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 Getting School'ed; Part 2
Tags: M/g, ped, oral, play, piss, M-solo/g-solo
After spending my first night after what was a truly memorable first day
of work, most of which I couldn't stop thinking about Anna White, her
piss-soaked panties, her in the Girl's room stall, and then seeing the note
she'd written back-and-forth to the nearly-as-beautiful fellow student of

mine, Jilly, I was looking forward to my second day.

   And seeing if Anna's "Game" she was leading me to would continue.





   It was just before 8 am as I pulled into the teacher parking lot, and
saw several children already gathered at the doors.  Walking towards the
doors I instantly saw the smiling face of Jilly, Anna's friend, whose red
hair was beautifully draped at the sides of her face.

   "Hi Mr.  Nathan..." I heard her say as I was just about to open the
door, and saw a small wink in her eye as I looked at her.

   "Jilly..." I smiled back, wondering what she was thinking about--and
more importantly WHAT she knew had happened the previous day, and knowing
she probably knew some-at-minimum of what Anna had done.



   Minutes later as I had settled in my classroom, placing a pair of
freshly photocopied work sheets on each of the student's desks, one of
which was math, and the other a few questions for a bit of a personal essay
from each pupil, I heard the buzzer ring and the crowds of kids rushing in.

   As each of my eager young students took their desks, and looked up at
the front of the class where I stood writing on the chalkboard "30 Minutes
Quiet Work"(another thought I'd pondered to begin at the start of each
day), each looked back at their desks and grabbed a pen or pencil to
immediately take to work.

   Slowly walking in between each desk, seeing each student working on the
math or writing sheets, I saw Anna, who I had somehow missed coming in, and
saw a small smile and blush on her face as she saw me.  A small wave of her
free hand, and I wanted to pick her into my arms and show her the
ever-growing affection I had for one so young, yet so perfect.

   I casually glanced at a few students work, and glanced up at the
clock--seeing 20 minutes left before the "Quiet Work" time ended, and
spotted Reesa who seemed to be lost in thought as she answered one of the
writing questions.

   Time ran up, and I walked back to the chalkboard.  "Alright...paper and
pencil down.  Hand them to the front row, and I'll collect them..." I
instructed, staring once again at Anna who's brown eyes sucked me in, I
gathered the papers and placed them on my desk.



   The next few hours went normal, teaching my class more on History, and
then going into a lesson on rocks and minerals.

   "...anyone have a question?" I asked, looking at the inquisitve looking
faces of my pupils and seeing a few scratching their heads.  "How about we
watch a video on the rock cycle?" I asked, seeing faces light up at the
mention of a bit of entertainment.

   Walking over to my desk, I opened a cupboard where I had a few DVD's and
VHS tapes on assorted educational pieces--the old Film Strips
transferred/recorded--I grabbed the one titled "The Rock Cycle: Volcanoes
and Earth", and pushed over a video cart I'd had assigned to my room, and
put the VHS tape in the player and started it.



   Turning the lights off, I sat on a chair in the back of the class,
watching along with the class as the opening scene of a volcano erupting
made several kids "OOH" and cheer at the explosion--mostly the boys--and
then spotted Anna's dimly-lit frame, taking a moment to admire her clean
clothes, and could see the shortness of her blouse giving me an inch or so
of exposed lower back, as well as the band of her little panties.

   My cock began to swell immediately--and I badly wanted to act MORE so on
my ever growing attraction to the little lolita, or pre-lolita as I knew
from research--nothing pornographic in all honesty, but from learning more
about sexual maturity as part of my studies, I knew there was a strong
presence of pre-lolita modeling(and more) on the internet.

   The video, lasting just under an hour, ended finally, I flicked the
lights on, and as I saw the squinting faces of the students from the front
of the room, I looked up to see it was nearly time for Gym class again, and
had the kids line up, seeing everyone was present, and marking the roll
sheet(a bit late, but still getting it done).

