Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 12:35:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tutor's Pet (lesbian/adult youth, f/F)

Warning:

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

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                   Teacher's Pet
                        By
                       Jan

	I was half way through my eighth grade year
of school.  I was 13-years old.  My body had just
about completed the change from girl to woman.  My
breasts were just about fully developed.  My hips
had widened out and my body had caught up with
that early growth spurt that made me look like I was
all arms and legs.  My period had settled down to my
own cycle.

	I guess the best testament to, my home room
teacher's good looks was the fact that I had
overheard the boys in the class talking about how
much they would like to get in Mrs. Carter's pants.
Even the girls felt that she was a threat to them. .
I doubt if any of them suspected that she was 48-
years old.

	I was having trouble grasping the principals of
algebra and Mrs. Carter offered to help me with my
homework after school.  After the last bell and the
class scrambled to gather up their bags and make it
out of the door.  I sat there feeling like I was being
left behind in more ways than one.

	I feared not being able to grasp the problems
and like most girls I hated school.  The last bell was
a reprieve from hell every day.  I was sitting in my
normal desk, as Mrs. Carter told me to get out my
homework.  I pulled out my math book, my three-
ring-binder along with a mechanical pencil.  I started
copying the problems as Mrs. Carter came down the
aisle so that she could look over my shoulder.

	She would move from my side to behind me
while bending over me.  I found it very distracting.
Mrs. Carter is a natural sun streaked blond.  Her
perfume was very nice and her ample bosom
occasionally brushed against my back or shoulders.
At one point the side of her breast actually touched
my face.  I almost wet my panties.  I'm sure my face
flushed bright red.  She didn't say a word about
what had happened.

	I was required to stay after school many days
after that and every time I felt her breasts resting
on my shoulders.  I don't remember how many times
I had to have help but one afternoon I was staring
at her tits and she casually asked, "Do you want to
see them?"

	I was unable to vocalize my desire.  I think I
shook my head up and down in response.  Mrs. Carter
stuck her right hand inside the bodice of her dress
and pulled her left tit over the top of her bra and
dress.  She used her left hand to pull her right tit
out of her dress.  The tight fitting dress squeezed
her tits together.  I was fascinated by the sight of
her breasts.  The areolas were almost perfectly
matched in shape and color.  The nipples really were
perfect.  I was so excited she didn't even have to
ask me to touch them.  I placed both of my hands on
her tits and squeezed them.

	She closed her eyes and moaned, as she moved
closer to me.  I opened my mouth and sucked on one
of her tits before I even thought about asking or if
she would object.  She was the one to pull back long
enough to shift her body, so that I could suck on the
other nipple.  I was light headed and felt dizzy as
she led me to her desk.

	While I stood behind her desk she knelt in
front of me and reached under my skirt and pulled
down my panties.  I had to place my hand on her
shoulder to lift my feet one at a time for her to pull
them off.  She stood up and placed her hands under
my arms and picked me up and sat me on top of her
desk.  I was mesmerized as she lifted my skirt and
sat in her swivel chair.  She parted my legs and held
onto my soft inner thighs as she leaned forward and
kissed my pussy.

	When I had been a child I had played doctor
with some boy and girl playmates until I was caught
and punished for my actions.  When I reached
puberty I had discovered masturbation to relieve my
sexual desires.  Now I was sitting on the edge of my
teacher's desk with my teacher sucking my pussy.  I
had never felt anything so exciting in my life.  I was
holding onto the back of her head to keep from
falling over backwards.  No climax I had ever
induced with my hands ever felt as strong as the one
I had from my teacher sucking my pussy.

	When I got home I was filled with self-
recrimination and ashamed of myself.  I didn't sleep
all night.  I tossed and turned constantly.  After
school the next day Mrs. Carter asked me if I would
like to do it again.  I said yes, so she invited me to do
my homework at her house.

	She lived only a few minutes from the school so
I followed her home on foot.  Her home was in a
middle class neighborhood.  The house was well kept
it was freshly painted and the lawn was manicured.
The carpet was expensive and the house looked like
the work of a professional interior decorator.  The
furniture looked like it came from a very expensive
store too.  There were definitely no composite woods
in any of the furniture.

	She had me do my homework on her very
expensive desk.  She gave me some cookies and milk
while I did my homework.  She stopped me when I
started to make a mistake.  Then she explained what
I was doing wrong.  When I figured it out I was able
to finish my homework in less than thirty minutes.
When I was done I put my stuff back into my book
bag.

