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My Teacher, Age 10
a Story by Varangian

Winter, 2007



Nancy came to live with us after the death of her father, my wife's
brother.  She was ten years old.  The girl grieved for weeks then
eventually began to smile again.  She started to cling to me, but only
when we were alone.

"Daddy told me that we had to keep secrets," she whispered one day into
my ear.

"What kind of secrets?" I asked.

"I can't tell you."

"But he's dead now."

"I promised him, Uncle Jack."

She was cute and possessed nicely, well-fleshed limbs.  I did not see
her as a sexual person, of course, because she was just ten years old.


* * *


"Something happened with them, Jack," my wife said one night in bed, two
months after Nancy had moved into our house.

"What are you talking about?"

"My brother and Nancy.  He raised the child from age three after his
wife ran off."

"So?"

"They became physically intimate, for Christ's sake!  She was scarcely
more than a toddler!"

"How do you know this?"

"I know Greg.  He came on to me when I was eleven.  He groped me over a
period of weeks until I told him to stop."

"What has that to do with Nancy?"

"I've talked with her, Jack.  She's asked me about the size of your
cock.  Can you believe it?  She's only ten years old!"

"That's something, Rebecca, I must admit, but it doesn't mean that Greg
was fooling around with the girl."

"Jack!  Nancy intimated that she had sex with Greg!"

Why hadn't she told me? I wondered.  Perhaps the girl could only confide
in another female relative.

"Greg's dead," I said.  "Whatever they did together is now behind them."

"Don't be so stupid!  Nancy experienced orgasms with him.  She'll want
more.  She'll go wild."

"She's only a little girl, Rebecca."

"Not so small, Jack.  She's just a head shorter than you."

Indeed, Nancy had heft, although she wasn't heavy.

"What do you suggest, Rebecca?  We can't lock her in the attic for the
next six years."

"I don't want her to date until high school.  Christ!  Can you imagine
how word would get out about her?"

"Boys do blab."

"Precisely!  You deal with this, Jack.  Keep her comfortable.  I don't
want to know the particulars."

"You don't mean ..."

"I don't want to discuss this matter further.  I'm going to sleep now."


* * *


Rebecca was at work when Nancy returned from school the next afternoon.
It was June, and the girl was completing the fourth grade.  A pale blue
sweater covered her white blouse.  The plaid skirt reached her knees.
Her shapely calves ended in white socks and black pumps.  She was the
picture of innocence with her childish face and blonde pony tail.

Yet my wife expected me to have sex with the young girl, who evidently
was anything but innocent.

"Hi, Uncle Jack," she chirped in her sing-song voice.

I gave her my usual avuncular buss on the lips then she went into the
kitchen for her after school snack.  I followed her.

"When you're finished, darling," I said, "we need to talk."

Nancy plopped down beside me on the couch ten minutes later.

"What do you want to talk about, Uncle Jack?"

"It's about the secrets with your father.  We have to discuss them."

"But they're secrets!"

"Is it about sex, darling?  I really need to know."

Nancy gripped her hands between two bare, clenched thighs, and she
averted her gaze.

"I told Aunt Rebecca, because she forced me."

"Did you tell her the truth?"

"Some of it."

"Your Aunt Rebecca told me what you said.  Now I need to know the
details."

"All of them?"

"Yes, darling.  Did you experience sexual pleasure with your dad?"

"Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Sometimes I wasn't in the mood, Uncle Jack, but I knew he needed me."

"What about now?  Do you miss those pleasures and want to feel them
again."

"Oh, yes!  There's a boy I met.  He's really cute."

"I can't let you go with boys, Nancy.  You'd get a terrible reputation."

"But what will I do?  I have these urges."

"I could get you a dildo."

"What's that?"

"Something you push into yourself.  I'll get one that buzzes and
vibrates."

"That's not like the real thing, Uncle Jack.  Daddy put something like
that into me when I was eight.  It really hurt."

"When did he poke his penis into you?"

"Not long after."

"Did the sight of his penis surprise you?"

"Oh, no.  I can't remember when I didn't suck on him and he licked on
me.  It was like forever."

I assumed that the girl and her father had begun having at least oral
sex since she was three or four years of age.  I was shocked.

