The afternoon recess bell rang in Miss Popper's Fourth grade classroom. As the boys and girls closed their books and moved toward the door, Miss Popper called out to Nancy Wilson. "Nancy, I need to talk with you before you go."

Nancy was a straight-A student. She knew Miss Popper didn't want to talk about her school work. She always did what she was told and never got into trouble. The little blond wondered if Miss Popper was going to talk to her about her dress. It was short. Very short. She didn't usually wear a dress to school. She always wore jeans. Most of the girls wore jeans.

"Why did her mother make her wear a dress today? And why this dress?"

The hem went above her knees when she was in the second grade. Now she was eight inches taller and the hem just barely covered her panties. The dress didn't even belong to her. Her seven-year-old sister, Judy, had been wearing it to church for the last six months.

What could she tell Miss Popper? No matter how hard Nancy tried to keep covered up, her white panties kept peeking out from under the dark blue dress.

Nancy's hands clutched at the hem of her dress trying to pull it down over her long thin legs.

"Nancy, will you close the door please."

As the last of her classmates left for recess, Nancy closed the door behind them. Nancy knew that no one could come back in until the door was opened from the inside. For security, all classroom doors were locked on the outside and could only be opened from the inside or with a key. She thought to herself, "At least none of the other kids will hear Miss Popper bawling me out,"

Nancy turned toward her teacher, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to wear a dress today. But Mom told me I had to."

"You look very nice today, Nancy."

"But it's so short!"

"Nonsense, you have very pretty legs. At your age you should be happy to show them off. Now, come around here behind my desk and stand next to me."

Nancy moved around to where the teacher was sitting. "Then you're not gonna bawl me out about my dress?"

Miss Popper swivelled her chair around to face Nancy, "No dear, we aren't going to talk about your dress. Why don't you come a little closer?"

Nancy inched forward until her bare knees touched the teacher's stockings. Miss Popper placed the palms of her hands on the back of Nancy's legs just above her knees and held the nine-year-old gently but firmly.

"That's much better, dear. We need to talk about your staying after school today."

"But I didn't do anything wrong; I promise I didn't. And this dress wasn't even my idea."

"Nancy, I know you're a very good girl. You're not being asked to stay after school because you did anything wrong. You're being asked to stay because Mr. Hardwick likes you and has something very special planned for you."

"But what about mom? She'll want to know why I'm late getting home."

"She already knows you'll be staying late. Your mother and father know all about this. That's the reason your mother had you wear this very pretty dress today." At the mention of the dress the teacher's hands slid up the girl's legs and under the short hem to cup the cheeks of Nancy's tight little bubble butt.

"Why do I have to stay after school?"

"Because today Mr. Hardwick is going to fuck you, and that means we don't much time to get you ready." Miss Popper slid her hands from Nancy's butt to the waistband of the girl's panties. The older woman pulled the white cotton down the girl's legs to her ankles. "Step out of those, Dear."

Without thinking, Nancy moved one foot and then the other. Miss Popper pick up the puddle of white cotton and inhaled the aroma of warm panties as she placed them in her desk drawer.

"Nancy, I want you to stand with your feet apart . . . a little wider, pleases . . . really wide. Good. That's a good girl."

Miss Popper wheeled her chair forward a bit so her feet passed between Nancy's legs. Miss Popper's ankles forced Nancy keep her legs spread in a nice wide stance.

" Nancy, I want you to lace your hands together like this. Good. Now, I want you to put your hands behind your neck. Very good."

With her panties off and her legs spread, the sweet little nine-year-old was in the perfect position to be molested. Nancy's bald pussy was totally unprotected. Her fat little cunt lips had parted to show a trace of the beautiful pink interior just waiting to be explored.

"Don't move until I tell you to."

Nancy nodded her head.

Miss Popper wet two fingers by placing them in her mouth. She reached between Nancy's slender legs and began to gently stroke the youngster's slit. The contact caused Nancy to inhale sharply. Then she closed her eyes and let her breath slowly leave her body. Nancy's knees bent slightly so that her cunt settled down on her teacher's fingers. Miss Popper had molested more than 300 little girls in her teaching career, and she had only gotten this response from five or six other girls. But she knew what that response meant. It meant that little Nancy was going to be a very hot piece of ass.

As she continued to work the child's pussy, the teacher asked, "How often do you play with yourself, Nancy?"

Nancy blushed a bright crimson, "At night I do it in bed."

