Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 12:38:31 EDT
From: RALFYRILEY@aol.com
Subject: Teacher Teaches II

PART 1 in the ' encunters '  section.

Teacher Teaches II.
Into my mid thirties now, rather saddened..muddled and alone since John
finally gave up trying to understand my tangled lifestyle.  We were never
married but lived outwardly as a happily married couple.  To be fair John
deserved better..  He was loyal, devoted, good fun as well as tall and
attractive..  My problem was that I still yearned deep within for a close
female companion.  My student affair with an older woman had printed an
indelible picture on my psyche.  John had turned a ' blind eye' to my 'nights
out with the girls.'.  I never told him the nature of my nights out..  He
readily accepted I'd be staying over at Sonias...or something like it..But I
realise now that former friends or workmates must have passed on sightings of
me in the clubs and hotels of the town..  He must have realised that my
circle of girl friends were indeed occasional bed mates as well.  They were
never serious  lovers..  NO long term relationships developed from that
circle..I think you'd call it ' Bi Curious' nowadays. It was an exciting,
exclusive club to most of the girls..who like me had a partner, or husband at
home.  For me though it wasn't curiosity..  To me it was a very neccessary '
safety - valve' mechanism.. It was in effect my girlie fix .. ' on - tap.'
       Paul asked no searching questions though..and seemed happy.   I
enjoyed my nights out and the freedom that he afforded me.
    That lesbian encounter with the older primary school teacher haunted me
though..   My thoughts often drifted back to my time spent with the lovely
Cara.. Sadly they always seemed to be the happiest times.. I wanted a home,
nice things, a car and kids.. Moving in with John those five years back
seemed to have been the right move..but bedtimes were always such a
diappointment.. despite John's caring efforts. For a year and a few months we
tried hard to be ' happy,' but then the cracks slowly began to widen. We
ended up living virtually seperate lives, so splitting up became an
inevitability.
  There were NO kids, so seperating was easy. A lonely,  loveless life seemed
to beckon though.  I ached for the touch of someone, and I was becoming
desperate..  I'd never had a full time woman companion...  Sexually my life was
a meaningless grapple, in some remote spot..with a similarly ' wrongly
adjusted' older lady engaging in the usual ' one night stand.'  Generous
meals...fancy clubs..  taxi fares..expensive presents all fell my way, as my
' friends'  bought my friendship.
. My hard act made me seem so tough throughout the ' split' but it gave
people the wrong impression.. Inside I was so sad.. and oh so lonely.. All I
seemed to do was teach, and mark books at home, grapple a couple of friends
at the wekends and fitfully sleep.
After school, one March evening, the Head called me into her office informing
me that I was to have a student, Amy, with me, starting in June. The Head
then proceeded to tell me that the student was a ' Disaster Area,' having
done badly on her previous two Teaching Practices.  Poor Amy was in danger of
failing,and not qualifying as a teacher. It turned out that the girls mother
had been a college friend of my boss, and between them they had got Amy into
my school for her final T.P.
As one of the most experienced teachers, I was given the job of ensuring that
my boss' friends daughter did not fail, and for that, my boss promised her
eternal gratitude.
   She somehow had gained an inKling of my sexual leanings ( Her tone of
voice and twinkling eyes hinted so anyway! ) ..and gave me knowing smile as
she passed me Amy's file.   It sounded oh so clear that Amy was a lost cause,
it looked like I'd got my work cut out all right!  The photograph on the
first page of the file looked promising though! I found myself flicking the
file open on a number of occasions over the weeked, to look at Amy's pretty
face. Her photograph made her look about fourteen, pretty, fresh faced, flat
chested and incredibly young.   As I gazed at the tiny photograph of Amy
Cavanagh I found my mind wandering back to MY student days...and Cara.  I
read on, and discovered that Amy was in fact nearly twenty two..   Wow! began
mentally undressing the girl as I waited keenly for her arrival...
  I rose early on the Monday morning, the day of Amy's first school visit. I
was
excited about the the thought of finally seeing her in the flesh, but ready
for the  disappointment of her not living up to that tiny photograph!  At
eleven o'clock the Head brought her up to my classroom and introduced her to
me. and the children as Miss Cavanagh who would soon be working with them. I
was transfixed.. Amy lived up to her photograph - and more!!  She looked
about fiftteen, and was a bit over five feet tall, with neat, shortish dark
hair.  She looked as if her mother had dressed her that morning - what with
her tweed skirt, Marks and Spencer cardigan and chunky black tights.
