Rowan walked up to the door with colorful schoolbooks under his arm and a spring in his step. A cheerful if not self-conscious fox, Rowan Arkenstone enjoyed his job as a tutor. Educating the youth of tomorrow, he believed, was a noble profession, and there was no better moment than when his students suddenly [i]got[/i] what he was teaching. It was like a light turning on behind their eyes and  he never tired of seeing it.

Tonight was one of his later sessions and a weekend job besides. His student: Penelope "Penny" Mardas, a pretty bear with a blind spot for mathematics. Rowan was ready to help her learn, and he often boasted that he had yet to meet a child who he couldn't help. He knocked on the door twice and was soon greeted by a bear. The bear was every bit of six-foot-six, burly in the chest, and sour in the face like he was having a terrible day.

The fox smiled disarmingly. He was good at disarming smiles; it was a defense mechanism he had developed in high school to stave off bullying. It only rarely worked. "Mr. Mardas?" he tried.

"He's out. So is Mrs. Mardas," the bear flatly replied. "You're here for Penny, right?" he asked, his enthusiasm matching his dour expression. A moth flitted against his face and he swatted it away, never flinching. "Come inside."

"Yes, I'm here for Penny, I'm her math tutor," Rowan said, hefting the books. He slipped in alongside the bear and welcomed the air conditioned chill of the living room; it was another sticky summer evening. "Where is little Penny, then?"

"I'll go find her," the bear said, walking off and scratching his groin. "Penny! Get the fuck out here!" he bellowed into the house.

"Fine, I'm comi-i-ing!" a girl groaned, then she came bopping out of her bedroom, hair bouncing in pigtails, her body dressed in an old green t-shirt which she seemed to have repurposed as a nightgown. Her honey eyes fell on Rowan and an unnaturally adult smile spread over her lips. "Oh, hey."

The fox studied her appearance, then looked at his wristwatch. "Did I wake you? Your mother said you're usually awake until about eleven." It was barely eight.

"I just like bein' comfortable," Penny explained with a shrug. "Okay! So, math, right?"

Rowan looked over her small, young body. The t-shirt made it hard to see her figure but her legs were visible, the shirt hanging not unlike a scandalously low skirt. A frightfully pedophilic thought lanced his mind: was she wearing panties?

Penny saw what he was doing. She was familiar, so very familiar with that look, the lust which budded just like her small breasts. She moved in close, cornered him against the front door. Her smile was wide, paws pressed piously together. One of her brown nipples peeked at him through a ragged, but small hole in the shirt. "You're Mr. Arkenstone. Right?"

Rowan gnawed his lip. He wondered if she could tell he was blushing. "Mr. Rowan Arkenstone. Math teach-, math tutor, teacher. Yes."

[i]"The[/i] Mr. Rowan Arkenstone?" Penny cooed like a girl meeting her celebrity crush. She leaned on him, looked up at him, her smile as innocent and sweet as cherry pie, eyes lustful and adult. "The one who fucks little girls in exchange for little gold star stickers on their math homework?"

"What?" Rowan breathed. "That's not true at all!" His cock tented his pants. He looked up to the hallway. Her brother's door was open, a shaft of light cast out on the carpet.

Penny followed his gaze. She said with little interest, "My bro doesn't care if you screw me. Let's go fuck and you can pretend I know how to do math." She smiled up at him, rubbed his crotch in her soft, small paw. "You eat pussy?"

Her brother walked out of his bedroom. Now he was barely dressed, shambling towards the kitchen in boxer shorts only. He stopped and looked at the pair, saw Penny's paw on Rowan's crotch, shook his head and kept shuffling along.

"It's-, it isn't what it-," Rowan struggled to speak.

"Keep it down, Penny," the brother indifferently said. He moved into the kitchen, drew himself a glass of water, drank it down with a tablet from a prescription bottle and lumbered back to his bedroom. "I gotta be up at four in the morning," he said just before he shut the door.

Rowan looked down at Penny, alarmed. "He doesn't-?"

