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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Thursday, April 15, 2004

   Story Codes: M/f f F con (23k)

   Story Intro: Don has some trouble adjusting at school due to his two
year adventure on the Barbary Coast; Literature gets the better of him. 
With the assistance of an interested teacher, he manages to overcome
adversity.  He continues his relationship with Jayden and manages to make
some more new friends, mainly female.



   Back From the Barbary Coast

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   It's been nearly four months since returning home.  During that time,
I've been in an immersion course attempting to bring my grades too where I
should have been if I had been attending school.  It's been a very hard
grind to say the least.  Fortunately Jayden has been there for me.  Every
night she joins me or I slip into her room.  There's no such thing as
getting enough of her.  She's grown up in the two years.  She's no longer a
shapeless whip of girl who enjoyed sex with her brother.  She's now a
blossoming young woman, with all the attributes.  Gone is the ill-defined
waif who discovered there was much joy between her legs for both of us. 
Some times when I think of those first days, I wish we could go back.  Life
seemed much simpler then.

   ******************** ************************** ********************

   My name is Don Parson now sixteen very mature for my age.  My experience
while a slave put a new prospective in my life.  Now back at school I seem
to be the focal point to many of my fellow students.  The changes in my
physical being have not gone unnoticed by my many of the female students as
well as a number of teachers.  Somehow the story got out of what I actually
did while a slave.  It didn't come from me.  The only people that know of
my adventures were Jayden and my three charges.  Mom has taken to the three
sisters, tutoring them, assisting them with their English and home
schooling.  Although their background is very dubious, they're very
intelligent according to mom, quickly picking up the concepts of education
and excelling at their studies.  The den looks like a school room; mom has
even recruited the talents of a retired school teacher.

   In regards to the story leaking, my assumptions is it speculation
resulting from leaks from across the pond; someone erroneously mentioned
something and someone embellished it.  When asked about it, I smile proceed
to another subject.  One good thing about the rumors is a number of very
young girls have shown blatant interest in me.  Girls as young as ten and
eleven have come to me in the mall and asked very leading questions about
my adventures.  To this point I haven't taken advantage of their interest
mainly because of the lack of time and the knowledge that enjoying young
girls is so taboo, the requirement for me now is to ensure the girls are
mature enough to understand.  If I ever act upon my desires it'll be after
much research and thought.

   Two young girls really have tweaked my interest as they remind me of
Jayden when we first discovered each other.  Both are shapeless, like a
broom handle, but have beautiful hair and faces of angels, one is ten and
the other is eleven.  Their long thin legs and absolutely shapeless bottoms
remind me so much of Jayden when we first gazed upon each other.  When
Jayden first spread her legs for me she melted my heart, actually she still
does.

   ******************** *********************** ******************

   Dad involvement with assisting me liquidating the dated bills that I had
concealed in the diplomatic pouch, has given me a feeling of financial
independence.  Since the sales were to dealers and the payment by check,
I'm able to open an account and deposit, without anyone being the wiser. 
With the funds and the help of the bank manager four educational accounts
are opened, one for each of the girls and one for Jayden.  Their
educational requirements are taken care of.  In the event they don't use
the accumulated funds they will be release to them on their twenty-fifth
birthdays.

   The cash that could not be deposited all at once is slowly being fed
into the account and invested.  The jewels are another matter.  When I
first approached the jewelry store in the mall and asked for assistance,
the owner was under the impression that I had found some stones that I
assumed were valuable.  However, after his gemologist examined the samples
he was much more attentive.  With the help of my dad we made an agreement
whereby the jeweler would appraise the jewels and arrange for them to be
sold at a major auction monthly.  Each month I would provide him with ten
jewels from my stash.  For his trouble he took ten percent of the sale.  As
with the collector bills settlements are paid by check that could be
deposited.  In the auction the jewels were described as family heirlooms,
no questions were asked.

   School was never one of my passions but I loved sports.  Recently
Literature really got the better of me and my marks showed it.  Each test
would result in nothing greater then a C-.  Even constantly reviewing the
material just didn't register with me.  After getting another discouraging
mark, there's a note attached to the test to report to Miss Granger after
school.

   Miss Granger has been teaching English and Literature since coming to
the school four years ago.  She's a very interesting woman.  She always
wears clothing to camouflage what all the boys are very much aware of, her
fantastic body.  When I first entered her class at twelve she was one of my
favorite images when I started to masturbate.  Jayden at that time was just
a pain in the ass.

   After the final bell, I trudged to Miss Granger's home room.  She's at
her desk marking papers.

   "Miss Granger I got your note.  Why do you want to see me?"

   She looked up and smiled.  Miss Granger has very light brown coffee
colored completion.  Her hair is very curly dark brown which she wore
shoulder length.  Her makeup is always flawless, her full lips coated with
lip-gloss with accenting eye shadow.  Things like that I never miss.  Right
now she reminds me of a number of assignments I had for my former master.
Then her voice brings me back from some pleasant memories.  From this
angle, I can actually see down her blouse, she is wearing a lacy light blue
bra.  My body stirs.

   "Don, your grades are very poor and if this continues, I'll have no
other recourse but to fail you.  You really don't want that do you?"

   "I'm trying very hard Miss Granger but I can't get excited about
Literature like you do.  I find it very boring and a waste of time."

   "I can assure you Literature is not boring, nor a waste of time. 
Literature when accepted causes you to think and wonder what the author is
trying to express."

   A smile fills my face as I think that the author had to be on dope to
write some of the works we're studying but I keep those thoughts to myself.

   "No Don, the authors didn't have to use dope to create the works we have
studied.  You just haven't taken the time to let your mind try and
interrupt what they're trying to say."

   The blush I'm sporting confirms Miss Granger is not only gorgeous but
she can read my mind.

   "Don, what I'd like to do is help you if you're willing, but it'll be up
to you.  I willing to tutor you after school while I'm marking papers and
preparing for the next day's material.  What do you think?"

   "I know I have to pass Lit to qualify to apply for College or University
so I haven't much choice in the matter do I?"

   "Not really, but it's nice to think you had a choice."

   "What do I do too start?"

   "Well, let's review the material that your last test was based on.  What
I want you to do is read the passages again then close your eyes and think
about what you read.  Then I want you to answer the questions again."

