I'll call Lucy.

"Luce," she called over her shoulder as I sneaked another look at her
breasts.  "Your new tutor's here."

I heard more footsteps on the stairs and then from around the corner
behind the front door appeared an almost exact miniature of Sarah, right
down to the tight blue jeans.  Lucy was just beginning to grow into her
woman's body; still tiny at about four and a half feet, her hips were
beginning to broaden and beneath her low-cut Levis I could see that her
pelvis curved fetchingly down into her groin, whereas six months ago it was
probably shapeless and flat like a little girl.  Her breasts were also
filling out beneath her tight, stripy t-shirt; not quite as shapely as
Mom's yet, but they too had gone a little beyond just girl's bumps and were
starting to show a little roundness underneath.

"Hi," I said, sticking out my hand and reminding myself to shake this
time.  "I'm Pete."

"Lucy," she said, smiling and shaking politely, her tiny hand almost
completely swallowed in mine.  "I hope you're good at math, Pete," she
grinned good-naturedly and rolled her eyes.  "Because I haven't understood
a thing the teacher said since the beginning of the year." Her voice hadn't
broken yet, it sounded perky and chipmunky, unlike her mother's soft,
womanly tones.

"Come on in, Pete," said Sarah.  "Grab your books from your room, Luce.
You can work at the kitchen table."

"Awww, Mom!" Lucy said.  "Can't we just do it in my room?  I've got
everything I need up there?"

"No," Sarah said in a non-nonsense voice.  "Kitchen table, please.  No
arguments."

Sarah and I both knew why I wasn't going up to be alone with her
pre-pubescent daughter in her bedroom, but poor Lucy just thought her Mom
was being a pain.

"Humph," she muttered, and stalked off up the stairs as Sarah invited me
in.

"Can I get you a coffee, Pete," she asked, walking ahead of me and
allowing me an extended study of her tiny bottom.  I marvelled again at her
slim thighs; they didn't even brush together as she walked.

"No thanks," I declined, and then thinking it might be nice to share a
drink and conversation with her, "Maybe after Lucy and I are done. 
One-hour tutes, right?"

"Yes, thanks," she said.  "You know Lucy and I will be super grateful if
you can get her grades up; I really have left this way too late."

I allowed myself a brief daydream of what Sarah's gratefulness might
feel like; her small teacup breasts to my lips, her slim thighs open to
reveal her tiny, pink pussy, open and wet, the head of my cock touching it,
pressing inward, forcing her open and then heavenly warmth as it closes
tightly around my shaft and I glide in all the way to my balls, Sarah
screaming my name as she bucks and comes, helpless and impaled on my thick
cock.

Whew!  That was a bit too real.  Better start thinking about the math.

Lucy returned with an armload of books and I spent almost the entire
hour getting a feel for where she was up to, where the rest of the class
was up to, and how much work there was in between.  Quite a bit, it turned
out; but she was bright and attentive and she tried hard, so I thought we
would make good progress.  It was probably a case that she got left behind
on one simple foundation piece early in the year and it compromised the
rest of her learning.

At the end of the hour, I told her a joke my teacher had explained when
I started seventh grade: algebra seems new and strange because we are
working with symbols like x instead of just numbers.

"But all you have to do," I explained, "is to substitute x with eggs;
they even sound the same.  So 2x plus 3x is just two eggs plus three eggs."

"Five eggs!" she cried, delighted at how easy it was.

"Right," I said smiling.  "But remember to convert your eggs back to x."

"So 2x plus 3x equals 5x?"

"Yep," I agreed, and then slipped in the punch line.  "And that works
for just about everything in algebra ... until you get to eggs squared."

She collapsed into giggles like I hoped she would.  We were a few
minutes over the hour, so I closed the books and told her she could pack it
up.

Sarah had been chaperoning us from the next room and came in as soon as
she heard me finishing up.  "How about that coffee, now?"

"That would be fantastic, thank you," I said, genuinely grateful.

As Lucy went upstairs, I sat at the kitchen counter and watched Sarah as
she moved around the kitchen; the minute bounce of her loose breasts under
the pink jumper and the flex and sway of her shapely bottom as she walked.

"So what's the verdict?" she asked.

"We've got a bit of work to do," I explained.  "But she seems really
motivated and ready to learn, so I'd like to do three sessions a week; is
that too much?"

Sarah sighed and smiled, clearly relieved.  "Oh thank you, Pete.  You're
a life saver; that sounds perfect.  I was worried you'd have trouble with
the commitment."

"No, it's easy," I said.  "I only have fifteen contact hours at college.
I can come over Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school if you like."

That settled, we drank a surprisingly good cup of coffee and talked of
things inconsequential: life on campus, where my family came from, what I
was planning to do after college.  It was friendly, but it also felt a bit
like a second interview.  She was just checking me out, I guess; and that's
pretty understandable.

By the time I left, I had a pretty fierce case of young lust for her and
found myself wishing Wednesday would hurry up, goddammit, and get her
already.

~~~

After a few weeks of thrice-weekly tutorials, everything was going
great. Lucy was learning quickly and had progressed with me through almost
two months of the school syllabus; and Sarah made me coffee after each
tutorial while I stared longingly at her breasts, although she always wore
a bra now, so maybe I wasn't as discrete as I liked to think that sweet and
wonderful first time.

Lucy's little brother was home every afternoon and was bored without his
sister to play with; he made such a nuisance of himself that Sarah finally
relented and allowed us to study in Lucy's bedroom.  It was typical of any
pre-teen girl's bedroom: a single bed with ruffles everywhere, a dozen
cushions, hero and heart-throb posters on the walls and clothes strewn all
over the floor.

I found myself discretely admiring the tiny cotton panties and little
round-cupped training bras that more often than not would be hanging from
the back of the spare wooden chair that I used.  I marvelled at how much
she resembled her mother and the incongruity of the fact that she was so
small and child-like, and yet so obviously developing into the beautiful
woman that she would become.

Lucy enjoyed the tutorials and I'm not ashamed to say that I did too. 
She was funny and vivacious and loved to laugh; she was such a pleasure to
be with that I looked forward to every session.  She had such a refreshing
innocence as well; still growing into her woman's body, she carried herself
like a child, often sitting with her legs apart or stretching luxuriously
with her arms upraised so that her t-shirt stretched tightly across her
small breasts and pulled up at the waist to show her belly button and the
narrow curves that were beginning to accentuate her girlish hips.

As spring warmed towards summer, Lucy's Levis and t-shirts were replaced
by short-shorts and singlet tops, and on two occasions in particular I was
pleasingly reminded of her relentless charge towards womanhood.

We were sitting at her desk and Lucy was struggling with a difficult
concept that I had already tried to explain in a couple of different ways.
In exasperation, she fell forwards on her desk, arms folded with her head
resting on her hands and blonde hair fanned out to the side as she looked
back at me with an expression of misery on her elfin face.  The arm hole of
her singlet was gaping open and beneath her arm I could see straight
inside. The two tiny, pale-blue cups of her training bra were doing their
best to cover her small breasts, but from my angle to the side and slightly
behind, the one on the opposite side had fallen forwards and away from her
soft pale flesh, showing me the small pink button of her nipple sitting
proud and slightly pointed atop the freshly swelling curve of her young
breast.  It occurred to me that I could simply reach straight in along that
line of sight to touch it and feel it harden beneath my fingertips as I
gently stroked it.  I imagined Lucy closing her eyes and shivering with
unaccustomed pleasure, whispering to me in her little chipmunk voice to ask
why it felt so nice.

The following week, I was giving her an oral quiz.  Lucy was still
wearing her blue and white striped school dress and had moved from the desk
to the bed, where she sat with her back to the wall and facing me sitting
in the chair.  As I asked the questions, she drew her knees up to her chest
and - with her feet planted about shoulder-width apart on the covers of her
bed - I could see straight between her ankles to the white gusset of her
little panties.

After reading each question, I looked up and waited for her to answer,
and stole another look at her panties if she was looking away.  As her
attention-span was stretched, she began to fidget, swinging her knees from
side to side as I watched the small bulge of her young pussy swaying back
and forth with them.  The side to side swaying morphed into opening and
closing; as her concentration waned, she made a game of it with her hands
on her knees, swapping sides each time her knees touched, pretending that
her legs passed straight through each other and out the other side.

Every time her knees parted, I could see the whole front of her white
panties and up to the flat skin of her stomach.  A tiny crease formed in
the cotton stretched over her pussy as it opened and closed with her
movements.  Stopping her game to concentrate on a tricky question, Lucy
held her knees apart and I could see the sheer cotton of her panties dimple
a little over her tiny opening.  Finishing up the quiz and our lesson, I
realised that my cock was hard as stone.  I skipped my cup of coffee with
Sarah and rushed home to masturbate, slowly and luxuriously, imagining my
shaft sliding into Lucy's tight, pink folds, kissing her tiny breasts while
she gasped in pleasure and surprise as my cock explored the shallow depths
of her young pussy for the very first time.

~~~

I found myself enjoying the tutorials more and more and Lucy in her
sweet innocence continued to afford me more glimpses of her burgeoning
womanhood.  Most days I would stay to enjoy a coffee with Sarah, but every
day - and even on off days when I didn't see her - I would go home to
masturbate; my orgasms increasing in intensity and duration as I imagined
sinking into her tiny opening, slowly feeding my thick cock into her, her
ankles locked around my butt and trying to draw me deeper even though at
only half way I could already feel her cervix pressing back at the tip of
my cock.  And then as I felt my climax approaching, I would imagine my cum
rushing into her and spraying back over my balls because her pussy was
stretched so tight over my cock; I imagined her own orgasm mounting, eye's
wide and fluttering with nervous fear as she gasped "Oh, oh, oh" into my
ear in her tiny, sweet voice; and then her thighs clenching and shaking as
her first orgasm ravaged her little body.

One holiday Monday, I walked up the neat path and rang the doorbell but
received no answer.  I rang a couple more times and then walked around the
side of the house to investigate, hearing the sound of splashing and
laughter from the swimming pool out the back.  Sarah saw me from the other
side of the gate and waved me back.

"I'll come through and open the front door, Pete," she called.

Going back around the front, Sarah let me inside and then yelled for
Lucy to come inside.

"I'll get her stuff ready," I said, and headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Alone in there for the first time, I picked up a pair of yellow panties and
held them up.  They were inexpensive thin, cotton briefs and looking
through them I could see the shapes of the furniture in the room.  I felt a
little tingle as I realised that Lucy's pussy was probably inside this thin
cotton earlier today, and I wondered whether - if the light was right - I
would be able to see the small, pink shadow of her opening through the
weave.  I held them up to my face and kissed the inside where her pussy had
touched, imagining it was her soft, smooth labia touching my lips.  My
tongue stole out for a tiny taste of her pussy / panties - I had lost track
of reality in my daydream - but was disappointed to taste nothing; her
young woman's body having not yet matured to the point of developing that
sweet musky aroma.

Hearing her hurrying up the stairs, I made sure I hadn't left any saliva
on her panties and put them back on the floor where I found them.  As I
turned to fumble with the books, Lucy burst in, giggling with youthful
exuberance and soaking wet even though she was carrying a towel.

"Pete!" Thank God you're here, she laughed.  "I so need a break from all
this boring swimming and playing to do some exciting math with my favourite
tutor!"

