THIS IS MELISSA
Author; Easy
Mf(
13), 1st.
time, preg
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Nothing in
this story should be taken as encouraging or condoning the sort of activities
described therein. It is a story, for the enjoyment of those who enjoy reading
about such things
MELISSA
This is Melissa
– she’s thirteen years old. She’s soft and warm and submissive, and she lets me
fuck her (and, as you can see unless you’re reading this on asstr
where pics aren’t allowed, lets me take hot photos of her!). I’m her class
teacher, age thirty and married. Melissa developed a big schoolgirl crush on
me, and got close to me at every opportunity, looking up at me with big loving
eyes and ‘accidentally’ brushing her young body against me. I tried to resist,
really I did, but when she insisted on sitting next to me on the back seat of
the coach on the return journey of a school trip and asking if she could do
kissing with me, I was lost. I quickly glanced round to make sure no-one was
looking; “Alright, Melissa” I whispered. “But you mustn’t tell anyone. I could
lose my job.” “I won’t, I promise” she murmured as she pressed her moist
pink lips, slightly parted, to mine. I got an instant hard-on as I felt her
tongue delicately flick against my lips and then probe gently into my mouth. “God, girl!” I said quietly. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
She giggled. “I used to do kissing with my dad ‘til him and Mum broke up.” Our
mouths met again, and for the next few minutes our tongues twirled hotly in
each other’s mouths as we were both lost in the moment and in each other. I had
difficult believing that a young schoolgirl who could kiss like that and excite
my cock so much was only thirteen, but I knew it was true.
Melissa’s
excitement increased as I caressed her cheek as we kissed, then her neck and
shoulders. When my hand drifted down to lightly stroke her budding breasts
through her school shirt she gave a sharp intake of breath. “Undo my shirt.”
she gasped. “Feel me there – oh, feel me there!” I quickly glanced around
to make sure no-one could see, and deftly undid three buttons and slipped my
hand inside. Her breasts weren’t big enough to need a bra, and my fingers went
first to one nipple and then the other. They quickly stiffened as I stroked and
gently fondled her sweet little orbs as our kissing increased in intensity.
I broke off
just long enough to whisper “Oh, Melissa, you’re so gorgeous! Your breasts are
so sweet!” “Feel me everywhere!” the lovely little Lolita murmured as she
locked her mouth onto mine again. I knew she meant only one thing, and a few
seconds later my hand was inside her knickers as she parted her young thighs
for me. I could feel a fine down on her cunt, and was delighted to feel
her little button rapidly firming as I caressed it. I delved further down; she
was lovely and wet with adolescent arousal, and I drew some moisture up to her
clitoris for lubrication. But as I enjoyed her sweet 13 year-old cunt she
started to lose control, and I had to stop as I was sure the increasing volume
of her moans would attract attention. Besides which, we were almost back at the
school.
I got all
the kids off the coach and sent them inside. Melissa hung back until last, and
she was palpably still aroused, with a lovely flush to her cheeks. Once outside
the coach she said quietly to me “Oh, Sir, that was
lovely! I want to do EVERYTHING with you, I think I
know what to do. I only live just round the corner from the school, number 8
Station Road. My mum doesn’t get home from work until a couple of hours after I
get home from school – if you wanted to come round we could do whatever you
want to me, up in my bedroom, oh, please say you will, PLEEEZE, I want to so
much!”
Oh, Lord, I
thought, I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t think I can stop myself. It’s clear
that she wants me to fuck her, and I have to say that I’m aching to do it! I’ve
never fucked a girl as young as her before, and my mind’s
in a whirl – at least my wife was sixteen when I first shagged her all those
years ago, although our relationship is pretty rubbish now. She’s obsessed with
her career at the bank, and I’m pretty sure she’s letting herself get fucked so
much by those in power above her as a way of furthering her career. I wouldn’t
mind sharing her, but she’s largely frozen me out now.
My mind was
in a whirl. “OK, Melissa” I responded nervously. “Let’s see if I can get away
when school ends – there’s a lot for a teacher to do.” She smiled and turned to
walk away. “I’ll be ready for you, Sir!”
Just hearing
those words and knowing what she meant sent blood rushing to my cock again, and
I knew I had to have her. There was no way I could resist heading straight
round to her house after school and getting my cock into a nubile thirteen
year-old schoolgirl with a crush on me and who was desperate for me to fuck
her. ‘Oh, lord’ I thought – ‘this is so dangerous.’ But strangely, the obvious
dangers, to my career and even my liberty, made the prospect even more
enticing!
