Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2023 02:53:22 +0000 From: stayathomedaddius Subject: Teacher's Special Pet Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. TEACHER'S SPECIAL PET ========== Kids yell and scream at each other from the back of the bus, I can't tell if they are playing, fighting... or performing ritual sacrifices. I like kids, I mean I really like kids, but this has me second guessing my life choices. The noise is getting louder and I know I have to step in, it's my job as teacher to keep them in check. Lucky me. I stand and give them my best `you'd better listen face', trying to convey authority. All the boys quiet down, except for one, the one. Little Spencer, man that kid makes my blood boil. He's always pushing my buttons, so full of himself, talking back, giving me those cheeky grins. It doesn't help that he's exactly my type, fucking beautiful... all energy. Like a wild animal, you're allowed to look but not touch. "Spencer!" I yell as I make my way to the back of the bus. Whoever thought kids actually learn something on field trips was fucking insane. Today has been nothing but me trying to herd cats, no worse, herd children. The boy in question looks up at me without a care in the world, a big grin splitting his face as his eyes sparkle with defiance. This fucking kid, "You've lost your friend privileges, you're sitting up front with me, let's go." His eyes widen and his grin falters, but he doesn't argue as he follows me back to my row. I crawl back into my seat and eye the big pile of school stuff next to me. "Mr. B, where am I supposed to sit?" Spencer asks. Good question, I clearly didn't think this through, but before I can come up with another solution, the bus driver yells for everyone to take a seat. Spencer shrugs and crawls in after me, squeezing into the tight space and ending up between my legs. He drops onto my groin, his little bubble butt wiggling against my suddenly very interested dick. I grit my teeth as it flags to life, fuck this is bad. "Spencer! What are you doing?" I bark, my voice huskier than usual as lust sits heavy in my gut. "The bus driver said to take a seat," he says, lifting an eyebrow as if I'm being extra dense. "Yes, but I don't think he meant for you to sit on my lap, this is hardly appropriate, just go back to your seat." Spencer stands and I'm kicking myself, already missing his sexy little body against mine. I'm about to tell him to sit back down when the bus lurches forward, he stumbles and drops back into my lap and suddenly we're on our way. I grab and help steady him against me, "Fine you can stay, but stop moving around so much." He nods and settles in. What a joke. The bus bounces along and I have to fight to keep from grinding against his perfect cheeks at every bump. I'm leaking and throbbing in my pants, my sensitive shaft pressed obscenely against my young student's ass and there's nothing I can do about it. By the halfway mark I'm convinced I'm in some version of hell, Dante's second circle. God I'd kill to fuck this kid, to feel his insides. I've thought about it a million times before and now that I'm so close, I can feel my restraint waning. Spencer adjusts himself, wedging my dick between his cheeks and I suck in a quick breath, not daring to let it out as I watch the boy for any sign of recognition or alarm. If he calls attention to my hard on, I'm so fucked. He looks over his shoulder and gives me his signature grin, eyes glancing down to where our bodies are pressed together. Holy shit! Does he know what he's doing? He has to... he can feel that I'm rock hard under his little ass. As if he can read my mind, he moves his hips, creating extra friction on my sensitive knob. I slam my eyes shut and take a deep cleansing breath, I will not cum in my jeans like a teenager. When I finally get myself under control and open my eyes, the boy whips his head around like he wasn't just watching me. Well I guess that answers that. How dare this little shit tease me like this... grinding his ass onto my cock, making me hard in a bus full of children, threatening my job. I'm getting more angry by the second and I imagine punishing him, bending him over and shoving inside in one painful thrust... of fucking him while he begs and whines before flooding his insides with my hot cum. I wrap my arms tightly around the naughty child and pull him firmly against my body, trapping him, letting him feel every inch of the rock hard cock he's been toying with. "You happy now? Can you feel what you're doing to me? Do you like making your teacher hard, Spencer?" My grip tightens and he struggles a bit, not liking being restrained. "Answer me," I growl in his ear, desperate to hear him say it, to admit it. "I'm sorry, please Mr. B, I didn't mean to," he whines quietly. "Oh, I think you did." My voice is low, my hold on him is like steel. "It was a joke, I swear." He's a little louder now, his pitch higher, more wild. Hearing him crack just adds fuel to my fire, he's irresistible. I grind against him again, shutting my eyes as the pressure makes my body tighten. "Is it funny now?" "No. I'm sorry." He pants, still squirming against me. "I don't think you are. Not yet anyways." I look around but