Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2016 18:53:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Schoool Teacher and Judy (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F)

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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            School Teacher and Judy
                      By
                     Jan

      I was a 13-year-old junior high school student
from a middle class family from a small village in the
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area.  My hair was shoulder
length blonde, named Judy Hudson.  At the time I
was five-foot four, 34-B, 24, 34 with a firm athletic
body.

      My sexual education began at the hands of my
seventh grade home room teacher.  She was a lovely
woman named Miss Kathy Richards.  She was 51-
years-old at the time.  She was also a blonde lady
that was five-foot six, 38-DD, 26, 38.  She also had a
fine body, but with age her figure had grown soft as
a result of a swinging lifestyle.

      We became very close friends as a result of an
accidental encounter one afternoon.  At school she
had always been the perfectly proper teacher.  There
was not-even a hint of impropriety on her part.

      I was becoming consumed with thoughts about
sex.  Boys were of no interest to me, but grown
women fascinated me.  I was thinking about them
with almost every waking moment.  I began to study
pictures of scantily clad pictures in magazines.  I
wanted to buy some sexy underwear for myself.

      I knew about a store in the old part of town.
Back in the fifties when the interstate highway
bypassed the town the old four lane highway became
rundown, gas stations became auto repair shops, new
car lots became used car lots, hotels became brothels
rented by the hour, quality iquor stores were reduced
to selling mostly beer and cheap wine.  There was one
store that had been a fashionable ladies lingerie
shop, but had been reduced to selling ladies exotic
items, so one day I took the bus down to the old town
and found the shop on the corner.

      I was intimidated and hesitant about entering.
As soon as I entered I was overwhelmed with the
items on the walls and shelves.  There were old
manikins wearing all manner of sexy things from
panties to leather corsets.  There were sexual aids in
the glass counter ranging from electrical and battery
powered vibratos to any number of dildos that looked
like male penises.  There were a large number of
lubricants with a variety of smells and flavors.  I
headed for the tables with the panties.  They were
all in individual packages.  I was getting lascivious
looks from the female clerk.

      I suspected that she was in her forties.  She was
a bleached blonde with dark roots and brown eyes.
She looked like one of the hookers walking the
street.  Her halter top barley covered her massive
40-G sized breasts, and her shorts were so tight that
the crotch was wedged between her labia.  She was
defiantly sporting a camel toe look.  Her legs were
bare and she was wearing cork soled platform sandals.

      She asked me if she could help me, and I simply
said that I was looking.

      Some of the panties had messages on the front
like 'EAT AT THE-Y.'  There were matching leopard
print panties and bras.  I selected a little baby blue
thong and a couple of small hip huggers that were so
sheer that they wouldn't hide anything.

      I asked the clerk if I could try them on.  She
gave me a knowing look and said "If you open the
package, you bought them!  We can't resell them
after someone tries them on!"

      I was disappointed.  Then she said, "I do have
some opened packages if you really want to try them
on!"

      I said, "Please!"

      She pointed out where the changing stalls were.
As I made my way to the back and entered the area
where the stalls were, she asked, "Can I give you a
hand?"

      I'm sure I blushed, but I thanked her and said
that I can handle it.

      When I was about to push open a stall with a
partially open door another door opened and I was
astonished to see Miss Richards coming out of a stall
and she had on one of those black leather corsets
that synched in her waist and pushed up her breasts
without covering her areolas and nipples.  Her pubic
bush was fully exposed to my gaze.  Her pubic hair
was a darker shade of blonde and almost brown.

      Miss Richards' was just as surprised to see me, as
I was her.  She was holding a few other items just as
erotic looking.  We froze there for a moment, not
knowing what to say to each other.

      She broke the silence by saying, "I like the
panties you selected.  Let me help you try them on?"

      I knew I should have rejected her offer, but the
idea of having her in the tight space with me while
changing was exciting, so I opened the door for her,
and she slipped past me.

      She sat on the bench that was painted white
while I stood in front of her and started to pull up my
shirt, but she asked me to remove it before changing
into the sample panties.  I unfastened the skirt and
pulled down the zipper before pulling the skirt down.
It was so cramped that I couldn't bend over to pick
up the skirt without almost putting my face in her lap.
She reached down and picked up my skirt and placed
it on a hook on the back of the door.  I selected hip
huggers to try on first.  I had to remove my normal
conservative panties that would pass inspection at
school.  My newly grown pubic hair was a strawberry
pink color.

      When Kathy saw my pubic hair she couldn't resist
reach out and stroking my bush.  I stepped into the
panties and pulled them up.  She had to remove her
hand, but as soon as they were in place she started
rubbing the thin material.  I swear that I was
dripping wet.  There was no way I could return the
panties.  Kathy pulled the front down and stuck her
finger into my pussy and jilled me until I was moaning
through an orgasm.  When I put the thong on she
turned me around and pulled the strap up between
the crack of my ass.  She even stuck her nose
between the cheeks of my ass and smelled my
asshole.  She pulled the strap aside and licked my
asshole too.

