Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 12:35:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Tutor's Pet (lesbian/adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a school girl and a female teacher. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for perMrs.ion. Copyright 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay699@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Teacher's Pet By Jan I was half way through my eighth grade year of school. I was 13-years old. My body had just about completed the change from girl to woman. My breasts were just about fully developed. My hips had widened out and my body had caught up with that early growth spurt that made me look like I was all arms and legs. My period had settled down to my own cycle. I guess the best testament to, my home room teacher's good looks was the fact that I had overheard the boys in the class talking about how much they would like to get in Mrs. Carter's pants. Even the girls felt that she was a threat to them. . I doubt if any of them suspected that she was 48- years old. I was having trouble grasping the principals of algebra and Mrs. Carter offered to help me with my homework after school. After the last bell and the class scrambled to gather up their bags and make it out of the door. I sat there feeling like I was being left behind in more ways than one. I feared not being able to grasp the problems and like most girls I hated school. The last bell was a reprieve from hell every day. I was sitting in my normal desk, as Mrs. Carter told me to get out my homework. I pulled out my math book, my three- ring-binder along with a mechanical pencil. I started copying the problems as Mrs. Carter came down the aisle so that she could look over my shoulder. She would move from my side to behind me while bending over me. I found it very distracting. Mrs. Carter is a natural sun streaked blond. Her perfume was very nice and her ample bosom occasionally brushed against my back or shoulders. At one point the side of her breast actually touched my face. I almost wet my panties. I'm sure my face flushed bright red. She didn't say a word about what had happened. I was required to stay after school many days after that and every time I felt her breasts resting on my shoulders. I don't remember how many times I had to have help but one afternoon I was staring at her tits and she casually asked, "Do you want to see them?" I was unable to vocalize my desire. I think I shook my head up and down in response. Mrs. Carter stuck her right hand inside the bodice of her dress and pulled her left tit over the top of her bra and dress. She used her left hand to pull her right tit out of her dress. The tight fitting dress squeezed her tits together. I was fascinated by the sight of her breasts. The areolas were almost perfectly matched in shape and color. The nipples really were perfect. I was so excited she didn't even have to ask me to touch them. I placed both of my hands on her tits and squeezed them. She closed her eyes and moaned, as she moved closer to me. I opened my mouth and sucked on one of her tits before I even thought about asking or if she would object. She was the one to pull back long enough to shift her body, so that I could suck on the other nipple. I was light headed and felt dizzy as she led me to her desk. While I stood behind her desk she knelt in front of me and reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I had to place my hand on her shoulder to lift my feet one at a time for her to pull them off. She stood up and placed her hands under my arms and picked me up and sat me on top of her desk. I was mesmerized as she lifted my skirt and sat in her swivel chair. She parted my legs and held onto my soft inner thighs as she leaned forward and kissed my pussy. When I had been a child I had played doctor with some boy and girl playmates until I was caught and punished for my actions. When I reached puberty I had discovered masturbation to relieve my sexual desires. Now I was sitting on the edge of my teacher's desk with my teacher sucking my pussy. I had never felt anything so exciting in my life. I was holding onto the back of her head to keep from falling over backwards. No climax I had ever induced with my hands ever felt as strong as the one I had from my teacher sucking my pussy. When I got home I was filled with self- recrimination and ashamed of myself. I didn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned constantly. After school the next day Mrs. Carter asked me if I would like to do it again. I said yes, so she invited me to do my homework at her house. She lived only a few minutes from the school so I followed her home on foot. Her home was in a middle class neighborhood. The house was well kept it was freshly painted and the lawn was manicured. The carpet was expensive and the house looked like the work of a professional interior decorator. The furniture looked like it came from a very expensive store too. There were definitely no composite woods in any of the furniture. She had me do my homework on her very expensive desk. She gave me some cookies and milk while I did my homework. She stopped me when I started to make a