Chapter 7
Little Emily had really enjoyed the introduction to sex that she had gotten from Henry, but at the same time she still felt that to complete her transformation from a little girl into a woman, an independent sexual success was needed. In short, the delicious little sprite was utterly bent on seducing a man.
The question was, which man? She was afraid that if she made her advances to the wrong one, she would land in trouble, and not accomplish her objective, either. So when all the people who saw her said, "Little Emily looks so thoughtful of late, I wonder what she's thinking of," they certainly would never have guessed that she was mentally sizing up all the men around her, and trying to make her pick.
She didn't tell Melanie about this, either. It was not that her friendship for her had cooled, for in fact, it had not in the slightest. But Emily felt that somehow she had to really score without any help at all on her friend's part, and it was as if she felt that somehow by telling Melanie of what she had in mind, Melanie might help her and ruin the whole thing.
Finally she decided that the best bet was Archibald MacFaddy, the art teacher. He seemed like something of a wild card in the midst of the boring uniformity of the rest of the faculty, though given the rest of the faculty, that wasn't saying much.
What was convenient was that art was the last period two days a week, and that would give her an opportunity to be alone with the man.
So when the big day came, she told Melanie that she would not be coming to the vacant lot that day, for she had other things to do.
She was about to use the same excuse on Miss Gavin, but at the last moment, that had seemed like such a betrayal of trust that she had broken down in tears and told the whole story. She loved Miss Gavin too much to deceive her like that.
Linda had been very understanding, and as she stroked the little girl's hair she had said, "Now darling, it's all right. I think you're doing just exactly the right thing."
"I promise I won't fall in love with Mr. MacFaddy, I promise," Emily said with terrific determination."
In fact, Linda was sure enough of the love that the little girl had for her that she wasn't at all worried on that score. After all, the two of them and Henry and Melanie had practiced all sorts of swap variations and combinations, so that everyone had fucked everyone else at one time or another, but that hadn't changed the emotional nature of the relationships.
Also, in her opinion, MacFaddy was something of a drip, so she didn't feel much competition from that department anyway.
On the big day, Emily waited until all the other pupils had gone, and then she stayed behind with MacFaddy. He noticed that she had a large manila envelope under her arm.
"What is it, Emily?" he asked as he started to clean up the art studio. He liked the little girl, largely because she was really by far the best art pupil in the class.
"I have some more pictures that I did at home," she said, "and I was wondering if I could have your opinion of them."
That flattered the art teacher, so he said, "Of course."
The pictures, which were remarkably good, were all of naked people, mostly naked women, whose cunts were exposed to the onlooker. Some of the pictures showed couples copulating, and in these, there was always an effort to show the prick as it was just about to go in, so that nothing was left to the imagination.
MacFaddy was genuinely surprised, and more than a little taken back. As an artist, he had seen plenty of nude paintings, but none anything like these. In fact, he was so taken back that he didn't notice how the little girl's hand was trembling with nervousness. If MacFaddy didn't "bite", she'd probably be in big trouble.
He was not just taken back, he was sexually aroused. It was true that though she had a lot of talent, much of it was still not developed, but that was beside the point. Not merely were the drawings frankly erotic in nature, but the idea of being shown erotic drawings by an eleven-year-old girl was in itself incredibly exciting.
So, his prick started to twitch, and this meant that little Emily had the battle more than half won. After all, whatever self-control men may possess (and it isn't much) it sort of melts away once the prick starts to erect.
"W-where did you ... what....why?" stammered MacFaddy.
"Do you like them?" Emily said, and as she said it, she gave the most captivating possible flashing of her eye-lashes. MacFaddy gulped again. Emily may have felt the need for proving herself by some kind of independent sexual success, but in fact, nothing on earth could have been less necessary, for anyone could see that she was a hell of a sexy little piece.
"Mr. MacFaddy," she cooed, "do you like my drawings? Do you like me?" and as she said this, she stroked his face with her hand. The hand was trembling a bit, for she was still pretty scared, even though the school was deserted now, and even though it was apparent from the growing lump under the art teacher's pants that he was getting more and more worked up, and less and less able to resist her advances.
Anyway, he was trembling more than she was, so he wasn't able to notice that in fact this little seductress was just a timid little girl.
The sight of that face just got right to him, and since he didn't have the strength of will to tell her to go away, he glanced down to keep from looking at it.
