Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2003 06:22:23 +0000
From: Dark _deception <prez_vu@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Lesson in Lust

Comments are of course always welcome and appreciated, please email me
dark_deception2003@yahoo.com a lot of work has gone into these stories so
feedback on whether I am on the right track or not is always appreciated. If
you are offended by stories involving a teacher and a student then I
wouldn't suggest reading any further. If this thing is your kind of pie then
enjoy!


Outside the car window Sarah watched as society continued functioning
normally, society functioning like a well oiled machine as it went about on
its daily business, normality, routine, fitting in. Sarah sighed inwardly to
herself as she turned away from the car window, the site of it depressing
her deeply. But I guess it would be normal to feel like this in a new town,
an outcast not even fitting into the classification of third class citizen.
But she was determined that day, determined to make an impression on this
crappy little town or at least to make some waves here. Standing at 5'6
Sarah wasn't particularly significant for females her age, not that she let
that be her disadvantage, instead she had used it on many the occasion to
get exactly what she wanted. When she wanted. Shoulder length brown hair
framed her slim shoulders and slim physique. Her breasts weren't large but
they were full sized and certainly above average sized, she was one of the
lucky few who had a natural cleavage. An added bonus, which helped persuade
her point across to anyone she so desired.  Her face was one of pure
innocence, large doe-brown eyes with an almost genuine warmth to it, hid her
almost always ulterior dark motives. Her parents often moved around the
place a lot, her dad selling an insurance scam always keeping the family on
their toes, so she was often moved from one education facility to another,
staying for a few weeks or sometimes for more prolonged periods, until the
debt collectors caught wind of where they were situated of course. Sarah had
long ago given up on making friends, not that she considered herself to be a
friendly person though, she thought to herself bemused. Rather, one to use
people for whatever sole purpose that she wanted out of them before moving
onwards to the next victim. Her social life revolved around the Internet
where she had a few permanent friends whom she always talked to every night
on end, swapping stories of whatever mischievous things that they got up to.
Her mum slowing down the car broke her train of thought as she realised
unfortunately that her mum had arrived at the point of destination. You
briefly exchange pleasantries to her before waving goodbye to her as she
drove off down the street. Poor sod Sarah thinks to herself, she has no idea
whatsoever exactly what her daughter is like.
*RING*
The bell goes off, signifying to everybody that their perceived 'freedom'
was now officially over as everybody filed through the giant double doors of
the entrance to the highschool. Another lesson in how to function 'normally'
as discerned by society Sarah thinks to herself, picking up her bag and
walking in. God I hate school.
First class, hmmm... English... now where do I find English? The last thing
I want to do is make a fool of myself and walk into the wrong classroom
Sarah thinks to herself, I'm never doing THAT again...
Thankfully she finds her little map which seems to point in every which
direction, she manages to find the room after decoding its encrypted
directions. I mean who wrote this crap? By the time that she reaches the
class, there is no available seats there except at the very front. Oh great,
now I have to look like some kind of geek, I don't need this on my first
day. Sarah does notice the sudden hush from all the male voices in the room
as their voices suddenly turn into a whisper. No doubt that it would be
related to me, Sarah thinks to herself smiling inwardly. She sits down, not
even bothering to look around. She can also feel the familiar stare of all
the females in the room giving her evils. The room instantly turns to
silence as the teacher walks into the room.
Sarah stares at the teacher dumbstruck. She is perhaps the sexiest looking
female that she has ever seen before in her life. What stands out straight
away is the teacher's height, standing at 5'8 she towers above all the other
females, like some kind of supermodel. Especially with those long lithe
legs. Sarah gets a brief image in her head of those legs wrapped around her
head, and quickly snaps out of it. I have never had lesbian tendencies
before, how strange Sarah thinks to herself. Sure she has had many females
lusting after her, but never before has the tables been turned on her, never
before has she found a female as sexually alluring as this female. Black
leather knee high boots cover her leg up to her kneecap revealing her upper
thigh, which is barely covered by the shortest of black skirts. A tight
white button up shirt displays her ample breasts, straining against the thin
cotton, stretching it. Sarah can faintly see her bra underneath her shirt;
it is black and lacy. She gets another brief image of her taking it off with
her teeth her hands playing up and do-

"Hello class, welcome back to a brand new year! For those new here my name
is Mrs Adams. I believe we have a new student here, her name is Sarah, Sarah
say hello to everybody."