everyone is preoccupied, good. I lean in closer, "I'm going to show you exactly what happens to little boys who tease perverted teachers like me." "You can't," he gasps, "I'll tell." "And who the fuck are they going to believe? I'm the adult, you're just the troublemaker, the naughty boy who has been lying and causing problems all year." He hangs his head in defeat, he knows I'm right. "I'm going to pound your tiny asshole until you can't walk straight, just you wait." I let go of him and he scoots to the end of my leg, away from my still throbbing cock. The boy doesn't speak but eyes me warily, trying to reconcile this new version of me with Mr. B, fun teacher and drama nerd. "Undo your pants," I command. His little hands are clumsy as he undoes his uniform, he looks back at me as if waiting for instructions. "Show me your ass," I tell him, my mouth watering. I do another cursory glance, but still no one is paying attention... besides all the shit on the bench provides some cover, good. He leans forward, and I help him pull his pants and underwear down his little backside, exposing two perfect mounds. I palm them, admiring how soft they feel against my rough hands and the little boy shivers, perfectly responsive. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun. I continue my exploration, running a finger along his exposed crack. I fight an evil smile as I come into contact with his hot, tight boy hole. Oh fuck yes, I want it, I need it. I test his ring, pressing into his molten insides with my middle finger. Fuuuuck it's a tight fit. I push in harder, slipping past my knuckles as Spencer whines, his face turning red. I don't give him a chance to protest, I pull out to tip and force my way back in. Finger fucking the kid on the field trip schoolbus. I know this is a terrible idea, so much unnecessary risk, but I don't care. I push a second finger inside and he winces, it's not a smooth entrance, my finger keeps dragging at his edges due to the lack of lube. Good, I'm glad it hurts, the shit. His little starfish constricts around my large fingers and I have to fight my way in and out of his boy guts, it feels like heaven... and fuck, I can't wait until I can get my adult cock in there. I start to wiggle my fingers, and scissor his ass, pulling his muscles apart. Spencer has his eyes closed, his expression a slight grimace of pain. "Does that hurt, buddy? Just you wait, that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you." I threaten him. "Please, I'll be good, I promise" he pleads, even as I continue to finger his ass. I'm hyper aware of our surroundings, on the lookout for danger so I notice when we reach familiar roads, damn. Looks like my fun is over... for now. I remove my fingers with a pop. "Fix your pants, we'll finish this later." The boy nods and pulls his bottoms over his little ass, going quiet. I pull him back against my body and molest him freely, exploring every available inch above his clothes. "Remember don't tell anyone or else you'll regret it." Again a nod. We finally come to a stop and he shoots out of my lap into the aisle, eager to get away from me, not that I blame him. I try to stand but my cock is still way too hard to be appropriate. I grab my clipboard and put it in front of my junk. "All eyes on me class, let's make sure to grab all your belongings. If you came with something, make sure you leave with it." Everyone clambers to get their bags. "Great, now the nice bus driver is about to open these doors, we are going to exit one at a time, right?" They yell out the affirmative and I continue, "Perfect. Don't forget to say thank you to the nice bus driver on your way out, once on solid ground everyone form a line behind Spencer." I let my free hand drop to the boy's small shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze as he stiffens. It's my turn to tease. I hear another chorus of okays and move to get off the bus right behind my new buddy, his sexy backside bouncing ahead of me. I don't know how I'm going to make it to recess, I'm desperate to break open his little boy pussy, to make him pay. After the longest afternoon in the history of all primary school teachers, the end is in sight. I glance at the clock, just 5 more minutes and then that tiny boyhole is mine. I'm shaking with anticipation, restlessness getting me out of my seat for a slow lap around the classroom. I circle Spencer like a shark stalking his prey as the class scribbles answers on their worksheets, their little brows furrowed in concentration... but I only have eyes for my naughty little Spencer. My new favorite toy. He's been on his best behavior all afternoon, I should have fingered his ass weeks ago. I stalk up to him and place my hand on his tiny back, leaning over his desk like I'm trying to help him with his work. He flinches, but doesn't move away. I press my advantage and kneel by the side of his desk, gripping his leg with my large hand, nearly wrapping all the way around his thigh. "You almost ready for me? I know I am," I purr. He shakes his head but doesn't make a sound, his lip jutting out in an adorable pout. My dick is getting hard at just the thought of pounding his little boy ass, so I hurry back to my desk to wait for the bell, lazily