For Scarlet Emperor

""""""AY-YA!""""""

Mirrors reflected people, distorted a little by the sun, everything well lit by the ceiling window above. A solid wave of exertion rained out underlined with the sound of flaps from the gi's they wore. He walked through the rows of flailing and deliberately thrown limbs, a quiet adjustment on wrists and ankles for those that needed it. Some waited for his critique before putting their foot down.

Stepping toward one, Robert cast out his wrist in a well practiced snap that his male student tried to replicate, only getting it half as good as him - but that was a definite improvement over last week. Once Robert felt confident that he could turn his back on his student and he'd still be doing it properly did he move on to somebody else, trying his best to meter out his instructions.

Robert taught martial arts to all age ranges. Right now, it was the 8 to 12's.

And in his classes, he never liked to play favorites.

But it was hard - extremely hard, to not like Gwen Tennyson.

She always 'got it', before everyone else, practically his mirror image in movement, despite her body being buried in the smallest white gi he could find for her. She was so good, he considered moving her up to train with the teens to adults - but that required a certain height and weight requirement. Part of him hoped she would grow up soon.

...

No, not like that.

Robert segued into the next lesson, getting everyone to sit. Like the other students around her, Gwen sat bent on her knees on the tatami covered floor; half paying attention and half daydreaming.

With a head of scruffy rust colored red hair and the ghostliest of complexions, Robert Scarlet, or Mr. Scarlet as she preferred to call him, spoke with such a knowledge on his subject that made Gwen all... giggly on the inside. Though it wasn't just what he was saying that mattered... it was how he said it. With neither stutter nor backstep, he explained the facets of strikes and holds with conviction, but from any perspective, she found it hard to just stare at him straight on - so she sort of faked it sometimes by looking right past him and making him all blurry, otherwise, she couldn't even look at him at all.

Gwen thought she was over goofy schoolgirl crushes like this...

Robert announced the next drill, and she was already on her feet before everybody else.

A part of Gwen wanted to intentionally mess up and fail just so he'd touch her, but his kind words and votes of confidence in her abilities were almost as good...

Almost.

Dang it. Stupid Gwen and stupid martial arts.

Stuck with having to get her home on time.

The bookworm usually followed the rules to the letter, but she was starting to show up later and later and her parents were concerned, so then they called HIS parents and that's why he was now riding the subway downtown.

Running up some steps, Ben swung open a set of glass doors, the handles an airbrushed silver metal. Ben stepped through a near silent mocha colored hall - the exception being the swipe of his army green cargo pants - trying to recall the address and number of the place Gwen was at, poking in his nose from business to business before finally spotting her. Popping open another door, Ben poked through. "Hey, Gwen-" He whistled. "Let's get a move on."

Gwen continued to ignore him, hanging off the glass countertop in the corner of the place with her butt sticking out, a turquoise backpack overstuffed with books at her side, looking like it would snap if you tried to carry it off, reminding Ben of her trips to the library. As Ben got closer, the one sided conversation became clearer. Robert's palm pressed to another book. "-this one really helped center me and achieve zen." Gwen was hanging off every word.

Emerging as if from the shadows, a near elderly man appeared from... somewhere. Ben wondered where he even came from considering all the open space. With steely eyed slits and white hair, he commanded a powerful presence despite a hump and being smaller in stature than the red haired dude.

"Master Wei Shen." He gave a curt nod, fist meeting palm in front of his chest.

"How business today, Robert?" Though his accent was thick, the English was still very clear.

Robert threw out his hand towards a black beehive style shelf that touched the ceiling, filled with a menagerie of unmoving animals on stands. "One of the students nearly knocked over your entire Jade statue collection. We really should move it to the back office like I've been telling you."

He threw up his chin and gave a snappy response. "Yeah, but how else I get to brag?" Robert and Wei then wandered off.

"Why all the books?" Ben scratched the side of his head. "I thought you were learning karate or whatever."

"I'm borrowing some books from Mr. Scarlet." She flashed her eyes at him, her voice unintentionally trying to instill some jealousy in Ben due to her ability to be trusted by an adult figure. "They're some of his most PRIZED possessions."