*Poof* Sarah's image disappears out of her mind in an instant as she feels
30 expectant eyes on her. Sarah turns around in your chair, suddenly
embarrassed. Her once exuberant confidence shattered by this sudden
appearance of this teacher.

"Umm... errr... He- hello" she stutters before turning back, of her face
flushed from embarrassment. Her embarrassment doesn't just stem from the
fact that she just looked like a complete idiot in front of 30 odd people,
what has really shocked her is by how horny she is feeling just at the
thought of the teacher and her. In her own little fantasy.
Mrs Adams smiles at Sarah, her perfectly aligned white teeth, flashing like
pearls in the dim light, brightening up the dull atmosphere of the
classroom, infusing it with a strange kind of sexual energy as she welcomes
Sarah to the class.  Sarah gulps, squeezing her legs together, another
bombardment of images, as she fantasises how those full lips would taste.
She is so wet at the thought of it, moving around uncomfortably in her seat
as her thong sticks to herself, wet and saturated, she can start feeling it
dribble down her thigh before gravity takes over, causing it to change route
to soak into the skirt which she is (coincidentally ^_^) sitting on. Mrs
Adam's face is one of an exquisite masterpiece, a finely sculptured nose,
those sensual full lips, those ambient green eyes, tanned olive skin and
light blonde hair, making her look like some kind of Nordic sex god.

"Okay class, lets have an open discussion about issues that may/may not
clash with our values/attitudes. Lets start on the subject of sexuality and
in particular same sex relationships."

Oh God, Sarah thinks to herself clamping her thighs together with a vice
like force, maybe if I don't look at her then gradually the images will
disappear. Maybe I should preoccupy myself Sarah thinks to herself as she
sucks at her pencil with earnest. As usual the guys in the room voice
typical irrelevant comments concerning lesbians mainly sexually deprived
masculine comments before voicing their opinions against male homosexuality.
'Yuck, I mean that's not right god made Adam and eve, not Adam and Steve, I
would never go up vegemite valley, that shit is just gross.'
The teacher calmed down the group looking around the classroom for some form
of intelligence, before settling on Sarah, such a pretty girl, very innocent
looking, such nicely sized breasts, oh how I would like to suck on them she
thought to herself. Taste her. I wonder if she is as innocent as she looks?
There she is sucking on her pencil with vigour, like it were a cock or
somebodies finger, coated with juices, I would like to test her innocence, I
wonder what she is thinking? So deeply in thought.

"Sarah, how about you? What is your views on this matter?"

Oh god, there is no god Sarah thinks to herself, cursing the almighty and
whatever descendants involving religious gods that may reside up there with
god. Okay Sarah, deep breaths, collect your thoughts, I don't know what I am
so worried about this is after all my favourite subject. Although this is an
awkward situation. Okay, look at her forehead, or a spot behind her head.

"Same sex relationships? Umm well uh.. well we live in a society that
excepts these things, when it comes to sexuality there is limitless
boundaries, I mean people study degrees on sex on its own right? But in
relation to same sex relationships I believe that it is perfectly normal.
Maybe not 'normal' as seen from a societal perspective but normal as in
natural, basically we should be in touch with our own sexuality by exploring
it and being comfortable with it. And if you're comfortable being in a same
sex relationship then that should be accepted."

Wow, where did that pile of crap come from? I shouldn't of focused on a
point on her face though, even though it was her hair, Sarah thought to
herself trying to digest the bombardment of images that just flowed through
her mind in that very moment. The deathly silence that follows is broken by
a smart arsed college jock from the back row.

"So does that mean you would try a same sex relationship? Would you try a
same sex relationship Sarah? In order to become comfortable with exactly who
you are and all." A college jock replies from the back of the class. The
whole class giggles.

"Sure, I would try a same sex relationship, I mean you don't know if your
gay unless you've tried it? Does this mean that you will be visiting
vegemite valley then??"
Sarah replies, but instead of looking at the person she was replying too,
her stare was fixed directly on Mrs Adams, that smooth supple neck. So
slender, so perfectly formed. I wonder how she tastes. From behind the room
came a splutter, no doubt from the college jock, you can just hear him
audibly grumble 'fucking lesbian, fucking I'm not going to any god damned
vegemite valley that's for sure...'
Mrs Adam stares directly at Sarah.
'So...' she thinks to herself, 'maybe you're not quite as innocent as you
look'

"Excellent point Sarah, well that concludes today's lesson class, I want you
to read pages 102-122 of your reader and give me a 500 word essay on this
topic tomorrow."

