Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2005 11:17:15 +0000
From: r walsh <rjw148@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Accident Ch 8

This is Chapter 8 of my story.   Thank you to everybody who has written to 
say how much they enjoyed it, it does mean a lot to know that you are 
appreciated.   I had many moments of sexual excitement whilst I wrote this 
and if it caused that then I hope it did for you too.   Please spare a 
moment to write and tell me if it did.


Chapter 8


How on earth did I get myself into this situation?   Me, a supposedly 
sensible mature teacher who should know better.   I could understand it if 
it had been some of my sex mad teenage pupils.

I had got myself sexually involved with two women.   Mother and daughter, 
and I was fairly sure that they atttracted me just about equally.   Marie, 
with her young and sexy outlook, and fresh young body, really should be all 
I needed but then along came Beth, her highly erotic and often insatiable 
Mother.

There was no way I wanted to lose either of them.   Each time I thought of 
it, a strangling fear welled up in my throat and I got a fit of the shivers. 
   Marie had gone from being a relatively inexperienced girl to being a very 
sensual and accomplished lover since the first time we had slept together 
whilst Beth was a hungry lesbian with her own ways of making love that quite 
honestly left me gasping for breath.   Her motto seemed to be anytime 
anywhere, much to my consternation.   It was most off putting to have the 
woman's hand slip up my skirt at the most inappropriate moments.   If I 
remonstrated with her she would just shrug, grin and pretend to smell her 
moistened fingers with a devilish glint in her eyes.

During lessons in class I found myself day dreaming about each of them in 
turn.   Passing a young girl in the street would often bring on memories of 
Marie locked in my arms and panting through a heaving orgasm that always 
seemed to surprise her with its frantic intensity.   But then an image of 
Beth would leap into my brain and I would relive the last time she had had 
me.   I could do nothing to stop her or the feelings I had for her and her 
daughter.

Being in bed with the older woman was unbelievable.   The skills she had to 
arouse me and then bring to a muscle crunching orgasm again and again were 
out of this world.   I loved it!   And so did she I could tell.

I tried talking to Beth about my feelings thinking she would have a more 
sensible approach to the matter.   The small slim woman smiled at me.

"What are you worrying about Sarah.   You've the best of all the worlds - a 
young enthusiastic nympho and me, a dirty old Lez who wants nothing more 
than to get into your knickers any time I can" she chuckled.  "Perhaps we 
could fix up a threesome between us all" she added.

My blood ran cold!   Beth was talking about her own daughter.   How could 
any woman think of such a thing with her own child.

"Marie's your daughter!" I protested, shocked to the core at the idea.

"It's okay" she soothed when she saw my evident revulsion.   "I was only 
joking" she added quickly though I was unsure of her sincerity on the 
subject.

The thought of the pair of them committing incest was far too much for me.   
The two of them might be relaxed with each other but the idea revolted me.   
The suggestion gave me a massive jolt.

"I suppose I will just have to make do with Val's description of our dear 
little Marie" Beth grinned.

"You mean .... Val and Marie?" I spluttered.

"Two nights ago" Beth nodded.   "Val was quite impressed.   From her 
description it seems you must be one hell of a teacher"

"I don't know how you can sit there and say things like that" I said.

"Oh don't be a prig Sarah.  You get your kicks out of both of us so why 
shouldn't Marie have her share as well.   She's a healthy, very sexy girl 
after all".

I was so upset by Beth's revelation that going to bed with her that night 
had been out of the question.   I was numb and all my sex drive, so strong 
these days, seemed to disappear, vapourise into a cold claminess between my, 
until then, heated thighs.

Something had to be done.   There was no way i could keep on seeing these 
two women.   It was degrading to be with either of them.   Better I was 
alone than mixed up with people prepared to accept what they appeared to 
prepared to do.

I telephoned Marie the next day and tried to explain that I was unhappy with 
the situation.   I could hear her weeping softly over the phone which tore 
at my heart, but I was determined.

I said goodbye to her, breaking off our relationship even though it was 
breaking my heart to do it.   I could have gone on with her but the 
knowledge that she was going with Val and no doubt would eventually be 
seduced (if she hadn't been already) by Beth strengthened my resolve.

Beth, I didn't bother with, after all she had Val to console her.

For two weeks I dived into my work and stayed at home watching TV in the 
evenings.   My rampant sex drive stayed dormant thank goodness apart from 
one small incident when I watched the lesbian programme "The L Word" on 
Cable TV.   The sight of two very attractive girls rolling about naked on a 
bed sent my temperature soaring like a rocket for a while.   How could it be 
so simple for some women but not me?

