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Sweet Sixteen
by Foolish (pleasemasterstop@gmail.com)

***

Sixteen year old Rachel meets a man on the internet. 
When the time comes to meet him, she discovers that he 
has been planning their meeting for more than a year. 
Soon their online role playing sessions turn into 
something more real... and more interesting. (M/f-teen, 
1st, oral, bd)

***

Author Note: This story is a work of fiction and should 
stay that way. The views of the characters do not 
reflect the views of the author. Merely his fantasies. 
That said, any feedback or comments may be directed to: 
pleasemasterstop@gmail.com

***

Chapter One: Candygirl

I met Rachel on the internet, a vast and vastly useful 
resource for people like me. Young girls are hard to 
come across unless you are very, very careful. She was 
fifteen then, a bit under my personal preference, but I 
had plenty of time to groom her, and spent the next 
year as her 'Friend' online. She knew I was in my 
twenties (A lie, as I am more than twice her age). 
Single (Truth. I prefer my partners young, and as they 
grow they lose interest for me). And moderately wealthy 
(a lie, sort of, I am quite wealthy, having come into 
my money through a small inheritance and frugal 
investment).

But to a young girl online, I was a hidden diamond. She 
could pump me for information on adult things and as 
she chatted with me, she kept our relationship secret 
from her parents. I engaged her in many online role-
playing sessions and gently groomed her towards more 
and more adult scenarios. She was an able learner and I 
soon had her turning on her webcam so I could watch her 
as we texted. 

***

Rachel slipped upstairs as soon as her parents were 
gone and into the walk-in closet of her room. Her 
excuse when caught was that it had the best wireless 
reception, a trick John had taught her. It was a 
believable lie because it was true. It was right over 
the living room computer where the router was screwed 
to the wall, and she got great reception here. He also 
taught her about tabbed browsing and how to quickly 
change windows. 

The little webcam built into her laptop was perfect for 
their little chat sessions, and while John didn't want 
to use his, it was mainly because he was shy. He was 
waiting in their usual chat room, the name of the room 
was Candygirl, his nickname for her, and the password 
was her real name. Her image flickered into a small box 
in the corner, clear and precise and he was there 
immediately. 

>>Hello Candygirl, I've missed you.

>>I missed you too, John. It was a long day at school.

>>I can imagine. Tell me all about it.

>>I don't want to. I hate school. 

>>At least tomorrow will be a good day, right?

>>Why? Because of my birthday? I'm only turning 
sixteen. Not old enough to get out of the house yet.

He chatted with her smiling. They bantered back and 
forth and he watched her on the webcam. She stripped 
off her shirt and sat there in her little bra, small, 
half-formed breasts pert and firm on her chest, her 
black hair pulled back in a tail and her blue, blue 
eyes vexed at teenage life in general. She was almost 
perfect. And tomorrow she would be completely perfect. 

He had personal boundaries. Before sixteen they are 
still mostly children, too young to touch. But at 
sixteen something wonderful happened... all visions of 
childishness seemed to leave them, they retained 
innocence but lost delusions of infantile natures. And 
that made them ripe and ready. He slowly brushed his 
fingers over her image on the screen between messages 
and smiled. It was a smile that would terrify any 
parent. 

After a while they settled into one of their games. Her 
idea was what he preferred to use, a way to test her, 
see how her mind worked, how her arousal was turned on. 
She picked a story idea and he told the story, careful 
to keep his side neutral and let her move the story 
along, with careful nudges from him over the last 
several months the story had changed from dragons and 
warriors, to maidens and knights, and on to princesses 
and evil wizards and just lately she had been leaning 
towards farm girls and highwaymen. 

This particular story was of a girl travelling in a 
coach who was beset upon by bandits, captured and sold 
into slavery. He was the master in this story, having 
bought her young flesh on the open market and was 
making her into a concubine. In some stories they had 
characters who loved, but he had been grooming her away 
from that, with harsh masters that subjugated their 
slaves and made them over into sex objects. 