   I was looking way beyond her clothes however, and began to feel a certain
stirring in my pants. She had a tiny, but perfectly formed frame, with small,
pert breasts,and a tight little bottom to die for!! ( Like mine was once! )
  I knew then I had to have her, but in all my short girl / girl history I
had been the pursued, could I cut it as the pursuer? Thankfully circumstances
presented me with a dream scenario.  Amy worked hard in her preparatory work
for her T.P.and I enjoyed the chance to get close to her. I persuaded her not
to wear tweed skirts and M & S cardigans to school, but although this change
in her dress sense pleased me, she still looked rather too young...And
delightfully helpless at times!
. Her Teaching Practice began on the 9th of June, the day the Heavens smiled
on me!!  My class, much to my shame, behaved dreadfully..  Amy had real
problems controlling them!  . Perhaps I should have gone in, but all her
credibility with the class would have disappeared if I did, and so I waited
till home time to offer my help. I searched high and low for her until
eventually I found, crying loudly in the deserted ladies room.. I put my arms
around her as she sobbed uncontrollably. I gently whispered a comforting word
in her ear, secretly enjoying her fragrance as she trembled in my arms.
   She told me of her terrible day, between sobs, and that she didn't want to
disgrace her mother (a head teacher in Newcastle) by failing. EVIL thoughts
rushed into my head as I lifted her sobbing chin so that our eyes met. Then I
asked her the big question..    Straight out I asked her 'Just how badly do
you want to pass?'
    Her answer was all I'd hoped and dreamt of...."I''d do
......anything....." she sobbed. I saw my chance ... and pulled her tear
streaked face between my stiffening breasts, offering such kindly words of
comfort, while gently tracing the line cof her bra on her back..
       I waited a moment to let her blubbing subside a little, marvelling at
the fragrance of her hair, indeed of her as my fingers now gently sqeezed her
shoulders.  Her shaking had almost ceased when I gently, but confidently
cupped her breasts in my trembling hands, asking in my mist serious tone if
she knew what "anything" might entail?  The frightened yet confused look in
her eyes, confirmed her acceptance of the situation as my fervent fingers
sought out those hard little nipples. As I squeezed them for the very first
time...quite roughly..she nodded  "Yes." ..' I Think So..'   I realised it
was now or never, so I set to work. I raised her chin again but this time as
our eyes met I kissed her full on the mouth. A soft protest was stifled as my
tongue thrust deep into her mouth. For a few moments she stiffened in my
arms, but she softened as my hand began to stroke her bottom.  Reluctantly I
pulled my lips from hers, but as I pulled away Amy re attatched herself to MY
lips, thrusting her own tongue deep into my own mouth. Amy was
participating...I could feel my heart pounding in my chest...but I realised
that it was NOT the time to hesitate..
    My hands set to work hoisting up Amy's skirt so I could finally enjoy the
feel of that firm young ass. It felt wonderful, but I was struggling to get
my thumbs under her tights and pants..  ' Soddit!' I thought as I wrestled
her underwear.
Amy sensed my frustration and stepped back, put her hands behind her head,
telling me breathily that ' It's O.K... Let ME help!' and invited me to get
to it. I knelt in front and pushed my nose into her  soft, wooly little
thatch as it deliciously was uncovered.   I breathed in deeply,  sniffing the
intoxicating scent from that beautifully soft, gently glistening little brown
triangle.  The unbelievable aroma of sex, fabric conditioner and a hint of
pee permeated  through the light blue fabric of her chain store knickers..
They held other aromas, a little sweat, a little detergent and a stronger
smell yet ..as my nose pushed harder against the fabric she sighed...almost
longingly.  I burrowed on hard in the quest for her rapidly moistening slot.
As I rubbed her pussy through her underwear I suddenly became aware of just
how wet she had become. I looked up to see her head rolling and mouth
moaning, with her hands still behind her head...  Prim and proper Miss was
enjoying it!  I called her name but Amy was elsewhere!!! Taking my chance, I
whipped her tights and pants right down to her ankles, with Amy helping by
kicking he size two shoes off, followed by her discarded underwear. I led her
inside the toilet cubicle and clicked the door lock to "engaged."
