I stood with my back to the class. Excited, Friday afternoon whispers filled the room as I tried to finish the day’s lesson. “This will be the last problem of the day,” I said, turning back toward my 6th grade students. “Who wants to try?”

No one raised their hand.

“Nobody?” I looked from face to face. “Irene,” I said smiling, “You want to try this one? You haven’t gone to the board yet.”

“O…Okay.” The girl said with a reddening face. Irene was a very shy girl, but surely one of my best students. She rose from her desk and walked to the front of the class. She was under five feet tall and undeveloped. Her dark hair hung straight, unadorned down her slender back. She took the chalk in hand and solved the problem with no difficulty.

“Very good,” I said smiling at the girl. She caught my eye and looked away, blushing even more intensely. “Does everyone see how-“

The school bell rang and the class erupted into a fury. Students threw their books into their bags while others ran out shouting into the hall. Within seconds the class was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I stayed for another hour and a half to finish writing next week’s test. At five, I rose from my desk and stretched. Skyrim and a case of beer waited for me back at home. As I gathered my things, I noticed a purple notebook on the floor. I picked it up and looked at the cover. In black marker, the word “PRIVATE’ was written on the center.

I wouldn’t consider myself an especially nosey person, but I couldn’t resist opening the book. I immediately recognized the handwriting. It was Irene’s. I closed it and slipped it into my bag for safekeeping. I’d give it back to her on Monday.

It was another in a series of lonely Friday nights. After six strong beers, and a few hours of videogames, I decided it was the perfect time to continue working on my novel. It’s a Sci-fi story about a mathematician that is part of the crew that makes first contact with intelligent, extraterrestrial life. I grabbed my notebook from my bag and began reading the last few pages.

My eyes blinked tiredly at my handwritten prose. How drunk was I when I wrote this? I thought after reading a paragraph. I didn’t remember writing a sex scene. “Who’s kissing whom?” I slurred after reading further. “And who’s Mr.-“

I stopped reading when I saw my name. Confused, I stared at the page as my chemically hindered brain struggled to process what I was reading. I remembered the diary. I remembered who it belonged to.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as everything fell into place. Had I been sober, I’d have closed the book and pretend I never saw it. However, drunken curiosity drove me to continue reading. I found the beginning of the story.

“Math Class Ass”, was the name she’d given it. As I read, my jaw fell open.

Mr. Bastion kissed my neck and his strong hand moved to my thigh. I moaned as he slid his fingers under my underwear. I spread my legs and threw my head back. He put a finger inside me.

I stopped reading, half embarrassed and half amused. I closed the diary and rubbed my eyes. Wondering what I should do, I rose from the table.

My cock stood erect, pitching a tent in an old pair of basketball shorts. My heart beat faster as I realized that the thought of fucking the 12 year old had gotten me aroused. I went to bed, forcing the story from my mind and willing my erection away.

I couldn’t get the story out of my mind. An early morning jog was little help. I forced myself to work on my novel, but that was a bust. There were even moments during a pick-up basketball game that I found my thoughts wondering. What’s wrong with me?

Stone sober, I let temptation get the better of me that night. I opened the diary back up and started reading. The story started in last period math class. Irene is sitting at her desk, “wet like a dripping sponge”, and trying to concentrate. The bell rings and I stop her before she leaves class. There is a brief exchange, before I begin to seduce her. The unfinished story stops as Irene takes my “Iron like penis” into her “trembling hands”.

I closed the book.

I’d never thought about Irene in a sexual way. There were other girls, more developed than she was that I found myself staring at. But not Irene. That all changed with this story. Lying in bed that night, I had a stubborn erection and couldn’t stop thinking about the young girl. So innocent. So delicate. So petite.

I began masturbating, imagining my own endings to the story. All ended the same, with Irene crying in orgasm as I erupt inside her freshly deflowered womanhood.

When I finally came, I came harder than I had in years. It was the kind of orgasm that leaves you panting and exhausted with a large smile stuck across your face. I came two more times that night, each nearly as satisfying as the last. It was after 3am when I finally fell asleep.

