Tamara sat impatiently at her desk, staring out the window. Sister Mary was droning on about this commandment or that disciple, but Tamara wasn't listening. She was daydreaming. The school day was almost over, and then they were out for a week-spring break was starting.

Her father was coming tomorrow afternoon to pick her up. She always loved going to stay with her dad-he spoiled her. He let her get away with so much more than her mother and her mother's boyfriend.

"And what it is, Tamara?"

The question pulled Tamara out of her own private reverie and back to reality. The question came from Sister Mary. Tamara, unfortunately, had no idea what she was referring to.

"Ummm . . . what is what, Sister Mary? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"You didn't hear me because you weren't listening!" retorted Sister Mary. "I've told you time and time again, Tamara, that you have to stop daydreaming and pay attention!"

"Yes, Sister," a blushing Tamara replied.

"Now, I'll ask you again. What is-" The remainder of the question, however, was cut off by the dismissal bell.

The class scrambled out of the classroom door, Sister Mary's wishes for a "blessed vacation" trailing behind them.

Tamara ran to her locker and grabbed her book bag as quick as possible. She was supposed to meet her friend Brittney at the park after school. Brittney went to public school, which was further away from the park. Tamara, however, wanted to get back to the book she was reading and figured she could do that while she waited for Brittney to get there.

Tamara reached the park shortly and settled herself upon one of the benches under the oak trees. The weather was sufficiently warm enough to keep her from sitting in the sunshine. She opened her book bag and pulled out the latest Harry Potter book, opening to her marked page. She was more than halfway finished and couldn't wait to find out if Harry was going to finally defeat Lord Voldemort and save Hogwarts.

Engrossed in the action on the pages in front of her, Tamara was aware that someone sat down next to her but she didn't look up, knowing it was still too soon for Brittney to have arrived. Suddenly, however, she became aware that whoever it was, they were looking at her.

She picked her head up and turned the face the unknown person. A man sat on the bench next her. He smiled when he saw her face and waggled his fingers in a manner of greeting. Tamara smiled back warily and returned to her book.

The man, however, continued to look at her. She looked up again, and again he waved. "Watcha reading?" he asked.

"The new Harry Potter book."

"How is it so far? As good as the other ones?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good."

"How's Harry and Ron doing?"

Tamara was surprised that the man seemed to know what he was talking about regarding Harry Potter. She responded amicably, and soon they were engaged in a discussion about magic and wizards and fantasy. The man seemed nice, and gradually Tamara became comfortable with him. She didn't seem to notice as he slowly inched his way closer to her side of the bench.

"So," he said, resting his arm behind her on the back of the bench. "All this talking we're doing, and I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Tamara," she replied with a smile.

"A pretty name for a pretty little girl." This made Tamara blush. "How old are you, Tamara?"

"I'm eleven. I'll be twelve in September, though," she added, as if being eleven embarrassed her and she wanted to rectify the matter quickly.

"Really? That's a nice age. I have a daughter that's your age," the man said, gently fingering her long brown hair.

"What's her name?"

"Taylor. She's not as pretty as you, though." Again, Tamara's cheeks turned a bright red. He placed his hand on her knee. "You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen. And your legs . . . they're so smooth."

The man started to softly run his hand on Tamara's leg above her knee. She wasn't sure how to respond to this, and shifted uncomfortably.

"It's okay, Tamara," the man said, sensing her discomfort. "I'm not going to hurt you. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"N-no," she nervously replied. "No I don't have one yet. M-my parents said I can't date until I'm fourteen."

"Fourteen!" he exclaimed. "My, that's much too long for a pretty girl like you to wait. I bet you have your eye on someone at school, huh?"

Tamara smiled, seeming not to notice the hand slowly moving up her thigh. "Well . . . I do kinda like this one boy . . ."

"See, I knew it!" The man returned Tamara's smile. "What's his name?"

"Bobby. He's thirteen, though."

"Ah, so you like the older guys, huh? Would you like Bobby to become your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, that would be really cool. But I'm not allowed to have one for three more years."

"Well, you could always keep it a secret from your parents. And you're so pretty that I'm sure Bobby wouldn't mind being your secret boyfriend. I could help you out, if you wanted."

"Really? How would you help me?

"Well, you've never had a boyfriend before, right?"

"Right."

"I can teach you how to be a good girlfriend to Bobby. Then he'll love being your boyfriend. Do you know about sex, Tamara?"

This made her blush more fiercely then before. She suddenly became away of the man's hand at the hem of her skirt and she turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.

"It's okay, honey," he said in a quite whisper. "There's no need to be embarrassed. I'll help you learn."

"I-I-I know a little bit f-from health class in school. A-and my mom and dad t-talked to me about it a-a little bit."

"And you're a little curious about it, right? I bet you wanted to learn more about it but were embarrassed to ask, huh?"

"Yeah, k-kinda."

The man looked around to make sure the area was still deserted, and then slid his hand up her thigh under her skirt. "You're thighs are so smooth, honey. So soft. I bet you don't even have to shave your legs yet."

Tamara wasn't sure how to react. She was a little frightened, having an idea of what was happening, but she was also exhilarated. She'd never had someone pay attention to her like this before. The man became emboldened when she offered no protests, and boldly lifted up her skirt, exposing pink bikini-style panties.

"Mmmmm. So pretty, Tamara. Have you ever shown your panties to a man before? Or maybe a boy from school?"

"N-no, sir. I've never shown them to anyone before."

"How about to Daddy? Has he seen them?"

"Not s-since I was little."

"So, how does it feel to have a grown man looking at your cute little panties?"

"I-I d-d-don't know. It's okay, I g-guess."

"Good," he replied with a smile. "Because I'm going to do a lot more then look, my lovely Tamara."

He slipped his hand between her legs and began caressing her through the fabric of her panties. Tamara gasped at the unexpected placement of his hand and instinctively closed her legs.

"It's okay, Tamara. No one's around. No one's going to see us. Relax, baby. Open your legs for me."

Tamara hesitated, then slowly relaxed her muscles and let her legs fall open. The man resumed his rubbing, massaging the area between her legs. "How does that feel, Tamara? Do you like it?"

Tamara nodded. She was frightened, but curious. She'd never had someone do this before, and the sensation was nice. Occasionally she would rub herself "down there" while in the shower, or sometimes at night before she went to sleep. This was different, though. It was someone else touching her.

"Lift your butt, Tamara," the man requested. "I'm going to pull your panties down."

"I-I don't know," she stammered, unsure of herself. "I'm embarrassed. What if someone walks by?"

"Don't worry, baby. No one will see. We'll be able to see if anyone is coming, and you can pull your skirt down before they get close enough to see. It'll be ok. You'll like it."

"You wont h-hurt me, will you?"

"No. I'd never hurt my lovely Tamara. And if you don't like it, just say so and I'll stop. Okay?"

"Well, okay I guess. And if I say stop you will, right?"

"I promise."

Tamara braced her hands on the seat of the bench, and lifted her little butt up into the air. The man smiled, slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down. Tamara gasped as she settled herself back down on the bench.

"It's cold!" she exclaimed, giggling slightly.

The man just smiled and continued sliding her panties down, working them over her shoes and taking them off. Once off, he held them up to his face and rubbed his nose in them, inhaling her little girl scent. Reluctantly, he handed the panties to Tamara and told her to put them in her book bag incase someone came by.

The man got off the bench and kneeled down in front of Tamara. "Spread your legs, honey. Nice and far. Let me get a good look at your pussy."

Tamara blushed at the use of that word, but complied and opened her legs further.

"So sweet and young," the man whispered, almost as if talking to himself. "So soft and smooth." He slowly began to rub his fingers along Tamara's smooth little slit.

Tamara closed her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening. A grown man was actually touching her private parts-and she liked it! He began rubbing harder and she absently spread her legs even further apart.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like this, my lovely Tamara. You're young pussy is getting nice and wet for me."

She could feel the moistness between her legs as the man massaged her. "That feels really good."

"And it's going to get better, baby!" The man pulled her puffy lips apart, revealing a small little clit not much bigger than the head of a tack. With his other hand, he began to gently rub it and roll it between his big fingers.

Tamara's eyes flew open and she let out an involuntary moan. Her legs closed slightly and she looked down at the man between her legs. "W-what was that? I've never felt that before."

"Haven't you ever touched yourself down here, honey?"

"Well a little bit, sometimes. It never felt like that, though, when I rub it."

"That's because you've never found your clit, Tamara. The secret little button inside your pussy. You're going to love me playing with your cute little clitty, baby."

He pushed her legs back open to their previous position and continued manipulating her little-girl clit. Very quickly her breathing increased, coming out in short little gasps, and more of her juice began to flow.

"Yeah, you like that, Tamara, huh? You like your little clitty rubbed, don't you?" the man prodded.

"Y-y-yes!" she said between gasps. "Yes, I l-love it!"

"Good, my dear, my lovely Tamara. 'Cause you're going to like this a lot better!" The man leaned forward and ran his tongue along her wet slit.

"Ohh!" she exclaimed, jumping slightly. "What was that?"

The man didn't answer. He just continued to lap hungrily at Tamara's pussy. He took her baby-clit into his mouth and sucked it, creating a fresh flow of juices. He could taste her sweetness in his mouth, so delicious, so mouthwatering. He released her clit and forced his tongue into her pussy. She groaned and pushed her hips up towards his face.

Tamara's breathing became short and erratic; little moans escaped her lips with each exhale. She could feel his tongue probing inside her, pushing and forcing its way up her vagina like a fat worm. She gasped and her hips began to buck. She could feel her pulse race and hear the pounding of her heart.

The man wrapped his hands around her thighs, holding them open. He face was buried between her legs, her warm juices smeared over his cheeks and chin. He could tell she was getting close to a climax.

He pushed his face harder into her soft, bald mound. She moaned and started grinding her hips, her wet pussy rubbing on his lips and nose. The man began eating Tamara with a new vigor, roughly moving his tongue in and out of her little hole. With one hand he began working her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her first orgasm.

Suddenly she let out a small scream as her whole body spasmed. A world of light and color filled her head. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn't breathe. The man's mouth was filled with a rush of warm, sweet juices from the little girl. She moaned again, momentarily pushing her pelvis hard into the man's face.

"Oh, God, oh, God! Stop. Please, stop!" Tamara cried, panting, trying hard to draw in a breath.

The man took one more thrust with his tongue, then let it slide out of her wet and dripping hole. He looked up at her and his face glistened, her own juices smeared upon it.

"W-what was t-that? W-what happened to me? Oh my, God!"

"Did you like that?" he asked with a smile.

"Y-yes! Oh, wow! That felt awesome! What was that? Did I pee on you?" With that last comment, she blushed slightly, wondering what he would do if she really did pee on his face.

"No, my love. You didn't pee. You had your first orgasm. You cummed, baby girl!"

"That felt so good! I've never felt anything like that before. I could feel it like through my whole body!"

"I know."

The man got up from between her legs and sat down next to her on the bench. "See, didn't I tell you that you'd like it?"

Tamara just answered with a nod and a smile.

"Now, I need you to return the favor, okay? I want you to do something to me?"

"W-what do you want me to do?" she replied nervously. It hadn't occurred to her before that he might want something himself.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay. Have you ever seen a man's penis before, Tamara?"

"No, not r-really. Just the drawings that are in our health textbooks at school."

"Well, baby girl," the man said, already undoing his pants, "now you're going to see a real one."

The man undid his pants and pulled the open, exposing a large bulge in his blue silk boxers. Tamara started at it, blushing.

"C'mon, Tamara. Put your hand on it. It's okay. It won't bite!"

Tamara reached over and placed her hand on the man's boxer shorts. She gave it a squeeze and was surprised at the hardness of it.

"Go ahead, baby. Put your hand in my fly and pull it out for me."

Cautiously, Tamara pushed her hand into the man's fly and wrapped her hand around his dick. It was stiff and warm to the touch-a curious sensation for Tamara. Almost, she thought, like a really fat finger. She held it for a moment, then pulled it out through the fly.

"What do you think, Tamara?"

She giggled slightly. "It looks a lot different from the drawings in my textbook! And it's so big! I can't even get my hand all the way around it!" Her hand wrapped around the man's cock, her thumb and forefinger were still about an inch apart.

"Stroke it for me, Tamara. Hold it and rub it up and down."

"Like this?" she asked.

Holding his cock, she gently began to move her fist up and down. She pulled her hand up until it covered the huge purple mushroom head, and moved it back down until her hand was resting in his thick nest of pubic hair.

"Yes, my lovely Tamara. Just like that, baby girl."

Tamara smiled at getting it right, and began to stroke the man's dick. She was still amazed at the size of it. She didn't think that they were this big. To her, it looked like a big, fat sausage.

She did as the man said, and was a little surprised when a clear liquid started to ooze from the slit on the purple tip. She slowed her stroking down and stared at it for a moment.

"What's that?" she asked, indicated his cock head.

"That's called pre-cum, baby girl. It means your doing a great job, hon. Keep going. Use both hands now, okay?"

Tamara nodded and grabbed the man's cock with her other hand as well. Working both hands up and down, they started to slide more quickly as more and more of his pre-cum leaked from his dick head.

"Oh, yeah. That's it, baby. Keep going. I want you to taste my pre-cum for me, okay? Will you do that for me, Tamara?"

She looked up at the man's face, then looked at the liquid coming from the cock in her hands. "I-I don't know. I'm kinda s-scared to taste that."

"How come, baby girl? I got yours in my mouth, and it tasted great! Please, baby? For me?"

"Okay," she said, relenting. She raised her hand to her mouth, and licked some of the man's pre-cum from her fingers. She winced slightly, as the bitter taste permeated her mouth. "It tastes kinda funny."

"But it's not gross, right?" the man asked hopefully.

"No," Tamara admitted. "Not really gross. Just funny. It's okay, I guess."

"Good," he said, pleased. "Eat some more for me, Tamara. And keep stroking."

She continued stroking the man's cock, periodically bringing her hand to her mouth and licking the juice from her fingers. The more she ate of it, the better it tasted. It really wasn't so bad, after all.

"Now, Tamara," the man said after a few more minutes of stroking. "You've been so good so far. I want you to take my cock into your mouth, okay? Will you do that for me, my lovely Tamara?"

Tamara nodded. She opened her mouth and lowered it to the man's bulging cock head. She put her lips to it and slowly took it into her mouth. It was so big, she had to open her mouth as wide as she could to allow it to fit.

It didn't taste bad, as she had feared it would. Actually, it tasted okay. She got her lips wrapped around his huge mushroom head and began to suck.

"Yeah, that's it, baby girl. Just like that. Keep stroking. Keep those lovely hands working my shaft."

She followed the man's instructions, rubbing her hands up and down his cock as she kept sucking.

"Keep going, Tamara," the man moaned. "Just like that. Oh, yeah. That's good. Suck on it harder, baby. Suck it as hard as you can."

Tamara started sucking the huge head harder, pulling it into her mouth as hard as she could. The man moaned again, and put his hand on the back of her head. She started to guide her head up and down, trying to get more of his huge man cock into her little mouth.

"Keep going, baby girl. You're almost there. Almost there, honey. You're almost there . . ."

The man let out a loud moan and suddenly thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. He held the back of her head, and she felt rush of warm, sticky fluid hit the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back. The man let go of her head and allowed Tamara to pull her mouth off of his cock.

It continued to spray stream after stream of cum, even as it slipped out of her lips. The send jet hit her on the face. Tamara was surprised, and pulled back more. The third squirt of cum landed on her chin and neck, and few drops hit the front of her school blouse.

She spit most of the cum out, letting it pass through her lips and drip down her chin. The man looked at her and smiled, trying to catch his breath. His huge cock went limp in front of her.

"Oh, God, Tamara. That felt so wonderful, baby girl!"

"Did you pee in my mouth?" she asked, sounding slightly disgusted.

"No, no, no," he replied with a laugh. "That was cum. Did you like it?"

"It tasted weird. Really salty."

"That's okay, my lovely Tamara. Don't worry. You'll get to like it after a while. Here, wipe your face off, now." He reached into her open book bag and handed Tamara her panties. She took them and used them to wipe the cum off her face and chin, then the front of her blouse.

"Did you have fun, my lovely Tamara?"

"Yeah." She smiled at the man. "It was really cool."

"Good. I'm glad you liked it." The man took the panties from her and wiped off his cock before putting it back in his pants and zipping up. He put the dirty underwear back into her book bag and zipped it up for her. "Make sure you get rid of those panties before your mom does the wash. She can't find them, okay?"

"Okay. I'll put them in the garbage when I get home. I'll put them at the bottom so she won't see them."

"Good. And you can't tell anyone what happened here, okay? Promise?"

"Okay. I promise."

"Not even your best friend. We'll both get in trouble if you tell anyone."

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone."

"Okay. Do you come to this park after school a lot?" the man asked hopefully?

"Yeah, sometimes. Why?"

"Well, then maybe I'll see you around, my lovely Tamara."

The man smiled as he got up off the bench. He started walking away just as Tamara saw Brittney approaching. He waved back just before he went out of sight.

"Who was that?" Brittney asked as she approached Tamara sitting on the bench.

"No one, really," replied Tamara with a smile. "Just some guy that said hi to me as he was passing."

"So, what do you want to do?" Brittney asked, forgetting about the man already.

"I don't know. Whatever. Let's go."

The two girls got up and started walking in the opposite direction that the man went. Brittney was telling her a story about something, but Tamara wasn't really listening. She was still thinking about the man.

She hoped that she would get to see him again . . .