XPost: alt.fan.prettyboy, alt.support.girl-lovers, alt.support.boy-lovers   
   From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   bobandcarole wrote:   
   > Pre-School Fun with Teacher   
   >   
   > By Vulvana   
   >   
   > (Hetero sex, Pedo, Consensual, Masturbation)   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > (This story contains references to sexual relations between   
   > adult/child, so if   
   > that offends you or you aren't of legal age then don't read it! All   
   > sexual acts   
   > described are consensual. Also while most of my stories are fictional   
   > they are   
   > usually realistic, so don't expect every girl to swallow everything   
   > hungrily the   
   > first time, every guy to be 10 inches or longer, and every early sexual   
   >   
   > experience to include intercourse. And this story isn't promoting   
   > pedophilia sex   
   > any more than a story about the circus promotes running away to join it   
   > or a   
   > story about a spy is encouraging you to join the secret service. Anyone   
   > of legal   
   > age can freely use and reprint this story as long as you list my name   
   > as author   
   > and don't change the content.)   
   >   
   >   
   > When I was 4 1/2, my Mommy and Daddy sent me to pre-school. They both   
   > had their   
   > careers to worry about, and they wanted their little girl to develop   
   > her social   
   > skills. Boy, did I develop my social skills!   
   >   
   > There were 10 kids in my class, 5 girls and 5 boys, and my teacher's   
   > name was   
   > Mr. Davis. He was handsome, clean-shaven with brown hair and had   
   > friendly brown   
   > eyes. I remember he was very tall, but all adults were tall to me!   
   >   
   > He had a helper whose name was Betty. She had red hair she always kept   
   > up. I   
   > remember when she hugged us I could always feel her big boobies   
   > pressing into   
   > me. I didn't mind, but she wasn't as nice as Mr. Davis.   
   >   
   > I should tell you my hair is and was long, straight and blonde, which   
   > is a nice   
   > compliment to my light blue eyes. People say I'm pretty, but it makes   
   > me blush.   
   > I've always liked dressing up to look pretty. Many of the girls in my   
   > pre-school   
   > class wore pants a lot, but I always liked wearing dresses and skirts   
   > better.   
   >   
   > My Mommy warned me about playing on the monkey bars, and said that boys   
   > love to   
   > look up little girl's skirts. So I would purposely give them an eye   
   > full of my   
   > little panties. I don't think that's what my Mommy meant! One boy liked   
   > looking   
   > all the time. His name was Hector and he always wanted to be my   
   > boyfriend. I let   
   > him do some special things with me, but that's another story.   
   >   
   > One day, when I was hanging upside down on the monkey bars shortly   
   > after my   
   > fifth birthday, I noticed my teacher Mr. Davis looking at me. I was   
   > wearing a   
   > white button blouse and a short pink flowery skirt, but that wasn't   
   > what he was   
   > looking at. He was looking at my pink little Barbie panties. I swung   
   > there as   
   > long as I could so he could get a good look. It felt so neat to know   
   > that even   
   > Mr. Davis liked looking at me! He looked away when he saw me looking at   
   > him, but   
   > I figured he was just being shy. I decided then and there that he was   
   > going to   
   > be my new boyfriend.   
   >   
   > One of our favourite things was when our teacher would read us stories.   
   > We got to   
   > take turns sitting on his lap, and were always fighting to get our   
   > chance. He   
   > was very fair and made us wait our turn. That day it was Juan's turn.   
   > Juan was a   
   > fat little boy, and heavy, but Mr. Davis didn't seem to mine. But my   
   > teacher   
   > promised that tomorrow was my turn. So I made special plans for   
   > tomorrow.   
   >   
   > Even at the age of 5, I liked to pick out my own clothes. I always had   
   > a taste   
   > for fashion. My mom suggested my blue jumper, but I wanted to wear   
   > something   
   > special. After all, this was the day I was going to make Mr. Davis my   
   > boyfriend!   
   > I picked out my lacy white dress with pouf sleeves, lacy collar and a   
   > big pink   
   > ribbon. It was a beautiful dress and the one I wore to church for   
   > Easter Sunday.   
   > My Mommy didn't want me wearing it to school because she was afraid I'd   
   > get it   
   > dirty, but I insisted. She almost made me wear something else, but then   
   > I had an   
   > idea. I told her we were having a special party today, and we could   
   > dress up.   
   > She wondered why I didn't tell her earlier, but she was in a hurry, so   
   > she let   
   > me do it. And I had something very special underneath in mind. I wore   
   > my lacy   
   > white rumba panties with pink trim. They were getting kind of small for   
   > me and   
   > were really tight, but they went nice with my dress. Lace on top and   
   > lace   
   > underneath, I thought. I was ready for my little girl seduction.   
   >   
   > My teacher noticed me as soon as I got to pre-school.   
   >   
   > Mr. Davis looked at me and smiled. "You look very pretty today, Sara,"   
   > he said.   
   > I beamed.   
   >   
   > The first part of the day went pretty much as usual. We had finger   
   > painting but   
   > I didn't want to get my dress dirty, so Mr. Davis let me color instead.   
   > I drew a   
   > picture of Mr. Davis and me holding hands in front of a house. "That's   
   > very   
   > good, Sara," he said.   
   >   
   > "Thank you, Teacher. I made it for you," I said. I didn't tell him I   
   > drew it to   
   > be him and me in front of our own house together.   
   >   
   > I hugged him and he hugged me back. He wanted to let go but I kept   
   > holding on.   
   > "That's very sweet, Sara, but we do have to start putting the paints   
   > and crayons   
   > away." So I let go, but before he could back away, I gave him a little   
   > kiss on   
   > the lips. He looked surprised, but then just smiled, and didn't say   
   > anything.   
   >   
   > I could hardly wait for story time so I could sit on his lap, but we   
   > had recess   
   > first. Usually I would run right for the monkey bars, but today I   
   > didn't. "Don't   
   > you want to go play, Sara?" Mr. Davis asked me while Betty was pushing   
   > Hector on   
   > the swing.   
   >   
   > "No, I don't want to get my dress dirty, remember?" I reminded him.   
   >   
   > "That is a very pretty dress," he said. "But why did you wear it to   
   > school where   
   > you might get it dirty?"   
   >   
   > I hesitated. Dare I tell him? "I wore it for you, Mr. Davis."   
   >   
   > He seemed taken aback, not sure what to say. "Oh. That's, that's very   
   > nice,   
   > Sara. But you didn't have to do that. But it is sweet."   
   >   
   > I took his hand and held it, and he held mine back. We sat that way for   
   > a few   
   > moments, then when I started to snuggle up to him more, he gently took   
   > his hand   
   > away, pretending he had to look at some papers. But I could tell he was   
   > getting   
   > just a little bit nervous. I was getting to him already.   
   >   
   > Finally, it was story time! Usually whoever's turn it was to sit on his   
   > lap   
   > would practically run over everyone to get to him, but I walked over,   
   > very lady   
   > like. I turned my back to him while he sat in his chair, and he put his   
   > strong   
   > arms around my tiny waist. I sat on his lap and then adjusted my short   
   > dress,   
      
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