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By WintermuteX
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Content: Pedophilia, Incest, Student/Teacher, Public Sex, Daughter Swapping

"What are you drawing there sweetie?" I asked, crouching down next to the girl.
"It's an elfunt!" Sally held up the paper to show me the indistinguishable grey blob with a train of smaller blobs following behind it.
"See? She has lots of baby elfunts too."
The gray crayon marks could indeed have been a train of stately pachyderms, but they might as well have passed for a series of rain clouds, or puddles. The little 6-year-old was creative, but she wasn't quite a Picasso yet.
"It's great honey." I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze. "You're so talented." Sally gave me her most heart-melting smile. She was such a sweetheart, all happy grins and sunshine and a passionate enthusiasm for everything she did. My favorite student.
"Hey Mr. Renner. Is it playtime yet?" Sally looked up at me hopefully, restlessness evident in the nervous tick of her thighs.
"Almost, sweetie. A few more minutes."
She flounced and huffed in my arms. "Okaaaaaay." I let her get back to her coloring. She bent over on the bench to rest her arms on the low table, and I took a moment to admire the cute pink skirt draped over the perky curve of her bottom. The little blonde 6-year-old was such a treat. Her father was a lucky man.
I stood up and surveyed the classroom. Jim was helping Meredith on the far side, resting a hand comfortably on the 7-year-old's shoulder as she scribbled madly on her paper, and the other girls were working quietly on their own projects. Lisa and Beth had cut out little figures from red construction paper and were gluing them onto a drawn background on a poster. The twin sisters were inseparable in everything they did. Emily, the new girl, was drawing quietly, and Amber, my oldest girl at 9, had drawn out a story about princesses and dragons on her big sheet of paper and was writing between the illustrations.
"Does he kidnap the princess?" I asked her, pointing at the leering wyrm.
"No," she laughed. "They run away together. They're in love. Some knight comes to save her but he's dumb and he gets eaten. Then they have little dragon babies and live happily ever after." She pointed at the tale scrawled between the figures, and I saw how the story ended with a picture of the princess and the dragon locked in an intimate embrace. I had to hand it to her, Amber could really draw. The dragon was anatomically accurate in every way. I made a note to get her some better art supplies for next week. She had long outgrown the markers she was using.
"Good job Amber." I swept my hand over the paper. "This is really great. I'll bet your Dad will love it."
"Yeah. He'll want to put it on the fridge." She made a slight face. "There's already too much on the fridge."
"That just shows how much he loves what you do," I laughed, tousling her blonde hair. "Can't blame a dad for being proud of his baby girl. He'll love this. Let's clean up now. It's playtime."
"Yay!" She hugged me and started packing the markers back into the box, arranging them fastidiously by color. I stood up.
"Ok kids!" I clapped my hands twice to get their attention. "Go ahead and put your stuff away and get your mats. It's playtime." Girlish squeals of delight filled the classroom as they bustled to put their things away. Jim and I stood resting back against the big table in the center of the room as one-by-one the girls picked their favorite mats and dragged them over to the cleared area in front of us. Amber picked the purple frilly bedroll that she liked, and Lisa and Beth shared the big red cushion with the knitted edges. Emily lingered at the pile of mats by the cabinets, looking hesitant.
"Pick the blue one!" Sally called. "Mr. Renner loves the blue one." The girls all tittered together, but it was true. The thick blue blanket with the sewn-in cushion was what I liked to use. The girls always looked so good on it, and its many stains barely showed.
Emily blushed briefly, but grabbed the blanket and hauled it over, joining the half-circle of little girls arranged in front of us. They each kneeled on their chosen mats and blankets, looking up at us with wide eyes and eager expressions.
"Ok girls. Remember where we left off last time?"
Sally threw her hand in the air and waved it hysterically. "I know! I know!" the 6-year-old bellowed. "You were explaining how it gets hard."
"That's right." I heard the zipping sound next to me and joined Jim in undoing my belt and pulling down my pants in front of the class of girls. The hungry bulges strained obscenely against our underwear as the girls looked on, fascinated.
