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Subject: A GOOD TEACHER 

		    A Good Teacher
	      (My First Time Experience)

     It was a rainy, Friday night. I was a thirteen year old paper
boy, out collecting from my customers. On my paper route were two
brick buildings of apartments. I was looking forward to them just
to get out of the rain. The long halls both up and down stairs were
lit by a single naked bulb. Very few of the people were home when
I knocked on their doors.
     In the second building I had three customers. The first,
upstairs wasn't home. The second was and he was grumpy as I waited
for him to scrape up the forty-five cents for the weeks paper. He
growled at my 'Thank you' and closed the door. I walked reluctantly
to the last customer at the end of the downstairs hall. I knocked
and waited. The click of high heels came toward the door and the
lock clicked. The door opened and she looked at me a moment.
     "Collect for the paper, Mrs. Bell?" I asked
     "Oh, uh sure. Just a second," she stuttered.
     She turned from the door and then turned back.
     "You're soaked. Would you like to come in and dry out a
little," she asked. Her eyes were bright and she motioned into the
apartment.
     I stared a moment. I knew that she was a school teacher. Not
at my school but one across town. She was still dressed in the
skirt and blouse that she had worn to school that day and the high
heels. In retrospect, she must have just gotten home.
     Warm, welcome odors wafted from the apartment and I looked at
her full womanly figure. I wasn't sure but she smiled and her brown
eyes seemed inviting.
     "Yes, Mam. I guess so," I stammered.
     She closed the door behind me and pointed to a chair in the
small, crowded living room. I glanced around at the lived in room
and felt immediately comfortable.
     "I was making hot chocolate. Would you like some?" she asked.
     I stared up at her for a second. Her breasts seemed like
pyramids form below. Sharp pointed, white encased pyramids. Her
blouse clung to her body like it was wet
     "Um, Uh, yes, Mam," I croaked.
     She smiled and turned out of the room. I could hear the soft
sounds form the kitchen as she did things. Soon she returned and
handed me a hot mug of steaming hot chocolate. Her red full lips
smiled softly as she sat down on the sofa across from me.
     She sipped her chocolate and looked at me. I sipped mine and
looked at her. Slowly, I became aware that I could see up her
skirt. I burned my tongue.
     She was wearing a tight, dark blue wool skirt. Her knees were
a few inches apart and what I could see was faint but visible. Her
bare thighs above her stockings were white and touching together.
Just above them I could make out a small white triangle. I decided
I had better stop staring. I glanced up and found her watching me.
Her lips were curved in a peculiar smile. I looked away to the
window.
     The shade's were down on both of the windows but I could see
shadows from the street light on the corner. Lightening flashed in
the distance and I could hear the rain on the glass.
     "Sounds like it might rain all night." She spoke finally, her
voice soft and distant sounding.
     "Yeah, uh, yes, Mam." I looked back to her face. I was having
trouble keeping my eyes above her chin.
     "Do have very much collecting to do tonight?" She licked her
red lips and sipped her chocolate.
     "No, Mam. The apartments are at the end of the route," I lied.
I didn't even know why I did. She glanced at the window and I
looked down.
     Her knees were further apart. Her thighs weren't touching and
the small white triangle had become a white band between them. I
swallowed hard and felt heat rise in my crotch. Her legs opened a
little more. I could see the sheen of the nylon panties. I looked
up quickly. She was still looking at the window.
     "What grade are you in, Jeff?" She turned to look at me.
     "The. . ." I had lost my voice! "The eighth!" I blurted.
     "You're thirteen, then?"
     "Yes, Mam. Two months ago."
     She seemed pleased with the answer. She rose, taking he cup.
     "I think I want some more hot chocolate. How about you?"
     "Yes, Mam, please," I replied, eagerly, handing her my cup.
     I watched her wool encased hips as she walked to the kitchen
door and disappeared. I pushed at the bulge of my cock in the front
of my jeans. It felt like it was swollen to full size. I was no
stranger to it being hard. It got that way often enough. And
sometimes at the wrong time. I wasn't sure this was the right time.
     She sat the her cup on the end table and bent down to set mine
on the coffee table at my knees. I didn't remember the top two
buttons on her blouse being open. I could see the valley between
her large breasts and even an edge of her white bra. My cock jerked
and I almost gasped.
     "There you are," she said, dropping slowly onto the sofa.
     I lifted the cup and sipped slowly. My tongue was already
burned enough. The chocolate had a faintly sharp aftertaste. I
didn't remember that in the first cup.
