Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2013 12:53:31 +0100 (BST) From: CS Unwin Subject: Black School Substitute Teacher Black School Substitute Teacher By cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if your under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 cs.unwin, All rights reserved Please mail to cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk if you have any questions or comments. To my dearest readers: I am finally getting around to writing this because I have been busy. I had promised to chronicle my next relationship and here it is. I am sitting in my living room. Next to me is a beautiful girl of twelve. Her name is Mariya and she is on the cusp between childhood and adolescence. Her slim body has a coltish innocence to it, even though the onset of puberty is beginning to shape her body into the woman she will become. Her face still has the appeal of a young girl, soft skin and beautiful features which would only be defiled by makeup. Her long brown hair has natural full body and the appearance of careless grooming only a young girl can get away with. Mariya's hips and bottom have begun to fill out, adding an exquisite curve to what nature has already created to near perfection. And her budding breasts have only just begun to fill out, perched like two small half lemons underneath her shirt. Mariya is looking at me with love and admiration in her eyes. And a trace of anticipation. I have played my game to perfection and I know she will be mine for the taking when I want. I savour the moment, as I do whenever this point in my seduction arrives. You may condemn me for being who I am. You are free to do so. I feel no guilt. I was born with a very strong sexual appetite, and my tastes have always leaned to young teens. You may take issue with the skill and singleness of purpose I pursue my goals. If you are reading this then the only difference between us is that I make my dreams come true, and you probably do not. --- I instantly noticed Mariya in my class, when I began substitute teaching it on Monday. I have a knack for spotting girls like her, an instinct I use to full advantage. I could tell from the dynamics of the busy class I was about to teach that she was alone, and probably lonely. I could spot the subtle social dynamics among the girls in the class. Those who were 'in' and those who were not. I am employed as a substitute teacher in a large school district in the Netherlands. I could have a permanent teaching job if I wanted but being a 'temp' suits me perfectly. I try to choose assignments that last one or two weeks, which allows me the time to develop the relationships I seek. My school district has a large number of what they call 'black schools' here. They are called such, in consummate Dutch candour, because these schools contain a large number of immigrant students. And since b'lack schools' are not the first choice for teachers here, I generally have my pick of assignments. My first inkling that Mariya did not fit into any of the groups in school was her colour. She was neither one of black students from the Antilles, nor did she look Turkish, Moroccan or any other Middle Eastern nationality. And even though her appearance was European, it was obvious from the way she dressed that she was not part of the group of native Dutch students in the class. When she, like the other students, introduced herself, I could tell by her name and accent that she was either Russian or Bulgarian. I singled her out from the first day. Not so much as to arouse the suspicions of her classmates. No, only enough that she knew I thought she was special. The special look, the compliments, the light and seemingly casual touching of her arm and hand. I made a point of assigning a test on the first day, and the comments I wrote on Mariya's paper were full of praise and flattery. I returned to her the marked test paper and waited patiently while she reviewed my comments. I watched her blush slightly and when I smiled at her I was rewarded with a warm smile in return. On the second day I asked Mariya to stay behind and I complimented her on her mastery of poetry and literature. I told her I had met few student so gifted. She was at a loss for words. I put my hands on her shoulders and spoke to her earnestly about her future. She met my eyes and blushed. As soon as I got home that night I wrote Mariya a letter using letterhead with a lovely floral pattern, but a plain envelope. Here is what I wrote her: Dear Mariya, I sincerely want to thank you for bringing light into an otherwise dull assignment. I want you to know that I am very fond of you and wish to help you in any way I can. I do not wish to tell you this in class Others may think I am playing favourites and may get jealous. I hope you understand. I wish to tell you that you are a very special person. I hope we get to know each other better. Please write me at the return address on this envelope. You can also ring me on my mobile or text me whenever you feel like it. Your dear friend, Margo Veenstra I had obtained her address from the class