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Title         : Young Cunt

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Pedo, Mg, gg

Date        : 20151201

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Synopsis :

A young girl explores her sexuality, and gets off showing her body to her
teacher and other men.

Disclaimer :

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work
of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental and
would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve explicit
descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under law as
"Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't. If it offends you, it
was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't exist. Sue the internet
instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if you don't like crap like
this. These are just words, people. Just words.

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. I know this is pretty
childish shit. Sorry, I like naughty little girls. Sue me. And don't bitch
at me if you don't like it. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in this
group.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.


                              --==+==--


Raven Theroux was barely ten years old when something clicked in her head,
and she began to explore the world of fun that lay between her legs. She'd
never paid much attention to her pussy before, she only thought of it when
she peed or on those rare occasions when she rode a horse. One night she
was taking a shower, and for some reason she was playing around with the
shower nozzle. It was on a long hose, and it easily reached down to her
waist. Without much thought involved, she pressed it against her little
pussy, and wow. Something inside her sat up and took notice. She pushed it
harder and wiggled it around, and suddenly a feeling flooded over her body,
a very good feeling. Her thigh muscles tightened up and almost locked, her
back arched, her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She sighed and sighed
again, a deep long sigh. She had her very first, but certainly not her last
orgasm. Within minutes she had another, and even one more after that.
Finally, with her older brother pounding on the door, she turned the water
off and stumbled out of the shower. Her life had changed forever.

The next night she did it again, and the night after. Her mother noticed
that she didn't have to nag Raven to take her nightly bath, but for some
reason her mom didn't put two and two together, even though her mom often
experienced the pleasures of the shower nozzle herself. Raven was in love
with the feelings that her body gave her, and she began to actively seek
more ways to give herself those good feelings. She humped some of her
stuffed animals after she went to bed, but that was hard work for not much
reward. She finally hit pay dirt with a toy she'd received a few
Christmases ago, a small figurine that had originally whirled a bouquet of
flowers. The flowers had partially broken off, and the whirling part was
now unequally balanced, which cause the toy to vibrate madly. Raven found
that by pressing it against her little clit she could have massive almost
endless orgasms, and "AA" batteries began to disappear from all over the
house.

One Saturday night Cynthia, her best friend from school, spent the night.
After they'd watched TV and played games all evening they finally got
shooed off to bed. They lay whispering to each other in the semi-darkness
of Raven's room.

"Cynth..." Raven whispered, anxious to share her new knowledge. "Cynth, you
ever... you ever played with your mouse? You know, down there?"

Cynthia giggled uncomfortably.

"Yeah some," she finally whispered. "I got in trouble for it, for puttin'
my Dad's drill on it."

"His drill?" Raven was interested in any new technique. "How'd you do that?"

"It shakes," said Cynthia. "It shakes real hard. You just press the
handle... against yourself."

"What, down there?" said Raven, and Cynthia nodded.

"Cynthia," said Raven, after some thought. She trusted her friend, she knew
the other girl wouldn't rat her out. And they'd talked about things before,
naughty things. Cynthia had told her once about seeing her dad's weenie,
when he peed at the lake and he didn't know she was looking out the window
of their cabin. Raven continued. "Cynthia, I do that... I do that with
something I got. Here, look."

She reached beneath her bed and drew the spinning thing out. Cynthia
examined it, and experimentally switched it on. It sounded horribly loud,
in the stillness of the night.

"Hang on," said Raven, and thumbed on the remote to her little TV. Now that
it was the weekend, her parents didn't care if she watched TV after she
went to bed. She turned it up as loud as she dared, to hide the noise the
spinner made.

"Hang on," she said, taking charge. She got up and carefully locked her
door, trying hard to be quiet. The click still sounded loud to her. She
kicked her panties into the floor, and crawled back up on her bed. Cynthia
giggled shyly.

Raven pulled her nightshirt up around her waist. She leaned back, and took
the spinner from Cynthia. She switched it on, and pressed the handle of it
against her little clit. Ahhh... she relaxed as waves of pleasure flooded
over her body. Her legs trembled, and chill bumps raced up and down her
thighs. She had a nice orgasm, sucking air into her lungs, her arms shaking
and the muscles of her neck standing out as she pressed her head backwards
into her upper back.

"Cynth... you gotta try that," she finally managed, her voice shaking.
"It's... it feels super. I can't explain why, but it feels super."

Cynthia wasn't too sure about doing in front of someone else, but Raven was
strong-willed, and Cynthia pliable. Finally, hesitantly she sat up and
pulled her panties off. At Raven's coaxing, she rolled her nightgown up
around her waist, and exposed herself to Raven's view. Raven handed her the
spinner.

"Just press it... you know, press it against that bump," Raven explained,
spreading her own little cunt apart to show the other girl. Raven had
learned a lot about her clit the last few days, but she still didn't know
what to call it. She just knew what it did for her.

