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EXTRA CREDIT (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)

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"Uh, Mister Johnson, can I bother you for a minute?" Kimmee stood in the
Algebra teacher's office doorway, slightly blushing, politely remaining
partly
in the hall. At twelve years old, Kimmee was an attractive girl,
standing about
five feet tall, weighing about eighty pounds, blessed with long blond
hair that
was now pulled into a ponytail after her gym class. "Sure, Kimmee, come
on in,
and close the door behind you, please," Mr. Johnson said with concern and a
smile.

Mr. Johnson's office was small--a cubicle actually--and he now found
himself unusually close to Kimmee, one of his Beginning Algebra students.
Sitting in his office chair, Kimmee stood in front of him, and he
unexpectedly
felt his heart flutter at the sight. The pug nose with a few scattered
freckles, the big, shining, blue eyes, the long ponytail, the ivory
teeth, the
full, smiling lips certainly exuded youth and vitality; but as Mr. Johnson's
eyes moved from little Kimmee's face to her body, the overwhelming
vision was
one of blossoming sexuality. Her white, V-necked top was cropped at the
mid-driff where a flat, tan tummy was hugged by black spandex exercise
shorts.
The shorts appeared to be painted on. Mr. Johnson thought, "now how does
someone
fit into something as tight as those shorts?" The shorts highlighted her
girlish
figure and perfectly outlined the lips of her little pussy. His thoughts
racing,
Mr. Johnson wondered, "could she possibly know how revealing !
and eye-catching she is in this garb?" Given the friendly, innocent
expression
on Kimmee's face, Mr. Johnson felt sure that Kimmee was now in that sweet,
charming, and oh-so-brief period where she is the star of many boys' and
men's
fantasies, but doesn't yet know it.

The shorts stretched just a few inches down her slender, muscular legs,
still tanned from the summer. Kimmee's white Nike gym shoes and white socks
completed the picture of a pretty little girl, fresh out of gym class.
Restraining himself from staring, Mr. Johnson looked at the girl and
asked, "how
can I help you?"

Moving another foot closer to the teacher, Mr. Johnson caught a whiff of
lotion and bubblegum and saw a little black freckle next to Kimmee's belly
button. "Well, Mister Johnson, I, well, as you know, I am not doing well
in your
class. I just have a hard time with Math! I try, but I just can't get it!
You're a good teacher and everything, but it's like I just can't, like,
understand the problems!" "Well, Kimmee, I'm glad you brought it up.
Your exam
was a disappointment. Those problems were basic ones. You should know those
basics by now, and quite frankly, I don't see how you could pass the
course at
this point. You might want to think about summer school next year."

Kimmee looked frightened, surprised, and blurted, "oh my God, no, I can't
go to summer school. My parents have vacation plans and I have
babysitting jobs
for some money, and I just can't..." Mr. Johnson interrupted: "Look
Kimmee, if
you want to learn Algebra and pass this class, I suggest you simply
re-arrange
your plans and put Algebra on your list for next summer." Mr. Johnson
tried to
sound authoritative. He suspected the girl was pleading for sympathy, but he
wasn't going to be swayed by a smile and a ponytail. But as he said
these words,
Mr. Johnson couldn't help but let his eyes drift south from Kimmee's darling
face to that amazing mid-section where the shorts' elastic hugged her waist,
staring at her tummy with that cute freckle, staring at her pussy lips
protruding in black spandex. He had to quickly catch his breath, as his
heart
skipped again, and his cock stirred in his khaki pants. Mr. Johnson
thought to
himself, "I'm glad my pants aren't as tight as her!
s," mildly ashamed at his arousal and hoping she hadn't noticed.

Taking a few steps closer to Mr. Johnson, Kimmee was now within a few
inches of him. A couple tears appeared in her eyes as she whimpered, "oh
Mister
Johnson, I'd do ANYthing to pass Algebra without having to go to summer
school.
Isn't there any extra-credit I could do? I mean, if you gave me some
extra-credit, I wouldn't tell anyone, not even Britni, my best friend.
Pleeeease?"

Mr. Johnson felt like an ice cube melting in the sun. Just a few minutes
before, he had been quietly grading exams, and now he had a pretty
twelve year
old girl in tight shorts, smelling so lovely, looking so cute, standing so
close, and wanting his attention. Mr. Johnson shifted in his swivel
chair as his
cock grew to its full length. His mouth grew dry, his palms grew moist,
and his
authoritative demeanor began to collapse like a deck of cards.
Fascinated--mesmerized actually--by Kimmee's physique, Mr. Johnson startled
himself by speaking so honestly, yet unexpectedly and
uncharacteristically, in a
low volume, as if he was a shy schoolboy instead of a middle-aged man:
"I could
give you a couple extra points if you just turn around for me right
now." Kimmee
looked confused: "Turn around, like whattya mean?" "I mean, turn
around." And
then the words came tumbling out: "Kimmee, you don't even know how
perfect you
look. These shorts are amazing, you are an angel, and I, u!
h, want to drink it all in. Turn around, please...I want to see if, well, if
your ass is as perfect as the rest of you."

