Mrs Williams - Sex Stories

Mrs Williams

... relationships. It also didn’t take to much time fore young boys in my class and the ones bellow to give me small hearts on their papers or pick a pretty flower from the playing field, behind the school, to give to me. I had already done all of any previous work experience and university teaching experience at the school so I was well known and trusted to teachers/ students of current and of old, but Brooke was new and tended to be quite forward. It didn’t take long for other staff to see that he was being “inappropriate” and after a large warning from the head of the school he soon backed off making any and all future 'chance' encounters with him virtually obsolete. After Brooke had settled down and my other colleges left me to my own devices. I was soon entrusted with the care of one tutor group of 23 students aged between eleven and twelve. I was to see them for morning and lunch time register as well as organise any and all administration for that particular group, a once a week team building session hosted for one hour on Wednesdays the lesson before home time and any private tutoring/ parenting time for behind or troubled students. I also taught basic to advance mathematics to years four through six covering ages roughly nine to twelve. Everything was going well, all the boys where almost begging for help during lessons and making sure they where heard and seen during register to the point where some would lift off their seat, raise their arms and wave their hands ...

... frantically in the air. This also meant I was not to popular with the young ladies in the class who saw me as a threat to their childhood spouses and crushes. But one girl stood out in particular to me. Her name was Rosaline, or Rosa for short. She was a gorgeous petite framed twelve year old with black hair with highlights of brown and a beautiful set of eyes which where like mine but with more distinct hazel brown streaks through them. She also had a naturally tanned skin which showed off her heritage from her Italian mother. I knew she would my first attempt at seduction. Reasons being; she didn’t despise me like the other girls her age but when ever she asked for help or I came near her to see her work I could see her blushing, her palms sweat and she would almost never look me in the eyes and always talk in a cute mumble to me. She would be the one. Of course I was sweating a new one, she would be the first girl I would try to seduce apart from my young niece, who came to me. It was my career and freedom at stake if I screwed it up and rushed. But every night after I noticed her I would think of a way to try get her, which usually lead to me imagining her little fingers inside either my dripping cunt or tight ass- or both. Which then lead to some of mine fingers being in both. Over the first couple of weeks I watch all the class but I watch her closer then any other student, talking to her parents more, catching up on her history, paying attention to what she liked, didn’t ...