Stacey and Mr Jones

(Teacher/student sexual relationship
)


1
MEETING STACEY

“All right, settle down now, let’s get started.”  Twenty-two wilfully awkward children looked up at me from behind cheap, grey, MDF desks, their expressions ranging from worried, through curious, to defiant. But they were my class, mine for the duration of this school year, and I wasn’t about to let the first lesson of class 1 get away from me.
Although I’d been teaching junior school for what felt like quite some time, the first lesson of the year in September always made me a little nervous. Experience had taught me that first impressions count for a lot. If I failed to establish a suitable relationship with a class from the first lesson, it became progressively harder later on. So what did I have to work with this year? Twelve girls, ten boys aged eight years old in Year Four. Those with early birthdays – and I’d had several whose ninth birthday was in the first week of school – tended to be noticeably more emotionally-mature as well as physically older than those who didn’t celebrate it until the following summer.  

I find that using the first lesson to begin to get to know the children was useful, so after introducing myself (“I’m Mr Jones, and I’ll be eating you – whoops, sorry, teaching you this year”; always raises a laugh with kids this young) I asked for each child to stand and introduce themselves to the class.  As well as helping to break the ice between children who, often, had never met before, it enables me to get some idea of the varying personalities I’d be at least attempting to mould between now and next July.

Some were so shy, it took considerable persuasion for them to open their mouth. Others wouldn’t shut up: “Callum, that’s all we need to know about your little brother’s eating habits, thank you very much.” Then it was the turn of a child whose impact on my life would be greater than almost any before her. 

“Umm… my name is Stacey Andrews… I’m eight-and-a-half, and I like going to Brownies.” 

She was a slight girl, seeming to be smaller than her actual height. But… “Oh no, not again,” I thought. My throat was dry, my heart beat faster… how could I be feeling this way over an eight-year-old girl? Around four feet tall, maybe ninety pounds, shoulder-length brunette hair, a round, moon-like face. The school’s strict uniform policy meant she looked both smart and sexy in her light-blue shirt, black sweater and pleated grey skirt down to her knees. I knew I would have to keep my mind on the class, not this achingly cute little girl.

Almost without my realising, she had sat down and several other pupils had said their pieces. The rest of that first lesson passed smoothly, though it took some effort of will to stop glancing over to the side of the classroom where Stacey sat. It felt like a schoolboy crush, though I was 38 years old. I was thirty years older than this girl, yet I had felt an instant attraction to her. What was I to do? There was nothing to do. 

I was her classroom teacher, she was my student, and that was it.

At break-time I dismissed the class for fifteen minutes’ play in the yard. As the children rushed past my desk, I couldn’t help but look for this girl. She didn’t really notice me, but I smiled at her anyway. I watched her leave the room, her skirt showing just a little of the outline of her behind. 

When the room was empty, I realised I had an erection. “Get a grip!” I told myself. Nothing could come of this, it’s just a pointless infatuation. But, just like with Selina a few years previously, I was falling for one of my pupils. Selina hadn’t allowed me more than some kissing and fondling in the store cupboard at the back of the classroom, and even that had taken weeks of working up to it. What was I going to do about Stacey? I remembered the taste of Selina’s small lips against mine, the smoothness of her bald vulva under her panties, and I knew that I’d regret not trying for this girl.

It wasn’t until I became I teacher in my mid-twenties that I came to accept the extent of my love for little girls, between about six and twelve years old, really up ‘til they got well into puberty. My marriage struggled on for a few years, but my wife eventually grew bored with my lack of sexual interest in her and we divorced when I was 31. Since then I’ve lived alone, moderately content with my daily contact with cute girls as part of my job. Oh, it is a real turn-on to spend so much time in close proximity to some of the most beautiful, erotic females around. Although I wasn’t confident enough to try to seduce any girl for at least the first couple of years teaching them, I would often go home with pictures in my head of sexy little girls in school uniform for a session of masturbation.

