Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 10:11:33 EDT
From: RALFYRILEY@aol.com
Subject: Teacher Teaches!

			  A Lesson Well Learned!

    I'm a fully qualified, female primary school teacher...and have taught
for nearly twenty years now.  My story goes back to when I was training to
take up the job.  You already seemed to have been at school forever, but at
the supposedly experienced age  of eighteen you  had to go back to school
again ( they called it university...but to me it was much like school again).
This time ' school ' was supposedly...to train so that you could .....go
back to school...only this time to teach the nations youth.  It was largely a
club for middle class ' youths ' passing their time, delaying that awful day
when they'd finally have to go out to work.  Uniqely I was honestly keen to
teach.
   I'd admired a few male and female teachers while a pupil at school...I saw
it as my ' calling ' to go out to educate the nations youth....Oh the naivete
of it all.  I knew so little about the real world.  This part of my life's
education began here.
          Almost all the students on my course were very laid back..  The
blokes  spent most of their time in the bar, playing at beng men..  The girls
largely spent their time enjoying the freedom to spend their ' grants '
without a fussy parent interfering.  Most of the girls were friendly, but
almost all of them seemed to have a   ' boyfriend' obsession.  They were
easily drawing in the men in our group by flaunting themselves.  Eventually
this would involved them  spreading their legs and gasping appreciatively, in
their strenuous efforts to keep the menfolk fully interested..  It must have
been some kind of paradise for the men,  as ALL their efforts seemed to be
gratefully received.  The blokes had a wonderful time, with a ready supply of
pretty young women.  Not ALL the girls were beauty queens, but all took their
turns on the ' yeargroup turnstile.'  The girls seemed happy and content with
their lot, indeed sex was the centrepiece of much of the female conversation
in the common rooms.  ' How big' or ' How energetic'  seemed to be the widely
voiced topics.  A couple of the ' plainer' girls had thechoice of the
attractive boys, simply by their willingness to ' take it up the arse.'
MOST girls, ME included, didn't go this far though..  Shamefully I'll admit
that I joined the shallow band of ' leg spreaders' and set MY sights, like
most of the other girls,  on finding a boyfriend.. To be honest, at the time
I grew to accept the ' no- strings' sex arrangement...and enjoy it.   I'm
told I was a pretty thing back then...but it didn't really matter.  All I
needed really was situated inside my cotton panties.  As long as I was more
than willing to shed my pants and suck a cock or two, my popularity seemed
secure.  I sucked off and was screwed mechanically by four different members
of our clan in the first few months of my college life..  Looking back, the
same four blokes must have 'done' and been ' done' half the girls on our
course...And to my shame I was one of the girls who allowed herself to be
used in this way.  I felt no shame as such.  It was exciting in some ways,
but empty in others.  To keep my position in the flashy set though, I'd kneel
submissively and suck or drop my pants and spread my legs enthusiastically on
request...
    College life soon became a shallow, soulless experience..  The men didn't
really want steady girlfriends.  They wanted sex..Just sex !   Girls who
wanted to be part of this trendy ' clique,'  simply supplied the sex, with
feigned enthisiasm..  One or two couples struck up ' proper' long term
relationships..But not many..I wasn't happy with the situation., but was very
keen to keep my position in the trendy set.   I wasn't comfortable with my
new role, but decided to make the best of it.  Virtually on autopilot, I'd
pull on my winning smile before kissing, cuddling, sucking on and performing
various bedroom gymnastics with my latest bloke, in a determined effort to
keep hold of my latest prized boyfriend.  I'd squeal appreciatively, allowing
my latest bloke to regard himself as God's gift.  It seemed a small price to
pay to make sure that I'd keep my place in the ' Set.'
   There was little love or consideration in my relationships... it was
largely just a soulless, sweaty, ' mechanical' exercise.
     One night I popped along to the blokes hall to see if my fellah fancied
a drink in the college bar.  As I entered his block I overheard raucous,
laddish banter in the nearest room to the entrance. . The door had not banged
shut behind me betraying my entrance...so they were unaware of my presence...
 I knew I shouldn't have been listening in...But let's face it...Who could
have  resisted??  Familiar voices giggled, snorted and roared..What were they
talking about??  Pretty quickly I discovered that the conversational
centerpiece was their sexual conquests with the girls on our course.
