School Teacher Part 1

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I'd really like that! ***Extended Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story are actors in a play that are consenting adults over the age of 21. None of the characters are related to each other in any way and anything contained in the performance depicted below fall under the Roleplay and Fantasy Kinks respectively. *~*~*~*~* Beginning of Story *~*~*~*~* It was a normal day unlike any other walking into the elementary school across the street from my house. I had been working here for almost twenty five years believe it or not as a third grade teacher. Many of my colleagues have asked me why I haven’t accepted any positions higher up, mainly from the new high school that had opened up on the other side of the city. Of course, the excuse that I used is that I enjoyed that my work was within walking distance… but the truth is… I have a thing for 8 year olds. You see, every couple of years there is a problem child in one of my classes. It has always been very obvious. A troubled child. Usually wearing some sort of make up or clothing to make themselves appear older then the rest of the children in the class. Behavioral problems like they want to be in charge. Walking into my classroom and getting myself ready, I couldn’t help but think of the problem child that was in my class this year… Christy. She was a ginger. Red hair with freckles… So full of energy, always getting herself into trouble. She was definitely the girl for me this year. It had taken half a semester for me to earn her trust and respect. At the beginning of the year she was either getting into fights and being sent home, or skipping class entirely. Now she hasn’t missed a day in over a week. She still had fire in her, which I liked, but she was listening to me. I could tell now that when I was teaching class, she wouldn’t break eye contact. Students began trickling into my classroom as I kept watch for that fiery hair of hers to enter. She was a little bit late, but she arrived. Hair pulled back into a pony tail… light blue eye liner caked over her eyelids… and a total of seven piercings crossing both of her ears. She had three studs on either side and her left had a barbell that went through the top. For an 8 year old, she had a sense of style, always switching out the studs for something else. It made me wonder if she even had a matching set in there or if they were all piercings she had found. Class went as usual when I noticed that she was chatting with the girl next to her instead of watching me teach. I was getting frustrated, but I did notice her lift up her shirt a little and show the opposite girl her stomach. I decided not to call her out in front of the entire class since I wanted her to feel safe with me. Safe enough for me to get what I need from her later down the line. The bell rang as my students all rushed out for lunch and recess. I called for Christy before the last student left and asked her to come to my desk. She hung her head a little bit as if she was expecting to be punished which was odd to me… whenever she was called out, she usually stands there in defiance and stares right at teachers. “I noticed you weren’t paying attention in class today Christy.” I began as she continued to look at the floor. She was silent, no response. “It’s ok, all the other students have left, you know you can talk to me.” I reached forward and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned her head over her shoulder towards the door to check and see if it was closed, then around some more to see if the room was empty. Her face lifted up to mine as she lit up and whispered, “I got a new piercing!” I could tell that she was barely containing her excitement and I knew if I asked her, she would show me. “Well let’s see it” I spoke with a slight tone of disapproval. I wanted her to think she was in trouble, at least a little bit, I know from personal experience that children would do more if they were coming from a disadvantage. She looked around again and lifted her shirt a little to let me take a peek at her perfectly flat stomach. There it was, her sides so perfectly aligned… no fat on her at all… her pale ginger complexion drove me wild, but I had to control myself. In the middle of her perfect belly button was a crooked little loop of a piercing. I studied it for a second and finally asked her if she had done it herself. Her head lowered a little bit again as she confirmed, so I got down to take a closer look at it. “Lift up.” I ordered as she obeyed and pulled her shirt up higher, revealing more of that wonderful smooth skin of hers. Skin that only an 8 year old would have… As I admired her, I also judged her piercing as it was all the way through the skin… just crooked. It was a little red but anything agitating her skin would make it red. What worried me is that she used a normal earring for this… if it swells, it might grow over the jewelry and then she would be in trouble. “This looks bad Christy...” I began as she dropped her shirt a little and said “...what?” “Up.” I ordered again as she stood herself back upright like a soldier at attention. I noticed that she lifted her shirt up higher than the last time and those small buds of her breast we beginning to peek out the bottom. I felt my cock stir as I decided now was the time to take advantage