Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 12:36:48 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Look at my Daughter Look at my Daughter By Misty Meadow Just as the school bell goes off, the headmistress's secretary comes into my classroom. Pushing her way through the stream of departing schoolgirls as they chat and giggle, she approaches my desk. "She wants to see you ASAP," she announces, a smug look on her face. She loves it when we teachers get in trouble, the fucking bitch. Schadenfreude it's called: taking pleasure in the misfortune of others. "Okay," I say, giving her a dirty look. I go to the head's office, knock and go in. "Ah, Misty, thank you for coming," she says, a welcoming smile on her face. "Please sit down." Her demeanour doesn't suggest that I'm about to get a bollocking or anything. Miss Madeline Black looks over her half moon glasses at me. "You've been here - how long, now?" Oh, this is just my annual assessment, I think, relief sweeping through me. For a minute there I thought some of the girls might have been talking about me, saying things that could get me into trouble. "A year. Is this my annual?" "Yes and no. Here's my report." She passes it across the desk to me. "You needn't read it right now, it's all glowing praise. We think you fit in perfectly here and you're doing a great job. Keep up the good work. No, I wanted to talk to you about something else." This can't be good, I think. "As you probably know, I spend a lot of time talking with individual girls, as I believe every good headmistress should, so I feel that I have my finger on the pulse as it were. These last few weeks, I've learned that several girls have crushes on you." Shit! Someone's talked. "I . . ." "Let me finish. Crushes on teachers, especially girls worshipping female staff, are everyday events." Unless you happen to be the kid who's in love, I think. "I had half a dozen crushes, beginning when I was an infant until I finally blundered though puberty and fell in love with a girl of my own age." So are the rumours that she's gay true? She's still single with no boyfriend and now in her thirties. "I imagine you had crushes, too." She poses it as a question, her eyebrows raised. I chuckle. "Lots and lots." There were not many times when I didn't have a crush on an older girl, a teacher or a neighbour. "It's all part of growing up," she continues, "and there's nothing wrong with it. We wouldn't be able to stop it even if we wanted to. This isn't the Victorian age, thank God. From what I could find out without violating anyone's privacy, there are at least half a dozen girls in this school, three of them in your own class, who have at least a minor crush on you, and one girl in particular who seems to be head over heels. I'm talking about Cassandra." Ah, Cassy, my sweet darling. To describe Cassy as beautiful would be like calling the Atlantic Ocean "damp". Although only eleven years old and still prepubescent, she has a kind of smoldering undercurrent of sexuality that sets my pulse racing and I'm fully aware of the fact that she's obsessed with me. I can tell from the way the other girls smirk at her, then at me, then back at her again. It speaks volumes. "Cassandra, yes," I say, my voice neutral. "Her grades are slipping a bit." "A bit? No, she's falling behind. Don't try to cover for her, it'll only hurt in the long run. I had her in here yesterday and we had a long talk. She had no explanation for her falling grades, so I suggested one. I put it to her that it might be because she was more focused on her teacher than on the material being taught. I went on to reassure her that there's nothing wrong with having a crush on a teacher. I even told her about some of my own childhood longings to put her at ease, and so she admitted that she was `totally in love with you', as she put it. Once that was out, the floodgates opened and she gushed about how beautiful you are, not inaccurately by the way, and how adorable, elegant and caring you are, and a stream of other superlatives all in praise of you. I let her vent on. It couldn't do any harm for her to let it all out. I explained that whatever her dreams might be, it could never be possible for you and her to have any kind of intimacy. You could never kiss, for example." "Exactly!" I affirm, secretly imagining us, lip to lip, my pulse racing. "Now you're fully aware that the national policy on gay teachers is to live and let live, but the strictures on physical contact are rigid." "I'd never . . ." "I know. We trust you. I don't care whether you're gay or not. That doesn't affect your work. But you can't allow any feelings of compassion for the poor besotted girl to get the better of you." "I would never . . ." She cuts me off again. "The reason I mention it is because as she sat in that very chair, she was sprawled out with her legs spread wide, displaying