Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2011 12:53:34 +0100
From: stuart slater <slaters@rock.com>
Subject: The End of 'No Touch' For Schools - Part Five

The End of "No Touch" For Schools
Part Five
By Stuart Slater (slaters@rock.com)

Finally my cock was going to get the payoff I'd been promising it, the
chance to find out what an 11 year old boy felt like to fuck. While Andy
stood naked at my desk I fetched a bottle of mineral oil from the craft
cupboard. No amount of saliva was going to make his virgin asshole loose
enough to penetrate and with my pounding dick hugely erect, I knew busting
his cherry was going to take some work.

I sat on my chair next to him and put my hand on his back to lean him
forward. He put his hands on my desk to steady himself and in that position
his chubby, well spanked backside was nicely presented to me.

"Feet further apart."

He did it, splitting those gloriously smooth globes slightly and opening up
his buttocks. I moved my chair in closer to him so he was between my legs
and I opened up the bottle of thick, clear oil, tipping it so a thin stream
dribbled from the middle of his back over the outward curve of his tail end
into the crack of his behind.

Once enough oil had poured to drip from his buttocks and form a small
puddle on the floor I put the bottle down and squeezed my index finger
between Andy's buttcheeks to assess whether the slippy liquid had reached
his little ring.

I could feel that tiny fissure slick with thick, slippery lubricant and I
rubbed it in. The head of my cock throbbed to be where the pad of my finger
was pushing, but I took the time to really coat that baby shithole with as
much sloppy oil as I could. Right at the knotted centre of his orifice and
all around it.  Andy rose up further on the balls of his feet as he felt
the steady pressure I was kneading against his immaculate little snatch.

His slightly muscled legs showed evidence of all the football and running
games he'd enjoyed at playtime. I loved their smooth, hairless shape as
they led my eyes up to the junior globes of his backside and the sight of
my hand invading that perfect crack to grease up his twat.

He was too small to fuck standing up. Once I was sure he'd had as much oil
as I could get onto him I pushed my chair back and up-ended the bottle over
my own dick to feel the heavy fluid rolling over my knob and down my
shaft. Well coated, it glistened in the light, primed now to force its way
inside my pupil's pussy.

I sat up straight with my spine hard against the back of my chair, my legs
well apart, feet firmly planted on the floor.

"Turn round. Come here to me, please."

Andy moved from my desk and faced me so that once again I could take my
fill of seeing his familiar little face accompanied by the much less
familiar sight of his naked prepubescent body. I lightly worked the
dribbling oil up and down my organ, covering every angry inch as I fed my
desire on seeing the broken secret of his half-formed sex organs, child's
belly, pretty pink nipples and the lovely curves and angles of his young
foal's nude form.

I reached forward and took him by his hips, pulling then heaving him up,
lifting him onto my knee but keeping my knees between his legs so each went
either side of my thighs.

His vice tight asshole was oiled, my rigid prick was oiled; the logical
thing was to put them together. I crushed him against me, my arms right
round him as my heart pounded at the knowledge that I was really going to
do it, really going to fuck this lad.

I knew his fresh sexy smell now and I felt my dick leak as I breathed it
in, his face buried in the hair of my chest. What he was feeling, as the
brutal reality of my rock-hard dick dug into his guts I couldn't guess. I'd
be a teacher he'd remember, that was certain. Every day from now on he'd
know he'd had his virginity taken from him before he'd even had a chance to
use it. I'd have him in a way that would never leave him. He could get
married, get promoted, win influence in the world, but it would be me who
had first sampled every sexual pleasure he was capable of giving, and at an
age when he had no awareness of what it meant. No matter what else they
did, I'd always vote for the new government for giving teachers the lawful
power to take a boy like this.

I slid myself slightly forwards in my chair and lifted Andy further up my
body. We came face to face and I put my mouth against his as I squeezed my
hand between us to bend my fiercely erect penis down so I could get it
under him. As I levered that fat wet weapon into place its unsheathed head
pressed first against Andy's soft stomach and then hard up against his
genitals.

I could feel my balls ache as I pushed it down further until I could
crowbar it under his soft nutsack where it finally popped out between his
legs. He was now sitting on the shaft of my erection, its veiny rigidity
wedged between his butt so it was rubbing right against the deeply oiled
cleft where his fuck slot sat. Just having him riding me with his greased
up crack would soon have brought me off but I was determined to put some
spunk inside him, to get him properly fucked.

As I became more heated up, more forceful, his mouth opened and I was
sucking on his tongue again. The magic taste of a kid's sweet mouth. If his
mother asked what he'd learned at school he could definitely lay claim to
adult sexual kissing, but I would take him further, he'd also have taken a
lesson in how it felt to have anal sex.

