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/con/ ~ Hello /con/. There's something I feel like I ...
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Hello /con/. There's something I feel like I should share.
In pre-school, all the kids would have nap time after snacks... except me.
My teacher would take me into a separate room and would read me a story. I didn't know why, but I later found out it was because I was wetting the bed, and my mom told them that I shouldn't sleep during nap time, and that I'd be fine staying up.(How embarrassing). Good thing I didn't find out til much later.

She would sit on the floor, and I would sit on her lap. She'd hold a book out and would read the book over my head.
She was quite young, about her early 20's. Definitely the youngest teacher there.
She was also fairly attractive, I mean I didn't expect her to become a model or anything. But in comparison to the other old fogeys, she was definitely the looker of the bunch.

I liked the extra attention, but after a couple sessions, she would start touching me as she read.
At first she would just stroke my legs and arms. I didn't really think anything of it. Then she started touching my crotch.
It made me uncomfortable, but I was raised to obey authority. I was always told that since I was just a little kid, they knew what was best for me, and that I had to listen to what they said, even if I didn't like it.

Anyway, she would just massage my tiny package outside of my pants as we read. I remember that the longer she read, the more short of breath she got.
After a couple months of this she did something different.
She did the usual, outside clothes fondling, but about half way through our story, she had me get off.
She got up and locked the door behind her and came back to me.
She stood me up, got on her knees and looked me in the eye and asked something along the lines of "Do you like the special attention I give you?"
Being the naive child I was, I said yes.
Then she said "I know a way we can make it more special"
I didn't know what she meant, but I said "My mom told me I should do whatever you say"
She smiled and gave me a kiss on the lips.
I was taken off guard. At that age, I didn't think the fondling the genitals was sexual in any way, but I did know that "kissing" was something very intimate. My face got very hot and beet red from embarrassment.
Good thing I liked it though.
"Do you like my special attention?" and I replied with a positive nod. Then she asked "I know how we can make it more special. But if you want it, then you have to promise not to tell anyone, ever. Not even your mom or god" and I nodded again.
"We can make it more special if you open your mouth"
I didn't know what she was talking about, but I obeyed and opened my mouth, where she subsequently stuck in her tongue into my mouth.
I remember thinking it felt like having a big worm in my mouth.
She kept doing her one sided make out until nap time was over.

The next day we were having our special time again. No reading this time. We got into the room and she locked the door.
She sat down and had me sit in her lap. Kind of like if she were carrying me, with one arm holding me up by my back, and the other by my legs.
She used her thumb to guide my mouth opened and she started tonguing me again.
I wasn't really interested, but I started to like it more. I also remembered how she would use her hands to continually explore my body.

My parents taught me everything, except for what to do if someone is trying to molest me. Remember, I'm just this ignorant, naive little child.
Anyway, as she was tonguing me, she started undoing my pants. She pulled them down slightly along with my underwear until she exposed my tiny little dick.
She looked at it and said it was beautiful, and didn't waste any time playing with it with her hand.
She couldn't really jack me off since it was like 2-3 inches long. But it felt, 'weird' to say the least.
I've touched it before as I washed it when I took baths, but I never felt it touched like this. She had a womanly and motherly touch as she played with it.
Still, I never really fully appreciated it, and never really gotten boners from it.
We continued this for maybe another month or so.

Then she went on to the next step. The room we went into had another room farther in that had a cot on it.
So we went straight to that room and this time she took all my clothes off. It was kind of embarrassing standing in front of my teacher naked like that, but she started taking her clothes off, too. So my embarrassment subsided a bit

Even though I was a little kid, I was getting turned on by her stripping her clothes off. By the time she was fully nude, I've achieved my first real boner.
She took notice of it and asked "Do you like looking at your teacher naked"
I was at a loss for words and just shook my head, and she sat on the cot and gave me the signal to come with her finger.

I stood in front of her as she sat there, and she took my dick in her mouth. I came instantly. Well came as in the sense I orgasmed. Nothing really came out.
At first I really liked it, but shortly after I got a little scared and started to cry. Mainly because this was like brand new and I had no idea what just happened.(I guess you could relate it to the first time a girl gets her period)
Well she was a pre-school teacher, so she did a good job of explaining it to me that a child my age would understand and comforted me. She also reassured me that the more we do it, the more I'll like it.

We continued to do this for the next several weeks. And as our sessions grew in number, I managed to last longer and longer.
She even convinced me to let her stick her finger in my butt as she sucked me off.

I started loving doing this. Everyday I would look forward to this, and when the weekend came, I would feel depressed because I had to stay home.

