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Jamie's Worth
By Jack Valentine

Copyright 2008 Jack Valentine all rights reserved.
jack.valentine.adventures@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, M/f, M/m, pedo, romance, oral, anal, cheat, cd
Synopsis: Another Jack Valentine Romance in which Jack is confronted
by a 13 year old boy named Jamie, who claims he has photographs of
Jack with one of his students that could ruin the teacher's life! But
what does the boy want in return for the pictures? Jack has to figure
it out and quickly!
Note: This is the first part of a multi-part post, look for the
continuation in "Jamie's Worth Part 2" ...Thanks.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Jamie's Worth
By
Jack Valentine

"When the gods wish to punish us,
they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde


Prologue


The waiting was the hard part, but I was used to it and Lonnie was a
good girl. Smart and pretty, small all over just the way I like it and
best of all, right on time. Just like me, Lonnie always kept her
promises.

"Hi!" she slipped into the backseat of my Volvo without warning,
wanting to surprise me.

"Oh! Hey!" I gave her a theatrical look that made her laugh happily
and my cock was already growing stiff with anticipation.

"I have to hurry," Lonnie said. "Keri and Denise think I went to the
bathroom."

"They do, huh?" I was smiling at her. "Come here then. Jesus, you're
so beautiful today."

"Am I?" Lonnie's big brown eyes looked down and she bit her lip
playfully. "Do you still love me?"

"Oh yeah, Lonnie," I said, helping the small girl climb onto my lap.
This wasn't the first time we'd done this. "Did you take your pill
today?"

"Uh-Huh," she smiled, showing off her braces and the dimples in her
cheeks. "I take one everyday, just like you said."

"Good girl," I held the fourteen year old in my arms and she was only
barely that; Lonnie's birthday had been just a few weeks before.

"We're gonna have a baby someday, right?" Lonnie had her thin arms
around my neck, pulling herself close enough that her flat chest
rubbed against mine.

"Yeah, Lonnie," I let my hands slide down her back, across the cotton
blouse she wore to find her skirt, loose and spread over our knees. "I
love you so much; we'll have a lot of babies someday."

"I love you too," she sighed and brought her mouth to mine.

Lonnie was quickly pushing her small pink tongue into my mouth. I'd
seduced her almost a year ago, or perhaps she'd seduced me. It was
hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the
opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing
inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday
become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years
younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy,
and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and
fucking was fun, it was all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking.

"Where's your panties?" I grinned at her a moment later, breaking our
long kiss and Lonnie giggled with mischief.

"In my purse; I took them off for you," she told me and I'd already
figured that out. My hands were under her dress, playing with her bare
ass. Lonnie was so small and her round cheeks filled my hands
perfectly.

"Bad girl!" I kissed her quickly on the lips and my cock ached
painfully to be inside her.

"Bad boy!" Lonnie countered and she was pushing herself down, finding
the bulge in my trousers with her bare sex and getting me a little wet
as well. Lonnie always got juicy when we made out.

A seventh grade nymph and her math teacher, weren't we a pair. It took
a minute of fumbling while we kissed and smiled into each others'
eyes, but soon enough Lonnie had my erection free. My cock isn't
overly large, but it's the perfect size for fucking horny little girls
like Lonnie, believe me. Taking her virginity had hurt the girl at
first, but not too much and I'd been so careful, so loving with her.
It was the reason she always came back for more. Little Lonnie really
loved to ride my cock and the hard part was not giving in to her
frequent flirtations at school. She could keep our secret, I had
little doubt of that, but I'd have to talk to her again about behaving
herself in the classroom.

"Take it slow, Lonnie," I whispered, holding the girl lightly by the
hips and just admiring the way she was determined to make love to me.

"Yeah," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly as the head of my cock
found her sweet little sex, plump and pretty without a hair on it
yet.

Lonnie was tight too, wonderfully small inside and not very deep at
all. Little girls stretch though and tight little pussies like hers
were made for hard cocks like mine. I wanted to grab her tightly and
pull the little girl down hard, give her a good quick thrust and drive
myself inside her fiery sex all at once. Lonnie was hot inside and
wet; her juices were running down the shaft of my prick as I entered
her slowly, the girl sliding down my prick inch by inch, letting her
pussy get used to me all over again. I was stretching her, the muscles
in her cunt giving way slowly, gripping my cock with small spasms that
made Lonnie's whole body shiver.

