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 Title: My Special Pupil
Author: April
Summary: While 7-year-old Sophie has trouble with her reading skills,
the extra tutoring she receives from her teacher is not what she expected.
Her young mouth quickly learns to do much more.  (~18K words)
Keywords: Fg, coer, ws, scat

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   My Special Pupil by April



   The blonde haired girl bent over her book as she tried to read the story
about the woodland adventure, her face knotted in concentration.  She was
clearly finding the whole exercise a huge trial and I sympathised.  Sophie
wasn't dyslexic by any means but she found the written word very difficult.
Out of all the children in the class, Sophie was my favourite.  She was a
pixie-faced girl with shoulder length hair the colour of rich honey.  She
had a carefree nature and a refreshing clear laugh, which she used often
when playing with her friends.

   I walked over to her desk pulling a chair up to sit next to her, as I
did she looked up at me with a sunny smile.  I have been teaching these
lovely children for eighteen years and during that time I have seen many
different boys and girls sitting in front of me.  I cannot say it has been
easy, you see I'm one of those women that find such young people sexually
appealing, so much so that I sometimes have a problem with my emotions.

   Until now that hasn't been such a problem because I'm a very
professional person and have always felt proud of the way I can turn my
sexual feelings off in the classroom when there are pupils relying on me
for their education.  However, when I looked into Sophie's clear sweet face
my heart took a lurch as I battled with my thoughts.  With some difficulty,
I forced my emotions down and with a little bit of prompting and patience
succeeded in helping her finish reading the short story.

   "That was good Miss.  I like reading but it's very hard." She frowned
slightly and continued.  "I didn't like the story much."

   "Oh why is that Sophie?" I asked calmly.

   "It's for babies.  I want to read something more grown up.  Have you got
anything like that?"

   "Well Sophie that's fine." I said "but the only trouble with grown up
books is they're harder to read because they contain things that only grown
ups know about."

   "Oh" she grinned, "you mean like kissing and love and things."

   "I didn't mean just that" I said feeling my skin begin to prickle at the
back of my neck.  "I mean things that you don't need to know about yet. 
There are horrible things such as war for instance, politics, and human
behaviour, all kinds of subjects that you will be all too familiar with
when the time is right.  But not yet.  To be able to read about these
things and understand them you need to learn how to read first and this is
the best way to do it."

   "She's always talking about love and all that soppy rubbish." Shouted
David Brown, the class put-down who liked to laugh at any original thought
that wasn't his own.  I was angry and I rounded on him quickly.

   "Yes David and what do you like that's so special?  Football magazines
perhaps?" I said raising my voice.  "I wouldn't think that was going to
make you an intellectual.  In future keep your sarcasm to yourself, no one
wants to hear.  Certainly not me alright?" I took a stride towards him and
he capitulated.

   "Sorry Miss." He said quietly as he saw how annoyed I was.  It wasn't
the fact that he had disrupted my lesson that got to me.  It was the fact
of him putting down Sophie who was trying as hard as she could to wrestle
with reading, only to be put off by a silly little boy who didn't care
about anything to do with education.

   "Apologise to Sophie." I said in a tired voice knowing it was probably a
waste of time.  I wanted to help Sophie; I genuinely liked the child and
wanted to give her every chance to develop.

   "Sorry Sophie." He mumbled sulkily with all the ill grace he could
muster.

   As I sat at my desk and watched the class resume their reading, I began
to wonder about the possibility of giving her private tutoring and whether
that would help her progress.  If she was amenable to the idea I could have
a word with her parents, I'd seen them on parent's day and they seemed nice
people.  I decide to have a word with the girl first and asked her to stay
behind after class.

   I began examining my feelings.  I'm a 36-year-old woman who by my own
admission is attracted to young girls.  The attraction had been there since
my late teens and over the years if anything it had grown even stronger.  I
tried hard to shake the feelings off when I entered the teaching profession
because I realised they were not compatible with my chosen career.  I
started dating men and eventually I met one that I really liked and we got
married.

   Dave was a wonderful guy and I thought we were happy together; all was
well apart from our sex life.  He was very attentive to me and when I
explained that I preferred receiving oral rather than having intercourse,
he tried to satisfy me in that way.  It worked to an extent in as much as I
managed to achieve an orgasm through his spirited tongue work.  However, it
was too one sided even though I would practice fellatio on him as well, he
wanted so desperately to fuck me.

   Eventually things bean to sour and Dave met some girl at work who gave
him what he wanted and we split.  On top of all that, I was still
fantasising about young girls and even when my husband was sucking my pussy
the only way I managed to cum was by imagining it was a pretty young girl
who had her face between my legs.  I could have gone and found another man
if I'd wanted.

   After all, I'm quite an attractive woman, with rich brown intelligent
eyes, a straight nose, high cheekbones and a determined jaw line that some
say gives me a slightly domineering look.  I'm around 5ft 8ins tall; slim
with fairly slim shoulders and a sleek body.  My hair is dark and long and
reaches half way down my back and my breasts are a firm pouting 34C.  So
much so that when I lay on my back, they don't fall away to the side but
continue to stand up proudly by themselves.  They have an unusual shape;
they are long and sloping but curve upwards when they reach the tips.

   When my nipples are erect, it has the effect of making them tilt up and
back which Dave used to find very erotic.  I have very pale almost
porcelain skin, which makes my breasts look almost white.  I have a narrow
waist, which is the envy of my female colleagues in the staff room, and
nicely shaped hips.  My bum is rounded and pert - a bubble gum ass- I've
heard it called.  It's nicely contoured and leads down to a pair of
well-shaped thighs and long shapely legs.

   I wondered if I was attractive enough for Sophie, was she too young to
find me sexy?  I certainly found her to my liking, so much so that I'd been
fantasising about her at night imagining her in my bed doing everything she
could to please me.  I decided if I was going to break cover and have sex
with a child it was going to be with this beautiful girl, my need for her
was driving me to despair, that's how my thinking went that morning as I
sat behind my desk.  I made a decision and I was going to stick to it.

   When the bell rang to sound the end of class, I would begin my scheme
and with luck, it would lead the girl into my bed.  The ringing sounded for
the end of class and Sophie came to the front and stood in front of me as
I'd told her to.  She looked downcast and dejected as though she was about
to be told off.  That upset me slightly so I did my best to put her at ease
as quickly as possible.

   "Don't worry Sophie; I'm not in the slightest bit cross with you.  After
all none of that was your fault, you were trying your best to read.  No, I
was going to suggest you have some private lessons at my house to improve
your reading, and as you have said you would like to read grown up books
you can read the one's I have in my bedroom cupboard.  They're very grown
up Sophie dear and I think you could be persuaded to like them.  I think it
might be better if you ask your parents to let you stay overnight with me
considering the distance I live from your home.  I can bring you to school
the next morning.  I was thinking perhaps we could be together about once a
week if all goes well." so I said crossing my fingers and hoping the girl
would go for it.

   I was at the stage where I could just about club her over the head and
drag her off to my lair.  The more I looked at the cute girl standing
before me the filthier my thoughts were becoming.  God help me if I managed
to get my way with the youngster, things were going to get very perverted
indeed, so much so that I felt my panties begin to dampen with my juice.

   "Oh Miss Roberts that would be so good!  I know Mummy and Daddy will let
me.  They both like you a lot and they know you're my favourite teacher."
She said smiling up at me.

   I reached down, ran my hand through her golden hair, and shivered at the
touch, closing my eyes as I did so at the pleasure of the feeling.

   "Are you all right Miss?  She asked, "Why are you closing your eyes?

   I opened them, smiled at her raising my eyebrows slightly, and then
knelt down so my face was only an inch or so away from hers.

   "I'm your favourite teacher am I Sophie?  Are you sure about that, or
are you only saying that to please me?" I said in a soft voice.

   "No you are Miss I mean it.  Really." She implored with sincerity.

   "Well to be honest dear, you're my favourite pupil so that's just fine."
I smiled.

   I stood up and told her to run along, and I'd see her tomorrow.  I also
gave her my phone number so her parents could ring me.  Mrs.  Simpson -
Sophie's Mother phoned me later that evening and seemed quite pleased I was
taking such an interest in her daughter.

   "She's such an intelligent girl Mrs.  Roberts; it just needs someone to
bring that out.  I'm so grateful for your concern and interest.  If you're
sure it's alright than yes, Sophie can we stay every Tuesday night and you
can bring her to school the next day."

   "Yes Tuesday could work out just fine" I replied, "I'll take good care
of her don't worry on that score.  I agree with you she just needs some
special tuition in the privacy of my home away from any disruptive
elements, she's a very special girl despite her disabilities, and besides,
I'll enjoy Sophie's company.  I'm sure it's going to work out really well
Mrs Simpson."

   And so it was set.  That evening I went to bed early and masturbated
about a girl with a lovely mouth and a tireless tongue.  I came so many
times I soaked the sheets and fell asleep content.

   The next day at school, something amazing happened.  I needed a set of
information packs for a lesson I was going to give on English history and
they were kept in the stationery cupboard in classroom 4.  Strangely, when
I turned the handle for the classroom I discovered it was locked.  I
couldn't think of any reason why this should be the case, but I knew there
was a spare key in the office so I went and got it.

   When I got back I started to turn the key in the lock but as I was about
to do so I thought I could hear faint sounds coming from somewhere in the
classroom.  I turned the key, but very cautiously and as quietly, because I
had a feeling someone was in there that shouldn't be.  My instincts proved
to be right.  As I entered the room, I immediately heard what sounded like
sobbing, and as I got closer to the source - the stationery cupboard - I
heard the moaning of a woman.

   It didn't take me long to realise that they were the sounds of sexual
activity and my heart began to race as I crept silently to the door and put
my eye to the key hole.  I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp as my
eyes became accustomed to the light of the room and my brain began to make
sense of what my eye was seeing.  The first thing I noticed was two
trembling buttocks and a pair of hands clasping hold of a pair of
stockinged legs.  Then the whole scene came into view and I realised it was
Joan Myers the teacher of class 3 and an unknown pupil kneeling on the
floor before her.