One day we went to the back room and I saw something new. She stripped naked and asked "Do you notice anything different?" and I knew.
"You don't have any hair down there!" As I pointed at her pussy.
You see, she never shaved her snatch before then, and there was a lot of hair.
I didn't really care though. It's not like I was desensitized by porn where women on the internet is perfectly bald and has beautiful flowered pussies like kids these days are.
This was also the first time I saw a pussy in real life, too.
I noticed the shaven mound right away, but upon further investigation, I realized she didn't have a dick like I did.
I mean, my dick was small, and she had a thick bush. So I just assumed that she had a dick hiding in there.
I walked up and pointed and said "You don't have a pee pee like me"
She smiled and said "Yes, it's called a vagina"
I stared at it out of curiosity and started touching it and explore it with my hands.
I would touch her clit, play with her little meat flaps, and use my fingers to see how far that hole went.
I guess I was a natural because she didn't say a word as I did it.
She was getting very wet when I played with her. I don't know if I was good at stimulating her, or if she was just that turned on, having a child masturbate her.

She finally broke the silence and asked me to have a taste. I obeyed and licked the fluids coming from her snatch.
I was like "yuck", but she assured me that I'd like it, the more I tasted. I took her word for it, because she hasn't steered me wrong before.
For the rest of the year, we continued these sex games. I never had sex with her though.

On the last day we had together, she told me we had to stop, because I was going to go on to kindergarten and that we wouldn't be able to see each other.
I cried for a bit, but she did a good job of consoling me.
We ended up giving each other oral one last time before I left to go on with my young life.
The story doesn't end here though. 


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When I was ~14 I moved away with my family to another city. I've never met or talked to my teacher once since I left pre-school.
When I turned 20, I decided I should go back and meet with friends who stuck around and catch up on old times.So during summer break, I let all my friends know and stayed for a week or so.A few days in, I decided to take a visit to my old pre-school.All the old people who were there retired, but my "special" teacher was still there. And she was still quite attractive.She was only in her early 40s after all.tbh, I didn't even know if she was gonna still be there. We've never contacted each other once since I left to go onto kindergarten.
At first she didn't know who I was, but I made a simple reference to "our special time" and she started looking sad. Well she knew what she did was "wrong", and now I was obviously of age to know exactly what happened.Anyway, I suggested we go somewhere private to talk, and suggested again we go into our private room.She closed the door behind her and started to I guess try to apologize.I told her it was ok, and that I loved what we did. Even after so many years, I still remembered vividly our times together.
We talked a little more, just regular stuff.I asked if she was married or seeing someone and she said no.I said I should get going, so we got up. Then I suddenly grabbed her and gave her a kiss on the lips.She was caught off guard, but she started kissing me back.I broke the kiss and gave her a piece of paper, and simply said. "I'll be alone after 1am, if you come, you might want to shave"On the paper was the hotel I was staying at and my room number.
That night I went back and waited for her. Like clockwork she arrived at 1am.I invited her in and she sat on the bed, and I sat on a chair facing it.We started talking again, but I got to the subject we both were thinking about.I asked why she molested me. I said I'm glad she did, so I'll accept any truth.
I found out that she was raped several times. When she was about my age, her uncle raped her. He ended up getting caught, but the damage was pretty much done.She was damaged goods and never really trusted a men again. Well certainly not enough to have an intimate relationship with one.So she confessed, that when my body was so close to her during story time, she got turned on. She eventually let her urges get the better of her, and the rest was history.
She was crying now, so I got up and held her. I never really expected something like that.So after she calmed down I said, "You can trust me" and I kissed her.We made out on the edge of the bed, and as we did, I slipped my hand under her skirt.She wasn't wearing panties, and she did a good job of shaving before she came.I've never been with a woman her age so I didn't know what to expect. But she was becoming well lubricated.I stripped off my clothes, and when my dick was exposed I said, "I grew a little since last time"She saw my dick and took it in her hand."You know I haven't seen one since yours" then she started stroking it."So you're saying I'm the only kid you had your special sessions with""Yes, you were my only one" and she went down and started sucking me off.
Being exposed to sex at an early age made me a nympho, so I had sex with girls whenever I had the chance. I didn't really care what they looked like or any of that kind of bullshit. Well at least for sex. I was a bit more picky for girls I wanted to have real relationships with.Needless to say, I've spent the years building my endurance.
She then took her clothes off, and I complimented her on her body. "I guess I didn't appreciate your form back than as much as I should have"I started fingering her as we made out again, and she took my dick in her hand.
I got up and grabbed a condom, but she interrupted me."Don't use it"I told her I trusted she didn't have any STDs if she says she didn't, but I didn't want to risk getting her pregnant."I know you don't want to get me pregnant, but it's ok. If I get pregnant, I swear you'll never know about it, and I'll never make you bare any responsibility for it."I hesitated and asked "Are you sure this is what you want?"And like I did back then, she just nodded.I took a last look at the condom and discarded it on the floor.
I got in between her legs and teased her pussy with the head of my dick.I guess for a 40 year old, her glands did an excellent job of keeping her wet.Then I penetrated. She squealed like a virgin when I did.She wasn't joking when she said she hasn't seen a dick for a while.I asked if she was ok, and she just asked me to go slow.
So I slowly went in and out. I continued my slow pace for what felt like hours.We had to change positions often because my muscles would start feeling fatigues holding myself up like that. The whole time she was moaning, squealing, scratching my back and arms, and clenching the bed spread as we fucked.I've had sex a lot, but I've never had sex at this slow of a pace. And sex certainly never felt this intimate before.
We ended up having sex standing up.She had her back to the wall and I was facing her.I held one of her legs up with my hand as I started fucking her again.
Finally I could feel it. We were both a sweaty mess, but I could see the light at the end of the tunnel."I'm gonna cum soon" I said as I fucked her."Don't pull out, cum inside me""Are you sure?""I want you to cum as deep inside me as you can"Like a good child, I obeyed. And as I was about to cum, I gave a hard thrust up into her pussy. I was going slow and gentle the whole time, but this last one was a violent punch into her cervix as I came.She yelled loud, the entire hotel complex must have heard, and I just unloaded everything I had into her.
We both collapsed right there, and just held each other for the rest of the night, til we fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up, and she was still in my arms. I woke her up and asked if she was ok.She nodded yes and kissed me.I told her I was going to be in town for a couple more days. So every night we would have sex again.When it was time for me to go, I offered to stick around. She gladly accepted and I ended up staying at her place.We kept having sex, and our sex would become wilder and wilder as she became more used to it.We even had sex in public places. The first time was at like 2-3am. We went to a nearby playground and had sex in a tube slide and on other playground equipment.Another time we went to an old movie and had sex in the back row.And of coarse, we had sex  in our private room at the pre-school.
But it was time for me to go back home. I told her that she could come with me, but she declined."I'm too old for you, you know. And we both have our own lives to live. So as long as your at your own home, don't think about me"I was kind of shocked at this. I mean, I felt we had a real connection. More of a connection I've ever had with past girlfriends that I've felt very serious with.She started crying. I think she really wanted to go with me, but she probably wanted what was best for me.We ended up having sex one last time after I packed up and left.
She told me not to call or email her, so I haven't heard from her since.We've had lots of sex, and I've came in her a lot. I don't know if she used any contraception. I don't even know if she has a child now.It's been about 2 years, going to be 3 this summer. I'm going to finally get my bachelor degree this year, so after I graduate, I'm thinking of going back to look for her. Maybe not to start a new life, but to at least see her again.
I still haven't had sex with the same passion as I did with her. So I at least want to feel that again.


