Need 2 Succeed

I was the typical primary school teacher, but one of the few men in the job in this area. At a staff meeting in early May, the crusty old head informed me that I've to have a student, mainly because of problems with her original school. I leave feeling rather put apon, because students were always hard work, particularly as I always did my best for them ( remembering how tough my own Teaching Practices had been.) Shirley arrived two weeks later, for the first of her four preliminary visits. She was a petite, pretty student,looking facially as young as some of my eleven year olds, but I couldn't fail to appreciate her gorgeous little tits, as well as her beautifully sculpted little ass. At this stage though my thoughts toward her were ' fatherly ' as I was keen for the youngster to do well with my class. By the time of her second visit however my thought patterns were 'a changing. The subtle aroma of her perfume, the special scent of her make up, shampoo etc had me virtually hypnotised. On her final pre - visit she changed into her gym kit to join in our athletics practice. God she was perfect ! The tiny beads of sweat that developed on her cleavage in her open topped shirt nearly blew me away. The magical way her ass filled her little shorts...The slight bobbing of her little tits when she ran...It was hard to disguise my burgeoning ' stiffy' as I watched her lead the lesson. I'm sure she was innocent as to her effects on me, but I found myself following her every move on the track. This girl was going to be well worth risking my job for, and I decided on that sporty afternoon that getting into her knickers was to be my top priority. Whether or not I'd get an opportunity was doubtful, but I 'd decided to give it my best shot.. I was hardly endowed with film star looks or Arnie's body, but I think I was a pretty good class teacher, but how would I cut it as a mentor/predator??
Shirley was visibly shy during her visits, and very nervous, lacking any confidence with either the kids or the other teachers. To me she was stunningly pretty, which was a big plus in this job, and I couldn't fathom why she was so insecure..She listened carefully to any advice and comments I gave regarding her impending T.P., on one occasion promising that she'd do all that she could not to disappoint me.( A mistake, if ever there was one..) Shirley's preparation work was excellent however. I'd got myself a hard working student, and with a bit more confidence I was sure she'd do pretty well. I sat very close to her as we checked her planning work the night before her teaching spell began. I wanted to touch her very badly but ' bottled' out' when the appropriate moment arrived. I realised that my own self confidence as regards Shirley was low...Getting her tweed skirt off and undoing her spotless blouses seemed fated to be one of my fantasies..
Within two days of her full time teaching stint beginning however, fate played me a wonderful hand. Half a dozen or so of the more unpleasant members of the class saw Shirley's total ' niceness' as weakness, and took their chance to misbehave, and Shirley began to find the whole teaching experience very difficult. Her college tutor arrived for his first visit...and amused he was not!! Apparently Shirley all but failed her second T.P. and did little better on her first Practice. She was now at the "Last Chance Saloon." Failure was looming for her and the tutor seemed to relish telling her so.
At home time I cornered Shirley as she tried to slink away. To cut a long story short it transpired our Shirley was a teacher's daughter, training to follow in ' Mummy's' footsteps, and keep Daddy happy at the same time. Even her long term boyfriend was a trainee teacher. Poor Shirley, twenty years old, destinied to a life to which she was totally unsuited. As an only child however, she had little experience, or confidence of dealing with children. Having unburdened all her personal secrets to me, she burst into tears, shaking violently as she blubbed. She sobbed about "Having to pass." She pulled in close and slipped her arms around my waist, still blubbing. Evil thoughts were quickly zipping round my head, would I be able to take advantage of the situation presenting itself to me? I'd surely never get a better chance.
I put one hand under her chin and eased her head up until her eyes meet mine. I explained reassuringly that she was a hard working student, and that between us we could probably make the T.P. work. I said rather matter of factly to her that she had it in her power to guarantee success in the school. A confused look crossed her pretty face... It was now or never for me, so taking a deep breath I slipped my spare hand onto her skirt, rucking the fabric, tracing the cleft of her trim little bottom. I'd waited such a long time for this moment...I looked into her pretty eyes, enjoying ther panic flashing in them. She tried to pull away, but I had her in a tighter grip by then. In my best ' Masterful voice,' I asked her just how badly she wanted to pass, burrowing my finger hard into the crease at the back of her skirt. I reminded her quite clearly that I could solve her problems for her ' If she played the game.' I let my other hand gravitate up from her bottom, up to her neck, and then slowly lower to her little tits..The woolen jumper prevented me from doing too much, but it felt so good to be in control. Even through her jumper I could tell that she didn't have much up top but God it felt firm, truly wonderful! I released her from the grip, taking a small breast in each hand. ' Well...Do you want my help?' were my only words. Her stony face told me that she wasn't enjoying her one to one tutorial very much, but her discomfort simply fuelled the raging hard on that I'd developed. She stuttered and mumbled something, but I wasn't listening. I was kneading those little tits hard by now, ignoring her yelps of discomfort. I then headed south, and began to stroke and pinch her tight little bottom again, this time with a lot more force. I pulled her more tightly to me. I could see the hopeless resignation in her troubled eyes...the girl was mine.. I marched her firmly into my stockroom.Once inside, I closed the door, eased her against the painted wall and slipped my hands back onto her perfect ass, but this time I forced my way up her skirt, roughly hoisting the tweed material above her waist, trapping it between her ass and the wall. Now I could get full, unrestricted access to that trim little ass. Her grey tights were summorarily yanked to her knees, and then off her trim ankles, dragging her sandals with them. I knelt triumphantly in front of her. She had plain white pants on, giving off the most exquisite fragrance, but her soft, fluffy pubes were clearly visible through the flimsy material. I licked and kissed the little bush through the pants. I looked up to find her apprehensive face, with wide eyes spinning wildly. I took my chance and pulled her dampened underwear down to her ankles. Shirley's submission was now complete as she lifted one foot, and then the other to assist in the final removal of her underwear. I held the little triagle to my nose before skimming the tiny panties onto the dusty floor. I began to nibble at her exposed, spittle dampened pussy, and for the first time the hint of a breathy gasp reassured me she was fully aware of my efforts. Shirley certainly wasn't enjoying it, but I could sense an air of grim resignation about her.
