Chapter 8

Although they were quiet and circumspect about it, Ralph noted the affairs which had begun between Mrs. Waller and Cathy, and Harold and Sylvia. He noted them because he watched them carefully. Ever since Melody had told him about Mrs. Waller and Harold Stone, Ralph Martin had been anxious to confirm their behavior. He was anxious because an opportunity existed for him that had his mind reeling.

Ralph had never considered young girls sexually, always taking his fill of women his own age. But since the night Melody had told him everything, he looked at his students in a completely new light. And an eleven-year-old in one of his classes was driving him crazy. Her name was Margie Kesler and she was the apple-pie American version of the girl next door. With short blonde hair and a freckled face, Margie was Ralph's idea of a Lolita nymphette.

She had a boyish figure, with two small mounds beginning to bulge in her blouse where her tits would one day be, but there was something terribly feminine and sexy about the way she carried herself. It was a wholesome sexiness that appealed to Ralph, and he began to watch her closely. What he saw sent butterflies to his stomach, for Margie exhibited the classic syndrome of the young girl madly in love with her older teacher. He had seen it a dozen times in college, but this was the first time the love had been directed at him.

Under normal circumstances, Ralph would have shrugged this off. But he kept imagining Harold Stone laying some of the girls, and he wondered what it would be like to introduce young Margie to the delights of sex. And the more he thought about it, the more exciting the idea became. Finally it became an obsession with him, and the minute he knew that Harold was laying Sylvia every afternoon, he made his plans to seduce Margie.

He began by encouraging Margie's obvious affection, complimenting her and telling her how beautiful she was. Then after class one morning he whispered in her ear to meet him in the library after dinner that evening. The library was locked at eight o'clock, but Ralph had the key. He covered Margie's absence from her room by telling Miss Carter that he was going to work with her for several hours to bring her grades up.

Knowing how children loved secrets, Ralph ushered the young child into the library with a cloak of urgent secrecy, closing the heavy door quietly and locking it with a flourish. Then, holding his finger to his lips for silence, he led her to the back wall behind the last row of shelves. He knew that a light there could not be seen from the window, and that the books and walls of shelves would muffle any sounds they might make.

"What is it, Mr. Martin?" Margie asked eagerly as they finally stopped behind the shelf of novels.

"I just can't hide it any longer, Margie," Ralph said in an earnest voice. "You ... that is, I feel...."

"Oh, Mr. Martin!" Margie beamed. "I was hoping you felt it, too. I knew it that minute I laid eyes on you, and my heart has been breaking every minute we're apart. Do you feel the same way?"

"Yes, Margie. Yes I do. You mean so much to me, and I just can't go on like this. I had to find out if you felt the same way." Ralph found himself beginning to enjoy the game, and had to caution himself not to overplay the part. He opened his arms and she flew into them. He had to bend down while she was on tiptoes for their mouths to meet, but they embraced in a long, wet kiss. He forced her mouth open and flicked his tongue inside. Margie learned quickly, and was soon running her tiny tongue inside his mouth.

"Here," he said, pulling her body down, "let's sit on the floor." Ralph had put a blanket on the floor before dinner and they sat next to each other as he held her in his arms. They kissed and kissed, and Ralph felt her body tremble with desire as he reached down and began gently rubbing the little bumps that one day would be her breasts.

"Do you love me, Margie?" he asked softly as they broke a long kiss.

"Oh yes! With all my heart," she replied, placing her hand over his on her young chest.

"If only you were older," he sighed.

"I love you, isn't that enough?"

"And I love you," he sighed, "but you're probably too young for our love to be complete."

"I'm almost twelve!" she protested, a note of panic ' creeping into her voice. "And I'll do anything-anything!"

"Is your body excited, darling?" Ralph asked, massaging her tiny nipples and blowing softly into her ear.

"Yes-Oh, I'm so excited! I love you so."

Ralph dropped his hand down to her young thigh and traced tiny circles on her skin as his fingers moved to her crotch. When he reached the V where her young legs met, he inserted his fingers between her thighs and gently pushed them apart.

"Oh! Should we? I mean, darling...." Margie said in a frightened voice.

"Maybe you're right," Ralph said in a serious tone. "I thought you were too young for our love."

