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Robert leaned back in his chair with a groan. The fifteen-year-old otter was as naked as the proverbial jaybird, stroking his throbbing erection, which was currently drooling a thin stream of pre-come onto the towel he'd placed on the floor under his desk. He was getting close. On his computer screen, females of all species groaned and writhed for his entertainment, committing unspeakably sexy acts with various partners. He'd been under a lot of stress lately, so it was nice to take some time to relax and 'get in touch with himself'. He wasn't lasting very long, but then it's not like there was anyone to be let down. At least, that's what he thought until he felt the other hand on his cock. He looked down, shocked beyond words to discover that there was a girl hidden under his desk, a little chipmunk girl, just as naked as he was. This would probably have delighted him, except this particular chipmunk girl, unlike the women on his screen, was only eight years old. She had one hand gently pushing his own off of his prick so she could play with it instead, and the other pressed against her vulva, fingers buried inside her, wiggling away, frantically masturbating. Just like he'd taught her. As she stroked his penis, she giggled and moaned, sending him a come-hither look that had no place in the eyes of a preteen. At least, that's what he told himself, but he couldn't prevent the shiver of pleasure that danced down his spine. "Ohh, Robbie, you're so big... are you gonna shoot your stuff for me again, huh, are you Robbie? I can't wait to see it happen..." His hands tightened around the armrests of his chair, and he shuddered. "N-no... we can't do this, this is... this is wrong..." The girl giggled again, giving him a lascivious wink, and gave the otter's manhood a gentle squeeze. "I don't see you stopping me, Robbie. C'mon, you're getting so close, just relax, let it happen, you know you want it..." He cursed her silently for reading him so well; he craved her touch so very badly, there was no way he was going to step in and stop her. She grinned victoriously as he throbbed in her hand, drooling his pre-come onto her tiny hands. He tore his eyes away from the girl and looked back at the screen. If this was going to happen, maybe he could focus his mind on something else, something more normal... except he saw to his horror (delight?) that all of the women on his screen had suddenly been replaced by little girls, though their partners remained the same age... in fact, he realized that somehow, the pair coupling in the place of pride in the centre of the screen was himself and the chipmunk. As if she could see from under the desk, the girl began to giggle again. "Oh my, you're so naughty, Robbie!" "Oh - oh God!" He found he couldn't hold back anymore, and gave in, staring at the obscene display under his desk, moaning with pleasure and embarrassment as he throbbed and twitched in the little girl's hand, spurting directly onto her face thanks to the angle she'd chosen. The chipmunk giggled as he painted her soft brown fur with jets of hot, wet otter sperm. His come began to run down her cheeks as his orgasm burned itself out, and as she licked the area immediately around her lips clean, letting out a distinctive mmmmm as she tasted his semen, the girl looked up, if anything even more worked up than before. "That was nice, Robbie... now it's my turn."

Rob's eyes snapped open, blinking a few times before they were able to focus on anything. He was in bed. It had been a dream. He still looked over to his desk, if only to confirm that there was no one hiding under it. Embarrassedly checking his pajama pants, he found only morning wood. At least it hadn't been a wet dream this time. The last time he'd had this dream, he woke up stuck to his pants. He shook his head and sighed. The real problem wasn't that he was having weird dreams about little kids, incredibly. He knew full well that they were entirely fictional. He wished that was all that was bothering him. No, the reason these dreams were bothering him so much was that they were inspired by a true story.

The munk girl was eight-year-old Stephanie, a good friend of Robert's little sister Emily. A few weeks ago, she'd been hiding in his room, under his desk, during a game of hide and seek with his sister; he'd come back into the room unaware of this, and went as far as stripping and masturbating while sitting at that very same desk, giving her a front row seat to see how a teenage boy's genitals worked, though thankfully she was just out of range when he blew his load. He'd been horrified to discover her there after he was finished, and, picking up on his anxiety regarding the idea of anyone finding out, the surprisingly perceptive (if somewhat uninformed) munk had essentially blackmailed him into teaching her how girls masturbate after that, which he accomplished by fingering the preteen to orgasm. He would have thought it was just understandable fear that had prevented the girl from leaving his thoughts since then, but about a week ago, he'd started seeing her in his dreams, enticing him to give into forbidden lusts he was sure he didn't have in the waking world, and enjoy every aspect of the munk's body. As he felt his penis give a twitch, he swallowed nervously. At least, he was pretty sure he didn't have those feelings in the waking world...

As if on cue, an Oingo Boingo song he'd heard while out the previous day began to play in his head, and he groaned, knowing it would be nigh-impossible to get unstuck. "I love - little girls, they make me feel so good! I love - little girls, they make me feel so bad!" As he tried to think of another song, any song, to get stuck up there instead, he heard the doorbell, and groaned out loud. "Really? And now I've gotta deal with people, too? Haven't even showered yet..." Pulling himself out of bed with a groan, adjusting his baggy pants to better hide his morning wood, which was still at half-mast, Rob shook the dream out of his thoughts and composed himself. He left his room behind and went down the hall to the front door, but was rather unprepared for the sight that awaited him when he opened it. "Hiya, Robert!" The chipmunk blushed as soon as she saw him, looking rather shy as she greeted him with a smile, a simple outfit of jeans and a T-shirt clinging to her skinny frame, her dark brown hair hanging down to the small of her back in a manner Rob would find most pleasing if she were about a decade or so older. Meanwhile, he was practically trembling with nervousness. "St-Stephanie? What are you doing here?" She giggled at that, and the sound was so similar to the one from his dream that Robert shivered where he stood, unwillingly remembering her smiling face, covered in his come. "Emily invited me to her sleepover! Didn't she tell you?" She probably had, and the dismayed otter now did remember his sister telling him something about having some friends over. Before he could say anything else, Stephanie's eyes dropped to his waist and locked onto the bump in his pants that indicated his slowly softening cock, her grin widening and her blush darkening as she stared unabashedly. He'd hoped that they could pretend it had never happened, but she didn't seem interested in that. He tried to think of a subtle way to beg her to remain quiet, but just as he opened his mouth, four other eight-year-olds, including his sister, came tearing out of the kitchen to greet their friend in high-pitched tones. As they all ran off together, Rob shook his head. At least she seemed distracted by her friends, maybe it was a non-issue, he just had to wait it out and she'd lose this infatuation with him. Yeah, sure. This had to be some kinda puppy love crush, right? At least it wasn't actually his sister's canine friend, Tilly or Milly or whatever it was. It might have raised a few questions if her tail started wagging like crazy every time she was around the lanky teen. He headed upstairs, trying once more to put the munk girl out of his head, but before he climbed into the shower, he couldn't help but check the child-sized cabinets under the bathroom counter, just to reassure himself that Stephanie wasn't in there spying on him. He then considered reinforcing the lock on the door by dragging in his chair from his room and bracing it under the knob. Shaking his head again, he told himself it was crazy. Around the time he was bending down to soap up the webbed skin stretched between his toes, he caught himself almost wishing the cub was hiding in the room, leering at him... it wouldn't be the first time. Slapping his face for a bit to try and 'wake up' a bit further, he concentrated on getting clean.

The afternoon went by remarkably ordinarily. Without plans, Rob mostly stayed up in his room, out of the way of the girls, watching videos online and working on his homework. Meanwhile, Emily and company... did whatever it was eight-year-old girls do in the hours leading up to a sleepover. Ice cream was involved, as was Finding Nemo and one of the Spy Kids movies. Rob moved to his bed to listen to some new albums while his computer was downloading some large torrent files, and soon found himself nodding off against the soft, comfortable material.