I started my teaching career at the age of twenty-five in a different school across town with a Year 6 class, and it was always a treat to see those ten/eleven year olds at the point just as some were entering puberty. There’d always be two or three girls who would start the year in September already wearing a bra, which I could just about see beneath their uniform blouse. Then by the following summer, at least half the girls would have enough breast development to need one, or they’d have persuaded their mum to get them a padded bra so they could look older and sexier, seemingly to be ready for secondary school in the autumn. 
In this school I’ve taught the Year 4 (age 8-9) class for the last four years, which sexually is my favourite age. It was quite normal for me to spot the most attractive girls on the first day of autumn term, but Stacey looked like she would be exceptional. 

Over the next few days, I tried to make her as comfortable with me as possible, without making it obvious I was giving her special treatment. When I was on morning break playground duty later that first week, I saw two girls giving Stacey a hard time over something. They were pointing at her and laughing, so I hurried over to find out what was going on. As I approached her, the girls saw me and ran off. Stacey looked miserable, close to tears. I knelt down next to her. “What did those girls do to you, Stacey?” I asked.

She looked at me, clearly glad that someone cared. “They said my shoes weren’t cool ‘cos they aren’t like theirs. It isn’t my fault if my mum can’t afford to buy me stuff, is it sir?”
I felt deeply sorry that this lovely little child should be suffering. “No, of course not, Stacey, those girls were being nasty and cruel to you. Now, I’ll sort this out for you and make sure they don’t do it again. If anything like this happens again, Stacey, make sure you come to see me, all right?”

She looked much happier as I gave her a tissue to wipe her face. “I will sir, thanks, you’re really nice!” Her smile made me feel good for the rest of the week. I did what I’d promised and had a word with the class teacher of the two bullies, and as far as I know they never bothered Stacey again.


2
TAKING STACEY HOME

The following week, I think it was Tuesday, I’d let the class go at the end of another tiring day and was marking some work. I enjoyed the peace of the empty room, such a contrast to the daily hubbub. I looked up from my desk to see Stacey standing in front of me, looking worried. “Hello Stacey,” I said. “Shouldn’t you be home by now? It’s three thirty.”
She looked at me, on the verge of tears. “My mum hasn’t picked me up, she’s always there by now, I dunno what to do.” The girl looked irresistibly cute, standing there in her uniform, needing me to solve her problem. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her gently. Instead, I told her to bring a chair next to me at my desk. 

Her mum’s phone number was in the class register, so I called Mrs Andrews on the work number. It turned out she was a nurse in the local hospital. After some delay, she came to the phone, sounding harried and apologetic. I explained that her daughter was safe with me in the classroom, and what did she want me to do? Mrs A said she’d been delayed by an urgent case and would get there as soon as possible. Never being one to miss a chance, I offered to take Stacey home and wait with her until her mum arrived. “Would you?” she replied eagerly. “It’s not a problem, Mrs Andrews,” I told her sincerely. “Stacey is always a pleasure to look after,” which was truer than her mother could know. Any time spent alone with this child was to be treasured.

I told Stacey the plan, which caused her to grin at me. “OK sir, I’ll show you where I live.”  As we walked to my car outside, Stacey burbled happily to me about how glad she was that I was taking her home. Her obvious happiness in being with me made me feel something similar towards her, though for different reasons.

The drive to her house was not long, but I couldn’t help but glance at my beautiful little passenger in the seat next to me, her slim legs not well covered by the pleated grey skirt. All I could think of was what lay under that skirt, and how much I wanted to touch her there. What style of knickers were covering her little cunt, what colour they were, what it would be like to gently slip my fingers up that skirt and under those panties… My reveries were ended by our arrival. Stacey lived in a pleasant, tree-lined street of semi-detached houses, each with its own small front garden. She had her key ready and we walked in. The house was quiet and smelled clean, well-looked-after.

Stacey immediately bounded up the stairs, telling me to “Come and look at my room!” I didn’t need a second invitation. She had a fair-sized room, painted pale pink with some kind of pony theme. I told her how nice I thought it was, then she responded with “Turn round, don’t peek while I get changed.” Oh, that was difficult, but I had no choice. Shortly after, she let me look again and she was in jeans and t-shirt. “These are new jeans, I got them last Saturday, do I look nice, sir?” she asked, twirling round to show me.  “Ummm, yess, you look really pretty,” I replied, more honestly than she could know. “But I thought you looked just as good in your uniform at school.” 