He could see her getting more and more turned on as the 
story progressed until he watched as one hand slipped 
down to rub her crotch through her panties, and she 
finally freed her small, lovely breasts from her bra 
for him to see. They went on and finished the story, 
with the girl finally giving herself over to her new 
life and new master, content to love him, even if he 
could not return the affection, and he smiling darkly 
as he wrote out her fantasies for her. When the story 
was over she pulled a shirt on over her bare breasts 
and chatted with him a bit. The time was ripe to put 
his plan into action. 

>>I'm going to have to be AFK for a week or so, 
Candygirl. 

>>What!?!?! Why?

>>I have a business trip down to Boston to attend, and 
I don't know when or even if I will be able to get 
online. 

He let this have a moment to sink in. He knew she lived 
just outside of Boston; he had planned this just for 
that reason. If all went well, he could meet with her 
and have fun for a day or three, possibly more, before 
flying back to Phoenix. 

>>I live in Boston!!! I want to see you.

>>You know my rules, I don't want to know where you 
live, Candygirl. We could both get in a lot of trouble 
if we get caught. 

>>I'm safe, John, you know that. See, young girl, not a 
cop. 

She zoomed the camera in and lifted up her shirt for 
him to see. He pressed a button and recorded the whole 
bit, taking a few shots of her lovely breasts for his 
collection. 

>>Did you see a badge there???

>>No, but it could be clipped to your waist

>>Bullshit! See.

She stood up and stripped completely, standing naked 
before him for the first time. Her downy black thatch 
of pubic hair visible and she cocked her hip to one 
side for him, and gave a saucy little wink. Then she 
was back at the keyboard, lying on her belly with her 
pert little titties in full view of the camera. 

>>See, no badges. We don't need no stinkin badges. 

>>I can see that. But you have to know something. I'm a 
bit older than I told you, too. I didn't want to scare 
you off, Candygirl. 

There was a longer pause at that. Then she was typing 
again. 

>>I still don't care. I want to see you. Pleeeeese 
John. I won't get caught I promise. 

He let the cursor blink for a while as he watched her 
on the monitor. He let himself appear to be considering 
the idea, mulling it over. Finally he smiled and typed, 
letting himself take a while, letting her get anxious, 
nervous before he hit enter.

>>OK, Candygirl. We can meet. But just the once, OK. 
You'll probably get one look at me and run the other 
way, but I am willing to chance that for you, little 
pet.

Another nickname he had for her. They chatted back and 
forth for a bit then, setting up a date and a time for 
them to meet and he had her play around a bit in front 
of the camera for him, letting her youthful innocence 
run wild as he savoured every inch of her nudity, every 
luscious curve and delicious bit of her before they 
signed off for the night. Once he was off, he smiled 
and sat back in the chair to watch his video of her. 

He had seen all of her there was to see this time. But 
seeing wasn't enough. He wanted to taste her, touch 
her, hear her moan and cry out and smell her lust and 
sweat. And he would. It had taken him a year to get her 
to this point, and he was prepared to wait as long as 
it took to get the rest. If not this trip then the next 
one for sure. He just had to be patient. 

***

Rachel was ecstatic. She quickly pulled her robe on and 
ran to shower. She was so wet and sweaty after that one 
and she rubbed herself in the shower as she washed off 
the sweat and saliva from her body. He was coming 
here!!! How was that possible? Just when she was giving 
up hope of ever meeting him, ever seeing what he looked 
like, he was coming here! She washed and dressed and 
sat down to re-read their little roleplay session. 

He had been so careful of his rules, not wanting to 
know where she lived, or to tell her where he lived. 
She had tried to trace his IP address, but that had 
been fruitless. It was a violation of his rules, but 
she had wanted to know, to know more about him, more 
about what he did, who he was. And he had 
understandably lied about his age to her. Had he told 
her when they met that he was thirty two she would have 
run screaming in the other direction and never spoken 
to him again. 

But she was glad he had. He was so wonderful and sweet 
and creative. And she was really looking forward to 
meeting him. She went over several of the sessions with 
him before her parents got home, then hid the memory 
stick where they wouldn't find it before going down to 
dinner. 