Ben rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Geeze, only YOU could NERD UP learning how to fight."

"It's SELF DEFENSE!" She protested, fists on her hips.

She nearly jumped in the air hearing Robert again. "I can't believe I almost forgot this one! Here's an absolute must-read." He passed her the red and black tome, her hand like jelly, barely able to keep it up, a wavering in her grasp.

"T-t-thank you, Mr. S-s-scarlet." She sounded more withdrawn and quiet than before. With a swiftness, she turned, and Gwen moved like she was trying to get a static charge built up, so Ben kept his distance until they met up again at the exit out of the studio.

With the hush of the weighted door behind them and once she was sure they were out of Robert's visual range, Gwen threw her elbow across Ben's chest, knocking him into the wall - but Ben kept up his smug look. "Don't EMBARRASS me in front of Mr. Scarlet! Or I'll... I'll-" Gwen threatened through clenched teeth, but Ben wasn't the least bit intimidated. She didn't even have the words for what she wanted to say. "DWOOOHH! BEN!"

"Are you sure you aren't doing that yourself?" Gwen let go, trying to calm herself with one of the techniques she was taught. She brought her arms back and pushed out the waves, her breath coming out in a huffing sigh. She would be calm. She will be relaxed. 'It's just Ben. It's just Ben.' She repeated in her head. "Hey-" Ben ignored the steps by jumping down to the pavement. Ben fixed some of his loose brown strands from his forehead. "-maybe I should sign up too." The hairs stood on the back of her neck, and in a microsecond, she had already formulated several plans to get Ben to either drop out or never even consider going to Mr. Scarlet's classes. Underneath a streetlight, Ben stopped, arms folded. "You know what? Nevermind. I wouldn't want to get between you and your butt kissing of Mister Scarlet." Ben puckered up his lips and kissed the air, and despite his mocking tone, the weighted spikes that filled her disappeared. So much so that Gwen almost THANKED him for that...

What was wrong with her?

Lifting her mattress, Gwen tossed in a couple more bucks from her allowance, but before it came back down in a hefty fall, her eyes darted once more before enlarging.

She had enough.

She had enough!

*FWUMP*

The bed crashed back down.

It was time to enact her plan.

Wait... did he have a girlfriend?

...

PLEASE don't have a girlfriend...

Poured from a shoebox, bills flew down silently and loud ringing bangs of several quarters rang out before she pressed down on them with her fingerprints, snuffing them with quiet quick scratches. A couple of the dollars had crumpled and crinkled up. Gwen creased them and flattened them out as best she could. "I'd like to pay for a private session with just you-" Gwen threw her fingers towards him. "-And me." Then back towards herself, already sounding like she was out of breath trying to explain something so simple.

Robert passively spread the money across the counter, seeing that it was all there. Gwen had this cheesy, bright wide smile that seemed totally unlike her. "Gwen, I don't know if I can accept." He tried his best to soften his voice. "In your age range, you're literally my top student." Gwen internally cheered, but still held that same face of discontentment. "And I just don't think you're old enough for some of the more advanced stuff."

Her hands threw together in a clasped prayer, interlocking with a white knuckled grip as Gwen bore her elbows into the wooden frame of the seethrough countertop, sweeping herself off her feet, ankles curled into the air, eyes firmly shut. "Please Mr. Scarlet! You're a good teacher and I think you could help me get a lot better at this!" Gwen's green eyes splashed open. "Don't treat me like everybody else! I'm way more mature than kids my age!"

After a long sigh, he leaned back with crossed arms. He understood the enthusiasm, like back when he would watch anything with Bruce Lee he could get his hands on, but he had to earn it... but at the same time, Gwen could have a real knack for it that needed more than the standard classroom setting. "Okay. I'll do it. I have my mornings pretty much free." He wagged his finger in her general direction. "I expect you in bed early tonight if you're gonna make it."

Gwen formed fists that swung at the air, squealing as she did, but she tamped it down as much as she could. Pursing her lips, she did a spinning swivel away, pointing back rapidly to Robert. "You won't regret it! I promise!" Gwen moved like she just won the lottery or was auditioning for a recital, making incomprehensible noises to herself that only she could hear under her breath. "Hoh-cha-wahna!"

