Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2002 14:08:07 GMT
From: T21
Subject: My Special Pupil (F/f)

This story is dedicated to LickyLuv, author of "Sherrie my Darling". She
inspired me to write this story with her beautiful writing, which sadly she
didn't finish due to apathy and lack of feedback.

My Special Pupil F/f


	The blonde haired girl bent over her book as she tried to read the
story about the woodland adventure, her face knotted in concentration. She
was clearly finding the whole exercise a huge trial and I
sympathised. Sophie wasn't dyslexic by any means but she found the written
word very difficult.  Out of all the children in the class Sophie was my
favourite. She was a pixie faced girl with shoulder length hair the colour
of rich honey. She had a carefree nature and a refreshing clear laugh,
which she used often when playing with her friends. I walked over to her
desk pulling a chair up to sit next to her, as I did she looked up at me
with a sunny smile. I have been teaching these lovely children for eighteen
years and during that time I have seen many different boys and girls
sitting in front of me. I cannot say it has been easy, you see I'm one of
those women that find such young people sexually appealing, so much so that
I sometimes have a problem with my emotions. Until now that hasn't been
such a problem because I'm a very professional person and have always felt
proud of the way I can turn my sexual feelings off in the classroom when
there are pupils relying on me for their education. But when I looked into
Sophie's clear sweet face my heart took a lurch as I battled with my
thoughts. With some difficulty I forced my emotions down and with a little
bit of prompting and patience succeeded in helping her finish reading the
short story.

	"That was good Miss. I like reading but it's very hard." She
frowned slightly and continued. "I didn't like the story much."

	"Oh why is that Sophie?" I asked calmly.

	"It's for babies. I want to read something more grown up. Have you
got anything like that?"

	"Well Sophie that's fine." I said "but the only trouble with grown
up books is they're harder to read because they contain things that only
grown ups know about."

	"Oh" she grinned, "you mean like kissing and love and things."

	"I didn't mean just that" I said feeling my skin begin to prickle
at the back of my neck. "I mean things that you don't need to know about
yet. There are horrible things such as war for instance, politics, and
human behaviour, all kinds of subjects that you will be all too familiar
with when the time is right. But not yet. To be able to read about these
things and understand them you need to learn how to read first and this is
the best way to do it."

	"She's always talking about love and all that soppy rubbish."
Shouted David Brown, the class put down who liked to laugh at any original
thought that wasn't his own.  I was angry and I rounded on him quickly.

	"Yes David and what do you like that's so special? Football
magazines perhaps?" I said raising my voice. " I wouldn't think that was
going to make you an intellectual exactly. In future keep your sarcasm to
yourself, no one wants to hear. Certainly not me alright?" I took a stride
towards him and he capitulated.

	"Sorry Miss." He said quietly as he saw how annoyed I was. It
wasn't the fact that he had disrupted my lesson that got to me, it was the
fact of him putting down Sophie who was trying as hard as she could to
wrestle with reading, only to be put off by a silly little boy who didn't
care about anything to do with education.

	"Apologise to Sophie."  I said in a tired voice knowing it was
probably a waste of time. I wanted to help Sophie; I genuinely liked the
child and wanted to give her every chance to develop.

	"Sorry Sophie." He mumbled sulkily with all the ill grace he could
muster.

	As I sat at my desk and watched the class resume their reading I
began to wonder about the possibility of giving her private tuition and
whether that would help her progress. If she was amenable to the idea I
could have a word with her parents, I'd seen them on parent's day and they
seemed nice people. I decide to have a word with the girl first and asked
her to stay behind after class. I began examining my feelings. I'm a
36-year-old woman who by my own admission is attracted to young girls. The
attraction had been there since my late teens, and over the years if
anything it had grown even stronger. I tried hard to shake the feelings off
when I entered the teaching profession because I realised they were not
compatible with my chosen career. I started dating men and eventually I met
one that I really liked and we got married. Dave was a wonderful guy and I
thought we were happy together; all was well apart from our sex life. He
was very attentive to me and when I explained that I preferred receiving
oral rather than having intercourse he tried to satisfy me that way. It
worked to an extent in as much as I managed to achieve an orgasm through
his spirited tongue work. But it was too one sided even though I would
practice fellatio on him as well, he wanted so desperately to fuck
me. Eventually things bean to sour and Dave met some girl at work who gave
him what he wanted and we split. On top of all that I was still fantasising
about young girls and even when my husband was sucking my pussy the only
way I managed to cum was by imagining it was a pretty young girl who had
her face between my legs. I could have gone and found another man if I'd
wanted, after all I'm quite an attractive woman, with rich brown
intelligent eyes, a straight nose, high cheek bones and a determined jaw
line that some say gives me a slightly domineering look. I'm around 5ft
8ins tall, slim with fairly slim shoulders and a sleek body. My hair is
dark and long and reaches half way down my back and my breasts are a firm
pouting 34C. So much so that when I lay on my back they don't fall away to
the side but continue to stand up proudly by themselves. They have an
unusual shape in so far as they are long and sloping but curve upwards when
they reach the tips. When my nipples are erect it has the effect of making
them tilt up and back which Dave used to find very erotic. I have very pale
almost porcelain skin which makes my breasts look almost white.  I have a
narrow waist, which is the envy of my female colleagues in the staff room,
and nicely shaped hips. My bum is rounded and pert - a bubble gum ass- I've
heard it called. It's nicely contoured and leads down to a pair of
well-shaped thighs and long shapely legs. I wondered if I was attractive
enough for Sophie, was she to young to find me sexy? I certainly found her
to my liking, so much so that I'd been fantasising about her at night
imagining her in my bed doing everything she could to please me. I decided
if I was going to break cover and have sex with a child it was going to be
with this beautiful girl, my need for her was driving me to despair, that's
how my thinking went that morning as I sat behind my desk. I made a
decision and I was going to stick to it. When the bell rang to sound the
end of class I would begin my scheme and with luck it would lead the girl
into my bed. The ringing sounded for the end of class and Sophie came to
the front and stood in front of me as I'd told her to. She looked downcast
and dejected as though she was about to be told off. That upset me slightly
so I did my best to put her at ease as quickly as possible.

