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Beginnings
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BEGINNINGS...
Chapter One
James Sutton was starting a new year, a new job at a new school. This
was the fresh, new start he desparately needed to get his life in
order. He was going to put an end to those evil thoughts, and deeds,
which had cost him so dearly at his last school, and which still
haunted him in his dreams. He had been "dismissed" as school
counselor from Mercy Middle School For Girls last May, but only a few
people knew the real reason why.
* * *
As a young boy growing up in rural Indiana, James had endured a
repressive upbringing by a very strict father. His father, a baptist
minister, had preached hell-fire and brimstone for as long as he
could remember, and was one of the most respected people in that
town. James was never permitted to do the things that other boys his
age were doing; all because his father had caught him and a little
girl next door with their pants down, playing with each other.
At the age of eleven, when some young boys are beginning to think
about the changes in their bodies, James had been "seduced" by a nine
year old neighbor girl, Janie, who was years ahead of James in sexual
curiosity. Not having any brothers or sisters to play with at home,
James had taken to playing with the girl whenever his parents weren't
at home, grateful for the chance to be with someone who wasn't a
grownup. Janie, however, did have an older brother, and that brother
had introduced her to the joys of pre-teen sex when she was just
seven. She was quite acustomed to going to bed at night and having
her brother visit her in her bed, and exploring their young bodies
together. While still technically a virgin, her little sex-hole had
been penetrated often and deeply at the hands of her brother.
This young girl was suprised to learn that James had never touched a
girl between her legs. James had never allowed himself to think about
things like sex, believing that was the work of the devil, and this
was strongly reenforced by the preachings of his father. But Janie
was a free and uninhibited little girl and was always finding ways to
rub against him, or slyly expose her underpants to him. After months
of pretending he wasn't looking under her dresses, and trying to
ignore the subtle touches to the front of his pants, his resistance
was wearing thin.
One day when they were alone in his house, they started playing "IT",
and after tagging him and trying to run away, she tripped over
something and fell flat on her butt, her flowery cotton dress
billowing up to her waist. After determining that she hadn't hurt
herself, and then tagging her, James started giggling at how silly
she looked in that position. When Janie looked down to see what was
so funny she started giggling herself, and soon both were laughing
heartily at the sight she made. Falling, with her dress flying up in
the air had been an accident, but Janie was not one to miss an
opportunity like this and made no move to cover herself from young
James' eyes.
After a moment when James realized that she wasn't embarrassed
anymore and wasn't pulling her dress back down, he started to look
more closely at Janie's underpants. He had never seen anything like
this, but knew he wasn't supposed to look. Gradually he began to feel
strange stirrings in his pants, and soon was blushing brightly as he
noticed that Janie was staring at him. For the first time in his
young life, James was getting an erection, and didn't fully
understand what was happening.
"Wow," Janie said, "Yours gets big just like my brother's does!" James
looked down to see what she was talking about, and seeing the tent
sticking up in his pants, immediately turned crimson red, and jumped
up and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
Janie was afraid she had spoiled things with her new friend James,
and ran down the hall after him.
"Why did you run away, I wanted to see it," she said to him through
the closed bathroom door. James couldn't believe his ears, and just
knew that a lightning bolt was about to come crashing through his
roof and strike them both dead.
"Janie, go away, I can't play with you anymore. If my Father came in
now and heard what you said he would spank us both, and me the most!"
"But you said your parents wouldn't be home until nine, after church
service, and that's three hours from now. Besides, don't you *want*
to look at me? Under my dress? I know you do, and you have been doing
it before when you thought I wasn't looking." She had said it, and
James knew she had spoken the truth, no matter how evil the words.
But still he resisted.
"No, of course I don't! That's not nice, and we'll go to hell if we
do things like that! Don't you know that?" he asked, pleadingly,
hoping that she would understand and just leave his house.
"That's silly, James, nobody believes that stuff. My brother said
that you were a fuddy-duddy when I told him I wanted to play with you
the way I play with him. He says your dad is just making you into a
stiff wierdo, and you would turn out just like your father, but I
told him I liked you anyway, and that I could make you play with me..
so come on out of there, so we can play." Janie felt somehow
emboldened by the sudden ascertion of her own feelings, talking this
way to an older boy!
James remained silent for a few minutes, daring to think about what
he had just heard, wondering if just this once, he could ignore what
his father had warned him against, and do something *he* wanted to.
It was hard to think about going against his father, but it was even
harder to ignore these strange new feelings inside his pants.. and
this very interesting new girl outside his bathroom door.
"I'll come out now but you have to go home now. I don't want to get
in any trouble.." he said, opening the door while he was talking. But
when he came out, there was Janie standing right in front of him with
her dress up to her chest, and her little panties down to her ankles,
and a big grin across her face.