   Her shoes, panties and skirt lay discarded on a bench, leaving her
wearing only a red top and black stockings.  She was tall and slim with
long blonde hair cascading down to the small of her back and provided an
erotic site as she looked down at the girl who was obviously giving her so
much pleasure.  From my position, Joan had her back to the door and the
only part of the girl I could see were the small hands that gripped the
stockinged legs of the older woman.  Then she moaned and moved slightly and
I could see a blonde head bobbing up and down between the teacher's thighs.

   "Suzie, yes...Oh God I'm nearly there." I heard her impassioned voice
whisper at the youngster.

   Suddenly she pulled the girls head away from the junction of her thighs
and tilted her head back until she was looking upwards at her teacher. 
Then I recognised her, Susan Mailer, one of the girls in her class.  I'd
fancied this particular little darling myself ever since she first started
school.  Susan was one of the cutest seven-year-olds you could ever meet -
apart from Sophie that is - with the prettiest face and cutest little body
going, a girl to get a woman of my particular tastes wet between the legs
just by looking.

   The thought only took a fraction of a second but I suddenly realised how
I'd tortured myself over the years.  Surrounded as I was day in day out
with all these beautiful young things.  How hard it had been for me to
continue being a professional teacher to them without giving in to
temptation.  My pussy throbbed with longing as I heard the woman's next
words.

   "Just tilt your head back and keep it still for me.  We only have
another ten minutes before the classroom's needed again...  Yes that's it."
She hissed.  I watched as the teacher moved forward slightly, stood over
the girl's upturned face, and then went into a crouching position
smothering the pretty features like a blanket.

   "Keep still." I heard the faint whisper.  "I'm going to masturbate on
your face.  Just open your mouth when I say and drink whatever comes into
it."

   I was feverish with excitement at the scene playing out in the dimly lit
cupboard.  The whole situation was so incredibly obscene, so wrong and so
incredibly appealing to me.  This matched one of my own particular
fantasies so closely that I nearly pinched myself in case I was having some
outrageous dream.  God how I wanted to be in Joan's position and right then
I resolved that before long I would be.  The woman supported Suzie's head
with her hands, holding her in place as she bucked against her face.  The
speed of the thrusts became such that I could see her buttocks clenching
and unclenching faster than I could have tapped my fingers.  Soon the room
was full of the wet slapping noises of Joan's cunt as it sucked against the
child's lips.

   "Open your mouth." She gasped.  "Swallow my cum...  Here it comes
lover....  Oh...  Oh...  Yes....  Yes baby drink it!  I'm cumming in your
sweet little mouth." She sobbed.

   My hand went into my panties and I found my clitoris stiff and
protruding.  I flicked it with my fingers for a few seconds and then spent
over my hand as I climaxed.  I rearranged myself and brought my eye back to
the keyhole in time to see Joan pulling her pants up her legs and Suzie
wiping her face with a tissue and grimacing as she did.

   "You nearly choked me." she complained, "I didn't think I could drink it
all."

   "Shush...  be quiet dear.  We don't want anyone to hear.  Don't call me
Joan at school either, I've told you about that before.  I don't mind you
calling me by my name when were at my house away from prying ears, but
never when we're here."

   I took that as my cue to retreat to the classroom door and close it.  I
turned the key in the lock once again and pulled it out as silently as I
could, only just in time as I heard the cupboard door open.  Then I walked
along the corridor in what I hoped was a controlled step and stopped as I
pretended to be studying a notice board.  The door clicked open and I
looked round as though surprised, trying not to smile as Joan's eyes met
mine.  I saw a second of blind panic quickly replaced by a smile as she
mastered her emotions.

   "Oh hi Linda." She said, "I'm just showing Susie where the history books
are, she's going to be class monitor tomorrow aren't you?"

   "Yes Miss." came the quiet reply from a decidedly nervous seven-ear-old.

   "Good, I'm glad to hear it, you should do very well." I said.  And then
because I couldn't resist it, and I suppose if I'm honest I'm a bit of a
jealous bitch, I added, "I'm sure Susie has all kinds of talents for all
manner of activities."

   I said this looking directly at Joan and saw her eyes start with fright.
Striking while the iron was hot I told Susie to run along to her next
class, as I wanted to talk to her teacher.  The girl looked up at her for
reassurance.  Joan gave her a confident smile and told her to do just that
and that everything was okay.

   Which of course it was really, I have no intention of causing any
trouble for them; I just thought I saw an opportunity for some profit here,
and decided to take advantage of the situation between the girl and the
woman.  I hadn't given up on my designs on Sophie, but here was a chance to
become involved in on a bit of action on the side and maybe make an
arrangement where we could share Suzie's favours between us.  I wasn't sure
how she would manage with two sex hungry adults on her hands, it might be
too much for her but I was determined to find out.

   "Yes Linda?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.  She was always
the glamorous one Joan, and now she looked so beautiful with her blonde
hair swept back behind her ears showing a pair of long tasteful silver
pendants.  Her tanned face was light olive in complexion and complimented
her hair colour and lovely blue eyes.  She took care of her appearance and
had the kind of face that lent itself well to make up which she applied
with care to accentuate her lovely features.

   I noted with a stab of envy how well her stylish clothes hung on her
body.  She had an hourglass figure and had larger, perhaps nicer shaped
breasts than mine.  Joan had a narrow waistline like me but had wider hips
and fuller buttocks.  With dark stockings and a fairly short skirt, quite
daring for school standards, her long shapely legs acted as a magnet for
all the male teachers in the school and perhaps one or two of the women -
me included.  I felt myself fighting my attraction for her as I thought
about the next step to make in the advancement of my aims.  I moved closer
and smelt her fragrance as I licked my lips with anticipation or nerves?

   "I've been hanging around this area for a while.  Quite specifically
Joan, I wanted to get into classroom 4 but I couldn't.  But guess what? 
You know the answer to that, don't you?" I whispered.  "The door was locked
wasn't it so I had to get the spare from the office." She froze like a
statue and I could imagine the woman's mind racing with panic.  Did I need
to terrify the woman?  How could that help me in any way?  I decided to
tread softly.  I needed Joan as an ally, a friend even, if the ideas
formulating in my mind were ever going to become reality.  I let my face
relax into a sympathetic smile and continued in a softer voice.  "I just
wanted to know what was going on.  I heard noises, faint sounds coming from
inside the room so I went inside.  I heard them again when I got inside the
room, and by then I had a pretty good idea what they meant." I sighed,
"Joan, I saw and heard everything you were doing with Suzie."

   I looked into her eyes as they began to water and I knew she thought I
was about to turn her in.  I felt her sorrow and fear and I didn't want to
be the cause of that.  I genuinely liked her; I also knew if I'd had the
chance I'd have done the same as her, wasn't I planning to do just that
with Sophie?  I needed to reassure her and then talk alone in private away
from the school.  I took a deep breath and picked my next words with care.
"Can we meet somewhere away from here?"

   She nodded silently.  I continued.

   "I'm a friend Joan, I have no wish to see you or Suzie harmed.  I can
help you out; I have no need to condemn you.  You and I aren't so unalike
in our...  let's say 'tastes', if you catch my drift.  I'm sure we can work
something out, something that will make us all happy, but not here."

   I paused to let my words and their meaning sink in.

   "How about the 71 bar after school say about six, we can talk there its
very private." The effect was immediate, perhaps not a total transformation
but fear was replaced by caution and perhaps relief now that it was
becoming apparent I wasn't going to shop her.

   "All right I'll meet you inside." She acquiesced softly, but then looked
up at my eyes as she tried to fathom my intentions.  "Linda what..." She
began to ask but I silenced her with a reassuring squeeze on each of her
shoulders and made a shushing sound.

   "Not here," I said.  Just trust me Joan we'll talk in the bar.

   = = =

   The 71 Bar was a smart watering hole in the middle of town.  You came
down off the street into a large basement with a dance floor at one end and
table's and chairs at the other.  It was always dimly lit and gave off a
fairly secretive atmosphere.  My table was in one of the corners away from
prying eyes or more importantly any flapping ears that might overhear our
conversation.  Joan arrived about 5 minutes later looking cool and stunning
after changing and applying a new makeup.  I noticed with a tinge of envy
how people's eyes followed her progress to my table.  I asked her what
she'd like to drink; she asked for a gin and tonic so I called the waiter
over and ordered two.  I could tell she'd been waiting for this moment all
afternoon, dying to know what I was up to and what I wanted because she bit
her lip and then shot straight out with it.

   "What do you want?  You know what I've been up to; you haven't run to
the authorities so what's the deal?  I know there is one!"

   Just then, the waiter came with our drinks.  He set them down on the
table and I thanked him.  I took a large sip of the cool drink and felt it
warm my stomach.  I lit a cigarette and sat forward.  "How long have you
and the girl being lovers?" I asked.  She looked down for a moment and then
fixed me with a defiant stare.

   "Two months, and we've loved every minute of it.  Both of us." She
emphasised the last sentence quite forcefully, it seemed important for her
that I knew Suzie was a willing participant.

   Who was pleasing whom in this relationship?  Bearing in mind the fact
that I'd seen the girl down on her knees giving the woman pleasure, Joan's
statement seemed to be a justification of that particular act, almost as
though she wanted me to know the girl enjoyed what she was doing as much as
she enjoyed it.  Light began to dawn and the whole situation became clear
as I realized Suzie's role in the relationship, namely to give the woman
oral servitude.  I shivered as I imagined Sophie doing the same for me and
realised how similar Joan and me were.

   "Is Suzie the one doing the giving in your relationship?  I mean in the
way I saw her doing in the store room to be precise." I asked.

   She took a gulp from the drink and nodded as she relaxed slightly. 
"Yeah, you've got it."

   "You know Joan, when I said our tastes weren't that dissimilar I meant
it.  I love young girls.  I love everything about them.  Their cute little
faces, their young lovely bodies and most importantly their sweet
innocence. You don't know how many times I've dreamt about taking a girl to
my bed and having her please me, in the way Suzie pleased you.  My greatest
wish is to seduce a girl and teach her to pleasure me for hours on end,
even all through the night.  I love the thought of having a sweet young
girl's face between my legs and keeping her there for as long as I please."
I saw a glint of amusement in her eyes as she nodded again.

