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Brief Encounter
Author: Broadsword
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Keywords: Man/young
girls7-9, M/g9, ped, oral, anal, 1st, humor, rom
Warning!
This
fictional story contains sexually explicit material involving minors. If you do
not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE LEAVE
NOW!
If you wish to
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Summary: Brian is
a locum teacher at various local primary schools in the district where he
lives. Popular with the pupils and school administrators, he is in high demand.
After a classroom encounter with the beautiful Beth, he finds a side of himself
he never knew existed.
At the end of this
story, there is a list of characters
Brief Encounter
It was a cold winter’s night. The train rattled slowly along. It had
been delayed for forty minutes. That was nothing new. It seemed to Brian it was
delayed every night. This time they had announced through the tinny loudspeaker
it was due to signal problems.
Brian was a teacher. He had been a teacher since leaving college himself
twenty years ago. He had always taught primary aged kids. Not because they were
less intellectually challenging, but because he seemed to have a knack, a
skill, a rapport with that age group that made him a very good primary teacher.
Maths and science were his main topics, although he had taught for so long, he
could teach any subject.
There had been two seismic events in Brian’s life. Firstly, five years
back his wife had died. It was a head-on car crash. She and their unborn child
had died instantly as well as the drunken, uninsured driver of the other
vehicle. Brian had not looked at another woman since. Several female friends
and teachers had made it known they were interested, but Brian wasn’t.
The other event was when his mother had died last year from the cancer
that had been eating her up ever since his father had died early in the
pandemic. With the inheritance he received, he could have retired very
comfortably. However, Brian wasn’t one to sit around. He was a teacher through
and through. He loved it and he loved the kids.
After inheriting the family wealth, he decided he could do without the
pressures of being a fulltime teacher, so opted to become a locum. This gave
him variety in both what and where and who he taught. He soon found his
reputation as an excellent teacher and the shortage of qualified teachers in
the deprived area he lived in, resulted in him being in high demand, finding he
was working almost full time anyway.
Depending on where he was currently working, Brian sometimes drove,
sometimes used busses, sometimes trains. So here he was on the ‘slow train’
heading home. It was a forty minute run and the train had started full, slowly
emptying as they stopped, at yet another station, every five minutes. He’d
found a seat and leaned back, staring, unfocused out of the window. It was dark
and other than the passing of the lights of cars, houses and factories, there
was little to see. It had started to rain, which depressed him, knowing he had
a fifteen minute walk from the train station to his home.
As he stared out, he saw the reflection of the interior of the train.
Being curious, he looked at the other passengers’ reflections and started to
study them, wondering who they were, what they did for a living, were they
happy, how did they dress? As his eyes scanned across, his gaze met that of a
young girl, who was sitting facing him. As their eyes met, she smiled, making
him smile too. They’d both caught each other out.
Her name was Beth. She was a pupil in one of the classes in the school
he’d been working at this week. Her mother, sitting beside her, had met her at
the school gate and walked down to the station a few yards in front of Brian as
he made his way too.
Rather than avert his eyes, as if they were entitled to stare at the
window, he held her gaze and much to his interest, she held his. Her class had
twenty eight pupils. They were all in Year Five, in the nine to ten age range. Other than her name, he knew nothing about her. She
had a round face, framed by light brown, almost blond, hair, that would have
come halfway down her chest had it not been tied back in a ponytail with a pink
scrunchie. Her cheeks were rosy beneath, brown sparkling eyes.
Her chin seemed to stick out slightly, as did her ears. Rather than detracting
from her looks, they made her look decidedly cute.
Beneath her unzipped quilted coat, she wore the regulation school uniform
of maroon jumper over a white blouse shirt, top button loose, with the maroon
and blue striped necktie, pulled well down. He glanced down the window and
could see her hands were folded over her pleated school skirt, under the wall
mounted table between them.
He must have held her stare for a couple of minutes. Her expression
never changed. It was as if he was looking at a sepia photograph of her through
the grubby rain covered glass. In the reflection, she moved her knees apart.
His eyes flickered down to where a gap of two or three inches had opened up,
affording him a flash of thigh an inch or two above her knee. He looked up at
her face. She was staring not at the window now, but at him. He’d looked where
he shouldn’t, she’d caught him and they both knew it.
She smiled at him. A silent message seeming to say: “I don’t mind.”
At that moment, the train slowed for yet another stop on his tedious
journey home. Her mother tapped her on the elbow and said: “This is our stop,
Beth. We’ll nip round to the 24/7 and get Granny’s shopping for her, then pop
in and see she’s OK for an hour or so and catch the
His mind was brought back to earth suddenly, as the woman said: “Aren’t
you Mr. Phillips from Beth’s school?”
He tore his eyes away from the child and forced a smile. “Yes,” he
replied, “I am the peripatetic teacher standing in for Miss. Priestly. I should
be there as a locum for another couple of weeks, or a little longer.”
The train lurched, when the brakes were applied as they neared the
station. “It’s been nice to meet you, Mr. Phillips,” she said holding out her
hand for him to shake. “I shouldn’t say this,” she said conspiratorially,
looking over her shoulder, as if the school board of governors were listening
in, “but Beth’s Maths and science have really improved in the few weeks you’ve
been teaching her.” She picked up her bag, as the train jerked to a standstill.
“Must go, come on Beth, let’s hope Granny is feeling
better than yesterday.” With that, she and Beth were gone.
* * * * * * * *
Brian arrived at school early the following day. He’d expected the train
to arrive late. In fact it was late, but he managed to board the earlier train
that was also delayed, arriving ahead of schedule. After the school assembly,
he headed for the class of year sixes for a maths lesson and the day started in
earnest. After that he had no class, followed by school break time. Afterwards,
he had Year Five for science. He had forgotten Beth was in this class. She
caught his eye as he walked into the room and holding her hand to shield her
mouth, gave him a bright smile. She was sitting in the front row, but he tried
to ignore her, concentrating on the pupils further
back, trying not to focus on any one child. Why was he so aware of her presence?
His eyes kept being drawn in her direction, but he managed to over-rule them,
forcing him to look elsewhere.
He demonstrated a couple of electromagnetic experiments, before asking
the children to write their notes on what they had seen. He sat at the desk at
the front and, knowing they were all writing, he glanced across at Beth. She
was sitting with her pen in her right hand and elbow propped on the desk,
supported her forehead with her left hand. Her tongue was just visible in the
corner of her lips, while she concentrated on writing.
Her knees were pressed together under the desk, facing at an oblique
angle away from him. The hem of her pleated skirt had ridden up two or three
inches above her knee. As if on cue, the knee nearest to him pivoted round,
while the other remained where it was for a second. Then, her whole body
pivoted round, until her knees were once again pressed together to her other
side. However, in that one second window, in slow motion, seeming to take
minutes, her thighs slowly opened up towards him, as he sat behind the
teacher’s desk. He could see her yellow panties and the little red hearts
printed on them as if they were inches away from him. He could see the way the
material was pulled into her cleft and the edges of her gusset failed to cover
the bulge at the side of her swollen labia. He stared for a fraction of a
second, as if a lifetime, at that glorious sight of the confluence of her thin
thighs she afforded him, before he forced his eyes upwards, only to find her
brown eyes staring back at him. She raised one eyebrow, while the corner of her
lips curled up in the hint of a smile. They both knew he’d been caught yet
again.
The rest of that lesson passed without incident, although the image
burned in Brian’s mind. He told the children about Michæl
Faraday and Humphry Davy and other heroes of science.
He wasn’t aware, but Brian had a way of captivating the childrens’ attention
when teaching any subject.
It was when he was just leaving the refectory after lunch,
Brian had a text message from the school principal’s office asking him to call
in. The school administrator smiled at him as he entered. “Hello Mr. Phillips,”
she said brightly, “thank you for coming so quickly. I have a little favour to
ask you. You don’t have to do it if you don’t wish to.”
“Ask away,” replied Brian, wondering what this could possibly be.
“I had a phone call from my friend, Olive
“Well,” she continued, “Olive’s mother has dementia. The doctors think she
doesn’t have long to live. Olive spends as much time as she can with her mother
and tries to visit every day, if she can, doing her shopping, cleaning, personal care. Well last night, she went round and it turned
out to be a difficult visit and Olive decided she can’t let Beth go there
anymore.”
“So where do I come in?” asked Brian reasonably.
“Well, Olive can’t afford childcare, especially at that time of the
day.” Brian nodded, knowing this was a problem for may
parents. “So she asked me if I had any ideas. Well I thought about it this
morning, then you came up as a possible answer.” He
blinked in puzzlement. “Let me explain,” she continued, “You live near the
station two miles from Olive’s mum. The idea I had was you could look after
Beth, while Olive goes to her mother’s. Olive would meet you on the train, like
last night, then get off at the station before yours, visit her mother, then
afterwards, catch a later train and come to your home, collect Beth and return
on the next train back to town.”
Brian sat down on one of the office chairs and looked at the
administrator, whose name was Sandra, unsure if this was a windup or not. No it
wasn’t 1st April. Neither could he think of any reason he could give
to get out of the request.
“So let’s get this right, Sandra” he said, summarising what he
understood she’d outlined. “I meet Olive and Beth
“Every day,” she replied, thinking he was bound to refuse. Brian sucked
air in through clenched teeth. He was about to shake his head and decline, when
a vision flashed through his mind of undersized bright yellow panties printed
with red hearts tightly fitted over a shapely mound and the little girl who’d
caught him three times doing so.
Brian had never looked at a young girl in a lascivious way and he’d
never done or considered doing anything inappropriate. The only exception was
Beth, who had caught him, not once, but three times; and that had started as an
accident. So he had a squeaky clean reputation and was trusted implicitly by
all the school principals in a radius of twenty miles from where he lived.
“Alright,” he said, “tell Olive I will give It
a trial run tonight. I shall be on the same train as last night and will meet
them on the platform. I will talk the idea through with her and we’ll see how
it goes. How does that sound? Is that fair enough?”
“That sounds very fair to me,” she said, relief showing clearly on her
face. “Olive is a very old friend of mine,” she continued, “we were at school
together and help each other out the best we can. Both our husbands left us at
about the same time and now we try to watch each other’s backs.” She didn’t
admit her relationship with Olive had been intensely lesbian in nature and had
been ever since they were preteens themselves. She recalled how grateful she
was to Olive’s mother, who had taught them all those years ago and now she was
dying.
He got up and moved to the door. As he reached for the handle, she said:
“Thank you Brian. I can’t tell you how much this is appreciated.
* * * * * *
The next class after lunch for Brian was maths with Year Five. Beth’s class.
Beth was a quiet, intelligent girl, who loved her learning and Mum and
Granny in equal measure. When she was little, Granny had always been so kind to
her and she loved visiting her. Recently, Mum had spent every spare minute
travelling over to see Granny as she began to become ill. Every time she saw
Granny, she seemed to be more distant, as if she was shrinking slowly away from
this world.
She smiled to herself, remembering back to when she was only five or
six, when she had stayed over at Granny’s and Granny had let her sleep in her
bed. It had always been their secret and when Beth cast her mind back, even
now, it made her little pussy tingle. Granny had taught her so much. She loved
learning things, which was why she also thought she loved Mr. Phillips. He was
the best teacher she’d ever had and she knew her science and Maths would score
higher grades this term just because of him.
When she thought of Mr. Phillips, it made her pussy tingle too. Last
night in the train, he’d looked at her panties. The first time was an accident.
Then she’d let him see them again, on purpose, as she got up from her seat.
Again this morning, he’d looked. She’d worn those yellow ones which had such a
narrow gusset. He’d blushed without realising it. Again she smiled in
anticipation. Mr. Phillips was taking the maths class. She had a surprise for
him.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,” he said as he strode into the
room. Brian always treated his pupils in this way, never calling them boys and
girls. As he reached the desk at the front, he held up a small net bag of
chocolate eggs. “Competition time.” He pointed briefly
at the desks to his left, “You’re team one,” indicating the centre, “team two,”
then to his right, “team three. What is the next number in the sequence: 0 – 1
– 8 – 27?”
There was a general hubbub, as the three teams got their heads together.
The children were whispering in each other’s ears, trying to work out the
conundrum. Beth never moved from her seat, but put her hand in the air and said
to her team-mates: “I know.”