stroking my rod through my pants under the desk. Finally it rings and the class jumps out of their chairs, desperate to escape the stuffy classroom. "Spencer, remember you're helping me this recess to make up for misbehaving on the field trip." "Okay, Mr. B," he says as he sinks dejectedly back into his chair. He doesn't offer promises of good behavior or protest being held back as the rest of the kids file out, their laughter and yells echoing in the hallway. My door slowly swings shut, clicking into place and plunging both of us into an eerie silence. "Come here." I beckon him to my desk. "You know what's coming?" I ask the small shaking boy. He nods, and I can see he's trying not to cry, he wants to be tough. Oh my sweet child. I walk to the door and pull the shades, ensuring that we've got some privacy... not that I'm too worried, no student will come back to class until they absolutely have to and all the other teachers will be trying to find their own sanity in the last reprieve of the day. I turn back to the nearly empty room as Spencer shuffles nervously near my desk. "Pants down, bend over and touch your ankles, boy." He does what he's told, and I'm drawn to his naked ass like a moth to the flame. My dick, already hard and throbbing, is now leaking in my pants and I palm it desperately. Fuuuuck, I'm really doing this. I lean against the desk behind the boy, his little hole winking at me from inside his crack. I grab a wooden ruler and slap it against my palm threateningly, it's time to teach this little trouble maker a lesson. I give his perfect white mounds a playful smack, appreciating the pink that immediately starts to bloom. Spencer gasps, "I'm sorry, I know I was bad." I laugh and swing again, this time harder. The slap of wood on skin echoes in the room and my tiny student whimpers. I want to keep going, to draw this out, but there's no time. We are in my classroom in the middle of the school day for fuck's sake. I throw down the ruler and undo my belt, pushing my boxer briefs down in a fluid motion as my large and hard cock spring free. I give two desperate strokes, appreciating my girth... this isn't going to be pleasant, at least at first. "Stand up." Spencer tries to pull on his pants up as he stands. "Did I say we're done? No. Leave them down." He lets go and straightens, and I get my first good look at his little boy peen. He's soft, my mouth waters and I have the urge to suck on it, to tease his underdeveloped balls... but next time, this time isn't about making him feel good. I aim my dick at his face. "Open up, make it wet." Spencer opens his mouth and attempts to swallow my angry cock head, I shudder as his hot mouth envelops my sensitive head. "Oh fuck, yeah, just like that." I grunt, my hips dancing on their own. I could easily finish in his mouth, I'm so horned up, but I want his other end. I pull him off, "it's time, I'm fucking your little boypussy right now." "Okay." Spencer says, fully resigned. He knows no one is coming to help, no amount of begging is going to save him. I take a step forward and lift the boy up, turning us to face my desk. It's a little low, but with the right angle it will work just fine. I lay the child face down so his ass is easily accessible. Oh fuck yeah, thats what I've been waiting for... his hot, tight baby bum served on a fucking platter. I dip my hips down and press at his tiny hole, trying to brute force my way in, but it's no good. He's too tight. I reach down and shove two fingers into him instead. I go hard and fast, testing the limits of just how far I can reach. Spencer lets out a loud whine, and I immediately react, slamming my other hand over his mouth "Shut the fuck up, you're going to have to be very, very quiet." He nods, his mouth moving behind my palm as if he's trying to say something, but I don't care. I continue to cover it as I scissor and stretch his ass, doing my best to speed prep his baby hole. I knew he wouldn't be able to keep his promise, I can hear and feel the muffled noises dying on my hand, shit. I look around for something to keep him quiet when his kicking feet draw my attention. His pants and underwear are still around his ankles. Fucking perfect, I let go of his mouth and dip down and pulling both pieces of clothing off his dangling legs. I keep his underwear, but let his uniform pants fall to the ground with a soft thud. I sniff his used shorts and fuck he smells amazing, no even better, he smells like he's mine. I'm claiming him for the school year... at least. I take the underwear and shove it into his face. He stiffens. "Open," I demand. He complies... Well, somewhat. He opens his mouth and I'm pretty sure he's about to argue with me, but I don't give him the chance as I shove the fabric inside. "Leave them." I say as he struggles to pull them out. He stops fighting, going limp below me, completely exposing himself. It's a beautiful sight, and I wish I had time to take a picture, his perfect virgin ass mere inches away from my throbbing 7 inch dick. I spit in my palm and rub it on my cockhead. "Now push, like you're going to the bathroom." I can feel his body clench beneath me as he struggles to comply. What a good fucking boy. I line my swollen mushroom head up with