Jack Valentine Adventures!

Jamie's Worth

 

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Story Codes: M/F, M/f, M/m, pedo, romance, oral, anal, cheat, cd
Synopsis: Another Jack Valentine Romance in which Jack is confronted by a 13 year old boy named Jamie, who claims he has photographs of Jack with one of his students that could ruin the teacher's life! But what does the boy want in return for the pictures? Jack has to figure it out and quickly!

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Copyright 2008-2009 Rachael Ross - Note: Jack Valentine's Adventures will continue!

"When the gods wish to punish us,
they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde

 

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Prologue


The waiting was the hard part, but I was used to it and Lonnie was a good girl. Smart and pretty, small all over just the way I like it and best of all, right on time. Just like me, Lonnie always kept her promises.

"Hi!" she slipped into the backseat of my Volvo without warning, wanting to surprise me.

"Oh! Hey!" I gave her a theatrical look that made her laugh happily and my cock was already growing stiff with anticipation.

"I have to hurry," Lonnie said. "Keri and Denise think I went to the bathroom."

"They do, huh?" I was smiling at her. "Come here then. Jesus, you're so beautiful today."

"Am I?" Lonnie's big brown eyes looked down and she bit her lip playfully. "Do you still love me?"

"Oh yeah, Lonnie," I said, helping the small girl climb onto my lap. This wasn't the first time we'd done this. "Did you take your pill today?"

"Uh-Huh," she smiled, showing off her braces and the dimples in her cheeks. "I take one everyday, just like you said."

"Good girl," I held the fourteen year old in my arms and she was only barely that; Lonnie's birthday had been just a few weeks before.

"We're gonna have a baby someday, right?" Lonnie had her thin arms around my neck, pulling herself close enough that her flat chest rubbed against mine.

"Yeah, Lonnie," I let my hands slide down her back, across the cotton blouse she wore to find her skirt, loose and spread over our knees. "I love you so much; we'll have a lot of babies someday."

"I love you too," she sighed and brought her mouth to mine.

Lonnie was quickly pushing her small pink tongue into my mouth. I'd seduced her almost a year ago, or perhaps she'd seduced me. It was hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy, and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and fucking was fun, it was all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking.

"Where's your panties?" I grinned at her a moment later, breaking our long kiss and Lonnie giggled with mischief.

"In my purse. I took them off for you," she told me and I'd already figured that out. My hands were under her dress, playing with her bare ass. Lonnie was so small and her round cheeks filled my hands perfectly.

"Bad girl!" I kissed her quickly on the lips and my cock ached painfully to be inside her.

"Bad boy!" Lonnie countered and she was pushing herself down, finding the bulge in my trousers with her bare sex and getting me a little wet as well. Lonnie always got juicy when we made out.

A seventh grade nymph and her math teacher, weren't we a pair.

It took a minute of fumbling while we kissed and smiled into each others' eyes, but soon enough Lonnie had my erection free. My cock isn't overly large, but it's the perfect size for fucking horny little girls like Lonnie, believe me. Taking her virginity had hurt the girl at first, but not too much and I'd been so careful, so loving with her. It was the reason she always came back for more. Little Lonnie really loved to ride my cock and the hard part was not giving in to her frequent flirtations at school. She could keep our secret, I had little doubt of that, but I'd have to talk to her again about behaving herself in the classroom.

"Take it slow, Lonnie," I whispered, holding the girl lightly by the hips and just admiring the way she was determined to make love to me.

"Yeah," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly as the head of my cock found her sweet little sex, plump and pretty without a hair on it yet.

Lonnie was tight too, wonderfully small inside and not very deep at all. Little girls stretch though and tight little pussies like hers were made for hard cocks like mine. I wanted to grab her tightly and pull the little girl down hard, give her a good quick thrust and drive myself inside her fiery sex all at once. Lonnie was hot inside and wet; her juices were running down the shaft of my prick as I entered her slowly, the girl sliding down my prick inch by inch, letting her pussy get used to me all over again. I was stretching her, the muscles in her cunt giving way slowly, gripping my cock with small spasms that made Lonnie's whole body shiver.

Jesus, that girl was sexy and such a great fuck! She was the one doing the work, working herself up and down, taking a little more of me every time until I couldn't help myself. I brought my left hand to her head, digging my fingers in her curly brown hair and kissing her deeply. I pushed my tongue into her tiny mouth, making Lonnie moan and wriggle her tongue against mine. My other arm went around her thin waist, holding the girl tight and pulling her down as my ass came off the seat.

Lonnie gave a muffled gasp and stiffened as the head of my cock drove the last few inches all at once, finding the very bottom of her sex with a jolt that we both felt distinctly. Lonnie shuddered then, quivering in my arms and I felt the wetness of her tears on my cheeks as we kissed. She wasn't crying because I hurt her though, I hadn't…Lonnie was just cumming.

We fucked quickly after that, kissing and whispering breathless words of love while she wiggled her ass and rolled her narrow hips. I held her all the while, keeping the little girl tight against me, impaled on my cock as it moved just a few inches in and out of her. Short, quick strokes and that was all we needed. Lonnie came again, just at the end, and feeling her pussy spasm brought the sperm shooting out of my balls. I flooded my fourteen year old lover with my cum, spraying it right up against her barely mature cervix. It was a good fuck, even if it had lasted only five minutes probably. Maybe seven, but making love to girls like Lonnie was like that. It was always over much too quickly.

"I love you, Mr. Valentine," Lonnie sighed, content to rest her cheek against my chest while my cock remained stiff and swollen inside her. She was breathing hard and her face wet with tears of joy; the most beautiful little girl in the world just then.

"I love you too, Lonnie," I told her and that wasn't a lie. I just wished she didn't have to grow up.

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Chapter One


"I saw what you were doing," Jamie told me, just standing there like he was asking a question about his algebra homework. School was finished for the morning and he should have been on his way to the cafeteria for lunch.

"What?" I smiled at the boy uncertainly, but I had a knot in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat, several of them.

"You and Lonnie," he said softly and we were alone now, the other seventh graders gone to lunch. "I saw you."

"Saw what, Jamie?" I asked, trying to smile innocently, but I knew what he was going to say.

"You were kissing her," the thirteen year old said and he looked as frightened as I was, to tell the truth. His blue eyes were avoiding mine and he clutched his books to his chest protectively, shifting from one leg to the other.

"I see," I said with a little frown. "Well, I don't know what you think you saw, Jamie," I shrugged, "but you didn't see that, okay?"

"Yeah, I did," he replied, looking up suddenly. His eyes found mine and I forced myself to stare back at him. "In your car, last Saturday. You guys were at the mall."

"That wasn't me," I told him. "And if you tell anyone lies like that, you'll be in a lot of trouble and…"

"I took some pictures," he said. "With my mom's phone. It's got a camera."

"What?" I blinked and my heart did stop as I assumed the worst. "Your mom saw…"

"No," Jamie shook his blonde head. "She wasn't there, just me. I got the pictures though."

"Okay," I licked my lips and I could hardly breathe. "What do you want?"

"I want you to like me too," Jamie said softly looking down again.

"I do like you, Jamie," I told him and it wasn't a lie. The boy was quiet, but friendly enough. He did his homework and got along with the other kids. So far as students went, I liked him just fine.

"I mean…" He swallowed hard, giving me those eyes again, wide and frightened.

"What?" I asked him. "You don't need help with your grades, you're doing just fine. Do you need a little extra pocket money?"

Jamie was blackmailing me, obviously, but I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He was already getting an A in my class, probably in all of his other ones too. If he wanted a new bike, I could do that. If he wanted some money, fine. How much could a thirteen year old boy need? I'd give Jamie just about whatever he wanted if it meant I got to keep my job, my marriage, and my freedom. I really didn't want to go to prison for the statutory rape of a seventh grader named Lonnie Simpson.

"No," the boy shook his head, "I just want you to like me the way, um, the way you like her."

"What do you mean?" I asked him, finding no sense in that.

"I want you to…Kiss me and stuff," Jamie bit his bottom lip.

"Oh." I blinked at that and leaned back in my chair.

"I love you, Mr. Valentine," he told me and I thought he was almost ready to run away after confessing that. "I want you to love me too. That's all."

"I see," I nodded slowly. "We're boys though, Jamie, and…"

"I know," he said quickly. "That's why, uh, I got pictures."

"Right," I agreed. "The pictures. Okay, well…"

"They're on my computer now," Jamie told me. "Not on the phone anymore."

"Okay, well…" I was trying to think. "…Are your parents home? Is anyone at your house right now?"

"No," Jamie shook his head. "Mom's working. My sister's at her boyfriend's house."

"Good, good," I smiled at him, trying to look sincere. "Let's go to your house, okay? We can delete the pictures and then, uh, and then we'll talk about this some more, alright?"

"Do you love me?" Jamie asked.

"Well, I don't know, Jamie," I kept smiling but my brain was still trying to catch up. "I like you a lot, you know that. I think we should just spend a little time together first. Talking and getting to know each other…"

"Okay," he nodded.

"…We need to be able to trust each other, Jamie. See? And I have to trust you before I can, um, love you. Right?"

"Yeah," he agreed and the boy was shaking, he was so frightened. We both were, but for very different reasons.

"So let's go to your house and…"

"Won't we get in trouble?" Jamie asked me. "If we leave the school?"

"No, we'll be back before lunch is over," I reassured him and I very much hoped that was true, but even if it wasn't, I had to get rid of those pictures.

I gave the boy a cardboard box. It was largely empty, but nobody would know that. He was just helping me carry some old books to my car, some old text books I was donating to the Salvation Army thrift store, if anyone should see us and wonder. Nobody did.

