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Filename: sensai.txt
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story_codes: M/g11, first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Eleven year-old Tammy has been sullen and moody since her parents' divorce which leads her mother to enroll her in a martial arts class in hopes that some focus will help her daughter. Worse yet are the very small changes on her chest proclaiming that her childhood will soon be coming to an end. The dojo's owner, Mr. Moto finds the root of her angst and teaches the girl that approaching pubescence has its advantages.

story_language: English






Sensei

Written by madvlad


	"Greetings, Tamara, I am Mr. Moto, your sensei."

	The short, slightly-built girl's somber brown eyes flickered upward, barely looking at the Japanese man in his karate gi, or uniform. The softness of her facial features made her look younger than her eleven years. She mumbled something that the teacher could not quite understand.

	"Please, say again - a bit louder and more clearly."

	"People call me Tammy," she said, just barely louder and only slightly clearer.

	"Perhaps," he replied, with a slight trace of patient humor in his otherwise formal tone. "But here in the dojo, we shall use proper names or titles. Your mother, here, calls me Mr. Moto and you may do the same when we are not in class. But while I am instructing you, you shall call me Sensei. And you can call me that any other time as it is proper in our relationship as student and teacher."

	"Okay," Tammy grumbled, blushing slightly as Moto tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow. She didn't mean to sound rude - she was just generally unhappy.

	"I mean, yes sir, um, Sensei."

	Moto's stern visage lit up with a friendly, satisfied grin before he bowed slightly.

	"Then we shall get along quite well, Tamara. Or, if you prefer, I can call you Miss Tamara."

	Against Tammy's will, the corners of her mouth tugged up slightly as she fought a smile.

	"Just Tamara is okay, Sensei."

	Tammy's mother hugged her eldest daughter briefly before thanking Moto again and leaving with Tammy's two younger sisters. Tammy's parents had just finished a long and nasty divorce that had left Tammy angry and confused at the world. Her younger sisters were less affected as they didn't completely understand what was happening. Seven year-old Lynnette acted more withdrawn than normal from how her quiet manner usually was. Chelsea, just four, seemed to pick up the tenseness and sadness around her, but was easily mollified when she could cuddle with her mother or one of her big sisters.

	Compounding Tammy's problems were the unwelcome signs of approaching puberty. She had always been a tomboy, wearing her brown hair short and dressing in jeans and t-shirts as much as possible. Just after her most recent birthday two months ago, she noticed a troublesome swelling around her nipples. To most girls, it would have been welcome, but Tammy hated the idea of becoming a woman. A few girls in her with developing breasts proudly flaunted the fact, making sure their classmates were aware of their new bras. 

	Tammy had avoided bras so far, choosing to hide her modest bumps beneath baggy clothes instead. Although her new growths, barely a half inch from the rest of her chest, were hardly noticeable, Tammy had spent hours agonizing over them as she looked sideways in the mirror. She bemoaned the gentle, barely perceptible swells that had destroyed the perfectly flat lines of her profile.

	Concerned over her sensitive daughter's moodiness, Tammy's mother had enrolled in her karate to help with her self-confidence as well as the mental and physical discipline that came with the experience. Mr. Moto's school had come highly recommended. Also emphasizing the importance of schoolwork, Moto had also established quiet study rooms for his younger students to use after their martial arts classes were done and before their parents could get them. 

	For Tammy's mother, this was a blessing as her two younger girls stayed at a daycare center (Lynnette taking a school bus there in the afternoon) near her workplace. Now Tammy had a safe place with other children her age until her mom could get her.

	Despite her initial reservations, Tammy found Moto's school to be enjoyable during her first two weeks. The master ran his business like a tight ship when it came to classes, but he also allowed the children to act like children when they needed. One of the hard, unbreakable rules was that teasing and bullying were forbidden. 

	Under Moto's gentle but firm mentorship, older students often helped younger students both in karate sessions and with schoolwork. Tammy had benefited from this and genuinely looked forward to helping less experienced students in karate one day. She also took more interest in helping her little sisters with whatever they needed at home and seemed happier. Her mother had noticed the difference with quiet relief.

	"Ready, Sensei," Tammy said, punctuating it with a formal bow. 