   "Snap.  So where do we go from here?  You want to be involved don't
you?" She said with a raised eyebrow, of course she knew I did.  I asked
her if they both met outside school for liaisons as well.  She answered
that they did and went on to explain that she gave her private maths
lessons in her own home.  Like me, she had the parent's agreement for the
child to stay overnight, and like me she lived quite a distance form their
home.

   "Okay Joan, lets leave it at that for now.  We'll fix up a date for a
threesome sometime."

   "Yes that's fine.  Don't forget Suzie's parents expect her to have
learnt something from her lesson, so I give her some extra schooling during
the dinner hour to counter that," She explained.

   I pursed my lips and nodded in understanding.  I agreed that would be
wise and remembered it for future use.

   The next day was difficult to say the least.  I somehow managed to get
through the lessons and teach the children like a good teacher, but I found
it hard.  Especially when I looked down and saw my little angel sitting
there at her desk just a few feet away from me.  I forced myself to manage
and went onto automatic pilot as my teacher training took over.  I was
pleasantly surprised when the bell rang for the end of lessons and the
children filed out leaving Sophie sitting at her desk looking apprehensive
and vulnerable.

   She was such a small dainty looking thing, even smaller than the other
girls in her class.  Younger looking by far than her seven years, but at
the same time by far the prettiest with her elfin face and lovely green
eyes that twinkled when she smiled.  I lead her to my car, fastened her
seat belt down, and once satisfied she was firmly secured; we set off for
my home some distance away from the school.

   It was a pleasant journey and as we left the town, the springtime
countryside sped by behind us as I kept my foot hard on the pedal to take
us home.  Finally, we arrived and our car crunched on the drive as we came
to a stop and got out.  I took her inside and made us a meal of chicken and
chips with mushrooms and then we sat down with a mug of tea while our meal
settled down.  We chatted for a while about this and that, nothing very
important, and my mind drifted off to the coming evening and what it would
hold.

   Sophie had said she wanted to read some grown up books.  Well I had some
very grown up books upstairs in my bedside cabinet.  Even now they were
laid out on the top, waiting to be opened when we made the journey upstairs
to my bedroom.  I looked up at the clock and saw that we'd been here for
two hours now and I decided to get things moving along.  I got up and left
the room telling Sophie she could switch on the television and watch a
programme.  I'd call her to come upstairs when the lesson was to begin.

   I climbed the stairs to my room and shed my clothes while I stood in
front of the full-length mirror, taking a quiet pride in my slim but
womanly figure.  Once again, I marvelled at the beauty of the female body.
My perfect breast swayed as I walked across the room, opened the bathroom
door and entered the shower.  I felt the aches and strains of the long day
seeping out of me as I stood beneath the steaming torrent and luxuriated in
its powerful caress.

   Stepping out of the cubicle, I reached for the large towel and dried my
dripping body and hair in the warm material, feeling vitality and strength
coursing through my veins.  I sat down naked in front of my dresser and ran
a brush through my dark silky tresses until my hair ran straight and sleek
down my back.  With the greatest care, I then began the careful operation
of applying my make up.  I applied mascara to my long eyelashes and
fluttered my eyes when I'd finished; taking delight in the seductive effect
they created.  I applied just the right amount of make up to my face, not
too much, but not to little either until I was satisfied with my
appearance.

   The effect never failed to thrill me as I was transformed from an
attractive woman into the most beautiful and sensual of creatures.  I
completed my preparations with a few strategic sprays of my favourite
perfume, and then I slipped on a black half-cup bra that showed most of my
breasts and part of my nipples.  Finally, a pair of lacy panties and sexy
stay ups finished the trick.  I looked at the mirror to gauge the affect,
tossing my hair back as I did, and running a hand over my sleek hips.  It
was time for Sophie's lesson to begin.

   "Sophie, turn the telly off and come upstairs," I shouted.  In a few
seconds I heard her running up the stairs, practically pounding them in her
eagerness to get up.  She walked along the landing until she reached my
open door and then tentatively entered.  Her face was a picture as she saw
me sitting on the edge of the bed in sexy black underwear.

   "It's such a warm evening Sophie.  I thought I would take some clothes
off and let myself cool down a little.  I think you ought to take a few
things off as well.  To be frank I don't know how you can stand it." She
couldn't take her eyes off me, and I shivered with delight as I saw her
taking in ever inch of my barely concealed body.

   Finally, she found her voice and said "okay" then began undoing the
buttons on her white school blouse.

   With growing excitement, I watched as she slid the garment over her
shoulders, placing it carefully on the bedside chair as she looked up at me
for encouragement.  I smiled and told her she looked lovely, which she did
with her flat little chest and little girl nipples.

   "There isn't that better?" I encouraged, "I feel so much better for not
wearing all those warm clothes on an evening like this.  Now take off your
skirt and I'm sure that you'll feel better as well."

   She managed a shy smile as she unzipped her little navy skirt and let it
fall to the floor.  She was about to bend down and pick it up.

   "Leave it there dear; it's all right for now." I gave her a warm smile
as I continued in a soft voice.  "Am I still your favourite teacher
Sophie?"

   She didn't or couldn't answer me such was her shyness as she stood
before me wearing only her panties and white socks.  I cast my gaze over
her young body and licked my lips like a hungry cat as my eyes took in her
lovely little belly, puffy hairless lips, and pouting mound.  Her legs were
long and colt like, but childishly thin, to fill out into the shape of a
young woman.

   I told her to go and pick the book up that was resting on top of my
dressing table knowing she would have to turn round to do so, giving me my
first site of her panty clad little butt.  I risked a quick squeeze between
my legs as I drank in the horny site of her neat but slightly pouting
little dimples.  She picked up the book, walked over to the bed, and then
stood before me.

   I watched with satisfaction as her eyes once again travelled over my
body.  First my stockinged legs with their black banded tops and white
thighs, and then onwards over my skimpy panties, which did little to hide
my full pubic bush beneath.  I noted how she licked her lips for a moment
and then looked upwards to fasten her awestruck face onto my half-revealed
breasts and barely concealed nipples.  I reached down with my hand and
tilted her chin up so I could look into her face.  I thrilled at the site
of her open admiration, and exulted over the effect that my womanly body
had over her.  I looked into her eyes and asked her if she approved.  She
blushed and I smiled gently as I ran my fingers over her face to caress her
perfect features.

   "Sit up in my lap Sophie," I said a little more briskly.  "Bring the
book with you."

   After a slight second of hesitation, she did so and my insides churned
at the sensation of her cute little butt resting in my lap.  I told her to
look at the cover of the thick paperback she was holding in her hands.  It
had an illustration of a beautiful older woman perhaps in her forties, who
was standing up to; peel off her brassiere and panties in what must have
been her bedroom.  On the bed sat a naked girl about the same age as
Sophie.

   It was obvious what kind of stories the book was going to contain.  I
felt her buttocks squirm against me as she looked at the picture and I saw
her face redden as I bent my head down to gently kiss the top of her head
and run my fingers through her honey coloured locks.  I told her to turn
the cover over and keep turning the pages until she came to the chapter
titles.  They were all sexually explicit short stories dealing with erotic
romance between young girls and women.

   "This is a very grown up book dear.  If I'm going to show you it, you
must promise not to tell anyone else about it, not even your parents.  It
just has to be between the two of us, do you understand?"

   "Yes Miss.  Are the stories about girls and ladies?" She asked, as she
turned round to look at me.  I bent down towards her eager face and kissed
her on the cheek.  She obviously like that and her eyes shone with pleasure
as I replied that they were.

   "This first one's a fairy story called "Clara and her Fairy Godmother"
and tells the story of how a little girl goes to visit he Fairy Godmother
at her cottage in the woods.  The little girl loves her Fairy Godmother and
her Godmother loves her.  She undresses the girl and then lets the girl
undress her.  Then they go to the ladies bed and have sex together."

   "What's sex Miss?"

   "That's what you're going to find out." Whilst saying this I had been
slowly removing the clasp on my bra and opening the front.  Sophie opened
her mouth in surprise until I bent down again and kissed it.  "This next
story is about a little girl and her babysitter.  The woman shows the
little girl all kinds of grown up sex games and they play them together."

   My breasts were now exposed to Sophie who was staring from one to the
other.  I gently pressed her face between my cleavage in an almost maternal
embrace and continued with a list of stories; all dealing with the topic of
young girls being seduced by older females.  The underlying theme being the
girl never refused the woman's advances.

   My hand dropped to her thigh and ran across her skin as I breathed into
her ear.  "This last story is a very special one Sophie.  I think you'll
like it, you see I wrote it especially for you.  It's all about a girl who
is only your young age, and her teacher who is much older.  The teacher
likes the young girl very much indeed, and invites her back to her house to
give her special lessons with her reading.  The teacher is falling in love
with her pretty pupil and I think the girl is with her.  She was only
pretending when she said they were going to have reading lessons, you see
the teacher really wanted to seduce her so she can have sex with her.  She
wants to show her all about sex, and she wants to teach the lovely pupil to
give her pleasure." I gave her another kiss on the side of her face as I
caressed her thighs and crotch.  She turned to look at me with an eager
expression.

   "What happens next Miss?" she asked.

   "That's rather up to you Sophie." I replied quietly as I looked into her
eyes.

   "Is it about you and me?" She said.

   "Yes it is dear." I replied.  "What do you want to happen next?"

   She struggled with the words to say to me, after all this was all new to
her, and she didn't know how to respond.  It was new to me as well but I
did my best to help her along.

   "Do you like me Sophie?  Do you like me a real lot?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "Enough to be the little girl in the story"

   "Yes."

   "Do you want me to teach you all about sex?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

   "Please Miss."

   "Then say it.  Say you want me to teach you all about sex."

   She gulped and then found the courage to say what I asked.  "I want you
to teach me all about sex." She said in a hushed voice.

   I traced a finger across lips.  "Tell me you want to give me pleasure,
and that you want me to teach you how to do it." I urged.

