Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2007 16:49:48 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Kindie Teacher

This story is a story of lesbian sex between two women of
different ages, one being just slightly under 21

It's intended to be read by adults so if you're under age
please leave now.

I'm always pleased to receive your comments so my address
is Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au.

Just yesterday afternoon as I'd met my son coming out of
school I met his new teacher. Miss Forster had apparently
only just completed her teacher training and had been
rushed to this school to take the place of an older lady
teacher who had gone on extended sick leave. I'd met the
former teacher, Miss Nelson, when I'd first brought my
son Jason to this school for his first day and he'd
seemed to get along with her quite well for the few days
that she'd taught him.

But, Miss Forster is a different kettle of fish
altogether, very attractive, and much taller than I am.
She's a "blonde", I rather like her appearance which is
unusual for me. Ordinarily as you know I like women with
black hair and olive complexions but I think I'm about to
make a change in direction. What is even more interesting
is that she's one of those women who are continually
touching you. During the course of our conversation she'd
continually touched my hand and brushed her hand or arm
against mine and despite my liking for darker women I
could feel something like a sexual attraction happening
here.

As we'd walked toward the school gate her hand had been
linked in mine and being quite close our hips had
occasionally bumped together. Don't know if it had
stirred her up but her hip rolling against mine was quite
a sensuous feeling. She'd said perhaps we should get
together one afternoon so we could discuss Jason's
progress and she'd tell me how she thought she should
move him along but I told her that it could be difficult
because I'd just found myself a part time job in a motel
so although I could get away early a couple of days in
the week on the other days my older son would have to
pick Jason up. OK she said, now how about I come over to
your place one evening and we can discuss it then.

Sounded like a wonderful idea to me because as with most
mothers I was anxious to make sure Jason was happy in
school especially when you think that he's going to spend
the next twelve years there. Then if there was to be
university it could be another four years on top of that.
That was what spurred me on to make the offer of dinner
the next evening. I could get Robert my eldest son to
take care of Jason while we discussed some kind of plan.

When she arrived for dinner the next evening it was warm
so I'd planned to have dinner in the garden inside an
insect screen, Jason would be having something with his
big brother at one of the caf‚'s in town. I know what
you're thinking that I'd got rid of them so that Margo,
Miss Forster, and I could be alone but frankly nothing
like that had crossed my mind. In fact, a young child is
rather a nuisance when you want to talk about something
serious so getting rid of him for a while was sound
planning.

Margo has rather a slim figure so I'd gambled on her
liking salad and perhaps some lightly grilled fish. My
guess was quite good and I'd grilled some barramundi, a
local fish. I understand that it's both a fresh and salt
water fish, the man at the fish market had advised me
that salt water fish was best so I'd taken his advice.

Dinner was about ready to be served when Margo arrived so
after having served her with a cold glass of wine we sat
at the table in the garden to eat. Without meaning to be
nosey I'd asked her a little about her past, her teacher
training etc, and she was quite forthcoming with some
details that made me think a little. Some of her
conversation caught my attention in her continued mention
of "girl friends". Did she mean what I hoped she meant
that perhaps she'd had some lesbian experiences or were
those girls just friends? It wasn't certain but perhaps
as the evening progressed she'd let something else out
that may confirm my conclusion that she was definitely
"into girls".

Frankly, the confirmation that I was hoping for seemed to
be about to be revealed but she'd said "you don't want to
know about that" but I certainly did want to know.
Neither of us was dressed to pick up another woman if you
know what I mean although for me just to wear something
loose was practically obligatory in this climate so I'd
just put on a blouse and skirt. The blouse was one of
those light ones that most of the women wear around here
but I hadn't thought about it when I pulled it out of the
wardrobe, the lace of my bra would show through it.

Margo was wearing slacks, a light grey pair of flared
slacks that hid her shoes. It was only when she crossed
her legs that I saw that she was wearing strappy white
high heel sandals. She looked lovely without looking
sexy. But I've digressed, we're supposed to be talking
about Jason. After we'd finished eating and she'd
finished another glass of wine I cleared all the rubbish
off the table and she sat me down along side her so that
I could see the diagrammatical plans she'd drawn up for
Jason's education or at least for the remainder of the
year. She was pointing across the plan and as she reached
to the top on my side I could see her breast or at least
the swelling of her breast quite clearly. Further, as
she'd reached toward the bottom on my side her breast had
rubbed against my forearm and the softness of it had
started to make me quiver a little. Seeing the look on my
face she knew instantly what was happening to me, it
brought a smile to her face too.

