Horny Harry

A Schoolteacher’s Perfidy

First, before you make a judgement, let me tell you a bit about me. I’m under thirty and I teach elementary school. I’m qualified to teach middle school or even high school but I’m a little guy and in middle or high school a lot of my pupils (male and female) would be as big as or bigger than I. Therefore I chose to teach elementary school.

None of that justifies what I did but I wanted you to know so that maybe you could at least empathize with my predicament.

My class was grade six. That means that most of my pupils (I use that word instead of students because most of them were certainly not students) were 11 or 12 years of age. They were also mostly pre-pubescent and although I like young people I am not sexually attracted to flat-chested, stick-legged, flat-bummed, narrow-hipped juveniles. I leave that to men who like boys. And grade six pupils (students, whatever) did not usually tempt my overcharged but underutilized libido.

And then little Barbara came along.

“Please excuse Barbie from swiming class,” the crude handwritten note said. “We have a relidgus objekshun to bathing soots.” It was signed by “Mister Belden.”

The rest of my grade six class had gone to the gymnasium for their weekly physical education session that concluded with a thirty minute swim including instruction for any non-swimmers.

I read the note and then looked up at the bearer, Barbara Belden, a cute, short twelve year old in my class.

“What religion is it Barbara? I didn’t know any religion wouldn’t allow bathing suits? I know bikinis might not be acceptable but we supply suits that cover you.”

“No…I mean…ah, we just don’t want me in a bathing suit, sir.”

At that point I tried to imagine little Barbie in a bathing suit. From what I could see (which was limited by her bulky sweater and heavy skirt) she had more of a bust than many of her classmates and her hips and bum were well filled out. She would likely make a bathing suit (and its contents) look much more appealing than most of her classmates would.

“I don’t believe you Barbie. You wrote this note didn’t you?”

“Nah…please Mister Harrison…don’t make me go to swimming.”

“It’s OK Barbie,” I said softly, moved by her reaction. “You don’t have to go but I have to know the real reason so I can make a report.”

“But? But Sir? I can’t tell you.”

“Sure you can Barbie.” I don’t know what caused me to say it but I added, “Come with me. In my office may be a better place.” And I think at that point I just meant a better place to talk.

My office was just a small cubicle with no window and just my swivel chair, a desk and a small, straight chair. But it was big enough, I’m a little guy as I said, and Barbara Belden was less than five feet tall and one hundred pounds.

“Sit down Barbara. Sit down and tell me why you can’t wear a swim suit.”

“I can’t, Mister Harrison. They make fun of me.”

“But why? Why do they make fun of you?”

“It’s the hair sir. And these,” and she cupped her hands over her breasts. “But mostly the hair.”

“What hair, Barbara? I don’t understand?”

“Here,” and she placed her hand on her groin.

“But that’s natural,” I said gently as it dawned on me that maybe this girl had more pubic hair than her classmates. And maybe bigger breasts. And suddenly she was no longer a little girl any more than I was a little man. I wanted to…needed to know more.

“Have you spoken to your mother about it? Your father?”

“Oh no Sir. They would never let me talk about it. Not hair down there.”

Any responsible reaction that I might have had dissolved at that moment. This child was maturing sexually and she needed somebody to talk to about it and as her schoolteacher I was in a position to give her the education she was physically ready to receive even though, chronologically, she was barely pubescent.

“Come over here Barbara…behind the desk. I can explain…show you what is happening. You’re growing up faster than your classmates.”

My little grade six student looked at me with some apprehension as she walked around the desk to stand beside my chair.

“Show me the hair that bothers you,” I asked and she blushed as she pulled up her sweater and her blouse to show me, above the waist of her skirt, a few scraggly hairs. It was hard for me to believe that a girl as young as she had pubic hair that extended above her mons to her navel but that seemed to be the case.

“Is that all?” I knew it couldn’t be but I knew also that I had to deceive her to see more.

“No Mister Harrison. But the rest is…like…secret.”

“We can’t have secrets Barbie…not if we’re going to solve your problem.” Then I placed my hand flat against her lower abdomen and pressed. “You mean here? And lower?”

“Uh, yeah,” and her face turned scarlet with embarrassment.

“I want you to show me, Barbara,” but when she made no move to bare any more of her body I ordered her firmly, “Now show me,” gambling on her apparent timidity.