***

For Rachel the next two days crawled past. He wasn't 
online, but he was in the city. She wanted so badly to 
meet him, but had no idea where he was staying. For 
him, the days flew past. He found her house the first 
day and crept up to peek in her window as she slept 
that night. She was even lovelier than he had thought. 

He crept away and set things up for the future. A few 
stops here and there for supplies and toys, an innocent 
looking gift for her and a not so innocent one, for 
when he was sure that it was safe to give it to her, 
and then it was time. He parked his rental in front of 
the little cafe and went to sit and wait for her at the 
designated spot. He was just barely on time, but she 
was there, young and eager, in a place where no one 
would even notice her. It was a place he had scouted 
for just that reason weeks ago on his first trip to 
Boston. 

She looked up as he seated himself and smiled. "John?" 
He nodded and her smile grew larger. "I'm so glad 
to..." He shushed her quickly and slid over closer. 

"You have to keep your voice down a bit, Candygirl. 
Let's not draw any unwanted attention. Which is to say 
any attention at all." He set a box before her on the 
table and placed a kiss on her temple, his hand resting 
for just a moment on her thigh as he did, before he 
moved away from her a little, to appear more 
appropriate to the casual observer. "Sweet Sixteen, 
Candygirl." He said with a smile.

She looked at the box and then at him. There was a warm 
spot where he had kissed her and she had felt a real 
jolt when his fingers just barely brushed the skin of 
her thigh. The spark had ignited an ache within her 
belly that threatened to consume her completely. 
Feeling a bit numb she unwrapped the box and took out 
the contents. Inside was a stuffed bear. She looked at 
it, and then back at him puzzled. 

"Look at it closer, Candygirl. It's not just a stuffed 
animal."

She looked closer and saw that the little bear wore a 
chain around its neck with a key on it. Closer 
inspection revealed a hidden zipper in the back of the 
bear that opened onto a small compartment inside that 
was big enough to hide a small journal or some other 
little trinket. Inside was a small book with a black 
leather cover. A blank journal. She looked up at him 
again and her smile grew ten times larger. 

"OH! Oh John! Thank you so much I... I don't know what 
to say."

He just smiled. "Just enjoy it; you don't need to say 
anything. It's just a present." They sat and talked a 
while longer and she found herself slipping closer to 
him, until she was within reach of him. As they chatted 
she rested one hand on his leg and smiled prettily and 
soon he returned the gesture, covering her hand with 
his own and just relaxing. They parted happily that 
night and he made plans to visit with her again in two 
days time for a longer visit. He walked to his car 
smiling and she watched him go, feeling that ache in 
her tummy and clutching the bear. 

When she got home she immediately hid her memory stick 
within the bear and wore the little chain as a charm 
bracelet at all times, even in the shower, for fear she 
might lose it. She had a plan then, a plan to share 
with him. She missed their role-play sessions and she 
wanted to get him alone and play again, enjoy the 
stories he wove with her over the internet in a more 
visceral setting, in something a bit more real, a bit 
more intimate. Dressing she went about her day in a bit 
of a daze, the ache still within her tummy and her 
dreams at night were ones of heat and lust, with barely 
remembered details that left her gasping and sweating 
when she woke. 

For him, however, the next two days were spent in 
preparation. He arranged a second hotel room under an 
assumed name. For this he padded his clothes and wore 
shoes with lifts for check in, in case anyone noticed 
him. A hat to hide his hair and contacts to hide his 
eyes, with some fake glasses insured that he would be 
hard to spot if anything went wrong. He stocked the 
room with a bit of food and drinks and even purchased a 
different car. (Used, also under the assumed name) when 
it was all done, he was ready for her visit with him, 
and sat in his penthouse suite waiting for the day to 
arrive, waiting with a feeling of anticipation and 
desire. 

***

The second meeting was for lunch, and they chose a 
quiet cafe to eat, before a walk in the park. It was 
she who brought up the idea of going somewhere to role-
play. 

"I don't think that's a good idea, Candygirl. We're 
pushing the boundaries just meeting like this. If your 
parents found out..."