If the end of sodomising an eleven year old felt as good as starting, I was
well on the path to the most intense fuck of all my days. Having cranked my
painful hard-on downwards, now I reached around Andy and began to push it
back to the vertical, lifting him once again so his mouth left mine as he
was forced upwards.

"I want you with your feet lifted up so they're on the chair."

With a little guidance and wrangling I got him squatting over me, a
position of maximum danger with his slippy hole directly on top of - and
pressing down hard on - the juiced up spear of my prick. I no longer had to
hold my tool in place, with enough patience and pressure nature would
inevitably take its course and my erection would end up inside him.  I
curled my arms around him and began the process of bringing him more and
more firmly down on top of it. I watched his face closely, his chin dipped
as that big burning knob bored harder and harder into the locked gateway of
his fuck chute. I was determined not to give him any further direction, he
would have to find the way to take a grown up's desire to penetrate him in
his own style, but as I continued to increase pressure on his shoulders and
hips downwards I could feel his knees rising further towards my armpits and
I knew he'd surely get the muscles right to let me in.

He groaned and sobbed as suddenly something at the head of my prick changed
and I felt that tiny opening give then stretch to part around my
helmet. Without releasing the hold I had on him, still putting a lot of
strength into pushing him onto me, I kissed his face, covering his burning
cheeks and grimacing mouth in little tokens of my gratitude.

He was panting but I didn't relent even slightly, he was going to take my
penis no matter what it cost. Loving even now the feeling of having him, I
went on bringing him further and further towards taking more of my
length. I leaned forwards so that he was forced backwards and harder down
onto my cock. His feet slipped from under him and his doubled up legs were
suddenly no longer beside me but sticking straight out past me so that
briefly I had to hold him up rather than push him down.

But it was very briefly: I knew from long years of experience how kids gave
up when adults drew back and I wasn't taking that from Smith. Nothing now
stood in the way of me having the full length of my erection inside Andy
except my own reservations about hurting him permanently. Like a gymnastics
coach I depended on the innate flexibility of an eleven year old and paid
no regard to what he himself believed were the limits of his body.

My bell-end held tightly by that twitching ring, I wrapped my arms ever
more closely around him and reaching for his shoulders used my full might
to get him further down on top of my cock. And the pain was not
one-sided. His anus squeezed around my penis, a fiercely protesting slit it
was. It resisted me by inflicting all its elasticity inwards pinging about
my bellend, like the smallest most unyielding rubber band at the bottom of
the box. But for all it's might it had only 11 years of growth, my cock had
35. And while Andy was only afraid and unsure of what was happening, I was
sexually experienced and driven by a steadily mounting drive to put my
sperm inside his tummy.

We both moaned and I loved to hear Smith making his first sex noises as the
huge tulip-shaped head of my organ gained further advantage against his
protesting ringpiece. My foreskin felt like it would tear as it was
stretched back by the sleeve of his chute beginning to stretch around my
uncovered knob. His 11-year-old body juddered further down onto my
cock. With all my determination it was a penetration that advanced by
fractions of an inch, but as the moments passed, as Andy sweated over
taking it, as I drove on towards my goal, it was more and more decisive
that I was fucking a pupil from my class.

I tried to imagine how my thick hard penis must look as it began to
disappear between those two smooth chubby cheeks, how Smith's youth would
appear against a hairy full grown man like me. And it brought me closer.

I wanted to last, to arrive at the stage where I was properly pistoning my
dick back and forth into him, maybe to do him on the desk with me on top,
but the escalation of my desire for him would not allow it. I was going to
cum, I knew it.

Once again finding his mouth, I sucked hot breath out of him, tasting the
pre-teen lips that had earlier taken my dick and I put a final burst of
effort into ramming him harder down onto my aching, steel-hard bone.

Curling him into me I felt his sphincter give further and got what felt
like almost a third of my prick inside. But that was as far as I'd get this
time.

Panting hard, I pressed my hips up to pump the first of my ejaculations
inside Andy Smith. The release was total. Fuck, it felt so good. Rocking
back and releasing the muscles with which I'd held Smith down, I let the
surge wash up from my stomach and thighs to jet a hot, unstoppable gush of
sex juice into the boy's body.

Now held only loosely he lay against my chest as he experienced an adult
orgasming into him for the first time. Five, six times my pounding dick
jetted out its boiling load. My dick was too shallow in his ass to get my
cum as deep as I'd wanted and soon I could feel the wet, heavy cream
leaking out around my shaft, flowing down from Andy's impossibly stretched
anal ring. I held him, recovering.

I'd not achieved what I'd first aimed at, but it had been so, so good. With
my newly acquired experience of how to take him and with this first lesson
helping him, I knew I'd do it next time. I'd touch him deeper yet.