She looked thoughtful at this. “Do you think I’m pretty, sir?”

“Definitely, you are really nice to look at. Don’t you have a boyfriend to tell you that?”

Stacey blushed. “No, my mum says I’m too little, but I don’t think I am. It’d be nice to have someone tell me nice things like if I’m pretty and that.”

I could feel my heart racing as I said, “Well I don’t know if you’d want me as a boyfriend because I’m much too ancient, but I do think you are a very pretty girl, I thought that the first day you came into my classroom.” Had I said too much?

She giggled. “You’re funny, but you’re nice as well, you can be my boyfriend if you want.” That didn’t take her long to decide.
“I’d like that, though we can’t tell anyone else, it’d have to be our secret, not your mum or your friends.” I looked at her with a serious expression, to show her how important this was. She nodded, her face set. “OK, it’s just us, it’ll be funny to be in class at school knowing you’re my boyfriend.”

I was excited and aroused at Stacey’s interest in me, so I said, “Yeah, but it’ll be good funny!” Stacey looked pleased at my willingness to be her boyfriend, though no doubt she had little idea of what it meant. Probably she thought we’d tell each other secrets and laugh a lot. Well, that’s part of it. As I sat on the bed next to her, I could feel my stiff cock pressing against my trousers. This little girl turned me on so much, but I knew I could proceed only very slowly and carefully to avoid frightening her. “Do you know what being girlfriend and boyfriend means?”

“Yeah, my friends at school talk about it all the time. It’s, like, kissing and holding hands and stuff.” 

“That’s right, it is, though there’s a lot more as well. Have you kissed a boy before?”

“Once I did, but it was only quick, it was Simon in Year 6 last year when he got me behind the toilet block. I said he could kiss me and he said lotsa dirty things and he put his hand under my skirt, it was nice but I didn’t really like him that much.” I knew who the boy was, he’d left for secondary school in the summer. Clearly he liked them young too, as he’d have been eleven when Stacey was, what? Seven?

“Hmmm… do you want to see if I can do better?” God, I hoped she’d say yes. I could never tell if a little girl was serious about sex, or if she just wanted to play games. To my relief, she responded, “OK, if you want to.”

The next few minutes were, honestly, the most arousing of my life so far. I kissed her closed-mouth to start with, then gradually showed her how to relax and kiss properly, open mouthed. It took a while for her to get it, as she couldn’t see how to turn her head so that our mouths came together, but after about ten minutes I had my arms around her back and we were kissing like adult lovers, even though her mouth was so much smaller than mine. Her lips felt soft and sexy, it was hard to believe this was an eight-year-old I was kissing. 

“Oh Stacey, you are really lovely,” I told her softly. She looked happily at me. “Did I do it right, sir? I like kissing, it feels really good.” 

“Yes, you did it really right. I’m not Sir when we’re alone, I’m Jon, short for Jonathan, OK?” 

“OK,” she replied. “I’ll try and remember, Jon! Oh, Jon, that’s nice, I like calling you that.”

We kissed some more, my arms around her slim little body, and then I showed her French kissing. To start with she thought it was yucky, but then she got into it, in fact she seemed to think it was a lot of fun. To feel her small childish tongue inside my mouth whilst my tongue was licking in her mouth, oh, that was heavenly. She was moaning quietly, just a little, which I hoped indicated her enjoyment of our kissing. Suddenly Stacey pulled away. “That’s my mum, she’s back, we’ve gotta go downstairs!” 

Luckily for me it took Mrs Andrews a minute or two before she was in the house, which gave us time to rush down to the living room and pretend to be sitting quietly for her. She was in her mid-thirties, still in her nursing uniform, and very pleased that I’d helped her with her child care. Not a problem, I told her, Stacey is a good girl and easy to look after. Any time in future you need me to mind her, I can do so, I’ve always got marking to do.  Mrs Andrews – Christina, actually – looked pleased. The father had disappeared from their lives not long after Stacey was born, and she was finding it hard to combine her job with her daughter’s needs. So my offer was gratefully received, as Christina worked late twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays until 6. Could I look after her after school on those days? How much would I need paying? As my answers were Yes and Nothing Of Course, the deal was sealed.