list, and here in the Netherlands local letters posted before 6pm are almost always delivered the next day. I addressed the envelope, fixed a stamp onto it and rushed out to pop it in the mailbox before 6. The next day I continued to pursue my young beauty. I could see Mariya's large doe eyes follow me wherever I went in the classroom. As predicted she had responded to my attention and was developing a teenage sized crush. A few words about me, just so you know, I am not hard on the eyes. I am in my early thirties and I am often told I look younger. My dark brown hair is cut short, but nicely styled. I am tall for a woman in most countries, and while not thin, I have kept my shape and my breasts are what you might call ample and I tend to wear tight blouses which show them to advantage. I was initiated into lesbian sex by an older cousin when I was ten years old. In my teens and early twenties I swung both ways, but age and the self-knowledge that comes with it gave the confidence to pursue my exclusive sexual desire: young teenage girls. That day I returned directly home after my last lesson and was not surprised when my mobile announced I had a text message. I had been expecting this. I suppose I was secretly hoping for a letter or email, but texting is how nearly all teens communicate today. The message was: Miss Veenstra. I am so happy to get your letter. I thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Love Mariya. My reply to her (and I felt my pussy moisten as I texted): Sweet precious girl. I cannot tell you how glad you make me feel. I only wish I could look into your beautiful eyes. I want to tell you in person. Love Margo. My sweet girl took the bait, replying: Oh Margo. I wish it too. Tell me when you would like to meet and I will be there. Love Mariya I proposed she visit my apartment, as long as she could do so without being discovered, for our relationship must remain secret. She assured me she could come by after school the next day, as her parents would not return until late in the evening. I immediately went to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a powerful orgasm, imagining, the whole time, the scene I hoped would play out with Mariya. The next day in class, Mariya was literally mooning over me. I was alarmed enough that she would be noticed. I managed to slip a note for her in an assignment, warning her to not be so obvious as to arouse the suspicions of her classmates. I watched her read the message, blush, and she ignored me for the rest of the day. Waiting for Mariya to arrive that evening, I fussed and dithered for a long time over what to wear. I considered a negligee, but discarded the idea as being too obvious. Eventually I settled for a short pencil skirt and a V-neck jumper which would show off my principal assets, my legs and my boobs. I eschewed bra and undies, which was a bit risky, as the feeling of my bare pussy under a skirt always makes me very horny. Eventually there came a knock on my door, and there she stood, a shy and fragile beauty, looking as nervous as a fawn. I greeted her with: "Oh Mariya!" And stepped forward to gather her into my arms. I clasped her slight body to my soft ample chest, and kissed her cheeks three times as is the Dutch custom. I released her and held her at arms length, inspecting her with obvious approval. She had clearly made an effort to dress for the occasion, wearing a pretty thigh length frock and matching leggings. I was relieved to see she had not attempted to put on makeup for the occasion. I could see from her face that my greeting had a desired effect. I sensed her teenage insecurity had conspired to make her nervous. I took her by the hand as if she were an old friend and led her into my living room where I welcomed her to her sit on the couch. I am proud of my sense of style and have invested a good deal of time and money into decorating my apartment. And in doing so I kept in mind what might impress a young girl. The paintings and prints which covered my walls were all of women, either tasteful nudes or female couples embracing. I felt it best to clearly signal my preferences so as to leave no room for doubt or misunderstanding. I let her take in her surroundings while I fetched a bottle of wine and some cheese and biscuits. I could tell Mariya was both impressed and unbalanced by her surroundings. I gave her a glass of wine and toasted her as: 'the most beautiful and intelligent girl I have ever known'. Flattery, I had learned, gets you 'everything'. Mariya blushed furiously, but it was clear she was secretly pleased and eager to be liked. I asked her a few questions about herself. She related that she was Bulgarian, an only child, and had come to the Netherlands only three years previously. Her parents, both economic immigrants, worked long hours at rather menial jobs. But she was very glad to be in a country where hard work and education could ensure her a decent standard of living. I deliberately fell silent and gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. Then I let my face fall and my mouth descend into a frown. Alarmed, she