Epilogue

There are few facts considered more heinous by the conventionally minded in our society than for an older man or older woman to seek sex with an under-age individual. This has not always been true in all societies, for there are places in the world where it is considered beneficial for a man to teach an inexperienced girl the art and science of fucking, and a youth who is fortunate enough to have an older mistress is lucky indeed ... even in the United States of the nineteen seventies.

Traumatic damage to the psyches of the young people is usually cited as the reason for the prohibition of older/younger sex ... but the cases reported here demonstrate that such is not the case. Not in every instance, at least. Not only are some girls infinitely capable of accepting and enjoying sex with an older man, they actively seek it.

It usually comes as a surprise to those who promulgate the myth of childhood innocence that young girls can and do desire sex with men old enough to be their fathers, but any male teacher who has been in a classroom longer than two weeks will have experienced the circumstance of having to reject the advances of some quite delectable nookie. Some, of course, never reject it, but enjoy the full advanges of screwing their more willing students ... and some never come to the attention of the public.

One such individual, Del B., taught English in a small town in the mountains directly east of San Francisco. During his first year there, he encountered a student named La Verne, a studious sort of girl whose social life was somewhat limited in that she was considered a 'brain' by her fellow students. 'Brains' were social outcasts and were seldom asked out to school dances, the movies, or any of the other limited entertainment facilities the little town offered.

La Verne was, however, a remarkably attractive young girl, if one looked beyond the glasses, the severe hair style, the plain, unadorned clothing she wore. She had a remarkable set of tits, jutting forward and straining tightly against her blouse at all times. Her legs, which Del had had an opportunity to see on a number of occasions as he passed near the girls' athletic field, were long and tapered, and her body seemed to him to be made for the act of love.

But, while Del occasionally enjoyed the fantasy of sex with one or the other of his more desirable students, he hadn't ever translated his fantasy into the real world. Still, La Verne he thought about quite a lot, especially when banging his fat-assed wife at home, on those few occasions when she'd let him near her body. He imagined how tight her little pussy would feel, compared to the great gaping hole his wife offered.

Still, he didn't feel he'd ever want to take the chance of dipping his horny wick into her untried hole, for La Verne was not the kind of chick who gave any hint of sexual desire at all. Unlike some of the other girls who were in Del's classes, she never deliberately spread her legs during a lecture to allow him to see clear up to the crotch of her panties. When he bent over her desk to help her with a knotty grammatical problem, she always modestly held the top of her blouse close to her chest to prevent his being able to look down and see the cleavage of her tits encased in her tight bra. Other girls might, but not La Verne.

And it happened one night near the time of the first long vacation of the year that the faculty had a Christmas party planned in a lodge along a river some miles from the town. Del's wife had gone to visit her mother, leaving behind the two children they had. Del wanted to go to the party, but he had no desire to leave the youngsters alone at night, so he arranged with LaVerne for her to come to his house in Fox Acres and babysit. He told her he'd be out late, he'd have been drinking when he got home, and not to wait up for him. She told him to have a good time, and off he went.

The party was dull, as most such parties are, especially in a faculty composed primarily of married couples with no inclination to swing. Del drank more than he was accustomed to, but not to such excess he couldn't drive the twisting mountain roads home. He got back to his house about one-thirty in the morning, and upon entering was surprised to find La Verne up and waiting for him.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep," he said, smiling at her. "You don't mind very well."

She grinned impishly at him.

"I never learned how," she replied. "Besides, I thought you could use some coffee when you came in."

"You've got coffee made?" he said, and she nodded, scurrying into the kitchen to pour him a cup.

He sat heavily on the couch, drink and long hours having made him weary. She brought the coffee, which he took and placed carefully on the arm of the couch as she sat next to him.

"Did you have a good time at the party?" she asked.

He shrugged.

"Not too," he said. "It's a drag, being around those people all the time."

"Aren't you glad you had me to come home to?"

He looked at her sharply. He was very aware at that moment of her tits, just inches from his chest as they both half-turned on the couch to face each other. Her ripe lips, faintly moist, were within easy kissing distance. All he'd have to do would be lean forward and press his lips against hers. But would she want him that way?

It was a question he has to learn the answer to. No matter what the consequences, he had to know the lush warmth of La Verne's kiss.

But before he could reach for her, she took matters into her own hands and kissed him. She opened her lips and her tongue became a searing probe, forcing his lips open. She began to moan softly as she took his hand and guided it to her breast.