about half a square metre of white cotton panties. It looked like it was just an accident, but remembering my own childhood when I wasn't above showing off my knickers to adults with some ulterior motive, maybe it was a way to distract me and deflect any criticism. Does she do that to you?" "What? Flash her knickers? Most of them do, but yes, she more than most." "I have to confess it didn't leave me unmoved. It almost seemed like an invitation, though given her feelings for you, she was aiming at the wrong target. Perhaps that kind of teasing is just second nature to her, just a habit. How do you respond when she does that in your class? She's on the front row, right?" "I try to ignore it and not make it into an issue. If I bring attention to it, they'll just do it more, claiming it's all just carelessness." The real reason I don't call her on it is because I have a thing about little girls showing off their knickers in inviting ways and I don't want it to stop. "You're probably right to ignore it, but don't let any of those cryptic invitations overcome your common sense. I suppose we're all vulnerable, but who knows how many careers have been ruined when teachers succumbed to temptation? Yes, those young girls can be adorable but we have to remain strong if they're to have a good education. A little heartache now is better than a huge destructive scandal later in life, don't you think? I'm not insensitive to the longings of my girls, but . . . well you know what I'm driving at." "I do, Headmistress." "Call me Maddy. There's no reason why we can't be friends, especially now that we hope you'll be staying her for a long time." This is a little too close to home so I try to change the subject. "Who's she?" I ask, indicating a framed photo on her desk, a portrait of a lovely young girl. "My little girl, Cherish." "I didn't know you had a daughter. Which form is she in?" "Oh, she doesn't go to this school. She's at St. Agatha's. Only the best for her." This is an astronomically expensive private girls' school on the other side of town, with a reputation for excellence. "How old is she?" "Eleven." Same age as my beloved Cassy. Hmmm. "Here, I have more pictures of her." She taps on her mobile and hands it to me. The screen shows a girl who, impossible though it might seem, is even more adorable than my Cassy. She has the face of an angel and the figure of a slender prepubescent schoolgirl. She's dressed in St. Agatha's uniform, dark blue skirt, white blouse and navy blazer. White ankle socks complete the image of a child. I thumb to the next picture and see Cherish sitting on a flight of stairs, her legs spread as wide as Cassy's have ever been, displaying, carelessly or otherwise, her snow white knickers. "Yes," says Maddy, "she's a tease, just like your girls. Take a look at the next one." I thumb to it and gasp. She's lying down and the camera must have been near her feet, so I have a foreshortened view of her naked body, her legs apart just enough to show her sweet undeveloped slit. Above I see her flat chest with its tiny nipples and her face bearing a contented smile. She seems to be saying, "I know I'm beautiful", though not with any trace of arrogance. "Ever since last summer, she loves being naked." "What happened?" "We spent a week at the country house of a minor member of the aristocracy, whose name I'd rather not mention. She has a daughter of Cherish's age and there were half a dozen other women guests, all of them gay, and the whole week was a kind of nudist fiesta. We all spent the whole time without a stitch on. My daughter loved it. She spent a lot of time alone with her new friend and I've no idea what they got up to. After that, she gets naked at every opportunity, not just at home, but wherever she can get away with it. I've had complaints from the parents of kids with whom she's had sleepovers, so now those kids have to come to our house." So my headmistress is hinting that she's gay. Mmm. She must have guessed my thoughts because she says, "In case you're wondering, yes, I'm gay and unattached, but don't get any ideas. I never mix work with play." "I'll bear that in mind," I say, by way of admitting I share her sexual orientation without actually having to state it. "After our week in the country, I asked her if any of the guests had hit up on her and she assured me that the adults hadn't. `What about the youngster?' She said she couldn't tell me as she was sworn to secrecy. I complimented her on her discretion, but that told me something had happened. I didn't press her on it. Anyway, I'm telling you all this because I'd like you to come over for dinner this evening at about seven. I want you to meet her, and she's like Cassandra in spades. She's become a dedicated exhibitionist and I've given up on trying to talk her out of it. I can't bring myself to punish her just because she's proud of her body. I'm