As for wanting to keep from doing anything compromising with a little girl who is out to seduce you, that is just about the worst fucking tactic that you can take, for in almost every case, the girl is likely to have done what Emily had done, namely hitched up her skirt so that the man could see the panties. But in this case, it wasn't just panties that MacFaddy saw, for Emily had slipped hers off just before approaching him with her little portfolio, so he got a good look at her unfledged little cunt.
His hand trembled, and he steered it towards her knee. She gasped, knowing that in not too long, his prick would inevitably be creaming in her little cunt!
Her hand took his and laid it on the knee. And at that moment, as he felt the tender girlish skin, MacFaddy knew that risks or no risks, he just had to have this little girl. His prick was trying to stiffen out, of course, but it was so caught in the underpants that it couldn't, and as it tried to do so, it almost felt as if someone had been punching it or doing something similar.
Emily saw this, and wordless, unfastened the man's belt and unzipped his pants. He was so stunned by everything that had been happening, that he just let her do it.
Her hand was in his underpants in a moment, and she pulled the thing free, as it triumphantly swelled into shape, ready to give the girl what it was that she wanted, namely the feel of hard prick in her little twat.
Suddenly, tired of the passive role that he had been playing up to now, and determined to enjoy the little tease, he pulled her towards him and glued his lips to hers, while furiously frenching away.
That was just what little Emily wanted, too, for she was a super-feminine little girl, and didn't by any means want the man to be in any kind of subordinate role. She believed that the man should be in charge, in the saddle, bucking away to a come with his lusty prick, as he jerks it to its blastoff point, so that it can shoot its creamy man-gobs into the female.
He had her down on one of the tables that were used by the pupils for their art lessons. He was struggling free of his pants, and pulling her dress over her head. Then suddenly a thought struck him.
"Emily," he said, "I'll have to make this a sixty-nine or something, because I'm afraid that I'll hurt you otherwise."
"Oh, Mr. MacFaddy, don't worry about that. I've been fucked before, and there's no trouble of any kind."
Well, that was like a red light to a bull, and he was just about to ram his prick in, when suddenly an impish idea came upon him. After all, he knew from his own experience that in sex, waiting was something great if the waiting consisted of stimulation and foreplay. He reached out and grabbed a paintbrush which was standing in a jar of water, and then dipped it in a jar of gouache that was standing nearby. Gouache is a very thick water-based paint that is mixed from a powder and is often used in school art classes because it is water-soluble and dries very quickly.
Then, after the brush had been thoroughly dunked in purple paint, he started painting Emily's little hairless cunt.
The girl giggled, particularly as the touch of the wet brush on her cunt was really sexy as hell. With deft strokes, he drew a line across the top of her "V" of skin, and then filled it in, so that she had a purple triangle.
"You see," he said with a smile, "you're a big girl after all, so this is all legal."
She giggled again at the idea of having purple cunt-moss, but soon her giggling turned to passionate sighing, for he said quickly, "and as you know, big girls also have some hair between their legs!" And he ran the large, sopping brush over her anxious clit, her delicate labia, everywhere except inside the hole itself. All this water paint would wash off easily enough, but he still felt that it would be best not to paint inside the slit. For the same reason, though he wanted to paint his prick and balls, he didn't do so. And anyway, the gouache, when it dried, would have made lubrication something of a problem.
Emily was laughing wildly. She was certainly having a real sexual experience on her own, there could be no question of that! Another brush had now been dipped in red paint, a bright fire-engine red, and he applied a dab to each nipple.
"Oh, what huge nipples you have Emily!" And then, taking a brush with green paint on it, he wrote in large letters on the little girl's stomach, "Emily is a hot little cunt!"
They were both having a lot of fun, but there is a limit to everyone's self-control, so he didn't even place the gree" brush back in the water-jar, but instead threw it down on the table, and then started putting his prick in the hot little hole.
The playing around had gotten both of them so damned hot that it was a wonder that they didn't go off right away as soon as he began sliding in, but somehow they managed not to. Emily's little painted clit was as hard as a pebble, and MacFaddy's prick pulsated and quivered with its desire to fire its load of come into the sweet little hole that was now open and inviting to him.
I-n-n it went, slowly, bit by bit, for he was somewhat worried about the size of the snatch, even though it turned out that there were no problems of any kind in that department.
Emily gasped as for the second time in her young life she felt a man's meat filling her up, gorging her, cramming itself into her soft little hole. And there was not just physical pleasure in that gasp. There was also the pride that came from the fact that quite independent of Melanie, she had gotten herself some action. In fact, she really felt rather one-up on Melanie, for Melanie had been seduced by Officer Yancy, while it was she who had seduced Mr. MacFaddy.
