Message-ID: <12165eli$9806141628@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12165.txt> From: lyndstorys@aol.com (LynDstorys) Subject: LynD>>TEACHER TOUCHED ME******** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998061410130000.GAA10669@ladder03.news.aol.com> Teacher Touched Me I was 14, and had just started getting my periods. I wondered why I had taken so long. Some of my girlfriends had started at 10 and 12. One girl had even started having sex at 11. I was still collecting porcelain dolls and holding my mothers hand at the mall. One day it was right in the middle of lunch hour. I had a tummy ache. If I had been home, mother wouldve given me an enema, Im sure. I didnt know what to do. I felt very sick. I went in to see my teacher Mrs. Tietz. A good looking woman, a widow who dated Mr Brown the shop teacher. “Mrs. Tietz may I please be allowed to go home. I feel awful. My stomach hurts real bad since I ate lunch.” I whined. She took my hand and dragged me to see the nurse, who wasted no time taking my temperature, listening to sounds in my stomach with a stethoscope, and arriving at the conclusion that I simply needed a Fleets. “A what?” I asked. “A disposable prepared fizzy enema. Its nice. It feels good. Your tummy will stop hurting.” I felt embarrased. Only my mother or grandmother had ever seen my bottom or given me an enema, and that was with the big red bag or the big bulb. The nurse had me strip from the waiste down. She inserted the enema into my anal canal, and told me to wait at least 2 minutes before making the 2 foot walk to the toilet. I got relief and was released back to Mrs. Tietz. I thanked the nurse and left. “So, feeling better are we?” teacher asked. “Yes, I just needed an enema .” I whispered. “Come and let me examine you. She began to feel my stomach like a doctor would. She had pulled my blouse up and my skirt down enough to expose my panties so she pulled those down some. She felt all around my navel. Felt my left side over my appendix. She felt the tiny hairs growing in the triangle between my legs. She hugged me to her and said, “Im glad youre better.” Then continued to examine me. I thought she was a little out of line. I couldnt tell if she was my nurse, my teacher, or that guy who was all hands I dated last week end. With her right, meaty hand, she helped herself to my pussy area. “Does this hurt?” I answered No, afraid if I ran I would get an F. And I was curious what would happen if we kept going. I know what boys and girls do. But what do two females do?? She stroked the outside of my pussy lips. I responded by widening my stance. Then her fingers went inside my labia--pussy lips, and massaged me there. One finger went up inside. “Let me see if you are starting your period, that could give you a tummy ache.” Her fingers came up out of my panties clean. Her desk was always immaculate, so it was easy to clear a space to lay me out on the desk top. She pulled blinds down. Locked the door. Then pull off my skirt and panties. “Do you like being examined?” I shook my head yes, speechless at this point. She felt my budding breasts, “What a lovely young girl”. She said. I had never felt more admired and appreciated, so I let her go on. “Does your boyfriend love you enough to give you oral love?” she asked as the touching and seduction continued. “Is he a man or a young boy.” “Well he is a year older that me, a boy I guess.” “Let me show you what a man will do to make you feel loved and good. Then when it happens, you wont be afraid. OK?” And she giggled a bit like Dr. Ruth. She pulled me across the desk, with my bare butt scraping the rough top, and spread my legs wide. Then each hand grabbed one side of my pussy lips with their tender blond almost invisible hairs, spread the lips, and exposed the rose bud which my teacher called the clitorus, or, clit. She delicately licked it up and down. I heard someone moaning. It was me! I had never felt so dreamy, except maybe when I was engrossed in a really good book about romance She brought me to a climax there on her desk, and had a glowing lovely smile on her face. I put my legs together grabbed myself down there, and continued the shaking and moaning and shuddering for a while longer. MY FIRST ORGASM. It was lovely. and all because my teacher touched me. We had a few more interludes before I started high school. Maybe I could tell you more. 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