   "Mr.  Nathan, will you help out today?" Jilly asked.

   Not being able to say no, I nodded and smiled, then saw the look on
Anna's face--a slight bit of relief on her face, and knew there was still
more I had yet to discover about the newly determined Girl of my Dreams.

   Arriving in the gymnasium with my class quickly lining up in rows, I saw
Phil Houston with whistle already in his mouth, then loudly whistling and
all the kids sat down on the tile floor, and watched as the instructor made
his rounds, seeing all students were present.  Then he noticed me, and
walked towards me.

   "Day two...huh?  Lets hope we can have a better day than yesterday..."
he chuckled, patting me on the back, then walked over to a cloth bag full
of basketballs, and the kids hopped up and went quickly into shooting
baskets, etc.

   Sitting on the bleachers, watching--mostly the fine little asses of the
girls I knew had some connection to Anna, and of course focusing on the
object of my desire--who was giggling with her partner-in-crime Jilly.



   Minutes later the kids returned the basketballs, and lined up for their
next game, when I saw Anna looking towards me with a smile-fading, and a
look of shock on her face.  She broke her spot and ran over to where I was
sitting, and sat a few feet away.

   "Anna?" I asked, seeing she looked to be in sudden pain or discomfort.
She looked back at me, and was holding her arms around her midsection. 
"You okay?"

   "My belly hurts..." she began, with a bit of falseness in her voice.  I
could tell she was playing me once more, but she didn't know I was aware of
her predetermined plans.

   "Tummy ache?" I asked, playing along.

   She nodded, then turned to walk up to the row I was sitting in.  "Can I
go back to the class?" a tilt of her head, and a bit of innocence in her
voice gave me the go-ahead that she wanted to continue her game.  My own
curiosity returned, wondering what all a 10 year old girl could be capable
of thinking of--let alone acting out.

   Telling Phil I was taking Anna back to my class, as we left the Gym I
felt Anna's hand brush against my own hand, feeling the soft skin of the
palm of her hand touch my knuckles, then as I glanced down at her beautiful
eyes she looked back up, and without delay took my hand in hers.

   Any thought I had about being caught with this cherub, this angel from
Heaven, was quickly fading as I found myself more intoxicated on love than
I'd ever been.



   Getting back to the classroom, and still holding Anna's hand, she
stopped walking, and took my other hand in her own, holding our hands
together, and she smiled.  "Mr.  Nathan..." she paused, then looked up at
the clock on the wall, "...we have time..." she added.

   "Time for what?" I asked, feeling a bit of heat building in the
surrounding air, and seeing the new found serious look on a 10 year old
girl's face.

   "Can we play a game?" she suddenly asked.

   "Game?" I asked back, feeling a bulge returning in my pants.

   "Well, we'll have to hurry..." she began, trying to instruct me as I
could see she was trying to figure out how to put her "Game" into play.

   "How do we play?" I asked, wanting to unzip my fly, and free my cock,
letting her play with me all she could until my load shot off on her soft
face and dripped from her tiny nose and brown hair.

   I saw her look up at the clock once more, then felt her small hand on my
lower chest, slowly rubbing down the front of my shirt, towards my belt
buckle, and knew what her own premature sexual desire was.

   "We better hurry..." she suddenly said, speeding up her new movements,
as she placed her hand directly on the pulsating bulge still covered, but
nearing the point-of-no-return.  She must've had some basic education as to
what a man's pants contained as she kept her hand on my crotch--and then
began to move her fingers up and down, getting my cock to respond with such
minimal in-direct contact.

   Letting her take it as far as she was willing to go, I watched as Anna's
small hand got a bit braver, and I saw her motioning towards my zipper, and
seconds later she proved her bravery as she unzipped my fly.  "Anna..." I
smiled down at her, with her looking back up at me, as she poked a finger
inside my pants, feeling the stiffness of a newly-discovered "prize
inside".

