Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2005 14:26:36 +1100 (EST) From: Peta Subject: Teacher Was My First It was 1972 and I was in grade six at my local primary school. I was about 11 I suppose. My teacher for that year was Miss Bell who had just arrived, coming from another school or straight from uni, I'm not sure which, but she was young compared to all the teachers I had previously. She was about 23, I suppose, lived with 2 others female teachers, one at this school, Mrs. Barnes, and the other, Suzie Something, taught elsewhere. I had just started swimming and as she was a junior coach at a swimming club, she suggested I join to help improve myself. I did, and Mum and Dad were very pleased. We came to be friends over the next 6 months or so and she would regularly take me swimming or pick me up to help out mum and dad. She would also pick me up and drop me off places during the weekends, sometimes on my own, some times with one of my friends. Thinking back, it was a bit odd, as were some of her questions, as they were about the movies we saw and the sex in them. Other questions always had a sexual tone to some degree. Often after the weekends training I would go back to her place in the afternoon if Mum and Dad were out and about. She even started letting me call her Jen. Her friend Suzie, I didn't have much to do with, but the other woman she lived with, Mrs. Barnes was always there, and I got to know her very well too. She told me to call her Debbie all the time, which felt strange, the same as saying Jen, but eventually I got used to it. Debbie used to tackle me and have wrestling fights all the time. They were fun teachers. Often Debbie would grab me very roughly and feel me all over the place including my vagina. I just thought she liked me and we were having fun. Jen's boyfriend, Ken, was around some of the time, but I only really saw him watching us from the doorway, he never really joined in. One day, Jen asked my parents if she could use me as an example to others in her training session for little kids. She said I was really good and it would make her happy if I did it for her. I had to swim up and down a few times, various strokes, over about half an hour, so they could see how to swim properly. Pretty easy stuff. After swimming we went to the change rooms. As the other students and classes continued it was just left to the two of us. Jen stripped off and stepped into the open showers, and all I could see was this very long pair of legs, with a very hairy vagina and beautiful full breasts. Jen was tall at about 5'10" and just seemed to dominate the room. The only other time I've seen the private bits of a woman, was when my mum and me are naked in the bathroom. She usually comes in while I'm in the shower and does her teeth and other stuff, then gets undressed waiting for me to finish. She is much bigger in the bum than what Jen is. Jen soaped herself up and was washing everywhere including a long time spent on her nipples and down below. Jen told me to get in the showers to clean myself. I stepped in, but a good couple of feet away. I still had my bathers on because that's what I always did. She told me to take them off, as I couldn't clean myself properly with them on. I didn't want to at first, as I was very embarrassed at the thought of anyone seeing my private bits. I told her this and she said that as my teacher she knew what was best and that I needed to do it because it was the right way. I still couldn't, but she offered to help. I just stood there didn't say anything. She came over to me, still stark naked, with her breasts glistening from the water over them, and started to pull my bathers down. As she was doing that she said I would feel much better with them off, as nature had intended us all to be. She pulled them down to the floor, rubbing her hands down my legs at the same time, and almost in a trance I lifted my legs, one by one, as she helped me step out of my bathers. She gasped when she looked me up and down. She threw my bathers across the room to my bag and very lightly gave me a quick pat on my bottom, asking me if it felt better with those tight bathers off. It actually did and I said yes, but I was still very embarrassed at being naked with her next to me. I carried on washing myself and did it as quick as I could, but I couldn't help sneaking looks at her gorgeous body. Mine was a tiny little body with no breasts, just small little puffy mounds and little vagina with no hairs and pimples on my small bum, which just looked like a boys bottom. I just wondered, I think, would mine body be as beautiful as that when I grew up. I walked out of the shower as quickly as I could across the room to my towel and bag and started drying myself off. Jen lingered a bit in the shower, just smiling to me while she washed himself. Her nipples were quite red and pointing out about half an inch. I didn't know if it was the hot water that caused that or what. She came out a little