	"Don't worry Sophie I'm not in the slightest bit cross with you,
after all none of that was your fault, you were trying your best to
read. No, I was going to suggest you have some private lessons at my house
to improve your reading, and as you have said you would like to read grown
up books you can read the one's I have in my bedroom cupboard. They're very
grown up Sophie dear and I think you could be persuaded to like them. I
think it might be better if you ask your parents to let you stay overnight
with me considering the distance I live from your home. I can bring you to
school the next morning. I was thinking perhaps we could be together about
once a week if all goes well."

 So I said crossing my fingers and hoping the girl would go for it. I was
at the stage where I could just about club her over the head and drag her
off to my lair. The more I looked at the cute girl standing before me the
filthier my thoughts were becoming. God help me if I managed to get my way
with the youngster, things were going to get very perverted indeed, so much
so that I felt my panties begin to dampen with my juice.

	"Oh Miss Roberts that would be so good. I know Mummy and Daddy will
let me. They both like you a lot and they know you're my favourite
teacher." She said smiling up at me.

	I reached down and ran my hand through her golden hair and shivered
at the touch, closing my eyes as I did so at the pleasure of the feeling.

	"Are you all right Miss? She asked, "Why are you closing your eyes?

	I opened them and smiled at her raising my eyebrows slightly and
then knelt down so my face was only an inch or so away from hers.

	"I'm your favourite teacher am I Sophie? Are you sure about that,
or are you only saying that to please me?" I said in a soft voice.

	"No you are Miss I mean it. Really." She implored with sincerity.

	"Well to be honest dear, you're my favourite pupil so that's just
fine." I smiled.

	I stood up and told her to run along, and I'd see her tomorrow. I
also gave her my phone number so her parents could ring me.

	Mrs. Simpson - Sophie's Mother phoned me later that evening and
seemed quite pleased I was taking such an interest in her daughter.

	 "She's such an intelligent girl Mrs Roberts, it just needs someone
to bring that out. I'm so grateful for your concern and interest. If you're
sure it's alright than yes, Sophie can we stay every Tuesday night and you
can bring her to school the next day."

	"Yes Tuesday could work out just fine" I replied, "I'll take good
care of her don't worry on that score. I agree with you she just needs some
special tuition in the privacy of my home away from any disruptive
elements, she's a very special girl despite her diabilities, and besides,
I'll enjoy Sophie's company. I'm sure it's going to work out really well
Mrs Simpson."

	And so it was set. That evening I went to bed early and masturbated
about a girl with a lovely mouth and a tireless tongue. I came so many
times I soaked the sheets and fell asleep content.

	The next day at school something amazing happened. I needed a set
of information packs for a lesson I was going to give on English history
and they were kept in the stationery cupboard in classroom 4. Strangely
when I turned the handle for the classroom I discovered it was locked. I
couldn't think of any reason why this should be the case, but I knew there
was a spare key in the office so I went and got it. When I got back I
started to turn the key in the lock but as I was about to do so I thought I
could hear faint sounds coming from somewhere in the classroom. I turned
the key, but very cautiously and as quietly as I could because I had a
feeling someone was in there that shouldn't be. My instincts proved to be
right because as I entered the room I immediately heard what sounded like
sobbing, and as I got closer to the source; the stationery cupboard, I
heard the moaning of a woman. It didn't take me long to realise that they
were the sounds of sexual activity and my heart began to race as I crept
silently to the door and put my eye to the key hole. I put my hand over my
mouth to stifle a gasp as my eyes became accustomed to the light of the
room and my brain began to make sense of what my eye was seeing. The first
thing I noticed was two trembling buttocks and a pair of hands clasping
hold of a pair of stockinged legs. Then the whole scene came into view and
I realised it was Joan Myers the teacher of class 3 and an unknown pupil
kneeling on the floor before her. Her shoes panties and skirt lay discarded
on a bench leaving her wearing only a red top and black stockings. She was
tall and slim with long blonde hair cascading down to the small of her back
and provided an erotic site as she looked down at the girl who was
obviously giving her so much pleasure. From my position Joan had her back
to the door and the only part of the girl I could see were the small hands
that gripped the stockinged legs of the older woman. Then she moaned and
moved slightly and I could see a blonde head bobbing up and down between
the teacher's thighs.

	"Suzie, yes...Oh God I'm nearly there." I heard her impassioned
voice whisper at the youngster.

	Suddenly she pulled the girls head away from the junction of her
thighs and tilted her head back until she was looking upwards at her
teacher. Then I recognised her, Susan Mailer, one of the girls in her
class. I'd fancied this particular little darling myself ever since she
first started school. Susan was one of the cutest fourteen year olds you could
ever meet - apart from Sophie that is - with the prettiest face and cutest
little body going, a girl to get a woman of my particular tastes wet
between the legs just by looking. The thought only took a fraction of a
second but I suddenly realised how I'd tortured myself over the years,
surrounded as I was day in day out with all these beautiful young things
and how hard it had been for me to continue being a professional teacher to
them without giving in to temptation. My pussy throbbed with longing as I
heard the woman's next words.

	"Just tilt your head back and keep it still for me. We only have
another ten minutes before the classroom's needed again... Yes that's it."
She hissed. I watched as the teacher moved forward slightly and stood over
the girls upturned face and then went into a crouching position smothering
the pretty features like a blanket.

	"Keep still". I heard the faint whisper. "I'm going to masturbate
on your face. Just open your mouth when I say and drink whatever comes into
it."

	I was feverish with excitement at the scene playing out in the
dimly lit cupboard. The whole situation was so incredibly obscene, so wrong
and so incredibly appealing to me. This matched one of my own particular
fantasies so closely that I nearly pinched myself in case I was having some
outrageous dream. God how I wanted to be in Joan's position and right then
I resolved that before long I would be. The woman supported Suzie's head
with her hands, holding her in place as she bucked against her face. The
speed of the thrusts became such that I could see her buttocks clenching
and unclenching faster than I could have tapped my fingers. Soon the room
was full of the wet slapping noises of Joan's cunt as it sucked against the
child's lips.

	"Open your mouth." She gasped. "Swallow my cum...Here it comes
lover....Oh... Oh...Yes....Yes baby drink it! I'm cuming in your sweet
little mouth." She sobbed.

