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Private Lessons



I prefer mature women like Linda, who is four years older than I, but
it would be hypocritical and completely inaccurate to deny that Sandra,
Linda's twelve year old daughter, is no less sexy.  The blonde girl
stands five feet tall and weighs about one hundred pounds.  Her limbs
are shapely and well fleshed, the breasts nicely developed, and she
possesses an unblemished face that is in transition to prettiness.  In
a thoughtful mood she appears somewhat older than twelve, but the
moment she makes a goofy face her true age is evident.

In addition to being her mother's boy friend, I am also Sandra's math
and science teacher at the nearby middle school, a situation that
enhances my role in her life, especially because I regularly help her
with homework.  I frequently stand behind her at the kitchen table as
she studies in the evening, casually touching an arm or placing a hand
on her shoulder.  Recently she began to initiate such physical contact
while standing close and leaning against me.

"She has a crush on you, Ted," Linda remarked.  "Be careful with her."

I failed to comprehend the warning.  I assumed she meant that I should
not encourage the girl, although I could have been mistaken.  Linda is
very broad minded regarding sex, having become active in that regard at
an age not much older than Sandra's.

"I'm glad I started so young," she told me, "because I feel I haven't
wasted my teen years."

"You enjoyed it from the start?" I asked.

"Almost.  The first time was difficult and next few not much fun, but
before long Jack regularly sent me to the moon."

"I take it Jack was your boy friend."

She did not reply.  Linda never described her first guy to me.  I
suspect he was much older than she, perhaps a relative.

Which brings me back to Sandra, regarding whom her mother had advised
me to "be careful."   How was I to understand that?  Not touch her?
Touch her but not go all the way?  Have a full blown affair with the
girl but be discrete?  The matter was tantalizing but moot, because I
had no designs on the young girl.

A powerful inhibition prevented me from inquiring further about this
matter.  I did not want to risk upsetting Linda, because I was fond of
her and we had great sex together.  She frequently left me alone with
Sandra, though, sometimes for hours, because of her curious work
schedule, so I was inclined to believe that that she assumed I was at
least harmlessly fooling around with her daughter.

That was up to Sandra, of course.  I had no intention to seduce the
coltish young person, but I was willing to consider anything she might
initiate on her own.

She was not ignorant about sex, because at her age she had obviously
picked up information regarding that topic from girl friends and in the
school yard.  Moreover, at home several times a week she heard her
mother crying noisily in sexual arousal as we enjoyed each other in the
next bedroom.

"I couldn't get to sleep last night," she once told me.  "What were you
and Mom doing?"

I winked at her and she smirked knowingly in response.


* * *


It began with a kiss.  After finishing her homework one evening while
Linda was away Sandra sat next to me on the couch.  I placed an arm
around her -- an avuncular gesture -- and she snuggled to me for a
moment.  Then she leaned up and kissed my lips.  It was an
inexperienced, sloppy peck that seemed to embarrass her, because she
buried her face against my chest.

"Was that your first kiss?" I asked her.

She nodded without looking at me.

"It was very sweet.  It's not often that a pretty girl kisses me like
that."

She looked up at me with an open mouth.  "Do you think I'm pretty,
Ted?"

"Yes, and you get prettier every day."

She snuggled her face against my chest again.  I fondled the soft flesh
of her upper arm and nuzzled my cheek against her blonde pony tail.
Once more she looked up at me.

"You don't mind?  Can we do it some more?"

"Of course, sweetheart, anytime you want."

The next kiss followed immediately.  We lingered at it, she learning
quickly, even venturing out the tip of her tongue to meet mine.  I
continued to caress the upper arm which, like all her limbs, was nicely
filled out.  Afterwards she relaxed in my embrace.

"Why does Mom make so much noise?" she asked in a soft voice.  "You
know, when you're with her."

I hesitated a moment before replying.  "Because she experiences great
pleasure."

"What kind of pleasure?"

"You know what kind!" I insisted.  "I'm sure you feel that pleasure
when you touch yourself."

She raised her head abruptly to gape at me, her cheeks blushing.  "How
do you know about that?"

"Because all girls do it, sweetheart.  Don't you make any noise?"

She hid her face against my shirt again and mumbled, "Not much."

After squirming around, she laid her head in my lap with her lovely
bare legs bent over the near arm of the couch.

"Do you cause her the pleasure?" she asked, looking up at me shyly.