"Okay, you have to give me directions, Jamie," I said and I wasn't very relaxed. Taking a thirteen year old out of school, to his empty house, in my own car? That was like begging for questions that I wouldn't be able to answer and I was obviously desperate.

"That way," he pointed.

"Alright, let's go," I breathed.

"I always liked you a lot," Jamie told me after a few minutes. "I just didn't know how to tell you before."

"Well, Jamie. See, you're growing up and that can be a tough thing to do." I really wanted to talk the boy out of his confused feelings; it would make everything a lot easier.

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling shyly as he sat in the passenger seat of my Volvo.

"When a boy is your age and his body starts changing, your emotions change too," I said gently. "You get feelings that you don't understand right away and sometimes, well, those feelings can even be wrong."

"Wrong?" he frowned at me.

"Yeah, I mean a good looking boy like you should like girls, don't you think?" I smiled at him. "I'm sure some of the girls in your class like you."

"Maybe," Jamie shrugged. "But I don't like girls, just you mostly."

"Uh, okay," I cleared my throat. "Has your mom or dad ever talked to you about this stuff?"

"I don't have a dad," Jamie told me. "My mom doesn't talk to me about anything."

"Oh," I nodded. "Maybe you really want a dad then. Like part of you inside wants a father and that's why you like me so much. It isn't really love, it's something else, and…"

"No, Mr. Valentine," Jamie smiled at me. "I really love you. I thought about it a lot already."

"I'm sure, yeah," I agreed reluctantly. "You're a smart boy, Jamie, one of the smartest boys in the whole school, but do you know I'm married?"

"Yeah," he frowned at that.

"I have a wife and I love her, see?" I hoped I could disappoint him gently, let Jamie down nice and soft.

"So…" he looked at me, "…Why were you kissing Lonnie? You love her too, right?"

"No, I don't love Lonnie," I shook my head. "She was sad, that's all. She was crying and I just wanted to make her feel better. Doesn't your mom kiss you if you cry sometimes?"

"Sometimes. She used to when I was little," Jamie shrugged. "But not like that and you're not her dad."

"I know, but I'm her teacher and that's kind of like being a dad," I said. "I could be your dad sometimes too, you know, like if you want to play basketball sometimes, or need help with something. I can talk to your mom and…"

"I don't want you to be like my dad," Jamie shook his head and then pointed. "You gotta turn here, I live that way."

"You don't?" I asked, taking the turn and thinking I'd almost been making some progress with the boy.

"Uh-uh," he told me. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Ah," I licked my lips. "Well, Jamie, I'm a man. I like girls, you know?"

"I know," he said. "I thought about that a lot too."

"You did?" I glanced at him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'll show you when we get to my house, okay?"

"Uh, okay," I sighed softly, not knowing what else I was supposed to say. I was praying, really, making deals with God to get me out of this.

Lonnie had been easy and not the first, I confess. I've always liked girls that age. Thirteen and fourteen year olds especially, twelve year olds too. They're perfect somehow just as they enter puberty. I don't know why. I was never abused or neglected; it's just how it is. I'm a good looking man too, not like an actor or anything, but tall with thick black hair and a handsome, chiseled sort of face. Deep blue eyes and a trim, athletic body. I've always had good luck with girls, especially the younger ones. I've always had my way with them and Lonnie, she was beautiful and curious; it hadn't been hard at all having my way with her.

I was cursing myself for my weakness right then, believe me. My carelessness more than that, because in point of fact, I didn't feel terrible about seducing a thirteen year old girl. I'd rather enjoyed that and after Lonnie, I knew I'd want another one. They're addictive that way and so I was angry I'd gotten caught, that's all. So please, God, let me off the hook, just this once and I'll be so careful next time…

I doubt God was impressed.

"That's my house," Jamie was pointing at a small trailer, not kept up very well and not in the best neighborhood either.

Trailer parks never are. The trailer next door had three guys sitting around a fourth who was working on a big Harley. They were bikers, all large and leather, tattooed and drinking beer. On the other side, a rusted trailer looked burned out, like someone had taken a flamethrower to it. There was graffiti painted on the blackened sides. Across the street an old swing set lay on its side, rusted bikes and dismantled appliances scattered about. An old Ford Maverick sat in the driveway, eaten away and painted primer red with no tires and no hood.

"You live here?" I looked at the boy and he shrugged.

I was extremely nervous as I parked in front of his home and got out, knowing the little motorcycle gang was watching me. A thirty year old man, clean cut and wearing a two piece suit and tie, following a thirteen year old boy into his trailer? I tried not to imagine what they might be thinking, but that was just guilt or bad nerves. They probably thought I was from social services and I tried to play that role, looking around with disdain, nodding like I was taking mental notes. Whether it worked for them or not, I have no idea, but it made me feel better anyway.

Once inside I was feeling sorry for little Jamie. His mother wasn't much for cleaning, I guessed. There were full ashtrays and empty beer bottles everywhere. Half-eaten plates of spaghetti on the table, an open loaf of bread attracting cockroaches. The place was a dump and not fit for a thirteen year old boy. If I hadn't been so worried about having to explain the circumstances of my visit, I might have called social services myself and I was turning that over in my mind as we walked towards the back of the trailer. All I needed was a reasonable excuse to come back here, because despite my affection for young girls, I wouldn't consider myself a monster in any way. I felt great sympathy for Jamie at that moment and real concern for him.

"How old is your sister?" I wondered, as I didn't know her at all.

"Almost seventeen." Jamie said. "Alice lives with her boyfriend mostly, until they get in a fight."

"Okay," I nodded.

"She's gonna have a baby pretty soon though, so Buddy doesn't hit her too much anymore," Jamie said, like it was perfectly normal for a man to beat up his girlfriend.

"How old is her boyfriend?" I asked, looking at Jamie's bedroom and it wasn't much.

A mattress on a box spring, just sitting on the stained floor. Some clothes stuffed into a half dozen plastic milk crates, stacked up and side by side. A scratched and badly stained table, like a coffee table, that he was using for a desk. It had a little lamp on it and a computer, an old Compaq with a small monitor that looked like it had seen much better days. There were books scattered around, a lot of them; no toys though. No pictures or posters on the walls, or stuffed animals, or anything like you might expect to find in a thirteen year old boy's bedroom.

"He's old like you," Jamie smiled at me. "Except he's got a motorcycle and a beard and stuff."

"Sure," I frowned. "The pictures are on your computer?"

"Yeah," Jamie nodded. "You can turn it on, but you gotta hit the TV sorta cause it just makes a line sometimes."

"Okay," I was going to format the boy's hard drive, taking no chances at all.

I'd buy him a new computer. Shoot, I wanted to buy him a new life and it was hard not to be mad. Like punch the wall mad, you know? This wasn't fair and I had the anger ready, but there was no one to take it out on. I turned on the computer and the monitor had a loose wire or something, it made a thin horizontal line through the center of the thirteen inch screen. It was round like a fishbowl and it had to be ten years old. It was a wonder the kid wasn't blind from looking at that thing.

"Just hit it on top," Jamie giggled and I glanced at him and then stared.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, watching as he was already half-undressed.

"Changing clothes," he smiled. "It's okay, you'll see."

"We don't have time for that, Jamie," I looked back at the computer because that was my reason for being there and I was going to the bios setup menu before Windows could load.

I'm no computer genius, but I knew enough to format the hard drive anyway and I smiled at the warning messages telling me I was about to erase all data and I'd never get it back. Was I sure? Oh yeah, absolutely. I pushed the Y key and listened to the old hard drive spin up like it had playing cards in the spokes. That computer was some real junk and I didn't imagine Jamie's mom had paid much more than twenty bucks at a garage sale for it.

"You gotta plug it in too, in the back," Jamie said, as if he just remembered something.

"Plug what in?" I blinked at him because he was putting on a dress. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna be your girlfriend," Jamie smiled at me, shy and hopeful and probably scared out of his mind that I'd laugh and I did. I couldn't help it.

He turned red, scarlet red, and his bottom lip trembled. The boy was frozen in place, his hands still clutching the buttons in front of a small yellow sundress. It must have been his sister's once, when she was about ten maybe and it was too small for Jamie. It barely covered his butt and the short sleeves were up on his shoulders. It looked funny and I was surprised and I wasn't really laughing at him, but…

"Jamie," I recovered quickly because the boy was about to have a meltdown, "its okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, I wasn't laughing at you."

"Yes you were," he closed his eyes and a couple big crocodile tears spilled down his red cheeks. "You hate me!"

"No. No, I don't." I got up off the floor where I'd been sitting and crossed over to the boy quickly, taking him in a hug. "I like you a lot. I really do, but that dress…It's just too small."

"Yeah," he nodded and his arms were around my waist.

Jamie was clutching me desperately as I hunched over him, feeling his small soft body under my hands. I could smell him too, like soap and shampoo and it was nice, but mostly I just wanted to comfort him and he did seem so much like a girl. The way he felt, the way he smelled, the way I just wanted to protect him from his doubts and fears, and especially from this place that he was living in.

"Let me see," I smiled and untangled myself so I could button up his dress for him. It was crazy doing this. We were wasting time and if someone caught us, I'd be dead. But the boy needed it and for the moment that was more important.

He wore no t-shirt beneath the dress and I looked at his chest as I worked the small buttons slowly. Jamie's skin was pale and smooth and his nipples large for a boy, dark pink and slightly puffy, I thought. He had a beautiful chest, beautiful little tits and for just a second I imagined what they'd look like in a training bra and that image made me swallow hard. I was seeing Jamie differently and not because of the dress, although it helped, but because of his vulnerability, his surroundings. Everything in that place was conspiring to seduce me. I had to remind myself that he was a boy and even if Jamie had been a girl, I didn't want to have sex with him. It wasn't like that at all, I wanted to protect him.

"There, see?" I was smiling. "That's a tight fit, but it looks okay."