3
GETTING TO KNOW HER BETTER

The next two days at school, I tried hard not to show that Stacey was any more valued than the rest of her class, which was not easy. Right through the day I was remembering how she looked in her jeans and t-shirt, the feel of her little tongue in my mouth. Plus she looked seriously attractive in her uniform whenever she walked around the classroom, her bare legs covered by the knee-length pleated skirt, just inviting me to lift it to gaze on her panty-covered vulva.

Anyway, by the time the final lesson ended on Thursday I was more than ready to take Stacey home. As soon as the classroom was empty, she was standing by my desk asking if we could go home. How sweet and innocent she was, just then, all her eight years of experience giving her little idea of the sexual pleasure I longed to give her. I found myself thinking that I could fall in love with this little girl, with her adorable young body, who after just a short time in my class was proving to be the most important person in my life. 

As we drove to her house, Stacey was fully of chatter, telling me about the lessons she enjoyed (mine) and the ones she hadn’t (PE, for example). I was just pleased to be alone with her for the next couple of hours. Once inside, she again invited me up the stairs to her room. This time, however, she didn’t tell me not to look as she changed (in fact she told me “You can look if you want to, it’s OK”), so I was able to watch her slip off her skirt and her blouse so that she was only in panties and socks. I was intensely aroused by this, though Stacey was more interested in asking me what she should put on. I suggested another skirt and blouse combination which showed off her legs better than the school skirt, and I told her why, which made her blush once again. It was obvious that Stacey liked being told she has a nice body, so I made a mental note to keep doing it. 

Once she’d dressed, we sat back on her little bed. Stacey wanted to try kissing again, so we began with that. She hadn’t forgotten anything I’d taught her, and soon she had her tongue back in my mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as we kissed, causing her to shiver with delight, and she tried the same to me, giving me goose-pimples down my back. Thinking that whatever young Simon could do last year was OK, I let my hand rest on her knee, just at the edge of her skirt. Stacey stopped kissing me and said, “If you want to touch me under there, that’s all right. My mum says I should never let a strange man touch me between my legs, but you can, ‘cos you’re my boyfriend.” 

She smiled contentedly as I slowly moved my hand under her skirt to her thigh. I felt the warmth of her young vulva through her panties and lifted her skirt so I could enjoy looking at them better. They were lightly patterned, pink hearts on white cotton, and I could clearly see the outline of her labia, the lips of her vagina, beneath the thin material. Feeling more aroused than I thought I could ever be, I gently pulled Stacey back so she was lying on the bed, then slid my fingers down and under her panties. Her vaginal area felt warm and moist as I explored all around it, feeling her tiny clit at the top, which caused my little lover to gasp and giggle. “Don’t worry, you’ll get lovely feelings when I touch you there, darling,” I reassured her. “Mmmmm, it feels really nice and yummy, Jon,” she replied, her eyes half-closed. 

“Is it OK if I take your knickers off, Stacey?” I asked. “Oh, yeah, that’s OK, if you want to,” she told me, looking pleased at the attention I was giving her. So I boldly used both hands to slide them down her hips as she lifted her bum to help, then over her feet and off. To me, there is no more erotic sight than that of a little girl’s vagina, her tiny clit, this child’s sex as yet untouched by anyone older than an eleven-year-old boy.  

“You have a beautiful body, Stacey,” I told her.

“I like you too, Jon,” she replied, clearly unsure how to respond in this sexual situation. “If you want to touch me down there, you can, I don’t mind.”

Her little clit almost invited me to stroke it. I parted her slender thighs and as I gently touched her clit, Stacey giggled and gasped, “Ooooh, that feels funny, but nice, keep doing it!” It didn’t take long before she was moaning in what might have been her first orgasm. Before she had stopped, I leaned between her legs to kiss and lick her, causing her to writhe in childish pleasure. “Mmmm, mmmmm, that’s yummy, ooooh, yummy…” I was thrilled to be able to bring Stacey to climax, my eight-year-old girlfriend clearly enjoying my attempts.
Pulling away, I sat on the floor beside the bed. “Did you like that, Stacey?”