   "I want to give you pleasure, and I want you t.  t...  to teach me how
to do it." She blurted.

   "Look at my breasts now Sophie.  Look at my big nipples.  They are both
very hard because I have been thinking about you taking them in your mouth
and sucking them.  I'd like you to do that for me right now.  Take the
closest one to you and put it in your mouth." My hand went to the back of
her head and gently urged her forward.

   Her eyes were wide with wonder as my tilting breast entered her mouth
and my spiked nipple slid between her lips.  Then she did what came
naturally, as if remembering babyhood she sucked on it.  I groaned softly
as I felt her tongue flicker against my tit flesh, my nipple swelled in her
mouth and prodded the roof as it grew larger.  She began to enter into the
spirit of the things as she sucked and nursed on me, making plopping noises
as she splurged.

   I shuddered and pulled her closer until the whole of my breast forced
itself into her stuffed mouth and her cheeks bulged with their large load.
I thrust forward and my nipple pushed to the back of her throat, causing
her to gag and make her eyes water.  She struggled briefly to pull back,
but I held her to me and thrust again as my cunt flooded over with
excitement with the sight and sound of her struggles.  I let her go then
and moaned with ecstasy as I wallowed in the new experience of having such
power over my little girl.

   Then I fed her the other one and she nursed on it like a baby and coated
it with her saliva.  Moaning softly I called her name as I experienced the
feeling and sight of her adoring my breasts.  It was happening; I could
hardly believe it.  I was actually having sex with my child pupil and it
was the most wicked and exciting thing I had ever done in my life.  I loved
it, and I wanted to introduce the youngster to all kinds of kinky games
that I had never tried before.  The little girl was going to slake my lust
and be the recipient of my deepest and darkest desires.

   My hand messed up her hair as she worked on my breast as my other hand
held it up to her mouth.  I let her go on for a few more minutes and then
decided it was time to move on.  I couldn't wait any longer and needed to
have her face lower down.  My cunt anticipated the treat and began to
cream. I pulled her back from my slick breasts and lifted her off my lap
onto the edge of the bed.  I stood up in front of her and hooked my thumbs
into my panty tops.

   The only sound in the room came from the rustle of black stockings as my
panties slid down my legs, she gasped as my nakedness was revealed to her
and her eyes were riveted to my bushy hair and hanging labia lips.  The
scent of rose water which I had dabbed myself with earlier mingled with the
aroma of my excitement, and the youngster's nose twitched as she breathed
it in.  I ran my hand through her hair speaking gentle words of
encouragement as I persuaded her to bring her face closer to my glistening
vagina.

   I spread my genitals and pointed to the various parts of it as I
explained what they were.  I also went on to talk about oral sex, how to
stimulate the clitoris with the tongue and how to bring a woman to orgasm.
She listened with wide eyes as I continued and inched my sex closer to her
mouth.

   "You see Sophie; only another female can truly bring pleasure to me and
to do that she needs to use her mouth and tongue.  The fact is I'm a
lesbian, and as such, I can only enjoy sex properly with another female. 
You notice I say female and not woman.  To say I enjoyed having sex with
another woman would imply she was of my age, a woman.  Well that isn't the
case here.  Actually Sophie," I continued softly as I caressed her cheeks
with my fingers, "I find myself drawn to girls much more than I do to other
women my own age.  To be very honest I find myself attracted to you like
I've never been before, not in all my life.  I want you so much it hurts.
Can you understand that?  Can you understand how much I want to feel your
lovely little mouth on my grown up body and how much I want to feel, see
and hear you drinking down my excitement?"

   Her eyes looked up and met mine, shining with love and wonder as she
listened to my words and felt the gentle caress of my fingers as they
traced across her lips.  I knew at her tender years she couldn't understand
everything I was telling her but she understood enough.  She gave her
verdict and answered my question with three small words.  "I love you."

   "Then do so." I replied.  "I'll teach you everything there is to know
about giving pleasure to a grown woman."

   My hand left her lips to clasp the back of her head and join its partner
as I gently cradled her head.  I urged her closer until her mouth brushed
against my pink entrance and my pubic hairs brushed against her face.  My
labia lips are grey in colour, and hang, or I suppose you could even say,
dangle from my vagina.  I brought my other hand down and let one of them
rest across my finger.  Guiding it forward towards Sophie, I told her to
take it in her mouth and lick it with her tongue.

   "Suck it all in now," I instructed, "taste it as you do so and get used
to the feel of it.  Yes, that's good, keep sucking and licking just like
you're doing."

   After a few minutes of spirited sucking, I moved her onto the other one
and let the lip trail across her face leaving a wet path over her cheek.  I
fed it between her lips and sighed as I felt the sensitive flesh receiving
the same treatment, accompanied by the sound of her watering mouth as it
sucked and plopped on my flesh.  After some time I took it out and pushed
myself at her, telling her to kiss and stimulate my vaginal walls.

   I looked down and thrilled at the sight of her little face as it
disappeared up to the cheeks inside my gaping sex, and I felt a sudden
surge of fluid spurt into her mouth as a result of the erotic site she
presented.  She coped well and I saw her throat bob as she swallowed it
down, giving her an advanced taste of things to come.  She was doing
wonderful things to me down there, and I moaned softly as I felt her tongue
and lips worship me.  She flinched and pulled back at the sound of my moan,
and looked up at me as though something terrible had just happened.

   "Are you all right Miss?  Have I made you hurt?" Her innocent face was a
picture of concern, her eyes staring into mine as if searching for signs of
anger.

   I reached down to run my fingers through her hair as I stroked her
tresses and sighed with delight.  "I'm fine Sophie, just fine my love.  You
make me so happy with what you are doing to me.  I'm not hurt so don't
worry.  I'm making all those moaning sounds because you are making me feel
very good inside, and when a woman makes a noise like I was doing it's
because her lover is doing wonderful things to her.  It's a sound of
extreme pleasure Sophie...I will make even more noises just like that as I
approach my climax, but just remember the more noise I make the happier you
are making me."

   I beamed her my sunniest smile, which to my delight she returned back. I
saw relief and perhaps even exultation cross her bonny little face, but
then her face changed as though she had been struck by a strange thought.

   "What's a climax Miss?"

   I realised she was still calling me Miss and was about to tell her to
call me by my Christian name.  I was also going to tell her to call me
Linda when I opened my mouth to tell her to call me so, but suddenly
changed my mind.  What if she forgot when we were at school and called me
by my name, not Miss?  Wouldn't someone get curious if they heard that,
suspicious even.  I decide Miss would be fine.  To be honest it gave me
something of a thrill to be reminded that we were teacher and pupil. 
Instead, I thought about how to answer her question and provide her with an
answer she could easily understand.

   "A climax is something that happens when a person has received a lot of
pleasure.  It can be achieved by many means.  For a woman it happens when
her vagina and clitoris are both stimulated.  In the case of me and you for
instance the more that you suck, kiss and lick my vagina and clitoris the
more sexually excited I will become, until eventually my body cannot take
any more pleasure and releases all of it's pent up feelings.  When that
happens you'll hear me make a lot of noise and feel my body shake about and
you'll know you have given me a climax."

   I explained in what I hoped was a gentle, yet authoritative voice.  I
deliberately held back from describing the full sexual process of
discharging vaginal fluids, I didn't want to scare her off at this stage. I
decided to leave it until it happened and then see how she coped with it
all.  That was enough talking, I was getting desperate for more action now
and I wanted to feel her working on my clitoris.  Without any more fuss, I
guided her face back between my thighs and told her to gently suck on it. I
splayed my lips back first, then let her stare at the rigid finger, the
very key to my pleasure and then guided her down to it.

   She took the organ between her lips and I moaned loudly as my thighs
quivered and closed around her like a vice.  I released her again once I
had gained control, and placed one leg up on the bed by her side to open my
self-wide.  I controlled her movement with my hands, guiding her head into
just the right position to give me the maximum stimulation.  For a long
time all that could be heard was the sound of her licking and the
squelching of my juices as she beavered away inside my cunt.

   As the minutes went on I began to sigh and moan softly, calling out her
name and telling her how marvellous she was and how well she was doing. 
She kept working on me for the next half an hour as I gradually built up to
my orgasm.  I bucked into her face as I became increasingly more desperate
and my grip on her head became tighter as I guided her mouth up and down,
and from side to side as I rotated my crotch into her face, smearing my
juice over her cheeks.  I heard muffled sounds coming from Sophie's throat
as she struggled to keep up with me, licking and sucking on my throbbing
flesh as though she couldn't get enough.  Again and again I pleaded with
her to go faster, suck deeper and whatever happened not to ever stop.

   "Oh Sophie, Oh Sophie my darling.  Don't ever stop...  Yes ...Yes go for
it honey go for it.  I'm going to come in your mouth.  Fuck!  Oh fuck!"
don't ever stop!  Come on....  Come on!" I pleaded.

   My hands were out of control, pulling her this way and that as I sought
to release my cream for her.  I threw my head back and cried like a mad
woman as I finally hit my peak and smashed through the barrier spurting my
cum into the back of her throat as I did

   "Open your mouth...come on lover keep it open for me." I implored her in
sobbing moans.  "Drink it down Sophie, swallow my cream...Drink it!
...Drink it!  Drink every little drop of it...  Drink it from my cunt!  Oh
God I'm drowning you." I gasped.

   I saw her throat bobbing as she swallowed my hot discharge, and still I
continued gushing until try as she might it started running down her cheeks
in fast rivulets, dropping off her chin and splattering her thighs.  I
promised her there would be more to come on other occasions and at last I
began to subside and quieten down with the sound of sobbing the only sound
in the room until I began to cry.  I went to my knees and gently kissed her
wet face.  I had never had sex like that in my life, it was incredible and
I sobbed with joy at the magnitude of it.

   "Thank you.  Thank you." I cried.  "That's the best, that's the first
time ever that I've...Oh my love you're just wonderful!"