I nodded, but my eyes were on the enticing flesh of her flat stomach
and the mounds that rose from her upper garment.  I placed a hand on her
belly, feeling its softness.  However innocent, it was an erotic touch
that stirred my groin.  She gazed at me expectantly.  I could not
resist moving the hand upward, to slip it under her garment, to feel the
firmness of a half grown breast against my palm.  She gasped, swung her
legs to the floor and stood.

"I, I have to go to the bath room," she stuttered and quickly left me
sitting alone on the couch.

I immediately regretted having touched her, of having succumbed to my
illicit curiosity.  I hoped she was not too upset.  But she soon
returned and assumed the exact position as before with her head on my
lap.  She stared at me without speaking.  It was as though she was
inviting me to touch her again.

"You're growing up," I remarked, replacing my hand on the breast, which
was a respectable cone of flesh for a girl her age.

"Other girls are a lot bigger," she complained with a frown.

"People grow differently.  Your mother has very lovely breasts,
although they're not especially large."

"Why do boys like to touch boobies, Ted?"

I smiled down at her.  "Mostly because it's naughty!"

She grinned.  "Are you being naughty?"

I removed the hand.  "Yes, I am, and I should know better.  Isn't it
time for your bath?"

Her response was a smirk.  Then she rolled off the couch and stood.

"I suppose," she said.  "Mom will be home soon."

As she left the room I looked at her from behind.  Attractive legs
extended from shorts that clung to her upper thighs.  Her butt was
perky and I noticed a slight flare of developing hips.  She was hardly a
scrawny kid!  I then understood fully Linda's admonition -- "be
careful."


* * *


Linda was noisy again.  Once I got her going she climaxed at least
three times in succession.  I had never known a woman like her, one who
seemed to go out of control in sexual release.  My previous lovers had
been
sedate by comparison -- modestly sighing, gasping or mewling in a
manner that would not threaten the sleep of neighbors.  After we calmed
down I
wondered for a moment whether Sandra would respond to sex the way her
mother did, but I immediately dismissed such speculation, because the
girl was illicitly young and a person about whom I should not
fantasize.

"That was absolutely splendid, Linda.  It was as good as it gets."

"We're a fine match, Ted.  Have you given any more thought to moving
in?  You're around most of the time in any case."

"Just because I'm on summer break.  When school resumes in the fall,
I'll require more privacy."

"I take that as a no.  Is it because of Sandra?  Do you find her too
tempting?"

"The girl doesn't tempt me, Linda.  I'm not a pedophile."

"Pedophile?  She's hardly a little girl any more, Ted, despite her age.
In fact, one might describe her as ripe."

"You seem to be rather blase about her, ah, development."

"She takes after me, I think.  She's curious, and I doubt she'll remain
a virgin much longer."

"How can you say that, Linda?  I'll confess something to you -- she
kissed me this evening out of the blue, and she was definitely
inexperienced.  She said it was her first time."

"Yes.  She told me about that."

"Does she, ah, tell you everything?"

"Not usually.  She's a secretive girl, but in this case she was rather
inquisitive.  She asked me how far she should let a guy go -- meaning
you, I assume."

"What did you tell her?"

"I said I'd put her on the pill.  She's started having her period, you
know.  You may not be interested in her, but she's going to try out
some guy before long."

"She's only twelve!  I can't imagine she's ready to go all the way."

"It's true that she's conflicted about the matter, Ted, but I'm certain
that curiosity will win out.  I know it did with me."

I did not wish to pursue the conversation.  Instead I kissed her
soundly and brushed a hand across her svelte body.

"Again, Ted?  God, you're a prince!"


* * *


The next morning at dawn I drove to my old home town on family
business.  Upon returning, after being away for almost a week, I went
over to Linda's house.  Sandra met me at the door.

"Mom's out for the afternoon, Ted," she said.  "Do you want to come in
anyway?"

"Yes, of course, sweetheart.  I'll enjoy visiting with you."

The girl, barefoot, was clad in shorts and a sleeveless upper garment
that tented delightfully but did not cover her enticing belly.  Linda
was correct; the girl was definitely ripe.  Her limbs were beautifully
developed and I found her bare tummy to be especially arousing.  I
realized that I should not stay, that I should leave and return when
her mother was present.  But I too was curious.

We sat together on the couch.

"I missed you," she said, leaning against me.  "Can we practice kissing
some more?"

"What are you practicing for, Linda?  Do you have a boy in mind?"

She struck my knee with a fist.  "You know what I mean!"

She offered her tongue the moment we began to kiss and did not object
when I slipped a hand beneath her upper garment to palm a lovely, firm
tit.  Over the next twenty minutes or so we kissed occasionally,
sometimes passionately.  I stroked the soft flesh of an upper arm, her
belly and an exciting thigh high up near the hem of her shorts.