"There's nothing wrong, darling," I said, cuddling her to me.  "The
problem involved is that special pleasure.  It's called an orgasm.  Can
you put off having orgasms for the next six years?"

"Even with myself?"

"No, not those, darling.  It's healthy to pleasure yourself."

I could not resist placing a palm high up on her shapely thigh, beneath
the skirt.

"Will you do it for me, Uncle Jack?" she asked, slyly.

"No, absolutely not.  I'm sorry for touching you like this."

But my hand remained on her exciting, soft flesh..

"Do it," she said boldly. "Daddy did it for me all the time."

I had never imagined fondling a girl so young.

Nancy evidently had no breasts.  I touched her chest and felt no rise
against my palm.

We kissed like adults.  She was well practiced.

The girl possessed long, slender thighs, both of which I stroked from
knee to panty-clad groin.

She spread her legs widely apart as I began to masturbate her.

"Do it harder," she said, eyes closed.

She gave me no further instruction, and for the next several minutes I
gazed at her beautiful, young face as I rather roughly rubbed her sex.
Before long her lips began to twist, and she squirmed against my busy
fingers.  Then she suddenly bucked and pressed her head to my chest,
emitting a small cry.

"You can stop now," she said after several seconds of orgasmic pleasure.

I sniffed my illicit fingers then sucked them.

"We now have our own secret," I said to the sweet girl who clutched to
me.

"I won't tell Aunt Rebecca."

"She doesn't want to know, darling."

"Will you get me that buzzing thing you talked about, Uncle Jack?"

"A dildo?"

"Yeah."

"You may have one of your Aunt Rebecca's.  She doesn't use them any
more."

"She doesn't like the pleasure?" Nancy asked, looking up at me.

"Not in a long time," I answered.


* * *


Rebecca endured a fuck that night, and she did not inquire about my
urgency.  She knew the reason without a question.  I understood that she
would never ask me about Nancy.

She only said, "I suppose we'll be doing this more often than before."


* * *


Despite a deep sense of guilt, I masturbated Nancy after school for the
next two weeks.  She never again mentioned the cute fifteen year old
boy.  We kissed like lovers.

She was a titless, hipless ten year old girl!  What was I doing?

I fucked Rebecca every night, despite her complaints.  Before, she had
allowed it only three or four times a month.  But now she became
complicit in my immoral abuse of our young charge.  She gave me the
release I needed, a forty year old man who daily masturbated a young
girl.

"I need new batteries, Uncle Jack," Nancy told me one morning, a
Saturday.  "The thing stopped vibrating."

She stood before me in the kitchen clad just in cotton panties.  She
scarcely had nipples!  But her legs were quite lovely  tapered thighs
and shapely calves.

"I'll get some today," I said before giving her a morning embrace and
kiss.

She was more than half grown and felt substantial in my arms.  I
caressed the flesh of her back then felt a wave of guilt suffuse me as
my cock swelled.

Nancy sat on my lap at the kitchen table, facing away from me.  I knew
what she needed.  I fondled her sleek thighs before placing my fingers
at her groin.

Her climax was predicable.  She had never failed to come.  I was again
struck by the phenomenon of a highly orgasmic, ten year old girl.

"I need more, Uncle Jack," she said in a subdued voice.

"I know, darling, but it would be just too wrong for me to give you what
you obviously want."

"I wish it wasn't wrong, Uncle Jack.  It wasn't with Daddy."


* * *


When I ceased to demand sex from Rebecca, she realized that our
household situation had changed.  She didn't question me.  Indeed, she
seemed to be relieved.


* * *


Let me relate how my defenses against Nancy's sexuality crumbled.

On several occasions I had seen the girl naked, usually when she was
between her room and the main bathroom.  The first time startled me,
although not her.  I did not find the sight of her labia to be in any
way remarkable.  It was merely the hairless slit of a young girl.  It
was unexciting, something passive like one of her elbows.

Of course I had rubbed that slit through her white, cotton panties
virtually every day.  Still, seeing it bare for the first time did not
arouse me.  Rebecca and I became accustomed to seeing Nancy naked in the
upstairs corridor.

One afternoon after school had let out for the year I heard the buzz of
Nancy's dildo.  I had just exited the bathroom after a shower and was
clad in a thin robe.  The sound came from her room, and I would have
ignored it had she not left the door open.

