Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 20:50:01 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Tia's Lesson

    "Hey, how much longer do we have to go??" Dora Farris was definitely
tiring.

    "Why'nt you just call your limo," came a perky New York voice behind
her.  "Have 'em pick you up!"

    Dora looked back at the smirking little brown-skinned girl. Tia. Her
nemesis.  "Shut up, Tia. Alright?"

    "You want me to shut up?" Tia began quickening her pace. She was now a
few feet behind little stuck-up whiteass ballerina girl Dora. "You want me
to shut up?  Huh??"

    "Now come on, girls. We're almost there." Felicia Baron, their school
counselor, glanced back at her two combative charges. As she climbed the
steep trail, she continued, "this is an important place for both of you and
I want you there in one piece." The younger one, Tia, the little Hispanic
firecracker, caught her eye. Felicia winked lightly, smiled, and turned,
climbing on. Behind her little Tia grinned to herself, melting.

    Tia would behave, Felicia thought, if only for her. She thought back to
that evening when brash little Tia had come stomping in to her apartment.
She was arrogant, bossy, disobedient, and one of the most exotically
gorgeous little imps Felicia had ever laid eyes on.

    The knocking was loud, insistent, and as soon as Felicia opened the
door, the dark little girl marched right in. She stopped in the middle of
the living room and literally spun around to face her curious host. Felicia
noted that the girl's choppy, black pixie cut was somewhat mussed, and that
her huge dark eyes were flashing with an anger that was made a bit
ridiculous by the fact that she was all of maybe 4'5", and wore a Miffy
tanktop and a tiny pair of red shorts that were tight enough to clearly
outline her quite prominent pubic mound. Felicia was intrigued, and heard
the little hellion out:

    "Are you da one in charge of who gets what roommate here?" A ringing
tone of command in a ten-year-old voice.

    Felicia stood at the door with her arms folded. "First. Young ladies do
not come marching into someone's house without asking, and second --"

    "I ain't no 'young lady'.'"

    The teacher smiled and slowly closed the door. She turned again to the
defiant girl. "Second, they don't interrupt." She walked towards the girl
with her hands behind her back. "And third, they at least introduce
themselves." She held out a hand.  "I'm Miss Baron." The girl raised an
eyebrow and looked at the offered hand.  "I am the dormitory monitor and,
yes, I am the one in charge."

    The girl continued, leaving Felicia's hand hanging. "Then you can tell
me why the FUCK I have to -- "

    "Whoa, whoa, whoa," the teacher cut in. The offered hand now grabbed a
thin tan shoulder. "No one uses that kind of language in my house."

    The girl's eyes flashed, and she jerked away from Felicia's hand. "Fuck
you, you can't tell me what to do."

    Now Felicia, a gym teacher and a full foot and a half taller than the
little intruder, grabbed both shoulders and held on. Hard. "You listen to
me, you little imp.  I CAN and I WILL tell you what to do, and I'm telling
you not to use that kind of language. Alright?" The girl just stared
sullenly. "Good. Now. What. . .is. .  .your. .  .name??"

    The little imp's eyes flashed again, but with a hint of fear this time
as she looked into the steely green eyes of this unexpectedly hard
lady. She felt the lady's strong fingers dig into her shoulders. "You're
hurting me. . .bitch," she almost whispered the last, but it was enough.

    Felicia scooped the girl up by her thin waist and carried her, yelling,
towards the couch. "That is IT, you. It's time somebody taught you some
manners." She sat down heavily, slinging the girl across her lap.

    "What the fuck dju doing?! What the --- "

    WHACK!  Felicia's hand came down hard on the girl's little bubble butt.
"I don't want to hear one more word from you, young lady." With one swift,
hard yank, she pulled the girl's shorts down and off. WHACK! on the girl's
bare bronze cheeks.

    "OWW!!" An outraged yelp. The girl's hand came around to shield her
upturned bottom, and the woman grabbed it and held it.  "Dju can't do that,
you fucking --- "

    WHACK!! Harder. Felicia leaned in to the struggling tomboy's flushed,
tan face. "You keep yakkin', I'll keep whackin'." And another WHACK! came
stinging down on the little girl's quivering, darkening butt.

    "Okay!" The girl's voice had a slight tremor. "Okay. Please." Felicia
saw a small tear well in the girl's dark eye.

    "Please, huh?" Her hand rested on the girl's bare ass. She felt the
warm cheeks contract. "So. You going to answer my question?"