Cynthia fumbled around with the spinner, and finally Raven took it away
from her. With her thumb and forefinger she spread the other girl's pussy
lips apart, and pressed the spinner against Cynthia's exposed clitoris.
Cynthia was embarrassed, but quickly the pleasure of the experience
overcame that, and she sighed and relaxed, feeling her whole body vibrate
with the spinner. After a minute or two she had a nice orgasm, almost
bouncing in place, squirming and gasping for breath. Raven held it in place
a little while longer, and finally turned it off.

"See?" she said. "Wasn't that fun?"

"That was... that was like you said, super," said Cynthia, smiling. She was
a convert. She wanted one of those spinning things, too.

They lay for a while, basking in the afterglows of perfectly fine orgasms.
Finally Raven elbowed herself up, and proceeded to pound her little clit
with the spinner once again, as Cynthia watched, smiling. When Raven handed
it to her, Cynthia spread her lips herself, and had another one, too.

"Shit," said Raven, the baddest word she knew. "This is fun. We gotta do
this shit more often."

"Yeah," laughed Cynthia. She became serious. "Rave... I gotta tell you
somethin'... somethin' I seen."

Oh, this should be good, thought Raven. Cynthia's stories were always good.
She leaned forward expectantly.

"Once, last week or so..." Cynthia's voice was low and conspiratorial. "I
couldn't sleep and I got up to get a drink... when I passed the den I heard
a noise an' I peeked in..."

"Yeah?" said Raven.

"My dad was in the floor an' my mom was on the couch. He had his mouth on
her... on her mouse. An' she was goin' crazy, she was wiggling and shaking
an' all that. Just like what you did, while ago, when that thing was
buzzin'. I think he did the same thing for her, he made her have on of
those... those things."

"Oh really..." that was interesting indeed to Raven. His mouth? His mouth
did that? Did he bite, or suck or blow? Did he somehow vibrate, like the
spinner? She wondered about the details.

"Anyway, I peeked on them a while, and then went back to bed. I wondered
what it all meant, but I think I know, now. I think she was... feelin'
good, like what we felt."

"Yeah," said Raven, her mind thinking furiously. This was an interesting
development.

"Rave..." said Cynthia, her breath hot in Raven's face. Shy, meek little
Cynthia. "Raven... you wanna try that? You want me to put your mouse in my
mouth?"


                              --==+==--


It took a while to get situated. They were both a little embarrassed, but
they were determined. They knew what the payoff was. Finally, with Raven
laying on two pillows, her legs spread widely apart, Cynthia nestled
between her thighs.

Raven stared at the ceiling. She hoped this was as good as the spinner.
She'd heard her older brother say, once, something about "eating pussy."
She wondered if this is what he'd meant by that. At the time she'd somehow
realized what "pussy" was, that it was a euphemism for a girl's private
area. Was this what he meant? He'd said he wanted to do it to a girl he
went to school with. Had he ever done it to her? She was curious, so
curious she might actually ask him. She had a pretty good relationship with
him, he seemed to like her more now that she was a little older and didn't
pester him all the time. Yes, she decided, I'll ask him.

She started as Cynthia touched her, down there. Cynthia put both her arms
on Raven's thighs, and with her fingertips she pulled Raven's little pussy
lips apart. Raven felt Cynthia's hot breath, on the damp inner regions of
her cunt. Within moments, she felt Cynthia's tongue squarely on her clit.
And oh, did it ever feel wonderful. Raven hadn't imagined anything would
feel as good as the spinner, but this did. Cynthia's smooth wet tongue felt
fabulous, on her clit. Somehow Cynthia seemed to know, possibly because she
was a girl and had one too, but somehow she seemed to know right where the
sweet spot was. She licked and lapped, and scrubbed Raven's clit against
the girl's body.

Cynthia was experiencing some revelations, herself. She was surprised at
how good Raven tasted, she almost thought it would taste kind of nasty,
because of where it was. But it didn't, it had a smooth clean almost
plasticy taste to her. She didn't know it, but it tasted sexy. Raven was a
typical little girl, she kept herself fairly clean but not spotless, and
she had plenty of taste that night, she hadn't take a shower since last
night. Her pussy had been so scrupulously clean the night before it
probably didn't have any flavor at all, thanks to her use of the shower
nozzle. But she was pretty tasty, tonight.

Cynthia had hopes that after this, Raven would offer to lick her. She
counted on it, in fact she'd decided to ask, if the girl didn't offer.
After those two orgasms, she was in love with the feeling. Those weren't
her first orgasms, actually, she'd had her first on the handle of her dad's
power drill. But she was hooked.

Cynthia licked and licked, Raven's scent in her nose and Raven's taste in
her mouth. She scrubbed so hard her tongue almost hurt, after a minute. But
she was loving it, as much as Raven was loving being licked. Raven felt the
by-now familiar tightness begin in her legs and back, and knew she was
fixing to cum. She didn't know that's what you called it, she just knew it
was going to happen. And happen it did, her legs shot straight out and
locked, scissoring Cynthia's head between them. She had a fantastic orgasm,
one that seemed to just go on and on. Cynthia just kept right on her clit,
pushing it around with her tongue, pressing it against her body and
alternately sucking hard on it.