"Do you remember how it gets hard Sally?" I asked.
"You said it was blood Mr. Renner." The little girl's eyes were locked on the swelling fabric of my underwear. "Which seems so weird. How does more blood make something hard?"
"Let's find out." I motioned to myself and Jim with a hand. "Who wants to volunteer today?"
Almost as one, Lisa and Beth scrambled forward and kneeled on the carpet in front of me and Jim. Two pairs of tiny hands reached up to grasp our underwear, and the girls pulled the fabric down, causing a pair of fat cocks to spring out and slap them in the face. They giggled and nuzzled the firm flesh, then wrapped their fingers around the meaty pricks of their teachers.
"That's good sweetie." I rested my hand on Lisa's head, fingers curling in her dark hair. She looked up at me with almond eyes shining with desire, the heritage of her Asian family.
"Better than good," I sighed, shifting my weight and leaning back against the table. Christ, nothing could beat the feeling of a little girl's tiny fingers on your cock. I needed to give some of the other girls a chance during playtime besides Beth and Lisa, but they were just so good. Jim leaned back in the same way next to me as Beth pattered her fingers up and down his stiff rod of firm velvet, feeling the taut flesh, rimming the purpling glans at the end and peering at the first drip of precum on his cock with fascination.
"Can I try again today Mr. Renner?" The shining hope in Lisa's eyes as she looked up at me was adorable. My prick bulged expectantly an inch from her lips.
"Of course sweetie." I gestured, and the little girl opened her mouth tentatively and wrapped her lips around my prick like it was delicate candy. The twins had had more practice, but it was important that all the girls had a chance to practice cocksucking. The gripping warmth of Lisa's mouth sent a shiver racing up from my crotch, but I tried to file away a note to myself to let Meredith go first next time. She had seemed upset at only getting a B at blowjobs on her report card. More practice would do her good.
"Like Mr. Renner said, blood is what causes a man's penis to get erect," Jim said, taking over the lesson as the suction on my prick began to vacuum up all the thoughts from my head. "This usually means a man is aroused, though there could be other reasons. Now, who here has seen their Daddy's prick hard like this before?"
The girls all raised their hands. Good fathers, the lot of them. None of them had neglected their daughter's needs.
"Dad's pretty much hard all the time. He never even wears pants around the house anymore. Says it's too uncomfortable." Beth giggled as she used Jim's precum to moisten the head of his cock and began a slow slide of her fist along the tip.
"Then you're doing a good job at home honey," Jim encouraged her. "Now, last week we talked about sex again. Who can tell me what we talked about?"
The hands all shot up, but Jim pointed at Sally.
"Sex is when Daddy's hard cock goes in your pussy," the 6-year-old said proudly. "Semen with millions of little babies in it comes out of the cock and that's how you get pregnant. It feels really good."
"Dad only puts it in my pussy sometimes," Amber said. "He uses my mouth or my butt the other times, but it still feels good."
"But doesn't he have to cum in your pussy to get you pregnant?" Meredith asked. "Or can it be anywhere?"
Jim shook his head and readied a reply, but shuddered as Beth's hands on his penis sent a ripple of pleasure up from his groin.
"No," he panted, swallowing after the tremor subsided. "Your daddies can put semen anywhere in you, but you'd only get pregnant if it's in your vagina. Don't worry though. Remember that your daddies love you no matter where it ends up."
"Dad likes to put it on our faces before we get on the school bus", Beth said, nuzzling the prick in her face as she teased it with her fingers. "Lisa's always trying to butt in and take more of it though." She feigned an angry look at her sister.
"Mmmph. Mmph mmph mmmmphmmmph." Lisa couldn't protest her sister's accusation past the rod of engorged flesh in her mouth. The gripping tunnel had sucked me in until I had 3 inches of raging fuckmeat buried between her lips and was butting up against her throat in the back. She had taken the cue from the dripping precum on her tongue and my tightening fist in her hair, and pumped her cheeks before treating me to a light bobbing motion, tiny lips gliding over engorged flesh and leaving trails of gooey saliva behind. I bucked my hips to meet her motion, relishing the feel of my manhood flattening the girl's tiny squirming tongue underneath it.