     "Do you like my special recipe for hot chocolate?" she asked.
     "Yes, Mam. Its very good." Warmth was spreading down my throat
and into my stomach.
     "Do you have a girl friend, Jeff?"
     "Uh, well, um. . . No, Mam." I could feel the blush sweep over
me.
     "Tell you what, Jeff. Why don't you drop the 'Mam' and just
call me Grace." She leaned forward as she spoke. The flesh hills in
the 'V' of her blouse looked like they would jump out any second.
     "Yes, uh, okay, Grace." It was hard to say her name. It was
hard to talk.

     "Fine." She leaned back with a smile and crossed her legs. Her
skirt had ridden up until I could see the underside of the crossed
leg all the way to the top of her stocking.
     Another sip or two of the chocolate and I was feeling very
warm and strange. It was good and made me feel good. I wasn't sure
if I should be feeling that way.
     "That chocolate tastes great but I feel a little weird," I
said.
     "Bad?" she asked, watching me. She uncrossed her legs and
turned toward me, knees apart.
     "No, not bad. Warm and funny." My eyes dropped to her knees
and they were wide apart. The room light filled all the shadows and
I could see her thighs and stockings and the crotch of her panties.
I saw a dark, wet looking spot on the nylon. I wondered if she had
wet her pants.
     Things were getting a little fuzzy. I looked up at her face
she had a strange look in her eyes. I could see a little
perspiration on her upper lip. I bit my lower lip. It was a little
numb.
     "Did my chocolate cause that?" She was looking at my lap.
     The front of my jeans was one big bulge.
     "Uh, No!" I stammered, twisting and turning trying to make the
bulge smaller.
     "Then what did?" She was leaning toward me, her eyes fixed on
the bulge. Her tongue licked her full red lips and her nostrils
seemed to flare. The way she stared at it made it worse. My cock
started to throb.
     "I . . . I don't know," I lied. "It just does that sometimes."
     I was about to panic. I set my cup in the saucer on the table
and started gathering my route book and raincoat.
     "I guess I had better go," I stammered.
     "Oh, don't go just yet, Jeff," she said softly. Her slender
fingers curled softly around my wrist. It was like  electricity
flowing from her hand. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
     I laid my book and coat aside, slowly. My ears were buzzing
and I looked down into the valley of her breasts. Maybe just a few
minutes more.
     "What time is it?" I croaked.
     She looked at the clock on the shelf behind me.
     "7:20."
     "Well, I guess I can stay a little while," I relented.
     "Good! It's nice to have someone to talk to." She relaxed a
little but let her fingers on my arm.
     "Move over her on the sofa. I like to be close to someone when
we talk," she coaxed.
     I was reluctant to move because I would lose the vantage point
I had for sneaking peaks under her skirt. She tugged gently and I
rose and moved around the coffee table, crouched over. My cock was
still a bulge and I was trying to hide it.
     Her perfume filled my nostrils as I sat down on the end of the
sofa. She tugged at my arm.

     "No, down here, closer," she demanded.
     I slid across to her. She was still holding my wrist. Non-
chalantly she sat my palm on her stocking covered knee and covered
it with her hand.
     "Now, isn't that better?" Her eyes had that strange look
again.
     I nodded and reached for my cup. Turning it up I emptied it.
It burned faintly as it went down.
     "Empty?" she asked.
     "Yeah, but that's enough for now."
     "Here have a sip of mine." She held the cup to my lips. The
red print of her lips touched mine and I sipped the chocolate. It
burned much stronger than mine had. I almost coughed. She took it
away and turned the same place to her lips and watched me over the
rim as she emptied the cup.
     I was very conscious of my hand on her knee. I was also
conscious of the aching throb in my pants. Her eyes were fixed on
mine.
     "Your hand is so warm," she said softly. "Is that as warm as
your hand?" She pointed to the bulge in my jeans.
     Before I could find my stricken voice, she ask, "Does it
hurt?"
     "Uh, no!" I squeaked. Her hand was moving mine slowly back and
forth on her knee. My thumb curled the hem of her skirt with each
stroke.
     "What do you do when it gets like that?" She was staring at my
bulge. Her breathing was getting raspy. She licked her lips several
times.
     "Well, uh, well, nothing," I replied.
     "You mean it just goes away?"
     My thumb was disappearing under the hem of skirt with each
stroke. Her knees had opened to a 'V', the hem of her skirt three
inches above her knee. I was mesmerized with what she was doing
with my hand. I knew if she kept on, I'd be touching bare skin
above her stocking tops soon.