Before she could practically dance out of there, he called to her. "Uh, Gwen?"

Her hands clapped as she came to a stop. "What is it Mr. Scarlet?"

"Six AM." Oh... heheh... guess she got a little carried away.

Without bending her legs, Gwen reached over her knees and pulled on her twinkly small toes, a cute little twitch of her nose resulting whenever she made the journey. Gwen then fell backwards, glancing coyly over her shoulder, checking out his statuesque pose as he knelt with his arms fully extended like he was shooting an invisible bow and arrow. "aaaaaah~" Her girlish notion of womanhood quivered in delight at the mere sight of him working out. "Uhmmmm..." She hummed out a little longer so he'd know she was speaking. "Mr. Scarlet... could you get the kinks out of my shoulders?"

"Oh, sure." Robert Scarlet just agreed blindly, not thinking too much of the request.

She might as well have been ice cream. Melting into Robert's hands, there was a look of sheer elation on her face, wishing she could fall into his arms even further as he softly pinched and kneaded her - but he kept it PG and she could tell he was a little nervous about touching a girl her age even above the belt.

"Alright. Let's practice some rolls together." Laying flat on his back, Robert gestured to his midsection. "Sit there and I'll demonstrate." She sucked in her lips. Gwen leapt atop him without question. Saddling her buns from side to side, she pushed further and further back on him, trying to meet his groin, her fingers clawing in and out of his built body, just getting an idea of how strong he was.

"Now you might think you're in the dominant position, but if I-" He pressed both of his hands to the inside of her elbow, bringing it down, then twisting off her hand to his middle. "See? Now I'm the one in control, and I can turn you like so-" Gwen clutched to him as he tumbled, now on his knees, her on her back.

"Uh huh! Tell me more Mr. Scarlet..." Gwen glanced at him from underneath her eyelids, a small wiggle of her body.

That... that wasn't the voice of a student who was passionate about a subject.

That was just passion.

Robert stood back up like something horribly disaffecting showed up on screen in a horror movie. "Uh, okay." The problem was that the horror movie in question was starting to effect him in real life. He turned around, unwilling to face her. "I'm gonna go get us some breakfast real quick. There's a place across the street. They've got doughnuts - good ones... and I'll... be back."

Maybe he could also get a cup of ice water and pour it down his pants...

His hands criss crossed at his sides like there were dirty holsters that needed cleaning before leaving with a stiffer walk than he usually had. Though he wasn't a cowboy, she had often fantasized about him being one and saving her from some ruffians. Or a knight, with her as the princess of course. Oddly, she even thought of ones where she was in possession of Ben's Omnitrix and used it to save him from some kind of alien invasion - and he'd be so thankful that she'd do whatever she wanted...

Gwen stared intimidatingly over her tucked together knees. 'I'm gonna make you interested in me, Mr. Scarlet... one way or another.' Reaching up with both hands, Gwen split the gi down the middle with a violent pull, exposing her narrow and bare shoulders. If it were a button up, she was sure it would have popped - and in that case, she would have waited until he got back. Stripping down so brazenly gave her a feeling of defiance as she did it in what felt like such a public space.

Undoing the knot, she gave herself a waving flap with the inside of the white fold, the cold air nice on her skin before she threw her arms back and let the rest of her outfit fall into a ruffled pile on the floor. She stepped out, feeling anew, almost like she had a feeling of weightlessness before she laid back down on the ground. She shut her eyes and took in that nice wave of early morning rising sun from above. Gwen undulated in it, basking in her glory, her peachy skin now having that heavenly glow. Splayed out, her knees arched. She raised her bare and smooth crotch upwards, before slithering onto her stomach.

This was crazy.

Had he had a few girls interested in him before? Sure - but they were always around his age.

She was lithesome in her movements, able to bend and curve her body like a ballerina. She wasn't even budding yet, her chest still tender and pointy, her small nipples an almost translucent pink. Whenever she breathed, he could see her ribcage, super visible through her taut and tight skin.