Eventually, Rob floated back up towards consciousness, groaning softly as his nonsensical dream about squeegee kids and dolphins was interrupted by the sound of his door's squeaky hinge. His only coherent thought was that he really should get around to oiling it soon, and then he started to drift off again. He didn't get very far, though, as less than a minute later he felt a shift in weight at the end of his bed, someone else climbing in with him. Startled, and suddenly wide awake, the otter sat up in a panic, discovering that it was now dark out and he couldn't see anything. He reached out blindly and nearly broke his reading light before managing to turn it on. The harsh light revealed young Stephanie, on her hands and knees between his legs with a naughty, almost hungry smile on her face as she reached forward for the teenager's crotch. With a yelp, he pushed down on his arms and pulled his pelvis away from her, pulling his knees up against his chest for good measure. "Holy jeez! S-Stephanie, what the fu- what are you doing here?!" The chipmunk girl seemed remarkably calm about the situation, sitting up on her knees and holding a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh, you'll wake somebody." Blushing, trying not to whimper and let his anxiety show, Rob frowned at her, lowering his voice to a hiss. "Okay, but what are you doing here?!" Giggling happily, Stephanie beamed at him as though he were happy to see her. "I wanted to play again, silly! I had so much fun last time." Rob didn't like the way she was leering at him, trying to see past his legs. Or rather, he didn't like how much he liked the way she was leering at him... "P-play? You mean -" "I mean I wanted to see your thing again, and watch you shoot your stuff! It's okay, I'll let you see mine again too." As she gestured down towards her own pelvis, Rob belatedly realized she was clad only in a T-shirt with a picture of Rapunzel from Tangled on it and a pair of panties with smiling sunflowers along the edges. The otter shivered, and silently cursed himself as he felt his penis give a twitch in his pants at the thought of seeing the little girl naked again. "Are you crazy? No! That was a one-time thing, Stephanie, you promised if I - if I showed you how to come, you wouldn't tell anyone what happened! And what are you doing showing up at a sleepover dressed like that?!" The otter watched in horror (or was it elation?) as Stephanie stood up and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them up, stretching the material snug against her dangerously underage vulva, the crease between her labia clearly visible. "Oh, this? Well, I brought pyjama pants, but I brought these because I wanted to look all sexy for you. Do you like them?" Swallowing, unable to tear his eyes away from her deliberate camel toe, Rob spoke without thinking. "Yeah..." Catching himself, he actually gasped quietly, then forced his eyes shut, turning his head away, the image of her proudly displayed lady parts following him into his mind. "B-but that doesn't matter! We can't do this, the house is full of your friends! Someone could walk in on us! My parents could walk in on us!" He heard the mattress creak and opened one eye to see that she had moved closer to him, looking no less discouraged than she had when he woke up. "Don't worry, Robbie, I made sure everyone else was all tired out before I came up here. The other girls are all asleep." The logical part of Robert's brain figured that they had been playing tag or something in the yard, but the rest of his brain conjured up the image of all those girls in his sister's room, completely naked, as Stephanie used the training he had given her to teach her friends to masturbate, encouraging them to frig themselves to climax after climax until they were exhausted. The mental image of his sweet little sister Emily pushing her fingers inside herself and crying out in the throes of orgasm made his penis give another twitch inside his pants, but before he even had time to be horrified about that, the munk girl reached forward and placed her little hands on his knees, pulling gently and encouraging him to open his legs. "It's just gonna be you and me, so relax, and let's play!" Feeling awfully conflicted, Rob groaned in frustration. "No! We can't, Stephanie! I - okay, fine, you win, I do want to, uh, play with you, I want it a lot, but we can't! It's, like, the most illegal thing you can possibly do! Even murderers get more respect! I - I..." He sat there, completely unsure of what to do, when Stephanie crawled forward to hug his legs, nuzzling her cheek against his knees, looking up at him with big, sad eyes. "Please, Robbie? I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since then. No matter how many times I play with my - my pussy, it's never as good as when you did it. I've even had dreams about you." He bit his lip, trembling with the strength of his inner turmoil, trying to think unsexy thoughts, but at the same time, he found he couldn't just give her a firm No, couldn't order her to leave and never speak of it again. While he was trying to work through this in his mind, Stephanie let go of his legs and crawled around his side, circling towards his face. Distracted by his thoughts, he didn't even realize she was doing it until she reached up, grabbed his face with both hands, and then leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn't much of a kiss, she just pressed her closed lips tight against his for a moment and then pulled away. But at fifteen years old, it was as close as Rob had ever gotten to kissing a real live girl, and he was stunned at how soft her lips felt, how good her little paws felt on his cheeks, how warm she felt against him... when she finally pulled away, she was blushing, and giggled, putting a hand in front of her mouth. "S-sorry about that, I thought it would help you relax. Um... was that your, you know, first kiss?" If she was trying to hide the hopeful tone in her voice, she was doing a very poor job of it. "Well, actually, yeah, it kinda was... but that wasn't actually what grown-ups would consider a real kiss." The look she gave him was familiar, boundless curiosity and girlish excitement tinged with genuine arousal that seemed out of place in her small frame. "Really? What - what's a real kiss like, Robbie?" He shivered at her obvious interest; if she was a dog, her tail would be wagging. "Um... well... Oh, the hell with it. Open your mouth a little this time." Giving in to the need burning within him, he reached forward and pulled her closer to him, lowering his legs and sitting her down on his thigh as he leaned in and kissed her again. This time, her lips were, as he'd requested, slightly parted, and the little girl let out a delightful squeal of surprise when Rob pushed his tongue between them and into her mouth. He felt the chipmunk stiffen against him for a moment, shocked beyond belief, and then she quietly moaned into his mouth and started kissing him back, pushing her own tongue into his mouth and sliding it around his. After they'd kissed like that for a bit, they broke it off, Rob blushing as he saw the string of saliva bridging their mouths for a moment. Stephanie was also blushing, but she looked ridiculously proud. "Oh wow, that was... that was great, Robbie..." She giggled, clearly excited. "I can't believe it, my first kiss! The girls downstairs would be so jelly." The munk girl raised her hands and shook them in a 'no' gesture when she saw the look on his face. "B-but don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anybody, I promised!" "...Good. I'm gonna hold you to that, Stephanie. And, uh, don't say 'jelly'. It's annoying enough when my sister says it." "Well, okay, but only because you're my boyfriend." The emphasis was clearly for her own benefit, as she could barely believe she'd kissed a real live boy. Perhaps they weren't as different as they seemed. As the chipmunk held her hands to her burning cheeks, giggling like mad, Rob felt a trace of the old guilt come back. "Hey, hey, keep it down! You might wake somebody up! ...And d-don't call me your boyfriend, it's not like we're dating or anything, if we tried this in public, they'd, uh... look, just don't say it, okay?" The enormous smile as she nodded meant she may as well have said 'okay, but I'm totally going to think it' out loud.

