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   After a much needed Summer break, I returned to begin preparations for
my next school year.  1st grade again.  It was a fun grade to teach, but I
was going to miss my little narcoleptic fuck toy.  I had actually
considered moving up to 2nd grade or even taking on the special needs
classes, but I knew that the special needs classes had extra workers and no
privacy.

   Fuck it.  I got a good year of pussy and I was grateful for that.

   As I was organizing my supplies and labeling the desks with my new
students names, the principal of the school walked in.  My heart sank when
she said, "Can I talk to you about a student you had last year?  Her name
is Marina."

   I choked back my fear and said, "Uh...  yeah...  Marina.  What would you
like to know?"

   She said, "Well, we have a little problem.  Marina just isn't ready for
the move to 2nd grade.  She was delayed by her accident and she's
improving, but if you could just give her one more year I think she will be
right on target."

   I was stunned.  Could I be this lucky?  Was this some sort of trap?  How
do I say "YES PLEASE!" without seeming eager?

   "Sure, I think that would be okay." I said as matter-of-factly as I
could.  "She's a sweet girl.  And she can even help me with the class if
she already knows the material."

   So it was set.  In 3 days my 2nd year with Marina would begin.  I
positioned furniture, set up window coverings that would be less
conspicuous, and built in a couple hidden cameras.  I even got myself a
little bottle of lube and labeled it "typewriter oil" in case anybody came
looking.  I wasn't sure anybody would even know what a typewriter was any
more, but I thought it was amusing.

   The first day of school arrived and I greeted my students.  Marina
showed up a few minutes late to class, but ran over and hugged me.  She was
wearing a little sun dress and a new, lighter-weight helmet.  Despite the
"special ed" needs of this little girl, she was gorgeous.

   Once again she was not released for PE or recess so she stayed in with
me to help with the classroom.  The bonus this time was that I was being
paid student contact time for having an extra student during my prep time.

   During the 2nd week of school, just before PE, Marina was passing out
papers to her classmates when she went down.  I carried her over to the
couch and got her situated and explained to the students about her
condition.  Once they understood I said, "You only have 5 more minutes. 
Why don't you go to the playground for a few minutes before PE?" They
happily agreed and began to file out of the classroom.

   I locked the door behind them, turned out the lights, and moved over to
the couch.  I lifted her little dress and found a beautiful little green
pair of panties with a cupcake print right on the front of her pussy.  My
small cock was instantly hard.

   I pulled down her little panties, lifted her legs up onto my chest, and
peeled her little pussy lips apart with my thumbs.  I pressed my cock up to
that tight little opening and pushed in.  My cock slipped in easily, but I
enjoyed the tight sensation on my cock.

   I began easing in and out of her, slowly picking up speed.  I pushed her
legs backward and pinned her knees on the couch next to her head and felt
my cock slide deeper into her pussy.  I was getting the longest strokes I
had ever experienced.

   I was quickly cumming -- and I think because it had been so long, I was
cumming in what felt like gallons.  I felt like I was emptying my balls
into this little girls pussy.

   After I pulled out, I laid her back and put some pillows under her ass
to raise her hips up so the cum wouldn't leak out all over the couch.  I
slid her panties back on covered her up with her little sun dress.

   A few minutes before her classmates were supposed to come back, Marina
began to stir, sat up and instinctively rubbed her pussy through her dress.

   She looked over at me and said, "I'm so glad I am in your class again."

   "Me too, Marina.  Me too." I said with a smile.  And I truly meant it.