Irene collected her diary the following Monday. She raised her hand shyly when I asked the class if anyone had left behind a notebook. I acted as indifferent as I could when I handed the book to her. She seemed relieved. I started the day’s lesson, trying the force thoughts of the girl out of my head.

My dreams that night, and for the next few weeks, were of Irene and her small, slender body. We would make love all over the school in every position my mind could imagine. I was a giving lover, bringing the girl to countless, quaking orgasms with my cock, fingers and tongue. She tasted sweet and was as smooth as fine silk.

My mornings consisted of furious masturbation and icy showers. I both dreaded and longed for last period. My heart would skip a beat when Irene would walk quietly into class, and my stomach fluttered whenever we made eye contact.

I considered seeing a therapist, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to bring myself the talk about the desires I was having.

There was really only one thing I could do to save my sanity, and the thought was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating.

It was a muggy Friday in late May when I realized I couldn’t keep living like this. My heart raced as the clock ticked down to the final bell. The students worked in groups, studying for a test the following Monday. My cock was as hard as it’s ever been, as I sneaked glances at Irene. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a pink shirt and had her long black hair in a ponytail. The back of her thin neck glistened in the heat.

The bell rang and I swallowed hard. My logical mind pleaded with me not to go ahead with this. “Irene,” I said with a slight tremble in my voice. The girl looked over at me. “Could I see you? I’d like to talk to you about something.” I was careful to quote her story exactly.

Her eyes widened by a hair and she nodded. She put her things in her bag and as the rest of the class was filing out of the room, she approached my desk.

When the last student left the room, I continued reciting my lines from her story. “I saw the way you were looking at me, Irene,” I said in a hushed voice.

A barely audible gasp came from the girl. “I, um, I don’t…”

“It’s okay. It’s normal, even natural, for girls to have impure thoughts about men.”

Irene’s face was bright crimson, and she appeared about to throw up. “You…you read it?”

I nodded.

She looked at her shoes. “Are you making fun of me? That story was private.” She said with uncharacteristic force behind her words.

I broke character. “No, no, no. I’m not making fun of you. I, uh…” I double checked that the room was empty. “What happened in the story, is that what you want? Do you really feel that way about me?”

Her embarrassment must have been debilitating. The girl stared at the ground and shuffled her feet. She was silent.

“Because,” I continued, “I feel that way about you.”

The rise and fall of Irene’s flat chest quickened. She seemed to force herself to make eye contact. “I,” she whispered, “I…I do…feel that way.”

I never wanted anything as much as I wanted Irene. She was so sweet, and beautiful. Her big brown eyes stared into mine. She smiled. A big, toothy grin that told me she wanted me. I knew if she wanted me even a tenth as much as I wanted her, I was doing the right thing.

I leaned forward in my desk, and took the girls hand into mine. “Are you sure?” I asked. I had to hear her say it.

She nodded, “Yes. I want you.” Her voice shook as her small hand squeezed mine.

I smiled at the girl and released her hand. Sweat coated my palm, whether it was mine or Irene’s, I don’t know. I looked out my classroom door. Students passed by, oblivious to the passion brewing in the room. I rose from my desk and closed the door. I exhaled deeply and locked the door. Without trying to hide my arousal, I walked back to the waiting child.

Irene stood before me, looking up with a smile. She crossed her arms and rubbed her right forearm nervously. A lock of hair had fallen and covered her right eye.

I brushed it away.

She closed her eyes at the touch, and tilted her head back ever so slightly.

I leaned forward and kissed her. The heat of her lips warmed mine, and sent a calm through my body. I put a hand on her shoulder and ran it down her slender arm. She placed a hand on my waist. The girl’s kisses were firm, but she soon followed my lead and relaxed. I caressed her back and moved my lips to her neck.

She breathed heavily and whimpered slightly.

Her skin was salted with sweat and she smelled so natural. No cheap perfume. No flowery lotions. I was smelling her and her alone. My lips moved to her ear. “I want you,” I whispered. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” I took her chin and turned her face toward mine. “You’re so beautiful.”