   The passage is about as boring as it was the first time around, so I do
what she suggested.  Staring at Miss Granger as my mind tries to grasp the
meaning of the work, has me savoring the view of her full lips that seem to
glisten in the light.  Putting what I read into a sexual format I start
answering the questions.  After each question, I gaze at Miss Granger
letting my mind undress her and enjoy her body bringing her to the height
of passion.  I'm close enough to her to be enraptured with her alluring
scent.  Finally done, I wait for her to look up.  She's so beautiful.  The
quiet of the room with no distractions empathizes her many sexual
attributes.  Finally, she does look up; smiling displaying her perfect
white teeth and her sexy pink tongue.

   "Done, are you?  Well bring it up and let me take a look."

   Struggling out of the seat, I hand her my new answers.  Returning to my
sit, I watch her expression as she reads my answers with heavily sexual
overtones.  Her face takes on a deeper color tone, as I'm sure she is
blushing.  Finally she looks at me.

   "Don, those are very moving interpretations of the passage.  The beauty
of Literature is everyone seems to take something different out of a piece.
Your answers would have gotten you a pass.  I'd like to see you again
tomorrow same time."

   "I'll be here Miss Granger."

   Getting up from my seat, she is still reading my answers and didn't
offer to return them to me.  She could be getting excited; at least I hope
she is.

   Back in the hall, I seek my sister, as I need relief after being with
Miss Granger.  Jayden is talking to a number of girls as I walk up.

   "Hi Don, have you met Bryn?  She's one of my best friends."

   "Hello Bryn, how are you?"

   "Good and you?"

   "Same.  Jayden, are you going home?"

   She looks in my eyes and sees the desire, smiles at me and says yes. 
Bryn excuses herself and leaves.  I watch as she gives me a view of a very
appealing bottom.  She turns and smiles knowing where my eyes are.

   "Bryn's very curious about you?  She's heard all the stories drifting
around and has asked me about them.  I never answer.  She's yours if you
want."

   "And what would you think about that?"

   "I think it would be good for her.  She hasn't dated much and I know she
still has her cherry."

   "How do you know that?"

   "I felt it last night."

   Now I'm blushing.  Jayden really has grown up, that is something I'll
question her about when we're in bed together not in a corridor at school.
One of the items I did purchase from my nest egg was a three year old
Safari van.  At first I considered a Camaro but after some thought, I
realized the potential of a van.  All the windows, with the exception of
the windshield have the heavy dark privacy tint.  You have to put your face
against glass cupping your eyes to even see a faith image of any contents.
The ride home is relaxing, my hand on Jayden's hip then her thigh and when
she spread her legs I cupped her pussy, the heat on my hand relaxes me.

   "Don, mom is out with girls and dad won't be home till late.  I know you
want me, and I want you."

   "Jayden you've no idea home much I want you right now.  That session
with Miss Granger has me rangy."

   "She's a very beautiful woman isn't she?  I love her complexion.  I wish
I had her skin shade."

   My finger finds Jayden's clitoris, which in turn takes her mind off Miss
Granger.  Twice her body trembles with a climax before I turn into the
driveway.  We both get out and enter the kitchen.  With our books flung on
the table, we're in each other arms rubbing our crotches against each
other. After kissing her, she runs to the bathroom, I hear the shower.  In
my room stripping, I then join her.  The water is flowing off her beautiful
body.  Smiling she grasps my tool and gives it a squeeze before getting
out. We quickly dry and then I follow her to her bed.  That's a view, I'll
never tire of watching, Jayden lies on her back, legs spread as she knows
how much I enjoy being between them.  Now beside her, we continue rubbing
our bodies together, my cock rubbing her very moist pussy.

   "Tell me about you and Bryn."

   Jayden has a big smile on her face; she licks her lips with her tongue.
Her hand is caressing my engorged tool.  She knows how to keep me near the
brink but not to make me cum.

   "Well when you're away, I thought about getting a boyfriend but the boys
in school are so immature, at least in my class, however, girls are not. 
You always enjoyed licking and tonguing me so one night during a sleep over
I asked Bryn if she'd let me taste her pussy.  She was shocked at first but
said okay.  After sucking her clitoris she exploded for the first time. 
She didn't know how to masturbate.  I took care of that and we have been
enjoying each other ever since.  Actually, I've been with four other girls
as well.  Each of them is curious about my famous brother."

   "Well right now your famous bother is only interested in his first love,
you.  I need you Jayden."

   Enjoying Jayden's body has become a ritual since I returned.  Each
opportunity I taste, first her nipples and then her succulent pussy.  Her
ability to produce a large volume of elixir has increased immensely
possibly a result of her enjoyment of so many young girls with the same
tastes as mine.  Now with my cock buried deep in my sister, her arms in a
strangle hold around my neck, I pump until close to exploding, repeating it
for at least four times before filling her willing body with my hot active
sperm.  No brother or sister could be as close as we are.

   The next day after class, Miss Grange is waiting for me.  Like yesterday
she gives me one of my failed tests papers, requesting I read the subject
material again and then re-answer the questions again.  Using the same
technique I read then study Miss Granger.  Today she is wearing a dark
maroon business suit with a red frilly blouse.  My mind has her undresses
and her legs spread as I enjoy all her charms.  She reminds me so much of
Nia my first assignment as a sex slave.  The answers seem to flow onto the
paper again with very sexual overtones.

   Being alone with her in the room isn't the worse assignment, she's
beautiful to look at and my imagination does the rest.

   "Don, that was quick.  Done already?"

   "Yes, using your technique, the answers seem to flow from me.  You're
right, when I look at the passage as a source of ideas instead of just
reading it, it makes a difference."

   "Your answers yesterday were very moving.  Do mind if I keep them?  Your
interpretation is very vivid."

   Miss Granger is blushing.  If she knew what I was thinking when
answering she would really be embarrassed.  Handing her my new answers, I
take the opportunity to take another look down her blouse.  She is wearing
a red lacy bra that look fantastic against coffee colored skin.  I wish.

   "I don't mind.  I'm glad you approve."