At last Raven calmed down. She finally sat up, woozily, and hugged Cynthia.

"Thank you, darlin'," she whispered to the other girl, "thanks a million.
That was super. It was bitchin'!"

She heard her older brother Bradley say that all the time. She knew it was
powerful, just from the way he used it, and the look on her dad's face once
when he'd heard Bradley say it.

Cynthia laughed, and relaxed.

"I don't know if I can do that good, but I'll try if you want," said Raven,
her face still in Cynthia's. Cynthia smiled and nodded. On impulse, Raven
pressed her face into the other girl, and they kissed. "Mmmmm..." said
Cynthia, and they both giggled. They kissed again, and again, for much
longer. Raven could taste her own cunt, on the other girls lips, and it
excited her, for some reason.

"What haven't we done this before?" whispered Raven, and Cynthia made the
"I dunno" noise. They giggled, and pressed their lips together. The pussy
licking was forgotten for a while, as they gloried in the simple pleasure
of kissing. Raven was laying back again, and Cynthia on top of her. Raven
reached down, without really thinking, and squeezed Cynthia's plump little
ass in her hands. Cynthia giggled some more.

"Cynth..." said Raven finally. "Lay down, let me lick you..."

They switched positions, and Cynthia spread her legs widely. Raven leaned
up and kissed her friend one last time, and then worked her way downwards
on her elbows. She surveyed Cynthia's crotch in the dim light, and finally
did what Cynthia had done, spread the other girl apart with her thumbs.

She lowered her face, taking a deep sniff with her nose. Cynthia smelled
good to her, good and strong, Raven didn't know it, but Cynthia hadn't
bathed since yesterday morning. She was pretty strong, but it still smelled
good to Raven. Raven licked her own fingers occasionally, when she touched
herself, she was actually no stranger to vaginal smells and secretions.
This one smelled good to her.

She extended her tongue, and lightly touched Cynthia's little clit. Ah, she
thought, the smell was good, but the taste is better. Cynthia tasted
incredible to her, a little sweaty, and just an over-all incredible pussy
taste. Raven was in love with that, as much as the feeling of cumming. She
was in love with the naughty feeling that doing stuff like this gave her.
She made her mind up then and there to do stuff like this every chance she
got. And to even make chances, when they didn't occur.

She began to lick. Cynthia's legs trembled, and Raven felt chill bumps
where Cynthia's thigh touched her cheek on one side. She felt Cynthia's
foot twitching, and giggled to herself. I'm doing that, she thought, I'm
making her feel that good. She was proud of herself, proud of discovering
something this much fun, and being brave enough to go through with it. This
is just the start, she thought, but of course in a childish fashion. She
was, after all, just a child.

Cynthia took a while longer than Raven had, and Raven's tongue got a little
sore, but she didn't slow down. At last Cynthia began trembling and
writhing in place, and Raven could tell the girl had felt it. She'd felt it
good. Raven crawled up and lay across Cynthia's body, and they giggled and
hugged and kissed. Raven pulled the sheet over them, and they lay, side by
side, holding each other, and drifted into sleep.


                              --==+==--


That was just the first of many nights they spent, in each other's arm and
beneath each other's tongues. Almost every weekend they managed to spend
the night at one or the other's houses. They had been good friends before,
but they were closer than ever, now that they knew what rewards love could
bring. Raven had become an intensely sexual creature, she masturbated
almost every night with the shower nozzle, and often with the spinner after
she'd gone to bed. She loved and appreciated her times with Cynthia, but
she was always on the lookout to widen her horizons. Her next sexual
conquest was a little further afield than her friend.

Raven had a teacher at school that she adored. She had had a major crush on
him, since day one. His named was Mr. Norman, or that's what the kids
called him although Norman was actually his first name. We won't give his
last name, since the statute of limitations hasn't ran out on this story.
He was a good teacher, and he'd kept his nose clean and had never gotten
into trouble in the ten years he'd been teaching. He liked kids, and he
especially liked little girls, though he hid it well. Maybe he didn't know
yet, who knows. At least until Raven came along.

Raven had him her last hour, for math. She was good at math, and hardly
ever needed help from him, although at times she dumbed herself down to get
some personalized instruction. She'd never done anything improper when that
happened, and of course never had he. That was, however, the old Raven. The
new Raven was little different. When she began to cast about in her mind
for directions to take to explore her new-found sexuality, Mr. Norman was
the first thing that came to mind. It was perfect, she thought. She even
sat on the front row. That alone begged for some form of exploitation.

Raven had been, so far, almost a tomboy. She wore jeans and shorts in the
summer, she hardly ever wore dresses. School, however, was a different
matter. Raven's school had a dress code, and young ladies wore skirts and
blouses, typical schoolgirl uniforms. She hadn't liked that much, so far,
but suddenly it seemed okay with her. Suddenly she seemed right at home in
a skirt.

