Chapter 1

"You're asking for trouble, Jack," Martha, the assistant principal said.

"It isn't a big deal," I said. "Look at her address - 517 Crest Avenue. I drive right by there. It's not like it's out of my way."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

What was the problem? Fernanda Mecalco had already missed two days of my fourth grade class due to the chicken pox, and she'd probably miss at least a whole week more. Normally we asked the parents to stop by for their children's assignments, but when Mrs. Mecalco said that her car was in the repair shop, and that she couldn't come, I agreed to stop by on my way home from school.

I pulled up in front of the brick-and-wood split-level and rang the doorbell. A tall, slim woman of about 35 opened the door and led me into a comfortably furnished living room. I couldn't help noticing that there was both a piano and an organ in the room.

"Mr. Roberts, it's so nice of you to come," said the woman. "I hope this isn't any trouble for you."

"No problem, Mrs. Mecalco," I said. "We're practically neighbors--I live three blocks from here, on Ridgewood."

"Really? I had no idea. Still, you didn't have to come by. Would you mind taking the books upstairs to Fernanda's room? I don't want her to come downstairs right now, because I'm expecting a pupil at any minute, and he might catch the chicken pox," the woman said. "I give piano and organ lessons, you know." She changed to a barely audible whisper, "I think Fer has a crush on you." She pointed to a staircase. "Up here, and to the right."

I walked upstairs and knocked on the door. I could hear "Johnny Bravo" blaring away on the TV.

"Come in," Fernanda's familiar voice said.

When I opened the door, I saw the little girl sitting on an unmade, twin-sized bed. The curtains were open, and the room was well lit. Lavender walls were covered with posters ranging from the familiar Harry Potter to manga characters whom I couldn't place if my life depended on it. Toys and clothes were strewn across the floor, while a cluttered desk held both a computer and a portable CD player.

Fernanda's short, light brown hair was pulled back by a cloth band, and she had a string of blue, plastic beads wrapped around a lock of hair on the left side of her face. Her face and arms were covered with purplish ointment, and she was wearing a pink nightgown adorned with a smiling Barbie. Since she was sitting cross-legged, I noticed with delight that was all she was wearing. My loins stirred at the glimpse of her hairless slit.

"Hi, Fernanda, how are you doing?" I placed the schoolbooks on the desk near the door and kissed the girl on the cheek before sitting down next to her.

"Mr. Roberts!" she said. "All that?"

"I'm afraid so, but don't worry. You've got until Monday. First, you should read 'Tomás and the Library Lady' which begins on page 159. I think you'll like it-it's about a boy whose parents are migrant farm workers. Then it's very important that you do these pages in your Practice Book..." I gave her a run-down on all her assignments for the week, concluding with, "It's all on this sheet of paper."

"Okay, thanks," she replied without enthusiasm.

My left hand rested on her bare thigh. "So, how are you? Are you doing any reading, or do you just watch TV all day?"

"I read Four Month Friend. It's about a girl who has to live with her uncle while her mother studies in England or something. She doesn't have any friends and she hates her cousin, but she becomes friends with a kid-a baby goat. She also takes care of a horse at a neighbor's farm, and a dog almost bites her. At the end of four months they kill the kid because it's a boy, and boy goat smells."

"Billy goats smell bad," I commented.

"Huh?"

"I said 'billy goats.' A male goat is called a billy, not a boy; a female is called a nanny. I guess at four months the billy must be old enough to become a father, and they smell bad because they mark their territory. Don't worry about it. It sounds like a rather sad story," I said.

For the first time I noticed the two, eraser-sized points sticking out from her chest. I had never noticed this phenomenon before, and it occurred to me that this was probably a development that had occurred only in the past week or two. Like the billy goat in Fernanda's story, my hormones shifted into high gear. I moved my hand higher up her leg, brushing ever so lightly against her virgin pussy. I kissed her on the cheek a second time. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

"Pretty? With all these purple spots? And I itch terrible!"

"Ha, ha! I thought you were pretty the first day of class. I can see you're developing into a fine young lady. We won't count the purple spots." With my free hand I purposefully flicked her tiny breast buds, which brought about a blush. Changing the subject I asked, "So tell me, did you like the book?"

"Yes, I did. It isn't that sad at the end, because the girl's uncle paints some pictures of her with the goat and gives them to her, and he says she can ride the horse, and her cousin is much nicer."

"That's good," I said. I leaned over and kissed the youngster like a girl should be kissed - firmly, and on the lips. I could never have gotten away with this at school, but here in the privacy of her bedroom I couldn't resist. I caught her unawares, and at first she pulled back, but then she leaned right in and kissed me back. Her reaction was awkward and childish, yet sincere.

Feeling confident after that kiss, my fingers crept higher up Fernanda's nightgown and rubbed the girl's smooth, unblemished pussy. Like her mouth, these lips were perfectly dry. I planned to change that.

"Have you ever tried opening your mouth when you kissed?" I asked. She stiffened until I added, "No one will see you."

Fernanda parted her lips slightly, and we kissed again. I forced my tongue inside. Did she spread her legs wider, or was that just wishful thinking on my part? There was no doubt about Fernanda's tongue groping to reach inside my mouth, and I clearly detected the first hint of moisture down below. My prick bulged inside my pants.