   "Is this it?" she asked, shocked to touch a man's penis for the first
time(at least I'd assumed).  Looking back up at me she smiled.  "Can I see
it?" she asked, suddenly losing her "in-game" persona, and gaining her
child curiosity.

   Glancing up at the clock myself, I saw we only had about 15 minutes till
the rest of the class would return.  I knew what remaining better judgment
was still lingering, with that smallest bit of doubt--but then I felt more
of her hand reaching into my unzipped fly, and felt the air in the room
against my throbbing cock head as it was partially freed, and held in place
by Anna's small hand.

   "Whooaaa..." she softly exhaled, seeing a cock for the first time right
in front of her.  I wanted badly to jam my cock forward as her opened mouth
made a wonderful little target to aim for, but I wasn't about to traumatize
her.

   "What do you think??" I asked her, breaking my silence, but feeling my
cock pulsating more as her warm breath exhaled on my head.

   "It's funny looking..." she smiled, a little giggle escaping, "...what
should I do now?"

   "It's your game, remember...?  But hurry up." I reminded her, pointing
to the clock, showing her time was ticking away.

   Suddenly she stood up and gave me more of a surprise than I ever
would've expected(dreamed of, maybe)...and undid her own button and fly,
then slowly shimmied her jeans down to her ankles, showing off her
delicious looking light blue panties.  "Can I show you?" she asked me,
seeking my agreement and instructions.

   I simply nodded, then watched as she placed both thumbs on the sides of
her little panties, and slipped them down, baring her tiny hips, her pale
skin, and lowering them enough to give me more wonderful views.  Her tiny
little mound, without a trace of a hair on it, and as she tugged her
panties down a tad more, she finally revealed her tiny little slit--perhaps
the pinnacle of perfection as she stopped, leaving her panties just below
her knees, and making my mouth water--as well as the tip of my dick, which
was now dripping drops of precum.

   She noticed.  "...what's that?  You're not gonna pee, are you?" she
asked me, getting close to my cock head once more, then softly touching the
drop of the natural lubricant on her finger.

   "No, it's not pee..." I began to explain, but stopped doing much of
anything as she proved exactly how sexually aware she was, and touched the
tip of her sticky finger to her tongue.

   "Doesn't taste like it..." she started, looking at my dick, then back up
at me once more, "...it's weird, whatever it is..."

   A click went off in my head, "...what do you mean it doesn't "taste"
like it?  You mean...?  Pee?" I asked, quick to realize her words meanings,
and wondering what all this innocent-looking, yet obviously with a hint of
preteen sexual curiosity, was aware of.

   I saw her face blush, and her body shift to look away, not caring that
she was now showing off her soft, wonderfully pale ass cheeks, with a
dimple on each side, and making me want to spread her cheeks apart to look
closely at more of her treasure trove.  I could tell she was more than
embarrassed, and figured out that I was piecing things together.

   "Anna?" I asked, as I placed a hand on her shoulder, and felt my
dripping cock head poking her in her back, which got her to take notice of
the spearing member and turn to look up at me with those heart-breaking
tears in her eyes that made my own soul ache.  "It's okay...you can tell me
anything...so long as you remember what goes on her is between US.  Okay?"
I asked her, getting her to nod as she wiped her eyes.

   "I...me and Jilly...we play games.  And we wanted to know if you would
too...so I told Jilly I'd try to get you to play..." she began admitting to
me what I'd known about from the note I'd found.  But I wanted to play
along, and not admit to something that I knew would add to her emotional
overload.

   "What did you do in the game?" I asked her.

   "Well...we started by pretending we peed ourselves...then we'd go to the
bathroom and one of us would help clean the other up..." she explained,
giving me instant thoughts of a pair of soft, supple 10 year old girls who
were into piss play, and more--something that I'll admit turned me on, but
in what I'd seen had been between a pair of consensual adults--not a pair
of little girls, and especially NOT a pair of my students.