"See, this isn't all that bad, is it? I'm not going to bite you, and
I'm sure not going to tell anybody," she said, looking up at him,
hopefully.
* * *
James could not believe his eyes. He simply stood there for minutes
on end, his mouth gaping, nearly drooling. This was something that
James had not even dared to believe would ever happen to him.
Whenever his young boyish mind would start to stray to thoughts of
things sexual, he would always hear the ominous voice of his
forboding father in the background, promising him dire punishment if
he should give in to those thoughts. At this moment, with the skinny
young girl standing in front of him with her underpants down to her
ankles, James' focus was riveted to the nakedness between her legs.
Under James' staring eyes, Janie at first felt very embarrassed, and
wondered if she had gone to far with James. She covered her bare
crotch with one hand, while holding her dress up to her waist with
the other, but as she looked at James, she thought she saw a slight
look of disappointment at the moment her naked pubes were covered
from his eyes.
Following her own instincts with matters of boys and sex(honed by her
experiences with her brother) she slowly removed her hand from the
front of her body, exposing once again this delicious sight to James.
It seemed like several minutes before either of them spoke, but when
Janie began to ease her fingers along her thigh, moving closer to her
vee, James finally began to free himself from his stupor.
"Janie, what do you think you're doing, standing there with with your
panties down? What if my dad comes in?" James protested
half-heartedly.
"Your dad's not coming for a long time.. but I'll stop if you really
don't want me to.." she said as she bent over to pick up her panties.
But she was moving slowly, and with her head below her knees, she
looked back up and found herself staring point blank at the
cloth-covered protrusion in James' pants. "Well, what do you think,
can we play for a little while?"
James knew she was looking at his hard-on through his pants, and was
quickly losing his resolve to live up to his father's tenants. Before
Janie had pulled her panties all the way back up, he said, "What do
you want to do?"
That was the signal Janie needed and she stood up leaving her panties
half-way up her thighs, her hairless little pussy bare as it could be.
"We can just look at each other, naked, if you want. That's what my
brother Herbie and me started doing, at first." She didn't know how
much she should tell James about her what she and her brother started
doing. Herbie had awakened a craving in young Janie for many things
sexual, and she was constantly looking for ways to satisfy that
craving.
She and Herbie had not had intercourse, not yet at least, but
together they had explored every crack and crevise of each of their
bodies. At only nine years old, she was now capable of extreme good
feelings in her little pussy, and on rare ocassions had noticed fluid
leaking out. She at first thought it was pee, but her brother
convinced her that it was a sign that she was growing up sexually,
and meant she was old enough to have sex with his penis inside of
her. She felt some pride that her brother thought of her as growing
up, but she was still too afraid to let him go all the way.
Sensing that the moment was hers to act, she did. "All right, we'll
play "IT" again, but we have to do it with all our clothes off," she
said, and reaching down she slipped her panties all the way off her
slim legs, and then pulled her dress over her head. Then she pulled
her undershirt off, and sat down on the floor to take off her socks.
As she crossed one leg over the other knee, James was afforded a
clear view looking down at her spread legs, and her hairless little
pussy slit in between. She seemed to take her time with the sock,
rubbing her toes with her fingers, and then repeated the move with
other sock. By this time James had lost all semblance of
self-control, and was a very willing pawn to this little girl two
years his junior.
"Okay, you're IT," she shouted at him, standing up completely nude,
and tagging him on his shoulder, "but you can't come get me unless
you have all your clothes off, too!" she finished, giggling widly and
running off down the hall. James looked at her disappearing form, her
skinny little buttocks running off down the hall. He was beginning to
rationalize what he was going to do, and told himself it was only a
game, a game of tag, and quickly slipped out of his clothes.
It was the middle of winter and getting dark fast and James hadn't yet
turned on the lights in the house. So under cover of the dark, James
went off to find this sprightly nymph, hoping to find her before he
got too embarrassed and quit.
Not finding her in the living room, and not seeing her in the kitchen
when he passed it, he headed for the only place she could be, his
parents bedroom. As he stepped inside, he saw a lump under his
parents' blankets, and knew it was her beneath the covers. Tiptoeing
to the side of the bed, he slipped his hand under the covers, and
reached until he felt her flesh. She stayed real quiet at first, not
moving, and James had to feel around to find out what it was he was
touching.