     I discovered that Maria Brady was ' Like a rabbit!'  and that Paula
Baines had  ' Odd tits!'   One by one all the girls were discussed.  Familiar
voices chimed in..   Two of the men described how they'd plied her with vodka
a Denise Liffey's birthday bash.  She offered liitle resistance and
apparently she had sex with them both in the cloakroom of the pub. The blokes
listened avidly as a threesome back in Angela's  college room were was
described.   Angela was a nice, quietly spoken girl .  It was hard to believe
what they were saying....but strangely exciting to hear of her painful
initiation to anal sex.   One by one, most members of our girlie group were
intimately  discussed...eventually the conversation turned to me..  I
listened in horror as my bloke dismissed me as ' Willing enough!'  He bragged
how easy it had been to get my kit off, and what a pleasingly tight fit I'd
been.  He bragged about my keenness, and how grateful I had seemed.  He
bragged how keenly I'd wrapped my mout round his puny cock.  I could feel
myself shaking with anger...and embarrassment... as their laughter filled the
corridoor.   The conversation turned to MY bottom...  A couple of male voices
passed admiring comments about my ' neat looking arse.' .   He finished
bragging loudly that he'd ' Puncture that neat little bum hole' by Easter..(
6 weeks away )  .  I was so angry....But all I could do was slip quietly
away. I sneaked back down the corridoor and back to my own block.  I felt
angry, humiliated, disgraced...and worst of all betrayed..I cried....oh how I
cried
         Inevitably my bloke and  I had a blazing row the following day..I
was looking to pick a fight with him!  .I made no mention of what I'd
overheard,  our final row ended up being about his weekend away with the
rugby team..  Either way the row, fuelled mainly by my pent up anger,
humiliation and betrayal,... blazed on..   By lunch - time we'd agreed
mutually that that was it..  We split there and then and went our seperate
ways.  The other girls seemed rather disinterested when I told them what I'd
overheard..  I realise now that they were quite happy about the way things
were..In a matter of days my one - time friends had isolated me.   Suddenly I
was all alone...
    Just a few students seemed committed  to learning the job.  To fill my
long and lonely days I subconsciously joined the happy band of academics.(
Once known as the ' SWOTS' ) My college work was the major beneficiary of my
exile,  but the upcoming first Teaching Practice was set to be the acid
test...It certainly was for me...but not in the academic way I'd imagined...
   Myself and two of my former girl friends had been allocated a big inner
city Primary School in the nearby city, to do our four week practice in.  The
school was really too big with 500 children packed into fourteen classes.
Most of the kids were strangers to the staff.  It was very different to the
sort of Primary School that I  had been taught in.  The class I was assigned
to was a motley assortment, consisting of a considerable number  of     '
slow learners'  and the children of immigrant Far Eastern parents ,, with
little or NO English..
    Largely they were NOT slow learners.  Their problems stemmed mainly from
the fact that English was the second language used at home.  The other two
studentsseemed to have ordinary classes though....I started to worry about my
my own difficult teaching situation    I had plenty to be worried about...The
kids were ......Well... KIDS... Their English, and my ias towhether I could
survive the four weeks of my practice.  The one ' Highlight ' amidst all my
depression was Carolyn, ( Cara - from here on ) the class teacher.  Cara was
a pretty, if short, dark haired, middle aged career teacher. She had the most
striking blue eyes. accentuated by her very pale complexion.  I guessed that
she was possibly late thirties, or more likely early forties...  She had the
odd grey hair, but it didn't detract from her pretty, perfectly made up face.
One afternoon, probably of my last preparatory visit, I was sat at the back
of her class, observing her teaching methods and preparing my file for the
upcoming practice.   My eyes readily appreciated how pretty she was as well
appreciting her trim figure.  Her well shaped tits were a major plus..I
remember wishing that mine would look as good when I reached such an advanced
age.  Any weight she did carry,  was round her middle, particularly her
deliciously rounded bottom..She certainly was not vastly overweight, but I
found myself determining that her bottom was her least flattering attribute,
but alluring all the same!.  I realised all of a sudden that I was staring at
her...our eyes met ~ and I quickly reurned to my prep file...feeling a little
pink and embarrassed.
   All through those visits I was heartily impressed with Cara the
classteacher. Cara was fantastic with the kids.  She was kind, funny, easy
going and could be quite ' off the wall ' with them..  However her
teaching,discipline and work ethic were fantastic as well.  The kids adored
her, and I admired her teaching skills greatly.
    The teaching practice wasn't going to be easy but Cara was always there,
offering good advice, genuine help and a pretty, supportive, smiling face.
On the Thursday of the first week all three of us students were called to an
after school meeting with the headteacher, to assess how things were going.
