Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 12:57:57 -0800 From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com> Subject: German Teacher and Her Young Refugee Student German teacher and her young refugee student by cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are 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 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. Please email if you have any suggestions or comments: csunwin@yandex.com If you like this story please consider donating to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----- "Hallo darling!" Anke Mandl greets Nasira, her young German language student at the entrance to her upper level apartment in one of the better neighbourhoods of Frankfurt. The city, located on the banks of the Main River is the second largest in the country and is the financial capital of Germany. Nasira, an 11-year old Syrian refugee, is dressed like a normal German teenager, in jeans, a designer hoodie and Nike trainers. Despite her clothes Nasira would never be mistaken for a German girl. She looks Middle Eastern, with dark hair and olive skin and a slightly hooked nose; she is thinner and shorter than most German girls her age. "Good afternoon Frau Mandl," the girl replies in heavily accented German. "How are you today?" Nasira has arrived for her weekly German lesson. Anke is a retired teacher who volunteers several hours a week to teach immigrants and refugees to speak German so they may integrate more easily into society. Nasira, who arrived in the country with her family 6-months earlier, is highly motivated to learn German so she can better fit in and feel less of a stranger in her adopted country. The teacher's eyes are drawn to the girl's tight blue jeans which encase her thin girlish legs and accentuate her discernible thigh gap; Anke admires the way it highlights the gentle flat curve at the front of her jeans. Nasira is very much the age and type of girl the older woman finds irresistible. "Please call me Anke, darling. How many times do I have to remind you?" Anke tells her. Anke Mandl is 61-years old, but has the figure of a woman several years younger. She still looks good in the jeans she habitually wears, and her preference for men's button-down shirts gives her a slightly masculine look. The shirts help conceal her breasts, which were once her pride and joy but have been heading south for many years. Only her silver hair, which she wears in a short boyish cut, and the wrinkles on her face, betray her age. An active lifestyle, a passion for hiking, and a careful organic diet keeps her fit and able to pursue her many interests. And high on the list of her interests is seducing young girls like Nasira. Anke has been a lesbian since her teens; long before it had become fashionable or accepted. As a primary school teacher she relished the endless procession of nubile nymphs that passed through her classroom over the years. Now that she has retired from teaching school, she has more time to devote to seducing succulent pubescent girls. Offering individual German language instruction to young girls has been, for Anke, a marvellous opportunity. Anke invites her student into the living room of her modern apartment, and offers her tea. While the teacher puts on a kettle in the kitchen, Nasira takes a seat on the sofa where they normally have their lessons. Anke pours her student a cup of apricot flavoured tea and offers her sweet chocolate biscuits. The young girl accepts and politely thanks the older woman. "Let's begin by reviewing your homework, Nasira. Did you read the first two chapters of the book I lent you?" The student nods her head to indicate she had read the chapters, but her face turns pink, a shade so bright as to be visible under her olive skin. She reaches into her school bag, retrieves the book her teacher had lent her, and opens it to the beginning of the second chapter. A folded sheet of paper lies between the pages. Nasira takes out the paper and hands it to her teacher. It is a printout of an email from a friend addressed to Frau Mandl. The message reads: My dear older friend and lover, I miss you terribly. I miss your kisses, your soft hands on my small breasts and your strong fingers caressing my private parts. I think of you every night as I touch my young pussy which has not yet developed the mane of puberty. Your young friend is so grateful for your maturity and wisdom and how you have taught her about the love between women, which I know to be the purest love of all. I send you a link to this website so that you may read the stories and fondly remember our time together. All my love, hugs and kisses, Maria The letter is followed by the URL of a German language literary erotica website which features