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 Special Tuition

   (Fb[12] Fdom b-1st cons hs teen ped)

   By Aaron Webster

   Opening Statements

   This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at
www.asstr.org/~aaronwebster/

   These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults,
teenagers, preteens and others.

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in.

   Finally: This story is a fantasy.  All characters are fictitious and I
in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors.  If
you are unable to differentiate between fantasy & reality, please don't
read this story.

   The Story (3,598 words)

   Friday, 8th September 2000.

   As soon as Adrian was precisely 1 minute late Felicity Kirkwood left her
office to go looking for him.

   Adrian was one of her special needs pupils.  Miss Kirkwood had worked
here for a week and Adrian was the only one of the pupils assigned to her
that she had not yet had a chance to meet.

   As the slim blonde teacher walked out across the playground at lunchtime
she drew stares from all around.  The boys drooled like Pavlov's dogs and
the girls looked on in envy.  With her slight figure and short skirts Miss
Kirkwood had already earned herself the nickname "Ally McBeal" from pupils
and staff alike.  Sceptical (female) members of staff had given her three
days at the most.  Hadn't her predecessor dropped out with a nervous
breakdown?  But they did not understand the mind that worked behind that
sweet elfin face.  Felicity's father had been a school headmaster, so had
her grandfather, and Felicity was set to go the same way.  She knew how the
teenage mind worked and had a masters degree in Psychology to prove it. 
And having four brothers meant that she was especially adept at how to
handle little boys.  Every girl wanted to be Miss Kirkwood and every boy
wanted to fuck her.

   Felicity Kirkwood watched Melanie Price & David Spence walk back across
the school field.  The pretty little 12 year old was rosy cheeked and
smiling as if she had just been fucked into a frenzy by her 15 year old
boyfriend.  The tarty little preteen was so in love.  Miss Kirkwood
wondered how the young girl would take it when she found out that her
boyfriend was just using her.

   Miss Kirkwood walked past Jannine & Wendy, two fat girls who took extra
lessons with her.  She glanced at them, but didn't break stride, leaving
them to wonder whether they should have said "hello", smiled, or just
ignored her.  The attractive teacher was disgusted by the fat girls.  Why
didn't the unhealthy bitches look after themselves?  Because they are too
stupid, she answered herself, that's why I'm stuck with them.  Miss
Kirkwood was convinced that Jannine and Wendy were a couple of lezzers. 
After all, no boy would fuck them, would they.  But the thought of those
two misshapen 13 year olds sumo wrestling in bed made her feel physically
sick.  So she forced the vile thought from her mind.

   Talking of silly fat sluts, the teacher thought as she scanned the
playground, there's Adrian's stupid sister.  Adrian's sister, Michelle was
8 months pregnant and ready to drop.  But that didn't stop the silly
slapper and her equally pregnant friend trying to chat up some year 10
boys. Miss Kirkwood wasn't particularly surprised.  When these teenagers
started playing at sex they didn't realise that they were opening Pandora's
box.  One juicy cock didn't make the craving go away.  It fed the craving
and made it worse.  But the girls wouldn't get any satisfaction here. 
Teenage boys might have a certain squeamish fascination with these baby
shaped lumps the girls carried around in front of them, but they certainly
wouldn't want to fuck them.  No these girls would have a long wait before
another cock reamed them out.

   "Michelle Moore!" the teacher called, once she had gotten within 20 feet
of the girls.

   "Yes Miss?" the ginger haired girl responded in shock.

   "Your brother was due in my office four minutes ago.  Have you seen
him?"

   "No Miss."

   "Miss," said one of the boys, the girls had been chatting to, "I saw him
in computer room 3, just now.  He was talking to some girls."

   "Thank you." the smart confident teacher turned on her heel and walked
away.

   "That's alright Miss.  Anytime." Then there was a wolf whistle and a
laugh.  Miss Kirkwood did not tense and she did not react.  The whistle was
quiet enough that she could pretend she had not heard it.  She did not know
who had whistled and if she tried to find, she would simply make herself
look stupid and she had to avoid that at any cost.

