Private Lessons, Chapter 3

by lilbumblebree

The entire moment was like something out of the Twilight Zone. Here I was, my hand down a seven year old's panties like we were on our third date, and her father was only a few feet away from us. I was frozen in place, stunned and silent, my eyes fixed on Ellie's dad, even as Ellie continued to hump my hand.

For the second time that day, my life flashed before my eyes. The cops would come...then the news stations, and the breaking news flashing on the bottom of television screens all across the state, hell, the country: Former Olympics Gymnast Caught Molesting Student. Even if, by some miracle, charges weren't filed, my business would tank. What parent in their right mind would bring their kid to a facility where an accused pedophile was running the show?

Ellie's dad crossed the room, and snatched her out of my lap. "What are you doing?!" I heard him ask Ellie. She responded in a tiny, sad voice, "We were just having fun Daddy. Like you and me have fun."

That snapped me out of my trance. I glanced up at him, saw the unmistakable flicker of fear as she spoke. That would explain his hesitation to let her hang out with me....his embarassment at her much too touchy-feely behavior....all those little things she'd said all day. I guess on some level I had to know what was going on...but what were the odds of one little girl being the center of so much sexual attention...?

"You've been doing it too, haven't you?" I asked, dazed. We were eying one another like caged animals, frightened, nervous. Finally, he broke the silence. "I don't know what you're talking about---"

"Come on," I said softly. "We both know what the other's doing now.If we make a huge deal out of this, it's only going to affect Ellie badly. She's going to think there's something wrong with her, and you know it." We both looked at Ellie, who was wearing a sad little expression. When she noticed us looking at her, she said in a tiny voice, "Am I in trouble, Daddy?"

I could see him melting for her. "No, no honey. Daddy just got a little mixed up. I thought Miss Stephanie was hurting you..."

She shook her head and gave a small smile. "Nuh uh Daddy, we were just playing, like me and you play. Was that bad?"

He kissed her forehead. "Nope, nothing wrong with that. Here....why don't you stay out here and watch some TV, while Miss Stephanie and I talk in the back." As he spoke to her, I went and locked the front door. He set her down on the sofa again, and I led him to the bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

"Okay, just because I'm close to my daughter--"

"You mean fucking her?" I asked cynically.

"--doesn't mean I want to see you doing...you know.."

"I get that. But let's quit pretending that all of a sudden I'm the bad guy. Well..the ONLY bad guy." I plopped down on my bed and let out a long sigh. Ellie's dad was raking a hand through his hair, looking stressed.

"It's not like you think," he said, after a long moment of silence. I wasn't sure what I thought. I just let him continue.

"Ellie was 3 when my wife went into labor. One moment, I had a wife, and a baby girl on the way...the next, I had to tell Ellie her entire family was gone, pretty much. I was....drinking a lot. One night, I'd been drinking, and Ellie came in to get into bed with me. I...I guess all dads have these thoughts about their daughters...about how pretty they are, how cute, and sweet...how good it feels to touch them, and hold them...how they're going to be such a good wife one day...I was holding Ellie, and thinking those things, and the next thing I knew, I was touching her..and I was....it felt so good, to have someone to hold, to be near her like that.

After that night, I stopped drinking. I figured that things wouldn't have gotten to that point if I hadn't been drunk. I chalked it up to bad judgement....told myself Ellie would never remember it..promised it would never happen again. But even when I was sober, all I could think about was Ellie....the way she smelled...they way her body looked after a bath....the way I could see her little panties when she bent over in skirts....I wanted to...to fuck her. I wanted to fuck my own little girl.

So...one night I tried it. I let her stay up with me watching movies...she was sitting on my lap...I was so hard. I slid her little pajama bottoms down...I..."

He looked absolutely tortured. But even as he recalled the tale, I could plainly see how hard his cock was. My own pussy was soaked at that point, aching as I listened. I wanted so badly to touch myself...or better yet, rub my pussy on his pretty little daughter's ass again....

"Every time I did it, I promised it was the last time. But it felt so good...and god, she was so sexy to me. I couldn't stop. And soon, she got used to it. She would become sad if I DIDN'T play with her. It was natural to her. And now, it's almost natural to me. The guilt...used to be crushing. I used to pray to god that he'd give me the strength to leave her alone. Now, it's a routine...we come home after work and school, I give her dinner, then a bubble bath...then I have her....." He gave a laugh, tinged with disbelief. "I must really want to be caught...I just told my kid's gymnastics teacher that I've been molesting her for nearly five years!!"

"Yeah, well...you caught your kid's gymnastics teacher fondling her, so I don't think she's going to the cops anytime soon." It felt insane and yet, freeing, to say that out loud, especially to someone else who was in the same boat. I looked at him, and knew he was feeling the same things--nagging dread, fear, distrust, shame, relief. I buried my face in my hands. Ellie's dad said softly, "We're at an impasse. What do we do?"