     "Most of the time," I lied.
     "Come on, Jeff. Don't lie to me," she chided. "You play with
it, don't you?"
     Panic. She had read my mind! I stared at her heavy lidded
eyes. She almost looked mystical. Her face was flushed. She was
breathing noisily through her red lips. I just stared, motionless.
     My whole hand was under the hem of her skirt. I could feel the
swell of her thigh as she stroked my hand back and forth. The
texture of the stocking changed from mesh to solid band under my
sweating palm. My ears pounded with the same pulse that throbbed
through my jerking cock.
     "Don't you!?" she hissed. My finger slipped over the solid
band of nylon and grazed soft smooth skin.
     "Yes!" I gasped. The impact of her bare thigh and her hypnotic
gaze slammed by adolescent system with unfamiliar sensations.
     Grace smiled and seemed to relax a little. She held my hand on
the nylon band. I could feel a button and a strap under one finger.
Her other hand had come to rest on my leg, inches from my crotch.
     "Does that make it feel better?" Her tongue peaked through her
lips as I struggled with an answer.
     "Yeah, uh yeah," I stammered. My own breathing was getting
raspy and rapid.
     "Does it squirt white stuff?" Her words were a hoarse whisper.
     She knew! She did read minds! My mouth work silently. No words
would come out. Finally, I just nodded.
     She almost growled. It was s moan and a sigh. Her eyes closed
and she pulled my hand onto her bare thigh and stiffened. I could
feel heat near my fingertips. Living, pulsing heat. Her eyes
opened.
     "Its been sooo long!" she gasped.
     "Huh?" My voice almost recovered.
     She shook her head and smiled.
     "Have you ever had sex with a . . . girl?" She seemed to be
deciding on the last word.
     I shook my head and swallow to a dry throat.
     She sighed and leaned back. I glanced down and her legs were
wide apart. Wide enough to push the skirt up and I was looking at
her white thighs and my hand on one of them. The wet spot on her
panties was very vivid and must larger. My fingertips were but an
inch from touching her panties.
     "I haven't had sex in a long time," she confessed. "I want to
very badly, now. Would like to do it with me?" Her eyes were wide,
now and she nibbled at her lower lip.
     I gaped at the fleshy thighs and the pussy that I knew was
just beyond that nylon band. My hand was basking in the heat from
her pussy. The word had popped into my mind and I played with it as
I enjoyed the view. Her fingers on my leg were squeezing slowly,
pulling the denim tighter then releasing, sort of remote stroking
to my cock.
     It wasn't that I couldn't decide if I did. I couldn't find my
voice to answer and I didn't think a nod was a good enough answer.
     "Yessss!" I gasped.
     "You are so much younger than I am. You can never tell anyone
about it or I will get in a lot of trouble."
     "I won't tell anyone!" I replied.
     "You have to promise on your word of honor."
     "I promise on my word of honor!" I didn't even know what that
was but I was so stirred up I would have sworn any oath imaginable.
     Her hand left mine and pulled my head toward her. Her hot lips
met mine and I stared wide-eyed at her face and closed eyes as she
kissed me. Finally, I closed mine. It seem the thing to do.
     Something hot and wet touched my lips and pushed through. It
was her tongue! She was frenching me! Something popped inside me.
My breath whistled through my nostrils. Her tongue explored my
mouth and wrapped around my tongue. Electricity was discharging
into my system from somewhere.
     Suddenly her tongue withdrew but her mouth stayed open. At
first I didn't understand then I probed timidly. I scraped my
tongue across her teeth and licked at the roof and sides of her
mouth. She moaned into my mouth and pulled my mouth tighter to
hers. I thought I would suffocate but I didn't care!
     Wheezing and gasping, she broke away and pulled my face into
her neck. Her hands were rubbing all over me. My arms, chest, back,
down my sides. Her long finger nails raked the denim of my jeans.
     "Touch me," she rasped.
     Where? I felt her thighs opening and closing on my hand. Hot
soft flesh capturing and releasing it. I pulled it out and stroked
her back. She whimpered and grabbed my arm and moved up to my hand.
She pulled the open palm to the front of her blouse. A large full
breast encased in cloth filled my hand.
     "Squeeze it!" she demanded.
