Into my forties, alone since Julie left for a younger model, life seemed empty, my job was all I had left. A lesbian primary school teacher, a lonely, loveless life lay ahead, I ached for the touch of a woman, and I was becoming desperate. After school one March evening, the Head called me into her office informing me that I was to have a student with me, starting in June. The Head then proceeded to tell me that the student had done badly on her previous two Teaching Practices, and was in danger of failing,and not qualifying as a teacher. It turned out that the girls mother had been a college friend of my boss, and between them they had got Amy into this school for her final T.P.
As the most experienced teacher, I was given the job of ensuring that Amy did not fail, and for that,my boss would be eternally grateful. She knew of my inclinations and gave me knowing smile as she passed me Amy's file. It became clear that Amy truly was a lost cause, it looked like I'd got my work cut out, the photograph on the first page of the file looked promising though! I found myself flicking the file open on a number of occasions over the weeked, to look at Amy's pretty face. Her photograph made her look about forteen, pretty but young. I masturbated twice on the Saturday, and three more times on the Sunday as I gazed at the tiny photograph of Amy Cavanagh. I rose early on the Monday morning, the day of Amy's first school visit. I was excited about the the thought of seeing her in the flesh, but ready for the disappointment of her not living up to her tiny photograph!
At eleven o'clock the Head brought her up to my classroom and introduced her as Miss Cavanagh who would soon be working with them. I was transfixed, Amy lived up to her photograph - and more!! She ooked about forteen, a bit over five feet tall, dark hair, dressed as if her mother had done it, with tweed skirt, Marks and Spencer cardigan and thick black tights. I was looking beyond her clothes however, and began to feel a damp patch developing in my pants. She had a tiny, but perfectly formed frame, with small, pert breasts, and a tight little bottom to die for!! I knew then I had to have her, but in all my previous history I had been the pursued, could I cut it as the pursuer? Thankfully circumstances presented me with a dream scenario.
Amy worked hard in her preparatory work for her T.P.and I enjoyed the chance to get close to her. I persuaded her not to wear tweed skirts and M & S cardigans to school, and her dress sense pleased me, she looked all the more inviting. Her Teaching Practice began on the 9th of June, the day the Heavens smiled on me!! Amy had real problems controlling the class. Perhaps I should have gone in, but all her credibility with the class would have disappeared if I did, and so I waited till home time to find Amy. I found her after a search, crying in the ladies. I put my arms around her as she sobbed uncontrollably, enjoying her fragrance as she trembled in my arms. She told me of her terrible day between sobs, and that she didn't want to disgrace her mother (a headteacher in Newcastle) by failing. Evil thought rushed into my head as I lifted her sobbing chin so that our eyes met. Then I asked her the big question, just how badly did she want to pass?
Her answer was all I'd hoped and dreamt of...."I'll do anything....." she sobbed. I saw my chance and pulled her between my stiffening breasts. I waited a moment to let her blubbing cease, marvelling at the fragrance of her hair, indeed her. Her trembling ceased and I asked her if she meant "anything." The frightened yet cofused look in her eyes confirmed the answer "Yes." I realised it was now or never, so I set to work. I raised her chin again but this time as our eyes met I kissed her full on the mouth. A protest was stifled as my tongue thrust deep into her mouth. For a few moments she stiffened in my arms, but she softened as my hand began to stroke her bottom. reluctantly I pulled my lips from hers, but as I pulled away Amy reattatched herself to my lips, thrusting her owm tongue deep into my own mouth. My hands set to work hoisting up Amy's skirt so I could finally enjoy the feel of her firm ass. It felt wonderful, but I was struggling to get my thumbs under her tights and pants and pull them down.
Amy sensed my frustration and stepped back, put her hands behind her head and invited me to get to it. I knelt in front and pushed my nose into her bush, sniffing the intoxicating scent of woman..Her tights and pants held other aromas, a little sweat, a little pee and a stronger smell yet as my nose pushed against the fabric in the quest for her tight butt hole. As I rubbed her pussy through her underwear I suddenly became aware of how wet she was. I looked up to see her head rolling and mouth moaning, with her hands still behind her head. I called her name but Amy was elsewhere!!! Taking my chance, I whipped her tights and pants off, with Amy helping by kicking her size two shoes off. I led her into the toilet cubicle and clicked the door lock to "engaged."
As I turned, the sight of Amy sat on the toilet, legs apart, skirt riding up almost made me come on the spot. I gathered myself quickly and I heard my teachers voice telling her to "Get the rest off..." To my joy she smiled, stood and unzipped her skirt,letting it fall at the side of the toilet bowl. At last her pussy was in view, and what a turn on it was with just a light covering of downy, soft dark hair. I pushed her back onto the toilet spreading her legs as I did so. I plunged my face into Amy's girlish bush with abandon, kissing,licking and sucking furiously. My sucking and slurping, and Amy's moaning were getting a bit loud, someone might hear, so with reluctance I pulled my tongue out of her honey pot. It made a low "pop" as I pulled it out. Teacher's voice took over again telling Amy to put her skirt back on and put her coat on, looking innocent, if a bit sweaty and wind blown. I took down my coat from the rack, slipped Amy's pants into the pocket and we slipped onto car park.
In a blur we drove away, I needed to get somewhere quickly so that I could get my mouth back into her pussy again.We ended up in a lay by on a nearby by-pass, in broad daylight, but I didn't care any more. We got in the back of my car and her coat and skirt were off in seconds. Her pussy had dried a little, and her downy hairs were a little matted but my tongue soon had things as they were. As I ate her I started to unbutton her blouse and soon I had moved up her body to kiss between her breasts wetting the fabric of her bra. I felt some resistance as I began to undo her bra, but with persistence, it fell loose. As I went forward to shift the limp bra, a hand stopped me. "You won't laugh?" pleaded Amy. I smiled and took the bra away- as a number of tissues fell from inside the cups. Before me, in the back seat of my Ford Capri, Amy folded her arms across herself, begging me to stop. Teacher's comforting voice took over here as I put my head on her lap telling her everything was fine. As the light bgan to fade Amy's arms weakened, finally giving me access to her breasts. Amy was twenty-two, but had a body less developed than some of my eleven year olds..and it totally turned me on. I sucked noisily at her immature top as I came over and over in waves of pleasure. Her liittle tits must have been red raw by the time I'd finished, but I headed south to finish her pussy off. For a second time a hand stopped me, only this time the hand began to undo my blouse. The little hand trembled and so I helped undress myself, but rather selfishly Iet Amy struggle with my bra and knickers....the sensation was wonderful.
Amy quckly showed her learning skills as she sucked my twat until I begged for mercy. With four fingers in my pussy and two more in my ass, Amy made me come like no one before. There wasn't really room to '69' in the back of my car but we managed. Amy was a brilliant pupil. She learned how to do everything to keep me sweet. I sorted out the miscreants in class and Amy passed with flying colours. Our 'extra curricular' work continued at lunchtimes and in the evenings back at my flat.I'll take some credit for Amy's development, as within six months of moving in with me her bra size went from 30AA to 32B, AND iI lost two stone in weight. Explain that!!
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