She clearly wasn't totally at ease with the situation, but the wetness
and taste of her intimate, spit lubed little triangle, confirmed her grudging
acceptance of my efforts Her pussy was oh so tight, but soon I had it well
lubricated. but two of my fingers were a tight fit, ' Not so many visitors
here' was my mental note as I dropped my trousers and boxers ready to give
her one . All my fantasies were being fufilled...and I was loving it ! I
hauled up her woolen top, before I yanked her little bra aside. The sight
that met my eyes was yet another personal dream. Small, barely formed tits,
topped with sharp, pink, boy - like nipples...WOW! I took the little buds,
one at a time , between my lips and then my teeth, nibbling and biting her
roughly. More high pitched yelps further fuelled my lust as I feasted on her
tiny ' nips.' I marvelled at how hard they became, and how quickly they did
so. Shirley's small hands gave up trying to push me away, eventually easing
my head and shoulders more forcefully to work on her flat little 'chest.' To
my absolute joy she finally started to take a fuller part in affairs. I
eased her away from the wall, allowing her crushed skirt to flop to the
floor. ' Time to get down to business ' I grinned at her.. Witth my hands
on her shoulders I forced her, gently, to her knees..There was little
struggle left in her. My rigid cock was pushing hard into her face. 'Lunch
- time' was my rather childish comment, and it didn't make Shirley laugh. She
pulled back her face from my steaming member, before tearfully admitting
that. "I've never done this properly before." I wasn't lstening, and my
steel hard cock silenced her protestations as it drove deeply into her
throat. . As a virgin cock sucker ?? Shirley was brilliant at it, she was
certainly a quicl learner I thought to myself. Sadly, and to my
embarrassment I came very quickly in her mouth. She MOST CERTAINLY had done
this before !! Shirley didn't enjoy having a mouthful pumped into her throat though as I came big style in that hot little mouth. The poor kid was retching.. but luckily her discarded pants were nearby on the floor.It was a real turn on watching her dabbing her mouth with her own pants. My cock stiffened again,brushing Shirley's hair. Small flecks of come were dotted in her dark locks. "Top Off' I growled, trying to sound as macho as possible.. and she quickly obeyed, removing her crumpled, woolen jumper..her last article of clothing.. Her submission was complete.. She now stood naked before me, beads of sweat on her forehead and in her neat cleavage, trying desperately trying to cover her modesty. Sadly her thin arms and tiny hands stood no chance of saving her embarrassment. I now knew how vulnerable she must have been feeling and that she'd do whatever I asked just for it to be over..
Shirley must have thought it was all over, but my cock showed no sign of softening. I stood her up and sat her on the empty end of the computer table.I spread her legs wide and munched into her sweaty little bush. I didn't feel inclined to dwell there too long though, the smell and taste were not totally to my liking...Besides...my little cherry was ripe for plucking. I manfully tried, but I was having a hard time forcing my rigid pole into her. It was not easy. I was not widely experienced, particularly with one so tight and inexperienced, and on top of that I' d dried up, and so had Shirley. .Quite unreasonably I turned on her, blaming her for my inability to finish her off. In all probability her trembling body was the main contributory factor. Shirleys reddened face told me all... "I've not gone all the way before ...sorry...." blurted Shirley, her lips starting to tremble again. For the first time in my life I was the ' expert,' and the ball was in my court. A wicked idea flashed into my head." There is a way we can do this, and you could stay a virgin for that precious boyfriend of yours...And you could make me REALLY happy.'.....' You could save all of this' , I crowed, slapping her precious, firm little ass, ' for your poxy boyfriend...Though it'll be wasted on him." And that was my intriguing proposition. A quizzical look crossed her pretty face. "How can I possibly do that?" she said pleadingly. "Trust Me..." I heard myself say. With that I turned her around on the computer desk so that her lovely bottom was facing me. I eased my cock up against the crack of her bottom. I'd often fantasised about doing this, and now my chance was at hand. Anal sex...probably best NOT tried first time with such a tight young ass hole...but what the hell!! This was the ass to die for..and I was way past caring. A frightened look filled her face as she looked over her shoulder at me. "You're not...not going THERE are you?? ..Please don't" But it was too late, I was already rubbing spit onto my throbbing shaft. I told her threateningly that hers was my first EVER ass fuck...and that she'd best hope I made a good job of it.. I looked down, adoringly at that beautiful ass. No one could ever meaningly hurt such a beautiful thing I thought..The ass hole was usually a threatening dark colour ( It was in my limited experience with other girls anyway..) ShIrley on the other hand, had an enticing fresh pink rosebud, and I bent over automaticaslly, enthusistically burying my bristly face into her baby soft ass crack. I kissed and