She stood with feet apart and hands on her hips, which were rocked to
one side and head cocked to the other.  She was wearing a purple and gold
bikini and for the first time I saw the full extent of her developing
beauty.  Her waist was so tiny I could have clasped both hands around and
made the fingers touch; her pelvis curved downwards from her belly button
and flowed smoothly into the swell of her mons pubis, proud and sweetly
outlined beneath the wet fabric.  The bikini top had an underwire that
lifted and gave some shape to her developing breasts, even though she was
still a long way from having cleavage.  For the first time I noticed that
they were beginning to swell at the sides - although that might have been
the underwire at work - I wondered briefly whether they would be big enough
yet to lift in the cup of your hand, or would the soft flesh still cling to
the thin frame of her chest underneath.

"So what do you think?" she asked, wiggling her bottom.

I thought I would like to tear it off her and then lick the beading
water from her sweet, hairless pussy lips with my tongue.

"What do I think of what?" I asked instead.

"My bikini, silly!" She shook from the shoulders and I saw her breasts
wobble deliciously in response.  Maybe they really would be heavy enough to
cup; I imagined standing behind her in the mirror, a hand beneath each one
and watching as the softness dimpled beneath the touch of my fingertips and
her nipples hardened as I brushed them with my thumbs.

"Mom got it for me new this week," she enthused.  "It's my first one
because this is the first year I've had the boobs to pull it off." With a
complete lack of self-consciousness, she cupped them herself and squeezed,
exactly as I had imagined a moment earlier; the only difference being that
she didn't tweak her nipples to tiny peaks; but they did mould enticingly
around her splayed fingers and bulge out the tops of the cups.

"Right, of course," I said, carefully admiring her sweet, young body now
that I was given permission to do so.  "It's lovely.  Do you like it?"

"I love it!" she giggled, shaking again with glee.

"I'll get out while you get changed," I said, brushing past her near
nakedness towards the door.

"Don't bother," she said, grabbing my arm in her small hand.  "I'm just
going to jump back in the pool when you're gone.  I'll dry off a bit and
sit on my towel."

I couldn't argue with that logic, and so I braced myself to spend an
hour sitting with her wearing only the sort of under-garments that I had
been trying to sneak a look at beneath her clothes for the past few months.
She towelled her dripping hair, arms, tummy and breasts; and then bent over
to dry her slim, shapely legs.  I hoped that her bikini top would gape and
I would get another look at her small, pink nipples; but sadly it was too
well made and didn't open at all as she bent over.

Making an amused face at me while I waited for her, she vigorously
rubbed her bikini bottom front and back to get it as dry as possible; and
then when she dropped the towel and started to tie up her damp blonde hair,
I noticed with a surge of adrenalin that the gusset of her bikini had
pulled to the side and now one edge was running up the middle of her virgin
slit, while the soft flesh of her labia, pale and hairless, was exposed to
one side.

I almost said something ... and then didn't as I anticipated what would
certainly be the longest and most explosive session of masturbating yet
when I got home.  Incredibly, Lucy didn't notice a thing; she just sat down
beside me in her bikini and started working patiently through the problems
that I had prepared for the session.  As she concentrated on the paper in
front of her, I kept looking down between her legs at that exposed half of
her vagina.  With my cock and balls throbbing painfully in my shorts, I
longed to reach between her legs and touch it; just to see if it was as
soft and pliant as it looked, maybe stroke along its length to savour it
smooth texture ... and maybe ... just maybe get Lucy's developing young
body excited enough for her to take off the bikini altogether so that I
could inspect progress on the tiny paradise that right now was still under
construction between her thighs.

With my poor swollen balls aching between my legs, I was too
uncomfortable to remain seated and briefly flirted with the idea of
excusing myself to unload what felt like about a gallon of cum in the
bathroom next door.  Steeling myself to endure the pain, I thought better
of it, wanting to save it until I got home.  Instead I lay down on Lucy's
bed, back propped up on her scatter cushions so I could gaze at the slim
curve of her hips from behind and give my poor balls a rest from sitting up
straight.

"Finished!" she sang a few minutes later, turning around and smiling at
me.  "Are we done now?  Can I go back out to the pool?"

"We'll see," I said.  "Bring it over here.  If they're all right then
we'll do an oral for five minutes until your time is up.  You know your mom
would slap me silly if I didn't give you a full hour."

She bounced over to me with her answer sheet.  "Well they'd better be
all right," she said, trying to sound scary in her sweet, squeaky voice. 
"Otherwise I'll slap you silly!" she cried gleefully as she jumped on the
bed, straddling my hips and - landing right on my swollen cock - pretending
to slap me as I pushed backwards into the pillows in surprise, shock and
pain.

I looked down and saw the soft, creamy flesh of her labia pressed
against the outline of my cock, which bucked and strained beneath her.

"Man, you're bony!" she said, wiggling her hips uncomfortably as the
hard bone of her pubis rocked painfully back and forth over my straining,
rock hard shaft.  With that movement, I stared in paralysed horror as the
exposed half of her pussy opened and embraced my thick tool through my
shorts.  I could see the tiny points of her nipples standing out through
her bikini top and realised that in her innocent way she had discovered
that she enjoyed the feeling and was now deliberately pleasuring herself on
my cock.

With her pussy clamped over my throbbing length, she stopped rocking
back on forth and instead pumped her tiny hips, saying "Bony, bony,
bone-boy," still playing her game but enjoying the way it made her feel at
the same time.

I felt my balls surging and realised with sick horror that I was about
to come in my pants.  My only chance was to get her off my cock straight
away and get her pussy covered up again so that I couldn't see it.  And I
should have done it in that order.  I should have just put my hands around
her waist and lifted her off me.

For reasons I don't understand, I tried to cover her up first.  I
reached down and slipped a finger into the gusset of her bikini and slid
downwards trying to pull the fabric out of her open slit; but as soon as I
touched her soft, smooth pussyflesh, my cock cramped and my balls swelled
to take that deep breath that they seem to do before jetting the first gout
of cum.  "Oh, God, no!" I croaked, trying to clutch at my cock, but my
finger was still caught in Lucy's bikini and I succeeded only in uncovering
her entire pussy.

Time seemed to stand still; Lucy was on the back-thrust of one of her
dry humps and as her pussy tilted up towards me, I could see everything in
its sweet youthful glory.  With her lips pulled wide and forwards, her tiny
pink clitoris, hard and engorged, was peeking out from its hiding place at
the top her opening, which was also visible; a little pink heart-shaped
depression about the size of the iris of one her shocked, blue eyes.

I barely had time to think that my little finger would barely fit in
there, let alone my cock, and then my tortured balls finally unloaded and
pumped cum into my shorts.  I felt the first two pumps spray thickly
against my skin and - now that the worst had finally happened - I began to
think more clearly, expecting my convulsions to weaken with just the excess
fluid seeping from my poor spent cock.  I couldn't believe when a third
pump sprayed just as thick and hot as before, followed by a fourth and
fifth.  In a moment of panic, I thought I was going to cum forever, but
finally the intense contractions in my balls began to fade and I finally
regained enough control to do what I should have done in the beginning: I
picked up Lucy's almost naked body by the waist and lifted her off my
aching but greatly relieved cock.

Eyes wide, she stared at the spreading wet patch on my shorts with her
lips frozen in a small `O' of shock and wonder.  Finally, she noticed her
exposed vagina and with one deft flick of her finger she did what I
couldn't and tucked it back behind the sheath of her bikini.