Gwen moved in a way no twenty year old could. Her writhing nude form put her back on her knees. Her spine arched, her shoulderblades popped out, sharp, a wavy blade of her orange hair pinched to the side. Sitting on the sides of her curled toes, her soles turning flush, her cheeks were pushed out, presenting her body in whole to him. Pert looking and maybe just a hint plumpy with babyfat - though there wasn't enough fat in her to make them jiggly like they'd be if she were older. At the center of both of them was a rougeish hue before bleeding into a more orangey flesh color, the casting light on Gwen making the sunny girl even sunnier. Her ass was parted, easily exposing her nearly nonexistent pink hole sitting above a pair of puffy and sealed looking lips; hairless and about as perfect as a pussy could look.

He burst in. "Tennyson, put your clothes on." He tried to be understanding, but she seemingly wasn't hurrying to do anything. "Now!" He shouted, hoping to make his point firm. Gwen's response was actually kind of eerie, so much so that his life flashed before his eyes - there was an aura that now surrounded her that Scarlet couldn't explain, like she was an entirely different person now.

She sat up, fingers curled, arm and elbow across one side of her flat chest while she pushed out the other intentionally towards his direction, as if to mimic, or maybe even mock, a woman with a big bust. She had the look of a sex kitten, chin tilted down, her green eyes sliced and focused, like she were the predator and he the prey.

Though she didn't have the biggest hips in the world, she still moved with a confident sway that seemed far more in line with a much older woman using all of her assets - and to be frank, Gwen had none, her arms and legs as skinny as noodles, her wrists and feet dainty, her chest as flat as her stomach with only a smidge of softness in the lower half of her tummy. Was she even half his height? As disciplined as he was, he wasn't capable of fully ignoring Gwen in her nude childhood splendor, almost looking like something out of a painter's fantasy of an elf or a fairy - a creature who knew nothing of puritanical law.

Gwen transitioned down to hands and knees in a single smooth motion, crawling towards him, the split crevice of her reddish bum now visible. Robert froze up. This seemed like a problem he couldn't kick or punch his way out of, and every other idea he had of subduing her seemed more incriminating than helpful. Hand now wrapped around his ankle, he collapsed willingly. He stared through the glass ceiling, frozen in place as he felt her hands planting down between his legs.

Pressing down on his thighs, Gwen smiled, her hands connecting in the middle. Gwen felt around for the outline she had often saw make subtle movements through the black gi he wore whenever he demonstrated high kicking moves. 'Oh my gosh-!' She spoke aloud in her head, zeroing in with great interest to the strange shapes and sizes that felt lumpy at first, then like him, a great power began to resonate from within his pants; Gwen ensuring the furthered growth with a strong petting motion with the underside of her fingers. The hardened point throbbed for her. Gwen was curious and tried to see if she could bend it backwards with the stretched out material, but it was hard as a rock. She swooped in, giving it a quick whiff - and whatever that musky smell was... Gwen wanted to experience it, unfiltered. Gwen began to work on his knot, her nose bouncing into it, teasing her further into trying to hurry up, losing her place and forgetting exactly how to get this exact knot undone, a frustration she hid under pursed lips. 'Come on, come on!'

Ah-ha! She did it! Tugging on the sides of his pants, Gwen was excited to finally see it. "Eep!" She yiped quietly into her chest as his boner exploded upwards, the stiff thing falling back, his cock laying strewn against his stomach and just above the left thigh, his heavy balls sticky to his right. Gwen sputtered and tittered to herself in joy filled glee. Not only was she seeing a guys weiner up close and personal... but it was so BIG and manly. Gwen had seen Ben's a few times by accident, and he was SO hairless and small in comparison that he may as well have been a girl.

Gwen wasn't sure what she wanted to play with first. Her hand treated Robert's lower half like a big platter of food served especially for her, but she didn't want to seem too greedy about it, wrenching back her reach before trying again. Gwen ran her fingers through the rough patch of fire colored curlies, twirling them lightly, but not twisting them. Gwen's hands then went down to the odd pair of dangling eggs, cradling his balls. Wrinkly and strange, she liked the way they felt. Gwen wanted to fondle them even further, but these were sensitive, weren't they? Without even knowing it, Gwen was getting intoxicated by the sights and smells of Robert's groin as it all wafted to her, inviting her closer & closer, and Gwen wanted more. Leaning down, she sniffed him.