      She was every bit as horny as me, so I eventually
faced her and bent down.  The smell of freshly dyed
leather was heady, but as my face drew close to her
crotch I could smell the odor of woman cunt juice.  I
did my best to eat her pussy.  I was rewarded by her
stroking hands on the back of my head, and the
sounds of her moaning.  We eventually had to get
dressed and return to the counter to pay for our
purchases.  I only had enough money to buy four
panties.  I was embarrassed having to tell her that I
would have to buy the ones I had tried on.

      She smiled and picked them up, and smelled the
crotch.  "They smell good enough to eat!"

      Miss Richards laid her corset on the counter and
pulled out her plastic, "Charge everything on my card,
and add a couple of matching sets of bras and
panties."

      The clerk smiled knowingly and swiped the card
after ringing up the items and bagging them.  Kathy
invited me to visit her home, and said she would take
me home afterwards. Of course I accepted.

      I had never been to a teacher's home before, and
I check out everything.  Her home looked like
everyone else's home I had been in.  It was the home
of a single female, but comfortable.  She offered me
something to drink and while we were drinking our
soft drinks she asked me very pointed questions.  Of
course I agreed that whatever took place in her home
went no farther.

      I told her that the leather outfit she had bought
was very sexy, and I would like to see her in it again.
She assured me that she would love to see me in one
of the new panties.  She told me that I could change
right here while she changed in her room.  She said it
would be more dramatic to see each other all at once.

      While she went to her room to change I stripped
off my skirt and blouse.  I removed my shoes and
ankle socks before I also removed my bra and
panties.  I selected the thinnest pair of panties to
step into.  I pulled them up as high as possible.  The
crotch barley covered my little pubic patch.  I
smoothed out the material very carefully while I
waited for Kathy to return.  I heard the door open
and turned to face in that direction.

      When Kathy emerged it was a striking picture.
She was wearing shiny black platform pumps with
dark self-supporting nylons, that black leather
corset.  Her large breasts were pushed up and looked
even larger that in school attire.  Her areolas were
about the size of silver dollars, and her nipples were
grape sized.  Her hair was down.  I had never seen
her hair down before.  She looked like something on
one of those sleazy magazine covers on the racks of
newsstands.  I found the sight very sexy.

      She approached me with a sexy walk that
accented the motion of her hips.  When she was
within arm's reach she reached out and touched my
breasts.  My nipples responded by getting hard.  She
gathered me into her protective arms and hugged me
for a bit with my head resting between her large
breasts.  Again my nose was assailed by the smell of
new leather and the perfumed flesh between her tits.
She placed the palm of her hand right on my young
firm breast.  She teased my nipple until it was driving
me to distraction.  She pressed her lips against mine
and slipped her tongue between my lips.

      She slid her hand down the front of my body until
her fingers reach the top of my new panties.  It
excited me so much I couldn't stand still, so I was
shifting my weight from one foot to the other
nervously.  When he slipped her hand into my panties
I almost cried for want of her to touch me.  When
she did slip her hand inside my panties I could smell
my own pussy juice as she started jilling me.

      I stood there until I had an orgasm, and when it
overtook me my knees almost buckled.  She caught
me and sat me down next to her.  We sat there and
talked about what we wanted from each other.

      Kathy admitted to me that she was open-minded
when it came to matters of sex.  She had no objects
to anyone doing whatever they liked as long as they
didn't harm anyone.  She enjoyed kissing, playing and
sucking breasts.  She loved jilling and oral sex, and
even enjoyed being finger fucked in the ass, but she
had no use for anal penetration with dildos.  She told
me that she loved dressing up in sexy lingerie and
items of erotic interest.  When she asked me what I
liked, I told her that I felt much like her, but was in
a hurry to discover everything.

      I vowed that day to visit her as much as possible,
and promised not to be a moon stuck child in school.
I didn't want any of my classmates or teachers
getting wise to our special relationship.

      When I entered high school we lost contact with
each other. One day during my senior year I ran into
her at the local grocery store (Keogers) I often had
fantasized about her.  I followed her home and
renewed out love for each other.

      When I graduated from high school I felt like I
was losing a dear friend.  I entered collage at 18.
While away at collage I met and enjoy sex with a
variety of different types of women, but I was
spoiled by Kathy.  I prefer tall women with large
breasts and wide hips.

      When I went away to college I deliberately wore
lacey panties and bras.  My favorite T-shirt was
emblazoned with the lower case m & m over the
breasts and the stamen 'They melt in your mouth, not
your hands."  I rebuffed male advances and earned
the reputation of being a cold bitch, but I did hook up
with girl classmates and even a few teachers.

      Here I am as a 21-year-old junior in college and
still on love with a 61-year-old middle school teacher
approaching retirement.



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