"You think so?" He wiped at his eyes and at least Jamie had stopped crying after just a few moments.

"Oh yeah, I think you're very pretty," I agreed and I wasn't lying. He looked like a boy in a too small dress, but that didn't stop him from being almost unbearably cute.

"Okay," he smiled shyly.

"Now, what were you saying about plugging something in?" I asked, because I hadn't forgotten that and maybe it would even help the boy relax a little more, taking his mind off his ill-fitting dress and my initial reaction to it.

"The phone cord," Jamie said. "The pictures are in my Yahoo thing. That briefcase they got."

"What?" I blinked at him. "You put the pictures on the internet?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and tried to explain. "I gotta use the library computer to get pictures off my mom's phone. There's a special thing for that but this one doesn't have a plug-in cause my computer's sorta old."

"Oh," I looked at the computer and there wasn't going to be any internet there anymore. It didn't even have an operating system now.

"So we just gotta get on the net," Jamie smiled at me.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "But I think your computer's broke."

"It is?" he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I lied, feeling a little bad about it now, especially since I hadn't needed to format the drive at all.

"Aw, man," he frowned and that computer was probably the only thing he owned that was worth a nickel.

"I can get you a new one, okay?" I promised Jamie. "A better one than that. One you don't have to hit or anything, okay?"

"Really?" he blinked those big blue eyes at me and I nodded and then Jamie was hugging me again, tightly.

His head barely came up to my chest and I felt his soft tummy against my crotch. He was rubbing me, that's the only word for it, squirming as my arms went naturally around his shoulders. It felt good, amazingly good, and I pressed my left cheek against the top of his head, feeling that soft blonde hair against my face and smelling it. My cock was getting hard, against all reason or sanity; I was getting aroused by this boy in the too small dress.

"It's okay; I'll find one for you this weekend, alright?" I said, closing my eyes and trying to understand what I was doing, and most especially why.

"I love you," Jamie turned his face up and my cheek slid over his forehead and nose, and then his lips were touching me and I didn't pull away.

I kissed him. I kissed a thirteen year old boy and I couldn't tell he wasn't a girl just then. The tip of my tongue played between his lips and he opened so softly, so easily, and I dipped my tongue inside his warm wet mouth. I was slow and careful and Jamie's arms were tighter than ever. He moaned softly, his own tongue playing against mine tentatively as he learned how to French kiss.

I moved my hands down his small back and found his ass, that wonderfully round little behind of his. The dress had been pulled up and to my delight I discovered that the boy had even put on panties, probably borrowed from his sister and they were loose on him, but utterly sexy to the touch. Jamie's firm cheeks filled my hands perfectly and I squeezed his ass hard while we kissed, making the boy squirm with pleasure.

"Oh…" I breathed, "…Uh, that's…We better stop. You need to put your clothes back on."

"I do?" Jamie was licking his lips and breathing hard, not letting go of me. He was enjoying this even more than I was.

"We have to go back to school," I nodded.

"But we just got here," Jamie said softly. "We kissed already."

"I know," I smiled, pulling his arms gently so the boy would let go. "So we can kiss some more later, but we don't want to get in trouble or anything."

"Okay," Jamie agreed reluctantly.

"You know I like you now, right?" I asked him as I started unbuttoning his dress for him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I know you do."

"Good," I smiled back. "Now, what's your Yahoo name…"

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Chapter Two


That night I was online, logging onto Yahoo as Jamie and I looked at the pictures he'd taken. There were half a dozen slightly grainy photos. They weren't great, but good enough that you could tell it was Lonnie and I making out in my car. I was kissing her in most of them. Squeezing her smallish breasts through her dress, both of us smiling and I remembered that day so clearly. Meeting the girl like we'd arranged, not going anywhere, but just sitting in my car, parked in that big anonymous lot. She'd gone to the mall with some friends and ditched them, just for half an hour with me, and I'd fucked her right there on my lap and given the girl twenty dollars after so she could have a little extra fun with her friends.

I love to spoil my little girls.

I deleted the pictures forever and thought about Jamie. How he'd looked in that dress. How he'd felt and smelled and tasted. My cock was hard and I rubbed it through my trousers while my wife cooked us dinner in the kitchen. Jamie, I smiled, he was seriously cute. I'd never been attracted to boys in my life, but seeing him in that dress, when he'd been crying? I just wanted him so badly. To hold him and make it better. He was like a girl, exactly like a girl, he only needed a better dress. A little makeup maybe, no, not even makeup, just a little lip gloss would be nice. Some panties that fit and a training bra. Ankle socks and small black shoes. Jesus, he'd be beautiful then.

"What are you thinking about?" My wife surprised me and I jerked a little.

"Oh. Um, nothing," I shook my head and closed the browser. "Just thinking about work."

"Work, huh?" Amy gave me a doubtful smile. "Well, come on. Dinner's ready, you can think about me for awhile."

"You know I do, baby," I smiled at her and I'd fallen in love with Amy when she'd been all of twelve years old.

We'd been together over ten years and married for almost four. As soon as she hit eighteen we were standing in front a judge. I wouldn't have married her if she didn't understand me so well; if she didn't love me so much. I loved her too, but not like I used to. Amy was older now and changed. She was all grown up and physically I just didn't find her all that attractive with her tall body and large breasts. She'd grown up fast when she hit fifteen and especially sixteen. Amy was a beautiful young woman, no doubt about that, but she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Amy knew what I liked though and that was the reason I'd married her. Where else was I going to find a woman who would let me fuck young teenage girls? In that regard, Amy was perfect and while I didn't understand it entirely, she said it was because she knew I wouldn't love them past a certain point. I'd have a little girlfriend for a year or two and then she'd grow up and I'd lose interest. They weren't a threat and so long as I took care of Amy, so long as I treated her as my wife and returned her love so much as I was able, she was happy. She loved me more than anything and that was how she kept me.

What Amy would think of me loving a boy, though…I didn't want to ask her. I also knew Amy wasn't going to be my alibi if I was ever found out. She didn't want to know who I was seeing. She didn't want the details. It was an open secret between us and I respected that and I went out of the way to protect her from my affairs. We made no mention of what I was doing and I came home every night the way a good husband should. That was what Amy wanted in return for her love.

Amy had blackmailed me into marriage, if you wanted to get technical about it, but I wasn't complaining. She'd made me promise to marry her and unlike every other girl I'd known, Amy hadn't forgotten it. Like I say, I'd always been very lucky with women and she was a hell of a wife.

Jamie was the one on my mind though. I couldn't get the boy out of my head, not during dinner and not later that night when I was in bed with Amy. We were kissing in the dim light and I played with her neatly shaved sex because pubic hair was a complete turn off for me and she knew it. I was rubbing her moist slit while she stroked my swollen prick and I wanted her to be Jamie just then.

"Roll over…" I breathed into my wife's ear.

"Hmmm…" Amy sighed and I was pushing her onto her stomach.

"I want to fuck you in the ass," I whispered.

"Oh!" She gave me a little look in the dark and we'd done this before, but not very often. Amy really wasn't into it.

"Yeah, like that," I sighed and while my twenty-three year old wife was obviously not a thirteen year old boy, she did have the most perfect little ass a man could ask for.

"Why?" she giggled and that always seems like a singularly silly question to ask during sex.

"I'm going to call you Jamie tonight," I said, straddling her thighs and pressing my cock down against Amy's ass.

"Jamie? Who's she?" my wife wondered and then thought better of it. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Yeah," I agreed softly. "Give me that sweet little ass now, Jamie."

"Ummphh…" Amy winced and her body stiffened because I wasn't using any sort of lube. I was pushing my cock inside her anus slow and dry, with just my precum to offer the woman any comfort.

I'm not overly large anyway though, just average, six, maybe seven inches if I'm really excited and not so thick. It hurt her though, a little, and I tried to be gentle, but I found myself fucking Amy's ass hard after just a minute or two, rather liking her soft grunts and protesting sighs. She was wanting me to slow down, but I was fucking Jamie now and my eyes were closed, my mind someplace else, bending the boy over my desk at school, lifting his pretty pink dress and pulling his virgin white panties down.

"God, your ass is beautiful, Jamie!" I groaned, stabbing the length of my cock as far into Amy as I could.

"Ow…Fuck…Jack, slow down…" Amy reached back, slapping at my shoulder with her fingers. "Ja-ack!"

That just made it better for some reason and the bed was bouncing as I drilled my cock into her asshole over and over. It was unbelievable how tight Amy was, how hot her asshole felt wrapped around my prick. If Jamie was half this good I'd be happy, and I suppose that was about the time I made up my mind that I was going to have to find out what he felt like. I was going to pop his cherry the way I'd popped so many others. I was going to fuck him long and hard and fill his sweet little body up with my semen.

"Ahhh…God! That's…Take it easy…" Amy was still complaining, but not too much now.

She was getting used to having her asshole stretched and maybe it was even starting to feel good. I hoped so. Amy was soon fucking me back anyway, lifting her hips off the bed to meet my cock, squeezing those soft little muscles so that her rectum felt like a sucking mouth around my prick. Yeah, Amy was bitching, but she loved sex as much as I did. She also knew that this was maybe the only way she'd have me tonight and that gave her a measure of eagerness that I happily exploited.

I straddled her thighs and hips, massaging Amy's back while I looked down to see my cock working in and out of her ass. That was beautiful and now she wasn't fighting me at all. We were fucking nicely, slowing down after the initial rush of excitement, and I wanted to last as long as I could. This was good practice, I was thinking, and it had been too long since I'd fucked my wife in the ass anyway. We might have to do it like this more often and I knew Amy, she wouldn't say no. She'd never refused me anything, not even when she'd been a twelve year old virgin.