	My hand went into my panties and I found my clitoris stiff and
protruding. I flicked it with my fingers for a few seconds and then spent
over my hand as I climaxed. I rearranged myself and brought my eye back to
the keyhole in time to see Joan pulling her pants up her legs and Suzie
wiping her face with a tissue and grimacing as she did.

	"You nearly choked me." she complained, "I didn't think I could
drink it all."

	Shush... be quiet dear. We don't want anyone to hear. Don't call me
Joan at school either, I've told you about that before. I don't mind you
calling me by my name when were at my house away from prying ears, but
never when we're here. I took that as my cue to retreat to the classroom
door and close it. I turned the key in the lock once again and pulled it
out as silently as I could, only just in time as I heard the cupboard door
open. Then I walked along the corridor in what I hoped was a controlled
step and stopped as I pretended to be studying a notice board. The door
clicked open and I looked round as though surprised, trying not to smile as
Joan's eyes met mine.  I saw a second of blind panic quickly replaced by a
smile as she mastered her emotions.

	"Oh hi Linda." She said "I'm just showing Susie where the history
books are, she's going to be class monitor tomorrow aren't you?".

	"Yes Miss." Came the quiet reply from a decidedly nervous fourteen
year old.

	"Good, I'm glad to hear it, you should do very well." I said. And
then because I couldn't resist it, and I suppose if I'm honest I'm a bit of
a jealous bitch:

 "I'm sure Susie has all kinds of talents for all manner of activities."

I said this looking directly at Joan and saw her eyes start with
fright. Striking while the iron was hot I told Susie to run along to her
next class, as I wanted to talk to her teacher.  The girl looked up at her
for reassurance and Joan gave her a confident smile and told her to do just
that and that everything was okay. Which of course it was really, I have no
intention of causing any trouble for them; I just thought I saw an
opportunity for some profit here, and decided to take advantage of the
situation between the girl and the woman. I hadn't given up on my designs
on Sophie, but here was a chance to become involved in on a bit of action
on the side and maybe make an arrangement where we could share Suzie's
favours between us. I wasn't sure how she would manage with two sex hungry
adults on her hands, it might be too much for her but I was determined to
find out.

	"Yes Linda?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. She was
always the glamorous one Joan, and now she looked so beautiful with her
blonde hair swept back behind her ears showing a pair of long tasteful
silver pendants. Her tanned face was light olive in complexion and
complimented her hair colour and lovely blue eyes. She took care of her
appearance and had the kind of face that lent itself well to make up which
she applied with care to accentuate her lovely features. I noted with a
stab of envy how well her stylish clothes hung on her body. She had an
hourglass figure and had larger, perhaps nicer shaped than mine. Joan had a
narrow waistline like me but had wider hips and fuller buttocks. With dark
stockings and a fairly short skirt, quite daring for school standards, her
long shapely legs acted as a magnet for all the male teachers in the school
and perhaps one or two of the women - me included. I felt myself fighting
my attraction for her as I thought about the next step to make in the
advancement of my aims.  I moved closer and smelt her fragrance as I licked
my lips with anticipation or nerves?

	"I've been hanging around this area for a while. Quite specifically
Joan, I wanted to get into classroom 4 but I couldn't. But guess what? You
know the answer to that, don't you?" I whispered. "The door was locked
wasn't it so I had to get the spare from the office." She froze like a
statue and I could imagine the woman's mind racing with panic. Did I need
to terrify the woman? How could that help me in any way? I decided to tread
softly. I needed Joan as an ally, a friend even, if the ideas formulating
in my mind were ever going to become reality. I let my face relax into a
sympathetic smile and continued in a softer voice. "I just wanted to know
what was going on. I heard noises, faint sounds coming from inside the room
so I went inside. I heard them again when I got inside the room, and by
then I had a pretty good idea what they meant. Joan." I sighed. " I saw and
heard everything you were doing with Suzie."

	I looked into her eyes as they began to water and I knew she
thought I was about to turn her in. I felt her sorrow and fear and I didn't
want to be the cause of that. I genuinely liked her; I also knew if I'd had
the chance I'd have done the same as her, wasn't I planning to do just that
with Sophie? I needed to reassure her and then talk alone in private away
from the school.  I took a deep breath and picked my next words with care.

"Can we meet somewhere away from here?"

 She nodded silently. I continued.

 "I'm a friend Joan, I have no wish to see you or Suzie harmed and I can
help you out; I have no need to condemn you, you and I aren't so unalike in
our...lets say tastes, if you catch my drift, and I'm sure we can work
something out, something that will make us all happy, but not here."

 I paused to let my words and their meaning sink in.

 "How about the 71 bar after school say about six, we can talk there it's
very private." The effect was immediate, perhaps not a total transformation
but fear was replaced by caution and perhaps relief now that it was
becoming apparent I wasn't going to shop her.

	"All right I'll meet you inside."

 She acquiesced softly, but then looked up at my eyes as she tried to
fathom my intentions. "Linda what.." She began to ask but I silenced her
with a reassuring squeeze on each of her shoulders and made a shushing
sound.

	"Not here," I said. Just trust me Joan we'll talk in the bar

	The 71 Bar was a smart watering hole in the middle of town. You
came down off the street into a large basement with a dance floor at one
end and table's and chairs at the other. It was always dimly lit and gave
off a fairly secretive atmosphere. My table was in one of the corners away
from prying eyes or more importantly any flapping ears that might overhear
our conversation. Joan arrived about 5 minutes later looking cool and
stunning after changing and applying a new makeup. I noticed with a tinge
of envy how people's eyes followed her progress to my table. I asked her
what she'd like to drink, she asked for a gin and tonic so I called the
waiter over and ordered two. I could tell she'd been waiting for this
moment all afternoon, dying to know what I was up to and what I wanted
because she bit her lip and then shot straight out with it.

	"What do you want? You know what I've been up to, you haven't ran
to the authorities so what's the deal? I know there is one!"

Just then the waiter came with our drinks. He set them down on the table
and I thanked him. I took a large sip of the cool drink and felt it warm my
stomach. I lit a cigarette and sat forward.

	"How long have you and the girl being lovers?" I asked. She looked
down for a moment and then fixed me with a defiant stare.