"I think this is you, and if it is, you're IT," he said in a low
voice not trusting himself to speak loudly. Just then he felt her
moving in the bed, and she had turned so that his hand was right at
the juncture of her legs. As she felt his hand "feeling" around in
her crotch, she had to squeal out loud and when she did she clamped
her legs around his hand, and his hand was pulled up snug against her
hairless mound. When he heard her squeal, James had tried to pull his
hand out, but because it was trapped tightly between her thighs he
only succeeded in fingering her twat even more. Finally his fingers
were tickling her too much, and she was forced to open her legs.
"Okay, I'm IT, and I'm coming after you, but you'd better not have any
clothes on!" Janie shouted from under the blankets. James was still
in a trance from touching the first pussy ever, but then realized he
was supposed to be playing a game, and ran off down the hall. He
didn't have to think too hard of the right hiding place, Janie had
showed him, and he headed straight for his bedroom and under his
sheets. He folded up into a fetal position, pulled the sheet over his
head and waited.
Janie was having the best time of her life, and somehow, having James
so unsure of himself made her feel that much more in control. She
knew he would head for his bedroom and there was a tingling sensation
throughout her body thinking of what she and James were about to do
together. Strolling down the hall Janie noticed something cool and
wet dripping between her legs, and just then she realized her pussy
was oozing before it had hardly been touched. I really am growing up
now, she thought, and I bet it won't be too long before I'm ready to
go all the way with some boy.
When she got to James' bedroom, sure enough, there he was hiding
under his sheets, his feet sticking out from the bottom. "I wonder
where he could be," she said out loud, pretending to talk to herself.
"There's a lump in the bed there, under the sheets, I wonder if that
could be him," she said, and walking to the edge of the bed, she slid
her hand up under the sheet. He was on his side facing her, and had
his legs drawn up to his chest. "Could this be him?" she mused, as
she drew her hand over his hip and down between his cheeks. At the
first touch of her hand on his bare behind, James shot his legs out
straight, stiffening his body but exposing his hard little cock to
the nine year old girl's hand. Seeing that he was still on his side
she reached further in and finally touched the boy's cock. No one had
ever touched his penis, in a sexual way, not even himself, and James
was fast becoming very frightened at the rush of feelings exploding
thru his body.
"This might be him, but I can't tell for sure," Janie whispered to
herself, and grabbed his stiff penis with a firm hand. "Could this
be.. no, I don't think this is his.. his.. his penis! That's it! This
is your penis James Sutton, and it's just as hard as Herbie's ever
gets! Wow, I guess you're IT again," she said but still holding on to
James' penis.
James was speechless, and thought he was going to faint at any
moment, and she wasn't letting go of his penis. In fact, now she was
holding it, and squeezing it gently, moving her grip from the top to
the bottom of his shaft. He was still covered by the sheets and
couldn't have moved if someone had yelled "FIRE!" and he was glad
that she had left him covered.
"Do you still want to play," she asked sensing that James was in some
kind of trance. "I guess not, so I'll just get in under the sheet
too, just for a few minutes, before I have to go home." With that she
lifted one edge of the sheet, crawled in, and pulled the sheet back
over both of them.
"Was that fun or what?" she said to James. Seeing he was still too
embarrassed, or excited, to speak, Janie took the lead, as she had
for most of the evening. Pulling James' hand away from his penis she
placed his hand between her own legs, right against her wet bald
mound, and gently closed her legs around it. "Just do whatever you
want to do, I don't mind. In fact I want you to," she whispered in
his ear. With his hand firmly on her slit she placed her own hand
around his still stiff cock, and pressed it into her stomach. James
followed her lead and began touching and feeling in her little wet
hole, astonished at the slippery feel there. There was nothing but
the feel and smell of heathen debauchery in little James' bed just
then, but there was no thought of his parents or what they might say.
There was only this girl, and the feelings she had caused, right
then, frightening, yet thrilling to those seldom-used neurons that
threatened to explode at any time now. He began to shake.
Janie had masturbated her brother many times, and it had become almost
routine to her when he would come into her bedroom at night. But the
thrill of holding the hard penis of this younger boy right now, who
had never felt the touch of a girl, and never felt the rush of an
orgasm, was more exciting to her than all the times with her brother
put together.
She felt his fingers digging into her little pussy, and it hurt her a
bit, but she didn't stop him. Her brother had busted through her
cherry with his fingers months ago, so this was not all that bad.
Besides, she knew what was about to happen to this young boy. She
knew he was about to explode. And she knew she was the cause of it
all...
James stiffened his body as Janie tightened her grip. His breathing
became labored and then all of a sudden he stopped breathing all
together.
"Oh, I don't know.. Janie, I .. I don't know what's happening..to
me.."
"It's okay, James, just let it happen, it happens to Herbie like this
too, and he says it's the best feeling in the whole wide world!"