I sat back and watched while the young girl shyly unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. Then, with her eyes fixed timidly on the floor she pushed down her panties to her knees.

Little Barbara Belden had a forest of curly, black pubic hair that extended from the shadowy bulge of her pubis to the cute innie type navel. I was not exactly a Casanova but I’d seen enough women and girls to know that Barbie was hairier than most, hairier even than many grown up women. . And it made me wonder if that meant also that she was more sexually driven than most girls of her age.

“Oh my!” I exclaimed. “You do have a lot of curls. But what about up here?” I placed a hand on her chest and was delighted with the obvious size of what was under her bulky sweater.

“Do I hafta show you?”

“I need to know everything Barbara if I’m going to help you.”

Shyly and apprehensively my little schoolgirl took off her sweater and then, when my expression showed I wanted more, she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. I placed my hands possessively on her naked, full thighs as she reached behind to unfasten and remove her brassiere. I was by then not only erect but in throbbing readiness to enjoy this delightful juvenile.

“How old are you, Barbara?”

“I’m twelve. Three months ago.”

“Have you been fucked? Or played with?”

“No! I don’t think so. Uncle Frank kind of played with me but he said it didn’t matter and I shouldn’t tell.”

If I had any conscience in this matter (which is doubtful) it evaporated at that moment. Clearly someone else had observed this girl’s progression to womanhood and taken advantage if it.

“I can see why your Uncle Frank wanted to play with you Barbie,” I gasped as she bared two delightfully firm, round tit-melons the size of grapefruit. “The girls aren’t laughing at these my dear,” I said softly as I cupped and squeezed a fleshy orb, “They’re jealous. You have absolutely beautiful breasts Barbie. You should be proud of them.”

“Really?” My little grade six student looked pleased and her frightened expression was softened by a quivering smile. “But here,” and she put her hand to her hairy groin, “They aren’t jealous of this.”

“No my dear, but we can do something about that. I don’t have a beard on my face and you don’t have to have a beard on you pussy.”

“Pussy? What do you mean Mister Harrison?”

Cautiously since I didn’t want to scare her off I placed my hand gently over her mons and let a finger seek the plump crevice that was barely visible with its profuse hirsute adornment.

“This is called your pussy, Barbie. And yours is like a kitten, covered with a lovely coat of fur. Probably you’re the only girl in your class that has much hair on her pussy and even older girls often shave.” As I talked I had one hand gently caressing her lovely, rounded naked bottom while my finger was becoming bolder in its exploration of her soft pubic curls.

“Hee hee,” the hairy little girl giggled nervously, “I don’t know how?”

“I guess I can help you then, Barbie,” and I moved my hand from her firm bubble bum to cup her left breast. “But we can’t change these…and you shouldn’t want to either. Do you like it when I squeeze you there?”

“Uh…I dunno? Makes me feel sorta funny?”

“Is it good funny or bad funny?”

“Sorta good I guess,” the ingenuous youngster answered in a weak voice.

“How about here? Does that feel good?” I punctuated the question with a gentle dig of my finger between the fat, hair-wreathed lips of her innocent, barely twelve year old cunt.

“Nah! Hanh! Mister Harrison? You’re not s’posed to touch me there.”

“Am I hurting you Barbie?” My probing finger found the little hood just above her cuntmouth and then touched the little button hidden under the hood.

“Hanh! Mister Harrison! OH SIR!”

“It’s OK Barbie. I’m just confirming that it’s OK to shave your pussy,” I murmured. “Do you ever play with yourself like this?”

“Uh no…well…that’s how Uncle Frank played with me and I do it too sometimes.

Well my dear I guess it’s time to take the fur off your pussy. Just sit up on my desk and I’ll get my razor.”

There was a small bathroom that I shared with the grade seven homeroom teacher. It connected our two offices. I kept spare shaving stuff there so it only took me about two or three minutes before I returned to my office with a basin of warm water, a can of shave cream and my multi-bladed safety razor.

My hairy little grade six schoolgirl was sitting on my desk with her plump thighs closed but her black pelt was visible above the wye where her thighs met her hips. And in the cool air her perfectly symmetrical tit-globes were topped by two surprisingly long, thick nipples.