   Back in my seat, I watch her read my answers.  Her body shifts several
times as if she's uncomfortable or getting excited.  I can only hope it's
the latter.  Would she being interested in a young male student?  It's
difficult to see if she is actually moved by my answers, unlike me her
blush isn't as distinguishable.  Then she looks up at me, her breathing is
heavy.

   "Don, you have outdone yourself.  Your interpretations are so unique. 
Had you answered the questions like this during the tests we wouldn't be
here."

   If I had, I wouldn't be here and wondering if it's possible to make love
to you, is running through my mind.  My cock's very interested.  Is it okay
for a student to proposition a teacher?  I don't think so.

   On my way home, my thoughts are how I can get to know Miss Granger
better, by better I mean getting her into her bed.  I wonder if she is
curious about the stories that are being circulated about me.  At home,
Jayden's waiting for me; it seems that she's in a bad way.  Mom and dad are
home so we have to be careful.  After a quick hello to mom and the girls in
the kitchen, then to dad who is watching CNN, I hurry upstairs.  No sooner
had my door closed when the adjoining door opens, Jayden enters still
dressed in her blouse but naked from there down.  Her pussy is puffy and
moist.

   "Don, I don't know why I need you so much.  Today all I could think of
is you and sex.  Twice my teachers caught me daydreaming and I got an extra
assignment today because of it and it's your fault."

   "How's it my fault?"

   "That!"

   She has her hand on my growing cock.  Her quick fingers have my fly down
in seconds; her warm hand grasps my shaft releasing it from its confines.
She pulls me to the bed using my cock as a leash, flips on her back with
her legs spread.  No foreplay tonight.  I have to admit feeling my cock
buried gives me a good feeling.  The best part of course its Jayden.  It's
a bit awkward with my slacks piled up at my ankles but we manage.  Knowing
my sperm is deep inside Jayden has me in subliminal bliss.  Coming out of
the traces, I realize something is different.  The door adjoining the girls
is open and three small faces are staring at our joined crotches.  Loshanda
has a big grin on her face.

   "See girls, that is the reason our master hasn't been invited us into
his bed, he's enjoying his sister.  Come let's leave them alone."

   The door closes; Jayden has a shocked look on her face, and then starts
a nervous laugh.  We hug and kiss until my cock slips out it warm home.

   "That's what I have been thinking about all day Don.  Hell, I didn't
realize the girls were watching.  I put on quite a show for them."

   "You will find that the girls are very well versed in making love, both
with males and females."

   The wheels are turning in Jayden's mind.  I can just imagine the
possibilities as she now realizes that the three girls are available.

   At dinner the three girls keep looking at Jayden and me with very
knowing smiles on their faces.  They actually make Jayden blush three
times. Fortunately mom and dad didn't pick up on the silent interchange.

   During the next week, I do manage to get each girl alone and enjoy their
tight pussies.  If mom ever found out she would have my balls.  My truck
got a lot of attention this week.  Someone in its' past removed the back
bench seat, leaving four captain chairs.  After numerous vacuuming and a
shampoo, the rugs are soft and clean.  With the addition of an air mattress
and a matching piece of three inch foam, it shows promise.  Sooner or
later, I know that my interests will be some of the younger set.  In the
halls at school, numerous preteens and teen girls follow me with their
eyes, everyone curious some interested.  It's just a matter of time.

   Today Jayden has an assignment and will be home late.  This gives me an
opportunity to visit the mall and pick a few needed items.  With my
purchases completed, I stop to enjoy a large container of French fries and
a cold drink.  Like all teen boys, I watch the flow of girls.  There's a
mirage of shapes and sizes.

   "You're Don Parson."

   There before me is a young girl maybe eleven or twelve.  She is
featureless, wearing a skirt and a blouse.  Both hang very loosely from her
frame.  Her legs are long and very thin, showing her bony knees.  Her red
hair is done in pig tails, her face is covered with freckles.  As
nonchalant as she looks there's something about her that makes me tingle.

   "I was this morning and how are you?"

   "My name is Retta Greer, I see you all the time at school."

   "Hello Retta, what can I do for you?"

   "Can I sit with you?"

   "Certainly, grab a chair."

   Retta's movements are very feminine, a pleasant surprise considering how
young and immature she looks.  When her face chances to an inquiring smile,
for some reason I feel lost and very uncomfortable.  Even with her
featureless body has something whatever her vibes are she is getting to me.

   "Do you like young girls like me?"

   The heat from my back works its way to my neck; the hairs seem to stand
on end with that question.  Now the blush is heading to my face.  Looking
around the food court, nobody has the least bit interest in us.

   "Why would you ask me a question like that?"

   "I heard all the stories about you and want to know if any are true. 
I'm curious if the girls like it."

   "What parts of the stories are you curious about?"

   "Did you actually make love with girls as young as me?"

   "How old are you?"

   "Twelve, well nearly twelve, my birthday is in three months."

   "Why would you be so interested in that?  Do you have a boyfriend?"

   Retta's face goes a deep red.  She looks around scanning the area to see
if anyone's watching or listening.

   "I don't have a boyfriend because I don't have any tits.  Other girls in
my class are wearing bras; the guys don't give me a second look."

   "And."

   "I want to know if I can do it."

   "It?"

   "You know, put your thing in me.  I rub myself after reading a favorite
book of mine.  Some of the girls say they do it often, I don't know if it's
true."

   "Are you sure you know what you're asking?"

   "Yes I'm sure.  I lay down with my legs spread and you get on top of me
and put your thing in me and squirt in me.  Am I right?"

   "Well that is it basically but are you really sure what you are talking
about?  You're very small."

   "I'm not small between my legs.  I'm bigger than a lot of girls with
boobs in my gym class.  I even have a little button that feels really good
when I rub it."

   Now she is telling me things that shouldn't be shared with strangers.  I
don't recall seeing her in the halls.  Watching her mouth move as she talks
has me tingling.  Shit the only other girl that ever had that effect on me
is Jayden.

   "Just what do you know about sex?"

   "I read a lot."

   "What about the pain and your hymen?"

   "What pain?  Hymen?"

   "Maybe you better read some more, there is a lot you haven't read
about."

   "Okay, I will.  Can we talk again?"

   "Sure, why not."

