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 I have always loved school and I adored my teachers.  I woke up every day
with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.  It had always been my fervent
desire to become a teacher and inspire others with the joys of knowledge.
My fondest dreams came true when I was selected to attend an exclusive
Catholic girls school at thirteen.

   Then before the year was out, Dad got sick and I was forced to come home
to help support the family, all of my ivory-tower dreams came crashing
down. I took a job as a motel cleaning maid.

   Daddy had always said, "Look for the bright side of things."

   But what if the only bright side is a freshly polished toilet bowl?  I
sulked moodily as I started my first day of work.

   Mr.  Leery, the man who owned the motel seemed like a nice enough older
man.  In his 40s with a peppery beard and double chins that cascaded into
his flabby chest and potbelly, he reminded me of a Bible-school teacher I'd
once had an innocent crush on.

   The uniform Mr.  Leery gave me to wear was a rough green cotton dress.
It was so tight, the outline of my nipples was visible in front.  If I'd
owned a bra it might have covered them, but up until the day of his stroke,
Daddy had always said I was still his "little sweet trixie treat" - not old
enough to dress up in lady's finery.  When I complained, Mr Leery waved it
off, adding that he would have to supervise if I were to try others on. 
Quickly I decided that the one I had on was adequate.

   When I entered the first room to clean, there were no spills on the
carpet and, thankfully, no yucky messes to clean in the bathroom.  Over by
the sink, however, I came across two long plastic bags that contained a
milky-white liquid with little curdled blobs in it.

   I placed the bags on Mr.  Leery's desk.  Some of the fluid spilled on
Mr. Leery's desk and he yelled at me.  "What the fuck is wrong with you? 
Get those fucking rubbers out of here!"

   "Rubbers?" I gasped.  Hot tears of shame gushed from my eyes.  "You mean
condoms?  Those are condoms?" My hand burned where they had touched the
vile latex balloons.

   Mr.  Leery stared at me with an unusual gleam in his eye.  I had seen
the same look in my creationism professor the day he accidentally walked in
on me in the showers and saw my naked ninnies.  I'm not sure what the look
meant, but it made me feel warm and damp in funny places - ashamed but also
strangely giddy and excited.

   "Gosh, I'm sorry, Mr.  Leery.  I've never seen a rubber before.  Just
give me a second chance, please.  My family is depending on me."

   Mr.  Leery stood up suddenly and gripping me by my arm, marched me into
his private office behind the registration desk.  The office was cramped
and stank of smoke and other things, with Pamela Anderson posters on the
walls.  Mr.  Leery led me in there and sat me on the edge of a cot.  He sat
in a chair facing me.  I was so nervous I could feel by breasts straining
against the tight fabric of my maid's uniform with my every breath.

   "Here's your second and last chance, Miss Robbins.  I'm going to explain
what a rubber is.  Pay close attention, because this is important if you
wish to continue here as a maid."

   Mr.  Leery's lecture had a calming influence on me.  It felt like I was
back in school getting a private lesson in a teacher's office.  In fact, I
could say I was happy.  My supposedly crummy job as a motel maid was
exposing me to exciting new things they didn't teach at Bible college.

   Mr.  Leery unzipped his pants, reached under the massive fold of his
potbelly and pulled out what looked like a white mushroom.  It was his
penis!

   "Oh my gosh, Mr.  Leery!" If this hadn't been part of the lesson, I
would have run.  But I feel I could trust Mr.  Leery as a teacher, giving
me pointers on how to improve my performance.

   "This is what rubbers are made for," Mr.  Leery said, opening a foil
package and pulling out a new rubber.

   "But, Mr.  Leery," I said, raising my hand to ask a question, "it looks
like that rubber you got is a size too big."

   Mr.  Leery shook his head.  "The organ that the rubber goes on changes
size.  See?" He took my hand and placed it around his penis.  "Squeeze it,
honey.  Wiggle your fingers on it."