Again, our lips met. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and timidly, she did the same. She tasted of mint chewing gum. I moved my hands to her perky ass and she giggled as I lifted her and sat her on my desk. We continued to kiss as I parted her legs and stood between her knobby knees. I pulled her close and put my hands on her waist.

After several passionate minutes, I pulled my lips away. A strand of saliva bound us as I whispered, “I want to see your body.” I reached my hands under her shirt and lifted.

Irene raised her arms as the pink top slid off. Her small breasts were beautiful buds of soft flesh. The areolas were large and puffy, a shade darker than the pale surrounding flesh. Beads of sweat traversed down her chest and abdomen before getting absorbed into her jeans.

The girl closed her eyes as her face reddened.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, lifting her face to mine. “What’s wrong?”

She opened her eyes and looked down at her breasts. “They’re…” she whispered, “they’re too small.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I think they’re lovely.” I kissed her neck and worked down toward her right nipple. I took the smooth flesh into my mouth and sucked.

The child, gasped slightly as my tongue flicked the sensitive flesh.

I could feel the pounding of her heart through my lips. I moved my hands up her back and moved to her other nipple. The trail of my saliva like a snail’s trail between the two.

Irene’s heart continued to pound. The tips of my fingers summoned goose bumps as I delicately fluttered them over her back. She shivered, cooed, and fidgeted with her hips.

“I’m so wet, Mr. Bastion,” she said sending more blood to my already swollen cock.

I stood, and kissed her lips briefly. “I want to see more of you,” I said. “I want to…taste…more of you.”

The girl moved her hands to the button on her jeans, and undid it. The hem of a pair of pale blue panties came into view. She pulled her zipper down and kicked off her shoes. Little bumble bees adorned the crotch of her underwear. Finally, she began to pull down her jeans. When she got them off her feet, she stood still, as if expecting an inspection.

She looked adorably shy. With blushing cheeks and feet turned inward, she lifted her face. Her brown eyes were saucers and she smiled with the left side of her mouth.

I helped her back onto the desk. We kissed and I placed my hand on her bare thigh. I softly stroked her closer and closer to her crotch. When my hand reached the cotton of her panties, I could feel the warmth emanating from underneath. Gently, I ran my fingers over her pussy.

Irene’s breath caught in her throat.

I could feel the outline of her lips. A wet spot had seeped into her underwear and stuck them to her maidenhood. I slipped my hand under the top hem and felt her hair. It was soft, feathery, and scant.

The girl’s breathing quickened as my hand went deeper.

I cupped her pussy and softy rubbed her.

She pushed her hips firmly into my hand. “Harder,” she whispered.

I pressed my hand harder against her crotch and massaged her.

She moaned and leaned back, resting her hands on the desk behind her. Her smooth chest rose and fell as if she were having and asthma attack. She closed her eyes and smiled with her reddened lips. “Mr. Bastion…” her words faded.

I kissed her shoulder and slipped the tip of my finger between her fleshy pussy lips. Tracing her cleft up and down, I felt her moisture begin to coat my finger. I grazed her clitoris.

Irene squealed loudly. “That…feels so good,” she said.

I rubbed her clit with gentle circles.

Her moans echoed in the empty room.

I’d forgotten where we were. “Shh…” I whispered. “Someone might hear us.”

“I can’t help it, Mr. Bastion,” Irene said remorsefully. “It feels too good.”

I came to my senses. “We have to stop this. We’ll get caught.”

With a determined face, Irene thought. “Come to my house,” she said finally. “My mom won’t be home ‘till eight.”

I shook my head. “No. What if someone sees me?”

“You can park in the alley behind the house. No one will see you.” She had the look of utter desire on her face. “Please, Mr. Bastion?”

I looked into her pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to make her scream in ecstasy. We couldn’t do that here.

Her lip quivered.

“Yes,” I said.

Joy shot to the girl’s face and she hopped of the desk. She bent over and grabbed her jeans. Her panties had ridden up into her ass crack, displaying the two beautiful, smooth lobes of pale flesh. “I’ll give you my address.” She said frantically. “It takes me about 15 minutes to bike home.”