   Watching her walk away, I still can't believe the effect she is having
on me.  Shit, I'm hurting.  My raging hardon needs some TLC.  Taking the
last slug with my straw, making a hellish noise, a voice calls my name.

   "Hi Don, would you like some company?"

   Looking up it is Miss Granger; she's the Miss Granger in my wet dreams.
She's wearing a body hugging maroon leather outfit consisting of slacks and
a jacket, with matching purse and shoes.  The way it is molded to her body
she has no secrets.  What my imagination fanaticized is now a reality.  Her
body is like a Venus; her figure has to be the envy of every female she
knows and the desire of every male fortunate enough to be able to view her.
Every man's her slave.  As at school her makeup is flawless, her lips my
focal point, soft and moist looking.  My mouth must be hanging open as she
sits down.  The scent of her perfume flows over me.  She's laughing.

   "What wrong Don haven't you seen a woman before?  From what I hear,
you've had your fair share."

   Shit, I must be turning every shade of red as my blush causes me
embarrassment.

   "I'm sorry Miss Granger, you caught me off guard.  I've never seen you
dress like this before."

   "At school I dress conservatively, in public I wear clothes I like.  It
appears you like my outfit."

   "Let's just say it put you in another light."

   "You've a very nice blush Don.  Most men try to avoid showing that
emotion."

   "As I said Miss Granger, you caught me off guard."

   "Please Don, we're not in school, please call me Nia."

   If you think I was blushing before you should see me now.  Miss Granger
did remind me of Nia, I can't believe it's her first name as well.  I
wonder if she is as willing as my young Nia was.  Getting her pregnant
wasn't work, it was true pleasure.

   "What's wrong Don?  What did I say to make you blush again?"

   "It's your name, I knew another Nia."

   Nia has an inquiring look on her face; she's trying to envision a
scenario that could make me so self-conscious.  My gaze runs down to her
breast where it appears her nipples evident pushing against the leather
jacket.  From the size of the bulge they are a good size.

   "Was she from your recent past?  I've heard the stories of your
adventures as everyone has.  How much is true?"

   "That is hard to say since I haven't heard the stories.  I was a slave
and had to work for my master for nearly two years.  If you heard that then
it's true."

   "I heard that but it was the type of work you had to perform that's the
interesting part."

   "And just what type of work do you think I performed for my master?  I
did what I had to do to stay alive."

   Now she's embarrassed, finally she's uncomfortable.  She's looking down
allowing me to stare at her.  Now Nia would be an excellent subject for the
back of my van, however, teachers and students are taboo but I can dream.

   "The rumor has it you were a male paramour, were you?"

   "That is a big word for a lowly student.  You would have to explain what
it means for me to answer.  And besides, rumors are just that, rumors."

   "You made love to girls and woman."

   "A man never tells."

   "You're a man now?"

   "Isn't that what you've been asking me?"

   Nia's on the run so to speak.  She's at a loss for words.  She's on my
turf now.

   "Nia it's getting late, I should be heading home for dinner.  Mom won't
be pleased if she has to hold it for me."

   "Well can you give me a lift to my apartment?"

   "It would be my pleasure."

   As we walk through the mall every head turns both male and female.  The
men are jealous; I know how they feel as I have been in their shoes often.
Nia is a striking figure of a woman, she doesn't walk she flows.  Her bum
cheeks gracefully move from side to side as she walks towards the exit. 
How I would love to peel off those leather slacks and enjoy feeling her
soft warm skin.

   At the Safari, I assist her into the van, she manages to rub her bottom
against me, I'm sure I could feel some pressure against me.  My imagination
is running at full blast.  After getting her address, I drive to her
apartment building.  Glancing towards her lap nearly causes an accident,
her pubes are outlined in the leather and judging by the size she is well
endowed in love lips.

   Nia's silent during the drive, every time I look towards her she is
looking at me.  Her apartment is in a five story building in a good
neighborhood.  Pulling to the curb, stopping I quickly move to the
passenger side to open the door, not that I'm so much a gentleman but the
view has me very interested.

   "Would you like to come up Don?  I can't offer you much, I only have
bottled water."

   Of course my thoughts are of other things, she has a lot to offer, those
lips, her beautiful breasts not to mention the rest of her body that just
doesn't quit.  As much as I would love too, I know mom is waiting dinner.

   "I would love to Nia, but mom is waiting dinner, a rain check?"

   "Of course, just a minute, I'll give you my number."

   This is unbelievable; Nia's giving me her home telephone number, me a
sixteen year old student of hers.  Tongues would wag if this ever got out,
accepting the number; I watch the dream walk towards the door.  Nia turns.

   "Call me anytime, I am usually home marking more papers."

   "I will."

   My drive home is via cloud nine.  First my contact with Retta, who may
be young but is obviously interested in sex, even if she isn't sure what it
means.  And then Nia, my wet dream of many years, this has been a very
interesting trip to the mall.

   My life is predictable for the next week, Jayden and I enjoy each other
most evenings, she sleeps with me every night even if I have enjoy one of
the girls.  She confides in me she and the girls have been experimenting
with each other.  She blushes when she tells me.  I know each girl has a
unique taste.

   Each day in Miss Granger's class we make serious eye contact.  Other
than that, she conducts herself as she has in the past, untouchable.  I've
yet to take advantage of her offer to visit her.  During my trips to the
mall, Retta hasn't been evident, even though I've looked for her.  Just the
thought of her intrigues me.  Her small frame under me accepting my cock
has a wonderful feeling to it.  This is the longest time I've been without
a virgin for months.

   My last class Friday is Literature; Miss Granger looks very alluring in
her dress.  With her back to the class she writes our assignments on the
board, my eyes are on her calves, wanting to run my hands up her nylon clad
legs to heaven.  I wonder is Nia shaves?  When the final bell rings,
there's a rush to leave the room and the school.  Mom and dad are going out
tonight so there's no rush to get home.  Jayden is going to a movie with
Bryn so I am on my own.  Stopping at the mall, I get my usual, a large
fries and a drink.  The view is like before a steady flow of young girls,
large and small.  For some reason the preteens have my interest today.  In
their low riders many are showing a lot of beautiful soft tummies.  Their
cloths are so tight; I wonder how they actually get into them.

   "Hi Don."