of my accumulated trust and power over her. I decided to compliment her first. “You did a good job on the piercing Christy, but…” Her eyes made contact with mine, “...you gotta keep it clean or it might swell and get infected.” “It’s a good thing you pierced this and not something else.” I continued knowing full well that she would get curious. “I will…” she confirmed as we had a moment of silence. That’s when she asked the question that got everything started for us. “What other piercings could I have done?” I reached forward and placed my hands on her 8 year old hips. Her shorts sagged a little bit as I noticed that her hip bones became visible. She wasn’t wearing any panties I realized… I was just about to speak but noticing this made my mind go blank. I instantly imagined myself pulling her shorts down to finally see her perfectly smooth child mound. Was it bald? Or was it just now beginning to gather some of her soft ginger hairs? A golden peach fuzz of sorts… I wanted it in my mouth, my brain was screaming at me, but I calmed myself and slid my hands up her sides making sure I enjoyed every inch of her skin on the way up. She was still standing there holding her shirt up when my hands made it up to her two buds. I took my hands to the front and pinched her crumpled up shirt with both hands. Gently lifting, I revealed both of her fluffy pink nipples. I could tell that she was blushing since her cheeks had turned pink… but she made no effort to move. She stood there in obedience as I gazed upon her barren chest. It was a wonderful sight. The reason why I was a third grade teacher. Exposing another 8 year old child for my pleasure. I wanted to see how far I could take this. Her tiny buds looked more like swollen mosquito bites than breasts. Her nipples I could tell had just begun to grow. I ran my thumbs over them to which she shuttered but continued to stand there. “I was worried that you had pierced these…” I began “...these are very sensitive as you can tell right Christy?” She nodded as her face became even more pink. “Just know that you can do things to them without piercing them that feels good.” I spoke in my most seductive voice. “Like what…?” she asked short of breathe. I took this as my cue and leaned forward, opening my mouth and taking an entire swollen nipple in. She inhaled and continued to stand there, not offering any form of resistance. I sucked on her as my brain fired over and over again. The sensations and the conquest of achieving this what not many people ever experience was almost too much for me. How many people could say that they had sucked on an 8 year old’s nipples inside a third grade classroom before? I switched to the other one as I ran my thumb back over the nipple that I had just tenderly sucked. She let out another gasp as my thumb made contact. It had become even more sensitive I could tell as I wanted to educate her some more. “There is another place, an even better place where a piercing could go.” I beckoned her. “Where?” she asked immediately letting me know she wanted more. We had about an hour now that lunch and recess had begun. We needed to change to a different location. I took her by the hand and let her know we had to sneak off together to which she dropped her shirt with a devious smile. We made our way down the hallway to the little boys bathroom. I checked to see if anyone was inside and quickly took a mop handle to block the door from opening. Getting back down on my knees, Christy actually lifted her shirt back up to over her buds as if expecting me to continue on. “No no sweetie…” I started as my hands went lower. I needed to see what she had downstairs as I gently tugged on her shorts. They came down slowly as more and more of her skin was revealed. Pale milky ginger skin as smooth as can be. More… and more… and there it was. Her 8 year old mound which was still bald. She made an effort to step out of one of the pant legs to which I allowed her to lean on me to accomplish. She had been more eager than what I was used to, the exact opposite of last year. I remember all of my body weight was on the girl and I had to cover her mouth. Christy’s legs were now free, she really wasn’t wearing any panties at all to which I did realize that she wasn’t wearing a training bra either of course. From what I understood she was poor and her mother was the only one taking care of her. Rumors of her mother being an alcoholic also spread amongst the teachers. “Lay down on your back” I ordered her and she obeyed and also pulled her shirt back up exposing her nipples. “Open your legs.” I commanded as she did so without hesitation. I had a feeling that she either knew already what I was going to do or that she really did trust me this much. Getting on all fours and got in close to see that she did have tiny peach fuzz growing on her mound. It was just to short and light red that I could see it before. I wasn’t going to hold back anymore as I buried my face into her 8 year old cunny. I licked her entire slit opening her up as my tongue came to a rest on her clit. Her mouth was wide open and I shushed her to keep her quiet. Licking and lapping my tongue found it’s way to her hole and to my surprise, it was not sealed. The tip of my tongue went inside as I relished the feeling of violating this 8 year old girl’s virginity. She was rocking her hips as if trying to achieve climax when