Not giving her new beau any time for second thoughts, Stephanie's gaze immediately dropped to his crotch. "S-so, Robbie... Can I, you know, see your thing now? Please?" Biting his lip, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt, Rob 'casually' leaned over and looked at his door, to make sure she'd locked it behind her. Reassured, he tried to sound calm and confident as he nodded. "Alright, just let me g-get my pants off..." He reached down and opened his belt, feeling extremely nervous as she stared the whole way, bouncing on his knee in anticipation. When he reached for the button on his fly, she stopped him. "Wait! Can - can I help?" Pausing, Rob shuddered at the idea, his tail giving a twitch and slapping gently against the mattress. "Oh, uh, s-sure, just open the button on top first, and then the zipper... yeah, just like that." The teenager watched, enthralled, as the girl's little hands carefully unfastened his pants and pulled the flaps to either side. He stopped her as she reached in, and had her move off his leg while he slid his jeans down and off, kicking them onto the floor and instantly forgetting about them. As he swallowed, his mouth suddenly strangely dry, Rob's eyes were glued to Stephanie's hands as they moved to the waistband of his dark blue boxers, hooking her fingers underneath and then hesitating. "Are... are you sure it's okay?" Robert wasn't at all sure it was okay, but he knew what he wanted. "Yes, it's fine... keep going." The otter pointed his thick tail down towards his legs and lifted his butt off the bed to assist his would-be girlfriend in pulling his underwear down. When his penis came into view, already slightly enlarged thanks to that surprisingly passionate kiss, both of them sucked in a breath, unable to look away. Stephanie grew quite impatient, leaving his underwear around his ankles as she crawled forward and reached out with a shaking hand. This time, she didn't ask, but Rob knew he would only cave if she did. To his chagrin, he let out a whimper as he felt the munk girl's little fingers wrap around his cock, twitching in her grip as she gave him a little squeeze. "Ohhhh, Robbie, it's all squishy and warm... are you gonna make it big and stiff for me?" Blushing, Robert shook his head, taking a moment to tug his sweatshirt up over his head and off, suddenly feeling much too warm. "No, no, I can't actually do that... it does that all by itself." Placing her other hand on his penis, which was indeed starting to twitch and grow in her grip, Stephanie looked at it with even more curiosity. "You mean your thingy can think?" Reminded for a moment that he was letting himself be fondled by an eight-year-old, Robert blushed even harder, looking away for a moment and letting his conflicted feelings leak into his sarcastic answer. "Well, most of my problems these days are because it has a mind of its own, so I guess you could say that." To his embarrassment, Stephanie's face lit up with joy and astonishment, the (mostly) innocent girl having taken his statement at face value. She leaned in even closer, examining his growing prick intently from all angles, acting like - well, like a kid with a new toy. "Wow, really?! That's awesome! What else can it do? Can it talk? Hello, mister thingy! I'm Stephanie, Robbie's girlfriend!" Suddenly a confused look came over her face. "Wait a sec, why do boys act so dumb if they've got two brains? Well, boys my age I mean." Holding up his hand, embarrassed for both of them, Robert cut off her stream of consciousness rambling as she paused to take a breath. He decided to let this usage of the 'girlfriend' thing slide. "No, no, it's not - it doesn't literally think, that was a metaph- uh, look, I was just kidding, okay? It's just a part of my body, like my foot or my hand or my tail." "Then how does it get stiff all by itself?" "I don't know, it's, uh, it's just something my body does." She frowned, clearly still not getting it. "Okay, look, Stephanie - can I call you Steph? Look, Steph, it's an automatic reaction to when I get, you know, turned on, worked up, whatever. It's like how your leg kicks out when the doctor hits your knee with that little hammer, or how your hand pulls away from a hot stove all by itself." Now it was the cub's turn to blush. "Y-you mean like... how my pussy gets all itchy and sticky when I think about naughty things, even if I don't touch it?" She looked down from his eyes for a moment as he throbbed in her grip, immensely turned on just by hearing the girl say the words. "Yeah, exactly like that, actually... when you think about naughty things and start feeling like that, it means you're getting turned on, some people call it getting horny." Grinning up at him, Stephanie nodded. "I like how I'm learning all these new words from you, Robbie... thank you for letting me in on the secrets!" Rob thought that was an odd way of putting it, but thinking about it, it occurred to him that from a curious child's perspective, it might very well seem like there was a conspiracy of grown-ups out there to keep children from learning such things.

He didn't really have much time to dwell on it before the chipmunk let go with one hand and leaned back to take in the full sight. "I think it stopped... Um, I really liked feeling you getting all stiff in my hands, Robbie, it was really neat. Boy, you sure are big. I can barely wrap my hand around it!" The way she'd said that suddenly brought to mind the much sluttier behaviour of the Stephanie from the dream he'd had the previous night, and he felt his arousal growing even stronger, remembering how good it had felt to give her exactly what she wanted from him. As he watched, Stephanie moved a hand down to his scrotum, curiously lifting one of his testicles up with the palm of her hand, playing the thin, wrinkly skin of his sack between her finger and thumb. "You feel really weird down here, Robbie. I don't remember you touching this last time, does this feel good?" "C-careful, Steph. The sack is pretty tough, but you feel those lumps? Those are my testicles, and they're real sensitive. That's why you're not supposed to hit a boy between the legs, you have no idea how much it hurts... But yes, as long as you're careful, it can feel really nice..." Even though her attention had moved elsewhere, one hand remained wrapped around her teacher's prick, as if she'd laid claim to it and didn't want to risk losing it. Moving her palm underneath Rob's bag, she lifted it and very gently squeezed the orbs within together, staring in fascination. "Testicles. I remember that word, that's where the sperms are made, right?" He grinned at her adulation of his junk, and at her strangely adorable mistakes with the terms. "Yeah, basically. You can just call them balls, everyone does." The chipmunk's nose wrinkled slightly as she sniffed the air, and a curious expression came over her face. "Your balls smell kinda funny, Robbie." Before he could say anything, she lifted his boys up still further and leaned in, pressing her nose against the otter's wrinkly skin and taking a deep, loud sniff. The little girl filled her lungs with the older male's musk, his masculine scent tickling at her nose and triggering biological reactions she still barely understood. Having taken such a deep breath of the heady scent, Stephanie felt a little light-headed as she sat back up, her virgin love tunnel clenching down instinctively, blushing as she felt herself growing warm and wet between her legs. The cub let out a whimper as she felt the overwhelming urge for a little hands-on time of her own; as if he had read her mind, Robert laid a gentle, comforting hand on her shoulder. "Steph, um... if you want to keep touching me and asking questions, that's fine, I'll answer them, but... can I touch you, too?" Blushing even harder, Stephanie just managed to whisper a long ohhhh as she nodded energetically, giggling again as the otter's strong hand slid down her back, coming to rest on her rear, sliding underneath the long shirt and cupping her bottom through her panties.

It was difficult for the poor boy to figure out where to focus his attention; on the eight-year-old chipmunk girl exploring his body, teasing her fingers along his achingly stiff penis and fondling his balls with just the right amount of tenderness, or on his right hand, which was groping said eight-year-old's astonishingly soft bum, running his fingers across the surface of her panties, giving her cheeks a gentle squeeze now and then, or tickling the underside of her meagre tuft of a tail and making her giggle. It wasn't long, though, before Steph made the choice for him, letting out a frantic whine like a canine puppy. "Robbieeeee, stop teasing me! P-please... I - I need it... touch me..." Those words, combined with the look in her eyes, simultaneously shy, embarrassed, and yet aroused, caused a shiver to go down Rob's spine, all the way to the tip of his thick furry tail, and his cock throbbed in the munk girl's hand, a shiny white drop of pre-come emerging from the tip and hanging there for a moment. Looking at it curiously, as if the teen's penis had suddenly changed colours, Stephanie frowned. "Robbie?" "Th-that's, uh - I can't remember what that's actually called right now... k-kinda hard to think... but I like to call having an orgasm 'coming' and my sperm 'come', so that's 'pre-come', cause it comes out before I come. My body makes it when I'm getting really, really turned on." As the otter watched, his webbed toes curling up with lust, Stephanie reached forward and carefully picked up the drop of pre with the tip of a finger, staring at the sticky, transparent substance in fascination, leaning in to sniff at another new odour as she smeared it between her fingers, testing its consistency. Rob got her attention back by moving his other hand to her butt. "And Steph? I would love to touch you... just come here and kiss me." Giggling some more, Stephanie got up on her knees and pressed herself against Robert's upper body, leaning in eagerly for another grown-up kiss, one arm going up and around his neck to make holding herself there easier, the other stubbornly remaining behind, holding onto the crown of her teacher's dick, feeling it drooling more pre onto her fingers as the teenager's tongue pushed into her mouth.