   Turning to my left, Retta Greer is standing beside me, she is carrying a
knapsack like most students seem to use.  She's wearing low riders but with
her lack of hips she has them fasten with a belt.  Her blouse is a soft
clingy material that shows to very interesting nipples.  It's obvious she
isn't wearing a bra, as she really doesn't have anything in that
department. The soft white skin, with a pretty belly button showing, causes
an instant hardon.  Her hair is in pig tails, giving the impression she is
about six or seven.  Her lips are pursed for kissing.  My body tingles just
looking at her.

   "Well hello Retta, how're you?"

   "Good and you?"

   "Couldn't be better, would you like some fries and a drink?"

   When Retta blushes it is really noticeable with her light skin.  I
didn't think offering her fries and a drink would be embarrassing.

   "You want to buy me something?"

   "Sure isn't that okay?"

   "It's for me but you're a senior and I'm a no body."

   "Well you're somebody to me."

   If Retta had breast she would have been pushing them out proudly, my
comments have her smiling proudly.  She sits down while I retrieve a small
fry and a drink for her.

   "This is like a date."

   "If you like we can have a date."

   She looks at the stream of people trying to see if anyone she knows is
there.  I can remember the feeling of a first sort of date with a girl, it
was a little embarrassing but I was so proud.

   "I researched the about what we talked about.  My hymen would be broken
if you put your thing in me and it hurts and bleeds the first time.  Is
that what you meant when you told me to read about it?"

   "Yes, I want you to realize what you're asking."

   "Well, I still want you to try."

   "And when would you like this to happen?"

   "Right now, I feel so funny between my legs."

   Just looking at her eating her fries knowing she is likely very wet has
me rock hard.  The van is ready and so is Retta.  I have so many things
pulling at me.  Fucking preteens is not looked at in the same light as in
the desert.  My experience with young girls has me continually wanting
more. Even with as much as I love Jayden and all the things she is willing
to do for me, I still desire young girls.

   "You are really sure about this, there's no turning back after your
hymen is broken."

   "You mean my cherry.  It's yours to pop if you want."

   "My van is in the lot, it has privacy windows, is that okay with you?"

   "Sure, can we go now?"

   "Finish off your fries and then we will go.  Do you want to go together
or alone?"

   "What do you think?"

   "I am fine both ways."

   "Okay I want to go with you.  I hope some of the girls in my class see
me with you."

   Walking through the mall, I'm hoping the latter; I certainly don't want
any of my peers seeing me leave with a preteen.  Leaving the mall we head
to the van.  Fortunately no one appears to give us a second look.  Opening
the siding door, Retta climbs in giving me a view of a very slight bottom.
She has to be all of eighty pounds of young girl.  She's wearing a very
pleasing scent; its effect goes right to my cock.  I certainly hope Retta
can handle my tool as relief is very necessary at this point.  She moves
between chairs and notices the foam and mattress.

   "Have you had any girls her before?"

   "Nope, you're the first."

   Again she gives me that proud as punch look.  She moves back and sits on
the foam.  I move beside her.  As much as I want to ravish her, I keep my
cool and let her take her time.

   "So what do you want to do first?  You realize you will have to get
undressed."

   "I know but can I see you first?"

   "My cock?"

   "Yes."

   On my knees, undoing my belt, and then lowering my zipper, my pants fall
then my shorts.  My cock is standing out proud.  Retta eyes are like
saucers as she takes in the beast that hopefully will deflower her shortly.

   "This's the first real cock I have seen.  Can I touch it?"

   "Certainly."

   Lying down, Retta watches every bouncing movement of my shaft.  Her
small warm hand tries to encircle me.  She's obviously surprised as my
foreskin rolls down exposing the purple head, now dripping with precum.

   "Have girls sucked you?"

   "Yes, many times."

   "Can I try?"

   "Be my guest; just don't use your teeth."

   Retta giggles at the thought, her hand pumping watching the foreskin
roll back and forth as she decides if she will engulf my cock.  My thoughts
to her are go for it.  I need to feel your warm mouth on me.  Finally she
leans over and opens her mouth; the head of my cock disappears.  Humm it
feels good.  In moments she has the rhythm of sucking, her head bobbing up
and down.

   "Not too much now, or I will cum."

   "In my mouth?"

   "Yes, some girls like the taste."

   She looks at me with her big eyes then releases my aching cock from her
mouth.  Her saliva coats it.  Retta takes of her shoes and socks, then her
blouse.  Her ruby red nipples are the only protrusion on her chest.  She
can stand in the van but has to lean.  She removes her belt, and wiggles to
get her jeans to fall.  Her little girl panties are white cotton with red
bunnies on them.  She moves so she is standing in front of my face which is
at her crotch.  She seems to realize what a captive audience she has as she
leans over and offers me her mouth for a kiss.  The electricity flows
through our lips as they meet.  My finger finds one of her nipples,
caressing it softly.  Retta sighs.  Using my tongue, her mouth opens
accepting it.  We play tongues for a few seconds before she pulls away. 
Eye to eye, she lowers her panties to her ankles and steps out of them. 
She is standing naked before me.  Her totally bald puffy pussy is at eye
level.  She is right she does have a very large vulva a very pleasant
surprise considering her size.  I can feel the heat and smell her aroma. 
Leaning over, I kiss her cunt, at first she jerks back due to the shock,
then realizing how good it feels she pulls my head into her pussy.

   Her young pussy tastes a bit of pee and her juice.  Finding her little
button works miracles.  She nearly collapses with her first tongue induced
climax.  She has a death grip on my head, her pussy glued to my mouth.

   "Oh Don, nobody told me about that, it feels so good."

   "You taste good Retta."

   "Do you want to fuck me now?"

   "I certainly want to try."

   Surprisingly she looks so delicate with her thin gangly legs spread,
knobby knees up.  Her pussy opens just enough to give me a view of her
wondrous pink interior.  My body overshadows her as I get into position to
fuck her.  The head of my cock is at her opening moving forward to make
contact.  Pushing it starts its' journey to remove all barriers.  Moving
into her slowly, I never take my eyes off her face watching for signs of
too much pain.  She's a trooper; with the exception of a few gulps she
doesn't say a thing.  Then striking her cherry we ounce off her membrane a
few times, I wait for a sign to break through.

