Eating at the Y
My coupling with a twelve year old grade six schoolgirl was truly a memorable experience for me…and likely for her too. Little Barbie was my first cherry and getting her virginity caused my ego to swell to unhealthy (and unjustified) proportions. Taking advantage of my position of trust to devirginate a precocious young girl was not something I could ever brag about but nonetheless my successful conquest was totally satisfying.
But my pleasure from the girl’s barely ripe body was seriously tempered by my fear of discovery. What we had done was grounds for a prison sentence even though I had not at all coerced her. She was simply too young to have consensual sex. Also it had been unprotected sex. I was sure I wasn’t at risk of a STD but could I have made her pregnant? I thought not but I wasn’t sure. And by Monday morning, although my libido was fully recharged, I knew I had to avoid a recurrence.
In class I saw that little Barbie was watching me al the time. It flattered me and frightened me. And it gave me a hard-on. But we didn’t speak that day or the next but on Wednesday afternoon, the day that all grade six students were allowed to leave at two o’clock if they promised to go to the library or do something on their own that was educational Barbie appeared at my office door.
“Hi Mister Harrison. Can I come in?”
“Uh, sure Barbara,” I replied and my undisciplined organ jumped at the sight of the pretty twelve year old. Although her figure was disguised by her usual heavy sweater and skirt the image I had was of her nubile body naked on my desk with her legs wide apart and her tight, young cunt dilated by my cock, the cherry juice dripping down the crack of her ass.
“Can I stay a while?”
“I thought you were supposed to go to the library every Wednesday?”
“Yeah but they won’t know if I do or not.” There was an uncertain look in her eyes now as if she wasn’t sure that she should be in my office. “Uh, like …you said on Friday you could teach me more.”
“Hmm…and what would you like to learn?”
“Like…I don’t know Mister Harrison. I like what you taught me on Friday but is there other stuff too?”
“Have you started having periods yet?” I wanted to have her on my desk again but I didn’t have any condoms and I couldn’t take a chance if she was already producing eggs.
“You mean…like….my monthlies? When I nodded she continued, “Yeah, I had my first one ‘most a year ago. But it’s two weeks before I’m due again.”
“Do you know about what causes babies?”
“Uh, sorta I guess. Like it’s when a guy fucks a girl and doesn’t use a safe and it’s the wrong time.”
“That’s pretty well it Barbie…and right now it’s the wrong time.”
“Oh.” My little grade six student looked crestfallen. “I was hopin’… like, that you’d kiss me. Like, down there,” and she put her hand on her groin.
“Tell you what, Barbie. I’ll kiss you down there but you have to do the same for me.”
I held out my arms toward her and with no hesitation she came close to my chair. My arm went around her back, and I drew her fac down to mine and kissed her and then I felt her lips open and her little tongue was dancing on my lips. This brought on another surge of my libido and I marveled that this ripe, young pre-teen could be so uninhibited so soon after she’d lost her cherry. I put both arms around her, holding her to me and she pulled herself around so she was straddling my thighs and pressing her firm tits to my chest. She ground her shapely young body against me, kissing me hungrily as if she’d been doing this for years. Her hands were at the back of my head, her fingers in my hair. I was getting an aching erection.
I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her away and up, until she let go with her arms. Her eyes were still closed as I set her, standing, on the floor in front of me. Her mouth hung open, her lips slack. She was brightly flushed. I quickly found the button and zipper at her waist and opened them, letting her wool skirt drop in a heap at her ankles. Compliantly she raised her arms as I stripped her sweater off over her head and she stood docilely as I removed her brassiere and panties to leave her completely naked. Then, holding her under her armpits again I stood and lifted her little body onto the desk.
Bending down I pulled my little stand out and knelt on it. Then while she sat looking down at me I lifted her short legs over my shoulders and looked at her plump, hairless vulva, the vertical slit still closed. I wondered how soon the hair we’d shaved off five days ago would be replaced with new growth but so far none was visible. Barbie gasped when I dropped face-down between her legs and started licking her. The lips were soft and smooth but when my nose pressed against her mons I felt the beginnings of stubble.