   I tasted my spending on her beautiful face and then kissed my way over
her delicate neck and shoulders.  Looking back on that time, I can honestly
say that up to then I had never experienced sex of such intensity.  I had
never enjoyed anything so remotely erotic or satisfying and I realised I
had discovered something -or someone - I would never give up.  I climbed
onto the bed, lay next to my little lover, and held her in my arms as I
whispered to her how marvellous she was and how much I wanted her.  I asked
her if she had enjoyed what we'd been doing...  if she'd enjoyed doing it
to me.

   "Did you like that Sophie?  Did you enjoy using your mouth to make me
happy like you did?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "Did you mind me making so much noise when I came?"

   "Oh no Miss, well 'cause I know that you said that you are doing it
because you're so happy and it feels nice to make you happy like that.  I
like doing it and I want to do it for you lots of times."

   She said this quite earnestly, thrilling me with her words as I realized
I could have this on a regular basis.  I spoke softly, my lips near her
ears as I spoke of future meetings and what we might do.

   "So you don't mind it if I'm the one who receives all the pleasure. 
That's good.  We can do this every week if you like.  Your Mummy and Daddy
will think I'm teaching you how to read, but instead you'll be in my bed
making love to me.  This is what we will do...  As soon as we get back to
my house I'll make us some supper, and then you can watch telly while I go
upstairs and make myself ready for you.  When I'm ready I'll call you
upstairs just like I did tonight, and then I'll take all my clothes off and
you can be my slave all evening - and all night if you can stay awake for
that long."

   "What's slave mean?"

   "It means you have to do everything I tell you."

   I said this in a breathy voice as I began to moisten again.

   "Do you think I might fall asleep?  I don't think I could do it all
night.  I'll be too tired.  Can you...I mean could you stay awake all night
while I did it to you?" She asked incredulously.

   I realized how demanding I had become with her and decided to relent a
little.

   "No darling, I know you can't stay awake all night.  You need to get
some sleep, but if we go to bed...  say for about seven o'clock you can do
things for me until it's really late."

   I smiled down at her as I lay at her side, one arm enfolding her and the
other hand supporting her chin as I gazed down at her sweet face.

   "We'll have to have lessons at school during lunch time though.  You'll
have to make sure you bring a packed lunch so you can eat it in the
classroom while I teach you to read.  If you aren't making any progress
your parents will think it's a bit strange don't you think?"

   She thought about this, and then nodded, as young as she was she
realised the truth of my words.

   "We'll have the lesson on the same day as you come to my house then.  Is
that alright?"

   "Yes," she quipped happily "and then if Mum and Dad ask what I've learnt
at your house I can tell them.

   It excited me to realise how she's colluded with me again and was
willing to lie to her parents for me.  "Well let's get that right dear,
don't tell them what you've really learnt at my house.  Tell them what
you've learnt in the classroom at lunchtime, and then tell them you learnt
it in my house, or we'll really be in trouble.  I don't think your Mum and
Dad would like to know about some of the things we're going to be doing
together."

   We both laughed at that, I was pleased at the way she was falling under
my spell, she was so willing to please me that there'd be no end of things
I could get her to do for me if I played it right.  Suddenly I wanted more,
and turned over on the bed to lie on my stomach.  I looked over at her and
raised my eyebrow as I spoke.

   "Would you like me to teach you how to kiss me somewhere else Sophie?"

   "Where?"

   "You'll see.  Start kissing the back of my neck and then down to my
back...It's okay you can climb over me to do so."

   She was eager to start a new game and I shivered with pleasure as I felt
her naked little body climb over mine.  She was learning well, not only did
she kiss the back of my neck; she also licked me with her tongue making
sensuous sweeps across my flesh.  She gradually moved down my body, first
the top of my back and then lower down until she came to the gentle slope
of my buttocks.  I looked over my shoulder when she stopped and asked her
if she liked the view.

   "Do you like my bottom Sophie?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "It's nice and round isn't it?  It's also a lot whiter than the rest of
me don't you think?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "Do you like it a lot Sophie."

   "Yes"

   "Feel it with your hands.  Run them over the cheeks"

   For a second I watched her stare at the smooth globes and then gathering
her courage she placed a hand on each cheek and began to run them over the
silky flesh making them swish as she did.  I sighed and shivered with
pleasure at the ecstasy of the feeling and let out a low moan as she took
the initiative and squeezed the globes in her hands.

   "Oh that's nice Miss!" She exclaimed.

   She cooed softly as she caressed the warm flesh, and I pushed my self
back slightly to fill her hands with me.  This was heavenly but I needed to
move on to the next part of my plan, and sighing a little I told her how
wonderful she was making me feel.

   "You seem to like my bottom Sophie."

   "It's lovely Miss."

   "How much do you like it Sophie?"

   "Lots"

   "Enough to kiss it?"

   She nodded her head vigorously.

   "Say it Sophie dear.  Tell me you want to kiss my bottom all over." I
said seductively.

   She blushed a little at that but managed to do as she was told.  "I want
to kiss your bottom all over Miss."

   "Yes darling, I'd love that.  Here let's make it easier for you.  Pass
me those two pillows over there."

   She did so and I placed them under my thighs, raising my buttocks up in
the air so the proud domes were before her.

   "There.  That's better isn't it?  Just begin kissing and licking the
cheeks."

   I continued to watch her face as her eyes widened and she bent forward
with her tongue out and ran it over one of the cheeks.  She swept over and
around it, covering the entire globe and then pressed her face into the
cushioning flesh, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it with her
tongue. I sighed "yes" to encourage her and felt my clit throb angrily in
my loins.  Now she moved onto the other one, leaving a trail of her saliva
as she crossed over, planting butterfly kisses onto my hot flesh.  I gasped
as she briefly kissed the crack between and groaned softly as I thought
about what I was going to have her do next.  After she had covered both
buttocks with licks, kisses and tiny bites, I turned round and looked into
her eyes.

   "That was very nice Sophie.  Now watch." I said softly.

   I reached round and slowly pulled my buttocks wide open, revealing the
dark cleft and its brown bud.

   "That's my other pleasure centre Sophie.  I'd like you to press your
face into the crack and kiss and suck my anus.  It will feel nice for me if
you stick your tongue out and push it right into the brown hole." I paused
for a second or two to see how she reacted, and she seemed slightly
hesitant.  "Do you think you can do that for me...hmmm don't be afraid of
it dear.  You do want to make me feel good don't you?" I chided.

   She looked slightly nervous and I decided I had to take the initiative,
she wasn't really to sure and I didn't want her to back out of it now. 
Reaching round, I took a firm hold of her head then wedged her face between
my cheeks and pushed back at the same time.  I held her there for a moment;
very tightly, so she couldn't pull back and to my delight, she stuck her
tongue out and swiped it over my anus.

   I moved my ass up and down over her face as she kissed and licked
between the crack, causing heated groans to pass my lips.  My pussy was
drooling with juices and my clit was aching as I reached for her hand and
pulled it between my legs telling her to rub my clit and suck me at the
same time.  Sophie got over her initial reluctance as far as sucking my ass
was concerned and began to enjoy herself.  She worked away between my
globes, tossing her head from side to side, making them quiver as she
slurped noisily into the chasm between.

   "You're liking that aren't you?  You little minx, I can tell." I laughed
and gave a shove back to send her face further in.

   "Mmmm mmmmph." Came the sound.  Then she pulled out to look at me.  "Oh
wow Miss I really like doing that.  It's lovely, it really is." She
exclaimed.

   "I'm glad you like it dear because you're going to be getting a lot more
of it from now on.  Now get back in there my little angel and suck my
arsehole out.  Pretend it's a grown up kiss and French with it, and don't
forget to keep rubbing my clit!"

   She dived back in, causing my buttocks to tremble again.  Suddenly I
farted sending a hot blast of ass gas into her mouth, causing her cheeks to
inflate as she swallowed my fart and then went back to rubbing her face
into the sweaty crease.  I did this another three times and she took the
smelly wind down into her stomach.  I promised to coach her further in this
respect and looked forward to the time when she would be able to eat my
shit instead of just my wind.

   She kept rubbing my clit as she sucked and slobbered inside my ass. 
Over the next hour, she brought me to the brink of orgasm three times. 
Each time I pulled her away, took in plenty of deep breaths until the
crisis had passed, then guided her face back in again.  Finally, I knew I
couldn't keep it back any longer, I'd deliberately held back because I
wanted to try something different.

   I pulled away suddenly as I approached another climax, and quickly
turned her over onto her stomach until moaning and gasping I frantically
mounted her to press my sodden cunt against her small dimpled bottom.  I
began fucking it as hard as I could, my sopping cunt and powerful thighs
slapping against her delicate little cheeks in a fast rhythm.  The
headboard clattered against the wall, beating a loud tattoo as I slammed my
body down causing her small frame to slam into the old mattress.

   I was grunting with each thrust, and she cried out as the wind slammed
out of her, but I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried.  Suddenly my orgasm
hit me, and I speeded up riding her chubby little ass as though my life
depended on it, until with a scream I erupted and all the pent up cum from
the last hour erupted over her buttocks.  I was still spurting as I spun
her round again and pulled her face to my crotch, gasping out for her to
open her mouth.

   When she had, I swamped her throat with the remainder of my load. 
Giving the girl no choice but to drink my spurting cunt cream until I
calmed down and stopped.  I collapsed down beside Sophie who was gasping
and spluttering after the ordeal and when I could speak again I apologised.
I told her I'd lost control, gone a little crazy and she forgave me
giggling and saying I'd gone "crazy bonks." We slept like tops for the rest
of the night and for me it was a blissful, dreamless sleep.  I don't know
what woke me; maybe it was a bird calling to the approaching dawn.  With a
stretch, I reached out and picked up the alarm clock, which pointed to
four-fifteen.  I looked down at the sleeping child and bent down to kiss
her elfin beauty.  As I did, she opened her eyes and grinned.

   "What time is it Miss?"

   "Four in the morning Sophie."

   Is it time to get up yet?"

   "No my love we have another three hours yet."

   "Oh, I'm awake now, I can't sleep again."

   "Hmm.  Very well...  In that case I'll put the next three hours to use."

   The worn bedsprings creaked crazily as I walked up the mattress on my
knees and sat down on her pretty face.

   = = =



   I needed to find somewhere safe.  Somewhere secure from prying eyes and
the answer to my musings presented itself in the form of an unused part of
the school.  Namely, an old part of the science block that had been
abandoned for a modern set of new labs on the lower floor.  I also know
where the keys to the wing were; both the original and its spare twin
resided in an unlocked drawer in the staff room.  If I took them, no one
would know.

   The implications of this new discovery made me feel giddy with
excitement.  Once the idea was there, I had to carry it out.  By late
morning, I had surreptitiously lifted both sets of keys so that they both
lay in the secure confines of my handbag.  From there I made my way to the
ladies room to see my reflection in the mirror.

   I felt vain and proud as I saw a beautiful woman in her prime, her
reflection staring back at me with a slightly haughty expression.  My long
dark hair framed my near perfect features; perhaps marred slightly by a few
thin lines around my thirty-six year old face which never the less
complimented a sleek curvy body and long shapely legs.  A nagging in my
bladder made me want to use one of the empty cubicles but my wicked scheme
for the forthcoming lunch break precluded that.

   The last lesson before lunch saw Sophie sitting at her desk with the
rest of her classmates as we poured over stories designed to help students
learn English in a non-stuffy way.  The lesson went by fairly quickly and
in no time at all the bell was ringing for lunch.  As the other children
packed their books away, I gave Sophie a meaningful glance and tilted my
head back slightly to indicate I wished her to remain.  The class emptied
with speed as the children ran off to their lunch, the corridors resounding
to the sound of running feet and shouting voices.  Silence returned as the
footsteps receded and the girl stood before my desk to await my pleasure.

   "Did you enjoy the lesson Sophie?" I asked.

   "Yes Miss." She quipped

   "Good.  Your lessons are coming along very nicely.  Now dear, I have
some books I would like you to carry for me." I said in my sweetest voice
as I looked down at her lovely face.

   "All right Miss.  Where do I go?"

   "Upstairs to the old science class rooms."

   She was clearly puzzled by this and frowning slightly she asked, "Aren't
they empty?"

   "Yes Sophie."

   "But then why...?"

   "I thought we might have a little fun dear."

   "What kind of fun Miss?"

   I paused before I answered and placed my hands under my breasts pressing
the material of my blouse taught to emphasise their busty outline.  From
there they travelled down to my waist and traced my contours downwards over
my hips and thighs as I slowly caressed my body for her benefit.

   "Ladies fun." I answered.

   "Oh, do you mean...?" Embarrassed now she looked down at the floor and
uttered in a very shy, very quiet voice, almost to the point of
inaudibility.  "Can we do that at school?" She asked doubtfully.

   "Of course we can sweetie; girlfriends can make love anywhere as long as
they're careful.  Especially when they're feeling randy." I winked.  "I've
found us somewhere very special; somewhere no one else will look."

   She still didn't seem happy at the suggestion and I bit my lips slightly
before continuing.  "That's if you still want to have some fun and games
with me.  Or perhaps you've grown tired of it already and you don't want
any more of me?" I frowned.

   She opened her mouth to protest but I forestalled her as I picked up a
book and somehow managing to 'drop` it so that it hit the classroom floor
just in front of where I was standing.

   "Oh dear." I said.  Would you mind kneeling down and getting that for
me? My old bones aren't getting any younger."

   Without another thought, she stooped to the ground and went down on her
knees to pick up the book for her teacher.  She tried to rise again and she
would have if my hand hadn't arrested her progress.  Her eyes now level
with my legs; I reached down and slowly drew my skirt upwards.  I wanted to
give her an eye full, test her reaction to my charms as it were, and
besides it would give me a buzz if I saw she was still interested.

   Her eyes widened with adoration as she stared at my shapely legs and the
creamy flesh of my full thighs.  She quickly licked her lips, her lust
evident to me and I gave her a half smile tinged with lust and superiority
as she knelt before me.  A wicked shiver ran through my body as I drew the
skirt up even further to show her my silk knickers bulging now as my
womanhood ripened with excitement.  I was already moistening between my
thighs, noticeably so judging by the dark wet patch spreading across the
material where I felt her gaze.  I in turn stared at her dainty little
mouth with its perfectly shaped pouting lips, heavenly instruments for my
selfish pleasure and with luck a bizarre repository for acts that featured
all to often in my darker fantasies.

   "Do you want to play Sophie?"

   "Oh yes Miss I do." She gasped.

   I gave her my best smile and stroked her hair as I spoke.

   "Thank you for reassuring me dear.  There are so many games we can play
together when we're alone, but there's one very special one we haven't
tried before which I would really like us to do."

   "What Miss?"

   I sighed slowly as I released my skirt and with our faces level I gently
cupped her elfin chin and asked in a gentle voice.

   "Am I still your favourite teacher Sophie?"

   "Oh Miss," she gushed, "you're the best teacher in the whole world, I
love you."

   I glanced at the door for a second and then bent forward to touch her
lips with mine in a slow sensual kiss, my lips roving softly against hers
before sending my tongue wriggling between them to explore her mouth and
caress its insides.  I filled her mouth with my saliva as our lips began to
writhe more vigorously; my jagged breathing accompanied by our sloppy mouth
dancing filled the empty classroom.  A low moan escaped me as we pulled
apart gasping and our lips parted with a wet plop.  A glistening bead of
spittle still connected us until it fell off and landed on my chin and
blouse.

   "I'd like us to do something a bit naughty but lots of fun." I whispered
in a husky voice "It's a different kind of game and if you like it enough
we can do it lots and lots of times whenever we like."

   Her eyes met mine as she searched for my reassurance.  I gave her a
quiet smile, my eyes dancing with hers and her face lit up.

   "Yes Miss.  Yes please." She gushed.

   My mind formulated a picture of the kind of activities this meant.  I
blinked quickly and paused, stroking her hair absent-mindedly and chasing
my thoughts as they raced around inside my head and I battled to regain my
composure.  With a long sigh, I succeeded and stood up again, giving her a
brief smile.

   "Carry these two books with you dear.  If anyone notices us, which I
doubt they will, we'll look like any other teacher and pupil."

   My pace quickened slightly as we passed the milling children in the
corridors until we found ourselves climbing a deserted set of stairs
leading to a small stretch of barren corridor.  A pair of locked doors soon
greeted us, which I quickly unlocked and relocked as we flitted through the
entrance and entered a dark empty classroom.

   Fortunately, the electricity was still on, so I switched a light on and
closed the door snugly behind us.  I led the way to the storeroom, which
used to hold papers, books and all the various teaching material needed for
the science rooms and again closed the door behind us, locking it as I
switched on the light.

   "You okay?" I asked quickly as I began undressing smartly, eager to get
down to business.  I undid the buttons on my blouse, pulling it off my
shoulders to let it spill on the floor.  "Hmm?"

   "Yes I think so."

   "Good." I pulled the zip down its runner and my skirt came off my hips
to travel down my stockinged legs, leaving me standing in my underwear. 
"Dear?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "About what I want you to do next."

   "What's that Miss?"

   "You know you said you love me Sophie?"

   "Yes I do Miss."

   "Do you really love me like you've never loved any one else in the whole
world?"

   "Yes even more than Mom sometimes.  She wouldn't let me do things with
her, she's be cross with me if I said I wanted to."

   "That's true dear.  Only I can do things with you and I want to do
something with you right this minute.  I want to do a pee pee."

   "Oh."

   "And I want to do it into your mouth." I said my breathing now
noticeably faster.

   "A pee Miss?  You want to pee in my mouth?" She whispered in awe.

   "Yes Sophie.  I want you to drink it all up as well." I said quickly,
hardly recognising the husky sound of my own voice.

   "Oooh Miss...!"

   "If you truly do love me you'll have to prove it.  You should love
everything about me.  That means everything that comes out of me as well, I
want you to let me piss in your mouth and show me what a good little lezzy
you are by drinking it all up for me.  That's if you REALLY want to make me
happy dear hmm, well do you?" I pouted theatrically, hoping I sounded
suitably sulky, after all a bit of manipulation never goes amiss when
you're trying to get your own way.

   "I'll try Miss." She sighed.  "What will it taste like?"

   "Well dear there's a very good way to find out." I said raising my
eyebrow.

   There was a swish as my silk panties slid down my stockings and a loud
snap as.  I reached round my back, unclipped my bra fastener, and tugged it
off my cleavage causing her eyes to stare at the swinging pear shaped
breasts and large upturned nipples.  Enjoying every second and aroused
beyond measure, I reached down and pulled my labia lips apart to show off
my pink cunt meat and protruding clitoris framed by a luxuriant black
forest of pubic hair.  I reached over to my handbag to undo the catch and
bring out a white plastic funnel which I handed down to her.

   "Just put the stem in your mouth Sophie.  That way you won't get your
self all wet for your next lessons if you spill or I go too fast for you."

   Seeing her dumfounded look I bent down to help her out, gently inserting
the plastic pipe between her lips.

   "Just hold it like that my love, and when my piss goes into the top of
the funnel it'll go straight into your mouth without being spilt.  Now lean
back a little...  That's it, so you look at the ceiling.  Good.  Here goes
then"

   I pulled the dangling flaps wider apart and then crouched down so my
pussy was inches away form the funnel.  The first drops trickled out of my
urethra and hit the rim of the funnel sending rivulets of urine down
through the stem.  Now with her eyes bulging in anticipation, I let go of
my bladder and watched as my piss cascaded from the end of the funnel.

   Her eyes met mine in panic as she received her first taste of my piss,
her mouth filling quickly with the hot salty liquid.  Luckily, she rallied
after a moment and relief swept me as she began to take her first swallow.
I heard her gulp and saw her throat bob vigorously as my piss increased its
flow and coursed down in a sighing hiss.  I began doing my part to regulate
the speed of my spending; making sure it didn't splurge out and overwhelm
her.

   I was using her as my human toilet.  Sometimes my mind sweeps back to
this first act of toilet sex and I shiver from the top of my head to the
tips of my toes.  There I stood a mature 36-year woman, naked apart from a
pair of black stay up stockings looking down hungrily as a lovely
seven-year-old girl drank my piss.  This was the very start of it all the
beginning of bringing to life things I had previously hardly dare dream of.


   She closed her eyes and settled down to a controlled rhythm of gulping
and swallowing as she drank down the golden liquid.  I remember peeing for
a long time and feeling alive, like I'd never done before during any
previous kind of sexual encounter.  Every sound, the steady tinkling of my
pee as it sped down the tube, and then each gulp as she drank it is still
there.  Even the unmistaken smell of pee, as it mingled with my arousal
remains trapped in my mind.

   "Drink my hot piss lover.  Come on girlfriend drink it," I said in a
wheedling voice.  "Drink it Swallow my piss darling; drink it all down for
me.  Make me happy."

   My vulgar words spilling out in a sweet wheedling tone as I acted the
slut.  All of this and the look of her beautiful face as she accepted my
wishes made me want to be the girls whore.  I wanted to have her for my
wife.

   "Oh darling you've done so well.  I'm so proud of you Sophie dear." I
sang.

   The stream slowed and then stopped completely as I straightened up and
pulled the plastic device from her wet lips with a plop.  I was gone now,
beside myself as I replaced it with my vagina and glued my dripping wet
labia to her mouth.

   I was so close to the edge it only needed a touch of her lips against my
clit to blow me away.  I blew a stream of cum out, managing to hit the back
of her throat as I ground myself into her.  Both hands held her face in
tightly for me to neatly fuck, as my orgasm let loose and her mouth found
itself once again coping with spurting liquid.  It happened so quickly that
it even took me by surprise seeing her drinking from me like that had had
its effect on me and I humped down with animal ferocity.

   "Oh God!  Ooooh God Sophie.  Fuck!  Oh fuck!  Yes darling!  Drink me,
drink my cum!  Swallow it."

   My orgasm subsided but I needed more and I pulled away for a second to
whirl round and brandish my trembling buttocks in her face.  I pushed back
at her, wedging her in between the plump mounds until her mouth was against
my sphincter and her nose was breathing in my anal scent.

   "Suck me darling.  Do it like you did for me last week and don't stop
until I tell you to." I urged.  I shuddered, my toes stretching in ecstasy
as I felt her tongue stiffen up and push into my anus, wiggling inside my
bowels like a hungry worm.  I held the shelf for support and folded my arms
for my head to rest between as I closed my eyes, concentrating on the
wicked sensations coming from within me.

   Low moans slid out of my lips as my features creased up.  I whispered
her name and gently told her how wonderful she was and how much I adored
her as I basked in her worship of my most intimate opening.  I felt my next
orgasm building within me and nurtured it, wanting to draw the sensations
out until I could bear it no longer.  I heard myself sobbing with the
effort and then my body took over, seeking its release as I shuddered
against my lover.  I don't know how it happened then, just the excitement I
suppose, but my bowels shot open to send a large hiss of gas out as I
farted in her mouth.

   The perversity of the action made me whimper, the sound of the muffled
roar filling her mouth and sounding loud in the small room.  I drew my
buttocks away from her and turned round again to present her with my cunt
inches away form her face.  I flicked my clitoris with my fingers for a
moment before I jerked forward and began spurting over her cheeks, once
again' sending rivulets that ran down like a man's semen.  I watched it hit
her and remember begging her to open her mouth, which she did.  Some went
in and she swallowed it but most of it coated her face in a runny swathe.

   "I'm soaking." She complained

   "What?"

   "You've made me all wet Miss."

   "Oh...  Yes, I have.  Sorry."

   It took me some time to come round.  I reached for my handbag in a daze
and pulling out a pack of moist travel wipes I bent down to cleanse her
face of my secretions, dropped the soiled tissue into the cavity of the
bag, and sighed.  With a dreamy look on my face, I knelt down to brush my
lips against hers for a moment.

   "You're wonderful Sophie." I told her

   "Was I good?"

   Oh yes, very good." I whispered.

   "Good, I'm happy Miss." She smiled.

   I smiled back at her.

   "Did you mind when I puffed in your mouth honey?"

   "Oh that.  Well it felt sort of funny and tasted like your bottom but
even stronger."

   "Well I thought you did very well not to pull away.  I'm so pleased that
you didn't close up on me."

   "I wouldn't do that."

   "Good.  What would you do if you were sucking me there when I needed to
do something, something more than a puff?"

   "Oh that." She said in a quiet sounding voice.

   "Ugh huh, that."

   "Yes." She answered after a pause.

   "Darling, just to make sure you understand exactly what I mean, listen
to what I have to say and then answer me again.  When we go to my house
again on Tuesday I'd like to play some bottom games with you, and that
means not only doing what you were doing for me just now, but other things.
Other very grown up things such as keeping your mouth open when it's in my
bottom.  Like when I need to poo." I stated calmly.  "Do you understand
EXACTLY what I'm talking about Sophie?  All the food I have eaten and
digested will be turned into lot of brown smelly waste.  When we go back to
my house again I want you to let me shit right in that pretty little mouth
of yours, then I want you to chew it up, swallow it and take it all down
into your stomach, EVERYTHING!"

   She looked up with a solemn expression on her sweet face and nodded.

   "And you'll do as I wish?"

   "Yes Miss of course if you want me to."

   "You'll take everything I give you?"

   "You're a good girl Sophie, You drank so well today, and I'm so looking
forward to seeing you eat from me."

   Tuesday came at last and saw us climbing into my car to begin the
journey home an hour's drive away from the school.  She sank into the
leather of my comfortable front seat, took a yellow baseball cap, and
pulled it onto her head giving her a roguish expression.  I told her she
looked just the part and we both broke into laughter as I gunned the
engine.

   Finally, we arrived at my home and I pulled the car into the crunching
gravel of my driveway and led her inside.  I led her into the sitting room
where I pulled two silk pink ribbons out of the drawer in the large Welsh
Dresser.

   "Keep still Sophie I'm going to put these in your hair." I said.

   "Awe Miss.  Do I have to?  They make me look like a baby." She
complained.

   "That suits me dear."

   I took great care braiding her hair into two perfect pigtails, then
stepped back to admire the result.  Sophie was transformed into the most
beautiful little girl you could ever imagine.  From her honey-blonde hair
sprouted two twining pigtails, each one adorned beautifully with a dainty
pink bow complementing her cheeky elfin features.  She was a sunny natured
girl, her personality as bright as her smile, which she flashed back at me
as my eyes drank her in.  Her face was pretty, her eyes a light blue,
sparkling with a zest for living and love.  A few light brown freckles
spread out across her cheeks added to her sense of innocence causing my
smile to widen.

   "You look gorgeous darling.  Just a picture.  I'm so happy to have you
with me darling."

   She walked towards me and - to my surprise - lifted my skirt and knelt
down pressing her face into my knickered crotch.  Her arms wrapped
themselves around my hips as her hands clutching my buttocks.  I stood
motionless as she rubbed her mouth against my crotch and licking along the
furrow of my labia flattening the material against me.  I let out a long
sigh as my hands found her head to gently pull her in deeper.

   The spontaneous demonstration of love made me gasp again as she buried
her lips in my crotch.  It soon had its effect as I churned my hips into
her face, taking one hand off her head for a moment to reach down and pull
at the waistband of my knickers.  I slid them down off my legs to cover my
shoes before gently kicking them out of the way completely.  Now she had
total access to my womanhood.  I moaned long and hard as she worked at me,
her tongue everywhere at once as it flicked here and there against my clit,
around my labia, flattening to lick prod as she drove me insane.

   My moans grew louder as the minutes passed by.  I used her pigtails like
reins, guiding her face here and there, as I pressed myself against her
lips, smearing her in the cream that poured from me.  Finally I came,
crying out in a voice that sounded like despair, as though I'd just lost
everything in the whole world as I held her to me.  So strong was my
passion, that I shook for minutes afterwards as I held onto her head
stroking her hair and whimpering.  I pulled my panties back on and told her
how grateful I was, how happy she had made me by making love to me without
being asked and that she could do that to me anytime we were by ourselves.

   Some time later, I don't know how long, I managed to make us a coffee
while Sophie went to the living room to watch kids TV.  I was insatiable
though, so much so that as I began preparing the evening meal I found
myself shaking slightly, my thoughts jumping ahead to the coming evening
and the perverted actives I had planned.  Telling myself to relax, and if I
couldn't do that, not to show Sophie how excited I was, I managed to get
the meal on the table and call her away from the telly.  I had her sit down
to eat her meal, making sure she didn't have too large a portion.  It
wouldn't have done to have her stomach full considering what I had planned
for later.  I sighed at the thought and squeezed my thighs together, my
panties beginning to dampen as I ate.

   With the meal finished, I washed the pots and smiled at her insistence
to be allowed to dry.

   "I have something else you might prefer Sophie.  Something I bought just
for you."

   "Oh Miss."

   I went into the cupboard and handed her a new game.

   "Oh Miss thank you.  Thank you Miss it's brilliant..."

   I knelt down before her and tilted her chin up to look into my eyes as I
spoke in a voice as soft as silk.

   "I'm glad you like her dear.  I'm glad you're happy.  I'm going to go
upstairs now Sophie, to prepare myself for you.  If you keep making me
happy there'll be more presents like this."

   She turned away quickly as she began playing with the game but I reached
over and took hold of her hand.  She looked up at me as I guided it to my
crotch to place it against my sex.  I held it there for a second, and then
slowly began to rub, staring into her eyes.  She began feeling me now, her
hand working its will against me as I sighed.  I let go of her with
reluctance and stood up knowing there would be more soon.

   "I'll call you."

   With that, I left her playing on the computer and went upstairs to get
ready for the coming night.  I threw my clothes off and got into the
shower, soaking myself until my skin glowed a light pink in the hot
reviving water.  I fixed my hair, stroking the long tresses with a brush so
they fell past my shoulders in a silky swathe.  As usual, I took meticulous
care applying my make up and perfume, it always gave me more confidence
when I looked beautiful and I wanted to intoxicate her with my appearance
and scent.

