At 24 years old, I had just graduated from the Universary. I had passed the exams and I was finally a teacher! I was highly sexualized as a child. Some call it abuse, but I actually loved every minute that someone played with my pussy. It would, however, change my focus on sexual partners. I found myself prefering children over adults. But I wanted it to stay relatively safe for them. I wouldn't push myself on them and only desired to make them feel good. Was there any wrong in that? Some would say so!

I stepped in the classroom 2 days before school was to start. I began to make out school assignments as I vivedly fatasized them. I was excited to teach young minds! I was assigned to a 3rd grade classroom. 9 year olds can be precocious and hard to manage. I had my work cut out for me! The first day was, as always, a time for the kids to figure out who ruled the roost. I saw one boy that was pushed from one desk to another as everyone tried to vie for the best spot to settle in for the year. His name was Peter. My grandmother told my sister that naming her son Peter was the wrong choice. That was such a dirty name according to grandma. It concocted the visions of male anatomy. I didn't know why grandma felt that way until after she died and I got a hold of her picture book. She was quite the horny little thing. Showing off her pussy to the camera in the 1920's! No wonder she thought the name "Peter" was a bad thing.

So here I was, in charge of a room full of 9 year old kids. Some with hormones raging! Especially the boys!. I greeted all the children and invited them to take a seat. My first day was somewhat intimidating for me but I should have realized it was more intimidating for the kids! After lunch, and 2 recesses, I saw Peter was shunned. When class let out, I asked Peter to stay after. He was quaking in his shoes wheh he approached my desk at the front of the classroom. When I saw him, I felt sorry for him. He thought he was in real trouble when he approached me.

"Ma'm", he queried, "What did you need?"

"I saw you get pushed around," I said, "Are you comfortable in this classroom?"

"Yes, ma'm, as comfortable as cam be."

"What does 'comfortable' mean to you?"

"As long as I don't get picked on, I'm OK!"

"I will protect you all I can", I said.

"OK, thanks Miss B"

My mind started to wander and my pussy started to get wet. I wanted to see this little boy's package and give him pleasure!

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?", I queried.

"Oh, yes. Wow, that would be neat!

I pulled him close to my body and hugged him. I gently licked his ear and down his neck. I looked down and saw his little cock pressing against his jeans.

"You shouldn't mention anything about us being girlfriend and boyfriend, unless you don't want to ever do this again."

"I won't," he assured.

I nibbled on his neck and sucked on his ear lobes. His little cock was straining against the jean fabric. I reached down and rubbed his little cock through the material. I could hear soft sighs as I rubbed it. I wanted to suck him off to show him how much I loved him. I then un-buttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down. His little cock sprang out. It was a pretty sight. A little 3" cock standing at attention! I began to slowly rub his pee pee up and down to make him feel good.

I continued to kiss him down his torso to his little cock. I took the head in my mouth and began sucking and moving my lips over his little cock. My tongue flicked over the head of his dick as he humped my mouth. He seemed to really be getting into having his little cock sucked.

I loved the feel of a tiny cock in my mouth. He was apprciative of my tongue while grown ups would have pushed me further and harder. His virgin cock seemed to really like the attention it was being given. His little hips pushed forward and back into and out of my mouth. His eyes were closed, almost like he was intent on studying something. I continued to lick his little cock to make it feel so good. I wanted him to experience a great orgasm with his little cock throbbing in my mouth. Several minutes passed while I flicked my tongue over the head of his little cock.

Suddenly, he was bucking his hips in and out. Moaninga and groaning about how good it felt! Soon, he stopped bucking his cock into my face and I could feel every pulse of his cock cumming in my mouth. Of course, I didn't get any "real" cum because he was too young yet. It was the most erotic thing to happen to me. I often play with my pussy and daydream about little Peter and his "peter"!