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“Hey, FT. Whatcha doing?”She was standing directly in front of me, her nicely developing body clad in a short, denim skirt that was unbuttoned near the bottom. Her legs were bare and a soft, white cashmere sweater hung loosely from her shoulders. Her makeup was a tad stronger than on a school day, and with the sun highlighting her shoulder-length blond hair, the vision was unsettling. As my eyes trailed down from her perfectly painted face and over her thirteen-year-old chest, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Hey, kid. Looking a little tempting today, aren’t we?”Luanne beamed. “You said you were coming today, and I decided I’d dress nice for you. ” She planted her hands on her hips, cocked one seductively to the side and grinned. “So, ya like it?”I reflexively licked my lips. Realizing where I was, I quickly shook off the dirty-old-man temptation and cleared my throat. “I do, but I’m surprised your parents let you go out dressed like that. You never know who might try to take advantage of a gorgeous teen like you. ” “They don’t care. Besides, my mom likes how I dress. She’s the one that bought me the sweater.
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” As she said this, she slid her hands down over the white cashmere, pausing for a moment over her breasts before continuing to her waist. Luanne came from one of the wealthiest families in town, and her wardrobe was a matter of pride for this young eighth grader. Knowing I had watched her none-too-subtle caress of her own breasts, Luanne batted her eyes like some soap opera actress and struck another sensual pose. “Besides, you seemed to like me like this the other night. ”The memory of the hot tub encounter with Luanne, and her friends Janessa and Jamie, flashed through my mind. Once again, I found myself wondering how she had become so sexually adept. The sweet recall of her lips wrapped around my penis caused my loins to begin to stir. Suddenly, it felt like the entire stadium was watching me, and a pang of momentary fear coursed through me. I leaned forward, trying to remain calm. “I think we need to be cool about that. ” Glancing around to see if anyone was truly watching, I continued. “This might not be the best place to talk about that. Know what I mean?”The silly, playful grin slipped from her face, replaced by a seriousness that was almost comical. “Sorry, FT. I was just fooling around.
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”“I know. ” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “I do like how you’re dressed, though. You look sexy. ”Luanne beamed. Then, in typical teenage fashion, she quickly moved on to something else. “Me and Janessa and Jamie are going hang out this afternoon. Jamie’s dad is here and was supposed to give us a ride to her house, ‘cept he’s got a pickup and there’s only room for two. ” During this little exchange, Janessa and Jamie had worked their way through the crowd and now stood beside us. “Hey, FT!” Janessa was flashing a smile that lit up her sweet, brown face. I smiled at them both. “I missed you yesterday. ” I was looking at Jamie. She fidgeted for a moment, then said she’d gotten tied up at the High School, and by the time she gotten to the parking lot, I had left. Jamie was a freshman, and her dad was my next door neighbor.
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“You still want to talk?” She glanced at Janessa, who nodded. “Yeah. Maybe this weekend. ” replied Jamie. She then looked at Luanne. “So? Did ya ask him?”“Ask me what?”“If maybe you could give me ride over to Jamie’s after the game, seeing as you guys are neighbors. ” Luanne was looking hopefully at me, and the looks on the faces of Jamie and Janessa were equally plaintive. “Well, I won’t be leaving right off. ” Luanne’s face clouded. “But, if you don’t mind waiting until later, you could probably persuade me to be a nice guy. ” The three of them launched into a chorus of teenage babble that was punctuated with “You’re the best, FT. ” They all whipped around and started to scoot off. My eyes were glued to lovely expanse of Luanne’s legs that reached under the short, blue skirt. I found myself wondering what color panties she wore. I called after them.
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“Don’t forget. You need to ask nice!”I was greeted with three, knowing smiles. Luanne, elbowed by the other two girls, was the one who replied. “Don’t worry, FT. I’ll ask nice. ” The three broke into a fit of giggles. The crowd closed around them and they were gone. I ordered a couple of hotdogs and was ravenously devouring them as my eyes wandered over to the cheerleader squad. Beth was strutting up and down the line of them, bouncing back and forth obviously aware of the hundreds of eyes that watched every high kick of her skirt. Her platinum, bleached hair drew attention to the fully developed hourglass body. She was older than the rest of the squad, and the group she hung out with was mostly high school kids. Beth was also a Queen in the clique known as the “Suedes”. As she led them from one cheer to another, I had focussed on another girl. In the middle of the line of kicking and screaming girls was Virginia, an exquisite 13-year old who had long, auburn hair and beautiful deep black eyes. Ginny was the youngest kid on the squad, and sadly, was under Beth’s spell.
