Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2011 12:53:34 +0100 From: stuart slater 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.