"My parents think I'm over at a friends house studying, 
and my friend Casey knows to lie for me. She's 
nineteen, and has her own apartment, my parents trust 
her." She snorted a little laugh at that and he smiled. 

He took the opportunity to look her over again. She 
wore a little skirt that came to about mid-thigh and a 
tight, tiny little tee that accentuated the swell of 
her firm, pert breasts. The skirt left her smooth, long 
legs bare over sandals, with her fingernails and 
toenails painted the same purple as her preferred font 
on their chat program. He shook his head, as if 
considering a negative, but then sighed. 

"I miss our role-play too, Candygirl. It has become 
something I look forward to. And if you are absolutely 
sure you won't be missed..." She nodded once, 
emphatically, and he returned it. "This may seem a 
little strange, but I will need to take some 
precautions so no one catches us at it, OK?" She nodded 
again and he smiled, one hand coming up to rest on her 
cheek, the ball of his thumb slowly caressing the soft 
skin of her face as he smiled into her eyes. 

There was something in his eyes that made a part of her 
go cold, but it was gone a moment later as she revelled 
in his touch, gasping and arching her back, pushing her 
chest out a little and parting her lips. As her eyes 
closed, he smiled a little more. She was almost his. 

***

An hour later, Mr. Frank Reese, from Seattle, 
Washington pulled his large, heavy suitcase out of his 
car. A tall, heavy man he was dressed in a flannel 
shirt and baggy cargo pants as he carefully set the 
suitcase in one of the baggage carts that was provided 
by the hotel and took a moment to catch his breath and 
push his thick glasses up on his nose a little higher. 
Slamming the trunk of his old ford, he pushed the cart 
into the hotel and then the elevator. A couple in the 
elevator nodded once to him and then promptly forgot 
the overweight, slightly smelly man. 

He got off at the third floor and pushed the cart down 
the hall to his room. Taking the key from his pocket he 
opened the door, manoeuvred the cart inside, and closed 
it. Bending over, he unzipped the bag, lifted the lid, 
and stood to watch the young woman emerge from the 
suitcase. He didn't look much like the man she knew, 
but she had watched him change into the outfit, amazed 
at the change, and felt a little knot of uncertainty in 
her belly. 

Had he planned this? She thought it had all been her 
idea, but it was looking more and more like he had 
planned this all. But he had caressed her face again, 
letting her lean into him as he did, and she had been 
won over. She climbed into the suitcase while it was 
already in the trunk and he zipped her in. It was a 
claustrophobic feeling, but he said it was necessary so 
they didn't get caught. There were a lot of weirdoes 
out there and he didn't want to get mistaken for one of 
them. 

And now, she was in his room! It was just a hotel room, 
and none too fancy. But it was up high in the building, 
and there were windows looking out over the park, but 
no one could see in. She smiled as he offered her a 
hand up and out of the suitcase. 

"Give me a moment to get changed while you think of a 
story for us to tell, and we'll get started. There's 
snacks in the fridge, help yourself to the minibar, if 
you want. But no booze please. I won't have you getting 
drunk." Then he vanished into the bathroom. 

She got out a can of mountain dew and walked around the 
room. It had the pleasantly lived-in look of someone 
who has been there a few days and plans to stay for at 
least a few more. She sat in the big chair and relaxed 
as he changed. She peeked at the bathroom door, which 
was open just a crack and smiled. Padding over she 
nudged it open a little more and peeked in. He was just 
slipping out of his pants as she looked. Standing naked 
in the bathroom, he was turned just right so she could 
see everything. 

He was in good condition and was tone and tan, and as 
he turned to grab a washcloth, she caught sight of his 
penis. It didn't look too large, but it was still soft, 
flaccid with his balls hanging just below it. Then he 
was facing away from her and washing his chest with the 
washcloth. She took a little while to admire his body 
and then slipped back to her chair to wait for him to 
join her in the room. Sight of him naked had turned the 
ache in her belly into a small, hot spark that 
threatened to ignite into something more. She sat 
sipping at her can of soda and thinking while she 
waited.