Kimmee swayed for a moment. With a fleeting blush, a momentary loss of eye
contact, her lips parted in an "O" of surprise, Kimmee was taken aback.
She had
never heard such words before. Oh sure, some guy had whistled at her
once, and
on a school field trip a boy behind her had pinched her butt, but to
have her
Algebra teacher call her an angel, Kimmee was stunned. "Uh, you mean,
like, if
I turn around so you, like, can see my ass, then, like, you'll give me
two extra
points on the exam?" "Exactly," replied Mr. Johnson, trying to summon some
vestige of authority. Kimmee paused for two seconds and for those two
seconds
Mr. Johnson thought that Kimmee might back toward the door, run down the
hall,
out of the building, to her little girl bedroom where on the phone
Kimmee would
inform all of the Britnis, Ashleighs, and Kailyns of the neighborhood
that, "oh
my God, Mr. Johnson called me an angel, wanted to see my ass, and had a big
hard-on in his pants." As he was about to a!
pologize, change it into a joke, try to take back the request, Mr. Johnson's
mouth formed the "O" of surprise as Kimmee said, "well, OK." And she turned
around.

Are there words to describe the beauty of the small, tight, firm perfection
of a young girl's ass? Three inches from Mr. Johnson's face was a work
of art
more dazzling than any European masterpiece painting: cloaked in tight,
black
spandex, Kimmee's ass reduced Mr. Johnson to silence and wonder. Kimmee
turned
her head to the side and whispered, "If I let you touch it and stuff,
would you
give me another two points extra credit?" "God, yes," Mr. Johnson murmured,
placing his hands on her ass cheeks, massaging and rubbing and feeling, in a
state of disbelief and ecstasy. To his surprise, Mr. Johnson could hear
Kimmee
sighing, and then she whispered, "that, that, feels kinda weird but
kinda good."
Mr. Johnson, encouraged by Kimmee's response, tentatively moved his
index finger
between her legs, gently rubbing those spandex-encased pussy lips. The
warmth
and the slight moisture he found there made Mr. Johnson say to himself, "the
little slut is liking this!" With this pros!
pect in mind, Mr. Johnson said, while probing the girl's pussy and
stroking her
ass, "You know, Kimmee, even with a few extra points, you'll still fail the
course. Would you like some more extra-credit?" Kimmee asked, "do you
think I'd
be able to do it? Would it be hard?" Mr. Johnson chuckled to himself,
and said,
"oh, it'll be hard, but I am sure you can do it." "Well," she sighed, on the
edge of saying no, "uh, OK."

With this green light, with the cute 7th grader obviously aroused, having
gone too far already, Mr. Johnson found his confidence and his authority
once
again. Removing his finger from her slit, the teacher used his hands to turn
Kimmee around again. Then, he stood up. At five-ten, he was quite taller
than
the little girl. She looked up at him with uncertainty, but also with a
slight
smile. "OK Kimmee, here's the deal. And it's a good deal for you. I am
going to
give you enough extra credit points to pull that 'F' to a 'B'and you
might even
like it. But you're going to have follow my directions, do what I say,
and not
say a word to anyone." "Not even Britni?" "Not even Britni, not even
your diary,
not even your teddy bear! If you want a 'B' and don't want summer
school, then
yes is your only answer." "OK, yes," Kimmee quickly replied. Mr. Johnson
smiled
and Kimmee smiled back.

"Kimmee, please pull down those shorts. Do you know how amazing they are?"
Kimmee placed her thumbs and began peeling off the shorts and said, "they're
amazing, really?" gaining confidence with every second. With the small
spandex
exercise shorts pulled down to her ankles, Mr. Johnson gasped at the
sight. "No
underwear, Kimmee?" "No Mister Johnson, they get, like, caught up my
pussy and
my, uh, ass, and I, uh, like how no underwear feels." Mr. Johnson was
slightly
disappointed, anticipating the sight of small bikini briefs with hearts or
cartoon characters on them; but that disappointment was replaced by delight
because in front of him was the perfect, slightly moist, very soft pussy
lips of
a gorgeous cutie pie. "Kick the shorts off, leave the shoes and socks
on." "Do
you want me to take off my shirt?" Mr. Johnson hesitated. Yes, he wanted to
enjoy every inch of this beautiful pre-teen, but at the same time, he could
stand the scene no longer. His dick was throbbi!
ng and leaking pre-cum while Kimmee stood before him willing and curious.
"Kimmee, I think sometime later that would be OK. I think sometime later
there
are some things you could do to earn extra-credit for the next few
years, but
right now, I've had enough of this teasing, enough of this game. It's
time for
you to boost your grade and it's time for me to show you something."

Mr. Johnson unbuckled, unzipped, pulled down the khakis, pulled down his
briefs, liberating his cock which bolted long and vertical, a missile
pointed
into the air. Kimmee stared in disbelief, her eyes as big as silver
dollars. "Oh
my God," she gasped, "I didn't know boys' things were so big." "So, I can
assume you've never been fucked before," Mr. Johnson inquired. The word
"fuck"
sounded abrasive to Kimmee, one of those naughty words she had been told
never
to say. But here she was in her teacher's office, looking at his cock, her
shorts in a pile on the floor, her pussy leaking in a way she never felt
before,
and she answered the direct statement with a direct, "no."