proud of mine, and you . . .?" "Immensely!" I affirm, grinning. "I think of myself as hot stuff." "An accurate self assessment, Misty. I think Cherish will like you. Don't be alarmed if she starts acting promiscuously. You can look, but you can't touch, okay?" I nod. "So, seven o'clock then, dress informal." "Thank you, Headmistress." "Maddy," she corrects me. I leave, my head in a whirl. Her behaviour seems a bit peculiar. Why does she want me to meet her gorgeous daughter if she suspects that I'm attracted to young girls? One would've thought she'd want to keep me away from her. And now, for once, Cassy is not at the forefront of my mind. Although I've only seen a photo of Cherish, I know I'm not going to be able to forget her any time soon. _______________________________ I arrive promptly at seven, having changed into a dangerously short flimsy cotton sundress, though which, if you look carefully, you can see my white knickers. On my feet are sparkly sandals. I ring the door bell, the door opens and there stands Cherish in her school uniform. "Hi, you must be Misty. Come on in. Mum's in the kitchen, cooking." "Oh, my God! You're even lovelier than your picture." She must be used to flattery, as she takes it in her stride. "Which picture did you see? The one in this uniform?" "Yes and the one on the stairs." She grins. "And the naked one?" "That one was awesome! You looked so relaxed." "My Mona Lisa smile, Mum calls that one. It's her favourite. She has lots of pictures of me with nothing on. She'll probably show them to you later on. Sit down." She indicates the sofa and I sit at one end, but she sits opposite me in an arm chair. Despite the fact that she's known me for less than a minute, she adopts a pose of utter carelessness, her body sprawled back, one leg tucked under her bum, giving me a delicious view of her white knickers. Her mum was right. Although it looks innocent enough, I'm betting this is a deliberate tease. I don't bother sneaking looks, I just stare at her, leaning back "carelessly" so that she can see my knickers if she wants to. It seems she does, because she gazes up my short dress, a smile on her lovely face. Maddy comes in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel. "Ah, you've met. Dinner won't be long. Go wash your hands, Cherish." She runs upstairs. "Now do you see what I meant in our conversation this afternoon? Every chance she gets, she shows herself off. I've given up trying to correct her. My own Mum tried to stop me from doing exactly the same thing and I just ignored her. It always gave me a little thrill when men, and particularly women, looked up my skirt, so why should I deny my own daughter that same thrill?" "I know what you mean," I said, retaining my relaxed pose. She smiled at me. "Are you trying to tease me?" "I wouldn't dream of it. Work and play, you said. You're off limits." Even if it were not so, any interest I might have in Maddy would be swamped by my instant lust for her daughter. "Alas, yes. I wish it could be otherwise. You're a very beautiful girl, Misty." "Thank you, and I have to say the same is true of you." At this moment, Cherish comes down the stairs and sprawls back in the chair, this time with her legs spread wide, her feet on the floor. "Are you gonna take pictures of me?" she asks. I look over to Maddy. "Why not!" she says. "Everyone else does. We can add them to our collection." "Cherish said something about lots of pictures of her naked." "We'll look at those after dinner. You like having guests look at them, don't you, my darling? Come on into the dining room and eat." Dinner is soup, salad and pasta alfredo, simple and delicious. "Now for the show," says Maddy, clearly eager to show off her daughter. We sit in a row on the sofa with Cherish in the middle and a laptop on the coffee table. Maddy starts a slideshow. Cherish leans against my shoulder and her thigh presses against mine. The show blows me away, not just the beauty and sexuality of her daughter, and not so much by the provocative nature of the pictures, but by Maddy's eagerness. As we look at shot after shot of Cherish undressing and posing in her knickers, then dozens of shots of her posing naked, always positioned to ensure that her pussy is prominently displayed, Maddy keeps up a stream of appreciative comments, such as "Isn't she sexy?" or "Oh, look at that," or "Oh how naughty!" The last picture shows a smiling Maddy sitting on a kitchen chair with Cherish sitting on her lap leaning back against her, her thighs supported by Maddy's hands which are pulling them as wide as they'll go. They're both naked and the pictures screams, "Look at my daughter!" "Holy cow!" I exclaim. "This is child pornography!" "Which is why you're never going to tell anyone, are you?" "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. This is the kind of porn I really like." Cherish laughs. "So