I stopped and asked her if she had done this before. She nodded and I continued with my interrogation. “I can get my tongue inside, have you been putting things inside here?” I questioned. She answered with a simple yes and then followed it up with “...but I can fit bigger things inside the other hole.” My mind raced as I started thinking about this 8 year old girl, my third grader, fucking her tiny butt hole with different things. “Show me.” I told her as we locked hands and I stood her up. She looked around the boys bathroom at the stalls that were almost touching the ground, they were so short. One of the stalls had a drainage pipe sticking out of the floor roughly three maybe even four inches in diameter. “There!” she pointed eagerly as she wobbled over to it and spread her legs. Using me for balance, she lowered herself onto the tip of the pipe and sat down. I got back down on all fours and watched as just her 8 year old butt hole made contact with the pipe and slowly started to spread. It just kept spreading… I couldn’t believe it as I watched the pipe actually go up and inside this little girl’s ass. Or should I say that she was sitting down with all her weight and her tiny butt hole was opening for the pipe. She was the one actually sliding down the pipe. She came to a rest as the pipe was firmly up and inside her as she squatted there with a smile. “See!” she almost seemed proud of what she accomplished. She gently bobbed up and down as I just stood there in awe for a moment. I have put things inside third grade butt holes before… my cock for example plenty of times… but the sheer width of this pipe is what impressed me. The pipe was as wide as a CD laid on the floor… maybe even more… I couldn’t help it anymore as I stood up and pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants. Christy briefly looked at it confused as I jammed it into her mouth and told her to start sucking. She was confused as I could tell since she didn’t really have to do anything, I was moving my hips in and out doing all of the work. She put her hands to both sides in order to balance herself inside this little boys stall, the pipe firmly placed up her ass and my 8 inch cock ramming into her face. The thought of throat fucking this 8 year old ginger while she bobbed up and down on the pipe was too much for me as I pulled out and began to cum over and over again onto her face. Her eyes had watered just enough to make her baby blue eyeliner run down her face. Spray after spray I coated her face as she looked down apparently ashamed. She had probably never seen a cock before and now she had sucked one and gotten her first facial. Two sprays from my cock actually landed on top of her head and into her ginger hair which turned me on even more. Her mouth was closed so I reached forward and grabbed her ears with both hands, covering all seven of her piercings and pulling gently, her face raised up and her mouth opened as if silently saying “ow.” This was my moment as I let myself go and started urinating into the little boys stall. Christy was in the way of course, so my stream went up from her tiny buds to her open and eager mouth. “Drink.” I commanded as she closed her mouth and swallowed. Her mouth stayed closed as my stream went into her eyes and the top of her hair. Gently pulling on her ears again, her mouth opened and I turned myself back to filling her hole. This time she closed her mouth and swallowed again without a command and continued to do so. Her eyes were shut tight but her mouth kept opening up, filling up, closing, and swallowing. She repeated this another six to seven times until my stream lost it’s power and it began to trickle down to her chin and back onto her buds… finally coming to a rest on her newly acquired belly button piercing. It was cute actually. When the stream lost its direction, she actually tried to follow it for a little bit, trying to get it to go into her mouth to swallow some more. She was a good girl inside I could tell. Eager to please and eager to follow directions. Much the opposite from the bad girl that she pretended to be amongst all of the other third graders. I praised her for doing such an amazing job and reassured her that she was my favorite student. I even went as far as to educate her that urine is actually sterile and that her belly button piercing now wouldn’t get infected. Lunch was almost over as I helped her off the pipe. I was wondering if she had enjoyed our fun together but I knew that I was going to pursue this further and if she didn’t, I would make it up to her. She was an absolute mess so I sent her outside to play for recess. I knew that the other children were going to make fun of how messy she was, but that would work in my favor. She would come back even more grimy since she is outside sweating. Before heading back to my classroom to watch all of the other third graders play outside I started fantasizing about having my way with her later on in the day. Maybe I could walk her home and introduce myself to her mother. Find out how her home life really is. If her mother was an alcoholic and drunk, maybe I could do things to her and her daughter at the same time? Who knows what I could accomplish after work today? All I knew is that I wanted to get my cock inside this little 8 year old ginger’s butt hole and see just how much punishment her little hole could take.