"I've gotta go," I blurted, and without waiting for an answer I ran
downstairs and out the front door before anyone could see the huge, wet cum
stain on my shorts.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, I didn't budge from my
bedroom.  I was shaking and sweaty and every half hour to an hour I would
get hard again and lie back, shut my eyes to think about Lucy's tiny pink
opening while I masturbated.  I wondered how much it might stretch and what
I might be able to fit in there; my finger: certainly; my tongue:
absolutely; but my cock?  It was impossible to imagine, but I managed it
anyway, and in my fantasies my cum didn't go in my shorts but it filled her
little pussy to overflowing until it was seeping white and creamy out of
her spent entrance.

~~~

I almost didn't go back on Wednesday afternoon.  Three times I grabbed
the phone to call Sarah, to tell her any lie I could: I had another job; I
was leaving college; whatever.  But I couldn't do it, every time I came
close to calling I thought about Lucy and how she had pumped her
little-girl hips in an unconscious parody of fucking.  She didn't know what
she was doing, but she knew she liked it, just as I knew.  If I bailed on
her now then she might blame herself - or me - when all it had been was an
unfortunate accident.  Better that I go over there, act normal and
apologise to her like the grown-up she was becoming for running out and
then assure her that we did nothing to be ashamed of.

Well that was the plan.  So I did go back and to my great relief, Sarah
met me at the door with her usual bright greeting and called out to Lucy.
Even better, Lucy came running out smiling and pleased to see me and led me
upstairs to her bedroom like nothing had happened.

We worked through some new material on geometry and I found my old
rhythm in the normality of the lesson; by the time it was almost over, I
realised I hadn't thought about her pussy or her perky little breasts for
whole time.  Incredibly, my cock - still aching a bit after its punishment
from two days earlier - was still blessedly soft and neutral about the ripe
and hot little body sitting next to me.

"Pete?" she asked softly as I checked my watch -ten minutes to go.

"Yep?" I said, looking down at her sitting beside me, her blue eyes wide
and frightened, looking back up at me.  I realised with heartbreak that it
was taking an enormous amount of courage for her say what she was about to
say, and I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I hadn't even practiced
what I needed to say to her.  Part of me probably hoped that it would just
go away.

"I'm sorry I wet you with my bikini," she apologised.  "I was sort of
mucking about and forgot I was still a bit wet."

I very nearly accepted her apology and pretended that was exactly what
had happened, but although she didn't understand now, she probably would
later on, and that would make it worse for her than if I came clean now.

I decided not to make a big deal of it.  Treat it as something normal
and natural, shit happens, don't sweat it.

"Oh Lucy," I said.  "You don't need to apologise.  You were almost dry,
anyway.  I just wasn't ready for you and I accidently came in my pants."

"Oh, right," she said, then paused and curled an eyebrow.  "Uh, I don't
get it.  Did you wee yourself?  Why didn't you go to the toilet if you
needed to?"

"No, sweetie," I laughed.  "I didn't wee, I came.  Do you know what that
is?"

She shook her head, blonde eyebrows drawn together with concern but
still curious.

"Oh, wow.  Where to start?" I sighed.  "Okay, do you know where babies
come from?"

"Mom's tummy," she smiled, happy she knew the answer to that one.

"Yeah, but do you know how they get in there?" I asked.

That one stumped her for a moment but then she answered, "Jenny Truro at
school reckons it's when a guy wees on your ... you know ... down there."

"Your vagina," I said.  "Or pussy, if you think vagina sounds too
grown-up."

"Yeah, on your pussy," she agreed.  "But I don't think that's right,
`cos Mom's always complaining about people weeing in the pool but she's
never worried about having another baby."

"Smart girl," I smiled.  "Jenny Truro is kind of close, though.  It's
not on your pussy, but inside it.  And it's not wee, but it's cum."

Lucy's eyes and mouth opened in shocked surprise.  "Yes," she said with
sudden realisation.  "That's why they say boys want to put their thing in
you!  It's to make a baby."

"Well, not always," I smiled and rolled my eyes.  "Mostly people just do
it because it feels nice.  They don't always have a baby."

A shadow of concern crossed her face.  "I'm not going to have a baby am
I?  Because of your cum?"

"No, don't worry," I said seriously, trying not to laugh.  "I just came
in my pants, I didn't have my ..."

"Your thing?"

"...yeah, my thing, my cock.  I didn't have it inside you," I said. 
"Besides, you can't have a baby yet.  Have you ever had a period?"

No surprise at that one, she knew what it meant and shook her head. 
"Mom says maybe not too long now ... you know ... because of these." She
looked down and cupped her small breasts, giving them a little squeeze with
her thumb and forefinger.

I had been coping fairly well up to that point, but looking at her
caress herself I felt my cock swell in my shorts.

"Understand?" I asked.

"Mo---stly," she said slowly, but there was still a question in her
voice.  I gave her a few moments to think about how she should ask it.  "I
still don't get why?"

"Why what?" I thought the `why' of babies was self-evident.

"Why did you cum?" she said hesitantly.  "Even though your ... your cock
wasn't in my pussy?"

"Ah, the hair trigger," I laughed.  "Story of my life."

I realised that wasn't an explanation that would make sense to her. 
"You don't have to have it in a pussy to make it come," I tried again. 
"Sometimes it just happens when you play with it enough.  That's what
happened when you sat on me."

"So it was kind of my fault," she said sadly.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't
mean to."

"I know you didn't, honey," I soothed her.  "It's nothing to be sorry
for.  It felt nice; that's why I came."

She seemed happy with that, but she was still thinking hard.  "Can I see
it?" she asked with naked innocence.

"Oh, no," I shook my head.  "I don't think that would be a ..."

"I won't tell anyone!" she pleaded.  "Please!  I just want to see where
cum comes from." I was doing OK resisting her and then she giggled, smiling
"Cum comes from, get it?" And looking at her sparkling eyes and shining
smile, my resolve melted away.

"Oh, crap," I said under my breath.  "I'm going to regret this."

I stood up and she got up too, standing in front of me and almost two
feet shorter, the top of her blonde head came up to the bottom of my ribs.
She was standing close and looking at my shorts and then craning back to
look up at my face.  With a deep breath, I unbuttoned my shorts and let
them drop to the floor, boxers and all.

"Oh, holy heck," she breathed.  "It's huge!"

It was swollen and heavy and standing out a bit but still drooping
downwards.  She watched entranced as it thickened and swelled, raising up
almost to its full seven inches.  My heart was beating fast just watching
her watch my cock.  I gave it a flex and it swelled and hardened and bobbed
up towards her face.  She took a surprised step back and looked up at me.

"Tell me when it's about to cum," she said, staring back down at it with
rapt attention.

"It's not going to cum," I told her.  "It only does that when a girl is
touching it."

She licked her lips and looked up at me nervously.  "I want to see it
cum," she said seriously.  "Can I hold it?"

Giving up completely, I nodded my head.  Licking her lips again and with
a look of great concentration on her face, she put out her right hand like
a handshake and nervously took my cock around the middle; her fingertips
not quite touching around my girth.  The soft touch of her cool fingers
felt like a tiny slice of heaven wrapped around my cock and it bucked in
her grasp, making her yelp in surprise.

She looked up at me with a big grin, "Did you do that to scare me,
smarty pants?"

"I can't always control it," I answered seriously.  "I didn't mean to do
that one; it just felt nice when you took it." I gave it another flex and
it bucked hard in her hand.  She yelped again in surprise and giggled. 
"That one was deliberate," I smiled.

"Is this all I have to do?" she asked.

"Well, sometimes you can make it come with your hand," I said.  "But
it's easier if I can see or touch your pussy." She looked nervous at that,
so I added "Or just your boobs if you want?"

She looked at me quizzically, wondering why I would be interested in her
little breasts.  But she didn't hesitate; she let go of my cock for a
second and unbuttoned her school dress down the front, pulled it over her
shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  She pulled the shoulder straps of
her training bra down her arms and then shimmied it past her hips to the
floor as well.  Taking up my cock again in her right hand, she stood before
me in her tiny perfection wearing just a pair of pale blue panties with a
bow on the front.

Seeing both her breasts for the first time, my breath caught in my
throat.  God, they were perfect; small round swells at the bottom and - I
was right - filling out with a little bulge at the sides as well.  They sat
apart with her perky little button nipples pointing slightly up and out to
the sides.  They were right at the level of my cock and I longed to push
them together - I thought they were nearly big enough to manage it - and
glide my cock through their soft perfection.

Instead I moved my hands down and in front of them, pausing and waiting
for her permission.  She looked up at me with big, nervous eyes and biting
her bottom lip, she nodded for me to keep going.  Just using my fingertips,
I touched the soft curves at the bottom, feeling them give at my touch,
soft but firm.  I don't think I have touched anything so smooth and
delicate - except maybe that fleeting touch of her pussy - but now I could
go slow and concentrate.  Heart in my mouth, I lifted with my fingertips,
half expecting them to simply slide over her silky smooth skin; but to my
delight they lifted to my touch and I measured their petite weight, her
nipples bobbing and pointing upwards at my eyes.

My cock swelled and bucked in her hand.  "Now?" she asked.

"Not yet," I said.  "But soon.  Now you need to stroke it." Reluctantly
taking one hand from her lovely, young breasts, I closed it gently over her
fist and increased the pressure, showing her how tight to hold.  Then very
slowly I pulled it towards her, the soft skin of my cock sliding over the
iron shaft underneath like silk sheets and bunching over the end of my
knob. Then just as slowly I glided her back down.

Repositioning her grip further down near the base, I took her other hand
and got her to gently cup my balls and massage them softly between her
fingertips and palm.  Looking down at her with my thick cock and balls in
her tiny hands, I pumped involuntarily again making my balls swell in her
hand as my knob strained and doubled in size under her tighter grip at the
base.  She looked up at me, her face filled with wonder and delight. 
"Unbelievable," she whispered.  Don't I know it.

I repeated the motion from before, stroking slowly forward and then all
the way back, getting her to give my cock a tighter squeeze at the end.

"Is that it," she whispered, entranced at the liquid movement of my skin
over the thick hardness underneath.

"That's it," I said, returning to her breasts, stroking them and
squeezing them, lightly pinching the nipples until they were hard points,
and without any further instruction she fucked my thick cock in her tiny
hand, slowly back and forth, pausing and squeezing to get it to throb in
her grip.

I felt that familiar pressure building in my balls.  I was a few seconds
away from coming and I took a chance, stepping closer and touching the
inside of one breast to the tip of my cock, a bead of pre-cum on the tip
making it slick and frictionless on her smooth flesh.  She didn't stop me
or move way so I pushed across the other one so that my knob rested on her
thin chest, nestled between them.  She kept fucking it back and forth with
her hand and I rubbed my knob over her the valley I had made between her
breasts, now slick and wet with my pre-cum.

My balls began to take that deep breath and I whispered "Now, Lucy. 
It's happening now," as I thrust from the hips and ploughed my thick shaft
through the tight, slick canyon I had manufactured and then pumped a thick
gout of hot cum straight up the middle.  Amazed that I could replenish
supplies so soon, I sprayed the next two bursts over the hard point of her
right nipple and then - withholding what I knew would be the last strong
contraction - I carefully cupped the left one, guiding it with my finger
and thumb gently squeezing the nipple and then unloaded the last of my seed
onto its tiny surface before spreading it around the delicate underside
with my knob, now finally spent and weeping cum from the tip.

"Oh.  My.  God!" she gasped, looking up at me, almost naked in her
little panties with cum sprayed across the tiny swells of her young
breasts. "That was incredible.  Thank you."

"No, thank you," I breathed.  "That felt ... amazing."

"Really?" she asked, looking down at her thin chest.  "Because they're
not very big."

"Really!" I assured her.  "They're just the right size."

Kneeling down in front of her, I cleaned my cum off her with tissues,
which I then wrapped up and stuffed in my pockets.  I cleaned off my cock
as well and got dressed, reluctantly watching Lucy get back into her little
training bra and school dress.

I instructed her to go to the bathroom and wipe down again with a damp
cloth; otherwise she might be able to smell it.  "I can already smell it,"
she wrinkled her nose.

"It's not that bad," I laughed.  "Lots of girls like it in their mouth.
They say it tastes nice."

"Really," she looked at me suspiciously.

I nodded.  "Go clean yourself up."

She did.  I went to the toilet and flushed the tissues.  I was feeling
clear and mellow for once.  Depending on what Lucy was wearing, I sometimes
finished a tutorial with my cock and balls aching for release so it was
often a chore to sit with Sarah and watch her pert little breasts and
tight, round bottom while she fussed in the kitchen with our coffee.

This was different: fifty minutes of swotting and ten minutes of the
most incredible hand-job of my life was a perfect mix; I stayed and talked
to Sarah for nearly an hour and left happy without an uncomfortable bulge
in my shorts.

~~~

Lucy was her usual, sweet, charming self at our next lesson on Friday;
so much so that I thought she had satisfied her curiosity about my cock and
cum and moved on to things more interesting to her young mind.  I saw her
checking the clock a few times and then with ten minutes to go she turned
to me with a little smile and upturned eyes that she probably used on her
parents to get what she wanted.

"Pete?" she asked sweetly.

My heart started beating faster.  "Luce?"

"Do you mind ... would you ...?" she began, averting her eyes with
shyness.  I gave her time to put it together in her mind.  "Can you please
cum on me again?"

I was surprised at how she put it.  When I saw her clock watching and
then her shyness as she began to ask, I kind of expected - and hoped - that
she would ask, but I thought she would say `I want to see you cum again?',
or maybe the one I had imagined last night in my bed `Can I hold your cock
again?' But she asked me to cum on her!  Now I was curious.

"Why?" I asked.  "Did you like it?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

"What did you like about it?" I probed.

"Um ...?" she blushed a little and looked down.  "Are you trying to
embarrass me, Pete?"

"No, honey," I said earnestly.  "But if I know what you liked about it
then I can make sure and do those things."

That seemed to make sense to her.  Still looking down at her lap, "Well,
I liked holding your cock ...," she began slowly.  "And the way you made it
jump," she giggled.

"That was mostly you making it jump," I laughed.

She looked back up at my face with delight in her blue eyes.  "Did I
really?"

I nodded.

"Well I also liked what you did to my boobs," she said, eyes glazing
with the recollection.  "I felt ... kind of ...," she searched for the
word. "Tingly," she finished.

My cock was hardening again as she described her first sexual yearnings.
"So what did you like about my cum?"

"Well, it made me feel all tingly too," she said.  "But different."

"Different?"

"Mmmm," she nodded.  "It was all up here," she cupped her small breasts,
"but it made me feel tingly down her." She opened her thighs and touched
her pussy with a little shiver.  She seemed like she wanted to say
something else, so I gave her a few moments.  "That's where I want you to
cum."

Oh, Christ!  That was where I wanted to cum too, but unfortunately we
were on different wavelengths.  I understood that she just wanted me to cum
over her pussy - and I was more than happy to oblige, if only to get
another look at her sweet, smooth, virgin slit - but my straining cock
longed to be inside her and fill her with my hot seed.

"OK," I said matter-o-factly even though my heart was racing, "I'll need
all of your clothes off."

"Yippee!" she jumped out of seat and within a couple of seconds she
stripped off her school dress and bra.  As she watched me undress, I saw
that her tiny nipples had already peaked with excitement.  Stripping off my
t-shirt and standing naked in front of her, she looked nervously at my
thick cock, veins bulging and twitching with the anticipation of her soft
girl-flesh.

"Do you want to take those off?" I asked, touching her white panties on
the satin bow at the front.

She bit her lip and looked at me pleadingly, but didn't answer.  "Do you
want me to take them off?" I asked.

She nodded, relieved.

"Here.  Stand up on this," I said, pulling out the wooden chair that I
had been sitting on.  She climbed on and stood up, holding onto my
shoulders for balance.  We were now almost the same height and I got a good
close-up look at her little round breasts.  "Are they tingling?"

She shook her head.  "Not yet," she whispered.  "I think you need to
touch them to make them tingle."

