Chapter 5: Laying Little Leena

"Won't you come with us to the Prayer Meeting, Mr. Best?"

"Thanks Mrs. Wilson but I have to prepare lessons for tomorrow." Bob almost drooled at the sight of his landlady. She was dressed modestly enough in a loose-fitting, long skirt and a white blouse but her clothes could not disguise the fullness of her lovely body. He turned towards the stairs to his room.

Lucinda picked up her bible as she added, "Leena is staying home too. She isn't feeling well. Maybe you're working her too hard at school," she said with a little laugh and left for church.

It wasn't getting any easier for him. There were enough lovely, nubile girls in his school to fuel his fantasies but he was determined that he would not do as he had last year. And the girls didn't make it any easier for him. The way some of them looked at him was suggestive although he was sure it was completely innocent. Even little Leena, his landlady's (and landlord's) twelve year old daughter looked at him in a way that was unfitting for one so young. But that was just his prurient imagination, he mused.

Little Leena wasn't actually that little. She was only five feet tall, if that, but her littleness ended with her height, or lack of it. Her breasts were the size of grapefruit and, unlike her mother and her older sister; she didn't dress to hide them. And her diminutive stature made those grapefruit look like cantaloupes. Her hips had filled out too since she turned twelve and her ass was marvelous, like two melons that shelved out from her back and rotated with smooth rhythm when she walked. Her waist was a bit thick with the remnants of babyfat but if Bob had seen her naked he would have had no doubt about her rush to pubescent readiness.

Bob settled down with his laptop at the desk in his room. The thing he missed most living here in Dorset (other than available females) was an Internet connection. Letter writing using old-fashioned snail-mail didn't interest him but last summer he had made connection with several women who had been interesting and sometimes erotic correspondents. The room was warm. Too warm. The Wilsons kept the house warmer than Bob would have liked. He opened the window and stripped down to his shorts and returned to his desk.

Leena squatted on the low chair as she peeped through the little hole. Her mind still retained the vivid image of Mr. Best's thick cock spouting its creamy gism. Her fingers were busy between her legs as she imagined what it would be like to have that thick tool inside. Inside long enough that she would feel the way that Eloise and the others must have felt. What would her teacher do of she went to his room without anything on? She still seethed from hearing him describe her as a 'cute young girl', as if she was a child. She'd like to show him that she wasn't a child any more!

The lesson outline he was preparing on his computer had become something quite different. He was writing about his 'good bye' party with his nieces, Irene and Lucy. And as he relived in his mind that night he got an erection.

That was the night that he christened his surgically enlarged penis. With both of them. The results had been gratifying. 'Lucy is thirteen now but she felt almost as tight as when we first made love, more than a year ago, ' he had written. 'And she felt the difference. "Uncle Bob! It's so big!" she said when I slid into her. Irene too felt as tight as she did before our baby was born. I'd never before fucked one of them with the other watching. It added extra excitement to our lovemaking but it's a good thing that my doctor gave me those alprostadil suppositories so I was able to stay hard long enough to satisfy both of them.'

Bob heard a faint squeak behind him but he didn't turn to see the door open and then close. Neither did he see the young girl who entered his bedroom.

Leena was nervous. Mr. Best was older though not as old as her father, and he was her teacher. But her father liked young girls. She knew that because she'd seen him with Eloise and three other girls who weren't much older. She tiptoed across the floor until she was standing right behind her teacher.

Being as quiet as the proverbial mouse, Leena looked over Bob's shoulder to read what he was typing. She barely suppressed her gasp of astonishment when she saw what he'd written. Was it true? Had he really made love to his twelve-year-old niece? The idea wasn't as shocking to her, a Dorset girl, as it might have been to many pre-teen girls. Leena knew that uncles quite often did it with their nieces. It really wasn't much different than having Elvin, her cousin, do it to her. But the thought of her teacher doing it to his twelve-year-old niece was exciting.

'But even though Irene was good she wasn't as good as her sister, ' Leena read as Bob typed. 'Little girl cunts are special. They have that elastic tightness that older girls don't have and Lucy still has it even though she's a teenager now and we've fucked many times.'