She lay naked on the bed holding the dildo that was the size of an
erect, adult penis.  She played with herself, inserting it deeply into
her vagina then extracting it to stimulate her clitoris.  Back and forth
she did it.

I stood in the doorway, fascinated by the erotic sight of a young girl
masturbating with an implement.  Spotting me, she only smiled and
continued the self pleasuring.  A loud, dramatic orgasm soon followed,
causing her to roll into a ball facing me.

"Will you lie next to me, Uncle Jack?" she asked.  "I want to be
cuddled."

I dared not, because my penis was at full extension.  I moved to leave,
intending to go to my room and masturbate.

"Please don't go!" she cried.

When I hesitated, she pleaded with me again to join her on the bed.  I
had come to love the girl, and I could not refuse, although I rejected
any sordid sexual engagement with her.

We snuggled and kissed like lovers.  There would come a time, I
realized, at which she and I would engage in sexual intercourse, maybe
when she reached age fifteen or sixteen.  Surely not at ten!

Nancy put her hand into my robe then grasped my hard penis.

"Do you want me to suck you?" she asked in her high pitched, little girl
voice.

"No, darling!  Absolutely not!  Please take your hand away."

But she didn't.  She jacked me as she kissed my neck, and I, enormously
aroused, came with a fulsome gush in just seconds, before I could pull
away.

"I've made a mess," she tittered then licked semen from her fingers.

"That was very naughty, Nancy!" I exclaimed and rose from the bed.
"Don't you ever touch me there again!"

The girl pouted then stuck out her tongue.  I stormed from the room, but
I could not deny that I had just experienced a sexual release with a
female I unquestionably loved.


* * *


With abundant lubrication I massaged Nancy's clitoris then pulled the
hood back and forth over that sensitive item.  Rebecca had taught me the
technique twenty years earlier when we were at the university together
and when she still had a zest for sex.

Nancy went absolutely wild at climax, yelling out, screeching.

"Daddy never did that," she whispered into my ear moments later, after
she had calmed down.

I was now masturbating her daily as she lay naked on the bed.  Although
I allowed her to whack me off under my robe, I still refused to expose
my penis to her.  I realized that I was on a very slippery slope
regarding the girl.

One afternoon in mid-July I lay passively and did not protest when
Nancy pulled aside the robe and quickly fitted her lips around my knob.
Never before in my life had I experienced such a sensation.  Rebecca had
always disdained that sort of sex play, and Rebecca was the only female
with whom I had had sex.

Nancy had sucked her father's penis since before she could remember.
She was extremely effective, and she did not gag at my release.

"This is so much fun!" she cried with semen oozing past her lips.  "Will
you lick on me?"

At that time I was beyond reason, beyond adult responsibility.  It was
not that I lusted after child flesh, which I didn't.  The fact was that
a female genuinely wanted me, physically, for the first time in my life.
It so happened that the female was only ten years old.

"Let's take a shower, darling," I said, stroking her cheek.  "You can
rinse your mouth."

Rebecca knew what we were doing.  She stayed downstairs.

In the shower I soaped Nancy from head to her toes.  I fondled her flesh
as a lover.  My penis swelled and she played with it, giggling.  I
rubbed her to an orgasm, and she collapsed in my arms.

"I've never licked on a girl or a woman before," I confessed.

"I'll teach you, Uncle Jack," she responded and squeezed my penis.
"I'll tell you what I like."

Normally it would have been humiliating for a forty year old man to be
instructed by a ten year old girl in such an act.  But I was beyond
humiliation.  I was in love and only wanted to please the lovely child.

"Good night," Rebecca said as Nancy and I lay naked on the bed, still
moist from the shower.  My wife closed the door to Nancy's room.  I had
permission.

"I can't get you pregnant," I assured the girl.  "Rebecca and I have
tried to have a child for twenty years.  The doctor told me that I'm
impotent."

"What does that word mean, Uncle Jack?"

"I spew, darling, but there's no seed."

"I suppose that's good for us," she remarked.  "Daddy always worried."

"You're too young in any case."

"Not too young.  Daddy pushed into me when I was eight."

"It must have hurt."

"It felt better later.  It began to feel really good."

I kissed the child's chest.  There was scarcely a nipple to suck.  Some
twelve year old boys have more tit.