"Not at all," Penny grinned. "So-o-o you wanna eat some little girl pussy?"

"God, yes," the fox breathed, dropping the books in a heap. He scooped Penny up, took her to the couch, laid her back. He pulled up the shirt and saw her naked loins. "Oh, thank god," he said, as though it were some pre-meal grace to a pedophile god. He dived on Penny's muff hungry and slobbery, tongue slathering the labia, sticky jowls smooching pussylips, bushy tail swishing giddily.

"Ooh, yeah, eat me [i]out,"[/i] Penny crooned. Her toes curled and her smile, which already was wide, grew even wider. "Gawd, I love getting my pussy licked."

"It's a good pussy," said Rowan around a mouthful of the little girl. "Can I fuck you?" he asked desperately, the tone pleading. "I want to put it in you."

Penny pawed at the back of his head, held him in close. Over the sound of his wild cunnilingus, she tutted, "I could suck you off. Blowjob or stick it in my pussy? Now there's a hard choice..."

The fox's eyes, big and orange, looked pleadingly into Penny's gaze. The adult quality was there, the ultimatum non-negotiable. "I wanna fuck you," he spoke against her cunt, mouthing her. "Gawd, I wanna fuck you so badly."

"I want you to fuck me too!" Penny tittered. She pulled on his ears, laughed at his wince. Her legs closed around his back in a pincer and held him in tight. The only thing he could smell and taste was immature bear box, her musk prepubescent and thin, flavor tart and ready as any pussy he had ever had.

She pushed him back first with her paws, then her feet, shoving him onto his ass. The bear wiggled forward on her little round butt, pulled up her shirt, grinned at him like a demon. As she parted her cuntlips, she growled, "Tutor the fuck out of me, Mr. Arkenstone."

Rowan's heart fluttered like a moth around a light. His cheeks were flushed, face hot, cock throbbing. He shucked off his khakis and boxers. The waistband of his boxers strummed his erection and made it bob, the dark blue flesh average in size but plump with blood, its surface lined by veins.

Penny glimpsed his penis and nodded approvingly. "Nice dick," she purred. "C'mon, Mr. Arkenstone," moaned the girl, "hurry up and pound me. I bet you like little girls more than teaching."

"I'm not a-, I'm no-," Rowan blurted, then his voice fell off, coming back in a whisper as if speaking the word would make it true: [i]"pedophile."[/i]

The bear's grin was horrible, evil. It was like she was an adult in a child's body - an oversexed twenty-something with the flat chest and immature smell of a ten-year-old. She pulled the lips of her vulva wider, bared the slippery pink of her vagina to him. It glinted in the lamp light.

Rowan moved near, gripping his cock, aiming its dribbling tip at her vagina. He shuddered as he climbed onto the couch, onto Penny Mardas. Sliding into her was fairly difficult, her body slick and accommodating yet ungodly tight. He found himself stuffing it into her, pushing with all his might, defying youthful muscles and pink flesh. Penny crooned beneath him, adult noises of sex in a little girl's register. Her paws hooked around the back of his neck and pulled him down. She kissed him, wide bear tongue slurping between his lips. Rowan kissed her back hungrily.

The fox's rhythm was rough and jerky. He was nervous like he'd been his first time, felt like he was going to pop any second now. There was a tickling stirring in his chest like a flock of birds, their feathery wings beating against his ribcage. He sucked her tongue, mouthed her maw, their slobbery and sticky jowls dragging together like strips of tacky glue. Penny's arms held him tight and her legs were looser but still persistent, telling him where he was and where to stay. Her young cunt throbbed without rhythm on his penis, seeming to milk and squeeze. Her wetness oozed around the fox's penis.

Penny's tongue dug at the roof of his maw, stroking and slobbering the ridges. Rowan was submissive to her in the kiss, letting her tremendous bear tongue walk all over his own. He realized, with a stab of concern, that he was submissive to her sexually too; the girl was controlling him, had goaded him into this with her slim, girly body and amorous eyes. Rowan still believed he couldn't possibly be a pedophile but Penny had broken him like a twig. She did it without so much as trying. The fox felt like a foolish pawn and he found exhilaration in that.