"OK, well, because it might hurt a little bit, how about an 'A' for the
course?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Oh wow, an 'A?!'" Kimmee was delighted.
With an "A"
in Algebra, her school average would be high enough that her mom would
buy her
the little mini-skirt she had seen at the mall...a skirt she now
realized would
be quite pleasing to Mr. Johnson! "Yes!" she screamed. "We're going to
have to
be a little quiet, Kimmee," said Mr. Johnson, fearing that someone
walking by in
the hall could possibly hear this encounter.

Mr. Johnson had too many visions dancing through his head. He'd like to
turn this scene into an all-nighter in some motel, a marathon of instructing
little Kimmee in the fine arts of teasing and pleasing, sucking and
fucking, but
now was not the time and his office was not the place for such a
marathon. No,
he had to act quickly. Kimmee might have her mom waiting for her in a
mini-van
in front of the school. It was getting late in the afternoon. This
moment could
not be extended. Mr. Johnson knew he had to act now.

He sat down, with his khakis bunched up around his feet on the floor. "Come
here, my little angel." Kimmee stepped forward. "Kimmee, place your legs
on the
outside of my legs." Stretching those toned and tanned athletic legs
over Mr.
Johnson's like straddling a saddle was no problem for little Kimmee.
Both Kimmee
and Mr. Johnson looked down to see Mr. Johnson's cock pointed straight up, a
mere inch from the widened, moist lips of Kimmee's virgin pussy.
"Kimmee, lower
yourself inch by inch...I think you might like it." "I don't know," the girl
stammered in reluctance. "It's so big and I never..." Mr. Johnson
interrupted,
on the edge of frustration, his cock about to erupt. "Do you want an "A" or
not?" Flashing on the prospect of summer school, and wondering if maybe Mr.
Johnson's cock would feel good, Kimmee began to lower herself, the
purple head
of his cock glistening and straining toward her pussy.

Kimmee's cunt touched the tip of Mr. Johnson's dick, causing electric
sensations that made Mr. Johnson shiver which Kimmee thought was "pretty
neat."
As his cock pushed her little pussy lips aside, Mr. Johnson could feel
it being
enveloped by the warmest, wettest, tightest grip he had ever experienced. He
looked up at Kimmee who was biting her lip, unsure if she should
proceed. Kimmee
looked down at Mr. Johnson and asked "Am I doing it OK?" "Oh yes, you're
doing
it perfectly," was all Mr. Johnson could mutter. With Mr. Johnson's dick
probing
and tickling her pussy, and with Mr. Johnson obviously now like a piece
of putty
in her hands, Kimmee felt emboldened enough to say: "Well, let's do it!" And
with those four words, the little virgin pressed down hard, like a
little pro,
pushing Mr. Johnson's cock through her hymen with an "oh my god," the next
minute a complete, dreamlike blur to both of them. Kimmee moaned in pain at
first, then with delight unknown to her, bouncin!
g up and down on Mr. Johnson's cock. Mr. Johnson looked down to see his
shaft
plunging in and out of Kimmee's stretched, wet, hairless pussy, with a
little
blood and a river of lubrication running down his cock, squish, squish,
squish.
Kimmee placed her hands firmly on Mr. Johnson's shoulders, bouncing harder,
trying to stifle her squeals of pleasure as her pussy began contracting in
orgasm. "How could it even get tighter" the algebra teacher wondered as
those
contractions squeezed his cock, snapping from tight to tighter, tight to
tighter, like it was built to milk his cock for every drop. Faster and
faster,
like a jackhammer, Kimmee bounced up and down, up and down, her
gymnastics class
serving her well. Her ponytail swung back and forth wildly, her little
nipples
pressed out from her t-shirt, and she could feel Mr. Johnson's fingernails
digging into both cheeks of her ass as she bounced up and down. With her
orgasm
sending her into heaven, with Mr. Johnson fighting hard!
not to cum yet, there was no talk between them for this minut!
e of pou
nding, the only sound being the squish, squish, squish of Mr. Johnson's cock
pumping her cunt in first time ecstasy.

Kimmee, still bouncing up and down, up and down, but more conscious now
that her first orgasm or organism, whatever they called it, had faded,
looked
down at Mr. Johnson and knew that he was about to lose control. Bouncing and
bouncing, curious and paying close attention, almost on the verge of
giggling,
Kimmee could feel Mr. Johnson's cock pulse inside her, as he dug his
fingernails
deeper into her ass cheeks, as he lifted his own ass out of the chair, and
gurgled a long "AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH," with jet after jet of cum filling her
little cunt. The cum was soaking her inner upper thighs, running down Mr.
Johnson's cock and soaking his thighs as well, sticky, wet, weird! The words
tumbling through Kimmee's head were "cool, yucky, and oh my god, I can't
wait to
tell Britni!"