   "Go on..." I nodded, then felt her hand gently resting on my cock, and
knew I had to cum.  "Mmmmm....." I softly shuddered, getting her to look up
at me, and smile.

   "Does that feel good?" she asked, but by her returned comfort, and look
on her face, she knew more than she was letting on.

   "Have you ever touched someone?  Or yourself....?  Down there?" I asked.

   "I never did...but Jilly did sometimes, and she said it got all funny
feeling, but not bad funny--good funny..." she replied.  "Does it feel good
funny?"

   I nodded, and waited for her to do more, but she looked lost, as if
stuck in a mental traffic jam.  "Go ahead and rub it..." I instructed, once
again returning to my role of educator.  Watching her softly rub my cock,
not in a normal hand-job sorta way, but merely with the palm of her left
hand, which felt like silk on my tender shaft, I knew I was about to cum
finally, but wasn't sure how to explain to such a young girl what happened
when a grown man felt REALLY good.

   But she could tell something was about to happen as my cock began to
throb a bit more, and I felt her hand grasp around my cock, halting her
rubbing, and looking back at me.  "Mr.  Nathan..." she began, then pointed
up at the clock on the wall--showing me we only had a couple minutes left,
and I could hear the footsteps of the rest of my class walking down the
other end of the hallway, and Phil saying something in the otherwise silent
corridor.

   I sighed softly, knowing I had to cum, and badly wanting to continue my
molestations/lessons of Anna--but knew I also had to KEEP my job, not wind
up in prison, but also because I wanted to keep Anna as close to me as
possible.  Putting my cock back in my pants, and watching as she actually
pulled her panties OFF all the way, then slipped her jeans back on over her
shoes, now commando.

   "Here..." she smiled, handing me her panties, and giggling as she
wandered back to her desk, just as the classroom door opened, and I quickly
slipped the soft cotton, light blue 10 year old girl's panties in my pocket
JUST before the students came in the room.

   The rest of the day went off without anything out of the ordinary, save
for the wetness in the crotch of my boxers as I was left hanging--and of
course I kept one hand in my pocket for most of the rest of the day's
lessons, holding Anna's little panties, and wanting to pull them out and
give them a long whiff of what her fragrance was like.

   By the time the bell rang at the end of the day, I was called into a
meeting with the Suze Caplan, the principal.  I arrived in the main office,
and saw Anna sitting on the small sofa, in the corner outside of Suze's
office.  As I walked into Suze's office, I looked, and saw another
woman--who looked like a much older version of the little girl who's
panties I still had in my pocket.

   "Mr.  Nathan..." Suze began, luckily with a smile, as she motioned for
me to sit down, next to who I knew was Anna's mother.  "This is Mrs. 
White, Anna's mother..."

   "Mrs.  White..." I smiled, nodded, and extended a kind hand to shake her
hand.

   "My Anna says you're her favorite teacher..." Mrs.  White smiled at me,
obviously unaware of anything her daughter's mind was truly thinking.

   "Mrs.  White came in about half an hour ago, we got to talking about her
current family situation...and since she's heard about your credentials..."
Suze started, but was cut off by Mrs.  White.

   "...Mr.  Nathan, I read some of your online journals on child
development, and psychology of paternal/maternal comparisons..." Mrs. 
White began, making me a little shocked that I had a bit of sudden fame.

   "Which was why Mrs.  White, as well as several other parents of your
students had no problem with you as the new 4th grade teacher..." Suze
continued herself.

   "Please, call me Steve..." I smiled to Mrs.  White.

   "...call me Helena..." Mrs.  White, Helena, smiled back.

   I could sense an instant attraction, and as I just happened to glance
down at the size of Helena White's medium-sized breasts(covered of course),
I knew Anna would develop nicely in the next few years--but for now, I
almost preferred the 10-year old body of a girl, over that of a fully-grown
body.

