From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Pre-School Fun with Teacher By bob and carle   
      
   (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,   
   brushing it down. I also adjusted myself, and kind of wiggled my baby   
   bottom on   
   his lap. I had seen Mommy do with that Daddy, and he always seemed to   
   like it.   
   Mr. Davis started reading the story, which was a version of Little Red   
   Riding   
   Hood, but I wasn't paying much attention. I kept having to adjust   
   myself on his   
   lap, and wiggled my little bottom as much as I thought I could get away   
   with. I   
   noticed his reading was getting just a little breathy, and he had to   
   swallow a   
      
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