"Oh God! Jack…It feels good now…" Amy moaned and that's the kind of girl she was, the kind of girl they all are, really. "A little…uhmmm…harder…harder now…"

I laughed at that, drawing a ragged breath and lowering my body to hers. I covered my wife like a blanket, kissing her ear and cheek, finding her mouth while I gave her what she wanted. I was fucking Amy with long strokes, going as deep as I could so that my balls would slap her wet little pussy. She was hot for it, feeling good inside and out and all Amy ever needed was a little jump start to get her motor running. We'd be fucking all night probably after this.

"Don't pull out…" Amy was whispering, "…cum inside me…in my ass…please…I want to feel it…"

That was going to do it for me, hearing Amy beg for my cum like the little girl she'd been when I'd taken her cherry. Fuck! She knew how to bring me off and all I could imagine just then was Jamie asking me for the same thing; wanting me to cream his little ass good and make a real girl out of him.

"Shit…Oh Fuck! Jamie!" I was cumming hard, helpless to stop myself from shooting into Amy's clasping rectum as it held me tight.

Amy was milking my cock and draining my balls with her sweet asshole and in my mind it was Jamie taking my hot creamy load. It felt amazing and I wanted to keep my cock inside Amy's ass until morning if I could. After a few minutes though, I was going soft and her ass slowly pushed me out with only a small dribble of dirty sperm. Most of my orgasm was still deep inside her and I liked that idea a lot. I imagined fucking Jamie before school and seeing him walk around all day with my cum leaking from his tender asshole. That was sexy as hell.

"That was great, fuck…" I rolled off Amy with a sigh, lying on my back and catching my breath.

"For you maybe," Amy pouted and that was just a tease; she'd liked it just fine at the end, but I'd make it up to her anyway. I'd pretty much just used her ass to jerk myself off with and she knew it.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry," I reached for my wife and pulled her close, despite a bit of weak resistance on her part.

Amy was a good girl though, better than I deserved, and she made it so easy to love her. I cuddled with her for a long while, kissing her lips and telling her she was still beautiful, still sexy despite being almost twenty-three already. We didn't fuck; I couldn't get hard if I focused on her too much. I needed to imagine other, younger girls usually, but that was okay. I made Amy feel special and loved, going down on her finally and I knew well enough how to make Amy cum with my mouth. I'd had a lot of practice and sucking her hairless little pie was sweet for me.

By the time we fell asleep we were best friends again.

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Chapter Three


I was free, or as free as a guy like me could be. The evidence was destroyed, there was just Jamie's word to incriminate me and I knew how to take care of that. Trusting young girls to keep a really big secret like having sex with a teacher was a real risk, but a necessary one. Making sure they were happy and hopelessly in love was the key, that and picking a girl not only for her appearance, but much more importantly for her personality. If you know what you're doing, you can tell which girls will keep a secret forever. Lonnie could do it and she would, so long as I never hurt her.

The day would come when she found herself in love with someone else. A boy closer to her own age and all I had to do was wait for it. In her mind I'd be broken hearted, maybe even a little jealous, but more than anything else, I'd be happy for her. That was the important thing: Rewarding the girl for her maturity, and respecting her desires would ensure the best possible outcome for both of us. I'd send Lonnie off with a kiss and a small remembrance, a bracelet maybe, or a ring, and she'd be happy, so happy. She'd remember me forever and keep the secret, comparing me with every boy she'd ever date, and usually finding them wanting, I was sure. I enjoyed that part even more than the seduction, I think. The breaking up and I was good at it.

The only one who'd ever broken the mold was Amy, but she wasn't like anyone else anyway and I'd married her to keep our secret safe. She'd been the proverbial thirteen going on thirty and that was no joke. I don't think Amy had ever been a child really,

Jamie was a child though and he could keep a secret too, and the boy was vexing me. I loved girls, yeah, but if I'm to be honest as I've been, I have to admit I loved what they were, more than who they were. Like Lonnie. I loved her fourteen year old body. I loved her personality too; she was smart and funny, and completely adorable with her soft brown eyes and kinky brown hair. The braces she was so self-conscious of made her deliciously cute. I knew she'd grow out of it though and so I knew I wouldn't love her for more than a year or so. She wouldn't be the same at fifteen.

But Jamie…It wasn't a thirteen year old boy I loved, it was him. I had no interest in boys before and none now. But he was the one I was infatuated with and I couldn't see it ending. I was confused and unsure of what it meant. There wasn't any rationale for it. I told myself it was because Jamie was a boy, that's what was confounding me. Would I have felt the same if he were a girl though? I suspected I would and that just made it worse. I had plans and plots and ideas in my head, but I didn't know what I was doing, not really.

"Jamie, can you stay after class for a second?" I asked him as the bell was ringing.

We hadn't really spoken in the few days since I'd visited his home. We saw each other at school and smiled, and I worried that we were being obvious, when in fact I knew there was nothing out of the ordinary for anyone to notice. I was nervous though and so I'd kept some distance between us and Jamie had been waiting for me, patiently for a boy his age, but waiting nonetheless and now his blue eyes lit up as he nodded.

"Hi," he said, standing by my desk as the last of the other kids filed out for lunch.

"Hi," I smiled back at him, barely able to keep myself from reaching for his long golden hair. I wanted to stroke it. I'd been wanting him for two full days. "Hey, I'm picking up that new computer after school today. Can I bring it over to your house?"

"You want to come over?" he asked and his grin was making my heart jump into my throat.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Is your mom going to be there?"

"Tonight?" Jamie shook his head. "It's Friday, mostly she goes someplace."

"Oh, well…" I wasn't surprised. "She leaves you home alone?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "You can still come over, right?"

"Sure, I just really want to meet your mom too," I said.

"Why?" Jamie narrowed his eyes, maybe worried I was going to tell her about his dress or something.

"I just don't think it would be good if I came over and she wasn't there," I said truthfully. "What time does she go out usually?"

"After dinner," Jamie told me. "I dunno, like seven maybe."

"Hmmm, okay. I'll come over early, okay? You can tell her if you want."

"She's gonna think I'm in trouble," Jamie bit his bottom lip.

"No…Here…" I wrote a note on a piece of paper explaining that I was going to stop by and drop off a computer for Jamie, an old one I had just sitting in a closet.

"It's an old one?" Jamie asked, reading the note and I chuckled.

"No, it's new," I smiled. "But she doesn't have to know that, right? It might make her wonder."

"Okay, yeah," he giggled like a little girl and I took a deep breath. Fuck, that was sexy.

"So, I'll be over about six, okay?" I asked and the boy nodded. "Good."

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I went shopping after school and not just for a computer. I had to guess at sizes, but I found a sweet dress that I thought would fit him nicely. It was blue with pink trim, all satin and lace and rather too nice just for casual wear, but oh! it was beautiful and with his pale complexion and blonde hair and those eyes…

I picked out a training bra for him and three pairs of panties in a package, white, pink, and baby blue like the dress. They had small bows on the front. Some anklet socks, the sort with lace around the top and a pair of shoes. Again, I was only guessing, but I'd done this sort of shopping many times and I was more comfortable buying clothes for a teenage girl than I was buying my own.

Some cute and inexpensive jewelry, little things like clip on earrings and a gold necklace with a heart locket. Some bangles and bracelets, the sort of thing girls his age liked and looked so cute wearing. I bought some pink lip gloss and a purse, hairbrush and comb set, small compact mirror with some blush in it. Bobby pins and perfume, a little body spray. It was fun and my cock was throbbing as I imagined Jamie using those things, wearing those clothes for me.

It was a good trip to the mall and I was satisfied.

"You must be Jamie's mom," I forced myself to smile at the woman who opened the door.

"I must be," she gave me a genuine smile. "I'm wearin' her panties."

"Great," I blinked at her. "Well, um, I'm Mr. Valentine, um, Jack…and I teach math at…

"Valentine?" She was in her late thirties, I supposed, and trying to look twenty years younger. Too much makeup, too much red coloring in her hair, too much alcohol and cigarettes and too much…Everything.

"Yeah," I nodded, waiting for it.

"I didn't know it was Valentine's Day!" she giggled and gave me what she must have imagined was a sexy look. "Can you be my Valentine?"

"I'm my wife's Valentine, actually," I held up my ring finger and she waved that away.

"She ain't gotta know," the woman laughed. "I'm Paula, you want a drink?"

She was walking away, leaving the door open so I stepped in after glancing at my car. I'd left the computer in the back seat and I wondered briefly it would be okay there.

"No, thanks," I said. "I just wanted to bring a computer by for Jamie. I had an old one and…"

"That's sweet," she leaned against a dirty kitchen counter. "I was just getting ready to go out; maybe I'll stay in though."

"Uh, well, I can't stay long," I cleared my throat "Is, uh, Jamie here?"

"I sent him up the corner for some cigarettes," the woman said. "He'll be back. You sure you don't want something?"

"No…"

"You can have whatever you want," she was grinning at me, striking a little pose and I was feeling nauseas. "Anything I got…"

"…That's okay," I said. "Maybe I'll just bring that computer inside and…"

"Yeah, yeah," the woman waved and she was losing interest, thank God.

Jamie was just returning as I was taking one of the two boxes out of the back seat. We smiled and said hello and I could tell he wasn't real happy I'd been here alone with his mom. I think not finding me fucking her both surprised him a little and pleased him a lot. It earned me some real gratitude in his big blue eyes and I wondered how much hell this boy had been put through growing up.

"That's an old computer, huh?" Paula was in the bedroom doorway looking at us as I showed Jamie how to connect everything.

"It's kinda old," I shrugged. "I never used it for anything and so…"

"Well, I gotta get to my appointment with a certain gentleman," she smiled and I hid my jealousy well, believe me. "His name's Jack too, but you can call him Mr. Daniels."

"Uh, right. Well, I should get going then," I told her and Jamie was frowning at that.