Leaning down, I kissed her breasts, licking around the rounded base and
lifting them with the tip of my tongue, relishing the smooth springy
texture beneath my touch.  Taking a nipple into my mouth, I sucked it,
teasing it into hardness and then gently nibbled the tip, sending a shiver
through her tiny frame.  As I repeated the process on the other side, she
shivered again and I saw her hand steal to the front of her panties and rub
her pussy.

"Tingly?" I asked.

She licked her lips and smiled, nodding so that her blonde pony tail
flipped up and down.

I pinched the flimsy material at her hips and pulled them down an inch,
showing the milky smooth bulge of her mons pubis, but not yet far enough to
see the beginning of her slit.  As I paused, she leaned forward
breathlessly and gave me a quick, dry kiss on the lips to encourage me. 
Like I needed any!

I slid her panties all the way over her hips to uncover the most perfect
little pussy in all of creation.  The smooth, creamy flesh looked as soft
as pillows, curving delicately into the tiny crease in the middle.  I was
desperate to get her legs apart for a closer look.

"Let's get on the bed," I said and picked her up with surprised squeak.
I lay back on her bed with my back propped up on her pillows and set he
down on my thighs with her knees up and feet planted by my hips.  She
relaxed her thighs and allowed her knees to fall away, stretching her
little pussy so that the crease opened a couple of millimetres.

She looked at me for permission to start.  Barely had I begun to nod and
she took my thick cock in her tiny right hand and began stroking it just as
I had shown her.  Stroking and tweaking her nipples again, I used all of my
willpower to hold back the orgasm, relishing the sweet anticipation of
cumming all over her tiny pussy lips.

"It's not cumming?" she said in that sweet, squeaky little-girl voice.
"Am I doing it right?"

"It doesn't always work, honey," I said.  "It's not your fault."

A look of abject disappointment fell over her face.

"Maybe it would help if you put it in your pussy," I suggested.  She
looked at my giant cock and her tiny little pussy nervously.  "Not the
whole way," I explained.  "Just put the tip in here," I touched my index
finger to her slit and teased apart the soft lips.

She shuffled forwards on my thighs, still gripping my cock in her right
hand as I bore down, trying not to come.

As her pussy moved close enough for my cock to reach, I guided her to
lie back flat on my legs, the tiny swells of her breasts flattening against
her chest.  I lifted her feet off the bed and braced them against my
shoulders to raise the angle of her slit, giving my cock full access to its
entire length, and then guided her hand on my cock, touching the tip to her
virgin entrance, which was instantly lubricated with the pre-cum seeping
from the tip.

We both shivered with excitement as my bulging knob glided with
frictionless ease down the length of her slit.  Instinctively, she held me
steady at the bottom of the stroke, right over the top of her tiny entrance
as if daring me to push inside.  Oh, the temptation!

I could feel my orgasm building in my balls, and with my knob lodged
securely between her tight pussy lips, she began to stroke me again.  The
image of this tiny, blonde goddess; laid back and fucking the tip of my
cock into her pussy was blowing my mind.  I couldn't see how it could
possibly get any better and then, staggeringly, it did!

Steadying me between her pussy lips with one hand around my cock, she
began to rock her hips, pumping them slowly and luxuriously up and down to
slide my knob through her slit, now slick and coated with pre-cum.  She
blew out a little gasp of pleasure every time she rocked down as my knob
grazed her hard little clitoris, and then sucked in breath on the up
stroke, pulling at my straining member as she got it over her entrance and
using it to open up her virginal hole.

I would have dearly loved to see how far she might have gone, but her
gasping breath and bucking hips sent me over the edge.  "Lucy, you've done
it, honey," I gasped.  "I'm going to cum."

I thought she would take me out and allow me to spray her lips and
pubis, but she held tight, pushing my bulging knob against her entrance,
which was just beginning to ease open.  When I came, I felt the force of
the spurt open her up and lubricate her more, allowing my thick knob to
enter another millimetre.  The remaining spurts all sprayed through her
slit, coating it top to bottom in hot, creamy cum.

With my contraction subsiding, I was about to sit her up and start
cleaning her soaking pussy when she let go of my cock and with her eyes
closed, she smeared my hot cum around her pussy, probing and rubbing it
around her hard clitoris as she gasped and moaned and finally, improbably,
she slipped the first joint of her middle finger into her entrance. 
Panting, she squeezed her thighs together, finger still in her virgin hole
and shivered from top to bottom in pleasure.

I watched spellbound as she slowly relaxed her thighs again; licking her
lips as she unselfconsciously rubbed my cream around her soft, smooth
labia. Is it possible that a girl that young could come?  I wouldn't have
thought so but now I was beginning to wonder.  They're not all screamers;
if I was fucking a girl and she shivered and clenched like that, I would
have chalked up a point against my tally.

"Mmmm," she said, opening her eyes and smiling at me, still massaging
cum into her pussy.  "That was super unreal!" God, she even sounded like
she was having a post-orgasm mellow vibe.  I almost expected her to light
up a cigarette.

"Was it the same as last time?" I asked.

"Uh, uh," she shook her head, smiling still.  "Tinglier!"

"Just tinglier?" I asked.  "It looked like something else happened at
the end."

"That bit felt super strange," she said, sitting up and straddling me,
eyes wide and cum seeping out of her young pussy.  "I felt your cum go all
the way into me."

"Uh huh?" I said, beckoning her to continue.  My heart was quickening
again; I didn't realise how much I wanted to make this little princess
come.

"And then I got a funny feeling," she went on, "in here," she rubbed the
base of her stomach around the pubic bone.  "It was a bit like wanting to
wee, but all tingly as well.  I think maybe it my pussy wanting to wee out
your cum.  But it was your cum inside me that was making it so tingly, so I
tried to push it back in and hold my legs together, but then the tingly
feeling went away, so I must have weed it out." She looked down between her
legs and all of my cum had indeed seeped out of her pussy.

"If you get that feeling again, honey," I told her.  "Don't try to stop
it; just keep doing what it was to give you that feeling."

"Why?" she looked confused.  "What if I wee for real?"

"You won't," I said.  "It's your body having an orgasm.  That's what
happens to me when I come."

"Will I spurt out cum like you?"

"Not like me," I smiled.  "And probably not at all.  Some girls have
clear cum a bit like wee, but most just get the orgasm feeling without the
cum."

"What's it feel like?"

I started cleaning her up with tissues.  "Tingly," I said.  "Times a
million."

"That sounds nice."

~~~

Seeing how she used my cum as a lubricant to masturbate, I played a
hunch and brought a tube of sex lube to our Monday session.

She was working slowly through an algebra problem I had set her,
concentrating hard with the tip of her tongue poking out the corner of her
mouth as she bent over her work.  It was almost ten minutes to the end of
the hour and I figured - since she had had the courage to ask me to cum
over her pussy - it was only fair that I took the initiative this time.

Doing what I had dreamed of a few weeks earlier, I reached through the
deep arm-hole of her singlet top and slipped my fingers under the little
round cup of her training bra.  Her breast underneath was small and soft
and wonderfully pliant.  My fingers found her little button-nipple and
pinched it gently.

"Pete?" she said, smiling but keeping on her work.  "Are you trying to
distract me?"

"Hurry up and finish that," I said, I have a surprise for you.  With
that I got undressed and lay down on the bed, propped up on the cushions
again so that I could watch her and stroke my cock.

She finished about thirty seconds later and saw me already naked, hard
and ready for her.  "What's my surprise?" she asked gleefully, stripping
with youthful speed and ease until she was as naked as me.

"Hop up here," I said, patting my thighs.

She straddled my thighs, the base of my cock just a few inches from her
virgin slit, which was opening with the strain of spreading her thighs so
far apart.

I got out my tube of sex lube and ran a toothpaste-like trail along the
length of my shaft.  "Do you remember what you were doing the other day in
your bikini?"

She nodded, her eyes shining with the memory of grinding her clitoris
against my cock.

"I want you to do that again," I told her.  "But this time it's going to
be like a Slip `n' Slide."

"A Slip `n' Slide?" she quizzed.  "In here, right?" She touched a finger
between her sweet little pussy lips.

"Exactly," I said.  "Do you want to hop on?"

I could feel her tiny frame shaking with anticipation.  She shuffled
forwards on her knees until her tiny slit was lined up over my shaft. 
Tentatively, she lowered onto it, touched it and hopped back up.  "Ewww. 
It's cold."

"Sorry," I smiled.  "I should have thought of that."

I put a hand between us and smeared the lube over my shaft so that it
wasn't one big cold blob.  As I did, the backs of my fingers kept brushing
her pussy, so figuring more lube is better than not enough, I turned my
slick fingers up the other way and coated her pussy lips.  I worked in
gentle circles from the top down, and when I got to her entrance her lips
magically parted, giving me access to her clitoris and the hot, soft
doorway of her opening.  Avoiding her clitoris, I coated the inside of her
lips with lube and then went to work on her opening with the narrow tip of
my ring finger, circling it and adding pressure, feeling it give beneath my
touch and then pulling back.

Lucy was watching me with eyes wide and lips parted, breathing heavily
though her mouth.  Every time I returned to her little hole, it opened a
bit easier.  Stopping my finger over that tiny gateway to heaven, I pressed
more insistently and as she opened beneath my touch, I stopped but this
time I didn't pull back.  Reapplying pressure, the tip of my ring finger
slipped inside.  It was warm and soft and unbelievably tight; I thought she
might be cutting off the circulation in my finger, but fuck, they could
amputate it for all I cared; it was so worth it.

Straddling my hard cock, Lucy was panting now; licking her lips and
gratefully stroking the hand that I was using to pleasure her.  I moved
slowly into her pussy until I had about an inch inside, just up to the
first knuckle.  That's enough, I told myself.  After all, she was still a
virgin and this experience was about teaching her to come, not deflowering
her.  Using my other hand to stroke her breasts, I slowly and lovingly
fucked her with my finger.

When I had her moaning and shaking with pleasure, it was time to move on
to her clitoris and hopefully bring on her first climax.  With genuine
reluctance I withdrew from her tight little canal and then closing my hands
around the slim curves of her hips, I lowered her sweet little slit onto my
hard shaft.  The lube did its work and her soft, creamy lips opened wide
and slipped over the sides of my cock like a hotdog in a bun as she rested
her full weight on me.

"Slip `n Slide," I whispered to her.

"Slip `n Slide," she agreed breathlessly and slipped frictionlessly down
the length of my erection until my knob pressed against her opening.  Part
of me hoped that her little entrance would open up as she slid back and
envelop my thick cock in her tight pussy, but another part knew that the
pain would be crippling as I broke her open, putting a premature end to
this wonderful hot-dogging.

As I rubbed and stroked her nipples, she investigated the different
angles and pressures against my cock that would best titillate her
clitoris. With her head thrown back and her little breasts thrust out, she
closed a hand around my knob and lifted the angle of my shaft against her
tiny love button.  She was moaning and gasping; holding my dick like a
rodeo rider and pumping her hips to grind her little pussy against my shaft
as I pinched the hard points of her nipples.  The eroticism of the image -
this gorgeous twelve year old - her body so young and soft in it burgeoning
beauty, almost at the point of orgasm on my cock was too much for me;
without any warning, my balls swelled and pumped and cum was flying through
the air and spraying wasted over my chest.

It was all so sudden; three quick pumps and I was spent.  Lucy kept
hot-dogging my cock, but I was softening and losing the pressure against
her clitoris.  Eventually, she realised that the moment was lost and
stopped humping.  Disappointment apparent on her face, she lay down on me
and rested her head on my chest, narrowly avoiding a pool of cum.

"I did what you said," she whispered miserably.  "I could feel the
tingly weeing feeling, even though you hadn't cum inside me, and I kept
doing it anyway.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart," I consoled her, rubbing her back in what
I hoped was a soothing fashion.  "You did the right thing, really," I said.
"It's just that my cock likes the feel of your pussy so much, it just has
to cum."

She noticed the pool of cum on my chest, still warm on my skin, and
sucked it up between her pursed lips.

"I thought you didn't like the smell?" I asked with genuine surprise.

"That was before you came in my pussy," she said.  "And it felt so hot
and tingly inside me; I wanted to see what it tasted like."

"And?"

"And I like it!" she giggled, wriggling against me with pleasure, her
slick pussy sliding around on my cock.

Heart beating faster again: "If you want, next time I could cum in your
mouth."

"How will you get it from my pussy to my mouth before it cums?" she
asked, genuinely interested.

"Well," I explained.  "I don't put it in your pussy in the first place.
You just put it in your mouth and suck it until it cums."

"Hmmmm." She seemed to be considering the idea.

"You don't want to?" I asked, disappointed.

"I do," she said.  "But I like the tingles in my pussy, too."

Good point!  This is why blow jobs are so hard to come by.

"If you like, I could lick your pussy," I bargained.  "Then you could
get tingles there and I could still cum in your mouth."

"Is it like getting licked by a dog?" She didn't sound sold on the idea.

"No!" I laughed.  "Nothing like that.  Do you know what French kissing
is?"

She sat up, interested again and looked at me, shaking her head, blonde
pony tail flipping from side to side.

"It's like regular kissing except you open your mouth and play
tonguesies."

"Tonguesies?" she giggled at me.  Trying so see whether I was fooling
her.

"And pussy licking is like French kissing, except I use my tongue and
you use your clitoris."

"My what?"

"Your clitoris," I said.  "The tingly bit."

Still uncertain, "It tingles everywhere."

I reached under her to feel her pussy again and she propped up her
bottom to give me access.  Sliding my finger back into her slit, I found
her opening - still soft and open from finger fucking - and then I moved up
until I found her clitoris, rubbing around the edges and grazing gently
over the surface, making her yelp and jump with surprise.

"It's tender again now," I said.  "But that's what you were rubbing
against on my cock."

Now she looked really interested.  "And you rub it with your tongue
instead?"

"Not just that," I explained.  "I can also go inside your pussy with my
tongue.  Like I did with my finger."

"You can not!" she exclaimed, smiling and chiding; thinking that I was
trying to fool her.

"Come here," I said, drawing her chin to my face.  "I'm going to French
kiss you and show you."

"Tilt your head," I said, guiding with my hands, "and open your mouth a
bit." She did it, but looked a bit like a mannequin in a store display. 
"And close your eyes." Better.

I leaned forward and put my mouth against her tiny lips, closing over
the top one, pulling and releasing, and then repeated with the bottom one.
She began kissing me back, inexpertly copying my movements.  I gently
probed between her lips with my tongue, touching her so she would know I
was there, seeking out her tongue.  She squeaked in surprise as I found it,
but didn't pull away; instead she probed gently back at me and I drew her
into my mouth.  Using my lips, I sucked her tongue and made my own into a
hard point, probing firmly down the length and then into her mouth,
swirling it around and treating it like I planned to treat her virgin
pussy.

"Convinced?" I asked, breaking away.

She looked down at her little button-nipples; they were rock hard again
and she pinched the points between her fingers, rubbing and stroking them
until they smoothed out again.  She smiled up at me.  "Convinced!"