The other girls looked on in fascination, pants and shirts down or up as they liked, fingers seeking the glorious buds of pleasure at their cunts and pinching the hardening nipples on their flat chests, watching the dark-haired twins on their knees at the front of the class eagerly sucking their teacher's pricks. Sally's pink skirt was around her ankles and her Hello Kitty t-shirt was pushed up to her chest as she reclined on her blanket, both hands digging hungrily at the slit between her legs. Her eyes followed the glistening cockflesh with wide-eyed wonder as it disappeared repeatedly into her classmate's mouth with wet slurping sounds. Sally was always a good student, attentive in class. They all were.
The rising tide became a sudden swell that shivered up my erect girth, the stirrings of a liquid avalanche beginning deep in my balls. Pulling gently on her hair with my fingers, I coaxed Lisa on with an encouraging murmur. She knew exactly what the sudden shiver and jerk in a man's pelvis meant. Saliva dripped from her lips and began to run down her chin as she dove eagerly onto the purpling girth, slapping the glans against her tonsils with puffing cheeks. Only 8, and already a great cocksucker, and her sister was every bit as skilled. I was lucky to have such good students. A struggling tongue worked my underside, wiggling and fighting for space to add that tiny spice of extra pleasure to the froth about to boil over in my crotch. Her eyes looked up, eyelashes batting, staring into mine to ask if it was good, if I liked it, if she was doing it right and would get a good grade. I could have lost myself in the dark depths of those almond pools. 8 years, and a gaze already glittering with the hungry passion and desperate need for validation that little girls craved so deeply from men. That look would never get old for me.
"Hnnnng!" My balls clenched suddenly, sending a frothing white geyser racing upward where it exploded into the girl's mouth. Cum erupted and filled the tiny space until it backflowed in her throat, and she pulled off, coughing, a mixture of spittle and semen dribbling out her mouth and down her chin.
"Ack," she coughed again into her hands, gooey liquid filling them up and dripping messily onto her yellow blouse. "Sorry Mr. Renner I" - she coughed again - " I tried to swallow. See?" She tilted her head up and opened her mouth wide like she was at the doctor's office, sticking her tongue out. Deposits of white cream melted like butter on its surface and goopy loads of semen swilled at the base. She closed and swallowed again.
"That was good. You did fine Lisa." I patted her head. Remember to swallow fast, girls," I said, addressing the class breathlessly." If a cock's in your mouth, remember to feel for when it's about to cum and be ready.
"Yes Mr. Renner" they all singsonged in unison.
"Now then." I loosened the fist I had tangled in Lisa's hair and let her sit back. Beth had watched with fascination as her twin sister sucked my cock, using her own spit and his precum to work Jim up to a gentle fisting motion. Now she turned and kissed the tip of his shaft before taking it inside. Jim's legs twitched and he moaned from the glorious feeling of little 8-year-old lips wrapping around his tool, rapture on his face. I took over the lesson again. It helped to have just one of us go at a time, so the other could keep up the lecture.
"Ok," I wheezed, trying to see past the stars of my dwindling orgasm. "You can sit Lisa." She scooted back and rested her butt on the red cushion, one hand rubbing the knitted edges for comfort as kids liked to do while the other hand dived hungrily into her shorts.
"Let's have a small story time," I announced. "We'll go around the class starting with Sally. Sally, do you remember the first time you saw an erect cock?"
"Yes Mr. Renner!" Sally chirped, her voice winding up with enthusiasm. She could be quite the teacher's pet whenever I called on her, but that was just her energy showing.
"When I was 5 I saw our dog TJ had a thing between his legs that was all red. He was kind of whimpering and pushing against the couch. I thought he was hurt so I told my daddy, and he showed it to me and explained what it was for."
"That's good," I said, nodding in affirmation. "Did it seem a little confusing at first?"