     I squeezed and mashed the spongy flesh. I could feel a hard
button in my palm through the layers of cloth. I could feel her
hand working between us. I realized that she was unbuttoning her
blouse. Her raspy breathing was hot in my ear as she tugged the
blouse out of her skirt and stripped it off her arms. I look down
for the first time at a female torso, the top covered by just a
bra.
     "In back," she instructed.
     In back of what, I wondered. She pulled my hand from her
breast and guided it to the back of her bra.
     "Those are hooks. Unhook them," she continued.
     I started to struggle with them and it hit. I was undressing
a woman. When I opened those hooks, her breasts would be naked. I
started to tremble and couldn't get anything undone.
     "Wait," she chided. She pushed me back and put hers hands
behind her. One motion and the strain went off the straps. She
paused and looked at me. She realized this was a first for me.
Slowly, she brought her hands back, her upper arms holding the cups
in place.
     "You pull it off." Her voice was soft and thick.
     I lifted and pulled the cloth away from her body. The large
white globes of her breasts sprang into view. Dark brown nipples
crowned them with hard little buttons in the center.
     "Touch them," she rasped.
     My hands hovered for a few seconds and then went almost
reverently to the smooth skin. The nipples pressed into my palms.
     "Oh Yes!" she hissed. "Squeeze them!"
     I obeyed. I cupped and squeezed the spongy globes, rolling the
nipples between my fingers as she instructed.
     "Kiss them."
     I leaned forward and kissed the brown button of one.
     "Now the other."
     I repeated on the other.
     "Lick it!" Her voice was getting hoarse again.
     I flicked my tongue across the hard flesh.
     "Suuuuck IT!" She whined. Her hand clutch the back of my head.
     I opened my mouth and covered the brown crown and suckled like
a new born. She was trembling under me. I could hear her moaning
and groaning. Her fingers plowed my hair and raked my neck. I got
the hang of it and moved from one nipple to the other. It was
having a definite effect on Grace but it was driving me to a
frenzy.
     She pushed me away and look at me for several seconds without
a word, her hands holding my face. One hand slipped and trailed
across my chest and dropped to my lap. It lay for a moment on the
throbbing bulge in my jeans.
     "Now, lets free this hungry monster!" she said throatily.
     Her fingers found my zipper and opened it. The belt buckle and
the waist button followed. Two fingers slipped into the opening and
scrapped the bulge in my jockey shorts. I gasped and she smiled.
     Her fingers maneuvered to the opening in the front and warm
soft fingers curled around hard hot cock. Stars burst in my head
and I clamped my eyes shut.
     "Ooooo, its so hard and sooo hot," she cooed.
     Her fingers tugged and guided until I felt cool air on my
cock. I was gritting my teeth. I looked at her face. She was
intently staring at my lap. I looked down. Her whole hand encircled
the shaft, leaving only the head exposed. She squeezed and I
groaned.
     "You have a beautiful cock!" she whispered. "So pretty that I
want to kiss it!"
     My eyes snapped open wide and I felt the pressure build with
anticipation. She smiled at me and then leaned over. I felt her hot
breath first, then soft lips. Everything went blank and I lost
control. I groaned and my teen age balls jerked. Her wet hot tongue
licked the head and I started shooting come!
     "Mmmmmmmm!" she hummed. The first squirt hit her lips. I lost
contact all else after that. I arched my back and pumped my first
non-autosexual load of come. As I slowly came back to simple
sensory overload, I realized that I entire cock was encased in
something wet and warm. It was Grace's mouth!
     I wheezed and groaned for several minutes. She laved my still
hard cock with her tongue and made soft noises. It never went down.
It was still hard as a rock. Her mouth made a popping sound when
she released my cock and sat back up. There were drops of come on
her cheek and at the corners of her mouth.
     "Delicious!" she whispered, licking the corners and her upper
lip.
     I couldn't believe what had happened. She had sucked the come
from my cock and swallowed it!
     Her fingers still clutched the rock hard shaft of my cock.
Before when I had jacked off, my cock had shrunk. Now it was as if
I hadn't even come.
     "Now, its my turn," she said.
     Her free hand grasped my hand and pulled it to the crotch of
her panties. The nylon band was wet and slippery. She pressed my
finger into the slit and juices squished out onto my finger. She
pulled it back and forth over an bump I could feel through the
gooey cloth. Each stroke made her gasp and her hips jerk.
     She pulled my hand from her crotch and lifted it to my nose.
The subtle sharp odor of pussy filled my nostrils.