later and began drying next to me. After she dried herself, she dropped her towel and was completely naked again. I couldn't understand how she wasn't shy about me seeing. She swung around to grab her clothes out of her bag and as she did, her right breast bumped softly against my cheek. It was quite warm and felt very soft. I wondered to myself what it would be like to touch it. Would it be as soft and smooth as mum's? Jen just laughed and said sorry and we both continued getting dressed. These special swimming events continued for the next few months, with the same routine except I would now just pull my bathers off after I got in the shower. I would only do it if we were the only ones in the shower as I was still too embarrassed if there were others around. One day, a few months later, something different happened on the way home. It was about half an hour to home, but as we were heading back, she stopped the car in a car park, next to a football oval about half way home. She looked across at me and said she was worried about my hygiene and that was one of the reasons she had been watching me closely after swimming the last few months. Jen reminded me that I didn't know how to wash properly in the showers by leaving my bathers on and she showed me the right way then. Maybe I didn't do other things right. She said she better check everything because she wouldn't want me to get punished when I got home if I didn't do the right thing. She asked me if I had dried myself properly. I said yes. Jen said she did not believe me, as I had always been very quick to slip on my clothes in the change rooms. She said she better check to make sure I was telling the truth. She reached across to me and lifted up my t-shirt and put her cold hand on my stomach. I jumped a mile. Jen told me to relax, that I jumped because I knew I had done the wrong thing and not dried properly. She slowly slid her hand under my skirt and put her hand over my vagina on top of my underpants. She said it felt a bit moist and would need to check more closely. She lifted my skirt up above my belly button leaving my panties exposed. She asked me to lift my backside up so she could pull my panties down to get a better look. I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to think, but I knew she was my teacher and that Mum and Dad had taught me to always respect your elders and never answer back. I did as I was told and she slowly pulled my panties down below my knees. She said he was going to feel me, and it would be ok. She gently placed 3 of her fingers over my vagina, with the middle one resting along my opening. She asked me if it felt good and I just nodded. Her fingers were so soft sitting on my very private bit of flesh. She said if she rubbed it she would make sure it was dry and I wouldn't get into trouble. She started rubbing my lips, slowly up and down and it did feel good. My clit suddenly grew which I hadn't seen before and went very hard. She asked me again if it felt good, and it really did, and she said it was supposed to feel good and it was ok. All grown ups felt that way and rubbed their vaginas like that. She kept rubbing up and down for a long time, faster and faster, harder and harder, and then moved one finger to my clit, rubbing in hard little circles. I started to feel something strange happening. I thought I was going to pee and wanted to stop but she said its what is normal for all girls and I would get used to it and enjoy it more and more. She kept going. Her breaths were getting shorter and louder. I saw her hand slip down the waist of her pants and thought maybe she was doing the same thing to herself. Suddenly/ I felt this strange feeling and thought I was peeing. I had what I now know as an orgasm, which squirted juices all inside me and some also outside a few inches. It was going all over my skirt, her hand, and was dripping down the front of the seat and on to my panties around my ankles. I started to panic thinking that Mum will go berserk with this mess on my good skirt and I wouldn't be able to explain it. I couldn't explain it. She said it would be ok and she would clean it up and we would then go back to her place to finish getting clean before going home. I thought that was a good idea because I didn't want to get into trouble. Jen leaned over. Very slowly, she pushed her tongue out between her lips and with soft, slow licks, up and down the entire length of my vagina, cleaned all the liquid off me and some from inside me with tiny little licking of her tongue. She then spent some time wiping the rest down with her handkerchief, and then neatly folded it back inside her shirt under her bra strap. My little clit was still out and was glistening from the moisture of her mouth and tongue. She helped me pull up my panties and skirt and tucked me all in. We then went back to her place. 