	"Two months, and we've loved every minute of it. Both of us."  She
emphasised the last sentence quite forcefully, it seemed important for her
that I knew Suzie was a willing participant. Who was pleasing whom in this
relationship? Bearing in mind the fact that I'd seen the girl down on her
knees giving the woman pleasure, Joan's statement seemed to be a
justification of that particular act, almost as though she wanted me to
know the girl enjoyed what she was doing as much as she enjoyed it. Light
began to dawn and the whole situation became clear as I realized Suzie's
role in the relationship, namely to give the woman oral servitude. I
shivered as I imagined Sophie doing the same for me and realised how
similar Joan and me were.

	"Is Suzie the one doing the giving in your relationship? I mean in
the way I saw her doing in the store room to be precise." I asked. She took
a gulp from the drink and nodded as she relaxed slightly.

	"Yeah, you've got it."

	"You know Joan, when I said our tastes weren't that dissimilar I
meant it. I love young girls. I love everything about them. Their cute
little faces, their young lovely bodies and most importantly their sweet
innocence. You don't know how many times I've dreamt about taking a girl to
my bed and having her please me in the way Suzie pleased you. My greatest
wish is to seduce a girl and teach her to pleasure me for hours on end,
even all through the night. I love the thought of having a sweet young
girl's face between my legs and keeping her there for as long as I please."
I saw a glint of amusement in her eyes as she nodded again.

	"Snap. So where do we go from here? You want to be involved don't
you?" She said with a raised eyebrow, of course she knew I did. I asked her
if they both met outside school for liaisons as well. She answered that
they did and went on to explain that she gave her private maths lessons in
her own home. Like me she had got the parents agreement for the child to
stay overnight, and like me she lived quite a distance form their home.

"Okay Joan, lets leave it at that for now. We'll fix up a date for a
threesome sometime."

	"Yes that's fine. Don't forget Suzie's parents expect her to have
learnt something from her lesson, so I give her some extra schooling during
the dinner hour to counter that," She explained. I pursed my lips and
nodded in understanding. I agreed that would be wise and remembered it for
future use.

	The next day was difficult to say the least. I somehow managed to
get through the lessons and teach the children like a good teacher, but I
found it hard. Especially when I looked down and saw my little angel
sitting there at her desk just a few feet away from me. I forced myself to
manage and went onto automatic pilot as my teacher training took over. I
was pleasantly surprised when the bell rang for the end of lessons and the
children filed out leaving Sophie sitting at her desk looking apprehensive
and vulnerable. She was such a small dainty looking thing, even smaller
than the other girls in her class. Younger looking by far than her fourteen
years, but at the same time by far the prettiest, with her elfin face and
lovely green eyes which twinkled when she smiled. I lead her to my car,
fastened her seat belt down, and once satisfied she was firmly secured; we
set off for my home some distance away from the school. It was a pleasant
journey and as we left the town the springtime countryside sped by behind
us as I kept my foot hard on the pedal to take us home. Finally we arrived
and our car crunched on the drive as we came to a stop and got out. I took
her inside and made us a meal of chicken and chips with mushrooms and then
we sat down with a mug of tea while our meal settled down. We chatted for a
while about this and that, nothing very important, and my mind drifted off
to the coming evening and what it would hold. Sophie had said she wanted to
read some grown up books. Well I had some very grown up books upstairs in
my bedside cabinet, and even now they were laid out on the top waiting to
be opened when we made the journey upstairs to my bedroom. I looked up at
the clock and saw that we'd been here for two hours now and I decided to
get things moving along. I got up and left the room telling Sophie she
could switch on the television and watch a programme. I'd call her to come
upstairs when the lesson was to begin. I climbed the stairs to my room and
shed my clothes while I stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking a
quiet pride in my slim but womanly figure. Once again I marvelled at the
beauty of the female body. My perfect breast swayed as I walked across the
room, opened the bathroom door and entered the shower. I felt the aches and
strains of the long day seeping out of me as I stood beneath the steaming
torrent and luxuriated in its powerful caress. Stepping out of the cubicle
I reached for the large towel and dried my dripping body and hair in the
warm material, feeling vitality and strength coursing through my veins. I
sat down naked in front of my dresser and ran a brush through my dark silky
tresses until my hair ran straight and sleek down my back. With the
greatest care I then began the careful operation of applying my make up. I
applied mascara to my long eyelashes and fluttered my eyes when I'd
finished; taking delight in the seductive affect they created. I applied
just the right amount of make up to my face, not too much, but not to
little either until I was satisfied with my appearance. The effect never
failed to thrill me as I was transformed from an attractive woman into the
most beautiful and sensual of creatures.  I completed my preparations with
a few strategic sprays of my favourite perfume, and then I slipped on a
black half-cup bra that showed most of my breasts and part of my
nipples. Finally a pair of lacy panties and sexy stay ups finished the
trick. I looked at the mirror to gauge the affect, tossing my hair back as
I did, and running a hand over my sleek hips. It was time for Sophie's
lesson to begin.

	"Sophie, turn the telly off and come upstairs" I shouted. In a few
seconds I heard her running up the stairs, practically pounding them in her
eagerness to get up. She walked along the landing until she reached my open
door and then tentatively entered. Her face was a picture as she saw me
sitting on the edge of the bed in sexy black underwear.

	"It's such a warm evening Sophie. I thought I would take some
clothes off and let myself cool down a little. I think you ought to take a
few things off as well. To be frank I don't know how you can stand it." She
couldn't take her eyes off me, and I shivered with delight as I saw her
taking in ever inch of my barely concealed body. Finally she found her
voice and said "okay" she would and began undoing the buttons on her white
school blouse. With growing excitement I watched as she slid the garment
over her shoulders, placing it carefully on the bedside chair as she looked
up at me for encouragement. I smiled and told her she looked lovely, which
she did with her flat little chest and little girl nipples.

	"There isn't that better?" I encouraged " I feel so much better for
not wearing all those warm clothes on an evening like this. Now take off
your skirt and I'm sure that you'll feel better as well."

	She managed a shy smile as she unzipped her little navy skirt and
let it fall to the floor. She was about to bend down and pick it up.

	"Leave it there dear, it's all right for now." I gave her a warm
smile as I continued in a soft voice. "Am I still your favourite teacher
Sophie?"

