Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2009 06:39:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Carmen Otero Subject: Teacher Again it was Cristina. It was Cristina almost every night. As Ellen moved her wet finger up and down her pussy she repeated the girl's full name: "Cristina Maria Maldonado Aguilar." No, not the entertainer. The names do sound similar. No, her Cristina was beautiful-- not like that slut on tv. And her Cristina was only 18. A fresh, tender, enchanting 18 years old. It was Cristina every night because in class her teacher could not take her eyes off the girl. Who could take eyes away from such a stunning chick? Who could not wish to suck those adolescent breasts whose nipples always showed. Could not wish to lick those full sensuous lips; who would refuse to kiss that incredible firm pear-shaped ass? She always in the front row, her legs parted, the tight spandex molded against her cunt. Why does she stand so close so often? When she's close the perfume of her hair intoxicates. Take today for instance. Why did the girl approach her after class and ply her with all those routine questions? "To make sure, to double check several things." Sure. Cristina took excellent notes and was not slow. Why did she boldly rest against the teacher's desk, one cheek of her firm ass pressed on the desktop? Why did she look unblinking into her teacher's eyes? From an early age men and women admired Ellen. Even when ten- or eleven years-old uncles would draw her slim body against them and squeeze, remarking to her parents she was "a heartbreaker in the making." Lady friends passed their hand over her long hair and mentioned the shape of her hips. When a bit older, her classmates found many excuses to touch her. It was the touch of the girls that interested her most. At night when she undressed her dolls for bed she often kissed them between their legs. So by the time Ellen arrived at her new post as instructor at this selective college she was not surprised by some student's obvious admiring glances. Cristina wasn't the only one, but she was the best. Ellen thought it would be easy. When she took the job she was grateful and resolved to abide by the prohibition against faculty fucking their students, though that didn't prevent several female teachers going down on her before she graduated from her own ivy league alma mater. Now that she was herself faculty she realized the rule was there mostly for show, to assure the parents. Didn't Max say as much? Max was right. How can you put so many horny young ones together with adults in a place like school and not expect a lot of screwing? In bed Ellen's imagined that pretty face pressed between her hot thighs. "Suck me, Cristina...suck me, baby...eat my warm pussy...like I used to eat my teachers." For twenty minutes Ellen jerked off and was almost there. To finish she knew she needed a particular image, that little extra zing for one like Cristina. "Get on your hands and knees, honey. That's it, baby, ... He likes to lick ass... Take my dog's cock! Let him fuck you!!" It never failed and the finish came, strong, wetting the bed, as it always did with that fantasy. Cristina was in Ellen's first period class, First Year Composition. There she was this morning in her usual seat, again in spandex this bright day, a dark blue pair this time. A quick glance at her crotch. Very tight. Pussy lips. There was a boy sitting next to her too young even to be in high school. "Oh, shit," thought Ellen, "Sibling Day!--her brother." Cristina had mentioned him. There were two other sibs in the room. Her brother was by far the best looking, the two girls no competition. Stop looking. Snap out of it! To work! It was Friday. It was an ordinary class and the young visitors seemed bright and interested probably because it was their first class and everything about college was new to them. Ordinary, except for one small thing Ellen noticed as class drew to a close. Cristina's had moved hand between her legs and her fingertips rested on her pussy. That got Ellen's notice, yet she described the next assignment professionally as if all were normal. But one small part of her mind was there, between the girl's legs. Was the placement of the hand deliberate? How could it not when next she saw the girl move the tips of those fingers ever so slightly up and down. Cristina was playing with herself right there in her seat while looking at her teacher--and with her little brother right next to her! And only Ellen could see what the girl was doing. It caused her to misspeak, but she recovered quickly. Christian's already parted legs opened a bit more, her slender middle finger pushed into her labia for a moment. There, the object Ellen so often dreamed about, and the girl was teasing her with it! The bitch! Fortunately only a few minutes of class time remained and the teacher, getting uncomfortably warm, ended a bit early. The others shuffled out but Cristina, as expected, was in Ellen's face