     "That's what hot pussy smells like," she informed me. She
rolled my hand over and pushed my fingers into my mouth. "And
that's what it tastes like."
     I was not put off my the taste. As a matter of fact, it was
good. It also made me curious to know what it tasted like first
hand. She pulled my hand back to the slippery nylon.
     "Rub the button," she whispered, guiding my finger.
     I rubbed back and forth over the slick, wet cloth. The button
seem to swell and grow. Her legs spread wide and her head rolled
back on the sofa. Her hips were lifting and shifting with each
caress.
     "Oh God! Inside!" she gasped. One hand pulled the waist band
of her panties out, the other pushed my hand down inside. Suddenly,
my fingers were buried in a hot, slippery slit. Juices coated my
fingers and she gasped and jerked as my finger probed and searched
the gooey folds.
     "There! THERE!" she barked.
     I found the fleshy knob and rolled it under my finger. She
jerked and thrashed. Her mouth dropped open and she held onto my
arm. Suddenly her back arched and she jerked violently.
     "Oh! FUCK! SHIT! FUCKING PUSSY!" she rasped. "SOOO FUCKING
GOOD!"
     I watched and waited. She thrashed and bounced for several
seconds and then slowly sank back to the sofa. My hand was drenched
with juices from her pussy. She pulled my wet hand out of her
panties and looked at the shiny, wet fingers.
     Without a word, she lifted them to her mouth and methodically
licked her own pussy juice from them.
     "Now, we can fuck," she said matter-of-factly.
     I nodded. I was too lost in all that I had seen. I glanced at
the clock on the shelf. It was eight thirty.
     She rose on wobbly feet and pulled me up with her.
     "We're going to bed." She led be to the bedroom and clicked on
the bedside lamp.
     She unzipped her skirt and peeled it and her slip off. I stood
in awe, my cock hanging out, looking at her body. White panties;
garter belt and stockings. Her dark nipples were still rigid and
pointed.
     She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and
stripped them off. I stared at the black bushy hair at her crotch.
I was so enthralled that I almost wasn't aware that she was
stripping me. Suddenly, I was naked.
     She dropped knee first to the bed, pulling me with her. She
rolled onto her side. Somehow I was on my side, facing her, inches
away. Her long fingers curled around my bobbing cock and tugged at
it slowly. I felt it grow to full size and throb again.
     "God! I need your cock!" she rasped.
     She rolled onto her back and pulled at my cock. I clumsily
followed her lead and found myself lying between her full, soft
thighs. Her fingers pulled at my swollen dick.
     Suddenly, something hot, very wet and very slippery enveloped
the head of my cock.
     "Push it in!" she commanded.
     I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Her hand released my
cock and both hands grabbed my ass and pulled. I sank to my balls
in the hot, wet sheath. I gasped and almost fainted.
     "Pull it out and push it back in," Grace coaxed.
     I tried to master the motion. Each move sent intense
sensations through my body. My breathing became more ragged with
each thrust.
     "Yessss!" she hissed. "Do it! Harder!"
     I lost contact with reality. My body took control. The
pressure built. Passion saturated my mind and body. I worked my
hips clumsily, pumping my dick in and out of her clutching hole. I
was vaguely aware of the squishing sound the juncture of our bodies
made. A faint, distinct smell of sex filled my nostrils. All
factors pushed me quickly toward a climax.
     "Now! Now!" she barked. her body strained and jerked. Her back
arched and her hips pumped.
     She arched high off the bed and froze. Shudders ran through
her straining muscles. Her fingernails raked my back. Suddenly, my
balls jumped and blazing colors flashed behind my eyelids.
Unbelievable sensations exploded in my body. It felt as if my whole
body and sole were spurting from the end of my cock!
     Long minutes passed as I tried to find the world and reality
again. I wheezed to the surface. Grace was clutching my body,
whimpering. Her hole clutched in spasms at my waning dick.
     "Sooooo gooood!" she crooned.
     She rolled me slowly back and forth, her eyes closed, her body
slowly ebbing back to a stable state. I watched her, fascinated.
     At nine fifteen I was dressed and reaching for the door knob.
Her hand rested on my arm. I looked up into her brown eyes.
     "I hope we can do this again, soon," she whispered.
     "Me, too!" I replied. I looked at the hills of her breasts in
the 'V' of he robe and almost turned back to the bedroom.
     She kissed me on the cheek.
     "Thank you, Jeff," she said.
     The door closed behind me and I went back out into the rain.
The bike ride home through the rain was a vague dream.


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