	She didn't or couldn't answer me such was her shyness as she stood
before me wearing only her panties and white socks. I cast my gaze over her
young body and licked my lips like a hungry cat as my eyes took in her
lovely little belly and puffy hairless lips and pouting mound. Her legs
were long and colt like but childishly thin, yet to fill out into the shape
of a young woman. I told her to go and pick the book up that was resting on
top of my dressing table knowing she would have to turn round to do so,
giving me my first site of her panty clad little butt.  I risked a quick
squeeze between my legs as I drank in the horny site of her neat but
slightly pouting little dimples. She picked up the book and walked over to
the bed and then stood before me. I watched with satisfaction as her eyes
once again travelled over my body. First my stockinged legs with their
black banded tops and white thighs, and then onwards over my skimpy
panties, which did little to hide my full pubic bush beneath. I noted how
she licked her lips for a moment and then looked upwards to fasten her
awestruck face onto my half revealed breasts and barely concealed
nipples. I reached down with my hand and tilted her chin up so I could look
into her face. I thrilled at the site of her open admiration, and exulted
over the effect that my womanly body had over her. I looked into her eyes
and asked her if she approved. She blushed and I smiled gently as I ran my
fingers over her face to caress her perfect features.

	"Sit up in my lap Sophie," I said a little more briskly. "Bring the
book with you".

	After a slight second of hesitation she did so and my insides
churned at the sensation of her cute little butt resting in my lap. I told
her to look at the cover of the thick paperback she was holding in her
hands. It had an illustration of a beautiful older woman perhaps in her
forties, who was standing up to; peel off her brassiere and panties in what
must have been her bedroom. On the bed sat a naked girl about the same age
as Sophie. It was obvious what kind of stories the book was going to
contain. I felt her buttocks squirm against me as she looked at the picture
and I saw her face redden as I bent my head down to gently kiss the top of
her head and run my fingers through her honey coloured locks. I told her to
turn the cover over and keep turning the pages until she came to the
chapter titles. They were all short stories dealing with erotic romance
between young girls and women, they were all sexually explicit

	"This is a very grown up book dear. If I'm going to show you it you
must promise not to tell anyone else about it, not even your Parents. It
just has to be between the two of us, do you understand?"

	"Yes Miss. Are the stories about girls and ladies?" She asked, as
she turned round to look at me. I bent down towards her eager face and
kissed her on the cheek. She obviously like that and her eyes shone with
pleasure as I replied that they were.

	"This first one's a fairy story called "Clara and her Fairy
Godmother" and tells the story of how a little girl goes to visit he Fairy
Godmother at her cottage in the woods. The little girl loves her Fairy
Godmother and her Godmother loves her. She undresses the girl and then lets
the girl undress her. Then they go to the ladies bed and have sex
together."

"What's sex Miss?"

"That's what you're going to find out."


	Whilst saying this I had been slowly removing the clasp on my bra
and opening the front. Sophie opened her mouth in surprise until I bent
down again and kissed it.

	"This next story is about a little girl and her babysitter. The
woman shows the little girl all kinds of grown up sex games and they play
them together."

	My breasts were now exposed to Sophie who was staring from one to
the other. I gently pressed her face between my cleavage in an almost
maternal embrace and continued with a list of stories, all dealing with the
topic of young girls being seduced by older females, the underlying theme
being the girl never refused the woman's advances. My hand dropped to her
thigh and ran across her skin as I breathed into her ear.  "This last story
is a very special one Sophie. I think you'll like it, you see I wrote it
especially for you. It's all about a girl who is only your young age, and
her teacher who is much older. The teacher likes the young girl very much
indeed, and invites her back to her house to give her special lessons with
her reading. The teacher is falling in love with her pretty pupil and I
think the girl is with her. She was only pretending when she said they were
going to have reading lessons, you see the teacher really wanted to seduce
her so she can have sex with her. She wants to show her all about sex, and
she wants to teach the lovely pupil to give her pleasure". I gave her
another kiss on the side of her face as I caressed her thighs and
crotch. She turned to look at me with an eager expression.

	"What happens next Miss?" she asked.

	"That's rather up to you Sophie." I replied quietly as I looked
into her eyes.

	"Is it about you and me?" She said.

	"Yes it is dear." I replied. "What do you want to happen next?"

	She struggled with the words to say to me, after all this was all
new to her, and she didn't know how to respond. It was new to me as well
but I did my best to help her along.

	"Do you like me Sophie? Do you like me a real lot?"

	"Yes Miss."

	"Enough to be the little girl in the story"

	"Yes."

	"Do you want me to teach you all about sex?"

	"Yes Miss."

	"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

	"Please Miss."

	"Then say it. Say you want me to teach you all about sex."

	She gulped and then found the courage to say what I asked.

	"I want you to teach me all about sex." She said in a hushed voice.

	I traced a finger across lips.

	"Tell me you want to give me pleasure, and that you want me to
teach you how to do it." I urged.

	"I want to give you pleasure, and I want you t. t... to teach me
how to do it." She blurted.

	"Look at my breasts now Sophie. Look at my big nipples. They are
both very hard because I have been thinking about you taking them in your
mouth and sucking them. I'd like you to do that for me right now. Take the
closest one to you and put it in your mouth."

	My hand went to the back of her head and gently urged her
forward. Her eyes were wide with wonder as my tilting breast entered her
mouth and my spiked nipple slid between her lips. Then she did what came
naturally, as if remembering babyhood she sucked on it. I groaned softly as
I felt her tongue flicker against my tit flesh, my nipple swelled in her
mouth and prodded the roof as it grew larger. She began to enter into the
spirit of the things as she sucked and nursed on me, making plopping noises
as she splurged. I shuddered and pulled her closer until the whole of my
breast forced itself into her stuffed mouth and her cheeks bulged with
their large load. I thrust forward and my nipple pushed to the back of her
throat, causing her to gag and make her eyes water. She struggled briefly
to pull back, but I held her to me and thrust again as my cunt flooded over
with excitement with the sight and sound of her struggles. I let her go
then, and moaned with ecstasy as I wallowed in the new experience of having
such power over my little girl. Then I fed her the other one and she nursed
on it like a baby and coated it with her saliva. Moaning softly I called
her name as I experienced the feeling and sight of her adoring my
breasts. It was happening, I could hardly believe it. I was actually having
sex with my child pupil and it was the most wicked and exciting thing I had
ever done in my life. I loved it, and I wanted to introduce the youngster
to all kinds of kinky games that I had never tried before. The little girl
was going to slake my lust and be the recipient of my deepest and darkest
desires. My hand messed up her hair as she worked on my breast as my other
hand held it up to her mouth. I let her go on for a few more minutes and
then decided it was time to move on. I couldn't wait any longer and needed
to have her face lower down. My cunt anticipated the treat and began to
cream. I pulled her back from my slick breasts and lifted her off my lap
onto the edge of the bed. I stood up in front of her and hooked my thumbs
into my panty tops.