Leena's got a warm feeling in her belly as she read what her teacher was writing. Would he like her as much as he liked his niece, Lucy? She slipped her hand between her thighs and slid her middle finger into the soft, wet slit of her pussy.

'Irene is really good, though. She wraps her long legs around me and she really knows how to move her ass.' Bob stopped typing long enough to free his throbbing erection from the constraints of his undershorts. He leaned back in the swivel chair and held the hard, thick shaft while he reached out with the other hand and continued to type.

The little girl behind him rose up on tiptoes to see her teacher's naked tool. Up close it looked even bigger than it had through her peephole. She could see the clear liquid that was welling up out of the little slit in the purple knob and she wondered innocently if he was going to spurt like he had the night she watched him before.

The hairs on the back of Bob's neck stood out as he became conscious of some extra warmth behind him. Had he locked his door? And then he saw the reflection on the laptop screen. It was fuzzy and faint but it was also recognizable. It was little Leena's pretty face.

"My God! Leena? What are you doing?" He turned slowly and saw first the girl's bare shoulder and then the full, round globe of her naked, right breast. "My God! You shouldn't be here!" He grabbed the small towel he'd been using to wipe his brow and dropped it to his lap to hide his upthrust prick as his eyes took in the rest of the young girl's naked body.

"Nobody else knows, Mr. Best," Leena said nervously. "They won't be home until late."

"But Leena? Please? Go put in some clothes?" Bob knew he should be more commanding but his hungry tool jumped with anticipation as he fought his urge to take what was being offered.

"Hee Hee," Leena giggled. "You ain't got no clothes on neither, Mr. Best."

"I mean it! Leave me alone!" Bob said firmly as he swung the chair around and faced the girl. But despite his words the schoolteacher was tremendously tempted as his eyes took in the vision of nubile loveliness standing beside him. Her small mouth was cherry red and pouty and her breasts stood out from her chest like two perfectly shaped globes tipped by pink, jutting nipples.

"You don't really want me to go, do you?"

"My God, Leena? What would your Dad think? You're only twelve years old... you're too young?" but even as he protested in a lust-choked voice his arm reached around her and he drew her small body closer.

"I'm as old as Lucy was." Leena shivered as the man stroked back, his hand sliding ever lower until he was holding her bottom. His other hand brushed lightly over her proud, outthrust breasts, down over the slight convexity of her belly and moving closer and closer to her fat, little cunt. "And Daddy can't say nothin'. I seen him doin' Eloise and she was only 'leven."

It dawned on Jack then that the girl had been reading over his shoulder but he was shocked by what she said about her father. Still, Reverend Wilson had perhaps implied something like that when he'd said that girls were mature for their years in more than just physical development. Maybe the minister was as bad as he?

Bob's gaze was fixed on the juncture of the young girl's plump thighs. There were the fuzzy beginnings of pubic hair on her bulging mons but the top of her crevice was still hairless. Definitely she was too young.

"I done it lots, too, Mr. Best. And I seen you... like... doin' it to yourself the other night." Leena liked how her teacher was acting. It was like he was scared of her.

The girl's left breast was right beside his cheek although he was seated and she was standing. Bob leaned in closer and the hard, jutting nipple bumped his mouth. He opened it to draw the rubbery projection between his lips and sucked more of her luscious titflesh inside. He licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled every square centimeter of the girl's mouthfilling, firm boob while his hand groped at and squeezed and felt and savored the resilience of the other. His other hand slid along her naked back, reaching all the way up to the back of her neck and then down again to cup and squeeze her marvelous buttocks.

Bob marveled at the feel of the young girl's body. It was smooth and warm and her flesh was springy. It was as if her skin was stretched taut to contain the flesh inside, as if there was almost too much of her growing breasts and buttocks to be constrained by her young skin.

Leena had been fucked but she'd never been made love to. As her teacher's hands and mouth feasted on her young breasts they felt like they were going to burst and hot thrills coursed through her juvenile belly from the teasing caresses of the voluptuous mounds.

