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Sera Elementary School.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Voy, sex games, bg, Cons, Pedo)

Story Intro:
A brief tour of the Sera Elementary School, inspired by the drawings and words of Jun Aizawa, the artist of the "Lolita Core" website.

Sera Elementary School:

It was late May when I was invited to an interview with the headmistress of the Sera Elementary School. I had applied about six months previously to allow my daughter Mary, then five, to attend starting the next school year, when she would be six.

I had no trouble finding the place, I simply drove the fifteen or twenty minutes out of town, turned right at the sign, through the wooded area and into the parking lot. Although it was reasonably big the lot was so full I had to drive around for a while before I found a space.
All I could see of the school was a single storey building the length of the parking lot with a set of double doors at the centre, from both ends of the building high walls extended into the woods as far as I could see.
I entered the reception and was met by a grey haired bespectacled woman who signed me in then showed me in to see the headmistress.

I was pleasantly surprised, she was about thirty with a good looking face and a trim body, her long golden hair was neatly plaited and reached midway down her back.
"Hello Mr Newton," she greeted me as she reached over her desk and shook my hand, "I'm Miss Bellamy, the headmistress of the school, but you may call me Susan. Did you have any trouble finding us?"
"No," I replied as I sat in the indicated chair, "the directions were clear and easy to follow, but you're a little far from town."
"Yes," she nodded, "the school is secluded and has no close neighbours. Most of our pupils arrive on the school busses provided or in their parents' cars."

"May I ask why you applied for..." she briefly looked at a file in front of her, "your daughter, Mary, to attend this school?"
"Well," I hesitated, not wanting to say too much, "Mary will be six in a few months and I was talking to a colleague at work about how fast she is growing up, when I asked him if he could recommend a good school he recommended this one."
"I see," she nodded, "Mr Newton, this school is very select and exclusive, so please forgive me when I tell you that after your call we had our investigators do a very thorough check on you and your family."

I swallowed nervously, "What kind of check? And how thorough?"
"Don't worry," she smiled a beautiful smile, "if you had not passed this," she held up the file she was holding, "you would not even have been invited here today." She looked at the file again and continued, "As for how thorough, I know that Margaret, your wife of four years at the time, died giving birth to Mary. I know that when she was first born you took a lot of time off from work, but now you fit work around her. I know that she is currently in day-care or pre-school."
I was shocked by the amount of detail that someone had managed to uncover, but the worse was yet to come.
"And I also know," she smiled again to soften the shock, "that you have been molesting Mary for the past six months, possibly more."
I was profoundly stunned; I sat there, as the deafening silence seemed to stretch forever. Part of me wanted to run away, to hide, but another knew it was too late, much too late.

"Mr Newton," Miss Bellamy interrupted my circling thoughts, "do you know the school's motto?"
I still couldn't speak so I just shook my head "no".
"It's a set of Japanese characters, because the school was founded in Japan," she said, "and though I've never mastered the language its essence is "Nothing Forbidden" do you understand?"
Again I shook my head, "no".
She sighed quietly and continued patiently, "Although the school follows the normal curriculum for Mathematics, Science, English and all the so called "normal" subjects, we also have additional lessons and activities that centre on the students sexuality. We don't repress their sexuality we embrace it and teach them to be open, sexual beings."

As the meaning of her words came clear a smile spread on my face.
"I take it from your grin," Miss Bellamy, I mean Susan, smiled, "that you would like Mary to join our happy little band?"
I chuckled, "Just tell me where to sign and how much of my soul you want."
She smiled and replied, "Not your soul, just your money, and possibly your expertise at some future time. Although the school is partially state funded you will also have to pay some tuition fees, but nothing you can't afford."

Susan stood and came around her desk, "Why don't we take a quick tour of the school campus and I can explain some of the rules and regulations, but please excuse the chaos out there. It's the annual open sports day and there are a lot of other parents visiting to watch their child try to win something."
We left the office by a different door, which led to a long empty corridor.

"The students of the school," she explained, "are free to have sex with anyone they want, wherever and whenever they want. With the following rules, not during a class, and only with the other person's full consent." She stopped and turned to look at me intently, "If 'anyone' attempts to force themselves on another they are dealt with severely."
I nodded feeling more reassured about letting my little girl come here.
Susan still looked at me intently, "Even a parent," she continued seriously, "the children are taught that even if their parents try to force them into something they don't want, the parent will be 'severely reprimanded' by the PTA... but thankfully its never happened yet."
"Reprimanded, how?" I asked curiously.
"I'm not sure," she started thoughtfully, "the PTA would have to decide, but collectively we know enough people who could make them regret it, before they disappeared."

We turned and continued up the corridor, with Susan carrying on her explanation. "We have a strict uniform code here," she said, "I'll let you have the names and addresses of the shops where you can buy it when we return to the office. It consists of a white blouse or shirt with a red tie, over that is worn a chocolate brown waistcoat..."