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As she kicked and jumped with each choreographed move, her skirt flounced back and forth. With each step, the blue panties beneath the white shirt of her uniform seemed to call to me. My dick twitched, and I slid another hunk of the hotdog into my mouth. The preceding afternoon, and the glorious drive to Beth’s house, reentered my mind. As Ginny continued her routine, her eyes scanned the crowd. They finally settled on me and I broke into a deliciously warm smile, forged in the heat of the memory. Virginia smiled back, and I caught quick mental flashes of her hand working my cheering cock. I coyly waved, and Beth caught the end of my little salutation. I could have sworn I saw a flicker of evil in the smirk she threw my way. I nodded to her and my mind settled on the thought, “Just wait… you’ll get yours one of these days. ” I turned and tried to lose myself in the final minutes of the game. I was watching Officer Friendly’s kid, Billy, get smacked to the ground by the opposing line when a hand clamped me on the shoulder. “So, taking pictures of the kids?”My heart fluttered for a moment, before recognizing the voice. It was the principal. “Hi, Gordon.
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What’s up?”The fat, little mouse scampered around beside me. In his irritable, quirk-some way, he cleared his throat. “Well… FT. ” My gut twisted at his conspiratorial glee of using the kids’ nickname for me. “Just wondering if you had given any more thought to the position of Life Skills teacher. ”I tried to be personable. “I have been hard-pressed to think of anything else. ” I lied, although it hadn’t been too far from my thoughts. “Glad to hear it, my boy. Glad to hear it. ” He surveyed the mass of kids in front of us, like some fish-eyed gnome of a king who believed he was destined for greatness. “I left some printed materials in your cubby box. Review them over the weekend and we’ll talk this next week. I’m so excited to hear your ideas. The Board is excited.
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” I hated his self-important tone! He looked up at me, then continued. “This really is an important step for the school, you know. ”“I know Gordon. I appreciate the faith you have in me. I assure you, I won’t let you down. ” He beamed, not realizing the absurd condescension in my voice. He said something about having to see the Chairman of the School Board, and waddled off. I shook my head, muttering, “What a stuffed shirt fucking little peacock. ” The gun sounded, ending the game. The town stadium erupted into an explosion of cheers as the Middle School team recorded its fifth straight win. A mass of people exited the stands while still others fought their way upstream, claiming seats for the afternoon’s high school action. I was stranded in the middle of the river of people, waving and nodding, acknowledging the repeated calls of “Hey, FT. ” More than once, I was approached by parents with their child in tow, who wanted to meet this “favorite teacher” that so many kids were chattering about. I felt like a politician, pumping the hands of voters. Only difference was that I wasn’t kissing babies.
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As the surge of spectators subsided a bit, I caught sight of my neighbor, JD, making his way toward me. The three girls were clustered around him. “How you doin’?” JD laughed, responding in kind. “How you doin’?” For some absurd reason, we had adopted the “come on” line of Joey from the television show “Friends”. It had become our own little mantra of greeting. “Popular son of a bitch, aren’t you?” JD had a silly, mock frown on his face. “If the poor bastards only knew!” I laughed, knowing he had no idea about how right he was. “So, what’s up?”“Well, I promised Jamie that the girls could come over this afternoon, and hang out. Got a little change of plans, though. I’ve decided to head up to the camp late afternoon and do some stuff. The girls are going to come along for the night, so I’ll take the wagon. ” I wondered what this had to do with me. “The truck’s only got room for two of them, and Jamie said you’d be willing to give Luanne a ride to the house. ”“Yeah, I sort of got conned into it. ” “They’re good at that, aren’t they?” When I rolled my eyes and nodded, I was looking at Luanne.