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That was beautiful.

I also have the hardest boner ever


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>>167240
I started with a boner, but as the story progressed I dawwwed ;_;


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>>167246
You know, touching tales and touching yourself don't have to be mutually exclusive.


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fucking hot


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For the first few minutes of this story, I could relate to the teacher, just that I'm a guy and I did it with girls. :D I did the same thing of reading books with a girl on my lap, although usually while I sat on a kiddie chair with the girl standing between my thighs. And I also did some light touching while reading to them. I didn't really go for their crotches because we did this openly in front of everyone, but of course no one could tell that I had a hard boner pressed to the girls' little butts the entire time.


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>implying I'm going to let this story 404


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When I was in first grade, I had a male teacher which was unusual in the elementary grades. He was male and a pedophile. I know he singled me out because I was a very pretty 6-year-old and that was what he wanted. For the whole year, he would call me to his desk to help me with reading which was my poorest subject. I would be behind his desk beside him where no one could see me from the waist down. While I would read for him, he would put his hand up under my dress between my legs and rub my sex through my panties. The first time I was shocked, but also didn't know how to respond. He was my teacher! So I just stood still and continued reading while he diddled me. As the weeks passed, and I didn't complain, he became bolder moving the crotch of my underpants aside and rubbing in my little slit and teasing my clitoris until I couldn't read nor stand still. Several times during the year, I missed my bus, so he drove me home. That's another story entirely.


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My third grade teacher was a pedophile. He would take me and other 8-year-old girls to the cloakroom where he would remove our pants and lick our little slits.


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My third grade teacher was a pedophile. He would take me and other 8-year-old girls to the cloakroom where he would remove our pants and lick our little slits.


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