"I have no clue.....maybe we should stop?" Neither of us wanted to do that, selfish as it seemed. Plus, we both knew that Ellie enjoyed it as much as we did. And if we stopped --if we could stop--she would start to think she'd done something wrong.

Ellie's dad nodded. "I...don't worry about anything. I know you weren't hurting Ellie. Even if you turn me in, I won't tell them about you---"

"No! I'm not turning you in for doing the same thing I have. Ellie loves you, and she needs you. Let's just agree to keep the cops out of this, okay?" I asked him. He sighed gratefully.

"Fine with me.....Look, I should probably take Ellie home now. She's been awake long enough...it's past dinner time..I'm gonna head out." He turned to open the door, and I heard him say, "Thanks....it was good to get that off my chest." before he left. A few moments later, I heard my front door shut. Weary and drained, I lay down on the bed, and fell asleep, still wearing my workout clothes.

The next day,my alarm clock went off at 5 AM. I had to open up the academy and do some paperwork, and the insane night I'd had wasn't making the task look any more fun. I stayed holed up in my office and alone all day, until noon, when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in," I called, and the door opened a crack. I saw Kimball's pretty face peering in at me, and couldn't help but smile. "Hello Kimball,"I said warmly. She gave me a tiny smile, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

"What can I do for you, Kimball?" She blushed, as if she were thinking of all sorts of naughty things. "Well...my mom wanted to invite you for dinner next week. She had to run though, so she told me to ask you."

I blinked. I hadn't been expecting that at all. I was flattered, yet the idea of spending an evening with stuffy Mrs. Burress didn't seem like a ton of fun. But one look at Kimball's hopeful face and I couldn't refuse. "What time should I be there?" I asked. Kimball lit up.

"She said 7, is that okay?" I normally didn't eat so late, but I figured it wouldn't hurt for one night. "it's perfect," I said. Kimball raced over, and gave me a huge hug. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, inhaling the scent of her hair, the fruity little body spray she used. She was so warm, and i could feel myself starting to get aroused. My nipples pressed against the material of my old hooded sweatshirt, and I didn't know whether I should be glad she couldn't feel them against her, or disappointed. Her cheek was pressed to mine; then in an instant, her lips touched mine. By instinct I felt my hand snake up her firm thigh, to the crevice between her legs, then resting on one of her round little asscheeks, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. She moaned at my touch, and I felt her move against me.

"Can I ask you something, Miss Stephanie?" she asked, her breath war against my ear. I shivered, and held her tighter. "Anything, Kimmy."

"How did you know you liked other girls?"

I smiled a little, thinking of memories I'd thought long lost. "Well..when I was about your age, I went to a training camp, for gymnasts. I shared a bunk with seven other girls my age. We got along pretty well...but after lights out, that was when the fun began.

"The girls would kiss each other, or touch each other. Some even got brave enough to lick each other, like I did with you and Ellie." Just saying that to her made my pussy throb. She blushed, and I knew she was probably getting hot, too.

"But I was never brave enough to join in. I always watched, or pretended to sleep, while I played with myself. Well one night, they caught me doing it, and just as I was about to...you know, finish....they ripped the covers off of me."

Kimball's eyes got wide. "Oh my god," she said, laughing a little. "You must have been soooooo embarassed!"

I laughed. "Oh yeah, I definitely was. But it felt so good, I couldn't stop...so I finished, in front of all those girls."

Kimball looked stunned. "Wow...."

"They weren't done though. They took turns holding me down...while the others would play with my pussy. They all took turns making me finish for them, over and over, as a punishment for always watching and never helping out! And from that day on, I knew without a doubt that I liked girls just as much as I did boys."

Kimball gave a little grin. "That sounds fun....!"

I grinned too. "It was...."

Kimball sat down on my lap. I savored the moment---the Kimball I had met on her first day here would never have done that. I just linked my arm around her waist, and gave her a little squeeze."I really liked yesterday....all of it." she said. I felt my heart skip a beat, as the memories of our frenzied little foursome came rushing back, flooding my body with lust.

"I did too, Kimmy," I told her.

"But I mean...." She pulled away from me, and I could see a bit of worry in her expression. "I liked licking Ellie...and getting David's stuff in my mouth. Aren't those things bad?"

I pondered this. "Bad is a matter of perspective," I told her. "To me, bad is when you hurt someone or something. Is that what you think of as bad?"

She nodded. "Yeah,that's what I think. But we all had fun yesterday."

"That's true. Do you still think you're bad?"

"My mom would. Especially if she knew what I thought about, and what I looked at on the computer..."

She was making me so wet.....I had to keep myself from rubbing my pussy through my worn old jeans. "Like what?" I had to ask. I was thankful the door was shut.

She blushed. "Well....I look at naked girls..and men's stuff..and now, I look at little girls too...I found a site where you can look at pictures of little girls in their panties....

My god, I wanted to faint. "How young are these girls?" I asked, curious to see how young a "little girl" was to a girl who wasn't that old herself. She blushed even harder, and stayed silent, hey eyes scanning the room. "Little like Ellie?"