"Every night?"

"Well, almost every night. It helps me to get to sleep."

"That's very good. How many times do you do it at night?"

"Once before I go to sleep, and if I wake up early in the morning, I do it before I get ready for school . . . and, and sometimes I have dreams and I wake up and do in the middle of the night too."

Miss Popper started to lightly brush the youngster's sex. She started in Nancy's ass crack just above her little pooper, and then she slowly traced a line with her finger across the child's anus and up her cunt to circle the girl's tiny clitoris. She repeated this stroking until Nancy's breathing became deeper and faster, her pink button became harder, and her insides became wetter. Miss Popper cupped the girl's vulva in the palm of her hand so she could alternately squeeze and then rub the little girl's fat pussy lips. This increased the flow of blood to the child's cunt causing it to further swell and moisten. Occasionally, the teacher would stop and use her thumb to test the stiffness of Nancy's clit.

Once the teacher felt heat radiating from Nancy's pussy, Miss Popper gently inserted her middle finger into the girl's warm, moist channel. She probed until she reached Nancy's cherry. The child was a virgin.

"You don't put things in here when you're play with yourself, do you?"

"I tried to do it once, but it hurt, so I stopped."

"What did you use?"

"Mommy's lipstick tube."

"How old were you when you did that?"

"I think I was in first grade."

"Oh, well, you're much older now. Once we pop your cherry, things will slide in nice and easy and it will feel really good. How does my finger feel?"

"Nice . . . really nice."

"Good."

Keeping her middle finger inside Nancy's cunt, Miss Popper used her thumb to diddle Nancy's clit which was just peeping out from its hood. Nancy's hips moved in rhythm to the strumming of her clit. Her breathing was deep and rapid. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face showed the stress and tension of an approaching orgasm.

The teacher watched Nancy closely. She inserted a second finger into Nancy's tender tunnel. The teacher was preparing to perform an operation she had performed on hundreds of little girls. Timing was everything in this operation. When Nancy reached the height of her orgasm, the teacher plunged her fingers, deep and hard in the little girl's pussy. Then using a twisting motion, she insured Nancy's hymens was gone forever. The little girl's orgasm was so intense she felt no pain when her cherry was popped.

Nancy's pussy was still a stranger to the prick, but Miss Popper knew this fourth grader would enjoy her first ride on Mr. Hardwick's cock. Her cunt was open and ready for it's first fuck.

Now that her orgasm had passed, Nancy was like a rag doll. Her body stumped forward on the teacher lap. The teacher used the two fingers in the girl's cunt to keep her from sliding to the floor. With her other hand she stroked Nancy's back.

"Now how do you feel"

"Okay." Then after a minute Nancy raised her smiling face to look at the teacher and said, "Wow, that was the best I ever had."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. Now straighten up so we can do it again."

This time the teacher's finger moved freely inside Nancy's immature vagina. Using her thumb on the girl's clit, the teacher tried to stimulate Nancy's G-spot with her middle finger. She must have been successful because the girl's second cum was a gusher. The teacher's hand was soaked; pussy juice ran down the girl's legs to her knees and a small puddle collected on the floor between Nancy's feet.

Miss Popper didn't let the nine-year-old slump forward after the second orgasm but supported her with one hand on the girl's shoulder and the other between the girl's legs. The teacher knew that after two orgasms, Nancy's Pussy was super sensitive. Too much pressure would produce pain and not pleasure. But rather than stop the teacher used slow, gentle strokes over the nine-year-old's tender, pink insides.

Soon Nancy was responding again as she climaxed for the third time.

Following her third cum the little girl started a long series of continuous orgasms which lasted seven or eight minutes and left her drained.

Miss Popper let the girl recover a bit before suggesting they go to the restroom.

"Okay, but can I have my panties back?"

"No, dear, you won't be wearing panties for the next couple of weeks. Now come along."

Miss Popper grabbed her keys and purse. She then took Nancy by the arm and led her down the hall, through the teacher's lounge, and into the restroom used by the female staff.

Once inside Nancy saw that their restroom was really two rooms. The first had a carpet, a makeup table with a mirror, two easy chairs, and a chase lounge. Mrs. Lickey, the art teacher, sat at the makeup table removing her lipstick with some tissues. The second room had two sinks and two stalls. It was like the girl's restroom but smaller.

Miss Popper turned to Nancy and said, "Let's take this dress off so it doesn't get wrinkled."