Margo asked me if I was cold and would I like to go
inside but I said no it was quite pleasant outside.
However, to give myself a little time to calm myself I
took her glass and went inside to refill it from the
bottle in the refrigerator. Damn, as I went to open the
refrigerator I almost dropped the bottle because I was
aware that my nipples were now showing through my blouse.
As I went to set it down on the table I was so nervous
that I almost spilled it and Margo had to reach out to
stop the glass from toppling over. The touch of her hand
was quite firm and I think it lasted longer than I really
thought necessary but nevertheless it was quite a nice
touch and I sort of hoped that she wouldn't take it away
too soon.

She held on to it for a little while as she asked me if I
was OK and I guess I blushed as she held on to it for
that extended time. Eventually she held it to her lips
and said "I'm a bit worried about you, are you sure
you're OK"? That kiss on my hand started the tingle that
so often happens to me when I feel that another woman is
interested in me and I guess she felt the little tremble
that ran through me.

But, back to the diagram and when she pointed to
something at the top on the left hand side I had to
stretch across to see more clearly what she was pointing
at. As I stood to get an even better look my breast
rubbed very nicely against her shoulder and she'd turned
toward me and smiled. Was it because of the motion of my
breast against her shoulder or was she just being polite?
I couldn't guess but she put her arm around me and asked
me again if I was cold. I wasn't really but I liked the
feel of her arm around my shoulders so I turned as though
to move away from the table but that meant that we were
stood face to face and very close together. Damn, I
couldn't resist, I kissed her full on the mouth and
although I was expecting a smack on the face or some
other form of protest she just put her arms around me and
responded to the kiss.

We stood like that for what seem like forever but in fact
it was probably no more than a few seconds but when we
pulled apart I had an anxious look on my face as though
I'd over stepped the mark. I was the first to recover but
when she took my hands in hers she had a shy smile on her
face. Did I read her right or had a made a giant mistake
in presuming her lesbianism?

She'd said "Mattie, I didn't mean to press my lesbianism
on you, are you OK with it?" Was I OK with it? What a
question to ask me, a confirmed lesbian, all I could do
was pull her to me and kiss her again but with more
feeling this time. It had been quite a while since I'd
had any kind of a lesbian adventure so that meeting Margo
could possibly be described as fortuitous and I wasn't
going to miss out on the opportunity to have another girl
under me on the bed.

I took her inside away from prying eyes and towards the
back of the house where, if the kids came home too soon,
we'd be able to dress in privacy. All of this was of
course a giant presumption on my part but she acquiesced
to my pulling her along behind me. When we went into my
bedroom I had to blush because there were clothes on the
bed, some were what I'd got out to try on to meet her in
and others were the soiled clothes that I'd taken off
when I changed before dinner.

Oh my, she'd said, just the same as my bedroom and the
shared laughter helped to lighten the mood. I'd adopted
the stance of the dominant woman and moved her back
toward the bed sitting her down on the very edge before
kneeling before her. I reached up to her and brought her
face down to mine so that I could kiss her again but this
time there would be no more being the nice demure woman.
There was the kind of kiss that I shared with women over
whom I'd tried to exercise some control. That was a
direct assault on them, not violently of course, but with
determination letting them know that I knew what I wanted
and had every intention of getting it.

Finishing the kiss I moved my hands to the rear of her
waist and unfastened the clip on the waistband of her
pants and urging her to move her bottom a little I pulled
them down from under her bottom. Not the usual kind of
panties that I liked my lover to wear but that would come
later, first I wanted to have her pussy in my mouth,
that's along with the other parts of her anatomy that
would be of interest to me. I moved her from the edge of
the bed and got her to lay her head on the pillow. I
didn't kiss her again just yet but boldly unfastened her
blouse and bra exposing her pretty breasts. Fortunately
for me, her bra, like mine, opened at the front so I'd
had no trouble getting my first view of her breasts and
nipples.

Unlike lots of other lesbians apparently I wasn't a big
"tit" woman, the most important part of a woman's breast
to me were her nipples and Margo's were just perfect in
my view. I went down on them while I was squatting over
her so that I had her hands trapped by her sides by
keeping my legs close to her torso. That gave me full
access to her breasts and I moved to kiss them paying
close attention to that part of the breast that pleases
me. I love it when my lover kisses and licks me right on
the outside perimeter of my breast close against my
armpit. The sensation when my lover kisses me there is
phenomenal and I feel as though I'm about to burst. So,
if it has the same effect on Margo I want to pursue the
feelings it should give her. Moving frequently from her
left breast and it's surrounds to her right breast and
leaving lots of my saliva on those pretty spots I move
further down to her belly and leaving more of my saliva
there and in her belly button I eventually arrived at her
pussy. Lots of fluid was showing on her panties but that
was where I left her temporarily. I stood and moved to a
position in front of the mirror and started to slowly
unfasten my blouse and bra. On completion of that task
I'd turned a little to let her see the side view of my
naked breasts although I knew full well that she'd seen
me unfasten myself in the mirror. As I showed her my
breasts I lifted them and ran my fingers underneath where
they join my rib cage, that's an action that's bound to
make me feel even more aroused. Having stripped off the
top I turned away from her again and I unfastened the
waist band of my skirt and then I bent to lower my skirt
to the floor so she had a full view of my bottom and to
my delight I heard her give a little gasp and then when
the panties went she muttered to herself something that I
didn't fully catch but it sounded as though she'd fallen
in love with my bottom and it's curvaceous shape.