"Cynthia," she whispered in the girl's restroom, as the girls prepared for
lunch break. "Look, darlin', no panties."

There were no other girls in the restroom. She lifted her skirt, and showed
Cynthia her bare pussy. Cynthia squealed and giggled.

"You been like that all day?" she asked.

"Yeah..." said Raven. "You should try it... it's mash fun. And Cynth..."
she still looked around to make sure no one was listening.

"Cynth, I'm gonna show Norm my mouse in sixth."

The two girls dissolved in giggles.

"Are you really?" asked Cynthia.

"Shit yeah," said Raven. "I love him. I want him to do what you do, I want
him to lick it an' shit."

Cynthia giggled some more. "Darlin'," she finally said, "just don't forget
who got you started. Save some of that shit for me."

Raven stopped and pressed her lips to the other girl. "Darlin'," she said,
"don't worry. I'll have my fun with Mr. Norman, but I'll love you the most."

"Just tell me all the shit, darlin'," said Cynthia, giggling helplessly.


                              --==+==--


Mr. Norman had seen a lot of crazy shit, during the years he'd stood at the
front of the classroom. Raven's smooth, pale little pussy wasn't the first
pussy that he'd seen, even. It was the first so blatantly unmistakably
exposed, though. The others, he'd felt, had been accidents. This one was
most certainly not, judging by the impish half-smile on her lips, as her
eyes bored into his. Well, not always his, his eyes were darting from her
eyes to her crotch, down and back up and down again. He stumbled in
mid-sentence, completely losing his train of thought. He was trying to
explain what a ephemeris was, and how it was dependent on mathematics, but
he found he could no longer even say the word. He finally let it drop,
mumbled something about a chapter to review, and sat carefully in his desk,
feeling for his chair since he found himself unable to look away from the
beauty that Raven was showing him.

She just sat there, her skirt pulled up slightly, knowing full well he was
seeing every bit of her. She smiled at him, wondering if he was brave
enough to just stare at it. He was, and did, after he sat. She giggled to
herself, seeing him lick his lips. She wondered if he could resist her, if
she stayed in his classroom after the bell rang.

The bell rang.

"Class dismissed," said Mr. Norman in a distant voice. "Raven, could I see
you for a moment?"

She smiled to herself, and stood. She left her books on her desk, but she
followed the crowd of kids to the door. He stared after her, puzzled, and a
little disappointed. She didn't leave the room, though, she just closed the
door and locked it. The door had glass inlays, but luckily it was frosted
glass. She turned, and slowly made her way back to her desk. He watched
her, silent, for now.

She turned her desk halfway, and climbed up in the seat, sitting on the
top, facing him. She spread her legs widely, way wider than she was able
sitting normally, and yanked her skirt up almost to her waist. He was
shocked at her aggressiveness, shocked and pleased. Finally, he thought,
after all these years, finally the good shit is starting. He idly hoped he
would get a friendly cellmate.

"Raven... darling..." he finally said. She just smiled at him, an almost
cocky grin on her face. She knew she was blowing his mind. He had scooted
his chair out from behind his desk until it was even with hers, and she was
surprised and pleased to see a large lump in his pants. She had looked at
naked men with Cynthia the other night on the computer, and the girls had
finally made the connection between hard protruding penises and sexual
excitement in males. She was pleased to see that Mr. Norman most definitely
seemed attracted to her, if that lump was any indication.

"Yes, Norm?" she said sweetly. He didn't bother to correct her familiarity.

"Darling... what do you want... from me?" he finally asked, hoping just for
a few more minutes of this. He didn't dare hope for anything more. Well, he
hoped, but he wasn't going to do anything, other than let her do whatever
she did. He wasn't going to encourage or discourage her. What will be will
be, he thought, though, actually, that's not a very good defense when the
lawyers start arguing.

"Mr. Norman..." she finally said, after appearing to think. "I just wanted
to make you smile. I wanted to make you happy."

"Oh, darling," he said, "you've done that. You have no idea how much you've
done that."

She laughed. She saw more and more possibilities. Especially after... after
some of those things she'd learned from the internet, the other night. She
slowly slid down from her desk.

"Mr. Norman... Norm..." she said, walking up to him. "If I've made you
happy, maybe you can make me happy."

She turned and backed up to him, lowering her butt, and sat in his lap. She
felt his hardness, beneath her, and giggled. I'm doing that, she thought
just as she had thought with Cynthia. I'm making him do that. She felt
powerful, powerful and... sexy... she had a thought, at that moment, that
this was completely due to the power of sex. She began to realize how much
power she wielded.

He made some kind of wordless noise, and froze. The feel of her hot firm
body on top of his was overpowering. She crushed his hardness beneath her
tight bottom, but damn... it felt good. He realized he was dangerously
closed to ejaculating.

"Honey..." he finally managed. She leaned back and said, "Shhh..." and he
shut up. She reached down with her left hand and pulled her skirt up to her
waist, and with her right hand she took his right. She brought it around
front, and pressed his hand into her hot cunt.