his little ring and push in, swearing when I get enveloped by his heat. His body rears off the desk, tears flowing freely from his eyes, his pitiful yells muffled. "Yes, take it you little shit. I warned you I was going to teach you a lesson." I don't give him a chance to adjust, this is his fault. He was the one who kept teasing me earlier, who got me hard and horny, he released my inner beast and now he's going to be the one to help me tame him. I push hard attempting to get further inside, but he's so tight I have to fist my shaft, to keep it straight. My fleshy battering ram tries to blow past his little body's defenses, and I'm lost between pain and pleasure. Little by little he gives, and it's truly a testament to how hard I am that I make it in, forcing my way until I'm fully rooted, the strength of my last big thrust scooting the desk under us. Holy shit, I've got one of my little students impaled on my adult cock... in my fucking classroom where anyone could walk in. My manly hips are pinning his tiny body under me as his warm and wet insides caress my perverted dick and I'm already ready to blow. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck. This is what happens when you tease your fucking teacher, I want you to remember that." I say as I start to thrust in and out, long dicking him at a brutal rhythm, chasing my own sweet release. I grab his shoulder and force his upper body back down, fucking him harder. His eyes go distant and he stops whining, accepting his fate as my living fuckhole. YES! My inner monster rejoices as I rip the fabric from his mouth and he takes deep sobbing breaths. He manages to stay quiet as he accepts the pounding that's far too much for his little body. He lifts his petite hand to his mouth in a soothing gesture and begins to suck his thumb, using it to stay quiet. Oh fuuuuck, that's hot. It drives the primal part of me crazy, he's my perfect partner. "Tell me you like my dick, boy." I demand as I continue to fuck him hard, writhing through every sensation as his velvety soft fuck tunnel strokes my needy cock. "I like your penis, Mr. B. It feels good in my butt," he admits robotically around his little digit. I know he's lying but my body doesn't care. Its fucking hot and it spurs me on. "Let's see if you learned anything today. Ugh, fuck, take my adult pedo dick, you're so fucking sexy around me." I crack before I can ask him a question, but it's true. Watching his little asshole stretch and take my entire cock has me panting. It should be impossible, the way his cheeks and hole stretch around me as I mercilessly rearrange his insides. I clear my throat and try again, "We have a box of 25 crayons, is that odd or even?" I ask, thinking back to his worksheet. "Odd." Oh good boy, I piston faster, I'm so fucking close. "Good job, and what shape were the wheels on the bus?" I ask, holding my breath, as pleasure whips its way down my spine, taking shape in my core. I'm past the point of no return, there is no stopping my release, it hangs impossibly heavy between us. "Circle," he cries, and my orgasm comes crashing down. "Yes, that's right,"I struggle to breathe out as waves of ecstasy crash over me, threatening to overwhelm my consciousness as my vision blurs. Oh fuck, YES! My hot cock shoots rope after rope of molten cum deep in his baby guts and I moan through gritted teeth as I leave a little part of me inside him, claiming him forever. I can now die a happy man. I barely stay standing, heavily leaning on the desk as I fight to remain inside him. My cock is rapidly deflating and I can feel my cum starting to leak down his delicate ass and taint. "The wheels are circles. Guess you did learn something today. Good job, you've earned my special milk. Do you feel that warmth inside of you? That's going to help you grow up big and smart like me... but you have to keep it between us." "Really?" he asks in a small voice, turning to look at me. "I promise I won't tell anyone!" I smile down at him, in a much more forgiving mood now that I've cum. I look at the clock, we've got about 4 minutes before the bell brings the other monsters back to the room. He smiles and I bend down to give him a "big boy kiss" with tongue. Its sloppy and enthusiastic, super fucking hot and real. I wish we had enough time to go again. I pull out of his tight ass and quickly bend to catch the hot load coming out of his hole before we make a mess I can't clean up. It's ambrosia, the earthy flavors exploding on my tongue. I hurry to share it with my new favorite student. He opens and greedily sucks it down, wanting to grow up big and smart. It pains me to pull away, but the clock is ticking. I help him pull his pants back on, pocketing his soiled underwear as a souvenir. He looks a little worse for wear and I catch him wincing as he sits delicately on his abused behind. I hope his parents don't notice anything weird. Shit, I didn't think this through. The bell rings and I fumble to put away my own dick, turning away from the door as students start to file in. I can see the happy stains on my crotch, a mix of juices from me and Spencer. I fall into the chair absolutely fucking wrecked from amazing sex... and the earlier field-trip. "Who wants to watch a movie?"