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“Any way, the kid here isn’t dressed for going to camp. ” He had tossed his head toward Luanne. “I was wondering if you’d mind taking a couple of extra minutes and scoot by her house so she could change and grab her stuff?”I shook my head in mock resignation. JD was always under-estimating time, and that little trip would eat up the better part of an hour. Truth be told, I didn’t mind. I was looking at Luanne when I responded. “It’s gonna cost you!” Luanne smiled. JD replied, “It figures!”“It’s got to be worth a rack of beer!”“Hell, I’ll buy you two! Thanks, buddy. Catch you at the house. ” “I’ve got a couple of things to do first. See you about 2. ”We shook hands. JD really was a good friend and I enjoyed the silly repartee with him. The girls said their “good-byes”, and the three of them headed off toward JD’s pickup, leaving Luanne with me. I looked down at the soft, young blond.
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“You just keep getting yourself in deeper and deeper, don’t you? If you keep this up, have you any idea how much time you’ll land up owing me?” It was a quick reference to the “contract” I had extorted from the three girls. Luanne grinned. “I told you I didn’t mind. ” She pointedly looked at my cock and then back up at me. This was far from the typical thirteen-year old! That thought prompted me to ask, “So, when do finally turn 14?”“Just before Christmas. Why?”I mused quietly to myself, shaking my head in disbelief at how sexually forward she seemed for her age. “Nothing. Just wondering. ” Wondering wasn’t the word for it. I was busy conniving out a little plan that would once again place my cock in her deliciously talented mouth. By the time we had gotten up to the staff parking area, I had decided to bail on my list of errands. Then I remembered Gordon. “I need to scoot into the school for minute, but I’ll be right back. Guard this for me?” I handed her my camera bag, and left her standing beside the car. “I won’t be a minute.
”I headed into the school, walked down to my room and let myself in. I quickly flipped open my calendar and made a note about Luanne’s birthday on the December header: “L – BD”. Hopefully, that would be enough of a reminder for me. I stopped by the office and grabbed the Life Skills manual that Gordon had left for me that morning and then turned out the lights. As I was doing so, I saw a small group of older kids outside, clustered around the Dumpster. There were a handful of High School boys, along with a couple of girls, milling around the green metal monster. In the midst of them all was Beth. I couldn’t miss her because the bright white skirt of her cheerleader uniform and her platinum, blond hair made her stand out. She was hiding there, with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. They were catching a buzz before the High School game. This was too good to be true! My mind flashed to my camera and I was off. I hurried through the halls, burst out the door and then tried to nonchalantly stroll to the car. Luanne was sitting inside and had placed the camera bag on the back seat.
I tossed the manual in beside it, and ignoring Luanne’s look of curiosity, extracted the Nikon. The zoom lens was still fitted to the front.
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I carefully aimed, catching the group of kids on the other side of the parking lot. I popped off one shot and zoomed in closer. Framing Beth in the center of the viewfinder, I snapped a second photo. Zooming still further, I had Beth’s face as she brought the joint to her lips. The beer in her hand was visible at the bottom of the frame. I clicked off three more shots, the last catching her exhaling. I smiled to myself as I sat in the car. I hit the rewind, and then popped the film out in my hand. “Just wanted to finish up the film. ” With that, I popped it into the console. Luanne had a silly, fake pout on her face. “You could have taken photos of me!” She then struck a silly pose of a model, and burst out laughing. I couldn’t help but smile. “I tell you what… one of these days, we’ll do a proper photo shoot, and you can be my model. ”“Ya mean it, FT?”“I do.
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” She was excited by the thought, literally bouncing up and down in the seat. I looked over at the happily animated, young girl. As she was jiggling around, her loose cashmere sweater rearranged itself, sliding down over one of her shoulders. My eyes lingered on the soft, exposed flesh. The sweater’s top four buttons were unfastened and I could see the gentle swell of her right breast. The soft, white fabric of the sweater was snagged on her nipple, and as she swung around in her seat, her breast momentarily broke free. The nipple winked at me then was hidden again by the sweater. I put the car in gear. Luanne’s house was on the outskirts of town in a ridiculously high-priced development known as the Mallory Farm Estates. The homes were perfectly manicured jewels planted among rolling hills, a handful of streams and centuries-old woods. Not one of the “estates” was priced less than seven figures. I was alternating between surveying the road and surveying the little eighth grade dynamo. Her denim skirt was riding high on her thighs, and with all but two of the snaps undone, I had a clear view of her panties. My dick twitched as I discovered the underwear were a deep, husky pink. Intricate lace was woven over her mound, and I found myself wondering if her mother had selected these as well.