Kimmee was happily bouncing on Mr. Johnson's cock, warmed by her own
orgasm, thrilled by the little mess they made, thinking about her "A" in
Algebra, when suddenly Mr. Johnson stopped the bouncing. "Hey, little
girl, I'm
done! Mercy!" "Done what" she asked slyly. "I am done cumming in your
cunt, you
little jackhammer!" "So what does that mean?" she asked with some
disappointment. "It means, young lady, that I don't have a drop left,
and as you
might be noticing, it's slipping out of that lovely little pussy of yours."
Despite the intimacy of the scene, Kimmee blushed to hear her pussy called
lovely by her math teacher. As Kimmee stood up, Mr. Johnson's cock slid
from her
cunt with a final squish and Kimmee just said, "ew, yucky!"

Kimmee backed off, Mr. Johnson taking in the sight of her stretched pussy,
the cum and the juice and the blood trickling down her long legs. "You might
want to dry off before putting those shorts back on," Mr. Johnson advised.
Taking a couple tissues from the Kleenex box on his desk, Kimmee wiped
the mess
from her legs, looking at Mr. Johnson with an embarassed but pleased little
grin, tossing the tissues into the trashcan by the door. "Well, uh, I
guess I
better go, Mr. Johnson. My mom is waiting and I have math homework to do. Oh
wait, that's right, NO math homework!" Mr. Johnson and Kimmee giggled
conspiratorily. "That's right, Kimmee, no math homework...no math
homework for a
long time, if you so desire." "That sounds good, Mr. Johnson, REALLY good."

As Kimmee bent down, picked up her spandex shorts, and began wiggling into
them, Mr. Johnson said with seriousness. "Kimmee, you have no idea how
perfect
you are. Your smile, your face, that cute freckle by your belly button,
those
couple little hairs on the edge of your pussy...and those shorts...they
started
it all, young lady!" Kimmee blushed a little, continuing to put on her
shorts,
once again encasing her ass and pussy lips in black spandex. "Kimmee,
tell me
what you're thinking." Kimmee paused, looked at Mr. Johnson's relieved cock
glistening with her juices and his cum, sighed at the pleasant thought
of her
first orgasm, not even having a word for it. Looking Mr. Johnson in the
eyes,
Kimmee said, "Mr. Johnson, I really liked, really liked, uh, fucking you. I
didn't think your, uh, cock, would, like, fit, but it did, and like,
wow, it was
so neat. I hope we can fuck some more. And I hope I can, uh, like, suck your
cock sometime too because Britni said that cou!
ld be cool. I mean, if your cock fits in my, like, pussy, it should,
like, fit
in my mouth, right?" "I think that can be arranged, Kimmee. Maybe the next
time. I think you could use some extra-credit tomorrow." "That would be
cool.
And I think your cock is really cute. And I guess I should call you by your
first name, maybe? What is it?" "Rod!" They both giggled again.

And then, the sound of Kimmee's mom's voice echoed in the hallway:
"Kimmmeeee, are you here?" Kimmee quickly gave Mr. Johnson a light kiss
on the
cheek, whispered "tomorrow," and began to leave the office. "I love you,
Kimmee," whispered Mr. Johnson. "Silly goose," Kimmee whispered back.
And out
the door she ran, calling "here I am Mommy, I was just doing some work
with Mr.
Johnson!"

Mr. Johnson sat in his chair, wiping up the glistening mess, catching his
breath, smiling to himself, thinking, "yes, extra-credit for Kimmee is
going to
work out well."

"Kimmee Drake, where have you been?! You are twenty minutes late!"
Kimmee's mom
scolded.

As Kimmee climbed into her mom's mini-van, she pleaded, "I'm so sorry,
mommy,
but Mister Johnson..."
"Your Math teacher?"
"Yeah, he had some hard extra-credit for me and I was able to do it
pretty good
and guess what?!"
"What?"
"I'm getting an 'A' in Algebra! And if I keep up with the extra-credit,
I could
get an 'A' next quarter too!"
"Oh Kimmee, I am so proud of you! I knew you had it in you!"
Kimmee thought to herself, "I had it in me alright" and almost giggled.

Mrs. Drake maneuvered the van through the traffic, making an unexpected
left turn.

"Where are we going, mommy" Kimmee inquired.
"Well," Mrs. Drake replied, "if you're getting an 'A' in Algebra, I
guess I owe
you that new skirt and maybe you can get that nice Mister Johnson a
present, so
we're going to the mall."
"Yippee," Kimmee exclaimed. "Mommy, you're the best!"

Mrs. Drake beamed with pride and drove silently with her thoughts revolving
around domestic concerns such as the bills and the laundry. But little
Kimmee's
thoughts were much more exciting. "Wow," Kimmee said to herself, "in the
past
hour, I've gone from an 'F' to an 'A' in math. Mister Johnson said I had
a nice
ass and I got to see his cock. And, oh my god, that big old thing fit
into my
pussy and only hurt for a minute. Mister Johnson certainly had a funny
look on
his face when he squirted his gunk into me. Jees, he, like called me an
angel!
And now I'm going to the mall and I'm gonna get a new skirt and tomorrow I'm
gonna see Mister Johnson again. Britni is going to be, like, so totally
jealous!" Kimmee squirmed a little bit in her seat as a couple more drops of
Mister Johnson's cum oozed out of her pussy, making a little stain on her
shorts. "Ew, gross, but kinda neat," Kimmee thought.