“Go on Beth,” said Toni, knowing she was shy and needed encouragement, “tell Mr. Phillips.”
Time suddenly seemed to slow to a crawl for Brian, as every child in the
class looked at Beth, as she turned to face him and her knees parted as she
said: “Sixty four, Mr. Phillips.” Brian only half heard her words, because his
eyes were suddenly riveted to a tiny pair of lime green panties. Tiny because
they were obviously several sizes too small. Between her thighs, he could see
more flesh than cloth. The material had pulled tightly into her cleft, her
labia seeming to envelope the thin paltry cotton into their embrace. The vision
last for less than two seconds, but to Brian the image was imprinted in his
mind like a photo.
He blinked, forcing his mind back to the present. “Yes, correct, well
done Beth. Here’s the prize for team 3.” He handed over the net bag of
chocolate eggs. “Now I will explain about cubes and cube roots, and why the
answer to the question was 64.” He could feel Beth’s eyes following his every
move through the rest of the lesson, as he tried to avoid her magnetic gaze, at
the same time wondering why she had changed her yellow panties for the green
ones.
Beth knew her panties were now soaking wet. She would put the yellow
ones back on after the class. She’d stopped wearing the green ones last year,
when they got too small. She’d forgotten about them until this morning, when
she’d rummaged through her panty drawer looking for something to show him. She
didn’t really know why she had done it. All she knew she liked Mr. Phillips and
she knew he liked looking between her legs. She had seen his eyes as they
focused there. It had been only for a fraction of a second, but she’d seen the
instant he’d connected with her. The tiny rise in his eyebrows, the involuntary
twitch in his cheek, the sudden jerk in his chest as he unconsciously inhaled.
At the end of the class, he held up two more little bags of chocolate
eggs and said: “Teams one and two, you’ve done very well this afternoon, here
is your reward.” Beth grinned. Somehow she just knew he was going to do that.
She loved Mr. Phillips and wished she could get to know him better. She also
knew she only had five minutes between this class and the next. She had to get
to the girls room to change her panties and relieve the tingling which had
become almost unbearable in the last twenty minutes.
* * * * * *
Brian was still thinking about the events of the day as he walked out of
the school gates, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched against the cold wind as
he headed towards the town railway station. Suddenly he heard his name called
from behind. He turned and was face-to-face with Beth’s mother. “Hello Mrs.
They got to the barrier, flashed their train passes and headed for the
train waiting on platform 3. As usual it was busy and they had to walk through
the train almost to the last carriage before they found three seats together
free.
“Thank you for helping me out,” she gushed. “Sandra, in the office told
me you would be able to help me out. I am very grateful. You’re sure this isn’t
too much to ask?” she asked, knowing he couldn’t change his mind if he’d wanted
to.
“No, it’s no trouble at all, err… olive. What time do you think you
might call round to collect Beth?”
The question seemed to catch Olive guard, as if she’d not thought that
far ahead. “Umm, would
“Don’t worry about the time,” he reassured her, “I’m not doing anything
tonight, or any other night this week, other than perhaps preparing tomorrow’s
classes and catching up on a little reading. The important thing is to make
sure your mother is comfortable and has everything she needs.” Olive smiled
gratefully at him and nodded her thanks, suddenly gripping and squeezing his
forearm in her hand.
During the journey, as the train rattled along, Brian didn’t get any
flashes of panties, like he’d been given the previous night, because Beth was
sitting beside him, not across from him. Instead, she dutifully got out her
workbooks, which were spread on the table and made a start on her homework.
Olive made polite conversation, before announcing: “Oh yes, you’d better
have this, just-in-case.” She handed him an envelope. “It is a simple letter
explaining you have permission to look after Beth if anyone asks. It’s also got
contact phone numbers and that sort of thing in case there’s an emergency.
At last, the train pulled up at Olive’s stop and she quickly hugged
Beth, thanked Brian for the hundredth time and alighted onto a poorly lit
platform.
“How’s the homework going?” he asked the obvious question.
“I only have geography and French tonight. I’ve done the French already
and the ‘jog’ will only take another ten minutes.”
“Alright,” he said, “we’ll be at my stop in another couple of minutes.
Better pack up the books and finish the homework at my home.” She nodded and started
to clear up her papers. A minute later, the train started it’s
distinctive jerking, as it slowed for the next stop. Brian wondered if the
brakes had some sort of fault, or if the bored driver tapped on the brake pedal
for fun.
They alighted at the station along with half the remaining passengers.
As they walked to the exit, Brian was surprised, when he felt Beth’s little
hand slip into his. He didn’t react in any way, other than to squeeze her
fingers gently as they walked along side by side.
* * * * * *
“I like your house,” Beth announced, after she’d hung her coat up,
dumped her book bag on the kitchen table and wandered around the ground floor,
looking, touching, picking up everything of interest
which caught her eye.
“I’m glad you like it,” he responded, while looking into the fridge for
something to eat. “Do you like fish?” he asked, her pretty little nose wrinkled
at the question. “Umm, how about some chilli?” After
he exhausted the options of what was in the fridge, he said: “McDonalds?” Her
face instantly lit up.
“Mum says they’re full of things I shouldn’t eat,” she stated.
“So are we having fish, or McDonalds which your Mum won’t hear about
from me?”
She grinned conspiratorially at him. He opened up the online app on his
phone, while she spread her geography books on the table. By the time the
delivery arrived, twenty minutes later, she had finished and had laid the table
ready. They sat in silence on opposite sides of the small kitchen table, as
they started to eat. Then suddenly Beth, as if she was asking where he went for
his holidays, said: “Do you like looking at my panties?”
Brian’s life flashed before his eyes. It was one of those moments when a
million thoughts go though your head in a fraction of a second. He could lie,
bluff, pass it off as an accidental glance. But then
he knew she’d caught him each time so instead he said: “Why did you change into
the green ones, when the yellow ones you had on before looked very nice?”
“So you did look then?” She gave an enigmatic look at him through
slitted eyes.
“You did it on purpose,” he responded. “I don’t make a habit of looking
up my students’ skirts, you know,” he said defiantly. “It’s the quickest way to
lose my job.”
“Well you did this time,” she grinned openly, I saw you do it four
times. So answer my question: Do you like looking at my panties?”
Brian decided to take the bull by the horns. Denial could get him into
trouble just as easily as admitting his guilt. She knew what had happened and
might tell her mother or school principal if he upset her by lying. “Yes,” he
replied, “they were very nice panties on the very pretty legs of a very pretty
girl. On the one to ten panty scale, they score eight
or nine.” She grinned at his silliness.
“Hmm, thought so,” she muttered in response to his confession, as she picked up a French fry, dipped it in
some ketchup, inspected it, before biting off half of it. She seemed to move
her lips in an exaggerated way, pouting almost. At the same time, he saw a half
smile forming on those same lips.
The meal finished with nothing more on the matter being said, although
both knew the subject wasn’t closed. A tension seemed to be hanging in the air
as they cleared the table. Beth got a damp cloth and wiped up, while Brian took
the waste out to the rubbish bin.
“Can I watch some T.V., Mr. Phillips?” she asked politely.
“Of course you can Beth,” he said, “on condition that when you’re in my
home you call me Brian. I’m only Mr. Phillips at school, OK?”
“OK,” she smiled, holding up her hand, which he quickly high-fived.
They went through to the lounge. He sat down on the three seater couch,
in his favourite spot, picked up the remote control and switched on the T.V.
Beth sat on the other end of the seat, a two foot gap between them. He thumbed
the controls, bringing up the onscreen guide, before handing the controller to
her. “You might as well have this,” he said, “I don’t watch a lot of T.V. I
tend to watch movies.”
“Oh what movies do you like?” she asked with some enthusiasm.
“Oh, I quite liked that film Avatar: The way of Water and, what was that
other one, M3gan, which was about a lifelike doll, which takes on a character
of it’s own.”
“What was your all time favourite movie?” she suddenly asked.
“I think my all time favourite was one which Stanley Kubrick
made over sixty years ago about the relationship between a twelve year-old girl
and an older man. It was called Lolita. At the time it was hailed as a
wonderful groundbreaking movie, but today it’s rather frowned upon.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” she said. “Why do you like it?”
“Hard to say,” he said, having never thought it through himself, “I
guess it was the honesty and openness they had in their relationship, even
though their ages were so far apart. They loved each other. They had ups and
downs, like she wanted to meet boys her own age. In the end, she dies in
childbirth and he dies of heart failure caused by his grief.
“Can we watch it?” she asked avidly.
“I don’t think you’d enjoy it, Beth,” he said honestly, “but I have an
original copy of Blue Lagoon if you’d like to watch that. It’s about a boy and
a girl who are castaways on a desert island. The story is about how they grow
up and eventually have a baby of their own.”
“You said it’s an original copy,” she said astutely. “What does that
mean?”
“Oh, there was a lot of a fuss about the nudity in the film, with the
children swimming and running around with no clothes on. So after a while the
makers censored it and cut out scenes and blurred out their bodies. They spoilt
it, but as I said, I have an original copy. Shall we watch it?” She smiled and
nodded as he set the movie running.
Brian knew it wouldn’t matter if her mum arrived before the end, as the
last part has no nude scenes, just a happy family reunion and they all live happily
ever after.
It was only as the opening credits ended, Beth
had swung her legs up and folded them under herself as young girls do. Five
minutes later, he was aware her feet were up against his thighs, as she stole
more couch space off him. Five minutes more, they were both watching the
onscreen Emmeline and Richard, as they ran along the sand at the edge of the
sea, while Paddy remonstrated with them to put some clothes on. In the
following scene, Emmeline swims away from the camera, her thighs opening and
closing, her cleft and vagina following suit.
As that scene came to an end, Brian
realised Beth had turned in the seat. Her head was now resting on the armrest, while her
feet were both tucked under his leg, her knees pointing at the ceiling. He watched
out of the corner of his eye, trying hard to keep them on the T.V. screen. He
glanced quickly at her and smiled saying: “Enjoying the movie?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “I’ve never heard of it before. It’s really good.”
“You know Brooke Shields?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, she plays the
part of Emmeline as she grows older. I think it might have been her first film.” Beth turned to the screen with more interest.
Brooke Shields was one of her screen heroes. Her feet moved apart, one under
Brian’s bum, the other under one of his knees. Her own knees were pressed
together, her skirt pulled well down hiding her knees and upper calves.
The ship that might have rescued them, passing the island, was ignored by
Emmeline, who now was besotted by Richard. Then, Emmeline
steps on a venomous stonefish and becomes seriously ill. Beth leans
towards the screen in concentration, seemingly unaware her knees had parted a
couple of inches. Brian caught a flash of yellow out of the corner of his eye,
trying desperately not to turn his head.
Beth leaned back again against the arm rest as the
scene ended. She watched in awe as Richard did everything he could to save
Emmeline, unaware her knees had parted even further. Unaware Brian had now
turned his head to watch, unaware even that her skirt had ridden up as her
knees parted.
Brian looked at Beth’s yellow panties, drawn tightly
over her young body. The material seeming to follow the contours of every dip
and curve of her pudenda, her deep cleft showing as if painted yellow. Even the
little nub of her clitoris could be seen pushing at the material from beneath.
He heard a sharp intake of breath, and felt eyes studying him. He looked up
into her pretty face seeing an unreadable expression; a Mona Lisa smile;
something hidden deep in her mind only showing hints in her face.
Nothing was said, as they held each other’s stare for
five or ten seconds, before he felt movement as she let her knees spread even
further. Her left knee was pressed to the seat back, while her right was horizontal,
pointing at the T.V. screen. As her legs parted, the pleated skirt hem slipped
up her thighs to the top. Still he didn’t look, their eyes locked together.
Then she gave him an imperceptible nod, as if granting him permission.
He tore his eyes away and slowly, oh so slowly looked
down her body to the sight of his dreams. She was lying on the couch, her little legs spread out wide apart, the thin
yellow cotton stretched to the limit. To Brian, the sight of her camel toe was more sexy than if she’d been naked. It stretched all the way
from the dimple where her mound rose up, down between her puffed up labia to
where her vagina could be seen as a deep shadow through the cloth. Her perineum
a flat surface, before the crease of her bottom continued down and under, where
it met the seat cushion.