Janie quickly answered, and held him tight around his waist with one
arm, while holding and stroking up and down on his penis with her
other hand. "Just let it come, let it come..." and very soon it did.
James had the first orgasm of his very young life, and it had been at
the hands of a pre-teen girl. James would be forever grateful to all
nine, ten, and eleven year old girls, and he had a chance to show his
gratitude with a brand new class of girls....
To be continued...
End of BEGINNINGS, Chapter One.
BEGINNINGS...
Chapter Two
The Truth About Rachel...
As James Sutton read off the roll for his fifth grade history class
he thought about one of his students in particular, little Rachel
Jacobs, a very cute but extremely shy little girl. She had started
this year completely new to the area and in the three weeks since
school began had not seemed to make any friends. James was worried
because she didn't seem to pay attention in class at all and he knew
her grades from her previous school and test results showed she was a
highly intelligent child, so what was different here?
The roll ended and he gave the class a chapter to read before
discussion and questions, while they were reading he paid close
attention to Rachel to see if she was even reading the assigned work.
At least the girl appeared to be, so he set about thinking on the
possible problems and reasons for her lack of interest in this new
school. For a fleeting moment he wondered if it might have been due to
problems in the home, and what sort of problems she might have
endured.
After 20 minutes he asked if everyone had read the material and then
began to answer the students' questions and demonstrate the solutions
on the board. The kids all grabbed their books and made ready to
leave as soon as the bell rang but James had decided to keep Rachel
after class...
"Rachel I'd like to speak with you so please remain seated," and he
smiled at the girl hoping to relax her. She nodded and stayed in her
seat wondering what she'd done wrong.
James shut the door as soon as all the other students were out and
went and sat on a desk near the girl. As he sat down he realized that
he'd never really noticed just how cute this young child was. She was
definitely a pretty girl, kinda small for her age but very cute. She
had light blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a delightfully
girlish little body. As far as he could see, her breasts were as yet
undeveloped, but that only added to her youthful innocence. Most of
the other girls in her class also had not started developing very
much so she couldn't embarrassed by that. So why wasn't she making
friends here?
"OK Rachel why don't you tell me why you never seem to pay attention
in my class?"
The girl looked down at her desk trying to think of what to say when
the man spoke again. "I've seen your grades and test scores Rachel,
you are the brightest girl in any of my classes and yet you will fail
this class if you don't start trying.... So what is the problem?"
Rachel looked up at her teacher. His tall stature, pleasing smile,
and athletic build, made him a "hunk" in the eyes of all the girls of
her class. Her face flushed as she looked at him, and James thought
he was beginning to understand the problem. It wouldn't be the first
time an adolescent girl had a crush on him as her teacher. He knew he
was an attractive man and that a lot of the girls here in the school
talked about him. The girls were at that age when some of them were
beginning to explore their sexuality, and very competitive about it.
At first he had just tried to ignore all the pre-teen giggling and
whisperings behind his back, and he honestly wanted to avoid any
thoughts of the kind that had gotten him in trouble before. He needed
this job and couldn't afford to lose it, no matter how strong his
attraction for the little nymphs sitting in front of him might be.
But looking into the eyes of this beautiful but shy young creature,
he felt the first stirrings of his deep dark nature that he so badly
needed to suppress.
But Rachel was hiding even deeper secrets and fears within her young
mind. She was attracted to her teacher, but in fact, he was the first
and only male she had ever had sexual feelings for. Rachel was not
without sexual feelings all together... she had been having strange
feelings recently in gym classes.. for her own girl classmates, seeing
them in the showers or changing clothes in the locker room. At first
she just ignored her feelings, and as her interest in other girls
increased she began to fear that she would be teased and ridiculed if
anyone found out about her feelings. She thought she was the only one
who had these feelings and was very afraid for anyone to know.
However, when she had heard the other girls laughing and snickering
about their new male teacher, she found herself strangely attracted
to him, and this made her feel very good. It meant that she was *not*
weird and maybe even "normal" to be attracted to a man, and not just
to her girl classmates.
"You're still only 11, aren't you Rachel?" James asked carefully,
interrupting her day-dreaming.
The girl nodded and blushed again, making her the picture of cuteness
to the teacher.
James reached over and touched the girl's arm intending to let her
know he understood how she felt and help her relax, but she only
turned redder and he had to find out why. He could sense a conflict
in this cute young thing, and a conflict within himself as well. He
wanted to help her, as any concerned teacher would, but his closeness
to her was becoming a problem for him. He was getting aroused and
trying to hide it from her but he had made it worse by touching her.
Rachel was surprised at her reactions to being this close to Mr.