Her eyes fluttered, and it took her a moment to take it all in. "Haaahn..."

The overwhelming guy stink was the only thing she wanted in that moment. Gwen nuzzled her nose on the underside of his penis - and as thoughts exited her head, one remained: If he smells good, does he taste good?

Gwen dragged her tongue along the immenseness; a neutral taste of skin like if she had licked her own arm. Gwen got a little more bold and a little more worried as she got closer to where guys peed from, doing teasing flicks that she repeated with her starting place at the base of his shaft, expecting to hate it if she went further. Gwen finally took the plunge, dipping her tongue into the moistened hood. Gwen's eyes blinked hard, a splash of wetness leaving her eyelashes. There was something here, deep in the tissue; a hint of urine, but she didn't mind at all, which she found odd, because by all accounts, she'd have normally spit this out and washed her mouth out with soap - but the thing beyond the piss was a saltiness that she kinda liked it.

Robert swept aside some of the straightened red flicks of hair from his forehead, the back of his hand against his forehead, half unbelieving, half embarrassed. He could have been mistaken for a lobster in a few moments. Her flesh colored fingers dug into his pale skin as her tiny feet kicked up and back down to the floor out of sync with one another, ankles bent, a playful innocence like this was no big deal and she had no idea what she was doing to him.

It required both hands of hers, one to stand up his pole and the other to focus it towards herself. The weight of it was what surprised her because it was kind of soft as she thumbed around the foreskin. His spongey cock folded and bent like a joystick as she bobbed it's meatiness back and forth. Her green eyes wide and full of curiosity, her mouth unconsciously moving open and shut like a fish's, almost drooling in anticipation.

He tried to think of anything to make himself limp - but all he could take in was the grandeur of the flat chested little girl between his legs staring up at him with those big green eyes

The fat wang landed against her face with a bit of a wobble and right underneath her nose. With puckered lips, Gwen made out with his frenulum. "Mmmoi... mwah..." She had the knowing grin of a minx with her head leaned back, laying kisses up and down it, her lips sliding up and down. *smack* Like she were seeing the doctor, she opened wide with shut eyes, as she beat the tip of his dick against her hanging tongue. "Ahl-ahl-ahl-" Flecks of precum and her spit landing across her face.

As she mentally measured him from his taint to his tip, it was the only moment Gwen felt out of her depth - but it was time for her to do the other thing she had heard girls would do to guys, which was to... suck it. "Ahh... hmm... aaah... hmmm..." Gwen almost felt silly with how much of her mouth she had to open for him. Gwen struggled to even fit the head inside her mouth, a girl her age who still had trouble finishing even a small and quaint meal now had this humongous sausage to contend with. Gwen felt him throb against the roof of her mouth, which caused her lips to contort into a perverse and crooked smile. "Mmmmm..." Her jaw went slack, his meat bridge acting as her dam. Her nose snorted silently as she giggled, muffle mouthed. "Mmhmpmph!"

Even with the uncomfortable stuffed look of her face and the extended distance between her nose and jaw, Gwen turned on the charm with angled cat-like eyes. "SLORP - SLRP - SLLLLUP" Gwen travelled down his length again and again, but on her tenth or so go around, she held herself a little longer than usual. "PFWAH" Gwen rocketed him out with a wet landing of his knob between where her tits might have been if she were old enough. A web of spit still connected her and him that she then broke as she caught her breath. "Ah, ah, ah..." Before he could ask if she was okay, she was back at it again. Her neck craned back in quickly to his groin to slurp him up again, as Gwen left his penis with repeated sloppy pops, her fists corkscrewed atop one another and working in tandem as she stroked him as well as she could.

"Just so you know Mr. Scarlet-" She swabbed the tip of it's recent frosting in rapid cat-like licks. "I can handle it."

Robert propped himself back up on his elbows, staring down at Gwen with a wince. "Handle what?"

She licked her teeth, not quite fast, and not quite slow. "Whatever you want." Gwen spoke with an animated shake of her head and both eyebrows raising up and down. "Grab me, use me... whatever..." Gwen tried to seem nonchalant about her request.

