I love when my favorite student does things to get in my good books. Like making sure the board is clean when I walk into the class. Completing all her work on time but still acting dumb, just so I can talk down to her. But I especially love when she doesn’t tell anyone about how I reward her for acing her tests. Sometimes after hours, sometimes during lunch.
She doesn’t question when I ask her to get on my lap so I can give her her reward.
I start with a ruler, just rubbing it up and down between her little legs under her skirt. She just looks back at me with those puppy eyes, nodding her head in yes, when I ask her if she likes her reward. Of course she does, she’s my favorite student for a reason. Then I take her own hands in mine, and guide them under her skirt and make her take off her panties. I stuff them in her mouth and cover it up with one of my hands as my other hand starts to wander on her fresh unmarked body. I grab her tiny waist and rock her against my growing bulge from on top of my pants as she closes her eyes and just takes it like an obedient student. She’s not old enough to understand what the word molest means yet but when I ask her if she likes being molested by her favorite teacher, she lets out a tiny exhale “Yes, Mr. Whitman” and her hairless pussy gets even more stickier. That’s enough to get me feral and part her lips with my fingers and sink them inside her. She flails around a little bit, slapping at my forearm to take them out but her kiddie cunt feels too good for me to stop. So I don’t.
But time is running against us. The other kids will be here soon once lunch time is over. So I hurriedly unzip my pants, and lay her down right on my desk, her hands pinned above her head as I line up my throbbing cock up with her pink, glistening pussy. At this point doubt starts to creep in her eyes.
“I don’t think it’s gonna fit inside me, Mr. Whitman”, she says with fear in her voice. Not fear of being caught, but the fear of having to disappoint her favorite teacher.
“That’s why I’m gonna be gentle with you little one. We need to stretch it out so you can be a big girl. You wanna be a big girl, don’t you?”
And before she can answer, I slide in my aching tip inside her slick hole. She lets out a loud squeal and arches her back. But I don’t stop. I have less than 5 minutes to use her kiddie hole and give my favorite student her ultimate reward. Her favorite teacher’s seed in her little doll parts. So I cover her mouth with my hands and push myself in and out hastily. I hold her head in my hands as I open her slit further to make room for my cock but it won’t go any further without force. I grab her by her pigtails and push past the barrier. She shrieks momentarily and convulses around my cock, oscillating between pleasure and pain but thankfully it coincides with the bell going off. Her little unused pussy feels so tight against my cock that I can’t hold it in anymore. I fill her cunt up with my seed, falling on top of her, like a weighted blanket, rutting against her hole, crushing her under my weight.
When I get up, I see her smiling ear to ear. I don’t have to ask because that means she likes the present her teacher gave her. She asks for her panties back.
“Thank you for the reward, Mr. Whitman. I loved it. Can I have my undies back, please? Class is about to start.”
“No. You did such a good job. I want you to keep feeling your favorite teacher’s cum dripping down your thighs as a reminder of how well you did. You can take your undies back after school from me in my car. Oh, and look at the camera on my laptop and say Hi to your father who watched you get your reward live.”
