Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:24:27 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Kindie Teacher 2

This is part two of the continuing story of my
involvement with the Kindie Teacher.
Of course, it's centred on lesbianism with explicit sex
between an older woman and a recently qualified teacher.
If this is the kind of story that you're not supposed to
be reading now is the time to leave.
I hope that readers enjoy the story and that should they
feel the desire to contact me I would be pleased to enter
into an exchange of e-mails with them.
My address is erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au.
Enjoy.


Yesterday evening Margo Forster had come over to my place
to talk about my younger sons schooling. Not an awful lot
had been discussed because finding that Margo is a
lesbian I'd gone out of my way to seduce her and did so
quite successfully that is until she showed me who's
really the "boss". Whilst I'd given her something to
think about at the start it soon became obvious that she
would dictate what happened next. Consequently, I'd been
shown what a thoroughly masterful person she is and I
certainly didn't regret taking a lesson from her. I'd
gone to bed much happier than I had in quite a while but
it would have been so much nicer if she'd gone to bed
with me but that wasn't to be.

I was nervous about meeting her outside the school the
following day and when she walked across the school yard
with the kids in her class, including my Jason I felt a
little flutter inside me. As she approached she gave me a
gorgeous smile that let me know that yesterday evening
had been a very pleasant evening for her too. Seeing me
there waiting Jason had started to play with one or two
of the other kids leaving Margo and I to chat. Her
boldness took me by surprise in that she took my hand and
whispered under her breath that she wanted me undressed
again just as soon as possible. Quickly she told me that
she was taking me to the movies that evening, the local
cinema was showing something with Halle Berry in it and
Halle was or is one of Margo's favourites, she's also one
of mine too. The number of times I've dreamed about being
in bed with Halle are too many to count and I know that
if she knew how I lusted after her she'd dash straight to
my side or at least that's how my dream goes.

I didn't quite know how to reply because she told me not
in the form of a request but rather in the form of an
order. Before she let me go to collect Jason she told me
that I should wear a loose skirt but didn't tell me why,
I found out why later that evening.
It always seems to me that when another woman tells me
what to wear she's developed more than a little interest
in me so I didn't have any problems in complying with her
order.

She was to pick me up at about 7 o'clock and that would
give us time for coffee before we entered the cinema. I'd
dressed in the kind of skirt that she told me to wear and
a little blouse that was not too revealing but it was a
little tight and accordingly showed off my breasts, not
that I have much to show. After yesterday evening I was
still nervous but Margo soon put me at ease. Her easy
style of chatter soon had me chuckling along with her and
so by the time we made a move to take our seats I was
almost completely relaxed with her.

We bought tickets in what we call the dress circle, a
little more expensive than the stalls but probably
quieter. As we walked to the top of the stairs she took
my hand squeezing it confidently and maybe her intention
was to put me further at ease. She didn't look for a seat
anywhere but in the back row where sometimes there are
double seats that are usually taken by courting couples
but this seat was certainly would not filled by a
courting couple, it would be filled by a couple of women.
The cinema was quite empty being a weekday evening so
nobody had taken any notice of us sitting there. We'd
bought chocolate on the way in and I took it out of my
handbag ready to break it up in pieces for us to munch on
during the film but Margo reached over saying we won't
need that just yet.

The usual trailers for next weeks show came on and then a
news reel and during the course of the introduction she'd
put her arm around my shoulders pulling me to her and
being in a double seat without an armrest between us we
were sat hip to hip. I felt really comfortable sat like
that as my shoulder was resting against hers with me a
little sideways so that she could slip her other arm
around my waist. When the main feature started she pulled
me to her a little closer and the first kiss of the
evening came, just a little peck on the cheek and then a
short interval before the next one came. Both were
received with thanks, they were lovely and felt just like
a continuation of last night with her showing her
assertiveness.