   "She's come in today to tell me that since her husband left them earlier
in the year...I'll let you explain Mrs.  White..." Suze started, but let
Helena take over.

   Looking at Helena's faded smile, it was obvious that her life had been
full of personal hell recently, and a bit of Anna's own personality became
clear.  "What is it?" I asked, my profession of Psychologist returning to
the front of my mind.

   "With my husband being the lazy, good for nothing son of a bitch he
is...I..." Helena paused, trying to hold back her sadness and rage, "...my
parents are living up north, and I need to take care of them.  But without
any family in town, or within a few miles and able to come to my
"rescue"....I..." she looked up at me, and I pieced it together.

   "You're more than qualified..." Suze added, giving me a bit more
confidence.

   "Would it be alright if I left her in your care...and I know it's kinda
strange for a teacher to take care of one of his students..." Helena began,
"...and I wouldn't ask anyone else.  But I trust you...." she smiled.

   Thoughts began to rush through my head: Taking care of a child, a child
that wasn't mine--but was a student of mine.  The awkwardness that could
ensue, having fellow classmates ridicule and poke-fun at Anna living with
their teacher.  But I knew we had a more than a simple teacher-student
bond...and knew that the growing bond we shared, not limited to only the
newly-formed sexual addition, but what I hoped would grow, blossom into a
more profound sense of attraction, both physically, mentally, and
emotionally.

   "So, will you?" Helena asked me, looking right at me with a bit of
desperation on her face now.

   I nodded, and smiled.  "Of course...I can take you two by your place if
you want, so you can gather clothes, and whatever she'll need..." I began.

   "It's already packed, we did so last night...cause, well...I knew from
your journals that you have a love for children..." Helena smiled back,
then suddenly hugged me and kissed me on the cheek--taking not just the
pair of us, but Suze as well.  "...Sorry..." Helena blushed.



   Heading out of Suze's office, followed by Helena, I saw Anna sitting,
looking as if her dog had died--and her eyes looked up towards mine, and I
knew she was deeply emotional, and already knew about the current family
situation she was in.  It wasn't until I walked over towards her that her
face lit up, and a smile finally broke through.

   "Anna...you're gonna stay with Mr.  Nathan for a few days...probably a
week or so..." Helena began, causing Anna to hop off the seat and jump up
towards me, forcing me to catch her, and putting me in an awkwardly
arousing position, cupping her soft ass(covered), and her arms draping over
my shoulders tightly.

   "Can I really?" she asked, proving how innocent, and wonderfully cute
such an Angel truly could be.  She looked at me, a few tears of joy now on
her face.

   I smiled, "...we can go right now.  Your stuff's all packed, and I can
even manage to take you out to dinner if you want."

   "Pizza?" Anna asked, blurting out a surefire way to make her stomach
happy, then she glanced at her Mom who laughed.  "Mom..."

   "It's alright with me..." Helena smiled.

   "Wanna come?" Anna asked her Mom again, but both of their smiles faded,
nearly synchronized.

   "Sorry Anna...Mommy's packed for her own trip...but I'll call you later
tonight, okay..." Helena's sad smile hit Anna in the gut.

   I couldn't have Anna sad as I held her, wanting badly to console her
deeper, caress her entire body and soul, but I wasn't going to cop MORE of
a feel in front of her mother.

   Packing Anna's pair of suitcases, as well as a sleeping bag and a
carrying case for the girl's BARBIE's, we left the school, and as Anna sat
next to me in the front, she kept looking out the partially opened window,
lost in thought, and remaining silent.

   "Music?" I asked her, turning on the stereo, but getting no reaction.  I
knew she was feeling what most kids felt when a parent or loved one left
them---but I knew that like most kids that she'd be fine in a few hours. 
"Your Mom and I were talking..." I began, and suddenly got her to turn
towards me.

   "Can we go to your home?" she spontaneously asked.

