Tutoring Zoe, Part Three

by Single Mom

This story is fiction, but like most fiction contains some elements of fact.

Terri felt it her good fortune that she hadn't seen Shirly Buckley in over a month. On one occassion, she had seen her walking down the hallway holding a young male child's hand, and they just happened to be coming from the direction of the teacher's lounge, but Terri decided it was best if she drew no conclusions from that.

Zoe's "Tutoring" was going well. She was not only learning, but managed to teach her teacher a few things as well. Terri was amazed at Zoe's sexual maturity, and she attributed that to the fact that Zoe was the daughter of an active and open lesbian. She had to have seen and heard things that most kids never do.

There was one minor setback in mid November when after over an hour of mad, passionate love making in the "Love nest", they were both drenched with perspiration, their faces covered in their lover's juices and cum. Terri decided that they should stop at her apartment on the way to Zoe's house so they could shower and freshen up properly. They dressed quickly, and just as they were stepping out of the closet and into the classroom, the cleaning lady used her master key to unlock the classroom door.

"OH!" she cried out, staring at the disheveled teacher and her equally disheveled student. Realizing what she had walked into, she quickly backed out of the classroom, closing the door behind her.

Terri's heart leaped to the back of her throat, then recovering, she told Zoe, "That never happened. It was the imagination of a sick old lady." She took Zoe's hand and hurried to the parking lot, and to her car.

Zoe was impressed by Terri's apartment, as were most people who had seen it for the first time. She was particularly impressed by the king-size bed and the full-length mirrors on each side of the bed. Terri explained that they were leftovers from her marriage. She instructed Zoe to get in the shower while she called her mother and explained that they would be late. It wouldn't do to have the police looking for them.

Little did she know that it wasn't a problem. Claire acted as if she didn't even realize that Zoe wasn't home. What a waste; they were making love in that fucking closet when they could have been doing it here in her apartment, on her king size bed, in front of mirrors. Who says that tutoring has to be done at school and not at home? She wouldn't ask, because she felt safer not knowing. Terri stripped off her clothes and joined Zoe in the shower.

She would never get enough of looking at this little girl, at her half of a plum sized breast, at her pink nipples, at her bulbous ass curving outward with round bottoms just waiting to be kissed and bitten and licked, at her bee-stung lower lip that Kelly loved to kiss and suck on. She felt no guilt, only love and passion for this child that God had put in her classroom. This had to be what God had in mind for her when he put her on this earth.

Zoe was covered from head to toe in soap suds, making herself "Squeaky clean," for her teacher. "Be sure to wash real good down here," Terri said, taking the soap from the child's hand and lathering up her own hands. Zoe spread her legs when she felt her teacher's hand on her pussy, her fingers entering the folds of flesh, poking inside of her, thrusting in and out. Just as Zoe began to stiffen in anticipation of an orgasm, her teacher moved her finger back toward Zoe's "poopie hole." Terri stared into the child's face as if to seek permission to enter.

"Uh-huh," Zoe moaned, bending her knees and spreading her legs still farther apart.

"Uh-huh?" Does that mean "Yes, Miss Terri?" the teacher chastened.

"Yes, Miss Terri," the child said through a broad smile.

"Yes what? You'll have to tell me in grown up words."

"I want you to fuck my asshole with your finger," Zoe replied, startling at the feel of her teacher's middle finger entering her to the second knuckle before she could finish her request.

Kelly was physically in an awkward position to be of much assistance to her young lover's efforts involving her anus, so she used her free hand to enter Zoe's vagina as Zoe bounced up and down by flexing her knees. Terri could feel her other finger through the thin wall separating the child's vagina and anus, which stirred the young girl to even greater heights of passion.

"Uh . . . uh . . . uh," Zoe grunted on each downward stroke, driving her teacher's finger in to the hilt. Her eyes were closed and she was chewing on her lower lip as her teacher began to suck on her small breast and suddenly stiff nipples.

Zoe's knees gave out and she sank to the bottom of the tub in a body-trembling orgasm. Terri lifted her up and showered her with kisses, her face, her lips, her neck and breast. "Sweetheart, that was a good one, wasn't it?"

"Uh-Huh. That was my very best one ever."

Terri leaned her against the wall at the far end of the tub, and directed the shower spray at her pubic area to clean her up. "Hold it open baby, and let some water in there. We don't want you going home smelling like sex."

Zoe used her fingers to hold her labia open and adjusted her position to get the greatest affect of the shower spray. "It feels like somebody's peein' on me," Zoe said.

"Yes baby, I suppose it does feel like that," Terri laughed.

"Do you wanna pee on me?"

Now where would a child get an idea like that? Terri wondered. "That doesn't sound very sanitary baby," Terri said.

"Why not? We're in the shower. Don't that make it sanitary? Besides I saw people do it on the Internet, and I think it's way cool."

"Oh you do?" Terri chuckled. "Well if it's way cool, I don't know how I can resist. But remember, what ever you want, you're going to have to ask for it using grown up words."

"Kay, I want you to pee . . . piss on my pussy. Please. Pretty please with sugar on it." Zoe said, leaning back, hips thrust foward, holding her labia open.

How could she resist this beautiful child, no matter how perverted it felt? Terri squated slightly to reach the right height, then holding her own labia open, she released a stream of urine directly onto Zoe's clitoris, then lowered the stream to her open pussy.

Zoe's reaction to the "Golden shower." was unbelievable. She ran her hands through the stream of urine, rubbing it into her small pussy, licking her fingers, while spasmodically twisting and trembling, reminding Terri of someone going through an epileptic siesure. This was not Zoe Pettit's first golden shower.