Jesus, that girl was sexy and such a great fuck! She was the one doing
the work, working herself up and down, taking a little more of me
every time until I couldn't help myself. I brought my left hand to her
head, digging my fingers in her curly brown hair and kissing her
deeply. I pushed my tongue into her tiny mouth, making Lonnie moan and
wriggle her tongue against mine. My other arm went around her thin
waist, holding the girl tight and pulling her down as my ass came off
the seat.

Lonnie gave a muffled gasp and stiffened as the head of my cock drove
the last few inches all at once, finding the very bottom of her sex
with a jolt that we both felt distinctly. Lonnie shuddered then,
quivering in my arms and I felt the wetness of her tears on my cheeks
as we kissed. She wasn't crying because I hurt her though, I hadn't...
Lonnie was just cumming.

We fucked quickly after that, kissing and whispering breathless words
of love while she wiggled her ass and rolled her narrow hips. I held
her all the while, keeping the little girl tight against me, impaled
on my cock as it moved just a few inches in and out of her. Short,
quick strokes and that was all we needed. Lonnie came again, just at
the end, and feeling her pussy spasm brought the sperm shooting out of
my balls. I flooded my fourteen year old lover with my cum, spraying
it right up against her barely mature cervix. It was a good fuck, even
if it had lasted only five minutes probably. Maybe seven, but making
love to girls like Lonnie was like that. It was always over much too
quickly.

"I love you, Mr. Valentine," Lonnie sighed, content to rest her cheek
against my chest while my cock remained stiff and swollen inside her.
She was breathing hard and her face wet with tears of joy; the most
beautiful little girl in the world just then.

"I love you too, Lonnie," I told her and that wasn't a lie. I just
wished she didn't have to grow up.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Chapter One


"I saw what you were doing," Jamie told me, just standing there like
he was asking a question about his algebra homework. School was
finished for the morning and he should have been on his way to the
cafeteria for lunch.

"What?" I smiled at the boy uncertainly, but I had a knot in my
stomach and my heart skipped a beat, several of them.

"You and Lonnie," he said softly and we were alone now, the other
seventh graders gone to lunch. "I saw you."

"Saw what, Jamie?" I asked, trying to smile innocently, but I knew
what he was going to say.

"You were kissing her," the thirteen year old said and he looked as
frightened as I was, to tell the truth. His blue eyes were avoiding
mine and he clutched his books to his chest protectively, shifting
from one leg to the other.

"I see," I said with a little frown. "Well, I don't know what you
think you saw, Jamie," I shrugged, "but you didn't see that, okay?"

"Yeah, I did," he replied, looking up suddenly. His eyes found mine
and I forced myself to stare back at him. "In your car, last Saturday.
You guys were at the mall."

"That wasn't me," I told him. "And if you tell anyone lies like that,
you'll be in a lot of trouble and..."

"I took some pictures," he said. "With my mom's phone. It's got a
camera."

"What?" I blinked and my heart did stop as I assumed the worst. "Your
mom saw..."

"No," Jamie shook his blonde head. "She wasn't there, just me. I got
the pictures though."

"Okay," I licked my lips and I could hardly breathe. "What do you
want?"

"I want you to like me too," Jamie said softly looking down again.

"I do like you, Jamie," I told him and it wasn't a lie. The boy was
quiet, but friendly enough. He did his homework and got along with the
other kids. So far as students went, I liked him just fine.

"I mean..." He swallowed hard, giving me those eyes again, wide and
frightened.

"What?" I asked him. "You don't need help with your grades, you're
doing just fine. Do you need a little extra pocket money?"

Jamie was blackmailing me, obviously, but I couldn't figure out what
he wanted. He was already getting an A in my class, probably in all of
his other ones too. If he wanted a new bike, I could do that. If he
wanted some money, fine. How much could a thirteen year old boy need?
I'd give Jamie just about whatever he wanted if it meant I got to keep
my job, my marriage, and my freedom. I really didn't want to go to
prison for the statutory rape of an eighth grader named Lonnie
Simpson.