I reveled what I was doing. Her cunt fat and soft and the sweet, fresh, clean and tasty just as I would expect a young girl’s pussy to be. I thrilled to the feel of her labia as they swelled under the caress of my tongue and as I pushed my tongue into the crevice to lick the fleshy rolls from bottom to top I detected the oily moisture that was beginning to flow from within her twelve year old honeypot.
“Mister Harrison…oohhh yesss,” my little schoolgirl murmured and she spread her short legs wider apart.
I licked all around that delicious morsel and my nubile schoolgirl pushed forward and rolled her hips. I slid my hands under her firmly rounded ass, my fingers spreading the cheeks while I feasted on her underage pussy.
Her clitoris surprised me. As I licked her, it swelled until it was as fat as one of her fingertips. I teased it by trilling my tongue around it and finally let my lips close lightly on it. I brushed just the tip of my tongue ever so lightly back and forth across it, very slowly, and little Barbie suddenly locked her legs around my head, gripped my hair in her fingers and furiously ground my face into her cunt. She didn't make a sound, but she came and came, furious orgasms that didn't seem to stop. Her asscheeks clenched so tightly that the trapped my fingers.
She began to arch up and down, very slowly. Her thighs would tighten on my head as she went down and then slowly open wide as she pushed up. She was still cumming, only now she was making a kind of moaning noise, like far-off wind, in time with her archings -- which were gradually speeding up.
In moments, it seemed, she was hurling her thighs wide and her hips up and then slamming her butt -- and my hands -- down into the hard, wooden desk, her thighs clamped my head. Finally, through sheer strength, I held her pussy against my mouth and whipped my tongue across her clitoris until shudders went through her taut frame. She made a noise like dry fingertips rubbing across a balloon and finally fell back to the paper littered desktop.
With my tongue still working around her swollen labia. I slid one hand up between her trembling thighs and pushed it into the copiously drooling crease of her engorged little pussy lips. I applied just a little pressure. She hunched her hips forward. My finger slid into the tightest, hottest, wettest little cavity I've ever encountered and my cock pulsed with the memory of having that immature sheath wrapped around it.
"Unnnnnh -- unnnnnn!" she grunted, and I pumped that one digit slowly and carefully in her little vagina. Her plump hips were already humping in an unmistakable fucking motion. She was moaning continually now, and I put the tip of my tongue on her clitoris, making contact but not moving. I turned the hand that was between her legs so my palm was facing up. I could feel, on the upper wall of her vagina, the swollen nodule of nerves.
I began to massage that little G spot as my tongue barely moved over her clitoris and little Barbara seemed to have a seizure. Her body went rigid -- all but motionless. Every muscle and tendon in her shapely twelve year old frame was tensed and bulging. Perspiration formed all over her pale flesh. Her abdomen bulged and contracted and inside her cunt, my finger was being massaged and squeezed by the spasms of her paroxysm. Managing to look up I saw that her eyes were wide open and bulging, staring without seeing. Her mouth opened as if to scream -- and all that came out was a throaty gurgle. I kept doing it until I was afraid she wasn't breathing.
She was sobbing for breath, wheezing and coughing. Her taut little abdomen still contracted and her flaring young hips were rolling slightly. Her pussy was very swollen and wet. Juice was visibly trickling out of those lips. She was perfectly lubricated to be fucked but I managed to retain my sanity and not chance knocking up the little girl.
I knelt between Barbie’s legs that were now hanging loosely over my shoulders. Her hips gave an occasional twitch and her legs also jerked as she slowly regained her breath. I eased out from under her legs, holding them and lowering them so that they dangled over the edge of the desk.
“Oh Wow! Hanh…oohhh Mister Henderson…I told Beulah about how you made me feel when you fucked me but she’ll never believe me when I tell her about today.”
“You mean Beulah Marshall? The heavy girl?”
“Yeah. She’s my best friend. She never laughed at me coz I was so hairy and she got even bigger bibs than me.”