Sutton. She was embarrassed allright, she had a crush on her teacher
and was confused at recent happenings in her life. She had been very
excited in gym class earlier today when she had been doing floor
exercises with her classmates. Those familiar feelings of arousal at
seeing the girls near-naked, had kept her feeling like she usually
did around girls: hot! But now, only two hours later, here she was
getting turned on by the touch of her male teacher. Could it be that
she was normal after all? God, she hoped so. Not that it was normal to
have sexy feelings for a grown-up, she thought, but at least it was
better than hiding her feelings for her classmates. And all the other
girls liked him too, so what could be so bad about it?
To make matters worse, just Mr. Sutton's hand on her arm was causing
those nice tingling sensations she had been having in her panties to
feel better and better, until she thought she might pee on herself at
any minute.
James could see her shuddering in her chair at his touch and pulled
his hand back hoping that would ease her tension, but the girl was
flushed in the face anyway. All kinds of strange things had been
happening to her lately and she had no understanding of them at all!
Talk about screwing her life up! Her emotions were all tangled up and
seemed to revolve around that place between her legs that she was
just beginning to discover. Rachel had been thinking about how she
had felt in gym class that morning; how she thought her panties had
gotten wet when she was watching the girls in the shower; and how
much she had wanted to touch herself down there...
And then after class, she had thought about her history teacher, Mr.
Sutton, and whether the rumors she had heard about him were true.
She had overheard one of the seventh grade girls saying that her
mother had told her that Mr. Sutton had left his other school
because of allegations he molested one of his students there. All the
other girls had said they didn't believe it was true, and eventually
even the girl whose mother had told her, admitted that it must have
been a lie. They all liked Mr. Sutton and refused to believe
something like that about him. But then one girl said that if he
wanted to "molest" her, she would sure let him. And that was just
what Rachel was thinking, too.
With the touch of her teacher's hand upon her the girl shuddered and
felt those tingles once more sending delightful waves through her
small body. Rachel was very confused, because no one had ever taken
the time to explain what was happening to her body, or the changes
that the onset of adolescence were bringing. She was confused, but
very turned on too, and decided that if she was ever going to find
out about sex, maybe she could trust Mr. Sutton to explain some
things to her. Her mother never did, and only told her that it was
wrong and evil to have "dirty" thoughts about boys.
James realized something was really wrong with this little girl,
and for a moment he wondered if she might be running a fever or
something.
"Rachel are you OK?" he asked.
She started to nod, then looked up at him, embarrassed but determined
to find some answers for herself. "Mr. Sutton, I don't know what's
wrong with me. Maybe it's just my moods sometimes, but I've been
getting some real strange feelings lately, and I don't have anybody
to talk to about it. I can't talk to my mother about anything these
days, she's too wrapped up with her new boyfriend, and I can't seem
to make any friends here, to talk to about certain things."
She averted her eyes again, blushing crimson, and James asked her
quietly, "What sort of "strange feelings", Rachel? I want you to
trust me and tell me whatever you want. Nothing we talk about will go
beyond this classroom. It's just between you and me, okay?"
That was what she was hoping to hear from Mr. Sutton. She knew he was the
kind of grownup a young girl could trust with her innermost feelings, and
she desperately needed such a person. "Well, I hope you won't think I'm
some kind of sex-nut, Mr. Sutton, but I've been having these funny
feelings down here, at the strangest times, and I don't know what it
means. Nobody has ever talked to me about that kind of stuff so I don't
know if there's something wrong with me or not." She had pointed down to
the crotch area of her plaid school skirt, and this was causing James'
pants to become awfully constricting.
"Go on, Rachel, tell me what kind of feelings you've been having,"
he said, in his most calming voice.
"Well, I know you're going think I'm strange when I tell you this,
but.. I think I might be a "lesbo", or at least that's what I've
heard some of the girls call it. I think I might like girls, Mr.
Sutton, and I don't know if that makes me weird or what. When I see
them in gym class or in the locker room taking showers, I get
excited down here, and it starts to tingle and I want to touch some
of them, or myself, and I know that's wrong, but I can't help it,
and.." she stumbled over her words, on the verge of tears. "And a few
days ago, there was this one girl that I was talking to, and we went
into the shower.. Oh, Mr. Sutton, I don't know what's wrong with me!
I think I'm a freak, or something!"
"Now, now Rachel, don't get upset. You're not a freak at all. What you
are feeling is perfectly normal for a lot of girls when they get to
your age. Their hormones are beginning to develop, and your sexuality
is trying to express itself. You just have to let it happen, don't
repress it, within reason, and continue to explore your feelings
until you know who you are. Whatever happens, these unsure times will
pass, and years from now you'll look back on these times and have a
good laugh about it all. If, in the months and years to come, you
discover that you do like women, then that's who and what you are,
and it's nothing to be ashamed of." He was trying to assuage her
fears at being unsure about herself, to let her know that whatever
she felt, she should let it happen. He was beginning to think that
she *was* a lesbian, so what she said next came as a complete
surprise to him.
