PART 1 in the ' encunters ' section.
Teacher Teaches II. Into my mid thirties now, rather saddened..muddled and alone since John finally gave up trying to understand my tangled lifestyle. We were never married but lived outwardly as a happily married couple. To be fair John deserved better.. He was loyal, devoted, good fun as well as tall and attractive.. My problem was that I still yearned deep within for a close female companion. My student affair with an older woman had printed an indelible picture on my psyche. John had turned a ' blind eye' to my 'nights out with the girls.'. I never told him the nature of my nights out.. He readily accepted I'd be staying over at Sonias...or something like it..But I realise now that former friends or workmates must have passed on sightings of me in the clubs and hotels of the town.. He must have realised that my circle of girl friends were indeed occasional bed mates as well. They were never serious lovers.. NO long term relationships developed from that circle..I think you'd call it ' Bi Curious' nowadays. It was an exciting, exclusive club to most of the girls..who like me had a partner, or husband at home. For me though it wasn't curiosity.. To me it was a very neccessary ' safety - valve' mechanism.. It was in effect my girlie fix .. ' on - tap.'
Paul asked no searching questions though..and seemed happy. I enjoyed my nights out and the freedom that he afforded me.
That lesbian encounter with the older primary school teacher haunted me though.. My thoughts often drifted back to my time spent with the lovely Cara.. Sadly they always seemed to be the happiest times.. I wanted a home, nice things, a car and kids.. Moving in with John those five years back seemed to have been the right move..but bedtimes were always such a diappointment.. despite John's caring efforts. For a year and a few months we tried hard to be ' happy,' but then the cracks slowly began to widen. We ended up living virtually seperate lives, so splitting up became an inevitability.
There were NO kids, so seperating was easy. A lonely, loveless life seemed to beckon though. I ached for the touch of someone, and I was becoming desperate.. I'd never had a full time woman companion... Sexually my life was a meaningless grapple, in some remote spot..with a similarly ' wrongly adjusted' older lady engaging in the usual ' one night stand.' Generous meals...fancy clubs.. taxi fares..expensive presents all fell my way, as my ' friends' bought my friendship. . My hard act made me seem so tough throughout the ' split' but it gave people the wrong impression.. Inside I was so sad.. and oh so lonely.. All I seemed to do was teach, and mark books at home, grapple a couple of friends at the wekends and fitfully sleep. After school, one March evening, the Head called me into her office informing me that I was to have a student, Amy, with me, starting in June. The Head then proceeded to tell me that the student was a ' Disaster Area,' having done badly on her previous two Teaching Practices. Poor Amy was in danger of failing,and not qualifying as a teacher. It turned out that the girls mother had been a college friend of my boss, and between them they had got Amy into my school for her final T.P. As one of the most experienced teachers, I was given the job of ensuring that my boss' friends daughter did not fail, and for that, my boss promised her eternal gratitude.
She somehow had gained an inKling of my sexual leanings ( Her tone of voice and twinkling eyes hinted so anyway! ) ..and gave me knowing smile as she passed me Amy's file. It sounded oh so clear that Amy was a lost cause, it looked like I'd got my work cut out all right! The photograph on the first page of the file looked promising though! I found myself flicking the file open on a number of occasions over the weeked, to look at Amy's pretty face. Her photograph made her look about fourteen, pretty, fresh faced, flat chested and incredibly young. As I gazed at the tiny photograph of Amy Cavanagh I found my mind wandering back to MY student days...and Cara. I read on, and discovered that Amy was in fact nearly twenty two.. Wow! began mentally undressing the girl as I waited keenly for her arrival...
I rose early on the Monday morning, the day of Amy's first school visit. I was excited about the the thought of finally seeing her in the flesh, but ready for the disappointment of her not living up to that tiny photograph! At eleven o'clock the Head brought her up to my classroom and introduced her to me. and the children as Miss Cavanagh who would soon be working with them. I was transfixed.. Amy lived up to her photograph - and more!! She looked about fiftteen, and was a bit over five feet tall, with neat, shortish dark hair. She looked as if her mother had dressed her that morning - what with her tweed skirt, Marks and Spencer cardigan and chunky black tights.