15 minutes later we were there and went inside. Ken, her boyfriend was there, which made me feel good, as he was always very nice, smiling and friendly. Debbie, her housemate, was also there. Debbie, grabbed me in a bear hug, as usual, and threw me to the floor when I got inside and started wrestling. Debbie was more aggressive than usual, so I was a little bit relieved when Jen said I could use the shower straight away. She showed me to the shower, which was inside the bath, and let me be while I jumped in and started washing everywhere to get rid of any signs of what had happened. Ken knocked on the door and came in, asking if I was ok. I was trying to cover my private bits and he just laughed, saying he was just like my dad so it was ok. I relaxed a bit and he came and sat on the edge of the bath just chatting about how the day went and how school was. He watched me the whole time I was washing myself. When I was done, I turned off the shower and started to step out. Ken reached over and put his arm around me and helped me out. His large hand slipped a bit, as I was still a bit soapy, and slid down and over my bottom. It felt very warm and soft. He giggled and apologised. He steadied us and got me to stand there while he grabbed a towel to dry me. Ken asked if my mum and dad dried me, which they did, and he said he would like me to show him how they did it. He got the towel and I told him where and how to dry me. It all seemed a bit bizarre, but if he wanted to, why not I thought, much easier than me doing it. He was kneeling down, and I could feel his hair against my stomach as he leaned in to reach behind me to dry my bottom with the towel. I could feel his breath at the top of my thigh. Suddenly he just got up, said sorry, he had to do something, and left me to finish. I started to dry myself but was looking around for my clothes, but they weren't there. Jen must have taken them to get them clean. Not knowing what to do, because all I had was a towel, I wrapped it around my waist and very slowly walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, looking for Jen to get my clothes. She was in the lounge room with, Debbie, sitting on the couch drinking alcohol. I asked for my clothes but she just said not to worry about it for now, and that I was around girlfriends so I would be ok as I was. She gave me several sips of her drink. Jen grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into her and said she would help me get dried. I told her I was dry but she just kept going. She started at my hair and then back. It did feel good, as I loved it when my Mum rubbed my back and hair, and rubbed me up and down all over. Then she started on my arms, my chest and then stomach. Then she dried my bottom and the back of my legs. Then the front of my legs and then gently pushed my legs apart and dried inside my thighs. She then rubbed my vagina with the towel over and over to make sure it was really dry. While Jen was drying me, Debbie said that as that looked like fun being naked, she would do the same. She took off her jumper and shirt and I could see her large round sagging breasts, just like a cavewoman picture I had seen at school the week before. She then stood up and slid off her shorts and panties saying she was just relaxing as god and nature had intended, and asked if it was ok if she was just like me. I just shrugged. She was completely naked and just sat back on the couch. That seemed ok and perfectly natural, although a bit odd. I couldn't help but look at her vagina, which was not as big as Jen's but much hairier. She had huge amounts of curly pubic hair going up to her bottom too. Jen, finished drying me and said I should be like the adults and stay natural, but it had to be our secret, as sometimes the police didn't understand and may come and take me away. But as my teacher, and because my mum had told her to look after me, I should always do what she said as it was right. Then Jen took the towel away and told me to sit on the couch with Debbie and watch TV if I wanted to. I did and it felt weird, but very nice, as my naked bottom and vagina touched the cool leather couch. Debbie, leaned across almost a soon as I sat down and said lets have a wrestle. Without waiting for me to answer she leaped on top of me and dragged me onto the lounge room floor, which was a hard carpet. She was so much more aggressive than other times and held me really tight. I was trying to get away, but started to burn my knees on the carpet, when she stopped tossing me around and just held me still. She was just laughing, saying things like, "oh I love it the way you struggle and try to get away" While I was still struggling, to get away I looked up, only to see Jen, naked, right in front of my face. Her vagina was huge as was her clit, which was sticking outside her thick lips. Jesus, it was massive. She grabbed my hair and just pulled my head towards her vagina. I moved my head to the side, which pushed my face onto her inner thigh. I had no idea what was happening. Jen said I needed to do as I was told or it would become a serious matter and she