James Stanford - Teacher_s special homework

Finally she slid off and we got our clothing in some semblance of order, and as I drove back onto the interstate and headed west again, with her snuggled up close and warm against me, we discussed the situation we were facing.

"I really dig young girls the most," I told her, "as you probably guessed, so why don't we tie up together for a while? If, as and when we ever split up, I'll be generous with you, so you won't be hurting for money or clothes, and I'll get you a second-hand Mustang to drive, and so forth. In the meanwhile, you'll be my daughter, and no one will be the wiser. Incidentally, what are we going to do about school? How old are you, and what grade were you in last?" I asked her.

She giggled. "You're gonna hate me, Doc. I was eleven three months ago, and I'm in sixth grade." She laughed again at my stunned expression. "I started sprouting when I was nine, and then some of the boys taught me a little, and I liked the hell out of it, so being a little dumb about things, we soon got caught. Naturally, the boys just got a lecture, but I got put on probation. Hell, I'll bet the judge and lawyers'd have liked to fuck me, too. Anyway, I just decided I didn't want to go to reform school for seven years – they put you in till you're eighteen, y'know – so I just decided to run away. I'll promise you a couple of things, Doc. If you take care of me, I'll give you all the lovin' you can stand, and do anything, and I mean anything you want me to, 'cause I like sex every direction, and I won't let nobody else touch me, and I'll damn sure never ever snitch on what we do. That's a promise," she said solemnly.

I told her that we'd try to find a private school that would take her on the basis of tests instead of a school transcript, and that we'd work it out. Now I was set up permanently – or at least for a few years until she grew up and I wanted another, younger cunt – with my own little Lolita. It looked like my new life and setup were coming along exactly according to dreams I'd had.

So here we are, all fixed up fine in our new location, and you'll never know for sure exactly where we are, or who I am. We may even be in your town, and I may be seducing your daughter. If I am, all you have to do to get even with me is to be honest with yourself and your natural desires for young quim, and go on out and get yourself a young, snug teenager and teach her the delights of sex. The young ones want us older partners, too, you know.

Happy hunting.