stories of lesbian relationships between young girls and older women. The letter is a clever ruse, it has been written by Anke herself from an anonymous email address. She had printed the message and placed it in the book, `accidently' where she was sure her student would find it. Anke has successfully used this technique several times. In her experience young female students who read the `planted letter' will follow one of two courses of action: They will either ignore the letter, and possibly stop attending her lessons, or they will become curious and read some of the stories on the erotica website. Judging by Nasira's embarrassment, Anke suspects she has read the stories. Why else would she bring the letter to her attention? It is now Anke's turn to blush, although her embarrassment is feigned. "Oh dear!" She says, pretending to swallow hard. "This is so very awkward. Did you read the letter Nasira?" "Yes I am sorry, Anke, I did." "And did you visit the web site?" Nasira nods her head in the affirmative. The young girl had read the letter several times as well as a number of the erotic stories of encounters between young girls and older women. But instead of being shocked by what she read, Nasira was tantalized; it is as if an entirely new world has been opened to her. "Please tell me darling, what do you think of me? What do you think of my secret? Do you think it is so bad of me to have a very young girlfriend?" "No Anke, Germany is a very free country. Here it is your right here to love who you wish. It is very different in my country." Nasira continues. "In my culture there are very strong restrictions about love even between boys and girls. And of course love between women is not permitted at all. This is one reason why I want to make my future in Germany where I can have the freedom to love anyone I want, even another girl, or woman." Nasira pauses to think for a moment, and asks her teacher: "Miss Mandl...I mean Anke, may I ask you a very personal question?" "Of course you may." Anke replies. "May I ask you how old the girl who wrote you the letter was?" "Is this important? Why do you ask Nasira?" "In the stories there were very young girls; was your friend who wrote the letter as young as I am?" Anke looks at her young student and wonders what thoughts lie behind her question. Is Nasira judging her or flirting with her? She decides on the latter and replies: "Yes Nasira, she is roughly your age and was a student of mine like you are. Sadly her family moved to Berlin and I lost her. I am sorry if I have disappointed you in any way and I hope you do not think too badly of me. True love does not respect age difference." Nasira has expected such an answer and had rehearsed what she planned to say next, but that does not make getting the words out any easier. "I think Anke," she says, pausing as if she has difficulty saying the words, "I wish to be like your friend in the letter, that is if you will accept a poor ugly girl like me." Anke's face lights up in a broad smile. She takes Nasira's hands in her own and kisses them. "My darling!" She says. "You are not ugly at all. I think you are absolutely lovely, and I could not think of a better friend to have than you." The teacher stands up, takes her young student's hand, pulls her to her feet, and leads her into the bedroom. Nasira follows expectantly; the stories she has read on the erotica website have given her some idea as to what may follow. She is at the same time nervous and excited. But she is willing to trust this experienced older woman and is eager to give herself to her. Anke's bedroom is modern and spacious; a large window overlooking the park covers one complete wall. Against the opposite wall is a large double bed covered with a brightly coloured comforter, and next to bed - a makeup table with a padded bench. The teacher pauses at the door and takes her student into her arms. Nasira is a full head shorter than she is and Anke has to lean over to kiss her on her lips. Nasira eagerly returns her kiss. Emboldened, the teacher slips her tongue into the young girl's mouth. Her student is surprised, but eagerly accepts the incursion. She is ready for anything the older woman wishes to do with her. Anke takes her time seducing the girl, and begins by slipping her hands underneath her hoodie. As she caresses the soft skin of her back she can feel her rib cage. Her hand slips behind the girl and caresses her slim bottom. She tries to put her hand inside the waist of the girl's jeans and access the prize hidden below but her trousers are too tight. "Please take off your jeans darling." Anke says to her. The young girl opens the waist of her tight jeans. Anke pulls down her zipper and takes hold of the top and tugs it down her legs. Nasira