   Mr.  Leery's penis expanded in my hand.  It grew warmer as blood pulsed
into it.

   "Up and down, honey.  That's it.  Stroke it."

   All I could do was stare, hypnotized, as I caressed Mr.  Leery's
privates until it was the size of a banana.  I had hoped Mr.  Leery would
demonstrate how the rubber fit, but he wouldn't let me stop rubbing.  I got
worried when his breath grew strained and ragged, and sweat oozed and
dripped off his forehead.  Mr.  Leery lurched forward, grunted and grabbed
me like he was having a seizure.  I thought it might be apoplexy.

   Something warm and gooey hit my chin and spattered onto my maid's
uniform.  Now, I knew what a rubber was for: to keep all that yucky mess
inside!

   I finished my day in a daze.  It was as if a whole new vista was opened,
and I was eager to find out more about the subject.  Even if Mr Leery was
the one to teach me.

   The next day, after work I waited for Mr Leery.  "Waddayawant?" he
growled when he saw me, "Not another damned condom, is it?"

   "Oh no!", I was shocked he was unsure I'd learned my lesson, "I know
that part about the...  the rubbers and sperm, but isn't there more things
I need to learn?" I used the adult term for condoms and I was pleased to
see the frown on his face replaced by one of pleasure.

   Again we went into the back where I sat in the cot and he showed me his
pink appendage.  I kneaded it until his thingy got red and hard.  I was
quite proud that I did at that without any instructions.  Mr Leery
obviously thought so and moved on to the next stage.

   With one hand on his hard flesh and the other behind my head he
manoeuvered until it was touching my lips.  I looked at him past his pot
belly and saw the stern look in his face.  I was afraid that I was not
learning fast enough so I closed my eyes and took it into my mouth.

   His breath came in a whoosh and he tried to force all of it in and I was
trying my best to fit him.  Fortunately my spit made it possible for it to
slip in, even a bit down my throat.  I had to fight my gagging reflex but
soon got the hang of it.  Mr Leery got all excited again because he started
shaking all over.

   It was actually kinda fun once I got used to it - except for the foul
acrid smell and the fact that it was someone's peepee.  Once in a while Mr
Leery would shake harder and a bitter salty liquid leaked out.  I hoped he
was not peeing in my mouth - but I was not going to stop unless he told me
to.  A funny tingle had started in my chest and was making me warm inside.

   With a cry and a lurch, he dumped his goo in my mouth, which I swallowed
since he was still holding my head against his floppy belly.  He told me to
suck him clean and would not release me until I did a thorough job.  Then
he patted me on the head and said I was learning quickly.

   I smiled up at him and used my tongue around the tip but, try as I
might, I could not make him big again.  He was quite patient about it and
let me try for a long time before pulling out and telling me to go home.

   Before, when I was engaged in serious book learning, I felt a deep
contentment in my head and my heart-the satisfaction of a job well done. 
This time, as I left Mr.  Leery's office I felt distinctly unsatisfied.

   Strangely, I felt the dissatisfaction in that private place Mamma had
always warned me about, my coochie.  It itched, tingled and burned in a
weird way that made me frustrated, but also bouncy and happy.  I wanted to
dance or jump up and down until something happened inside - I just wasn't
sure what.

   I vacuumed all the rooms on the first floor in a trance.  I worked
myself into such a lather that by the time I finished the last room, sweat
was pouring off me in salty sprinkles.  Beads of perspiration clung to my
breasts - especially the cleavage.  I unbuttoned the top three snaps on my
uniform and ran my fingers over the damp skin.

   My nipples balled up and hardened like unripe berries.  They ached, but
I couldn't resist pulling on them-squeezing them together and even slapping
them until the skin on my chest turned a fiery hue.

   Somebody was pounding on the walls.  A car raced back and forth outside
the window, revving the engine nonsensically.  So it seemed, until I
realized these were the sounds of my own heart beating, my own gasping for
breath.