“Oh yesssss!” she told me, her eyes shining with glee. “That was really yummy, I didn’t know it felt so good down there.”

After taking off Stacey’s blouse to reveal her oh-so-sexy flat, childish chest and tiny pink nipples, I explained something of sex and self-pleasure to her. Stacey’s eyes were wide as she eagerly took in these interesting new ideas. She didn’t need much instruction before she was stroking herself next me whilst I touched her flat chest and little nipples, Stacey closing her eyes to enjoy the feelings of another orgasm rippling through her childish, hairless body. Oh, that was something to see, this child with her right hand over her clitoris, gasping with arousal as she brought herself off. I could see her vagina was becoming wet with juices from her orgasms.

By now, of course, I was tremendously aroused. When I asked Stacey if she wanted to see my penis, she was agog with curiosity, particularly as she told me she’d never seen an adult penis, and certainly not an erect one. I let her undo my trousers and slide them off, my stiff prick jutting out under my boxer shorts. I knelt on her bed and guided Stacey’s small hands to fondle my cock through the shorts, which felt heavenly. But she was keen to take them off, saying “It’s only fair, you took my knickers off!” I wasn’t about to stop her. 

Her eyes were once again wide with curiosity when she looked at my erect penis with its surrounding nest of black hair. I showed her how to fondle my balls and stroke my cock, explaining some of the mysteries of sexual intercourse and what happens when a man climaxes. Soon she had her hand on my penis, rather clumsily rubbing me in her childish way. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, so I asked her to lie on the bed whilst I straddled her. As she grasped my stiff cock and masturbated me, I reached down and stroked her little pink nipples, pleasure for us both. Soon I was coming, my cock spurting on to little Stacey’s flat chest, even a little on her face, as I enjoyed the thrill of this child’s hand on my cock. She was a little shocked, but giggled, telling me “Oh! It’s all warm and sticky!”

After cleaning ourselves up, we went downstairs and kissed and cuddled on the sofa for a while. It was amazing to hold this small child in my arms, stroke her face and kiss her deeply. All too soon it was after six and we had to be ready for her mum’s return. Once again I told Christina that Stacey had been no bother, and that with all my marking to do I’d been very busy. She seemed very pleased that this new arrangement was working out so well. So was I.


4
THE AFFAIR DEEPENS

Teaching my class was becoming increasingly difficult, given my deep infatuation with this pupil. I was almost constantly glancing over to Stacey and remembering her naked little body, the taste of her cunt, the feel of her hand on my penis. But I had no choice and made the best of it. Stacey was her usual self, playing with her friends during breaks and lunchtimes and (I earnestly hoped) not letting on that she and her teacher had become lovers.

Over that weekend, I realised that I was deeply attracted to Stacey, though it felt very different to a fully-fledged adult romance. This was plainly based around my lust for her delectable little child’s body, and her wish to explore the forbidden, exciting new world of sex with a nice grown-up. But what was wrong with that? We were both happy with each other and, although it couldn’t be a long-term relationship, we’d enjoy it while it lasted.

By the following Tuesday, when I was due to look after Stacey again, I was longing to be with her. The many smiles and glances we’d exchanged during – and between – lessons earlier in the day showed that we were both wanting to spend this time together. As I drove the little girl home, I daringly placed my hand on her bare right leg. Stacey responded by parting her legs, lifting her skirt and moving my hand up to her warm thigh. Oh, what a slutty child she was becoming, and how I adored it! Clearly, last week’s lovemaking hadn’t put her off any.

As soon as we were in her empty house and had shut the door, I dropped my bag, knelt down to her and kissed her. Stacey was ready for this, her small tongue pushing into my willing mouth. I slipped my right hand up her skirt and under her knickers, to fondle her tight little bum. “Oh, Mr Jones… sorry, Jon… that’s nice, I like you feeling me there,” she whispered to me as she pulled her mouth from me for a breath. I liked feeling her there too, her childish bottom far cuter than any adult’s.
I picked her up and carried her into the living room, placing her gently on the sofa. She let me undress her, so I could delight in undoing her blouse, to show me her flat little chest. There is little sexier than a small girl’s chest, much more arousing than the breasts of an adult woman. To gaze on Stacey’s pink little nipples was highly exciting, so I kissed and sucked each one in turn, causing her to gasp and giggle with this new pleasure. “Do you like me even though I don’t have boobies yet, Jon?” she asked me unexpectedly. “Of course I do!” I assured her. “In fact, I think you’re much prettier than any grown up woman I know, and I like your nipples very much.” This clearly gave Stacey great satisfaction and she grinned at me.