Tender loving kisses being exchanged on the screen and then the undressing 
of the young pretty actress had me churning with desire.   I was dressed in 
silk pyjamas at the time and the pressure of my searching fingers in the 
cleft of my wet vulva triggered a climax that shook me to the core.

I  wanted, no needed, a woman.   I was lonely and getting frustrated.

At work one of the other women teachers seemed to sense that I was fretting. 
   She offered to listen if I had a problem but there was no way I was going 
to confess my preferences to her.   She was fortyish, starting to grey and 
had enormous matronly busoms that I am sure would have engulfed any lover 
silly enough to get involved with her.   I suspected that she was a secret 
lesbian but I had my limits.

I was walking out of the local library late one afternoon when a familiar 
female figure approached across the car park.   The flying blonde hair and 
willowy outline could only be one person - Jenny.

For a moment I contemplated turning and fleeing to avoid having to speak to 
her.   In the end I decided to brazen it out.

"How lovely to see you" she smiled warmly.

Memories flooded back of our previous meetings and what we had been doing 
with each other brought a flush to my face.

"I see you still blush as prettily" she said.   "I seem to remember that I 
liked making you do that".

All the old feelings were back.   The tight stiffness in my nipples, the 
weakness in my knees and that glorious heat inside my knickers.   
Desperately I fought to hide my feelings from her but I think she guessed.

She was dressed in a form hugging dress that outlined the wonderful curves 
of her well remembered body.   Her breasts looked better than ever with 
their half hidden nipples showing tantalisingly through the material.   I 
was sure she was wearing a bra but the tenseness was quite apparent.

"Where's Marie? she asked.   I shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"Didn't last eh?" Jenny sympathised.   "That's the trouble with youngsters - 
unpredictable and flighty".

"It didn't work out" I said lamely.   I was not prepared to tell the exact 
reasons for the split.

"She must be mad to let you get away" Jenny  murmurred softly.   "I know I 
kicked myself for ages".

"I didn't treat you very well did I?" I muttered.

"No but I understand when you had the chance to get  together with that 
delightful lass.   I am very sorry for my stupid behaviour though".

"She's not so delightful" I grimaced.   She raised her eyebrows and I was 
pleased she didn't delve any deeper.

"You must come round for supper" Jenny said.   "How about tomorrow?"

I hesitated momentarily, not sure if I wanted to get mixed up with this 
beauty again.   Then that familiar need began burning deep inside me again 
and I found myself accepting.   Her face lit up brightly and I knew I was 
right.

"I promise to be gentle" she whispered with a mischevious grin.

That evening I could not read my library books for thinking about Jenny and 
the peculiar twist of fate that had brought us together again.   Suddenly I 
realised that I wanted her physically in a way that had my organs steadily 
swimming and tingling with excitement.   I was wet and ready.   If she had 
been there at that moment I would have naked and begging in no time.

My libido was back and healthy again.   That wonderful suspense filled 
tension that something glorious was about to happen pulsed through my veins 
and stimulated the glands that controlled the flow of dampness between my 
legs.   I wanted a woman - I wanted sex.

In the bath I scrubbed and pampered myself until I glowed with barely 
suppressed joyousness.   A sense of destiny filled me with longing, so much 
so that I found myself willing away the hours till our meeting.   All the 
old thrills were coming back.

Carefully I selected my clothing for our meeting, a matching set of undies 
that I had bought weeks before and never worn and a plain white silken 
blouse and skirt combination.   Seduction outfit if ever I saw one ran 
through my mind.

Groomed and feeing very attractive I drove to her smallish house on the edge 
of the town.   It was daylight and I could take in the view of the lake 
behind the houses.

Jenny met me at the door and drew me inside.   She was wearing a very short 
mini skirt that showed off the perfect length of her shapely legs and a 
sleeveless top.   Her long blonde hair was loose and hung down to her 
shoulders.

"Salmon salad okay for you?" she asked as she poured a generous glass of 
wine.  I nodded and took the seat she indicated.

"There is something about you that's new.   You're far more confident than 
you used to be" she said, setting her wine glass down.   "When we first met 
you were scared out of your wits at anything I did.   Look at you now - 
calm, relaxed and positively glowing.   You look so good I could eat you all 
up".

"Perhaps it's because I know what I like - and what I want now" I answered.

"I'm pleased about that" Jenny smiled.  "In spite of all that has happened I 
think a lot of you and you deserve it".

"And what about you?" I asked.   "Is there nobody in your life at present?"

Jenny shook her head, a little dismally I thought.

"Oh there was one lass I got friendly with a couple of weeks ago but it 
didn't work out at all.   Not like we did.  I was such a bloody fool when 
you and I were together."