The prick was all the way in now, and now it was sliding out again. Then back in, and both of them felt wave after wave of passion wash over them, as the prick-skin slid against the wet cunt-skin, and as both cunt and prick tingled with delight at the sliding, slippery contact. The wrenching of the big dick as MacFaddy slammed it in pulled and tugged on the labia, bringing them teasingly over the furiously hard little clit and making it feel like it was some kind of time-bomb that was just about to go off.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! The pace was getting more and more frantic, just as the two participants were getting more frantic. MacFaddy's balls were pulled up against the root of his prick as tight as they could possibly go, while little Emily felt as if every nerve in her body was tied up in knots.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! She gasped and shuddered with the pressure of the big prick as MacFaddy rode her hard and fast. He was a good cocksman, though not used to little girls, and so he gave it to her in much the same way that he did to full sized women. This made the action a bit more painful for Emily than it would otherwise have been, but this sure as hell didn't matter to Emily, for the knowledge that she was being fucked just like a real woman is fucked almost made her slit and clit ache more than did the deep, skilful strokes.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! Cunt trembling with need for cock, hard cock trembling with its need for soft, vulnerable cunt as the sex organs of a male and a female mash together, sliding on their own fuck-lubricant, while they both drive for the shattering release that they both crave! Neither Emily nor MacFaddy any longer knew or cared that they were in the art studio of P.S. 107, where they might quite conceivably be found by the caretaker. All they knew was what their frantic, throbbing organs told them.
Suddenly, a shudder ran through Emily's body, and the knowledge that she was about to get it off was more than enough to enable MacFaddy to do so. He slammed home one final eager stroke, and even as he did so, he felt himself tensing, tensing, and then firing with great heaving squirts, as the vibrating muscles in his prick shot the load from his balls into Emily in deep eager spurts.
"OHHHH!" she gasped as the walls of her trembling cunt felt the pulsations of his rod, and while her own little eleven-year-old twat trembled in the spasms of her bucking, writhing come.
Wham! wham! wham! Organ meshing with organ! Cock and cunt in perfect time as male spunk is shot into an eager sea of cunt-dringle! Wow! Shudder!
And then it was over, and they lay there limp, but giving playful little smiles to one another, while Emily revelled in the feeling of the prick still inside her, as it gradually went soft and spongy.
"Mr. MacFaddy, that was really terrific."
"I'm glad you liked it," he said quite sincerely. In fact, Linda was wrong about him, for he was really a rather nice guy.
"Here," he said, as he finally pulled his tool out of the little mouse's hole, "we'd better get you washed off." And so saying, he led her to the sink where the brushes were washed, and dipping his hand in the flowing water, he started to sponge away the water-paint.
"Mr. MacFaddy," Emily said timidly.
"Yes."
"I have a confession to make. I don't love you. I used you."
She was so solemn and serious as she said that that he managed to repress his natural desire to laugh good-naturedly. After all, he realized, there really is something genuinely touching about a child being concerned about not using another person. As for him, he was enormously relieved to know that Emily didn't love him. He had a pretty free-swinging sex life, and he didn't want to have to worry about the emotional involvement of a little girl. After all, who could tell where such an involvement might lead, particularly as Emily would be a rather easy little girl to fall in love with. He certainly hoped that he could continue to get inside her, though, for sex with little girls is one of those things that one doesn't want to have to do without, once one gets a taste of it.
"Emily," he said with a smile, "love is a wonderful thing, but sex can be wonderful too. How could I feel 'used' when you have just given me such a wonderful fuck?"
At this the child's eyes brightened, now that she knew that there was nothing that she should feel guilty about.
"Whom do you love?" he asked, as he continued to run his wet hand over her little twat, rubbing off the last vestiges of the paint.
"Miss Gavin," she said confidentially. She knew that he was as compromised as Miss Gavin was, so that he could never use the information against her, and anyway, since he had seemed like such a nice guy, she wanted to tell him to show that she wasn't holding any secrets back.
By now the nipples and the cunt were completely free of any paint, but he kept rubbing her there anyway, and the result was that both of them were starting to get pretty damn cranked up again.
"Do you have to be home yet, or do we have time to do something else nice together?" he asked.
"If we're quick it'll be okay. I wouldn't want mommy to worry!"
"Okay, then, we don't have time to thrash around on the table, so let's just go to work on each other's meat and see how fast we can get each other off."