He had taken his time getting undressed and was pleased 
to see her peeking in at him in the mirror. He didn't 
let on that he saw her, just turned a bit so she could 
get a good look at him naked, and then went about 
getting washed up. He was nervous as hell, and sweating 
from the layers of clothes he had been wearing. But he 
had not been disappointed, she had come to take a look 
and now she knew what he looked like with nothing on, 
they were on even ground, though she didn't know that 
he knew that. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a black 
tee he walked out into the room and smiled at her. 
Moving over to take a drink from the fridge, he sat on 
the other chair, across the table from her, and 
relaxed. 

"So, any ideas yet, Candygirl?"

She nodded. "Yep. How about this, you be the school 
teacher and I'll be the student, kept after school for 
detention, alone, just the two of us. Let's see what 
develops from that, OK?"

He nodded once and started in on the story. They went 
back and forth for an hour or so until they started to 
get to the erotic parts. He had been careful to turn on 
the radio, something instrumental to keep people from 
hearing what else was going on and now he stood, pacing 
a bit and finally he moved over to the fridge and got 
out a bag of Doritos and some fresh drinks for them. 
She was breathing a little heavy and he seated himself 
on the couch, beside her chair, and opened the bag. 

"So you are failing English, Kandi." Most of her 
characters were named some form of Candygirl, except 
for the times when she played a slave, and they became 
Pet. "And there isn't enough time in the school year 
for you to make up the grades. I'm sorry, but I'm going 
to have to fail you. You'll be kept back a grade next 
year, I don't have a choice."

"Oh, please Mr. Robinson, isn't there anything at all 
that I can do? If I fail, I'll be kept out of the 
soccer team next year and my parents will be furious. 
Is there anything at all that I can do?" She said in 
her best role-play voice as she selected a chip from 
the bag and then popped it into her mouth. "I'd sit a 
little forward then, like this." 

She sat forward in the chair, back straight, chest 
thrust out, and head cocked prettily to one side. It 
was a lovely view of her breasts from this angle and he 
rested his hand on her thigh, just at the hem of her 
skirt as she spoke. "And bat my eyes." She batted her 
eyes at him, a small pout appearing on her face as she 
leaned in close to him, lips parted ever so slightly 
and placed her hand over his on her leg. 

He was sitting forward under the pretence of easier 
access to the bag of chips, and he shifted ever so 
slightly, turning his head a little to line up with 
hers. "Well, Mr. Robinson looks a little pensive, 
frankly and sits down on the desk next to yours. His 
arms are crossed as he looks you up and down, then 
looks at his watch and sighs. 'Well, Frankly Kandi, I 
can't think of anything a girl your age could do for me 
that would be entirely appropriate. But I am open to 
suggestions.' You can see that he is clearly aroused 
and looking studiously down your shirt, trying to get a 
better view of your breasts."

She smiled at him. "Well. I'd start by spreading my 
legs just a little more and reaching up a little 
tentatively to unbutton the top button of my shirt." 
She mimicked the action on her tee as she spread her 
legs a little further apart, pressing one slender leg 
against his as she spoke. "Then I'd undo another 
button, giving a glimpse of my little white lace bra 
underneath, and look shyly up into his eyes to see if 
he was getting horny or angry."

"He's getting horny, his breathing is a little faster 
and his tongue darts out to lick his lips." He says as 
he demonstrates. 

"I'd undo the next button and shrug a shoulder a little 
so the cloth slips off and I show a bit more skin. My 
other hand would slide up my thigh and push my skirt up 
higher and higher, revealing more leg as the next and 
final button came undone, the shirt slipping down to 
reveal both shoulders and the cups of my bra as I 
spread my legs a bit more and gave him a view of my 
panties."

"He's very aroused by this, and he wipes a hand over 
his mouth as he stares openly at your chest, his eyes 
flicking down at the mound of your pussy and the bulge 
of his erection is easily visible to you through his 
pants, right about on eye level with you and quite 
large."

