Introducing Miss Driscoll
Copyright© 2017 by Headmaster
Epilogue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Epilogue - Miss Driscoll, the beautiful English teacher, is not like most teachers. But this is no ordinary school.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Cheating Incest Father Daughter Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Small Breasts Teacher/Student Nudism
Martin Peddigrew leaned back in his soft leather chair, his eyes flicking across the oak panels on the wall of his large office. The corridors were silent, the children of St Augustine’s hidden away in the vast network of classrooms waiting hungrily for the lunchtime bell to ring.
His black gown hung perfectly on a coat hanger on the back of the door, its dullness contrasting with the array of colourful ties that hung separately from the same peg.
The office was dark. One small window offered what little natural light the dreary winter’s morning had to offer, only marginally helped by the glare of his computer screen which reflected off his thin-framed spectacles.
The Headmaster’s desk was built from solid oak, its colour matching the long wall panels but was now worn and scratched, and Mr Peddigrew often imagined it had been installed by the school’s very first Headmaster a whole century earlier.
Three photos in silver frames stood proudly next to his overflowing in-tray; one of his wife who, even in her white wedding dress, looked austere and depressed, another of his three children opening presents on Christmas Day in the early 1990s. The third had been a gift from the school’s beautiful English teacher the previous term, showing her in a particularly inviting position laid across the very desk on which the photograph now stood.
He read through the letter in his hand one final time, before leaning forward, reaching for his black and gold Monte Cristo pen and signing his name in a barely legible scrawl.
He hadn’t enjoyed taking the decision to expel one of his brightest and most beautiful Year 9 pupils. But everyone knew of his strict policy against teenage pregnancies and it had been broken. He had ensured the story had been spread around the school that Molly’s father had recently come into money, and decided it would be in her best interests to attend a private school some 20 miles away. To his amazement, nobody had questioned his account.