The feel of her hot dampness on his fingers was electrifying. His hair
stood on end, all most. She scrubbed his fingers into herself, and within
moments, when she pulled her hand away, he was rubbing with no assistance.
She felt incredible to him, hot and wet and smooth as silk... his wife was
a hairy beast, but this shit... this shit was incredible. Smooth as silk,
he thought. Smooth as goddam fucking silk.

He was content just to rub for a while. He stopped a moment, and raised his
hand to his nose, to smell her fabulous smell. He knew it would be
fabulous, and he was not disappointed. He felt a twitch from his cock, as
it cried for release. God, the girl smelled wonderful. The girl was
wonderful. Whatever happens after this, he thought, it'll be worth it. For
some reason he implicitly trusted her, he knew that a child this brutally
open and honest couldn't be setting him up.

He felt for the tiny bud of her hard little clit, and concentrated on it.
He could die happy, if he made this girl cum, he thought. To taste her...
he didn't dare hope for that. For now, he'd just be happy to give her a
nice orgasm, to give her something back for the gifts she had given him.

Raven, in her special way, the way that she'd gotten so good at, came like
crazy. Juice oozed from her sweet cunt, and his fingers that weren't on her
clit smeared and slid around in it. He dared to put his little finger
inside her sweet cunt, feeling the solidness of her maidenhead, not daring
to tear it. He whipped her clit faster and harder, and she exploded, her
legs trembling and shaking, her breath ragged. Her feet, imprisoned in
shoes, still arched and curled. He was proud of himself, for how well she
came. He was surprised, she just seemed to go on and on. He promised
himself to try extra hard for his wife, next time... maybe she'd stop
bitching if he could give her a twenty second orgasm... but he knew what
he'd be thinking of, when he did it. He knew what he'd be thinking of for
the rest of his life, what his new standard of sexiness was.

Raven calmed down, and turned her head, smiling at him. "Thank you," she
said softly, and he nodded. "Glad to do it for you, darlin'," he said and
they both giggled.

"Mr. Norman," she said, sliding out of his lap. With regret he felt his
hand slide out of her crotch. He plastered that hand beneath his nose, once
again drinking in her wonderful smells.

She motioned for him to scoot his chair over in front of his desk. She
lifted herself up onto his desk, and sat, once again spreading her legs and
lifting her skirt out of the way. With joy he realized what was about to
happen.

"My girlfriend Cynthia likes to lick my... my mouse," she said. "Do you
maybe wanna do that a little?"

He smiled at her calling it a mouse. He hadn't heard that one before. And
he was powerfully turned on to think of Cynthia, shy pretty little Cynthia
eating this girl's sweet cunt. He placed his hands on her upper thighs, and
leaned into her, drawing a heavy breath in through his nose. She smelled
wonderful. Little girls smell sexier than big girls, he thought. She felt
his hair tickle her stomach, and then she felt his tongue, on her favorite
spot. She relaxed and leaned back, and let him do his thing.

He could never remember being happier. He knew he was spoiled, now, for
life. Nothing would ever be this good, again... unless he could do this,
again. He didn't dare hope. Still, they had almost the whole year ahead of
them... surely... if she enjoyed this as much as she'd seemed, so far...

He drew a deep sniff again, inhaling her wonderful odor. Oh, he thought, if
this moment could just go on forever. He knew the longer they went, the
more they pushed the line. The janitors would be in the building, within
the hour. And they had keys.

The second time she came that afternoon was good, and the third even
better. She felt her legs almost cramp, she came so hard. He was good, his
tongue was stiffer and stronger than Cynthia's... and he had a good
style... he'd obviously done it a few times before. She finally sat up, and
hugged his head to her body.

"Mr. Norman..." she said, "I know we gotta stop... but would you do one
thing for me?"

"Darling, anything," he said, and fervently meant it. He loved her more now
that he could comprehend, he knew she was burned into his brain forever. He
had one percent of his love left, for his wife and the rest of the world.
Ninety nine percent of it... was going right to her, to this wonderful
little girl who'd made his life worthwhile once again.

"I never... I never seen one, for real. Could I see yours?" she asked,
almost shyly, considering the things she'd done so far. He laughed.

"Of course," he said, not even worrying about the ramifications of such an
act. He no longer cared. Her slightest wish was his command. He stood back
from her, unzipped his slacks, and at last his rock-hard cramped cock knew
release.

"Oh, Mr. Norman!" she breathed, staring. He had a nice one, he was no John
Holmes, not that she had the slightest idea who John Holmes was, but he had
a nice one. Maybe seven inches in length, circumcised, and well formed. She
took it in visually, and finally reached out hesitantly, and took it in
hand. He stepped forward, looking down, turned on beyond all reason as the
sexy young girl handled his cock.

She giggled, and drew strings of pre-cum out until they snapped. He was
flowing heavy, today. She jacked him slightly, and he felt a twitch. He
knew he was close.