Reaching down, his palms pressed lightly around her forehead as he felt her shape. Gwen looked like she was dreaming as she leant into them. There was a subtle buildup of sweat and a hotness like she were sick. His nails clasped through her hair, nearly catching her hairclip. Taking a hold of the sides of her head, he humped up into her skull with a complete disregard for her.

*FLAP FLAP FLAP*

"GLK-GLK-GRK" Throaty choking noises left Gwen as he fucked her rolling saliva back into her esophagus, his balls slapping abound, his dick scraping past the softs of her gums before hitting the back of her tonsils. Gwen had an expression like she was being forcefed something she couldn't bite; an intense tweak of her dimples, her eyes twitching and an almost sinister look like she were casting spells on him.

"I'M CUMMING!" The salty taste overwhelmed her senses - it was like smelling salt, except it wanted to knock her out. "URP-" She attempted to swallow it up and stem the tide, but it was too much of a hot rush, the fluid bursting out her cheeks, escaping from the corners of her gums in a drooling drag of semen hanging from the sides of her mouth before raining down her body, and without a curvy body, it fell in straight lines, looking almost like melting ice cream on a cone. Gwen sucked in her lower lip, catching some of the spillage, but it again, was too much. "Fuwah~" She spat out a white bubble. Her lips had turned strawberry, her small hot pink tongue pushing in and out like a panting dog, her heaving chest showing off her ribcage.

Forget under-developed. Had she even developed?

Despite how messy she looked, with a sheen of drying semen from her neck to her belly button, a couple of broken strands still clinging on for dear life to her blue hairclip pulled from the root of her head, Gwen still carried herself with a bratty smugness, her arms folded inward as if trying to cover her nudity, a cheeky white smile. "I bet a girl's never done this for you..." Gwen's arrogant claim over him was kind of cute.

"Actually..."

Gwen's brow furrowed. "Humph..." Gwen spied around his body, ignoring his wilted cock. Gwen wanted to impress him in some way that no girl his age would ever dare do... and then it hit her.

Gwen disappeared between his thighs, and before he could even think twice about what she was about to do, he jumped, a gasp leaving him. He tried to squirrel away like somebody had slapped an icy hot on him, but even as he scooched to keep away from her, Gwen extended herself to catch up, her face still dug in deep into Robert's butt.

Gwen was slow at first, almost tasteful with how she swirled her tongue around his sensitive hole. "Lem-lem-mmmmf-aaah..."

"Gwen, I... wow."

Gwen shied away from no part of Robert. She couldn't explain why. This should be icky, right? Yet her face turned crimson from her nose to her cheeks. 'Gawd, he smelled so GOOD.'

She soon picked up her pace, becoming aggressive with her tongue action on the formerly dry wrinkle, before she became exploratory, poking harder and harder, the feeling of his ring like it could give way if she did it hard enough, really getting into the rough texture and ridge lines of his opening.

"Oh Gwen, don't-" He protested one last time before the slippery thing found it's way into him. "Ooooh, aaaah..." He clenched around the invading squirmy moist muscle, capturing her tongue - but instead of distress, the twitching tightness pleased Gwen on an animalistic level. Her brain fogged up, with the deep taste of his ass and the husky smell of his balls as her nose was thrust deep between the split in the saggy skin.

Gwen's vigorous tongueing touched things inside him that he didn't even know existed. Robert had a silent grimace of pleasure, unsure of what to make of it as Gwen snarfed and scarfed him, but there was one thing for sure: He was getting hard again.

Pulling back, Gwen had quite a proud look on her face, despite having just been nose deep in someone's ass. "You taste so DAMN good-" Her eyelashes fluttered up with a hungriness. "Mr. Scarlet."

"Hey..." He nearly corrected her for swearing, but remembered the position he was in. "Gwen..." He had to pause, oddly out of breath and feeling partially violated.

Before she could ask what he was thinking, he leapt at her. Pinning her shoulders down to the mat didn't take a lot of effort. He pulled apart her legs, and his overhanging dick stretched across her belly, nearly shadowing her chest, his testicles splayed across her hot pussy. He hooked his hands into the backs of her knees, sending her toes back past her head. Her curved outer lips parted slightly, exposing the medicine pink labia that ran up it vertically like a seam. With prick in hand, he lined himself up with her, which almost had him stop right there, worried about what he might do, his tip seeming gargantuan in comparison to her slit. He whapped his fat head against her pussy, delaying the inevitable, each landing soft and splashy.