Any resolutions he may have made disappeared, melted away by the heat of the girl's luscious body. She was like a toy and he easily lifted her small body, kneeing her short legs apart and settling her down on his lap astride his thighs.

The little twelve-year-old girl glanced down at the big, thick fleshpole that projected out from the man's pubic bush and a tremor of apprehension gripped her. But then his face blocked her view as his mouth covered hers.

Leena had never been kissed. Not in a wet, tongue tangling way. Each time she'd been fucked it was without any foreplay. Her teacher's lips pressed against hers and then his tongue pushed in as her mouth opened. His hot breath mixed with hers and she uttered a soft gasp as she felt her mouth being explored by the mobile tongue. Straddling her teacher's thighs, her own short legs splayed wide apart, she thrilled to the new sensations.

God, her soft, little mouth was sweet. Bob could tell that the girl was inexperienced as he filled her humid, oral cavity with his tongue while his hands explored her silken flesh.

Barely touching the surface of her skin with his finger tips; Bob slid his hands up and down along the smoothness of her inner thigh and the roundness of her ass. Then he was caressing the entire naked area between her widespread legs. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her skin, incredibly aroused by the thought of what he was doing to this horny and willing pre-teen girl.

He cupped her mound with his hand; the outside fingers and thumb lying in the crease of her widely parted thighs. He worked the length of his middle finger back and forth through the cleft of her hairless pubes and felt her sexual wetness coat the digit as it delved in between the pink pussy lips. When it was covered with her musk, he casually inserted the tip of his middle finger into her moistening little-girl slit and sank about half of the narrow shaft up inside the tight, warm center between her thighs. There was no sign of a barrier and Bob felt a twinge of disappointment.

Slowly, he began to finger-fuck the sexy twelve-year-old as she sat with her knees spread wide. Her hot breath was gusting into his mouth, telling him that he was making progress. He caressed the outside of her pussy lips with his outer fingers and made gentle little circles on her clit with his thumb as his middle finger slowly, leisurely, slipped in and out between the tight lips of her barely pubescent pussy. He could feel the elastic grip of her cunt-opening close around his finger as, over and over again; it plunged into her wet girl opening. God, she felt good. She liked it, too. His cock felt like it would burst in the anticipation of getting into that juicy, young fuckwell.

"Mmmmmm..." Leena moaned quietly and her body squirmed slightly as her teacher fingered her hot little-girl pussy. All of her senses were tuned to every little nuance, and she was aware that everything was adding to her arousal. The sound of her own panting moans and the feel of the man's mouth and lips on her breast, the delicious massaging of his hand on her crotch all served to excite her more than she'd ever been before.

His little sextoy was totally compliant, her widespread legs relaxed, her large, firm breasts and soft, little mouth freely offered to his oral and tactile caresses. He could wait no longer and he raised his head, leaning back in throbbing readiness to fuck the twelve-year-old girl.

Reverend Ebenezer Wilson was in his finest preaching form just as Bob Best was getting ready to fuck the minister's twelve-year-old daughter. Always on the nights after he cleansed one of his young parishioners the prurient preacher felt moved to lecture his congregation about the sins of the flesh. Sodom and painted harlots were his usual themes and tonight, after Felicity had performed on the minister the best that Sodom had to offer, he was not even interested in any of the other delectable creatures that had accompanied their parents to his weekly harangue. The obedient fourteen-year-old girl had used her pretty mouth with exciting skill to empty his oversized gonads and make him ready to truly dispense God's Holy Word.

His daughter, Priscilla, had heard her father's sermon many times since she moved back to live with him. Most of the girls in the congregation, even those who were ten or eleven years old, understood her father's hypocritical message better that she. And those who understood the message were sinfully aroused by the vivid images the minister's carefully chosen words portrayed. Priscilla wasn't because she didn't understand. Sitting near the back she quietly rose to her feet and ducked out the side door. She was not especially endowed with gray matter and was having trouble with her schoolwork and she could better use her time working on that.