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Caution: Do not read this if you are a young boy or are 
likely to be influenced by a story about one.  Better yet, if 
you are underage in the part of the world where you happen to
be, leave now.

Caution 2: This intended to be a humorous story about a young
boys experiences.  No part of it is true or ,I believe, even 
possible.  Don't even think about doing anything of what you
read about here.

Caution 3: If you like heavy handed and explicit descriptions
of sex acts, you will not like this story.  If you are still
here, read on and hopefully enjoy.


Perfect Life - Part 5 - Year 6 (b/g , b/F , humor)



It was school time again and I drew a new and beautiful teacher who was
very excited about teaching.  However, her love life must have been 
extremely bad because within two weeks  she was starting to look at my 
legs.  That's a laugh, right.  Well, almost.  Actually, she has been 
looking at everyones legs and lower bodies but I just can't figure out
why.  I wear shorts most of the year because of the warm climate. 
Because of this and the large size of my cock, I'm very careful about 
how much skin is exposed. I hadn't been showing anything just
because my mom is afraid of any controversy that might arise.
Because of an accident and the threat of loss of insurance
coverage, my mom had opted, years ago,  to have my cock repaired to 
full adult size because she could not afford to keep going back and 
having it enlarged every few years. For this reason she didn't want
anyone to see it until I was an adult. As it turned out, all of
my babysitters, my daycare provider and my kindergarten teacher had not
only seen it but apparently had throughly enjoyed it. Of course, my mom 
still thought the problem was known to only the two of us. 

Knowing that I wasn't showing anything other than a
slightly larger than normal bump in the front of
my shorts it seemed odd that a beautiful teacher was so
interested in my skinny legs. But then it may have been
caused by the other girl. The girl slightly in front of me and
to one side, I was told, always exposes herself to teachers
regardless of their sex because she thinks it will help her
grades. She's probably right. In any event, I've started to
notice her eyes whenever they scan the room. Always, crotch
level.  I decide to find out if it's boys she likes or what. In
the bath-room I take off my underwear and throw them in the
trash can.  In class I casually open my legs a little more than
usual. Quickly, the new teacher takes notice and is suddenly
staying on the left side of the room, i.e., the best side for
viewing a small part of my large cock that is hanging loosely
out of my pants leg. Her stare is so intense that I avert my
eyes. And, there is miss sex-pot-show-it-all-to-teachers turned
in her seat looking at my hanging cock.  Before I can close my
legs she throws me a kiss and I don't know what's going on any
more. 
 
I have done what my mom told me not to do and I am ashamed.
At lunch time I slowly walk back to the coat room to retrieve my
meager lunch. The place is deserted except for Miss sex-pot who
is smiling and staring at me. She says something to me and I
can't quite get whether she says "will you have lunch with me or
will you have me for lunch". Whatever it was I ignore it and
bend down to get my lunch and the next thing I know she's
standing with her crotch against my forehead and her dress up to
her waist saying, "I saw your cock today, Danny and I hope your
tongue is at least as long".  I could smell her and it was so 
nice that I couldn't help myself. I've always had a serious weakness 
for the smell of clean pussy. So I just stuck out my tongue and 
licked straight up. Her knees buckled and almost collapsed as she
staggered back against the wall. I had to lean her against the wall 
to keep her upright. Was she expecting all talk or what? Apparently
she wasn't expecting the through cleaning she received because I 
really went after what I had been missing for weeks.  She was sobbing
and practically unconscious by the time I was finished tasting
her. During my activities I could swear that I had heard someone
come in to the coat room and that whoever it was was breathing
heavily. My mind was busy at the time so I wasn't sure.

Later, after I had eaten my bag lunch, little miss sex-pot limped 
by and hissed, "rapist".  "Thanks a lot", I thought.  Back in class I
kept my legs closed and my eyes downcast.  The day had turned
to crap. 

The next thing I know the new teacher is sitting on her desk facing us and
she says she is going to read poetry to us.  All of us, and now she is
staring at me, are to close our eyes and listen to the verses and find
meaning in them.  Half way through the first stanza I glance up and the
teacher has her legs facing straight at me and she has no panties on.
Within three seconds my cock has forced my legs apart and is looking 
at the teacher.  Her legs raise slightly and her whole slit is visible.
I can hardly breath my tongue feels so thick.  I risk a glance at the
teacher face and see an innocent smile as she reads the last line and
closes her legs. 