   At last satisfied, I cast a final look at my mature but not too old
body, taking in the sight of my perky breasts with their spiky pink
nipples, my flat stomach and long lithe legs.  I sighed with satisfaction
and donned a lacy blue bra and panties.  To finish the effect off I
selected a pair of fishnets and made my way down stairs.

   She was playing with the game but stopped as I stood in front of her. 
Without a word I reached behind my back, undid the clasp of my bra, and
pulled it away, my breasts springing out like ripe pears.  The little
girl's eyes grew larger as she took in the swinging globes.  In the next
instant, I swung the bra in a loop behind her head, and laughed as I
pulled.

   "Up, up." I chuckled.  "Enough of games.  Time for teacher."

   She rose from the carpet and as she did, I took off up the stairs gently
towing my lover to the bedroom.  She began to giggle as I hustled her into
the room and lay her down on the bed.  I made a great show of shaking my
breasts about so they swayed and jiggled before her.  I wasted no more time
as I pulled down my panties and threw them across the room leaving me naked
but for my gaudy fishnets.  I climbed onto the bed to the accompaniment of
jangling springs and walked on my knees up over her skinny chest to rest my
hairy bush on her face.

   Her giggles became muffled in its depths as I sank down and ground into
her.  She didn't need any prompting to begin pleasing me with her beautiful
tongue; she let go with gusto, her ministrations soon sending me into
ecstasy.  She worked on me for over an hour as I urged her on like a bitch
in heat coming three times.  The last time took longer as I drew it out
until I could stand it no longer, coming like an express and sending the
headboard crashing against the wall as I cried out.  I was satisfied for
the time being and I took her by the hand to lead her into the bathroom.  I
guided her to a black rubber mat in the centre of the large marble bathroom
and lay her on her back.  She didn't have to be told what to do as she
opened her mouth wide leaving me nothing to do but step over her.

   "What about the funnel Miss?" She asked.

   "Its okay love, that was just to teach you how to do it.  Now we can do
it without, don't worry it'll be fine." I said gently.  I crouched down and
after a couple of seconds a few drops fell out and hit her on the nose,
them suddenly I let go with a steady stream, filling her mouth with my
golden shower.  My breathing quickened again as I smelt the aroma; I could
feel the warmth of the stream in my nose and watched as she gulped it into
her stomach with relish.

   "Good girl, that's so beautiful seeing you do that for me.  You're doing
so well."

   She didn't spill a drop and succeeded in drinking me dry, she even
licked her lips on the last drop as I shook it off my dangling lips.  Truly
wonderful, it's a site I never tire of, I was pleased to see she relished
my favours and know there would be many more occasions when she would be
asked to put her drinking skills to use.  I turned around standing over her
so that I faced her feet and bent forward, resting my hands on my knees so
my ass stared at her.  Now I was coming to the difficult part.  The one act
we had discussed.  The ultimate trial of her devotion.  I framed the words
my next words carefully, hoping she was still willing to go through with
it.

   "Please can I eat your poo now?  You said you would do it to me.  In my
mouth Miss and then I can eat it all up for you."

   My breath caught in my throat when I heard the childish words form such
a bizarre request.  The youngster was being corrupted irrevocably, her
tastes perverted to my needs and it was delicious in every sense.  I
flicked my hair back over my shoulder as I turned my face round to look
into her eyes.

   "Of course you can darling.  I'm so glad you want this as much as I do
Sophie.  You don't know how happy I am."

   I pulled the milky globes apart for a second, giving her a view of my
arsehole and watched over my shoulders as she opened her mouth in
readiness. I pushed my ass closer to her face and began to strain my
muscles.  In seconds I felt a turd slide out of my bowels and stretch open
my anus.  It hurt, no wonder, it was a monster at least three inches in
circumference and still sliding out.

   Sophie formed her mouth into an oval as the head grew longer shortening
the distance between us until it brushed her lips for a second before
pushing them wide open, stretching her jaws as wide as they'd go until it
pushed past against the back of her throat.  A brown-yellow ridged monster,
it filled her up completely, her cheeks swelling up like a squirrels
storing an acorn.  Some acorn, it eventually stopped slithering out of my
ass leaving a thick sausage protruding from her stretched mouth.

   "Chew it now Sophie." I prompted.  I pressed a hand between my thighs to
masturbate as I watched the filthy spectacle below me, my words as obscene
as the shit I was feeding her with.  "Start chomping on my shit until it
starts to break down into mush then you can start to swallow it.  Yes,
that's it sweetie keep going...good girl, eat my smelly shit dear!  Take
every bit of it!  When you've finished with that, I'll shit in your lovely
mouth all over again.  Yes...Yes...Come on!  Come on!  Eat it!  Eat it! 
Swallow it darling, Ohh yes my lover, you're turning me on so much. 
Fucking hell Oh God!  Eat my fucking crap." I cried.

   My hand pistoned into the depths of my squelching cunt as I watched the
beautiful youngster devouring my reeking shit.  Finally, after more chewing
and chomping, she swallowed the last runny morsel with closed eyes and an
ecstatic expression on her cute face.

   "Open your mouth again sweetie."

   With that, I let out a loud wet fart that splattered more brown shit
over her lips and cheeks and then let loose with a series of runny turds
that quickly filled up her mouth.  She kept up with it, chewing and
swallowing my hot stinking goo relishing every morsel, moaning steadily as
she ate.

   "Oh darling, that's so beautiful.  You don't know what you're doing to
me.  What a gorgeous site.  Yes honey eat!  Eat everything!  Don't stop
darling!  Eat me lover.  Eat all of my stinking brown shit.  Eat my shit.
Eat my shit!" I wailed.

   Inevitably, there was more than her mouth could handle and a pile of
turds wound around her lips and cheeks like a molehill, a hill that was
moving up and down on top of her chewing jaws as she ate.  Finally, the
deluge ceased as I spat out the last coil of light brown shit.  I moved
away from her and looked down to see how she was managing and was amazed to
see the mound lessening, sinking into her mouth as she took it down bit by
bit into her swollen stomach.

   I crouched down and lowered my buttocks over her face rubbing them round
and round as I guided the pile into her mouth.  My once pale cheeks now
brown and clotted I smeared myself over her cheeks and forehead, even her
hair so that it changed its colour from blonde to brown.  I continued
masturbating as I watched the erotic scene of her consuming my shit and
moaned loudly as the last morsel disappeared into her munching jaws and was
gone.

   Her belly protruded indecently from her meal as I stroked it lovingly
with my hand knowing it was full of my brown treasure.  I looked down at
her brown streaked face and smiled into her eyes as I praised her.  My girl
friend, my special lover who I adored.  I led her to the shower where I
lathered her with soap caressing her body and face as I cleansed her small
body clean of my waste.  Then towelled her dry, wrapping her lovingly in my
huge warm bath towel as I led back to bed to further indulge my appetite.

   I awoke in the early hours and looked at the clock by the bed.  It was
five thirty.  I stretched as I yawned and looked down at my girlfriend who
was breathing gently, her lips parting as she breathed a dreamless sleep. I
was consumed with lust, eager for more sex even though I knew I should have
let her sleep on.  I wondered what to do; I had never felt like this until
now.

   Being highly sexed was a condition that hadn't affected me before.  When
I was married it certainly wasn't, in fact sometimes it'd been a struggle
to reach an orgasm with my husband.  Right now I felt like a raving
nymphomaniac, I couldn't get enough sex and it was all down to this
youngster sleeping in my bed.  I was a different woman, almost reborn,
vibrant and uninhibited, needing the most perverse activities to satisfy
me. I thought about our love.

   Could it continue?  Would we be found out?  It would be so easy for
things to go wrong; one slip would be enough to land me in serious trouble
with the school.  I knew the risks and yet I felt I was falling in love,
which was stupid when you considered the difference in our ages.  Maybe it
was because of this, even though we couldn't communicate on the same level
as two grown women and share our feelings that way, I still felt closer to
her than I had ever done with anyone else.

   Or maybe all of that was fanciful thinking?  A disguise for my lust, a
justification almost.  I didn't know as I smile down at her and pulled the
covers gently away from us.  I propped my head up with my hand as I leaned
on my elbow to look down at her, my hair cascading over my face and
caressing her cheeks for a moment.  Suddenly she stirred, her eyes finding
mine as she woke.  She reached out, touched my nipple, and watched as it
grew out of my breast to stand out and tilt upwards.  I closed my eyes at
the sensation, feeling her touch light my fire so easily.  Finally, I took
her hand away and placed my own underneath the orb to guide it in to her
mouth.  I pushed slowly, letting the fleshy pear fill her up as her eyes
widened.

   "Suck me." I whispered.  "Suck my tits."

   I held her head up off the pillow as I gently led her to nurse.  She
licked and suckled at my engorged nipples and tit flesh as I guided her
back and forth between them, nursing her like a baby as I listened to the
loud wet slurping she was making, then pushed as she sucked, leaning
forward now to get more in as I quietly fucked her face.  I started to moan
softly, Sophie beginning to as well, and soon the room echoed to the sound
of our lust.

   Suddenly I know I had to have more and whimpered as I guided her down
off the bed until she knelt on the floor in front of the mattress.  I sat
before her and opened my legs, pulling my cunt lips apart and guiding her
forward with my hands.  With her mouth working wonders I placed my fleshy
thighs over her shoulders to squeeze her cheeks and criss-crossed my calves
around her back.  I held her there as I came into her mouth and then turned
around, going onto all fours to have her do the same with my other hole.

   Finally, we lay on the bed draped in each other's arms kissing like only
lovers can.

   "I'm feeling hungry." She whispered.

   "Umm."

   "Is it time for breakfast yet?"

   "Uh huh...  Its time for your breakfast."

   I saw her eyes change as the penny dropped.

   "Oh."

   I searched her eyes with mine, half smiling half questioning.

   "Still hungry?"

   I saw her blush as she nodded shyly.

   "Good."

   I got off the bed and Sophie followed.  The early morning light
streaking gently across our nude bodies as I led her by the hand to the
bathroom door.

   The end

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