"You said you don't make much noise when you touch yourself," I
eventually whispered into her ear.

She pulled her head back to look at me.  "Why are you talking about
that?"

"Aren't you curious about sex?"

She gave me a troubled, confused look then stood and walked across the
room.  She faced away from me for a full minute before turning.

"What are you thinking?"  Her voice trembled.

The girl was obviously not ready for sex play, despite her mother's
conviction to the contrary.

"I'm thinking that you are a very pretty girl, Sandra.  Too pretty, in
fact.  Perhaps I should leave and come back when your mother is home."

"You've been alone with me before, Ted.  Lots of times.  I don't want
you to go."

"But things have changed since we started kissing."

"Like how?"  She stepped close to the couch.

"I enjoy touching you, sweetheart, but you're not ready for that."

She pouted, bit her lip and otherwise displayed a confused uncertainty.
Yet, she sat beside me again and leaned into my embrace.

"I don't mind," she said in a scarcely audible voice.

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know."

"Then I shouldn't do it."

With a head resting on my shoulder she looked into my face.

"You want to hear me make some noise, don't you?"

I smiled.  "It's a lovely sound, but you're not ready for it."

"For what?"

"For sexual excitement.'

She pressed her face to my neck then whispered into my ear, "Not all
the way."

We kissed again, she very passionately.  She gasped against my lips
when my fingers touched her shorts at the groin, but she did not protest
as I proceeded to masturbate her.  We continued to kiss as she began to
moan in increasing arousal.  Her eventual orgasmic cry, while not loud,
was quite pronounced.  She held tightly to me as she caught her breath,
then she jumped to her feet and ran upstairs to her room.

I remained on the couch for a few minutes pondering the situation.  I
realized that she was frightened by what I had just done, that she
needed time to consider the consequences of any further sex play.  I
rose to my feet and left the house, intending to return later after
Linda was at home.


* * *


When I arrived back at Linda's house at 5:30 I found her with a bag
near the front door.   She kissed me eagerly.  "I have to go, Ted.  This
client of mine needs me to hold his hand until the deal is closed
tomorrow.  God, I'll miss spending the night with you!"

"Do you want me to drop Sandra at Liz's house?"

Liz, Linda's close friend, usually took care of Sandra during such
overnight business trips.  Linda gave me a curious look then smiled.

"Sandra says she wants to stay with you?  Do you mind?"

"Do you think that's wise?" I asked.

"I trust you, Ted."

"In which way?"

"I trust you to be careful.  Now I have to go."

After another kiss she was out the door.  I stood behind the screen and
watched her back the car down the driveway.  When I sensed Sandra
standing behind me, I turned to face the girl.  She was dressed as
before, revealing a body that was more developed than her pretty, young
face.  She stepped very close, inviting an embrace.  She seemed to
shiver in my arms, perhaps in expectation of what we might eventually
do.  I too was nervous.

"Do you want to go out for dinner?" I asked, holding her at arm's
length.

She shook her head and stepped back into an embrace without a word.
She obviously expected me to take charge, but I was uncertain just how
far she wanted to go.  She probably didn't know herself.  When we
kissed I eased an arm between us to fondle a lovely tit.

"Did I upset you before," I asked, "you know, when I touched you?"

"It was scary."

"Then I won't do it again."

"I want you to."

She looked into my face.  Her eyes were moist.  Her parted lips
revealed the tips of her upper teeth.  She was available, but for
exactly what I
was uncertain.

"Tell me if I go too far," I told her.  "I'll stop."

She nodded then pressed her cheek against my upper chest.  I toyed with
her blonde pony tail.

"I know we're talking about serious stuff, Sandra, but I miss your
lovely smile.  You're usually so cheerful."

She looked at me and grinned weakly.  "I know, but it's scary.'

"Well, if you're frightened you can put off sex for a couple of years
or more and be a little girl for a while longer."

"I'm not a little girl!  Besides, I want to learn about sex."

"Learn about it?  Hell, Sandra, I could give you private lessons and
teach you everything.  We wouldn't have to actually do anything.

"That's not what I want."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know.  You decide."

Her response peeved me.  "We could take a shower together and study
anatomy!"

Her mouth gaped in evident horror at my supercilious suggestion.  Then
she bit her lip, darted me a shy glance and looked away.

"I'm sorry, Sandra.  I wasn't being serious."

"You weren't?"

I placed both hands on her cheeks and held her head steady.  "What is
it you want?" I asked, staring at her face.