As I turned, the sight of Amy sat on the toilet, legs apart, skirt riding up
almost made me come on the spot. I gathered myself quickly and I heard my
teachers voice telling her firmly to "Get the rest off..." To my joy she
smiled, stood and complied, unzipping her skirt, letting it fall at the side
of the toilet bowl. At last her pussy was fully in view, and what a turn on
it was with just a light covering of downy, soft browny, blonde hair. I
pushed her back onto the toilet spreading her legs as I did so. I plunged my
face into that girlish bush with abandon, kissing, licking and sucking
furiously. I could have feasted there forever.   My sucking and slurping, and
Amy's moaning were getting a way too loud however.., ' Someone might hear !'
she bleated., With great reluctance I pulled my tongue out of the the hot
little slot in her wonderful, intimate .triangle.  My stiff, sticky tongue
made a low "pop"as I pulled it out. Teacher's voice took over again telling
Amy to put her stuff back on ...and her coat.  Looking innocent, if a bit
sweaty and wind blown. we prepared to leave the ladies room. Sneakily I
swooped onto the toilet floor and slipped Amy's little pants into the pocket
on my skirt..  With that we slipped out of school and onto the car park.
    In a blur we drove away, I needed to get somewhere quickly so that I could
get my mouth back round her pussy lips again, and my tongue back into her.
The taste of her on my lips and tongue was more than I could cope with even
as. I drove us to a motel, several miles away.     There I rented a room '
For me and my daughter!'    We MUST have looked suspicious with NO luggage ..
NO anything..but I was past caring, and by now Mega Horny!  I firmly led her
into the little room... We were both shaking..  No going back now though...
and her coat and skirt were off in seconds. I wasn't going to give her time
for any second thoughts..... Her pussy had dried a little, and her downy
hairs were a little matted but my tongue soon had things as they were. As I
ate her immature lips I started to unbutton her blouse and soon I had moved
up her body to kiss between her little breasts wetting the fabric of her bra
as my tongue ground in. I felt some resistance as I began to undo her bra,
but with persistence, it eventually fell limp. As I went forward to pull away
the empty bra, a small, trembling hand stopped me  ."You won't laugh?" whined
Amy..with eyes wide.     . ' You'll see that I'm flat!'. .she snuffled.  '
Everybody laughs at them!'  I smiled but I still whipped the tiny bra away.
At that moment a number of tissues and some cotton wool fell from inside the
cups.  Even her tiny breasts were false.. Beauty like no other I'd seen.
Before me, lying on that tiny motel bed was Amy, her face reddening and eyes
filling with tears.. She folornly folded her arms across herself, begging me
to stop. Teacher's comforting voice took over here as I put my head on her
chin, telling her that everything was fine. Eventually, as Amy's reolve began
to fade, her arms weakened...and fell slightly to her sides. I now finally
had access to those oh so tiny tits.. Amy was twenty-two, but had a body less
developed than some of the eleven year olds that I taught....and it totally
turned me on. I sucked noisily at her flat bumps and immature pink nipples..
I was well gone by now though,  and I came - over and over in waves of
unbelievable pleasure. Her little tits must have been red raw by the time I'd
finished gobbling, sucking and biting them. They did swell a little but their
gorgeous smallness and flavour remained,,,  exquisitely...
Eventually I headed south, wondering if the fragrant aroma rising from
between her slim legs would have an equally inviting taste. She was very wet
down there...obviously enjoying my strident efforts. !!! Her bony hips and
hard bottom bucked in perfect rhythm as I buried my finger and eventually my
stiff tongue deeply into her sopping, still rock tight pussy. just as Cara
had once done to me. Amy's enthusiasm, plus her noisy responses told me all I
needed to know..as SHE came repeatedly...God it felt good ! For a second time
that afternoon, a hand stopped my burrowing..  Only this time the hand
slipped gently across my face...and began to undo MY blouse. The little hand
trembled and so I willingly helped to undress myself, but rather selfishly
Iet Amy struggle with my bra and knickers....The sensation was wonderful, and
I wish I had been brave enough to strip Cara all those years before.
Amy quckly showed her learning skills as she sucked my pussy until I begged
for mercy. Eventually Amy forced four fingers into my slack pussy.. I hoped
she might probe my ass...But no.. Even so, Amy made me come like no one had
ever done before..or since for that matter. Amy was a brilliant pupil. She
learned how to do everything to keep me sweet while in school. We fucked in a
variety of exciting, if uncomfortable places.. I sorted out the miscreants in
class and Amy passed her Teaching Practice with flying colours. Our 'extra
curricular' work continued at lunchtimes and in the evenings back at the
motel. Amy was a surprisingly smooth operator on my bed. She was keen,
urgent, loving and tender...My pupil turned out to be my dream lover.
Ten years on.. I believe that Amy is now a Department head in a large East
coast school. I wonder if she has HAD any students?