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I wanted to see more. “Well, young lady, I think it’s time to start thanking me for this ride. ” I leered at her, a grin working across my lips. The compliant little party girl smiled back. “I’d really like to see what you’re hiding here. ”I reached across the console and slid my hand up along her thigh. Luanne continued to smile as she watched my hand caressing the tender, white flesh. I pushed a little higher and my thumb encountered the lace web that decorated her crotch. I began to rotate my thumb in tiny circles, pressing firmly against her panty clad nether lips. Luanne was beginning to respond to my touch, slightly parting her thighs and pressing her hips forward. I felt the lace embossed silk slipping along the furrowed entrance of her tender valley. I could feel the soft, matted hair of her pubis being ground against the lips of her labia, as my thumb continued its dervish whirl. Luanne was now leaning back against the door and her eyes were closed. She had a look of simple enjoyment on her face. I withdrew my hand, and her eyes fluttered open.
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“Sweetness, I can’t really see what I’m doing. Would you mind opening your legs a little more?”Luanne grinned obscenely, and then quickly brought her feet up on to the seat and pressed her knees tightly together, blocking any view. “I think you should ask nicely, too. ” Her eyes twinkled. “Oh, you do, do you?” Luanne jutted her chin at me, looking up to the car’s ceiling. In a silly, high society voice, she retorted, “Yes, I do-oo. ” Each word was thrown out in two, singsong syllables. She burst into a fit of giggles. I chuckled back at her. My dick was obscenely trying to stand in my pants and I slid my hand over him, squeezing firmly. “Fine. Then you can’t play with my little friend, here. ” “That’s not fair!” She was sporting a playful, little pout. “Says who? I’m the one that makes the rules, remember?”She giggled again, and made a great show of rolling her eyes. With a delightful, overly dramatic flair she said, “Fine! You win!” With that, she spread her knees wide apart.
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Her skirt stretched tightly against her upper thighs, holding them from going any further. Luanne looked down, and seeing the problem, grabbed the hem of her denim skirt and yanked. The remaining snaps popped and the skirt laid open in her hands. She glanced at me, eyes devilishly smiling. She shrugged and raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oops!” I just shook my head, part in amazement, part in delight. Luanne burst out laughing and I joined in. As the laughter subsided, I ran my eyes over her. She was supine against the door, her legs wide apart and her hands resting on her knees. The husky pink of her panties screamed out against the porcelain white of her thighs. I could tell the silky undergarment was French-cut, with the leg seams soaring high up onto her hips. I thought to myself, “Thanks, mom. Nice choice on the underwear!”Glancing quickly at the road, I returned my gaze. Luanne was perched there, her skirt open underneath her like a small blanket. The dark pink between her legs was stretched flat against her, reaching deep into the hidden recesses under her butt.
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She lay languidly there, watching me watch her. She began to smile and slipped her hands between her legs. Staring at me, she began to rub herself, one hand pressing against the fingertips of the other, working them into the panty cloth that covered her sweet, young quim. Who had taught her this?She continued working one set of fingers into her crotch as her other hand began to glide over her stomach and onto her chest. The fingers worked the white cashmere back and forth, flashing tiny glimpses of the nicely rounded tit that hid there. Luanne hadn’t taken her eyes away from mine. Each time I glanced at road I returned to find her iridescent, blue eyes waiting for me. The fingers of both hands worked their way up to her sweater, and alternated between slipping inside and squeezing one of the delicious mounds, to quickly undoing another button. When the last button of her sweater was undone, she slid her hands under the thinly woven cashmere and fondled her breasts. Her eyes were still glued to mine. Her fingers sought her nipples and she gently tweaked them between her thumbs and forefingers. She smiled at me, then laid her sweater open and slid her hands down between her thighs and over her panty-clad twat. Once again placing her hands on her knees, she spoke. “Can you see any better now, FT?”A broad grin parted my lips. I licked my tongue over my teeth and lips, trying to sooth the growing dryness there, then hoarsely croaked my reply.