instantly demanding the instructor's exclusive attention. "This is my brother Jordan, Miss Wolf. He's so excited to be here today!" Ellen had already looked the boy over and concluded the Aguilar family genes had combined to produce a male version of the girl's good looks. Brother and sister resembled each other closely, especially since the boy still had that androgynous aspect boys barely past puberty have. His dark long lashes, bedroom eyes, high cheekbones and delicate frame registered well with the teacher, registered as a small tingling itch on her clit. His smile was captivating and Ellen tried not to become flustered. They all moved toward the door, the boy first, then his sister. As she watched the near obscene swing of Cristina's ass, the spandex inseam tucked tight into the girl's crack, Ellen wished she had a cock, a long hard dick to insert there. Those small tight globes wetted Ellen's tongue. Her clit was long, and in her mind was a boy's throbbing member. Picturing the use of her favorite strap-on she resolved to seduce the girl. Ellen couldn't control these thought even if she wanted to. "Cristina," she called in the friendliest way she knew how. Brother and sister paused and turned. "Why don't you and Jordan have dinner with me tonight? I'm a good cook and no matter what its bound to be better than the cafeteria! I mean if you don't have any other plans?" Of course the girl agreed and it was arranged for 6:30. The boy would be a problem, but something would work out. At four o'clock, her classes finished, Ellen made a small detour on her walk home. Normally she didn't have to pass "the beach" but anticipation of tonight's possibilities aroused her and the many scantily clad bodies stretched out on that green lawn would allow her libido to limber up. Sure enough, there were dozens of lithe bodies, appealing young male and female bodies, toned, uninhibited bodies from which to glean images. Mental pictures she could recall on a dark night in bed when her wet fingers were at her pussy and ass. "There's that bitch I always see," she spoke to herself. "God she's sooo fucking sexy--sexy, and knows it. Delicious looking tits. I'll suck them for you, bitch. Your boyfriend looks like a dope but he's just the kind to have a big dick. I'll bet he shoves it in you hard and deep. I've got a hard cock too, darling. What color would you like?" Dinner went even better than expected. Ellen was a good cook. They finished a bottle of wine, and then some. Even Jordan had a glass. By the time desert was on the table the wine had made the boy's lids heavy. They encouraged him to move to the couch and watch television. The opportunity came in the small kitchen as the student and the teacher cleaned up. White spandex shorts hugged the young girls ass and crotch and displayed her form so temptingly. Ellen' sleek body was shown to good advantage in very slim jeans, the very low rise tucked the inseam up between her ass cheeks and pressed on her labia. Each watched the other move, bend, reach. The small talk soon petered out. A period of silence followed which gave Ellen the opportunity she sought. "Why did you do that in class today, Cris?" They were only inches apart. As the girl turned to speak, her gorgeous tits brushed against Ellen, and she fixed the teacher with her eyes. "For the same reason I just did that." "What?" "Rubbed you." "It gets me hot." "I'm glad." "Watching you in class playing with yourself gets me hot," she whispered, "You'd better stop it." "Why?" "You get me hot--You got me hot from the first day." The air between them was electric. Cristina lowered her eyes and in a tiny voice said, "I know," which she followed with a smirky smile of satisfaction. "That's what I want--to get you hot. ... "I want to get you hot... You get me hot. ... I want to fuck you." "So you like pussy? "Yes." "You little vixen! I'll bet you get a lot of boys and girls very, very hot!" They kissed. Not just kissed, but raped each other's mouth with tongues hot with desire and sexual need. The need overwhelmed any fear for her position Ellen felt. This first time they were too passionate to bother with the comfort of the bedroom. After her thin shorts rolled down and off Cristina was hustled on to one of the kitchen chairs. She slouched far forward, opened her legs wide, inviting Ellen to partake. The girl's pussy did not disappoint in any way. Not in looks, not in size, not in smell. Her cunt, trimmed and puffy, nestled in the "v" of well tanned legs, the labia a smooth bulge. It had the appearance of a well sculpted body in itself. And it tasted especially lovely. A young smell of sexual excitement mixed with lavender, spice, and very faintly, piss. Ellen wiped the cunt with her face, determined to give the girl the best eating-out of her young life. "Oh, oh...oh...eat me...my pussy it's hot for you...Ellen, oh, Ellen..." she murmured "...you lezzy bitch...your tongue..." She spread open wider still and pressed hard against the ravenous