you like me with nothing on?" "You're adorable. You're the most gorgeous little girl I've ever seen." "I'll copy these pictures to a thumb drive for you to take home," says Maddy. "It's not safe to email them." "Thank you. I should confess that I have a collection of my own, downloaded from the internet over the years, many of them of naked girls, but nothing to rival these. They're fantastic, Cherish. You're a star." "She told me she wants to be a porn star when she grows up," her mother says. "Or a stripper," Cherish adds. "I like taking my clothes off." No shit, I think. "I gotta go pee," she adds. As soon as she's out of the room, Maddy leans in close and reveals to me just exactly what's going on. "You might be wondering why I'm showing you lewd pictures of my daughter." "Yes, I was wondering." "The thing is, I want my daughter to grow up to be gay, just as I am. I love being gay. I've been attracted to girls ever since I was little and my first sexual experiences were with girls my own age, starting at ten years old when my best friend and I confessed to each other that we masturbated, then showed each other how we did it. Ever since, the sight of a hairless, prepubescent cunt arouses me beyond belief. The only thing that stops me from having sex with Cherish is the incest taboo. Goddamn it, that gets in the way of everything! If I made a move on her, I'd feel so guilty it would cast a shadow over both our lives. I want her to enjoy the thrills of gay sex and though she's shown no interest in boys, I want to ensure that her gay side develops without any setbacks and it seems to me that you're the most eligible candidate to teach her. So many of our pupils admire you, sexually or otherwise, I'm sure that Cherish won't reject your advances, indeed, all that knicker display earlier, and her eagerness to let you see our `naughty' pictures tells me you're the right person to `seduce' her, if that's the right word." "I think she's about to seduce me," I respond. She chuckles. "You could be right. Just let it happen. I know you won't do anything that might upset her. We had the `birds and bees' talk years ago and she's read several books about human sexuality, so she knows enough to say `no' if necessary, thought I can't imagine her actually doing it, so you have my permission to . . ." Cherish returns from the loo, dragging her knickers up as she enters the room. "Permission to what?" she asks. "To make you happy, my darling," Maddy anwers. "Would you like to do a show for Misty?" "I thought you'd never ask," Cherish says. "Get your phone ready, Misty." I take my phone from the pocket of my dress and set it up for photos. "Show us your . . ." Maddy is too late. Cherish has already lifted the front of her skirt high on her chest, happily displaying her white knickers. My heart is pounding as I take several shots. Then she drops it, unzips it at the side and lets it fall round her ankles. "I think poor Cassandra is going to get her heart broken," Maddy whispers to me. A few hours ago, I couldn't believe that any little girl could excite me as much as Cassy, but now, I'm almost forgotten about her. "I'll try to let her down gently," I say. Cherish slowly unbuttons her blouse and spreads it wide open. Although her nipples are still tiny on her flat chest, the gesture is a clear invitation. She shrugs it off her shoulders and steps out of her skirt as my flash goes off every few seconds, capturing it all. "Now for the best bit," she says, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her knickers and ever so slowly pulling them further and further down until her pussy is not quite visible. She looks up at us to see if we're paying attention. She's not disappointed. "Shall I? Shall I pull them down further so you can see my cunt?" "Yes! Yes!" we chorus. Millimetre by millimetre her knickers descend until her little slit is exposed. She stands, the cotton panties stretched from thigh to thigh, her hands on her bum, her hips thrust lewdly forward. "Look! I'm showing off my cunt! Am I sexy?" "Deliciously!" Maddy affirms. "I never tire of watching you do this, my love. What do you think, Misty?" "Cunt?" I whisper. "I love it when she talks dirty." "Oh, you're driving me crazy," I say to Cherish, "you little tease." "Take `em off and spread your legs for Misty." Cherish brings her feet together and her knickers fall to the floor, then she sits on the coffee table with her feet up next to her bum, her legs wide once again. It's a picture of utter depravity, enhanced by her inviting smile. I capture it with my phone. "Oh, Cherish, my love, you're the sexiest little thing I've ever seen, ever dreamed about." "Does she make your panties wet?" her mother asks. "Soaking!" I say. "Let's see them!" Cherish calls and I stand and lift my dress just as she did. They both gaze at me. "Gimme your phone, Mum." The flash goes off half