"But Mr. Sutton, it's not that simple.. I mean, I think I like
girls.. but lately I've been having dreams about.. about.." She
didn't think she could go on with her "true confessions", and she
wanted to chicken out. But looking up at him, she saw the kindness
and even tenderness in his eyes, and she was encouraged to spill it
all out. "Mr. Sutton, I've been having dreams about you! You and me,
together and you were touching me and everything!" There, it was out
and now she wanted to sink through the floor.
James was shocked. In the beginning he had suspected she had a crush
on him but then when she had described her attraction to the girls in
her gym class, he assumed that was her problem. Now it seemed he was
her problem too! When being a lesbian was the reason for her
attention-deficiency in class, his own neuroses had taken a back seat.
If she was interested in other girls then she wouldn't want him to
mess around with her. But now, it seemed she wanted him and her
classmates. And she really was feeling something, sitting there with
him like this, her hands tight in her lap, her legs spread slightly
and swinging off her chair. Now he was getting aroused all over again
and his cock was harder than ever.
"So what you're saying is that you don't know what to think about your
feelings, is that right Rachel? You think you like other girls but
you have been dreaming about me, as well?"
The girl looked down to her lap, and nodded. She was feeling worse
than before now, and wished she could disappear. Yet with her hands
in her lap she could feel the warmth there, and the feelings between
her legs were getting stronger, making her dizzy with yearning. James
thought about her predicament, and his own, for a moment. Should he
jeopardize his new job? Did he dare give in to his life-long
predilection for pre-adolescent girls, that had begun when he was
only eleven himself? Looking at her, he saw, and felt, the fear and
the need in her eyes, and he knew what he was going to do.
"You really do like me, don't you Rachel?" She nodded again still looking
down at her feet feeling the wetness in her panties and afraid that
somehow he would know. "Do you want me to help you find out more about
yourself and what your body is really telling you?" Almost instantly
Rachel's whole body seemed to relax, and a glimmer of hope appeared on her
face. She couldn't speak just then, but nodded her head vigorously up and
down.
James got up and went over to lock the door to the classroom, thankful
that he had an inside room with no windows! Getting back over to Rachel
he pulled her up out of her seat, lifting her under her armpits, and
gently rested her on the top of his big desk, her feet dangling over the
sides. He looked down at her knee-high socks, and her skirt hem falling
half-way up her slim thighs, wondering what was to happen now, feeling
like he should run away with shame. But in his deepest heart he knew that
he did not have what it takes to walk away from this temptation.
"Rachel I know this is hard to answer but I have to know, if I'm going to be
able to help you. Now, do you feel a tingling feeling down between your legs
when you think about me?" he asked her.
"Yes, Mr. Sutton, a tingling feeling and it starts to get kinda wet, too.
Is that bad?"
"No, Rachel, not at all. It's very normal in fact. Now why don't you tell
me what your dream with you and me was about, the one where you and I
were doing things together."
She was really embarrassed she had told him about her dreams, but it was
too late to turn back now. "Well, the first time I had it, you were in my
bedroom when I was taking off my clothes and you asked me if you could
help me. And then I said "yes" and you started to pull down my skirt,
then you took off my blouse. Then when you saw that there was a wet spot
on my panties you asked me why they were wet, and I said I didn't know.
And then.. and then you pulled my panties down, and took them off. And I
was standing there in front of you all naked, and then you told me to
turn all the way around so you could look at me. And I did, and you said
you liked my body with no clothes on."
"That sounds like a very believable dream, Rachel. I'm sure I would like
your body very much.. if I ever saw it.. like that. Now, does that happen
to you when you're awake, that your panties get wet when you think
certain thoughts?" he asked, knowing that this conversation was exciting
her as much as him.
"Oh, yes, a lot recently. Especially in the showers with the other girls.
And even when I'm in your class, and I start daydreaming about some dream
I had the night before.."
"I see. Tell me Rachel, are your panties wet now?" Rachel looked up at
him, then quickly looked back down. Would he get he mad at her if she
told him "yes"?
Rachel nodded and said, "Yes," very softly, "and more than ever, I don't
think they've ever been as wet as they feel like now. I'm so embarrassed,
Mr. Sutton, but please don't tell my mom, or anyone else. I wouldn't
be able to face my mother." Seeing her head hanging down and
appearing on the verge of tears, James' lust was softened by a sudden
wave of pity for this helpless child, her embarrassment plain to see.