"No," the boy shook his head, "I just want you to like me the way, um,
the way you like her."

"What do you mean?" I asked him, finding no sense in that.

"I want you to...Kiss me and stuff," Jamie bit his bottom lip.

"Oh." I blinked at that and leaned back in my chair.

"I love you, Mr. Valentine," he told me and I thought he was almost
ready to run away after confessing that. "I want you to love me too.
That's all."

"I see," I nodded slowly. "We're boys though, Jamie, and..."

"I know," he said quickly. "That's why, uh, I got pictures."

"Right," I agreed. "The pictures. Okay, well..."

"They're on my computer now," Jamie told me. "Not on the phone
anymore."

"Okay, well..." I was trying to think. "...Are your parents home? Is
anyone at your house right now?"

"No," Jamie shook his head. "Mom's working. My sister's at her
boyfriend's house."

"Good, good," I smiled at him, trying to look sincere. "Let's go to
your house, okay? We can delete the pictures and then, uh, and then
we'll talk about this some more, alright?"

"Do you love me?" Jamie asked.

"Well, I don't know, Jamie," I kept smiling but my brain was still
trying to catch up. "I like you a lot, you know that. I think we
should just spend a little time together first. Talking and getting to
know each other..."

"Okay," he nodded.

"...We need to be able to trust each other, Jamie. See? And I have to
trust you before I can, um, love you. Right?"

"Yeah," he agreed and the boy was shaking, he was so frightened. We
both were, but for very different reasons.

"So let's go to your house and..."

"Won't we get in trouble?" Jamie asked me. "If we leave the school?"

"No, we'll be back before lunch is over," I reassured him and I very
much hoped that was true, but even if it wasn't, I had to get rid of
those pictures.

I gave the boy a cardboard box. It was largely empty, but nobody would
know that. He was just helping me carry some old books to my car, some
old text books I was donating to the Salvation Army thrift store, if
anyone should see us and wonder. Nobody did.

"Okay, you have to give me directions, Jamie," I said and I wasn't
very relaxed. Taking a thirteen year old out of school, to his empty
house, in my own car? That was like begging for questions that I
wouldn't be able to answer and I was obviously desperate.

"That way," he pointed.

"Alright, let's go," I breathed.

"I always liked you a lot," Jamie told me after a few minutes. "I just
didn't know how to tell you before."

"Well, Jamie. See, you're growing up and that can be a tough thing to
do." I really wanted to talk the boy out of his confused feelings; it
would make everything a lot easier.

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling shyly as he sat in the passenger seat of my
Volvo.

"When a boy is your age and his body starts changing, your emotions
change too," I said gently. "You get feelings that you don't
understand right away and sometimes, well, those feelings can even be
wrong."

"Wrong?" he frowned at me.

"Yeah, I mean a good looking boy like you should like girls, don't you
think?" I smiled at him. "I'm sure some of the girls in your class
like you."

"Maybe," Jamie shrugged. "But I don't like girls, just you mostly."

"Uh, okay," I cleared my throat. "Has your mom or dad ever talked to
you about this stuff?"

"I don't have a dad," Jamie told me. "My mom doesn't talk to me about
anything."

"Oh," I nodded. "Maybe you really want a dad then. Like part of you
inside wants a father and that's why you like me so much. It isn't
really love, it's something else, and..."

"No, Mr. Valentine," Jamie smiled at me. "I really love you. I thought
about it a lot already."

"I'm sure, yeah," I agreed reluctantly. "You're a smart boy, Jamie,
one of the smartest boys in the whole school, but do you know I'm
married?"

"Yeah," he frowned at that.

"I have a wife and I love her, see?" I hoped I could disappoint him
gently, let Jamie down nice and soft.

"So..." he looked at me, "...Why were you kissing Lonnie? You love her
too, right?"

"No, I don't love Lonnie," I shook my head. "She was sad, that's all.
She was crying and I just wanted to make her feel better. Doesn't your
mom kiss you if you cry sometimes?"

"Sometimes. She used to when I was little," Jamie shrugged. "But not
like that and you're not her dad."