"John, I need to get a bit of a better feel for this 
story. Hold on." A moment later she had stripped her 
shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. He blinked 
once in shock and looked away. 

"Online is one thing, Candygirl. Please put that back 
on." His sincerity was false, and he hoped she wouldn't 
listen to him. And he was pleasantly rewarded when she 
didn't. 

"No, it's all just fun, and playing around, right? 
Besides, we're careful, aren't we? No one will ever 
know. I don't mind a little playing around. Can we get 
back to our story now?" 

He had to hide a smile. She was taking the lead in this 
one. Excellent. He could make this feel and look like 
it was all her idea if he played it right. Turning back 
to her he had the decency to blush and smile, and tried 
to keep his eyes on her face, but his gaze kept 
slipping down to her chest, and to the fork of her 
legs, where he could see the black panties that she was 
wearing as the skirt had parted, in reality as in the 
story. 

"Alright, if you're fine with it I am too, Candygirl. 
Mr. Robinson shifts on the desk and looks uncomfortable 
for some reason. Perhaps it is his contained erection 
or the sight of your flesh, but he is fidgeting 
slightly and looking embarrassed, but not looking 
away."

"A bit like you, huh?" She asked with a laugh. "Well, 
I'd give a shy little-girl smile and cross my arms over 
my chest, turning my head away, looking like I'm having 
second thoughts. But I slip one strap off of my 
shoulder, the right one, and then the left. My 
shoulders bare, I slowly slide my hands down my arms 
and push the sleeves of my shirt and straps of my bra 
farther down as I do. Then I'll look up and catch his 
eyes, and lick my lips very slowly as I use my forearms 
to slide my bra down and off of my breasts." As she 
talked, she mimicked the actions until her breasts were 
free from the cups of the little bra. 

John licked his lips and took a long drink of soda 
before talking again. She had such lovely, pink nipples 
and areola that drew his eyes as he swallowed. For a 
moment she was all he could think about and he nearly 
ruined the last years work by just jumping her right 
then, taking what he wanted by force and damn the 
consequences. But his patience won out, and he went on 
with the story. His own erection was growing in the 
jeans, and he knew that she would be able to see it 
clearly. 

"Mr Robinson looks a little amazed, as if he had been 
hoping for this and not really expecting it at all. But 
he doesn't tell you to get dressed, or yell at you, he 
just sits on his desk like he is stunned and doesn't 
know what to do." 

"I quickly shrug out of my shirt and unhook my bra and 
set it aside." She does this as well, sitting before 
him topless. "Then slip out of my chair and down onto 
my knees in front of him and nuzzle at his leg with my 
face." John wonders if she will do this as well, but 
she doesn't. 

He leans a bit farther forward as he listens and his 
hand slides a little further up her thigh. "After a bit 
I'll rub at his erection through his jeans and bring my 
hands up to tug at his belt, unfastening it if he will 
let me." She looks up at John then and he nods once. 
"Then unbutton and unzip the fly, pushing the fabric 
back out of the way I'll nuzzle a bit at his cock 
through his underwear and caress his inner thighs with 
my hands softly."

"He sighs at that and rests one hand on top of your 
head, caressing softly as he gasps at the feel of your 
face against his erection through the shorts. If 
anything, it seems to swell larger at the caress and he 
shifts slightly to let his slacks slide down his legs 
to pool around his feet as he stands up before you."

"I'll caress his cock with my cheek and slide a hand up 
to fondle his balls as I moan a little into his crotch, 
letting him feel the vibrations from my voice. Then 
I'll move both hands to the waistband of his underwear 
and pull them down his legs, freeing his cock and 
letting it slap against my cheek. I'll look up at him 
and brush my lips over it as I fondle his balls again 
and lick my lips, using my other hand to softly stroke 
him."

God she was good, John could almost feel her doing that 
to him; he could almost see her hand stroking the shaft 
of his cock as she kissed it lightly and fondled his 
balls with her other hand. She looked at him and seemed 
to see how close his face was for the first time, both 
of them leaning forward in their conversation as they 
got to 'the good part' as she liked to call it. Then 
she was kissing him, lips pressed to his and her soft 
tongue caressing his as the kiss deepened. A moment 
later he pulled away and sat back in his chair. 