He openly stared. This wasn’t a secret classroom flash,
but an open salacious display given willingly by her, which he was equally
willing to accept, appreciate and be thankful for, as long as she was willing to
let him look.
“I knew you enjoyed looking at me,” she said after
several minutes of silence between them.
“You are right, Beth,” he muttered, seeing a dark patch
starting to appear over her vagina, spreading as he looked. A scent of little
girl musk caught his nostrils.
“You really are a naughty man,” she said through a
coquettish smile, “I wonder what the school principal would say if she could
see you now?”
“I wonder what she would say if she could see you now?”
he responded. She grinned and blushed at him.
Suddenly Beth swung round, her feet landing on the
floor, as she quickly stood up, her skirt dropping
back into place. “Where is the loo?” she asked. He pointed out the way and
picking up the remote, paused the movie, then rewound it to the beginning of
the scene they’d missed, as neither of them had been concentrating on it for
the last five or ten minutes.
She returned a few minutes later, brushing her skirt
straight as she did so and sat back on the couch, tucking her feet under his
legs as before, her knees tight together, her skirt
over them almost down to her ankles. He could see she’d combed her hair and the
smudge of McDonald’s ketchup on her cheek had gone.
“Ready to resume the film?” he asked. She nodded,
turning her face towards the T.V. The scene opened once again with Richard
trying to suck the poisoned sting from Emmeline’s foot.
This time it was only a matter of five minutes and her
knees parted a couple of inches in a re-enactment of what had happened before.
He tried desperately not to look, but as he failed and turned his head, her
knees clamped together, her face still facing the screen, a small smile on her
face. A game was being played and they both needed to play their parts.
Another five minutes passed and her knees parted again,
just the same two inches. Brian was patient this time and waited. Another few
minutes went by and the scene of the storm and childbirth seemed to captivate
Beth, as her knees suddenly fell outwards into the same positions as before,
her thighs now wide apart, her skirt now having slipped up to her waist.
Without trying to hide his actions, while she pretended to concentrate on the
screen, Brian turned towards Beth and looked, his
lower jaw dropping, his mouth open in astonishment. She’d changed her panties.
Instead of the yellow ones, she now wore the same green ones she’d worn this
afternoon in class. The ones which had to be several sizes
too small for her. Apart from the gusset being only an inch wide, he
could now see the waistband was half-way down her mound, almost as low as her
dimple. But what almost made him cum was the way the thin, almost transparent,
material pulled into her cleft, how her labia enveloped the gusset, as it
seemed to sink out of sight between them.
He sat and stared. He didn’t pretend. He ogled her,
looking at her pudenda only slightly disguised beneath the scanty green cloth.
Even from two feet away, he could feel the heat radiating from her, while her
arousal darkened what little he could see of her gusset, her intoxicating odour
pervading his being.
Beth was beside herself. She knew her favourite teacher
was staring at her most private place; only her thin green panties hiding the
little he couldn’t see. She’d had to dash to the toilet, to wipe the wetness
away and to quickly diddle herself to a rapid cum, just to ease the tension she
had felt building up in her since she’d got here. It was while she was there
she’d decided to put on those other panties she’d worn this afternoon, the
green ones. She’d seen his expression when she’d let him see them in class. But
now, here she was letting him see her wet, tight, panties hardly hiding her
pussy at all. It made her feel sooo horny; it was mmmmm. In that moment, she made a decision. She wanted him
to touch her. “Brian,” she said through her clenched teeth, in a little girl
squeaky voice, “would you like to………”
The doorbell chimed, ‘ding dong’. Both of them froze
for a second, their thoughts miles away from the movie, or Olive
* * * * * *
Beth came with the best climax of her whole short life. Her fingers were
moving at the speed of light as they strummed her hard clitty. Her head was
arched back, her chest and tummy curved like a bow, her bottom inches off the
bed as the intense pleasure swept through her beautiful body. Her eyes were
screwed tight shut, as her mind concentrated on visualising Mr. Phillips’s
face, while he stared at her wide open pussy. She knew he would love to look at
her without her panties on. Then she thought about him touching her there, and
she came once again, making her gasp out loud.
“Are you alright. Beth?” called her mother Olive from
downstairs.
It needed all her self control for Beth to shout back “Yeah mum, I’m
fine.”
Olive smiled to herself. She knew full well that Beth had a crush on Mr.
Phillips. She hadn’t stopped talking about him the whole way back home on the
train. When Olive was younger, she too had felt that way about one or two of
her teachers, and had always thought about them when she masturbated at night.
So she had no problem in letting Beth enjoy herself in her bedroom. She was
only nine, what harm could come of it?
Brian lay on his bed naked. His cock tightly held in a vigorous two
handed wank. The memories in his head overwhelmingly
stimulating. He knew he would cum in record time and it would be a
goody. He would need a shower afterwards; he knew he’d be covered in it.
* * * * * *
The following day, started like any other. The train was late, but Brian
was early and caught another, arriving at the school in plenty of time. As he
walked up the corridor, a voice called him. It was Sandra, the school
administrator. His heart skipped a beat for a moment, wondering if he was about
to be disciplined for what had happened the previous evening.
“I just wanted to thank you for helping my friend, Olive out,” she said
smiling brightly. “She called me first thing this morning. I can’t tell you how
hard she works to keep body and soul together and make a nice home for her and
Beth, then her mother falls ill. She needs all the help she can get, Brian, so
thank you again.” He responded with his own embarrassed
thanks. As he was leaving, she said: “Olive asked if you would be willing to
help each night after school. She thinks her Mum is on the downhill slope and
it’s only a matter of time now.” How could he refuse to help out? Anyway,
memories of Beth were so fresh in his mind, he wouldn’t have dreamt of
refusing. Sandra smiled at his back as she recalled Olive describing how Beth
had a crush on him and how she had masturbated so loudly.
The classes came and went through the morning. He didn’t have Year Five until
after lunch, when he had two back-to-back lessons with them; a history lesson
followed by maths. As usual, he launched straight in. “Good afternoon, ladies
and gentlemen, today we are going to learn about the Black Death, also called
Bubonic Plague. Who can tell me when it first came to
“Mid fourteenth century, Mr. Phillips.”
“Quite right, 1347 to be exact, well done
Beth. Over the next
few years one third of the entire population died from that terrible disease.
Then, over the course of the next few hundred years, it kept happening again
and again until the last major outbreak took place in London in 1665, when
100,000 died, which was a quarter of the population of the city.”
The children were enraptured by the lesson. Usually the lessons Miss.
Priestly gave bored them so much they didn’t listen. Nothing keeps the interest
of children more than a bit of blood, death and gore.
Beth was sitting in the same place as the day before, on the front row,
to the right as he looked at the class. She was concentrating on the lesson and
made notes as he spoke. She was sitting, her legs together, angled away from
him, as she had yesterday. Her hem was two or three inches below her knees and
beneath that were her immaculate white socks. He looked her in the eye and as
if he’d asked her, she twisted round ninety degrees, her knees now facing him.
But will her as much as he did, they remained resolutely together. He detected
a slight coquettish smile on her face, of innocent ignorance of what he was
thinking.
“Pull yourself together, man,” he told himself, “you’re a teacher, not a
letch.”
The class drew to a close. He allowed them a five minute break, while he
prepared his notes for the maths class. Some went to the toilet, others went to
the vending machine along the corridor, others remained
where they were, chatting to each other.
He called the class to order, as Beth, the last to return to the room,
quietly closed the door behind her and resumed her seat. She was different.
Somehow different, but he didn’t know why.
Ladies and gentlemen,” he started the class, “yesterday we explored
cubes and cube roots. Today I want to introduce a Greek gentleman to you. His
name was Pythagoras. He was a philosopher, lived over 2300 years ago and was
interested in many things including Religion, Politics, Mysticism, Music
theory, Metaphysics, Ethics and what we are interested in today, Mathematics.
The pupils were captivated, as he expanded on the life of Pythagoras,
their teacher explaining the theorem credited to and named after him about the
properties of right-angled-triangles.
Beth was so absorbed by the lesson, she quite
forgot the mischief she had planned. Then she suddenly understood the concept
of the square of the hypotenuse being equal to the sum of the squares of the
other two sides. But what amazed her was how Mr. Phillips – Brian, made it
sound so obvious, she wondered why she hadn’t known it
long ago. She just loved the way he taught them. It made her pussy tingle.
Suddenly she remembered what she had to do.
Brian glanced at his watch. The lesson had been a success. Not everyone
grasps the concepts of geometry, but he was happy that this time they had. He
looked across the front row and caught Beth looking at him, admiration in her
face. His eyes dropped below her desk, where her knees were still pressed
together. Then at that moment, they separated a few inches, her thighs partly
appearing.
Brian realised what was different. She was wearing tights (pantyhose).
He wasn’t sure, but he thought in this school, they weren’t permitted as school
uniform. Her legs glowed golden from the sheen of the sheer nylon. Her knees
moved once more, her thighs opening to his view. Despite being in a class of
just under thirty children, his eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open. Her
knees snapped together breaking the spell. Every eye in the room traversed to
Beth, where they saw nothing out of the ordinary. As the bell rang for the end
of the day’s classes and the children filed out, Brian had an image imprinted
in his mind. She had been wearing nothing under the tights. She had just shown
him her beautiful bare hose covered pussy. He never recalled the class emptying
out, but when he came to his senses, he was alone; well almost alone, he was
accompanied by one of the hardest erections of his entire life. He just hoped
it had gone unnoticed.
* * * * * *
As Brian walked towards the school exit, Sandra’s face appeared at the
door of her office. “Oh, Mr. Phillips, could you spare a moment?” He stepped
inside and closed the door. “Olive’s mother has had a bit of a turn. She was
called in a couple of hours ago. Would you mind escorting Beth to the train?”
“No problem,” he assured her. “Where is she now, do you know?”
“Yes, she’s waiting for you down at reception. She walked down there a
couple of minutes ago.” As she watched him go, she detected a change in him.
Yesterday she’d half expected him to refuse to childmind Beth. Now he seemed
almost enthusiastic to help. She wondered what had changed.
* * * * * *
They boarded the train, which left surprisingly on time. They were at
the front of the train and easily found some seats, where Beth immediately sat
and spread her homework books out on the table to do her work before they
arrived at Brian’s home. So Brian busied himself in jotting some notes in preparation
for the following day’s lessons.
“Fancy a pizza?” he asked as they walked out of the station atrium.
Without waiting for her reply, he added: “There’s a really nice owner managed
place we pass on the way to my home. C’mon, I’ll treat you.” As they walked, he
hoped she might treat him later.
They arrived at Brian’s house earlier than the previous night, full of
pizza and anticipation.
“Can we watch another movie?” Beth asked as they walked into his sitting room. She sat down in the same place as last night, on the end of the couch. He on the other. She quickly swivelled round and pushed her feet under his legs, like she had done the day before.
“Sure, what would you like to see? Frozen, Hotel Transylvania: Transformania, The King’s daughter, Belle? You name it, I’ll play it, if I can get it.”
She looked a little uncomfortable, as if she was unsure what to say.
Then she just came out with it and asked: “Can we watch Lolita?”
He was unsure what to say, but remembering her actions the previous
night and realising he himself was no better than Humbert,
the lead character in the story, he sighed and put the movie on.
“Yeah, this is what I want to see,” she said. Without looking at him,
she added: “What would like to see Brian?”
The film opened, introducing Humbert’s early
life and his first love, Annabel, who died just before they might have
consummated their love aged thirteen. It follows his early career and failed
marriage. Remembering Annabel, he retains a yearning for young girls who he
calls his nymphets. He moved to
It wasn’t long after, Beth suddenly said: “Humbert
is a teacher like you, Brian. He likes little girls too.” It was a simple
statement, but the truth of it reached right into the core of his being. He
could see the many parallels between himself and Humbert
in the film.
“Would you teach me Brian?” she asked. It was such a simple question,
but the ramifications were infinite. He felt her staring at the side of his
head, as he faced the screen. He slowly turned, looking at her. This time she
wasn’t teasing, coquettish or even smiling. Her face was serious, an expression
of hope. Both of them knew this was a watershed moment, when both their lives
could change irrevocably. All that was needed was for him to acquiesce.
His own expression softened from one of intense surprise. The corners of
his lips rose in the smallest smile. Equally simply, he replied “Of course I
will. We will learn together.” Still holding her gaze, he was aware that her
knees had dropped outwards, like last night. He raised his eyebrows in
question. She replied with the smallest nod.