asked me, "Miss Veenstra...I mean Margo. What is the matter?" I counted to ten silently and then spoke hesitantly. "Mariya, I wish more than anything to kiss you! But I know you would have no interest in someone old like me." I saw her eyes light up with joy and she answered, "Oh Margo please kiss me, please. I would love nothing more." I set down my wine glass, held her soft cheeks in my hands and pulled her head towards me. I held my lips to hers' and she responded by kissing me back eagerly. After a few moments I gingerly let my tongue slip in between her lips. Her reaction was to open her mouth wide in a gesture of surrender while her body relaxed and moulded onto mine. I savoured the moment and then forced my tongue deep into her mouth. My arms folded around her and pulled her tightly to me. My unrestrained breasts pushed against her flat chest and my hands began to stroke her neck, back and bottom. Her tongue thrust eagerly into my mouth and Mariya melted into my arms. Her hands though hung at her sides. She was unsure of what to do with them. I was happy to instruct her and I took one of her small hands, held it for a few moments and then slipped it under my jumper. Her hand found my bare breast on its own. Her touch was tentative, as if she feared she would break something. I pushed her hand with my own to encourage her to grope me as hard as she wanted. Her other hand found a breast, and as she massaged both, my nipples stiffened under her touch. I took the opportunity to push her down on the sofa and straddled her legs. This caused my skirt to rise and bring my neatly trimmed but full dark bush into her view. I saw her eyes open wide in surprise. Detaching my mouth from hers' I said, "Do you like what you see there my love?" She could only nod in assent and so encouraged, I unzipped the pencil skirt and pulled it up so that I was naked from the waist down. I used both arms to pull the jumper over my head and off. I leaned over her so that my pendulous breasts dangled over her face. I lowered one of my large brown nipples to her mouth. She eagerly grasped it between her lips and began sucking it like a baby would. "It is not fair that only one of us should be naked," I said. Not waiting for an answer I reached under Mariya's frock and took the waist of her leggings to pull them off. She lifted her sweet little bottom to accommodate. The leggings turned inside out and I slipped them easily over her feet. Now the crotch of her powder blue bikini undies was visible, and I could see a dark stain on the gusset. My word, I thought to myself, I have found a hot one. I lay next to Mariya on the couch, kissed her again and whispered in her ear: "You make my pussy so wet my love. Do you feel the same way?" "Yess," she answered. "I never felt this way before." "I want to touch your pussy Mariya," I said to her. "May I?" "Yes please Margo. Please I want you to." My hand slid down her flat belly and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her undies. They touched a very light patch of silky hair before descending to cover her smooth twelve year old pudenda. As my fingers bisected the crease between her hairless vulvas she opened her legs to give me better access. My fingers easily slipped up and down her little girl canyon, from her anus up to her small clit, which caused her to shiver with excitement each time it was touched. I paused for a second and stood up to remove the skirt around my waist. Now fully naked and leaning over Mariya. I pulled her up and removed her frock and her small training bra. It was a pure white colour and barely had any cup at all. Her breasts were small fleshy mounds with pink puffy nipples at their tips. I attacked them eagerly with my fingers and tongue. Mariya gasped and moaned with delight. I pulled off her undies and positioned myself between her legs. I peered at her sex, pink, wet and vulnerable before me. Without hesitation I clamped my mouth onto her beautiful young treasure and began to lap at her sweet girl fruit. The taste was indescribably good; fresh and tart with a hint of sweat and pee. This was my moment of triumph and what I had pursued her for. My tongue searched relentlessly into every nook and cranny, probing her tight little anus, and her even tighter vagina, sucking on her urethra opening and circling her tender little clitoris. Within a short time I felt her thighs quivering uncontrollably as her climax erupted. I moved on top of Mariya and kissed her full on the lips. I offered her a taste of her own discharge on my mouth and she eagerly accepted it. "Do you like me Mariya," I asked her softly. "Margo I love you so much," she answered breathlessly. "Good my love," I told her. "I want to ask you to give me something my sweet girl." "What is it Margo? I will give you anything I have. Anything." "I want you to give me something precious that a girl may only give once in her life, and then it is gone forever," I told her. A puzzled look crossed her face as I gazed into her eyes. Then I saw a look of understanding cross her face and she smiled sweetly and said: "Yes Margo please