I couldn't believe I was feeling up and making out with one of my fourth-grade pupils! Like most teachers, I'd had my share of fantasies, but I'd never acted on them. I'd often been treated to glimpses up skirts and down blouses (some of my pupils were a bit more developed than Fernanda was at this stage), and there was always a lot of hugging in both good and bad times. However, other than a few pats on the butt, I'd never actually touched any of the girls in my charge. How far did I dare take this?

By this time Fernanda's pussy was quite wet, and I dared to slip my pinky between her tiny labia. I got as far as the first knuckle when I felt a membrane that I knew must be her hymen. I withdrew my finger and reached a bit higher, where I felt the nub of her clitoris.

Fernanda broke our kiss. "Uh, Mr. Roberts, I'm sorry. This is so... I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed."

"What are you embarrassed about, Princess?" I asked.

"I'm getting all wet... you know, down there."

"That shouldn't make you embarrassed," I said. "Don't you like it? I can stop."

"No! I mean, well yes, I like it, but... I'd never kissed... you know... a guy... like that. And now you... and I'm wet... god, it's so embarrassing."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Fernanda. I guess you just weren't ready for me to kiss you. I'm sorry."

"No, it was cool when you kissed me. It made me feel... I feel kind of special... like I'm more grown-up. But..."

"Oh. I'm sorry if it bothered you when I accidentally touched your... uh... vagina. And it's okay... no, it's more than okay that it got wet. It's perfectly natural - nothing to worry about."

"Well, okay. Really, it's--it's cool that you kissed me and everything! I can't wait to tell Diana about it when I go back to school!"

"Fernanda, you know, we probably shouldn't have done that. Be a good kid and don't say anything about our kissing, okay? Not to Diana or your mom or anyone else. Promise?"

"Why?"

"You're probably a bit young to go around kissing guys, especially a guy my age. Plus, I'm your teacher. We could both get into big trouble."

"Then why did you do it?"

Don't you know I've had the hots for you since the first day of school? Your green eyes, your silky brown hair. Today you put all your female charms on display, and you still ask why I kissed you? However, that isn't what I said.

"Um... er... everyone in class is worried about you. I guess I just felt... well, I felt a little sorry for you, since you've got so much homework, and once we got started, I didn't want to stop. I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing," I said. "And... uh... one more thing. If you don't want me to... uh... touch you, put on some underpants, okay? And you won't tell anyone we kissed, will you?"

"No, I won't tell. See you."

I give the girl a fatherly kiss good-bye on the forehead and walk downstairs.

Alexandra Mecalco met me at the foot of the stairs. "That was really nice of you to come by with Fernanda's homework. How is she doing?" the woman asked.

"She's okay - a little tired, but she's okay. I think you shouldn't bother her right now, and don't push her to do too much work. Fernanda's a good student, and she shouldn't have to worry about getting behind," I said. "I'll stop by tomorrow to see how she's doing."

"You don't have to do that," said Mrs. Mecalco. "If my car isn't ready tomorrow, I'll just take a taxi."

"Don't worry - like I said, I have to pass right by here on my way home," I said. "I'd like to come."

"Okay, but I insist that I pay you for your time."

I wasn't about to argue with that.

Chapter 2

The following afternoon, Alexandra Mecalco received me warmly with a kiss on the cheek, and she sent me directly to her daughter's bedroom. Fernanda was wearing an orange plaid miniskirt, an orange sleeveless blouse, and white anklets. The bed was made and she was reading a comic book when I walked in.

"Hi, Fer," I greeted her neutrally, grazing her slightly on the cheek.

She responded warmly, turning her head so as to kiss me on the mouth.

"Gee, you're so sweet. But maybe we shouldn't smooch like that. Like I said, your mother might not approve."

"Oh." She sounded quite disappointed. "But we can kiss when no one is looking, can't we?"

I placed my hands on either side of the girl's head and drew her near, giving her a loud, firm kiss solidly on the lips. "Yeah, we can play kissy-poo when no one is looking," I agreed.

"Kissy-poo! I like that! Well, I couldn't finish all the homework you gave me. I had to read about 25 pages, and then I had to write ten more in my Practice Book."

"That's okay; you didn't have to do everything in one day. The homework is for the entire week. Why don't we take a look at what you've done, and I'll help you with the work you didn't understand."

Fernanda had completed the vocabulary exercise and a page where she had to put some words into alphabetical order with no difficulty. She had no problems with retelling the story, but she wasn't quite so good with cause-effect relationships. I explained the concept in a way I felt sure she could grasp.

"Your arm itches, doesn't it?" I commented when I noticed that she was scratching one of the poxes on her arm.

"It sure does."

"Well, the itchy feeling we call a 'cause.'"

"I itch like crazy."

"So you want to scratch. That's the 'effect.' But, you should try not to scratch..."

"... because it'll leave scars. My mom's told me that about a million times."

"That's right. Here you could say the scratching is the 'cause, ' and the scar is the 'effect.'"

"Oh, I get it now. Hey, you'll never guess what color panties I'm wearing today." That was a rather abrupt shift. Ah, to be young, when seeing a girl's panties was a goal in itself. I'd play along with her, but in truth I was disappointed. Not surprised, just disappointed. Of course, rather than disappointment, I should have been feeling relief that at least she hadn't said anything to Mom and Dad, who might have called the police. How was I supposed to guess? "Green and yellow striped?" I asked for no good reason.