He held her gaze for a few more seconds, before letting his eyes run
down her chest and tummy to…. She was still wearing those tights from this
afternoon. But as he looked, he could see they were almost transparent; the
thinnest sheerest nylon he’d ever seen and beneath, she wore…..nothing. He sat
there looking, studying, absorbing one of the most
wonderful sights he’d ever seen.
“God, that’s just so beautiful,” he whispered so quietly, she almost missed
it. It made her pussy tingle and her tummy feel warm inside. He liked her, she thought, he really liked looking at her. The tingles
intensified in her pussy, before they eased off. For a moment, she had thought
she was going to cum right in front of him.
Brian looked at her spread pudenda, only veiled by the misty haze of her
tights, hiding nothing at all. Her little thighs thickened slightly as they
neared her hips and curved into the delta of her girlhood. Her full mound
pushed at the nylon as if trying to escape, a broad dimple heralding the start
of her magnificent open cleft which plunged down and under her bottom. The hardened
nub of her clitty stood out from her cowl, just above the opening of her dark
mysterious vagina, which he could see just winked open enough for him to watch
her pale, damp hymen that seemingly moved with her breathing. Below, was her
perineum flat and smooth and taut and pink, then her bum crack with her tiny
anus part way down, seemed to be winking at him, as he blatantly looked at it.
His eyes flicked back up to hers. He could see she was enjoying him
looking, his eyes returned down. Memorising every dip, bump,
undulation and niche. She had beautiful thick, plump labia, which
although stretched open with her position, he knew would display the most
wonderful cleft if her legs were straight and together.
He must have stared at her for a full five minutes or more, watching her
vagina glistening with her arousal mucus as it flowed from her, soaking into
and darkening the nylon and running down into her bottom leaving a spectacular
snail trail of silvery, musky, scented little girl fluid.
Suddenly, the impossible happened. Even as he watched, her whole pussy
started to open and close in two or three second cycles. She threw her head
back and called out, as her spontaneous unexpected climax crashed in, sending
her into a spasm of ecstasy.
Beth leapt up, squealed “Oh my
“I’ve decided you are a very naughty teacher,” she said as she resumed
her position, her feet tucked under his legs, knees tight together, her skirt hem over her white knee socks. “You make me do
things I would never dream of doing if you weren’t there,” she said
matter-of-factly.
“But I haven’t asked you to do anything,” he said innocently.
“That’s what I mean. You just look at me, and it makes me feel all funny
inside.” Then, as if she’d been prompted, she said: “Now where did we get to
with Lolita? Oh yes, could you rewind it, I want to watch them do it again.”
Brian smiled to himself at her words, as he picked up the remote,
knowing in a few minutes she wouldn’t be concentrating on it anyway. But she
proved him wrong, and they remained like that, with her modestly sitting, while
the romance of the story unravelled onscreen. The first warning he had was when
he felt rather than saw her move. He studiously kept his eyes on the screen,
knowing that was her little test. From the corner of his eye, he saw her knees
part and her skirt slide up her thighs. He decided to test her instead, by
keeping his eyes on the screen. This went on for several minutes.
“You know you want to look, Brian, so why don’t you?” He couldn’t help
smiling, but kept looking forward. “Go on,” she urged, “I have another surprise
for my naughty teacher and I want to ask you something.” That got his attention
and with pretend reluctance he turned towards her, looking at her beautiful
face. She smiled and repeated: “You know you want to look, so why don’t you?”
He looked. He gasped. She had removed her semi transparent tights. It wasn’t
the fact he could see more of her, because he had already seen every sexy
millimetre of her, it was recorded forever in his mind; it was the fact that she
had removed the last barrier between her body and his eyes. She wanted him to
enjoy her body and she got pleasure from doing so.
Brian didn’t know how long he sat there looking at her. She was just so
beautiful in his eyes. Her whole girlhood was perfection personified. Her
liquid secretions ran from her open pink, coral and cream vagina in a
continuous trickle, down through her bum crack onto the cushion beneath her. It
glittered in the light as it flowed like mercury, making a dark stain beneath
her.
Something she’d said minutes or years ago finally penetrated his mind.
What was it? Then he remembered. “Thank you for my surprise,” he smiled, “I
liked it very much indeed. What was it you wanted to ask me?”
“Would you touch me?” she simply asked.
He didn’t move at all for a few seconds. Up until now, all he’d done was
look. He’d not asked her, coerced her or suggested she do anything. Everything
had been her doing. He’d been a teacher for twenty years and the one thing he
knew full well was touching was a jail sentence. Looking could be passed off as
his word against hers. Then, he knew he wanted to touch her more than any
desire he’d ever felt. He would risk anything to fulfil the desire he’d
secretly held all these years, which his conscious mind had never been aware
of, like Humbert in the movie. He now knew he had to
have her.
“I can do better than that, my darling. Do you trust me?” Her eyes
sparkled with excitement. This was the moment she’d dreamed of for the last two
weeks, since she first saw him walk into her class. She nodded, wondering what
he was going to do. Brian slipped onto the floor, kneeling. He quickly took her
calves, one in each hand and lifted them up onto his shoulders, pivoting her
round as he did. He quickly looked up at her face, seeing the wondrous
expression on her face as she realised what he was about to do, before she felt
his whole mouth engulf her pussy.
Beth couldn’t help herself. She’d cum without being touched earlier.
Suddenly she erupted again. She could feel such wonderful sensations coursing
through her young body. His tongue was exploring her. She felt it at her clitty
one moment, then dipping into her pussy, then into her bum. Then it flickered her clitty again, then she felt him suck her, as
if trying to taste every last drop of mucus in her body.
“Ooohhhhh goodddd
here it cummmsss again, yeesssss,
ahhhh,” she gasped.
Brian felt her whole pudenda jerk under his lips, as they sucked at her
vagina, her own labia seeming to pulse in response, while his tongue drilled as
deep into her as it could, pressing against her springy hymen, her little girl
mucus now flowing freely from her as though she were leaking.
Then she felt his fingers there. A new sensation coursed through her
young body as his middle finger slipped through the little hole in her hymen,
sinking deeper into her depths. Beth was beside herself now. Her orgasm,
instead of abating seemed to be intensifying, as she felt him sink deeper and
deeper into her. She’d been cuming hard for several minutes. He could have
raped her and she couldn’t have, wouldn’t have stopped him, so absorbed by the
intensity of her cataclysmic sensations which continually surged again and
again through her little body. But there was one more longing, one more tension
to be released, one more desire to be fulfilled. Deep
inside her she felt this tingling. She’d felt it every time she’d seen him in
class, driving her to do crazy things in the hope he would like her. Now,
though the feeling was so intense, it was driving her mad with need.
His finger sank deeper and deeper into her, feeling her exquisite
passage, wriggling as it moved against her most sensitive place, getting close
to that spot which so needed relief. She felt it touch ‘that spot’. Instantly,
she screamed. She’d had a wonderful orgasm before, but now her sensations went
off the Richter scale. Her calls of intense pleasure would be heard down the
street if he didn’t do something quick. But there was no need, because
For a moment, Brian wasn’t quite sure what to do. He knew she was OK,
because his finger deep inside her could feel her pulse still racing, while her
chest rapidly rose and fell with her breathing. So he just delighted in feeling
her, looking at her, enjoying her. After a few minutes, he realised she had
fallen asleep, a contented purring snore came from her lips as she settled into
a deep, exhausted slumber.
He knew her mother could call for her at any time. He needed to wind things up. There
was just one more thing he needed to do. With his finger still inches inside
her vagina, he used his other hand to unfasten his belt, unclip and drop his
trousers and pull his boxers down, releasing his raging erection. He could just
reach the coffee table where there was a small pack of tissues. He was working
his cock hard as soon as the wad of tissues was freed from the pack and only
just got there as he exploded over the nine year-old child. Despite his best
efforts, some drips still dribbled down onto her mons and into her cleft,
joining her own girlie secretions.
Brian suddenly came to his senses. The place was a mess, she was half
naked, as was he, a dodgy film was playing the last few scenes onscreen and the
place must smell as if an orgy had taken place. He quickly dressed, cleared
things up, put a children’s video on to play, opened windows at the back of the
house, found her panties in her bag and without even waking her, managed to
slip them up her legs, before pulling her skirt discreetly down to her socks.
He lay her along the length of the couch, still
sleeping. He had just shut the windows, when the doorbell rang.
“Hello Olive,” he welcomed her in. “Would you like a coffee?” She nodded
and entered.
She smiled when she saw Beth asleep on the couch, looking so innocent.
If only her mother looked as peaceful as Beth. She heard Brian in the kitchen
rattling cups. “How is your mother today?” he asked, as he came back into the
room clutching two steaming mugs. Her expression gave him all the answer he
needed. “That bad, hey?” she just nodded sadly.
“Well don’t worry about Beth,” he soothed. “She’s no trouble at all. In
fact I was just thinking I wish all my students were like her.” He tried not
smile as he put the mugs down on the table coasters. “Seriously, though, how is
your Mum?”
“Doctors say her dementia is only part of the problem,” she said,
seeming happy to unload her burden. “Because she was confused, she never said
she felt pain. Pancreatic cancer. Now beyond
treatment, so we agreed to start end of life treatment.” She looked at him. “I
know Beth likes you, Mr. Phillips…”
“Brian, please Olive,” he interrupted.
“…. Brian,” she continued. “Mothers know more about their daughters than
they realise. My Mum understood me and I understand Beth.” She paused, took a
sip of coffee before she continued: “Beth looks up to you. She says you’re the
best teacher she’s ever had. She loves learning, but sometimes doesn’t connect
with the teacher and so progress is slow. But in your subjects, even I can see
she has advanced in leaps and bounds. You must be on her wavelength. But
there’s more.” Again she paused and sipped from her mug. “She has a crush on
you, Brian. Beth’s father was gone before she was even born. She craves a
father figure. I know she sees that in you. I see it too. Someone she can
relate to, who can guide her, teach her, be there for
her. Someone she deeply respects. She is going to be so upset when you move on
and Miss. Priestly returns to the school.”
Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“I’m sorry,” she continued, “I have embarrassed you. I have only spoken
my mind. But I have a favour to ask of you, err Brian.
You have already been such a help, I hesitate to ask, but I have no one else to
ask.”
“Ask away,” he said, smiling, “I can always refuse if it’s my body you’re
after.”
She smiled politely at his weak joke. “No, in the next few days, I am
going to be told my Mum has hours to live and I need to know Beth is somewhere
safe, where she is happy to be and can still get to school. I wondered whether
you would be willing to help me out?”
“If I can I will,” he said, feeling silly about his earlier quip, “what
do you want me to do?”
“From tomorrow, would you be willing to let Beth stay over, here at your
house? Then in the morning, bring her to school?”
“I, err, I,” he muttered, “would have to clear
it with the principal. I don’t know how the ethics committee would see the
situation.”
“I have sounded out Sandra. She says your vetting procedure was
completed just before you joined our school. Your criminal records check glows
brighter than a halo. I am happy with that. So if the principal says ‘OK’, will
you do it for me? Please say you will.”
“I suppose I could……”
“Oh thank you Brian, you are a star.” She leaned over and kissed his
cheek, making him blush. He hoped Beth’s pussy juice couldn’t still be smelt on
his face.
At that moment, Beth stirred. She stretched and with a half smile of
contentment, opened her eye in thin sleepy slits. “Hi Mum,” she said quietly,
“how’s Granny?”
“As well as can be expected, darling.” Replied Olive.
“I was just thanking Mr. Phillips for looking after you,” she said changing the
subject. “Would you mind if you had to stay over with him for a day or two? I
might need to stay with Granny for a few days.”
Beth’s face lit up. Her mother instantly realised staying with Brian was
not going to be a problem. “Well, we’ll speak about it more in the morning. In
the meantime, young lady, it’s time I got you home to bed.” She turned back to
Brian and said: “Thank you again. I will leave a suitcase with Sandra tomorrow
with all her things.” She looked at her watch. “If we’re quick, we can just
catch the next train back to town.” With that, they were gone.