"Baby..." he said, "do you want to see how a man does it? How a man cums?"

She nodded, gazing at him, her eyes shining and her whole face smiling.

"Stand beside me, out of the way," he said. "Just do what you were doing,
jack it a little. It won't take long."

She stood beside him, and gave him a hand job that a Japanese massuese
would be envious of. Within seconds his whole body jerked, and he squirted
a giant glob of semen onto the floor. She giggled and kept jerking, and he
squirted again and again, his prostate almost in pain, he came so hard.

"Baby," he breathed, "that was intense. Thank you, darling, thank you..."

She turned to him, letting go of his cock, and hugged him carefully.

"Mr. Norm," she said, her eyes still smiling, "could I... could I taste it?"

She'd seen dozens of jpg's, the other night, of girls giving blow jobs. She
almost regretted not thinking of it sooner. She remember one girl with a
mouthful of milky whiteness, and remembered that she'd wondered what it
tasted like.

"Of course, darling," he said, realizing his cock was still almost hard. It
had barely gone down any, he was still so turned on. This girl brought out
the best in him. She leaned down, and he felt her breath on his cock as she
looked at it from inches away. At least she leaned in and he felt her hot
mouth surround him. She sucked him in, running his cock almost to the base,
and then back out. She did it a few more times, making him wonder at the
extent of her experience. But... she'd said she'd never even seen one
before... probably that goddam internet.

She didn't suck him for long, just long enough to get a feel for it, and
long enough to taste his bitter sperm in her mouth. I'll do a little more
of this next time, she thought. Without giving the matter much thought she
accepted that there would be a next time. I'll do this first, next time,
she promised herself. She finally let him drop, and stood. They closed
again, and he hugged her, almost crushing her against his body. He wanted
to hold her for the rest of his life. With reluctance he finally released
her.

She giggled, staring at his half-hard cock. He smiled and waggled it at
her, then put it away. It was over, he thought sadly. It never lasts near
long enough.

"See you tomorrow," she whispered, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
He smiled, and watched the insanely sexy bounce of her little ass as she
left the room. He sighed heavily, shook his head and looked for his
briefcase.


                              --==+==--


Cynthia had walked home with her that night, and they barricaded themselves
in Raven's room. Raven recounted her adventures of that afternoon, among
much giggling and shrieks of laughter.

"Cynth..." Raven said, her eyes smiling. "Next time... next time you gotta
get in on that shit. Come to his room, when school's out. I won't start
'til you get there, promise."

"I dunno..." said Cynthia shyly. "I mean... he's a guy and all... I dunno
if I'd be brave enough..."

"Oh, you're brave enough with me. It's no different," said Raven, laughing.
She'd surprise Mr. Norman, next time. She'd really show him a good time,
with Cynthia there.


                              --==+==--


Raven lay in bed, her mind churning. What next, she thought. Mr. Norman...
she planned on that happening, again. And Cynthia, every chance she got.
But she wanted more. What could she try, next?

She wondered why she hadn't thought of it, before now. Mr. Murphy. Of
course. The one guy in town that already had a reputation... for liking
little girls. Mr. Murphy ran a little store downtown, both a curio store,
and a candy store. All the kids made fun of him for being a pervert... she
knew that word, long before she actually knew what it meant. She didn't
know if he really was or not... she'd asked her Mom once, if he was a bad
man, and her mom had just laughed and said that people made a big deal out
of anything, whatever that meant. Raven knew, though... she knew he liked
girls... his eyes never left her, on those occasions when she'd been in his
shop. He stared at her, and whoever she had been with... probably Cynthia.
She just had a feeling about him. She'd give him a chance, maybe... he was
an old fart, like her brother had once said, but so what... old farts could
still lick. She'd see if he was brave enough.

The next afternoon, Raven told her mom she was going to see Cynthia. Be
careful, her mother said, and if it's close to dark call me and I'll come
get you. Raven let herself out of the house, and walked the few blocks to
downtown. She walked along the sidewalk, and finally stood before Mr.
Murphy's store. She looked in the window, and he looked out at her. No one
was in the store. Good, she thought. She let herself in, hearing the bell
on the door chime.

"Good evening, darling," he said. Good start, she thought.

"Hello, Mr. Murphy," she said. "Just stopped in to say hi."

"I'm not sure I remember your name..." he said. "Are you Reavah?"

She laughed. "Close," she said. "Raven."

"Ah yes, Raven," he said. "Raven, my dear, pick something out and I'll give
you a sample." He indicated the jars of candy, peppermint sticks and other
assorted goodies behind the glass. She eyed the goodies critically, and
finally chose a peppermint stick. He handed it to her with his tongs, and
she accepted it graciously.

How can I start this? she thought. She hadn't really dressed for the
occasion, she was still wearing her school uniform, though she knew by now
that most guys thought she looked cute in it. She'd taken her panties off
before she'd left the house. She loved the feeling of walking about
pantyless, and was doing it more and more often. Once again, she wondered
how to make something happen.