As she was describing the uniform, from one of the classrooms stepped a pedo's wet dream. A young girl about eight years old wearing just what Susan had described started walking away from us, with nothing on from the waist down, except knee high white socks and black shoes, I could clearly see her pert buttocks flexing as she walked.
"Ah good," Susan interrupted herself, "Amanda!" she called to the little girl, who promptly turned and approached us.
"Yes miss," she said politely.
I stared in awe; I could clearly see her plump hairless pussy lips nestled in the junction of her trim thighs.
"As you can see," Susan continued talking to me, "the uniform has no bottom part. All pupils are naked from navel to knees. However whenever a student is outside of school grounds they must wear the bottom of the uniform, a grey pleated skirt for the girls and grey or black slacks for the boys."
Susan then turned to Amanda and noticed something that I, for all my staring, had missed. She reached down to Amanda's plump little slit and dragged her finger up one side, causing Amanda to gasp slightly, then held her finger out to Amanda and asked, "What is this?"

Amanda and I both looked at the small off-white blob resting on Susan's finger. Amanda then leaned forward and licked it, she tasted it for a moment and then calmly announced, "Semen miss."
My dick sprang to immediate attention; she had tasted and swallowed it without a qualm.
"And why didn't you clean up with the wipes provided?" Susan asked.
Amanda hung her head, "I left them at home miss," she mumbled.
"Well, we all make mistakes," Susan smiled, "go to the office and pick up another packet."
"Yes miss," Amanda said before scurrying to return to the office.
Susan explained, "Because we encourage our students to indulge their sexual appetites whenever they want, we insist that all of them keep themselves clean. So, with this in mind, we provide them with cleansing wipes to clean up the little spills that tend to happen from time to time."

As we continued our tour through the apparently empty school I had to comment, "It looks like we're the only ones here, where is everyone?"
Susan chuckled, "The majority of the students and staff are involved with the activities outside. We'll get there once we have visited the other facilities."
She first showed me around the science labs, which held a lot of modern equipment but nothing of real interest to me. After that we left that building, crossed an empty playground area and entered a large sports complex.

"Which would you like to see first," Susan asked with an arched eyebrow, "the swimming pool or the gymnasium?"
Without a moment's hesitation I smiled and answered, "The swimming pool."
"As I thought," she grinned, "you men are all alike."
As Susan had showed me around, the painfully cramped erection that Amanda had caused had subsided. When we entered the poolroom it soon returned with full force.

As we approached the pool I could hear the sounds of excited cheering. When we got to poolside I could see that a race was in progress. There were a number of swimmers racing and I guess their parents were shouting support from the poolside seating. There were also some other girls who must have already competed, as they were wearing wet costumes, stood with their backs to us also yelling their support. Some of the girls' costumes were thong style and others were full-bottomed style.
Susan smiled at me when she noticed where I was looking and called two of the girls over to join us.

"This is our school swimming costume," Susan explained as the girls approached.
Again my dick was painfully confined and erect as I stared at two more visions of loveliness. They both looked about seven years old and had trim athletic bodies, one looked oriental with black hair and the other was a Nordic blond. The costumes they were wearing had looked normal from the rear but the fronts were anything but. The front chest areas from the top neckline to the navel were cutaway to expose the girls' little nipples and the pubic areas were also cutaway exposing and framing the girls' pussies.
"This design is called the Spermatozoon," Susan said distracting me from staring at the girls' bodies by pointing out the wriggling sperm design on the costume, with all the sperms aiming for the girls' little slits.

"As you can see," Susan continued as she turned the girls to face away from me, "there are two designs, the full-bottomed and thong. The reason for this is obvious when you consider these costumes were designed with sex in mind." Then she said, "Girls bend over and touch the floor please."
The girls bent at the waist and I could immediately see what Susan had meant. The thong cutaway stopped just short of the anus but left the pussy unprotected, while the full-bottomed cutaway extended further exposing both her anus and pussy to my avid lusting gaze.

As we left the poolside and passed through an office area Susan said, "We have just recently acquired a new design we are calling the string." She then dug through some drawers and pulled out what looked simply like the elasticated edges of a standard one-piece with some additional straps to hold the two sides together.
I was disappointed there was no-one there to model it for me.
"And the boys' costume," she said as she continued to search, "looks similar in style to standard Spedo's but is made of..." she then found and showed me the trunks triumphantly, "an elasticated gauze-like material."

"Speaking of boys," I said curiously, "I haven't seen any yet, where are they all?"
"Most of them are outside playing sports, but unfortunately," she smiled ruefully, "we currently have a shortage of boys. We have approximately three girls for every boy at the moment, which sometimes causes a little stress."

