Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2016 18:53:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Schoool Teacher and Judy (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F) Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. School Teacher and Judy By Jan I was a 13-year-old junior high school student from a middle class family from a small village in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area. My hair was shoulder length blonde, named Judy Hudson. At the time I was five-foot four, 34-B, 24, 34 with a firm athletic body. My sexual education began at the hands of my seventh grade home room teacher. She was a lovely woman named Miss Kathy Richards. She was 51- years-old at the time. She was also a blonde lady that was five-foot six, 38-DD, 26, 38. She also had a fine body, but with age her figure had grown soft as a result of a swinging lifestyle. We became very close friends as a result of an accidental encounter one afternoon. At school she had always been the perfectly proper teacher. There was not-even a hint of impropriety on her part. I was becoming consumed with thoughts about sex. Boys were of no interest to me, but grown women fascinated me. I was thinking about them with almost every waking moment. I began to study pictures of scantily clad pictures in magazines. I wanted to buy some sexy underwear for myself. I knew about a store in the old part of town. Back in the fifties when the interstate highway bypassed the town the old four lane highway became rundown, gas stations became auto repair shops, new car lots became used car lots, hotels became brothels rented by the hour, quality iquor stores were reduced to selling mostly beer and cheap wine. There was one store that had been a fashionable ladies lingerie shop, but had been reduced to selling ladies exotic items, so one day I took the bus down to the old town and found the shop on the corner. I was intimidated and hesitant about entering. As soon as I entered I was overwhelmed with the items on the walls and shelves. There were old manikins wearing all manner of sexy things from panties to leather corsets. There were sexual aids in the glass counter ranging from electrical and battery powered vibratos to any number of dildos that looked like male penises. There were a large number of lubricants with a variety of smells and flavors. I headed for the tables with the panties. They were all in individual packages. I was getting lascivious looks from the female clerk. I suspected that she was in her forties. She was a bleached blonde with dark roots and brown eyes. She looked like one of the hookers walking the street. Her halter top barley covered her massive 40-G sized breasts, and her shorts were so tight that the crotch was wedged between her labia. She was defiantly sporting a camel toe look. Her legs were bare and she was wearing cork soled platform sandals. She asked me if she could help me, and I simply said that I was looking. Some of the panties had messages on the front like 'EAT AT THE-Y.' There were matching leopard print panties and bras. I selected a little baby blue thong and a couple of small hip huggers that were so sheer that they wouldn't hide anything. I asked the clerk if I could try them on. She gave me a knowing look and said "If you open the package, you bought them! We can't resell them after someone tries them on!" I was disappointed. Then she said, "I do have some opened packages if you really want to try them on!" I said, "Please!" She pointed out where the changing stalls were. As I made my way to the back and entered the area where the stalls were, she asked, "Can I give you a hand?" I'm sure I blushed, but I thanked her and said that I can handle it. When I was about to push open a stall with a partially open door another door opened and I was astonished to see Miss Richards coming out of a stall and she had on one of those black leather corsets that synched in her waist and pushed up her breasts without covering her areolas and nipples. Her pubic bush was fully exposed to my gaze. Her pubic hair was a darker shade of blonde and almost brown. Miss Richards' was just as surprised to see me, as I was her. She was holding a few other items just as erotic looking. We froze there for a moment, not knowing what to say to each other. She broke the silence by saying, "I like the panties you selected. Let me help you try them on?" I knew I should have rejected her offer, but the idea of having her in the tight space with me while changing was exciting, so I opened the door for her, and she slipped past me. She sat on the bench that was painted white while I stood in front of her and started to pull up my shirt, but she asked me to remove it before changing into the sample panties. I unfastened the skirt and pulled down the zipper before pulling the skirt down. It was so cramped that I couldn't bend over to pick up the skirt without almost putting my face in her lap. She reached down and picked up my skirt and placed it on a hook on the back of the door. I selected hip huggers to try on first. I had to remove my normal conservative panties that would pass inspection at school. My newly grown pubic hair was a strawberry pink color. When Kathy saw my pubic hair she couldn't resist reach out and stroking my bush. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. She had to remove her hand, but as soon as they were in place she started rubbing the thin material. I swear that I was dripping wet. There was no way I could return the panties. Kathy pulled the front down and stuck her finger into my pussy and jilled me until I was moaning through an orgasm. When I put the thong on she turned me around and pulled the strap up between the crack of my ass. She even stuck her nose between the cheeks of my ass and smelled my asshole. She pulled the strap aside and licked my asshole too. She was every bit as horny as me, so I eventually faced her and bent down. The smell of freshly dyed leather was heady, but as my face drew close to her crotch I could smell the odor of woman cunt juice. I did my best to eat her pussy. I was rewarded by her stroking hands on the back of my head, and the sounds of her moaning. We eventually had to get dressed and return to the counter to pay for our purchases. I only had enough money to buy four panties. I was embarrassed having to tell her that I would have to buy the ones I had tried on. She smiled and picked them up, and smelled the crotch. "They smell good enough to eat!" Miss Richards laid her corset on the counter and pulled out her plastic, "Charge everything on my card, and add a couple of matching sets of bras and panties." The clerk smiled knowingly and swiped the card after ringing up the items and bagging them. Kathy invited me to visit her home, and said she would take me home afterwards. Of course I accepted. I had never been to a teacher's home before, and I check out everything. Her home looked like everyone else's home I had been in. It was the home of a single female, but comfortable. She offered me something to drink and while we were drinking our soft drinks she asked me very pointed questions. Of course I agreed that whatever took place in her home went no farther. I told her that the leather outfit she had bought was very sexy, and I would like to see her in it again. She assured me that she would love to see me in one of the new panties. She told me that I could change right here while she changed in her room. She said it would be more dramatic to see each other all at once. While she went to her room to change I stripped off my skirt and blouse. I removed my shoes and ankle socks before I also removed my bra and panties. I selected the thinnest pair of panties to step into. I pulled them up as high as possible. The crotch barley covered my little pubic patch. I smoothed out the material very carefully while I waited for Kathy to return. I heard the door open and turned to face in that direction. When Kathy emerged it was a striking picture. She was wearing shiny black platform pumps with dark self-supporting nylons, that black leather corset. Her large breasts were pushed up and looked even larger that in school attire. Her areolas were about the size of silver dollars, and her nipples were grape sized. Her hair was down. I had never seen her hair down before. She looked like something on one of those sleazy magazine covers on the racks of newsstands. I found the sight very sexy. She approached me with a sexy walk that accented the motion of her hips. When she was within arm's reach she reached out and touched my breasts. My nipples responded by getting hard. She gathered me into her protective arms and hugged me for a bit with my head resting between her large breasts. Again my nose was assailed by the smell of new leather and the perfumed flesh between her tits. She placed the palm of her hand right on my young firm breast. She teased my nipple until it was driving me to distraction. She pressed her lips against mine and slipped her tongue between my lips. She slid her hand down the front of my body until her fingers reach the top of my new panties. It excited me so much I couldn't stand still, so I was shifting my weight from one foot to the other nervously. When he slipped her hand into my panties I almost cried for want of her to touch me. When she did slip her hand inside my panties I could smell my own pussy juice as she started jilling me. I stood there until I had an orgasm, and when it overtook me my knees almost buckled. She caught me and sat me down next to her. We sat there and talked about what we wanted from each other. Kathy admitted to me that she was open-minded when it came to matters of sex. She had no objects to anyone doing whatever they liked as long as they didn't harm anyone. She enjoyed kissing, playing and sucking breasts. She loved jilling and oral sex, and even enjoyed being finger fucked in the ass, but she had no use for anal penetration with dildos. She told me that she loved dressing up in sexy lingerie and items of erotic interest. When she asked me what I liked, I told her that I felt much like her, but was in a hurry to discover everything. I vowed that day to visit her as much as possible, and promised not to be a moon stuck child in school. I didn't want any of my classmates or teachers getting wise to our special relationship. When I entered high school we lost contact with each other. One day during my senior year I ran into her at the local grocery store (Keogers) I often had fantasized about her. I followed her home and renewed out love for each other. When I graduated from high school I felt like I was losing a dear friend. I entered collage at 18. While away at collage I met and enjoy sex with a variety of different types of women, but I was spoiled by Kathy. I prefer tall women with large breasts and wide hips. When I went away to college I deliberately wore lacey panties and bras. My favorite T-shirt was emblazoned with the lower case m & m over the breasts and the stamen 'They melt in your mouth, not your hands." I rebuffed male advances and earned the reputation of being a cold bitch, but I did hook up with girl classmates and even a few teachers. Here I am as a 21-year-old junior in college and still on love with a 61-year-old middle school teacher approaching retirement. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.