While the forbidden lovers kissed, Robert hooked his fingers under the waistband of Stephanie's panties, carefully, slowly tugging them down, his hands shaking as he bared her pelvis to the room. Though he was dying to look, there was no way he could without breaking off the kiss, and though he had no frame of reference as to whether either of them had any skill, it felt so good he wanted to keep it going as long as he could. The cub's lips were so incredibly soft, and he could detect a vague taste of mint from her chapstick. The movements of her little tongue were shy and hesitant, so he was careful not to rush her or move too quickly. As good as the kiss was, though, it quickly lost his focus to the chipmunk's rear. When her panties reached her knees, he left them there, then let his hands trail back up her thighs, taking a moment to grip her naked rump, squeezing a buttock in each hand and feeling the short fur, the supple flesh against his palms. Finally, the moment he'd been aching for had arrived, and after steeling his courage, Rob slid one hand around her hip on the sides, then, with trembling fingers, he lifted his hand, pressed his palm against her belly, fingers down, and then slowly slid down her warm flesh until his fingertips came into contact with Stephanie's vulva, the little girl's slit already hot and sticky with the juices of her arousal. The chipmunk's labia were pressed tightly together, nothing visible from the outside except a small patch of furless skin with a thin line separating her plump lips. As Rob ran his fingers along her slit, the girl tensed up, shuddering from head to toe, breaking off the kiss to moan, only to hungrily recapture his lips afterwards. A virgin himself who'd never been with a girl of a more appropriate age, Rob found himself just as eager to explore the girl's body as she had been to get her hands on his. First, he just cupped his hand over her mound, savouring the moment and marvelling at the heat he felt radiating from her femininity. Then, when he could stand it no longer, he let his fingers wander, rubbing up and down her lips, marvelling at how soft and supple they felt, curiously seeking out the fleshy nub above Stephanie's opening, gently rubbing the sensitive skin until the hood retracted and her glistening clitoris came out to play. Experimenting, exploring his underage lover's body, the otter rubbed the tips of his fingers across the nub, feeling it throb against his skin, feeling Stephanie tense up again and again, until finally she leaned back with a whimper, trembling against him. "R-Robbie, stoooop, my - my pussy is so hot and that's j-just making it worse..." Whimpering again, the cub began to push down against his hand, trying to get more stimulation than the teasing he'd been doing. "Awww, I'm sorry, Steph. Here, let me help." Hooking his hands under her armpits, Rob lifted her up, turned her around, and laid her down against him, her bare behind resting on his stomach, legs to the side atop his. For a moment, the sight of his erection jutting up in front of her reminded the teen of a jet pilot with a control stick. Encouraging her to lie back against him, he reached around and put his right hand over her mound again, rubbing her soothingly. "There we go, now we can touch each other at the same time." Giggling again, following it this time with a sigh of relief, Stephanie spread her legs a little wider to give him more access to her parts. "Ohhhh, Robbie..." As he ran his middle finger up and down along her slit, gathering her sticky juices, Stephanie began to twitch and wiggle atop him, turning him on all the more. When he finally pressed down, his fingertip parting her labia and pushing into her hot, slick love tunnel, the chipmunk gasped and shuddered, then relaxed against him. Finally getting comfortable as her lover began to gently finger her, Stephanie reached forward to take hold of his prick, and, remembering (vividly) what Robert had done to make himself come, she began to stroke both hands up and down his shaft, quickly being rewarded with another drop of pre-come. After hesitating a moment, she picked it up with a finger and stuck it in her mouth. She looked almost disappointed when she looked up at him. "It doesn't taste like anything, Robbie." He chuckled. "Just wait until I come for real, girlie." "A-are you really gonna let me make you come, Robbie?" The awe in her voice sent a pleasant tingle through his body. Not as pleasant, admittedly, as the one that followed when she began to stroke him again. "Ohhhh yeah... just don't stop, baby, nice and steady, just like that. You d-don't need to go fast to get the job done, it f-feels better like this..." "Mmmm, I'm your baby, huh? I - I like the sound of that." Given how good he was feeling, Robert decided to let that one slide, too.

Looking down upon her, the otter found he rather liked Stephanie's look, leaving her loose shirt on while being nude from the waist down, making it rather easy for him to pleasure her. Speaking of which, he moved his free hand down to her crotch, where he got a fingertip nice and slick from the juices leaking out of her, and curiously brought it down even lower, ever-so-lightly pressing his finger against the tight ring of muscle beneath her tuft of a tail. Stephanie gasped, and he found he rather enjoyed the sensation of her vagina clenching down on his finger as she moved a hand to his wrist, holding on tight but not yet trying to move him, as if uncertain. "No, Robbie, don't! Y-you missed! That's... that's... that's the wrong one!" Chuckling again, he wiggled his finger back and forth, not trying to actually gain entry, but making the little girl in his lap wiggle in a most pleasing manner. "Are you sure, Steph? Who knows, you might like it..." The otter suddenly gasped as the cub's grip on his manhood suddenly tightened to an almost painful point. The girl looked up at him with an angry, embarrassed glare on her face, eyebrows furled and cheeks burning. "Robbie, don't touch me there! That's gross! I - I want to keep playing with you, but stop being all dirty and weird!" Wincing at the pressure on his prick, the otter pulled his finger away from her anus as quickly as he could, raising his hand in surrender. Stephanie let out a satisfied sniff and relaxed her iron grip, going back to stroking his cock as if nothing had happened. Silently shaking his head, Robert looked down at his pint-sized lover, harshly reminded that she was only eight years old; she hadn't been telling him she wasn't into anal play, she probably had no idea that she even could derive pleasure from that part of her body. If they kept this up, he might have to teach her about that eventually, but for now, he shivered and told himself to be more thoughtful before trying new things. Her grip had been surprisingly strong, and she was dealing with extremely sensitive pieces of his anatomy. I've gotta be extra-careful with my nuts in the hands of a chipmunk.

Rob took a moment to recover from that scare before he continued their dalliance, and while he did so, he curiously leaned forward, holding his nose just above the oblivious little girl's head, taking a deep breath of her natural scent. He was no bloodhound or rodent, but he found her smell sweet and pleasing, a smile returning to his face as he filled his lungs with it. Reminded of the way she'd inadvertently flooded her system with the pheromones in his musk earlier, he suddenly found himself wondering about the scent of her tight, virgin channel, which even now squeezed and contracted around his probing finger. Struck by an idea, the otter casually pulled his finger out of the girl's warmth, replacing it with its left counterpart before she made a fuss about it. As a curious fingertip traced along the ridges and contours of her inner walls, he brought his free hand up close to his face, shivering as he saw the way his fingers were so thoroughly coated in Stephanie's juices. Bringing his glistening digits up near his nose, he took a hesitant sniff; the fluid soaking into his fur was sweet-smelling, not at all the unpleasant odour he'd been worried he might find. In fact, every breath he took of the cub's bliss filled his body with pleasure, working him up even more. It seemed a natural evolution when he stuck his fingers in his mouth, suckling gently as he ran his tongue over the familiar contours, shuddering in joy as he tasted the forbidden flavour of the little girl's pussy. By the time he had given his hand a thorough cleaning, he was so horny he could barely think. As he felt himself throb in the chipmunk's eager little hands, Robert groaned, wanting nothing more in the world than to keep going, any earlier guilt completely overpowered by his lust. "Ohhh God, Stephanie, are you getting close? I want to see you come so bad... I'm almost there, I can feel it..." In response, the little girl whimpered, clenching down on his intruding finger extra-tight. "I - I don't know, Robbie, I c-can't come without touching my c-clitty, I - I need it..." The teenaged otter's most basic instincts were screaming at him, begging him to turn the girl around and have his way with her, be done with it, but he managed to resist and keep his reaction to a mere moan of pleasure, wordlessly lowering his freshly-licked hand to join its twin, this one focusing on teasing and stroking the cub's neglected clitoris. Stephanie stiffened for a moment, made the most adorable squeak Robert had ever heard, and then sagged down in relief against her teacher, her hands gradually slowing down in their stroking of Robert's erection as she was lost to the pleasure he was bringing her. Soon her soft fingers had ceased moving entirely, and as Rob's deft fingers brought her closer and closer to the climax she needed so badly, she closed her eyes to savour it, hanging on to the base of his manhood as if it were her only anchor to reality.