We entered the large gymnasium and stopped to watch the hive of activity. There were family members seated around the walls with children doing routines on a number of mats around the large hall. First we passed a mat where a girl of about nine was performing a floor routine, she was wearing a white sleeved leotard and the routine looked stilted as she kept pausing to hold a pose. Then I realised that the leotard she was wearing was cutaway similarly to the swimming costume, and the pauses were so she could expose herself.
"The girls have a different routine and costume," Susan explained quietly, "when they are away at a competition."
"They would probably win them all if they kept to these," I joked.

The next area was a pair of rings on a framework, hanging from them was a small boy about seven years old doing an amazing routine of swings and feats of strength and balance. His outfit was a white unitard that looked like joined shorts and T-shirt. When he stopped swinging and kept still with arms level and his body supported (in a T shape) I realised the material of his outfit was thin and translucent and was clearly showing off his large penis.

The third area had two girls preparing to wrestle. They had the protective helmets, knee and elbow pads, but their leotards were also cutaway like the swimming costumes. Susan and I paused to watch, "I think you'll like this match," she smiled.
Both girls looked to be of a similar compact muscular build with short hair contained in their helmets.
"How old are they?" I asked.
"Both Jane and Angela are nine," she replied, "Jane is in the red and Angela is in the blue."

Both girls faced each other then, when the referee blew her whistle, they flashed together both trying to get a good hold while preventing the other from doing the same. There was a quick flurry of movements then Angela had Jane in what looked like a painful hold. But instead of struggling to get free Jane began to rub her hip against Angela's crotch. I wasn't sure what was going on but as more moves were made and holds achieved there was more and more sexual contact.
Finally Jane had Angela's shoulders pinned to the mat and had pulled her legs up, then Jane dipped her head and began to lick and nibble on Angela's exposed pussy and clit, much to the delight of the crowd. I could see Angela succumbing to the pleasurable onslaught then she wriggled and squirmed until she was able to return the pleasure to Jane. Shortly after Angela started playing with her Jane retaliated. Somehow flipping her over to lie face down on the mat but with her back arched over with Jane holding onto her spread legs and with her face again buried in Angela's bald little pussy. Jane continued her oral battle until Angela obviously came then the referee declared Jane the winner.

I had never seen anything so erotic before in my life, my dick was again straining in my pants and I was very near to cumming without touching myself. I looked at Susan to ask about the match.
She was flushed and obviously excited, "That was a good match wasn't it?"
All I could do was nod mutely.
"I knew it would be," Susan continued, getting herself under control, " both Jane and Angela are very good and are evenly matched so their competitions usually last until one can make the other orgasm." She saw my puzzled look and explained, "As with all things here, there are some additional rules to our wrestling, the first one to orgasm looses."

We continued past the remaining areas to the exit at the other end of the hall. As we did Susan explained, "In addition to the normal sports and gymnastics, our physical education syllabus also covers the physical aspects of sex."
"Oh yes?" I asked intrigued.
"Within their first year here," she continued, "we teach our students all aspects of sex, and by the end of that year we expect them to pass a practical examination."
"So," I asked trying to clarify my thoughts, "if Mary came here she would have to pass a sex exam before she was seven?"
"Only an oral exam in their first year," she answered smiling, " that is oral sex. But by the end of their second year we expect them to pass a full intercourse exam."
"So she would be having sex before she was eight?" I asked.
"Well, sometimes we have delayed the exam," she added, "but never by long. Although some of our students start having full intercourse before their exam, others like to wait and give their virginity to a loved one." Susan smiled and then continued, "For some of those we make that exam into a special ceremony... it can be quite moving sometimes."

As we approached the exit I noticed an open door to another room that looked similar in size to the office near the pool.
"What's in there?" I asked indicating the room.
"As you now know," Susan explained as we approached the door, "this school encourages sexuality in all its forms. This room contains the equipment for our advanced students."
We stepped through the door into a bondage chamber, there were tables with clamps; various equipment and costumes hung on the walls, in short a fully equipped bondage dungeon.
I looked at Susan quizzically, she promptly defended herself and the school, "Only the students who really want to are allowed in here and only with at least two teachers present at all times. We deal with sexual pleasure, not torture."

We left the room in silence and then left the hall through the exit we had been heading for, and stepped into the sunshine outside on the sports field.
"Don't tell me you do it outside as well?" I smiled joking.
"Of course we do," Susan smiled back not joking, "the school grounds are surrounded by a high brick wall which is in turn surrounded by woods. This school is very private and as secure as we can make it."

Across the playing field there was a lot of activity, it looked like a large group of students were participating in a number of activities with adult spectators.
Susan headed in their direction and continued lecturing, "Not every student is as proficient with the established 'regular' sporting activities, so for those students who still want to participate we have other competitions."
When we arrived I noticed a number of white lines had been painted on the grass field marking running lanes. Susan guided me over to the starting line to see what event was taking place.
"Oh good," Susan smiled at me, "The Egg and 'poon race, you should enjoy this."