would need to call the Police to take me away. She said to be a good girl and she would make me feel good like before in the car. I still didn't know what she wanted, until she said I needed to open my mouth so I could taste her cunt. I had never heard a woman talk like that before. Jen was yelling at me now to open my mouth and lick her. I wasn't sure why but she grabbed my nose. I couldn't breath, but as soon as I opened my mouth to get a breath she pushed her vagina into it. I wasn't sure what to do, she had one hand on my nose, and the other holding tight pulling my hair and Debbie was behind me holding me as I was trapped on all fours. She kept thrusting her vagina and clit into my mouth, grinding her hips around and around. I started to relax and realised that the taste was pretty nice. She kept telling me to suck her and bite her cunt, so I did, and it seemed to affect her a lot. After a few minutes, somehow I worked out how to breath and keep licking and sucking her at the same time. As she was doing that, Debbie was curled behind me and I could feel her hand all over my back and legs. She reached around under my stomach and began to massage the lips of my vagina. She kept saying how it was so good and that I was very special and felt very good. Her hand on my lips and vagina did feel good as she stroked up and down, again and again. Jen was now pulling my hair it harder and harder banging her pussy into my face. She started swearing loudly and saying things like "Bite my clit you little cunt sucking whore". She grabbed my hair and pulled it very hard, shoving her hugely swollen clit inside my mouth. I could hardly breathe as she still had hold of my nose. Somehow, I managed not choke and to get back to sucking and nibbling on her long, thick, bulging clit. Then I felt a huge rush of strange salty liquid into my throat as she yelled. She had cum inside my mouth and down my throat, I couldn't breath, I was drowning. I swallowed some and realised that it helped lots, so I just kept swallowing, as she kept squirting this liquid down my throat. Jen let go of my hair and nose and asked me if I would be good and do as I was told if she let go of my hair. I nodded yes and then she let go. Just as I was starting to relax I felt Debbie from behind pushing my head down to the ground but telling me to stay still. I then felt a very nice cool liquid on my vagina. She massage it in for quite a few minutes before she said that this will feel a little uncomfortable at first but that it was important to relax. I jumped a mile when she first slid a finger inside me, but she just left it there until I relaxed. Then she pushed it in further and then waited again. After some time and a couple of inches of her finger, Debbie took it out and pressed something else against the entrance to my vagina. It felt cold and hard. I looked underneath me between my legs and could see a long black cylinder about an inch thick. I started to cry and said I didn't want her to stick that up me. Jen just bent down, gave me the softest ever kiss right on my lips and whispered in my ear that I was her very special sweet baby and she would not let anyone do anything to hurt me as long as I trusted her and did as I was told. I felt much safer and stopped crying. The cylinder was attached to Debbie's waist with some sort of strap. She pressed a little bit harder every few seconds until it started to slip inside me. Every time after she pushed it in further, she would stroke my lips and clit, which felt good and took away the pain a bit. It got very painful all of a sudden and a piercing pain shot through and I could see droplets of blood coming out of me onto the floor. Jen was stroking my face telling me that I was a woman now and everything would get so much better. She slid underneath me while Debbie was still inside me and began slurping at my pussy, hungrily gobbling down all my blood and juice. This was insane, but I felt myself getting hot and tingly down there again. I didn't do anything except just stay there on all fours letting Debbie put this thing in and out of me, and Jen licking my clit, enjoying it more and more as time went on. She continued to push deeper and deeper inside. It was so very tight and rubbing every place inside of me. I felt it was getting hotter and hotter and a few minutes later I felt the same peeing sensation as before. I orgasmed and was shaking for about five minutes after. Debbie, a few seconds later, yelled and came with a gush. I could feel her cum oozing out of her pussy onto the cylinder and inside me and some onto Jen's mouth I fell unconscious I think, from the complete exhilaration of it all, but I felt someone soft and warm pick me up, I have no idea how much later, and carry me to the bath, wash me and put me to bed. The last thing I remember is a soft sweet tasting kiss on my lips as I passed into darkness, thinking that I may pass this year at school with flying colours, and dreaming of what my lay ahead.