"No." A giggle.

"Pink?" I knew pink was her favorite color.

"Nope." A laugh.

"White, but very sexy and lacey."

"My mom would never let me wear something like that."

"Of course not. Barbie?"

"What do you think I am, a baby?"

"All right, Ken."

This one brings what can only be described as a guffaw. The child nearly fell onto the floor. "No, silly," she said at last. "You'll never guess because I'm not wearing any!"

I grinned and grabbed the hem of her skirt to verify her statement. No shit, there she was, in all her glory!

Without a word I walked over to the door and closed it, pushing in the lock button as I did so. Turning around, I said, "Grab that pillow."

Fernanda obeyed. I had her place the pillow behind her head, and I pulled her legs forward so that they hung over the edge of the bed. Her skirt rode up in the process, leaving her naked from the waist down. I took my place in front of her and dropped to my knees.

Forcing the child's legs apart I said, "Fernanda, you have the loveliest little pussy I've ever seen in my life. I want to kiss it, and to lick it, and to generally make you feel good. Make yourself comfortable and relax."

Although I'd probably already gone beyond the point of no return so far as my reputation and good standing in the community was concerned, I hesitated as I contemplated the lovely little crack that lay before me. Tentatively I gave Fernanda a lick.

"Oooh!" she exclaimed and bucked slightly. I buried my face between Fernanda's outstretched legs and licked her crotch once more. It was hot and sticky, and it was marvelous how her labia opened to my touch. Fernanda moaned in pleasure as I used two fingers to touch her slit, slowly opening it to show its pink insides. It was the color of healthy fruit, just waiting to be eaten. "Ooooooh," she moaned again.

It was then that I noticed her little clitoris, a bulge of pink skin over her slit that had grown as my fingers touched her lips. I gently touched the clit with my thumb, and Fernanda's body shook with spasms of pleasure. She began to breathe very fast and her whole body was moving. She ran her hands over my arms, and I pressed my middle finger over the interior of her pussy, now completely exposed. I applied pressure, and I poked my finger nearly an inch into her little body. This was the entrance to her vagina, and in my excitement I almost sank my finger in completely. In my mind, it was my hard cock that was preparing to tear her precious hymen, but I knew she was too small. I moved my thumb back to her clit, readying the child for her first orgasm.

Once again I used my mouth, and Fernanda's moans became louder even as her shaking become faster. "Oh, Mr. Roberts!" she yelled. "Oh, oh, oooooooooooooooh!" I held her hips tightly and pressed my face harder into her vulva as her whole body bucked in ecstasy. "Ooooooooooooooh!"

Finally the girl relaxed, and I lay on the bed next to her listening to her heavy breathing. When she calmed down and caught her breath, she said, "I didn't think sex would be like that at all. Wow! Can we do it again?"

"That's all you're going to say? No 'thanks, Mr. Roberts, ' no kiss?" I complained.

"Thank you, Mr. Roberts," she said very formally, leaning over and giving me a big smack on the lips. "You taste like - that's me, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, princess, those are your juices all over my face."

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather eat than your pussy," I came back.

"Pussy... I thought it was called 'vagina, '" she said.

"That's the scientific word we use in school," I pointed out. "'Pussy' is a prettier term for such a pretty part of your body, and I'd like to use it when no one else can hear us. Not in school, though, okay?"

"Okay. Kiss my pussy again, please?"

"With pleasure, little miss," I said. "But what about me?"

"What do you mean?" she asked in all innocence.

I guided her hand to my crotch, and I thought her eyes would bulge out of her head. "It's big and hard! Can I see it?"

"Give me a minute," I said. I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and socks. Then I stood up and let my pants drop to the floor.

"Ooh, that's so cool!" Fernanda said, admiring my stiff cock.

"Move over," I said, sitting on the bed. "Come here." I spread my legs and indicated that the girl should sit between them, which she did, facing me. She spread her legs and placed them on top of mine, once more providing me with an unobstructed view of her prepubescent pussy. I said, "Why don't you stroke it?"

"How?"

"Wrap your hand around it--or you can use both hands if you like... that's right. Now, just pull back and forth." Fernanda caught on right away, but I gave her a bit of encouragement anyway. "Good job. You can do it a little faster than that, Princess."

"Princess! You called me Princess!"

"Fernanda, you're quite a special girl to me. Do you mind if I call you Princess?"

"No, I like it, it's cool. Look, your... uh..."

"Penis."

"Yeah, your penis hardly moves--just the skin that covers it. Why does it do that?"

"I don't know - I've never really thought about it. That's nice, you're doing a really good job, Princess, and if you go just a little faster, you'll make me ejaculate."

"Don't you want to eja... eja... ?"

"Ejaculate. Of course I do - don't slow down." Encouraged by my words, Fernanda complied, and the pressure built up within me. Fernanda jerked me off like an expert, and I knew that the dam inside would burst soon. "Here I come... any second now... yes... yes... ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Due to the angle she was holding me at, a powerful spurt of semen landed on her neck, just below her left ear. A second spurt, almost as powerful, splattered on her chest, highlighting her tiny tit beneath her blouse. The girl lowered my penis, and a third spurt covered her thigh, just a fraction of an inch from her vagina. Instinctively she squeezed my penis and milked the remaining semen onto her hands.