"I know, but I'm her teacher and that's kind of like being a dad," I
said. "I could be your dad sometimes too, you know, like if you want
to play basketball sometimes, or need help with something. I can talk
to your mom and..."

"I don't want you to be like my dad," Jamie shook his head and then
pointed. "You gotta turn here, I live that way."

"You don't?" I asked, taking the turn and thinking I'd almost been
making some progress with the boy.

"Uh-uh," he told me. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Ah," I licked my lips. "Well, Jamie, I'm a man. I like girls, you
know?"

"I know," he said. "I thought about that a lot too."

"You did?" I glanced at him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'll show you when we get to my house, okay?"

"Uh, okay," I sighed softly, not knowing what else I was supposed to
say. I was praying, really, making deals with God to get me out of
this.

Lonnie had been easy and not the first, I confess. I've always liked
girls that age. Thirteen and fourteen year olds especially, twelve
year olds too. They're perfect somehow just as they enter puberty. I
don't know why. I was never abused or neglected; it's just how it is.
I'm a good looking man too, not like an actor or anything, but tall
with thick black hair and a handsome, chiseled sort of face. Deep blue
eyes and a trim, athletic body. I've always had good luck with girls,
especially the younger ones. I've always had my way with them and
Lonnie, she was beautiful and curious; it hadn't been hard at all
having my way with her.

I was cursing myself for my weakness right then, believe me. My
carelessness more than that, because in point of fact, I didn't feel
terrible about seducing a thirteen year old girl. I'd rather enjoyed
that and after Lonnie, I knew I'd want another one. They're addictive
that way and so I was angry I'd gotten caught, that's all. So please,
God, let me off the hook, just this once and I'll be so careful next
time...

I doubt God was impressed.

"That's my house," Jamie was pointing at a small trailer, not kept up
very well and not in the best neighborhood either.

Trailer parks never are. The trailer next door had three guys sitting
around a fourth who was working on a big Harley. They were bikers, all
large and leather, tattooed and drinking beer. On the other side, a
rusted trailer looked burned out, like someone had taken a
flamethrower to it. There was graffiti painted on the blackened sides.
Across the street an old swing set lay on its side, rusted bikes and
dismantled appliances scattered about. An old Ford Maverick sat in the
driveway, eaten away and painted primer red with no tires and no hood.

"You live here?" I looked at the boy and he shrugged.

I was extremely nervous as I parked in front of his home and got out,
knowing the little motorcycle gang was watching me. A thirty year old
man, clean cut and wearing a two piece suit and tie, following a
thirteen year old boy into his trailer? I tried not to imagine what
they might be thinking, but that was just guilt or bad nerves. They
probably thought I was from social services and I tried to play that
role, looking around with disdain, nodding like I was taking mental
notes. Whether it worked for them or not, I have no idea, but it made
me feel better anyway.

Once inside I was feeling sorry for little Jamie. His mother wasn't
much for cleaning, I guessed. There were full ashtrays and empty beer
bottles everywhere. Half-eaten spaghetti on the table, an open loaf of
bread attracting cockroaches. The place was a dump and not fit for a
thirteen year old boy. If I hadn't been so worried about having to
explain the circumstances of my visit, I might have called social
services myself and I was turning that over in my mind as we walked
towards the back of the trailer. All I needed was a reasonable excuse
to come back here, because despite my affection for young girls, I
wouldn't consider myself a monster in any way. I felt great sympathy
for Jamie at that moment and real concern for him.

"How old is your sister?" I wondered, as I didn't know her at all.

"Almost seventeen." Jamie said. "Alice lives with her boyfriend
mostly, until they get in a fight."

"Okay," I nodded.

"She's gonna have a baby pretty soon though, so Buddy doesn't hit her
too much anymore," Jamie said, like it was perfectly normal for a man
to beat up his girlfriend.

"How old is her boyfriend?" I asked, looking at Jamie's bedroom and it
wasn't much.

A mattress on a box spring, just sitting on the stained floor. Some
clothes stuffed into a half dozen plastic milk crates, stacked up and
side by side. A scratched and badly stained table, like a coffee
table, that he was using for a desk. It had a little lamp on it and a
computer, an old Compaq with a small monitor that looked like it had
seen much better days. There were books scattered around, a lot of
them; no toys though. No pictures or posters on the walls, or stuffed
animals, or anything like you might expect to find in a thirteen year
old boy's bedroom.