	Mrs. Carter gave me the dime tour of her two-
bedroom home.  Of course the last room on the tour
was her bedroom.  She turned around at the side of
the bed and bounced up and down to demonstrate
how springy her bed was.  She had me stand in front
of her and she started helping me take my clothes
off.  I had left my jacket in the living room with my
book bag so I only had a blouse, skirt, slip, bra,
panties, ankle socks and running shoes to take off.

	When I was down to panties and bra Mrs.
Carter removed her own blouse.  We both reached
behind out backs to unhook our bras.  I was still a
33-B bur Mrs. Carter was a 36-C+.  He breasts
looked so round and firm to me.  We felt each
other's tits for a while and even sucked on each
other's.  Mrs. Carter had to stand up to remove her
skirt and half slip.

	I was impressed that her bra and panties
matched.  The panties were thin enough for me to
make out the dark shadow of her pubic hair.  The
prospect of seeing her pussy inspired me to quickly
pull my panties down.  I stepped out of them and
tossed them aside.

	Mrs. Carter reached out with her right hand,
palm up and cupped my pussy.  "I seem to recognize
this little hair ball."

	There was nothing for me to say in response.
She pulled me even closer by the crotch.  She
reached for my tits and rolled my nipples between
her fingers.  While she was playing with my tits she
leaned forward and kissed my pussy again.  With her
arms up holding onto my tits it was very difficult to
reach for her head.  The best I could do was cling to
her shoulders.  At the time I had no experience to
measure her cunt sucking abilities but I quickly was
getting weak kneed as I climaxed.

	When she was finished she sat me on the bed.
I felt dizzy and lay down on my side.  I watched her
remove her panties.  I was fascinated by the sight
of her pussy.  The dark patch I had seen through
her panties turned out to be a bikini cut.  She must
have shaved recently because there was no stubble
showing anyplace.  Her pubis was bulging with her
labia dangling out of her pussy.  I was about to get a
very close look at her prize.

	She got on the bed and straddled my head
facing me and moved her body until there was no
doubt what she wanted me to do to her, what she
had done to me.  I had never been that close to a
pussy before.  I was not sure I could do what she
had done to me.  There was nothing I could do short
of turning my head to avoid tasting her pussy.  That
was an option denied me because she had two hands
full of my hair.  She was pulling my head up; at the
same time she was pushing her hips forward.  She
rubbed her pussy against my nose and lips.  The smell
was impossible to escape.  When I breathed through
my nose all I could smell was her pussy.  That smell
was to linger for days in my head.  When she
pressed her clit against my nose, I had to open my
mouth to breath.  The warm moist flesh was ground
into my mouth.  When I stuck my tongue out, it was
enveloped in warm slimy flesh.

	Whatever I was doing was obviously pleasing
her.  She was moaning in pure pleasure.  The juice
running down my throat was almost enough to choke
me.  I was beginning to wonder if I would suffocate
before she would cum.  She eventually flung her
head back and let out a long satisfied moan.  That
let me know she had cum.

	When she sat back on my tits she looked at the
bedside clock radio.  She dismounted me and helped
me too my feet.  She led me to the bathroom and we
showered together.  She used the hand held shower
nozzle so that our hair would not get wet.  The
shower didn't wash away the smell and taste in my
head.  She seemed to be nervous as she helped me
get dressed and out the door.

	I learned eventually that she was getting me
out of the house before her husband got home from
work.  That was why we never had more than two
hours to have sex.  Oh, yes I became a regular
visitor to her house.  The smell sure became a
familiar odor to me.  With each visit I fell more in
love with her.  I resented that I had to leave before
her husband got home.

	One day when they were having a teachers day
and had made arrangements for school to be closed
for the day she had invited me to come to her house
at the same time I would have been at school.  That
would give us most of the day to have sex.  Her
husband had already gone to work.  She was waiting
for me in nothing but a dressing-gown.  By that time
I was addicted to the taste of her pussy.  This time
when I ate her pussy there was a lot of gooey stuff
already in there.  She admitted that her husband
had fucked her before he left for work.  I was
jealous that someone else was fucking her.

	From time to time when we would get together
I could tell she had been fucked, because I could
taste her husband's cum.  I actually learned to like
the added taste.  As a result of my relationship with
her I became bi-sexual.  I enjoy the best of both
worlds now.  I still seek out young girls to teach
them to eat my pussy.  It may not be that easy
anymore but I do have a couple of girls that enjoy
visiting me.



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