*BRRINNGGG*
Sarah sighs to herself, ah well, can't have everything, just as she picks up
her bag from the floor Mrs Adams stops her, lightly touching her arm. Small
electric shocks travel up Sarah's arm, as her breathing quickens. She looks
up at Mrs Adams, almost momentarily losing grip of reality once again.

"An excellent point in class today Sarah, how are you adapting to being new
here?"

Sarah's head is pounding as she swallows hard, carefully choosing her words
in order not to make herself look like a fool again.

"Umm its very hard at the moment. I'm finding it hard because English is not
one of my strongest subjects."

In fact English was Sarah's best subject, perhaps this was just one big
fantasy and she just wanted to see how far down the rabbit hole she can go.

"Really? Well then I can tutor you, if you want. What have you got next
class?"

Sarah felt her hear skip a beat, her legs were quivering in anticipation,
also because they were squeezed tightly together.

"Umm I have a free period til 12." This was almost surreal.

"Really? Well how about we start working on it now? I know that this room is
free til 1 and I don't have any more classes for today at all."

Sarah manages a meek "O..ooo..oooook"

Mrs Adams smiles to herself, "Excellent, well then lets get started."

Mrs Adams walks over to the door and locks it, going up to the windows and
shutting them all, nobody can get in. Nobody can get out.
"Right now, what problems do we have?" Mrs Adams says, sitting ontop of the
teachers desk, with her legs crossed. This caused her short skirt to ride up
even further, Sarah could just make out the end of her stockings where the
suspender belts took over. Another pleasurable wave swept through her.

"Well uhmm... I have problems with the structure of an essay..."
Sarahs mind racing, desperate not to make herself look like a fool.

"Well... the structure of an essay is a very RIGID structure, in that each
essay must have the basic elements that make up an essay these are the
introduction, main paragraphs and conclusion. Look at it this way.." Mrs
Adams says standing up from the desk to stand in front of Sarah

"Whenever you get dressed in the morning, you almost always wear a shirt,
skirt and shoes, bra's and underpants is of course always optional so I will
leave it out of my point." Mrs Adams says with a wink, pointing to various
parts of her body to illustrate her point. Sarah stares transfixed as Mrs
Adams points to various parts of her body, her eyes following the movement
of her hand as it points out various parts. The smooth suppleness of her
hand as it glides gracefully to each part of her body.

"Now the introduction..." Mrs Adams continues "Has many different elements
in it, but it each essay essentially has a different introduction in
relation to its problem which it is addressing. Take my top for example..."
Mrs Adams continued her chest moving slightly forward to accentuate her
point.

"My top is like the problem which you address in your introduction, it can
change, tomorrow I could wear a light pink top, the next day I could decide
to wear no top at all..." Mrs Adams says with a grin.

"But each introduction has also a RIGID structure, it must address what the
problem in the essay is and the main problems. We can compare this to the
simple routine of putting on my shirt." Mrs Adams hand moves to the top of
her shirt and begins to slowly unbutton it, one button at a time. "In order
to put on a shirt properly you must Co-ordinate the right button with the
corresponding button hole, otherwise it will look wrong. The same came be
illustrated with my pants..." Mrs Adams starts to unbutton her pants, her
shirt now fully unbuttoned revealing her black lace bra. Sarah stares at Mrs
Adams breasts, full and ripe, the light olive coloured complexion can be
seen visibly through the black lace. Mrs Adams nipples stand erect,
straining against the lace bra. Mrs Adams then begins to unbuckle her belt,
undoing her pants top button.

" I mean you can't put both legs into one pants hole can you? And you cant
put it on back to front either can you? Do you kind of understand what I am
getting at?" Mrs Adams steps out of her pants. She is only wearing her bra,
black lace panties and stockings; attached to her panties by a suspender
belt. Sarah stares transfixed, those long lithe legs, evenly tanned from the
bottom of her foot to the top, not one blemish. Sarah stares at Mrs Adams
body, it is perfectly proportioned from head to toe, drinking her in as much
as possible with her eyes. Trying to look everywhere at once.

"Ye- Yess pe-perfectly m-miss, tha-thankyou f-for illustrating y-your point
so uh ummm effectively" Sarah babbles. Her voice incoherent as she is
reduced to babbling and stuttering like a psychiatric patient with a voice
impediment.