   "Do it Don, I am ready."

   One strong thrust has me buried to the hilt.  Finally Retta exhausts all
her pent up breath after losing her hymen.  Slowly stroking in and out of
her ravished pussy has her panting in my ear.  Her thin arms are around my
neck her small hips slamming me with every thrust.  This's a first time for
me, there's no way I can hold off cumming.  The first sting of cum explodes
deep into Retta.  Welcome relief flows through my body.  Feeling four large
surges, followed by a number of small ones, satisfy my needs.

   We're still joined at the hips as my cock subsides; Retta pussy is so
tight it retains its grip on my stub.  She past her first experience with
flying colors.  She'll be an excellent lover.

   "How do you feel?"

   "Really different, I don't know if I will be able to walk again,
everything feels numb but wonderful."

   "The numb feeling will disappear shortly.  There'll be a mess when I
pull out of you."

   "I know, cum and blood.  I did read all about it."

   My stub is coated with a pinkish mixture.  Being prepared, I have a full
box of tissues, some baby wipes and some plastic bags to put the waste in.
Retta surprises me when she pulls out a zip lock bag from her knapsack that
contains a damp cloth.  Gently she wipes her pussy, removing all traces of
cum and her virgin blood.  When she notices me looking between her legs she
attempts to spread them further.  She does have a beautiful cunt.  I hope
she wants to do this again.

   "That was nice Don, can we do it again?"

   "Any time you want?"

   "What about Monday, after school?"

   "I'll try and park right here, I don't think I'll be late."

   She leans over and kisses me; my hand gently traces her pussy.  I have
to admit it feel great to have a young teen to fuck.  I've a sad feeling
when Retta actually dresses.  Opening the door to check it anyone is close
I beckon to her.  Watching her disappear back into the mall has me pining
for more of her.

   It is dark when I arrive home.  The house is dark, indicating I'm the
first one home.  After dumping my books in my room, I hit the shower. 
Gasping my cock, I gently wash it making sure all evidence of Retta are
removed.  I feel good.  Lying on my bed naked, I attempt to watch
television but fall asleep.  What wakes me up is the click of the adjoining
door.  What I can't get my mind to accept is two figures coming towards me.
If it was the girls door that would be comprehensible but Jayden's it
doesn't make sense.

   "Hello Don, you look good tonight."

   My cock is a raging hardon.  The cobwebs in my mind still see two images
where there should only be one.

   "Do you like what you see Bryn?"

   Shit, Jayden brought Bryn to my room and I'm lying here naked.

   "Don't worry Don, mom, dad and the girls have gone to a movie they won't
be back for another couple of hours."

   It isn't mom and dad I'm worried about its Bryn, what's going on here?

   Both sit on the edge of my bed, Jayden leans over and kisses me.  What I
feel is a hand gently grasping my shaft, then a mouth on the head, since I
am kissing Jayden; it has to be Bryn sucking me.

   "I told Bryn you wouldn't mind fucking her.  Is that all right?"

   "Don't you think it is a little late for you to be asking that now?"

   Bryn's out of it, sucking me like there is no tomorrow.  Jayden said
she's a virgin with no sexual contact with a male.  She's a natural.

   "Bryn be careful, if you keep sucking like that, you'll make Don cum.  I
love tasting him but you want him to fuck you."

   Of course what they don't know is about my afternoon with Retta, which
turns out to be a good thing; otherwise Bryn would be enjoying her first
taste of hot sperm.

   "Bryn has been getting up the nerve for this all afternoon.  She really
wants to fuck but is unsure of herself.  I told her you would be gentle."

   "If she doesn't stop, it'll be a while."

   "Bryn, stop sucking Don, let him do his thing for you."

   Jayden moves off the bed, she is standing naked before me.  Bryn sits
up, her titties standing out from her young body.  Gently laying her on her
back, my mouth is on her adequate nipples.  Her hands are on my head
guiding back and forth between breasts.  Finally slipping down between her
legs, her strong scent of sex fills my nostrils.  She has a thin bush just
above her engorge clitoris.  She certainly isn't lacking in pussy juice, my
tongue gets a full coating with the first contact.  Spreading her love lips
I attempt to capture all of her juice but that is impossible.  The more I
swallow the more flows.

   Finally I'm above her.  Jayden is watching both of us.  She's now at the
foot of the bed as I get ready for the act.  My cock slowly enters Bryn,
with her lifting her hips for better contact.  Now at her cherry, I lift my
ass in the air and with a hard thrust Bryn's cherry is no longer.  Bryn is
panting in my ear, her body giving as well as taking the physical part of
love making.  When she cums she nearly strangles me, her arms are like a
vise around my neck.  I can only hope she is protected like Jayden as my
hot cum rushes deep inside of her.  Now I lay panting on top of her.

   "Watching you take her cherry had made me so hot Don.  Do you have some
left for me?"

   "Give me a few minutes Jayden."

   "How did if feel Bryn?"

   "Like you said after the initial pain it is wonderful.  I haven't felt
like this before."

   Jayden took Bryn to the bathroom to help her with her mess.  I cleaned
my cock with tissue and made sure there are no blood stains on the sheets.
Explaining virgin stains would be a bit trying for sure.  The girls return,
Bryn wearing panties with a big bulge at the crotch.  Both snuggle beside
me, Jayden's hand on my cock rubbing.  It isn't that long before I am hard
and willing to try again.  Jayden positions her body beneath me.  My
ejaculation isn't that strong but it is sufficient considering this is my
third time in less than six hours.

   Later that night after our parents and the girls come home and retired
both Bryn and Jayden slept with me.  That morning Bryn enjoyed her second
round, her pussy puffy and red and now full of a fresh load of sperm. 
During breakfast both girls made signs to me every time mom turned her
back. They are indicating they want more.

   As it turns out Bryn stayed over all weekend.  Between her and Jayden, I
don't think a drop of cum is wasted.  Actually Bryn experienced giving me a
blowjob under Jayden expertise.

   After Bryn left on Sunday night and when we finally went to bed, Jayden
was sucking me when I fell asleep.  She still enjoys using my cock as a
soother.