I was looking way beyond her clothes however, and began to feel a certain stirring in my pants. She had a tiny, but perfectly formed frame, with small, pert breasts,and a tight little bottom to die for!! ( Like mine was once! )
I knew then I had to have her, but in all my short girl / girl history I had been the pursued, could I cut it as the pursuer? Thankfully circumstances presented me with a dream scenario. Amy worked hard in her preparatory work for her T.P.and I enjoyed the chance to get close to her. I persuaded her not to wear tweed skirts and M & S cardigans to school, but although this change in her dress sense pleased me, she still looked rather too young...And delightfully helpless at times! . Her Teaching Practice began on the 9th of June, the day the Heavens smiled on me!! My class, much to my shame, behaved dreadfully.. Amy had real problems controlling them! . Perhaps I should have gone in, but all her credibility with the class would have disappeared if I did, and so I waited till home time to offer my help. I searched high and low for her until eventually I found, crying loudly in the deserted ladies room.. I put my arms around her as she sobbed uncontrollably. I gently whispered a comforting word in her ear, secretly enjoying her fragrance as she trembled in my arms.
She told me of her terrible day, between sobs, and that she didn't want to disgrace her mother (a head teacher in Newcastle) by failing. EVIL thoughts rushed into my head as I lifted her sobbing chin so that our eyes met. Then I asked her the big question.. Straight out I asked her 'Just how badly do you want to pass?'
Her answer was all I'd hoped and dreamt of...."I''d do ......anything....." she sobbed. I saw my chance ... and pulled her tear streaked face between my stiffening breasts, offering such kindly words of comfort, while gently tracing the line cof her bra on her back..
I waited a moment to let her blubbing subside a little, marvelling at the fragrance of her hair, indeed of her as my fingers now gently sqeezed her shoulders. Her shaking had almost ceased when I gently, but confidently cupped her breasts in my trembling hands, asking in my mist serious tone if she knew what "anything" might entail? The frightened yet confused look in her eyes, confirmed her acceptance of the situation as my fervent fingers sought out those hard little nipples. As I squeezed them for the very first time...quite roughly..she nodded "Yes." ..' I Think So..' I realised it was now or never, so I set to work. I raised her chin again but this time as our eyes met I kissed her full on the mouth. A soft protest was stifled as my tongue thrust deep into her mouth. For a few moments she stiffened in my arms, but she softened as my hand began to stroke her bottom. Reluctantly I pulled my lips from hers, but as I pulled away Amy re attatched herself to MY lips, thrusting her own tongue deep into my own mouth. Amy was participating...I could feel my heart pounding in my chest...but I realised that it was NOT the time to hesitate..
My hands set to work hoisting up Amy's skirt so I could finally enjoy the feel of that firm young ass. It felt wonderful, but I was struggling to get my thumbs under her tights and pants.. ' Soddit!' I thought as I wrestled her underwear. Amy sensed my frustration and stepped back, put her hands behind her head, telling me breathily that ' It's O.K... Let ME help!' and invited me to get to it. I knelt in front and pushed my nose into her soft, wooly little thatch as it deliciously was uncovered. I breathed in deeply, sniffing the intoxicating scent from that beautifully soft, gently glistening little brown triangle. The unbelievable aroma of sex, fabric conditioner and a hint of pee permeated through the light blue fabric of her chain store knickers.. They held other aromas, a little sweat, a little detergent and a stronger smell yet ..as my nose pushed harder against the fabric she sighed...almost longingly. I burrowed on hard in the quest for her rapidly moistening slot. As I rubbed her pussy through her underwear I suddenly became aware of just how wet she had become. I looked up to see her head rolling and mouth moaning, with her hands still behind her head... Prim and proper Miss was enjoying it! I called her name but Amy was elsewhere!!! Taking my chance, I whipped her tights and pants right down to her ankles, with Amy helping by kicking he size two shoes off, followed by her discarded underwear. I led her inside the toilet cubicle and clicked the door lock to "engaged." As I turned, the sight of Amy sat on the toilet, legs apart, skirt riding up almost made me come on the spot. I gathered myself quickly and I heard my teachers voice telling her firmly to "Get the rest off..." To my joy she smiled, stood and complied, unzipping her skirt, letting it fall at the side of the toilet bowl. At last her pussy was fully in view, and what a turn on it was with just a light covering of downy, soft browny, blonde hair. I pushed her back onto the toilet spreading her legs as I did so. I plunged my face into that girlish bush with abandon, kissing, licking and sucking furiously. I could have feasted there forever. My sucking and slurping, and Amy's moaning were getting a way too loud however.., ' Someone might hear !' she bleated., With great reluctance I pulled my tongue out of the the hot little slot in her wonderful, intimate .triangle. My stiff, sticky tongue made a low "pop"as I pulled it out. Teacher's voice took over again telling Amy to put her stuff back on ...and her coat. Looking innocent, if a bit sweaty and wind blown. we prepared to leave the ladies room. Sneakily I swooped onto the toilet floor and slipped Amy's little pants into the pocket on my skirt.. With that we slipped out of school and onto the car park.