He pulled from the kiss and left Penny's lips slobbery, his own dribbling runnels of thick bear drool. His penis still grinding into her, sliding along exercised, slick walls which he expected he was sharing with dozens of other men. Penny was too good for this to be her first, second, even her third rodeo. He whispered close to a small round ear, "God, you're hot. You're really, really-, you're so fucking good. I hope you know that. I don't like little girls. I'm not a-."

"Pedophile," Penny tittered, her voice droning, a little sleepy. Rowan recognized it as the adult feeling it was: pleasure. She was getting off. Her eyes had fallen half-lidded, her smile dreamy and warm. Soft kisses peppered his face, neck, chin. She purred to him, "Cum inside me. I really like when guys cum in me."

"Yeah, okay, you got it," Rowan breathed, knowing that he would have done it anyway. Like how he always failed when it came to edging, Rowan never found himself ready to pull out when the time came. He just loved the feeling of a tight, pink pussy too much to want to exit it before business was concluded. He kept going, rhythm rough but effective, balls bumping her bottom, hips mashing into her loins. He nuzzled her, kissed her, and licked down and over her chest. The small bumps of her nipples enticed him and he tasted them, then slurped his way over the plane which would eventually be a pair of plump breasts. For now she was only smooth.

"Yeah, lick me there," groaned Penny, supreme pleasure undermining her words. She arched for him, pushed out her smooth chest in a catlike curve. Rowan obliged her, hungry for her, lapping her nipples and leaving the whole plane of her chest slobbery and hot. She whispered just to him, "You're gonna make me cum, you keep that up... I like your dick."

Getting orders and compliments from a little girl left Rowan feeling strange but thrilled. He thought about how her brother didn't care but believed her parents definitely would, and that was another exciting idea. He didn't wanted to be busted, he quite liked being a tutor, but what if they discovered him hunched over their ten-year-old daughter? It made his heart pound and his brow break out with sweat. He quickened his pace, fucking Penny like a masturbating teenager: in a rush and unsure of how much time he had left. Unlike a teenager having a few precious seconds to put his dick away, Rowan knew he had no safety net. There was no way for this to look like anything but what it was. He shuddered to Penny, "I'm gonna cum so hard."

"Ooh yeah, cum for me, you fucking cum right inside me," Penny grumbled, her voice dreamier than ever, the vulgarity standing out as intensely erotic to Rowan. She raked her little pink-glossed paws down his back, nibbled his cheek and chin, preened him. "Fu-u-uck, you're good. My last tutor couldn't even keep it up."

"Your-, your last tutor?" Rowan asked, breathlessly. But he was done, his breath stuck in his throat, precluding further words. He tensed and huffed, started to jerk as he pounded the girl. His cock twitched and his balls were taut. Suddenly he released, moaning softly as he gushed thick and fertile ropes into her infertile body. Around his penis Penny tensed and quivered, vaginal muscles squeezing like a vise. The little girl whimpered to him, spoke sweet, sultry nothings as her climax washed over her and rendered her young vagina exceptionally wet and snug.

"Oh my god," breathed Rowan, the words all but inaudible. "Oh, god..."

"Mm, [i]fuck.[/i] Oh, that was the [i]shit,"[/i] Penny indulged, her small chest rising and falling quickly. "How am I at math?"

"What?" Rowan asked, startled. Then the fog cleared. He blushed, stammered, "Um-, uh. You were great." He nodded. "A natural. Gold star. Your parents should be," he smiled a wry and foxy smile, "very proud of you."

"Why [i]thank you,[/i] Mr. Arkenstone," Penny cooed. She kissed his lips and giggled. "You sure are a good tutor. I might need more lessons, though."

The fox's heart fluttered. "Oh-, oh, you bet. Anytime."