“You'll have to spread your legs, Barbie." She looked at me with a mixture of fear and trust as she complied so I could reach between her legs and lather her pubic area and pussy lips.
 
“Am I hurting you I asked as I worked the lather into her hairy bush and at the same time worked my fingers in between her labia.
 
“Nah…hee hee…it kind of tickles,” she replied in a half whimper and she spread her legs widr apart.
 
This caused my already hard cock to grow a little more and as my soapy fingers slipped gently among the folds and hidden places of my schoolgirl's pussy I felt that I might go crazy. I wanted more than anything to plunge my cock into this young girl’s fat, little cunt but I made myself wait until I was sure she was ready. 
 
"Now, hold still while I shave you, Barbie,” and like a perfct doll she leaned back, resting on her elbows while I began peeling away the fine hair up on her belly, that soft part above her mound. Then, working carefully, I started slicing away the hair directly on her mound, and finally, the razor began slipping down and under, taking off the hair on her soft, fat labia. I could feel -- sense, really -- that Barbie was kind of holding her breath as bit by bit her pussy became as bald as one might expect a young girl’s pussy to be.
 
By the time I was done the basin was teeming with the black curls I’d sahved from her vulval area and I realized that the slipperiness my fingers were sliding in was not due to the shaving cream. My probing fingers easily made contact with her little clitoris only it was no longer as little as before. And Barbie was biting her lower lip, her eyes at half mast.
 
I reached into the well of the desk and brought out the little six inch high stand I used so I could reach the top f the blackboard and I stood on it while, at the same time I opened my belt and let my pants fall to my ankles. My little schoolgirl did not seem to notice what I was doing.
 
Now, to make sure there was no annoying stubble I lathered my hand
again and began running it over Barbie's mound, down between her legs and her cunt folds, searching for those tiny, sharp little hairs that would annoy her later. Back and forth, slipping and sliding went my hand until I realized that Barbie was moving her hips in response to my movements. As I pulled forward, she pulled back, and then the reverse. Time and again, that now hard little clitty thumped along the high and low spots of my hand.

“Did your Uncle Frank make you feel this way?”

“Hanh…yanh…but not as much.”

“Now Barbie you can wear a bathing suit any time but there’s something else I’m going to do…to help you grow up.”

“Are you gonna fuck me?”

“What do you know about that, Barbie?”

“I know it’s what guys do to girls sometimes…but good girls don’t let them.”

I looked down at her clean shaven pussy, the fat lips gaping slightly, swollen and glistening from the titillation received while I shaved her. I could see the pink inner lips almost hidden but inviting closer examination. I bent down and licked the narrow crevice from the lowest point I could reach to the top.

“Mister Harrison! Oohhh Sirrr!” my little schoolgirl exclaimed and her hips surged upward in an unspoken and naïve invitation for me to continue.

Her sweet, young pussy was oily under my tongue with a definite soapy flavour from the shaving cream and as I probed the fleshy folds with my tongue I felt the slick, little bump of her clit.

“Whaaa….hannhh…Sirrrrr,” Barbie cried out and then to my delight her hands grabbed my head and pulled me closer so that my nose was mashed between her pulpy cuntlips.

I nuzzled her twat and got my tongue inside her cuntmouth as she writhed on the desktop and whined and whimpered with excitement. She was ready.

“Did you like that, Barbie?”

“Hanh…Mister Harrison…oohhhh yeeahhh,” she gasped as I stood and placed my throbbing cock over the desk, almost touching her cuntlips that were now gaping open to be fucked. As I’ve said, I’m a little guy but I’m blessed with slightly larger than average equipment and my nearly seven inches were impressive compared to my diminutive stature. And better what I had than something bigger to fuck a little girl like Barbie even though she was well primed for it.

“Oh Sir? You are going to fuck me, aren’t you?”

Her question was almost academic in tone even though her voice quaked.

I cautiously placed the head of my cock against her slightly gaping slit and ever so slowly, trying to keep myself under control I let the head slip inside her lower lips. I heard a slight gasp come from her lips and I stopped my entry.

"Barbie, this will probably hurt for a second or two," I cautioned her softly. "But then it'll be like nothing you've ever felt."

“I...I...will it show…after, I mean. Will people know that you fucked me?”

