Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 04:45:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero Subject: Caroline How many of my eighth grade girls have been fucked? I'd say half of them, more or less. Really. The question is, by whom? Most, by boys their age. Out of a classroom of 15 I'd say 5 by their brothers or cousins, and one, possibly two, by their father, but two may be a stretch. Some even got screwed the first time in sixth grade. Not many, but it happens. Nature keeps spitting out all shapes, sizes, colors and conditions of girls. Most are ok; some unfortunate aren't too attractive. A fair portion are beautiful. But then, every so often--say, one in five thousand--a stunning beauty comes along who by thirteen can give the school bench she sits on an record breaking erection. Such was Caroline. Oh, Caroline, sweet Caroline, you bitch...How many nights did I spend with my hand around my hard cock as I imagined your mouth on it? How many times in that bed did I cum in your mouth, lick your pussy, suck your thirteen asshole, fuck the shit out of you? You turned me on more than any other. Then it happened. Dreams do come true sometimes. We did it! We did it with your father! Sonofabitch! Caroline, your breasts at thirteen: I wrote a poem about them. They were made by god to be adored and fondled and sucked. You love them so much! Your father and I together each had one of those fleshy mounds to take into our mouth, worshiping. It started with a question: "Do you think I'm pretty?" We were going over one of her math tests. The question made my nostrils flare, my groin tense and my palms moist. As her advisor we conferred alone in my classroom from time-to-time (the door always open, of course) and now she sat before me, our eyes meeting, while on the edge of my vision I could detect her legs, slightly parted, the curve of her hits, the inseam of her black tights pressed into her tender puss. And those young breasts, displayed that day in a form fitting micro fiber cream colored pullover. Quite a lot of girl to pretend not to notice. She always dressed like that, to provoke looks. I had to be careful with my eyes. I nodded "yes," to her question. Then added, "you know you are." The "yes" was within the bounds of student-teacher relations as if she had asked "am I smart?" But the add-on, that was too analytical, too personal for the situation. My cock was growing in my jeans. "Fuck, these nubile girls!" I thought. They're too goddamn tempting. I was only 22, a new teacher and hadn't had any large experience with girls when I was her age. No wonder now at night I jerked off with visions of them, Caroline at the top of my fantasy list. My so-called girlfriend and I were enjoying casual sex but it was obvious to both of us it wasn't going to last. There were too many complications and dissimilarities. At school there was all manner of tits and ass and pussy, 13 to 18 years old, to dwell upon. When I met Caroline's father for parent-teacher conference we hit it off immediately. She was a good student so there were no serious issues to discuss. As we were ending he told me some interesting news. "Caroline likes you very much. She has your picture cut out on her nightstand." I made a non committal nod. As he rose and slipped on his jacket he casually added, "Drop over for coffee sometime." He may even have winked, I'm not sure. The tone of innuendo he had placed on the invitation kept me distracted for the rest of the day. Caroline's luscious body kept popping into my head. I ran into Steve a few days later at the gas station. He repeated the invite with a friendly smile and said Caroline would be very glad to see me, emphasis on very. More innuendo. I had to go. Arrangements made. Wine instead of coffee was on offer when I arrived. Really good vintage. Our private school parents were generally upper middle class, affluent, and material things came by them easily. Caroline was poured into an expensive gray sheath dress that clung to every inch of her sexy body. I wondered if she dared--if she was allowed--to wear it anywhere but home. And boots, tall ones-lets not forget them. Leather. The over all effect was not really slutty, but definitely "I'm a high class young piece of ass." Steve opened the conversation with school talk and that went on for about twenty minutes, his daughter making all kinds of positive comments about me. They sat across from me. Caroline allowed her dress to ride high up her slim thighs. I tried not to look at the dark triangle between her slightly parted legs. "What do you think of Caroline's outfit? Steve asked in a sudden change of subject. "Victoria Secret. She thinks she wants to wear it to the next school dance." And then to her: "Stand up honey, show him how it looks." You could see her nipples pretty clearly in the push-up bodice. The dress wrapped her like a bandage. The swell of the fabric over her belly dipped to a valley over her crotch. You could see a little indentation of belly button. From the rear there was a remarkable display of barely covered teenage ass: the apex of each firm globe evident under the clingy-slinky fabric. I said she looked gorgeous but at the dance she might be turned