   When she reached computer room 3, the young teacher could indeed see a
ginger haired boy perched on the desk, talking to two young girls of about
13, who each sat at a computer, evidently trying to ignore him.

   "Adrian Moore." Miss Kirkwood stated.  the boy's head whipped round.

   "Yes, Miss?"

   "You were supposed to be in my office 10 minutes ago."

   "Yes, Miss.  Sorry, Miss.  I haven't got a watch."

   "Go there now.  I'll join you shortly."

   The 12 year old boy slid off the desk and hurried from the room.

   "Now," Miss Kirkwood addressed the two girls, "are you two supposed to
be in here?"

   "Yes Miss," said the pretty dark haired girl, "Mr Bradshaw said we could
come in here.  We're designing a website for computer studies."

   The blonde haired girl with her just nodded.  She was a pretty thing,
the teacher thought appreciatively, but with her glasses and her quietness,
she had geek-girl written all over her.

   "Alright," said Miss, "but the bell will be going in a minute, so you
had better pack up now."

   "Yes Miss.  Thank you Miss." said the girls in unison, glad to be rid of
the slight, but imposing teacher.

   Miss Kirkwood walked back to her office, confidently walking the
gauntlet of stares from the youngsters in the playground.  Picture them
naked, she told herself, if you ever feel uneasy.  She smiled at the
amusing thought that presented: Hundreds of little boy cocks, straining to
fill her.  Miss stifled a smirk and walked on.

   Adrian was waiting outside her office.  She unlocked the door and
motioned him in.

   "Sit down please," she instructed, "I will just be a minute."

   The young boy sat down in one of two vacant chairs by The teacher's desk
and Miss Kirkwood retrieved a memo pad from its place next to the phone."

   "Well then, Adrian," said his teacher, lifting one foot on to the vacant
chair and plopping the memo pad down on her knee, "first things first.  Can
you tell me the names of the two girls you were talking to over in the
computer room?"

   Adrian swallowed.  Having Miss's knee in such close proximity to him
meant that he could see under her skirt, where her creamy thighs...  He had
a sudden impulse to lift his school bag into his lap.

   "W-well M-Miss," the 12 year old stammered, "One was Marie Carver... 
and the other one was Victoria something."

   "Thank you.  I will check with Mr Bradshaw.  I'm sure that they had
permission, but it always pays to be sure.  Put your bag on the floor
please."

   "Yes, Miss," Adrian replied reluctantly.  He carefully put his bag down,
but kept leaning forward slightly, to conceal his throbbing hard on as much
as he could.

   The stunning teacher smiled to herself, then hitching up her skirt, she
perched on the edge of the desk in front of him.

   "Well, we are now a quarter of an hour late in starting," Miss
commented, picking up a file from the desk, "Now lets see what we have
here. You appear to be a perpetual truant, abusive to staff, and have the
reading age of an 8 year old."

   ""

   "But you're not actually stupid.  You just never turn up for lessons. 
Is that right?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "You have had a special tutor since last year, but you didn't turn up to
her lessons either."

   "No, Miss"

   "Why is that?"

   "Dunno, Miss.

   "Well, Miss Barker is no longer with us.  So you have a clean slate.  An
opportunity to redeem yourself.  If you turn up to my lessons, you will
succeed.  I do not like to fail and neither should you."

   "No, Miss."

   "Does the name Andrew Taylor mean anything to you?"

   The young boy stiffened.

   "You got into a fight with him at the end of last year, I believe."

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Why was that Adrian?"

   Adrian stared at the floor.

   "He was making fun of me 'cos I didn't have a girlfriend, Miss."

   "It says here, he called you a virgin."

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Are you a virgin?"

   "No, Miss!"

   "Then why would it upset you so much?"

   "I'm not, Miss."

   "You are 12 years old.  And therefore I am sure that you are a virgin.
Not only that, but so is Andrew Taylor."

   "How do you know, Miss?"

   "Have you ever seen him with a girlfriend?"

   "No, Miss."

