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"Miss Sparks," she started, "as principal of this school I feel it is my duty to point out to you that the children here are very young and at a very impressionable age. While the boys here are quite young, they cannot help but notice your… Well… a looser blouse and a sturdier form of material in your brassieres might make them concentrate on their athletic endeavors a little more and on your… a little less."

Christy was shocked. She never thought of her gym outfit as being brief, but as she was made aware of it, she could feel the cheeks of her ass below the bottom of her gym shorts. She couldn't see anything wrong with wearing a tight tee shirt. It gave her more freedom of movement. She couldn't help it if her breasts were so large. Everyone wears the natural look now!

"I'm sorry, Miss Harding. I just wasn't aware I was causing such a distraction. I'll wear something more conservative tomorrow." Christy turned and walked away from the woman.

"Oh, Miss Sparks," the older woman called, "Miss Messina will not be in today, so you will be taking care of the sixth graders yourself."

"No problem," the young girl replied as she hurried to the gymnasium. Inside, the girl kept mulling over what her superior had said to her. So they were concentrating on her tits. She had noticed some of the boys watching her out of the corners of their eyes. She remembered one of the bigger boys… what was his name… how could she forget. She smiled as she remembered his name, Peter!

He was trying to cover his hard-on when he saw her look at him. She didn't realize eleven-year-old boys even got erections. She thought at the time that it would be an easy name to remember. Hard-on equals Peter. The thought of the little boy with the hard cock made her own cunt twitch a little as she entered the gymnasium. The thought of playing with little boy's peters had always intrigued her. She always had the urge to lass the marble cherubs she saw at the museums. Kiss them right on their cute little cocks.

It was a sunny day, so the children were outside during the gym hour. Christy remembered it was a hot afternoon and the last class of the day. She was in sort of a reverie. Nothing important was happening and her mind was occupied with how to fight off her date's probing hands when she got into his car.

"Oh, well," she thought, "I don't mind him playing with my tits if he'd only keep that big ugly thing in his pants. Every young girl has to go through the tit-squeezing bit"

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the children. The sound came from the boy's baseball game and the young teacher ran to the diamond.

"It's Peter," one of the little boys shouted at her. "He's been hit right in the ba… stomach."

Christy pushed her way through the children that were crowding around the injured boy. She recognized it as the boy with the problem hard-on. Peter had been struck in the groin by a hard-hit ball.

The teacher loosened the boy's belt and opened the top of his pants. The boy was unconscious. Christy couldn't help but remember how quick her decision was. She told two of the bigger boys to grab his legs as she grabbed him under the arms and carried him into the gym office. When the boy was comfortable on the couch, she ushered the two boys out the door. Once alone, she made sure the boy was still unconscious. Then, she carefully felt for his penis. She could clearly feel its outline through his pants. She had to play with it! She went outside, gathered the children together and assembled them into a group.

She recalled clearly how calm and assuring she must have seemed to the children. When she dismissed them, they all went running wildly to their lockers without a thought of their injured comrade. Christy was dazed. She was in a trance; this person who was talking to the children so calmly outwardly was quivering inside. She felt her nipples harden under her bra as she thought of the boy on the cot. She kept seeing him trying to cover his beautiful hard-on. How funny she thought to herself. She never thought of a cock as anything but ugly before. Now, as she rushed back to the office, she could see herself unzipping his pants and pulling open the fly to his underwear. She wondered if little boys wore jockey shorts.

Christy checked the hallway to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed, but she had little to worry about. The school day was over and everyone was rushing to leave the building. Quietly, she opened the door and slipped inside. The boy was awake, but lying still on the cot. Christy walked over to his side and smiled down at him. The girl touched the boy's cheek.

"How are you feeling, Peter?"

"I'm okay, but I hurt… down there." The boy struggled to get up, but the teacher restrained him.

"Hey, you were hurt pretty bad. I'm going to have to check to see just how bad. You just he back and relax. Now don't be embarrassed by what I'm doing," she told the boy as she pulled his pants down below his knees. Christy could feel the juices of her cunt run down her leg as she saw the outline of the boy's prick under his jockey shorts. He wasn't hurt very bad… she could tell because his cock was already stiffening. It was so cute, she had to fight back the impulse to reach for it. The boy self-consciously put his hand over his jutting little joint.

"Don't be embarrassed, Peter. Teachers are used to this sort of thing. It's all right if it gets big because I can examine it better. This is very serious, so you must cooperate."

The boy looked up at the pretty face of the teacher, "But I'm embar… I feel funny."

Christy looked into the child's confused eyes. Then, she reached out and closed them with her hand.

"You keep your eyes closed. Closed tight and you won't be bothered by all this," With one swift movement, she pulled the jockey shorts down to the boy's knees.

She checked to see if the boy's eyes were still closed. She almost laughed. He had pulled his eye lids so close together, his whole face was kind of all squished together! Then she saw it. His little cock looked brand new. She said to herself, I'll bet he's never even jacked off." The cute penis was so stiff it was bouncing. It was just beautiful! She had to fight back the impulse to grab the darling cock. She touched the boy just below the belly button. He winced.

"Did that hurt?"

"No."

She moved her hand to just above his left testicle.

"How about here?"

"No."

Carefully, with just two fingers, she touched the boy's erect cock and pulled it to the side. The boy squirmed and closed his eyelids even tighter. The girl touched the boy with the other hand just behind his cock on his belly.

Ts that sore?"

The girl now encircled the entire erect shaft with vher hand.

The problem may be right here." Slowly she skinned back the head of the boy's foreskin. The shaft glistened with the slimy secretion oozing out of the head.

"It does feel funny there," the boy cautiously ventured.

"How does it feel when I do this?" the girl asked as she stroked the swollen cock a few times. "I don't know."

"Sometimes it takes a while to tell." There was no denying the boy was playing a game, as she continued stroking the ever-hardening cock. Christy's free hand slipped inside her shorts and her prying fingers bore through the cunt hairs straight to the slit. She was amazed at all the cunt juice. Her fingers dug themselves into her burning pussy. The boy was now arching his back to get fuller strokes out of the marvelous hands of his teacher. Christy watched the prick slipping up and down in her clenched fist. If she could only suck it!

"How does it feel now, Peter?"

"It feel so good. Sooo good."

"Maybe we better stop then if you're feeling all right?" she teased the boy.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop!" The boy reached out to touch the woman.

"Keep your eyes closed, Peter," Christy ordered as she spread the boy's legs apart wider and reached for the tight little testicles.