   Monday after school, I'm off for my second meeting with Retta.  During
my last classes, I prayed that nothing would come up.  They're answered and
within twenty minutes of the final bell I'm in the parking lot at the mall
waiting for Retta, hoping she does show up.  While waiting I spot the two
girls that showed interest in me before.  If all goes well it won't be long
before one or both of them will be enjoying the back of the van.

   Surveying the flow of people around the main entrance I spot Retta. 
She's wearing her school uniform of a skirt and blouse.  Her familiar
knapsack is over her back.  When she spots the van her step picks up. 
Sliding the door open she quickly passes me and goes to the back.

   "I'm glad you came, Don.  I haven't thought of anything since we were
together."

   "I'm glad you came as well Retta.  How do you feel?"

   "Since, we fucked, in a trance.  I want to do it again so bad."

   She looks so cute in her uniform.  Her pleated skirt stops just above
her boney knees.  Lifting her skirt exposes her panties, this time it is a
V-string.  She pulls it aside to show me her wet puffy pussy.  She is
beautiful in her own right.

   "I only have about a half hour Don I hope it's enough time."

   "More than enough, if all we do is have sex."

   She unfastens her skirt, dropping it to the floor, and then removes her
V-string.  Now she is on her back legs spread.  My pants, shorts and shoes
follow her clothing and I'm between her legs, her hand on my shaft guiding
me to her pussy.  Retta is so wet my cock just slips into her.

   "It feels much better this time Don.  Your cock feels good."

   This time I pace myself making sure Retta cums twice before filling her
cavity with my hot sperm.  Her boney body feels good underneath me.  We
kiss as we lay together.

   "I have to go Don, I don't want mom to question me so I can't be late.
Can we meet again?"

   Watching her clean her pussy has my cock growing again, if we had more
time I would love to fuck her again.

   "I want to fuck you again Retta, I don't know what it is but I feel so
good between your legs."

   "Good, I like that.  I have to go now."

   "Here's my cell number, call me when you have time."

   "I will."

   Watching her till she disappears, twice she turns and waves at me.  Her
preteen body will fill the void of what I've been missing.  I still can't
believe that I enjoy being with a small slight young preteen.

   Retta calls me twice during the week, each time we meet and fuck.  Each
time her confidence grows.  Retta is growing up faster than her body is
developing.

   School is going better, my Literature marks are at passing, I'm still
playing eye games with Miss Granger.  I still haven't had the nerve to call
her.  Maybe my expectations are too high and I don't want to be humiliated.


   The school basketball team has a crucial game on Friday at Medway High.
Most of the school will be attending to give them support, myself included.
It's a hard fought game that we lose by two points.  Needless to say we're
all in the dumps as the crowds leave the auditorium.  In the parking area,
I notice Miss Granger looking about as if she's lost.

   "Hi Miss Granger, it's too bad about the game."

   "It was close.  we played well but not well enough."

   "Is there something wrong?  Have you lost something?"

   "You might say that, my ride took off without me."

   "You're kidding?"

   "No, Tracy Barnes was supposed to wait for me, she will likely remember
tonight."

   Miss Barnes teaches music and is known as a blond airhead.  She's good
to look at but comes across as dumb as a post.  It's no surprise that she
took off without Miss Granger.  Don to the rescue.

   "I would be glad to drive you home."

   Quickly I'm at the passenger door opening it then helping her.  Nia's
wearing a very daring pair of low rider jeans.  Looking at all the
beautiful exposed flesh, I've no idea how those jeans manage to say in
place.  They've to be two inches or more below her beautiful deep belly
button.  From the back when she stretches, the top of her ass cheek crack
peeks out when she leans forward.  The view and her scent have me tenting.

   "Don you're a lifesaver.  As I was looking for Tracy, the team bus
pulled out of the parking lot.  Had I known, I could have hitched a ride
with them."

   The T-shirt Nia's wearing is stretched to its limit engulfing her
breasts.  The outline of her bra has my imagination working overtime. 
She's dressed like so many of the girls at school.

   "I hope this is not interfering with anything Don.  I really appreciate
it."

   "It's my pleasure.  I had nothing lined up for after the game."

   "You actually came to the game alone?  I thought you would have a
girlfriend by now."

   "With all the extra courses covering what I missed, time is a factor; I
just don't get out that much."

   Watching Nia shifting her weight in the seat is very interesting.  The
bottom of her T-shirt has ridden up exposing a very smooth flat stomach.  I
would love to lean over and blow bubbles in it.  Her jeans are tight, the
material pulled into her crotch giving me a great view of her full pubes
and camel toe.

   The trip is about thirty minutes; I keep sneaking looks at the goddess
riding with me.  What I wouldn't give to suck her chocolate nipples. 
Finally at the apartment, I quickly am at her passenger door opening it. 
She gives me a curious look.

   "Don, you're so chivalrous, you'll have no problem with girls.  Not many
men are as considerate as you."

   "Thank you."

   "Would you like to come up?"

   I thought she would never ask.  Being alone with her in private may
fulfill my imaged scenarios.  Having undressed her so many times in my
mind, I can only hope something good happens.  Nodding affirmative to her,
I follow her into the lobby.  In the apartment we end up in the kitchen.

   "I can offer you a coke or coffee."

   I was hoping she would have said of me but I settled for coffee.  It's a
pleasure watching her move about in the kitchen.  She has a bum that just
doesn't stop.  Each time she moves past me, the desire to reach out and
feel is very strong.  Finally she is sitting across from me, her lips
begging to be kissed.

   "Quit staring at me Don.  You make me nervous."

   "Sorry, it's hard not to stare at you Nia."

   "You know it's not a good thing for a teacher to get involved with a
student."

   Since I hadn't made any overtures to her yet, her statement is based on
something she's been thinking.  Is she interested in me, or interested in
my story?  Whatever the reason, it's interest.

   "Are you thinking of getting involved with a student?"