	The only sound in the room came from the rustle of black stockings
as my panties slid down my legs, she gasped as my nakedness was revealed to
her and her eyes were riveted to my bushy hair and hanging labia lips. The
scent of rose water which I had dabbed myself with earlier mingled with the
aroma of my excitement, and the youngster's nose twitched as she breathed
it in. I ran my hand through her hair speaking gentle words of
encouragement as I persuaded her to bring her face closer to my glistening
vagina. I spread my genitals and pointed to the various parts of it as I
explained what they were. I also went on to talk about oral sex and how to
stimulate the clitoris with the tongue and bring a woman to orgasm. She
listened with wide eyes as I continued and inched my sex closer to her
mouth.

	"You see Sophie, only another female can truly bring pleasure to me
and to do that she needs to use her mouth and tongue. The fact is I'm a
lesbian, and as such I can only enjoy sex properly with another female. You
notice I say female and not woman. To say I enjoyed having sex with another
woman would imply she was of my age, a woman. Well that isn't the case
here. Actually Sophie," I continued softly as I caressed her cheeks with my
fingers, " I find myself drawn to girls much more than I do to other women
my own age. To be totally honest I find myself attracted to you like I've
never being before, not in all my life. I want you so much it hurts. Can
you understand that? Can you understand how much I want to feel your lovely
little mouth on my grown up body and how much I want to feel, see and hear
you drinking down my excitement?

	Her eyes looked up and met mine, shining with love and wonder as
she listened to my words and felt the gentle caress of my fingers as they
traced across her lips. I knew at her tender years she couldn't understand
everything I was telling her but she understood enough. She gave her
verdict and answered my question with three small words.

	"I love you."

	"Then do so." I replied. "I'll teach you everything there is to
know about giving pleasure to a grown woman."

	My hand left her lips to clasp the back of her head and join it's
partner as I gently cradled her head and urged her closer until her mouth
brushed against my pink entrance and my pubic hairs brushed against her
face. My labia lips are grey in colour, and hang, or I suppose you could
even say, dangle from my vagina. I brought my other hand down and let one
of them rest across my finger. Guiding it forward towards Sophie, I told
her to take it in her mouth and lick it with her tongue.

	"Suck it all in now," I instructed "taste it as you do so and get
used to the feel of it. Yes, that's good, keep sucking and licking just
like you're doing."

	After a few minutes of spirited sucking I moved her onto the other
one and let the lip trail across her face leaving a wet path over her
cheek. I fed it between her lips and sighed as I felt the sensitive flesh
receiving the same treatment, accompanied by the sound of her watering
mouth as it sucked and plopped on my flesh. After some time I took it out
and pushed myself at her, telling her to kiss and stimulate my vaginal
walls. I looked down and thrilled at the sight of her little face as it
disappeared up to the cheeks inside my gaping sex, and I felt a sudden
surge of fluid spurt into her mouth as a result of the erotic site she
presented. She coped well and I saw her throat bob as she swallowed it
down, giving her an advanced taste of things to come. She was doing
wonderful things to me down there, and I moaned softly as I felt her tongue
and lips worship me.  She flinched and pulled back at the sound of my moan,
and looked up at me as though something terrible had just happened.

	"Are you all right Miss? Have I made you hurt?"  Her innocent face
was a picture of concern, her eyes staring into mine as if searching for
signs of anger.

	I reached down to run my fingers through her hair as I stroked her
tresses and sighed with delight.

	"I'm fine Sophie, just fine my love. You make me so happy with what
you are doing to me. I'm not hurt so don't worry. I'm making all those
moaning sounds because you are making me feel very good inside, and when a
woman makes a noise like I was doing it's because her lover is doing
wonderful things to her. It's a sound of extreme pleasure Sophie...I will
make even more noises just like that as I approach my climax, but just
remember the more noise I make the happier you are making me."

	I beamed her my sunniest smile, which to my delight she returned
back. I saw relief and perhaps even exultation cross her bonny little face,
but then her face changed as though she had been struck by a strange
thought.

	"What's a climax Miss?"

	I realised she was still calling me Miss and was about to tell her
to call me by my Christian name. I was also going to tell her to call me
Linda when I opened my mouth to tell her to call me so, but suddenly
changed my mind. What if she forgot when we were at school and called me by
my name, not Miss? Wouldn't someone get curious if they heard that,
suspicious even. I decide Miss would be fine. To be honest it gave me
something of a thrill to be reminded that we were teacher and
pupil. Instead I thought about how to answer her question and provide her
with an answer she could easily understand.

	"A climax is something that happens when a person has received a
lot of pleasure. It can be achieved by many means. For a woman it happens
when her vagina and clitoris are both stimulated. In the case of me and you
for instance the more that you suck, kiss and lick my vagina and clitoris
the more sexually excited I will become, until eventually my body cannot
take any more pleasure and releases all of it's pent up feelings. When that
happens you'll hear me make a lot of noise and feel my body shake about and
you'll know you have given me a climax."