In a blur we drove away, I needed to get somewhere quickly so that I could get my mouth back round her pussy lips again, and my tongue back into her. The taste of her on my lips and tongue was more than I could cope with even as. I drove us to a motel, several miles away. There I rented a room ' For me and my daughter!' We MUST have looked suspicious with NO luggage .. NO anything..but I was past caring, and by now Mega Horny! I firmly led her into the little room... We were both shaking.. No going back now though... and her coat and skirt were off in seconds. I wasn't going to give her time for any second thoughts..... Her pussy had dried a little, and her downy hairs were a little matted but my tongue soon had things as they were. As I ate her immature lips I started to unbutton her blouse and soon I had moved up her body to kiss between her little breasts wetting the fabric of her bra as my tongue ground in. I felt some resistance as I began to undo her bra, but with persistence, it eventually fell limp. As I went forward to pull away the empty bra, a small, trembling hand stopped me ."You won't laugh?" whined Amy..with eyes wide. . ' You'll see that I'm flat!'. .she snuffled. ' Everybody laughs at them!' I smiled but I still whipped the tiny bra away. At that moment a number of tissues and some cotton wool fell from inside the cups. Even her tiny breasts were false.. Beauty like no other I'd seen. Before me, lying on that tiny motel bed was Amy, her face reddening and eyes filling with tears.. She folornly folded her arms across herself, begging me to stop. Teacher's comforting voice took over here as I put my head on her chin, telling her that everything was fine. Eventually, as Amy's reolve began to fade, her arms weakened...and fell slightly to her sides. I now finally had access to those oh so tiny tits.. Amy was twenty-two, but had a body less developed than some of the eleven year olds that I taught....and it totally turned me on. I sucked noisily at her flat bumps and immature pink nipples.. I was well gone by now though, and I came - over and over in waves of unbelievable pleasure. Her little tits must have been red raw by the time I'd finished gobbling, sucking and biting them. They did swell a little but their gorgeous smallness and flavour remained,,, exquisitely... Eventually I headed south, wondering if the fragrant aroma rising from between her slim legs would have an equally inviting taste. She was very wet down there...obviously enjoying my strident efforts. !!! Her bony hips and hard bottom bucked in perfect rhythm as I buried my finger and eventually my stiff tongue deeply into her sopping, still rock tight pussy. just as Cara had once done to me. Amy's enthusiasm, plus her noisy responses told me all I needed to know..as SHE came repeatedly...God it felt good ! For a second time that afternoon, a hand stopped my burrowing.. Only this time the hand slipped gently across my face...and began to undo MY blouse. The little hand trembled and so I willingly helped to undress myself, but rather selfishly Iet Amy struggle with my bra and knickers....The sensation was wonderful, and I wish I had been brave enough to strip Cara all those years before. Amy quckly showed her learning skills as she sucked my pussy until I begged for mercy. Eventually Amy forced four fingers into my slack pussy.. I hoped she might probe my ass...But no.. Even so, Amy made me come like no one had ever done before..or since for that matter. Amy was a brilliant pupil. She learned how to do everything to keep me sweet while in school. We fucked in a variety of exciting, if uncomfortable places.. I sorted out the miscreants in class and Amy passed her Teaching Practice with flying colours. Our 'extra curricular' work continued at lunchtimes and in the evenings back at the motel. Amy was a surprisingly smooth operator on my bed. She was keen, urgent, loving and tender...My pupil turned out to be my dream lover. Ten years on.. I believe that Amy is now a Department head in a large East coast school. I wonder if she has HAD any students?