As she dressed, I tried to will my erection away, but had little luck. After she slipped her shoes on, she told me her address and I made sure the hallway was clear.

The girl ran towards the door like an infantryman avoiding sniper fire.

I waited a few minutes and gathered my things. With a thumping heart and obvious erection, I hurried out of the school, hoping not to be seen. I made it to my car unnoticed and checked the directions on my phone. The girl lived a couple miles away. It looked like a heavily treed area, with plenty of space between the houses. That’s good, I thought as I started to pull out of my parking space.

When I drove by the front of the house, a bike lay on its side in the driveway. I drove to the end of the street and pulled down the alley behind the row of houses. When I reached Irene’s house, I parked my car. I would have expected some second thoughts, but I had none. What I was about to do just seemed right. I opened the gate and saw Irene’s smiling face peeking out from behind a curtain. She dropped it and a moment later, the back door opened. I hurried inside.

When the back door slammed, the little girl jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist.

“We’re alone?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “For about four hours.” She initiated a kiss as I held her under her thighs.

I carried her through the kitchen and into the hallway. She reached out and grabbed the first doorframe we passed.

“This is my room,” she said.

I brought her inside and she giggled as I threw her to the bed playfully. She bounced a couple times and rolled to her side.

The room was obviously designed for a little girl. Light pink walls matched the covers and sheets of the unmade bed. Stuffed animals lay in a pile in the corner while others were scattered across the floor. A dollhouse sat in one corner, looking dusty and neglected. There were other amenities in the room which spoke to the more mature Irene. There was a make-up table by the door and a well-stocked bookshelf.

I stood before her, erect and ready.

“Can I see…it…now?”

“You mean my cock?” Our privacy had removed all my reservations. “You want to see my cock?”

Irene nodded coyly. “Uh-huh.”

“Say it then,” I said.

“I…I want to see your cock.” She stared at my bulge as she spoke. “Please, Mr. Bastion, let me see your cock.”

I removed my shirt, undid my belt, and unbuttoned my slacks. My cock tenting my boxers, I stood before the girl. There was a dark precum stain over my leaking head.

Irene looked at the patch of moisture inquisitively.

“Do you know what precum is?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“So you must be really excited,” the child said after hearing my explanation. “You’re leaking a lot.”

“You want to see it?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Well, come over here and see it.” I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants.

Irene moved to the edge of the bed. She sat with my cock inches from her face and reached out tentatively. Her hands reached under the waist of my boxers and pulled them down.

My cock bounced free, the purple head glistening. For several seconds, Irene stared at it wide eyed and smiling. Finally, she reached for it. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft delicately and carefully, like my dick was a venomous snake that would lash out at her. “It’s so hard,” she said squeezing ever so slightly.

Her hand felt incredible. Better than any pussy I’d ever felt.

“Stroke it,” I said, already knowing I’d be cumming very soon.

The girl moved her fist down my shaft. She did it again, smearing precum all down my six and a half inches.

“Will you put it in your mouth?” I asked.

The girl looked up at me. “You want a blowjob?” She asked continuing to stroke me.

I nodded, unable to speak.

Irene licked her lips and bent forward. Her mouth opened and she enveloped my head. Her wet tongue flicked the tip and slid underneath. She took about two inches in before coughing. She sucked hard, and pulled her head back. There was a wet pop as the vacuum around my cock broke as the head slid passed her lips. She swallowed and, with a face stern and focused, she began to blow me.

I’ve received technically better blowjobs, sure. But nothing compares to the awkward, but so eager to please, blowjob given to me by that little girl.

Her head bobbed back and forth as I neared orgasm. “Can I…” I was breathing hard. “Can I…cum in…your mouth?”

Irene’s eyes met mine. “Uh-huh,” she grunted.

I fought to hold back, knowing this would undoubtedly be the best blowjob of my life. When I could no longer resist, I rested my hands on her head and erupted into the 12 year olds mouth.