licked her most private place, luxuriating in the unique, strong, bitter taste...and pungent aromas, as well as the young ladies uncomfortable groans and nervous squirmings. .Much more appetising to me than her woolly, rather immature pussy.. This was the icing on the perfect cake. Her trembling, gasping, sobbing, breathy reaction, indicated that I'd really hit the spot.She was arosed..but terribly self conscious and uncomfortable...Shirley tried to turn round but I had a firm grip on her hips. A finger quickly joined my tongue, deep in her delicate ass ring. She was now crouched perfectly in position, and I knew the time was here... Her bottom was slacker, as she'd unwittingly relaxed. My spit lubricant made things quite slippier. My dick was so hard now that once I'd managed to ease my cock head into her tight little slot, three or four hard shoves saw me breech that perfect, pink ring. .Her whole body stiffened as her delicate skin stretched, and then tore as I impaled her.. I gave no thought to my young student...This was a magical moment for me. Shirley writhed and howled,but I didn't really care. Her pained wailing went on for quite a while, but eventually she realised ther hopelessness of her situation. and as I hammered away, her ass gradually slackened...leaving my cock about threequarters of the way in. Grudgingly she began moving in rythym with me. I reached forward and began kneading her tiny breasts with my brown, soiled fingers, and they stiffened quickly again in my sticky hands. As I neared my climax Shirley looked back at me...That glazed, hopeless, pained look in her eyes was priceless. I reached down , watching those troubled eyes widen further as first one..then two..and finally three of my fingers eased into her hot, tight, unprotected pussy. . My rigid cock and frantic fingers hammered away at her hot little hole, and finally all my cock was buried deeply in that hot little ass. . Having recently only just shot a load in her throat, I was quite a while coming for a second time. Eventually though I managed it, pumping a second prodigious load into her sticky bottom. My cock was a sorry mess of blood,shit and come when with a ' pop' I pulled it out. Shirley's lovely pink rosebud was no more. Her ass ring was now flecked with dark browny red blood, and thee once delicate skin glowered back angrily with a bright red glow.. Her ass looked tattered and sore... but Ifelt great.. Shirley silently got painfully off the table. I reached down from the table and picked up her soiled pants from the floor. I used the tiny garment to smear some of the stains from my cock. I still have those pants today, and even some five years on, the aroma of them I still intoxicates me. Shirley needed lots of help to pass her T.P..To be honest she was a poor teacher, and she knew it. I had to work really hard that month to make sure she passed.
Each time I needed to ' rescue' her I smiled...repayment was so gratifying. When her tutor appeared I magically spirited the problem kids away on the pretext of ' doing a job.' It was hard work on my part, sometimes twice a day..But the reward was always well worth it. Access to that lovely little frame was worth almost anything..Shirley's lovely little body, soft mouth, tight pussy and incredible ass - hole, ensured her success in my classroom. Every school day ended up with her spreadeagled on my computer table, in the quiet of my storecupboard. Every evening I insisted that we celebrated her latest successful day. She did what she had to do to pass the test. She never enjoyed it...but learned to tolerate it. I was envious of her absent boyfriend, and was glad I never met him. Shirley would have such a lot to offer him. It had been demeaning and painful for her at first, learning her ' tricks,' but her efforts were sure to be appreciated by her husband to be. . Her mouth and beautiful bottom bought her that success in school, and were a certainty to fuel a pretty athletic marriage.. I faithfully kept my part of the bargain..keeping the kids in order whenever her tutor appeared. Her part of the bargain was never to say no..Delightfully she had a ' rocky' third week of her practice. Payment for help here was the ultimate...I took her from the front..robbing her erstwhile boyfriend of his greatest prize., and what a prize..just as tight as her wonderful bottom. It was the summer hols at the end of her practice...God I needed that rest. I had to use Drapolene cream on my sensitive bits, due to abrasive pounding it had dished out!! I never saw Shirley again, she scuttled out of school on the last day with no goodbyes. I missed my little slave when we returned to school after the break, but sometimes in quiet moments I get a peverse mental flash - back of her perfect little ass bobbing in front of me on the computer table, like when we were doing our extra curricular work. I still dream of the day when another student in distress might come my way..One day maybe..One day............My wife still thinks that my sudden ' ass fixation,' was some kind of mid - life crisis..If only she knew..She was a good sport however and willingly spread it for me...Sadly though every time I'm giving he wife's ample ass a seeing to, I close my eyes...and I'm doing Shirley again.. Still..I've got another student this year...Haven't seen her yet...I live in hope.........