It wasn't very much longer before Stephanie began to whimper continuously. "Oh - oh Robbie, I'm - I'm getting so c-close, I'm gonna come, p-please don't stop, please make me coooome..." Growling with need, the otter redoubled his efforts, pushing a second finger into her vagina, then swallowed a moan when he felt the incredible tightness, and used his other hand to begin rubbing her love button as if it were a miniature erection, stroking up and down its tiny length, having an immediate and obvious effect on the munk girl. "Oh! Oh, m-man, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." At this point, Stephanie let go of her lover's dick entirely, reaching up and taking hold of his arms, not to stop him from doing something, but just to hang on as she was swept past the point of no return and the intense build-up inside her reached a crescendo. Stiffening against him, the cub arched her back and cried out, a long, drawn-out ohhhhhhh escaping her lips, just quiet enough that Rob wasn't worried about waking someone. As the girl in his lap shuddered and gasped, her vagina began to clench down on his probing fingers rhythmically, her clitoris throbbing hard against his fingertips. Stephanie didn't quite 'squirt' as some of the girls did in the illicit videos Rob was so fond of, but a gush of her juices escaped from her tight cunny, soaking his fingers in her love. As she kept coming, he kept going, though, muscling through the contractions to massage her inner walls as best he could while his other hand continued to rub and tease her sensitive clit without mercy.

Eventually, the child in his lap let out an exhausted whimper and began tugging at his hands, trying to pull them away. "S-stop, Robbie, I'm t-tired, you d-did it." Rob smiled as he relaxed, withdrawing his left hand entirely (so he could deal with the juices upon it, of course) and leaving his right hand in the general area, no longer working to actively stimulate her, just cupping over her labia, enjoying the heat and the feel of the little girl's pussy. Stephanie slumped against him completely for a moment, sighing happily as her hands fell limply to her sides, twitching from time to time as she felt quick aftershocks. Once his hand was nice and clean, Rob leaned down and laid it on her stomach, rubbing gently like she was a pet feral. The chipmunk looked up tiredly and grinned, resting her hands on the back of his, but said nothing, just sitting there recovering from the wonderful release. Rob still needed to get off, of course, and the lack of stimulation was killing him, he wondered if this was what it was like to get blue balls. But Steph was only a little thing, and he certainly wasn't going to rush her if she needed time to recuperate after an orgasm that powerful. Finally, she looked up at him again, and he lifted his hand from her belly, reaching up to tickle her chin, making her giggle in an astonishingly cute way. "Feeling better?" "Oh yes, Robbie, thank you so much... I - it feels so much better when you do it than when I do it. You must have a lot more practice than me." The otter smiled and blushed. In truth, he'd never touched a female that way before the day he found her under his desk. He suspected that, like her inexperienced but somehow electrifying handjob, she was simply enjoying it a whole lot more because someone else was doing it to her. "Heh, heh... you're very welcome, Steph... but I'd really appreciate it if you would return the favour, please..." He clenched a muscle and made his penis twitch to get her attention and remind her of the task she'd abandoned. "Oh! Sorry, Robbie, I forgot. Don't worry, I'll make you come real soon!" He surprised her as she reached back for his cock. "Wait a second. As cute as you look..." As she giggled at the idea that he found her cute, he raised both his hands and lifted the hem of her T-shirt, tugging it over her head and off, placing it with her discarded panties. "It looks like you're gonna get wet when I finish, and that shirt needs to stay clean so you can put it back on when you go down to sleep." "Awww, Robbie, can't I sleep up here with you?" "No! If you're not down there with the other girls when they wake up, my parents will search the entire house for you and we'll get caught!" In truth, he rather liked the idea of sleeping with the precocious munk cub cuddled up against him, but for once tonight, logic won out over his desires. Pouting adorably, Steph let out a sullen 'okay' before she began to stroke his needy prick again, the organ instantly throbbing and drooling pre with the strength of his arousal. Robert moaned and once again returned his hand to his preteen lover's slit, the mere sensation of touching her there amplifying his lust and making her grin as she continued her task.

With his heightened state of arousal, it didn't take Rob long to catch up to Stephanie, his legs beginning to tremble as he approached the brink. He'd made himself rather clear earlier but found himself fixating on what was about to happen, groaning as he continued drooling pre-come onto the girl's little hands. "Oh God, Steph... I'm a-almost there, I'm gonna shoot it all over you..." Giggling, the cub just started stroking him faster, harder, while grinding her pelvis into her lover's hand, continuing to spread her juices into his fur. "Oh, please shoot your sperm for me, Robbie, I want to make you feel all good and squirmy!" Her vocabulary may have been a bit lacking, but as she rubbed his prick in a frenzy, it still pushed the otter teen that last little way he needed. With a loud groan that he only managed to suppress by holding his free hand over his mouth, Robert succumbed to his orgasm. As he stiffened, lifting his back off the mattress (though not enough to disturb his 'passenger'), his penis began to throb and twitch in the delighted little girl's grip, hot, gooey otter semen spurting out of his tip with every spasm and falling down upon her, soaking into her amazingly soft brown pelt, making the girl shiver with the naughty warmth next to her skin. One shot landed on the back of Robbie's own arm, the one whose hand even now cupped the girl's vulva almost possessively, but he left it in place, finding the feeling worth the mess. Robert's instincts wanted him to close his eyes and throw his head back, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Stephanie, who had closed her thighs over his hand, trapping his fingers up against her labia, and now giggled with delight fairly constantly as he came, painting the cub's compact frame with his seed. Naturally, he was reminded of his forbidden dream, wherein a smiling Stephanie had opened her mouth to try and catch his come on her tongue as he left his mark on her face. Unfortunately, none of his seed in the real world made it any higher along her body than the first spurt, which landed just to the left of her right nipple, which was hard and pointed, despite the lack of any further development in the area. Still, he made quite an impressive mess of the munk girl's stomach and chest, and before long he finally slumped down, sated. As he relaxed, his body going limp with a sigh, his cock finally began to deflate in Steph's hands, and his little lover ceased her ministrations, smiling with pride as she looked down at the glistening cream on her body, seeing it as proof of a job well done.

For the moment, Rob was staring up at the ceiling, seeing spots before his eyes, trying to recover from that particularly effective climax. Then he heard Steph's voice again, soft and almost sensual. "Oh wow, Robbie... I'm sticky everywhere... you comed all over me!" He looked down just as his nearly-flaccid penis flopped down against his leg with a gentle slap. Stephanie was quietly churring as she placed her hands on her torso, fingers gingerly exploring the globs of semen in her fur. As he watched, before he could react, she scooped some up on the tips of her fingers and jammed them into her mouth, whimpering and shuddering as she tasted his seed. "It's... it's just 'came', Stephanie. I came all over you. Just like, uh, the normal version of the word." "Y-your real cream tastes way better than that pre stuff did, Robbie. I - I wasn't sure last time, but this time I think it tastes real nice. I c-could just take care of this mess, if you'd like..." Feeling a tingle from that, his soft cock throbbing gently and leaking some leftover come onto the fur on his leg, Rob was about to agree that yes, it was a wonderful idea for Steph to lick herself clean, when he remembered that if she took too long, his come would dry into her pelt, creating suspicious stains that would linger until she got herself a nice shower or bath, as well as imprinting his masculine scent upon her for a while. And he couldn't just relax on that front because no one here would be able to detect it; it would do him no good at all if she passed his bloodhound neighbour on her way home tomorrow, and he noticed that the little girl reeked of sex. "W-wait, Stephie, we need to get you cleaned up faster than that. Let me try..." Reluctantly letting go of her tender young pussy, Robert reached down to the floor beside the bed and scooped up the T-shirt he'd worn the previous day, it being the only fabric within reach. A little bit embarrassed, he took the shirt and began to dab it against Stephanie's chest and belly, doing his best to clean up the mess he'd only been too happy to create. As his seed soaked into the Call of Duty logo imprinted upon the shirt, he told himself it would wash right out. After all, the towels he put on the floor under his desk were always right as rain after a trip through the spin cycle. Finally, he determined he'd gotten her as clean as he was going to get her without water or fur shampoo involved. "There we go. This should get you through the morning. Just, um, make sure you ask Emily if you can use the shower here before you leave tomorrow, okay?" As he watched, the child wiggled around, flipping over and lying against him on her belly, looking up with those big, happy eyes as she nodded, both of them aware that this new position pressed her pussy against his stomach. "Okay, Robbie. Thank you so much, for making me come so good and then letting me touch you. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had!" He wanted to deflect that, tell her he wasn't her boyfriend again (and that even if he was, he'd be the only boyfriend she'd ever had), but given that his instinctive reaction to that little outburst was to bend down and kiss her tenderly, he felt his protests might seem a little hollow.