"Maybe we should stop here, Candygirl. This is getting 
a little out of hand."

"I... I don't know, John. I really don't. I want you, 
and I can see you want me. But you're so much older 
than me, I've always been told its wrong for people our 
ages to be together, for any reason." She slipped out 
of the chair to kneel before him on the floor and rest 
her hands on his legs, looking into his eyes. He could 
see the tears on her cheeks. "Did you seduce me into 
this, John? Did you bring me here for sex?"

The question rocked him to the core. How had she seen 
through him? He was already making plan changes in his 
head. Abandon the car, the rooms, and his things here 
in Boston, and hop the next flight to somewhere in the 
wrong direction, then a bus, maybe a train in there...

"Please tell me the truth, I still want you, I still 
want to kiss you, to... to... to fuck you, if I can, 
John. I'm tired of stories, I want the real thing. So 
tell me the truth, I won't get mad or scared if you say 
yes. I just want to know the truth." 

She was looking at him with big luminous eyes that 
spoke of hurt and lust in equal measures, and then he 
was leaning forward to kiss her, his arms going around 
her as he pulled her against his chest, lifting her up 
to straddle his legs on the couch, his lips crushed to 
hers, her hands in his hair as his hands caressed her 
back and clasped over her pert, firm ass to pull her 
closer to him. They parted and she rested her head 
against his shoulder as she gasped for breath. They 
both took their time getting their wind back and she 
sat up in his lap, looking at him looking at her. 

"Please tell me, John. Tell me the truth. I..."

"Yes." He interrupted her, nodding as all of his plans 
fled his skull, and he was playing it by ear. He could 
never, even if he had been given a million years, have 
thought this would happen. This was the fourth girl 
this age he had done this to, and he was good at what 
he did, it was his hobby, of sorts. "Yes, I have been 
seducing you and grooming you since I met you, Rachel." 
He said calling her by her real name for the first 
time. 

She nodded and leaned in to rest against his chest. 
"And I still want you, John. I still want to have you 
for as long as I can. I know you can't stay long, but I 
want to be with you as much as I can." Then they were 
pulling at each other's clothes and kissing, groping 
and moaning and she slid out of his lap, pulling his 
pants down, urging him to stand as she mimicked the 
last moments in their role-play. Looking up at him, one 
hand slowly stroking back and forth over the shaft of 
his penis, the other hand fondling his balls as she 
lightly kissed his shaft, nuzzled against it and gave 
teasing little licks. 

"I'd watch his face, seeing if he liked what I was 
doing, listening to the sounds he made and shifting so 
my breasts... no, my tits brushed against his legs, 
caressing him with my nipples and moaning against him." 

"He... he likes it, his cock is hard, throbbing in your 
hand, begging for a kiss, a deep, wet kiss from your 
sweet young mouth." 

She did as she was told, kissing and licking at his 
shaft as he spoke, and then gently taking the head into 
her mouth and sucking lightly, tenderly at the swollen 
head. With a little instruction from him, and practice, 
she carefully took more and more of him into her mouth, 
moaning around his shaft at the taste and feel of him 
in her mouth. He gasped; revelling in the feel of her 
sucking at him, caressing him, the velvety, hot feel of 
her mouth around his shaft was so wonderful, words 
couldn't describe it. But he stopped her before his 
excitement overwhelmed him, and pulled away from her 
warm, inviting mouth. 

"He stops you then, and pulls you up and against him. 
At some point he had taken off his shirt, and he pulls 
you in to kiss you, the feel of your firm, young tits 
pressing against his chest and your slender, youthful 
body in his hands. He kisses you..."

She interrupts him. "I turn my head and don't let him 
kiss me. 'Mr. Robinson, this is for my grades, not for 
love. I'll give you sex, and you'll increase my grade. 
When the year is over, the relationship is over, 
nothing more.' Then I lean my head back and arch my 
back presenting my tits for his mouth and hands." 