In the mall parking lot, as Kimmee was climbing out of the van, a man in a
car slowed down to take a long, lingering look at Kimmee's lithe little
legs.
The man blew her a kiss and drove on quickly. "Wow," Kimmee thought, "these
shorts must really turn guys on." Tickled by her new-found power, Kimmee
hoisted
the shorts up higher, exposing the bottoms of her ass cheeks, much to the
delight of the male shoppers in the mall.

"Kimmee, here's some money. You go buy your skirt and a present for Mister
Johnson. I have some errands to run and I'll meet you at the van in a
half-hour."
"OK mommy," Kimmee joyfully said, pleased to have money in her hand,
shopping at
the mall like the big girls do.

At the store, Kimmee made a bee-line for the skirts on sale. Kimmee
picked an
extra-small white one, with a wide pink belt. In the dressing room, Kimmee
wiggled out of her spandex shorts and two things caught her attention.
First,
she could detect a whiff of Mister Johnson's "boy cream" coming from her
little
shorts; and second, in the mirror, she could see that her firm, little
ass was
streaked and scratched with red marks from where Mister Johnson clung so
fervently while popping her cherry.

"Cherry! I have an idea!" After making the sure that the skirt fit, barely
reaching her upper thighs, Kimmee went to the underwear department where she
found Mister Johnson's gift: a tiny thong with a cute little cherry
embroidered
on the patch of cotton that covered the crotch.
"Do you have these in extra, extra small?" Kimmee asked the sales clerk.

In the morning, Kimmee wiggled into her new thong, pulled on the tiny,
white skirt, affixed the big, pink belt, and squeezed into an impossibly
tight
tube top. With her blond, shoulder-length hair, a dab of make-up and
rouge, a
pair of knee-high socks adorned with pink hearts, and her white tennis
shoes,
Kimmee admired herself in the mirror. "I think I look good enough to
eat," the
preteen giggled.

Kimmee had six classes that day, four of them with male teachers. For fun,
the middle-schooler batted her long eye lashes at all of them in class and
slightly spread her legs, giving them a glance of her cherry thong.
After she
was sure the teachers had noticed, Kimmee directed her eye contact to their
cocks, almost giggling in victory to see that all of them had noticeably
stiffened. One teacher even buttoned his sport coat to hide his embarassing
bulge. After classes, skipping Math of course, Kimmee gently knocked on
Mister
Johnson's office door. Furtively, he opened it, quickly pulled Kimmee
in, and
passionately hugged this eighty pound dream.

"Oh God, Kimmee," Johnson panted, "I've been thinking of you constantly! My
little darling, my angel!"

Kimmee was swept into his arms, taken aback by his passion. Johnson sat
down in
his swivel chair and pleaded, "come stand here between my legs and let
me look
at you!"

Kimmee stood close to Johnson, her little knee pressing into his
hardening cock,
and whispered, "Rod Johnson, you like me a little bit, doncha!" "Oh God,
yes,"
Johnson whimpered as he held the little girl, stroking the backs of her
legs,
swirling his tongue around her belly button, caressing her impossibly
perfect
ass. "That tickles," Kimmee mock complained as she snuggled closer.

"My God, Kimmee, where did you get this skirt and how could your parents
let you
leave home looking like this?!"
"Silly goose, I can wear what I want. And take a look underneath!" Johnson
raised the hem of her skirt, as the middle schooler had challenged him and
thought he'd die of a heart attack as he feasted his eyes on the vision
of the
thong with the cherry, hugging her pussy lips in thin cotton. "Kimmee,
you have
no idea," the man muttered.

"Well, whattya gonna do, old man," the little girl teased.
"Kimmee, can I just have a few minutes enjoying your perfection?"
"OK, but don't take advantage, I'm only 12," she jokingly warned.

Johnson proceeded to squeeze and caress Kimmee's little ass and stroke
her firm,
slender legs, while staring intently at the tight little thong,
mesmerized by
the cherry and what lurked behind it.

"Do you like my top?" Kimmee asked, searching for approval.
"Oh sweetheart, how do you fit into something like that?"
"Like this," Kimmee answered, lifting the tube top to expose her chest,
thrusting it forward for Johnson's inspection.

"Oh, sweetie pie, how lovely," an intoxicated Johnson muttered as he gently
kissed Kimmee's two little mounds topped with small, light pink nipples.

"Are you disappointed that I don't have boobies yet?" Kimmee asked shyly.
"You have no idea how perfect you are right now at this moment, you
little cutie
pie!"

With her tube top pulled up, her little skirt pulled up, her cute smile
and long
blond hair before him in an angelic vision, Johnson continued to explore
every
inch of this living doll. Suddenly, he began to shiver a little and
gasped, "oh
my God, princesss, I'm coming in my pants." Kimmee stood in awe as the
teacher
apparently shot his "boy cream" in his slacks. Sure enough, a little puddle
stain started to appear around the bulge in his pants. "Oh Jesus God, holy
shit," Johnson whimpered in disbelief.