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“It’s much better. ” I glanced to the road, then back to her. “If I weren’t driving, I’d take you in my arms and kiss you like no man has ever done before. ” My eyes sought the road again. I continued, “I’d slide my tongue along your neck and gently nibble your ear. ” Luanne was beginning to respond to my litany. The back of her hand slid up under her blond hair to caress her neck. “I’d work down to your breast, running my tongue in little circles around your nipple. ” Her fingers traced the same pattern. I was astounded. The erotic scene that Luanne played out for me was spellbinding. At each description of what I’d like to be doing, her hands and fingers would act out the scene, kneading and probing her flesh. I thought back to the night when Luanne and her girl friends had presented my with another erotic show. Luanne had happily complied with every suggestion and had literally opened herself to whatever the other two girls wanted. She had also taken a special, vicarious delight in being able to command them.
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I began to understand that she was part slave, part vixen. It was an insightful discovery. Even more incredible was the fact that she was not quite fourteen, and should still at the beginning of her sexual discovery. I finished my little verbal trip over her body. “I’d slide the tip of my tongue along your sweet, musk-scented lips and then I’d drive it into you… tasting you… licking you… drinking you in. ”Luanne shuddered and I realized that she had just brought herself to orgasm, her fingers acting out the part of my tongue as I described orally taking her for the first time. Her fingers clamped tightly between her legs and her eyes came back into focus. She smiled at me. “But, I can’t because I’m driving. ” “Sucks being you,” she quipped. I almost choked on this apropos retort. “No, it sucks being you. You have no idea what you’re missing. ” She grinned, as if to say “Oh, really?”“One of these days, you’ll see. ”“I suppose that’s a threat?”“No, that’s a promise.
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” I didn’t care about sounding cliché. I made sure the road was still in front of me, and then continued. “Speaking of sucking, I think you should. ” Without further ado, she sat up in the seat and leaned forward, her young breasts framed between the panel of soft, white cashmere. “But first, I want to taste you. ”I grabbed one of her hands and brought the scented fingers to my nose. I drank in her sweet aroma, and darted my tongue out to flick against the juice-encrusted knuckle. I worked my tongue along the back of her fingers and nibbled the knuckle before taking each finger into my mouth. I used my lips to stroke each as if it were a tiny cock. Luanne was fascinated, watching each movement of my mouth and tongue with rapt enjoyment. Experience also told me that it felt nice. “Come here. ”I opened my arms, (actually, one hand was on the wheel, the other I slid over her shoulder and around the nape of her neck). I pulled her against my chest, and checking the road quickly, I brought her lips to mine. Another time, I would have savored the luxury of exploring her mouth, dipping along the tender flesh inside her lips… the smoothness of her teeth… the firm wriggling of her tongue muscle captured in my lips.
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But I didn’t have time. Keeping my eyes glued to the road, I roughly parted her tender lips and my tongue plunged into her sweet, hot little mouth. I crushed her lips beneath mine, forcefully sucking her tongue into my mouth, nipping the tip gently with my teeth before again driving deeply into her mouth. My attention to driving was slipping. I had to withdraw. She looked up at me with a look that spoke volumes. I knew that whatever I asked of this blond creature would be willingly given. Why would this teenager so eagerly submit to the wishes of a middle-aged man? Why was she so compliant? I could explore that another time, so I shoved the thought aside. “Now, young lady. You may proceed. ”She smiled at me with an intoxicating mixture of wanton surprise and naïve desire. Then again, it may well have been what I wanted to see. As her hands went to my pants, I brought my right hand to her breast and began to gently massage the warm, firm mound. Although well rounded, it fit perfectly in my hand. My thumb found her thick, stiff nipple and I began to rub it gently, using my thumb to flirt with supple nub.
She flipped the tongue of my belt loose and unclasped my trousers effortlessly. There was no fumbling. Quite the contrary, she was peeling away my clothes with the deft agility of a courtesan. My zipper sung out softly as it slid down, following her fingers to the base of my lurching cock. She glanced up at me and smiled before gently pulling the elastic band of my shorts out over my happily dancing prick and pinned them below with her thumb. I was amazed at how naturally and efficiently she had dispatched with my pants. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from her teenage tit, giving her room to maneuver her face over my little waiting soldier that was impatiently standing at attention. As she brought her lips to the glistening head of my cock, she purposely exhaled, and the intoxicating warmth of her breath encircled me. My dick twitched in delight. I slipped my hand under the cashmere that draped across her back. I traced my fingers lightly along her spine, mirroring the movement of her lips over my cock. As her lips encircled me, her tongue washed over the bulbous head now in her mouth. I slid my fingers along her spine, over her panties and down into the cloth covered crack of her ass. I kneaded the buttocks, feeling the smooth pink material as it slid under my fingers. Pressing my fingers together, I dipped my finger paddle into the moist recesses that slithered up to her young vagina.