On impulse she stuck the whole stick of peppermint in her mouth, and drew
it straight back out, slowly. She plunged it in again, well aware of his
gaze, and slowly pulled it out, sucking until her cheeks puckered in. He
just stared at her. She opened her mouth and licked the end of the stick,
running her tongue around it. Then she sucked it back in again. She heard
an audible groan from Mr. Murphy, and giggled to herself.

"You are really..." he said slowly, "you really seem to be enjoying that."

She looked him square in the eyes, like she had looked at Mr. Norman. Her
gaze was unwavering and commanded attention. He couldn't look away.

"It's not my first," she said, remembering the feel and taste of Mr. Norman
in her mouth.

Mr. Murphy almost visibly recoiled at that. He looked around like he was
unsure if other people were in hearing range. Then he looked back at her.
She was still running the peppermint stick in and out of her mouth, sucking
her cheeks in as she did. He just stared at her, and, like Mr. Norman, he
licked his lips.

"Little darlin'," he finally said. "You have made my day. Thank you for
comin' in today."

She laughed. She had an idea, a perfectly wonderful nasty idea.

"Mr. Murphy," she said. "Can I go back there?" She indicated the doorway
behind him. She had no idea what lay in the back of the shop, she'd never
been back there. But she knew it was a little more private than the main
room of the store.

He gulped, and nodded. She could see panic and lust warring in his eyes,
though she couldn't identify them as such. She walked around the counter.
The room behind the storefront was shielded from view with a piece of cloth
hanging down in the doorway, and she swept it aside and went through. The
back room appeared to be a storeroom, and also contained a desk messy with
papers.

"Girl..." he finally said, his voice low and husky. She looked back. He had
followed. Lust had won. She raised an eyebrow at him. She had realized, by
then, the completeness of her power over him. Over any male, in fact. She
knew that almost nothing was beyond her power, at this time. The power that
simply doing the crazy things her brain thought up gave her.

"Girl," he said quietly, "you're not gonna get me in trouble, are you?"

She smiled. "I'm not gettin' nobody in trouble," she said. "I just wanna
make people happy."

She went and stood before the desk. She looked at him again. He held his
hands over his crotch, and she knew what he was hiding. She was starting to
see those lumps pretty regularly, now that she understood how the game was
played.

"Mr. Murphy," she said, "I'm gonna give you somethin', if you want it."

She took the peppermint out of her mouth, and turned. She lifted her skirt
over her butt, and heard him suck in a convulsive breath of air at the
sight of her naked flesh. She knew her bottom looked cute, she looked at it
in the mirror in the bathroom often enough. She leaned over the desk,
resting on her chest in the middle of the pile of papers. She heard a foot
scrape on the floor, as he took a few hesitant steps closer. She reached
back with the peppermint stick, and felt it touch the center of her
asshole. Perfect aim, she thought. She pressed it into her body slowly, her
saliva providing lubrication. It slid into her easily, and satisfied some
primal urge she never knew she'd had. Raven hadn't played with her butt a
lot, she'd stuck her finger in it a few times, and also the smooth rounded
head of an ink pen. Even she was unsure why she did it, today. She somehow
knew, instinctively, how much it would turn the old geezer on. He watched
her hypnotically, his hands kneading the lump in his pants.

She pushed the peppermint stick in her ass until her fingertips touched,
and drew it out. Then in again, and out. In and out, in and out. At last
she withdrew it completely from her puckered orifice, and held it out to
him. He stepped forward a step and took it from her hand. With an eager,
almost hungry look in his eyes he slurped it into his mouth.

Mr. Murphy was, as the rumors indicated, a pervert. An old school pervert.
He loved little girls, he loved little girls and he especially loved little
girl's asses. He was very careful, and had managed to stay out of trouble
for the last twenty years. This one couldn't have gotten under his skin any
quicker or more completely. This one had won the battle with one shot. He
was careful, like I said, but this one hadn't really given him a chance to
be careful or not.

Mr. Murphy almost jumped out of his skin when the bell on the front door of
his shop rang. His heart almost stopped. He hastily re-arranged things in
his pants.

"Don't move, darling, please don't move! Whatever you do, don't come out
front!" he whispered urgently, and disappeared through the doorway, the
peppermint stick still in his mouth. Raven laughed softly to herself, and
relaxed. She didn't move a muscle. In a few minutes he was back, after
sending the customer on his way, locking the front door and flipping the
"Back in 15" sign.

"Darling, oh little darling," he breathed, approaching his goddess. He
knelt before the desk, and plastered his face into her hard, tight little
rump without asking. She laughed again as he licked her anus. It didn't
feel as good as her clitty bump in front did, but it felt good. That he
loved her enough to lick her where her poop came from? That was powerful
magic, to her. She decided she liked it. She started wondering what
Cynthia's bottom might taste like. Maybe she'd try that... and hey,
tomorrow night was Friday night... she just might have Cynthia over.