But her thighs were alluring.  I licked on them then she taught me, a
novice, what to do with my tongue.

My jaws began to ache, before she yelled and bucked against my face.

I rose to embrace her modest frame.

"Do me, Uncle Jack, Daddy.  I want to be joined with you."

I had already decided on it.  I loomed over her.  With a hand she
positioned my penis at her hole.  The girl's head was beneath my neck as
I plumbed her.  She squealed in delight and grasped me tightly with her
arms, pushing up to my thrusts.

It was marvelous, despite my sense of guilt.  Nancy cried out in orgasm
two or three times before I let loose with a torrent of worthless semen.

She's just a child, I thought as we cuddled later.  Nancy sought my
lips, knowing my guilt.

"We love each other, Daddy.  That makes it right."

Daddy?  But in fact we did love each other.

After that first time, we had sex almost every day of the week.


* * *


Rebecca grew distant.  Although she did not desire sex, she resented the
fact that she slept alone, as I bedded Nancy night after night.

Rebecca was a good step-mother.  She cherished Nancy and taught her to
cook, even exotic dishes.

Guilt overcome, I was a happy man.  I looked forward to Nancy's
development.  I yearned to suck new breasts and brush my lips against
pubic hair.

Nancy let me enter her back opening.  Her father had done her that way,
when she was nine.  It was a rush to penetrate fully the girl's anus and
feel her perky buttocks against my lower belly.

Rebecca watched from the doorway.

"I want this to stop!" she exclaimed later.

"It was your idea!" I responded.

"I never though it would go this far, Jack.  Don't you have any sense of
decency?"

"You defined our problem right from the start, Rebecca.  Nancy has been
sexually active since she was three or four years old.  It's your
brother who had no decency.  I'm comforting her, as you put it, as you
wanted me to do."

"But fucking her in the behind!"

"Oral sex too.  I come in her mouth.  She's experienced everything,
Rebecca.  I've even watched as she fisted herself."

"Disgusting!"

"You've always been somewhat of a prude, Rebecca, and I've put up with
it.  I usually fuck you in the missionary position as you yawn and
inquire whether I'm about finished.  It wasn't always like that with us,
you know."

"I've grown up, Jack.  What's the purpose of sex, once I learned you
can't give me a child?"

"When we were at the university, you taught me how to massage your
clitoris.  I thought that was something wild, and I hoped for more
wildness, but you sort of retreated sexually."

"There's nothing disgusting about that sort of massage, Jack.  I learned
to do it when I was eleven."

"Do you want me to do it for you again?  It's been years."

"Now?"

"Why not?  Nancy is at her friend's house."

"I'm not a prude, Jack.  I enjoy orgasms, but you came to use me like a
masturbatory tool.  You're the one who soured me on sex with your casual
humping of my body without foreplay. I masturbate frequently, if you
want to know."

"Do you want the massage, Rebecca?"

"I want you to kiss and cuddle with me, Jack.  I want you to tell me in
a convincing manner that I'm pretty, even though I'm forty years old.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca.  I've been negligent.  Let's go upstairs to bed and
pretend that we're kids again."


* * *


After twenty minutes of loving kisses and erotic stroking of each
other's body, I oozed half a tube of K-Y jelly on my wife's hairy groin
until she was slippery beneath my fingers.  She would experience only
pleasurable friction.

As she had taught me, when we were twenty years old, I moved her clit
hood back and forth over her clitoris.  It poked out, engorged, like a
tiny penis.

"Oh, god!" she cried against my lips.

Her breathing became erratic.  She gasped then surrendered to a powerful
orgasm, accompanied by small animal sounds.

"I'll do what you want, Jack," she promised me moments later, after she
calmed down.  "I'll suck you, and you can do me in the behind."

"Why this dramatic change?" I asked.

"Nancy is our daughter now, Jack.  I want to teach her domestic things.
I want her to grow up and make a good life for herself."

"So do I."

"But, Jack, you'll have two girls to satisfy.  Are you up to it?"

"I hope so.  But are you really willing to suck on me and taste my
stuff?"

Rebecca, without an answer, went down on me and sucked the end of my
penis.  She was hardly as talented as Nancy, but I was a happy man again
as I eventually spewed into my wife's mouth and she did not complain.

END
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