"Can I taste it?"

"You mean, 'May I taste it?' and the answer is yes, of course." No sooner had the words left my mouth than I was reprimanding myself. Can't you forget even for a minute that you're her teacher? You don't have to correct every little mistake, any more than you should correct the spelling errors in your mother's letters.

Oblivious to the grammar lesson, Fernanda licked my come from her fingers. At first she grimaced, but then she grinned and said, "Delicious."

"Thank you very much, Fernanda, you made me feel really good. We should probably clean ourselves up now, you know. I have to get going."

"Do you have to go already?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. We wouldn't want your mom to come in to find out why we're taking so long, would we?"

"No, but what about all this homework? How am I going to do it all now?"

"Do what you can, but don't worry if you don't finish it."

"When are you coming back?"

"I don't think I'll be able to come until Monday afternoon."

"I'll miss you. I wanted you to meet my cousin."

"I'll miss you too," I said. "I guess your cousin will just have to wait. I kissed her, and then I used my handkerchief to wipe her neck and her chest clean. This deed solicited a giggle. "We can't very well leave a white gob there, can we?"

She laughed at this. "Can you come for two hours instead of one on Monday? That way, we can get all my work done, and we'll still have enough time to... to play."

"I'd like that, but we'll have to get your mom's permission. Will you join me downstairs? And remember, just a little kiss on the cheek, okay?"

"Okay."

Fernanda walked downstairs before me, and we saw Mrs. Mecalco sitting in the living room. "I'm going now. Fernanda is doing quite well - she's a fast learner. She wanted to know if I could come for two hours instead of one on Monday."

"Is that what - what's in your hair, Fernanda? Ooh, I thought it was gum, but it isn't. What is it? It's gooey. You'd better go take a shower so we can wash your hair. Now, Mr. Roberts, how much do I owe you for this tutoring session?"

Fernanda said, "Okay Mom," and pulled her blouse over her head before either Mrs. Mecalco or I could stop her. A white half-undershirt (training bra?), trimmed in pink and with the word "Dance" blazoned in cursive letters was revealed. Her tiny tits stood out nicely.

"Fernanda!" her mother shouted. "Go upstairs, I'll help you with your shower in a moment."

Despite our intimacy, I hadn't actually seen Fernanda's developing chest earlier, so I enjoyed her little bit of exhibitionism. In point of fact the girl hadn't compromised herself with her action, yet the obvious sexual overtone turned me on.

"I don't know what is with that child today!" the woman declared. " Sorry. I've had her get undressed here in the living room a couple of times when she's been caught in a sudden downpour or something, but normally she gets undressed in her room. She's not used to having a man around the house. Her father works out-of-town and is here only on weekends."

I didn't say anything; any comment I made would be libel to incriminate me, so I feigned nonchalance. Mrs. Mecalco asked me again how much money she owed me for the class, and she paid me. She asked if I'd like to come for two hours on Monday, as Fernanda had suggested, and I gladly agreed.

"Sometimes I find it hard to talk to that girl - and she's not even a teenager yet. Her cousin is coming back from her honeymoon this evening, and she'll be here on Sunday to tell us all about it. We think Fer got the chicken pox at the wedding. Anyway, I'll invite her cousin Kelly to talk to her a bit when she comes tomorrow. I know you teach sex education at school, but that's mostly mechanical, isn't it?"

I agreed that fourth-grade, even upper-grade Sex Ed, had more to do with plumbing than anything else, but I didn't want to get into a debate about it. I picked up my things and said good-bye.

Chapter 3

I didn't have a date that weekend, but went out with my drinking buddies on Saturday night. Of the three of us, only Pete got so much as a telephone number. My friend Rod commented, "It's a good thing we've got our good right hands, isn't it Jack?"

I laughed along at his joke, but I didn't plan to follow suit. Nor did I tell him that I wanted to save my energy because I had a hot date planned with a nine-year-old on Monday afternoon.

Sunday afternoon was great - my buddy Pete had a couple of tickets for the Bears' game at Soldier Field, and - surprise, surprise - they won for a change.

Fernanda didn't go to school on Monday morning, so I hurried over to her house as soon as the other children had gone home. I hated to appear over-zealous, although in fact I was as giddy as any school-kid on his first date.

Alexandra Mecalco greeted me even more warmly than she had on Friday, kissing me fully on the mouth. If I hadn't had plans to feel up her daughter, I might have been interested in the mother. "Don't go upstairs, yet, I've got to talk to you," she said.

"Fernanda's cousin came back from her honeymoon on Saturday, and the two girls spent several hours talking. By the time Kelly left, Fernanda was all excited about playing a special game with you. You wouldn't mind playing along, would you? It would make her so happy," Alexandra stated.

"It doesn't make much difference to me," I answered. "I've said on several occasions that she's a very good student, and missing a few classes won't hurt her. I'm going to be here for two hours today, so if you want, we can play for an hour and then study. I won't charge any extra." I'd like to get some private time with the girl, but that is probably asking too much.

"Kelly told Fer all about the wedding - even about some rather intimate stuff, like the saying, 'something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, ' and that her 'something blue' was very special. They talked about the cake, and dancing, and who knows what else. So Fer wants to duplicate all that with you this afternoon," the woman explained.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to play the organ now, and she's going to walk downstairs," Alexandra said. "She wants to play the bride to your groom. Play along. Just stand at the foot of the stairs."