~~~

I came another three times at home thinking about her tiny elfin face,
mouth opened wide and sucking my cock until I pumped her full of cum, Lucy
swallowing furiously and drinking my hot seed, but still it overflowed and
spilled down her chin.  It was only that image that allowed me to stay
strong on Tuesday, when I didn't masturbate at all, wanting to build up my
reserves so that I could jet a nice strong spurt straight into her throat.

My enforced abstinence gave me some additional clarity of mind and I
belatedly realised that I had promised something that I couldn't deliver.
At six foot two and almost two feet taller than Lucy, there was no way in
the world we were going to be able sixty-nine.  With my tongue in her
pussy, I would need a twelve inch porn-star cock just to reach her mouth,
let alone get enough inside for her to suck.

Fuck it!  First world problems.  We would have to take turns; I could
still finger her while she blew me and I was completely OK with the idea of
working a finger into her slippery little canal again.

Lucy seemed distracted at our Wednesday session and was having as much
difficulty as me concentrating on the math.  I sensed that unlike myself,
for her it was more than just horniness.

We still had almost thirty minutes to go, but we were getting nowhere
with the math.  "Luce, is there something the matter."

She looked up at me with concern all over her face.  "Hang on," she
said. "I need to show you something."

She ran out of the room and was back in a few seconds hold a slim,
purple vibrator.  To say I was surprised was an understatement.

"I found it in my Mom's drawer," she said.  "It's for putting in your
pussy, isn't it?"

Oh God, now I had sexy Sarah in my head, naked on her bed with her
thighs open as she fucked herself to a screaming orgasm with this little
tool.  I briefly considered that she could trade this thing in and just put
me on speed dial.

"Yep," I said.  "That's what it's for." I didn't want to get too deeply
into a conversation about how Sarah might be getting less cock than her
twelve year old daughter.

"I tried to put it in my pussy," she said, misery on her little face. 
"But it hurt." She paused for a moment, wondering whether to go on.  "And
it still hurts a bit." Tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes.

Although it was very slim for a sex toy, it was still as thick as my
thumb; easily too big for her virgin pussy.

"Did you bleed?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Honey, you're a virgin," I said.  "You can't fit something this big in
your pussy."

"But Mom does!  Otherwise why would she keep it?"

"Your mom's not a virgin any more, Luce," I explained.  "She can fit
much bigger things in her pussy."

"Like your cock?"

Oh God!  I wish!

"Sure," I agreed, not wanting to take that line of questioning any
further.

"How long do I have to be a virgin?" she asked.

"Well," I said.  "If you had kept going and put this all the way in your
pussy, then you wouldn't be a virgin any more." She looked excited now. 
"But," I warned "it can hurt."

"How bad?" she asked.

"As much as it did when you tried last time, maybe more," I said.  "But
it will only hurt once and never again."

"How does it fix you from being a virgin?"

I didn't want to get too anatomical about it.  "You know the lids on
peanut butter jars?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Are they easy or hard to open the first time?"

"Hard," she said immediately.  "But then their easy because you've
broken the plastic thing."

I waited and let her put two and two together.

"Is there something like the plastic thing in my pussy?"

"Something like that," I agreed.  "It's called your hymen.  You gave it
a stretch with this thing but you didn't break it; otherwise you would have
bled.  But if it still hurts then you probably came really close."

"Can you break it without it hurting?" she asked.  "Like get a doctor to
do it?"

Good question.  And it gave me an idea.

"Well, most girls do it when they're really tingly and excited, so even
if it hurts it still feels pretty nice."

The tears were gone, now.  She knew why she had hurt herself and was
trying to work out whether she was brave enough to do something about it.

"Pete?"

"What, Luce?"

"If you French kissed my clitoris, then maybe you could break my thing
without it hurting too much?"

Oh, please, please, please, Lord, yes, make it so!

"If you're sure, Luce," I said seriously.  "I could do that for you."

"Great!  Thanks Pete!" she threw her skinny arms around my neck and gave
me a big kiss on the lips.  "And then," she went on, eyes wide with
excitement, "can I suck your cock and drink your cum?"

"You bet, Luce," I said, my cock straining in my pants.  "That's sounds
really nice."

"Cool!" she sang, jumping up.  "Let's do it now."

"Hang on a minute, honey," I said, thinking about my idea from earlier.
"Do you have a first aid kit?  You know, band-aids and Dettol and stuff."

"Yep.  In the bathroom cabinet.  Why?"

"I'm looking for something," I said.  "I'll tell you if I find it"

I went to the bathroom and found exactly what I was after: a topical
anaesthetic gel for mouth ulcers.  If I could get it on her hymen then she
might not feel a thing when I broke her cherry.

I showed it to her, "This might stop your pussy from hurting."

She began to undress and I stopped her.  "Lucy," I said.  "Can I undress
you?"

She gave me a look that suggested it was a strange request, but shrugged
and said it was OK.  Over the next thirty minutes, I was going to get my
tongue in her smooth, little twelve year old pussy; pop her cherry and then
get a blow job and cum down her throat.  Nothing like this would ever
happen to me again, so I needed to get it right and collect a lifetime of
jack-off memories.  What I really needed to do was to make this sweet and
slow.

I stood her in front of the full length mirror in her blue and white
striped school dress, which I find indescribably sexy on her tiny frame. 
Kneeling behind her, I was still a bit taller but I could reach everywhere
on her lithe little body, and everywhere is exactly where I wanted to be
able to reach.

The sexiest thing about a little girl like Lucy in a school dress is the
possibility - and I admit that it is a remote one - that maybe she's not
wearing panties.  I imagined myself as a school teacher with all of the
girls in the front row not wearing panties, completely oblivious to the
fact that I can see their hairless little pussies.  Making that little
fantasy a reality, I slowly slid my palms up the front of her legs and
under her dress without lifting it - I didn't want to see under there ...
yet.  I touched the front of her panties, feeling the way the soft cotton
slid smoothly over her young pussy.  I stroked down over her pussy lips and
slid a finger under the gusset to touch her lips, running my finger the
short journey over her virginal crease.

Withdrawing my finger before I went too far, I pinched the cotton of her
flimsy panties from her hips and slid them effortlessly down her slim legs,
allowing her to step out of them wearing her little white socks.  Step 1:
Sexy little schoolgirl sans panties; check!

For my schoolgirl fantasy, I really wanted her out of the bra as well,
but removing the dress would spoil the moment.  Working through the back of
her dress, I unclasped her training bra and then reached up through the
sleeves to tease out the shoulder straps, pulling them out over her hands
and then extracting the whole thing out the arm hole.

Now apart from her white socks, her perfect pre-pubescent body was naked
beneath the sexy little school dress.  Looking at her in the mirror, she
seemed exactly the same, but knowing that her tiny breasts and smooth
little virgin pussy were just barely concealed me made my cock throb with
need for her.

Watching our reflection, I embraced her against my chest and cupped her
breasts; I stroked them beneath the school dress and felt her nipples
quickly respond to my touch.  Starting from her breasts, I spread my hands
wide over her narrow chest and felt the shape of her slim young frame, up
around her armpits and then slowly down and in to her tiny waist, out again
over the developing curve of her hips and down her thighs, themselves only
just beginning to take on a woman's shape.

Sitting back on my heels, I lifted the hem of her dress to see her
bottom, so tiny and round and creamy smooth.  I put a hand over it - so
small I could cover both cheeks at once - and gently squeezed her firm,
pliant girl-flesh.

Looking in the mirror again, I reached around and slowly unbuttoned her
dress, starting from her neck down.  One, two, three buttons and I was down
to her perky little breasts; four, five, six and it was open all the way
down to her navel.  Hanging loose now on her shoulders, it would take
almost nothing at all to send it pooling around her ankles, but I left it
in place and slid a hand in through the opening, touching her flat belly
and feeling it flutter nervously beneath my fingertips.  I stoked her soft
, milky skin; around to the narrowing at her waist, up the side of her thin
chest to her arm pit and then back down and in front to her lovely little
breasts.

I yearned to suck and lick her sweet little button nipples, but first I
wanted to just explore her perfection - not with my eyes but with my
fingers.  I reached my other hand up under her dress and - opening her legs
- I cupped it over her tiny, soft pussy lips.  With the tips of my middle
three fingers over her opening, I gently stroked and rubbed her labia in a
circular motion, teasing her lips apart, but not going any deeper; not
without lubrication.

