Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Part 3

by Joaane

I am still a happily married woman even though I now know that I am bisexual. I have already told you about my slide into obsession. I didn't know it, but it was about to accelerate.

Zoe is the eleven year old girl, who has been teasing me. She is one of my pupils who has been flashing her panties through the glass door of the cupboard, at the side of the Year Six classroom. She was now waiting for me next to my car. Standing, leaning against my car, she was the picture of innocence. She looked exactly the same as any other girl in the school. Only I knew that she wasn't. Only I knew that she was not wearing the regulation school knickers. I knew that her smooth young pussy was glistening and aching for attention just as mine was.

I got into my car and watched as she jumped in. She swiveled in the chair and leaned against the door. She put one knee up onto the seat. Her skirt was slowing being gathered up exposing more and more of her thighs. I was driving through the crowd of mothers and children leaving the school. I had to drive frighteningly slowly, afraid that she would soon be flashing her naked pussy to anyone who cared to look into the car. The heady mixture of terror and sexual arousal had me wetting the seat of my car. As soon as we cleared the crowd of mothers and reached the main road she pulled the skirt all the way up exposing her naked pussy and her belly up to her naval. She dropped the French knickers, she had in her pocket, into my lap and gently caressed her clitoris with her fingers all the way to her home, slapping my hand each time I reached across hoping to feel the warm smoothness of her pussy.

She led me up the garden path in an almost hypnotic state of arousal. There was nobody in, she was the first to get home each day. She unlocked the door and, taking my hand, she led me into her home. Without further ceremony I faced her and lifted her up with a thigh in each hand, spreading her legs around me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my next. I took her into the kitchen and laid her onto the table. Was this another dream? Was this real? I didn't care. She laid back on her elbows smiling as she did in the dream. Her sobs and whimpers were real enough. The taste of her, the smell of her and the warm feel of her, were all real. She raised her bottom as her back arched, giving herself to me completely. I thrust two fingers into her gaping cunnie hole and fucked her senseless. My own juices pumping into my school knickers in leg trembling and knee buckling squirts.

There was the sound of a key in the door. My heart stopped. My mind raced, what was I hear for, what did Zoe's mother want of me? Before panic could take over completely a little girl of six or seven ran into the room, my first thought was "That's were the teddy bear knickers came from." She was closely followed by her mother. Both girls had the family dark hair and glasses, but the mother was a beautiful but, full bodied woman of my age.

She held out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm pleased to meet you Miss Jones."

I took her hand, "Please call me Babs," I said. I was thinking, "I can't stand aloof, I have just fucked her daughter."

There was a short embarrassed silence which seemed to me to last forever, but it was eventually broken by Zoe. "Ask her mommy," she said. "The reason I have asked you round, is because of what Zoe has told me about you." She was talking in measured tones. My mouth had gone dry with terror. "I want you to give my girls private tuition," she said. I was in shock, I could practically smell the prison cell, "What!" I said in disbelief. "It's just that their tutor has had to stop. It was their Aunt but she has had to stop, her new partner doesn't want her to do it anymore.

"Is it me?" I thought, "Have I finally gone mad or am I dreaming again. I have just fucked her daughter on this very table we were now sat around, and all she wants to talk about is tuition."

"I should explain," she said, "I know you that have just fucked my daughter." I went white and tried to protest, but she put her hand up. "Don't deny it. It's ok, I have been making love to my girls since they were very little, as long as any of them can remember, from when they were still on the breast. They are all very sexually aware and make love to each other as well as with me. I want you to tutor them in all the subjects that I don't know anything about, but I can't pay you with money, but you can share in my family's love and in our love making. I know you like Zoe. I'm sure you would like the rest of us."

I sat there with my mouth gaping open. I was looking at them one after the other. Zoe was smiling and nodding enthusiastically, the little girl was just smiling sweetly. "No pressure," her mother said, "Your secret is safe whatever you decide. Their Aunt can continue until the end of this term. You have until then to decide."

We shook hands as she showed me out of the front door, as if she was saying goodbye to a salesman. I sat in my car, which still smelled of my sex, staring into space. I saw a group of girls wearing the uniform of my school. I ducked down not wishing to be seen. They stopped outside the house one of them leaned towards another and kissed her. She waited and watched the others walking off down the road and then turned towards the house and walked up the path. I had recognized them all. They were all in my year nine class, which makes them fourteen. Julie, the one entering the house is the prettiest of the group she hangs around with. I found myself wondering what she may look like in a thong, I was certain that the thongs were hers, I remembered the tiny triangle. My mouth was watering at the thought.

The next morning I walked unsteadily down the corridor towards my Year Six class. The same unruly mob came suddenly to order as they spotted me. Zoe was smiling as usual. All the same feelings gripped me as I called out the lesson subject which was the cue for Zoe to go into her act. There was no mistaking it, she was naked beneath her skirt. Her legs were spread and her pussy gaped invitingly. I was so aroused and so proud I wanted to say, "Look class I have fucked her."