Alexandra sat at the organ and began to play the bridal march. At the top of the stairs stood Fernanda, dressed in a white lace dress that reached to mid-calf, and with a long white veil over her face. Slowly, majestically, the girl walked down the stairs, and when she reached the bottom one her mother stopped playing the organ. Alexandra put on a black robe and a clerical collar and walked over to us. Deftly, she lifted the veil off Fernanda's face.

The girl's face beamed, her green eyes highlighted with a slight touch of mascara, and her pink lips shining with gloss. Her lace dress looked a bit too short and a bit tight, but the white stockings and white patent-leather shoes with spiked 1-inch heels looked new. The transparent veil that trailed a behind her seemed too long - as if it belonged to an older woman. She held a small bouquet of pink roses in her hand. My first reaction was that she was a caricature of a bride; nevertheless I found her hot.

Alexandra took us by the hand and we went into the center of the living room. "Dearly beloved," she began, "we are gathered here to join this man and this girl in holy matrimony. Fernanda, do you take this man to be your husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until you're in fifth grade?"

I was amused and snickered a bit. Fernanda looked at me with disapproval and said, "I do."

"Jack, do you take this girl to be your wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, to obey like a lap dog, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part, or until she finds a boyfriend?"

"I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me, seeing as how I'm Fernanda's mother, I now pronounce you slave and mistress - I mean, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The woman was telling me to buss her nine-year-old daughter, but I hesitated. Finally I gave Fernanda a slight peck on her outstretched lips.

"Go ahead - give her a real kiss: tongue and all. She saw how Kelly and her husband kissed, so give her a real treat. I promised Fernanda I'd do what I could to make this a real wedding."

Encouraged by her mother, I kissed Fernanda again, this time on the lips. They felt warm, and I opened my mouth. "Ouch!" she screamed.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"The roses!" she said. "I cut myself when you kissed me. Look! I'm bleeding." One of the thorns had gotten embedded in Fernanda's finger, and it was bleeding. Alexandra took her daughter into the kitchen, and a few minutes later they returned with a Band-Aid around the offended thumb, sans flowers.

"She was holding the flowers too tightly when you kissed, but she'll be all right," said Alexandra. "Why don't we all go into the dining room for a while? Fer, you can sit on Jack's lap if it's okay with him."

The woman looked at me and said, "Her father told her that she's too big to sit on his lap, and we've made it clear that she shouldn't sit on other men's laps either. However, this is kind of a special day - if you don't mind."

"Uh, no, that's okay. Upsy-daisy." Then I added, "You're heavy, did you know that?" Fernanda changed the subject. "Do you like my dress? I wore it for my First Communion two years ago. It's a little small, but it still fits. Mom said it would be great for 'something old.' Kelly, my cousin, lent me the veil. Isn't it cool? And the 'something new' is my shoes. What do you think?"

She spoke so rapidly it was hard to get a word in edgewise, but she finally had to catch her breath, so I said, "That's a very pretty dress for a very pretty girl. The shoes and veil make you look quite grown up. Aren't you supposed to wear 'something blue' too?" The girl giggled. "Mom bought me something special. If you're a good boy, you'll get to see it."

"Fernanda!" Alexandra reprimanded her daughter.

"And I want you to wear a rubber!"

"Fer!" gasped the girl's mother.

"What?"

"Where did you get that? What do you mean, 'you want Jack to wear a rubber?'"

"That's what Kelly told me Ralph wore on their honeymoon."

"Sweetie, Jack... Mr. Roberts... isn't going to wear a rubber. Do you understand... he's not going to wear a rubber."

"Okay."

This answer apparently did not satisfy Alexandra, who looked at her daughter and asked, "Fernanda, do you know what 'a rubber' is?"

"Of course I do," she said.

"Well, what do you mean then? Explain what a rubber is."

"It's a... thing... a thingy made of rubber..."

"What's it for? What's it look like?"

"It's... small... it's kind of big... I... you know."

"Fer..."

"I don't know."

"All right. What exactly did Kelly tell you?"

"She said that she had this really sexy nightgown, but she made Ralph wear a rubber because she wasn't on the pill. Did she do something bad?"

"No, sweetie, she didn't do anything bad," reassured Alexandra. She looked at me and said, "I guess we'll have to explain some of the facts of life to this girl." Looking at Fernanda once more, she said, "The proper name for a 'rubber' is a 'condom.' A man wears it on... well, it's kind of a protection. A man wears it so the woman can't have a baby, and so they don't get sick when they..."

"Well, I don't want to have a baby, and I don't want to get sick."

"Of course not, sweetie - you're too young. That Kelly - telling you all kinds of things that confuse you."

She stood up and walked over to a counter, bringing back a small cake in her hands. Abruptly changing the subject, she said, "Why don't we have some cake - look, Jack. Kelly and Ralph gave Fer their little bride and groom dolls. You two have to hold the knife together."

Before we could cut the cake, Fernanda reached behind my head and pushed it roughly. "Take a bite for good luck!" she said, smashing my head into the cake. In mock revenge I grabbed the back of her head and smeared her face all over the cake, getting a large quantity of frosting in her hair.