What she was feeling was as normal as growing up, but she had no way
of knowing that. NO one had ever told her the real facts of life.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of honey, it happens to girls your
age, don't let it bother you, OK?" Rachel nodded. "I'm very flattered
that such a beautiful young lady would find me attractive." James
said hoping to help the girl relax and understand that she was, after
all, "normal".
Going up to his desk and getting some Kleenex out of it he told
Rachel, "We need to get you cleaned up, can't have you going back
to the classroom with wet panties, can we? Just take these and
stuff them in your panties and they'll soak up any of the.. the
wetness." James was so hard he could hardly walk, but he wanted this
girl to feel comfortable and sure about whatever was going to happen.
But Rachel felt that Mr. Sutton was indeed a man she could trust, and
possibly someone who would help her find out the things she wanted to
know. So she decided, in that instant, to take this meeting one more
step. "Mr. Sutton, there's something else that's bothering me, too.
I've seen some of those other girls in the shower and they all seem
to have at least some hair down there. But I don't have any at all. I
think there's something wrong with me. I might have some disease
that won't let my body develop like normal girls. How could anybody
want to look at my little baby body, compared to those other girls?
Do you think there's something wrong with me? .." James was about
to reassure her again that she was very normal but before he
could say it she went on, "Would you do something for me?"
"Of course, my child, what is it?" he replied.
"Would you think I was bad if I asked you to look at me and tell me if
there's anything wrong with me.. down there? I mean you are a
grown-up and a teacher, so you probably know about these things,
don't you?"
Remembering that he had locked his classroom, he gently nodded to the
girl, in his most fatherly manner, telling her that he would be
happy to look at her if she wanted him to. And with that she reached
down and pulled her short skirt up to her waist, holding it there for
a second. James stared at the little girl's underpants, noticing how
juvenile they were. Nothing fancy or sexy on this girl, these panties
were plain white cotton, worn thin by too many washings, and
mis-shapened by the heat and moisture of her little-girl juices.
The girl looked at her teacher's eyes, and seeing the lust there made her
turn red but she didn't stop. James knew he wanted to see this girl's
cunny and knew also he shouldn't be feeling these things he was
feeling about this girl, but there was no doubt in his mind either
that he would do it! As she grabbed the waist-band at the top of her
panties he looked up and saw that the girl was now completely red and
had closed her eyes. Damn but she looks like an angel, James thought
to himself.
Then as she started to pull this last garment off, she had another wild
thought. With her voice barely above a whisper she said, "Would you take
them the rest of the way off?" Without a word he stepped to her side and
put his hands at her waist.
Rachel felt the hands on her bare skin above her waist and closed her
eyes. She wanted him to do this but there was still some embarrassment
about him seeing her this way. She got really excited as he rubbed along
her skin. Then his fingers went into the waistband of her panties and
she felt him slide them down over her hips and gasped knowing she was
about to be completely open to his eyes.
James was pleased as he saw the girl's small mound being exposed, inch
by agonizing inch, and seeing her this way made him gulp in
anticipation. When he began to see the girl was hairless on her pubic
region, that turned him on even more. As he pulled further down her
hips he noticed the inside crotch of the wet panties was stuck in her
crack and as a result the panties turned inside out. Fearing they
would sting her if they snapped out he reached in to slip them out of
her moist folds and in so doing grazed his knuckles across her
sensitive vulva lips. The feeling was like molten velvet to James and
with only heroic effort was he able to suppress his own gigantic
orgasm from erupting.
"Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you," he said to her, hoping
she wouldn't run out screaming or freak out in some other way.
"That's okay, Mr. Sutton. Do you see any thing strange down there, I
mean, different from other girls?"
"Well Rachel, I'm not really qualified to say, since the last time I
saw a girl your age naked, I was your age, too." This was a lie of
course, but he couldn't admit anything to her, not yet anyway. "But from
what I can see you look very normal to me. Just like I expect any eleven
year old girl would look. I know there are some girls who develop a
little faster than you, but I wouldnt worry about that. You look
absolutely beautiful to me, and I'm sure you'll start getting hair
down there real soon. In fact," he said, leaning in for a closer
look, "I think I see a few light-colored strands down here already.
Let me see.." As he spoke he squatted on his knees, and with one hand
on her hip to steady her (and himself), he rubbed the thumb of his
other hand across the smooth puffy lips of her mound. "Yes, Rachel,
you are getting a few hairs! They're real faint, but I can see them.
Honest!"
At first Rachel could hardly believe what she had heard, since she
really was afraid she was way slower than her classmates in
developing into a woman. Then her joy at being normal gave way to
intense excitement as she felt her teacher stroke smoothly across her
tender mound. He was touching her only with his thumb, softly
running it up and down on either side of her short slit, feeling
for the first time the touch of an other person there.