* * * * * *
The following day soon came round. Being Thursday, the school had gym,
swimming classes and various sports in the afternoon and lessons only in the
morning. Brian didn’t have Year Five that day, so didn’t see Beth until
lunchtime, when she came to his table at the end of lunchtime. There were other
teachers present, who took little notice of the nine-year-old, when she came to
the table and said: “Mr. Phillips, my Mummy asked me to give you this.” She
handed him an envelope with his name written in neat handwriting. He thanked
her and slipped the envelope into his class notes.
He had a class of Year Twos and threes next, who were exempt games for
various reasons. Whereas before his mind never drifted away from the subject he
was teaching, he found himself taking glances up the skirts of some of the six
and seven-year-olds and being rewarded with flashes of white, pink, blue, green
and in one case, he was almost sure, skin! He quickly pulled his mind back onto
the English class he was trying to teach. But all the time his mind kept
wandering to Beth and what may happen later that evening.
While the class was reading a couple of pages for composition, he pulled
the envelope out of his file. There were two sheets of paper enclosed. One was
a letter headed “To Whom it may Concern” stating that he had her permission to
take Beth home and fuck the arse off her. Well, it didn’t quite use that
phraseology, but as far as Brian was concerned, that’s what it would amount to,
he hoped. The other piece of paper was written in Beth’s own hand writing. All
it said was: “I have another surprise for you.” His cock lurched at the words.
* * * * * *
Brian pulled the case along the pavement. It was the type with an
extending handle which everyone uses through airports. As he walked along, it
made a clackety-clack sound as the wheels passed over
the cracks in the paving slabs. It had got dark early tonight with the heavy
cloud, which had now turned into continuous drizzle. The station wasn’t too far
and when they arrived they felt like two lovers caught in a summer shower,
laughing. Their train had been delayed and a kind station employee pointed out
the ladies waiting room had a fire burning and as he had a little girl with
him, it would be alright to go in and wait there.
The waiting room was at the far end of the platform, and only had three
or four ladies sitting waiting for their various trains. They all looked up at
Brian and Beth as they entered. They probably all assumed that they were father
and daughter and each resumed reading their Mills & Boon novels, newspapers
or whatever they had been killing time with.
As they sat there, Beth got out her homework and made a start. She knew
when they got to Brian’s house, homework was the last thing she’d be interested
in doing. Brian looked around the grubby room, listening to the sounds of the
railway station outside. He suddenly smiled thinking. When he was very young,
he had seen a film about a couple who met in a waiting room very much like this
one. It had stared Celia
Their train was announced. It was only half an hour late and by the
standards of recent reliability, Brian felt that
wasn’t too bad. They were able to get seats together. Brian put Beth’s suitcase
on the rack, sat and as usual, started to make notes on the following day’s
classes, while Beth finished her homework.
“What do you fancy eating tonight?” he asked, as they walked hand in
hand from the station forecourt.
She hesitated before looking up at him and in a low voice said: “Your
cock of course.”
Brian’s heart missed a beat. Did this nine-year-old just say that? Yet
he knew she did and he knew she would. She added that she was doing the main
course, he the starter.
They called into the fish and chip shop round the corner from his house
and were soon sitting in his kitchen enjoying the battered cod. When they
finished, Brian cleared the wrapping paper away.
He was about to ask her what movie she’d like to watch, when Beth
suddenly said: “Would it be alright if I had a bath?”
“Certainly,” he replied, “there should be plenty of hot water at this
time. I might even have one after you.”
She suddenly blushed beautifully and said: “I saw your bath upstairs, it’s big enough for two.”
“Are you sure it’s what you want?” he quietly asked. “You know what it
might lead to?”
Although her face was almost scarlet now, she looked at him in that
determined way of hers, he respected so much, which she used in class, when
other children were staring at her, but she wanted to get her point across. “I
know exactly what it will lead to. I love you Brian,” she said, looking him in
the eye. “I know you really liked looking at me before and I want you to teach
me. Will you teach me? I want to learn everything.”
“Yes, my darling,” he said holding her stare. He reached across the
table and added: “Shall we go up?”
Brian owned one of those egg shaped high sided baths with taps at the
side, designed so two can sit leaning against the ends facing each other. He
turned the water flow on and added a generous amount of bubble mixture still in
the cupboard from when his wife was alive.
“May I undress you?” he asked simply as he joined her in his bedroom.
She smiled, hoping he would and stepped closer to him. “But there is something
we haven’t done yet and we need to do first.” She frowned in puzzlement. “I
have never kissed you.”
Beth grinned at him, nodding. He was right. She had displayed herself to
him brazenly several times. He had licked her out last night until she couldn’t
stand it any longer, and yet they’d never kissed.
He sat on the end of the bed and guided her to sit on his lap crossways.
He wrapped her in his arms and she threw hers around his neck. She pouted her
lips and pushed them hard against his, teeth clashing.
“Wow, slow down Beth,” he gasped. “Follow my lead. Do everything I do.”
He gently pressed his lips to hers, then opened them a fraction, feeling hers
do the same. He opened a little more and pressed his tongue lightly to her
opening. He immediately felt her tongue touch his. In moments, their tongues
were performing the dance
of love. Beth started to pant through her nose, her tongue now
moving quicker in and out of his mouth, chasing his tongue, while her grip on
his neck tightened.
“Well, that’s the first lesson in kissing,” he said as he finally pulled
away from her, “You passed the test with a score of A1.” She giggled, trying to
kiss him again. He held her away, rising, “I’d better check the bath water
before it overflows.” She heard the water stop flowing in the bathroom as she
sat on the bed waiting. She realised all her nervousness and uncertainty had
gone. She wanted this, really, really wanted this. “Now,” he said as as he returned, “Time for me to undress you. You can make
yourself useful too.” She looked at him wondering what he meant. “You can undress
me at the same time.”
They stood face to face, he smiling, she grinning. They both reached
forward and started to lift the other’s woollen jumpers up and off. Brian had to bend forward to help. But it
stuck over his head, making them both start to laugh. At last it was pulled
free, but they were still giggling. They started to unbutton each other’s
shirts, waiting until all the buttons were loose, before reaching up and
slipping their fingers under the collars over their shoulders, slipped them
down their arms, watching as the garments dropped to the floor.
They both looked down. Beth saw Brian’s thick blond, curly chest hair.
She reached out and ran her fingers through it, combing the curls. It made her
pussy tingle, seeing and feeling his six-pack chest.
Brian also reached both his hands out, his fingers running down from her
shoulder, over the rise of her chest to her tiny brown areolæ, each with a ring
of tiny pink goosebumps surrounding perfect nipples little larger than pencil
erasers. As he looked, he realised they were slightly raised from her chest,
and hard with arousal.
Their hands moved on down, seeking the buckles holding his trousers and
her skirt and seconds later they were both standing in just their underwear.
While she looked at the huge bulge of his erection pushing his boxers out, he
gasped at the semi transparent panties she was wearing, hugging shape, hiding
little. They only looked for moments, before reaching down, pushing the elastic
waist bands down. Beth stared at the first erection she had ever seen. His
seven inch cock, nearly as thick as her wrist, was pointing at her face, a thin
glittering spider web drip finding a path to the floor.
Brian looked at Beth in awe as she stood before him, feet eighteen
inches apart. He’d already studied between her thighs in great, pleasurable
detail, but now, for the first time, he could see her whole body. Her abdomen
dipped in below her ribcage. His eyes moved down, her innie tummy button punctuating
her flat skin, before the rise of her plump mons, which seemed to him shaped
like a half egg long and narrow, split with a deep cleft, curling down and
under her. He was mesmerised, seeing her wide, deep dimple seeming to pulse,
below which her hood was just showing, hiding her clitoris, which he’d met so
intimately the night before. “Beautiful,” he gasped. Nothing more needed to be
added. She was perfect.
“Please turn around,” he asked, watching as she moved in profile,
pausing for a moment, letting him see just how proud her mound was, her bottom
projecting out behind, balancing her tummy out front, then facing away, her
buttocks seeming to fill his vision. She was slight of build and he could just
make out the line of her ribs and the slight narrowing of her waist, soon to be
accentuated by puberty, her bottom rose out before curving down, split by her
wonderful crack. Her feet were just far enough apart for him to glimpse her
tiny anus. He so wanted to clasp her buttocks, to push his rampant cock between
them, but knew everything comes to he who waits. “Beautiful,” he repeated,
“let’s have that bath.”
They walked into the bathroom. He held her hand as she stepped over the
high side of the tub, leaning back at one end, splashing water over some of the
bubbles covering the surface. Brian climbed in the other end, being careful not
to step on her legs. For a moment he sat, before leaning back, his bottom
sliding towards her as his shoulders sank beneath the bubbles.
Beth started to giggle. He looked at her pretty face just above the
water, and realised what she found funny. His rampant cock was stick up out of
the water, like a pink lighthouse. Even as he watched her face, she became
serious, glanced at him, seeking permission, before slowly reaching out her
hand and touched it with a feather light finger.
“You can hold it if you like,” he said quietly. Without taking her eyes
off his crown, she opened out her hand and her fingers curled around his shaft,
moving all the time, feeling his shape, hardness, exploring for the first time.
She found his foreskin slipped down when she held his end as she moved down,
his glans pushing through the skin. She let go, as if
it had burnt her fingers. “It’s alright,” he reassured, “you can pull it all
the way down if you want.” She resumed her grip and tenderly pushed downwards,
watching with fascination as his purple, helmet shaped glans
appeared. She saw pre-cum oozing out of the little hole at the end and dabbed a
finger there, watching when she lifted it as a spider web like line of mucus
joined her finger to his cock, stretching longer and longer.
She leaned forward so she could get a closer look and without
hesitation, took hold of him with both hands, one above the other and
instinctively started to move up and down his length. He let her do this for a
minute or so, before he put his hand over hers and said: “Do that any more and
you might get a shower as well as a bath and then the fun will end.”
She laughed as she let him go, leaning back against the end of the bath
once again. “Wanna give me a wash, Brian?” she asked,
letting her chin sink in to the bubbles, blowing a little cloud of them towards
him.
He picked up the bar of soap and lathered up his hands. Grabbing one of
her feet, he ran his soapy hands along her calves, knees and mid thighs. Soaping
up again, he repeated it with the other leg.
“I want you to get up, Beth,” he said, soaping up his hands again, “kneel
either side of my legs, facing away from me, so I can wash your back.” She was
quickly in position, as he washed her shoulders and arms, then her back, before
massaging soap into her wonderful tight buttocks. He soaped up his hands again
and ran his fingers up and down her crack, dipping into her anus each pass. He
then rubbed the bar of soap up and down her valley a few times, ensuring it was
really slippery and dropping the soap in the water, brought his middle finger
to her anus and very carefully pushed in.
“Would you bend over for me Beth?” She put her hands on her knees and
leaned forward, feeling his finger slip slowly into her bottom. He didn’t go in
too far just yet. He wanted to let her know he was interested in her whole
body, not just her pussy and soon pulled his finger out.
“Come and sit on my lap,” he said, as he placed his hands on her hips
and guided her down. As she sat, she felt his long, thick cock push up between
her thighs and when she leaned back against his chest, she felt it nestle
nicely into her cleft, his crown sticking up in front of her mound a couple of
inches, as though it was her cock.
Brian curled his arms around her chest in a warm hug, letting her settle
comfortably. At last, picking up the soap once more, stretching around her
front, he slowly washed her chest, letting his fingers flicker over her small
but hard nipples, making her breathing quicken. His hands slipped down and
pretended to wash her abdomen, fingers dipping into her tummy button, making
her giggle. The fingers of both hands arrived at her mons together, slowly
moving up it’s rise, feeling her shape, soft skin over
firmness beneath, finding her dimple, one finger slipping in, while others
massaged her mound, while her breathing quickened again.
It was only the movement of a quarter of an inch and his finger found
her clitty poking up from her cowl, hard, hot, aroused and as soon as he touched
it, her back arched involuntarily away from his chest, as she emitted a gasp.
Her hands suddenly reaching for her own flat boobs, as the new, but now
familiar sensations once again shot through her lower body. She uttered a
guttural sounding almost like despair, but was instead deep, deep pleasure.
Brian felt her thighs tense either side of his hard cock. She crashed into
another intense orgasm, her belly lifting up and splashing water, as she
slapped down again.
Beth called out once more, “Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, hahhh, hahhhh, yesssssss.”