   "Well, then, I rest my case.  There wasn't much point in getting into a
fight over that, was there?"

   "No, Miss."

   "Would you like me to seduce you?"

   "W-what, Miss?"

   "You have been staring at my legs for rather a long time now.  You have
a rather prominent erection.  I just wondered if you would like me to do
something about it?"

   "...Dunno, Miss."

   "'Dunno Miss'?  That's not very flattering.  I thought you didn't like
being a virgin."

   "No, Miss."

   "Well then," the blonde teacher leaned forward, so that the v-neck of
her blouse dropped to reveal the tempting breasts within, "if you were to
lay me down and fuck me across this desk, that would kind of solve the
problem wouldn't it?"

   "Y-yes, M-Miss," the nervous boy gulped, looking straight down his
teacher's top rather than meeting her gaze.

   "How does a little 12 year old schoolboy fantasise about his teacher, I
wonder?" Miss Kirkwood pondered aloud.  "Does he imagine her unzipping his
trousers, letting out his hard little cock and running her lips all over
it?" As the teacher asked the question, she reached down and cupped her
pupil's stiff little cock with her hand.  For Adrian, the sensation was
like nothing on earth.  Nobody except him had ever touched his cock like
that!  The feeling, as Miss held the centre of his desire in her hand, was
exquisite.

   "Or," Miss Kirkwood continued, "perhaps that is a little too
sophisticated.  Perhaps he imagines her doing a slow sensual striptease for
him, right here in her office." the teacher smiled as she felt Adrian's
hard cock squirm in response beneath her fingers.

   "Ah, that's what you want is it?" Miss Kirkwood asked.  The youngster
merely licked his parched lips in response.  Not trusting himself to
answer.

   "Very well," his teacher concluded, "lets try to make your fantasy a
reality, shall we?"

   With that, she slid gracefully off of the desk, walked around behind the
young boy's chair and then right round behind her desk, so that she was
facing him again.  Then Miss Kirkwood carefully removed her jacket and
placed it over the back of her chair.  Next the slim blonde teacher
continued back round in front of the desk, so that she stood next to the
boy again and leaning forward, she began to gently stroke her nipples with
the index fingers of each hand through the material of her cream blouse. 
Adrian simply stared, too dazed to think.  His gorgeous teacher took hold
of the index finger of his right hand and pressed it to her breast, so that
he could feel the hard bud of her nipple beneath.  Then she put his finger
into her mouth and mimed fellating it.  Although on one level he possibly
didn't understand what she was doing, on a deeper level his cock throbbed
in response.  The teacher smiled.  She loved to fuck with young boy's
minds.

   Miss Kirkwood started to slowly unbutton her blouse.  The excited boy
swallowed in anticipation.  As the last button came undone, The teacher
reached back and ran her fingers through her long straight hair, so that
the blouse parted to reveal the lacy black bra beneath.  The horny young
boy breathed heavily.  What she was wearing, everything she was doing, it
was designed to be a schoolboy's wet dream.  He hoped he wouldn't wake up.

   Miss pushed her shoulders back and shimmied out of the blouse, letting
it glide to the floor behind her.  Then she leaned forward, her cupped
hands helping the lacy push-up bra to present her breasts to the 12 year
old boy's face.

   "What do you think I'm wearing under my skirt, Adrian?" His teacher
asked.

   The boy just gulped and shook his head.  But when, after an eternity, no
answer came, he eventually ventured a "Dunno, Miss."

   "Well then, shall we find out?"

   Then, still leaning over him, Miss Kirkwood took the year 8 boy's hand
in her own and reached back under her short brown skirt.  Adrian started in
shock, as his fingers encountered a sticky substance amid the springy hairs
of Miss Kirkwood's pussy.  The teacher smiled knowingly.

   "That's right," she said I'm not wearing anything under my skirt." With
that she sat down on the young boy's lap, straddling his torso with her
legs.  The weight of the teacher's body crushed down on Adrian's erection,
but the warmth from her pussy made him feel strangely warm also.  The
special needs teacher reached her arms behind her pupil's neck and pulled
his head forward into her breasts.  She ran her fingers through his ginger
hair and rolled his head, so that it stimulated her titties.

