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Changing Rooms

She was in the Upper Sixth, in her last term at school and I had been her PE teacher for the last 2 years. She was young, blond and pretty, with long slim legs that looked great in her sports shorts. I had taught her tennis and archery in the summer months and hockey in the winter. Of all the girls in the Upper Sixth she was the one who had captured my imagination, she was the one I had wanted to get alone in the changing rooms and fuck hell out of. But I was her teacher and it was more than my job was worth to even attempt it. She knew of course that I fancied her, she flirted and teased, gave me the come on and then the brush off, playing with me. I guess I made it easy for her because I wanted her so much. And now it was the last lesson of the year, the last time I would see her. Perhaps it was just as well.

When the girls came out on to the field that day, I didn't see her at first. She was usually at the front of the group, running up to me all long legs and bouncing tits, her t shirt always looking a bit too small as it rode up over her stomach, her shorts always sitting on her hips instead of her waist, and so short they showed just a peek of the rounded cheeks or her lovely arse. But today she was trailing along at the back and I noticed she was limping. I went over to her, saw her ankle was heavily strapped.

'Why Carole, whatever have you done?'

'Just a silly sprain Mr Johns, nothing serious, but it does mean I won't be able to play today, I'll just have to sit and watch, and this our last lesson too!'

The rest of the girls ran out to the tennis courts, leaving Carole and I alone.

'You'd better go and sit over by the Pavilion then. I'll come and check on you if I get the chance'.

'I do hope so Mr Johns'

Was that a wicked smile on her face or did I just imagine it? I had a student teacher with me that day, which made life a bit easier, and I set her the task of organising the other girls into doubles matches while I jogged back to the Pavilion to check on Carole. 'How on earth did you do this Carole?' I asked. But she didn't give me a direct reply.

'It's so hot out here Mr Johns, can we go inside and talk?'

'Yes, I suppose so'.

'Can I lean on your arm, my leg is really hurting, it must have been walking here'.

She limped towards me and put an arm round my neck. 'You need to put your arm round my waist, Mr Johns, if you're going to help me'.

'Oh, yes, of course'. I put my arm around her slender waist, aware of her body so close to me, her left breast brushing against my chest as I helped her into the changing rooms.

She sat on a bench and motioned me to sit next to her.

'You know Mr Johns I've always had a bit of a thing for you, and I think you've got a bit of a thing for me too, you have haven't you?'

'Well, yes, Carole, I have, but you know how it is teachers and pupils and all that. And now it's your last day, so least said and all that'.

' But it doesn't have to be that way, does it? I mean I won't tell if you won't'.

'Carole, you are a lovely girl, but I really don't think...' Every fibre of my body wanted her, seeing her sitting there on the bench, her tee shirt tight over her tits which were young and firm, her long bronzed legs, her fair hair falling loosely over her shoulders.

'You don't think this is real do you?' and she bent down and started taking the bandage off her ankle. 'I only put this on so I could get to spend some time alone with you, there's nothing wrong with my ankle'.

She stood up and started removing her top; she was braless and exposed her milky white tits, with their pert little nipples, for my full view.

'Carole..'

'You want me, I want you. The rest of them are out there getting hot and sticky on the tennis courts, I want to get hot and sticky with you'. She walked towards me at the same time slipping out of her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She was now completely naked in front of me, her young lithe body shimmering in the half-light of the changing rooms.

'We don't have all day you know, and I want you. It's Ok, trust me.'

'Oh Carole..' I fell upon her breasts, and she started pushing my shorts down, releasing my cock, which she took in her hand.

'I want to be really naughty with you' she said, kissing me, touching me, making my dick go stiffer and stiffer in her hand, playing with my balls, rubbing her naked body against me sending me mad with sexual longing for her.

She sat down again on the bench, pulled her feet up and opened her legs wide, showing me her cunt in all it's pinkness. 'Look at me, touch me, you want me don't you?'

'Yes, oh yes, Carole, I have always wanted you'.

I fell to my knees in front of her, poking my tongue amongst those soft young pussy lips, tasting her, flicking my tongue across her young clit, making her moan with pleasure. I could tell she was as aroused as I was, her pussy was wet and sweet, and with every probing of my tongue it opened for me more, ready for the moment I would push my stiff cock into it.

'Fuck me Mr Johns, fuck me now'

Kneeling in front of her I took my hard flesh and slipped it into her tight young cunt. She felt warm and wet, and I pounded into her, losing control of myself, lost in the fucking of this sweet young thing and she cried out and moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

Just as I was about to come I pulled out of her, rubbing my dick with my hand until I shot my cum over her belly. She bent towards me then, taking my cock in her mouth and sucking out the last drops of me, making my knees go weak.

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