"Yeah. Daddy pulled down his pants and showed me his, but he didn't look like TJ so I didn't get it. He put his cock in my mouth so I could taste it, then he let TJ put his in my mouth too. He tasted REALLY funny," the 6-year-old gushed. "All salty and gooey. Then he asked Jessica, my big sister, to come in and she tasted TJ's cock too and then Daddy had her lie down on the floor and let TJ fuck her. He was really rough and I thought maybe it hurt but Jessica told me how good it felt. That's when Daddy started fucking me along with Jessica every night"
At 5 she would have been due to start SOEF classes the next year, but the sooner a girl started her education, the better, as far as I was concerned. Curiosity left unsated was never good for a girl. At best, neglectful, and at worst, dangerous. Sally's Dad was a responsible father.
"What about you, Meredith?" I asked, turning to face the little brown-haired girl masturbating on her mat. "When was the first time you saw a hard cock?"
"I don't really remember - I was really little I guess," the 7-year-old recalled. "Mom and Dad always let me sleep with them because I was always scared that something in my closet would eat me. I didn't really know what they were doing when they were having sex. I thought Daddy's cock was like, hollow, or that it would deflate like a balloon if I touched it." She laughed at her own naievete. "Mom made me touch it so I could see that it was solid. I didn't really get it though until I started SOEF. I just knew Mom liked Daddy's thing a whole lot."
I nodded at Meredith as she finished. Sexual Orientation, Education, and Fulfillment was an essential part of every little girl's life - and mandatory now, thank goodness, thanks to the new law. It had silenced the cries of the last remaining holdouts. The explicit instruction had supplanted the role of Kindergarten - scholastic education being a fairly useless endeavor for girls at this age - and it continued and complemented their other curriculum until they were wed, impregnated, or graduated high school.
I took a moment to enjoy the sight of the brown-haired little nymph shivering on the cusp of orgasm on her blanket. She had sunk a second finger into the tight snatch between her legs, and the furious rubbing set her pelvis jerking and her knees knocking together as her climax raced through her. Her bare nipples hardened even more and flushed from pink to red, heralding the crimson that crept up her neck to her panting face. Gasping, her eyes fluttered as she collapsed back onto the blanket, squirming and moaning with delight.
The class's eyes were fixed on Jim, and I looked over to see how he was doing. Beth had wrapped her lips as far up the turgid rod of meat as she could go, and the tiny girl's head was held immobile by the large first locked around her braid in a white-knuckled grip. Her eyes batted as she looked up at Jim and her throat jerked, rapidly swallowing the spurts of rich cum flooding into her mouth. She almost made it, but a runner of backwashed semen brimmed over her lips at the very end and ran down her neck to drip gooey splotches on her pink blouse. Lisa smirked at her sister as Beth pulled off the drooping manhood with a defeated gasp.
"That was good sweetie. You're getting very good with your tongue. I love it." Jim caressed the smiling girl's ear and shoulder. "Don't worry about little spills. They can be just as fun. You can go sit with your sister now.
I took the moment to take stock of the class. The girls each lay on their mats and blankets in a half-circle arranged around me and Jim and the big desk, skirts and shirts pulled up and pants pushed down, revealing the sweet, nubile flesh of little bodies all between 6 and 9. They had all orgasmed at least once by now, I could tell, and most were reaching for their second. Lisa and Beth had been so wound up from cocksucking that they had barely touched their own cunts before their climaxes crashed over them. That was good. Nobody was holding back.
Except for the shy new girl, Emily. She was an adorable little thing, with auburn hair pulled back into twin ponytails and her blue-and-white tank top pulled up to her shoulders to reveal the smooth field of her chest. Her hands dug feverishly beneath the rim of her blue pants, and she had squirmed her way to a quiet orgasm earlier, but she hadn't spoken up yet. I shifted the next question to her.
"Well Emily? How about you?" I met the little girl's gaze, seeing her heavy lids and glazed eyes from another approaching orgasm. "When was the first time you saw a man's prick all nice and hard?"
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