mouth. All the previous experiences with girls went through Ellen's mind, but this was the best: this girl had no inhibitions. "Put your finger in my ass." Cristina insisted quietly, and when Ellen was slow to act demanded again... "in my ass baby... finger it...finger like it's a cock," said through clenched teeth because the boy, her brother, was in the next room. The hot and heavy orgasm happened right there on the kitchen chair. That piece of furniture would always remind Ellen of their lust and she made a point of choosing it often, or seating other young visitors in it. In that chair at breakfast she sometimes became aroused and understood how an object could become a fetish, charged with erotic energy. They moved to the bedroom on tip toes. The boy, feeling the result of dinner wine and the long day, had dozed off on the couch and seemed pretty dead to the world. They left him there confident the television would keep him busy should he awake. The small orange glow cast by the night light In the bedroom complimented their warm and aroused bodies. The room had the look and scent of a modern young woman, a few suggestive pictures of Ellen and the vague smell of pussy. Ellen told Cristina to stand apart the better to admire her young form, an athletic tawny body taut and radiant in sexiness. Naked, the student was everything the teacher had wished for. She knew she might be risking her career just as it was starting. But sex was more important than work in Ellen's calculations. She would clean toilets all day if she could come home and eat the pussy of a girl this beautiful. The silent evaluation Cristina gave Ellen's body would have pleased any woman. The narrow waist, boyish hips, c sized breasts were without blemish of any sort. Best was the smooth and even skin everywhere evenly pigmented and glowing good health. It would be easy to eat this woman thought the girl, to fuck her cunt and ass and mouth, to suck the firm cup-shaped tits for hours, to become her passionate lover during her four years in this school. "What do you like baby?" the older woman whispered. When there was only silence, she explained, "I'll put my tongue wherever you want it. My fingers, my rubber dick. my vibrator. Where should I start? Don't be shy." Cristina was demure, but finally said very softly "Start with my ass... I love to have my ass...," and turned face down into a downward dog pose. "And I like doing it. I'll for you, too." Of course Ellen knew what to do and applied her tongue skillfully to the girl's anus. She had enjoyed anal play from her earliest days and was glad to see Cristina present her ass for similar enjoyment. Gradually they maneuvered into a 69 position, licking ass and pussy as they pleased, arousing each other into to near delirious state Then the strap on dick was taken out and put on Ellen. The girl sucked it then put it in her cunt. The girl was experienced and not shy. No coaxing was necessary. Sounds of lust and desire and satisfaction quietly filled the comfortable room, both girls lost in each others warmth and smell and touch. That's why they didn't notice the boy standing and watching. Jordan might be only 13 but he knew the score. His sister had seen to that. He knew his sister liked pussy because she told him so and had show him pictures of herself licking-off some of her hot high school friends. And they played with each other often. He was nine when he first tasted her 14 year old pussy. He displayed such a fondness for eating his sister she invited a few select girl friends to enjoy his talent too. And they were nice to his little dick, cooing and ahhing over the little stiff member, which always found its way into one of their mouths. The girls often debated who was the better cunt eater, little Jordan or his big sister. "Hello, beautiful," his sister said when she saw him, "do you like what you see?" Cristina had turned onto her back to say this, but Ellen remained face down. "Take off your clothes Jordan let us see you." This startled Ellen who remained unmoving. He shed everything without further ado. "Look at him Ellen. Don't I have a beautiful brother? Turn over and look!" What Ellen saw was indeed beautiful. Jordan had a masculine form to be sure, but his body still held that soft androgynous appearance boys just past puberty keep until about 15. Just like his sister, his skin had a golden glow Ellen admired and envied. His hair was full and lush over his forehead above clear blue eyes. His lips were full and pouty, very sensual. Ellen felt herself responding sexually, responding in her pussy. Responding to a boy! Ellen hadn't had much experience with dicks but what hung between Jordan legs, now swelling up and stretching out, looked impressive to her. "Didn't I tell you he had a big cock for a kid in the 8th grade?" "Humm, sweet," "How long is it now, Jordan?" Proudly he answered, "Six and a half inches, just over. I'm the biggest in the class. Thomas is almost as big but I beat him!" "Beat