Briony and Lisa had worn their special ' tight' clothes, and unfastened an
extra couple of blouse buttons, somehow ' perked' their nipples up in an
effort to impress the balding headteacher....It worked ! !  The two girls had
smiling praise lavished on them....Then the attention turned to me.
Apparently my laziness, poor discipline and poor lesson preparation was
putting me in grave danger of failure.  I thought I'd worked hard in
difficult circumstances.  I could feel myself blushing, as my eyes started to
fill with tears.  At that moment the door swished open, and in breezed  Cara
smiling brightly as ever, apologising for being late.  ' A parent came in to
see me ' was her cheery explanation.  Her eyes met mine and she immediately
sensed something was wrong.  With a suddenly uncharacteristic scowl, she
turned to the head, demanding to know ' Just What is Going On Here?'   The
head repeated his reservations about me to Cara, who just stood there shaking
her head disbelievably.  When his ' character assassination '  was over Cara
simply let fly..  She spoke bluntly, leaving the head in no doubt what she
thought of his character assessment of me.  She spoke in support of my hard
work..and accused the head of being too impressed with the other two girls
tight clothes.  She verbally laid into the head, as well as the school for
exposing an  inexperienced first year student to such a difficult situation.
I forget exactly the rest what she said...it was all a blur.  I do remember
her parting shot at the head though...asking HOW he could assess anyone's
teaching ability, when he hadn't got a clue how to teach ANYONE himself !
Silence met the end of her tongue lashing..
      Cara beckoned me out of the room reminding the stunned audience that  '
Some of us STILL  have work to do ! '  Outside in the office, in her usual
soft and reassuring voice, Cara apologised profusely about the headteacher's
assessment.  She assured me that I had all the makings of an excellent
tracher, and that NO criticism of me had come from her.  She gently placed
her hands on my trembling shoulders, softly kissed my moist forehead, and
assured me that everything would be fine tomorrow..  We said our goodnights
in the downstairs foyer, and Cara  again reassured me that she'd sort out
this ' shitty ' mess in the morning.
    I dreaded the thought of going in the foliowing day, but all appeared
calm.  In the staffroom during the morning break one or two revelations were
put my way when Cara was called in to see the head.  All the teachers were
outwardly full of praise for Cara's ability in class, but one forty - odd
year old, grey haired lady,Clare, warned me in a low voice that since Cara's
hubby walked she seems to exclusively have GIRLFRIENDS.  Clare warned that
Caras niceness was a preface to ' Getting her hands into my knickers.'   She
explained in an even lower voice that Cara was a ' Rug - Muncher,'  and that
I should be wary if she ' Tries something on.'   Claire warned me that Cara's
admiring glances at my bottom were the talk of the staffroom, and being
caught, undressed in the new deputy heads room on the school camp, had been
the scandal of the previous school year.
  Apparently the Deputy Head (Miss Downes ) had taken a temporary teaching
post in Germany for six months in order to let the dust settle.   Claire
reckoned that Cara must have been pretty frustrated at this time, and she now
looked set to try her hand at bedding a younger model...  ME !..  .  It was
news to me!   I'd never been aware of being eyed - up by my mentor.
Embarrassingly I began feeling rather disappointed that I'd failed to notice
the other teacher's interest in me.   The thought of admiring glances from
Cara was suddenly curiously exciting....How I wish I'd noticed !  As far as I
was concearned Cara had never shown the slightest sign of ' Coming on ' to me
and I dismissed the malicious revelation out of hand.   Curiously though I
felt a tingly sort of excitement pulsing through myself, every time I thought
about her  ' eying me up.'.
.  Cara didn't surface from the head's office at the end of lunch, and I
ended up taking the class single handed all afternoon.  The children were all
gone by four o'clock, but still no Cara...
  When she finally surfaced it transpired that she'd received a ' Dressing
Down' as well as an ' official 'warning for her comments defending me the
previous night.  At first she didn't look too bothered, but I knew an '
official ' warning was quite a serious punishment.    Cara went back to the
empty class.  I waited nearly an hour before she reappeared.  I felt that I
really needed to speak to her...I  ' cornered ' her in the ladies toilet.  I
really wanted to thank her for  ' sticking up '  for me in the meeting, but
her tear streaked face and red watery eyes cut me short....