Brian couldn’t believe the intensity of her climaxes, but more
importantly how quickly they consumed her little body. He wondered how long
this would continue for, as he applied such little pressure to her clitty, while
she enjoyed one of the most spectacular orgasms.
He continued to strum her and she continued to call out and clamp her
thighs either side of his cock in a wonderful sensation as close to fucking as
possible without it happening. He didn’t expect to cum yet, although he was now
feeling super sensitive, but then he felt her fingers suddenly find the
underside of his cock and press him hard into her cleft, his frænulum being massaged unintentionally expertly by her
tiny finger tips. He knew the dominoes of his own climax were toppling passed
the point of no return.
“Look down Beth,” he simply stated. She felt him swell against her
fingers and inner thighs. She lifted her head from under his chin and looked
down, just as a tiny white bead of creamy fluid oozed from his tip. She looked
closer, then he seemed to explode and a whole jet of cum shot from him straight
into her faces, hitting her between the eyes and along her nose. Before she
could blink another spurt came out almost as quick and powerful as the first,
hitting her chin, leaving a line along her chest. The next few spurts were less
voluminous and covered her tummy and mound. Every pulse of cum seemed to
coincide with another deep spasm of her own. She’d once been told sex was
messy, but she’d suddenly learned how much pleasure could be derived from it as
well. She already craved whatever he might teach her next, her wonderful
teacher.
Without her thinking, Beth’s tongue, came out and licked along her lips. She tasted
semen for the first time. She knew what it was. Friends had told her about
blowjobs. Some said it was disgusting, some yucky and some OK. Beth decided it
was OK. She was pleased, because she wanted to make Brian as happy as he had
made her feel, and if he would enjoy a blowjob, then she would give it to him.
After the earthquake of their mutual orgasms subsided and the water
stopped slopping over the side of the bath, Beth flipped over and cuddled into
his front, her knees either side of his hips, his still tumescent, but
softening cock pushing into the valley of her bottom. Her arms wrapped as far
round his body as she could reach, her cheek was pressed to his hairy chest,
her ear above his heart listening to the boom, boom, boom
as his pulse gradually slowed.
How long they remained like that, neither knew nor cared. It was the
cooling of the water which drove them out. Soon, they were both wrapped in
large, soft, fluffy towels and went through to his bedroom. Neither even
considered she would want to sleep in her own bed as they dropped their towels
and slipped under the covers, cuddling, trying to get warm again. After a few
minutes, Brian was aware of little fingers moving over him, exploring,
touching, feeling and learning. This girl always wanted to learn. He was only
too willing to teach her.
Brian dozed for a time and when he, awoke, he had no idea how much time
had passed. He opened his eyes to find Beth’s face less than a couple of inches
from his, a grin forming, knowing he was now awake. He felt her move against
him. Then he became aware of two things simultaneously. First she was fondling
his already erect cock and secondly, he knew he was ready. It must have been
hours since he came. He glanced at the bedside clock and realised that, in
fact, it was only
Without saying a word, she moved down his body, so she could inspect him
more closely; or so he thought, but then he felt her tongue on his tip, then
her lips, then her mouth surrounding him. He reached down and took hold of her
legs below her knees and in a quick movement, lifted her up and across. In a
moment she was lying along his front, her legs either side of his head, her
mouth still encompassing his cock; it was a classic 69 position.
He waited a few seconds, enjoying the way she sucked and rubbed and
licked and massaged him in her mouth. Then, he brought his mouth to her cleft
and, encompassing her whole pudenda in his mouth started to give her the
pleasure which he knew would make her cum in seconds. He wasn’t disappointed and
neither was she. Her distinctive moaning vibrated along his cock, increasing
the pleasure she gave him, making him harder, stiffer, more aroused.
He used every technique he knew, to give her as much pleasure as he
could. Her orgasm continued non stop, her clamping vagina testified to the
intensity, her calls of utter joy confirming what he already knew. It was only
a couple of hours since he’d cum, and he knew he could make this last. And it
did. Finally, Beth called out: “Enough! Can we stop for a minute? I can’t take
it any more and besides, my mouth needs a rest.”
Brian rolled onto his side and suggested they cuddle for a while. She
spun round and moved up the bed, her back now against his chest, his arms
automatically enveloping her little body. She shuffled back, her bottom against
his belly, his knees under her thighs, spooning together.
“You’re not cross with me are you?” she asked “You know for not making
you cum in my mouth.”
“Not at all, my darling girl. Besides there are so many other ways of making
love, we’ll just try another and another.” He curled his stiff cock along her
cleft, pre-cum making everything so slippery. It dipped into the entry of her
vagina, lodging there just for a second.
“Do you want to….you know, do it to me?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“Yes my darling,” he replied, “I want to do it very much; but I also
want to make it special for you, so not tonight. Tonight we just get to know
each other better. Tonight I will let you do anything else you want.”
“You can do anything you want, if you like,” she giggled.
He moved his cock back and forward a few more times, letting his cock
settle deep into her cleft. “Hmm that’s nice,” she muttered sleepily, “would
you make me cum again…..?” Suddenly, she was asleep,
her little snore buzzing quietly.
Over, the next twenty minutes, Brian explored every inch of her, he could reach, with his finger tips. His crown had
moved back and forth continuously through her cleft, finally resting in the
recess of her bottom. He touched her tiny nipples, feeling them pucker up in
arousal. She might be asleep, but her subconscious was wide awake, enjoying
what he was doing to her.
He cuddled tighter into her, holding her body against his and just
stayed still, enjoying the feel of her warmth as she breathed in her sleep,
heart beating gently under his hand holding her flat breast.
He was almost dozing off himself, when he felt a tiny movement. His cock
which had been pressed to her bottom, slipped in a fraction. He felt his crown
pushing through his foreskin and into her rectum. He didn’t add or remove pressure, he just lay like that, wondering what would
happen. A few minutes passed and once more he felt movement and his helmet
shaped glans popped through the tight elastic cuff of
her sphincter. Still not moving he waited. Then at last, he felt his end start
to slide slowly into her, inch by glorious inch, until at last his pubic hair
was pressed into the softness of her buttocks.
“You’re in my bum,” she muttered from under the covers.
“Yes,” he confirmed, “it’s really nice. Do you want me to pull it out?”
“No, if you like doing it there, I don’t mind. But on one condition.”
“What’s that?” he wondered out loud.
“While it’s there, you have to make me cum. Deal?” she said.
“Deal,” he agreed, reaching down to her mound, seeking her slippery cleft,
finding she’d already lifted her knee to grant him better access. Like before,
he’d hardly even touched her swollen clitty, before he felt her rectum clamp on
his cock, as her climax returned. He couldn’t believe how sexually supercharged
this girl was. He didn’t have to thrust into her, although he did from time to
time, because her clamping was giving him all the pleasure he desired. He gave
her all the pleasure she could handle and in return, her rectum gave his cock
all the pleasure it desired. Finally, he felt the unmistakable tensioning in
his prostate, as his semen surged up from his balls, along his shaft, and
exploding seven inches into her bowels, making her call out with the new
sensation of him cuming inside her. Spurt after spurt went into her bum as he
unloaded the biggest cum of his life, into the love of his life.
“Cor that was nice,” said Beth after about ten
minutes of remaining silent and still. Brian moved to pull out, but she called
out: “No, leave it there, I like it. Let’s sleep like this.” And so they did.
* * * * * *
They would have overslept if Brian’s Alexa
alarm hadn’t called them. His semen had dried in her, sticking them together,
making them laugh as they tried to separate. Brian had to struggle to peel
himself free, remembering as a child how his father had thrown a bucket of
water over two dogs who’d got locked like this.
Finally they managed it. They took a quick shower together, with Brian making
sure there was no semen left to leak into her panties, by pushing his middle
finger as far into her as he could. As soon as she could turn around, she
washed his cock several times, saying: “I think I need to make sure it’s extra
clean.”
They had a quick breakfast and were soon out of the door, heading for
the train station and school. When they boarded, they had the carriage to
themselves, until they reached the next station, when it seemed to really fill
up.
“Today’s Friday,” Brian said as they found their seats, “Is there anything
in particular you’d like to do tonight?”
She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read before she said:
“Could we go on a date, Brian? You know, see a movie, have a nice meal, go somewhere different. So I will always remember.”
“Remember what?” he said stupidly.
“My first time, of course,” she said, giving him a stern look.
“Yes, darling,” he soothed, realising his faux pas, “tonight we will go
anywhere, do anything you like. Tomorrow is Saturday. We can have a lie in and
if you’re not too sore after tonight, we will do anything you want. Oh we’re
stopping at the next station,” he said looking out of the window. “Looks like
the train will be crowded.”
* * * * * *
Through that long day, time seemed to crawl by for them both. Brian
tried to put as much effort into the classes as he could to make them as
interesting as possible. He had Year Five three times during the day and Beth
seemed, understandably distracted. But she made up for it several times by
putting her feet on the cross rail under the desk and spread her legs out for
him to see her tight white panties. During the second class, she did the same,
except she had removed the panties. Then in the third class, she managed to
wriggle her hands under her thighs, fingers reaching her pussy, which she was
holding wide open for him to see deep into her. Her antics made her laugh
silently and his day drag by even more slowly.
At last the time came. As he walked along the corridor towards the
reception, Sandra’s face peered out of her office door. “Ah, Mr. Phillips,” she
said, “I’m glad I’ve caught you, could you spare a moment?”
She closed the door behind him as he entered. “I thought I should just
forewarn you, Olive’s Mum has taken a turn for the worse. Olive thinks it won’t
be too long. They’ve got her on morphine, so she isn’t in any pain now. Olive
hasn’t left the hospice for two whole days. She asked me to ask you if you are
happy looking after Beth?” She paused while he nodded and murmured his assent.
“She’s ever so grateful, Brian,” she continued. “She says she’ll make it up to
you when this is all over.” Sandra had a look in her eye as if she knew how her
friend intended to thank Brian. As far as Brian was concerned, she’d already
done that through Beth.
* * * * * *
“We’ll catch a late train,” announced Brian as he and Beth walked out of
the school main entrance. “I thought we would walk down to the multiplex
cinema, have a bite to eat and watch the movie of your choice. It’s Friday
night, family night. There’s plenty of films to suit
younger audiences.”
“What if I don’t want to watch something suitable for younger
audiences?” she teased. “What if I want to watch a porn film?”
He laughed, “Do you think in your wildest dreams you, a
nine-year-old would be allowed in to see one of those?”
“I know, shame isn’t it,” she giggled, “we’ll just have to watch that
new Disney cartoon, won’t we?” She looked around to make sure they weren’t
overheard. “Then afterwards, we can have the real thing.” His cock twitched at
the thought. Then it went rock hard when she added. “You can film that if you
like, Brian. You won’t need to go to the cinema after that.” She giggled and
squeezed his hand as she started to skip along beside him.
They ate in a small privately owned steakhouse next to the cinema,
before going in to see the film. Just as the adverts and previews started up, a
voice said: “Hello Beth, how’s your Granny?” They both
turned and Brian recognised another girl
from Year Five, who’s name he knew was Toni, together with a woman who
was so like her, she had to be her mother, together with one of the year three
girls, who he guessed was six, or more likely seven, called Terri. Beth turned
and smiled at her friend. “Oh, hello Mr. Phillips,” said Toni, “I didn’t
realise it was you.”
Brian quickly explained about Beth’s grandmother and why he was looking
after her. He leaned over towards the woman and whispered that Beth’s Granny
was on end of life treatment right now. She turned sorrowfully to Beth and
said: “So the most popular teacher in the whole school has brought you to the
cinema to watch a film. Isn’t he kind?”
“Yes,” acknowledged Beth, smiling up at Brian.
They settled down. There was Terri, then Terri and Toni’s Mum, then
Toni, then Brian then Beth; Toni and Beth, the two friends both wanting to sit
either side of their favourite teacher. But they hadn’t reckoned on Terri, who
decided she wanted to be closer to her favourite teacher too, not on the far
end of the line. She got up and squeezed along the row and standing in front of
Brian, demanded she sat next to him.
“Shush,” said their mother, who had introduced herself as Sam. “Toni and
her friend are sitting next to Mr. Phillips.”
“But that’s not fair,” she said, her voice rising in the quiet cinema.
