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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 every ones 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 day care provider and my kindergarten teacher had not
only seen it but apparently had thoroughly 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 both
of 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
nasty little 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
sagged 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 pig tails 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.  Today's 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 vicious attack upon an
innocent girl within sight of my daughter, she is experiencing victims
syndrome. 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."  She wiped a tear from her eye and started, "I came into . . . .".

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
creamy white thighs 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's 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 transference
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 that
buck-toothed little girl first lifted her dress in obvious distress and I
saw that her panties were soaked clear through and dripping wetness 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 baby-
sitters or teachers.  Years later I came to realize that by classical
definitions practically everyone who had enjoyed sex before adulthood
(unless they are exactly the same age) had been victimized. Whatever,
we three spent the year role-playing every conceivable situation we
could imagine that involved sex. All of us loved it. Anything that
could be done by a male and female, or by two females was attempted 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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