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the benefit of my
past experience in..."
    "Yes! Please."
    He smirked at her impulsive response.
    "Mr. James mustn't know or he will feel..."
    "He won't know," she offered hopefully.
    The headmaster paused.
    "Very well, do you live on the grounds?"
    "No, I have a flat on the edge of the town."
    "Excellent, shall we say Sunday - at about eleven?"
    "Yes," she answered readily, stumbling her words in her
urgency to confirm the appointment, "Sunday is fine...so is
eleven."
    He gave a last long sweep of his eyes over her trim frame,
ensuring that she knew he was looking at her crotch more than her
overall body.
    "Until Sunday then."
    As the girl left and closed the door the headmaster gripped
his throbbing cock through his trousers and squeezed it luxuriously
slowly several times.
    "Another one hooked and just needing the final coaxing," he
muttered aloud and then turned his thoughts again to the insides of
her tight shorts. They would be wet with her juices, the gusset of
her knickers beneath soaked and musky smelling, that thrilling
odour of sweet fresh female sex. He sighed wistfully and then
consulted his growing list and the prospects still to
ensnare.
     
    ***
     
    He stood at the head of the class of sixth formers, aiming his
gaze beneath the desks facing him and delighting in the display of
long legs and thighs his position at the front offered. He loved
the way the loose pleated skirts fell away to show the backs of
their thighs and to give sight right up almost to their hips. Some
of the little sluts were even parting their legs to show the tight
triangle of their panties as they pulled down over their sweet
little mounds and between the tops of their thighs. They would
cross their legs, seemingly casually but looking up secretively to
assure themselves that they had gained his attention. The little
sluts were well aware of their bodies and enjoyed immensely showing
them off to him, he made a mental note to establish the skirts as
all-time school uniform, never to be changed.
    The headmaster sat down on his desk at the front, more to
conceal his growing erection than for any other reason. Some of the
girls had their blouse buttons undone, indecently low so as to
offer a glimpse of their swelling cleavages. All though had firm
thrusting breasts that pushed most temptingly against the thin
material of their blouses, on some the hard buds of their nipples
were clearly defined.
    He was and had been taken by a petite little girl with long
dark hair falling to her shoulders. She had the face of an angel
that held an aurora of innocence, one that appealed very much to
him and the big brown, cow-like eyes simply offered simmering
naivety with sexual undertones. Her slim little body was a delight,
firm and shapely in all the right places and with such wonderful
slender legs that he felt his cock jerk as he imaged her thighs
wrapped around his head. She was next on his list, at the games
session he had decided on her and had put her name as next to
attend his private interviews.
    He eyed them all, mentally giving them marks out of ten for
suitability to his plans, some ranked far higher than most but the
list was growing longer by the day. Percentages had to play a part
he told himself, select ten and two are sure to fuck, handle them
correctly and that percentage rose dramatically, it always had in
the past. The headmaster sat spellbound, flicking his gaze from one
girl to the next, mentally undressing them and imagining them naked
and in pain, screaming for mercy and knowing that they would
receive none.
    The tall blonde that he had spanked and fingered sat at the
back, her knees parted and smiling broadly at him whenever his gaze
moved to her. He resolved at that moment to fuck the lovely little
slut that very night, to lick her pussy and to experience the warm
feel of her young body around him. The teasing little bitch had
opened her legs wider for him now, offering the firm mound of her
pussy in secret offering, she smiled