Giving in to his instincts, Robert just lay there, kissing the cub as she pressed against him, all softness and warmth, moving a hand to her rear, careful to avoid contact with her anus as he squeezed a buttock gently, leaving his hand to linger as the other one moved to the back of Stephanie's head, cradling it gently as they kissed. A short time later, she broke it off to cuddle against him, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. As he idly began to run his hand through her hair, stroking her softly, Robert smiled. It was hard to remember the last time he'd felt this contented. For that matter, with the naked little girl snuggling with him like that, it was hard to remember that all of this was said to be one of the worst crimes a fur can commit, it all felt so... right. Eventually, Steph lifted her head, looking at Rob's alarm clock, trying to work out how much time they had left. "Robbie... can we please do something else before I have to go sleep? That was so wonderful, I just want to keep going..." Chuckling, the teen let his fingers drift down, pushing beneath her and teasing at her entrance again. "Sure thing, Stephie. Just roll over, and I'll make you feel good all over again." Blushing, the girl who'd already shared so much with him looked up with a bashful smile. "N-no, Robbie, I wanted to try something new..." "Oh. Well, uh, what did you have in mind?" Looking behind herself, Stephanie scootched her nude form down his body a little further, reaching back to take hold of Rob's flaccid penis, pulling it up and awkwardly lining up the floppy tip with her virgin slit. As she rubbed herself against him, clearly trying to push the otter's cock inside, she managed to say the words without blushing herself to death. "I - I want you to put your thing inside of me. I want to go all the way with you, Robbie..."

As she said this to him, there was nothing in the entire universe Robert wanted more than to get hard and push himself into her virgin passage. He remembered how tight her vagina had felt around his fingers; imagining that sensation around his_penis_, much less while he was pumping in and out of her, made his webbed toes curl up at the other end of the bed. If the otter had been a cartoon character, a miniature version of himself in a devil costume would no doubt be perched on his shoulder, begging him to fuck the girl, which would deprive him of his own virginity in the process, something that held a great appeal all on its own for the 15-year-old. But at the same time... "Oh, Jesus, Stephie... I'm not gonna lie to you, I want it too, I want it so bad I can taste it. But we can't!" Looking dismayed, the chipmunk started to speak up, but he cut her off before she could begin to protest. "I mean it, girl, this isn't just about me getting in trouble anymore. If we were the same age, we could totally go there, but... I'm a lot bigger than you, Stephanie. If I tried to - to put it inside you, I could hurt you." Looking dismayed, Stephanie continued to rub herself against him, trying to change his mind. "Please, Robbie, I want to risk it! Can't we -" She fell silent as he finally reached forward and took hold of her hand, insistently tugging to pull her away from his penis. "No. I'm sorry, but I won't do it." The cub gave an almighty pout, but nodded wordlessly. She wouldn't push it. For now. As she sadly cuddled up against him again, Stephanie's next words were quieter, half-hearted, the sound of someone who expected to be disappointed. "...Well, if we can't do that, is there something else we can do, or is using our hands all there is?" Robert chuckled, and she looked up, clearly not expecting that. He winked and let his eyes roam over her unclothed form again. "Oh, I can think of a few things..."

Soon, Rob had had the cub get up off him and take his place, leaning back against the head of the bed while he lay down on his stomach and cuddled up between her legs, eyes locked on her virgin entrance, which even now glistened with her love juices. Seeing his obvious interest, the chipmunk blushed, trying and failing to avert her eyes. "I dunno, Robbie... this feels weird." He looked up and smiled as he reached forward and gently rested his hands on her inner thighs. "Relax, Stephie. I'm just going to use my tongue on you. It's just licking. So just close your eyes and enjoy..." The chipmunk shivered, and her muscles relaxed, but Stephanie kept her eyes wide open, looking down at her teacher as he spread her legs slightly, then pushed his hands underneath her buttocks. With a loose grip on the child's backside to keep himself in position, Rob leaned forward, and after hesitating only for a moment, buried the tip of his tongue between her labia, pushing as deep into her hot, slick vagina as he could reach. The munk girl moaned out loud, her toes curling up next to his shoulders as he probed her tight channel with his tongue, revelling in the pleasant taste of the little girl's pussy. "Oh, oh Robbie! Nngh... n-nothing has ever f-felt this good before..." As the otter went down on her, Stephanie was flooded with bliss, unconsciously pushing her hips forward, pressing her slit against his mouth, instinctively wanting more. As she did this, she reached forward to hold on to Rob's head with one hand, clinging on to him and riding out the pleasure he was bringing to her. She would use both, except she was holding the other one over her mouth, unable to contain a chorus of whimpers and moans and yelps as that wonderful tongue gently pressed along her inner walls. Meanwhile, Robert was in heaven, sampling the cub's sweet honey. He wasn't sure if a girl as young as Stephanie would be producing pheromones yet, but even if it was just the taste, he couldn't get enough of the chipmunk's personal flavour. Dimly remembering years worth of furtive anecdotes and sometimes bewildering glimpses at the seedier parts of the Internet, Rob recalled that just playing around inside wasn't enough for most girls. Reluctantly pulling his tongue back out, he began to lick at her outer lips, bathing her labia in his saliva, before moving on to the little lump of flesh that had come out to play with them. He focused on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, licking and teasing on her love button. But apparently though it was more effective, it wasn't 'enough'. "Ohhhhh, Robbie... p-put it back in, I need it..." Thinking quickly, he pulled one of his hands out from under her butt, teasing and stroking her lips with his nimble digits, moving up frequently to play with her sensitive clit as his tongue returned to her love tunnel, where he continued to lick and explore and taste.