take from me what I may only give once. Please make me not a virgin." "Thank you my love," I said to her. I stood up and pulled her to her feet and led her by the hand to my bedroom. When she saw the orderly expanse of my Queen sized bed with it's designer bed covers, she hesitated. "What if I bleed Margo," she asked me. I was already a step ahead of her and emerged from the en-suite bathroom with a towel. I placed it on the bed, and pushed Mariya on top. I paused for a moment to gloat over my marvellous prize. So beautiful and on the cusp of womanhood, her slight figure lay on the bed, her legs slightly bent in an unconscious attempt at modesty. I moved them apart gently and firmly. I gazed on her beautiful young face, budding breasts, plump pudenda with its crown of light fuzzy hair. The ever so slight fold of her labia peeking out from between her hairless young crease. I lay down on the bed next to my young beauty and pulled her close. We began to kiss. Unbidden, her hand slid between my legs and began to caress my pubic patch. Those small fingers of hers entered my desperately eager pussy and began to rub tentatively, like a traveller exploring a country that was strange yet at the same time familiar. I gently coaxed her head down between my legs and her tongue hesitantly dipped into my wet honey pot. Impatiently I pulled her close to me, mashing her face into my pussy. She responded without delay and began to fuck me with her hot little twelve year old tongue. I climaxed two times under Mariya's enthusiastic oral assault. But I had another goal in mind. I eased her lithe form on top of mine and turned her around so that her bum and pussy were inches from my face, and her face was buried between my legs. I paused to enjoy the sight of her virgin young sex open and displayed for me. The moist dark pink between her labia contrasted with the warm hue of her skin. Her inner lips were delicately formed and small, having not developed into an adults'. A slight flap of smooth skin hid her little clitoris. Her puckered anus was delicate and small. And only a hole roughly the size of a match-head gave an indication of where the entrance to her vagina lay. I chose to start with the young girls anus, and lubricating my index finger with my spit I poised it at the entrance to her puckered hole, and then pushed. Her cute little cheeks quivered and involuntarily clasped my finger. Undeterred I gently eased my finger in all the way to the knuckle. I used the tip of my index to rub the base of her sphincter. In males this stimulates the prostrate, and for women it has a similar if less intense effect. Mariya moaned and began writhing on top of me. I was now ready. Lubricating my thumb on the secretions of her pussy I gave a sharp push and forced it through her hymen. Her moans took on a higher pitch as she felt the pain of torn tissue. A small trickle of light coloured blood spurted from the tear in her vagina and stuck to my hand. Without pausing I impaled my thumb deep as I could into her vagina and began to fuck her with it. She tried to move but with was prevented by my two fingers deep in her holes, holding her like a clamp. "Lick my pussy, I told Mariya. Help me cum!" I pushed her forward to give her better access to my hot pussy. Mariya began to lick and suck on my clit. "Use your fingers, girl!" I told her. She pushed her forefinger into my eager wet hole while she licked my clitoris. I kept one hand firmly pressed that spot just above her buttocks, to brace her body for my onslaught. I removed my thumb from her vagina and my finger from her pussy. Putting my ring and index finger together I plunged them into her wet hole as deep as I could. Mariya moaned, but continued licking me. My fingers pumped in and out of her stretched hole and my thumb hit her clitoris each time I penetrated her. They made an obscene sucking sound each time my knuckles slammed against her sex. I continued fucking this young girl with my two fingers until I could tell when she climaxed. She began to utter little birdlike cries, her thighs began to quiver and she went still for a moment. I removed my fingers. They were coated with a paled viscous fluid, normally white but in her case lightly tainted pink with her blood. I urged her to keep licking and fingering me and soon, I too had my crisis. I do so enjoy the tender moments after I have had wild sex with a young girl. I took Marija in my arms, stroked her hair and kissed her. "Thank you for your precious gift to me Mariya darling," I said to her. She told me I was welcome, and that she could not have dreamed of a better way to lose her virginity. Mariya turned to me, a cheeky grin now on her face and asked: "Did you really mean that I am the best student you ever had? Or were just trying to pull me? I am sure you say that to all the girls. I laughed and replied: "You are not quite the innocent girl you appear to be?" "Oh yes I was a virgin, but I am not naive. When you grow up in Bulgaria you do not stay innocent very long." "But I wish to thank you my dear teacher for seducing me." "When we can do this again?"