I knew it.  The bell rings and the teacher says, "class dismissed.  
Danny will you please stay and erase the blackboards.  Nancy, please
stay also and help Danny". Miss sex-pot smiles prettily and says, "Yes,
Miss Natch."  When the rest of the class had gone the teacher turned
to us and says, "If either of you want to pass this grade you are 
going to stay over after class twice a week.   Tell your parents you're 
being given extra work because you are so bright. Do both of you 
understand?" We both nodded yes. The teacher didn't waste any time at 
all in explaining why we were going to be staying after class. She said
she had been abused as a child just as she was sure we had been
or were being abused. She also said that those who have been
abused early in life tend to abuse others later .  "I have that
same tendency", she said, "and in order not to abuse young
innocent children I have been looking for nasty children like
you two who have already been abused.  And one of the ways to
spot them is to look for little exhibitionists like you.  Thanks
for letting me know who you are." 

After that explanation she told us to go and we both beat a hasty 
retreat.  Twenty feet down the hall Miss sex-pot turns to me and says,
"See what you got us into. Bet you still have your underwear off, you
little nasty boy". "Wanta see." I say, "and did you ever get your 
panties back on?"  Her face reddened and I pulled her into a recessed
doorway to check her crotch.  At my first touch of her pussy, she
collapsed against the doorway.  I leaned against her and kissed her 
mouth.  At the same time I ran my finger from her clit to her ass.
She sagged into my arms.  "Dirty boy," she breathed, "I'll see you 
tomorrow after class.  By the way, who was with us in the coat room
today?"

After class the next day the teacher led them to the coat room
where no one could see them. The teacher slipped out of her
dress leaving her with only panties on.  Her breasts were
beautiful as was the rest of her body.  "Now both of you take off
all of your clothes", she demanded.  Both of us looked at each
other and hastened to comply.  Beth, of course, had no tits at
all and I had seen the rest of her up-close and personal.  But
she still looked rather nice without clothes.  I frankly don't
know what I look like in the nude although I've been told my cock
is adult sized. The teacher looked us both over and said, "Danny, you
have a man sized cock and I didn't realize it was possible on a 
boy your size. Nevertheless, this is our opportunity to abuse each
other sexually without the danger of being the first corruptor. 
So let's make the most of this year of opportunity to indulge all
of our mutual wants, needs and fantasies".

A week later I met another student from my class on the way home
after school.  I remembered her but had never really cared to meet
her. She walked up from behind me and asked if she could walk along
with me.  When I said sure, she smiled. She was the worse looking
girl in my class, bar none.  Skinny, buck-toothed and with pigtails
no less.  "I've been looking for an opportunity to speak with you.
I saw you assaulting that other girl in the coat room last week. I
talked it over with my mother, who is a shrink, and she assures me 
that you are abnormal and need serious help. As a personal favor to
me she has allocated an hour twice a week to your therapy.  Todays
your first session; in 15 minutes from now.  She says if you don't
want to show up, she'll call the school principal and your mother
about your problem."

I was very nervous when I sat down in the chair in front of the large
desk.  The Doctor was having a difficult time seeing me from her
chair so she had me lay on the couch.  She took a chair across from
me and took down all of my medical data.  I thought it was 
strange when she called in her daughter to sit in another chair close
to her own. "Now lets get down to business, young man.  As a result
of your viscous  attach upon an innocent girl within sight of my
daughter, I have ask her to attend your sessions so she can exorcize
her own bad feelings about it. Now tell us dear exactly what it was
that you saw." "I came in . . . . .

Her narrative lasted far longer than the actual event and she had
memorized every lick and sucking sound that I had made in exquisite
detail. By the time she had finished, I had a hard-on, the Doctor
was rubbing her theighs together and the girl was leaning against
the wall with her legs splayed, her dress up to her waist and her
panties around her ankles to demonstrate.

When the Doctor was able to catch her breath she said,"It obvious
that this is going to take some real acting-out to exorcise my
daughters bad feelings. Why don't you crawl over to her and
demonstrate exact what it was you did to the other girl. After that
we'll start your transferance therapy where you shift your obviously
sick desires to an available adult who can handle the trauma."

Shit.  I didn't even bother to argue.  I knew what was coming when
the girl first lifted her dress and I saw that her panties were soaked 
and dripping juice down to her knees.  I just got down and crawled. I 
wasn't surprise to see out of the corner of my eye that an available
adult had been found and was taking off her panties too. 

For all of my first grade year, the teacher, Beth and I left no stone
unturned. I, personally, never felt I was actually abused by
my babysitters or teachers.  By classical definitions,
however, practically everyone who had enjoyed sex before adulthood
(unless they are exactly the same age)  has been victimized. 
Whatever, we three spent the year role-playing every conceivable 
situation we could think of that involved sex. All of us loved it. 
Anything that could be done by a male and female, or by two females 
was done with great passion. And best of all, no one felt the least 
bit of guilt. Of course, just to be on the safe-side, I continued
my twice a week therapy sessions.


End of Part 5

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