"He's old like you," Jamie smiled at me. "Except he's got a motorcycle
and a beard and stuff."

"Sure," I frowned. "The pictures are on your computer?"

"Yeah," Jamie nodded. "You can turn it on, but you gotta hit the TV
sorta cause it just makes a line sometimes."

"Okay," I was going to format the boy's hard drive, taking no chances
at all.

I'd buy him a new computer. Shoot, I wanted to buy him a new life and
it was hard not to be mad. Like punch the wall mad, you know? This
wasn't fair and I had the anger ready, but there was no one to take it
out on. I turned on the computer and the monitor had a loose wire or
something, it made a thin horizontal line through the center of the
thirteen inch screen. It was round like a fishbowl and it had to be
ten years old. It was a wonder the kid wasn't blind from looking at
that thing.

"Just hit it on top," Jamie giggled and I glanced at him and then
stared.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, watching as he was already half-
undressed.

"Changing clothes," he smiled. "It's okay, you'll see."

"We don't have time for that, Jamie," I looked back at the computer
because that was my reason for being there and I was going to the bios
setup menu before Windows could load.

I'm no computer genius, but I knew enough to format the hard drive
anyway and I smiled at the warning messages telling me I was about to
erase all data and I'd never get it back. Was I sure? Oh yeah,
absolutely. I pushed the Y key and listened to the old hard drive spin
up like it had playing cards in the spokes. That computer was some
real junk and I didn't imagine Jamie's mom had paid much more than
twenty bucks at a garage sale for it.

"You gotta plug it in too, in the back," Jamie said, as if he just
remembered something.

"Plug what in?" I blinked at him because he was putting on a dress.
"What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna be your girlfriend," Jamie smiled at me, shy and hopeful
and probably scared out of his mind that I'd laugh and I did. I
couldn't help it.

He turned red. Scarlet red and his bottom lip trembled. The boy was
frozen in place, his hands still clutching the buttons in front of a
small yellow sundress. It must have been his sister's once, when she
was about ten maybe and it was too small for Jamie. It barely covered
his butt and the short sleeves were up on his shoulders. It looked
funny and I was surprised and I wasn't really laughing at him, but...

"Jamie," I recovered quickly because the boy was about to have a
meltdown, "its okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, I wasn't
laughing at you."

"Yes you were," he closed his eyes and a couple big crocodile tears
spilled down his red cheeks. "You hate me!"

"No. No, I don't." I got up off the floor where I'd been sitting and
crossed over to the boy quickly, taking him in a hug. "I like you a
lot. I really do, but that dress...It's just too small."

"Yeah," he nodded and his arms were around my waist.

Jamie was clutching me desperately as I hunched over him, feeling his
small soft body under my hands. I could smell him too, like soap and
shampoo and it was nice, but mostly I just wanted to comfort him and
he did seem so much like a girl. The way he felt, the way he smelled,
the way I just wanted to protect him from his doubts and fears, and
especially from this place that he was living in.

"Let me see," I smiled and untangled myself so I could button up his
dress for him. It was crazy doing this. We were wasting time and if
someone caught us, I'd be dead. But the boy needed it and for the
moment that was more important.

He wore no t-shirt beneath the dress and I looked at his chest as I
worked the small buttons slowly. Jamie's skin was pale and smooth and
his nipples large for a boy, dark pink and slightly puffy, I thought.
He had a beautiful chest, beautiful little tits and for just a second
I imagined what they'd look like in a training bra and that image made
me swallow hard. I was seeing Jamie differently and not because of the
dress, although it helped, but because of his vulnerability, his
surroundings. Everything in that place was conspiring to seduce me. I
had to remind myself that he was a boy and even if Jamie had been a
girl, I didn't want to have sex with him. It wasn't like that at all,
I wanted to protect him.

"There, see?" I was smiling. "That's a tight fit, but it looks okay."

"You think so?" He wiped at his eyes and at least Jamie had stopped
crying after just a few moments.

"Oh yeah, I think you're very pretty," I agreed and I wasn't lying. He
looked like a boy in a too small dress, but that didn't stop him from
being almost unbearably cute.