A little while passed before the next one and surely she
just have known that after those two leading kisses I
would be looking forward to more of the same. The
following kiss was aimed at my lips with her lips just
meeting mine at the corner and I tried to meet her with
my tongue, they barely touched. Comfortable she'd asked
me? Yes, very I'd replied turning a little further to
meet her more face to face than previously and expecting
another kiss on my lips, nothing too dramatic you
understand, just another of those little pecks would have
been sufficient but her tongue navigated it's way around
my mouth leaving her spittle on my lips. I licked it off
so she could see me do it and when her lips met mine
again her hand sneaked under my blouse and started to
stroke my belly with her fingertips just inside the
waistband of my skirt with them pointing, if at a
distance, toward my pussy.

She kept me waiting for the next kiss, it must have been
quite a few minutes before it came and when it did I
responded with my tongue for her to lick and suck. Whilst
we were engaged in this kiss her right hand had moved to
the band of my bra and I could feel her finger moving
over the strap and fastener before just touching the
flesh. I'm sure she heard me whimper at the touch of her
finger on my bare flesh, not with surprise but with
delight, I wanted more from her. Her kisses deepened so
that my mouth was forced to open further for her and
whilst I was giving her better access her hand had move
quite lightly across the band on to my bare chest with
the tips of her fingers now inside the cup of my bra and
moving ever so slowly toward my nipple.

When it did reach my nipple I let out a little gasp, more
an intake of breath as she eventually touched it with her
finger tip and moving her mouth to my ear she'd told me
that she was going to have me later and where didn't
matter, just that she would have me. With that I turned
almost fully to her looking straight into her eyes and
then I let my eyes close inviting her to kiss me
properly. Properly, oh my goodness, yes she did kiss me
properly levering my mouth open with her fingers and
collecting my saliva on them and as she continued the
kiss she spread my saliva across that part of my breast
that she could reach.

Uttering an expletive, she'd grasped the clip on the
front of my bra. I thought she was going to tear it open.
I wouldn't have complained if she had but she didn't,
controlling herself she managed to open it and throw the
cups of my bra open. One button on my blouse was still
fastened so that she almost tore my blouse but she
controlled herself and unfastened that last button and
then she threw my bra and blouse as far open as she
could.

I was in a funny position, I don't mean the way I was
seated, I was both exhilarated with what was happening to
me and at the same time scared to death in case someone
was in the cinema that knew me. However, with her hand
squeezing my nipples and her tongue running around my
eyelids and then down my nose and back to my lips I was
hardly in a state to complain. Her hand was skimming
across my nipples just grazing them and each time she
moved across them it felt almost as though she'd applied
a vacuum pump to them, they felt as though they were
about to burst. Kissing and feeling me was getting too
much for me and I'd almost asked her if we could go when
she removed her hand from my breasts, much to my regret,
but immediately slid is under my skirt. I could see now
why she'd wanted me to wear a flared skirt, it gave her
better access to my thighs. Oh, why don't I tell the
truth, it gave her better access to my pussy especially
as I opened my legs for her and with the amount of
moisture and the kind of panties I wear her index finger
slid straight into my pussy.

I didn't jump, I slid lower so that I could get as much
of it inside me as possible. I know my eyes were closed
but she blew on my eyelids and when I opened them her
face was immediately in front of me smiling at me making
those kissing shapes with her mouth just clear of mine so
that I wasn't getting any contact with them. It was
patently obvious to her that I was completely aroused and
then whatever she'd wanted she could have taken. Her
finger was moving ever so slowly inside my pussy but it
didn't cause me any grief, even I could smell the juices
emanating from me. I must have moaned because her smile
had become wider and with it she gave me another finger.
Again, moving so slowly that I was verging on the brink
of begging her to fuck me.

