"What are you doing?" she asked nervously, feeling his hand probe under her skirt.
"I want to see your pussy again," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He used the word, pussy, intentionally.
"Oh, no," she gasped, squeezing her legs together, trying to push his hand away.
"If you don't let me see you," he threatened, "you can't come over to my place and see my dogs and I'll have to call your parents and tell them what I found you doing back here."
"You wouldn't," she cried, tears rolling down her red cheeks. "They'd beat me."
"Let me see your pussy, then." He waited, challenging the child with his eyes, hoping the threat would work.
Defeated, Tammy frowned, her full bottom lip jutting out in a sad rejected pout. "Okay," she sobbed fretfully. With trembling hands, she slid her skirt up her thighs, stopping just before her pussy hair became exposed.
"Sorry, Tammy," Bill gulped, holding his passion in check. "All the way, or I tell." Ripping the child's clothes off wouldn't do him any good. He wanted her to do it because she wanted to. He peered under the hem of the skirt, catching a glimpse of her beautiful virgin pussy.
"Promise you'll never tell," she begged, her lower lip quivering.
"I promise." He rested his hand on her knee, waiting for her to comply.
Her heart thumped as Tammy lifted the skirt to her waist, exhibiting her pussy, bare thighs, and belly to Bill's ravenous stare. She saw him ogling her cunt and it thrilled her beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was tremendously exciting. Her breathing was shallow and she found herself wanting to show the man more of her body, especially her tits that were nice and big, bigger than any of her friends at school. The boys, with their teasing ways, had nicknamed her "Jugs" and she hated it. To wear a 38C bra was something she had always been ashamed of, until now. Shyness and fear held her in restraint.
"It's beautiful," he moaned, choking on the words as he devoured her pussy with his eyes. He stared at her damp pussy lips, pearl droplets of virgin juice clung to some of the silken hair. His hand glided up her thigh, yearning to touch her with his hand.
Tammy suddenly sucked in her breath. "Don't!"
Bill looked seriously into her eyes. "Spread your legs, Tammy," he said, his voice firm, with only a hint of his burning passion shining through.
Tammy gulped and spread her legs. She panted hotly as Bill stroked her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy. "Ooooh," she murmured, the fire in her pussy making her tremble. She stared at his hand, hypnotized by it as it glided almost in slow motion up her thighs to her exposed cunt.
Bill touched her pussy. The heat exuding from her cunt was like a furnace. It was unbelievably hot. He stood up, offering her his hand. "Come with me."
Mesmerized by the handsome man she had a crush on and trembling from the touch of his hand on her pussy, Tammy gave him her hand, allowing him to pull her up off the floor. "Where are we going?"
"To my office."
Tammy followed him, her legs wobbly from passion and an ache in her pussy for Bill to touch her again. "Are you going to make me lift up my skirt again?" she asked as he ushered her into the small office, hoping he would, but too innocent to realize it.
"Do you want to show me again?" he answered her with a question, knowing the child was hooked. From here on, it was going to be easy, but only if he didn't get greedy.
"Yes," she whispered, then blushed.
Bill sat down on a chair and ogled Tammy as she stood in the center of his office. His cock was in pain, the ache spreading to his groin. He watched her innocent face fill with lust as she toyed with the idea of letting him look at her body.
"I'm nervous," she sighed, her fingers fidgeting with her skirt.
"Don't be," Bill soothed, his voice calming her. "Close your eyes and pretend you're alone in your bedroom."
Tammy closed her eyes and swayed on her feet, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her fingers found the button on her skirt and opened it, the zipper sliding silently down. Her hand came away and the skirt dropped to her shoes.
Bill stifled a groan, his hand rubbing his raging cock. He balled his hands into fists, shaking. He wanted to grab her and throw her to the floor and fuck her beautiful virgin pussy. He bit his lip, fighting his natural instinct. He glared at her, seeing the rising and falling of her big tits. "Turn around," he moaned, his voice cutting the sexual silence that hung heavily in the small office.
Tammy hissed and turned, her eyes squeezed shut. Slowly she turned, letting Bill ogle and treasure every inch of her naked body from the waist down. She faced him again, her shyness beginning to dissipate as she opened her eyes. "Am I nice to look at?" she asked tremulously.
"You're gorgeous," he groaned, swallowing the hard lump in his throat. "Take off your sweater."
His voice was hypnotic and she obeyed. Her sweaty hands flipped the sweater over her tits, hiding Bill's lustful leer from her view. She slid it off, her tits heaving with each deep breath. "They're kinda big," she said, almost apologizing.
"They're perfect." His eyes were glued to the two huge tits jutting out from her chest. The fleshy tits strained at her bra for their freedom. His mouth watered as he contemplated sucking them. Seeing a woman's tits on a child was emotionally mind-boggling. "Take off your bra, Tammy."
"They tease me at school about my tits," she said, blushing. "'Cause they're so big." She unhooked the bra and slid her straps off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor on top of her skirt. She saw the look of appreciation in Bill's eyes and it was wonderful. For the first time in her life, she felt like a woman and not a freak.
"What kind of dogs do you have, Mr. Anderson?" she asked. Her shyness was almost gone as she stood naked in front of him. The only part of her young nubile body that was covered were her calves and feet, the knee socks adding just the right touch of childish delight to her otherwise fully matured body.
"I have a Great Dane and a collie. I also have a pretty Shetland pony," he added. A vision of her young teenage body being ravaged by his pets was blowing his mind.
"I can't wait until I see them," she said. "Can I get dressed now?"
Bill smiled at her naive question. "Come here, Tammy. Let me see you up close."
She came to him, a worried expression on her face and in her blue eyes. "You going to touch me again?" Her heart was drumming wildly and her skin had goose-bumps.
"Yessss, my sweet virgin baby," he moaned. She moved directly in front of him. The fresh scent of her youth along with the aroma that exuded from her wet dripping virgin pussy, attacked his nostrils in an exotic blend. He caressed her hips, savoring each soft touch, not wanting to rush. His hands roamed over her body freely.
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Anderson," she sighed, his hands doing strange and wonderful things to her body. "You're making me all gushy inside. My legs are getting weak."
"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice coarse with passion.
She looked into his lust-crazed eyes. "Why?"
"Do it," he said impatiently. "Please," he added gently, not wanting the child to panic now. "Do it for me."
Tammy, suspecting nothing, dropped to the carpeted floor. She crawled between his legs, expecting him to touch her tits as they laid on his lap. "Squeeze them," she cooed.
"Soooon," he promised, leering at her, a lecherous grin on his excited face. "I want you to take my cock and look at it."
She looked up at him, shocked. "Mr. Anderson!"
"You heard me," he said softly, his voice like sandpaper. "Take it out and look at it."
Tammy gazed at his crotch hesitantly. Her tits felt as if they were going to burst. She wanted to see his cock, but she was afraid. Her entire body trembled as she worked at his zipper, finally getting it down. She wiped her sweaty palms on her hips, then fished inside his pants for his prick. Her fingertips felt something hard and warm. It twitched and she gasped as her hand encircled the hard shaft of his pulsing cock.