"Okay," he smiled shyly.

"Now, what were you saying about plugging something in?" I asked,
because I hadn't forgotten that and maybe it would even help the boy
relax a little more, taking his mind off his ill-fitting dress and my
initial reaction to it.

"The phone cord," Jamie said. "The pictures are in my Yahoo thing.
That briefcase they got."

"What?" I blinked at him. "You put the pictures on the internet?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and tried to explain. "I gotta use the library
computer to get pictures off my mom's phone. There's a special thing
for that but this one doesn't have a plug-in cause my computer's sorta
old."

"Oh," I looked at the computer and there wasn't going to be any
internet there anymore. It didn't even have an operating system now.

"So we just gotta get on the net," Jamie smiled at me.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "But I think your computer's broke."

"It is?" he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I lied, feeling a little bad about it now, especially
since I hadn't needed to format the drive at all.

"Aw, man," he frowned and that computer was probably the only thing he
owned that was worth a nickel.

"I can get you a new one, okay?" I promised Jamie. "A better one than
that. One you don't have to hit or anything, okay?"

"Really?" he blinked those big blue eyes at me and I nodded and then
Jamie was hugging me again, tightly.

His head barely came up to my chest and I felt his soft tummy against
my crotch. He was rubbing me, that's the only word for it, squirming
as my arms went naturally around his shoulders. It felt good,
amazingly good, and I pressed my left cheek against the top of his
head, feeling that soft blonde hair against my face and smelling it.
My cock was getting hard, against all reason or sanity; I was getting
aroused by this boy in the too small dress.

"It's okay; I'll find one for you this weekend, alright?" I said,
closing my eyes and trying to understand what I was doing, and most
especially why.

"I love you," Jamie turned his face up and my cheek slid over his
forehead and nose, and then his lips were touching me and I didn't
pull away.

I kissed him. I kissed a thirteen year old boy and I couldn't tell he
wasn't a girl just then. The tip of my tongue played between his lips
and he opened so softly, so easily, and I dipped my tongue inside his
warm wet mouth. I was slow and careful and Jamie's arms were tighter
than ever. He moaned softly, his own tongue playing against mine
tentatively as he learned how to French kiss.

I moved my hands down his small back and found his ass, that
wonderfully round little behind of his. The dress had been pulled up
and to my delight I discovered that the boy had even put on panties,
probably borrowed from his sister and they were loose on him, but
utterly sexy to the touch. Jamie's firm cheeks filled my hands
perfectly and I squeezed his ass hard while we kissed, making the boy
squirm with pleasure.

"Oh..." I breathed, "...Uh, that's...We better stop. You need to put your
clothes back on."

"I do?" Jamie was licking his lips and breathing hard, not letting go
of me. He was enjoying this even more than I was.

"We have to go back to school," I nodded.

"But we just got here," Jamie said softly. "We kissed already."

"I know," I smiled, pulling his arms gently so the boy would let go.
"So we can kiss some more later, but we don't want to get in trouble
or anything."

"Okay," Jamie agreed reluctantly.

"You know I like you now, right?" I asked him as I started unbuttoning
his dress for him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I know you do."

"Good," I smiled back. "Now, what's your Yahoo name..."


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


Chapter Two


That night I was online, logging onto Yahoo as Jamie and I looked at
the pictures he'd taken. There were half a dozen, slightly grainy
photos. They weren't great, but good enough that you could tell it was
Lonnie and I making out in my car. I was kissing her in most of them.
Squeezing her smallish breasts through her dress, both of us smiling
and I remembered that day so clearly. Meeting the girl like we'd
arranged, not going anywhere, but just sitting in my car, parked in
that big anonymous lot. She'd gone to the mall with some friends and
ditched them, just for half an hour with me, and I'd fucked her right
there on my lap and given the girl twenty dollars after so she could
have a little extra fun with her friends.

I love to spoil my little girls.