"Can't you stay and show me how to use it and stuff?" Jamie asked me. "Mr. Valentine can stay a little, right mom?"

"I don't care," she shrugged. "Just don't burn the goddamn house down."

"No, I should…" I started getting up.

"It's okay," Jamie smiled at me and lowered his voice. "She's gonna go."

Soon enough the woman did leave and we played with the computer for about fifteen minutes; until I was satisfied Paula hadn't forgotten something.

"Hey, uh…" I dug my keys out of my pocket. "There's a couple plastic bags in the trunk of my car, why don't you go get them, bring them back here?"

"What's in them?" Jamie wondered, taking my keys.

"A surprise," I grinned at him. "Go on."

"Okay, yeah," he smiled and practically ran in his excitement.

Dressing Jamie was fun.

"You're very pretty," I said, watching him stand in front of me naked. "Don't hide, don't be shy."

"I'm not," he replied softly, but he was nervous and it was sweet.

His body was light all over, without any birthmarks or scars, just a few small moles maybe and none of those could hardly be called a blemish. It just added to his beauty. Jamie was short for his age and thin, perhaps I liked that the most but I suspected it was due to a bad diet as much as anything else. How he appeared as a frail angel, with his blonde hair loose and falling around his pretty face. Even seeing his small penis, pink and circumcised hanging against his plump little balls, it was sexy. He was sexy and his tits, those nipples were wonderful and just as swollen as I remembered. I had him turn around for me, so I could gaze upon his wonderfully pert ass. It was perfect to my eyes, as it had to be.

"Put the panties on, the pink ones," I suggested and he nodded quickly. I watched him open the plastic carefully and unfold them, stepping in one leg at a time and pulling them up.

"Like this?" Jamie looked down at himself and there was just a faint bulge, barely noticeable and I smiled.

"Perfect," I said. "Get the bra, I'll help you."

The boy had no idea how to put one on, of course, and I was only to happy to help him. I stood close behind Jamie, fitting his arms through the bra and pulling the soft elastic tight so the soft cups pressed against his tits. I closed the back, the two small hooks, and adjusted the shoulder straps for him.

"It feels tight," Jamie said.

"Turn around, let me see," I whispered and he was there, a foot away in his new pink panties and small white bra and I had to kiss him then.

I pressed my right hand to his breasts, feeling him through the cotton of his underwear and all the while I explored Jamie's eager mouth with my tongue. He was holding me as well and it was a lovely kiss, one of the best I'd ever experienced, and I let him go reluctantly and only because I wanted to see him in the dress I'd bought him.

The dress was satin, as I mentioned, and a wonderful shade of light blue that set off Jamie's eyes like magic. It was a good fit too and I had a real eye for such things. It could have been a little longer perhaps, but no, it was nice just the way it was. I helped the boy into it and turned him around so I could close the zipper.

"It's beautiful," Jamie said, over and over, stroking his dress like a new kitten.

He was trembling with happiness and I imagine that for whatever reason, Jamie had long dreamed of having clothes just like this. I'd never been much for the debate on heredity versus environment, but I believed just then, looking at Jamie and his obvious pleasure, that he really was a girl inside. Being born with male genitals was just bad luck and it was another part of the boy's life that I found myself unhappy with. How much rotten luck did any one person deserve, I wondered? Not this much and I found that nothing mattered to me so much as seeing Jamie happy.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yeah," he looked ready to cry and I laughed at that.

"It's okay, you can be happy," I told him. "Put on the socks and shoes."

"Alright," Jamie agreed and I watched him sitting on his bare mattress, pulling on the ankle socks and fluffing the lace with a giggle. He put on the shoes and I was thankful that I erred on the larger side rather than the smaller. Jamie would grow into them soon enough and he could wear them now anyway. Little Black Betty's with silver buckles and half inch heels.

"That's perfect," I nodded with a small sigh. "Can I fix your hair?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I dunno," I shrugged and I was already brushing it, finding some of the bobby pins I'd bought.

It was easy to pin his hair back on the sides, so that it fell in golden tresses behind both ears. It was simple, easy, and effective. I combed his bangs and promised him I was going to cut them soon, just to straighten them out, but it wasn't bad. I really wanted to bring him to a beauty parlor, that would have been something. I applied some gloss to his lips, just to give them a bit more pink and a soft, moist appearance which he already possessed in any case. Mostly it was just fun, like putting on his jewelry. The heart necklace and some little golden bracelets around his narrow wrist.

"How do I look?" Jamie asked, standing nervously in front of me.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," I told him and maybe it was true, maybe not, but at the moment I didn't doubt it.

"I am?" he giggled and I could see his little pink tongue.

"Yeah, you are," I said.

"I'm your girlfriend now, right?" he asked me and I nodded.

"Are you ready to go outside?" I asked with a smile.

"Out…Side?" Jamie widened his eyes. "Where?"

"I don't know," I told him and that was truth. "I don't want to stay here though."

Jamie looked around and he nodded.

"Me neither," he said.

"I want to kiss you more," I decided and I was making up my mind, as if I hadn't already.

"Okay," Jamie was smiling shyly, licking his lips and lowering his eyes.

"Do you know what boyfriends and girlfriends do?" I asked him. "When they kiss? After they kiss…"

"Are we going to do sex?" Jamie wondered in his sweet sexy voice.

"Have sex? Only if you want to, Jamie," I said.

"I do," Jamie replied quickly. "But I'm…I never did it so, maybe I don't know how?"

"I'll show you," I promised him. "But not here."

"Yeah, not here," he agreed. "So…Where?"

Room 217 at the Motel 8 out by the airport was a nice enough room and I was only a little nervous. I'd used this motel before with my girlfriends and it was reasonably safe. I could get a room and drive around to the back, entering out of sight and bringing Jamie up that way. I locked the door behind us and he was shy and compliant, and even getting him to leave the safety of his house wearing a dress had been easy. Jamie trusted me completely and I liked that a lot.

We were on the bed, fully clothed and I was kissing the boy again. I couldn't get enough of his mouth and Jamie was learning quickly. His small tongue chased mine and I let him lick across my teeth and tickle my cheeks and the roof of my mouth. He was slow and cautious and so very sweet. My hands roamed his body through his dress and I felt Jamie's hands doing the same with me.

Making out with Jamie was every bit as good for me as making out with any young teenage girl. I really couldn't tell that he was a boy, not while we were clothed and I was in no hurry to undress him. We'd go at Jamie's pace, that was the rule. If he didn't like something, or if he said no for any reason, I'd stop immediately. That was how it had to be with thirteen year old girls and Jamie wasn't going to be an exception. We were partners in this, he wasn't some sort of love slave or sexual plaything. I just wanted to be his teacher.

Jamie was sexy as hell too and after probably half an hour or forty-five minutes of kissing and touching each other through our clothing, he was ready to go further. I was hard as a rock and the boy was rubbing my bulging cock, lightly at first, but then harder as he realized I wasn't going to stop him. Jamie would suck my tongue, moaning into my mouth while his small hand massaged the obvious erection in my trousers.

My own hands were all over the boy as well and Jamie didn't protest at all when I found his own smaller cock with my fingers. He merely spread his legs for me, lifting his hips while my hand cupped the boy's innocent sex through his panties. I squeezed him gently, feeling the small wet stain growing as Jamie's cock was already getting moist with precum. He wasn't so different from a girl, not at all. That was especially true when I pushed my hand lower between Jamie's pale thighs, so that I could play with the crack of his ass through the thin cotton. It felt just like a pussy, hot and tight and sweet, and I was fingering him gently with just his panties to separate my fingers from his virgin hole.

When I finally opened the back of Jamie's dress it felt like Christmas and I started all over again, touching his chest and tummy, kissing his skin. I played with his bra, loving the way it fit his immature body. I pushed it up, above his tits so I could kiss the boy's nipples. Jamie gasped softly and his fingers were in my hair as I took them into my mouth one at a time, sucking them gently at first, giving him small bites and then sucking harder as they grew stiff beneath my tongue.

"Ummm…" Jamie was nodding and smiling with his eyes closed and I started giving him a hickey on his left nipple, biting it and chewing lightly while I sucked.

Several minutes later it was dark as an over-ripe cherry and his tit was a nicely pointed cone now, a beautiful little girl breast. I did the same thing with the other one, bruising his pale flesh as I drew blood hard to the surface. I slipped my right hand under his skirt while I was doing that and spread the boy's legs, feeling his buttery smooth thighs part easily so that I could rub his crotch like a little pussy. I pressed my palm against his cock and balls, finding him stiff with excitement, and my fingers found his asshole and I loved playing with him there.

I slipped his panty aside and worked the end of my middle finger around Jamie's tight puckered anus, forcing the tip against that soft ring and slowly into him. He was tight and dry and the boy jerked slightly. I brought my finger to my mouth, pausing my kisses around his tit just long enough to get my finger wet with saliva. I pushed harder then, worming my finger inside Jamie's virgin boy pussy, fingering him like he was a little girl, and he rocked his hips, not fighting that new experience at all.

"Open my pants," I breathed. "Unzip me."

"Okay," Jamie swallowed thickly and then laughed; giving me a soft nervous giggle while his fingers worked to free my straining cock.

"Yeah, that's it," I said softly, turning his mouth to mine once more as the boy's hand went into my boxers.

He touched my cock tentatively, exploring it for a few minutes while we kissed, but soon he was gripping my manhood tighter and that felt great. I was still playing with him too, my hand between his thighs and I massaged Jamie's balls and hard little cock with my palm while I fingered his tight little ass. It felt just like a pussy, except not as wet maybe and I was working on that too. His small cock, only an inch or two longer than my thumb and about that thick, was leaking precum steadily and I rubbed my fingers over the sensitive head repeatedly, bringing that wetness to the boy's asshole and working my middle finger slowly deeper with every little push.