	So far, she had participated in group classes taught by Moto's assistants, with the master observing now and then. Every so often, he would take a student for a one-on-one session in his private room to evaluate them and allow them to speak to him personally if they felt the need.

	"Then let us begin, Tamara," Moto said with an answering bow.

	They were on a mat in the large room that also served as Moto's private office. The sensei tested his young student on some basic moves, coaching her on the need for concentration as the physical portion would follow accordingly. He had been watching her closely in class and noticed that she never wore even a training bra. Not that her breasts were visible beneath the loose-fitting top of her gi, but occasionally the top opened enough in the middle to where he could see bare skin instead of a bit of fabric where a brassiere would be.

	Having worked with children for years, Moto had Tammy accurately pegged as a tomboy who was not comfortable with the changes starting to take place. But changes were inevitable and no girl, no matter how young, should have to fear her coming maturity.

	As Tammy blocked a mild lunge from one of Moto's hands, she swept his forearm sideways as she was taught. Moto had timed his move perfectly so that when he was brushed aside, the back of his hand caught the open collar of her gi's jacket, pulling one part sideways and exposing half her chest.

	Tammy turned crimson as she tugged her gi back into place while Moto stood straight and looked to the side, seemingly avoiding the child's brief nakedness. But he had seen one tiny tit as it had bobbed on her otherwise undeveloped torso.

	"Do not be ashamed, Tamara," Moto said soothingly. "These things happen."

	"I know, Sensei," Tammy gulped. "But it's just..."

	"Yes," he asked, patiently.

	"It's just...that I don't like what...what's happening and I wish it would go away."

	"You don't wish to become a woman?"

	"I don't mind growing up, but I don't...I'm afraid of having to do all of that stuff that women do."

	"Hmm," was the master's only reply as he stroked his chin. Fixing an eye on her, he called their exercise to a halt.

	"Your mind is troubled, Tamara, and it would be cruel for me to make you continue this exercise today. Here, turn around and let me help you."

	Ashamed for her apparent weakness, Tammy turned her back to her teacher as he had instructed. Moto's hands rested on her shoulders and his fingers went to work, kneading her muscles.

	"Mmmm," she hummed and relaxed as Moto's fingers moved under the collar at the back of her neck.

	Moto felt his cock twitch as he slightly lowered the collar, exposing the nape of the child's neck. Her skin was so white and the delicate lines of her neck were like artwork. As he worked his fingers there, he felt the tenseness leaving her body. Tracing her muscles and tendons slightly lower, he found the nerve cluster he was seeking and pressed in just the right way.

	"Oh!" Tammy cried as the strength seemed to leave her body. Her legs could no longer hold her up and her arms seemed like they were made of lead. Moto eased the girl down on the mat, soothing her as he did so. This windowless room was soundproof and the door was locked, so he was quite safe.

	"Do not worry, little Tamara," he said as he rolled her onto her back. "The strength in your body will return in good time. But now I must make you understand why you should rejoice when you become a woman."

	Tammy whimpered as her sensei untied her belt and opened her top, pulling it from her slack body. Next came the pants, leaving the child in only a small pair of white cotton panties. Smiling, Moto cupped her face. With gentle fingers, he brushed his way down her body, over her smooth skin, feeling her nipples although her breasts had flattened as she lay on her back. 

	Sliding over her underpants, Moto's hands gripped Tammy's slender legs a little harder as he worked his way down, testing the firmness of her muscles. Any comfort Tammy may have had with her panties remaining in place disappeared when Moto removed them at last, baring her prepubescent sex to the sensei's gaze. 

	With one hand, he explored the girl's hairless mound, thrilling at the exquisite smoothness he found there. Wetting a finger tip with his tongue, he inserted it into the cleft, pulling her labia apart with his other fingers as he touched the pinkness of Tammy's most private area.

	He took his time, carefully working on the preteen's sex as it slowly grew warmer. The nub of flesh at the top of her slit stiffened as Tammy's body told him what she would never admit. But she wasn't ready, yet - not in the way he wanted her to be.

	Kneeling on the mat, Moto lifted Tammy by her buttocks, his dick hardening painfully as the firm little globes of flesh filled his hands. Bringing her crotch up to his face, he bent his head down and began to lick her virgin cunny.