She closed her eyes and gagged as the first spurt flooded her gullet. She pulled my cock from her mouth and swallowed as more cum splashed across her lips. Just in time for the last few jets, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Thick, white cum coated her taste buds while she laughed with excitement.

I stroked myself, dripping the last few drops onto her tongue. She swallowed and shook like a toddler forcing down a mouthful of broccoli. “Ughh,” she moaned.

I laughed. “Was it that bad?” I asked, feeling weak in the knees.

After a few more swallows, Irene answered. “It’s really salty.”

I dropped to my knees before the girl. “Now it’s your turn,” I said, still as horny as I’d ever felt. “Let’s get those pants off for good.” I help the girl pull her jeans down for the second time. The damp patch on her panties had grown. I softly pressed her back against her bed, and put my face between her legs. Her smell was magnificent, sweat and arousal. I placed my nose over her pussy and sniffed. My partially shrunken cock reached full arousal again.

I turned my head and kissed her thighs, working slowly toward her panty covered pussy. She shuttered as I kissed her clit through her soiled panties and panted as I pulled them of her skinny body.

She had a beautiful cunt. The outer lips were puffy and swollen, concealing the inner labia. Thin, wispy dark hairs formed the beginnings of a bush. The lips were still bald.

I licked her slit, tasting her salty arousal. Her lips were smooth as marble against my wet tongue. I flung her legs over my shoulder and plunged into her virginity.

The sound of moans and wet lapping filled her small bedroom and she placed her hands on my head. She ran her fingers through my hair as I tasted the depths of her developing womanhood. She was so tight, and I had trouble believing I’d be able to fit my cock inside her.

As the cunnilingus continued, Irene began bucking her hips against my face. “Faster,” she said in in low, breathy whisper. “Faster, Mr. Bastion.”

I was ready to feel my little lover’s moment of pleasure. She yelped as my tongue brushed against her small clit. She pressed her small body more firmly against my face and began squeezing my hair.

“God,” she cried. That was the last coherent word she said for several minutes. As I brought her to the edge, I eased off, teasing her. She let go with a disappointed whine and I bring her to the edge again. When I finally let her cum, her body quaked and quivered and she threw her head back in silent elation. “God,” she cried as her euphoria crested.

As she came down, I pulled my tongue away and savored the taste still coating it.

Irene said nothing for over a minute. She breathed heavily, and giggled. When she finally spoke, her voice was shaky. “That…was…awesome!” She eased herself up, still weak with orgasm, and sat on the end of the bed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and exhaled deeply.

I rose to my feet, my cock fully erect again.

Irene smiled at my cock, and glanced down between her legs. She seemed to be making a decision. “I want you inside me,” she said. “I want you to take my virginity, Mr. Bastion.” She looked up at me with stern determination that told me I needn’t ask if she was sure.

I smiled down at her and nodded. “I’d love to, Irene.”

She smile joyfully and lay back on the bed. Her fingers moved to her crotch and she fingered her sensitive clit.

I lay on the twin sized bed next to her. “You should be on top,” I said. “You can have more control that way. It won’t hurt as much.”

The bed squeaked as Irene rolled on top of me and straddled my waist. My cock stuck up behind her and rested against the small of her back. She waited for instructions.

“Get up on your feet, and squat over me.” I watched as the little girl followed my instructions. “Now let the tip rest against your pussy.” She took my cock into her small hand and positioned the slimy tip against her moistened hole. “Good, now just ease yourself down.”

Irene took a deep breath. “Will it hurt bad?” She asked, a slight cringe on her face.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “We don’t have to do this.”

The girl shook her head. “No, I want to.” She started to lower herself, and then stopped. “Can I…hold your hand?” She asked, looking fearful.

I gave her my hands and she squeezed them as she began to penetrate herself.

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” She repeated as my swollen head stretched her pinhole like vagina. I’d never felt anything so tight, but my own pleasure was stifled by the pain on Irene’s sweet face. She groaned and winced as millimeter by millimeter, her small body engulfed my cock. When the entirety of my head was inside her, she paused and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked looking up at the girl’s face.