kicks off her shoes and steps out of her inside-out denims which now lie on the floor in a heap. The teacher pauses to admire Nasira's panties – classic white cotton with a pattern of pink roses. Nasira has outgrown them and their fabric is stretched tightly against her crotch. Anke is delighted to see the outline of her slit, pressed tightly against the cotton fabric and she cannot resist petting her pudenda; her fingers seek out and stroke the delicate cleft. Nasira begins to breathe quickly as she feels her teacher's finger on the private place only she herself has ever touched; a shiver of excitement and arousal courses through her loins. Anke is eager to see to see her new conquest completely naked and she tugs on the zipper of the girls' hoodie and pulls it off her shoulders. The sweatshirt falls to a heap on the floor. Nasira has only a t-shirt on underneath; she does not yet need a bra because she had no obvious breasts. But her nipples have enlarged as she approached puberty and the two small cones are now hard and push their pointed tips against the thin fabric. Anke pulls the small garment over the girl's head; Nasira is now naked except for her panties. Nasira's nipples stand out like small brown Hershey's kisses against the pale olive skin of her chest. Naked, her body is slim and boyish except for its softness and a slight rounding on her hips. Anke takes her nipples in her fingers and caresses and squeezes them. She covers the left nipple with her lips and sucks on it, pulling skin from the young girl's chest into her mouth. After sucking on her right nipple for a few moments, Anke pushes her young student back on the bed, straddles the girl's slim body and lowers her head to Nasira's face. She kisses her lips, her neck, and then across both breasts and to her stomach. Her tongue snakes into the young girls' recessed navel and over the crotch of her cute cotton panties. Anke pauses to inhale the scent; as expected the girl's sex smells as fresh and clean as any young German girl's should. Anke plants her mouth on the gusset of the panties and lets her wet tongue caress the material. She can taste the young girl's essence along with a hint of detergent and fabric softener. Nasira watches her wide eyed; she holds her breath as Anke's tongue's heat penetrates her awakening sex. The teacher deftly moves the panties elastic leg band to one side and pauses to consider the sight of her smooth hairless pussy. It is so like a little girl's, delicate and plump with the hint of a flap peeking out near the top. A small brown mole adorns the top of her right vulva. The teacher cannot wait any longer and covers the girl's enticing little slit with her greedy lips. Her tongue slides up and down the delicious furrow, explores the soft slippery inner contours and savours the tart flavour of this girl's secret place. Nasira's first thought is: `Am I clean enough?' But she remembers she had taken special care to clean her privates with a wet cloth before leaving her house that afternoon. Nasira tries to watch what Anke was doing to her, but the waves of pleasure are so great she has to lie back, close her eyes and enjoy the ride. Anke's tongue explores every surface of Nasira's delicious young cleft. She probes the small aperture from which she pees, and discovers there a tantalizing taste of urine. Her tongue flicks Nasira's barely visible clitoris, veiled by its delicate fold of skin. She sucks on the fleshy bud so small it barely fits between her lips. Her tongue probes for the tight entrance of her maiden vagina. She finds it and attempts penetration with the tip of her tongue. A thin membrane of hymen bars further entry, and her tongue descends, snail like, to the entrance of her puckered anus. Anke finds the angle of Nasira's small bottom is insufficient for her purpose, so the teacher lifts the girl's thighs to fully expose her private parts. She resumes her task with enthusiasm and begins to lick the small, perfectly formed entrance to her back passage. Nasira, whose whole being has been in a blissful state of mounting stimulation, stiffens when she feels an unfamiliar intrusion to her body. `This is where I poo', she thinks to herself, panicking slightly. But once the older woman's pointed tongue pierces her sphincter she completely forgets her doubts. A new and wildly pleasurable set of sensations begin to course through her 11-year old body. While she is tonguing the young girl's virgin bottom, Anke takes hold of Nasira's hand and guides it to her hairless sex. She moves the hand as she guesses Nasira might do if she were masturbating herself. The girl accepts the suggestion and begins to stroke her own slit. For a moment Anke watches Nasira rub herself, and enjoys the sight; but, she thinks, it is