Terri wrapped the young girl in a thick terry towel and carried her to the bedroom where she placed her in the center of the king-size bed. She kissed the child's forehead, then her cheeks, her nose, and then her full lips, which opened to accept her teacher's tongue.

"Your mother's going to be worried if we don't get you home soon," Terri said softly.

"I don't care," Zoe whispered, her voice and eyes filled with anticipation.

"But she might be upset or angry with you, baby."

"I don't care," Zoe repeated with pleasurable expectation of what was about to happen.

"You're a naughty little girl," Terri said, spanking her playfully on her hip.

"Yep. I am, 'cause I like to fuck."

"Look in the mirror," Terri told her as she began to trace a wet line with her tongue from Zoe's chin to her navel.

Zoe placed both hands on her teacher's head and pushed gently.

"What do you want Miss Terri to do, sweetie?"

"Lick my pussy," the child whispered.

Terri moved lower to Zoe's pubic bone. "Lick it, or fuck it with my tongue?" Terri asked, her own excitement showing in her voice. "Miss Terri want's to hear you say it sweetheart."

Zoe began thrashing about on the bed, her back arched, her hips thrusting while riveting her attention to the images in the mirror. "Your tongue," the child moaned while spreading her legs to give her teacher better access.

Terri reached down with her left hand and traced circles around her own clitoris. "My tongue what? What do you want me to do with my tongue?"

"Please Miss Terri! Fuck my pussy! Pleasssseee!" The child cried, clawing at her teacher's hair and furiously thrusting her hips.

Terri ran her tongue over the girl's already enlarged clitoris, then down to her labia, swollen with engorged blood and wet with the droplets of juice seeping from the walls of her still-smooth and un-corrugated vagina. She glanced sideways to peer into the mirror at the face of her young lover, distorted with passion, eyes rolled back, lower lip trembling, and moaning softly.

Terri began to think that she was multi-dexterous, able to masturbate while making love to her young lover's pussy with her lips, tongue and fingers. Her own clitoris throbbing as she sucked on Zoe's. The room was filled with the sounds of soft whimpers, moans, and animal sounds, such as that of a cat's motor running as it lapped a bowel of milk.

Terri had to fight off an on-rushing orgasm as she reached under her child lover and found that beautiful pink sphincter. She pressed her index finger, wet with Zoe's juices, against the child's clenching asshole. "Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh," Zoe moaned, begging her teacher to continue as she thrashed her head feverishly from side to side.

Still sucking the juice from the child's labia, Terri pressed on, feeling her finger pop past the tight sphincter to her first knuckle.

Remembering that she was no longer in the cramped, hot closet at school, Zoe cried out in passion. "Fuck me, Miss Terri, fuck me fast," Zoe cried out, thrusting her hips, driving the teacher's finger in past the second knuckle, taking it in to its full length.

Terri gripped her clitoris betwen her thumb and first finger, masturbating it as if it were the small penis that it appeared to be, keeping time with her young lover's thrusting.

"Cum for me baby, cum for Miss Terri," she whispered while struggling to hold off her own orgasm.

"Ok . . . ok . . . soon . . . Uh Uh Uh . . . Now! I'm cummin' now!"

Terri clamped her mouth over the childs gushing pussy as she went through her own body trembleing, gut wrenching orgasm.

Drenched in love sweat, they lay face to face, hugging, kissing, and licking each other. They had been making love for over a month now, and it never grew old, only more intense. Not once had Terri experienced that "cold light of passion spent regrets" that she had heard about after having forbidden sex. She was in love with this little girl, and had no intention of allowing it to be brought to an end.

Shocked at how much time had past since they had left school, Terri panicked. "Sweetheart, we have to get dressed and get you home, before your mother calls the police."

When Terri arrived at Zoe's house, there was only one car in the driveway, so she pulled in behind it. Her intention was to drop Zoe off at her door and leave quickly. She had no desire to explain to Claire Pettit, why she was bringing her daughter home at such a late hour.

Zoe had no sooner opened her car door when Claire pettit appeared at her front door. She waved and smiled, and Terri's heart skipped a beat as she was reminded of how much Claire looked and acted like a grown up Zoe.

Before Zoe could get out of her door, Claire ran up to the car. She stuck her head in the open door and held out her hand to Terri. "Hi, how you doin'?" she asked.

Terri took Claire's hand and held it for longer than she thought she should have. The hand shake was gentle and warm and sensual, and Terri felt as if sparks would jump from Claire's fingers to her's when they seperated.

At that very second, Terri realized that it wasn't just Zoe, but that she suddenly had erotic feelings for all beautiful women. Relieved that there was no anger or suspicion in Claire's voice, she said, "I'm fine." Terri finally said, "I'm so sorry that we are so late, but—"

"Oh shit, hon, don't worry about it. I knew that Zoe was with her favorite teacher and you would see to it that nothing happened to her."

Terri breathed a silent sigh of relief. "I would never—uh—"

Claire cut her off with, "Why don't you come in for a cup of coffee or something so we can chat and get to know each other a little better?"

"I—I would love to, but you must be busy."

"OH shit, my uh—housemate is out of town visiting her family and I would sure welcome the company."

"Well, if you insist, I could use a cup of coffee—or something."

Claire stepped back from the car door and said to Zoe, "Honey, you go up and get ready for bed, then you can come down and say good night to Miss Terri."

To be continued in Chapter 4

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