He forced it, and it felt like something was gonna split. "Does it hurt?" Gwen had a flustered and beat red face that strained from side to side as he inserted himself more and more.

"N-n-no." She barely managed to squeak out, before throwing her chin back, trying to hide her look of anguish and gnashing teeth. There were a few times it felt like she was gonna start crying, her eyes wet, and her inhales longer and louder than the ones that came before. "Ow, ooooowhowowow..." As he sunk deeper and deeper into her, Gwen's whining turned into little howls. Searing, unbelievable pain. Gwen might have skipped whatever chapter mentioned this.

Her maturity and self-assuredness melted away as he built up a faster pace inside her, now sounding more and more like a scared little girl. "Auuuuuuuugh, Mr. Scarlet!" He slowed to a complete stop. Green met emerald, their eyes interlocking. Despite what she was undergoing, Gwen couldn't help but think they were basically made for eachother, while Robert still struggled with the idea of laying atop a grade schooler, but Scarlet had had enough. He was tired of pretending, even if he hated to admit it: Gwen Tennyson was a sexy little nymph and he wanted her. They liplocked, and her hot tears made her feel like she was burning up with him so close. She whimpered into his mouth. "Mmph! Mmmph!" Gwen sideways herself more and more into the kiss, a verve to her desperation, as it was the one thing that took her mind off the pain, which was the joy of making out with Robert.

He restarted again, their kiss coming to an end. The bridge of her nose twinkled first before the rest of her expression turned into a scowl. Gwen almost cried, but she managed to scale it back into a squeal as he delivered half of his eight inches in rapider movements, resulting in painful sounding squelches. Despite the slickness, there was a vacuum like traction, a reminder that he shouldn't have been inside a girl so young or an orifice so small, as it felt like if he pulled his hips back too suddenly and too quickly, that he'd take the rest of her insides with him.

It hurt so bad, but it put her in a state of euphoria she had never experienced before. Quivers and shakes vibrated through her as it felt like his cock was gonna go into her stomach, or at least that's how it felt to her internally.

Letting go of the backs of her knees, he partially scooped her lower half up into his arms, her legs falling between his arms and stretching out in a wide V; her toes stabbed out, her ankles bent and her arches flexed into C's. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Robert grunted over her head, his chin hitting the top of her scalp as he fully pressed down flat onto Gwen's little body, delivering one, two, three contractions, his final pumps now moving like a swaying ocean as his built body buried her while pumping load after load into Gwen's cunny.

They laid together, connected for awhile. He rocked into her a few more times before Robert lifted himself up. Even despite the natural shrinkage, it still took him some effort to unplug from her now reddened pussy, his own penis with a similar hot and flush look. Gwen looked absolutely debilitated in a trance like state, the hotness of his sperm overwriting her functions, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth, her green eyes in the back of her head. He gave a shake of her shoulder, a little worried. "Gwen, are you okay?"

It took her a moment, a spring up of her chest before the rest of her. "Yeeeesss..." She purred, and he couldn't believe it despite her earlier wailing. Still however, he huffed to himself, frustrated, unwilling to admit what he had just done. Scarlet needed to center himself.

A satisfied looking Gwen stretched out her bare crotch, her pelvis taut and tight, her wrists twisting out and back like a recently awakened cat as she sat up, her thighs pressed together, her hips adjusting. She saw Robert sat down with his legs crossed, a hint of shame in it, reminding her of when he would reprimand some of the students - except not as nude as he was right now.

He didn't seem to notice her as she approached. Gwen touched his shoulders, and they hiked up before relaxing again. She tried to massage him in the same way he did to her, but there was just no moving those built and tense muscles for a girl with hands that small. "Mmmhmmph... can't wait to save up for another private lesson with you, Mr. Scarlet..."

He looked to her with a disbelieving half smirk, a small chuckle escaping. "Hahah..." He pat her resting fingers over his left side. "I think our next session is gonna be free."