Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 04:45:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caroline

How many of my eighth grade girls have been fucked?

I'd say half of them, more or less. Really.

The question is, by whom?

Most, by boys their age.

Out of a classroom of 15 I'd say 5 by their brothers or cousins, and one,
possibly two, by their father, but two may be a stretch. Some even got
screwed the first time in sixth grade. Not many, but it happens.

Nature keeps spitting out all shapes, sizes, colors and conditions of
girls. Most are ok; some unfortunate aren't too attractive. A fair portion
are beautiful.

But then, every so often--say, one in five thousand--a stunning beauty
comes along who by thirteen can give the school bench she sits on an record
breaking erection.

Such was Caroline.

Oh, Caroline, sweet Caroline, you bitch...How many nights did I spend with
my hand around my hard cock as I imagined your mouth on it? How many times
in that bed did I cum in your mouth, lick your pussy, suck your thirteen
asshole, fuck the shit out of you? You turned me on more than any other.

Then it happened. Dreams do come true sometimes. We did it!

We did it with your father! Sonofabitch!

Caroline, your breasts at thirteen: I wrote a poem about them. They were
made by god to be adored and fondled and sucked. You love them so much!
Your father and I together each had one of those fleshy mounds to take into
our mouth, worshiping.



It started with a question: "Do you think I'm pretty?"



We were going over one of her math tests. The question made my nostrils
flare, my groin tense and my palms moist. As her advisor we conferred alone
in my classroom from time-to-time (the door always open, of course) and now
she sat before me, our eyes meeting, while on the edge of my vision I could
detect her legs, slightly parted, the curve of her hits, the inseam of her
black tights pressed into her tender puss. And those young breasts,
displayed that day in a form fitting micro fiber cream colored
pullover. Quite a lot of girl to pretend not to notice. She always dressed
like that, to provoke looks. I had to be careful with my eyes.



I nodded "yes," to her question. Then added, "you know you are."



The "yes" was within the bounds of student-teacher relations as if she had
asked "am I smart?" But the add-on, that was too analytical, too personal
for the situation. My cock was growing in my jeans. "Fuck, these nubile
girls!" I thought. They're too goddamn tempting. I was only 22, a new
teacher and hadn't had any large experience with girls when I was her
age. No wonder now at night I jerked off with visions of them, Caroline at
the top of my fantasy list.



My so-called girlfriend and I were enjoying casual sex but it was obvious
to both of us it wasn't going to last. There were too many complications
and dissimilarities. At school there was all manner of tits and ass and
pussy, 13 to 18 years old, to dwell upon.



When I met Caroline's father for parent-teacher conference we hit it off
immediately. She was a good student so there were no serious issues to
discuss. As we were ending he told me some interesting news. "Caroline
likes you very much. She has your picture cut out on her nightstand."



I made a non committal nod. As he rose and slipped on his jacket he
casually added, "Drop over for coffee sometime." He may even have winked,
I'm not sure.

The tone of innuendo he had placed on the invitation kept me distracted for
the rest of the day. Caroline's luscious body kept popping into my head.



I ran into Steve a few days later at the gas station. He repeated the
invite with a friendly smile and said Caroline would be very glad to see
me, emphasis on very.  More innuendo. I had to go. Arrangements made.



Wine instead of coffee was on offer when I arrived. Really good
vintage. Our private school parents were generally upper middle class,
affluent, and material things came by them easily.  Caroline was poured
into an expensive gray sheath dress that clung to every inch of her sexy
body. I wondered if she dared--if she was allowed--to wear it anywhere but
home.  And boots, tall ones-lets not forget them. Leather. The over all
effect was not really slutty, but definitely "I'm a high class young piece
of ass."



Steve opened the conversation with school talk and that went on for about
twenty minutes, his daughter making all kinds of positive comments about
me. They sat across from me. Caroline allowed her dress to ride high up her
slim thighs. I tried not to look at the dark triangle between her slightly
parted legs.



"What do you think of Caroline's outfit? Steve asked in a sudden change of
subject. "Victoria Secret. She thinks she wants to wear it to the next
school dance." And then to her: "Stand up honey, show him how it looks."



You could see her nipples pretty clearly in the push-up bodice. The dress
wrapped her like a bandage. The swell of the fabric over her belly dipped
to a valley over her crotch. You could see a little indentation of belly
button. From the rear there was a remarkable display of barely covered
teenage ass: the apex of each firm globe evident under the clingy-slinky
fabric.



I said she looked gorgeous but at the dance she might be turned away if the
chaperones were in a bad mood. This pleased them both.



