Chapter 1

When I started teaching at the school I was full of enthusiasm and I thought that I was going to set the world alight with my brand new teaching techniques. I was a young inexperienced over enthusiastic teacher of 22 years of age thrown into teaching in an urban area Comprehensive School, which was located in a rough area of a north country city. It was here that I really learned the perils of being a teacher in a bad area. I very quickly learned all the things that a teacher had to put up with.

The students that I had to teach were a fairly mixed crowd with a hardcore of young kids belonging to one parent families. The majority had very little if any, interest in learning the subjects they were supposed to learn. The school had given up on them and had over time adopted the policy of, "just keep them amused and quiet until its time for them to leave school and we are rid if them." Attendance levels were poor, but no-one in authority seemed to care very much. If a student was away for a long time, then some sort of investigation would have to take place.

However, being somewhat naïve and new at teaching it was a challenge to me. Once my initial dismay had worn off, I thought that I might a well give it my best effort. The boys were the biggest problem for me initially, as far as discipline was concerned. They thought that teachers were there to be harassed and made fun of, and sometimes physically assaulted. However, I soon found that most of them were very passionate football supporters, and I initially allowed a bit of leeway to discuss footballing topics, and I soon found that when they were interested, they were also better behaved.

First of all I gave them the job of finding out all the detail they could about their favourite players, past and present and how many games they had played, how many goals they had scored and how many times they had been given yellow or red cards, and various other club statistics and so I started using football statistics in various ways as a means of teaching the basic Math's syllabus. This worked quite well with the boys, and I managed to retain a fair measure of discipline, and respect from most of them. I found that I was soon getting over the basic principles of the syllabus. Some of the girls were interested in soccer, and joined in with the subject quite well, but before long I found the girls were marginally more eager to learn anyway.

Most of the girls were extremely fashion conscious and came to school wearing plenty of make-up and the type of clothes that some cynics may say was an invitation to rape, despite the strict school rules on wearing uniform ... I must admit that I enjoyed the innovation that many of them displayed in their dress sense. I would occasionally say to them, something on the lines of "Look girls have a heart, how do you expect me or the lads here to be able to concentrate with all you beauties flaunting your beautiful bodies around.? This usually brought a few laughs, but I soon became very aware that the dressing and the make-up, was usually aimed at attracting the opposite sex. Gradually I became aware that much of their behaviour was also aimed at getting my interest as well. Which in all seriousness it did.

One day I was about to go into class when one of the younger sexy blonde female teachers a Miss Dora Dixon approached me and said "Congratulations Tony you seem to be keeping that fucking useless mob under control. Of course you know the girls are all passionately in love with you, and the girls are writing a lot of essays about their secret love, in my English lessons, and it is not hard to guess who most of them are talking about., so you will have to watch your step. Some of the more adventurous ones may try to trick you into having sex with them, one way or another. If you make them pregnant they are quite happy to be one parent mothers living on state benefit, as it is much better than coming to school." We talked for a bit about teaching problems as she obviously knew the background of some of the students, but she did give me pause for thought. I thought however she was a little cynical in her description of student behaviour

I had already received one or two little anonymous love letters and gifts of sweets and chocolate on my desk. I ignored the content of these love letters, although it was interesting to know which of the girls thought they had a chance with me. It was not as though I didn't fancy some of the girls, and there were certainly at least half a dozen which if circumstances were different I could have become very interested in. But at least thinking about them gave me some nice fantasy dreams every night.

Talking to Dora later I said. "That point you made about deliberately getting pregnant, surely they don't need me to do that, there are plenty of young willing boys out there."

She laughed "You don't know young girls Tony, they are not all that interested in schoolboys at that age. Thy read all those stupid female magazines, stuffed full of love stories and they in turn want sex and romance as part of their daily lives, and young handsome male schoolteachers who strut around in front of them all day, rate very high on their must have list. Don't forget that you are also forbidden fruit, and that makes you very much more interesting."

Later that day the head teacher stopped me, and she praised me for managing to keep the class so well under control, and she asked me how I was managing it. I explained my teaching methods to her, and then she said. "Well it seems to be working so far, but I still think that you will still be lucky if you can get one boy and two girls up to the standard to sit their O"levels."

My first sexual experience came after I had been at the school for about two months. It all started one Friday evening. I was ready for home, to my lonely bachelor pad. It was one of those days that started brightly but then it had turned into a dull dreary drizzly day, and as I turned off the campus, I noticed the blonde Dora Dixon looking extremely sexy as usual standing at the bus stop opposite the school, so I asked her if she would like a lift home. Which she quickly accepted.

