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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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  Grade School Grazing

 

                                      Chapter Four

                             Instructing Ingenuous Ingrid 

                  

 

                 Ingrid looked up from her desk at Mr. Best.  She didn't really like working at the same kind of desk that she had in the classroom.  It made these special sessions too much like ordinary school, which she found boring.  But, anyway, he’d moved one into his little office for her when they'd first begun the after-hours extra work.  And, desk or not, the extra lessons weren't boring. Especially the history part.

 

                 Did Mr. Best have a 'secret little girl'?  Ingrid remembered that Uncle Gary said lotsa men did but of course he didn't always tell the truth.   Like the first time he put it in my bottom.  He'd said it wouldn't hurt but it did.  Of course the other times, after that, didn't hurt, especially when he put on lots of the slippy stuff.  And the first time he shot his stuff into my mouth and wouldn't let me get away.  He lied then, too, coz he'd said he wouldn't. But that was OK, too, I guess.  It made him so happy when I did it that I felt good, too.  And he said that should be a lesson to me not to trust a man when he wanted sex.  Do I dare ask Mr. Best if he has a secret, little girl?

                

                 "Do you have a secret little girl, Mr. Best?"

 

                 "No, not really?   Unless it's you?" Bob had a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when Ingrid looked up at him innocently and asked the question.  What had she heard?  Had Belinda let something slip?   "I spend a lot of time with you, don't I?"  

 

                 "Silly.  That's not what I mean.  I mean a secret little girl. A special one that you do secret stuff with.   Do you have one of those?"

 

                 "I don't think so, Ingrid?  Unless it's my niece, Lucy.   We have some family secrets."

 

                 "But?   Like?  Do you do secret stuff?  Stuff you both like but don't tell nobody about?"

 

                 "I don't know, Ingrid?"  What's she getting at?  "We sneak out sometimes and go to the zoo, or McDonalds.  That's all.  Why? Are you somebody's secret little girl?"

 

                 "Yeah.. Leastways, I was 'til Uncle Gary got married."

 

                 "What sort of secret stuff did you do?"

 

                 "If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret no more.  Less'n I was your secret girl, too."

 

                 "All right, then.  If you tell me, I'll let you be my secret, little girl," Bob replied, his curiosity aroused.   Was it sexual?  She was only twelve, but she was bigger than Lucy except that she was flatter chested.  Nice chubby bum, though, and a very pretty face.  In a year or two, she'd be a real beauty.

 

                 "Yuh gotta promise it's a secret, Mr. Best. Cross your heart and hope to die."  Ingrid got up from her desk and stood next to her teacher.

 

                 "Cross my heart and hope to die, Ingrid."

 

                 "Don'cha wanta do somethin' to me, Sir?  Like, I'm your secret girl so's we can do secret stuff together?"

 

                 "I'm not sure what secret stuff you mean, Ingrid?"  She had her hand on his knee and she was looking at his crotch as her fingers crawled higher on his pant leg.

 

                 "You know, don'cha?" the girl said, raising her eyes to his and looking almost shy.  "Like rub me here," she leaned her belly closer so his knee was pressed to the juncture of her thighs, "and give me the squidgywriggles."  Then, seeing the puzzled expression on her teacher's face, she giggled, “That's what I call it.  Coz my tummy gets all warm and squidgy and it makes me wriggle."  The girl pushed and wriggled against his knee.  "Uncle Gary says I cum to joygassy or something."

 

                 It dawned on Bob that the youngster meant come to orgasm and the blood rushed to his penis at the salacious image of this plump, pretty girl-child joygassing.  He slid his hand up under her short skirt and as he did, Ingrid pulled up her skirt and peeled her panties down over her shapely legs, and then stood legs apart as his hand covered her pussy.

 

                 "Well, Ingrid, let's see if I can give you squidgywriggles," Bob said softly as he caressed the velvety softness of her young pussy.  The lips of her still hairless pussy were fat and, at first touch, hot and dry. The dryness was short-lived, however for, as he pushed his fingers between the pulpy fleshfolds, his fingers were bathed with the oily effusion of the juvenile's arousal.