	I explained in what I hoped was a gentle, yet authoritive voice. I
deliberately held back from describing the full sexual process of
discharging vaginal fluids, I didn't want to scare her off at this stage. I
decided to leave it until it happened and then see how she coped with it
all. That was enough talking, I was getting desperate for more action now
and I wanted to feel her working on my clitoris. Without any more fuss I
guided her face back between my thighs and told her to gently suck on it. I
splayed my lips back first and let her stare at the rigid finger, the very
key to my pleasure and then guided her down to it. She took the organ
between her lips and I moaned loudly as my thighs quivered and closed
around her like a vice. I released her again once I had gained control, and
placed one leg up on the bed by her side to open my self-wide. I controlled
her movement with my hands, guiding her head into just the right position
to give me the maximum stimulation. For a long time all that could be heard
was the sound of her licking and the squelching of my juices as she
beavered away inside my cunt. As the minutes went on I began to sigh and
moan softly, calling out her name and telling her how marvellous she was
and how well she was doing. She kept working on me for the next half an
hour as I gradually built up to my orgasm.  I bucked into her face as I
became increasingly more desperate and my grip on her head became tighter
as I guided her mouth up and down, and from side to side as I rotated my
crotch into her face, smearing my juice over her cheeks. I heard muffled
sounds coming from Sophie's throat as she struggled to keep up with me,
licking and sucking on my throbbing flesh as though she couldn't get
enough. Again and again I pleaded with her to go faster, suck deeper and
whatever happened not to ever stop.

	"Oh Sophie, Oh Sophie my darling. Don't ever stop... Yes ...Yes go
for it honey go for it. I'm going to come in your mouth. Fuck! Oh Fuck!"
don't ever stop! Come on.... Come on!" I pleaded.

	My hands were out of control, pulling her this way and that as I
sought to release my cream for her. I threw my head back and cried like a
mad woman as I finally hit my peak and smashed through the barrier spurting
my cum into the back of her throat as I did

	"Open your mouth...come on lover keep it open for me." I implored
her in sobbing moans. "Drink it down Sophie, swallow my cream...Drink it!
...Drink it! Drink every little drop of it... Drink it from my cunt! Oh God
I'm drowning you." I gasped.

	 I saw her throat bobbing as she swallowed my hot discharge, and
still I continued gushing until try as she might it started running down
her cheeks in fast rivulets, dropping off her chin and splattering her
thighs. I promised her there would be more to come on other occasions and
at last I began to subside and quieten down with the sound of sobbing the
only sound in the room until I began to cry. I went to my knees and gently
kissed her wet face. I had never had sex like that in my life, it was
incredible and I sobbed with joy at the magnitude of it.

	"Thank you. Thank you." I cried. "That's the best, that's the first
time ever that I've...Oh my love you're just wonderful!"

	 I tasted my spending on her beautiful face and then kissed my way
over her delicate neck and shoulders. Looking back on that time I can
honestly say that up to then I had never experienced sex of such
intensity. I had never enjoyed anything so remotely erotic or satisfying
and I realised I had discovered something -or someone - I would never give
up. I climbed onto the bed and lay next to my little lover and held her in
my arms as I whispered to her how marvellous she was and how much I wanted
her. I asked her if she had enjoyed what we'd been doing... if she'd
enjoyed doing it to me.

	"Did you like that Sophie? Did you enjoy using your mouth to make
me happy like you did?"

	"Yes Miss."

	"Did you mind me making so much noise when I came?"

	"Oh no Miss, well cos I know that you said that you are doing it
because you're so happy and it feels nice to make you happy like that. I
like doing it and I want to do it for you lots of times."

	She said this quite earnestly, thrilling me with her words as I
realized I could have this on a regular basis. I spoke softly, my lips near
her ears as I spoke of future meetings and what we might do.

	"So you don't mind it if I'm the one who receives all the
pleasure. That's good. We can do this every week if you like. Your Mummy
and Daddy will think I'm teaching you how to read, but instead you'll be in
my bed making love to me. This is what we will do; As soon as we get back
to my house I'll make us some supper, and then you can watch telly while I
go upstairs and make myself ready for you. When I'm ready I'll call you
upstairs just like I did tonight, and then I'll take all my clothes off and
you can be my slave all evening - and all night if you can stay awake for
that long."

"What's slave mean?"

"It means you have to do everything I tell you."

  I said this in a breathy voice as I began to moisten again.

	"Do you think I might fall asleep? I don't think I could do it all
night. I'll be too tired. Can you...I mean could you stay awake all night
while I did it to you?" She asked incredulously.

	I realized how demanding I had become with her and decided to
relent a little.

	"No darling, I know you can't stay awake all night. You need to get
some sleep, but if we go to bed... say for about seven o'clock you can do
things for me until it's really late."

	I smiled down at her as I lay at her side, one arm enfolding her
and the other hand supporting her chin as I gazed down at her sweet face.

	"We'll have to have lessons at school during lunch time
though. You'll have to make sure you bring a packed lunch so you can eat it
in the classroom while I teach you to read. If you aren't making any
progress your parents will think it's a bit strange don't you think?"

	She thought about this, and then nodded, as young as she was she
realised the truth of my words.

	"We'll have the lesson on the same day as you come to my house
then. Is that alright?"

	"Yes, " she quipped happily "and then if Mum and Dad ask what I've
learnt at your house I can tell them.

	 It excited me to realise how she's colluded with me again and was
willing to lie to her parents for me.

	"Well let's get that right dear, don't tell them what you've really
learnt at my house. Tell them what you've learnt in the classroom at
lunchtime, and then tell them you learnt it in my house, or we'll really be
in trouble. I don't think your Mum and Dad would like to know about some of
the things we're going to be doing together."

	We both laughed at that, I was pleased at the way she was falling
under my spell, she was so willing to please me that there'd be no end of
things I could get her to do for me if I played it right. Suddenly I wanted
more, and turned over on the bed to lie on my stomach.  I looked over at
her and raised my eyebrow as I spoke.

	"Would you like me to teach you how to kiss me somewhere else
Sophie?"

	"Where?"

	"You'll see. Start kissing the back of my neck and then down to my
back...It's okay you can climb over me to do so."

	She was eager to start a new game and I shivered with pleasure as I
felt her naked little body climb over mine. She was learning well, not only
did she kiss the back of my neck; she also licked me with her tongue making
sensuous sweeps across my flesh. She gradually moved down my body, first
the top of my back and then lower down until she came to the gentle slope
of my buttocks. I looked over my shoulder when she stopped and asked her if
she liked the view.

	"Do you like my bottom Sophie?"

	"Yes Miss."

	"It's nice and round isn't it? It's also a lot whiter than the rest
of me don't you think?"

	"Yes Miss."

	"Do you like it a lot Sophie."