"Do you feel threatened by my looks Sarah? Do I make you feel...
uncomfortable? I mean you yourself said in class that we should all be
comfortable with our sexuality, are you comfortable with your own? Do you
practice what you say? Or was that just to impress me?" Mrs Adams eyes fix
onto Sarah, the ambient green now looking almost reptilian, wild,
uncontrolled. Threatening.

"N-no I d-don't feel threatened by you, n-not a-at all. I d-do generally
practice w-what I say, b-but I h-have n-never been w-with a female before,
well not my teacher t-that is." Sarah manages to babble, what am I doing?
She thinks to herself. God I must look stupid. Mrs Adam looks at Sarah, her
lips curling back to a smirk.

"Excellent, then you wouldn't mind illustrating to me what I have just
taught you." Mrs Adam says looking at her with a smile.

"Uhh ummm Ok..." Sarah replies with a large gulp, she unsteadily gets up out
of her chair, her legs still trembling from being clasped together for the
past hour. Standing before the teacher she begins to repeat what the teacher
said earlier. Mrs Adams sits on the edge of the desk, watching Sarah from a
distance.
"uhmm.. each introduction has a RIGID structure, it must address what the
problem in the essay is and the main problems. We can compare this to the
simple routine of putting on my shirt or putting on a pair of pants..."
Sarah says slowly stripping for the teacher in front of her. Dancing slowly
and sexily as she removes each item of clothing, watching Mrs Adam for any
reaction. Mrs Adams remains motionless except for a thoughtful nod every now
and then as if she agreed with what she saw. Like she was grading some kind
of speech in front of a class.

"It could even be said... that the simple routine of putting on a bra and
underpants can be related to this. Do you agree Mrs Adams?"  Sarah says,
slipping out of her bra and thong. Sarah stands in front of the teacher
fully naked. Her nipples are already hard as she stands there with her hands
on her hips. Her shaven pussy glistening in the light from the world of her
deepest fantasy's involving Mrs Adams.

"I concur Sarah, very good, you learn rather quickly" Mrs Adams eyes flicker
briefly to Sarah's naked form, then quickly back to her face

"Now I want you to illustrate what you have just taught you on...me. But
without the use of your hands, only your mouth and your tongue." Mrs Adams
says stepping off the edge of the table lightly to stand in front of Sarah
with one hand on her hip, her head cocked slightly to look at Sarah with
interest.

"Wha- how can I remove your br-" Sarah rebukes.

"English is all about adaptability, if you are given a text in an exam which
you must analyse and write an essay about, you have to know how to adapt.
Obviously this is a situation that you have never had to deal with before. I
am teaching you how to deal with these situations. You do want to learn
don't you?" Mrs Adams looks at her again, those green reptilian eyes
flashing dangerously.

"Ye-yes miss." Sarah says taking a step towards Mrs Adams, her hands behind
her back.  She stand behind Mrs Adams to analyse the situation. She motions
Mrs Adams to sit down on a stool and begins. Using just her tongue and lips,
Sarah traces a line down Mrs Adams neck, following the contour of her
shoulder as she nibbles and licks. She notices Mrs Adams breathing deepen as
she continues. Nibbling. Absorbing her sweet scent of perfume as she enjoys
the taste of her skin. She reaches the edge of her bra strap on her shoulder
and extracts it from her shoulder with her teeth, making sure her teeth
doesn't bring a chunk of her shoulder with it. She does the same to the
other bra strap, licking and sucking along the way, enjoying the smooth
contours of her skin, its smoothness running along her tongue like baileys
on ice. Mrs Adams lets out a groan, barely audible as she feels Sarah's
teeth graze along her upper shoulders, taking in large bites of her back,
trying to taste her as much as possible. Mrs Adams enjoyment only fires
Sarah up more, her pussy still wet as a trail dribbles out from between her
lips and down her leg. Mrs Adams sees the little trail, meandering its way
down Sarah's thigh out of the corner of her eye. Her hand reaching out
behind her, stopping the little trail in its tracks with her finger before
bringing it back to her lips, sucking on it in ecstasy. A louder groan
escaping her lips. Sarah's thighs tremble in anticipation. Her mind
bombarding her with images combined with the external stimuli making her
giddy and light-headed. She removes Mrs Adams bra-strap with difficulty,
freeing her breasts from its restraints as it fly's forwards, to end up
still clinging precariously onto her breasts. Like a climber to a rock face.
Sarah moves to the front of Mrs Adams, kneeling in front of her, in between
her legs so that her face is at the same level as Mrs Adam's breasts.
Sarah's eyes lock onto Mrs Adam's as she removes the loose bra with her
tongue, dropping it at her feet like a dog would returning a stick to its
owner. Sarah's eye remain locked onto Mrs Adams as she begins to lick at her
breasts, her tongue laving at her nipples as her lips suckle at her breast.
Mrs Adam's head moves forward her eye's locked onto hers, a gaze of
predatory want evident in her eyes as her hand flutters to the back of
Sarah's head. Her fingers running through her hair as Sarah continues to
suck harder until Mrs Adam's hands clutch at the back of her head, her
groans giving away her want. Satisfied, Sarah moves down further to Mrs
Adams pussy, Mrs Adams is wearing lacy black panties, the smell of sex
strong here as Sarah inhales the perfume of it. The smell intoxicating.
Sarah begins to lick through the thin lace panties, not even bothering to
remove them. The taste of Mrs Adams seeping through the cotton thin material
of her panties only to be greedily lapped up by Sarah's constantly
flickering tongue. Mrs Adams hands flutter to the back of Sarah's head her
moans now barely containable as her breathing increases. Sarah moves aside
the thin cotton panty using her lips and tongue and drives her tongue deeply
into Mrs Adams pussy, the taste tingling her tastebuds as she drives deeper
and deeper, her tongue exploring the hidden steamy tunnels of her pussy.
"Oh my.... Goooooo-" Mrs Adams voice is cut off as her body is racked by
another orgasm, her whole body spasming and bucking to Sarah's wild tongue.
Waves of pleasure sweeping through her body until she collapses, supporting
her body weight with her arms on Sarah's shoulders.
Sarah gets up from in between Mrs Adams legs, wiping her mouth and sucking
on her finger, the taste of Mrs Adams now only a faint taste in her mouth.