I removed the hand stroking her breast and brought it up under her dress
with the other one.  With my palms over the front of her thighs and
fingertips closed around the middle, I stroked her legs slowly up and down,
lifting her dress with each stroke and watching the tender girl-flesh
running beneath my fingers.  Going further up and brushing her pussy lips
on the way, I stoked the length of her tight little body all the way up to
the swells of her breasts.  As I did, the loose hem - which was draped over
my wrists - lifted and dropped with each stroke, giving me tantalising
glimpses of her virgin slit, standing open now thanks to the attentive work
of my fingers.

I could have taken the dress off her shoulders and allowed it to drop,
but somehow it just felt more erotic to lift it over her head.  As I did
so, those reflexes developed over years of being dressed and undressed by
her mother kicked in and she raised her arms above her head.  I watched in
the mirror as I lifted, exposing her pussy first and then her breasts,
pausing briefly with the dress over her face to drink in her young
perfection, and then I was slipping the dress over her wrists and finally
she was naked before me, a picture of young, sexual excitement with goose
bumps standing up on her tiny nipples and smooth, hairless pussy, open and
ready for my tongue.

"Was that nice?" I asked.

She licked her lips and nodded her head, looking at me in the mirror."I
thought you were just going to take them off like I do," she said.  "But
now my pussy hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," I was mortified.  "I was really trying to be so
gentle."

"You didn't hurt me," she corrected me, shaking her head and flipping my
face with her pony tail.  "It's just throbbing because I really want you to
French kiss me and break my thing."

Oh, just a pre-teen girl's version of blue-balls then.  I think I can
fix that.

"Well I won't make you wait any longer," I said, lifting her and
cradling her naked body as I carried her over to the desk.  Needing an
elevated place to work, I cleared some books and sat her on the surface;
her bottom on the edge and her pussy out over the front.

"Comfortable enough?"

"I'm OK," she said.

I arranged the two chairs as footrests for her, leaving a wide gap in
the middle where I knelt between her milky thighs.

Had I said her pussy was beautiful before?  I was wrong; it was
magnificent.  So close now that she could feel my hot breath on her lips, I
almost couldn't bring myself to begin because that meant I would have to
stop looking at it, and I never wanted to stop looking at it.  I know I
said it was hairless, but that's not quite right; at this distance I could
see the immature follicles, each one cradling a tiny blond wisp just a few
millimetres long.

With her legs forced so wide, her slit was open a few millimetres and I
could see the pink inner folds of her opening hiding inside.  That tiny
little hole, closed up to a vertical slit right now, was only a little over
a centimetre from top to bottom.  How she managed to open it up wide enough
to hurt herself with the purple vibrator was a mystery to me; I think that
if I could have seen how truly tiny she was, I wouldn't have tried to get
the tip of my ring finger in there the other day; I must have been
perilously close to breaking her hymen.

"Pete, please don't tease me," she whispered, shaking.  "I need you to
lick my clitoris.  It's throbbing so hard it feels like it's going to
burst."

It was the shove I needed.  Closing my eyes, I drew my lips to her pussy
and kissed her gently, right over her entrance.  I needed to feel those
smooth little lips again, so I kissed them and licked them; one at a time I
sucked the soft, creamy flesh into my mouth, licking and probing and
sucking before releasing it, pink and engorged, before moving to its
partner.

Kissing in the middle again, this time I used some tongue, drawing her
lips into my mouth while I filled her little slit with the length of my
probing tongue, roughly drawing it up and down over her opening and
clitoris.  With my mouth covering her pussy and my tongue lining the length
of her slit, forcing her lips open, I began to work the tip into her little
hole.

I probed the same way as with my finger, pressing gently but insistently
until I felt her begin to open and then easing back and trying again. 
Within a minute I was able to get the point of my tongue about a centimetre
inside.  Even at that small depth I could feel the pressure of her tight
hole bearing back down on me, squeezing my tongue.

Lucy was just about ready, panting and whimpering with pleasure from my
insistent tonguing.  I pulled back to inspect my handiwork and was pleased
to see her wide open and her crescent hymen sitting proud at the base of
her entrance.  Opening the tube of anaesthetic gel, I smeared a little on
my finger and rubbed it carefully into her cherry, slipping inside to make
sure I coated the back as well.

While I gave it a minute to take effect, I carried her over to the bed
and lay down with her in the sixty-nine position and then coated her mom's
vibrator with sex lube.  Placing the tip at her entrance, I felt a small
loss; although I longed to get into her pussy - with my tongue, my fingers,
maybe even my cock - there is something so indescribably hot about having
the tip of your cock pressed up against a virgin pussy, and I had been
lucky enough to do it twice with Lucy.  I was utterly entranced with her
tiny little body, but part of me wished that she was a bit bigger so I
could deflower her with my dick.

Without further encouragement, I felt Lucy take the head of my cock into
her mouth and then ... Owwwww!  "Luce!  No teeth, honey.  That hurts." To
my great surprise and delight, she reached into a sports bag beside the bed
and produced a hockey mouth guard.  This time when she closed her little
mouth over my cock, she used her tongue to cover her lower teeth and I felt
the hard, smooth plastic of the mouthguard massaging the sensitive
underside of my shaft.  As she began to suck, the effect was amazing: tight
and wet and wonderful; keeping her tongue over her lower teeth, she was
also able to bite down gently, increasing the pressure and swirling her
tongue over by knob.

Holding the vibrator to her entrance, I tripped the button to make it
go; it had a good strong jackhammer action - vibrating fore and aft rather
than side to side - and just pressed gently to Lucy's entrance, it started
to burrow its way inside with the help of the lube.  Lucy began shaking and
softly moaning encouragement around the mouthful of cock she was polishing,
and with this tiny, naked, moaning goddess sucking me while I applied a
vibrator to her tight virgin pussy, I could feel my balls start to contract
with the beginnings of an orgasm.

Increasing the pressure, the vibrator moved imperceptibly forward with
each pound of force I applied and the bullet shaped nose was almost all the
way inside.  I felt the wave of orgasm beginning to break as my balls
prepared to fill Lucy with cum.  Shaking and trying to hold myself a moment
longer, I was just about to apply more force to the vibrator when Lucy
popped and the purple vibe slid all the way in to the hilt.  Watching that
buzzing sex toy glide effortlessly into her was too much; my balls pumped
and I was cumming jets straight into her mouth.

Lucy was writhing her hips, crying out around her mouthful of cock and
swallowing furiously as I pumped what felt like a gallon of creamy seed
into her.  When my contractions finally eased, she took my cock from her
mouth; "Switch it off, please Pete," she requested.

I had a wonderful rear view of her pussy stretched wide open around the
purple shaft; her soft outer lips opened in exaggerated parentheses
enclosing the purple toy and her pink inner labia, stretched pale almost to
the point of whiteness.  I touched the end to switch it off.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.  "Do you want me to take it out?"

"No, leave it there," she sighed contentedly.  "It feels nice.  Like
getting a hug from the inside."

I turned her around and cradled her in my arms, hugging from the
outside.

She looked up expectantly into my eyes.  "Did it work?  Did you break
it?"

I nodded.  "Can't you feel it?"

"Uh uh," she shook her head.  "I can't feel much at all in there.  It
just feels tight and full."

Obviously the anaesthetic gel was an outstanding success.  I could feel
a numb spot on my tongue, so obviously I had got some on her clitoris. 
Given her state of arousal, that was probably the only thing preventing her
first orgasm.  I know I would have preferred to have her screaming and
coming with my tongue in her little pussy, but the pain-free disposal of
her virginity was a reasonable compromise.

"Pete?  Now that I'm not a virgin, will I be able to put big things in
my pussy?"

"Sure, honey," I said.

"Like what?"

"Well, like your mom's vibrator ... or my tongue ..."

"I like your tongue in my pussy," she said in that sexy little chipmunk
voice, cuddling her face into the hollow of my neck.  "Will you be able to
put it in further?"

"Yep.  And I can fuck you with my finger if you want."

Her eyes bulged and she made a big `O' with her mouth.  "You said the
eff-word!" she hissed at me.

"I wasn't swearing," I said.  "That's just what the eff-word means."

She was silent for a moment as she took this new information on board.

"Pete?"

"Luce?"