"Hey, no fair," the little girl protested. "Why can't I cum too!?" Johnson
abruptly stood up, trying to regain his composure, folding a sweater and
placing
it on the floor, laying down on his back, using the sweater as a pillow.
Looking
up at Kimmee, Johnson said, "OK darling, I want you to straddle, sit on, my
face."
"Ew, gross," the little girl replied, secretly thrilled.
"Hey, don't back off, honey. I have a real treat for you. Earn your 'A'
for next
quarter by squatting right here," Mister Johnson said, pointing to his
mouth.
Kimmee still balked at the request. "Come on," Johnson challenged, "are
you a
little girl or a big girl?" "A BIG girl," Kimmee declared. "Well,"
Johnson said,
"then do as the big girls do!"

After a two beat silence, the little girl stepped forward and squatted
down. The
blonde beauty squirmed tentatively as she felt Mister Johnson move her thong
aside, baring her pussy. She squirmed again as he parted her pussy lips
with two
fingers and gently blew upon her moistening cunt. She pressed her pussy onto
Mister Johnson's mouth, her little blossom of folds and sweet nectar fitting
Johnson like a custom-made mouthpiece.

Now, there are many marvels beneath a preteen's skirt--the whiff of perfumed
soap, a hint of honey with every taste, the warm, slender thighs on both
sides,
and Johnson thrilled to them all. But the biggest marvel was simply the tiny
scale of Kimmee's charms. The petite seventh grader's ass was so small that
Johnson could cup the whole thing with one hand, still being able to gently
wiggle a little bit of his pinky finger up Kimmee's virgin anus (not
only for
her stimulation, but for his grip just in case the little girl started
bucking
during his oral ministrations). Johnson's mouth fit over the entirety of the
adolescent's cunt with room to spare. With one flick of his tongue, Johnson
could quickly whisk from her anus to the folds of her pussy to the
button-like
little clit, all the while enjoying the moans and giggles of the little
girl as
she enjoyed his oral skills.

Once Kimmee was situated, Johnson turned his tongue wild and loose.
Kimmee felt
an intense warmth, a series of deep growing tremors, picking up speed
and power
as Johnson's tongue battered her clit, tickled her pussy lips, leaving
no area
un-explored, ranging furiously, relentless, ravenous, while his little pinky
probed the squirming girl's anus. Johnson had a tight grip on the girl's
ass,
controlling the rhythm of her thrusts, but decided to throw caution to
the wind,
letting the little girl buck wildly.

Kimmee recklessly bucked, mewing like a kitten in distress, "oh Mister
Johns...I, it feels so, don't stop, oh please, yes, yes, oh ahhhhhh." All
eighty pounds of the preteen pumped and rocked atop Mister Johnson in
orgasmic
fury until in a heap, sobbing and shaking, she fell from the man in
breathless
exhaustion.

Johnson looked at her little body laying next to him, reached under her
little
ass, and in one tug, removed the thong which was now soaked in her cum
juices.
"I want these," Johnson said in a tone of voice not to be questioned.

"They were a present for you anyway, silly goose," the seventh grader
said. "And
before you go to your silly faculty meeting, you should wipe your face
because
you look like a glazed do-nut," Kimmee chided him.

"Except," Johnson replied, "no glazed do-nut is as sweet as you, my
little sugar
cookie!"

Flushed, out of breath, so proud of her first oral sex adventure, Kimmee
smiled
in satisfaction and giggled as Mister Johnson left for his meeting,
wiping his
face with a tissue, closing the door behind him.

"I can't stand it," Kimmee whispered aloud. "I'm telling Britni tonight!"

That night in her room, among her Barbies and stuffed bears, Kimmee called
her best friend, Britni. "Hi girlfriend!" Kimmee greeted her
enthusiastically.
"Hey, girl, whassup with you?" Britni shot back.

Britni Hart was a few months younger than Kimmee, just shy of 12, still at
the age when one says "I'm 11 and a half" or "I'm 11 and
three-quarters," an age
when a few months really matter. Britni and Kimmee had giggled and chattered
many hours in the past about boys and toys and fashions and schoolyard
gossip. A
few times, Kimmee and Britni had whispered about sex--about how boys had
cocks
that got hard and squirted "boy cream" that made girls pregnant. But the
girls
had also heard that you could "like suck on it or jack it up and down to
make it
squirt" and not get pregnant. But there were, of course, conflicting reports
about these mysteries.

At 4 feet, eight inches tall, 68 pounds, and "11 and three-quarters," cute
little Britni was closer to the world of frilly party dresses and Saturday
morning cartoons than to the world of backseat groping. With long black
curls
and porcelain skin, braces on her teeth and short-shorts hugging her
ass, Britni
was an adorable pixie doll--still innocent enough to sit on her uncle's
lap, but
knowledgable enough to know that doing so resulted in feeling something hard
poking at her from that lap, accompanied by her uncle's blushing and
squirming.