	Tammy moaned, but could not physically stop the man. With her head and shoulders on the mat and her body raised, she couldn't help but to see everything. It had been bad enough when he saw her boob, then worse when he made her naked. And then it couldn't get any worse after he touched her - or so she thought. But now he was putting his mouth...there! With her disinterest in female affairs, she only had a vague notion of what men and women did together - things that involved a penis going into a vagina. While that made her shy away from the idea of sex, this act of the man putting his mouth between her legs was incredibly bizarre and abhorrent. But why did it also feel so good?

	While he feasted on Tammy's young pussy, Moto flicked his eyes to her face every now and then, enjoying the confusion and surprise he saw there as she experienced arousal for the first time. His saliva was moistening her untried entrance and he knew it was time when all of the wetness was no longer only from his mouth. With trace of reluctance in parting from the delicate flavor of Tammy's preadolescent sex, Moto lowered her until her legs were draped on either side of his hips and her glistening twat was lying unprotected near his rampant dick. 

	Tammy's eyes were like saucers as she gazed at the sensei's tumescent organ. Then she whined as Moto shifted it until the purplish mushroom head was aimed straight at her defenseless mound. Her whining increased as she shook her head - the only body part she could control - when Moto eased the head into the softness of her virgin pussy.

	"Shh, this is nothing to fear, Little Tamara. You will appreciate this instead of having your first time trapped beneath the crude fumbling of a teenaged boy."

	Tamara whined hard as Moto took her hips and pulled her body onto his cock. Something inside of her vagina was resisting him until he jerked her against him while thrusting his hips. 

	"AAAIIIUUUGH!" the eleven year-old yelled as her hymen gave way to her teacher's prick. Something was ripping her and then she felt the crushing pressure of penetration in a part of her body she didn't understand. But she saw her trim little cunt pulled wide apart and the thickness of the master's penis as he pushed it inside of her.

	After the membrane broke apart, Moto pushed into the meaty clamp of the little girl's virgin tube. She was wet from his oral ministrations, helping him fill her innocent body with his cock. Despite the efforts in putting her childish sex to adult use, Moto felt only pleasure as the slick heat of Tammy's pussy enveloped his member. When he reached her cervix, his paused, giving the panting girl time to adapt to the hard presence inside her body. The he pushed her back and pulled her up again, fucking her lithe little body back and forth on his cock.

	Although frightened, Tammy couldn't tear her eyes away as she watched the point where their copulating bodies were joined. After a few strokes back and forth, she saw the blood from her torn virginity spread onto the baldness of her spread labia. The thin red streams slowly trickled to either side and along the crease between her crotch and thighs. Eventually, they reached her lower belly but got no further as the bleeding had apparently stopped. 

	The pain was also gone and the flickers of something better that had first appeared when her sensei's mouth was on her now came back in a growing, lustful presence. She didn't know how it could happen with that big thing repeatedly stabbing into her private parts, but it was feeling good...and oh, so very, very...

	"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh."

	Moto smiled at his little student as he continued to plunder her freshly opened sheath. She was beginning to learn how wonderful it was to be female. A master of control, Moto planned to prolong this act for at least a half hour, enjoying the child's snug little sex while he taught her what her body could do. As if hot, preteen cunny wasn't enough for him, Moto especially enjoyed the thick, juicy sounds of a tight young hole as he plunged in and out of it.

	Tammy's arms began to move, the feeling returning to them. Moto could also feel the muscles shifting in her thighs where they were pressed against him. Although she now had control of her body again, she made no effort to resist him. The student and master shared this knowledge with a silent look between them.

	Now Moto altered the speed and angle at which he maneuvered Tammy's cuntlet onto him, testing her and finding which methods produced the best reactions from her. Although her chest appeared to be completely undeveloped with her diminutive breasts pulled flat by gravity, Moto could see a slightly swaying of her nipples as the light padding of her new titties made them seem to float on her body.

	Tammy's pussy was responding more urgently, constricting around his shaft as he surged in and out of her. As her eyes were closed, her panting became more ragged and her already feverish sex was getting hotter as he fucked her girlish body into womanhood. Her pink tongue flickered over her slightly parted lips, trying to moisten where her heavy breathing had dried them.