Her hand slid even further in me but she eventually told
me to lift my bottom so she could remove my panties. She
slid the band slowly down to the swelling of my hips and
kissed me and then she slid them down to a space level
with my crotch and kissed me again and then, yes, then
she slid them clear of my hips altogether. The final
stage was to draw them down to my feet and remove them
altogether. She held them to her nose after she'd removed
them and took a deep breath and then held them to her
mouth so she could lick the crotch. The taste of the
crotch seemed to almost overpower her and she did it
again until I suspect she'd licked all the fluid from
them.

Returning her hand underneath me she'd extended her wet
index finger until it touched my anal ring and because of
its wetness and my receptiveness it slid straight in.
Meanwhile, her thumb, which wasn't wet at this time,
entered my pussy and now I was engaged in both of my
orifices rising from the one in my bottom and at the same
time my motion was pressing her thumb in my pussy. So,
here I was, almost sat on the very edge of the seat
rising to meet her thumb and sinking down again to take
her finger in my bottom. She told me to move to the very
edge of the seat and when I did she removed her finger
from my bottom and inserted her hand in my pussy. Oh
dear, could I take all of her hand? Without moving her
hand the effort was all left to me and when I opened my
eyes again the smile had left her face and had been
replaced by one of utter concentration as she regulated
the speed and depth of her right hand inside me.

She kissed me as she moved her hand to the maximum stroke
and her tongue was inside my mouth but taking it away she
spoke to me, unfortunately I had no idea what she'd said
but she pulled her fingers out of me and bunching up my
soiled panties she pushed them inside my pussy telling me
that it was the safest place to carry them as we left.
The movie hadn't finished but I hadn't seen any of it
anyway so I was quite happy to leave.

We walked down to the waterfront and finding a quiet spot
she leaned me against the rail putting her hand
immediately back on my breast. She had no trouble in
gaining access to them because she'd only just pulled my
blouse across my breasts as we'd left the cinema. With my
lower belly against the rail and no light in the
immediate vicinity she groped my breasts far harder than
I would have ordinarily liked but I couldn't stop her,
the sensation was just too nice. In the meantime she'd
lifted her skirt to expose her panties and when she
lifted mine too we were stood there with two sensuous
apertures in close contact. Thrusting herself at me and
grasping at my breasts I was fast losing control of
myself and I was whispering to her "fuck me Magda, please
fuck me". Her response was to move against me and squeeze
my breasts even harder until with a wonderful shudder I
had my final orgasm of the evening.

Turning me around to face her and reaching under my skirt
to remove my scrunched up panties from my pussy she threw
them on the ground and ordered me down on my knees.
Kneeling on the soiled panties I moved close to her pussy
and her hands pulled me even closer until I was almost
suffocating with my nose almost inside her. Telling me
not to waste time she told me that she needed to `cum"
and she needed it quick. I tried my very best to oblige
her as quickly as I could and it didn't take very long to
make her spray me with her thick creamy "cum". Oh, what a
delight to find that delicious fluid on my face and lips.
She only gave me a short while to clean her up and then
she pulled me to my feet. I'd hoped that she let me give
her more of my tongue and my lips on and in her pussy and
on her clit but apparently she was satisfied.

She drove me home and I'd hoped to invite her inside but
she just said goodnight and drove away. How could she do
that to me? I was very disappointed that the evening had
finished that way but there was nothing I could do about
it.

The following day when I went to pick Jason up from
school another teacher brought the kids to the school
gate and when I asked for Miss Forster I was told that
she'd left suddenly. There were all kinds of rumours
flying around the other mothers, some of them not very
nice and goodness I hoped I hadn't been part of the
reason for her to have left. Perhaps my short affair with
her had been lucky for me in that there was never any
mention of my involvement with her.

Just thinking about her made me smile a little and if the
other mothers had known why I was smiling I'm sure a
number of them would have been quite jealous such was her
popularity she'd established in a short time.

Of course, the only people who knew why she'd left were
the principal and Margo herself and we would have no
chance of speaking to Margo again and frankly I didn't
expect the principal to speak of it so the secret
remained a secret. Mind you, our secret was something
that I was more than happy to keep to myself.