away if the chaperones were in a bad mood. This pleased them both. Steve recounted for me again how his wife had passed away and how the two coped with the loss. Holding an arm out to the girl he said "She's the one who keeps me going, Dave." Caroline moved toward him and sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her. "You don't know what a comfort dear Caroline has been to me." It didn't take a lot of brains to imagine the type of comfort she gave. One of his hands came to rest on her thigh, just an inch from her pussy. She sank into him with a soft "daddy." My cock was getting very hard. He massaged her thigh and for a moment, in a flash moved it up against her pussy, then pushed her off with instructions to get more wine. Her father came and sat next to me. "She's not a virgin. Four boys at school laid her that I know of. But, get this, she likes man sized cock best of all, Dave. We've been doing it for a year. You keep quiet about it, understand?" Then, leaning toward me he whispered "She wants you Dave. You got my ok. ..." He let that sink in. "One request: can I stay and watch? ... If no, I'll leave you alone. What do you say?" Teaching was all new to me. Was this a trap? Was I being tested somehow? If I agreed would I get fired? Go to jail? I was paranoid. But my cock was wet. It said yes for me without qualms of conscience. Yes, Steve, I'll fuck your little girl. I fuck her real good, the little cock tease I've been lusting after. And you can watch me fuck her, daddy! I held my breath when I answered and Steve broke a big satisfied grin. Caroline returned with a new bottle. Now the atmosphere had changed 180 degrees. Steve slipped his hand up the back of his daughter's dress and fingered her asshole. The look of bliss, of relief, and surrender that came over her face told me this was for real. She put down the bottle and lifted the garment up waist high and presented her backside to him. He bit and nibbled, licked and sucked, poked with his fingers and then his tongue. "Dave...come do her front..." "Yes, Mister Allen, lick me...I know you want to... all year, oh... you've been watching me ...oh, daddy...daddy...lick my cunt and tits and ass...I suck his cock...oh...oh...hurry Mr. Allen...suck me before I cum without...you..." I sank to the floor in front of her and went right for the target. Her daddy's lips were an inch away from mine and I could smell the wine on his breath mixed with the tang of his young daughter's cunt. Her skin was so tender and silken. Gently I opened her labia with my thumbs and feasted my eyes on the pink petals inside, touched it with my tongue. She made squeals a approval. Steve took his face away from her ass and said "Here, Caroline.." It was the empty wine bottle. She pulled off me and squatted over the green glass phallus, easing onto it slowly with eyes closed and a blissful look. Oh my god, what a little whore! Did he show her how do to this the first time? We watched her hump herself on that glass cock for what seemed like a long time. Oh my dear Caroline, you slutty bitch! In class you look so innocent and pure and here you're masturbating in front of two grown men one of whom is your father! In a minute Steve left his daughter alone with me and said he'd be back later. Glad for that, I moved in front of her with my hard dick right in her face. "Suck it...suck me, girl..." She nodded assent and her big blue saucer eyes sparkled with lust. "I suck my daddy. He taught me when I was real little." "Then you should be very good at it Caroline. I'll bet you're the best cocksucker in class." "Some boys think so..." He mouth was in fact very talented and I could indeed believe her daddy was her instructor. Living alone with such an appealing piece of young teenage ass is tempting for any man. Caroline was on the small side but with a sculpted figure and beautiful facial features. You would say she looked clean cut, high cheekbones, narrow nose, dark eyebrows and lashes, quick and sparkly eyes, short cropped black hair. She would look smart in uniform, her 5'6" body crisp. Oh, how she moved that body: every part animated and coordinated. She'd make a good dancer. But back to my cock: I felt one of her warm fingers probe between my cheeks and knew if she got me there I'd cum too soon. I pushed her hand away. "Not yet!" I moaned. Around her beautifully shaped head I clasped both my hands so I could face-fuck her more intensely. She cooperated and let me force my cockhead into her throat for brief moments. I caught a quick glimpse of her father at the doorway with his hand working the front of his jeans. That did it for me: her aroused father watching! See your daughter suck her teacher, Steve! I pumped five strong jets of my come into her then fell back onto the couch where, following me, she licked me clean. With drowsy eyes I took her in my arms and called her all kinds of dear, dirty names which she enjoyed and even added to. My dick arched over between my legs heavily, half swollen and throbbing. "You smell like a man and it gets me hot." "And you suck like a whore and I like that a lot." There's still lots more to be told. Let me know. Thanks. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com