Steve recounted for me again how his wife had passed away and how the two
coped with the loss. Holding an arm out to the girl he said "She's the one
who keeps me going, Dave." Caroline moved toward him and sat in his lap. He
wrapped his arms around her. "You don't know what a comfort dear Caroline
has been to me." It didn't take a lot of brains to imagine the type of
comfort she gave. One of his hands came to rest on her thigh, just an inch
from her pussy.

She sank into him with a soft "daddy." My cock was getting very hard. He
massaged her thigh and for a moment, in a flash moved it up against her
pussy, then pushed her off with instructions to get more wine. Her father
came and sat next to me.

"She's not a virgin. Four boys at school laid her that I know of. But, get
this, she likes man sized cock best of all, Dave. We've been doing it for a
year. You keep quiet about it, understand?"

Then, leaning toward me he whispered "She wants you Dave. You got my
ok. ..." He let that sink in. "One request: can I stay and watch? ... If
no, I'll leave you alone. What do you say?"

Teaching was all new to me. Was this a trap? Was I being tested somehow?
If I agreed would I get fired? Go to jail? I was paranoid.

But my cock was wet. It said yes for me without qualms of conscience. Yes,
Steve, I'll fuck your little girl. I fuck her real good, the little cock
tease I've been lusting after. And you can watch me fuck her, daddy! I held
my breath when I answered and Steve broke a big satisfied grin.

Caroline returned with a new bottle. Now the atmosphere had changed 180
degrees. Steve slipped his hand up the back of his daughter's dress and
fingered her asshole. The look of bliss, of relief, and surrender that came
over her face told me this was for real. She put down the bottle and lifted
the garment up waist high and presented her backside to him. He bit and
nibbled, licked and sucked, poked with his fingers and then his tongue.

"Dave...come do her front..."

"Yes, Mister Allen, lick me...I know you want to... all year, oh... you've
been watching me ...oh, daddy...daddy...lick my cunt and tits and ass...I
suck his cock...oh...oh...hurry Mr. Allen...suck me before I cum
without...you..."

I sank to the floor in front of her and went right for the target. Her
daddy's lips were an inch away from mine and I could smell the wine on his
breath mixed with the tang of his young daughter's cunt.

Her skin was so tender and silken. Gently I opened her labia with my thumbs
and feasted my eyes on the pink petals inside, touched it with my
tongue. She made squeals a approval.

Steve took his face away from her ass and said "Here, Caroline.." It was
the empty wine bottle. She pulled off me and squatted over the green glass
phallus, easing onto it slowly with eyes closed and a blissful look. Oh my
god, what a little whore! Did he show her how do to this the first time?

We watched her hump herself on that glass cock for what seemed like a long
time. Oh my dear Caroline, you slutty bitch! In class you look so innocent
and pure and here you're masturbating in front of two grown men one of whom
is your father!

In a minute Steve left his daughter alone with me and said he'd be back
later. Glad for that, I moved in front of her with my hard dick right in
her face.

"Suck it...suck me, girl..."

She nodded assent and her big blue saucer eyes sparkled with lust. "I suck
my daddy. He taught me when I was real little."

"Then you should be very good at it Caroline. I'll bet you're the best
cocksucker in class."

"Some boys think so..."

He mouth was in fact very talented and I could indeed believe her daddy was
her instructor. Living alone with such an appealing piece of young teenage
ass is tempting for any man. Caroline was on the small side but with a
sculpted figure and beautiful facial features. You would say she looked
clean cut, high cheekbones, narrow nose, dark eyebrows and lashes, quick
and sparkly eyes, short cropped black hair. She would look smart in
uniform, her 5'6" body crisp. Oh, how she moved that body: every part
animated and coordinated. She'd make a good dancer.

But back to my cock: I felt one of her warm fingers probe between my cheeks
and knew if she got me there I'd cum too soon. I pushed her hand away. "Not
yet!" I moaned. Around her beautifully shaped head I clasped both my hands
so I could face-fuck her more intensely. She cooperated and let me force my
cockhead into her throat for brief moments. I caught a quick glimpse of her
father at the doorway with his hand working the front of his jeans. That
did it for me: her aroused father watching! See your daughter suck her
teacher, Steve! I pumped five strong jets of my come into her then fell
back onto the couch where, following me, she licked me clean.



With drowsy eyes I took her in my arms and called her all kinds of dear,
dirty names which she enjoyed and even added to. My dick arched over
between my legs heavily, half swollen and throbbing.

"You smell like a man and it gets me hot."

"And you suck like a whore and I like that a lot."





There's still lots more to be told. Let me know. Thanks.

Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com