I might say that whilst I'd been undressing I'd noticed
her picking up the panties that I'd worn earlier and was
holding them to her nose and taking deep breaths. Now
that the tease had been completed I turned and showed her
my pussy. I'd adopted one of the stances that other women
had used with me, one that made me tingle all over as I
saw their naked pussy. Standing with my feet wide apart,
so she'd had an unrestricted view, I'd shown her my naked
pussy, absolutely free of any hair at all, not even a
whisker to be seen. Before I'd strolled across to the bed
I'd stroked my pussy and slid my finger inside closing my
eyes and letting out a little ooh! Climbing on to the bed
I'd straddled her again but this time whilst still having
her hands and arms trapped against her sides I'd moved so
that my breasts were floating above her mouth. With one
hand I'd prised her lips apart and dropped one of my
nipples in her mouth. It had been my intention to tell
her to take me in her mouth and suck my nipple but she
didn't need any instructions but I got a little complaint
when I removed the right one from her mouth. The
complaint stuck in her throat when I dropped the left one
inside her mouth for her to suckle instead.

This time instead of just leaving it to her to suck me I
thrust it as far as I could into her mouth and being the
naughty girl she is she opened her mouth to it's fullest
extent and sucked as much as she could inside rotating
her tongue around it as best she could. But I didn't
linger there too long. I took my nipples and let them
hover over her nipples with them just touching and then,
with a little movement of my shoulders I moved my nipples
so that they stroked hers as I moved a little to the left
and then when I moved them back a little to the right. I
could feel her nipples getting even harder and rising to
the occasion, mine were increasing in size at a rapid
rate and were getting so hard that I thought they'd
burst. Again I didn't linger there, dragging my nipples
down as far as her rib cage before I lowered myself so
that they again were dragging on her flesh before being
engaged in her belly button.

Dragging my nipples backward and forward across her belly
and into the buttonhole was sending little signals to my
brain to tell me that if I didn't get on to it soon I'd
have an orgasm right there and then. I'd presumed that
these activities would have proved to be too much for her
but I had to admit that I was in no better condition than
she was. My nipples were tingling as though they'd been
in a freezer and had just been removed and now they were
defrosting and the blood was starting to flow again.

Eventually as you may have guessed I reached her pussy,
such a pretty thing and I dropped my nipple inside it. It
needed me to pull her lips apart so I could get it in but
my fingers soon dealt with that obstacle and she seemed
very delighted to find it being pushed inside her like a
little penis and I was delighted to find that it was
being coated with her milky substance. After a quick
change of nipples and complete with audible gasps as I
withdrew one to replace it with the other I withdrew both
of them and crawling back up her body smearing her own
`cum" on her belly and breasts. I opened her mouth with
my fingers again and this time dropped "cum covered"
nipples in turn in her mouth. That seemed to be a
masterstroke as she launched her body clear of the bed
and with a moan that only just escaped her mouth she
flopped back on the mattress fully satiated. As she fell
back she released my nipple and I fell back alongside her
pulling on my nipples like crazy.

I have to tell you that she was probably the most
receptive woman that I've been with in a long time and
the way she'd sucked my nipples had been like a greedy
child. Holding one of them, in turn, between her fingers
she'd proceeded to suck like a baby satisfying itself on
its mothers breast.

It was getting close to the time when my two sons would
return so it was time to finish her off completely, don't
think that the pleasure was all one way of course,
because in finishing her off I'd be more than satisfying
myself. I pulled her straight on the mattress and lifting
her bottom I slipped a couple of pillows under her bottom
and that thrust her pussy skyward. There was so much
fluid around it that it shone in the light like a
searchlight and without radar I dropped down on her. My
tongue slipped into her obscenely wet pussy without any
resistance at all and in fact it's a good job her pussy
wasn't any wider or perhaps I may have fallen in.
Goodness, I really enjoyed the taste of her fluids
coating my tongue and it was all I could do to make sure
that none escaped so as my tongue was lapping at her I
flattened it out and tried to push her juices back inside
her again. Have no idea why it just seemed like a good
idea. I've never been one to rhapsodise over the taste of
another woman's "cum" but hers was exceptional, something
like vanilla or perhaps strawberry, very nice taste that
kept me there longer than I would have done under
ordinary circumstances.

