Trevor Daniels was 46 years old.

He had been teaching in primary schools since he was 22. As far as his wife, children and colleagues were concerned that meant that Trevor was a dedicated, professional, hard working teacher who always tried to get the best out of his little pupils. As far as Trevor himself was concerned that meant he had the best job in the world because he was surrounded all day, every day by the sexiest creatures on the planet.

At work, Trevor would spend all day fantasising about the little pussys in his class. Ocasionally he would catch a glimpse of preteen panties and that would be enough to give him an enjoyable wank at lunchtime. Away from work, when he had the time to use the internet in secret away from the prying eyes of his wife and his own kids, he would spend hours searching for pictures of little girls and he had a collection running into the thousands. Nothing got Trevor harder than the sight of of a sweet, smooth baby pussy. Any cunt under the age of 13 would get him hard, but if he had to choose it would be the pussy belonging to a girl between the age of 5 and 8. Exactly the age range that occupied him during the day while he was at work.

For 24 years, Trevor had to content himself with fantasy and the odd glimpse of knickers under skirts and images of baby pussy on the internet. The closest he came to real, baby pussy was the rare feel he had of his own daughters sweet slit when she was too young to talk about what was going on, but even that had stopped years ago when he began to worry that his daughter was old enough to tell someone about his fleeting touches.

All that changed one autumn term when 6 year old Bryony Taylor joined his class. Trevor had been teaching the other pupils in the class for the whole of the preceding year, but Bryony had only just moved to the area so he had not had the pleasure of seeing her as a 5 year old. From the outset, there was something that set Bryony apart. She was beautiful and, to Trevors eyes, sexy, but that applied to three or four of the other girls in that class. Still, Bryony was different. More composed than the other six year olds, maybe more knowing but definitely more reserved, almost as though she knew something that her classmates did not, or could not know for themselves.

Trevor made a point of watching his new pupil closely. Partly because he fantasised about tasting the six year olds sweet cunt, but also because he wanted to see what it was that made her stand apart from the other kids.

Bryony was always picked up by her father. Trevor learned from the school records that her dads name was Mark and that he was raising Bryony on his own because his wife, the little girls mum, had died a year earlier. Trevor wondered whether it was that making Bryony seem different, but somehow there just seemed more to it.

The first definite clues came in the way that Bryony behaved whenever her dad picked her up. They were clearly dad and daughter, but there seemed a more intense closeness than that. A closeness that struck Trevor after some weeks of watching as akin to a boyfriend and girlfriend. Little glances, shared jokes, leaning in towards each other rather than apart as other dads tended to do. Trevor dismissed the obvious thought as just being too outrageous. A thought driven by his own fantasies rather than reality.

One day, that all changed.

Looking out from the classroom window, Trevor was watching as Mark opened the car door for his daughter and Bryony jumped up onto the passenger seat. As she settled, Trevor unmistakeably saw Marks hand slide far up his daughters school dress and settle in between the six year olds thighs. As he did so, Mark whispered something to his daughter and Bryony quickly moved forward and kissed her dad on the lips before pulling away and laughing out loud.

It was over in seconds but Trevor was in no doubt about what he had seen. For the first time ever he allowed himself to think that he may finally have come across what had been exciting him on the internet all these years.

For the next 6 or 7 weeks, Trevor was particularly attentive to Bryony in the classroom and particularly vigilant in watching her behaviour when her dad picked her up each afternoon.By the beginning of the Xmas term, Trevor was ready to take action.

One luchtime, the teacher asked his newest pupil to stay behind as he wanted to talk to her about a lesson she had seemed to be struggling with a few days earlier. Bryony expected to be asked about her spelling, so when Trevor spoke, the little girl was taken by surprise.

"Bryony, do you know what a secret is"?

The six year old nodded, but Trevor persisted.

"Tell me then, what is a secret"?

Bryony looked at her teacher with a puzzled expression before answering.

"It's when you make a promise that you won't tell anybody in the whole world about something."

Trevor smiled.

"That's right, that's just what a secret is."

The next question clearly sent a spasm of alarm through Bryonys body and Trevor saw that reflected in her eyes.

"Do you and daddy have secrets"?

Bryony shook her head vigorously but Trevor kept talking.

"If you and daddy did have secrets and daddy thought you had told me what it was, I bet he could be in lots of trouble don't you"?

24 years of teaching told Trevor when he was on the right track and just by watching the little girls reaction to mentioning her dad being in trouble he just knew he had something.

"I bet daddy likes doing this doesn't he."

Even before he had finished the question, Trevor was sliding his hand onto Bryony's thigh and pusing upwards under her school dress.

This was the part that Trevor had been worrying about ever since he decided to see if his suspicions were correct. He knew that a scream now would end his marriage, his career &, as near as damn it, his whole life. But there was no scream, just that same look of panic in Bryony's eyes that he saw when he talked about secrets.

Trevor carried on stroking the little girls thigh as he spoke again.

" I know daddys secret Bryony, but I won't tell if you are a good girl. It's OK to tell secrets to your teacher".

Bryonys look changed from panic to confusion.

"If you want me to keep daddys secret I need you to do some things for me."

"I think daddys secret is that he touches you in lots of nice places."

"If I'm right, I want you to open your legs and only close them again when I reach the bit where daddy touches you."

Trevor thought he was going to hyperventilate, but then, very slowly and deliberately, his six year old pupil opened her thighs so that her dress was tented between them.

He moved his hand upwards as he watched Bryony for any sign of reaction. When he reached the very top of her thigh he paused just to enjoy the feel of her smooth skin on his hand.

Again, he could barely breathe as his hand moved again.

For the first time ever, Trevor knew more than just the fantasy of fondling one of his pupils. His fingers brushed over the cotton of Bryony's little knickers until he felt his fingertips gently stroking the little girls mound through the cotton material. Even as he pushed his fingers more firmly against the outline of her pussy, Bryony made no effort to move.It was only when Trevor lifted the elastic of the six year olds knickers and felt his fingers touch the bare skin of her baby cunny that Bryony closed her legs.

As Trevor took his hand from under her skirt, he spoke to Bryony again.

"Is that daddys secret Bryony, he likes to touch you there"?

The little girl noddded.

"Well don't worry, I'm going to keep the secret just as long as you let me touch you nicely too."

There was no reaction, so Trevor spoke again.

"Do you understand"?

The six year old nodded.