I was angry as I left the principal's office. Normally I taught 8th-grade kids. I knew what I was doing and I was safe, since they're well above my age of special interest. But today a teacher was sick and I'd been told to take the second grade special education class.
Thank god this was my last week at this crummy school, I thought as I trudged to my assigned task. Only two more days and I was off to a better school in a different town.
It was a small school. There were only five developmentally challenged kids, four boys and a girl. I had no training in this, so there would be no "special education" today. Not much more than babysitting.
When I arrived the kids were all at work with crayons and coloring books. Although they were all 7 or 8, most had the intellectual capacity of 4-year-olds. Of course the one little girl sat front & center, her stumpy little legs carelessly spread beneath a denim skirt as she colored a rabbit blue.
Damn that bastard principal. It was unintentionally cruel to place me in this situation. I'd been a closet pedophile most of my adult life, although I'd never acted on the impulse, only fantasized to gloriously messy orgasms while dreaming of little children. Truth to tell, when having sex with my girlfriend, at the moment of orgasm I often fantasized that I was ejaculating inside a child.
To make matters worse, she was an ugly little kid, with crooked teeth and a few missing; a mouth-breather with dull eyes, unkempt brown hair carelessly braided into pigtails. She was small for her age, still a bit pudgy with babyfat. For reasons I cannot understand, homely kids like this arouse me much more than the precociously pretty ones.
To make matters worse still, my girlfriend had been away for a couple weeks, and I was seriously in need of relief.
The thing in my pants stirred uncomfortably as I stole glances at those alluring little panties while pretending to read a book. They were white cotton, or once had been, printed with faded bunny rabbits. The badly frayed elastic around the leg holes was slack, exposing part of one plump pussy lip, and there was an obvious stain in the crotch.
As the time slowly crawled by I gave myself up to it and abandoned myself to fantasy, undressing the little tyke with my eyes, imagining my large hands fondling and caressing her innocent little body, feeling her soft feminine parts, smelling her, tasting her.
My dick twitched and throbbed in my pants, bloating to full, turgid erection as I stared at the slack, open mouth of the oblivious little kid and gave free reign to my fevered imagination. I carefully moved my hand to my crotch and began surreptitiously squeezing and stroking the thing, savoring the familiar dull ache that burned in the pit of my stomach whenever I let myself imagine the explicit, intimate details of forbidden sex with a small child.
My mouth went dry with lust as I stared at her immature little body, as I fondled and squeezed the thick, firm penis flesh in my hand, my mind seething with images of the exquisitely shameful and delicious sights, and sounds, and smells of utterly depraved kiddie sex. Feeling her little body, shaking and sweating and kissing her gummy, toothless mouth with desperate lust as I slip my hand down into her little panties and...
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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