I ate silently not trusting myself to respond to Jenny's words.   I knew 
given half a chance she and I would rekindle the affair we had had and even 
now I wasn't at all sure that would be a good thing.

"Do you remember the first time I kissed you?" she asked sipping her wine.

"In the car park of the pub" I replied.   "I was scared stiff, afraid of the 
feelings that swamped me".

"But you enjoyed it didn't you?"   I nodded quietly.

"Now, that was excellent!" she exclaimed.    "No blush that time" she said 
brightly.

A tightness gripped my chest, the tips of my breasts reacting in a way I 
didn't want them to.   She knew only too well what made me tick.   I fought 
down the rising need that was building in me.   If I allowed it, Jenny would 
have me again this night.

For long moments her steady gaze locked with mine.   There was an unspoken 
question in her eyes.   A question she did not really have to ask.

"Please stay with me tonight" she murmurred softly.   Her hand reached to me 
and closed over mine where it lay on the table.   The uncontrolable flush 
crept up over my cheeks.

Visions of her nakedness leapt through my brain each one getting more and 
more vivid than the last.

There was no way I could refuse her and she knew it.   Our food was finished 
and she took my hand and led me out of the dining room and into the dimly 
lit lounge.   Her arms closing around me brought the shakes to my legs even 
though I was getting more used to this situation.

"You look better each time I see you" she breathed.

The buttons on my blouse came unfastened as if by magic as her hand passed 
over them.   She dropped her eyes to the cleavage exposed and then leaned in 
to press her lips to the valley of white flesh.   I took a deep breath and 
shook with suppressed excitement.

"You've got me shaking again" I admitted, my voice trembling.

"That's you not me" Jenny smiled.   "I only turn the switches, you control 
the feelings".

"Well I like the feelings and what you are doing right now".

My breasts were out of my bra cups with the rigid nipples exposed to her 
fingers.   Pins and needles trembled up and down my spine in wave after 
wave.   I rested my weak hands on the swell of her hips.   It was nice to 
feel the familiar warmth of her well remembered body.

As if to prompt me she shifted her weight on her legs, bringing the gentle 
curve of her belly into contact with mine.   Very slowly I smoothed down and 
around the lush outline of her pelvis until I was cupping the taut roundness 
of her buttocks.   They clenched hard and a puff of expelled air from her 
lips fanned across my cheek.

"You always could get me randy" she breathed.

I tried to laugh lightly but the noise came out as a gentle helpless moan.   
My opened blouse fell from my shoulders and then the clasp of my bra 
miraculously came unfastened, allowing my flesh to fill her gentle palms.

"You have no idea how many times I have longed to hold you like this" she 
breathed.   "Night after night I have dreamt about it".

My hands, seemingly of their own will, were dragging the hem of her skirt 
higher, exposing the panty covered curves of her rounded buttocks.   Nylon 
was under my fingers now with hot female flesh pliantly giving and moving.

"Take them off for me" she purred near to my ear.   "I want you to touch me 
like you used to".

Bare skin greeted my fingertips and then the rich hot moisture that I was 
expecting to find.   Her hips rolled and the gap between her thighs grew 
wider letting my hand seek the part of her that we both wanted to be 
caressed.

"Oh my God" she gasped.   Her head came forward and her face and lips 
pressed to the expanse of my busom.   I gasped this time as my nipple, so 
highly sensitive, was bathed by her tongue.

"Come to bed with me".   It was almost a begging whisper.

We left our discarded items of clothing where they had fallen and climbed 
the stairs with our arms tightly holding each other.

It was only moments and I was nude and thrilling to the kisses and strokings 
that I remembered so well.   Much against my will I was coming so quickly 
that it scared me.   I wanted to make it last, spin it out, relish the 
gorgeous sensualness that Jenny was building in me but my brain was too fast 
for me.

My orgasm crashed through me and sent me spiralling into a writhing twisting 
mass of nerve endings.   It wouldn't stop either.   No sooner was one ending 
than another was starting.   In the throes I held onto her head and guided 
her though she was so expert she didn't really need it.

I was sweating and totally breathless when I eventually came down to earth.  
        My legs were splayed as wide apart as they could go  and my sex was 
soaking and I felt brilliant.

"Bloody hell Sarah" she panted.   "That was astonishing.   How on earth did 
I ever think of letting you get away from me?"

I smoothed my hand along the blonde haired widely spaced labia of her slit 
and leant in and kissed her there with all the love and feeling I could 
muster.   Her intimate aroma filled my nostrils with the sexual perfume that 
I had missed for so long.