a dozen times, then Maddy tells me to take my dress off and I oblige. Being in front of them in just my own white cotton knickers is deliciously thrilling. Cherish isn't the only one who likes to show off. "Nice! Nice!" Maddy murmurs. "Get your knickers off!" Cherish commands. "No, you take `em off." She doesn't need to be asked twice. She leans forward and drags them down to my ankles. "Oh, you've shaved your pussy," she comments. "So I can look like a little girl," I say. "Little girls are my thing." "No shit," Maddy murmurs. The flash goes off again and again as I pose, not as inventively as Cherish, but by my standards, quite lasciviously. Maddy is staring at me the whole time. Offering myself in this way is something that's entirely new for me and excites me beyond anything I've ever felt. It's clear from the expression on Maddy's face that she is very strongly attracted to me and Cherish's diligence in taking so many pictures, lots of them close ups of my cunt is causing my heart to pound. I kneel on all fours facing away from her, my bum up in the air, both my orifices on offer, then I lie on the couch and lift my legs up, my knees beside my head and pull my pussy lips apart to reveal my pink grotto. "Bravo!" Maddy cries. "Fucking awesome!" Cherish enthuses. After a couple of dozen lewd poses, I run out of ideas. I sit between them on the couch, my face and chest flushed as we look at the pictures on the phone's small screen. I have to confess I make a pretty good porn star. They make "Ooh" and "Aah" noises as we scroll through. "My God, Misty, you've got me so fucking aroused," says Maddy. "Why don't you masturbate then, Mum?" Cherish asks, her eyes bright. "Sometimes I let her watch me," Maddy confides, "but that's as far as I'll go." "Get your knickers off," says Cherish, grinning widely. "You take `em off," Maddy says to her. "No, Misty should do it. Go on, Misty, take Mum's knickers off so she can show us her magnificent cunt." I kneel between Maddy's feet, reach up under her dress and drag her knickers down, flinging them aside. She spread her legs and we get a clear view of her shaved cunt, big brown lips enclosing smaller pink ones and at the top, an enormous clit, already pink and swollen. Juice drips down her perineum and over her bum hole. With one hand, she thrust two fingers up herself and with the other, she takes her clit between forefinger and thumb and wanks it like a little dick. I look across to Cherish to see her gazing enthralled at her mother while she fingers herself, thrusting her middle finger deep into her cunt. Not to be outdone, I follow suit, spreading my lips and stroking and fingering my own cunt which has been soaking wet since before dinner. "Mum, why don't you let Misty do it for you," Cherish asks, "while I take pictures?" Maddy comes out of dreamland. "Because I don't mix work and pleasure," she says, then, realising that they're already mixed, says, "Okay, I suppose it wouldn't hurt just this once." "Yeah, do it, Misty! Masturbate my mum! Make her cum!" I reach across and push Maddy's hands away, replacing them with my own. "Lick her!" Cherish demands. "Lick her cunt! I wanna watch!" At this point, I'll do anything that Cherish wants and I'm already so turned on that I'm very happy to bury my face between Maddy's thighs and give her pussy a good eating. I drop to my knees and get between her legs. Cherish's face is alight as I lean in and begin to lick Maddy's copious juices, making slurping noises to deliberately add a sound component to the scene. I take her oversized clit between my lips and suck it in and out, rapidly. Now I know why gay guys like to suck cocks. Her trembling body tells me how much she's loving it and this is what sex is all about: pleasing one's partner. "Yeah, yeah," I hear Cherish whispering to herself as the camera flash fires, over and over, capturing everything. Then Maddy cums. She lets out a loud moan as her hips arch up, thrusting against my face, her fingers digging into my scalp, her thighs clamping my head. "Oh, my God!" I hear Cherish gasping. "Look at that! She came, Misty, my mum came!" "Did you get it all?" I ask. "Perfectly! It's a perfect porn movie." Maddy opens her eyes and sits up. "Jesus, Misty! I came like a fucking train wreck! I'm wiped out." She looks down at herself, her legs still spread wide and sees the trickle of juice still dripping from her cunt. "I'd better go shower," she says, getting to her feet. "Take your time, Mum." After she leaves, Cherish and I sit on the couch and look at the pictures she took. "My mum's so fucking sexy!" she says. "Have you and she ever . . . ?" "No. From time to time I try to touch her cunt or suck on her tits, but she always turns me down. She says it'd make her feel guilty, `cos I'm her daughter." "Would you feel guilty?" "Shit, no! I'd LOVE it!" "I think you're mum wants you to practice on