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I took a
deep breath and knocked on the door of number 8. After a few seconds the door
opened and I was greeted by the glorious sight of young Melissa dressed only in
t-shirt and knickers. “Quick, come in before someone sees!” she said excitedly.
I stepped in and closed the door; the girl threw herself at me, hugging and
kissing me. “I knew you’d come, I knew you’d come!” My hands reached for her
bottom and pulled the young nymph against my erection. “Oh,
Melissa!” I croaked. “I want you so much!” “And I want you, Sir – quick, let’s go up to my bedroom.”
We almost
ran upstairs, the sight of her knicker-clad bum in
front of me making me even harder, knowing what I would shortly be doing with
her. Within minutes I was inside her, fucking my 13 year-old lover gently and lovingly. After all, it was her first
time, but despite this she was so wet and relaxed she was able to take most of
my length into her heaving belly with ease. She was almost deliriously happy as
I slid in and out of her, telling me how much she loved me. I’m ashamed to say
that I responded in the same way, telling her that I loved her, even though in
my heart I knew it wasn’t true and that I was driven purely by lust for this
lovely young Lolita.
But that was
months ago. Within a month I’d fallen hopelessly in love with my Melissa as we
made love at every opportunity. It had genuinely become more than just lust,
although my lust for her (and hers for me!) has never diminished. And yes, the
fact of my darling being so underage, so illegal, yet so loving and capable of
satisfying me, gave everything a fantastic froissance.
But I had to
tell her to keep her distance when we’re in school, so as not to give any clue
of our relationship. But if we can get away with it, at break-time we sneak
into the classroom store-cupboard when no-one’s looking and lock the door
behind us. There’s a single chair in there, and we culminate in me sitting on
it and Melissa impaling herself on me and lovingly riding me until I squirt
spunk into her heavenly schoolgirl body. I’ve also taught her the delights of
cunnilingus and fellatio, both of which she’s taken to like a duck to water –
lucky me!
But as you
can see in the photograph, Melissa now has a slight curvaceous swelling to her
belly. Yes, she’s pregnant – three months gone. A few weeks ago her mum Carol
came to the school to see me. She came right out with it, telling me about the
pregnancy and that she’d got it out of Melissa what had been going on. ‘Oh,
shit!’ I thought – I’m sunk. Career gone, probably prison.
But she totally surprised me by going on to say that she realized that the two
of us were in love with each other, and while she wouldn’t have chosen this
route for her daughter, from her point of view it was preferable to Melissa
going through what she herself had done, namely getting involved in drink and
drugs as a rebellious teenager as her hormones ran riot, and being taken
advantage of by men and boys who didn’t care about her but just wanted to fuck
her.
We had a
long chat, during which I convinced Carol of my love for her daughter and that
I wasn’t going to just walk away from the situation. Well, how could I have
done – apart from not being able to bear the loss of such a lovely young girl,
the alternative would have been likely to have been reported to the police and
the school, with everything unpleasant that would inevitably follow.
Carol said she
was satisfied from what Melissa had told her, and from what she had seen in me,
that this was a loving and caring relationship that was best allowed to
flourish. Her proposal was for Melissa to be taken out of school when she
started to show, on the pretence of moving abroad. After birth of the baby (by
which time Melissa will be fourteen), to everyone else it would be as if Carol
was the mother of a little brother or sister for Melissa. Carol said she would
even pad out her belly to feign pregnancy!
I’d made
Carol aware that my own marriage was dead and that divorce was inevitable; we
agreed that before the baby is born I’d come to live with them, sharing
Melissa’s bed and then us all living together as a loving family as the baby is
raised. Melissa will go back to a different school, and as soon as she’s
sixteen we’ll be married. And make more babies, hopefully!
So now we’re
at the stage of Melissa’s pregnancy advancing, and me enjoying getting my cock
into her swelling belly and fucking her as often as I can, with Carol’s
approval. Sometimes Carol even watches and participates to a limited extent,
although she’s adamant that I only fuck Melissa and not her, so that her
daughter can be confident that I’m hers and hers alone. It seems to turn my
young lover on even more, being watched by her mum as she and I make love. It
particularly excites the girl to have Carol guide my cock into her welcoming cunt and then seeing me engage in
passionate kissing with her mother while I fuck her!
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