Del's mind clouded sharply then, and everything was forgotten in the haze of passion that filled him. He cupped her mammoth mammary in her hand and rolled it around and around as they clung together tightly in their rising lust. He pressed her back on the couch then, the coffee cup spilling onto the floor unheeded. His body was partly atop her, and he began rubbing his hard cock against her body, impeded by their clothing.

He gently unbuttoned her blouse and spread it back from her gorgeous tits, still in the bra. He buried his face then in her cleavage, inhaling the subtle aroma of aroused girlhood, knowing intuitively at that moment that she wanted him all the way.

"Oh del," she whispered, calling him by his first name for the first time ever. "That feels so good."

He moved so he could roll her to her side slightly, allowing him to reach around behind her and free her bra fastenings. Her huge tits tumbled free, and he pulled the cups completely away, so he could bend then and suck delicately at her erect, firm nipples.

She moaned loudly at the first touch of his lips on her nipple, gripping his head tightly in an effort to increase the level of delight she was experiencing. At the same time, he dropped his hand between her thighs, which she opened eagerly at his touch, and slid his fingers upward into her juicy crotch. The band of her panties were soaked with her sex juices, making it easy for him to work his finger around the band to find the soft, yielding flesh beneath.

"Ooooh! Del! Del! Del!" she cried, grabbing his hand and pressing it tightly into her crotch. "I feel like I'm on fire!"

"Lift your hips so I can take your panties off," he whispered, blowing in her ear at the same time.

She did as he asked, and he rolled the filmy garment down over her hips and removed them, tossing them carelessly aside. As soon as she was pantyless, he separated the lips of her cunt and began fingering her with skill born of long practice, causing the delightful child to twist and writhe in an agony of desire. He found her tiny clitoris, untouched so far by human hand, and began rolling it around and around under the pad of his middle finger, until suddenly she let out a little scream, bucked up against him sharply, and came with the force of incorporated pistols.

"What ... what did you do?" she gapsed, looking up at him in wonder.

He smiled softly at her.

"I made you come," he said. "That's the feeling that sex is all about."

"Really?"

"That's right. Everything in the world revolves around coming ... even though most people won't admit it."

"It was ... well, just grand. I've never felt anything like that in my life."

"There's more to come," he said. "Feel this."

He took her hand and guided it to his cock, straining in erection against the clothing he still wore.

"That feels hot," she said, pressing her hand against the bulge. "It is," he said.

"What ... how ... I mean..."

As she stuttered through her confusion, he quickly undid his belt and shucked his trousers, taking his shorts down with them. Then he put her hand on his bare, throbbing cock.

"Oooh!" she cried delightedly. "That feels so strange!"

"Play with it, darling," Del whispered. "I'll show you something else you've never seen before."

He guided her hand and taught her the up and down motion of cock-playing. She was a quick learner, so in no time at all she had the motion down pat and was working away on his cock with the expertise of a true masturbator.

He lay back on the floor, digging the hand action she was giving him, closing his eyes and enjoying the wondierful feeling coursing through his body.

Suddenly he was close to his come, and he decided to let it happen, to take his first one this way, so lovely La Verne could see the effect of his orgasm.

"Watch what happens," he gasped as her hand fairly flew up and down the long, hard shaft of his cock. Now!"

As he cried the last word, his cock spurted great gouts of thick, white cream.

"Oooh, it's leaking," she said, but she kept stroking his cock anyway. The thick cream continued to fountain from his cock for spasm after spasm, until at last it was done and his cock began to shrink back to its soft size.

LaVerne continued to look at the shrinking organ in amazement, never having seen nor even suspected that the male cock behaved in this way. After he'd recovered his breath, Del explained to her the mechanism of what she'd seen, the way babies were made, and why great care had to be exercised when a couple fucked if they didn't want a child.

She knew about fucking, of course, as any chick whose reached high school age does, but she didn't know the first thing about the actual way it was accomplished. Ever the teacher, Del decided to teach her how to fuck the best way possible ... starting with the taking of her cherry as easily and painlessly as he could.

He showed her the cherry, that tiny, useless tab of skin blocking entrance to her vagina, making her feel it herself so she'd know exactly what it was. Then he told her how he was going to penetrate it with his cock, but gently, without hurting her, so she'd feel nothing more than a momentary tugging in her pussy before she'd have his cock all the way inside.

