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...