"Cut it out, you two," Alexandra said good-naturedly. Fer, you've got frosting all over your hair! You're going to have to wash your hair before you can go to school tomorrow."

"Aw, Mom!"

"I mean it, you can't go to school with your hair like that." Before the girl could issue another protest, the mother said, "Later. You don't have to wash it right now. You can also eat your cake later. I know - why don't you two dance? I'll play a waltz. Jack, be sure to hold her nice and close." Alexandra whispered in my ear, "Give her a real treat. After a few minutes, slide your hand down on her butt!"

"One-two-three-four-One..." I counted. Fernanda was clumsy at first, but she caught on quickly. Alexandra nodded at me, so I slipped my hand below the girl's waist. Suddenly the music stopped.

Alexandra said, "Now the mother of the bride is going to dance with the groom. Fernanda, put some music on the CD player."

Alexandra proved to be an excellent dancer, and I took advantage of that fact to go around the floor a second time. We had plenty of time to talk. As the music drew to a close, she said, "I've got a piano student coming in a few minutes. But before he comes, you have to do one more thing..."

The music ended, and we applauded each other. Alexandra said, "Fernanda, it's time to toss the garter! Sit down over here."

Fernanda sat down on a straight-back chair that Alexandra had brought in from the dining room. Alexandra ordered me to kneel in front of her. The doorbell rang, and Alexandra went to answer it as Fernanda pulled up her dress. Out of one corner of my eye I caught sight of a boy of about twelve staring as Fernanda revealed her stockinged leg. I had expected her raise the dress to mid-thigh; instead I was amazed to find the black, lacey garter at the very top of her leg; I'm sure the boy was just as impressed. Through the semi-transparent material of the panty-hose I could see the pale blue underpants Fernanda's mother had bought for this occasion, and the boy's wide eyes and open mouth suggested he could too.

I deftly put my right hand around the garter, "accidentally" brushing against Fernanda's crotch as I did so. Slowly and sensuously I pulled the garter down her thigh and off her leg. Standing up, I turned around and tossed it in the boy's direction.

"Jack, this is George, who is practicing Chopin this month. George, Jack is Fernanda's teacher. Jack, maybe you could carry Fer upstairs - my room is larger and has more room for dancing - dancing, nothing more - than hers does. Fer will tell you where it is."

Carry her upstairs? Of course, but...

It made no sense to question Alexandra's indications. She was sending mixed signals, and I decided to obey them in a way that suited me.

I grabbed my "wife" and took her upstairs, ceremoniously marching into the master bedroom. Prints of Impressionist paintings by Monet and Van Gogh were along one white wall, while a rogue's gallery of family photographs covered another. Thick red curtains covered a large picture window, and before the window was a rocking chair. This was made of dark mahogany, as were the dresser, vanity, nightstands, and chest of drawers. An entertainment center including a television, DVD player, and CD player graced one wall. The queen-sized brass bed was covered with a flowered spread. A large bouquet of fresh-cut pink roses sat on the vanity.

I gently let Fernanda down and she said, "Wait," before disappearing into what I assumed was a bathroom. I walked over to the dresser so I could check out the CDs, finally choosing Appetite for Destruction by Guns 'N Roses and Fly On The Wall by AC/DC. I decided I wanted something loud that would mask any sounds that might come out of the bedroom.

After what seemed an eternity, Fernanda finally emerged from the bathroom, holding a large towel in front of her and wearing a huge shit-eating grin on her face. I guessed she was naked behind the towel, a guess that was confirmed when she turned around and I saw her naked little butt. Fernanda turned down the sheets on sheets on the bed and spread the towel out. "Kelly says the first time there's always a lot of blood," she explained. "She said we can wash this out when we're finished, and no one will ever know what we've been up to."

The girl's comment both surprised and worried me. Had I already been compromised? "Uh, Fernanda, exactly what did you tell Kelly about us - about you and me?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Are you sure? You just said..."

"What I meant is she said she wished she had put a towel on the bed before Ralph and her... uh, you know... did it. She said it was kind of embarrassing when the maid came in and saw all the blood on the sheets."

"Are you sure that's what she said? Are you sure you didn't say anything about us?"

"Cross my heart."

"Nothing at all?"

"She asked me who I liked, and I said you. She laughed and said that you couldn't be my boyfriend, but I told her that you come to give me special classes, and we can do anything we want because my mom can't hear when she's giving piano lessons. But then she asked what we did, and I told her nothing, but I wanted to do everything she did with Ralph, her new husband."

"What did she say to that?"

"'You're just dreaming,' like I was some kind of little kid."

"You are," I laughed.

She pouted. "I'm old enough."

"I won't argue with that," I said. I got out of the rocking chair and walked over to the bed.

"Kelly also said that it hurts the first time," Fernanda reported. "But, when I'm old enough, I should find an older guy, some guy with experience, so it won't hurt so much. Kelly says that Ralph was a virgin, and that's why it hurt so much. You aren't a virgin, are you?"

"No, I'm not," I said. "I've had sex with a few other girls, and I'll try to control myself and do this gently. It will probably still hurt some - that's normal. But I'll be gentle. Are you sure you want to do this?"

The nine-year-old nodded. "Of course I want to! I've been wanting to ever since the first time you... you touched me and... and I got wet... you know where."