She helped me as I completely undressed her, then she demanded to do the same for me. When she had taken off my shirt, she ran her little fingers through the hair on my chest. “Ooh, that’s furry, it’s nice!” she said. 
“Is that the first time you’ve touched a grown-up man’s chest?” I asked her. 

“Ummm, yeah, but I’ve seen lots at the pool and the beach, I always wanted to see what it felt like.” I let her play with my chest a while, showing her how to stroke my nipples, which was electrifying for me. My stiff penis was pushing against my trousers, and Stacey could see. I stood up and she took down my trousers, then my boxers and socks, so that we were both completely naked. I felt like laying her back and thrusting my desperately willing prick into her tiny vagina, but I knew today was too soon, such a small child needed several more sessions before she was ready for intercourse. So that day I restricted myself to oral pleasure, after Stacey had enjoyed playing with herself whilst I watched and encouraged her. She found that, after she’d made herself come once, pushing three fingers of her left hand up her vagina was immensely arousing and helped her come a second time with her right hand. Then it was my turn to bring her to orgasm as I parted her slender thighs and licked her warm, moist, hairless vulva. Her clitoris was quite prominent, showing the little girl’s arousal, and it took only a little action from my tongue to make her come, her small body arching in ecstasy, Stacey gasping “Mmmmmm, oooohhhh, yummmmmy…” as she climaxed.

Stacey was a willing pupil, and was very interested in sucking me off when I explained that I liked it. So I stood by the bed, Stacey sitting in front of me, and I showed her how to take me into her mouth. Oh, that felt good, and it was intensely arousing to watch this eight-year-old child lick and suck my stiff penis, both hands around the shaft. She could get only half of it in her mouth, but it took only a short time before she understood how to suck hard on the tip, and soon I had an orgasm, my semen gushing into Stacey’s mouth and overflowing down her chin. Although she had some idea of what would happen, it was still quite a surprise to taste it in her mouth, but she gamely did her best to swallow all she could. I used a tissue to wipe my semen off her face, then kissed her with passion, tasting the faint remains of my cum on her lips.

I dressed and followed Stacey upstairs to her room. She was really pleased at having made me come, and kept asking me if she had done it right. I told her she was an expert, so far as I was concerned. Then she wanted me to choose what she should wear, just like the previous time. I chose just jeans and t-shirt, there not being a large choice in her wardrobe. But the jeans showed off her shapely little bum nicely, so we were both happy. Stacey, naturally, couldn’t understand why I liked her body, as it was so slim and boyish to her, she wanted to be older with breasts and “proper hips” as she put it. I told her that I liked her as she was, that she was very attractive to me and most likely to lots of other men (I’m sure that’s true!) which made her giggle and blush.


5
MAKING LOVE

Over the next couple of weeks, I spent two afternoons each week “looking after Stacey” which gave me ample time to prepare her for intercourse. After I’d explained it to her, she was eager to try it right away, but I didn’t want to hurt her more than necessary, so each time we were together, I opened her virgin vagina up a little more. We started with my finger, then used Vaseline and larger objects like a carrot which was what broke her hymen one afternoon. Stacey squealed with pain, but it was only momentary. When I took it out, it was bloody, and I had to wipe around her vagina for a few minutes until she stopped bleeding. I did not want any trace of blood on the bed, for her mother to find. But then it was done and she was ready. I waited until our next time before attempting intercourse with her, to allow her vagina to recover. 

Stacey was clearly excited that I’d be “making her a woman” as some like to think of first intercourse, although to me it was simply another means to make love to my darling little girl. We’d discussed on previous days what position she wanted to use for this first time, and decided she should straddle me whilst I sat on the edge of the bed, so she could control how much I entered her. That afternoon was intensely exciting, this little eight-year-old girl who just a few minutes previously had been one of my first-year junior school class, was now naked with me, holding herself gingerly over my stiff prick which was pointing at her little vagina.