Neither of them were particularly aware of the passage of time as Rob's tongue continued to lick and tease at Stephanie's tightness, sometimes on a whim pulling out to lap at the cub's clit, as if underlining all the stimulation it was getting from his merciless fingers. He wasn't really following any plan, just trying to taste as much of the girl's juice as he could while he tried to figure out what the best way to play with her clitoris was. His disorderly approach to pleasuring the child wasn't something that diminished her enjoyment in any way. Actually, Stephanie was having trouble thinking with all the pleasure flowing through her little body, trembling from head to toe, already having closed her legs around her lover's head, hooking her ankles together behind his back as if to prevent him from fleeing and hold him in place. It hadn't been long at all, but she was already whimpering with the strength of her need, feeling herself rocketing towards climax much faster than she ever had when relying on her own touch. "R-Robbie..." She couldn't manage anything except his name, but apparently the way she said it was enough to tell him everything he needed to know, as he responded with a muffled moan, and then by increasing his efforts, licking and tweaking and rubbing her little parts even more energetically than he had before. The chipmunk cub once again began to whimper constantly, her vagina clenching down on her lover's tongue with more frequency as her release fast approached. Rob looked up at her, the girl finally having closed her eyes to savour the moment, though she was also gritting her teeth to keep from crying out in a much less subtle way. He wanted to remind her that she had to be quiet while she was coming, but he didn't want to take his mouth off the job to tell her. He would just have to trust that she could keep that in mind. Failing that, he could always use his own hand if it came right down to it, but he suspected her orgasm would be less satisfying if he stopped touching her clit right in the middle of it. Fortunately for both of them, when Stephanie finally reached that precipice, the only sound she made as she stiffened up and began to shudder was a high-pitched squeak. After that, she managed to plant both her hands over her mouth, desperately holding on as she came, harder than she ever had before. While pleasure exploded out from the chipmunk's core to dance along her nerves and make her twitch from head to toe, Stephanie squeezed her legs against her lover's head, her muscles tightening as her pussy clenched and spasmed along his tongue. This time, the rush of her juices was met by an otter's eager tongue, and he licked and slurped as quickly as he could, trying to get as much of her delicious nectar as he could. Muffled whimpers, grunts, and gasps filled the room as Robert continued to lick and tease mercilessly, his fingers working her throbbing clitoris while he pushed his tongue as deep as he could reach, forcing his way through the clenching and contracting of the girl's climax.

As Stephanie slumped back down with a satisfied sigh, her little body going limp, Rob remained at his post, lapping slowly, and much more gently, at her virgin slit to gather up her juice, careful not to push things any further, giving her poor love button a break while he just enjoyed his lover's taste. As the otter continued to feast upon the little girl's honey, Stephanie made herself more comfortable, snuggling against the pillows, and just closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations of her great big boyfriend's tongue. He'd said he'd never been with another girl, but she wasn't sure she believed that, if he was this good at it. After a moment, her hands, no longer required to stifle her cries of pleasure, drifted down to her chest, and as Robert continued to eat her out, Steph began to rub and play with her nipples, without being actively aware of it, or even sure of why. Finally, her fast-wired chipmunk mind began to get bored, and she sat up, beaming down at her lover. "Oh, Robbie, that was - that was fantasmical!" Finally leaning back, licking his lips to get at the girl nectar smeared around his mouth, Robert chuckled. "That good, eh?" He braced his arms underneath him to look the cub in the eye, and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the nose. "Oh yes! I've never comed that hard before! I got all dizzy and it kinda felt like when you stand up too fast, except it felt really really good instead of confusing." She frowned, pouting slightly. "Hmmm. It's kind of hard to say it in words. But it was great!" He couldn't help but laugh at that, nuzzling against her. "Don't worry, it's hard for everyone to describe." Stepping slightly to the side, Stephanie crouched down, reaching under Rob and tugging as if encouraging him to roll over. "I - I really want to make you feel like that. Let me - let me see your thingy again." He was on his back before she finished, and Rob suddenly found himself feeling oddly self-conscious with the idea of Stephanie returning the favour, moving his hand to block her away from his penis, which was once again standing tall and proud. "I - I don't know, Steph..." Misinterpreting him, Stephanie giggled as she tried to pry his hands away from his lap. "Oh, come on, Robbie, it can't be that hard to figure out! I'll just start licking your thing, and you tell me if it feels good." Robert found it hard to argue with that, especially with the excitement and enthusiasm in her voice. Reluctantly, he let the chipmunk cub pull his hands away from his engorged flesh, shivering as Stephanie settled down between his legs, boldly reaching forward to take hold of his shaft without asking. Leaning in close, the girl hesitated for a moment before giving her lover's penis a curious sniff, and then flicking out her tongue to give the underside of his shaft a quick swipe. She shivered at the taste of his sweat, and he bit his lip to keep from groaning. She grinned up at his face when she saw this, managing a wink. "See? Nothing to it. So just lie still, and I'll make you feel just as good as I did!" "O-okay, Stephie, just be careful with your teeth, okay?" Her 'of course' would have been more reassuring without the giggle.

Rob's self-consciousness managed to evaporate fairly quickly, as Steph settled in and began to lick his manhood like it was a lollipop, dragging her tongue across the sensitive skin as he twitched and writhed under her touch. After a few moments, when she grew more sure of herself, she began to explore, licking and lapping at Robert's penis, trying to cover as much of its surface with her glistening saliva as she could, while she poked around, looking for areas that were more sensitive. "Ohhh, Stephie, don't stop, that's so good..." Stifling a giggle, Steph kept focusing on that spot, the skin underneath the crown of his prick, and delighted to see him suck in a hissed breath, the lanky teen stiffening up for just a moment. At the moment, she was sitting on the backs of her ankles, but she pushed off and got up to her knees, leaning in as she opened her mouth, trembling in anticipation. Robert looked down when he felt her moving, but was unable to react by the time he realized what she was up to, able only to watch her close her lips around the tip of his cock.

As the otter stared in amazement, Stephanie dragged her lips a little ways down his length; she was aided by the shape of her muzzle, deeper than a human mouth, but she was still very small, so she was only able to take about half of his cock before she had to stop. With a groan, Steph pulled off, blushing. "I - I'm sorry, Robbie, I can't get any further, it makes me feel gross." Rob wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to explain the gag reflex to the child, but then he was more than a little shocked at the moment. "No, it's, uh, it's fine, just do whatever you can manage, I guess... but Stephie, what made you think to do that?" Robert of course had furtively seen enough videos to know that that's how a blowjob worked, but an eight-year-old girl? Steph shrugged, that grin still in place as she gave the otter's cock a squeeze. "I dunno, you were just wiggling your tongue all around my clitty, and kinda sucking on it, and that felt good, so I kinda figured..." Rob couldn't help but snicker. It was like she was some kind of prodigy in the field of pleasure, and he was starting to warm up to the idea of being her 'mentor'. "Smart girl. I was actually going to suggest you try that in a little bit, but if you'd like to get started now, I wouldn't object..." Instead of answering, Stephanie closed her mouth around his erection again, earning herself a moan as she began to suckle on his aching dick, tongue stretching out to soothe and lick at the skin she couldn't reach. Robert whimpered and shuddered against her tongue, and suddenly she could taste that salty, empty flavour that had accompanied his pre-come. Feeling proud of that, she began to suck even harder, glancing up at his face every once in a while for reassurances that she was doing it right. One of her hands was braced against the base of his prick, while the other one sat on her thigh, not doing anything. Seeking something to do, she moved this hand to his scrotum, curiously squeezing his balls, just as she had done earlier, lifting his sack to knead and massage his sensitive orbs, careful not to harm them, to give his reward just that little extra something.