John stops talking and gets down to actions, acting out 
what his character would do instead of dictating it. He 
picks her up, letting her legs wrap around her waist 
and brings his mouth to her chest, fastening onto a 
nipple with his mouth as he supports her with one 
strong arm. She is so light that it's easy for him to 
hold her up like that. His other hand goes to her other 
breast and he kneads it gently as he sucks hard at her 
nipple, careful not to leave a mark. 

He takes two steps over towards the bed, and then 
changes his mind. There is a small dining area in the 
room, so he carries her over and sets her down on the 
table. His hands pull at her panties and shirt, 
stripping them off of her as he sucks at first one 
breast and then the other. 

"Well, Kandi, Your grades are quite bad, I could only 
raise your grade one point for this, and you'll need 
three to pass the year, and five to get onto the soccer 
team next year." As he talks he caressed her sex with 
one hand and her breasts with the other. His thumb 
finds her clit and he circles it carefully and slowly, 
feeling the juices flow over his thumb as he works a 
moan from her. She writhes under his touch and he 
smiles again. "Are you willing to work your grade off 
that badly, Kandi?"

"Y-yesssss, Yes I am, Mr. Robinson. I-I... want to be 
in soccer next... next year very badly. But only if you 
have a condom. I don't want a baby at this age, I'm too 
young still." 

He almost plays it so he doesn't have to wear one, he 
likes to ride bareback, but he acquiesces to her 
request and fetches one from the nightstand. He already 
knew she was a virgin, but if she was willing to give 
that to him, then he would accept it. Returning, he 
pulls a chair over and sits down with the wet, ready 
mound of her pussy splayed and open before him, placing 
the condom on her belly he leans down and begins to 
lick, rub, and suck at the lips of her pussy, seeking 
greater and greater arousal from her as he uses his 
hands and mouth to work her to an orgasm, concentrating 
on her clit and labia major, spreading her open to lick 
across her hymen and then suck hard on her clit, his 
nose buried in her pubic hair and his free hand 
caressing her leg, then sliding up to squeeze one 
breast and gently tweak a nipple. Moments later she 
moans loudly, arching her back up off of the table and 
he laps at the sudden flood of juices that flow out of 
her. 

Standing, he takes the condom from her belly, unwraps 
it and sheathes himself with it, then rubs his thumb 
over her opening as he waits for her to come around 
enough to coherently make the decision to give him this 
much. When her eyes focus on him, he looks her right in 
the eyes and she nods at him, wrapping her legs tighter 
around him and he caresses her tender, wet slit with 
the head of his penis, lathering the head in her juices 
and gently applying pressure until he presses against 
her hymen. 

Repositioning his hands on her legs, he lets her adjust 
to the feel and size of him inside of her, and then 
pulls her to him as he thrusts forward to meet her. The 
last barrier of her virginity gives with almost no 
resistance and she gives a little squeal as his thick 
member slides several inches into her slick canal. 

The squeal of pain turns into a moan of pleasure as she 
adjusts to him, and he slowly starts working in and out 
very slowly, his hands holding her legs and moving them 
up so they are in a V shape and she lay before him on 
the table writing in pleasure and arching her back to 
take in a little more of him, then a little more, until 
he rests as deep as he dare go within her. He can feel 
the deepest part of her canal, and the barrier of her 
cervix pressing against the head of his cock and he 
slowly moves back, giving her time to adjust, time to 
accept, time to adapt. 

Soon he is thrusting into her, pulling her back to meet 
him with each thrust and she is moaning and calling out 
his name, bucking her hips wildly and fucking him back 
just as hard as he is giving it to her. She sits up and 
wraps her legs around his waist as he wraps his arms 
around her to pick her up then sits back in the chair 
with her in his lap, and she is riding him, nuzzling at 
his neck, never stopping the story they have created 
between them. 

As she crests to her second orgasm, he feels his own 
climax building, and the sight of her going over the 
top causes him to lose control, and his balls clench as 
he empties his load into the condom. She slumps against 
him, spent, and he just holds her as they relax and 
bathe in the afterglow. 

To be continued?

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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