I kissed him hard, still making out with the boy and like all girls his age, Jamie couldn't get enough kissing. Everything I did to him, Jamie would try on me. I sucked his tongue gently and then his lips, nibbling and even biting them because they were so wonderfully soft and full. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, sliding it in and out like a cock while I fingered his ass pussy gently, and Jamie closed his lips around it, sucking my tongue while his delicate hand stroked my cock blindly. He bit and nibbled at my lips as well, rubbed his small thumb over my cockhead, and wiggled his ass invitingly, hunching my hand with his hips like all girls do when their little pussies are on fire.

We didn't talk very much; we didn't have to, and Jamie sat back smiling and breathless while I undressed completely. He started removing his own clothes, but I stopped him with a smile. His dress was bunched around his waist and his training bra askew and pushed up his flat chest, above those ripe red titties that were beautifully swollen from the love bites I'd given them. Jamie's panties were loose and pulled to the side, exposing his stiff little cock, pink and red and glistening with precum. Between his pale thighs, the boy's hairless balls lay just above his asshole, the sexy crack and sweet pucker that I'd only barely stretched with my finger. Fuck, he was sexy as hell and I didn't want him to move.

I took off all my clothes and found the small tube of KY Jelly I'd bought just for him, like everything else that day, and he was curious, but didn't ask. Jamie was hot and flushed all over, breathing hard and licking his swollen lips. I lay back down on the bed and held out my arms, inviting him to join me and Jamie didn't hesitate. We were lovers now and the boy pushed his body close to mine so that I could embrace him, his mouth pressing against mine with renewed urgency and I stroked his back and then his ass while Jamie's hand found my cock once again. We had a lot more making out to do before we went too much farther and that was fine with me.

"Do you want me to, um, suck it?" Jamie asked me sometime later and he was smiling, looking shy and slutty and nervous and sexy all at once.

"Do you want to?" I asked him, pulling his blonde hair from his eyes and it was a hopeless tangle by then and cute like you wouldn't believe.

"I think so," he whispered and the boy was holding my cock tightly in his small fist, jerking me off slowly and at times I'd had to stop him for fear of cumming.

"Try it then," I smiled. "Give it a kiss first."

"Okay," Jamie giggled softly and my heart was pounding with excitement, as I'm sure his was.

Jamie slid down my body slowly while I watched him, kissing my chest and stomach lightly, wanting to do more but still uncertain of himself. That was the best part for me, one of the reasons I loved girls Jamie's age, they were so innocent and shy at first, wanting to try new things and desperate to please me and afraid of doing something that they perhaps shouldn't. The first time was always the best and seeing Jamie kneel over my erect cock, holding it now with both hands and staring at it with every emotion imaginable crossing his pretty face, was almost unbearable for me.

"Take your time, Jamie," I said, contrary to everything I was feeling just then. "You can do whatever you want. You're beautiful. I love you so much."

"I am? You do?" Jamie looked up at me, smiling and looking so hopeful with those big blue eyes. "I love you too. I want to do it, okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed, staring as the pretty little boy gave the tip of my cock his first kiss.

A long silvery strand of precum connected my swollen cockhead to Jamie's lips for a second and even as it broke the boy was coming back for another. He kissed my cock all over, exploring it slowly with his closed mouth and finally his tongue once Jamie was used to it. It didn't taste bad, his smile told me. It was hot and heavy and throbbing just for him and I told him that. I made sure Jamie understood that he was the reason my cock was so hard. I reassured him over and over, enjoying the way he was licking my cock like an ice cream cone, dragging his tongue along the bottom of the shaft and then around the head. Jamie was losing his fear and gaining confidence and it was just a matter of time before he opened his mouth wide and started sucking my cock like the little girl he was.

"Mmmm…Baby, that's it…That feels so good," I told Jamie, resisting the urge to hold his head in my hands and fuck that sweet sucking mouth of his.

He was doing fine by himself anyway, bobbing his mouth up and down on my aching cock slowly and learning how to suck it nicely for both of us. He was able to get the smooth head and just an inch or two more into his mouth before Jamie would gag on it, but that was alright. He'd figured out how to use that soft little tongue of his and the sensation of it wriggling around my cock was driving me a little crazy with lust. I soon had my fingers in his soft blonde air, I couldn't help it and Jamie was okay, he liked that attention and rewarded me with shining eyes filled with pleasure. He wanted to take more of me and he would try every now and again, but the boy's mouth was just too small and he wasn't ready to try opening his throat for it. I wasn't going to force him at all. After a few months of practice, Jamie would get better at it and maybe even learn to deep throat me; that would be really nice.

"Mpphhh…It's big!" Jamie giggled, pulling his mouth off my cock with a loud wet sound that made me smile.

"No, not too big," I chuckled, stroking his red cheeks with my fingers and admiring the way his chin and neck had become wet with spit and precum. He'd been drooling a lot, giving me a sexy sloppy blowjob and I really wanted to fuck him now.

I had to be patient though, Jamie wasn't finished and I was a little surprised when he started kissing my balls, but I shouldn't have been. This boy was going to be a little cockslut, I thought, much the way Lonnie was. The way they all were once they got used to it. It was amazing how quickly a thirteen year old will accept almost anything so long as it's fun and doesn't hurt. Jamie was licking my scrotum like a kitten and practically purring as my wet cock slid over his pretty face. He was sexy as hell like that, giggling and making muffled moans and sighs. He opened his mouth without any prompting from me and I nodded happily as the boy took one of my balls into his warm wet mouth, washing it carefully, rolling it around with his tongue. He did the other one as well and that was just getting me hotter to break the boy's cherry.

"I want to make love to you," I whispered, unable to contain my desires any longer. "Do you want to try that?"

"Yeah," Jamie looked up at me, licking his lips and nodding slowly. "I want to, but…Will it hurt?"

"A little," I said, because I'd never lie to the boy. "I'll be really careful though, I promise."

"Okay," Jamie said softly, making my heart ache and cock my throb with anticipation. He was so beautiful just then, so innocent and trusting and I did love him.

"Like this…Come here, I have some stuff to make it feel good…" I told him, moving Jamie so he was laying on his back.

I was going to fuck him like the little girl he was, staring into his eyes and kissing that sweet mouth of his while I took his cherry. Jamie smiled and giggled nervously as I pulled his panties off completely. His smallish cock was so hard it looked almost painful and I knew he wanted to cum. I thought perhaps he'd been trying to ignore it, or possibly Jamie had just been afraid that I wouldn't like his cock because it was proof that he wasn't the girl that he wanted to be for me. It was only slowly that I realized the boy had never had an orgasm in his life. Jamie honestly didn't know what to expect and I shouldn't have been surprised by that, very few of the girls I'd been with had known anything about sex before I'd taught them. Jamie was no different.

"You need to cum, don't you?" I asked him and I was getting my fingers wet with a large dollop of KY Jelly.

"Ummm…" Jamie laughed softly and gave me the tiniest shrug. "I think so."

"I think so too," I smiled, pushing his legs up so I could spread the lubricant around his virgin anus. "Have you ever cum before?"

"I don't know," Jamie said seriously. "Maybe."

"If you did, you'd know…How does this feel?" I asked him, rubbing his tight little asshole with two fingers, getting him slick and ready for my cock.

"Goooood…" Jamie sighed and he was trying to relax, his sphincter muscles contracting every few seconds so that I could see his pink asshole winking at me. It was cute.

"I'm going to get you wet inside too," I told him. "Just relax now, this will feel nice, okay?"

I worked one finger past the ring of as anus, pushing the jelly into his asshole as I went. Jamie was tight, incredibly tight and hot inside. It felt like a virgin pussy though, seriously. His asshole spasmed around me and Jamie's cock jerked, a large drop of precum spilling across the pink tip and running down the shaft while I watched it. He was enjoying my finger in his ass, that was obvious, and I pulled it out so that I could apply more KY, squirting it onto Jamie's asshole. I finger fucked the boy like that for a good five minutes, eventually working a second finger inside and making him gasp at the sensation of being stretched so gently. I was slow and careful and comforting with my voice, telling the boy how beautiful he truly was.

Finally I spread lube all over my own cock, stroking myself with slippery fingers while I looked down on him. Jamie was waiting patiently, but he was nervous and a little frightened, his thin body shaking with anticipation. He wanted me to fuck him, I knew that, and it was just the newness of it that made him uncertain. I had to make this good for him, I reminded myself. I wanted Jamie to enjoy it as much as I would and like all my girls, he'd soon lose his apprehension and come back for more. We'd fuck a lot over the coming months, I thought. All I had to do was make the first time really good for him.

"Shhh…Just relax now, it's going to be nice," I whispered, lying atop the boy with my erection stroking his.

"I know," Jamie said, wanting to believe me and his eyes were staring into mine as I brushed his hair from his eyes.

Jamie's legs had naturally gone around my waist and he lifted his butt off the bed, needing to feel more pressure against his horny little cock and we were kissing again. I explored his now familiar mouth gently, grinding my cock against his and it was something I'd never imagined myself doing, making love to a boy, but Jamie was so pretty, so sexy that I could barely think of him that way.

We kissed for several long minutes, until he seemed relaxed and ready to let me inside him. I reached down between us, pushing my cock to his vulnerable ass and I rubbed my slippery cockhead over the boy's tightly puckered anus. I knew he was as ready as I could make him. I'd been generous with the lubricant, pushing as much of the jelly into his tiny rectum as I could, but still I felt a twinge of hesitation. A pussy was made for cock, even a thirteen year old girl's virgin sex. They stretched easily, even eagerly once the girl was used to it. Cunts were made for cock, but Jamie…All I could do was try, there was no going back now and he wanted it anyway. We both did.

