Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ========================================================= Preface: This work is copyrighted by the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. This document contains contextual information of an adult nature. Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document immediately. If you are under 21 or you are an adult who does NOT wish to view sexually explicit contextual material, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW! By continuing you are stating that you are an adult and understand that falsely claiming otherwise is unlawful and may result in your prosecution. You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material. The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities between adults and children. If you are the least offended by physical contact of a sexual nature between adults and children, then delete this file and be on your way. None of the events described herein ever took place nor were they influenced by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation. Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if you find yourself aroused. FosterDaddy ---------- Please leave feedback at TheFosterDaddy@gmail.com ========================================================= (Mg(7), Sleep, NC, 1st) I guess I should begin by introducing myself. I'm Ryan Poulson and I teach 1st grade. I began my teaching career with 6th grade, but found it very difficult controlling my erections with the young girls and their revealing outfits; the girls weren't well endowed enough to fill their little tops, but that just meant the tops would hang open enough for me to see little nipples. They experimented with things like thong underwear and different kinds of training bras, but didn't really understand how to utilize them. I was getting panty shots all day -- sometimes clearly on purpose. But again, my erections became a problem because 6th graders knew what they were and thought they were hilarious. So I requested a transfer because "I just couldn't handle this age" even though I worried about controlling myself with the younger ones. I had not been in a relationship with a woman in years. I had a girlfriend in high school that never turned sexual. I had a few girls from clubs and whatnot a few times after that, but never got a second chance. I'm sure it was because of my very small penis; unfortunately about 3 inches long and pretty thin. My entire dick was not much bigger than my thumb. But I think that is partially what attracted me to younger girls in the first place. I just knew I would feel that tightness that I heard my other friends talk about in their conquests with adult women. I also knew, however, that if I ever took advantage of my position that the girl would definitely talk. That's what they did -- even if a father touched them, it would eventually come out. I would NEVER be able to experience a satisfying sexual experience. For two years I would see the little pantied crotches, "accidentally" rub their little bottoms, and then when their playground time came I would watch them on the swings outside the window and jack off into the sink. A couple times I would open up a little girls lunch kit and cum into their milk bottle or yogurt tube and watch them eat lunch. But in my 3rd year of teaching first grade, a tragedy happened with one of my little girls; her family was in a car accident and only she and her 16 year old brother survived. They were staying with their aunt locally, but little Marina suffered some brain damage. When she returned, she was wearing something similar to a bicycle helmet because she had developed narcolepsy which would cause her to fall asleep [even in mid step] and crash down onto the floor. To make it worse, it led to some confusion afterword and played havoc with her short term memory. It was devastating because this was the most beautiful, sweet little girl you could possibly imagine. The kind of girl that you just knew would be a gorgeous woman. We did our best to make the classroom safer, explained to her classmates what was going on, and made her feel back at home. Everything was going great until she was on top of the playground slide when she went out and fell backward, 8 feet down onto her back. Other than having the wind knocked out of her and some pretty serious scrapes and bruises, she recovered quickly. But that meant no more going out on the playground -- which meant she would have to stay in the classroom with me every day -- which meant no more daily masturbation sessions. A few days later she was sitting her her little desk coloring a picture, when all of a sudden her head fell back and she was asleep. I approached her with the intent of helping her lay down to a more comfortable position, but as I reached her and started to bend down to pick her up, I realized that her little open mouth was facing up and was right at cock level. I looked around, quickly ran and locked my door, then hurried back to little Marina and unzipped my pants. I slipped the head of my small cock into her mouth and was hoping to get some autoreflexive sucking. I was disappointed. But the act of having a cock in a little girls mouth had me near cumming anyway, and with a few pumps with my fingers, I was soon cumming into her mouth. It felt like a cup of cum came out of my cock. I pulled out and zipped up and realized I could see the cum pooled up in the back of the little girls throat. She was breathing through her nose and didn't have any auto swallow reflex, so I stood there trying to figure out what to do. I didn't want her classmates coming in and saying, "Eww, what's in her mouth?" Or having her wake up and spit it out or throw up or something. I was looking for a suction device or something since she had been out for 5 or 6 minutes and she generally slept for 4-6 minutes -- and then she started to stir. She sat up, gagged a little bit, and began swallowing. Over and over she swallowed until she said, "I'm sorry. I almost throwed up." "It's