Britni's world was changing: just this past month, her breasts began to
emerge, some peach fuzz had appeared on her pussy, and her once
surfboard-like
figure was growing more curvaceous. Last week, in a crowded elevator, a
man as
old as her dad had reached under her skirt and gently patted her ass.
While in
the schoolyard at recess, a friend of a friend told Britni that she had
heard
that 9th grader Billy Tyler was heard to say "man, I'd love to fuck little
Britni Hart" at the mall. And just yesterday, while bounding up the
stairs at
school, Britni had overheard two male teachers behind her say something like
"girls didn't look as good as that when I was that age" and she thinks
they were
talking about HER. Thus, Britni was thinking less often about dolls and more
often about adventures with boys.

Kimmee whispered urgently on the phone: "Britni, make sure your mom and
dad can't hear." "They're at the movies," Britni said, "it's OK, what's
goin'
on?" "I got some news," said Kimmee breathlessly. "Wow, what?! Does Cody
like
you?" Britni asked excitedly, referring to a boy on the schoolbus. "No,
well, I
don't know, but I DO know that Mister Johnson likes me!" Kimmee giggled.
"The
math guy? Gross! Like, he's so old!" Britni said in disbelief. And then the
words came tumbling out, Kimmee trying to sound mature and in control,
but lost
in her excitement.

"Oh my god, you won't believe it," Kimmee babbled, "he, like, said I had
a nice
ass and he felt it and stuff? And like, I took off my tights, you know
the black
ones, and he showed me his thing, and like, it was really big, but like,
I fit
it in my pussy for like some extra credit? It hurt a little, but then it
felt
like really good? And like, it got all mushy down there and he's like
moving it
in and out and he squirted like a gallon of white stuff! And like the
next day
just by wearing this cool new skirt I was able to make him cum in his pants
before a faculty meeting and then like he wanted to eat my pussy which I
thought
was gross but it felt kinda good and..." During this breathless summary,
Britni
occasionally added a "wow," "gross," "oh my god," and other ejaculations,
expressing her shock and delight.

But less obvious than shock and delight was Britni's jealousy of her friend.
Kimmee was having all the fun--seeing a guy's thing up close, not having
to do
math homework, feeling a guy squirt his cream---and it wasn't fair! But
Kimmee
cut the conversation short: "Oh my God, I gotta go, my mom's home," and the
phone receiver went "CLICK."

Britni decided that she didn't want to be left behind by her friend. As
far as
Britni could tell, Kimmee hadn't done anything oral TO Mister Johnson. Maybe
Britni could beat her to it! But how? She wasn't in Mister Johnson's
class and
she didn't need extra credit anyway. After a half hour of thinking and
imagining
the possibilities, here is what unfolded.

Britni picked up the phone and called Mister Johnson. "Hi Mister
Johnson, this
is Britni Hart." Mister Johnson thought the name sounded familiar. "Uh,
well,
what can I do for you?" he asked curiously. "I need to meet with you Mister
Johnson...I was just talking to Kimmee Drake." Johnson almost fainted:
Kimmee
had squealed in more ways than one! "Yes, Britni, we need to talk! Can
you come
over here right away?" "I'm gettin' on my bike right now and I'll be
there in
15!" Britni said triumphantly.

Mister Johnson had been sipping a beer, barefoot and shirtless, in jeans
shorts,
grading a pile of math exams, but now he was waiting anxiously for this
little
Britni to show up. Sure enough, in 15 minutes, the girl pedalled up his
pathway
and jumped from her bike. "Mister Johnson, I presume," the little girl said
slyly as Johnson opened the door. "Come on in, Britni, and let's figure
something out."

Johnson, trying to be calm and polite, offered the girl some soda pop.
"Maybe
later," she replied, "but for now, let's just get down to business." "OK,"
Mister Johnson gulped. Although he was fearful and distracted about his
extra
credit arrangement becoming public knowledge, Johnson couldn't help but
notice
the vision of loveliness standing in front of him: the short-shorts with
white
kneesocks, an impossibly slim waist, the obvious presence of an unnecessary
training bra beneath a crop top shirt, those dangling black curls, such a
flawless complexion, and sparkling braces on her teeth.

"Mister Johnson," Britni began, "I don't wanna make trouble. But I also
don't
want Kimmee to have all the fun and have all this stuff to say without being
able to say something back! It's not fair! I'm a big girl too!" Johnson
surveyed
this little pixie and debated the accuracy of that last statement in his
mind
but kept quiet. "So, I won't tell anybody, like the principal for
instance, if I
can have some fun too." Mister Johnson began to feel mildly relieved:
"Cut to
the chase, Britni. What do you want?" "Well," she went on, "I don't want to
like, have sex, because well, I want to be a virgin when I get married and I
think it's really gross to have some guy like lick, well, you know
where, but I
want to try, I want to try...." "Try what," Johnson prompted. "I want to try
giving head, like sucking on your thing!" Britni said with a smile,
apparently
glad she had followed through on her request.

Johnson's mouth dropped open. He was stunned, but also saw that there
was no way
out. If he did what she wanted, she could still spill the beans but at least
he'd get a blow job out of it. And if he did what she wanted and she
kept quiet,
then even better. He couldn't see any benefits to NOT doing what she wanted.
"Well then, if that's how it is, then let's get started," Johnson said
in a low,
serious tone.