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I continued to dip my fingers again, and again, matching the plunging motion of her mouth. She slowly drew her mouth back, and hovered just above the fleshy helmet of my prick. Her tongue darted out, flicking the head. Her tongue fluttered, and the tip of my cock was lost in a seeming flock of butterflies, little wings beating gently against my stamen. The moist wings of the butterflies disappeared as her full, perfectly matched lips formed an “O”. She drew her breath in, and the coolness of that rushing air caused the nerve endings in my foreskin to twitter. Then my cock was plunged into the dark, wet recess of her mouth. Her fingers had led her mouth and were jammed at the base of my scrotum. Her tight ring of fingers flexed firmly against my sac. My heartbeat fell in line, seemingly marching to the cadence of her hand. It was becoming harder and harder for me to focus on the road. I wanted to ease my head back, close my eyes, and surrender to the assaulting forces of her mouth. I chose, instead, to continue with my own movements around her flanks. My fingers continued winnowing into the furrow between her legs. Her panties were drenched with the residue of her earlier orgasm and the new flow of juices that I was raising from her loins.
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After probing and caressing the expanse of panty covered flesh, I withdrew my hand, preparing to slide the dark, pink silk over her delectable, teenage butt.
My sexual heat gave me pause, and I brought my hand to my lips. The pungent scent of Luanne curled through my nose, and I drew it in, letting its essence seep into the dark, hidden parts of me. I ran my tongue over the sweet, viscous nectar that glistened on my fingers, tasting the raw youth of her. My chest tightened in rampant want. I returned my hand to the firm ass that bounced there, keeping time with her slowly bobbing head. I grabbed the thin line of elastic and rudely rammed it out of my way. Desire was obscuring clear thought, but somehow I managed to croak out a warning. “Luanne?” I was panting. “Hmmfff?” Her lips never left my cock. “Tell me if I hurt you. ”My hand roughly sought the tender lips of her labia. I slid my fingertips into the wet mouth of her maidenhood, rapidly running from the hooded cover of her clitoris, over the small ridge protecting the base, to the tight pucker of her anus. Want drove me. I suspended my two middle fingers over her, and then drove them into her.
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Luanne stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed as she accepted my attack. Her head picked up speed. I could no longer safely drive. With a burst of road dust, I swerved to the shoulder and slammed the car in park. My right hand continued its wanton thrusting. My hips were beginning to gyrate, and I began to gently ride my pelvis back and forth against her waiting mouth. Her tongue was wrapping and encircling my girth. The awkward position of my hand was causing my wrist to cramp, so I extracted my offending fingers. Continuing to greet her pumping face, I quickly shook my hand and feeling the soreness subside, brought it back to her wonderful, firm butt. I massaged the great muscle, kneading my thumb into the nerve cluster near the back of hip. My middle finger sought her anus. I pressed the tip against the dark brown iris and began to flick my finger in small, tight circles. With every couple of rotations, I pressed a little harder, a little deeper. Her sucking was becoming more audible with each tiny thrust of my finger. With one final thrust of passion enflamed courage I drove my finger to the hilt.
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The tight circle of her sphincter and the lush, thick heat of her anal canal was too much. I shuddered with delight. At the moment my finger pierced the depths of her tight ass, Luanne’s head jerked back as she gasped for air. Her hand tightened around me, pumping harder than before. My finger was rhythmically slipping in and out of her, and with each thrust, she drew a quivered, gasping breath. She cradled my dick in her hand and began to slide her mouth along the underside of my cock, her teeth dragging at my obscenely enlarged cum tube. Her breath was in perfect tempo to my driving finger. The gods of copulation had to be watching, for at the very instant that I withdrew my finger from the mouth of her colon and slipped instead into her wet cunt, her lips found the head of my cock and she impaled herself. This teen goddess of fellatio worked sinfully delicious spell upon spell upon my trembling cock. Her head, my fingers, my hips and the very world around me were all writhing in unison. For the first time in my life, I felt the shadows of unconsciousness flirting with me as the tympanis pounding of our wanton dance crept to the edge of oblivion. I teetered there. Lewd flashes of light screamed at me, as the growing gasps of our spasmed breath became one voice. I could bear it no longer. My free hand twined its fingers into the thick blond hair at the back of her head.