Since his hand was already down there, he just had to continue working away with it, but as a new wrinkle, he kept alternating hands, putting one under the faucet just before replacing the other and with it, as if he were still washing the cunt. And to make it all the kinkier, he was alternating hot and cold water, too, so that at one moment her little cunt would feel all warm, and at the next, it would be giving delicious little shudders with the cold, while the little girl gasped in delight at the sexy love-play.
As for her, she already had her hand on his prick, and was rubbing it in long, hard strokes squeezing and pulling so that ring after ring of pleasure seemed to burn up it into his balls.
Slop! slop! slop! The strange water-feel went on, with MacFaddy pretending that he was washing her cunt.
"We want you to be a nice clean little girl, don't we," he asked playfully.
She giggled at that while the hand stroked away with the alternating hot and cold water mingling with the cunt juices that were flowing from her little hole. He slid a wet finger up her cunt, and said, "Now, we don't want any nasty male spunk up there, do we?"
"Oh, Mr. MacFaddy," she giggled. "You know that there's nothing nasty about male spunk. I wish I could have it up my cunt all the time!"
"When you get just a tiny bit older, Emily, I assure you that you would find it extremely inconvenient to always have male spunk in your twat."
She was a bright child, and knew exactly what he was talking about. It made her feel very sexy to think about how it wouldn't be too long before she was capable of engendering babies.
MacFaddy's hand prodded and poked and pulled away at the little cunt in the most teasing and tantalizing fashion. MacFaddy was something of a swinger, and he had had plenty of chance to practice his techniques in manipulation on older girls, though he had to admit that it was twice as much fun on this cute little mouse.
He understood perfectly what a girl wants down there, namely variety. At one moment he would be parting the labia with his fingers, at another, pinching them shut. One instant he would be as tender as could be, and at another, he would be giving slightly painful little jabs that were no less delicious for the fact that they were painful. His finger would slide into the cunt, as far as it could go, and then it would press out insistently against the cuntwalls, so that little Emily shuddered with the pleasure that he was giving her.
Most of all, he knew how to handle clit. He started off with quite a bit of attention to the tiny fun-button, and then, as it got more and more worked up, he eased off it a bit, both to keep the child from coming too soon, and because he wanted her to feel the tense longing to be touched there again, for if handled properly, sexual deprivation and frustration can be sexy indeed.
But now, her eager squeezes had him good and tense, and he could tell by the feel in his prick that it wouldn't be too long till it was blasting off. So now, gradually, he started bringing the clit back into action more and more, so that the little girl could hardly stand the alternation of hot and cold water, and the alternation of gentle and not-so-gentle squeezes on her button.
She was fantastic herself though, for a child who was only eleven. She had had practice with Officer Yancy, a fact which MacFaddy didn't know, but it wasn't really practice beating a man off, though of course she had certainly felt the traffic cop's prick.
She understood perfectly how to "play" a man, and apparently understood it by instinct. She would build the pressure up until it was thoroughly unbearable, and then she would slack off a bit. But when she slacked off, that didn't just mean leaving the swollen cock alone. It meant doing something nice with it like batting it gently from side to side with her fingers, or tickling and playing with the balls. And then, she would somehow sense that she could go back to work, and once again he would feel the insistent pressure, the soft squeezing that was made all the more sexy by the fact that the hand was only half the size of that of a grown woman.
He was about to come now, he knew it, and he also knew that she was not far from her blast off too, for a woman gets a certain kind of special tension in her body that warns the man when she's about to rip off.
He gave the clit a hard little pinch, and that set the child off as suddenly as a light goes on when one flips a switch. And it was a good thing, too, for he felt the final tensing in his balls and cock, and then the big rod was spurting forth its load in big, creamy gobs that shot into the air and came down mostly on her hand.
There was something incredibly sexy about the feeling of the girl coming on his hand, which he kept rammed up in there right against the pussy, while he spasmed himself, his prick giving pulse after pulse in order to send his maleness shooting clear.
"Emily," he gasped, as the last drop dribbled down his now-softening prick, "that was really a hell of a lot of fun. I know that you're in love with Miss Gavin, but would you like to think over having some fun with me from time to time?"
One thing was sure, and that was that after this first tantalizing pedophilic experience, he sure wasn't about to give up on sex with little girls, and it would be a lot safer with someone like Emily, who was already willing, than it would be to try and seduce some little girl whom he didn't know was really all that keen.
"Sure, Mr. MacFaddy, as long as Miss Gavin doesn't mind, for of course it's wrong to cheat on someone when you're in love," she said, licking the spunk off her hand.
And by this time Miss Gavin had gotten liberal minded enough not to mind a bit.