She nodded. “Yeah, it just…it just hurts a little.”

“You don’t have-“

“I want to,” she interrupted. She took another deep breath and began descending again.

My head slid deeper into the girl, before finally reaching her hymen.

Irene stopped.

“You know what that is?” I asked.

“Yeah, I learned about it in health class.” She bit her lip.

My head tore through her virginity and the little brunette clenched her eyes and winced loudly. Tiny rivulets of blood began to drip from the girl, flowing down the length of my cock, before dripping to her pink sheets. Irene squeezed my hands tight as she fought bravely through the pain.

When she finally opened her eyes, a single tear streamed down her round cheek.

She lowered herself further and with greater speed. Some of the pain had left her face to be replaced by careful concentration. With more than half of my cock inside her, she stopped. “How do I feel?” She asked sweetly. “Do you like it?”

“You feel great,” I answered, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze.

She forced a smile and began to rise. For several minutes, she continued riding me slowly as her almost painfully tight vagina stretched around my manhood.

“It doesn’t hurt so much anymore,” she said, resting her hands on my stomach. “It…feels kinda good.”

“Try laying on top of me,” I said, taking her hands into mine.

Irene bent forward and lay her chest over mine. She continued bucking her hips slowly as I reached around and took her ass into my hands.

“You have a great butt,” I said squeezing her firm ass and kissing the top of her head. Her hair was dewy with sweat and had a faint floral smell. I pressed my right middle finger against her anus. The tight, wrinkled hole beckoned. I slipped my finger tip in.

Irene stopped. “Mr. Bastion,” she said, “that’s my…”

“I know what it is,” I said. “Does it feel good?” I slid more of my finger into her tight asshole.

She clenched her buttocks instinctively. “I feels…weird,” she said looking back over her shoulder. She raised her hips and we continued making love. “But it feel’s kinda good.”

My finger entered and exited the young girl’s anus, matching the rhythm set for our love making.

After a few minutes, I was very near orgasm. “I’m going to cum soon,” I said.

“Cum in me,” Irene said without a second of thought. “I want you to cum inside me.”

I said nothing, and let the girl bring me to the edge.

She was fucking me with surprising speed and ferocity as I struggled to postpone my orgasm. When I finally had to cum, I squeezed her little round ass hard and groaned.

“Cum in me, Mr. Bastion,” Irene said as hot sticky semen flooded her preteen body. Several exhilarating moments of euphoria were coupled with spurt after spurt of my seed. “I can feel it inside me,” she said with an excited giggle.

I held her still around my sensitive cock as the final waves of orgasm passed over me. With both of our hearts pounding together, I pulled her from me.

She straddled my waist and moved her face to mine. Cum dripped off her pussy and splashed against my stomach as we kissed.

I reached my hand between her spread legs and slipped a finger into her sopping pussy. She groaned into my mouth as I began working her sensitive little bud.

After a few minutes, cum and the red remnants of her broken cherry coated my palm. She rode my fingers like she had my cock, while the knuckle of my thumb ground into her clit. “Are you close?” I asked as the girl gritted her teeth and groaned into my ear.

“I…I think so.”

I buried my middle finger in deep and massaged her g-spot.

“God!” She screamed. “Oh my God!” The girl began to cum. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and she cried, quivering her suddenly rigid body. For several more seconds I thumbed her clit and rubbed her g-spot as she lost all control. She finally went limp and reached between her legs to pull my hand away.

For several minutes we held each other, silently basking in the afterglow. Irene breathed heavily as I kissed her sweaty neck.

“I need to leave,” I said finally.

Irene moaned. “I wish you didn’t have to,” she said, pushing herself off of me. Her pussy continued to leak onto my stomach.

I dressed, while Irene lay naked on her bed, watching me.

“I’m glad we did this,” Irene said as I slipped my shoes on.

I bent over her bed and kissed her. “I’ll see you on Monday,” I said as I left her room. As I was about to open the back door, I heard her scamper up behind me.

“Here,” she said handing me her soiled panties, “you can keep these.”