"We could do that," she said almost in a whisper.

"That?"

"A shower."  She looked aside.

There were nudists who did such things innocently, I mused, but I
immediately recognized the thought  as a cheap rationalization.

"Have you ever seen a guy naked?"

"Not a grown up.  Just a baby."

"Would you be embarrassed, you know, having me see you undressed?"

She emitted a nervous laugh and nodded vigorously.

"Then we shouldn't do it."

"But I want to."

"You want me to undress you?"

She grinned.  "You first!"

I decided to behave rashly, perhaps to shock her and send her running
upstairs.  I quickly stripped down to my underpants in the middle of
the living room.  The girl, watching intently and on the verge of
giggles, stepped from one foot to the other in her excitement.  When I
pushed down my underpants, though, she stood still and stared at my
half erect penis with jaw hanging and her eyes round like saucers.

"It gets bigger," I advised her.

"Really?"

I stroked it to full erection feeling like an absolute pervert.  Still,
I enjoyed the situation.  I explained as clinically as possible how the
equipment worked.

"Can that fit inside me?"  She was dubious.

"Yes.  It fits inside a female quite easily."

"Then Mom makes a lot of noise?"

"She becomes sexually aroused -- and so do I."

The girl made no move to touch my member, nor did she seek to view it
close up.  Indeed, she took a step back.

"Then your seed comes out and you make a baby?"

"Yes, but your mother takes birth control pills, so she doesn't get
pregnant."

She stared at me with teeth on lower lip.

"Do you want to take a shower, Sandra, or should I get dressed again?"

"I already took a shower today, Ted."

"Well," I said, "that's settled.  Now you know what a guy looks like."

I pulled up my underpants and began to dress.  When I was fully attired
she stepped into my embrace again.

"Can we kiss some more?" she asked.


* * *


For the next thirty or forty minutes we sat on the couch and kissed.
As before I fondled her lovely tits.  She seemed comfortable with this
level of sex play, but she resisted my attempt to undo her shorts and
fit a hand inside.  Once again I masturbated her through the fabric of
her garment.  Then I excused myself, went to the bathroom and gave
myself some much needed relief.

We went out to dinner, for which occasion she donned a pretty, green
dress, white anklets and black pumps.  After dinner we went to a mall,
walked around and did some idle shopping.  We returned home at about
nine.

"I thought we'd stay at your house," she remarked.

"I only have one bed," I replied.

"I wouldn't mind."

"You want to sleep with me?"

"What's wrong with that?  You've already touched me."

"I sleep naked."

"I've seen you naked."

"And you'll wear pajamas?"

"It's too hot for that.  I'll just have panties on."

"I'll see your breasts."

"It'll be dark."

The girl was obviously ready for another level of sex play, the limits
of which she probably did not know herself.  But whatever they were I
resolved not to press beyond them.

We agreed to sleep in Linda's bed, which was large enough to
accommodate us both comfortably.  When we entered the room Sandra
immediately went to the windows and pulled the shades.

"Don't turn on the lights," she asked me.

I closed the door to the hallway, plunging us into darkness.  She was
just a vague form on the far side of the bed.  When I was naked, I
climbed onto the mattress to await her slower undressing.  She lowered
herself into my arms.  Our flesh touched from feet to face, an
exciting, erotic feel, which she too appreciated.

"I love this!" she exclaimed.  "We can do anything in the dark."

"Anything?"

She laughed nervously.  My hands were busy exploring as I sucked a
nipple.  I sat up to move my palms and fingers even wider across her
belly and thighs.  I quickly encountered her thin panties that fit
snugly at the groin.

"I want to take these off," I said, pulling on them.

She did not object and raised her butt to assist me.  When I untangled
them from her ankles I leaned down to tongue her belly and navel.  Then
I licked lower.

"What are you doing, Ted?"

My lips encountered scant pubic hair.

"Ted?"

She possessed a protuberant clitoral hood, which I began to suck
gently.

"Oh, god!" she exclaimed.

I positioned myself more comfortably, spread her legs and started to
eat her out.  Before long her mewls became groans.  She eventually cried
out and pulled at my hair when she came.  I laid beside her again,
taking her into my arms.

"That was nasty," she whispered.

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"It was awesome!"

"We'll do it often if you like."

"Oh, yeah!"

"Now I need some relief, Sandra."

"Like what?"

"When guys get excited they need to come off.  They need to squirt."

"How do you do that?"

"This time we'll use our hands."

I reached over and grasped her left wrist, pulling it to my groin.

"Put your fingers around my cock."

