Message-ID: <5389eli$9711041030@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rascal Subject: PERFECT LIFE [5/6] YEAR 6 (b/g , b/F , humor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: lacsar@poboxes.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="PL-6YR.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="PL-6YR.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <345D5827.6167@poboxes.com> 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 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /