Chapter 11

Irene returned home that afternoon to find a message from Mr. Allen. He found the number in the phone book and called Irene's parents.

The young teacher told her that Irene was supposed to come to his apartment to pick up some work for school, and that she had never arrived. He asked if Mrs. Whittier would remind Irene to come over and get the work. He gave her the address and told her mother to make sure she came over to get the work before it got too late.

Mrs. Whittier said she would definitely tell Irene, and left a message for the young girl to go to his apartment immediately.

Irene was overjoyed. She wanted to be lucked by Mr. Allen more than anyone else in the world, and hoped that it was for that reason he had called. She grabbed the address and ran from the house. She had to take a bus to his apartment and in just twenty minutes she was there. She ran up the steps and knocked on his door.

Mr. Allen opened the door, smiling when he saw Irene standing there. They said their hellos, then Mr. Allen picked her up, lifting her from the ground and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"I've missed you, Irene,' he whispered.

"Well, I've missed you, too." she told him.

"I called earlier this afternoon, but your mother said you were out. Damn, it's already six-thirty in the evening, and I've been going crazy waiting for you to return to me."

"Did you really miss me that much?" she asked in surprise that a man could really be so attracted to such a young girl.

"I experience an erection every time I think of you. This morning I was thinking of you and I had to jerk myself off."

"It sounds weird," she said, as she let her hands slide down his back and into his pants.

"Let's make love," Mr. Allen suggested.

Without any answer, Irene freed herself from his grip and quickly stripped. She stopped the teacher from taking off his clothes. "I want to do it for you," she told him. Removing each piece one at a time, she lingered for a long time on the area she exposed.

Finally, she removed his shorts, exposing the still cock. .She took it into her mouth and rested her body alongside of his. Irene sucked on the cock for a very long time, teasing it rather than trying to excite it. Mr. Allen was coining up very slowly, and after a half hour, the cock was begging for release.

"Finish it," he begged.

Irene began to work furiously on the head of the cock, moving her head in a fucking motion,, which caused the cock to rub against her tongue and the hard palate. Suddenly, the organ began to spurt and spurt and spurt. Scum poured from the cock, shooting faster than Irene could swallow. It seemed to the young girl that the cock would never stop shooting, as more scum spurted out. The salty, bitter taste in her mouth made her groin ache, but she could not have another orgasm. She fought it and was successful.

As soon as Irene released the cock from her mouth, Mr. Allen wished to fuck her. Although she didn't want to do it, she felt obligated to the man she loved.

After the ejaculation into her cunt, Mr. Allen rolled over, taking Irene with him. His cock was still inside her body, and they lay there with Irene on top of her teacher.

"You know," began Mr. Allen. "I really think I'm starting to fall in love with you."

She glanced into his eyes, and he looked as if he was serious.

"I really mean it, Irene. I do love you. I love you so much that all of a sudden I don't give a shit about anything in the world except you. I want to live with you forever and ever. I want to have you every day and make love to you a dozen times a day. You'll be mine, and no one else will have you, and no one else will have me.

"Yesterday," he continued, "when you told me that you hadn't had your period, I got scared and told you to luck with your brother and cousins and shit. I wanted you to get it from them, also. That way, if you really were pregnant, the blame wouldn't fall on me because I would tell you any time a girl fucked with a relative, she would automatically become pregnant. You would have believed me. I know you would have. Now I wish I hadn't told you that, and hope you didn't do it...."

"I did," interrupted Irene. "I did it with my brother all day yesterday, and then today I got it from four different guys between the ages of twelve and seventeen."

"But ... but did you really enjoy it with them?"

"I enjoyed it, I guess. It felt good and exciting and stuff, but it felt different then when I did it with you. Anyway," she continued, "your cock is a hell of a lot bigger and it feels better going in."

"My cock!" he laughed as he kissed her passionately on the lips. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you one hell of a lot."

"But there's nothing we can do about it. Not really. I mean, you're twenty-two and I'm only fourteen years old. I'd marry you tomorrow if I could, but it's impossible."

"It may be impossible for us to marry each other, but there's nothing stopping us from living together."

"How can we live together? My parents would never understand why I'm coming over here so much...."

"I'm not talking about having your parents know. The only way we can do it is if we run away together someplace and just live together.

"We can't do that. I mean, how could you explain it to people why we're living together? What could we tell them?"

"We could tell them that, that ... you and I are brother and sister or something like that."

"But where would we live? What would we live on?"

"I don't know where we'd live. Maybe we could move out to a small town out in the Midwest. I could easily get a job doing something, and you could keep on going to school, but that way you'd come home every night and find me there waiting for you and we could make love whenever we want. No one would ever bother us...."

"But I think they would. They would know your game and they would know what we look like. You'd never be able to get a job."

"Okay, then. We have to do it another way. If I only had enough money saved up we....Wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" Irene asked excitedly.

"You know how those hippies live? On those communes? Everybody lives together, nobody asks any questions. Everything is Just natural. It'll cost very little money to live like that. Only a few dollars a week. All I have to do is save up whatever money I make in the next few months until the school year is over. Then I could sell everything I own and I bet we'd have a few thousand dollars. A few thousand dollars would to a long way on a commune. Maybe a few years. Then I could return, you'd be old enough to get married, and then everything would work out okay. How does it sound to you?"

"It sounds good to me, I guess. I mean, I don't really want to leave home and stuff, but I want to be with you. I want you to love me every day."

"I want it that way too, but the only way we can have it that way Is if we do like I say-especially if you're pregnant."

"Do you think I'm pregnant?"

"I don't know. We'll have to wait a while to see if you have your next period. If you don't, then we'll have to run away anyway, so we might as well make plans for it"

"I guess you're right," she said.

"Will you go away with me? We'll go in only a few months. By that time you'll know definitely whether or not you're pregnant, and we can work from there."

"Will you go with me?" he begged.

Irene didn't know what to tell him. She was confused and a bit scared. Within her, she could feel the soft cock starting to grow inside her. It strained against the sides of her vagina, making it taut.

Mr. Allen was getting excited over the prospect of living with this little girl, and his cock was showing the signs of excitement.

He asked again. "Will you go with me?"

As the cock began to slide in and out of her cunt she knew she had to give him only one answer.

"Alright...." she whispered. "Alright ... I ... I ... will go with you."