She told me that her live in boyfriend had her car, as his own car was in dock, and she had to make do with the bus. We soon arrived at her home, and she invited me in to meet Kenny her partner. We opened the door and went in. She threw her damp raincoat on a chair and said. "I will put the kettle on. I expect Kenny is still asleep."

After putting the kettle on she ran upstairs to her bedroom. I heard her open the door and then she started screaming "You bastard, you fucking whore."

I went out to look up stairs and saw a man pulling some trousers on and then he turned and slapped Dora in the face.

"Shut up you stupid bitch." he shouted and lifted his hand again.

"I would not do that if I were you." I called up to him.

"Who in the fuck are you." he shouted. Looking a bit startled at the interruption.

"I'm a colleague of Dora's who invited me in to meet you."

"Piss off then" he shouted.

"No Tony don't go, I want him out and this fucking whore as well, who I thought was my best friend," obviously referring to a young blonde lady who darted down the stairs, and out the front door dressing as she went.

"Certainly, but I think I will call the police because he I have just witnessed him assaulting you." I moved towards the telephone as I spoke.

"No need mate I am a copper."

"Oh your mates will love you then lady beater." I said as I lifted the receiver and started to dial.

"No don't do that I will go." he shouted in a bit of a panic, obviously thinking about the implications for him if his mates arrived on the scene. Fifteen minutes later Kenny came down stairs lugging a suitcase.

"You are welcome to the stupid fucking oversexed cow." He bawled at me as he slammed the front door as he left. A few moments later I made ready, to leave but a tearful Dora pleaded with me to stay.

"Don't leave me Tony dear, can you change the locks for me because he still has a set of keys?"

Dora was obviously very distressed with Kenny's behaviour, and so I went out and purchased new door locks and fitted them with some tools that fortunately Kenny had left behind. I had just finished the job when Dora came downstairs, still crying profusely and sat by me on the Settee, she had showered and changed into her nightclothes. Feeling sorry for her, and not really thinking I put my arms round her to console her, which really was a crazy thing to do, I later realised. She smelt so nice and felt very sexy and her wandering hands soon let me know what her intentions were.

It was quite early when after a bit of cuddling and kissing she led me to her bedroom. While we had been sat on the settee she had quite brazenly reached over and grabbed my zipper and unzipped my bulging fly. At the time my common sense was trying to say no, but my cock was now in charge and common sense went out of the window. At least I consoled myself with the thought that she is not a student and that we were two consenting adults. Her fondling had made me so hot that I could have shot my load in my pants. The experience was too much to handle for me. I was lost, and I reached around her waist and clutched her under her breasts. She started making moaning sounds and whispering under her breath."Tony dear I want you, ohhhh please make love to me"

I was lost, and I knew then that I was too far gone to walk away, but at least she was an adult, and no-one could complain about us making love in our own time. As she spoke she was expertly working my trousers off, and her warm hands were soon rubbing my cock and playing with my balls. I was so hot - I wanted to fuck her right then, she was teasing me so much that I could not think straight.

Dora pulled my underwear down to my ankles and gently worked her way down my body with her tongue, tracing my body with her wet tongue. She got to the tip of my cock and began to lick and flick the head of my cock with her warm licking movements. She finally took "all" of my cock in her mouth and started to work it up and down. At the same time, she played with my balls, moving them up and down in a slow gentle motion as she sucked. She was doing such a good job I wanted to ram my cock all the way in her mouth so badly. I couldn't take it much longer, I pulled her head off my cock, and I picked her up and lay her on the bed and I started to work my way up her leg with my tongue, getting so close to her vagina, the heat from her pussy was intense and the smell of her sex was quite heady.

She really wanted to be fucked so bad, she was moaning at me and muttering "yes Tony yes that's lovely" and so on constantly. I stopped licking her and positioned myself between her legs, and thrust my cock all the way into her pussy, while she gave little squeals of delight. I started moving in and out, each stroke going deeper and deeper. She was moaning, and writhing all over the bed and she grabbed the back of my hair and started pulling it in her passion!

I reached under her body while I was fucking her, and gradually worked my finger gently into her anus, she began to moan even louder. As I started finger fucking her anus, she screamed out -"Oh ... yes..." then she came. I was not too far behind her, I arched my back, and I came in long bursts inside her - she wriggled and squirmed with delight. And so began a night of hectic lovemaking which left me almost totally exhausted by morning. Although it was a Saturday, and Dora was imploring me to stay with her for the weekend, but prudence decided that I should retreat back to my own lonely pad. The intensity of her wish to keep me with her sounded alarm bells in my head.