	"Yes"

	"Feel it with your hands. Run them over the cheeks"

	For a second I watched her stare at the smooth globes and then
gathering her courage she placed a hand on each cheek and began to run them
over the silky flesh making them swish as she did. I sighed and shivered
with pleasure at the ecstasy of the feeling and let out a low moan as she
took the initiative and squeezed the globes in her hands.

	"Oh that's nice Miss!"  She exclaimed.

	She cooed softly as she caressed the warm flesh, and I pushed my
self back slightly to fill her hands with me. This was heavenly but I
needed to move on to the next part of my plan, and sighing a little I told
her how wonderful she was making me feel.

	"You seem to like my bottom Sophie."

	"It's lovely Miss."

	"How much do you like it Sophie?"

	"Lots"

	"Enough to kiss it?"

	She nodded her head vigorously.

	"Say it Sophie dear. Tell me you want to kiss my bottom all over."
I said seductively.

	"She blushed a little at that but managed to do as she was told.

	"I want to kiss your bottom all over Miss."

	"Then yes please darling, I'd love that." And then "Here let's make
it easier for you. Pass me those two pillows over there."

	She did so and I placed them under my thighs, raising my buttocks
up in the air so the proud domes were before her.

	"There. That's better isn't it? Just begin kissing and licking the
cheeks."

	I continued to watch her face as her eyes widened and she bent
forward with her tongue out and ran it over one of the cheeks. She swept
over and around it, covering the entire globe and then pressed her face
into the cushioning flesh, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it with
her tongue. I sighed "yes" to encourage her and felt my clit throb angrily
in my loins. Now she moved onto the other one leaving a trail of her salvia
as she crossed over, planting butterfly kisses onto my hot flesh. I gasped
as she briefly kissed the crack between and groaned softly as I thought
about what I was going to have her do next. After she had covered both
buttocks with licks, kisses and tiny bites I turned round and looked into
her eyes.

	"That was very nice Sophie. Now watch." I said softly.

	I reached round and slowly pulled my buttocks wide open, revealing
the dark cleft and it's brown bud.

	"That's my other pleasure centre Sophie. I'd like you to press your
face into the crack and kiss and suck my anus. It will feel nice for me if
you stick your tongue out and push it right into the brown hole."

	I paused for a second or two to see how she reacted, and she seemed
slightly hesitant

	" Do you think you can do that for me....hmmm don't be afraid of it
dear. You do want to make me feel good don't you?" I chided.

	She looked slightly nervous and I decided I had to take the
initiative, she wasn't really to sure and I didn't want her to back out of
it now. Reaching round I took a firm hold of her head, then wedged her face
between my cheeks and pushed back at the same time. I held her there for a
moment; very tightly so she couldn't pull back and to my delight she stuck
her tongue out and swiped it over my anus. I moved my ass up and down over
her face as she kissed and licked between the crack, causing heated groans
to pass my lips. My pussy was drooling with juices and my clit was aching
as I reached for her hand and pulled it between my legs telling her to rub
my clit and suck me at the same time. Sophie got over her initial
reluctance as far as sucking my ass was concerned and began to enjoy
herself. She worked away between my globes, tossing her head from side to
side, making them quiver as she slurped noisily into the chasm between.

	"You're liking that aren't you, you little minx, I can tell." I
laughed

	 I gave a shove back to send her face further in.

	"Mmmm Oh Mmmmph." Came the sound.

	 Then she pulled out to look at me.

	"Oh wow Miss I really like doing that. It's lovely, it really is."
She exclaimed.

	"I'm glad you like it dear because you're going to be getting a lot
more of it from now on. Now get back in there my little angel and suck my
arsehole out. Pretend it's a grown up kiss and French with it, and don't
forget to keep rubbing my clit!"

	She dived back in, causing my buttocks to tremble again. Suddenly I
farted sending a hot blast of ass gas into her mouth, causing her cheeks to
inflate as she swallowed my fart and then went back to rubbing her face
into the sweaty crease. I did this another three times and she took the
smelly wind down into her stomach. I promised to coach her further in this
respect and looked forward to the time when she would be able to eat my
shit instead of just my wind. She kept rubbing my clit as she sucked and
slobbered inside my ass. Over the next hour she brought me to the brink of
orgasm three times. Each time I pulled her away, took in plenty of deep
breaths until the crisis had passed, then guided her face back in
again. Finally I knew I couldn't keep it back any longer, I'd deliberately
held back because I wanted to try something different. I pulled away
suddenly as I approached another climax, and quickly turned her over onto
her stomach until moaning and gasping I frantically mounted her to press my
sodden cunt against her small dimpled bottom. I began fucking it as hard as
I could, my sopping cunt and powerful thighs slapping against her delicate
little cheeks in a fast rhythm. The headboard clattered against the wall,
beating a loud tattoo as I slammed my body down causing her small frame to
slam into the old mattress.

	I was grunting with each thrust, and she cried out as the wind
slammed out of her, but I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried. Suddenly my
orgasm hit me, and I speeded up riding her chubby little ass as though my
life depended on it, until with a scream I erupted and all the pent up cum
from the last hour erupted over her buttocks. I was still spurting as I
spun her round again and pulled her face to my crotch, gasping out for her
to open her mouth. When she had I swamped her throat with the remainder of
my load giving the girl no choice but to drink my spurting cunt cream until
I calmed down and stopped. I collapsed down beside Sophie who was gasping
and spluttering after the ordeal and when I could speak again I apologised.
I told her I'd lost control, gone a little crazy and she forgave me
giggling and saying I'd gone "crazy bonks." We slept like tops for the rest
of the night and for me it was a blissful, dreamless sleep. I don't know
what woke me; maybe it was a bird calling to the approaching dawn. With a
stretch I reached out and picked up the alarm clock, which pointed to
four-fifteen. I looked down at the sleeping child and bent down to kiss her
elfin beauty. As I did she opened her eyes and grinned.

	"What time is it Miss?"

	"Four in the morning Sophie."

	Is it time to get up yet?"

	"No my love we have another three hours yet."

	"Oh, I'm awake now, I can't sleep again."

	"Hmm. Very well..In that case I'll put the next three hours to
use."

	The worn bedsprings creaked crazily as I walked up the mattress on
my knees and sat down on her pretty face.