She waited a moment, and shook her head. "No..younger. Like the girls in the 3B room..." The 3B room was the ages 3-6 division of ballet classes. Kimball liked them young! I gave her a wink. "You think girls that age are pretty?"

She nodded, and gave me a sheepish little smile. "And I think of touching them....a lot...and licking them...just like Ellie...."

I was throbbing now, every inch of my body crying out for release as I listened to the young teen tell me about her desire for little girls."So then...you think they're sexy..."

Kimball looked down at her feet, and I pulled her close, stroking her hair. "Look, it's perfectly natural to be attracted to little girls.....They're very sweet, and pretty. It doesn't make you bad...." I felt her bury her face in the crook of my neck. Then, just barely, I felt her lips, pressed to the feverish skin there, and a ripple of desire went all through me. I put my fingertips under her little chin, and lifted her face so that I could gaze into her big, brown eyes. Then, after only a nanosecond of thought, I pressed my lips to hers. I felt her crush herself to me, and I moaned as her lips parted and our tongues touched.

One of her dainty hands slipped under my sweatshirt, making me jump as she made contact with the bare skin there. I hadn't bothered to do much beside put my hair up in a messy bun and throw the jeans and the sweatshirt on; I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. She found my breast easily, and covered it with her hand, letting her fingertips slide over the hardened nipple. She touched me like this as I tasted her mouth, then she broke our kiss, pushed my sweatshirt up, bent down and took my nipple into her warm mouth. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and my hand went to her chest, tugging and teasing her nipples as she tasted mine. My other hand went to her sex, cupping and stroking it through her leotard and tights.She followed my lead, rubbing the front of my jeans, making me grind my hips against her hand.

I started to undress her, almost shaking with anticipation. Soon, amazingly, she was nude, right here in my office. "I want to see you, Miss Stephanie," Kimball said to me. I undressed too, showing off my toned figure. She eyed me as I crossed the room to her, and we kissed again, our hands exploring one another's bared bodies.

I laid Kimball down on the couch, and we resumed our hungry kissing. She was so sexy, lying there below me, our breasts touching, our pussies brushing one another's thighs. I had my hands all over her body, fingers probing her sex and her puckered ass hole. She just kept kissing me, her kisses sloppy and full of need. She impaled herself on my ring and middle finger, and I heard her give a sexy little moan. I bent down, and as she rode my fingers, I started to lap at her sex. She wailed again at the sensation, and began to pump her hips, her legs nearly wrapped around my neck now.

"Miss Stephanie, you feel so good...! It feels so good....." A glance up at her showed that she had begun to flick her stiff little nipples with her fingertips. Her eyelids were fluttering as I dragged my tongue over her silky smooth slit. I was so wet, so horny and desperate to cum that I had begun to rub my pussy against the edge of the couch as I tasted her. Her juices poured forth, and as I humped the couch, I lapped them up, sucking and licking her young pussy clean.

Kimball's hands flew to my head, holding me there at her sex as she pumped her hips up into my mouth. God, she was such a sexy little slut....I was getting my pussy juices all over the couch, riding it furiously, needing to cum. She buried her hands in my hair and cried out "Oh GOD!!" as she started to writhe beneath me, whimpering and trying her best not to scream. I couldn't stop sucking her little clit, I wanted to wrench orgasm after orgasm out of her pretty body...

Somehow, she wriggled out of my grasp and slid down some. and her hand found my cunt. I lifted a little to give her access, and I nearly came when she put her hand on my pussy and started to rub, her hand gliding easily over my lips with the help of all the lubrication I'd created. I humped her hand like I was in heat, and my mouth found hers again. She only broke away long enough to moan, "Cum, Miss Stephanie, cum...!" and then there I was, on all fours, my hand covered in a little girl's pussy juice, my mouth flavored with her cunt now, my tongue down her throat as I began to have the hardest orgasm I'd ever had.

"Fuck!!" I heard myself say, before I lost myself in the sensation. As I buckled under the strength of the orgasm, I felt her drive her fingers into me again and again. My whole body was quaking. I couldn't believe what a pervert I had become. It seemed only yesterday that I'd only dreamed of such things; now I was so hungry for little girl pussy that I was willing to succumb to my desires even at work! But it felt delicious to give in, to taste that forbidden fruit.

It felt like an eternity before I came to my senses. Kimball was grinning at me, and lifting her fingers to her mouth, to lick the taste of my cunt off of them. I wanted to cum again.

She jumped up, and started to dress again, and I followed her lead. When she had finished dressing, she came to me and planted a big kiss on my sex stained lips. "See ya later, Miss Stephanie," she said, before sauntering off to her class, leaving me on the sofa to wonder how I was ever going to get through dinner with the girl without pouncing on her. I was tempted to fall asleep, until I heard a terrible commotion out in the hallway. yelling, thumping--the sounds of a fight. I jumped up and went to the door, flinging it open--just in time to see David getting punched in the gut.