   "Don't you want pizza?" I asked back.

   "Can we order it?  And maybe watch a Movie...?" she asked once more.

   I nodded, wanting all to be well, and her to to be as happy as she could
be.  "Sure...I think I got a couple of the "HARRY POTTER"s on DVD..." I
replied, getting another smile from her, and hooking her in.

   Arriving at my place, and leading her into my badly-in-need-of-yard-work
small house, she was all smiles as she saw just how much nicer the interior
looked than the outside.

   "Wow...you got a big TV...!" She smiled, as she walked around and stared
at my living room/dining room, then looked back at me, and showed a nervous
look on her face.

   "Huh?" I asked.

   "Where's your bathroom?" she asked, I pointed down the hallway, and she
rushed off.

   Heading back to the car, I unpacked her stuff, and brought it inside in
a couple minutes.  All of a sudden I heard her call my name, "Mr. 
Nathan...!"

   "Huh?" I asked

   "Can you bring me some undies...?" she asked, making me remember what I
still had in my pocket: her tiny, light blue pair she'd given me in class
in our closest moment yet.

   I walked down the hall, and tapped on the door.  "Anna?" I asked, a
little pause in pushing the door open, and as I did, fully confident, I saw
her sitting on my toilet, still dripping piss from her tiny slit, which I
found myself watching.

   "I had to tinkle..." she smiled, then noticed my hand was holding her
blue panties, "...those are for you..." she giggled, "...is your thingy all
hard again?" she asked, looking at the bulging bulge in my pants.

   I nodded, "Yep..."

   "Wanna play the game again?" she asked back--and without hesitation I
undid my zipper, tugged my pants down a few inches, and let her hand reach
out and pull my cock out.  "Mmm...it's still hard...and warm too..." she
giggled, but with a hint of something more mature in her voice as she knew
what to do the second time around, and took a few drips of the stringy
precum on the tip of my dick and tasted it.  "I like it...what's it
called?" she asked.

   Thinking quickly, I was set to teach her the CORRECT words, being not
just her teacher, but a well-educated expert on several things that would
have never even been a possible connection to the current situation I was
in.  "It's...it's what grown men, like me, make...another liquid..." I
started slowly.

   "Not pee, right?" she asked, as she freely rubbed my cock head,
dripping, and got plenty of precum on her left fingers, then quickly
switched hands, and maybe didn't think I was watching as her left hand
subconsciously went right to her little slit, which was no longer dripping
piss, and I saw her slowly rub her little mound.

   "No, not pee...but if you rub it more, something else comes out..." I
started, once more, but stared more intently at her softly rubbing her
outer lips, which were still lightly sticky with my precum.  "You like
that?" I blurted out, getting her to notice what I was staring at, and
causing her to gently stop.

   "Huh....oh....I had an itch...." she smiled, as I could tell she was
feeling more than an ordinary "itch".

   "Does it feel good?" I asked.

   "Mmm....mm-hmm..." she nodded, lost in her own world.  I just stared,
and as I saw her eyes slowly shut, I knelt down, holding my cock in my
hand, and watched her rubbing her little slit, when she suddenly gasped,
causing her eyes to pop open.  "OH!"

   I knew what had happened, as I saw a new redness on her hairless mound
as she lifted up her hand, and saw a few wet spots on her palm.  She'd just
cum.



   I couldn't hold back anymore, feeling my own urges taking over, grasping
my cock I began to stroke myself, and could feel my balls tightening, and
moaned, "Ohh!  OH!"

   She quickly looked at my own masturbation, and stared in awe as I stood
up a bit, pointing my throbbing cock, while stroking it, and I finally lost
it and shot several shots of my cum onto her bare legs and even hit her
tiny little upper mound, which made her giggle as the warmth of my seed
sprayed a little more, getting her knee and then dribbling onto my hand.

   "Wow...!" was all she said, with a wide smile.

   The End of Part 2