“Quiet,” said her Sam, “or I will take you home.”
Terri pouted, but stood her ground. Then, just as they saw she was about
to create again, Brian said: “Terri, would you like to
sit on my lap?” She looked at Sam, who smiled with relief and nodded. Brian
reached forward and lifted the little girl up onto his lap. She immediately
leaned back against him, put her thumb in her mouth and five minutes after the
film started, started to fall asleep.
Brian looked across at the girls’ mother and indicated his coat on the
floor by their feet. Realising what he meant, she picked it up and laid it
across Terri to keep her warm, while she slept on his lap. Brian looked and
smiled at Beth, then down at Terri. Beth couldn’t cuddle into his side, it
would be too obvious, so she lifted the end of the coat,
slipped her hand underneath so she could tease his cock through his trousers.
Brian looked again at Beth, one eyebrow raised, before slipping his hand
along under the coat and up her skirt, finding, as he already knew she was
wearing no panties. They both knew he couldn’t make her cum, because she was
always too noisy when it happened, but she found it nice to have his hand
there, knowing his cock would be there later that night. They settled down to
watch the film.
Brian didn’t waste any time, though. With his other hand, under the
coat, he slowly worked Terri’s skirt up over her knees and after about ten
minutes, it was bunched up near her waist. Her legs were outside his knees, so
as he spread them, her open thighs opened even further.
It had taken quarter of an hour to carefully, secretly get her into this
position, but it was now with exquisite anticipation he slipped his fingers
down under her waistband and into her panties. He felt rhe
rise of her podgy mound, seemingly larger in proportion than, say Beth’s, whose
mound was under the palm of his other hand. He slipped his fingers down her
cleft, feeling the skin of her cowl as they passed down to her tiny vagina,
where they explored for a minute, enjoying her shape, her smallness, her girlhood
and just inside, her tight little hymen. On they travelled, over her perineum,
little bigger than his finger tip, before dipping into her anus encased between
two buttocks which were pressing against Beth’s hand and his cock.
Brian lay back in his seat as the Disney movie went on. Afterwards, if
anyone had asked him to name a character or what the story was about, he would
have been incapable. Instead, he would remember Beth trembling under his
fingers, as he carefully kept bringing her up to the boil, then easing off,
while she in turn kept squeezing his cock, while he continued to molest the
sleeping Terri, who shuddered once or twice, as if she’d cum in her sleep.
It was so frustrating for Beth. In the last couple of days, she’d cum
more times than the rest of her life put together. He’d said she was noisy when
she came. She didn’t think so and every time he got her nearly there with his
fingers, he stopped. Here it came again, she thought, and then he pulled his
fingers away again. She’d have to do something about it. She reached down to
where his fingers were hovering over her clitty and pressed him to herself,
immediately feeling the surge of pleasure flowing where she needed it. Her
other hand was already pressing against his cock inside his trousers. She
squeezed his end, the way way
she knew he liked it. Then she paused.
Beth felt something strange. She felt movement. Then, she realised what
it was. Brian was fiddling with little Terri. He was feeling her up, inside her
panties. She thought for a second, then she had an
idea. She released his cock and moved her hand the couple of inches to where
his hand disappeared into Terri’s panties and quickly slid her hand over his.
He froze, realising she’d caught him red handed, or was that sticky handed? Then,
she pressed the fingers of her other hand against his, where they were still
over her own clitty. Three thrusts of light pressure told him what she wanted
and immediately he started to rub her clitoris in earnest.
Beth leaned back feeling his one hand giving her the pleasure she so
craved and feeling his other starting to molest Terri again. “Well,” she
thought, “he gets what he wants and so do I.” At that moment, her orgasm
crashed in. She was ready though. She had her scarf ready and as soon as she
felt the tingles starting to intensify, she shoved a wad of the scarf into her
mouth and pressed it against her nose to muffle the sound. Fortunately, the
action onscreen was loud and covered any noise she made anyway. When she had
settled down after her big cum, Beth did something she would never have dreamed
of doing before. She pulled Brian’s hand from Terri’s panties and brought his
fingers to her mouth and sucked them for a few seconds, getting a taste on
another girl’s pussy for the first time. A taste she liked and immediately she
knew it wouldn’t be the last time. She thought about her friend Toni, sitting
the other side of Brian and wondered if she might like to come round for a
sleepover when her Mum was back home again. She really liked Toni and wondered
if their relationship could be closer still.
The film came to an end. The lights went up and people started to stand,
making their way to the exits. Brian had Terri’s skirt down back over her knees
and looked across at Beth. She looked at him, both thinking similar things. He
knew she had caught him messing with Terri, but then she’d tasted his fingers.
It made her an accessory. He wondered what was going on in her mind.
Toni and Terri’s Mum, Sam stood, pulling her coat on, while Brian stood
little Terri on her feet and helped her get her own coat on. “Mummy,” said
Terri, “I think I need a wee.”
“Can you wait until we get home darling?”
The child put her hand to her pussy and looked puzzled. Brian wondered
what she could feel. “Yes, I think so,” she replied.
Sam turned to Brian and said: “You must have a special way with
children. She’s very shy with men. She would never usually sit on anyone’s lap
except mine and certainly never a man’s. It must be because you teach her class
sometimes. It explains why all the mothers say you’re the most popular teacher
at the school. It’s a shame you are only on as a temporary locum.”
“I think I must have the magic touch,” he said. He heard Beth snort with
derision behind him.
* * * * * *
Brian closed and locked the door behind him. As he turned back to face
her, Beth leapt at him, her arms locked around his neck, her legs around his
waist. “I have a bone to pick with you,” she said as he started to carry her up
the stairs.
“Hmm, what’s that?” he asked, his fingers under her skirt, pushing aside
the elastic of her leg hole.
“Two timing me during our first date with that Terri,” she complained.
“And don’t do that, I am trying to tell youuuuuu, oohhh, haaa, nnnngggggggggg.
Gaawwwddd,” she muttered as she crashed into another
orgasm before they even reached the top of the stairs.
“I have a number of questions for you,” he stated, when she’d calmed
down again.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What?” she asked.
“Do you want a fuck then have a bath, or have a bath
then a fuck?”
“I want a fuck, then a bath with a fuck, then another fuck and if we
have time, another bath, preferably with another fuck,” she gave him a
coquettish look, before adding: “if you’re up to it, old man.” He put her down
and as she moved off, swatted her bottom with his hand. She jumped into the
air, looking over her shoulder, grinning. “That’s child abuse,” she retorted,
“I’ll report you.”
“There’s several things you could report me
for,” he grinned back.
“Yeah, molesting that seven-year-old Terri
for a start.”
“Do you mind?” he asked, partly worried she may have taken offence.
“No,” she replied carefully, “on one condition.”
“What’s that?” he asked, puzzled.
“You do everything I want and make tonight and tomorrow morning really,
really special for me.”
“I would do that anyway,” he said.
“Well let’s get on with it,” she said suddenly showing new eagerness,
“the night’s not getting any younger.” He laughed to himself, wondering where
this nine-year-old came up with that comment.
* * * * * *
It was an hour later. Brian and Beth were laying
naked on the big bed, all the covers cast aside onto the floor. They hadn’t
taken their hands off one another in all that time. Beth’s intense orgasm had
commenced, as usual, within seconds of his fingers touching her clitty and had
continued uninterrupted ever since.
“I want to be on top for my first time,” she announced after being
silent, apart from her climactic moans, for the last ten minutes.
Brian moved to the middle of the bed. He looked at Beth with wonder in
his eyes. He’d never met anyone quite like her. She was certainly a force of
nature, and yet she had a vulnerability conducive with
her age. Even now, she held his hand against her, ensuring her pleasure
continued, as if he might pull away or even change his mind.
She studied his long thick erection for a moment, as if trying to decide
how she was going to mount it. Then she swung her leg over his upper thighs and
sat across his hips, with his cock pressed into her cleft, his crown touching
her tummy button. Now kneeling, she lifted herself up as high as she could. But
she couldn’t get high enough. She grunted in mild frustration, moved her feet
into a squatting position and holding his cock with one hand, his hip with the other,
lifted herself up and guided him down through her cleft and into the recess of
her entry.
Her arousal and his pre-cum, both mixing in large quantities ensured
they were incredibly slippery, as she started a very careful lift and drop
movement. Brian helped by holding her waist, taking some of her weight as she
went up each time. Beth, as Brian had already discovered many times, was one
very sexually charged young girl, and as soon as his cock started to push in
and out of her entry, her orgasm resumed intensely. She started to rock her
head side to side, back and forward. She moaned and called out loudly. Her
hands had now moved to his chest and were painfully holding clumps of his hair.
Her eyes were tightly closed, while the tip of her tongue stuck out of the
corner of her mouth in concentration.
She rocked back and forth, the pressure on his crown increasing, as she
dilated a fraction, his rounded end slipping in and out of that impossibly
tight entry. Then his crown popped through the tight cuff of muscle at her
entry and she froze. He was up against her intact hymen.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Help me, Brian,” she pleaded, “I
need your help, make me cum.” It was more of an instruction than a request. He
reached down and, using his thumb, started to massage down her cleft, finding
her clitty almost buried in her own vagina by his cock. He applied gentle
pressure and moved the pad of his thumb in circles and sure enough, she started
to cum almost at once. What happened next took Brian completely by surprise.
Her head shot back as her climax peaked and she uttered an animalistic cry that
might have been intense pain or pleasure, agony or ecstasy, then she just
dropped her whole weight onto his cock. Instantly he was four or five inches inside
her, her hymen ripped away, her passage forced open in a moment. She screamed,
all movement suddenly frozen.
Slowly, Beth opened her eyes, where tears were now pouring from, down
her flat chest onto his belly. “Fuck, that hurt,” she said, as if it had been all his fault.
“I didn’t know you were going to do that, Beth” he said quietly. “If I’d
known, I would have stopped you. Do you want to stop and try again another
time?”
“Not fucking likely,” she said in a defiant tone. “The stinging is
easing off. Give me moment. My friend’s older sister told me the only way to do
it was like that. Get the pain over and done with.”
“Well, she’s wrong, Beth,” he said. “There are many more gentle ways to
do it. It might hurt a little, but not too badly.”
“Well you might have told me before,” she muttered.
“Shall we have a look to see if you bled much?”
She carefully lifted up a couple of inches. They both looked down at his
cock protruding from her vagina. There were streaks of blood along it’s whole length. “Jeez,” she muttered, wiping her finger
along his shaft and inspected her finger tip. She showed it to him, “look at
all that.”
“It won’t bleed for long, Beth,” he reassured, hoping it was true.
“Well you better make me cum to get my mind off it, hadn’t you?” she
said, a glint of mischief returning to her face.
Brian started to work his magic on her clitty once more and in moments,
he felt her reacting. But what he also felt was the incredible tightness of
Beth’s vagina sheathing his long cock in it’s embrace.
It felt better than anything he’d ever experienced before. But, like Beth, when
she dropped, she took his foreskin with her and from the pain,
he thought it had been ripped off. She might sting, but so did he.
The stinging sensation abated slowly in them both, as she started to
feel those wonderful surges of pleasure rising and falling through her vagina.
As she began to clamp on him, so too did Brian begin to feel the wonderful
sensations of her nine-year-old vagina caressing, massaging, giving
such wonderful ecstatic pleasure on his manhood. Other than his thumb on her
clitty, he didn’t move a muscle, and for a while, neither did she.
But soon, the feelings of wonder, ecstasy and rapture overcame the
diminishing pain she’d felt, and her body started to tell her it wanted more.
She lifted herself a fraction, dropping back again, as if discovering whether
the pain would return, which didn’t. She lifted again and again, each time a
little higher, her movements bolder. Her body’s instincts
driving her on.
Soon, Beth was lifting almost off his end, before dropping down until
his crown pushed hard into her cervix, where she felt another surge of
wonderful tingles, pushing her up once more, until his tip rubbed her clitty,
which seemed to get pulled inside her own pussy as she dropped making it feel
so wonderful, before the cycle repeated over and over.
Up and down she went, like the movement of some great pumping engine; up
and down. Beth’s mind was in a wonderland of pleasure. She had never ever felt sensations
like this. It was just so, so ……. Brian held her, as her weight fell forward
onto his chest. She’d passed out again. “One thing about this girl,” he
thought, “she sure knows how to enjoy herself.”