Gently she lowered herself so that the tip of my penis was just into her vagina, I could feel the warmth of her around it, then she slowly let more of me into her until I was deep inside. For a couple of minutes I just held it in her, to let Stacey’s body get used to my adult penis in her. After all, despite her wish to be grown-up as soon as possible, she was still physically a small child and had never felt an adult’s penis inside her. 

Then we began carefully moving together, Stacey bobbing slowly up and down on me. “Oh, that feels nice, Jon!” she told me, smiling in relief. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” Well, I was liking it more and more, her undeveloped cunt naturally very tight and stimulating me immensely. I had my hands around her narrow, boyish hips as I thrust in and out more quickly, the delicious movement stimulating me intensely, and soon I was coming into her, filling her little vulva with my semen. I wasn’t worried about using a condom with Stacey, as I knew I was free of any diseases and she was still too young to get pregnant. Perhaps in a year or two any boyfriend would have to use one, but not yet.

After we finished I asked her if her mum still helped her wash herself, as I was concerned that there’d be evidence of our fucking if her mother washed Stacey’s vagina. Stacey looked rather insulted and told me of course not, she was a big girl and took showers on her own. I apologised for asking and explained why, which made her feel better. 

Although that first fuck wasn’t an amazing experience for either of us, we were both pleased to have done it. We felt more comfortable with each other, and the next time it was more like making love to a grown woman, as Stacey was getting to know what she liked to do. We went straight to her room and sat on the bed. I sat her on my knee and began kissing her, my hands busy under her school skirt, fondling her thighs and bottom. She was happy for me to touch her under her panties, which I loved to do, lightly feeling her tiny, little-girly slit with the clit just touchable between. Then I took off the panties, allowing me to stroke her hairless cunt properly and bring her off within a short time.

It wasn’t long before we were once again naked together. I asked Stacey if she wanted to try me fucking her with me on top, to which she nodded OK.  It seemed she liked me to use “dirty” language, as it made her feel much more grown up. So I parted her thighs and moved between. Stacey helped me guide my stiff penis into the entrance to her vagina, which wasn’t easy, as she was so much shorter than me (I think she was about 3’ 11” (118cm) then). I had to support myself on my elbows to avoid crushing little Stacey, but eventually we got it right and I could begin fucking her properly. It felt soooo good to look down and see this little girl with her legs apart, my pubic hair close up to her hairless, childish cunt, both of us enjoying the feel of our fucking. As I pushed into her, I told her she was the loveliest girl I’d ever known (which was completely true). Stacey tried to match my movements with her hips, oh it was erotic to see this inexperienced eight-year-old child doing her best to make love to me. It didn’t take long until I could feel my climax building, I cried out “Stacey!” and came, once more filling her cunt with my semen.

I continued to spend these times with Stacey for the next few months, although we didn’t always make love. I could never forget how young she was, which made her attractive to me but meant she had the fickleness of children, not the romantic longings of adults. So she often just wanted to play or even do her homework. I’d sit next to her and stroke her face, her back, her legs, which was deeply erotic for me, and I’d leave with a stiff penis. Her mother never seemed to suspect a thing, I think she was just glad to have someone to take Stacey off her hands for a while.
When the next summer came round, Stacey left my class and I didn’t have a great deal of contact with her over the next two years she was in the school, apart from seeing her in the school playground, where she’d always say hello, wave and so on. Sometimes she’d drop into my classroom on a lunchtime for a chat. 

On one occasion when she’d have been nine or ten years old she told me that she had a new boyfriend, who was, apparently, a man who’d come to a party at her house given by her mum. It seemed that she’d sat on his knee and felt his cock go hard under her bottom, which made her realise that he fancied her, so she’d found a way to get him into her mum’s bedroom. He’d then stroked her hair and kissed her cheek, not realising that she was already sexually experienced and aware of his interest in her, and it had given him a shock when she put her hand on his crotch to fondle his “stiffy” as she called it. But that was all she told me.

This experience gave me the confidence to try for other little girls I taught (plus the child of the neighbours two doors down the street), but that’s a story for another time.