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Holding that mane, I began to drive her head back and forth on my cock. My right hand continued its assault, picking up speed. My finger-fucking hand was now slapping roughly against her ass, and each pelvic thrust into her mouth was greeted with gurgled breath. “Oh, God, Luanne…” My voice was quivering, and I could feel tingles beginning to mercilessly needle my arms. “Oh… G… Go… God…” Each faltering sound was drenched in whimpers. I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes. The world exploded. At the instant the first surge of cum erupted, I heard myself gasp. It was more than that. It was a sob. As each subsequent torrent of seed shot through the aching tip of my penis, I sobbed again, and soon realized I was crying. The tears were freely running down my cheeks. My body was convulsing in a series of miniature seizures, each muscular contraction forcing another small wave of cum into her mouth. Somewhere, a small pang of fear nipped my soul, and I realized I was giving her little room to breathe. I relaxed my iron grip and willed calm to wash over me.
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The tears were still flowing freely. I had never known such simple, overwhelming joy. I looked down at the small, defenseless creature curled in my lap. She turned her head, glancing up at me with a look that was at once, satisfaction and hope. There was longing, and fear. There was titillation, and exhaustion. I was being given the rare gift of seeing true vulnerability. She noticed my tears, and a shadow broke the spell. Thankful compassion took me over. “My dear, sweet child…” My arms slowly wrapped around her and I lowered my lips to gently kiss the top of head. I cradled her in my arms, rocking gently. I whispered and cooed. I was blathering. There were no words to offer her that could properly convey the rare happiness I was feeling. I loosened my hold on her, and she rolled away from me.
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There was a muddled softness in her eyes. There was also something else, but I couldn’t fathom what it was. That delicate vision was in direct contrast to the obscene amount of cum that was smeared over her face. I don’t know if it was passion, or tender empathy, but I had to clean the carnage from her… and I had to do it then! I tenderly drew my fingers along her cheeks and across her chin, removing great gobs of semen. As lightly as possible, I drew my fingertips along her lips, cleaning away the sinful residue. Finished with my ministrations, I helped her sit back up. There was a quiet look of contentment, a dash of excitement, and touch of bewilderment. My eyes momentarily brimmed again. “Luanne, that was something that touched me more deeply than I can ever say. I was so excited… so happy. I wanted you so much. ”A small, demur smile crept on her face. It took a few minutes or so for us to regain composure. I’ll be honest. I was the one who needed to regain composure, while Luanne seemed to rebound quickly.
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I was finally replacing my cock in its protected, little lair when Luanne finished primping her young hair. She was babbling about the things that she had planned for the weekend with Jamie and Janessa. Reality was back in place. Not ten minutes later, we were passing through the fieldstone columns that imposingly greeted visitors. Under the Mallory Farm Estates sign was the eloquently succinct phrase: "A Private Community". As I turned onto the road that wound up the side of the highest hill, Luanne was still chattering away. She was excited about spending the night at JD’s camp. Following Luanne’s directions, I pulled into a granite paved, circular drive. It was a “Stepford Wives” moment… almost too perfect. The only thing missing was the shrill call of the horn announcing a foxhunt. I pulled to a stop, and Luanne looked over at me. The bruised flush on her lips had faded and she had replaced her smudged make-up that had been smeared by our little mouth-fuck. “Ya better come in and meet my mom. If you don’t, she’ll get all pissy. She can be such a bitch.
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”“It’s okay. ” I lied. I wasn’t too excited about meeting the mother of the thirteen-year old I had just had a cum-fest with. “I don’t mind. ”“Thanks, FT. You really are cool, ya know!” I smiled, and we climbed out of the car. I followed Luanne into the cold, palatial hulk of a building. Had the walls been papered in $100 bills, it couldn’t have looked more ostentatious. “Mom, I’m home. There’s someone here you ought to meet. ”She looked at me and rolled her eyes. There was a delightful twinkle there. A striking woman floated out from what I assumed was the parlor. “Mother, this is FT. He’s the teacher I was telling you about.
