      All people in this story are fictitious.  Any likeness to a real person is unintentional.  All views and opinions expressed in the story do not in any way reflect the writers own personal views.  Read at your own discretion. 
      
      
      I'm going to hell.  I've always known I was going to hell.  But I digress, I still cant help my self in that aspect.  Despite knowing fully well that I'll be burning in hell one day I still wont or cant help myself.  Ill continue loving and pursuing what I love, and thats young girls.
      
      No, I'm not a serial killer, nor am I a rapist.  If anything, I'm an con artist.  And I'm good at what I do.  Having worked around kids for so long leads you to finding out ways to trick children into doing what you want them to do.  Plus, it doesn't hurt if your a "hunky" teacher/coach.
      
      When you start of teaching your taught ways to control your students.  If your not properly prepared for this line of work you'll be easily run down, over and out of school by the students.  So they teach you methods of how to control them and ONE way is to trick them.  
      
      Make them think their in control or its their decisions that the class is going their way because the teacher is either nice or naive.  This method is good for especially rambunctious students.  Most teachers don't like using that method and try to avoid it.  Me, I've turned it into a science.  But not to keep unruly kids in check, but to get to the students I like the most.
      
      Being a gym teacher I didn't really need any of this training.  Most gym classes are fine because the kids are free to work out their energy in ways they like the most.  Either its with walking around the gym or track with friends, or hiding behind the weight shack smoking.  I just wanted to see what it was about, and I instantly saw the potential.
      
      I'm the coach for the girls soccer team, and I love it.  The girls are just starting to bud and grow into their more elegant and graceful adult selves.  Experiencing new feelings and sensations their unused to.  Which makes them passionate and open their souls to you.
      
      Its that passion I love about them.  And something about a girls body as it just starts to mature is so inexplicably hot.  Their small petite breasts just large and heavy enough to sag a bit and fit perfectly in paw.  Their slender and softly curved bodies.  The nearly cub like softness of their fur.  And lastly but not least, their energy and stamina.
      
      I first became of aware of my sinful nature when I started off working.  I was totally blind sided and had a time of keeping my mind off it.  But I still couldn't help but feel lust for those girls in their gym clothes.  The schools lax uniform rules didn't help matters, nor did the girls misguided thoughts on what was "cute".  The girls walking around tramp like exposing what cleavage they had or the shorts that had no more hope to cover their privates up than a bikini bottom.  It was all almost too much and I found myself constantly trying to work a boner back down before it became too apparent.
      
      Before long I became used to it and had been able to control my urges.  The constant flow of pheromones around the gym from all the girls I had to learn to ignore.  I had been warned before all this though.  Too many teachers before had been "negatively" effected before so I was given good help on how to control myself.  But their instructions seemed to take on a different form in my head.  Instead of blocking it out, I used it to find a way to work it to my advantage.
      
      The training seminar was what started it all.  After being taught how to "trick" the kids I instantly put it to use on my girls on the soccer team.  The first thing I did was make sure to keep myself as masculine as possible without over doing it.  The next was not to was away all the scent of testocerone from working out.  The next, was to watch and learn the girls.
      
      The first girl to respond was a cute collie girl.  Her fur was slightly longish and was black and white.  Her hips had grown out well and she had a slight hourglass shape with very nicely developing breasts and dazzling blue eyes.  She was a pretty quite girl but was deadly accurate and precise on the field.
      
      I had noticed her increasingly shy attitude towards me and used that as a premise to give her extra training because it "looked like she was loosing confidence on the field"; she responded perfectly to me.  I soon stopped asking her to stay and she quickly started showing up on her own.
      
      We mostly would discuss game plan and I made her the team captain to avoid any suspicion.  I slowly acted more and more familiar to her and started to treat her like a friend and not a student and she ate it up.  Several weeks after I had started, I knew full well she was mine.  It was time to put the money on the table and go for broke.
      
      Waiting for her to show up one day I put on my best upset (not mad) face and sat staring into space.  She arrived right on time as usual and stopped short noticing my somber mood; she played right into my paws.  After being asked several times what was wrong I admitted that my "girlfriend" had left me for another guy.  Her anger for me was adorable.  She had no trouble telling me that it was awful of her to do such a thing.
      
      I knew she was hooked and after she told me what she thought of my "ex-girlfriend" I smiled at her and told her that I felt she was the only person who understood me.  Her blush nearly pushed me over the edge.  She thanked me for feeling that way and then I pushed my advantage and was not disappointed.
      
      She tried feebly and half heartedly at first to stop me from kissing her but she almost instantly stopped and melted into my paws.  Her breath smelled wonderful, her soft dog tongue was soft and moist and accepted mine almost greedily.  She pressed herself against me when my arms hugged her and I was able to explore as much as I wanted without her even trying to stop.
      
      Things from there took on a intimate turn.  We were no longer talking about game plans during our meets and it was not even a week after it all started that I was able to make love to her.  Best of all I didn't even have to plan it myself.  I was told that her parents wanted to talk and thank me for my "special" interest in their daughters soccer and academic career.  What I didn't know was that her parents was out of town on that date.
      
      It didn't take me long to figure it out after I arrived and it didn't take long for me and my student to get to business.  It was fantastic to say the least.  She was no virgin I found out, but even so she was as tight as one and was putty in my paws.  Her body was even more attractive up close.  The way she cooed and responded to my touch and stimulation drove me near insane with lust.  By the next day I couldn't count how many times we had made love that night but in the end she couldn't make it to school that day.
      
      Our encounters were carefully spread out, to be sure we didn't pique anybodies interest.  In the end though it came to an end.  The end of the soccer year came and we couldn't see each other as much and here I carefully pulled myself from her life forever and moved on to a new girl that would last till the end of the school year.
      
      I would end up courting at least 2 girls each year.  Each would end roughly the same way.  We would simply grow  apart and I would gently as possible wean her off my attention.  Secrecy was never something I had to impose on the girls.  They all would know already that they could tell nobody.  After all, THEY were the ones who scored me right?
      
      My years at the school wouldn't be so easy though.  I would eventually be compromised by another student.  A friend of one of my girls walked in on us just as we had finished making out.  While she didn't SEE anything, she was still pretty sure she new exactly what she had just stumbled upon.  And she would waist no time reporting me.
      
      A full investigation was soon put into affect and was excused from teaching duties until after the investigation.  None of the other girls on the team knew anything of what was going on and could say with full honestly that they had never felt like I was sexually abusing any of them.  Best of all they were all upset at the accusation and were vehement about my innocence.
      
      In the end they found no evidence at all that I had been doing anything illicit to any of my students.  The girl in question though was transferred at the request of her parents.  While nobody could prove we were having a relationship, her parents felt it better to be safe than sorry.
      
      After that I laid low for the remainder of the school year and half of the next.  I was in no hurry, I knew if I was still working that all I'd have to do was bide my time.  There would be many other close calls through out my teaching years besides that one.  Some students would not respond the way I thought they would and I was always quick to sweep them under the rug.
      
      The one thing that in the end would save me though was that I didn't make the mistake of my predecessors.  Unlike their method of using sex to control and abuse them, and to do it to many, I simply let the girls come to me.  And, I only worked on one at a time.  
      
      Like I said before, I know I'm probably going to hell but I don't care.  I'm not a bad person, I've never raped a girl before, never force myself onto an unwilling partner.  I let them take the steps all by themselves, and every so often help them along.   