“Are you sure she’ll keep it secret?” My belly was churning with fear that Beulah would tell someone else and on and on and before long I’d be behind bars.
“She won’t tell. We got lots of secrets…like how we kinda do stuff to each other with our hands and…you know what I mean, don’cha?”
“I hope you’re right Barbie…you’d be in a lot of trouble if the wrong people found out… and so would I.”
In spite of the shock from hearing that Barbie had told her friend that I’d fucked her my cock standing up and out, almost touching the girl’s abdomen. She put her hand out and grabbed my penis.
I held my breath as she studied my throbbingly rigid tool which was almost too thick for her touch her thumb and forefinger around it and hard as iron in her grip. And hot! The glans was swollen and purple and
After first looking right into my eyes she leaned forward and kissed it.
"You like that?"
"Yeah!" was all I coud say.
She did it again, this time parting her lips a little and letting the tip of her little tongue work across the velvety smoothness.
"Damn-damn-damn-damn-" I moaned. I put my hands on her shoulders, caressing, and then dropped lower to cup her ripe young tits. Using her firm breasts as handles I guided her down off the desk until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me.
Little Barbie opened her lips and sucked my cock into her young mouth. When it hit the back of her mouth, she backed off. She gripped the shaft with one hand and began moving her mouth back and forth on me, clasping me with her lips and sucking urgently. My hands went to her head and I started thrusting my hips at her -- too hard.
She jerked her head back. "No! I'll do this my way! You're hurting me that way!"
I shook my head, as if trying to clear it. "I'm sorry Barbie, it just felt so good." I caressed her head and then put my hands on her shoulders. She took my cock back into her mouth and she must have felt the tension in me as I fought the urge to resume fucking her face.
"Barbie, you're gonna make me cum in your mouth," I warned.
She pulled back, releasing my thick prick with a pop. "Don't you want to?"
"Yeah, but, you know, I was thinking maybe you'd rather have me in you, or maybe you wouldn't want me to cum in your mouth."
"You can’t do it in me can you? Didn’t you say this is the wrong time?”
“Alright Barbie. I really do want to cum in your mouth if you don’t mind.”
She kissed the underside of my glans and then licked the full length of it with her hot, hard tongue. "So far, I like it!" she mumbled and she started sucking again. She put her free hand between her own legs and began rubbing her pussy and clitoris and from the way she was panting it sounded like she was already close to cumming again, herself.
I began moaning urgently. My hands tightened carefully on her shoulders and then on her head. I was sure she’d try to get away when I came and I wanted to unload totally into her pretty mouth. The guileless youngster sucked harder and rubbed her tongue on the underside of my glans, sending a huge thrill to my brain and triggering my orgasm.
"I'm almost there, Barbie!"
She moaned around her mouthful of cock and jerked on my shaft.
"Unnnghh! Yeaah baby,” I groaned as my cock swelled, lurched, and then I was shooting a powerful stream of that thick cream right into the hot suction of her mouth. My little schoolgirl reflexively tried to back away when the first jet of semen blasted into her mouth but I held her in place as she was forced to swallow. Then she jerked on my cock and leaned in to suck in and swallow another geyser.
My little grade six schoolgirl looked up at me subserviently with big, wide open eyes as she backed off slightly and used her tongue on the sensitive, taut foreskin while with some feral she jerked down hard on my cock, toward the base, and was rewarded with another blast of my cum.
I felt totally drained, empty as she looked up and found me staring, slack-jawed at her. As I looked down at the pretty 12-year-old face and mouth that had just drained me I couldn't believe how sexy she was.
Did I do good,” she mumbled as she looked up at me, the tip of my cock still held loosely in her wide open mouth while a trickle of unswallowed gism ran down her chin.
“You’re fantastic, Barbie. I never dreamed that a twelve year old could suck cock like you just did. If the boys ever found out how good you are they’d be lined up at your door every night.”
“Hee hee. You know I’m too young to go out with guys, Mister Harrison. And I don’t need to anyway. I can get what I want at school, can’t I?”