I deleted the pictures forever and thought about Jamie. How he'd
looked in that dress. How he'd felt and smelled and tasted. My cock
was hard and I rubbed it through my trousers while my wife cooked us
dinner in the kitchen. Jamie, I smiled, he was seriously cute. I'd
never been attracted to boys in my life, but seeing him in that dress,
when he'd been crying? I just wanted him so badly. To hold him and
make it better. He was like a girl, exactly like a girl, he only
needed a better dress. A little makeup maybe, no, not even makeup,
just a little lip gloss would be nice. Some panties that fit and a
training bra. Ankle socks and small black shoes. Jesus, he'd be
beautiful then.

"What are you thinking about?" My wife surprised me and I jerked a
little.

"Oh. Um, nothing," I shook my head and closed the browser. "Just
thinking about work."

"Work, huh?" Amy gave me a doubtful smile. "Well, come on. Dinner's
ready, you can think about me for awhile."

"You know I do, baby," I smiled at her and I'd fallen in love with Amy
when she'd been all of twelve years old.

We'd been together over ten years and married for almost six. As soon
as she hit eighteen we were standing in front a judge. I wouldn't have
married her if she didn't understand me so well; if she didn't love me
so much. I loved her too, but not like I used to. Amy was older now
and changed. She was all grown up and physically I just didn't find
her all that attractive with her tall body and large breasts. She'd
grown up fast when she hit fifteen and especially sixteen. Amy was a
beautiful young woman, no doubt about that, but she wasn't a little
girl anymore.

Amy knew what I liked though and that was the reason I'd married her.
Where else was I going to find a woman who would let me fuck young
teenage girls? In that regard, Amy was perfect and while I didn't
understand it entirely, she said it was because she knew I wouldn't
love them past a certain point. I'd have a little girlfriend for a
year or two and then she'd grow up and I'd lose interest. They weren't
a threat and so long as I took care of Amy, so long as I treated her
as my wife and returned her love so much as I was able, she was happy.
She loved me more than anything and that was how she kept me.

What Amy would think of me loving a boy, though...I didn't want to ask
her. I also knew Amy wasn't going to be my alibi if I was ever found
out. She didn't want to know who I was seeing. She didn't want the
details. It was an open secret between us and I respected that and I
went out of the way to protect her from my affairs. We made no mention
of what I was doing and I came home every night the way a good husband
should. That was what Amy wanted in return for her love.

Amy had blackmailed me into marriage, if you wanted to get technical
about it, but I wasn't complaining. She'd made me promise to marry her
and unlike every other girl I'd known, Amy hadn't forgotten it. Like I
say, I'd always been very lucky with women and she was a hell of a
wife.

Jamie was the one on my mind though. I couldn't get the boy out of my
head, not during dinner and not later that night when I was in bed
with Amy. We were kissing in the dim light and I played with her
neatly shaved sex because pubic hair was a complete turn off for me
and she knew it. I was rubbing her moist slit while she stroked my
swollen prick and I wanted her to be Jamie just then.

"Roll over..." I breathed into my wife's ear.

"Hmmm..." Amy sighed and I was pushing her onto her stomach.

"I want to fuck you in the ass," I whispered.

"Oh!" She gave me a little look in the dark and we'd done this before,
but not very often. Amy really wasn't into it.

"Yeah, like that," I sighed and while my twenty-three year old wife
was obviously not a thirteen year old boy, she did have the most
perfect little ass a man could ask for.

"Why?" she giggled and that always seems like a singularly silly
question to ask during sex.

"I'm going to call you Jamie tonight," I said, straddling her thighs
and pressing my cock down against Amy's ass.

"Jamie? Who's she?" my wife wondered and then thought better of it.
"Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Yeah," I agreed softly. "Give that sweet little ass now, Jamie."

"Ummphh..." Amy winced and her body stiffened because I wasn't using any
sort of lube. I was pushing my cock inside her anus slow and dry, with
just my precum to offer the woman any comfort.

I'm not overly large anyway though, just average, six, maybe seven
inches if I'm really excited and not so thick. It hurt her though, a
little, and I tried to be gentle, but I found myself fucking Amy's ass
hard after just a minute or two, rather liking her soft grunts and
protesting sighs. She was wanting me to slow down, but I was fucking
Jamie now and my eyes were closed, my mind someplace else, bending the
boy over my desk at school, lifting his pretty pink dress and pulling
his virgin white panties down.

