A TREASURE EXPLORED

I only heard the sobbing 'cos the CD had finished and I 
couldn't be bothered standing up to change the disc. It 
was then I faintly heard this pitiful, urgent sobbing 
and muttering. I caught words like, 'not fair... kill 
me... where... shit.'

I looked out of the classroom window. On a Saturday 
afternoon you'd expect the place to be deserted, that's 
why it was such a good time to catch up on things. But 
this time there was a young girl, scurrying around and 
under the buildings obviously agitated and obviously 
searching.

I slid open the window and watched trying to recognise 
the child. Then it clicked it was Michelle, a very 
sweet and well behaved eleven year old student from the 
previous year. Finally she crouched down against the 
building, sobbing and still muttering. Her head still 
moved rapidly and her eyes were obviously searching. 
Finally with a huge gasp of exasperation she wailed 
softly, "I'm dead meat," and buried her face into her 
up drawn knees.

I quietly left my room and walked round the building. 
She was quite a heart rendering sight, crouched down, 
still crying. I noticed immediately her short skirt was 
drawn up and the edges of her pink panties were on 
display. She didn't hear my approach as she sobbed to 
herself. 

As I got to within almost touching distance I could see 
right up to the gusset of her pretty panties under the 
drawn up skirt. She was also wearing an equally cute 
pink boob tube. Not that at eleven she had much in the 
way of boobs, but moving sideways slightly, I could see 
the clear indentations of her burgeoning nipples. She 
was on the cusp of puberty and I knew that with her 
normally smiling, impish face she was going to break 
many a heart. However the hearts that were breaking at 
that moment were hers and mine. Mine to see such a 
sweet little girl in such obvious distress and hers 
'cos she was so clearly in distress.

"Michelle," I half whispered, not wishing to startle 
her and add to her woes.

Her head shot up. Her tear stained face, her blood shot 
eyes melted my heart and I just wanted to hold her and 
console and make her happy once more.

"Sir," she gasped. 

She started to scramble to her feet showing much more 
of her cute pink knickers than even before. I could not 
help but notice the tight slit against the stretched 
panties. It was very alluring and very sexy. 

"Eleven, just eleven," I muttered to myself.

She looked as if she were going to run away; obviously 
afraid at having been caught somewhere she should not 
have been at the weekend.

"Michelle," I said softly, "what on earth's wrong? 
Don't be afraid, maybe I can help."

She looked straight at me her eyes filled with doubt. 
This one scared child.

"Look sweetie something's wrong, please tell me?" I 
leant over and took her gently by her bare arms and 
drew her towards me. Her trembling little body was only 
centimetres away. It took a huge amount of will power 
to not take her in my arms and hug her there and then.

Instead I released one arm and gently stroked the wet 
tears away from one sweet puffy cheek.

"There, there, honey you can tell me. I always said 
nothing was too bad you can't tell somebody."

A million thoughts flashed through my mind. The main 
ones being was she being bullied or was she being 
abused at home in someway.

"C'mom Michelle tell me just a hint maybe."

She gulped, but her eyes softened I could se a little 
of the normal sparkle there. "I've lost something," she 
whispered, "something really important."

"Oh that's no good," I said kindly. "Perhaps if you 
tell me we can find it together."

She nodded and I stroked the tears away from her other 
sweet cheek. She recoiled slightly at my touch then 
stood relaxed as I wiped her cheek again. I could feel 
some of the tension slip away.

"Look let's sit down," I indicated to a bench only a 
few feet away. "Then you can tell me all your woes."

She tried half a smile and allowed me to lead her to 
the seat. We settled down and instinctively I put my 
arm around her. She looked up at me at little oddly. 
Teachers don't normally get this close to their little 
charges. Not these days at least. But then she relaxed 
and settled down against me, her head resting against 
my arm

"So what's lost?" I asked encouragingly

She gulped first. "$50 dollars, a 50 dollar note." The 
fear returned to her voice. "And if I don't find me 
he'll kill me," she added with pure fear in her sweet 
voice.

"Whoa, who'll kill you," I added the emphasis. 

"Peter my stepdad."

"Now why would he do that, it's only money after all?"

"Cos he always spanks me when I've done something 
wrong, but this time it'll be worse 'cos he gave me the 
money to buy mum a birthday present," she paused the 
tears once again coming from her eyes. "Last time I 
lost some money he accused me of stealing – I didn't 
honest," she sobbed. Her tear-wracked face looked up at 
me her eyes pleading to be believed.

Now as I said I knew this child well and I'd bet she'd 
never steal, let alone from her family. I couldn't help 
it I hugged her tightly as she sobbed away. "Sweetheart 
I believe you, but what are we going to do about this 
missing money?"

Well to cut along story short we spent the next 10 
minutes or so, looking around the buildings for the 
missing money. She was totally convinced she'd lost it 
straight after school the afternoon before. But as much 
as we searched it never did turn up. 

Finally I led her back into the classroom and we sat 
down on the big old sofa I had in the reading corner. 
It was old and battered but the kids loved it. When you 
sit you sorta slide into the middle. So we found 
ourselves in very close, very close proximity too each 
other. I was more than taken with the nearness of her 
lithe little pre-teen body. More than I could have 
imagined or indeed should have imagined.

As we had searched she kept referring back to the fact 
she was in so much trouble with her stepdad. It was 
clear this was her real fear. It was also obvious that 
she feared a spanking, but I got the impression it just 
wasn't just a dusted bum.

"Now you Michelle what are we going to tell your 
parents?"

Well that just set the tears off. "Please sir they just 
can't find out I never should have bought it to school 
and Peter thinks I'm off buying mum's present right 
now," she sobbed pitifully. I drew her to me her little 
body trembled as she poured her heart out.

Finally I managed to soothe her down. All the time I 
was silently aware of her little pre-pubescent body. As 
undeveloped as she was, the combination of just 
sprouting nipples, her short skirt and tight little bum 
and smooth legs was turning me right on.

"Now look Michelle, I do think you have to tell me 
what's going on at home?"

She looked at me her red eyes so alluring and helpless. 
But then I could see a light of resolve and she gulped 
back the tears. "Well when I get spanked it's always 
Peter who does. It used to be mum, but now it's always 
him."

"Is mum there as well?"

"Usually," she nodded.

"So what happens, you get a couple of smacks on your 
bottom," I said kindly encouraging.

She shook her head quite violently. "I wouldn't mind 
that, after all if I've been naughty I know I'd deserve 
that, I know that's what happens to my friends like 
Brienna and Megan. No he really lays it on, some times 
as many as twenty slaps and on my bare bum."

I was surprised to say the least but I waited for her 
to continue. Silence.

"So does mum approve?"

"I think so, she doesn't say anything. Any case he 
spanks her too when she been naughty and she gets the 
belt!"

"What!" I exclaimed. "Your mum gets punished too?"

Michelle nodded. "She told me once it wasn't too bad 
and that in one way it was fun as well. Well it's not 
my idea of fun!"

"No well I can see that, but adults do funny things 
sometimes."

She looked at me oddly. "Do you spank your wife?"

I smiled knowingly, "well not because she's been 
naughty, but we do play around a lot, so yeh I suppose 
we do. But I don't make her cry and I certainly don't 
use a belt!"

Michelle's eyes widened taking in what I was saying. 
"Mum did say it was exciting when he wasn't angry with 
her and he was always kind afterwards even when he was 
angry. She said granddad use to spank her when she was 
my age and he sometimes used a belt. But she said she 
always deserved it."

These revelations were quite startling. But clearly 
there was a culture of family punishments and Peter was 
certainly tapping into it. Luck sod!

"OK, so tell me how he punishes you, what happens?"

Michelle was speaking with more confidence and it 
almost became like a recital of a family happening. "I 
have to have a shower first. Then put on clean panties. 
I have to come down the lounge room."

"What just in your panties." I visualised this sexy 
little moppet just standing there in her little girl's 
knickers awaiting her spanking.

"No silly I put on a dressing gown. Well it's more of a 
wrap. Mum says it's silk and very grown up."

The eroticism of the image I had conjured up just 
became more erotic.

"I have to tell him and mum what I've done wrong. Then 
Peter tells me how many smacks I'm going to get. 
Usually it's 12, but has been as much as 20."

"20 smacks, I can't believe that!"

Michelle nodded sadly. "It'll be more this time, losing 
all that money and lying to him." Tears began to weep 
out of eyes again. "What am I going to do?"

"Never mind sweetie I'll help you out, I promise he 
won't find out!"

"Really," a weak smile crossed her tear stained face. 
"Do you mean it?"

"Promise, but first tell me what else happens?" I was 
honestly getting turned on by her story and the images 
of her getting ready to receive her punishment.

"He takes off my wrap and I have to lie over his lap 
and he gives me half of the punishment. It really hurts 
and he spreads it all over bum cheeks." She shuddered 
at the thought.

"What next, take your time?"

"I have to stand up and he takes my panties off."

"You mean you're quite naked." My mind really was 
working over time now.

She nodded, "and then it's back over his lap and he 
spanks me again. Usually by this time I'm kicking and 
crying, but it makes no difference, he smacks even 
harder if anything, so I've learnt to try and keep as 
still possible. It's not easy," she sniffed. 

I patted her tiny tush gently and she snuggled even 
closer to me.

"Then what?"

"I have to stand up and show mummy my bum. It's always 
bright red and pink. Then I have to apologise. Only 
then can I put my wrap on and I have to go straight to 
bed. Mummy comes up and puts cream on my sore bum and 
makes promise to try to be better, but it doesn't 
matter he always seems to finds things I've done wrong. 
Sometimes I reckon he just watches me and then makes 
something up. It's no use telling mummy 'cos she 
doesn't believe me!"

"So that's why you are so scared, cos he'll punish 
you?"

She nodded sadly.

"OK. I said I'd help but I have to ask you. Do you 
think you've been naughty this time at all?"

She thought for a moment or two. "Well yes I did bring 
the money to school, but honest I was going to get 
mummy's present on the way home."

"I believe you sweetie, but it wasn't very clever 
bringing all that money to school was it. I bet you 
were told not to?"

She nodded sadly again.

"Anything else?" I asked softly.

She nodded. "I lied to Peter. I told him I was going to 
buy the present, and now I can't and 
he'll............."

"Shush, no he won't, 'cos I'm going to give you the 
money. I'm not going to have him punish you for a silly 
mistake, even if you did lie afterwards. But you agree 
you've been naughty and quite dishonest?"

She nodded sadly. "Yes!"

"And normally you'd be punished and that would be fair 
too?"

Again she nodded. "I suppose so."

"Yes or no sweetie, be honest."

Yes," she declared, "it would be fair."

"So you should be punished?"

"Well yes, I suppose ...."

"No!" I interrupted her. "You should be punished. Yes 
or no?"

She thought for a moment and then slowly nodded her 
head. "Yes." She whispered. "But you said..."

"I said I wouldn't let your stepdad punish you. But you 
admit you deserve to be punished. So there's only 
really one option left isn't there?'

She looked puzzled. "I don't understand."

"Its quite simple really. I'll bail you out and give 
you the $50 dollars. But you should be punished and 
I'll do that too. Do you agree?"

Her eyes opened wide in shock. "You mean... You 
can't... you're my teacher..."

"Peter or me it's that simple. You were naughty. You 
admit you should be punished. So me or Peter?"

Eyes dropped to the floor and she fiddled with the 
corner of her short skirt. Finally she looked up at me. 
"You!" she whispered. "How?"

I looked as serious as I could. "Well I think I'd be 
betraying your parents trust and family standards if I 
didn't punish you in the same way as they do. So I'll 
have to spank you."

She gasped, going bright red.

"Please."

"The difference is my sweet," hugging her firmly, "when 
I spank you I won't be as mean as Peter obviously is 
and of course they'll never find out how silly or 
deceitful you've been. So do you agree to being spanked 
by me?"

She raised her sweet cherubic face. I could have kissed 
her there and then. Her moist lips slightly apart. Her 
eye fearful still. But there was certain sparkle, a 
mischievous sparkle.

"Promise it won't hurt as much. Promise mum and Peter 
will never find out," she declared at last.

"I solemnly swear," I said with as much seriousness as 
I could. My cock was rock hard and I was acutely aware 
that if she looked down she'd see how aroused I was. 
Crying out loud if that were to happen who knows what 
she'd do.

"OK, I agree," she whispered. "You can spank me. How 
many?"

"Well," I said with mock severity trying more too hide 
my excitement, "as you're eleven now, I think it should 
be eleven and perhaps one more to make it a nice even 
number.

She nodded sadly, "OK then."

I pushed her away from me. Which in itself was a great 
wrench. "Let's get you ready and get it done and then 
you can go and buy mum's present."

She looked at me puzzled. "Get ready, shouldn't I just 
lie down over your lap." She looked down and it was 
obvious I had been found it. She looked straight at the 
outline of hard cock pressing against my tight shorts. 
Then at my face. Then quickly back to my rampant cock.

"You're just like Peter," she whispered, "he gets all 
hard as well when he spanks me."

"Michelle," I started to protest.

She looked at me with a sort of knowing aloofness. 
"It's alright sir, mum explained it to me. Men get 
excited when they're near girls, even little girls like 
me."

I spluttered meaninglessly but quickly decided it was 
better to ignore what had just occurred and get back to 
her spanking.

"Now young lady stand up. Do as your told or the deals 
off."

She hastily scrambled to her feet. I edged forward so 
was sitting on the edge of the sofa.

"Closer," I ordered. She moved in-between my 
outstretched legs. My cock was still showing, a fact 
that was not lost on her.

I reached for the bottom of her pink boob tube. Her 
little boobs, no enlarged nipples were only centimetres 
from my hungry eyes.

She stepped back. "Whaaaat."

"Stop!" I commanded realising she hadn't expected I 
would want to undress her. "I told you this would have 
to be just like at home. You'd be spanked on your 
panties and bare bum, so that's the way it has to be."

Her hand flew to her mouth and she gasped loudly. 
"But..."

I cut her off not wanting to lose control of the 
situation. "You have a choice. MY way or Peter's way?" 
I looked at her sternly.

Her eyes dropped as she realised she had no choice. She 
shuffled forward slightly. "Your way," she mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"Your way," she said softly, but more clearly.

"Right no more silliness. Remember I'm doing you a 
favour, now lift your hands above your head."

There was a look of resignation on her face and I knew 
I had won. She lifted her hands up above her head and 
stood silently. He little chest puffed out and I could 
see the little sexy indentations of her nipples. Only 
they weren't so little. Her nipples had grown and were 
now pushing firmly against her boob tube. She was 
either scared or excited or perhaps a combination of 
both.

I couldn't resist it and I stroked each nipple in turn. 
Her body squirmed and her arms wavered. She bit her 
lip, but remained compliant.

"Michelle you are getting to be a big girl, your 
nipples are growing, Soon your little boobs will start 
sprouting. You're going to be a very sexy young girl." 
She went bright red at my frank assessment but there 
was sparkle in her eyes. She was enjoying my 
compliments.

"I know sir, mum said that it'd happen." 

"Happening darling, oh definitely happening." I gave 
her nipples a little tweak.

"Ouch!"

"Let me show how much shall I?"

She nodded uncertain though of what I meant.

I slipped my fingers under the elasticated bottom of 
her cute boob tube and slowly pulled the material up. 
It dragged up over her flat chest and then revealed her 
cute enlarged nipples. The area around was quite large 
and a delightful browny red colour. This was quite 
incredible.

Her nipples were quite tiny, like little pinheads but 
very, very erect. I pulled it as far as her face and 
ordered her to remove it herself. She hesitated and 
again I tweaked her nipple.

Her little body squirmed and she moaned again. But she 
dropped her arms enough to grab the lower edge and she 
began to pull.

As she did I caressed both nipples simultaneously. 
"Stop!" I ordered sharply and she froze her face 
covered. My fingers rolling her cute hard nipples round 
and round.

"Michelle we can stop if you want to," I said kindly. 
"If you want me stop all you have to do is pull your 
top down." 

Her arms wavered. She was caught between the sheer 
naughtiness of what was happening to her pre-pubescent 
body and the sexual thrill and excitement that was 
coursing through her body.

Michelle," I continued softly. "I know you're enjoying 
having your nipples played with after all, all little 
girls do. If you want it to continue then pull your top 
off. It's up to you darling. You can be a big girl or a 
little girl. I'll stop if you do."

The pressure on her was huge. She didn't want me to 
stop, but she didn't want to say carry on.

I continued to play with her nipples and also began 
encircling her soft sexy aureoles. "One day soon 
darling you'll have lovely titties and the boys, and 
men, will just adore you. I adore you Michelle. I do so 
want to see more of you. To excite you more. We can 
stop anytime you like! It's up to you."

Then quite deliberately I leant forward and kissed her 
little nipple. It was electrifying. The tiny pointiness 
of this hard little pinprick against my tongue. I 
closed my lips around her tiny tittie bud and sucked. 
She moaned and sighed

"Oh sir that is. That is..."

"Yes it is and it only gets better." 

I switched my attention to her other nipple and 
caressed and teased it likewise. My hands gripped her 
hips and pulled her closer to me. I could feel little 
body trembling to my touch. I slipped one hand around 
her buttocks and squeezed gently. Again she squirmed to 
my touch, but made no effort to escape. 

Then with a suddenness that surprised me she ripped her 
boob tube up over her face and dramatically threw it 
one side. Her arms dropped to her side, little fists 
clenched. Her face was set in sheer determination. Her 
eyes sparkled. She looked straight at me. "I don't want 
you to stop. I want it to get better!"

I pulled her towards me, half squashing her semi-naked 
little body against mine. She was trembling still, but 
this time the little moans, as I caressed her sweet 
tight buttocks and ruffled her hair, were moans of 
pleasure. She was trembling, but trembling with sexual 
excitement. I had awakened something inside her. She 
was for the first time discovering her sexuality. And 
even at eleven she knew she wanted more.

She stepped back and smiled shyly at me. "That made me 
feel so. oooh... I don't know."

"Excited! Sexy! Naughty!"

"Yes," she smiled, "all those things, but good all over 
and I mean really, really good," And she gave a happy 
little sigh and placed her arms behind her head, 
signaling that her body was mine to use. I kissed her 
face all over, and then worked down her throat to her 
chest, where I spent some time sucking, lapping and 
nibbling at those delectable little areoles and their 
erect nipples. She began to moan and wriggle; and, when 
I left her tits to move further down, she groaned, "No. 
Don't! Stop!" 

I lifted my head for a second and told her, "Trust me, 
you won't be sorry. I'm going to make you feel even 
better. That's what you want isn't it?"

I looked into her trusting childish eyes. She nodded. 
"Yes," whispered, "that's what I want." 

I resumed my downward journey. Michelle had a gymnast's 
body, straight as a boy's, with no puppy fat. I licked 
and nuzzled her taunt belly, pausing a moment to blow a 
raspberry in her belly button, which brought a giggle 
in the midst of her gasps of pleasure. 

"Michelle I want you to take off your skirt. Only if 
you want to though? If you want me make you feel even 
better you'll have to take off your own skirt? I won't 
force you!"

I was quiet, but insistent. I was putting it all back 
to her. I knew that this was the make or break point. 
Removing her own skirt was much more decisive than 
removing a half removed top. 

She looked at me again, her eyes sparkling, but still 
there was doubt. My hands were resting on her hips and 
I slipped one round to cup her tight little buttock. I 
squeezed gently. "I can make you feel so much better if 
only you'll let me sweetheart, I promise. Is that what 
you want?'

She nodded imperceptibly. "Yes," she whispered. He 
hands travelled to the little button that held her 
skirt closed. She flicked it open and then slowly 
pulled the little zip down. She let it go and it 
dropped to her feet. She made no move to kick it away, 
so I did it for her.

She stood there so vulnerable, so tiny, so undeveloped, 
yet so sexy, clad only in her small clinging pink 
little girl knickers. They fitted her so tightly and 
were particularly snug around her crutch. She was also 
damp and her little slit was so prominently out lined 
against the damp material. I just wanted to grab her 
and rip off her knickers then and there, but that was 
not a good idea. 

"Oh Michelle," I whispered, "you are so, so beautiful 
and so, so very, very sexy. I love you all ready."

She looked shocked for a moment and then a look of 
uncertainty crossed her face.

"You can't love me I'm only a little girl you're a 
grown man, it's not possible."

I took her tiny hands in mine and pulled her closer. 
She was directly in front of me, our faces the same 
height only centimeters apart.

"Oh sweet darling Michelle, but I do, and I can. You 
are so wonderful, so beautiful, so absolutely perfect. 
Of course I love you, how could I not. But I know you 
can't love me and that's ok. So long as you like me I 
can settle for that." And I kissed her softly on her 
sweet tiny trembling lips. She responded almost 
immediately though she didn't really know what to do. I 
stroked her lips with my tongue and gently forced them 
apart.

"Use your tongue darling just like I do."

She took a deep breath and pressed her mouth more 
firmly against mine. Her tongue gingerly reached out 
and parted my lips and then they intertwined and our 
lips mashed more forcibly together. She was squirming 
and twisting with pleasure as we exchanged passionate 
kisses. Finally I broke our embrace and looked into her 
sparkling eyes. Any fear, any hesitation was gone... 
there was just smouldering passionate desire. She was 
one very hot eleven year old.

I traced my fingers around her nipples and she 
shuddered once again. "Oh I do like that that's the 
nicest it's ever felt."

"You mean you've done this before? Who with?"

"Myself silly, lots of little girls play with heir 
nipples and boobs and..." her voice tailed off.

"Oh yeh and where else," I smiled.

"You know?"

"No tell me, boys are built differently to girls, 
you'll have to tell me.'

"I can't... I'd be embarrassed."

"It's a bit late for that," I laughed kindly. "So tell 
me."

She looked me once again with that steely 
determination. "My fanny, my cunny, my vagina,' she 
said solemnly. "So there!"

"Oh is that all," I said kindly. "I though you had some 
terrible secret to tell me, of course all girls stroke 
their fannies and do more. Do you do more?"

She thought for a moment and nodded, "yes I put my 
fingers in my... vagina."

"Oh you mean your cunt!"

She looked shocked fore a moment and then smiled 
sweetly, "yes my cunt, I put my fingers in my cunt!"

"And you love it too don't you?"

"Yes I do I love sticking my fingers in and making 
myself all wet and then I have an orgasm and I love 
it!"

"Whoa, orgasms at your age, gee you must be more grown 
up that I thought, what a terrific little girl you are. 
No wonder I love you."

"Oh stop it you don't love me, like I said you can't 
I'm only eleven!"

"Eleven, ten, twelve! It doesn't matter I still love 
you, so there!"

"Do you mean it, do you honestly mean it?' She looked 
at me intently. "Can I tell you something special. You 
must promise not too laugh?"

"Of course won't. I promise."

"I love you too, I have since last year. Mummy said it 
was silly crush that little girls have for their 
teachers, but I knew different. I love you!" 

And with that simple statement she leant forward 
wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again. This 
time it was much more slowly, deeper, and her tongue 
played with mine until we were both panting with 
excitement.

My hands trailed down to her cute little buns and I 
caressed and kneaded them they were so sensual. Her 
body rubbed against mine and all I could think was how 
I wanted to see it all. To kiss and caress it all.

My cock was so hard and throbbing and I knew it was 
pressing hard against her smooth flat belly.

She wriggled suggestively and giggled, "your thingy's 
all hard."

"My what?"

"Your thingy, you know what I mean?"

"Tell me precious, I want to hear you say it."

She pushed back a little and looked me straight in the 
eyes. "Your cock, your penis it's all hard, look!" And 
she dropped her hand and traced the outline of my very 
bulge. I shook with electric pleasure. Her little 
fingers trailed up and down the hard out line.

"Oh Michelle yes it is darling. All because of you. 
You've made it hard. I told I loved you."

"I love you too," she replied softly

I looked at her slim flat chest. She was so lithe. 
Apart from those gorgeous hard nipples and just the 
very smallest hints of her breast she was so gorgeously 
flat. But those nipples. So hard and so tiny and 
pointy. They were just scrumptious. And to prove the 
point I leant down and kissed each in turn.

She grasped my head and pulled it closer to her and 
moaned loudly. "Oh yes you make me feel so good," she 
panted excitedly. "Don't stop!"

As if I would I thought and I continued to lick and 
nibble her sweet nipples and areoles. It was one of the 
most incredibly sexy experiences of my life and I 
didn't want it to stop, ever!

"I can make you feel even better than that, but you got 
to trust me."

She looked up at me the pleasure radiating from her 
young innocent face. "Oh please! I do! Please!"

I trailed my hand down over flat tummy and paused at 
the edge of her little panties.

"Are you sure, sweetheart, are you really sure?"

"Oh yes. Yes!"

Do you know what I'm going to do?"

She nodded.

"What? Tell me." 

"You're going... to..." She faltered.

"Go on tell me."

"You're going... to... Touch me!"

Touch you?"

She nodded.

"Where? Where am I going to touch you?"

"Down there..." she nodded downwards.

"Down where, go on tell me."

"My... my... cunny," she gasped

"Your cunny," I said softly as if not really 
understanding. "What's that?"

"My 'gina, my... cunt!"

"Oh yes sweetheart you're right. I am going to touch 
your little cunny, your vagina, your fanny... your 
cunt! But you gotta ask me. I gotta know this is what 
your really what."

As I was teasing her I allowed my fingers to trail over 
the front of her little panties, around and around, but 
avoiding actually touching her little slit. Her panties 
were quite damp and she was panting in excitement and 
I'm sure exasperation.

"You mean down here Michelle?"

She nodded biting her lip.

"Ask me! You gotta ask me, I might make a mistake. I 
might not do what you want me to."

She was bright red part embarrassment, part sheer 
excitement and anticipation. I continued to stroke her 
groin, but not yet touching her juicy little fanny. Her 
body was heaving and trembling with sexual energy.

"Touch me," she whimpered, "please touch my fanny. I 
want you. I do! I do! Pleeeeeaaase!"

"Oh Michelle I'd love to," and I traced my finger up 
and down her wet slit three times. She moaned and 
shuddered in my arms. "But I can't!"

"Why?' she almost screamed.

"Your panties little sweet one, your panties are in the 
way."

She looked at me. If looks could kill I'd be stone 
dead. "You bastard," she hissed and she pushed away 
from me. The next movement was to literally rip her 
panties down over her fanny and slim legs and violently 
kicking them off.

She stood there defiantly now, hands on hips. Legs 
splayed apart, her wet lips glistening, swollen and 
extended showing off the redness of her inner lips. He 
little clit poked out from the top of her bare lips as 
if on guard. 

"Now, are you happy now?"

Her look was of pure lust. She was beyond any reason. 
All she wanted was me to touch her. To finger her, to 
slip my fingers into her virgin little cunt. Her 
nipples stood up proudly on her cute flat chest. Her 
slim belly led downwards to that special of all 
treasures and she was going to let me enter that inner 
sanctum.

I beckoned her to me and she steeped forward quite 
controlled, hands still on hips her head held up high.

"Are you sure?" I asked softly. "You have to be sure."

She was breathing quite heavily by now. "Yes," she 
panted, "oh yes! Please! Please!"

I stroked her hard little nipples. "How does that make 
you feel?"

"Oh just... I don't know... tingly all over."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as I teased and 
gently squeezed those gorgeous little buttons. 

"No! No! No!"

I continued rolling her nipples with one hand but let 
the other trail down over her smooth hard belly nearing 
he little hairless fanny.

She moved her legs even further part and pushed 
forward. "Yes, there! Yes!"

Then to my great joy she grabbed my hand and forced it 
against those smooth hairless fanny lips. She was so 
wet and slippery that my fingers unintentionally at 
first, slipped into the tight little crevice. 
Unintentionally because a she felt my fingers against 
her tight little cunt she pressed even hard forward.

"Oh yes, yes, that's fucking bootiful." 

For some reason I was shocked at her language. Weird 
hey?

I gently stroked the opening of her sweet lips. She was 
so tight it just added to the experience. One finger 
slipped inside her pussy then two. Then I was finger 
fucking her. Her arms were now round my neck as she 
hugged me tightly, very tightly. Her panting and 
moaning was getting louder and more erratic. Then her 
body arched back and she pressed forward almost 
insanely and orgasmed. It shook her little body from 
tip to toe. 

Her chest pressed against mine I could feel those cute 
hard nipples boring into my chest. My two fingers were 
firmly embedded in her tight little eleven-year of 
fanny. I was in sheer ecstasy. Then her body flopped 
and I had to carry her exhausted sobbing body to avoid 
her falling to the floor. I guided us to a futon 
mattress we used as a huge reading mat and we collapsed 
happy and exhausted.

Her eyes were still closed as she gasped for breath 
gulping in the air. Finally her eyes opened and she 
smiled. "That was soo, so fucking goooood. I've never 
had anything like this. It was even better than 
with..."

Ooops! I could see it in her eyes; she nearly had let 
something slip. Something she hadn't really wanted me 
to know. But there was time for that later I still had 
some more personally pressing things I wanted to do 
with sweet little moppet. And there was no way she 
wasn't going to be willing! 

"Feel god hey?"

She nodded childishly. "Ohh yes! Yes!"

"I can do even better than that if you'll let me?'

Her eyes widened. "You gotta be joking. That was the 
best ever. How?"

"Trust me?"

She nodded, "Oh yes, yes!"

"Close your eyes and do exactly what I tell you, OK?"

She nodded and scrunched up her eyes. It was if she 
were playing hide and seek.

I moved down the mattress until I was right next to her 
legs which were splayed open so delightfully, showing 
off her wet red and juicy pussy. It was so hairless and 
such tight lips and that gorgeous little, erect, very 
erect clittie still poking out.

I moved so I was in-between her legs. "No peeking," I 
reminded her, "not yet anyway."

Pulling her legs a bit wider I planted my first kiss on 
those plump little pussy lips.

At the first contact, she bucked and yelled. I pulled 
my mouth away, unsure whether it had been in pleasure 
or fright. Her eyes flew open and confirmed what her 
brain and touch senses had been telling her. I was 
firmly in between her wide-open legs only inches from 
her sweet tight pussy. 

She almost screamed out at me, "No, don't stop, do it 
against, please." 

So I returned, to begin licking lightly around the 
child's crotch. 

Michelle was tossing and writhing, her breath coming 
rapidly. My tongue opened up her lips, and she gave a 
long wail. Juices were pouring out of her little cunt-
hole, and I lapped them up eagerly, amazed at how sweet 
and delicious she tasted. I'd eaten plenty of women 
before; but if this was what a little pre-pubescent 
pussy tasted like, I knew nothing could ever compete.

My little moppet was well ahead of me. I'd scarcely 
found her tiny clit again, which matched her hard erect 
nipples, nor hardly any time to flick it with my 
tongue, before she gave a scream and started spasming 
out of control. Floods of her pussy-honey poured into 
my mouth. She flopped around for ages, moaning and 
begging me not to stop, before her convulsions died 
down and she went limp.

I stopped briefly to ensure that none of her sweet 
pussy-honey was wasted, and then I slipped up the 
mattress and took her in my arms. Her small, frail body 
felt like a rag-doll. After a bit, she raised her face, 
damp strands of hair stuck to it, and managed to focus 
her dazed eyes on me. 

"Wow," she commented, then let her head fall back into 
the crook of my shoulder.

I let her lie there, although my stiff cock was begging 
for attention, until she was sufficiently recovered to 
half sit up. 

"That was incredible," she said. "I never thought it 
would be as good as that." She grinned sweetly and I 
thought her flushed, wet face looked even more 
beautiful than before. 

I could see her mind ticking over. Her eyes narrowed 
rather sneakily. "If your tongue is that good then..." 
she paused before whispering secretly, "what would it 
be like with your willy?"

She smiled, looking down, and reached out a tentative 
hand to my erect member. 

"It's all right," I reassured her. "You can touch it."

Fascinated, Michelle ran her fingertips over my cock, 
then flinched back as it twitched in response. "It's 
OK," I told her; but she looked dubious. I kissed her 
and very gently took her hand, placing the palm against 
my shaft. "Put your hand round it and rub," I said.

She did as I suggested. Tentatively at first, then with 
a beautiful smile coming over her face, she began to 
get the feel of how she could make my cock respond. I 
showed her how to pull the foreskin up and down; then I 
suggested that she might kiss it. She stared at me in 
disbelief, until I pointed out that it wasn't so 
different from what I'd done to her. Nervously at 
first, she bent down and planted a kiss on the wet red 
gleaming head, before pulling away quickly.

"Well?" I asked. 

"It's a little bit scary," she whispered. "But nice. 
Can I do it again?"

As much as you like, darling," I said. "It's as good 
for me as having your pussy licked was for you?" 

She looked at me for a moment as if deciding, then with 
a little grin she put her mouth back, and gave the head 
of my cock a long, lingering kiss. 

"Try sucking some into your mouth," I suggested.

After a moment's hesitation, she opened her lips to 
slide them around the glans and I have to admit with 
some difficulty, getting the whole head into her little 
mouth.

Stroking her hair, I used the slight pressure of my 
hand to encourage her into sucking back and forth and 
she got into this very quickly. I've had far more 
expert blow-jobs, from women who've got more into their 
mouths; but the eager, childish enthusiasm with which 
Michelle sucked me made them all pale into 
insignificance.

I was no better than her at holding out. I felt my 
balls tighten and my cock begin to throb. At the last 
moment, I glanced down at Michelle's face, 
concentrating on her sucking, and realized that she 
probably wouldn't have a clue what was about to happen. 
I wanted to shoot my full load into her sweet mouth; 
but I was concerned it might scare her too much. 

I pushed her head gently away, just as the first spurt 
of come flew out of my cock, to land smack on her 
flushed face. Before either of us could react further 
the rest of my hot juices had spurted out over her 
chin, her cheeks and even dribbling onto her hard sexy 
nipples.

I collapsed beside her, exhausted. She was lying 
motionless, nearly rigid, shock on her face; but she 
relaxed little when I took her in my arms. "Are you all 
right, sweetheart?" I asked, worried how she'd react.

"You didn't have to," she smiled sweetly, "I knew what 
was going to happen. I wanted to you in my mouth when 
it happened."

I looked at her in total surprise. She was far more 
knowledgeable than I had first realised.

"Now sir we'll have to do it all over again!"

Now that did rock me. It also stirred my cock again. 
The thought of her once again sucking me to an orgasm 
and this time eating my cum was just too exciting to 
describe.

"Yes please, my sweet one but if you make it hard again 
it won't be in your mouth..." I let the sentence hang.

"You mean, you're going to put it in my cunny."

I nodded.

She looked at me intently then a little smile appeared 
which broadened very quickly. "Oh yes please, please, 
put it in my cunny. Fuck me, fuck me!"

I lay back and grinned. "Well my little sexy moppet you 
better make sure my cock is nice and hard!"

She needed no further bidding and lowering herself 
towards my cock, gently taking it in her small hands 
and sliding them up and down. I was hard within 
seconds. "You mean like that sir?" she asked cheekily.

Her tongue gently licked the head of throbbing prick. 
The feelings were just awesome. 

"Wet me all over," I panted. "The wetter the more 
slippery, the easier it will slid into your tight 
little cunt."

She lifted her head, her eyes sparkling and she nodded 
eagerly. She then proceeded to completely cover my cock 
with her saliva. Up and own around and round even more 
my balls got lathering. It was all I could do to hold 
off from coming again. Luckily I managed to stop her.

"Now darling. I want you to straddle my face and then 
sit on my mouth, I'm going to tongue fuck you first, 
make you as wet and juicy as possible."

"Oh goody, I know I'll love that," she giggled. "Your 
tongue up my fanny, Ooooohhhh!"

She stood other side of my shoulders and edged forward. 
I gripped her slim hips. Her fanny was quiet 
pronounced, her lips swollen and already very, very 
wet. But it was determined to make her even wetter. The 
view upwards was quite incredible. Her tight puffy wet 
lips flowing up her smooth belly. Then her flat chest 
with two just burgeoning tint pre-pubescent little 
boobies, but capped with two quite amazing, beautiful, 
hard, erect nipples. 

She leant forwards and I saw her smiling eager face. 
She eagerly wanted this. OK she had no real idea want 
she was about to experience. The pain would be hard at 
first. Her fanny was so small and my cock by comparison 
so big, but I reassured myself that the pain would be 
replaced pleasure and she would never look back

All these thoughts were vanquished as she lowered her 
steaming willing eleven-year-old cunt towards my face. 
I guided her downwards and as her fanny lips met my 
lips, I slid my tongue up and down those puffy firm 
hairless little slit. She resisted for a moment, but 
then parted, allowing my tongue to slip inside that 
most precious of all channels. 

I caught a momentary glimpse of her erect little clit, 
before she covered my face with she sweet delightful 
little body. She shuddered violently as my tongue 
connected with that sweet tight clit and flicked it 
backwards and forwards, before going off in search of 
deeper parts of her sopping wet juicy little vagina. 
She ground herself down on the intruding object and I 
travelled to a wondrous place only previously visited 
by her little fingers. 

I knew what was going to happen and gripped her 
tightly. She continued grinding down and then with a 
loud, but thankfully muffled scream of sheer pleasure 
her body stiffened and then shuddered as she 
experienced her most powerful orgasm yet. Her channel 
was flooded with her own juices and I knew she would 
never be wetter. Almost ripping her from my face I 
pushed her perspiring slippy body downward. 

"Lift Up," I managed to pant out.

I lifted her hips. Luckily she complied and then she 
was over my cock. It was standing up straight and proud 
like a spear ready to plunge into her innocent virginal 
flesh. My cock brushed her wet fanny lips and I gripped 
it with one hand. "Slowly my love, down slowly make it 
happen, make me enter your virgin love channel."

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she panted. "I want it, I want your 
cock inside me, make it happen."

Slowly with much control than I would have thought 
possible she bore down. My wide cock head pushed at and 
then parted her tight lips. She froze monetarily, 
suspended.

"Aghhhhhh it hurts, you're to big, and I'm to small!"

"No. No. No!" I panted, "Just take it nice and slow. 
Nice big breaths and then slowly force down, it'll go. 
Just relax those muscles."

She groaned pitifully, but once again I felt her on the 
move. Her little body slowly cautious bore down. My 
cock head fully parted her tight lips and I was at last 
at least an inch inside her tight virginal cunt.

"Oh yes," she panted. "I can feel you, you're in. 
You're in my fanny. It hurts, but you're in me."

I gripped her hips and looked downwards. My cock had 
indeed slipped inside and parted those tight lips 
forcing them wide apart. 

"One more barrier," I whispered, "your hymen. It will 
hurt, but only for a second or two and then its all 
pleasure, I promise.

She took a big breath and I felt her body shudder, then 
slowly she advanced again edging my cock further into 
her pre-teen, pre-pubescent little fanny. How she was 
doing it was amazing but doing it she was.

Her face was contorted, but she was not crying. She was 
focused only on sliding her fanny down around my big 
hard cock.

She paused and looked down at me, little tears slipping 
from her eyes. "Oh I can't you're too big I can't!"

I held here firmly almost suspended like. "You can, 
just relax. Move back a bit and then forward, rock 
softly. Lubricate yourself, get used to me stretching 
that gorgeous little fanny I promise it will get 
better."

I could see the determination across her sweet pre-teen 
face. This was now a challenge and she was determined 
to win. She rocked backwards on her heels and knees and 
I held her light little body up best I could. I felt my 
cock sliding just fractionally in and out and around 
and around. The gasps of were turning into ooohs and 
aaaaah's and she was moving slightly more each time. At 
least once I though I was going to slip out, but my 
bulbous head caught in the tight channel of her fanny.

"Oh yes, its good, I can feel it,' she panted. "I don't 
want this to stop, oh no, no!"

"Ok" I encouraged softly, "when you're ready go a bit 
further down, press a bit further down, your very wet, 
it'll fit I promise."

Once again she gritted her teeth and slowly she bore 
down. Her upper legs were now just touching mine and 
she took in at least another inch of my cock. I felt 
her stagger then with great determination she pressed 
on again. I felt my cock head come against that 
barrier, that roadblock to Nirvana.

"Wait sweet one, this it," I whispered. "It's now or 
never, the final push."

She grimaced but nodded. "How?" she gasped.

"Just lift up slightly and then relax. I'll do the 
rest."

She nodded her tear stained face glowed incredibly. I 
felt her rise slightly and then after some halfhearted 
attempts she relaxed. She went almost limp.

I gripped her hips again as firmly as I could. "When I 
say now, push down as hard as you can."

She nodded bravely.

Backwards and forwards, up and down she slid just a few 
millimeters each time. Then I felt her lift and her 
body relax at the top of the stroke.

"Now," I shouted and not waiting I pulled her downwards 
as much force as I could.