But, knowing that she'd have to be extremely well lubricated, he decided first he'd go down on her, eat her pussy until she'd come at least once, and with the combination of his saliva and her pussy juices make his entrance to her tight cunt easier. As he slipped his face down between her legs, she spread them in anticipation, for though she had no idea exactly what he was going to do next, she trusted him enough to allow him total and complete access to her body.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" she cried, as he sucked her tiny but hard clitoris into his mouth, nursing on it with the avidity a hungry baby would use on a milk-filled nipple suddenly placed in its mouth. "Oh, god, that feels so good!"

He couldn't speak, for his mouth was full, but he loved the notion that he was providing her with such incredible levels of delight that she began to twist and buck beneath him. At the same time, he gently inserted a finger into her tight twat, pressing against the offending tab of flesh to test its resiliency, to see how much pressure would be necessary to puncture it.

He was pleased when he discovered that it would take very little indeed, for her cherry looked as if it had been worn away on a bicycle seat or something. So he pressed tightly against it with his index finger, and as she continued to buck against his face to increase her pleasure, there was a sudden increase in pressure, then her hymen ruptured and his finger penetrated her virgin body.

"Oh!" she gasped. "What happened?"

"Did it hurt?"

"No ... I mean, yes. A little. What was it."

"I just took your cherry with my finger."

"Really."

"Really." He looked down to see only a tiny spot of blood to indicate her ruptured cherry. "And it wasn't that bad, was it?"

"No," she said. "What you were doing with your mouth was much better."

"I know. I figured you'd like that."

"Do it some more."

"Okay," he said. "But you've got to promise me something."

"What's that?"

"You've got to promise to do the same for me if I ask you to."

"I will. Oh, I will."

"I won't want it tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Or some other time."

As he finished speaking, he nuzzled his face back into her steaming crotch and began really giving her the benefit of his skilled lip and tongue action. It didn't take him long to bring her to a come again, so that in a few moments she pressed her thighs tightly against the side of his head and came, her body exploding in a thousand fragments of come. Her muscles rippled so that her cunt juices splashed out against his face, lubricating his lips and wafting a wondrous aroma to his nostrils. His prick wept pre-fuck fluid in response.

"I never thought anything could feel so good," LaVerne said, sitting up. "I've heard some of the girls at school talk about how good it felt to come, but I didn't believe them, and I never tried it for myself."

"Never?"

"Well ... a couple of times, but I didn't know what to do, so I didn't get anything out of it. All I got was a stinky finger." She giggled. "And I'll bet your face is all stinky now."

She leaned forward and kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth. Then she broke away.

"I like the way I taste," she said. "That's funny. I didn't think I would."

"It's a good taste," he said. "I like it."

"Do you do it to your wife?"

"Not any more. Her pussy is old and stale, like dead fish. Yours is fresh and sweet."

"Thank you, kind sir."

"Now it's time to fuck," he said. "If you think you're ready."

All the time they'd been talking, he'd been fondling her pussy with his fingers, trying to make her feel more passion than before. She'd begun a slight, undulating movement against his hand, indicating that her passion was rising once more, so he rolled atop her and guided the head of his huge cock against her tiny, pink slit. He pressed forward slowly, gently, forcing apart the untried channel as LaVerne writhed and twisted beneath him. Finally he had his cock sunk all the way into her, and he left it there for a moment, delighting to find that she braced her feet against his knees to give her additional purchase when the fuck-motion began.

His stroking began slowly, only a fraction of an inch, and then it became stronger and longer as she answered with hip thrusts of her own. In only moments after her pussy had been invaded by a cock for the first time, they were fucking away as though she'd been doing it for years. In the heat of passion, Del forgot to pull his cock out at the moment of orgasm, so he flooded her cunt with thick, rich baby-making cream ... and then, when his faculties returned, he took her quickly into the bathroom and helped her douche, in a belated effort to avoid a baby.

However, no such unfortunate results occurred, and LaVerne became Del's mistress, spending every spare moment they could alone. Though no one ever caught them fucking, the relationship between the two of them became apparent to the entire school, and as gossip flew, so too did Del's chance for promotion in that district. As a result, he decided to resign mid-year and seek his fortunes elsewhere. He hated giving up the hot-bodied little chick, but he had no choice. Certainly if the affair had continued over a long period of time, the authorities would