okay, sweetie. It happens." The rest of the day went great and I went home completely satisfied. A couple weeks later the timing gods smiled on me again. The class had just left for the playground, I followed closely and locked the door behind them [as was my new procedure] and Marina started cleaning up the toys in the classroom and tidying up the desks and chairs. She leaned over to grab a pencil from a classmates desk, and then her head hit the table. As I walked across the classroom to check on her, I realized as I approached her from behind that her little ass was right at dick level and barely covered by her short little skirt. I lifted her little skirt and was greeted by the most beautiful little Tinkerbell panties. I could see the beautiful shape of her little ass, the crease of her butt cheeks, and that delicious little mound pressed against the desktop. I seriously battled with myself for a minute before giving in to my desire. I slid her panties back and down over her little bottom. I could see the little brown pucker of her asshole and a beautiful, bald little pussy beneath it. I leaned down and began licking her little asshole. I had never done anything like this with anybody, but she was so perfect. It didn't even taste bad -- it was just skin. I pushed my finger against her little anus and realized that it slid in a little without the reflexive constriction that I expected. I immediately stood, unzipped my pants, and released my engorged [albeit small] cock. I leaned in and placed the head of my cock against that little brown pucker... and I pushed inside. It was tight, warm, and seemed moist. I pressed further in until I felt my balls rest against her little ass and pussy. I pulled back out slowly and then pushed in again. I realized that I wouldn't last long as I thought about how I was raping this little girls ass, so I started pounding harder and harder. In a minute I felt that tingling in my balls as cum started flowing out of my cock and into her open little bowels. Load after load of cum filling her. When I couldn't squeeze out any more cum, I slowly pulled out of her and cleaned up my cock and her little ass. I pulled up her little panties, got her situated, and carried her over to the couch. After I laid her down on the couch I positioned a hard toy under her ass, poking into her butthole area. I was hoping if there were any questions about discomfort, she would assume that she had bruised her ass when she fell asleep and fell onto the toy. She woke up just as her classmates were coming back in from recess, and as she stood up from the couch she said, "Ouch!" and threw the toy into the box. I could see her feeling her little bottom and then looking back at the toy. Unfortunately I didn't get another chance with Marina for most of the year. She had been improving and so it was a rare instance that caused her to sleep -- and almost never in an opportune time for me. But about a week before the end of the school year, the students had gone on a field trip down town so I had Marina all day. She was hanging a poster for me above my desk when she crashed. I shouldn't have even let her up there, but it her occurrences were so rare I thought it was a safe gamble. After I checked to make sure she was well, I began thinking about what I could do with her. I lifted her up and placed her on her back on top of my desk. I lifted her little skirt over her tummy and saw that she was now wearing a Minnie Mouse panty with a little pink bow on the top of her pussy mound. I smiled as I slipped the panties down over her hips and up over her legs and ankles. And there before me was a little bald pussy. Untouched. Clean. She smelled like lavender. I began slowly stroking her little mons and then began fingering her little clitoral bump. Fairly quickly her little clit emerged and I began to lick and suck it and the area around it. Eventually I used my thumbs to pull her little pussy lips apart and I licked her little pink slit, and the tight little hole near the bottom. Applying a little pressure with my finger I realized that she had a hymen and I didn't want to spoil that with a finger, so I resisted. I continued my ministrations with my tongue until I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I stood up, released my cock, pulled her little bottom to the edge of the desk, lifted her little legs up onto my chest, pulled her little pussy lips apart, and started to guide my cock to her tight hole. As I pushed forward I could feel a definite pressure. At first I thought I was in the wrong position. I adjusted her little butt, pulled away slightly to see the pussy opening, and repositioned myself. This time I pushed forward, felt the resistance, and just continued pushing harder and harder. Suddenly I felt her membrane give way and my cock buried itself completely into her little pussy. I began sliding in and out, feeling every little ridge and bump inside her little cunt. It was exquisite. NOW I knew what the guys were talking about when they bragged about sex. I was in Heaven. I continued fucking her, sliding in and out, and just about the time I was ready to cum, I saw her slightly open her eyes. I could tell she wasn't with it yet, but the fact that I was fucking a little girl and she was awake just pushed me over the edge. I started dumping my cum into her waiting little virgin pussy. I held myself tightly against her little ass, dumping my cum as deep as I could go. She pressed her eyes closed and seemed to be experiencing pleasure as I continued trying to squeeze out my cum. I finally slid out of her, pulled up her panties, and laid her on the couch. She was looking delirious so I hurried out of the room and peeked through the crack in the curtains. I could see her sit up, rub her pussy for a moment, then go back to hanging the poster. I came in pretending like I had been to the bathroom and she didn't seem to be any different. Could it be possible that I experienced all of this and she would never know? I might have to ask to teach 2nd grade next year.