“Only if you tell them, Barbie,” and I wanted to add, ‘but please never tell anyone or I’ll go to jail’. Again I began to press myself against her while I softly massaged her upper pubic area, around her clit and slowly she gave way to me. I could feel her expanding to fit me and the feeling, the sensation as her juvenile cunt slowly stretched around my cock was absolutely marvellous. But I could see from the expressions on her face, the flinches, the open-mouthed, silent screams and the wide-eyed amazement that each move I made was a mixture of agony and pleasure for her. I’m sure that nothing she had ever encountered had prepared her for this moment.

Watching her face, I could tell she was still uncomfortable though she had made no sounds of pain at all, simply a few soft grunts. But my little clean shaven schoolgirl was sprawled on my desk and I was between her legs with the head of my cock held in a virtual stranglehold by her adolescent cuntmouth. Not stopping, I continued pressing myself into her until I felt the head of my cock touch something, a blockage of some kind and I realized that this young girl was truly a virgin.

Barbie’s eyes opened wide and a soft whimper escaped her pretty lips as she reached up to grip my shoulders.

“Mmnnahhnn….hurrrtttsss,” she whined sibilantly and then suddenly the barrier was gone and I was sliding deeper into her young body. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes but it was as if her vestal blood was greasing her already well lubricated sheath and my cock slid inch by skinned back inch into her. It was a momentous moment for both of us, for her because it was the one time she’d lose her virginity and for me because she was my first virgin.

I remained still for maybe two minutes as I savoured the sensations, the heat, the tightness and above all the pulsing ripples of her inner flesh upon my cock. Then I started the slow in-out movement of fucking and soon she too began moving her hips back and forth, letting me slide deeply in and out of her. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was actually starting to enjoy herself. I was more or less in a trance myself, feeling myself inside this youngster, being held tighter than I had ever been before and I was determined to make this last as long as humanly possible but the excitement of the event overcame me.

I felt the need to explode begin to overwhelm me and I began to plunge myself into my young lovers body. Faster and faster I felt myself moving and it was almost as if I was in a dream sequence, viewing myself from across the room. All the while little Barbie hung onto my shoulders, trying to accommodate as best she could. No longer completely silent, I heard grunts each time I pressed myself into her.

Before long, I had completely lost the control that I so much wanted to maintain and I roughly slammed into her, time after time. She continued holding me tightly. It was only a matter of a few more moments before I slammed firmly into her and began to come. I'm not sure that she knew exactly what was going on or whether her action was simply a coincidence but it was precisely at that moment that she reached her head up and bit down hard on my arm. The combination of pain from that bite and the pleasure from my cock's release intensified the moment. I had heard and read about seeming to "come forever" but had never believed or understood what was meant. Now I knew.

Finlly the twitching in my cock stopped and I began to relax. My young schoolgirl maintained her hold on me as I moved away from the desk, most of my cock still locked like with a vise-like grip inside her little body. I bent forward and kissed her softly and heard a slight sigh escape her lips as I did.

Slowly I pulled my cock from its place and felt the muscles of her lower abdomen and upper thighs begin to relax. Still, she maintained her tight grip on me. I felt my cock slowly slide out from her and heard a slight "plop" as it dropped out. Looking down, I saw a slight smear of red on its head.

Barbie was the first to speak.
 
“Oh Wow Mister Harrison. Have you fucked any other girls? I mean in grade six?”
 
“No my dear…but you were…are wonderful. Did you like it?”
 
“Yeah, fer sure. It kinda hurt at first but then it was cool. And now I can go swimming too.” She sat up then and looking down saw the stain of blood on my prick and a small pool on my desktop just under her ravished pussy.
 
“Did I bleed? Why?”
 
“You were a virgin, Barbie. You gave me your virginity and that’s what the blood is from. What I did is called breaking your cherry.”
 
“Is that bad?”
 
“Not unless it makes you sad. For me it was a memorable experience.”
 
“Then I’m glad Mister Harrison. You’re my favourite teacher…ever.”
 
It was late afternoon by then and although the sight of her shapely, nubile body and her willing acceptance of her defloration was already causing the blood to rush back into my cum-drained tool I feared keeping her there any longer.
 
“Maybe I can teach you more another day,” I said softly as I helped her down off the desk. 
 
 
 

And there were other days. If you’d like to read more of my experiences teaching little Barbara and her classmates more about relationships please write to [email protected] and let me know.