   The strong,confident, bubbly, outgoing, friendly and ever cheery woman had
been crying.  She assured me that she''d got something in her eye, but her
trembling shoulders clearly showed that wasn't true.  I felt angry , guilty ,
but most of all I felt sorry for her...I offered to see her home...but she
smiled, warning me that  ' Surely you've been told about me ' and that '
People Would Talk ' if I was to leave school with me in her company.  I owned
up that one staff member had assured me that she was only being nice to me in
an effort to get into my knickers.    I don't remember why I    said it,  but
somehow I ended up telling her that I didn't regard being ' gay ' as some
form of a disease.  That seemed to cheer her a little and  Cara offered to
take me for a drink.  We were quickly on the car park...We belted up.. and we
drove away into the cool night air.  We ended up in a tiny bar, sipping peach
flavoured schnapps.  We talked about a whole host of unimportant things
between sips.  She truly was a truly lovely person, and wonderful company to
boot!.  She had made no move on me but I felt MYSELF being drawn inexorably
to her.  We stopped sipping the schnapps after a while and started drinking
it in true German style - Back in one gulp!.  Schnapps is lovely, sweet and
it sort of encourages you to drink lots of it.  It is also VERY strong.
Between slugs Cara leaned over..and slurred ' I bet it was Claire who said I
wanted you knickers off!'  I laughed, confirming her suspicion.  We giggled
and soon we were joking and singing as well ....and suddenly we were kissing
in our dark corner of the  crowded little bar.  She wasn't just kissing me, I
was kissing back  her with ALL the enthusiasm I could muster.  Our faces
parted for a moment...She looked me straight in the eye...before telling me
directlt that ' Claire was dead right you know!'  I hazily remember smiling
as our lips locked together  again.  There was no pretence this time as lips
and tongues were joined by eager fingers as our hands explored each other's
tops. .  My knickers were soaked in seconds as Cara's eager fingers suddenly
headed south, pushing hard up my skirt.  Exasperatingly, Cara stopped
suddenly...wanting to know if  what she was doing was 'all right?'...I
remember telling her that imploringly that nothing had  EVER felt SO right !
 She looked deeply into my eyes....and eased bpth hands behind me on to my
bottom.  Then the hands were up my skirtand, forcibly easing down my tights
and pants with strong fingers.  I was well aroused by then and lifted my bum
off the little chair to help...Oh yes...I wanted that woman in my knickersall
right!  With my kit at my knees she drove a finger.. then two, deeply into me
for several delicious minutes.  Our lips, tongues and occasionally teeth
clashed as our mauling and gasping intensified.  No one in the bar seemed to
notice..or care...Indeed some were doing much the same as we were..
Agonisingly she stopped..  ' We need to get out of here..Don't we?'  was her
breathy question.  I nodded,  and in a trice we were outside..furiously
flagging passing cabs.  Miraculously one stopped almost immediately,  and in
we climbed in.
  .  Once the cab had set off our bodies were locked together again.  We
kissed, probed and fumbled all the way to Cara's little flat.  Once inside we
really ' got to it,'  There was a gentle tenderness, and yet undoubted
muscular strength,  in the way she undressed me.  I truly wished that I had
got her skilled fingers but it didn't seem to matter.  I was naked and '
spread' very quickly, Cara was down to her pants and stockings.  I was
treated to cornucopia of pleasure as she kissed, lapped, sucked, fingered and
nibbled every conceivable part of my body.  Between my toes, under my arms,
down my spine were just for starters.  She  swiftly turned me on my face  was
soon enthusiastically sucking, licking, probing and nibbling all around my
crinkly back place.  In an instant, strong arms turned me onto my back and
the wonderful onslaught continued, this time deep inside my pussy and way
down.  Then I felt her semi clothed body slipping upwards.  It was hard to
believe that that woman's tongue could be stiff, soft, rough, smooth,hot and
staggeringly cold... But they were all those things...and more.   My nipples
were treated to a full dose of her magic, before finally we came face to
face.  Her whole face glistened...with a mixture of my bodily outpourings and
her own sweat.  I tasted my own sticky fluids and her shimmering perspiration
as our lips tangled again.  Soon that wonderful, stiff tongue slipped deep
back into my throat again...It seemed that she had read my mind as I was
turned onto my face yet again, allowing her magical tongue and soft,  moist
lips, deep into my bottom for a second time.   I made no protest as she
resisted my genuine attempts to  reciprocate.   I wasn't certain what I could
do...but I desperately wanted to try and give her some of the delights she'd
lavished on me. Cara's strong arms gently eased my shoulders back.  With a
glowing smile and a glistening face she begged me  just to turn myself over
and then lie back and let her ' Finish the job properly.'  I learned that
evening exactly what ' being done properly' was..I'd thought that sex with a
man could be pleasurable...But I realised Oh So clearly in that little room
just exactly what real sexual pleasure was...and it DID NOT require a male !!