As you've realised by now, I've lost my concentration and
I'm forgetting that I have another woman to please so
gathering my wits about me I returned to the task at
hand. Her delicious pussy was practically pouring her
juices out of it so I dedicated my self to nourishing
myself with it. I felt her hands on my shoulders so
looked up at her and she was indicating that she wanted
something different and I didn't immediately know what
she wanted. However, she told me she wanted to 69 me and
pushing me off her she guided me onto the mattress and
settled herself over me. My first view was of her naked
bottom as she spread her legs for me and I could have
sworn that it was smiling at me. But, I wasn't the one
smiling as she showed me just how good she was, her
tongue, unlike mine, was quite rough and having it
stroked up and down my clit was sensational and I knew
that once again I'd met my master in one of these young
women who seem to know so much about pleasing older
women. Or, if they didn't know about pleasing older women
they certainly knew how to please me.

Whilst my tongue was working on her clit and pussy I
found I couldn't concentrate as her skills over powered
me leaving me gasping at her soft and rough alternating
touches. Now she moved her head away from my pussy and
casually as though talking to one of her school kids she
said now I'm the teacher and I'm going to give you a
thorough lesson in how it's done. Whilst she'd had her
mouth away from my pussy I'd lifted myself up trying to
retain the pressure but obviously very skilled and, to my
surprise, experienced she proceeded to make me cry out
with desire to be fucked even more. Slipping her fingers
deep inside me and letting her tongue glide up and down
my lips she proceeded to drive me to distraction and when
I did eventually "cum" I must have just about filled her
mouth to it's full capacity.

My body was still throbbing after several minutes and she
continued to clean me up occasionally letting her tongue
touch my clit making more little shivers run up and down
my spine. Lifting her self off my pussy she turned around
and lay alongside me, one hand tugging at my nipples and
her lips giving me little kisses. Her other hand was
underneath me with the tips of her fingers touching my
anus and as they circled around me she asked me, with a
beguiling smile, if I'd like to "go" again. Frankly, just
at this time I couldn't answer my breathing was heavy and
speaking would have prevented me from breathing. Taking
my silence as agreement she moved her finger into my anus
pushing it in as far as she could and the other hand left
my breast and moved down to my pussy but instead of
entering me she just touched me and then took it away. As
I moved to follow it she smiled at her success in teasing
me and kept it from me until I must have put half a metre
between me and the mattress when she plunged her finger
straight into me asking me if I liked what she was doing
to me and of course I couldn't answer, I was too busy
trying to breath. She got the picture though as I tried
to wriggle her finger further inside my bottom but if I
applied downward weight trying to drive her finger in I
lost contact with her other hand that was tormenting my
pussy.

Now I was the one being tormented and she was the one
really enjoying herself tormenting me until such time as
I'd said "please, for fuck sake, finish me off". That may
have been a mistake because both of my apertures were
immediately filled with her hand. My bottom with probably
two fingers and my pussy with what I guessed was her
clenched fist. What ever she'd given me, I'd had a
belated lesson from a kindergarten schoolteacher.

We took a couple of minutes to rest or at least I did,
she stood there at the side of the bed resplendent in all
her nakedness and just at that moment I could have knelt
in front of her and kissed her feet for the moments of
joy she'd just given me.

As I stood I started to make my way towards the shower
but she held me back and she dressed me in her panties
and then my own skirt and blouse and then she pulled my
panties on before clothing herself in the remainder of
the clothes she'd worn when she arrived. Once dressed
we'd gone downstairs out into the garden again where
she'd had more wine before kissing me despite my
complaints that someone might see us. However, she kissed
me again and I thought it was obvious that I'd bitten off
more than I could chew with this girl. Having her as my
son's teacher could be either a blessing as I would see
her on a fairly regular basis or else she could torment
me just by being there when the kids came out and whilst
I could see her I couldn't have her.

Waiting for the kids to come home was a bit of a torment
because just sitting so close to her was agony. When she
asked me what time the bus was due and I'd told her about
ten or so minutes she got down on her knees and pushing
me against the table she'd kissed my pussy and sucked all
the juice out of her panties that you will recall I was
wearing and when I had another `cum" she stood and said
that will do for now, but we will do it again sometime
soon won't we? How could I answer that when my mouth was
wide open still trying to catch my breath?

Time will tell but I'm hoping that we get to see much
more of each other!!!