"Next time, will you fuck me with your cock?" she sighed.  "I want to
feel what it's like when you cum in my pussy."

~~~

With a semi hard-on all day Thursday, I couldn't even leave the house. I
wondered what Sarah would say when I arrived Friday afternoon with my cock
visibly throbbing in my pants, but providence and perhaps routine saved me;
by some miracle I had my shit together by the time I rang the doorbell.

Lucy was waiting for me in her bedroom wearing a singlet top and
loose-leg short-shorts that showed her panties when she sat cross-legged,
which of course was exactly what she was doing when I walked in.  God, was
she actually trying to make me cum in my pants?  Looking at the thin sheath
of yellow cotton stretched smooth over her sweet, young pussy was the end
of any control I had over my cock; within seconds I was hard and by the
time we sat at the desk it was throbbing and uncomfortable.

Did we study any math?  I have no idea.  I know we sat there with books
open for fifteen long minutes while I shook with a fever of longing,
looking at her smooth thighs and the tiny swell of her soft, young breasts
beneath the tight singlet.  I nearly shat myself when I heard Sarah's voice
on the stairs.  "Luce?  I need to shop for the barbeque tomorrow.  Will you
be OK on your own?  I'll be about an hour."

Lucy looked at me meaningfully.  "Sure, Mom.  No worries."

"Pete?" she added.  "If you want to earn some extra cash, you two can
keep working until I get home, then I'll make you coffee."

"Awww, Muuu-uuu-uuum!" Lucy complained good-naturedly.

"Do you have a test or exam or something for her, Pete?" Sarah asked.

"Well," I said.  "I do have something that I've been wanting to give her
for a while."

"Is it very hard?" Sarah called.

I felt my cock throb and strain in my pants.  "It's pretty hard, yeah,"
I said.  "But I think she's finally ready for it."

"Why don't you give it to her while I'm out, then," she called up the
stairs.  Then she laughed "I wonder how much seventh grade math I remember?
I should let you give it to me, too.  You might teach me a thing or two."
And then I heard the front door closing as I tried to banish the mental
image of Sarah, standing with legs splayed in a pair of stilettos, bent
over Lucy's desk working on a math test while I stood behind her, driving
my thick cock into her pussy.

In the perfect quiet of the empty house, Lucy looked down at my
throbbing bulge.  "Now?" she asked.

"Now!" I agreed, pushing my chair back.  I picked her up under the arms
and stood her on the bed so that she was nearly my height.  She must have
been nearly as horny as I was; as we kissed, I explored the shape of her
bottom beneath the flimsy cotton shorts while she quickly went to work on
my pants; in a moment she had them pooled around my ankles and was reaching
into my boxers to wrap both tiny hands around the thick base of my shaft.

The cool touch of her fingers - squeezing and stretching but not quite
reaching all the way around - felt wonderful around the hot, straining
girth of my cock.  I was reluctant to have her let go, but two things drove
me: I needed to slow down or risk cumming in her hand, and I also wanted to
kiss and lick those perfect little breasts again.  I peeled off her tight
singlet and her bra cups lifted over her breasts along with it, revealing
her hard and pointed, pink nipples.
As she fumbled behind for the clasp, I took them into my mouth one at a
time.  Barely a mouthful each, I savoured the smooth softness of her
budding breasts between my lips and teased the hard nipples with the point
of my tongue as I firmly stroked her little pussy through the flimsy cotton
of her shorts and panties.  Slipping my fingers through the loose leg of
her shorts and then beneath the sheer gusset of her plain underwear, I felt
the smooth perfection of her pussy lips, soft and pliant beneath my probing
fingers, moving and opening under my touch to present her little opening to

my searching fingertips.

Not wanting to enter her without lubrication, I took a moment to remove
my remaining clothes and to rescue the tube of sex lube from the pocket of
my pants on the floor while she also peeled off her shorts and panties.  I
squeezed a generous dollop onto my fingers, which I began massaging into
Lucy's hairless slit.  She took the tube from me and began stroking my cock
again, this time coating it with lube so that it slid frictionlessly
through the tight grip of her hands.

Working with less care now that I had taken her virginity, I pushed the
first joint of my middle finger into her tight entrance, making her gasp
and rock her hips into my hand.  She squeezed tight, blocking off the flow
of blood to my finger tip and making it throb inside the slick warmth of
her pussy.  Rather than pulling back, I pushed deeper to the second knuckle
and stroked the top wall of her pussy looking for her G-spot, not knowing
whether a twelve year old even had a G-spot until she cried out and her
knees buckled beneath her.

I caught her and cradled her body in one arm; holding her legs in the
air while I continued to stroke her G-spot with my free hand.  Moaning and
writhing in my arms, I carried her over to the desk and sat her upright on
the edge as I had done the previous time, standing between her open thighs
with her feet propped on the chairs to either side.  With my middle finger
deep in her pussy and stroking to the beat of her breathless gasps, I bent
down to lick and suck her nipples, lightly tonguing the soft swells of her
breasts and nibbling them to firm points topped with little goose bumps.

Her tiny pussy felt so warm and snug over my finger, it broke my heart
to have to stretch her, but my cock was three times thicker than my finger
and there was no way I could get it in there yet.  Crossing my middle and
index fingers into a slimmer - but lumpier - analogue of my cock, I worked
both fingertips into her little hole, fucking her back and forth up to the
first knuckle and brushing her hard clit with my thumb on each stroke.

I don't know whether it was the extra penetration or the knowledge that
the house was empty, but Lucy's cries increased in volume, going from gasps
and moans to short, high pitched, breathy exhalations, "Ah, ah, oh," as I
gradually worked my fingers deeper, watching entranced as her pussy opened
further; her tiny pink entrance stretched and pale and contrasting sharply
against the engorged ruby tips of her inner labia.

Up to the second knuckle, the resistance against the thicker base of my
fingers was getting difficult to overcome; although she was clearly still
enjoying the finger fucking, I didn't want to hurt her and was reluctant to
go much further.

Another factor of which I am not especially proud is that I really
wanted to stretch her little Barbie-doll pussy with my cock; rather than
having her fully stretched and ready for me, I wanted her to ... I don't
know ... not to hurt, but to be ... overcome ...  by my pulsing dick
pushing thickly into her tiny entrance; I wanted to see her eyes bulging as
she felt the massive incursion into her most intimate, her most sensitive,
delicate core.

Reluctantly and not without some guilt, I withdrew my fingers and
touched the tip of my bulging cock to her open pussy, my pre-cum leaking
profusely from the tip to combine with the lube and coat her entrance until
it was slick and glistening.  Savouring the moment, I slid my knob up and
down through her slit, never tiring of her smooth hairless perfection or
the way she cried in increasing volume each time I brushed her little
clitoris.

Her tiny round breasts heaving, she looked up at me with her lovely blue
eyes moist and shining.

"Pete, I'm frightened."

Oh, please God, no.  Don't let this be over yet.  Please let me fuck
this gorgeous little angel.  Don't let her get cold feet now.

"What is there to be frightened of, Luce?" I asked, holding that very
thing to her hot opening.

"I had a dream last night," she began.

"Uh huh?" I encouraged her.

"I dreamed about you fucking me with your cock," she said.

"Was it a scary dream?" I asked.

"Nuh uh.  I was a nice dream.  I really, really want you to fuck me,"
she said.  "It's all I've thought about all day."

You and me both, Sweetie.

"I really want to fuck you too, Luce," I didn't really know where this
was going, but having her tell me how much she wanted my cock was a nice
progression of my fantasy, so I pushed on.  "So why are you frightened?"

"Your cock is so big," she said with tears welling in her eyes.  "And my
pussy is really small.  I'm frightened it won't fit and then you won't want
to fuck me and you won't cum in my pussy and I'll never know what it feels
like to come." Her breath was hitching and her eyes were now brimming with
tears.

To be honest, the not-fitting thing was worrying me, too.

"Well, we'll just have to try our hardest, honey," I explained gently.
"Do you think you can be brave?  Even if it hurts a bit?"

She nodded her head emphatically; pony tail bobbing up and down and a
tear spilling down one cheek.

"That's my girl," I said.  "And if we can't get it all the way in, then
I can just fuck you with this bit," I touched my knob, "like we did the
other time."

She nodded again, swallowing.  "OK."

"Brave girl," I told her, wiping the tears from her cheek.  "Are you
ready?"

"Uh huh," she nodded, no more tears this time.

Holding my cock with more purpose, I seated my knob firmly in her
opening, pressing gently to get her to open up again after my fingering. 
Just looking at it, as erotic as it was to see my thick manhood poised at
the threshold of her smooth, young pussy; I couldn't fathom how this was
going to work.  My knob was soft and pliable and although it was
considerably thicker than her opening, I knew it would squeeze in; but my
cock was as hard as forged iron, veins bulging and thick with anticipation
and intent; it was an irresistible force and Lucy's tiny pussy was an
immovable object.

Pushing a little harder, Lucy moaned and tilted her head back as her
pussy opened to me, and bit by bit my thick knob began to push inside her
vagina.  The pressure was fantastic; far tighter than I imagined even after
having two fingers inside her, the pliable flesh of my knob felt like it
was being extruded through a drinking straw as her unyielding tightness
took the points in this first round of the battle between my cock and her
pussy.  Even though I was inside, she hadn't opened any wider to make it
happen.

I watched, utterly entranced as the bulging purple head of my dick
slowly sank into her pink folds like a bloodshot setting sun, until finally
the top seam disappeared beneath the engorged hood of her clitoris.  Lucy
had looked up to watch the progress with wide blue eyes and was taking
short, sharp gasps which she puffed out between pursed lips.

"You OK, Luce?"

She looked up at my eyes and nodded quickly without stopping her
measured breathing.  Reaching down, she closed a tiny hand around the
middle of my shaft and tried to move it up and down, but the hard core of
my cock was now far enough inside - and her pussy death-grip on my knob so
tight - that there she wasn't able to move it at all.

My cock is relatively slim at the tip, but it widens to full thickness
about two inches behind the knob; so even though I had technically entered
her, I was by no means home free.  Pulling me into her, Lucy signalled her
desire for me to keep going and I wasn't going to argue.  Leaning in again,
her tight entrance met the irresistible iron of my shaft and began opening
wider.  Lucy started vocalising with her breathing, letting out little
shrieks with every intake of breath, watching with concern as her tiny
pussy opened wider; the angled vee of her clitoral hood parted more and
more; its coral pink lightening shade by shade as the tender flesh was
stretched and denied blood flow.

The resistance built to the point that I needed to pull myself in by her
hips, and even then I had to strain.  Lucy was biting her lip and I saw a
tear trickle down one cheek; what must she be going through in the service
of this unparalleled fantasy?  I was still only half way up the thickening
section of my cock, so there was still plenty more stretching yet to come.

I reluctantly gave her a break and she sighed with relief as I pulled
back out and then fucked her slowly with just my knob, sliding in a little
bit of cock with every four or five strokes until I was moving easily and
my pre-cum was dripping from her pink centre.

I tried again to enter her fully but barely got further than before, the
folds around her clitoral hood straining and turning an alarmingly pale
pink.

"Pete, I can't," Lucy gasped.

"I'm sorry, honey," I pulled back so that just my knob was inside. 
"Does it hurt too much?"

She nodded, tears spilling over her lower lids.

"Oh, sweetie," I held out my arms and she came to me, the head of my
cock still bulging in her pussy and her tiny breasts pressed into my
abdomen as she cried against my chest.  "I'm so sorry; I didn't want to
hurt you."

"It's not hurting now," she sobbed.  "But I really wanted your cock
inside me; like in the dream."

"I know, honey.  I know," I soothed her and stroked her back.  "I wanted
that too.  But I'm in far enough now.  We'll just have to use your hand
instead of your pussy to make me cum."

"How much further do you need to go for my pussy to make you cum?"

Depending on how excited I am, I can come from just stimulating my knob;
in fact, that first time her bare pussy touched me through my shorts, I
could have blown cum all over her just for a single touch of those
delectable, soft lips on my knob.  But having had the opportunity to
explore all of her tiny, virgin body inside and out with my fingers and
tongue and cock - my threshold was higher now; I had better control over my
reactions and was confident that I could give her a long, slow, deep
fucking until she came, probably until she came a few times, before I
filled her with my seed.

The most sensitive part of my cock is the underside; about four inches
back from the tip.  For Lucy's tiny pussy, that would probably be all she
could take, but if I was in that far with her tight little hole squeezing
down on that sensitive spot while I rubbed my knob against her cervix -
especially if I could see her yawning entrance stretched tight over my
bulging cock - then yes, I could definitely cum to that image.

"I'll show you where," I said, pulling gently out of her arms.  "Tell me
when it starts to hurt," I said, pushing my cock slowly back into her
pussy. I got about two inches inside before she gasped and put her hand on
my chest; her labia whitening and knees shaking.

I felt beneath my cock for that spot that I like stimulated and showed
her; it was still two inches from her straining lips and my cock fattened
quite noticeably in that length.

"Show me where it hurts," I asked her.  She touched her finger to the
vee of her clitoral hood that I had been watching with increasing alarm
myself; when resting, that vee is completely closed, but I had it stretched
open to almost 180 degrees.

"What about down here?" I asked, touching the wings of her labia around
the sides.

"Nuh uh," she replied, pony tail swinging back and forth over her naked
shoulders.  "Just on the top."

It gave me an idea.  My cock is wide and flat across the top, but not
nearly as deep top to bottom; if I inserted it sideways, then her pussy
would have to stretch longer but certainly no wider than it was now.

"Luce, can we try in a different position?" I asked.  "It might not hurt
as much."

"Uh huh!" she nodded agreeably; her spirits brightening at the
possibility of getting some more cock in her tight hole.

I laid her down on her side with her pussy out over the edge of the desk
and her knees drawn up in a foetal position.  I could fuck her in this
position, but I wanted to be able to see my cock sliding into her, so
taking the knee on top, I opened her legs like a book; one knee flat on the
table and one straight up in the air.

Having her tiny body prone and vulnerable like this in front of my
throbbing shaft was incredibly erotic and my cock was leaping and bulging
with renewed need to cleave into her tight centre.

I couldn't look away; curled in front of me, so small and defenceless,
but offering me entry into that tiny heaven between her thighs, wanting
mine to be the first cock to open her sweet pussy and to fill her with my
cum.  Hardly believing it was real, I cupped her tiny breast again; testing
its almost weightless volume on a single finger, so soft and smooth to my
touch and the hard nipple so young and vital as she trembled in desire and
anticipation.

My eyes wanted to drink in her tiny perfection all day, but my cock had
its needs too; two inches of it having already tasted what the rest had
longed for over the last few months.

Praying that this would work, I positioned my knob in her entrance yet
again and pushed gently forwards, her pussy opening easily to the same
depth as before.

"Different?" I asked.

"Better," she whispered between ragged breaths, biting her lip as she
looked up at me from her prone position on the desk.

Slowly, I pulled out almost all the way and pushed firmly back inside,
watching her delicate pink folds open wider as I pushed half an inch past
the previous point.  Lucy released a guttural, erotic moan and cupped her
tiny breasts, pinching and rubbing the nipples.  Her pussy was stretched so
tight around my cock that her clitoris was touching me, but the surrounding
hood was still a comfortable coral pink.

With more confidence, I pulled out again, gave her two shorter practice
strokes and then - measuring with my eyes to the length I want to give her,
I drove back in.  The thickest part of my cock now inside her young pussy,
Lucy arched her back and cried out again with that guttural scream.  The
pressure and heat was extraordinary; not just her tiny opening but her hot
pussy walls all way inside crushed down on my cock; it felt as though it
would come out forged into diamond.  I tried to pull back for another
stroke but the skin stayed clamped in her vice-like grip while the hardness
of my cock slid beneath.

If I couldn't go out then I would try to go further in; so starting
gently at first, I applied more and more pressure, bracing with my hands
under the curve of her waist until my cock began to slide slowly into her
again.  With her clitoris hard up against my shaft, Lucy let out another
shriek of passion but I kept pushing, inching my thick manhood further
inside.

With a surprised cry, her eyes shot open and a spasm ran through her
tiny frame.

"Oh!  OH!  Oh sugar!" she cried.  "Something's happening!"

Oh, sweet Jesus, she was coming.  Twelve years old with four and a half
inches of cock wedged into her little pussy and she was coming.

I rocked my cock back and forth, not daring to take it out; Lucy clamped
her legs shut and shook with convulsions as the orgasm ravaged her tiny
frame.  While goose bumps rose on her breasts, she bucked her hips and
ground her tiny clitoris against my cock as she groaned through the ecstasy
of her first climax.

"Oh, Pete ..." she gasped as the final spasms subsided, a winsome smile
on her face.

"Did you like that," I asked, probably rhetorically because I could see
that she loved it.

"Uh huh," she whispered.  "Did I come?"

"You sure did," I told her.  "What was it like?"

"Tingly," she said.  "Times a million," repeating what I had told her
the other day.  "It's like going upside down on a roller coaster when your
tummy gets left behind ... but in here," she touched her pussy; still
stretched lovingly over my manhood.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Can I?" she asked.  "Will it work?  Because you ..." she trailed off,
unable to find the right words to describe the universal female frustration
over guys' premature ejaculation.

"I haven't cum yet, honey," I told her.  "And girls are different, they
can come more than once without a rest."

In lieu of an answer, she smiled greedily and opened her legs again,
releasing some of the pressure on my cock.  She looked down at our coupling
with genuine wonder and closed her fist around the couple of inches not
inside her; just to prove to herself that it was real.

"Is the rest of it really inside me?" she whispered.

Rather than answering, I flexed my cock, causing it throb almost
painfully in her tight embrace; I could feel my knob bulging against the
soft pussy walls deep inside her molten core.

"Erp!" she jumped with surprise at the unfamiliar sensation and then
laughed, causing a paralysingly tight contraction of her pelvic wall.  "I
felt that!" she grinned girlishly.  "Wow!  That felt like a long way in,"
she enthused.  And then with real excitement: "Put it all in!  I want all
of your cock in me when you cum!"

"I'll try, Luce," I said.  "But I don't think it will all fit." I
couldn't feel her cervix yet, but I must be awfully close.  I have always
been able to touch down in grown women - especially in a deep penetration
position like this - and Lucy is probably a foot shorter than the smallest
girls I had fucked so that had to translate into a shallower pussy.  At
least that's what I thought.

"Try to relax here, Sweetie," I said, placing a hand over her smooth
pubis.  "It's too tight in there for me to move." In a moment I felt a
slight relaxation of the crushing pressure on my cock.  "That's it, honey;
take a couple of deeps breaths."

She did as I asked, her wonderfully small breasts lifting and falling
with each one as I felt a little more resistance fall away in her pussy
until it released its stranglehold on my shaft.

I pulled out slowly - just an inch, just enough to make sure that I
could move freely - and then pushed back in just a little deeper. 
Repeating the motion, I set up a slow, gentle rhythm of fucking and bit by
bit I probed deeper into the heat of her pussy.  Lucy was pulling her
clitoris back with her fingers to keep it off my cock - probably because it
was still too sensitive after her orgasm - but the friction of my shaft was
building her up again with breathless gasps and moans.

I watched, first in surprise and then in utter amazement as I fed her
more and more cock and still felt no resistance to my probing.  Finally,
with all but two fingers of my erection buried in her perfect pussy, I felt
the sensitive tip of my cock brush her cervix.  Lucy must have felt it too
because she sighed and vocalised a low moan, and on the next stroke I
pressed gently into her rear wall and held there, flexing and throbbing my
knob as I have done with other women who enjoy that sort of contact in
their innermost depths.

"Uhhhhhh!" Lucy caught her breath as I rubbed my knob against her
cervix; she pumped her small hips involuntarily and I saw goose bumps rise
again on her breasts.

"Oh!  Uh!" she gasped.  "That feels ... it's hard to breathe."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" I apologised, releasing the pressure but still
touching her softly in that place.

"No!" she said with throaty passion.  "It's good.  Do it again!"

I pushed back in, a bit harder this time, prodding forwards as I flexed
my knob.

"Urrrrhhhhhhhh!" Her response was guttural and erotic and full of
passion.  "Harder!" she husked at me.  "Fuck me right there!"

Could my cock get any harder?  I didn't think so; but when she spoke to
me like that, demanded that I fuck her hard ... my cock throbbed in
agreement and I felt like I grew another half an inch.

I took her raised leg and placed her ankle on my shoulder.  Pushing hard
into her now there was only half an inch of cock left for her to consume
and if she begged me to pound her tiny pussy the I wasn't going to
disappoint; I wanted the deepest access I could manage.

My heart racing, I pulled out again and pushed back in hard enough to
feel her cervix stretch as my knob mashed against it.

"Yes!  Oh yes!" Lucy cried out.  "Keep fucking me!  Harder, Pete!  I'm
going to come again!"

That was it.  I had tried to maintain some control, to be gentle with
her; but after one orgasm and now pleading with me to bury my whole cock in
her - something I never dreamed possible - I just let myself go.

Clasping my hands beneath her waist for leverage, I pulled out to the
tip of my knob and thrusting from the hips I shoved back in through the
hot, constricting glove of her pussy.  Every time I ploughed into her
little cunt and went a tiny bit deeper, she screamed for more cock until
finally in one electric moment I pounded in and my pubis struck her labia.

She screamed again.  "Cum in me now!  Cum in my pussy!"

That was all the permission my balls needed; they swelled and I held it
for as long as I could - two more strokes - then I stopped balls deep
inside her tight cunt, her tiny pink labia hugging the thick base of my
shaft.  Then I unloaded deep inside her, the constriction of her vagina
building up pressure that I had to overcome, pumping jet after jet of
thick, hot cum that had nowhere to go but to flood back past my cock and
spill out of her hole, coating my balls and those delicate hairless pussy
lips.

Lucy unleashed another ear-splitting scream, convulsing and bucking on
my pumping cock as she came, her legs crashing back together and trapping
me inside again as she shook and cried with the intensity of the climax
while I continued pushing and rubbing my knob against her cervix.  As my
cock wilted and Lucy's spasms lessened in intensity, I was able to move it
once again and slowly fucked in and out of her hole, pumping and stirring
my cum in her molten centre until she finally relaxed and slipped off my
shaft.

I picked up her tiny, spent form in my arms and kissed her softly on the
lips.  "Thank you, Lucy.  Thank you." She whispered something I couldn't
hear and kissed me back before resting her head against my chest, tired and
completely spent.