now time for her own needs to be met. Anke stands up and undresses quickly. Off come her jeans and button-down shirt. She wears no bra and her breasts hang flat against her chest, her large nipples point downwards. She slips off her men's boxer shorts and turns around to look in the mirror. She is happy with what she sees, despite a few wrinkles here and there where age had taken its' toll. Her thick hairy bush still has its original light brown colour and so do the tufts under her arms. She comes around the bed where Nasira is sprawled out, eyes closed, rubbing herself and panting slightly. Anke mounts the bed and straddles the young girl's head. Nasira opens her eyes and looks up to see the older woman's hairy privates inches from her face, lips glistening with arousal and bright pink insides clearly visible. Anke places her hand behind the girl's head and gently but firmly pulls it towards her. Nasira's open mouth is soon engulfed by her teachers' open sex. She can smell the woman's body, and as her mouth comes in contact with the fleshy lips she is initially astonished by the taste. The flavour is a mixture of sweat, urine and the musty flavour that comes from inside a vagina. Nasira ignores the strange taste and opens her lips and uses her tongue to bathe the viscous surface of the older woman's cleft. The teacher pushes a pillow under her student's head and begins to rotate her hips so as to direct her eager tongue to precisely where she wants it. Nasira quickly learns where and what to lick. Anke directs her to suck on her large clitoris. It is bigger than most women she knows and has been an source of fascination for many of the young girls she had seduced over the years. As Nasira greedily sucks on her clitoris Anke feels an orgasm build up inside her. She takes Nasira's hand and purposefully directs it to her now gaping vagina. She grasps her four small fingers, propels them into her slippery vagina, and pushes them deep inside her. There is little resistance and Nasira immediately senses what is expected of her: she begins to pump her small hand hard and deep into the wet hole. It takes only a few strokes for Anke to reach her orgasm, and when it arrives she grasps the young girl's hair and holds her tight. The muscles deep inside her pelvis begin to spasm and her vagina expels several gobs of cream coloured mucus which mostly land on the young girl's face. Anke falls back on the bed exhausted and pulls Nasira's naked body close to her own. Once her panting has subsided she kisses the young girl in her arms and whispers endearments to her. "You are the loveliest and sweetest girl I have ever met!" She says to her student. "Thank you Anke. You are so kind and good to me." "Are you glad about what we have done?"Anke asks. "Yes Anke, I am so happy. It is like a dream to me." Nasira says, and pauses for a moment to bury her face in her teacher's neck kissing her softly. "May I tell you something Anke?" "Yes go ahead my love." "I love you Anke, I truly do." "Oh Nasira! That is so sweet! I love you too darling. Will you be my girlfriend dear?" "Oh yes please Anke, I am yours, forever." The two cuddle for a few moments and Anke cannot resist stroking the young girl's hairless young sex again. Nasira begins to stir, becoming aroused once more. Anke looks at her watch and exclaims: "Oh my goodness, I have another lesson in 10 minutes. I am sorry to hurry you, but we must go." "I understand Anke." Nasira says and begins to pick up her clothes from the floor where they have fallen. A few minutes later, carefully dressed and hair brushed, Anke escorts her young student to the door. She hugs her tightly and kisses her on the lips, telling her just before they part: "until Thursday Nasira. Please think of me often until then." "You will be in my dreams Anke. I promise!" Nasira says and walks toward the elevator. Anke watches her until the elevator door closes and goes back into her apartment. She fixes herself a cup of tea and pauses a moment to reflect on the days' events. Nasira has exceeded her expectations; she wonders if she might deflower her the next time they meet. Her reverie is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. It's her next student – Ranim, also Syrian and a little older than Nasira, but equally young, pretty and innocent. As Anke is about to open the door she remembers her last lesson with Ranim, in which she loaned her a book with `the letter' inside. She smiles to herself and wonders how the lesson will turn out. She takes a moment to quickly inspect her bedroom, to confirm her bed is properly made and no incriminating articles of clothing have been left lying around. Satisfied that all is in order she opens the door for her student. "Hallo darling!" Anke Mandl greets Ranim...