	"Guuuunnnggghhhhh!"

	Tammy's eyelids sprang open and she reacted with shock as the first orgasmic convulsion shook her. Moto rammed her harder, urging her climax along. As she peaked, he shot his seed into her little womb; a womb that was not yet ready to produce a child.

	When they were done, Moto led her slide down from his dick, allowing her time to recover. When he stood up, he offered her his hand, helping her walk on unsteady legs to his desk. 

	Tammy felt their shared warm fluids flow down her thighs as she walked, but didn't care. Something wonderful had happened and the burden of approaching adolescence was no longer weighing upon her. She thought they were done as she leaned against his desk for support, but she knew differently when he eased her forward.

	Moto's dick had stiffened again and with Tammy leaning over and onto his desk, the round blossom of her bald snatch, gleaming with the juices from her first experience, beckoned to him from between her thighs. She was properly gooey and still a tight fit as he plumbed into her. Tammy groaned as her pussy was once again pierced, but let her sensei have his way.

	Moto's thrusts were long, each one beginning with just his head inside the little girl's sex. The movement was slow until halfway when he punctuated it with a hard stab. In a similar fashion to when he had first taken her, he altered his angle every now and then to see which ways the eleven year-old liked getting her pussy mauled the best. 

	Her bubble butt made the perfect cushion to his hammering motion. Sliding his hands from her hips, he reached around and took her by the chest, kneading her budding breasts with his fingers while he plundered her willing sex. 

	"Do you like your body now?" he whispered in her ear. "Do you like how your cunt is wet and how your nipples are so hard?"

	Tammy responded with a throaty groan, trying to press her titties against Moto's hands while she bumped back with her hips with every thrust he gave her. They continued this way, the sensei rutting with the overly aroused preteen for nearly an hour this time until they came together, leaving Tammy exhausted and sweaty as she rested her upper body on Moto's desk. Another flood of sex fluids poured from between her splayed legs.

	"Remember, Tamara, you must focus properly and all will become clear."

	It was a week later and her karate class for the day was over. While other instructors taught the other classes and the rest of her classmates were in the study room, Tammy was in Moto's office. She had difficulty with math and Moto assured her that with proper discipline, she could overcome this and excel at her studies. 

	"When we are faced with something unfamiliar and difficult, our minds tend to wander away from it," he had said. "By learning how to keep the distractions from your mind, your concentration for the task at hand will improve and you will see the results in short order."

	Tammy was sitting at Moto's desk, working the long division problem as she filtered the distractions from her mind. And Moto was quite challenging in his distractions, bouncing her up and down in his lap, making her wet little cunt gurgle loudly as his cock skewered it over and over. As he liked to do, he held her around her chest, his fingers creating more distractions as he twiddled her tiny, engorged nipples.

	This was another new position for her, but by now she not timid about anything her sensei might have her try. She was quite familiar with his cock and the mysterious squirting it produced from that first day was no longer quite so mysterious. In fact, she could still taste traces of the muskiness from his last load in her mouth, the rest of his jism bouncing in her tummy as she rode his cock. 

	Suddenly, the jumble of numbers seemed to crystallize into order and the girl's pencil danced over the paper, completing the final problem. The satisfaction of finished homework gave way to satisfaction of a different kind as Tammy crashed into another orgasm as her sensei's sperm filled her again.

	"And another perfect score on your assignment, Tammy," the math teacher said the following day as she placed the paper on the girl's desk. "I don't know what I did over the last week turn the light on for you, but I wish I could do it for some other kids."

	"Yeah, I need all the help I can get, Mrs. Borland," said a boy sitting nearby as several students laughed good-naturedly. 

	Tammy just blushed slightly and smiled, shrugging her shoulders. She thought Mrs. Borland was a good teacher, even if she taught a tough course like math. But she knew Mrs. Borland couldn't teach her like Mr. Moto could. As she thought of her sensei's lesson's, the little preteen squeezed her legs together, trying to trap the warm swirl of liquid that had suddenly appeared in her pussy.

	 

	

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