There were eight young girls, each about six years old, still wearing their "normal" uniforms grouped around an adult carrying a box. The adult, I assumed he was a teacher, was handing something from the box to the girls who were then returning to the starting line with another adult. The adults took the object then appeared to play with the girls' pussies.
I was pondering what was happening when one adorable little girl came up to Susan and said, "Please miss, could you help me with this..."
Then she held out the object she had been given. It was a pink egg shaped vibrator about 3/4 inch in diameter, attached by a wire to a control box. Susan took the vibrator and knelt down next to the girl.
"Spread your legs a little." She told her, then popped the vibrator in her mouth.
The girl spread her legs then reached down and spread her pussy lips as well, without any shame or embarrassment. Susan took the now wet vibrator and gently inserted it into the girls waiting pussy, she pushed it in until her finger was embedded to the second knuckle then passed the control between the girls spread legs and clipped it to the back of her waistcoat.
The little girl chirped happily, "Thanks miss," as she hobbled back to the starting line while cupping her hand over her pussy, protectively.

When all the girls were stood at the start the starter called, "Ready?" "Start your engines!" then the adults behind the girls switched on the vibrators. Each girl stiffened as they felt the eggs deep in their pussies vibrating. When the starter shouted, "Go!" each girl started hobbling up the track.
Susan explained amid the cheering of the crowd, "The objective is to walk the length of the track and return without loosing the egg, and they are not allowed to use their hands to keep hold of the egg, only their vaginal muscles."
One of the girls was taking longer strides up the track, but her muscle control was not as good as she thought because shortly after she started her return trip the egg slipped out and she was disqualified.
It was very erotic watching those little girls stumble along the track and pause every few paces and shiver, as they had what looked like mini-orgasms.

Before that race had finished Susan pulled me away to another area of the field. When we got there Susan explained, "This is the tug of war, again with a difference."
Another teacher was handing out the ropes to the pairs that were in competition. The pairs were always the same sex, boy against boy and girl against girl.
"This tug of war," Susan explained, "tests the strength of their inner muscles as well as their outer."
First up were one of the few boy pairs. They both knelt facing away from each other, on the outside of three lines on the grass. The lines looked about a foot apart so the boys' feet were a little over two feet apart.
One of the boys passed the other end of the rope to the other, and then they both pushed the end up their butts. They went down onto hands and knees, and the referee positioned the centre marker over the central line in the grass before he started them tugging. After a short time straining both boys fell flat on their faces as the end of the rope slipped out of one of them.

As the winner was being congratulated I looked puzzled at Susan. She fetched one of the ropes and handed it to me. The ends of the rope were 3/4 inch spheres.
"The contestants," Susan explained, "have to keep the ball inside their body, the boys use their anus, the girls their vagina."
She returned the rope to the equipment box and we continued on to the next event.

The next area was also painted as a length of running track, but was much longer than the first. As we approached I could see couples preparing; some were boy and girl while others were both girls, all were around eight years old.
"Ah, the Wheelbarrow race," Susan sighed, "usually the teams are boy and girl, but because of our shortage of boys we are having to improvise."
As we arrived at the starting line I could see what she meant. The boys were stroking rampant erections with their partners stood next to them. While one each of the girls teams were pulling on and strapping up a double-ended strap on dildo. As the girls slid the crotch dildo up into their own pussies, leaving the other dildo projecting obscenely, Susan smiled, "Well... both contestants should enjoy themselves, shouldn't they?"

Her meaning became apparent when the girl of each pair (those without a cock, real or fake) bent at the waist and put her hands on the floor. Their team-mate, with the cock, then stood close behind the girl and pushed their cocks into the girls' pussies and grabbed onto their thighs.
When the starter shouted, "Go!" the girls lifted their feet and locked their ankles behind their partners and started walking on their hands as well as they could, while the boys (and girls with fake cocks) lifted the girls thighs and walked their "wheelbarrow" down the track.

Susan then guided me back to the main building and, when there, back to her office. I was in a daze with all I had seen and heard. I felt as if in a dream and that I would wake soon, but I didn't want to wake up, I wanted this to be true.
I signed to enrol Mary for the next year, the fee was quite a lot of money, but as Susan had said, I could afford it. She handed me the names and addresses of the school-approved shops and then, almost as an after thought, "Oh yes, while I remember, "you must never tell anyone else about this school. If you do we will deny everything and we will expose you as a child molester."
"Don't worry about me," I promised earnestly, "but what about the children?"
"All of the children," she said sincerely, " are taught how to keep this secret."

As I drove away from the school I was rejoicing; I had only been playing with Mary, a little rubbing of her bulging pussy every now and then. But now... I would soon be having proper full sex with her. I couldn't wait for her to start her new school.

Author's Note:
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