him...off?' said sister with a sly grin. He blushed so cutely. "Come here and use you mouth on me, Jordan. Just looking at you gets me hot, you little cute puppy!" He wasn't shy. Ellen watched, a little jealously. Her mouth was on his sister a short time ago. Perhaps she could learn from him since obviously he'd been pleasing her with his mouth for some time. The girls' lust for each other had been gratified but their libidos had not slackened. Both were still ready for more stimulation, for more play, for still another orgasm. They were about to violate and enjoy an new aspect of perversity, guided by the 18 year old. It was the boy. "Jordan... Oh you little darling. Ellen and I had the most wonderful cum just now... ...it was really good Jordan!" He could hear the proof in her husky voice. He stood before them naked. He liked being admired. He struck a few simple poses. Eyes toured his body but ended their journey on his cock as it grew rigid and gleaming. Ellen circled around him curious not to miss any part. His ass was feminine. "I wasn't really asleep. Not for long anyway." "It turned you on, didn't it? Watching us. Isn't she beautiful, Jordan? Look at her breasts. Would you just love to suck them? I know how much you like mine. And her ass: you'll like it as much as mine, if she'll let you." Their love making didn't surprise him. Years back he knew his sister liked sex with girls. In the sixth grade the sleep-overs usually ended with sex and in high school she had about five playmates who were "regulars." What did surprise him was what she did and said next. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her mouth just a few inches from the tip of his rigid cock. He felt her breath on it as she spoke. "Ellen, this young boy is a very accomplished pussy licker. I taught him what to do, " she said proudly. Then her wet warm mouth took in her brother's cock. When she didn't have a girl to lick her pussy she taught him to do it. He was nine years old the first time. He was very good at it. Ellen, a witness to incest, watched and was aroused. It made her more horny and wet than she could remember. In a haze of lust she knelt behind the girl and played with her adolescent tits, tweaking the long hard nipples. Wonderful tits that the boy no doubt had sucked many times. A long low growl in Cristina's throat, which her brother felt on his dick, signaled approval and encouragement to Ellen. She had him close to an orgasm when she popped his hard dick out of her mouth and told him to lean over the bed. "I gotta shoot now! Christina, help me," he pleaded "I'm going to cum!" "No! Not yet. Get on your knees and lean over." And to Ellen: "Get in the strapon, quick!" "Please, please. I can't stop it!" His sister reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. He fell to his knees in a helpless state. The black rubber cock strapped onto Ellen fascinated him. It was just like his own cock, about six inches, curved upward a little, and very slippery looking. He wanted to watch it go in his sister. But she had a surprise in mind. She pushed his face down into the mattress and silently motioned to Ellen. He felt the dick against his asshole, and tried to rise. "No! No I've never done that. Don't fuck me! Please." Ellen needed no more encouragement from his sister. She was on fire with lust. The rubber cock was a real cock as far as she cared. "Don't worry little puppy....Relax honey...we're going to make your pussy feel good. Your boy pussy is going to know what girls feel like when they get fucked. "I'm not a girl, you fuckin bitch!" "I know honey, I know. ...This is all part of growing up. Part of your education. Every man needs a dick up his ass at least once." It made some weird kind of sense to the boy and he calmed down some. She told Ellen to gently press forward and he to squeeze and relax, and each time it would go in deeper. That way he could be in control. Yes, it would hurt a little at first then it would pass into him and he would open without him even trying. And that's what happened. He enjoyed it. And he came all over the bed sheets. "How did you know for me do that, the squeeze part?" he asked her on the drive home. She was silent for awhile, staring down the road at the distant headlights of an oncoming car. "I'm going to tell you a secret. And it must remain a secret. Got it, puppy?" With some hesitation he answered ok. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear what was coming. "Daddy. Daddy taught me." Long silence. "You mean he...Daddy ... he fucked you... in the ass?" "Yeah, baby brother. He did. When I was 13. And I liked it. Does that shock you?" They rode in silence for a long time, each deep in thought and memories and realizations. Finally she spoke to him again. "I love you Jordan. You learned a lot at school today." Julian e-mail: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com The author would very much like to hear from you. Responses from appreciative readers keep me writing.