"I didn't mean that," she protested, fighting her conscience. "I just meant here in the library."

"Do you want me, Margie, darling?" Ralph asked.

"Oh, yes!"

"Then we couldn't be in a better place. No one can see or hear us. If you want our love, really want it, then take off your clothes."

Margie was scared to death, but she obeyed him, afraid that she would anger him and lose him forever. She blushed as she stood up and quickly pulled off her dress and undergarments, then hid her face in her hands as she stood before him completely naked and exposed.

Ralph's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the child's lovely body. And he realized why she had always appeared so sexy to him. Margie had all the curves of a woman. Her back swooped in gracefully to her waist, then jutted out for her buttocks and made a graceful fall down her legs. She had a child's tummy which protruded slightly and emphasized her pubic mound. Ralph's eyes fixed on the V between her legs and his tongue moved slowly out to pass over his dry lips. Margie had no hair at all. Her slit was naked of fuzz, and the pink lips seemed to pout at him.

"Aren't you going to undress?" Margie asked in an embarrassed voice.

"Of course," Ralph replied, pulling himself to his feet and quickly taking off his clothes.

"OH!" Margie gasped when she saw the full thirteen inches of his stiff penis standing out from his crotch. It held her eyes like a magnet.

"Come here, darling," Ralph said to the child as he took her hand and pulled her closer to him. "Feel it," he whispered, placing her tiny hand on his surging shaft. Her youthful touch sent birds racing through his stomach. "Pull the foreskin back like this," he said, showing her how to move the skin back and forth. The head of his penis popped out of its protective covering.

"Oh!" she gasped, pulling the foreskin back even more and bending down to see the full glory of his huge sex in her hands.

Ralph reached out and touched the tiny mounds of her breasts. They were little more than nipples, but he knew that one day she would have a proud set. He played with them and caressed them as she ran her hands over the new toy she had discovered. Then, when he felt his excitement begin to climb, he took her hand and drew her down to the blanket and locked her in a tight embrace. The feel of her young, nubile body pressing against his sent chills racing through him. And as her tongue eagerly explored his mouth, Ralph reached down and pulled her thighs apart to allow his fingers the discovery of a tender cunt. The feel of her soft, hairless mound electrified him. He traced gently the outline of her slit, bringing his fingers back and forth over the mound as he explored her vaginal opening.

Margie felt terribly naughty, awfully mature and grownup, and blissfully happy. She was at the age of sexual curiosity, and Ralph's genitals fascinated her. While he kissed her and played with her body, she reached down and began holding his penis. Then her hand explored his testicles. She was amazed at how big they were, and Margie wondered if all men were as big as Ralph. She knew better; Ralph Martin was super in all things.

Although she had no idea what she was doing, Margie's hands were driving Ralph crazy. That, and the touch of her tender, virginal body. He kissed her again, this time inserting his finger just inside the opening to her vagina. Then he dropped his head down her body, trailing hot little kisses as he passed, and placed his head between her soft thighs.

"What are you going to do?" Margie asked.

"Kiss you like a lover kisses his love, Margie. This is a sign of true love. Spread your legs as wide apart as you can. That's it."

His fingers gently spread the lips of her youthful sex and he brought his mouth to her thin lips. His tongue lapped her caressingly, covering her entire cunt with each pass. Then he located her tiny clitoris and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. When he felt her body quiver, Ralph pulled the small button into his mouth and began sucking it.

"Ooooohhhh! Oh, that's so good!" Margie moaned, leaning back on her elbows so she could watch his precious head buried between her legs. Now she knew what the poets meant by a lover's kiss. No wonder it was so important and so beautiful. She had no idea anything could feel so good.

Ralph nuzzled the button with his nose as he dropped his tongue to the tiny red hole deep in her slit and began inserting the tip just inside the opening. It was small and tight, but the taste of her sex was intoxicating. It was like eating vanilla cream. He felt her squirm and he raised his tongue to her clitoris again and began sucking it as hard as he dared.

"OOOOHhhhh!" she moaned, her body twisting on the blanket and her hands digging into his hair as her body erupted in a series of spasms for her very first orgasm. She was so happy, so much in love, tears welled in her eyes.