"God, your ass is beautiful, Jamie!" I groaned, stabbing the length of
my cock as far into Amy as I could.

"Ow...Fuck...Jack, slow down..." Amy reached back, slapping at my shoulder
with her fingers. "Ja-ack!"

That just made it better for some reason and the bed was bouncing as I
drilled my cock into her asshole over and over. It was unbelievable
how tight Amy was, how hot her asshole felt wrapped around my prick.
If Jamie was half this good I'd be happy, and I suppose that was about
the time I made up my mind that I was going to have to find out what
he felt like. I was going to pop his cherry the way I'd popped so many
others. I was going to fuck him long and hard and fill his sweet
little body up with my sperm.

"Ahhh...God! That's...Take it easy..." Amy was still complaining, but not
too much now.

She was getting used to having her asshole stretched and maybe it was
even starting to feel good. I hoped so. Amy was soon fucking me back
anyway, lifting her hips off the bed to meet my cock, squeezing those
soft little muscles so her rectum felt like a sucking mouth around my
prick. Yeah, Amy was bitching, but she loved sex as much as I did. She
also knew that this was maybe the only way she'd have me tonight and
that gave her a measure of eagerness that I happily exploited.

I straddled her thighs and hips, massaging Amy's back while I looked
down to see my cock working in and out of her ass. That was beautiful
and now she wasn't fighting me at all. We were fucking nicely, slowing
down after the initial rush of excitement, and I wanted to last as
long as I could. This was good practice, I was thinking, and it had
been too long since I'd fucked my wife in the ass anyway. We might
have to do it like this more often and I knew Amy, she wouldn't say
no. She'd never refused me anything, not even when she'd been a twelve
year old virgin.

"Oh God! Jack...It feels good now..." Amy moaned and that's the kind of
girl she was, the kind of girl they all are, really. "A little...uhmmm...
harder...harder now..."

I laughed at that, drawing a ragged breath and lowering my body to
hers. I covered my wife like a blanket, kissing her ear and cheek,
finding her mouth while I gave her what she wanted. I was fucking Amy
with long strokes, going as deep as I could so that my balls would
slap her wet little pussy. She was hot for it, feeling good inside and
out and all Amy ever needed was a little jump start to get her motor
running. We'd be fucking all night probably after this.

"Don't pull out..." Amy was whispering, "...cum inside me...in my ass...please...
I want to feel it..."

That was going to do it for me, hearing Amy beg for my cum like the
little girl she'd been when I'd taken her cherry. Fuck! She knew how
to bring me off and all I could imagine just then was Jamie asking me
for the same thing; wanting me to sperm his little ass good and make a
real girl out of him.

"Shit...Oh Fuck! Jamie!" I was cumming hard, helpless to stop myself
from shooting into Amy's clasping rectum as it held me tight.

Amy was milking my cock and draining my balls with her sweet asshole
and in my mind it was Jamie taking my hot creamy load. It felt amazing
and I wanted to keep my cock inside Amy's ass until morning if I
could. After a few minutes though, I was going soft and her ass slowly
pushed me out with only a small dribble of dirty sperm. Most of my
orgasm was still deep inside her and I liked that idea a lot. I
imagined fucking Jamie before school and seeing him walk around all
day with my cum leaking from his tender asshole. That was sexy as
hell.

"That was great, fuck..." I rolled off Amy with a sigh, lying on my back
and catching my breath.

"For you maybe," Amy pouted and that was just a tease; she'd liked it
just fine at the end, but I'd make it up to her anyway. I'd pretty
much just used her ass to jerk myself off with and she knew it.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry," I reached for my wife and pulled her close,
despite a bit of weak resistance on her part.

Amy was a good girl though, better than I deserved, and she wanted me
to love her so it was easy. I cuddled with her for a long while,
kissing her lips and telling her she was still beautiful, still sexy
despite being almost twenty-three already. We didn't fuck; I couldn't
get hard if I focused on her too much. I needed to imagine other,
younger girls usually, but that was okay. I made Amy feel special and
loved, going down on her finally and I knew well enough how to make
Amy cum with my mouth. I'd had a lot of practice and sucking her
hairless little pie was sweet for me.

By the time we fell asleep we were best friends again.


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