Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2005 14:26:36 +1100 (EST)
From: Peta <peta54321@yahoo.com.au>
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.