mistake. Then she explained what I was doing wrong. When I figured it out I was able to finish my homework in less than thirty minutes. When I was done I put my stuff back into my book bag. Mrs. Carter gave me the dime tour of her two- bedroom home. Of course the last room on the tour was her bedroom. She turned around at the side of the bed and bounced up and down to demonstrate how springy her bed was. She had me stand in front of her and she started helping me take my clothes off. I had left my jacket in the living room with my book bag so I only had a blouse, skirt, slip, bra, panties, ankle socks and running shoes to take off. When I was down to panties and bra Mrs. Carter removed her own blouse. We both reached behind out backs to unhook our bras. I was still a 33-B bur Mrs. Carter was a 36-C+. He breasts looked so round and firm to me. We felt each other's tits for a while and even sucked on each other's. Mrs. Carter had to stand up to remove her skirt and half slip. I was impressed that her bra and panties matched. The panties were thin enough for me to make out the dark shadow of her pubic hair. The prospect of seeing her pussy inspired me to quickly pull my panties down. I stepped out of them and tossed them aside. Mrs. Carter reached out with her right hand, palm up and cupped my pussy. "I seem to recognize this little hair ball." There was nothing for me to say in response. She pulled me even closer by the crotch. She reached for my tits and rolled my nipples between her fingers. While she was playing with my tits she leaned forward and kissed my pussy again. With her arms up holding onto my tits it was very difficult to reach for her head. The best I could do was cling to her shoulders. At the time I had no experience to measure her cunt sucking abilities but I quickly was getting weak kneed as I climaxed. When she was finished she sat me on the bed. I felt dizzy and lay down on my side. I watched her remove her panties. I was fascinated by the sight of her pussy. The dark patch I had seen through her panties turned out to be a bikini cut. She must have shaved recently because there was no stubble showing anyplace. Her pubis was bulging with her labia dangling out of her pussy. I was about to get a very close look at her prize. She got on the bed and straddled my head facing me and moved her body until there was no doubt what she wanted me to do to her, what she had done to me. I had never been that close to a pussy before. I was not sure I could do what she had done to me. There was nothing I could do short of turning my head to avoid tasting her pussy. That was an option denied me because she had two hands full of my hair. She was pulling my head up; at the same time she was pushing her hips forward. She rubbed her pussy against my nose and lips. The smell was impossible to escape. When I breathed through my nose all I could smell was her pussy. That smell was to linger for days in my head. When she pressed her clit against my nose, I had to open my mouth to breath. The warm moist flesh was ground into my mouth. When I stuck my tongue out, it was enveloped in warm slimy flesh. Whatever I was doing was obviously pleasing her. She was moaning in pure pleasure. The juice running down my throat was almost enough to choke me. I was beginning to wonder if I would suffocate before she would cum. She eventually flung her head back and let out a long satisfied moan. That let me know she had cum. When she sat back on my tits she looked at the bedside clock radio. She dismounted me and helped me too my feet. She led me to the bathroom and we showered together. She used the hand held shower nozzle so that our hair would not get wet. The shower didn't wash away the smell and taste in my head. She seemed to be nervous as she helped me get dressed and out the door. I learned eventually that she was getting me out of the house before her husband got home from work. That was why we never had more than two hours to have sex. Oh, yes I became a regular visitor to her house. The smell sure became a familiar odor to me. With each visit I fell more in love with her. I resented that I had to leave before her husband got home. One day when they were having a teachers day and had made arrangements for school to be closed for the day she had invited me to come to her house at the same time I would have been at school. That would give us most of the day to have sex. Her husband had already gone to work. She was waiting for me in nothing but a dressing-gown. By that time I was addicted to the taste of her pussy. This time when I ate her pussy there was a lot of gooey stuff already in there. She admitted that her husband had fucked her before he left for work. I was jealous that someone else was fucking her. From time to time when we would get together I could tell she had been fucked, because I could taste her husband's cum. I actually learned to like the added taste. As a result of my relationship with her I became bi-sexual. I enjoy the best of both worlds now. I still seek out young girls to teach them to eat my pussy. It may not be that easy anymore but I do have a couple of girls that enjoy visiting me. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay699@yahoo.com