 I lost so much sticky fluid between my legs in those wonderful minutes, as
it soaked my lover's face,  that it was a miracle that I wasn't dehydrated by
the morning.  I truly was 'done' that night.  Looking back it was probably
THE seminal moment in my life.
    Back at school the following day, we could barely keep our hands off each
other..  Each break that came along saw us disappearing into stock rooms,
toilets and even into the empty sick bay.   We kissed, and she once again
sucked, licked and gobbled on my every conceivable body part on that highly
charged, frenetic day.   A wonderful tingling and delicious soreness invaded
my damp body.  I truly hoped that the same sensation was pulsing through BOTH
our trembling bodies. I finally gained access to her underwear by the lunch
time of that wonderful day.
Work was just a distraction for the trest of that day as we roughly stripped,
lapped and probed each other's bodies at every conceivable opportunity.
>From that day to this I've never experienced such sexual intensity.
Strangely though at home time she refused to meet up with me at the
club....or anywhere else..
    The saddest part of this story was close at hand now...Back at school the
next day, unbelievably everything had ' cooled.'   Cara remained a ' brick '
in the classroom and was the main reason why I got good assessment marks for
the teaching practice....and passed with flying colours.  Try as I may though
I couldn't persuade her to  ' Go out for a drink again,'  - She spent the
next three weeks making excuses.  Only on my last day did she relate why
she'd  ' cold shouldered ' me.   I thought my heart would shatter when she
told me that although she thought she could, and probably DID love me, she
didn't want ME to waste my life on ' an old slapper .'  She graphically laid
out the fact that when I was thirty she'd be getting on toward sixty, and
that my soul mate was out there somewhere waiting for me...I desperatly trie
to convince her that I would love her at ANY age, but she refused to budge.
I could NOT get it through to her that I could never regard her as an ' old ~
slapper,' but all my protestations fell on deaf ears.
   I owed that beautiful woman so much....But she wouldn't be swayed and she
just cast me adrift.  Thinking about it at the time,  it truly seemed to be
an unselfish act of love...To my rosy coloured eyes.it was just the sort of
thing Cara would have done.  I left the school in floods of tears on that
last day,.. vowing that I'd seek her out when I qualified as a teacher, and
try again to persuade her to share her life with me..  I never did, I came to
realise later why Cara had let me go....  Within two weeks I was back on the
' boyfriend ' treadmill again.  Somehow though, spreading my legs, gasping
appreciatively, sucking cock and swallowing cum no longer had the same
appeal.   Sure Cara had used me...And it had been wonderful.. The painful
loss of my anal virginity to a self centred,  muscly rugby player was the
last straw!!  Cara was no longer in my life, but....She was  in my thoughts
for a long time afterwards... and her influence most certainly remained
indellibly printed on me.  Sex with another woman...even poor f/f sex..was
eminently preferable to anything a man could offer..  The truth of my sudden
fall from grace with Cara was simple. Cara's long term partner returned from
Germany few weeks later..  I saw them in the city centre one Saturday, about
six weeks later... They were a happy,  attractive looking couple....how I
envied them.. Cara HAD used me...but she'd tried hard to soften the blow when
we parted..  I couldn't bring myself to hate her..  Her partner was a tall,
attrctive bleached blonde..  She seemed about the same age as Cara, certanly
quite a bit older than me.!  From a safe distance I watched them fade into
the throng of shoppers.., arm in arm.  I was clear in my mind how I wanted my
life to pan out now,  but not nearly so clear how to achieve my new objective
 - Finding myself a like minded girl.   In the interim   I swallowed my pride
and regained my position back in the college ' Smart Set.'   I was not quite
so generous with my favours...   I now  ' used'  the men...NOT the other way
round.  No man could ever compete with Cara...although I'd drop my knickers
for the occasional bloke when I felt I needed a ' quickie' to ease my deepest
frustrations.   My life's mission became to find another
Cara....Difficult..but I tried really hard..  I found my niche in the local
gay female community..  Cara's bar proved a successful starting point.  All
my early liasons were with older women I met at the bar..  I say women
because all my early female liasons were with the older ladies.   I realise
now that my youthful looks and skinny frame acted like a magnet to many of
the older ' babes.'.. I rapidly developed a keen interest in the married
clientele of the bar.  Exciting, rewarding times lay ahead...