   "You can undo my bra if you like, Adrian," she said, "you will find the
clasp at the back."

   The boy reached awkwardly round, his face still buried in Miss's
cleavage.  He fumbled and found the catch, but his inexperience showed as
he pulled awkwardly at it, unable to operate the simple mechanism.  Soon he
was wrenching it back and forth.  Miss didn't mind, she laughed to herself
at his simple-minded desperation, whilst enjoying the tugging sensations
that stimulated her nipples.  And as she rocked back and forth on Adrian's
crotch, Miss enjoyed the sensation from that region as well.

   Eventually, the clasp came free, and the wanton teacher released the
young boy's head, so that her breasts tumbled free as the lacy black bra
fell away.

   Would you like to lick my nipple?" Miss Kirkwood asked.  Adrian nodded
eagerly.  "Go on then." The teacher pulled his head back towards her once
again.

   The nervous boy's lips touched tentatively down on the tip of his
teacher's nipple.

   "Take it into your mouth." Miss Kirkwood encouraged.  The obedient boy
did so.

   "Now suck." Adrian sucked gently.

   "Harder than that." Adrian sucked like a nursing infant.

   "Harder." Adrian pulled Miss to him and sucked hard.

   "Harder!" Miss ordered, and Adrian bit down onto Miss's nipple and
sucked for all he was worth.

   "Ahh!" Miss gasped, as pleasure mixed harshly with pain, "That's it! 
Keep going!"

   Adrian sucked for all he was worth, whilst his teacher quivered and
cupped her other breast with her remaining hand.

   Eventually, Miss Kirkwood pushed her pupil away.  One nipple had a
bright red bite mark upon it.  The 31 year old teacher composed herself and
still straddling the 12 year old's lap, she started to undo his school tie.
Nervously, he watched her fingers work.  So this was it, he realised, he
really was going to fuck Miss.  She removed the school tie from around the
young boy's neck and pulled it carefully across her breasts and then the
blonde teacher pulled it up under them, as if they needed weighing, before
she finally dropped it onto the floor, to mingle with items of her own
clothing.

   Next Miss Kirkwood began to unbutton her pupil's shirt.  Slowly and
precisely.  Adrian felt the cool air on his body as Miss pushed the open
white school shirt off of his shoulders and onto the floor.  The slim
blonde woman touched a single finger to Adrian's hairless schoolboy chest
and ran it gently down towards his belly (where it tickled) and further
down towards his abdomen (where it had quite a different reaction).

   Then The teacher got up from Adrian's lap and sat effortlessly back up
on the desk in front of him.  Miss Kirkwood's breasts jiggled pleasingly as
she moved.  Adrian looked down at his lap where Miss had left a sticky damp
patch in the place where Adrian's trousers tented over his erection.

   The gorgeous teacher reached out a perfect stocking clad leg and flicked
off one shoe (high heeled of course).  Then she stretched out her other leg
and did the same.  Miss Kirkwood lifted her leg high into the air and
unhooked one black stocking from the suspender belt beneath her skirt.  The
stocking slid smoothly down The teacher's leg, which she now bent and
pulled to her.  The young boy gazed beneath his teacher's skirt at her
revealed sex, whilst she repeated the process, with the other stocking.

   "Would you like to fuck me now?" Miss Kirkwood asked, sitting on her
desk now, naked but for her short brown skirt.

   Adrian nodded dumbly.

   "Well then, you had better take your trousers off then, hadn't you?"

   Adrian did not need to be asked twice.  Eagerly he yanked at his
trousers, pulling them down and (thankfully!) tugging his shoes and socks
off also.  Having done that the young boy felt suddenly shy and tried to
cover his cock with his hands.  Miss Kirkwood gently reached out to him and
pulled his arm away, to reveal the youngster's protruding boyhood. 
Adrian's hairless cock was just four inches long, but solid with desire. 
Wordlessly, Miss helped Adrian up onto the desk beside her and kissed him.