"I'm going to get undressed, then, if it's okay with you."

I was undressing when Fernanda asked, "You don't have a rubber, do you?"

"No, I hadn't actually planned on this," I responded. "Besides, didn't your mother specifically say I was not to wear a rubber? Don't worry - I promise you won't get any diseases, and you're too young to make a baby."

"Yeah, she did say not to use a rubber," Fernanda laughed. "Anyway, I just wanted to see what you'd look like when you were wearing nothing but a ru... condom."

"Next time," I promised. Who was dreaming now?

We lay next to one another on the bed and chatted as I caressed her. Mindful of my pledge to be gentle, I planned to take my time. A man won't hurt a woman if she is genuinely stimulated, which implies good foreplay. A young guy, especially a virgin, is usually so excited about what is about to happen that he cannot wait for the preliminaries, even though that is just what a female, particularly a virgin female, needs. With a very young girl, as in Fernanda's case, it was probably even more important, because her petite vagina would be particularly resistant to penetration.

I kissed Fernanda with passion and held her tightly. I moved from her lip to her face, giving her a tiny peck on the tip of the nose, and kissing both eyelids. I kissed her forehead and both cheeks, and I reached to kiss her neck. Meanwhile, my right hand moved to her tiny left tit, massaging it gently. I scooted down a bit so I could maneuver more easily, and I moved my hand to her other mammary gland. "Oh Mr. Roberts," she panted, "please kiss me there."

"With pleasure, Princess," I responded, kissing first one breast and then the other. Feeling mischievous I nibbled on her nipple, evoking a scream.

"Sorry."

"Don't stop! Do it to the other one too!"

I complied with Fernanda's request, and as I could feel the girl spread her legs beside me, and I looked at her. Her fiery, fuchsia lips glowed openly before my gaze. Not only were her labia swollen and flushed with desire, but those succulent inner lips were getting redder and wetter as I watched! With a little gasp, her hips twitched forward as her hot, little-girl twat reached hungrily for my finger!

"Oh, please... touch it, Mr. Roberts... touch it!" Fernanda pleaded as my fingertip grazed the distended, swollen wetness of her little hood. Slowly, teasingly, I stroked this little girl's enflamed pussy, along the side of her hood, down the length of the inner lip, up between the inner lip and her hairless labia. Then, once again across the hood, with it's now glistening clit shyly peeking out, and down and up the other side of her slimy puffiness. Her thighs were quivering! She'd gasp every time her little hips would twitch, and I watched a little gleaming drop of honey form at the entrance of her virginal paradise. It dripped towards her puckered sphincter as she moaned her frustration, and the pungent tang of her blooming hormones burst through my nostrils.

Fernanda was sucking on her finger as she made little whining noises. She watched my fingertip finally come in contact with the sucking wetness of her pulsing little love hole. With a pent up bellow, she suddenly thrust her hips up, frantically trying to impale her tiny twat on my tormenting finger.

"Oh... please!" she squealed as my index finger plunged into the tender heat of her steaming tightness. My finger was quickly buried to the second knuckle, probing ever deeper into the slippery heat of her tight, tender sweetness. Feeling her unwanted barrier stretch across my fingertip, I slid my finger almost out, then back in, to lovingly caress that fragile tissue of virginity... then s-l-o-w-l-y out... and i-n again. Gently stoking her inner fires, I carefully slid through her slick, tight, preteen channel, bumping against that fragile wall with each stroke. She was writhing with mounting desire. Both her pleasure and her frustration were building with each sensual invasion of her hot, slick little-girl box. Hips twisting and plunging, her excited cunt sucking in wanton desperation, Fernanda demanded more.

"Now! I want to go all the way!"

"Princess, why don't you climb on top?" I suggested. "That way you can control what is happening. And I get to see your pretty face!"

The nine-year-old climbed on top of me as I lay on my back. She squatted and grinned as she looked down at my face, carefully poising on the edge of my erect pole. "Are you ready?" she asked. "I want it all."

"I'm ready any time you are, Fer," I responded.

I held Fernanda's thin waist with both hands, and she placed her hands on my chest. Slowly she lowered herself so that the head of my penis was inside her vaginal walls. Without another word, she pushed up and thrust downward, so that I quickly ripped through her virginity as. She convulsed with a scream of pain and fulfillment, slamming up and down in delight. The waves seemed to go on forever! She'd begin to calm, then the rippling twitches of her hips and pussy would convulsively shake her little body all over again.

"Mr. Roberts... Mr... Rob... erts... Mis... ter... Rob... erts... Mis... ter... Rob... erts... M-I-S-T-E-R-RO-B-E-R-T-S!"

As she was chanted there was an incredulous smile plastered on her sweet little face. Meanwhile, my came closer to my own orgasm, so I flipped over so that Fernanda was on her back, and I could better slam into her. Fernanda kept up her chanting, and I panted, "Fer, get ready, because I'm... going... to... come!" I thrust again and again, each time sending a spurt of my hot semen into her vagina. Finally, I collapsed on top of her.

Little Fernanda's body was still rocking side to side in contented delight. Finally she drew up to me and covered my face with a million little kisses of delight.

"Wow, Mr. Roberts, that was even better than I thought it'd be. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Fer, you're very special to me too," I answered with caution. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Do you feel okay?"