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” Luanne was standing beside me, a perfect little Emily Post. With formal aplomb, she turned toward me. “FT. This is my mother, Larissa. ” Luanne then took one step backward. “It’s delightful to meet you. ”In a fluid, perfectly choreographed motion, Larissa Delacroix glided closer, extending her right hand. I politely took her proffered hand in mine, mumbling my name and some equally polite greeting. Luanne’s mother still had my hand clasped in hers. It was slightly cool to the touch. Perfectly manicured nails tipped the long, soft fingers. I was beginning to feel a bit awkward about the length of this greeting when she finally released my hand. Luanne quietly waited for the ritualistic exchange to end. She then looked at her mother and asked if she might be excused so that she could change and get her stuff. The mother looked the daughter impassively, then nodded.
Luanne looked at me, and in a manner much older than her age, asked, “FT, would you please excuse me for a moment?” She waited for my assent, and then looked at her mom. “Thank you, Mother. ” She then scooted up the stairs. Larissa Delacroix looked after her daughter, then turned her gaze to me. There was an instant change of demeanor and she launched into a picture-perfect display of gracious hostess. “May I get you something, FT? You don’t mind my calling you FT, do you? Of course, you don’t. I think it’s quite sweet that Luanne thinks so highly of you. Perhaps you could lend some small degree of influence over her. She really does need it, you know. These are such challenging times, especially for a young girl like Luanne. ”She babbled on, and I found her to be both delightful, and slightly unsettling. She indicated that she was enjoying a glass of wine, her private afternoon ritual. She asked if I would join her and without waiting for a response, perfectly poured the light, almost transparent wine into a thin, crystal glass. She held the glass by the stem, and offered it to me. I realized I could be gauche and grab the globe of the glass, or slightly more refined, and take the stem.
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I opted for the latter. As my fingers sought the thin tapered stem, my fingers had to slide over hers. There was something classically Victorian in this poetic, little exchange. Fingers over fingers, fingers over stem. Hers remained under mine for just a trifle longer than necessary. She looked me in the eyes, then demurely removed her hand. “It’s a simple little vintage from Chateau Carbonnieux. ”“Actually, that vintner produces one of my favorite white Bordeaux’s. ”Her eyes told me that I had just passed a most-important test. I decided that I’d score a few more points. I subtly inclined the glass toward her, and offered a simple, intentionally meaningless toast. (I could be an eloquent son-of-a-bitch when I wanted to). “To the scent of the morning, and beauty undenied. ”The woman actually blushed. As she resumed her presumptive prattle, I watched her.
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She was fully a head taller than Luanne and the mother/daughter relationship was undeniable. Actually, that’s not quite accurate. She could have been Luanne’s older sister. Her stomach was flat, and her breasts full. Her eyes were the same blue iridescent pools. Her lips were perfectly matched, lusciously full, and I could imagine them forming a lovely “O” like the one her daughter had perfected. The outfit she wore would have cost me a month’s salary. She continued to chatter on, talking about her gardens, her volunteer work and everyday life. Luanne finally returned and, thankfully, brought the soliloquy to an end. Luanne’s mother graciously swept the glass from my hand and I noticed that she had managed to lightly brush her fingers along the back of mine. It was a movement felt, but unseen. She ushered us to the door. “It was nice to meet you, FT… a most pleasant diversion. ”I formally nodded, deflecting my eyes and smiling. Then looking her directly in the eyes, I replied, “Dear Lady, the pleasure was all mine.
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” I received a tiny curtsey nod in return. I also received an unfathomable smile that made me feel a little uncomfortable. “Luanne, dear… you have a pleasant time, and remember: you are to be a proper young lady. ”The word “proper” seemed to carry a private meaning between mother and daughter, and was not to be understood by an outsider. It was slightly disturbing. She watched as I carried Luanne’s bag to the car, and I smiled to myself as Luanne made a great show of buckling her seatbelt. It prompted me to do the same. Luanne dutifully waved to her mother. The older version of Luanne was no longer graciously animated. She smiled blankly and then evaporated behind the door. “Well kid, let’s get you to Jamie’s house. ”I set the car in motion and followed the herringbone granite drive around the center fountain. It wasn’t until we passed through the stone pillars onto the main road that Luanne seemed to come alive again. She began a happy recitation of the things she and the girls were planning. I was only half-listening as I replayed the encounter with Larissa Delacroix.
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Never once had she mentioned her husband. .
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