She did so obediently but without enthusiasm.  I placed my hand over
hers and we began to stroke as she lay in my one arm embrace.  We
worked a couple of minutes before I felt a tingle in my knob.

"Here it comes," I said and leaned towards her.

I shot copiously onto her belly.

"You've got me all wet!" she protested.

"Yeah.  Now we'll have to take that shower we talked about earlier.


* * *


In the dark bedroom her body felt almost mature, and I could have
imagined enjoying the sex play with a nearly grown young woman.  But in
the bright light of the bathroom her young face belied that, although
her body was indeed well developed.

She instinctively hunched her shoulders and gathered arms in front of
her with hands clasped at the groin.

"How can you feel embarrassed after what we just did?" I asked.

"That was in the dark."

I pull her arms aside to admire her figure.  She seemed to relax
somewhat after a moment.

"Are you still embarrassed?"

"Not so much."

We climbed into the tub where I had already set the shower running and
pulled shut the curtain.

"Now I'm going to wash you all over, and afterwards you won't feel shy
when you're naked with me."

I did it with soapy hands, lingering for a while on her youthful,
conical breasts.  Small hairs curled at her vaginal lips with a small
tuft above them.  I washed her anus, her beautiful thighs, even her
toes.  She frequently giggled at the tickle.  Then I positioned her
under the spray and rinsed her off.

After I stood she took the soap from my hand and began to wash me.

"Get my cock so clean that you might be willing taste it," I said.

She darted me a suspicious look.

"I've heard about that," she said.  "But nice girls don't do it."

"You're a nice girl, Sandra, whether you do it or not."

"Is that what you want?"

"I won't ask you to do anything that disgusts you."

She washed the member thoroughly, causing it to become erect.  Then she
knelt and placed her lips on the knob.

"Open up," I suggested in a quiet voice.

She did so, taking a couple of inches into her mouth.  Although she did
not suck, her gesture was sufficient.  She would be less reluctant the
next time.

Later in bed I licked her to another powerful orgasm.  She then sucked
me to climax, but I withdrew my cock before coming and squirted on her
tits.  We didn't shower afterwards.  She soon fell asleep, but I lay
awake for a long time considering my unwise behavior that day.  You're
a fool, Ted, I said to myself, but a lucky one.  I knew I would have to
confess to Linda, and I hoped that she would not be too upset.

A hand on my member awakened me just past dawn.  Sandra squatted beside
me, a bright smile on her pretty face.  When I reached for her she slid
off the bed, giggling, and she cowered near the window in feigned dread
of me.  She wanted to play.  I crawled off the opposite side of the bed
to position myself between her and the door, hunching down like a
monster.  She squealed and scampered back onto the bed, but I was too
fast and jumped atop her.  She struggled beneath me, laughing aloud,
but we both quieted when it became apparent that I was between her
raised knees with my hard cock poking at her.  She bit her lower lip
then thrust lightly at me.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded, although her face betrayed some concern.

"Are you on the pill?"

She nodded again then reached down to position my cock.  I pressed
forward, although not firmly enough to break through.  Panicky eyes
looked up at me, but she was resolved to do it.  She pushed forward
powerfully and I ripped into her, causing her to gasp and her face to
grimace.  Yet she pulled on me and thrust upwards, embedding my member
even deeper.  In my embrace the valiant girl met my thrusts until,
overwhelmed by the gripping sensation of her warm tightness and the
absolute illicitness of the situation, I barked out my ecstatic
pleasure.

"That wasn't so bad," she remarked after I pulled out and laid beside
her.  "Mom said it would really hurt."

I was a loss for words.  Although not a little girl, she was much too
young.  I feared the consequences.

"Your mother will find out," I finally said.  "There's no way to avoid
it."

"Don't worry, Ted.  She said it was all right to do it with you."


* * *


"Don't lean on Ted like that," Linda admonished her daughter.
"Everyone will guess what you two have been doing."

"But he's my guy now, Mom!"

"Yes, Sandra, for the next two or three years, but you can't let anyone
know.  Ted could get into a lot of trouble."

I stood dumbly as mother and daughter appraised each other.  Linda had
just arrived home.  Before she had placed her bag on the floor she
realized what we had been up to in her absence.

"You'll be moving in now," she said to me.  It was a command, not a
suggestion.  "We'll get married, of course."

I was trapped!  But the consequences were not absolutely dire.

Sandra clung to my arm.  "Are you going to be my daddy, Ted?" she
asked.

Linda nodded with a victorious smirk twisting her pretty lips.


END
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