~~~

EPILOGUE

"Ten minutes to go, Luce," I said.  "Do you want to ...?"

It was our last lesson before the school holidays and although we
pleasured each other orally after every lesson, we had only fucked on two
more occasions since that first extraordinary coupling.  I still needed to
enter Lucy's pussy to the side, but it opened up delicious scissoring
positions - me on top, her on top - beyond merely feeding my cock into her
curled body on the desk.  The most wonderful aspect for both of us was that
these positions offered the deepest penetration and Lucy was utterly
insatiable for cervical orgasms, although she did need to take care with
the screaming.

"Actually," she turned her eyes up to me with disappointment, "Mom said
I could go to Amber's when we're done.  Amber has a new puppy and I want to
leave straight away."

Such are the vagaries of sex with a twelve year old; sometimes you got
stood up for a puppy.  I was disappointed but tried not to show it.  This
might be our last chance to fuck because there was no guarantee that Sarah
would keep me on now that Lucy was caught up at school.  Maybe it was a
good thing.

~~~

"Luce?" Sarah's voice drifted up the stairs right as our hour ended. 
"Are you going to Amber's?"

"Uh huh!" she called back down.

"Well I'll pick you up at 5:30, OK?" Sarah called.  "I have to collect
your brother from his play date, anyway, so I might as well kill two
birds."

"Thanks Mom," she paused.  "Can I go right now?" She really wanted to
see that puppy.  I was jealous.

"OK," came the amused response.  "5:30, remember!"

"Bye Pete," Lucy pecked the corner of my mouth and bolted out the door.
I had barely closed my books when I heard the front door slam.

I made my way down the stairs, looking forward to coffee with the
beautiful Sarah.  She had finally prioritised comfort over modesty and
reverted to going braless around the house, and even after Lucy had sucked
my cock it was still a real treat to sit at the bench and watch her fuss in
the kitchen; her perfect, pert breasts - the size of teacups - bobbing
weightlessly beneath her T-shirt.

"Take a seat in the dining room, Pete," I heard Sarah call from the
kitchen.  "There's an envelope on the table.  Open it."

I had a momentary chill of guilt thinking she had found out about me and
Lucy, but if that was true then I wouldn't have just come from a one hour
lesson with her daughter.  It must be something else.

I saw the envelope on the table and looked out the door; I could hear
Sarah moving in the kitchen but there was no line of sight.  I was doubly
thwarted: I had missed out on a blow job with Lucy and now I would miss the
best bits of Sarah's routine as she unselfconsciously reached up for coffee
cups with the sheer cotton of her T-shirt stretching across her nipples.
Picking up the envelope, I could see a crest in the corner that I
recognised from Lucy's uniform and guilt pricked at my conscience again.  A
letter from her teacher?  Was our relationship affecting her behaviour at
school?  I looked inside and it was only her grades.  I skipped straight to

Math and read the comment with a big smile.

"Since mid-year, Lucy's mathematics has improved beyond any reasonable
measure that can be attributed to just diligence in the classroom.  She
advises me that she has a private tutor from the university.  The speed and
effectiveness of her transformation is quite extraordinary.  The young man
who has been coaching her is owed a debt of gratitude; please pass on my
own kudos as a professional courtesy.  Well done, Lucy.  B+."

"Wow!" I called to Sarah.  "This is pretty great report."

I heard her pour the coffee and then approaching footsteps as she began
to answer.

"I really can't describe how pleased I am over what you've done with
Lucy," Sarah said, her voice approaching the door.  "I know that I already
pay you for your services, Pete," I was reading the teacher's comment again
as she entered the room in my peripheral vision, "but I would really like
to find some other way to reward you for such an outstanding job."

I looked up at her, completely naked with two cups of coffee; her small
breasts even perkier and more perfect than I imagined, tanned to the same
golden tones as everywhere else ... everywhere except the smooth, Brazilian
lips of her pussy.

"But I just can't think what a 21 year old boy would want.  Help me
Pete," she put down the cups and sat in my lap, placing one arm around my
neck and the other hand on my chest as she leaned close enough for me to
feel her hot breath on my lips.  "How can I reward you?"

God, I love this job.

~~~ THE END ~~~
Fygero, 2014