"Cool!" Britni exclaimed. "But I never did it before and I gotta be home
soon so
you gotta teach me and we gotta do it fast," Britni blurted. Johnson
thought to
himself, "oh, a novice, for better or worse, here we go!"

"OK Britni, I am going to sit here on the couch. You kneel down right here,
between my legs, sweetheart." Britni dropped to her knees and was now
gazing up
at Johnson with a blush and a smile. "OK darlin', now unzip me and pull down
these shorts." Britni's small fingers trembled, but she unsnapped and
unzipped
Johnson and then pulled the shorts down his long, muscular legs. And
there she
saw it: Johnson's 8 inch long cock, wiggling a little bit, staring at
her like a
big snake. She gasped at its size and thought to herself, "so THIS is
what I'm
feelin' on Uncle Bob's lap!"

"OK Britni, don't let it scare you. You can handle it. Grab it at the base,
yeah, there ya go. OK, now, just lick the length of it a few times."
Well, as
Britni grabbed and licked his shaft, Johnson thought "it's a good thing
we gotta
do this fast because I don't know how long I'd last!"

"Now, oh yeah, OK, your tongue is very nice, OK, now don't hold it too
tight,
yeah that's it," Johnson directed. "Now see if you can fit the top into your
mouth, and watch the braces!" Johnson pleaded. Britni asked, "you mean the
helmet part?" "Yes," he laughed, "the helmet part, and maybe an inch or two
after that." Britni gulped, looked up with uncertainty, then did as
instructed.
Johnson watched as "the helmet part" and a good two inches were slowly
devoured
by the cute preteen. A little dribble of spit ran down the shaft and he
could
feel her breath like a heater. "OK, now just for fun, see if you can fit the
whole thing in your mouth." Britni paused, made some kind of
indeciperable noise
("don't talk with your mouth full," Johnson wanted to say), then began
slowly
stuffing the entire 8 inches into her mouth> His "helmet part" lodged in her
throat and her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Unbelievable. As
Johnson looked
down, the sight of a bunch of black curls with a p!
art in the middle greeted his eyes. "Now how was she able to do THAT?"
Johnson
wondered. Then, without instruction, little Britni slowly pulled off,
then went
back down, then pulled off, then went back down, up then down, up then down,
stopping once to pop the cock out of her mouth to look up and ask, "is
this OK?"
"Yes, Britni, and now I am going to make it more than OK" said Johnson,
losing
contol. The man entwined his hands roughly in Britni's curls, like
grabbing a
rope, and began quickly and forcefully pushing and pulling his cock in
and out
of the girl's drooling mouth. It was going a little fast for the first-time
cocksucker.

"Yeah, just like that," Johnson moaned. He was deaf to Britni's gagging,
impervious to her apparent attempts to slow down the rhythm, thinking "she's
gonna get what she asked for, bigtime!" In, out, in, out, a blur, a fast
motion
film, the sight of flying curls, the sound of slurping and gagging,
"don't stop,
you little slut," and then, and then, "oh yes, here it comes darling,
I'm going
to cum, hold on, swallow it all, here it AAAAAAAAGGGGHHH," Johnson yelled,
holding her head in vise-like stillness while giving this pixie her first
face-fucking. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Johnson moaned with each jet stream of "boy
cream" being pumped into Britni's drooling orifice, "take it baby, take
it, you
ain't goin' nowhere, ugh, ugh, ugh," and then, it was over and he let
her go.

Britni fell back, spitting a mouthful of cum onto Johnson's shag carpet,
wiping
her lips with the sleeve of her shirt, catching her breath, and
exclaiming, "oh
my god, you are so gross, YUCK!" Johnson--depleted and regaining
consciousness---could only look at the still fully-clothed preteen and ask,
"would you like that soda pop now?"

Britni gulped a can of root beer, trying to wash down the salty, heavy
aftertaste of Johnson's jism. The precocious girl--the girl who was "11 and
three-quarters," who wore little Pochahantas panties, and who still sat
in her
uncle's lap---silently thought, "Well,I got what I asked for and I don't
think I
like it but maybe I just need practice. Ew, it tastes so yucky." Her reverie
was burst by Johnson's statement: "Look Britni, I got exams to grade,
you gotta
go,it's time for you to pedal on back home before your mommy finds out
you're
gone." "Yeah," she agreed, "mommy and daddy will be back from the movies
soon."
"So Britni," Johnson asked, "I can count on you keeping this scene to
yourself...and Kimmee." Johnson was spraying stain remover on the carpet and
glancing at his watch.

"Mister Johnson...that was, well, cool but weird. Maybe, like, if I
change my
mind about being a virgin when I get married, maybe like I'll come back
and you
can show me some stuff?" Johnson sighed, "well, I guess I have no choice."
Britni smiled, picked up her pink backback, and bolted out the door,
"BYE MISTER
JOHNSON!"

Johnson closed the door behind her, took another deep breath, and went
back to
his exams, muttering, "kids these days!"





    

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