For his part, Robert couldn't help but stare, absolutely unable to take his eyes off the naked child pleasuring him. He'd never felt anything as incredible as the soft, wet heat of Stephanie's mouth gently embracing his penis, teasing it from all angles, not just where her tongue poked and prodded. The covers bunched up in his grip, and he shuddered again and again, feeling the cub's diligent suckling bringing him ever closer to climax. But he had to admit, as much as the deed itself was turning him on, he felt almost as good from the fact that someone else was doing it to him, even if it was just a little girl. In fact, as his eyes traced her nude form for about the nine hundredth time that night, he began to realize that part of the reason he couldn't stop staring was because it was a little girl. But there was no time to dwell on that, for he needed to appeal to his masculinity. For the first time in his life, Robert felt the sudden, slightly irrational desire to impress a female by holding off climax as long as possible. He wasn't much in the introspective mood, so it didn't really occur to him that this was very different from the days of prior orgasms, where he would just do it quickly, trying to come as fast as possible, usually while waiting for an event to happen or late at night as a sleep aid. The otter thought about baseball, he thought about algebra, he thought about the smell of the bathroom just after his father had used it. But no matter how un-sexy his thoughts were, that maddening tongue on his cock and those little nimble fingers on his balls were driving him ever closer to the point of no return. Finally facing reality, he groaned and looked down at his preteen lover. "Ohhh sweet Jesus, that's so good... S-Stephie, I'm - I'm going to come soon - i-if you don't pull back now, I'm g-gonna shoot it in your mouth. It's your ch-choice, whether you want that or not, but m-make it quick!" One hand went forward, to cradle the back of the girl's head, scratching gently behind her ears, earning a nice churring sound. The other went back and up, holding on to the support bar crossing the head of Rob's bed, hanging on tight as he prepared for the release he so badly needed. Looking down just as Stephanie looked up, he caught the child's eyes, and shuddered right down to the tip of his tail as she slowly nodded without taking her mouth off his straining length, suckling harder than ever as she massaged his balls and worked his shaft. "S-Stephie, yess... ohhhh God, I'm so close, get ready, here it c-comes!" Hunching over her as he gasped, managing to clench his teeth shut in order to contain his cries of pleasure, Robert's grip tightened on the back of Stephanie's head, but it never came close to hurting her, and, to his credit, he didn't try to push her down further onto his prick as his orgasm exploded into being. As he trembled above his tiny lover, Rob's cock throbbed and pulsed, spurting hot otter sperm into the little girl's mouth; Stephanie moaned, subconsciously rubbing her thighs together as his thick, flavourful cream spilled upon her eagerly awaiting tongue, which even now licked at the underside of her lover's cock, making it all the better for him. Her little mouth actually filled up with come once, and she had to swallow to keep it all in her mouth. Rob had recovered fairly quickly from their initial play; his first climax of the night had done nothing to quench his lust. This time, though, with the little girl's hot, wet mouth and tongue clinging to his prick, he came harder than he had in weeks. He already felt tired; it was like he was emptying himself completely, with his preteen lover eagerly accepting everything he had to give.

Finally, Robert was sated and his orgasm had run dry, and the teenaged otter sagged against the bed, smiling tiredly, awash with afterglow. As he watched, Steph raised one hand up to her mouth, carefully taking hold of his gradually-deflating penis, and slowly pulled back off it, careful not to spill a drop. Once his manhood was finally free, she let it flop back down against his belly, and then, careful to avoid eye contact for the moment, Stephanie let out a gulp again, loudly swallowing the otter's semen and giving her a pleasant tingle. Housekeeping taken care of, Steph blushed and licked her lips to clean up a little, and then crawled forward, spooning up against his side, lifting an arm and a leg to drape them over him, fully aware (as was he) that this position also pressed her virgin slit against his hip. She didn't grind on him or anything, but Rob had already noticed that the little chipmunk seemed to enjoy it when he touched her just as much as he enjoyed doing it. He silently raised an arm, put it around her, and hugged her close. Now that the fever of desire had burned itself out, the logical voice in the back of his mind was bemoaning his fate, cursed to find pleasure in such base and deviant acts. The rest of him unanimously agreed to ignore that part and just enjoy lying here with a naked cub in his arms.

The moment was finally spoiled for the 'happy couple' when Rob looked over at his clock and sighed. "Well, it's getting pretty late, Stephie. You should get dressed and head downstairs so you can get some sleep with the other girls." She let out a high-pitched whine that would make any puppy proud. "Awww, Robbie, can't I please sleep here with you? I'll - I'll sleep just like this, all naked and stuff, and - and you can touch me all night long while we sleep!" Stephanie took hold of one of his hands and pushed it between her legs, against her femininity, but she quickly sighed, defeated, as he pulled his hand away and pushed gently against her, encouraging her to stand. "Come on, girl, we went over this, you know why we can't sleep together." Seeing how obviously sad the girl was, Rob reached over and took hold of her little chin, tilting it up and smiling down at her. "It's not that bad, is it? I don't know about you, but I had a great night. Thanks, Stephanie. I really enjoyed myself. And, uh..." Sighing even as he grinned, Rob shook his head, just as much defeated in his own way as she'd been. "...Next time, you don't have to sneak in here while I'm asleep. We'll have to talk soon and set something up." That, as he'd predicted, perked the cub right up. "You - you mean that, Robbie? There's gonna be a next time?" "Sure is, assuming I don't go to jail first. Now get dressed, don't want to be all tired in the morning." Rob extended a hand between her legs and gently, lovingly gave her labia a soft patting, earning a delighted giggle for his effort. "See you next time." "Mmmm, it can't wait to see you too, Robbie!" Robert lay back on the bed, watching happily as Stephanie gathered her clothes from the floor around the bed and got dressed. When she bent over to pull up her panties, she sure took her sweet time in doing so, and the fact that she had deliberately turned around to face away from him gave Rob the impression the munk girl was teasing him. Somehow, as he gave her perfect slit and tight rump a good leering, he couldn't work up any animosity about it. Before long, he gave her one last hug, a (relatively) quick kiss, and then he waved as the lovely cub left his room, carefully closing the door behind her. Robert waited a few minutes, then got up and locked the door behind her. Never hurts to be safe, right?

Robert had a little trouble getting to sleep after that, understandably, his thoughts full of worries for what could happen or where this could lead, but mostly dominated by a breathless replay of the forbidden events that had just transpired. That second orgasm had been downright magical. And the taste of her preteen pussy would stick in his mind for ages. But was he enjoying these things with Stephanie in spite of her dangerously underage status... or because of it? He finally nodded off with no solid answers, but at least he wasn't drowning in self-loathing. He dreamed of a number of wildly inappropriate things, all revolving around the eager young cub who longed to share her body with him in every way possible. When he woke up, after sleeping late, he could already hear the girls romping around downstairs, giggling en masse. Somehow, this morning, it didn't sound so annoying.

The lanky otter boy did his best to stay out of the way of the gaggle of girls, mostly chilling up in his room, wandering the Internet and listening to tunes. Eventually, though, when he thought the coast was clear, he went downstairs to make himself a sandwich and got intercepted walking through the front hallway. "Robbie!" From the sound of her voice she was just delighted to see him. "Jeez, Stephanie, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here? I thought all the girls went home." He tried to keep it casual, but he was worried about the way she kept glancing obviously at his groin, giggling, and looking away. "Oh, my momma's on her way to come pick me up right now. I was worried I would have to leave without saying goodbye!" To his chagrin, she ran forward and hugged him around the legs, using her height to nuzzle her cheek against his crotch. "Mmmm... thank you, Robbie. I had such a good time, and it, uh, it meant a lot to me!" "Hehe, you're welcome, Stephie." She giggled again, hugging tighter for a moment before letting go. "I like that." "...What?" "You've been calling me 'Stephie' for a while now." With a start, the teen realized the chipmunk, who once again merely looked cute and adorable, as opposed to sexually ravenous, was absolutely right. "Oh! I, uh, I guess it was because of all the 'Robbies' you were throwing around." Stephanie wasn't really listening, though, she was blushing and playing with her thumbs. "Umm... you remember that first time? I told you I don't like the name 'Stephie', Emily only called me that because it bugged me. And she doesn't even do that much anymore." He wasn't really sure what she was getting at. "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize I was doing it. I'll stop that." The munk girl held up her hands, shaking them firmly. "No, no, that's okay! I, um... when it's coming from you... it feels kinda nice having a special name that only you call me." Getting down on one knee, finding himself smiling along with her, Robert leaned forward and gave her a much more normal hug. "Then I guess I'll keep using it... but I'll reserve it for our, um, 'special games' so that no one thinks it's weird." Beaming up at him, Stephanie leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. Just then, a muffled pop beat started playing from her bag, and she sighed dramatically. "That'd be momma texting to tell me she's outside. I'd better go..." Reluctantly letting go of her big lover, Steph walked up to the door, and paused by the handle. "I'll see you around, Robbie. I can't wait for the next time we get to play together." Waving, Robert winked, unable to hide his enthusiasm. "Me neither, Stephie. After all... I've got plenty of new games to teach you."