James didn't stop after his initial touching expedition. Seeing that
she wasn't repelled or angry at his touches, he kept rubbing on the
area, now sliding his other hand around to her front and used both
thumbs on that delicate, and now very wet, mound. Spreading her tiny
lips apart, James now saw what had soaked her panties. Rachel was so
excited, that her slit was actually dripping, and oozing more as her
teacher peeled open her vulva flower. James was driven by the
emotions of the moment, but still enough in control of his senses to
know that he didn't want to risk overwhelming the young girl, no
matter how turned on she seemed to be.
"Yes, Rachel, there's no question in my mind that you are a very
normal young lady. I can see that by the fluid your vagina is
secreting right now. That shows that you are entering puberty and
becoming a young woman."
Rachel was embarrassed again, but not as much as before since her
teacher was so understanding. He would never make fun of her, she was
convinced, and even though he now knew her deepest secret, she felt
she could trust him. James slid his thumbs along her crack a few more
times, noticing the thin wisps of hairs above it. The girl's shiny
pubic area was barely distinguishable but for a slight sheen to it,
and an almost invisible line parting the two puffy halves.
Looking up again he saw Rachel was breathing heavily and staring
at him with half closed eyes. "Are you OK Rachel? he asked carefully
with a tinge of lust in his voice.
"Yes... I'm just nervous Mr. Sutton.... You sure it's okay what's happening
down there?" the girl asked in a hushed voice.
"No honey, you're OK. Like I said, you are normal. Just relax and I'll
clean you up OK?"
"Yes sir..." She answered weakly. She tried to sound calm, but the
truth was that Rachel was more excited just then than she had ever
been before. Her teacher's hands were bringing her to the brink of a
frightening orgasm.
James started to wipe around between her legs with the Kleenex and he
desperately wanted to do more. Being this close to the very young,
very naked, and obviously very hot, girl, he was tempted to throw
caution to the winds and stick his face up against her loins. But
again his better judgment took control and so he just continued
to wipe her up between her legs, down the insides of her thighs,
and through those sweet-looking lips. But even though he was
deciding not to do anything too aggressive, his simple strokes to
the girl were having a drastic effect on Rachel. She was moaning under
his careful ministrations and rocked a little unsteadily as bliss
overtook her. As he bunched the Kleenex together and wiped one long
stroke through her canal, he felt her stiffen up, and as she clenched
her legs tight on his hand, she shuddered through a powerful orgasm.
Rachel's head was thrown back and her whole body shuddered as she
came on her teacher's hand. Her knees got weak and she thought she'd
fall but James held her small body up with one hand while she spasmed
her crotch on his other. As she began to return to normal Rachel
opened her eyes again and smiled weakly, but blankly into space. She
was a very content girl now. Having the best sexual experience of her
very young life, with the man whom she so completely adored she was
"satisfied" beyond belief! She heard him talking to her but didn't
know what he was saying, her bliss filling her utterly as she pulled
her underpants back up, holding her skirt bunched up above her
waist...
"Rachel? Did you hear me?"
She looked down smiling and shook her head. "No sir I'm sorry."
"I said I'm glad to be able to help you with these kinds of matters,
and I know it can be tough when you're growing up with no one to talk
to. But you have to remember you can't say anything about this to
anyone, understand?"
She nodded, "Yes, Sir, I understand that..." She was red-faced again,
blushing as he kissed her on her belly above her panties and then
she dropped her skirt.
"If you want to meet me here after school maybe we can talk more
about the things you've been feeling..." James said, not believing
he'd said it, but knowing full well he wanted to move this adorable
girl to another level in her sex education.
"Really?!" Rachel exclaimed. She was excited at the thought of
further exploring what she had done today. "I can call my mom and
tell her I have to get some help with my assignments, but what time
would I be able to get home?" She was trembling now as pictures of
more "assignments" ran through her mind.
"Where do you live?" James asked. After she told him he was even more
excited as this gorgeous young girl lived only a couple blocks from
him! He could arrange many things under those conditions, and knew he
wanted to badly. "Meet me here after last bell and we'll go from
there Rachel, tell your mom I said I'd make sure you get home as soon
as possible OK?" he smiled at the girl as he stood up and ran one
hand through her soft hair.
Rachel nodded and smiled happily. "OK, I'll be here as soon as I get
my stuff from my locker after my last class!" She was almost bubbly as
Mr. Sutton wrote her a pass to her next class and couldn't wait to
meet him after school!
To be continued...
End of BEGINNINGS, Chapter Two.
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