   We're now staring at each other.  Her beautiful long lashes accent her
dark brown eyes are shining with excitement.  I've a dry frog in my throat.
Should I be bold and approach her?  She seems frozen in her chair.  Well
the worst thing that could happen is she slaps my face and orders me to
leave.  I would be no worse off.  Reaching across the table I cover her
hand.  The heat of the touch goes right to my cock.  Nia doesn't pull away,
however her expression changes to one of interest.  Now actually holding
her hand, her grasp puts pressure on my hand.  With one finger, I caress
the palm of her hand.  Her lip-gloss is effervescent giving her lips a
luscious glow.  Enough of the teasing, I get up lean over and slowly move
my face towards hers ending up kissing her.  The taste from her coated lips
is very pleasant and sexual.  Nia breathing is now heavy and irregular. 
Taking the first kiss as an approval for my actions, I grasp the sides of
her head and give her a passionate full kiss, my tongue flicks out tracing
her full lips, tasting more lip-gloss.

   "Don this is not the correct teacher student relationship."

   "Are we going to have a relationship?"

   Nia arms are around my neck pulling towards her.  Bracing myself, I lift
up bring her lush body out of the chair allowing me to grasp under her
knees and to lift her.  Looking about for a sofa, she buries her face into
my neck.

   "The bedroom."

   That sounds good to me walking through her living room, through a door
on the other side opposite to the kitchen.  Her bed is a queen size all
gussied up in a soft pale green.  Her chocolate body must look heavenly
stretched out.  Gently I deposit her on her back on her bed; she is looking
up at me.  Moving down her body, I slowly remove her shoes.  Her toe nails
are painted a beautiful dark red.  What to do next?

   Nia hands are rolling her T-shirt over her bra.  It is white demi-cup,
with much of Nia pouring out the top.  Moving beside her, my face is buried
in the shadowy area between them.  Her hands are on the back of my head
pulling me deeper into her softness.  My nimble fingers find the hooks
managing to release her two treasures.  Now my decision is which nipple to
taste first.  Nia's are very large with beautiful saucer sized aureoles. 
She gasps when she feels me mouth her left nipple and suck.  My hand is
covering her breast softly kneading.  Switching nipples, with both hands
kneading a breast, Nia arches her back pushing against my mouth.  The next
challenge is her jeans, they appear painted on.  Still enjoying her nipple,
I find and lower her zipper.  The snap makes a sharp sound as it let go. 
There are all kinds of resistance as I attempt to lower her jeans.  They
just don't want to move.  Nia senses my frustration, lifts her hips and
wiggles back and forth until the jeans are lowered to her knees.  My eyes
are focused her damp lacey thong.  The small patch of cloth just covers her
love lips.  Nia is emitting a heady scent.  The thong is soaked.  Sitting
up I remove her jeans, then slowly uncover a hairless moist pussy.  Her
minor labium extends about an inch and a half past her love lips.  It is
wrinkle and very moist.  Nia's clitoris is as large as my thumb standing
out proud.  What a combination for loving.  She's even more appealing than
my dreams.  Using butterfly kisses I travel to her belly button.  She
nearly goes wild as my tongue penetrates it.  Finally I'm at my goal, her
moist, juicy pussy.  My first target is her minor labium mouthing all if
the exposed skin and sucking.

   The erotic feeling causes Nia's hips to lift off the bed pushing against
my mouth that is really working on her labium.  Then switching to her
clitoris she tosses and turns like a wild person between climaxes.  When
Nia cums her body stiffens like a board and she cums often.  She's so wet;
I can feel her juice running down my chin.  Stopping long enough to get
undress, I notice she is watching me removing my shorts.  When I stand my
tool is standing out in front of me in its full glory.  Her eyes seem to
get bigger as she takes in the girth.

   "So the stories are true.  You did service girls while you were a
captive."

   Not answering, I move between her legs.  The interior of her pussy is a
bright pink, bordered by a very dark ring of skin.  Everything between her
legs is swollen in anticipation of sex.  Within seconds, I am buried to the
hilt in Nia.  Her pussy muscles seem to grasp my shaft and squeeze.  All my
imaginary dreams of having sex with Nia are coming true.  It feels so good
and exciting to be deep inside my Literature teacher.

   "Would you call this getting involved with a student?"

   She had enough energy to give me a whack on the back of my head before
burying her fingernails in my back.  I can feel the pain as she breaks skin
in a numerous places.  The sensation of being buried in her overcomes all
pain.  This is so good.  Nia arches her back to get maximum penetration. 
My cock slides in and out of a very tight moist quim.  Nia has total muscle
control as she grasp my shaft as it does its job.  Twice her body tenses as
she stops breathing long enough to explode in a climax.  Finally at the
point of no return, all my controls blow at once, hot cum flows.  As I
grunt to extract every last ounce of cream out of me, Nia has a death grip
on me pulling into her.  Finally her body relaxes and all the stiffness
disappears.  She whispers.

   "I think we crossed the line between student and teacher.  I have never
cum so hard in my life.  Your cock fills me like none other.  Can you do me
again?"

   "Of course, give me half an hour."

   "And not a second more, here come and cuddle with me."

   While cuddling I enjoy her nipples, sucking and massaging.  She reminds
me of Alicia and her desire for sex.  Nia's skin is flawless, no marks at
all, just a beautiful ebony body.  She smells so good, her scent mixed with
the strong smell of sex that permeates the room.

   We do manage to have intercourse twice more before I leave totally
exhausted.  Nia gives me an open invitation to visit any time I need to. 
She kisses me good bye and caresses my tool.

   "You take good care of that Don, that pacifier of yours will keep you in
good stead with every girl you bed.  Wow, I can't believe I did this with a
sixteen year old."

   The drive home is very relaxed and just under the speed limit.  The
windows are open allowing me to enjoy the cool breeze hopefully to wake me.
I hope I have enough left for Jayden is she comes looking for sex.

   It is late when I get home, there is a night light on in the kitchen,
and a note on the microwave tells me my dinner is in the refrigerator.  The
last thing I am thinking about right now is eating.  After two glasses of
milk, I am in the bathroom under the shower.  After drying I quickly go to
my room nude crawling into bed.  It has been a long day.

   "Oh Don, I have been waiting for you."

   Jayden leans over and is in my arms kissing me.  Then she goes limp. 
She has fallen back to sleep.  She looks like an angle, her breast are
exposed, her nipples begging to be kissed.  After kissing them, I snuggle
up to her and wait for sleep to overtake me.  Hell, I am glad to be home.

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   Please mention your country when you write.

   Email me at jackspratt1@gmx.com

   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental