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From: Tanya <We3Girls@HotPOP.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Tanya's Tape Measure (Mf cons first?) [Tanya]
Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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-- 
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we
truly are, far more than our abilities.

 - Albus Dumbledore

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                  Tanya's Tape Measure (Mf cons first?)

                                 By Tanya

This story is a work of fiction and in no way depicts real people or
events. If it is illegal in your part of the world to access and read
erotic fiction then you should stop now. If you're underage you should also
stop now but we both know that you're going to read this anyway so if your
parents catch you reading fuck stories, and/or you gum up your mouse
buttons, you only have yourself to blame.

This work is copyright (c) 2001 by Tanya.

It may not be archived at a pay site. It may not be reposted without my
permission, unless all reasonable attempts to contact me have failed.

Finally I would like to express my thanks and appreciation to DennyW, who
has graciously consented to be my World Class Editor(tm)

======================================================================

Tanya was in ASSD, her favourite newsgroup, reading some replies to a
message she had posted in a thread on penis-length when the doorbell rang.
She quickly hit the screen-lock icon and put on her robe, feeling a tingle
as the silky fabric moved across her nipples. Hurrying to the door she
paused to hit the 'shutoff' switch to stop the strobe light flashing and
peered through the spy-hole. Seeing a familiar face she smiled and opened
the door.

"Hi," she said as she unlatched the security door and held it open. "Michi
and Sharon won't be home for a while, but come in and have a cuppa."

The caller was a middle-aged man that Michi had known in real life before
he discovered her stories and sent her a fan mail. Of course it wasn't
until she replied that he realised that the author of the 'very hot' story
he commented on was a young woman he had admired (read: had the hots for)
for quite some time. She invited him around and, one thing leading to
another; Michi and he became even better friends than they were before.

Tanya liked him the moment they were introduced and would often flirt with
him, enjoying his nervous arousal; how he would stammer so that lipreading
became futile and his hands would shake and his fingerspelling would
deteriorate. The effect she had on him amused her greatly. On one occasion
she managed to make her availability quite clear but unfortunately her youth
had frightened him and her eagerness had intimidated him and so she bided
her time, toning down her flirtatious behaviour. But we digress...

In conversation over a pot of freshly brewed tea, Tanya noticed that he
kept glancing at her breasts, framed as they were by the silk of her robe
draped over the tops and punctuated by her nipples and an idea began to
form in her mind. During gaps in the conversation she would look away, as
though to study some part of the room. Her peripheral vision, far better
than that of a hearing person, let her see his eyes lock onto her breasts as
her nipples became more prominent under his gaze. Her pussy, thrilled by the
attention her boobs were receiving was becoming moist, encouraged by the
tingles in her clitty.

"I was wondering if you could help me with a problem I'm having," she
asked, blushing slightly, "in biometrics. It's kind of delicate..."

"Biometrics," he asked, his interest perking up, "is it a school project?"

"Not exactly, but I'd be really grateful if you'd help out. Can I show you?
It's on the computer."

"Sure," he said standing up. Tanya couldn't help noticing that he was
standing up in more ways than one and took his hand to lead him to her
bedroom, where the computer was set up. She gave the mouse a nudge and
typed in a password to close the screensaver, then minimised her reply
and opened the first post in the thread.

"If you read all of these posts, then my reply," she told him, pointing
with the mouse to her message in Composer, "you'll see what I need. Be
right back." With that, she hurried out to find what she needed.

Giving him plenty of time to read both the thread and her reply she
returned with a tape measure in her hand and a pixie-smile on her face.

"I, uh," he stammered, then swallowed, looking from her face to the tape
measure coiled in her hand.

Smiling, Tanya said, "It's sort of a scientific experiment really. I need
to see the difference between 'front' and 'back' measurements. Please," she
wheedled, knowing from the erection bulging in his pants and from his
widely dilated pupils that she was going to get her way, "if you let me
measure you, then I'll let you measure me."

"Tanya..." he began.

"Please?" she responded, her puppy-dog eyes silently beseeching while her
index fingertip slowly stroked the rolled up tape in her hand. "They won't
be home for hours and I'd never tell."

He took a deep shuddering breath, swallowed again and his head nodded
slightly.

"Oh thank you!" Tanya cried as she knelt to unlace his shoes.

At a gentle touch on her head she looked up to see a questioning look on
his face and told him, "Of course I'll take off my robe for you to measure
me."  Then she returned to the task of removing his shoes. When his jeans
fell around his ankles she peeled them down over his feet and stood to
unbutton his shirt. She saw that he was trembling in anticipation as she
reached up, her fingers brushing his chest, to peel the shirt over his
shoulders and down his arms to fall in a crumpled heap atop the discarded
pants. Now he stood before her in a pair of red briefs, his erect penis
trapped by the elastic. A large drop of clear fluid was standing by the
head, surrounded by wet fabric tightly hugging the organ that was
simultaneously concealed and revealed beneath.

"Now," she said raking her fingernails down the shaft as he shuddered,
"just these briefs and we can get our scientific data." Brushing her
fingers back up the shaft she curled then over the elastic and pulled it
toward herself. Suddenly freed from its confinement his cock swung to just
left of vertical, the head and a couple of centimetres of shaft standing
proudly above the fabric that had previously held it.

The young girl giggled as she pulled the briefs down, exposing more and
more of the shaft, the bush of dark hair surrounding it and finally the
wrinkled sac that pulled his balls tightly up against the root of his cock.
After he had stepped out of that final piece of clothing she remained
kneeling and wrapped her right hand around the throbbing, face-level organ
and placed her left hand by the crease where his thigh met his belly.
"Would you pass me the tape measure please," she asked, looking up at him
while he watched her gentle ministrations through half-closed eyes.

With an effort he tore his eyes away from the teenaged girl's hand gently
holding his throbbing pole and reached for the tape. When he passed it to
her she stood, her fingers still wrapped around his cock and reminded him,
"This is a scientific experiment and not some sordid lolita/teen fantasy."
Giving him a moment to digest this she giggled and continued, "That comes
later," and felt his cock throb again.

"Now," she murmured, releasing his fully erect penis and placing the end of
the tape at the juncture of the organ and his belly, stretching it along
the dorsal surface until, at the tip, it read just under 13cm. "Five
inches," Tanya declared smiling up as she repositioned the tape. This time
she placed the end at the base of his corpus spongiosum, near the top of
the scrotum, where it vanished inside his body. As she stretched the tape
along the engorged shaft she noticed a drop of precum sitting at the
urethra. "Can't get the tape all sticky," she said, moving her head closer
and darting her tongue out to remove the offending fluid with the tip,
eliciting a moan from her subject as the object of her attention jumped in
her hand again.

The clear, viscous fluid was flavourless as she savoured it, remembering
how much she enjoyed doing that and more with the only steady boyfriend she
had years before, seemingly in another life. Her pussy remembered too and a
small trickle began to find its way down her inner thigh.

With a hand that was starting to shake, she stretched the tape to the tip
and read 16.5cm. "That's better," she said as she stood. "Six and a half
inches! Now it's your turn."

Handing him the tape she stood back and untied the bow that held her robe
together then slowly opened it to reveal first, her pussy; freshly shaved
and visibly aroused. The outer lips and surrounding area was an inflamed
pink and the darker inner lips pouted at him while her clitoris stared
brazenly back at his from under its folds as though daring him to look away
Opening the robe further Tanya displayed her breasts, the nipples standing
erect from their crinkled, coral areolas. Shrugging her shoulders she let
the robe slide down her arms and onto the floor. Naked, she posed; her right
leg straight, the left slightly forward and bent at the knee, arms hanging
limply at her sides. Inhaling, she brought her shoulders back and stood
straight to offer her breasts at their most pert.

She held the pose as the older man's eyes ravaged her tender young flesh,
staring almost hard enough to leave bruises. His hand shaking, he held out
the tape and gestured to her to lift her arms. Obeying, she stood while he
passed the tape over her back and around her breasts, grazing her nipples
with the backs of his index fingers.

His lips formed, "Thirty-two inches," as he knelt, bringing the tape to her
waist, pausing as he surveyed her pussy again from this closer vantage
point. After a moment he drew the tape around her waist and reported,
"Twenty-one and a half inches," before sitting to look up at her inflamed
labia as he drew the tape around her hips, inhaling deeply. "Thirty-two
inches again," he said as he sat staring up at her naked and clearly
aroused body.

After a moment he climbed to his feet shakily and said, "Thank you Tanya. I
hope that helped."

With a smile that was purest pixie Tanya looked him in the eye and said, "I
thought you were going to measure me."

Seeing the puzzlement on his face she laughed and gently circled his
erection with her index finger and thumb, letting her other fingers wrap
lightly around it. "I measured your cock, you only took my measurements.
There are other things to measure you know."

As the realisation dawned, he swallowed again. Unwilling to take another
rejection Tanya pressed home and coaxed him onto her bed following to sit
astride his hips. Reaching down she put her fingers under his head and
positioned the tip against her treasure chest. "If anyone asks," she said
as she moved her hips to take the swollen head inside, "you were raped."

He only swallowed as he watched her hairless pussy hungrily swallow his
shaft, feeling the tight, moist tunnel engulfing his cock inch by inch.
Whatever compunctions he may have had about sex with an underage girl
vanished as she impaled herself on him. Tanya felt him filling her up
almost to bursting as she leaned forward to begin rocking her hips,
clenching her pussy on his cock as she possessed it, fuckmeat for her
avidly grasping sheath.

Moaning with pleasure he brought his hands to her hips and guided her for a
moment before exploring her flanks on the way to her breasts. As he cupped
them gently Tanya felt his palms graze her nipples and moaned as her body
writhed of its own accord in his grasp.

Waves of warm pleasure were rising in her as she clenched and rippled her
muscles along the cock filling her, watching the pleasure on his face as
their hips moved in concert. As his body began to tense she saw his mouth
ask, "Tell me again how old you are, Tanya."

"I'm fourteen years old," she answered as her own orgasm began to become
her whole world.

She felt him groan as he gripped her hips tightly, almost roughly and
fucked deeply into her as his cock throbbed inside her spasming cunt. Again
and again he thrust, his body almost wracked with tremors as her cunt
milked the cum from his balls until she collapsed onto his heaving chest
and lay, her legs obscenely splayed over his, while his cock slowly
softened and shrank until it finally fell out to lie against her twitching
clitty.
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