"Did I hurt you, Margie, darling?" Ralph asked, seeing the tears run down her cheeks.

"Oh no! It was the most marvelous thing I've ever had in my entire life," she responded. "Do all lovers do that to each other?"

"If they're really in love. Do you want me to make love to you now?"

"Oh, yes, whatever you want, darling."

Ralph pulled himself up on his knees and lifted Margie's young legs up so that her heels were resting on his shoulders. He knew he would need every bit of leverage he could get to penetrate her young body. He took his surging cock in his hand and guided it to the red dot snuggled between the thin cuntal lips. Using one hand to spread her lips, he placed his cock at the hole and shoved gently. It did not enter. He pushed again, but still failed to get it beyond the opening.

Then, with a hard thrust, he heard his cock plop inside the barrier. He looked down and saw that just the head was lodged inside her belly.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he saw her gritting her teeth.

"A little, but please make love to me. I'm old enough. Honestly, I am."

Ralph had to smile and admire her courage. He gathered his strength and tried to push it in gently, but it wouldn't budge. The head seemed to be locked just inside her cunt. He gave it hard jabs and long thrusts, but it still wouldn't move. Tears were once again streaming down the eleven-year-old face, and Ralph knew he would never be able to penetrate her until her vagina was expanded to accept him. He pulled it out and felt her muscles relax as her body fell slowly to the floor.

"We can't do it today, Margie," Ralph said dejectedly. "We'll have to work on your hole, make it large enough to take me."

"Oh, darling, I'm sorry. How can we make it bigger?"

"We'll use candles every day. Each time, we'll use a little larger one and soon it will grow big enough for my penis."

"But ... but now. What about now? You must feel terrible."

"It does ache a little," he said, stroking his prick as she watched.

"What can I do, darling?"

"Well, you could kiss me the way lovers do," Ralph suggested.

"But I don't know how!" she protested.

"Get on your knees between my legs and I'll show you," Ralph said. He scooted the blanket around until he was seated with his back against the wall of books. Then he spread his knees and pulled Margie between them. He had her stroke his prick with her hands while he explained to her how a girl sucked cock. She listened carefully and then lowered her head and began licking the long smooth shaft like a candy stick, the way he told her to.

It had a strong salty taste, but that didn't bother her. Margie wanted to do to him what he had done to her, to show him how much she loved him. Pulling the foreskin down with her hand so that the head popped up, she lowered her head and captured the swollen bulb between her young lips. Her tongue immediately found the tiny hole at the tip and she darted it inside. Then she pulled more of the huge penis into her mouth, her tiny cheeks puffing out as it completely filled her mouth and slid down into her throat.

Ralph's blood pounded in his ears as he saw the cute little impish face with its cheeks puffed out and its mouth straining as his huge member disappeared between her lips. She was so darling, and Ralph loved the way she was attacking his cock with everything her eleven-year-old mouth would give. He told her to play with his balls with her free hand while she sucked, and when she began, Ralph knew he would not be able to last long with this darling child-woman.

Margie managed to get half of his cock in her mouth, and she used her hand on the base to stroke him the way he had showed her. She almost gagged when it filled her throat, but she was terribly excited. She could feel his balls swell, and although she had no idea of what was taking place in his body, she knew she was responsible for the groans and moans of pleasure escaping from his lips.

"Suck it!" he whispered hoarsely. "Now! NOW! A A Arrrggghhhh!" His balls exploded and Ralph felt the white-hot liquid race through his shaft.

Margie was surprised when the head of his penis began spurting the thick, salty liquid down her throat. She stopped breathing to keep from gagging, and sucked as hard as she could. Instinct had her squeeze his balls and grip the base of his cock as tightly as she could, and she ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his penis as it continued exploding in her mouth.

"God, that was great, darling!" Ralph sighed as she drained the last drop from his deflated nuts. "Come here. Kiss me." He pulled her up and planted his mouth firmly on hers. Their tongues met and she held on to him as tightly as she could. "Did you like it?"

"Yes ... Did you?"

"It was marvelous," Ralph sighed deeply. "We'll do that to each other every day while we work on your pussy. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, my darling!"

Ralph held her tight, wondering if all eleven-year-old girls could give blow-jobs like that.