me, so that you'll grow up to be totally gay." "Of course I'll be gay. I'm gay already." "Have you had gay sex then?" She snorts derisively. "What do you think we girls do in the bathroom at school? Lunchtime, all the stalls are full, two or more girls to a stall, all of us kissing and fingering each other. Some of the teachers know what's going on, but they don't do anything to stop it." "Really? It's not like that where I teach, at least as far as I know, though a lot of girls have crushes on their teachers. I have at least three in my class and there are others, I'm told, who profess to love me." "But of course they do! You're so beautiful, Misty." "One girl in particular, her name's Cassandra, is head over heels. She sits on the front row with her legs spread and shows of her knickers shamelessly." "Do you tell her off?" "Shit, no. I just look and look. I can't take my eyes off her. Just like I couldn't take my eyes off you when you first lifted your dress. You've no idea how sexy that looked." "I think I do know. I like it when other girls show their knickers and their cunts for me. That's why I do it so much myself." I slide off the couch on to my knees in front of her, gently press her legs apart and stare at her sweet little slit that bisects her prominent mound. "Oh, yes, look at me! Look as long as you like. The more you look, the more excited I get." With her fingertips, she spreads her slit open to reveal the pink walls of her vagina that frame the narrow dark tunnel that disappears into her. I want to shink myself down to an inch tall, so I can climb inside her and crawl up it. I feel like I could spend the rest of my life looking at her sweet treasure, so willingly offered to me. I look up at her angel face, her eyes brimming with love, or is it just sexual excitement? Whichever, I'm not going to pass this opportunity up. I lean in and kiss her slit. "Oh, yes, lick me! Lick me like my friends at school lick me." I push my tongue into her, but tongues are too short to do a good job, so I lick up and down her slit, finally concentrating on her tiny little bud. "And I lick them, too. I love it! The smell and taste of a cunt drives me crazy. I guess I'm just a dirty minded little kid." "No, not `dirty minded'," I counter. "Open minded. Willing to try anything. Like this." I put my hands under the back of her knees and lift her legs up beside her head. "Put your feet on my shoulders," I tell her, then after teasing her cunt for a few seconds, press my tongue against her bum hole. She shudders with delight. I probe, but she hasn't yet learned to relax her sphincter. No problem, I'll soon teach her. "Oh, Misty, you naughty lady! No one's ever licked my bum before. It was nice. Do it again." I repeat my efforts to penetrate her anus, then suck on my finger and insert it. "Oh yes! Finger fuck me! This is awesome, nearly as good as a finger up my cunt." I go back to licking her cunt again, hoping to bring her to orgasm, but it seems she wants to talk. "Can I lick you, Misty," she asks. Oh, my God, I've died and gone to heaven. "Ask me nicely," I say. "Oh, please, please, Misty, let me lick your cunt," she begs. "Please, please! I'll do anything if you'll let me lick you." "Of course you can," I tell her, sitting back on the couch and spreading my legs. In a flash she's down there between them, her face in my crotch, her tongue working furiously to arouse me even more than I already am. That's when Maddy comes back into the room. I'm wondering how she'll react to the sight of her eleven year old daughter eating the pussy of an adult woman, but I needn't have worried. "Bravo!" Maddy cries. "Oh, what a thrilling sight! My own daughter eating pussy! All my hopes and dreams are coming true. Don't stop, Sweetheart, make her cum. Take Misty up to heaven! Oh, you seem to be doing that so well. Is she a good cunt licker, Misty?" "The best," I manage to gasp. "I'm gonna cum any second." At this, Cherish redoubles her efforts to bring me off and as her mother looks on, she succeeds, giving me the most incredible orgasm, bigger and longer lasting than I've ever had before, making my toes curl and my heart to almost explode. I hear someone yelling and I realise it's me, out of control. As I slowly return to the real world, Maddy has crouched down beside her daughter with her arm round her shoulder. "I'm so proud of you," she murmurs. "You're just as gay as I am. Oh, what joy!" I roll away from them and get to my feet. My cunt drips juice on to the carpet. "I'm gonna shower," I say, leaving them to it. When I return from my shower, to my surprise, I find Cherish, still on her knees but her mum is now on the couch, her legs spread for her daughter, who buries her face in her mother's cunt and laps away like a thirsty cat with a bowl of cream. I rush to sit beside her. "Don't feel guilty, Maddy. You're making her happy. How bad