"Ummmm…" Jamie scrunched up his face, the corners of his mouth turning down as I began to push the head of my cock into his ass.

"Relax, baby. Let me in," I whispered, kissing his face and gripping his narrow shoulders in my hands.

"It's too big," he breathed, letting out the breath he'd been holding and that seemed to help as the head of my cock suddenly popped inside his asshole.

"Oh! There!" I smiled, pausing as the wonderful sensation of his tight asshole gripped my cockhead like a vise.

"It's in me!" Jamie smiled with some surprise. "It doesn't even hurt."

"Are you sure?" I asked and he nodded.

"It just feels…Big!" he giggled and I took advantage of the moment, pressing my mouth to his, pushing my tongue between his open lips and then thrusting hard with my hips, driving slowly into him.

I didn't stab into Jamie, but just gave the boy a constant, steady pressure to force his tight rectum open for me. My cock inched forward, burrowing deeper with every passing heartbeat and Jamie's legs tightened around my waist with the effort of taking his first cock. I imagined I had to be completely inside the boy, but I wasn't. I had only half of my cock inside him, just the head and three inches more maybe, and that was enough for now. I was content to work just that much in and out of him slowly, breaking our kiss so we could catch our breath.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" I asked Jamie and he shook his head.

"It's okay," he said, but his voice quailed and he was shaking beneath me. His legs were tight, scissoring me with his ankles in the small of my back.

"I don't want to hurt you," I told him. "We can stop if you want."

I meant what I was saying too, although at the same time I was moving my hips, working my cock an inch or two back and forth, fucking the boy slowly. I'd stop if I had to, but I really didn't want to. His asshole was tight and hot and wet with lubricant and my own precum. He felt like the smallest virgin pussy I'd ever had in my life, better than that even, and it wasn't going to take much to make me cum. A few minutes of this, just short stroking the boy with half my dick buried in his rectum would do it. I was going to fill his ass with a big load of man cream if he'd let me.

"It doesn't hurt," Jamie promised me. "I like it. I love you, Mr. Valentine."

"Heh," I had to smile at that, but they all called me Mr. Valentine and I wasn't going to change it. The only one who called me Jack was my wife and only after I'd married her. It was better that way because the kids wouldn't forget and slip up at school, but more than that, I really liked the way it reminded us that I was Jamie's teacher, an adult, and he was still my student, a child struggling to grow up.

I kissed him again and worked my cock a little faster, going a little deeper and wondering if I couldn't get every inch of it inside the boy. That would feel amazingly good, I was sure, and Jamie wasn't protesting at all. If anything he seemed to want as much as I could give him. Jamie pulled at me with his legs and his arms were around my neck, tugging at me there too. He lifted his ass with every thrust, meeting my cock and trying to help me get deeper. Jamie was learning how to fuck a cock and the thirteen year old was loving it.

"It's good…I like it…" Jamie whispered, as if reading my mind and that was when I decided I'd have to fuck him right.

"Lift your legs, Jamie," I told him. "Up like this…Over my shoulders…"

"Oh!" Jamie grinned and his blue eyes got big as I pushed his knees to his chest.

Jamie's ass rolled off the bed, his cock-stuffed hole turned upward as I leaned over him, pinning the boy down with his legs trapped by my arms. He was helpless as a butterfly, vulnerable and wide open to whatever I wanted to do with him. I had a straight shot into the depths of his boy cunt and I had to resist the urge to drive my cock balls deep into his body with one quick thrust.

Instead I just pushed slowly, working my dick in and out with longer strokes than we'd managed before. This was good and whatever discomfort Jamie felt, he didn't voice it at all. He just watched my eyes, smiling and gasping every so often as my cock would stretch him a little more, opening a part of him that had never been touched before. I was working his asshole nice and gently, driving my cock deeper without hurting him in anyway. It was a great fuck, a perfect fuck and I wished they were all like this.

"Oh ohhh…" Jamie's eyes went wide suddenly and his mouth opened in a big round O as the head of my cock touched bottom.

"Fuck…" I breathed, swallowing hard as I held myself there, knowing my swollen cockhead was massaging the boy's immature prostate. He was shivering at the sensation, a pleasure he'd never imagined and I was surprised to feel a wetness on my stomach. Jamie had orgasmed in that moment, his cock was jerking wildly between his thighs, spraying hot boy cum like a fountain. Some of it reached me, but mostly it was landing on his own tummy, on the dress that was still bunched up around his waist.

"That was…It hurt…Kinda…" Jamie looked at me with a confused mix of pleasure and pain, nothing terrible of course, it was just unexpected and new.

"You came for me," I smiled at him and lowered my face to kiss his lips and eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," he giggled weakly and I felt his asshole contracting sweetly around my cock. It had felt especially good during his orgasm, the boy's rectum seeming to tremble with the effort to empty his balls.

"I'm going to cum too," I told him. "I want to cum inside you, Jamie. I want to make love to you now."

"Yeah…" he breathed, smiling like he'd never stop and I kissed him again.

We fucked after that, the way I'd have fucked any girl's sweet pussy. I stroked the length of my cock in and out of the boy, gaining speed as I felt my orgasm drawing closer. He was so incredibly tight, his asshole clenched around my dick like a fist. Jamie's ass was a perfect fit for my cock too, when I was all the way inside him, when my sperm filled balls slapped his ass, the head of my cock was touching bottom, kissing the pillow of his prostate like we were made for each other.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned after not nearly enough minutes of fucking him. I gave him one last thrust, jamming my prick as deep inside the boy as I could and arched my back against my orgasm. My balls drew tight and my cock seemed to explode with a rush of semen, spurting rapidly into the depths of Jamie's clasping boy cunt. He was clutching at me, feeling my cock jerking inside him as a flood of hot man cream filled his ass. I felt the walls of his rectum squeezing me with little contractions, the boy squeezing his asshole to milk my balls for every drop he could get. Jamie was letting me love him and loving me in return.

I held myself there for a long while, both of us enjoying it while we cooled down and caught our breath. I was panting for air and Jamie was licking his lips, nodding and telling me with his eyes that it was all good. He was undoubtedly sore down there, his tender asshole stretched and the muscles tired from struggling with his first ever fuck. Jamie was a little high now on adrenaline and endorphins, but he'd feel some pain later, I was sure of that. He'd fucked me as well as any pussy I'd ever had though, better than most actually, and only reluctantly did I finally pull out of him.

"One thing left to do," I told the boy playfully, cradling him in my arms and stroking his smooth skin.

I'd found the cool stain of his orgasm and played with it, massaging Jamie's cock and balls with my sticky hand, working his own cum onto his flushed skin. It had made him hard again while we kissed in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"What's that?" he wondered and I was jerking him off slowly, much as Jamie was doing for me. My own cock hadn't gone very soft at all and our arms were crossed, both of us moving slowly while we cuddled.

"I'm going to give you a bath," I kissed him. "Make you feel better before I take you home."

"Do I have to go home?" Jamie asked me, his blue eyes searching mine. "Can't we stay here?"

"I wish we could," I said seriously. "But it's getting late. You need to get home before your mom does and I need to get home before my wife divorces me."

"Oh," Jamie frowned and I kissed him softly.

"We'll do this again, okay?" I said. "We'll do it as much as we can. I love you, Jamie. I always will."

"Can't I go home with you?" Jamie asked me and I smiled at that.

"I don't think my wife would understand," I told him. "Maybe sometime you can come to my house, we'll have to wait and see."

"I wish you weren't married," Jamie sighed. "I wish I was your wife."

"I know," I said gently and the idea of bringing Jamie back to that crappy home his mother had made for the boy didn't make me very happy.

I bathed Jamie in the tub, washing his body everywhere, especially his ass. It made him a little self-conscious when I had him get on his hands and knees for me, spreading his cheeks and inspecting his anus gently. I'd been very careful with him, but even so he looked red and puffy down there, swollen from our fuck and bruised possibly, but at least there weren't any tears in his soft skin. Jamie wasn't bleeding or anything like that and I was glad. I washed his asshole thoroughly with soapy fingers and the warm water was soothing, I think.

The hardest part of the whole thing was not giving into the temptation to fuck him again. My cock was stiff and ready, and Jamie's cock was swollen with his own arousal. I could withstand my own desires, but as the boy's bath was finished I realized I couldn't bring him home without some relief. One orgasm wasn't enough for a healthy boy his age, especially since it had been his first.

"What are you doing?" Jamie gasped and he was standing in front of me while I knelt on the bathroom floor and toweled him dry. What surprised him though was when I leaned forward and took his small cock into my mouth.

I'd never sucked a cock in my life, never wanted to for that matter, but Jamie wasn't much of a boy anyway. His cock wasn't large either and his balls looked sexy and feminine almost, so smooth and pink. He didn't have a hair on his body except for the top of his head and I didn't think of it as giving Jamie a blowjob. He was a person I loved and I wanted to make him feel good, so I took his cock into my mouth, exploring it with my tongue and there was nothing bad about it.

I took Jamie's ass in my hands as well, squeezing his small round cheeks and pulling him closer. The boy soon had his hands on my head, his fingers in my hair, and I heard the soft gasps and low moans rising from deep in his throat. This was good for him, what Jamie deserved after being so brave and taking my cock in his virgin ass like he had. I suckled his sweet little dick gently, washing it and swallowing the precum and saliva that filled my mouth. I let him move his hips, like he was fucking my face and I made a tight O of my lips for him to use.

It was new and fun and my own cock was throbbing with excitement when Jamie groaned after just three or four minutes. His body went stiff as he felt the second orgasm of his young life rising from his balls. He came in a torrent of hot sperm, flooding my mouth and I couldn't hope to swallow all of it. I'd never given a boy a blowjob in my life and it surprised me how quickly his sweet cream came out. It was sweet too, salty but hardly bitter, and I was pleasantly surprised by the taste. Jamie was sweet and hot and only the texture was strange, but even that didn't turn me off at all. It was Jamie and I wanted him to know how much I loved him.