Simultaneously I lifted my hips and bum and drove deep 
into her eleven-year virgin fanny. Her hymen tore as I 
drove inwards and upwards, reaching that sweetest, most 
special of places. She screamed loudly in real pain and 
I grasped her to me. She was screeching and squealing 
and I held onto her with all my might. Her little body 
thrashed as she tried to pull off me, but to no avail. 
I was not relenting. I was buried deep in her still 
developing little fanny and I was not letting go.

"Shush little one, my precious, it'll pass I promise, I 
really do promise, it'll pass."

Tears flowed and her little body wracked and writhed, 
but slowly she began to gain control. She was still 
sobbing and pleading, but her body was still. I was 
firmly impacted in her and she just as slowly, 
imperceptibly, was becoming used to my huge intrusion 
into her tiny love passage.

She lifted her tear stained head from my chest and 
gasped in a huge breath of air. Her body trembled 
delightfully vibrating her vagina. "You bastard, you 
said it'd hurt, but not that much!"

"I know. It is different for different people and you 
are so young and so tiny. I am truly sorry, but it's 
over now. It will only get better."

She collapsed back on my chest and sighed, "oh I do 
hope so."

We lay cuddling, caressing, whispering reassurances 
until finally she lifted her head and looked me square 
in the eye. "That better not be all," she announced.

"Oh no darling child it certainly is not. That's only 
the beginning. Now we fuck, we enjoy pleasure, now we 
enjoy teasing and tantalising each other until I fill 
your sweet belly with my love cream and you enjoy your 
very first proper orgasm. When you're ready I want you 
to move your hips just around and around and only when 
you're really ready, start pulling and pushing. It's 
down to you I do nothing. You control your pain and 
more importantly your pleasure."

She nodded. "I know I've read a few things, I think I 
know what to do."

Well know what to do she certainly did. Her fanny 
crimped around my hard cock, each time getting bolder 
and bolder. Her fanny slipped and slid just a little at 
a time. But slowly as her confidence grew and the 
pleasure tremors increased, she increased the length of 
her strokes.

I knew I couldn't take much more and I began helping 
her. Holding her, pulling and pushing, lifting and 
retreating. Finally she was upright, guiding herself up 
and down, fucking my cock in its entirety. There were 
still some gasps of discomfort, but they were 
obliterated by the waves of pleasure. 

Finally I was able to release her hips and travel up 
over her cute gorgeous just developing chest. I grasped 
her barely formed boobs and fondled and caressed them. 
My open palms rubbed against her hard little nipples. 
Finally I took each one in my fingers and rotated and 
turned and twisted and pulled and pinched each one. 

The look on her face was a joy to behold. Her sexual 
experiences were being heightened if that were at all 
possible. I managed to hold off from splattering her 
little fanny twice, but on the third time it was just 
impossible. I returned to her hips and together we 
drove up and down. Just before I was about to shoot my 
seed, she let out a low long scream. Her back arched, 
her head was thrown backwards and she drove downwards.

My cock went further than it ever hard. I felt her 
juices flood through her still developing vagina and 
she shuddered to a quite incredible orgasm. Mine was 
only seconds later. I took over completely and lifted 
and dropped her slim light body around my ejaculating 
cock. She was too exhausted to help or to protest. I 
shot my full hot load deep within here.

"I can feel it, it's burning," she moaned but she 
didn't resist as I flooded her tiny tight pre-teen 
vagina with my love juices. Finally I had to stop. My 
cock was raw as she flopped lifeless in my arms. I 
tenderly grasped her to my chest, her hard little 
nipples pressing delightfully against my bare skin.

We lay quite sated and satisfied for ages. I stroked 
her head, her hair her soft smooth back. My fingers 
travelled down to her cute tight buns. I ran a finger 
down her anal crevice and she shivered cutely.

Finally she lifted her hard and sorta smiled. "I'm so 
very sore," she whispered, "but you were right."

"Right?"

"Yes right, you kept your promise. That was the most 
incredible experience of my life. I just never imagined 
it would be so wonderful. Thank you!"

The thank you was so angelic, so innocent so full of 
charm that a tear came to my eyes. 

She looked at me in surprise. "You're crying, why? Are 
you sad?" Her little voice trembled with concern.

"Oh no darling not with sadness but with joy. You have 
just given me the finest gift any girl could. I feel so 
very, very special."

She grinned mischievously, "So we're even, we both got 
what we wanted." 

I hugged her to me and we exchanged soft loving little 
kisses. I knew it couldn't continue, but at that moment 
all I wanted to do was hold her, to have her forever.

Finally sense broke through. "You need to get off home, 
before anybody misses you."

"I know she sighed, I wish I didn't."

We untangle and then we shared another quite unreal 
erotic experience as we took it in turns to dress each 
other. Jocks and panties first, then my shorts and her 
skirt. Pulling on her panties gave me one last glimpse 
of that most incredible of sights. Knowing I had been 
her first lover, that my cock had just entered and been 
sucked dry by her gorgeous little girl's vagina was 
almost too incredible to believe. I left her top for 
last and lavished one last loving caress and kiss on 
each of her succulent young nipples.

Finally she straightened her hair as I retrieved the 
money she need from my wallet.

She kissed me one last time on the lips. She walked to 
the door but just before she got there she turned and 
looked at me quite seriously.

"You know sir you didn't keep all your promise!"

"I didn't?"

"No! You were supposed to spank me."

I laughed at her seriousness. "Oh Michelle I think we 
can forget about that don't you?"

She half smiled and then shook her head. "Uh, Uh, a 
deal is a deal. I deserve to be spanked and as I 
certainly don't want my stepfather to do it, that 
leaves you. So I reckon I'll just have to come around 
next Saturday and you can finish the job."

I looked at her with compete amazement. "You're serious 
aren't you?"

She nodded a big grin crossing her face. "Oh yes you 
better believe it and I hope after you've made me cry, 
you'll make me feel so much better – again and again 
and again."

With that final announcement she was gone. 

I grinned to myself. Perhaps it could continue after 
all, for a few more Saturdays at least.