Only I could see this wonderful display. It was for me alone, via the smoked glass of the cupboard, a mirror on the wall showing the loveliest thing of all. I knew then that I would be her tutor in all things. My thick cotton knickers had taken there usual punishment and were now very wet.

The lesson was at its height when Zoe's hand was raised. "What is it Zoe?" I asked. She came to my desk and once again laid an envelope in front of me. The same cheap type of envelope as before and the same lined paper inside. I opened it and in childish writing she had written, "I Love you, please fuck me." I slipped my hand up her skirt. There was no resistance this time. Her tight little bottom quivered to my touch and relaxed to allow access to her slippery slit and on to her clit. I inserted my thumb into her cunnie hole and stroked her clit with my forefinger. I stared at the class through unseeing eyes as I brought us both off together. I could feel her tremble as she hit her orgasm. No one in the class noticed anything. Other children come to my desk to quite innocently show pieces of their work and for advice. Nobody suspected anything unusual.

Putting the equipment away at the end of the lesson gave me another display but, this time, as she wobbled, she was able to touch herself. Once she had completed the task she stood up and, pretended to bite her nails.

"Zoe Stay behind please," I said in the voice of authority, which usually meant that punishment detention was about to start. All the class filed out giving sympathetic glances to Zoe as they went. Once we were alone the downtrodden sulky look disappeared and she giggled out loud and smiled broadly. "I love you," she said.

I waved her over to me. My desk was of the enclosed type, blocked off at the front, open at the back for ones knees with drawers at each side. I took class work out one of the drawers and placed it on the desk. I stood Zoe in front of me and kissed her open mouth. I backed her up, still locked onto her mouth, to my desk and guided her to crouch down into the knee hole. I then sat on my chair and drew it up to the desk.

Zoe needed no instruction at all, as I pretended to be working if anyone was to enter or look into the classroom. I felt her hand up my skirt and playing with my very wet gusset. I raised myself briefly to allow my knickers to be peeled down. I felt the wonderful feel of her hair on my inner thighs, which were trembling uncontrollable. I felt her snuggle up to my bush. I felt her spread my vulva. All my efforts to outwardly appear innocent were lost as I shook all over, as my eyes glazed over, as I stared into a missy dream world, as I moaned like an injured animal. She licked my clit with an expertise that belied her age. I was begging, "Please, please, fuck me my darling." There was no way that she could hear me, but she didn't need any instruction from me. She rammed most of her hand deep into my cunt and fucked me until tears ran down my face and I squirted my juices all over her face as my pussy throbbed through a magical climax.

My knees were still trembling as I walked to the staff toilets. I cleaned myself up and repaired my face and then stared into the mirror. I thought, "Mirror, mirror on the wall what is the most wonderful feeling of all"

Zoe was leaning against my car waiting for me again. Her face lit up when she saw me, in the way that only lovers do. "Text your mother," I said, "We are not going straight home." Without hesitation Zoe's fingers were a blur as she prepared the text. She sat straight in the chair this time looking very demur. I had no worries driving through the mothers and homeward bound children we were the picture of innocence. Once onto the Main road I accelerated. I knew exactly where I was going and why. Zoe just smiled up at me completely love struck.

I took her to where my husband and I store our caravan when we are not using it. Zoe's eyes lit up when she saw it. "Cool," she said, "Cool."

I parked the car and opened the door. Zoe was delightedly opening cupboards and drawers and got very excited when she found the small shower. Meanwhile, I had turned on the gas and had lit the fire. The place soon became very cosy and warm.

"Come here," I said. She didn't need telling twice. I was sat on the long seat. She stood in front of me. Slowly, very slowly, so that I could enjoy every moment, button by button, I undid her school blouse. It opened and fell to the floor. Her tits were mere lumps of promise but her little nipples stood out begging to be licked. I licked and caressed them. Zoe's eyes were closed as she milked every moment of its pleasure. I undid the waist band of her skirt which also fell to the floor. She looked so lovely as she stood there in just her socks. I kissed her gently in the lips. She held onto my neck and forced my mouth open and thrust her little tongue into it. Her passion was full of energy.

I pulled down the bed from the wall and watched as Zoe bounced on it. I stripped myself naked and climbed on beside her. Here we could make love, undisturbed, unhurried, beautiful, slow, sensual love until she, finally straggled my head presenting me with her sex. She teased my breasts and my nipples. She then fell forward to lick at my clit this exposed her whole slit from her anus to her little clitoris. I caressed her anus and down to her clit before finger fucking her. We rolled over and over, twisting this way and that giving full vent to our passion.

We lay arm in arm snuggled up together. "Tell your Mom I will tutor you girls," I said. She looked up to face me and smiled. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"Whatever happens between me and the rest of your family, this place will always be our love nest. Here, there will only ever be you and me, alone, loving and being loved.

I dropped her off outside her house. "I love you," she said, and ran up the path to her home. I detected a new skip in her step.