I swallowed as much as I could and scooped the semen that I'd missed off my chin, sucking my finger clean while Jamie beamed happily. It was the best part of the night for him and the boy spent the next half hour telling me how good it had felt cumming in my mouth. I just smiled and laughed, loving Jamie all the more while we dressed him in his normal boy clothes from the plastic bag we'd brought. His girl clothes went into it and Jamie wanted to keep them, to bring them home, but I told him I'd wash them first.

"You have some new clothes at home anyway," I laughed, meaning just the other panties I'd bought. "Don't worry, I'll bring these back. I'll even buy you more, okay?"

"Okay," Jamie agreed and he was frowning at himself in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"These clothes feel funny now," he said and then giggled with a little blush. "I wish I didn't have to be a boy anymore."

"I know," I said, turning him around so I could hug and kiss him. "Just remember, you're not what you wear, okay? You're who you are inside."

"Yeah," he looked up at me, smiling gratefully because I think he'd been a little worried I wouldn't like him now that he was a boy again.

"You're going to be okay," I promised. "Do you have a place you can keep your new clothes?"

"Oh yeah," Jamie grinned. "I got some good hiding places. Mom never looks anyway."

"Okay," I said. "We just have to be careful, right? I know you can keep a secret."

"I can," he said. "I won't tell anybody, I promise."

"I know," I kissed his mouth. "That's why I love you, cause I know I can trust you, Jamie."

"I love you too," he said.

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Epilogue


"Where have you been?" Amy asked and she was waiting up for me like she always did.

"Missing you," I grinned at her, undressing quickly and I had to fuck her soon or my balls were going to explode.

"Hey…Ohhhh!" she giggled as I crawled between her legs, pushing her short nightie up and pulling her virgin white panties down. "What's gotten into you?"

"Have I told you how much I love you lately?" I grinned at her, bringing my cock to Amy's pussy and she wasn't very wet, but she'd get there soon enough.

"Noooo…" she said slowly, sliding down her pillow a little, getting comfortable beneath me.

"I do," I said softly. "I love you very much, Amy."

I kissed her softly, seeing the girl I'd fucked ten years before on her pretty pink bed looking up at me. I'd been filling in for her regular babysitter and by the time the night was over, I'd become Amy's boyfriend, popping the little girl's cherry while she cried and made me promise to love her forever. It had been an easy promise to make, especially while I was stretching her tight little pussy with my hard nineteen year old cock, but I'd meant it too. I still did and even though she was older, too old it seemed sometimes, Amy was still my wife and I was very happy that she was.

"Ohhh…Ah…Ummm…" she stiffened and winced and then relaxed as I pushed my cock inside her pussy slowly. Amy was dry, but that was good for me too, it made her feel like a twelve year old again.

"Sorry," I whispered, not meaning it at all and she laughed at me. Amy knew me too well.

"Just slow…Hmmm…Good…" Amy held me tight and this was a nice surprise for her, making love like this, and I made a promise to myself to do it more often.

The reason, of course, was Jamie. I still had the boy in my head and the taste of him in my mouth, and I could have fucked the boy all night long if it were possible. This was good though, fucking my wife the way a husband should. She knew I'd been with someone else, some little girl that Amy didn't want to know about. She knew me well enough, like I say, and that was all that mattered. Amy had never tried to change me. She knew I had to have my little girls, but…

"What would you think of…" I hesitated, looking for the right words as I fucked Amy slowly, feeling her pussy still hot and tight, but growing wet now and taking me easily.

"Think of what?" she asked, lifting her hips and pulling me into her with her legs around my waist, much as Jamie had done earlier.

"Adopting a kid," I told her.

"Adopting a baby?" Amy smiled and we'd talked about babies before. "Why don't we just make one of our own?"

"Hmmm?" I grinned at her. "You're still on the pill, right?"

"Yeah, yeah…" She stroked my shoulders with her fingernails. "…But I could stop. It would be really easy."

I smiled at that, but it was hard. I'd never told Amy that I'd had a vasectomy. I couldn't very well run around fucking twelve or thirteen year old girls, trusting them to remember the birth control pills I bought them. A secret was one thing, but anyone could forget a pill and I hated condoms. I'd used them as a teenager when I had to, but as soon as I'd turned eighteen, I'd figured out what I had to do. It had been a big decision and I'd had my whole life ahead of me, but at the time I'd never planned on getting married either. Some kids saved up for cars, or college; I'd saved up for a vasectomy and only sometimes did I regret that decision.

I hadn't lied to Amy, but I'd never found a way to tell her the truth either and I was very much regretting that too. The reason she was taking birth control pills was so I wouldn't have to come out and say that I wouldn't ever be able to give her the baby she wanted. I was just putting off the inevitable. Lonnie was the same way. That little girl wanted to get pregnant and I'd gotten her on the pill not only to reinforce the idea that she shouldn't, but to protect her too. Lonnie loved to fuck and I knew it wouldn't be long before another cock found her barely fourteen year old womb. I was doing her parents a favor, believe me.

"There's a boy I know, one of my students," I started explaining. "He's a special kid and…"

"A boy?" Amy stopped moving, searching my face with her eyes, blue like Jamie's. "You didn't…You fucked him?"

"He's more of a girl than a boy," I said and Amy didn't know whether to laugh or cry and we were both rather still just then, my hard cock still buried in her moist cunt.

"Are you gay?" she asked and I laughed at that.

"No, not at all," I said. "I just…He's special. You'd like him."

"I don't want to like him," Amy frowned and I started moving again, testing her reaction and she didn't object. "Girls are one thing, I know you love girls, but…A boy, Jack?"

"You should see him in a dress," I grinned at her and that actually made Amy almost smile. "I swear, he's so sweet. Jamie's like…"

"Jamie?" she rolled her eyes. "That's why you wanted to fuck me in the ass? So you could pretend I was a boy?"

"What? Come on..." I kissed her frown. "You liked it."

"Yeah," she sighed. "Thanks a lot."

"I'm serious though, Amy," I said, making love to her now, moving my cock in and out the way she liked it. I wasn't going to fuck her into changing her mind, I knew that, but every little bit helps and our relationship was strange anyway.

"Serious about what?" she asked me. "You want to adopt the little boy you've been fucking? What does that make me?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean you're my husband, Jack," Amy said. "I'm your wife and I can deal with you fucking around, but not if I have to see it. You can't have both of us."

"You might like him," I said gently, kissing her again and Amy made a face. "Really, I wouldn't mind seeing him with you."

"You want to see me having sex with your little boyfriend?" Amy laughed. "You're crazy, Jack. You always were, but this…"

"He's a smart kid, straight A's in school. He's sweet like you wouldn't believe, Amy," I said. "He lives in a dump with a mother, who, well, she's a dump too, put it that way. I can't leave him there. He deserves better."

"There's a lot of dumps in the world," Amy sighed and she was moving again, enjoying our slow fuck despite herself. "You can't save everyone. You can't kidnap this boy and you can't be his father and his lover too, Jack. It doesn't work like that."

"I know," I said.

"And you're already married," Amy told me and that was her real point. The one she wouldn't let go. Bringing Jamie here to live with us would be a lot like marrying the boy and we both knew it.

"Can I bring him over?" I persisted, helpless to do anything else. It was in my head now, bringing Jamie here to stay with us, for so many reasons and some of them probably wrong, but some of them had to be right too.

"Jack…" Amy sighed.

"Please? Just meet him? Will you do that for me?" I asked her. "I promise, if you don't change your mind, I'll let it go. If you don't like him or…Whatever."

I'd almost said 'love him' but that would be expecting too much.

"You promise me?" Amy asked and she knew I'd never break a promise to her. Not in a million years. I made promises to other girls, like Lonnie wanting a baby, but those hardly counted. With Amy, I had to play it straight every single time.

"Yeah," I swallowed hard, looking into my wife's eyes. "I promise."

"Alright, Jack," Amy said after a long heartbeat. "I'll meet him, but…"

"Shhh…" I smiled then, pushing my cock hard inside her with a gentle grind and holding myself there. "I love you so much, Amy."

"I know," she kissed me. "I just wish I was the only one you said that to."

We made love several times that night and I did everything I could to make Amy feel loved. It was all about her and all the while the wheels were turning in my head. I'd call a lawyer in the morning, I decided. Find out about getting social services to look at Jamie's home and mother. I'd been to his house, officially invited in by the woman and now I could file a legitimate complaint without arousing suspicions.

I'd find out about getting custody of Jamie, that couldn't be too hard. I was a well-respected teacher, financially secure and married, a fine upstanding citizen in the community. All we had to do was get a social worker to declare the mother unfit. It would be hard on Jamie; I was sure he loved his mother, but he didn't deserve her. He deserved to be loved and spoiled. Amy would like him, she had to. Amy was a good person, beautiful inside and out, like Jamie was. They had to get along, didn't they?

I prayed for it briefly, striking another deal with God and it was such a good plan, He had to see it...

If Jamie lived with us, if Amy agreed to it and we got custody of him, how hard would be to bring them together? It would work, I was sure of it. The three of us could be happy and Amy could stop her birth control. She could have a child with Jamie, my child. The boy looked like her, the same blonde hair and blue eyes. We'd have a baby that looked just like its mother, that's all and if I had to finally confess the one secret I had from my wife, she'd forgive me, I thought. Amy would understand and maybe even appreciate my precautions, but most of all; Amy would know that it was our baby. Hers and mine and we'd love it, just like we'd love Jamie.

All I needed was a little help from on high, and maybe not even that much.

 

        The End