"Well, it kind of hurt when you first went it, but it didn't last long, and I think my cousin made a big deal about nothing," she responded. "It didn't hurt that much, and it just felt so good."

"I'm glad. I enjoyed it too." I held Fernanda in my arms, and we lay quietly for several minutes. Then she reached for me penis, which began to stiffen in her grasp.

She drew her hand up before her, and noting that it was covered with blood, she said, "Gee, everything is bloody. It's all over the place, isn't it?"

"Maybe we should take a shower to clean it up, don't you think?" I suggested.

"My mom doesn't let me take showers alone," she countered. "She says I might burn myself."

"I didn't say you should take a shower alone," I corrected her. "I meant together."

"You and me? Together? Wow--that'd be really cool!"

"Cool? No, I prefer warm water."

She laughed at my joke, and we got out of bed. I grabbed the blood-and-come soaked towel, saying, "We've got to wash this out, too."

Once in the bathroom, I pulled the shower curtain closed and ran the hot water. "I suppose it will take a few minutes to warm up."

Fernanda said, "I've got to pee."

"Go ahead."

"Are you going to watch?"

"Not if you don't want me to," I responded, turning to toward the sink, which I was filling with cold water for the towel. Let it soak for a while.

"You can look if you like," she said. "I'm finished anyhow. Do you want to wipe me?"

"Your wish is my command, oh princess," I responded as I grabbed a single piece of toilet paper. After wiping her off and dropping the paper into the bowl, I said, "Now I've got to go."

"Can I hold you?"

"Uh - sure," I said. "Be careful - after sex it's usually a bit erratic."

Fernanda grabbed my prick, and she giggled because, as predicted about half the urine ended on the floor. When I was finished, I instructed her to give me a few good shakes, and then I had her wipe up the urine that missed the bowl while I adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower. She flushed, and we got under the warm stream.

There was a shower cap hanging in the corner, and I put it on. If my longish hair didn't get wet, I might be able to get away with the façade that Fernanda had showered alone, and that we had not done anything that the mother of a nine-year-old might disapprove of.

As the child stood before me, I lathered her body with scented soap, but when I moved to clean her genital area she flinched from the pain. I let her clean herself, and she enjoyed stroking me. It was her suggestion that she perform oral sex on me, since she was too sensitive to my touch. It was also her idea that we face sideways towards the shower nozzle, so that the warm water fell on us equally.

Fernanda had learned a lot in five days. With warm water gently spraying her face, she knelt before me and took my stiff cock into her hands, stoking softly all up and down the shaft. She gently cupped my balls, and then she licked the entire length of my prick. At last she took it into her mouth, and she surprised me by taking the entire thing. I thrust forward, and she responded by tightening her grip and moaning loudly. I let loose with another pelvic thrust, and then another, and another, until I lost control and felt my loins empty into her throat. Spasm after spasm from my prick sent its cargo into her waiting mouth. When she moved her mouth come away from my prick, I felt the cool air hitting my moist tender skin. Then she took me into her mouth once again, and her chin bumped up against my pelvic bone. My cock responded by dredging the last of my semen from somewhere deep within and delivering it to her.

"Thanks you, Princess, that felt great," I said, reaching for the faucet to turn off the water and removing my shower cap. "Now we'd better dry off and get dressed."

We did just that. Before we went back downstairs, I finished washing out the bloodstained towel we had used on the bed. Fernanda tried to remake the bed, but I wasn't satisfied with her childish effort, so I did it myself. Then we walked downstairs arm-in-arm.

"Well, did you two have a good time?" asked Alexandra.

"Yes, I did. How about you, Fer?"

"It was fun," she said. "Can we do it again tomorrow?" "I'm afraid not, Fernanda," said Alexandra. "It's just too expensive to have Mr. Roberts come every day. Once a week is enough."

"Once a week! Is that enough for you and Daddy?"

"You know your father is here only on the weekends. What do you mean?"

"I want to Mr. Roberts to come two times a week."

"You see Mr. Roberts in school every day."

"That's not the same, Mom. There's no privacy, and he can't help me with my personal needs."

"Well, like I said..."

"If I were to come twice a week, I'd be glad to lower my fees - say by 25%," I offered. "We really don't want Fernanda to miss out."

"That's very generous of you. But I'm a bit concerned about something - I thought I heard the shower going upstairs a while ago. What was that about?"

"Fernanda decided to take a shower after all our dancing, and I waited for her. She's an excellent dancer for a girl so young."

"Thank you. That's a relief, but she knows she is never to take a shower by herself. I worry that she might burn herself."

"She was quite conscious of the frosting that she had in her hair, and she wanted to wash it. She asked me to help adjust the water temperature. You don't actually think anything else went on, do you?"

"Of course not... I was just checking, because it was so odd to hear the running water. By the way, while you were upstairs, Fanny's mother called. I guess Fanny has missed a couple of classes, and she wanted me to pass your phone number so that she could arrange for extra help. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, not at - thanks. Well, I must be going. Fernanda, I'll see you at school tomorrow, and Alexandra, I guess I'll see you on Thursday afternoon, when I come for Fernanda's next class. Is that okay?"

"Yes, it sounds good. Here's your money for today's class. Kiss your teacher good-bye, Fer."

END