Judging from last time, he knew she might be out for seconds or much
longer. He wanted to try something, so quickly lifted her by her hips, pulling
out of her and pushed his cock up the inch to her anus. There, grabbing his
end, he wanked himself for a few seconds, squeezing out a load of pre-cum, before
pushing his end into her bum. He’d been there before the previous night and
knew she could take him, so carefully but continuously he fed himself in; all
the way in. Then just as carefully, he pulled out again and lifting her once
more, fed his cock back into her cunt until he pressed up against her rubbery
cervix. As he hit her end, she grunted in her comatose state. Finally, reaching
down with his fingers, he located her opening, and pushed his middle finger
into her rectum as deeply as he could reach. He moved it around for a few
seconds, enjoying feeling her texture, tightness, warmth and shape, before
simply laying still, waiting for her to wake.
She stirred after about ten minutes. He thought she’d gone back to
sleep, when she suddenly said: “You’ve got your finger up my bum again.”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “I like it in there.”
“Well, you know the deal we made.”
“I know,” he sighed as if in resignation, “I have to make you cum.”
“Mmmm,” she muttered.
Brian started some very short, gentle thrusts, feeling his crown nudging
her rubbery cervix. On the third cycle, she grunted, on the fifth she cried
out: “Ahhhhhh, hhhaaaaaaa, nnggggggg, gawwwdddd, that’ssssss nicccceee.”
Brian’s movements went slightly deeper and faster, as she got back into
the rhythm. Her cries and moans continued non-stop as he thrust into the
nine-year-old, feeling the tightness of her vagina as it squeezed his cock like
the proverbial silken vice. Once or twice, as he pushed harder into her end,
her cries intensified and he wondered if she was going to pass out again, but
each time she seemed to recover with renewed energy and vigour.
At last after, how long he would never know, he felt the first signs of
his own prostate calling time. The finger deep in her bowels felt the surge of
his cock as the first pulse shot up his shaft, deep into her immature womb. By
now, he was thrusting forcefully into the child. She was being bounced around
like a rag doll. But, judging from her cries of ecstasy, all she was aware of
were the overwhelming sensations of wonderful pleasure surging through her
little body.
At last it ended. Both panting, sweat sticking them together, as the
last bodily twitches of their love making gradually died away. Neither said
anything for several minutes, while they caught their breath. “Fuck, that was
nice,” she stated a moment before he heard her snore, a little buzzing sound as
her breath blew the hairs on his chest. He lay their thinking for a few
minutes. He’d just broken every rule in the book. He’d groomed a nine-year-old, he molested her and fucked her. He knew he could be
arrested and they’d lock him up and throw away the key, leaving him at the
mercy of hairy arsed villains who hated pedos. But
even as he lay there, he knew he had no regrets and he knew he would do it
again and he knew from now on, he would be on the lookout for other little
girls just like her.
It might have been two in the morning. He woke up,
eyes still closed trying to work out what had alerted him. Then he felt
movement. Beth was still lying on his front, his
softened cock still just inside her entry, although his finger had slipped from
her bum at some point. She was slipping her fingers down between them, to her
clitoris. Despite having cum for hours the previous evening, and had a long
sensuous first fuck, she needed to now masturbate herself.
He didn’t move, as her fingers found their target and started a gentle
circular movement. He already knew she had a hair trigger and wasn’t surprised
when she took her first deep breath when her vagina clamped on his end. She
didn’t escalate her movements, just lay there enjoying herself. But she paused
for a moment when she realised he’d started to grow inside her, lengthening,
thickening, arousing. She continued rubbing herself, but now moved very gently
on him as well. Brian was happy to let her do all the work and just lay there
enjoying the sensations of her pussy running up and down his cock. At last, he
came, and his load shot deep into her, filling her deepest place for a second
time. Her cry of surprise was immediately replaced by the familiar cries of her
orgasm.
She lay on him letting her fluttering sensations die down deep inside
her, before laying her cheek back on his chest. She was about to drift off to
sleep, when he repeated her exact words: “Fuck, that
was nice.”
* * * * * *
When Brian woke up, he found Beth laying on her
side, facing away from him, curled up in a foetal ball. He looked for a minute
as her flank rose and fell with her shallow breathing. Her tiny bottom was pointing
at him and between her thighs, her labia bulged out in a peach shape, her
reddened vagina and surrounding thighs encrusted with dry semen. He moved
forward and reached across and cuddled her into his front, her thighs now
pressed to the top of his, her curved back encased in his abdomen and chest.
He reached down with his hand, his fingers exploring. Because of her
position, her bottom was pulled open, her valley just a dip. Her anus felt
gritty with dried semen, but new pre-cum, he knew, would soon cure that. On his
fingers moved towards her treasure chest.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch me there!” she suddenly said. Brian was
startled. Firstly he hadn’t realised she was awake, and secondly her tone was
forceful. Did she regret last night? Did she hate him for what he’d done to
her? Would he soon be in jail? She suddenly rolled over and faced him. His
fears all dispelled instantly when he saw her little grin. “My fanny hurts,”
she said. “It’s fucking sore this morning. What will my Mum say if she sees the
state of it?” Brian shuddered at the thought of that last comment.
“So what do you want to do until your Mum arrives? Fancy getting up and
doing a bit of gardening or housework?” he teased.
“Fuck off,” she said with a grin, “I didn’t
come here to work as your skivvy.”
“I’ve been meaning to have a word with you about your language.” He
dodged as she threw a pillow at him, fascinated as her bottom wiggled with the
movement.
“I didn’t say we can’t play around,” she said, refocusing her mind, “I
just said I’m fucking sore…. You know, sore from fucking, as in an adverb. So
don’t talk to me about language.
“You have me confused, Beth,” he said, mystified, “do you want to mess
around or what?”
“I only said my fanny hurts,” she grinned again, “I didn’t say anything
about my bum. But you know ……….”
“I know,” he said interrupting her, “as long as I make you cum.”
“There you go,” she chortled, “you might be the teacher, but you’re
learning fast.” She deftly dodged him trying to backhand her buttock.
Beth quickly got into position on the middle of the bed on her hands and
knees, looking over her shoulder at him in anticipation. She had moved her
knees about eighteen inches apart, knowing from last time that worked best for
her. Brian shuffled up on his knees behind her, his cock now as rock solid as
it had ever been. He took it in one hand, while reaching around and under her
with the other. He found her nub poking out stiffly from it’s
cowl and as soon as he touched it, there was a sharp intake of breath.
“Jeez, that’s nice,” she uttered after a few seconds. “Oh yes, that’s
good. Yeah there, that’s the spot … here it cums… Ooooohh, haaaaahaaa,
nnnnnngg.” There was a pause, then she added,
“Go on Brian, shove it up my bum, we haven’t got all day…… haaaaahaaa,
nnnnnngg.”
Brian guided his cock to her entry, pressed in firmly, then holding his
foreskin, pushed, so his cock slid in through it, popped through the tight
entry of her sphincter. He paused for a moment, letting her anus adjust, before
pushing in, all the way in, until his pubic hair was grinding into her tiny,
soft buttocks. Like before, Brian didn’t need to thrust much, because her
clamping was doing all the work for him, giving him all the pleasure he could
wish for. So their movements were minimal. He massaged her clitoris, making her
cum continuously; she clamped on him, raising his arousal. So Brian gently and
slowly pushed in and out of her, feeling her warm depths squeezing his cock
exquisitely. He was in no rush, enjoying feeling his cock deep inside this
nine-year-old, taking his time, while she came and came, while his fingers
worked their magic on her.
At last, he came unexpectedly blasting deep into Beth’s bowels, flooding
her with his semen, giving her as much delight as he received. They knew this wouldn’t be
their last time ever. Olive had said she would call round to collect Beth
around
Soon afterwards, they were lying cuddling, face-to-face. They just
looked at each other in silence, letting their pulses and blood pressure resume
to normal. “When do you finish with our school, Brian,” she said, genuinely
sorry he would no longer be there soon.
“End of next week,” he replied, “unless Miss. Priestly needs to stay
away longer.” She sighed at the news. They lapsed into silence again for a
minute or so.
“Brian,” she said in that tone little girls use when they aren’t sure
how to say something important, “If I tell you a secret, would you tell me
one?”
“I suppose it depends on the secret, Beth,” he replied. “What did you
want to know?”
“Weeell,” she said, slightly nervously, “when
little Terri was sitting on your lap, in the cinema, I saw you fiddling with
her.”
“Yes, I know,” he said, “thank you for not saying anything.”
“That’s OK.” She smiled briefly. Then said “Did you
enjoy touching her, Brian? I mean she is only seven. Did you like it?”
He wasn’t quite sure where this conversation was going, but thought he
would play along. “Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I did,” he said. “I like it almost
as much as touching you.”
“Thank you for telling me your secret,” she said, avoiding his gaze.
“Now I will tell you mine. When I was little, I used to sleepover at Granny’s a
lot. She used to let me sleep with her in her bad. Well, we loved each other
and when I used to sometimes play with my clitty, she used to do it for me and
make me feel really nice. Then, when I knew what you were doing, it made me
tingle inside. Not because you had your hand in my panties, but because I
wanted to put my hand where yours was, you know in Terri’s panties. I really
enjoyed sucking your fingers afterwards as well.”
“So, do you want to, like do things with Terri?” he asked.
“No, I have thought about it since. And although I wouldn’t mind
touching her up, I realise I want to do it with someone my own age.”
“Do you have someone in mind?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she smiled again, “but I don’t know how to approach her or, you
know, find out if she would.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s Toni. We’ve been friends for, well, ever since I can remember. I
like her and well, she’s the one I……”
“I understand,” he said. “So what are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know,” she said sadly, “that’s why I thought I would tell you
my secret, so you could, perhaps, help me.”
“Thank you for sharing your confidence. Hmm, let me think for a moment,”
he said, a spark of an idea coming into his head. He remained silent for a
couple of minutes, his eyes closed in concentration.
Beth thought he was falling back to sleep, and was about to say
something, when his eyes sprung open “I have an idea,” he said at last. “It
might not work, because it depends on so many things, any of which could go
wrong.”
She lifted herself
and bending her arm, propped her head on her hand.
“Why don’t we ask Toni and Terri over for a sleepover?” he said. “They
could both come here and that would give you all the opportunity you want with
Toni. What do you think?”
Her face lit up. “That would be brilliant,” she paused, “what about
Terri.”
“You leave Terri to me,” he said in a tone which even she didn’t
misunderstand. She grinned at him “So you mean while Toni and I are making out,
you and Terri will be….”
“Well that’s what I thought,” he interrupted, “but as I said, anything
could go wrong.”
“When would you ask them over?”
“Well, no time like the present,” he said, fumbling for his mobile
phone.
Half an hour later, Brian ended a call with Olive. She’d been on the
point of calling him herself. Her mother was now comatose and might last the
weekend, but that was about it. So it was agreed Beth would stay with him overnight
until Sunday night, or go into school with him Monday. When he explained that
he’d contacted Sam, Toni and Terri’s mother and that they were coming over for
a sleepover for the night, she became quite enthusiastic.
“Oh that’s a great idea,” said Olive, “the girls will look after each
other. I promise I will make it up to you, Brian. I will call Sam and let her
know my situation.
“So what time are Toni and Terri coming over?” asked Beth.
“In a couple of hours time,” he said. “What do
you want to do between now and then?”
“Well I thought a bit of breakfast would be nice,” she said, that
coquettish grin reappearing on her face, as she reached across to grab his
flaccid cock. In a moment, she had engulfed him in her mouth, feeling him grow.
“I wonder if Toni might like a go at this if she gets the chance?” she said as
she slurped her tongue around his end. “Now, remember what the deal is, while I
suck your cock?”
“Yeah I know, I have to make you cum.” With
that, his whole mouth encompassed her pudenda as they settled once more into
the sixty-nine position they both so enjoyed.
Brian’s adventures will be continued in:
‘Close Encounter’.
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LIST OF CHARACTERS
Brian Phillips – protagonist
Beth
Olive
Sandra - the school administrator
Cathy – Brian’s long dead wife
Toni – 9yo old friend of Beth in her class
Terri – 7yo sister of Toni
Sam – Toni & Terri’s mother