    The girl's pretty face turned. "What? What the fuck --" WHACK! "Oww!!
No, okay, okay!" Now she was weeping openly.

    Felicia again caressed the trembling, tender cheeks. "Well?"

    The girl wept in small gasps. "Wh-what? Please, I don't know. . . I'm
s--sorry," she murmured through her tears.

    "It's alright, little one." One of Felicia's long fingers now eased its
way lightly between the girl's sensitive bottom cheeks. "I just want to
know your name."  The very tip of her finger rested gently on the girl's
humid, even hot, tiny asshole.  The girl was very still.

    "Tia." The voice was tiny. The finger slid slowly, lightly, down the
warm track of the little girl's crack, fitting itself softly, snugly into
her tight but surprisingly wet little slit.

    "What, honey?" Felicia leaned in, her questing finger gently squishing
lengthwise along the slick furrow of little Tia's pussy. The girl's bottom
squeezed together, then opened again, pushing out.

    "Tia," she breathed. "Tia, my name is. . .ooh. Tia. Wh--what are you
doing to me, Miss?"

    "Tia. Such a pretty name." Felicia could feel the girl's smooth pussy
getting even wetter. "Does this feel good, little Tia?"

    "Mm-hmm. . .ohhh, Miss." Tia's athletic little bottom started to hump
Felicia's hand. Her muffled little voice in the couch cushion, "Ohh,
Miss. .  .wh--why are you doing this to me?"

    Felicia loved watching young Tia approach what was most likely her very
first orgasm. "I want to make you feel good, little one," she whispered. "I
want to be your friend." Abruptly, her hand stopped.

    "Ohh?" Tia's face came up. She was very excited, but somewhat
apprehensive, too. She didn't know WHAT this beautiful but crazy wonderful
white lady would do next.  "What? What?"

    "If you promise to be good, I'll make you feel really, REALLY good." A
wiggle of the finger. Tia gasped. You promise?"

    The little girl was stunned at the awesome feelings the lady was making
her feel. She nodded. "Si. I promise."

    "Good." Felicia leaned down to kiss Tia's bottom, then helped the girl
up to her feet by the couch. Standing there naked but for the tiny tank
top, Tia looked so young and vulnerable. She had a dazed look, and there
was a slick sheen coating her inner thighs. Her pubic mound, now somewhat
rosy, was even more puffy in the buff, and the slit that divided it was
pink and deep. Felicia swallowed hungrily, and, holding the girl's waist,
sat her on the edge of the couch.

    "And now, alley-oop!" and she scooted Tia's butt to the very edge and
lifted her legs up, up. Then she moved the little legs apart. "There, can
you hold them open really wide?" Tia dutifully did so, spreading her
flexible little self apart so wide that her tight little pussy lips parted
as well.

    Felicia was pleased. "Oh, Tia, that is so great. You do that so well!"
And was touched at the answering blush that spread over the girl's entire
upper body.

    Now the woman knelt on the floor before the spread-open little Tia.
"Ready?"

The girl nodded, eager but a bit scared. "It's okay, honey, I'm not going
to hurt you any more. This is going to feel great. I promise." She watched
Tia bite her thick lower lip.

    Keeping her eyes on Tia, she lowered her face to the girl's pussy and
touched her lips to Tia's. Then she opened her mouth and covered the girl's
entire sex. Inside her mouth, she slowly moved her tongue against the
tender lips. Tia let out a small squeak and her mouth opened. Felicia's
tongue began sliding flatly along the slick little channel of Tia's pussy
lips, tasting the little-girl, tangy, somewhat spicy essence.

    Tia's head went back and she began moaning softly, a kind of cooing.
Her little butt was already tightening, moving up and back to meet the
wonderful mouth.  Felicia brought her finger to Tia's dark brown little
asshole, and began circling the tiny wrinkled ring. The girl's copious
juices had already flowed down her bottom crack, and Felicia oiled the
finger into Tia's anus. Immediately, Tia began to come.  Her little body
began to shake, and Felicia could feel the walls of the girl's delectable
cunty spasming. Her tiny, shaky, New York Spanish voice kept crying, "Ohh
God, oh FUCK, Oh God! Dios Mio! Oh Fuck!!" And then her trembling legs came
down, her feet hit the couch, and her thin body raised itself, little back
bowed in cum spasm, as Felicia cupped the little butt cheeks in her hand, a
finger now deep inside Tia's asshole, and licked and sucked the girl into
unconsciousness.