can that be?" She's speechless, carried away by the loving caresses of her daughter's tongue and fingers. I find my phone and take some pictures as Maddy writhes and twitches, looking like she's having a grand mal seizure, until she comes with a violent shudder. "Oh, Mum, my darling Mum, did I make you cum?" She smiles, weakly. "Like a rocket! I saw stars!" Cherish smiles, proudly. "Now it's my turn to make you cum, my darling. Lie down on your back and spread those lovely legs of yours. I'm gonna drive you crazy?" Gone is the guilt ridden professional educator, replaced by a lust craze lesbian, teaching her daughter how to arouse and satisfy her female lovers. Not that she had much to learn. It's not long before Cherish cums, crying and gasping as the waves of love course through her. Maddy lifts her head and looks up into her eyes. "Was that your first orgasm, my darling?" she asks. "Fuck no," she answers, between gasps for air. "Lots of girls at school can make me cum. They have to take turns, there are so many of them." Maddy curls her body round her daughter, like two spoons. I seem to have been forgotten. ______________________________ It's the following week and I'm back in the headmistress's office. "I want to thank you for helping me overcome my reluctance to making love with my daughter. You managed to break down a wall that was keeping us from fully expressing our love for each other. Now she sleeps in my bed every night. I have a hard time keeping up with her, she's so insatiable. I can imagine what it'll be like when puberty arrives and she grows into a woman. Watch out girls, my daughter's gonna ravish you all!" I laugh, dutifully. "Cherish sends her love and her thanks." But not an invitation to continue where we left off, I note. It seems that her mother is providing all the sexual activity she needs and I was just a ship that passed in the night. "How are you getting on with your girls?" Maddy asks. "Okay, for the most part. Cassy and two of her friends have fallen even further behind with her maths and they might need some special remedial instruction after school." "I'd be careful with that. Don't let things get out of hand on school property. If you're going to offer special instruction, it might be better if you do it in your own home so if things get out of control, if you know what I mean, at least there won't be any witnesses to report you." She smiles, knowingly. "Thanks, I'll be careful." I go back to my classroom and there is Cassy and her two friends, the ones suspected of having crushes on me, sitting on the front row, their legs deliberately splayed, showing off their snow white cotton knickers. After the lesson I ask them to stay in the classroom after the others leave, and I propose my idea of extra maths lessons at my house, every Saturday morning. They're all eager to participate. Later, I call their parents and get the okay from them. It all seems so easy. _______________________________ Saturday comes and the girls arrive at my house, all wearing deliciously short dresses, probably by arrangement. I'm dressed in a short bath robe which barely covers my bum and underneath, a pair of utterly sheer knickers that are so transparent I might as well not be wearing them. I sit them on the couch in front of which is my coffee table, now strewn with maths text books that somehow, I don't think are going to get used today. As I stand in front of them, the belt of my robe "accidentally" comes undone and it opens to reveal my sexy knickers and my small firm tits. The girls gaze at me, entranced. "Oh, Miss Meadow," Cassy breathes, "you're so beautiful!" The other girls murmur agreement. I spread the robe wide to show myself to full advantage. "You can call me Misty. Take pictures if you like." Suddenly the room is lit by camera flashes. "My turn now," I say, aiming my own phone. "Lean back and spread your legs, just like you do in class, you darling little nymphets. Oh, my God, that's so fucking sexy! Every time I look up your dresses, I get so excited." "Yeah, we noticed," says Cassy. "Your face gets red." "You don't seem to mind me looking." "We LOVE it!" "I wonder what you guys would look like with no clothes on." My remark results in a fury of action as the girls stand and strip their clothes off as fast as they can. In little more than ten seconds, three eleven year old nymphtets stand proudly in front of me, showing me their naked bodies, their flat chests, their sweet little hairless cunts, with dazzling smiles on their faces. My camera is busy recording it all as my heart pounds like a jack hammer. "It's not fair," Cassy complains. "You still have your robe and knickers on." I shrug the robe off. "Who wants to take my knickers off?" I ask. "Me! Me!" they chorus, pushing me on to my back on the couch. Suddenly, they're all over me, dragging my knickers down and then the fun begins. The end.