   I collapsed on the floor and ran the palms of my hands over my furry
mound and upper thighs.  My skin, hair and panties were soaked with
sweet-smelling wetness.  When I pulled my panties down, I glimpsed a
bizarre sea creature in the mirror: a red mouth with multiple lips
disappearing into a plump, fleshy throat.

   My thin slit between my legs was now a thick, blood-engorged mound.  My
rosy, partially furred outer lips were swollen and stretched out.  Between
them, my inner lips poked out straight and plump to reveal a twitching,
undulating canal that was cherry red.  At the top of my outer lips, a tiny
bump I'd never before paid much attention to had grown into a fleshy
pulsing knob that demanded all of my attention.

   I clutched my rubbery button with three fingers.  I pulled it out,
squished it in.  I circled it daintily with the tip of my finger like a
figure skater doing pirouettes on ice.  Then I mashed it hard with the palm
of my hand.

   I glimpsed eyes-glassy and unblinking like a broken doll's-in the
mirror. They were my own eyes, but I wasn't seeing with them.  Instead, I
was seeing a train of images projected against the inside of my head: Mr.
Leery's mushroom-cap penis; hot milky fluids twisting through the air,
hitting my skin; my daddy's strong hand angrily slapping my bottom.  I saw
hands coming out from everywhere, as if I were in a fun house, pinning me
down, holding my wrists back, prying my legs apart.  Now, it wasn't hands
anymore; it was gravity, pushing me down into the scratchy carpet piles. 
My head weighed a ton, and I couldn't lift it.

   Kabaam!  It was like a bomb went off in my coochie, followed by a string
of Chinese firecrackers.  The train of images wrecked inside my head,
exploding into fire.  It was as if my blood had turned to boiling sugar
water, and it was feeding all of the engorged body parts with its burning
sweetness.  I drifted to sleep, feeling the glow of warmth from my own body
as it cooled.  Goose pimples spread out over my skin like a crawling army
of velvet millipedes.

   My lessons continued daily - Mr Leery proving a most patient teacher. 
Every day, I rushed through my cleaning duties and ran to his office.  I
stripped out of my uniform and naked, I waited on him as he ate dinner. 
Sometimes he lets me touch him as he taught me about anatomy.  He made me
practise licking and sucking his "cock" (as he calls his penis) endlessly.

   He showed me all the crevices and folds that enjoy my tongue's
attention. He taught me new terms for sex and body parts, he even taught me
what lovers say they are in love.  And, truth be known, I was falling a bit
in love - especially when he calls me his "sweetlips" or "babycunt" or
"fuck toy".  I was so proud the time he called me his "beautiful
cocksucker" while caressing my cheeks tenderly as I sucked his cum deep in
my throat, the first time I managed it.  It was a source of irritartion to
him that my mouth was too small to fit his cock in its entirety but he was
quite patient.

   Even when he was shaking with frustration at my lack of progress, he let
me give him relief with just the pressure of my lips and tongue.  Finally,
I asked for his help in becoming a proper cocksucker so took his time
opening me up.

   I knew he cared deeply for me because sometimes he greets me by a warm
kiss and even when I was not good enough for him to ejaculate, he patiently
let me work at it.

   He showed me how a man pees and was pleased that I licked off the little
droplet at the tip without being told.  After that, he always let me clean
him and even let me lick his behind.  I was so pleased that I was allowed
to do this, I made it specially good for him.

   It was about then he showed me how to touch myself to relieve the
tension and pent-up frustrations I had felt.  I was proud of my breasts as
they had just begun to sprout and I was glad he did not feel they were too
small, especially when compared to his pinup posters.

   Even there, I had to admit that I enjoyed his touch more than my own but
I was careful not to be too demanding of his time.

   When we finally had intercourse, it was so natural and fun.  I was glad
that I was now a full-fledged woman - even if somewhere I had heard that it
was sinful.  He's even talking about inviting others to teach me.