Raven was content to lay there, as Mr. Murphy made love to her asshole with
his lips and tongue. He had long since freed his cock, and was slowly
jacking it. He licked her asshole, and gently bit her buttocks. He pushed
his tongue past her sphincter, feeling her fantastic tightness. It was
almost too tight, but he had a hard tongue. He was never turned on so much
in his whole life. This was way better than... than that other girl. This
one was his favorite. That other girl had been worth a few years in the
pen... but this one... he'd spend the rest of his life for this one, if he
had to.

He didn't have to. Raven had no ulterior motives, she was just being Raven.
She was just doing what she did best. She loved the feeling of his tongue
on her ass. She reached back, and spread her butt cheeks a little further
apart.

"Darling," he finally said, raising up from her. She turned her head.

"Just the cap, darling," he begged, trying not to whine. But he almost
couldn't stand it.

"What?" she asked, not understanding.

"Let me put it in, just the end, just the cap," he said, indicating
something below her line of site. She correctly guessed it was his cock.
She turned slightly, finally getting a glimpse of it.

Raven had seen her share of porn, on her Dad's computer, and at Cynthia's.
She knew what fucking was. She'd never actually seen butt fucking, well
she'd probably seen it but not recognized it for that. The concept of butt
fucking was really no more strange to her than regular pussy fucking,
though. She was, of course, a butt virgin, as she was a pussy virgin. She
held no real attachment to either of those virginities, though. She didn't
really care.

"I guess..." she said, nodding. She'd let him try. Honestly, the concept of
butt fucking was so unknown to her she wasn't aware that it was rumored,
probably rightly so, to hurt like hell. She didn't know that, either. Had
she known that, she might have said no.

"Oh, thank you, thank you..." Mr. Murphy gushed. "I'll be careful... thank
you, darlin'..."

She felt something warm and wet touch her little puckered asshole, she
didn't realize it but he'd spit in the center of it. Then she felt
something else touch her back there, and subconsciously her anus puckered
up tightly.

"Try to relax, darlin'," Mr. Murphy said, feeling her asshole tighten up on
the cap of his cock. She squinched her eyes shut, and tried her hardest to
relax. He pressed, slowly and carefully, into her body. She felt a twinge
of pain, and then a stab. She made a little peep, and he instantly stopped.

"It's... it's okay..." she finally said. It had stopped hurting. He gently
pressed a little deeper, and stopped. To his credit, he'd barely put half
his dick in her ass. And luckily, he certainly was no John Holmes.

"How does that feel, baby..." he asked.

"I guess... okay..." she said. It did feel good, she felt full of him. With
amusement she realized it felt like she needed to poop. Her starfish did
sting a little, but not enough to make her regret what she'd done. She felt
a little more adult, doing adult things. She felt a little proud of
herself. And wait 'til I tell Cynthia, she thought.

"I'm going to pump on you a little, darlin'," Mr. Murphy said, and she
nodded. He gently pulled out most of the way, and then pressed back in. He
knew it wouldn't take long, and it didn't. In, out, in, out... suddenly his
prostate exploded and he squirted five or six giant squirts into her
virgin-no-more ass. He sighed with pleasure and release. He knew, like Mr.
Norman, that his life would never be the same again.

Raven was content to lay there, and feel him inside her body. She wondered
what it would feel like, in her other hole. If it would feel way better.
She actually kind of hoped it would... and her clit was in front, it almost
had to be better. Well, she was just a kid, maybe all this didn't really
occur to her... she just hoped it'd be better.

Mr. Murphy finally pulled his de-tumescing prick from her body. He leaned
down and kissed her sweet asshole goodbye. He didn't dare to even think
that this would happen again. No one could be so lucky.

Raven finally stood, and stared at his now-soft cock. It looked tiny to
her, after seeing Mr. Norman's, in all it's glory. And she'd never seen Mr.
Norman's get soft.

"Darling," Mr. Murphy said, sweeping her beautiful hair out of her eyes for
her. "Darling, you have given me something very precious, and I'll love you
forever for it. Please stop by any time, and have your pick of candy. Just
stop by to say hi, if nothing else."

She giggled, and hugged him. Yeah, she'd stop by. Who knows what might
happen, but she'd stop by. And a lifetime supply of free candy didn't sound
bad, either.


                              --==+==--


Cynthia giggled like crazy, as Raven told her about Mr. Murphy taking her
in his little bathroom and making her squirt his jism out her bottom. And
how he wiped the sticky stuff off her ass like she was a little girl. They
both had hysterics, laying in each other's arms in Raven's bed.

"You are the shit, girl," said Cynthia, admiringly. Raven laughed. They had
the whole night before them. She felt like doing something new, and nasty.
She remembered the feeling of Mr. Murphy's tongue on her asshole. Maybe
Cynthia would like to try something new, she thought. She wondered what the
girl tasted like, back there. There were still new things for them to try.
We got plenty of time, she thought. Plenty of time.


                              --==+==--


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