   Immediately, The teacher felt her pupil's tongue plunge clumsily into
her mouth, but she repaid his hard thrusts with gentle licks, and pulled
him down onto her.  For the first time, Adrian felt the thrill of touching
a naked woman's flesh as Miss Kirkwood's hard nipples grazed his hairless
chest.  The special needs teacher guided her young charge between her legs
and then lifted the hem of her skirt, to guide his eager puppy-dog prick
into her warm depths.

   The eager schoolboy pushed through the cosy folds of his teacher's
enveloping cunt.  Instinctively, he began to thrust in and out, acting on a
deep urge to propagate his seed.  The teacher writhed pleasurably under the
youngster's thrusts.  In her experience young boys often didn't cum without
considerable help, despite their eager thrusts.  Nervous fear of failing
acted against them.  So she lay back for what she hoped would be a long
pleasurable ride - after all, Adrian didn't know that most men shot their
load within minutes of entering a desirable woman.

   On and on the young boy thrust.  There was no artistry to it, no
sensitivity.  The 12 year old was simply enjoying to the full an experience
that he had never had before.  And Miss Kirkwood was enjoying the
continuous ripples of pleasure that the little boy sent through her.  He
was like a sex-toy in his consistency, but a sex-toy made of warm flesh, a
sex-toy that worshipped her.  He was exquisite and the lusty teacher had to
bite back the shrieks of orgasm that threatened to engulf her, with even
this inexperienced lover.

   But all good things must have an end and after many minutes had passed
Miss Kirkwood felt the young boy's strokes grow more urgent as that
mounting pleasure within his cock moved inexorably towards its climax. 
Adrian was breathing heavily and thrusting hard now, when suddenly The
teacher clamped down with her vaginal muscles.  Adrian stopped in surprise.
Then he tried to push again, but found that the tunnel that had seemed so
welcoming suddenly had him trapped.

   "Do I have your attention now?" Miss asked quietly.

   Adrian looked at her dumbly.

   "Before I let you finish, I have something that I would like to say to
you," his teacher continued.  "I take it that you have enjoyed our lesson
this afternoon?"

   The young boy nodded.

   "Good.  Now let me make one thing very clear.  If you ever breathe a
word of this to another living soul, you will never stick your disgusting
little cock up my hot welcoming hole ever again.  If you tell your friends
about this, they won't believe you anyway.  But I will hear about it and I
won't be very pleased.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "It will be our little secret."

   "Yes, Miss."

   "If you are good and you attend all of your lessons with me and you do
your homework well, then you may have many more lessons like these. 
Because if you a successful, then I am successful.  And that makes me glad.
And generous.

   "Yes, Miss."

   "But if you fail to turn up, or your are absent from your other lessons,
or you get into fights, or you don't do homework, then I will have failed.
And I don't like to fail.  And I might not feel that I want to reward your
cock, if that is the case.  Do we understand each other?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Good.  Now one last thing.."

   "Yes, Miss?"

   "Just remember who is in control here.  You are not fucking me.  I am
fucking you."

   With that the schoolboy felt his teacher's vaginal muscles suck at his
still hard knob, pulling it into her and pushing it out.  The 12 year ild
didn't have to move at all, it was as if Miss had a secret pair of lips
down there that were sucking and stimulating his cock at every point along
the shaft.  Milking him...  Stroking him...  Tasting him...

   With a gasp Adrian felt his cum being sucked out of him, emptying him in
a pleasurable surge like nothing he had ever felt before.

   "I love you, Miss..." He gasped at last.

   "I know you do." His teacher replied.

   Dramatis Personae
Stars:

   Felicity Kirkwood Adrian Moore

   Guest Stars: Marie Carver Jannine Davies Annette Denning Victoria Graham
Derek Grant Wendy Hunt Michelle Moore Melanie Price David Spence
Mentioned:

   Cheryl Barker Richard Bradshaw Gordon Kirkwood James Kirkwood Andy
Taylor

   (C) Aaron Webster March 2001
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