Once the back was unbuttoned, the dress lifted off over Nancy's head leaving her with just her shoe and socks.

"Do you have to pee?"

Nancy nodded, "Yes."

"Then come with me."

Miss Popper escorted Nancy into a stall and sat her down on a toilet. The teacher knelt down between the child knees and used her hands to open Nancy's cunt by spreading the lips.

"Nancy, I want to see you piss really hard." And to make sure Nancy did just that, the teacher began to gently massage Nancy's piss hole. The flood came in seconds, but because of Miss Popper's fingers, piss splashed all over Nancy's cunt. Some even trickled down into the crack of her ass.

Nancy reached for some paper, but Miss Popper stopped her saying, "No, you'll spoil the flavor." Then looking toward the doorway, she shouted, "Mrs. Lickey, I have a well-wanked girl who just gave herself a golden shower. Would you like a taste?"

"She sounds yummy; bring her in."

Nancy was quickly returned the first room. Mrs. Lickey had removed her dress and was standing in her high heels wearing hose and a garter belt. The art teacher's bra and panties lay on the table next to her dress. What surprised Nancy was the teacher's cunt. She had no hair between her legs. Her cunt looked just like a little girl's. Nancy thought the bald cunt was very pretty and she made a mental note to shave her pussy when she got older so it would always look pretty.

"Nancy, I have to go back and meet the class, but you stay here with Mrs. Lickey and enjoy yourself. I will be back as soon as school is out." Then turning to the art teacher she said, "This one is really hot. I bet you can have her coming five or six times before we take to her first date with Hardwick's seven-inch cock."

The art teacher smiled at Nancy, "Honey, you look so sweet. I'm just going to eat you alive. You sure look like dessert to me. Now, come sit here. Yes, now hook your legs over the arms of the chair. Good. Now bring your butt right the edge of the seat. Oh, you really are a good little girl."

The teacher knelt in front of the nine-year-old and moved Nancy into the correct position. Once she was properly positioned, the child's pussy lips open like the petals of a flower. Mrs. Lickey pushed her thumb into Nancy's sopping hole. She moved her wet thumb up the pink midline to the child's clit. After four soft strokes Nancy's breathing became much deeper.

"We have an hour before your date, and we want to make sure you are ready for Mr. Hardwick. Have you ever had your slit sucked?"

Nancy was just able to whisper a breathy, "No."

"Then we're both in for a real treat."

Without another word Mrs. Lickey placed her mouth over the youngster's cunt and licked and sucked and licked and sucked . . . After an hour of continuous oral stimulation, little Nancy had experienced twelve of the most mind blowing orgasms any female could ever experience.

Nancy and Mrs. Lickey were working on the thirteenth when Mrs. Popper returned. Neither Nancy nor Mrs. Lickey had heard the three o'clock bell.

"Oh my goodness, we're late and you two aren't ready."

Mrs. Lickey reluctantly removed her mouth from Nancy's swollen clit, "This one will never be readier."

The art teacher left her panties and bra on the table and slipped her dress over her head. The two teachers got Nancy up on shaky legs and slipped her dress over her head.

" Don't bother buttoning it. She not going to have it on for more than few minutes and most of the kids out in the hall know where she's going and why."

Each teacher grabbed an arm and walked the half-dress, flushed and sweaty, nine-year-old to her first fuck. As they walked along, the older girls in the hall smiled as they remembered their first time with Mr. Hardwick. Several of the older boys adjusted their pants knowing that after Mr. Hardwick finished they would have their chance to fuck this little sweetie.

In the outer office the secretary looked up and smiled, "He's ready. And wow, does she look ready"

"How many times did you get her off?"

"At least fifteen times, but we lost count."

"Wow. You did a great job. She looks so fuckable, I wish I had a cock."

The secretary leaned toward Nancy and whispered, "Honey, are you ready for your first fuck?"

Nancy looked at the secretary with half-closed eyes, smiled weakly, and gave a slight nod.

The two teachers and the secretary guided Nancy into Mr. Hardwick's office; pull the girl's dress up over her head, and left quietly carrying the dress with them.

"How many has he done today?"

"Two. Polly Smith from second grade this morning and Tammy Andrews from fifth grade at noon. Nancy will be number three."

"How does he do it?"

"The man's cock must be made out of steel."

"Did you get to watch?"

"Only the first one. But I'll tell you, that little second-grader really likes cock."

"Will this be a long session for Nancy?"