 

                 "Yeah...Oohhh yeah Mr. Best.   It feels so good," the girl sighed and she began to push against his hand.  "It don't feel near as good when I do it to myself.  Do you wanta finish me 'fore I do you?"

 

                 ""Yes, Ingrid.  I think I'd like to do that."  God.   If I can make her cum, then she's old enough to fuck.  And she's definitely big enough.  Bob sluiced his fingers in the slippery crevice of her hairless cunt, his cock throbbing with anticipation.  She's taller than Belinda even if she doesn't have tits.  And she has a nice, round ass.

                

                 "Hanh...lemme get on yer lap, sir," the plump youngster panted and, holding his hand between her legs, she climbed up on his thighs.  "Oh yes, Mr. Best.  That's yummy," she gushed when he found her erect, little clitoris and rubbed it.  His other hand slipped up under her blouse and he felt a hard, bulging nipple.  Even if her breasts were just beginning to develop, the rubbery projection foretold impending womanhood.

 

                 "Lemme...like...I'll take it off," the little girl said with an expectant smile.  "I like it when yuh...like...Uncle Gary use'ta rub my bubbies, too..." and she peeled off her blouse so that she was sitting completely naked on his lap.

 

                 "What else did Uncle Gary do, Ingrid?" Bob asked as he fingered her smooth, pulpy genitals.  "Did you let him?  In here?" and Bob inserted a finger into the tight, little aperture of her juvenile cuntmouth.

 

                 "Nah...Annh...not there, Mr. Best...he said I'm too young for that...Annh," and she wriggled against her teacher's teasing fingers.  "But I done other...Annh...Oohhh sirr... yer makin' me feel so good...I done other stuff for him."

 

                 "Are you going to tell me what the other stuff is, Ingrid?"

 

                 Ingrid could feel the heat and pressure growing in her belly and she knew she'd soon get the wrigglies.  Her bum moved, feeling the hard bump under her teacher's pants.  "Have yuh...hunh… got any...hunh...slippy stuff.." she panted.  "If yuh do, I can do you too…with my…my... hunhh... my bum…hunhh," but it was too late for her legs locked on his wrist and she began to jerk and writhe as her pubescent body was wracked by a squirming orgasm.

 

                 The girl uttered a gasping sigh and sprawled, open-legged, across his lap and Bob thought, for a moment, that he was going to go off right then.   "My, Ingrid.   You are a special, little girl," Bob said in a lust-choked voice, feeling her soft, wet, young pussy pulsing against his hand.  “Are you going to...to do something special for me now?"

 

                 "Acourse, Mr. Best.  Uncle Gary alluz said that if he gave me the squidgywriggles then I hadda give them to him, too." the pretty, girl-child replied with a smile.  "But not in my bum?  Not today.  Canya , like?   Lie on the floor?"

 

                 Not entirely sure what the youngster had in mind, Bob lay down and the naked, young girl knelt beside him.

 

                 "You gotta...like...take down you pants, Mr. Best.  Don'cha know what I'm gonna do?  You sure ain't had a secret, little girl before.  I can tell."

 

          Jack pushed down his pants and shorts and his fully erect penis sprang into view.   Guessing now what she planned, he began to rub her pretty mouth with his thumb.  Her little mouth opened with alacrity and her lips closed over his thumb as her little tongue begin to explore the tip of his thumb and her soft lips started sucking lightly.

 

          "Isn't there sump'n else you'd rather...like...don'cha want?" and Ingrid looked down at her teacher's erect penis.  "Boy, you sure are hard, Mr. Best." She felt a surge of pride.  He was her schoolteacher but he didn’t seem to know much about girls.  Uncle Gary had always told her what to do but Mr. Best was asking her.  This was fun.

 

          Bob couldn't wait any longer.  He pushed the little girl's head down to his groin, not that it needed any pushing.  Her little mouth opened and he gasped as her soft, wet lips engulfed the swollen tip.  He arched up, feeling her teeth glide over the shaft and her warm tongue caressed the underside.  She gagged briefly when the tip of his cock met the back of her throat and then she pushed his hips down.

 

          "I can't take it all in, Mr. Best?  Willya...like...just let me...my way?"   Ingrid was a bit disappointed.  Her teacher was starting to act like Uncle Gary and she liked it better when she was setting the pace.

 

          With difficulty, Bob restrained himself as the twelve year old rested her cheek on his thigh, holding the rigid shaft with one hand and then she raised her head and stretched her pretty lips around the glistening, purple knob.  The sensation was exquisite.  With her eyes half closed she milked him with her hand and sucked him with her young, tender mouth.  Her hot saliva drooled from the tautly stretched lips of her pretty, little mouth and the wet, slurpy sounds from her precociously skilful blowjob added to the obscene eroticism of the moment.

 

          "Oh God, Ingrid!   I'm gonna cum!"  he exclaimed as he felt his cum-heavy balls heave.  "You’re making me cum!  You gotta stop!"

 

          "Why, Mr. Best.  Don'cha wanna finish?"  The ingenuous twelve year old raised her head, releasing her mouth grip and then, looking up at him with her big, blue eyes, she began to run her hot, pink tongue repeatedly up the underside of his tool, licking it with a tantalizing slowness and, as she reached the tip, wrapping her lips briefly around the slick knob.

 

          "OH God yes, Ingrid.   Are you going to?  Are you going to let me go in your mouth?"

 

          "Acourse, Mr. Best." and the twelve year old once more engulfed his throbbing tool with her hot, little mouth.  She was thrilled by her teacher’s reaction.  It was like he’d never done it in a girl’s mouth before.

 

Bob felt that wonderful feeling, like a giant sneeze in his gut, as the girl's lips sucked hard on his cock and her warm, little hand pumped his spasming tool.  Afraid that she'd change her mind, at the last moment, he placed his hand on her head.

 

          "Glaannggh...Gluunnggh," gurgled from the little girl as Bob ejaculated right into her hot, little mouth.  He felt like he was pumping gallons into her and. when she tried momentarily to back away, it certainly felt like that to the little girl.  With her mouth plugged by her teacher's cock, she struggled for air and he could see her throat muscles heave as she sought to swallow the flood of semen that gushed into her throat.

 

          Glungh …Ullp…Ullp,” Ingrid gurgled and a viscous stream of unswallowed semen drooled from her softly nursing lips to run down over hand as it squeezed and milked his bucking shaft.  All the while her eyes were fixed on her teacher’s face with an expression of slavish devotion. 

 

                 "My Gawwd, Ingrid!   You're fantastic," Bob gasped as he felt her soft lips and mobile tongue draining the last of his load.  “You do that better than anyone I know.”

 

Ingrid raised her head, more gism leaking from her pretty mouth as she smiled with contentment.  She knew she had satisfied her teacher and that he liked her.  She was innocently happy.  “Gee, Mr. Best.  It was fun.  And you made me feel real good, too.”  Suddenly, the loud whine of a vacuum cleaner signaled the arrival of the cleaners.

 

                 "Damn!" the teacher exclaimed.  "You'd better go, Ingrid."

 

                 "Aww Gee, Mr. Best,"  the youngster said as she got to her knees and picked up her panties from the floor.  "Did I do it OK, sir?  You're not mad at me, are yuh?"  Her legs felt wobbly from the ecstasy of her juvenile climax and she hung onto her teacher's arm for support.  "Am I still gonna be your secret little girl?"       

 

                 "Yes Ingrid.  For sure."   The twelve year old did not look as much like a child now with the sultry, satisfied look on her face.  "But we'll have to be very careful so it will be just our secret."   Inwardly, Bob cursed the cleaners for arriving when they did.  Even though the little girl had done a masterful job of draining his lust, he had an obscene desire to be inside her underaged cunt, to have her immature vagina hold his tool in its tight grip.

 

                 That night, his young niece Lucy reaped the fruits that Ingrid had cultivated.  For the first time since her fortunate miscarriage Lucy was thoroughly fucked and afterwards, when the excess of her uncle's gism overflowed her tender cunt to trickle down her leg, she was glad she was now on the pill.

 

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