"So... Mrs Adams did I pass?"  Sarah asks with a grin.

"Very good Sarah, I can see you excelling in this subject, but now it is
time for the teacher to show the student a few tricks of the trade." Mrs
Adams replies standing up and walking over to Sarah.

"Lets see if you can adapt..." Mrs Adams whispers into Sarah's ear, walking
behind her to reach for something in her suitcase. Pulling out a huge 15
inch dildo. Sarah's eyes almost pop out of her sockets. It looked like
somebody's missing leg or something. Its thickness was the scariest part, at
least three fingers thick this thing was designed for one purpose.
Impalement.

"Bend over" Mrs Adams ordered, bending Sarah over the desk as Mrs Adams
knelt down, licking Sarah's shaven pussy from the front to the back. Licking
her with the whole of her tongue as Sarah could feel ripples of pleasure run
through her body, emanating from her pussy to the tips of her fingers. She
could feel the oncoming signs of an orgasm, muscles contracting wildly,
breathing deepening as the pleasure became unbearable, loud audible groans
as she was getting pushed to the brink of an orgasm only for Mrs Adams to
stop, then resume again. Playing along that edge, bringing her to the brink
then bringing her back, repeating this until Sarah was begging for it, the
pleasure getting unbearable. All of a sudden Sarah felt the 15 inch dildo
slide into her, she was so wet that it slid in the whole 15 inches in one
go, her pussy eagerly eating it up, as Mrs Adams rammed it, again and again.
Sarah could feel it as it smashed against her cervix, finally bringing her
over the edge as her whole body was swamped by an orgasm so intense that her
whole body not only tingled from it, but shook. The kind of orgasm where it
felt like the universe was exploding within her body.
"mmm uh.. uh... ah... aaahhhh..... come on baby come on.
yesyesyesyesyESYESYESYEEEEESSSSssss!" her whole body shook from the orgasm
to her core as Mrs Adams continued to push, triggering another orgasm after
orgasm after orgasm.
Sarah lay paralytic ontop of the desk, her whole body couldn't move as the
pleasure still tingled through it, she realised that she was holding her
breath and exhaled with a big breath. Her knees were jelly and wouldn't
respond to any movement for a minute or two. Eventually she managed to coax
her limbs to support her weight, only then she stood using the back of the
desk to support her weight. Standing  on legs of jelly she faced an
exuberant Mrs Adams, grinning from ear to ear.

"So did I pass?" Sarah questions the teacher with a smile.

"With flying colours" Mrs Adams replies with a grin.

"Same time next week?" Sarah queries.

"Of course. It would be my.... Pleasure" Mrs Adams replies, her green eyes
twinkling in the bright fluorescent light.