"Yeah. The more times he cums the longer it takes for him to off again."

"How many wads has he shot today?"

"He creamed little Polly in her cunt and all over her very little face. She looked so adorable when she left. She had a big smile on her face and fresh ropes of shinny cum running from ear to ear."

"I don't how many times he creamed Tammy, but I would guess he will be with Nancy for a couple of hours."

"What does he do in that amount of time?"

"Well, ever one of his sessions starts out with a slow fuck. The girls are on their backs and he is on top in the missionary position. He just slides those seven inches of hard meat in and out of their little pussies real slow and easy. And the whole time he does this he talks dirty to them. He tells them how nice their pussy is and how they have to share it with others. He tells them how much fun it will be for them to fuck their father, bothers, uncles and grandfathers. And he tells them how much better the football team will play after they've had a chance to gang-bang her pussy, and how she should be willing to suck her mother, sisters, aunts and grandmothers. If she has, or knows, a male dog, he tells her it's okay to let the dog lick her cunt and that she should try to get a dog to fuck her. He talks real soft and fucks real slow. He tells her he wants to knock her up so she can have a baby girl . . . He makes her promise to play with the baby's cunt every night so the child will be ready for him to fuck when she first comes to school. He explains about being nice to older men by flashing her pussy at them and letting them to feel her up. Shit like that really turns them on. Some of them will cum two or three times just during the slow fuck."

"How long does he do that?"

"The slow fuck lasts for about 30 minutes."

"What does he do next?"

"After the slow fuck he lies on his back and gets the girl on top so she can fuck herself by riding his cock. He'll usually let her fuck herself for about a half an hour, and then he'll have her kneel on all fours and he'll do her doggie-style - first in her cunt and then in her ass. And once he pulls out of her ass, she'll be ready for cock sucking lessons. The session usually ends with the girl swallowing Hardwick's load, but sometimes he'll do them in the cunt and ass again. It just depends on how sexy the girl is."

"I'll bet when our little Nancy comes out, she'll have a tummy full of sperm."

"And she'll know how to suck a cock."

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Mr. and Mrs. Wilson had been sitting in the waiting room since four o'clock waiting for their daughter. When they signed their two daughters up for Individualized Advanced Sexual Education, they knew there was a long waiting list and that Mr. Hardwick was the only teacher certified to provide beginning sex instruction to grade school girls. After four months of waiting, Nancy had finally gotten her first appointment to see Mr. Hardwick. Nancy's younger sister was scheduled to have her first visit next month.

They knew Mr. Hardwick had a heavy caseload, but they were hopeful that he would take the time necessary to show Nancy the fundamentals of fucking and sucking.

It was a little after six o'clock when the door to Mr. Hardwick's office opened and a well-fucked little nine-year-old walked out. The innocence expression she wore on her face that morning was gone. In its place was a faint smile and a look of satisfaction.

Nancy inspired Mr. Hardwick to perform way beyond the call of duty. He had creamed the little darling three times. First time, he left a big nice load of fertile seed in the neck of Nancy's unprotected cervix. The second time, he used a combination of K-Y jelly and hard cock to open Nancy's tight little pooper and give her a sperm enema. And the third time, he coated Nancy's tonsils, face, hair and neck with ropy strands of sperm.

Three hours of play left both Nancy and the principal tried, but happy. Nancy was a mess. She was sweaty. Her hair was matted down and streaked with ribbons of fresh sperm. Her face, mouth, and neck wore a coating of slimy wet spunk. Sperm from her cunt had dried into long gray streaks that reached to her knees. Her ass hole, which had been obscenely stretched, remained open and oozed cum down the back of her legs. She walked the way little girl's walk when they have been fucked too hard for too long. In a word - she was beautiful.

When they saw their daughter emerged from the principal's office, the Wilsons knew their wish had come true. They were delighted to see how much Mr. Hardwick had been able to teach their daughter in one session. Nancy, on the other hand, was surprise to see her parents waiting for her. She felt like she had been caught, and there was no place to hide. The child was filled with fear. She had no way to cover herself. She was doomed. She would be grounded forever and spend the rest of her life in her room. She was beginning to cry when her parents stood up and smiled at her. She looked down and saw a huge bulge in the front of her daddy's pants. Her tears tuned into a smile. She wasn't going to be grounded after all. Her daddy was going to fuck her. Her sexual adventures weren't over; they were just beginning.

The End