An 18yo boarding school student becomes involved in a close relationship with her English teacher who is not as pure and upstanding as she appears.
Rowena turned 18 while she was at St Katarina’s and she intended to spend her first Sunday afternoon as an adult relaxing on her bed instead of doing healthy outdoor pursuits which the school rules said she should be doing. Sometimes staff patrolled the school seeking out students who were hiding indoors but Ro had decided to risk it.
Because she was listening to her headphones, Ro did not know that she had company until she saw Sister Grace standing at the foot of her bed. Sister Grace was aged about 30 and taught English; she was known to be, “a bit distant but more or less OK”.
Ro tore out her headphones and thought desperately for a defence even though there really wasn’t one. To Rowena’s surprise, Grace smiled. The teacher came and stood beside the bed.
“If you stay here, the Prefects will find you. Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere more private?”
It was such a relief not to be in trouble that Ro completely folded and followed Grace without knowing where they were going. She found herself led upstairs to the Staff Corridor and along to Sister Grace’s private rooms (which were strictly out of bounds).
There was something of the school girl about the room. Of course, it had lots of bookshelves but there was a lot of pink fluffiness in the soft furnishings. Grace invited Ro to sit down on the two-seat sofa and offered her a drink; naturally Ro asked if she had lemonade or fruit juice but her hostess had other ideas.
“Now you are a grown up, we can do better than that.”
She poured some sherry out of a glass decanter into a small, narrow glass and advised Ro to sip it gently. The drink smelt of Christmas and, after the first taste, it was quite nice. Grace poured herself a sherry and sat down on the sofa. It was a small sofa so the two of them were creepily close together.
Grace spoke in an easy, relaxed manner and said that she had hated sports when she was at school and she quite understood that Ro would rather be in her normal weekend clothes than a little gym skirt and white T shirt. She complimented Ro on her white skirt which was about the same length as the regulation school skirt and on how well it matched the choice of bright red blouse.
Ro made the best conversation she could but had a constant feeling of being a school girl pretending to be an adult. Ro was in Grace’s class so there was a bit of discussion of the War Poets which was a topic on which Ro felt she could speak intelligently. However, Grace soon steered them in other directions.
“You don’t need to be so tense, we are off duty here and it’s just the two of us.”
As Grace spoke, her hand rested on Rowena’s thigh and she brought her face very close to the side of Rowena’s face. Rowena did not know how to react when she felt a moist tongue touch the rim of her ear. The teacher was speaking very gently and softly.
“Of course, an eighteen-year-old would love to be down in the village looking for boys but there is a much nicer alternative isn’t there?”
Ro had no practical experience due to a life split between boarding school and strict parental supervision but she was aware of the theory and, by now, it was obvious what Grace was talking about but surely she wouldn’t actually….not with one of her own students?
Grace was leaning forwards now and the arm not resting on Rowena’s thigh was reaching across her body and caressing the side of Rowena which was farthest from her. This meant that, short of breaking away, Ro was pulled gently towards her teacher. The hand lifted from her thigh and, gripping Rowena’s wrist, it placed the girl’s hand on the teacher’s own leg.
“It’s supposed to be a game for two you know.”
Rowena felt that she ought to say something but she had no *********** for this situation.
“Look I don’t want to get you into…I mean, I honestly don’t do this.”
Grace actually giggled a sort of girly giggle and said that she knew it was Rowena’s first time and that made it all the more special for both of them. She was moving her leg against Rowena’s hand and actively kissing the girl on the ear, the cheek and the back of her neck just where a piece of white skin showed free of Rowena’s long, brown hair. Rowena was very aware of how men could take advantage of a girl but this felt really soft and loving and, well, Sister Grace didn’t have a thick, smelly penis which she could ram into a girl did she. Grace encouraged her to put her arm around her teacher and Ro responded so that she was effectively hugging the older woman.
Soft cheeks rubbed against each other and soon lips and tongues were making contact. Rowena felt hands exploring her body, running up and down her back and around her waist and finding their way downwards to the button at the back of her skirt. She felt the skirt loosen as the button came undone and a hand eased the zip downwards.
Rowena’s bodily chemistry was bound to respond to all the stimulation which it was getting. 18 or not, she was still a healthy and rather repressed teenager possessed of all the instincts and drives which Nature designed into the software.
Grace whispered something and stood up. They were still linked together in a hug and they made a sort of half sideways progress through the open door into the bedroom where they landed as one body diagonally across the mattress.
As soon as Ro stood up from the sofa, her skirt began to fall and there did not seem to be a spare hand to rescue it so she just stepped over the fabric as it fell around her feet. Grace had used one hand to begin unbuttoning her own blouse displaying a pretty and quite brief white bra.
As they lay on the bed, Grace was working at Rowena’s blouse buttons and she urged the girl to return the favour so Grace’s blouse was soon cast to the floor and Rowena’s blouse followed suit leaving her in simple white bra and horrid, white school knickers and school knee socks.
They were rolling together on the bed and kissing deeply as their hands explored each other’s skin. Grace had pulled her own skirt up around her waist and steered Rowena’s hand to Grace’s pink cotton briefs where it caressed the soft, feminine flesh through the thin fabric. There was a distinct dampness and Grace moved her body and emitted a deep groan of obvious pleasure.
Grace was now underneath Rowena and she reached upwards and pulled the schoolgirl knickers down and off aided by Rowena shaking her leg to make the garment fall from her feet. Both bras somehow found their way into the air where they, presumably made their way to the floor and skin brushed skin as the sounds increased and so did the aroma of hot females.
Their bodies were entwined like two serpents and Rowena had a mental picture of an apple and a snake in a garden as she pushed her hand inside her teacher’s underwear and felt into the very wet cleft with its complex rose of protective skin folds. Hot fingers had found Rowena’s cleft now and were pressing upwards and finding that most sensitive spot of all where it soon triggered an explosive reaction.
Rowena’s legs came up and gripped around the elder woman and Grace clamped her mouth over Rowena’s in order to muffle the sort of howl which was almost certainly first heard in a cave beside a fire as wild beasts roamed outside.
When Ro had come down to a little way below her peak, Grace sat up with her legs akimbo and shed the residue of her clothes. It was the first time in the session that Ro had actually had a full view of her naked teacher. The woman had a thick, dark bush at her center and, free of the restraints of clothing, her breasts were full and rounded with large aureole. Grace told her student to lay on her back and she maneuvered herself so that her head was between Rowena’s legs which she pulled apart like a wishbone. Rowena was looking up at Grace’s very wet pussylips as the pedagogue used her fingers to part Rowena’s labia exposing the inner pinkness including the unbroken hymen. And then her tongue began to explore beginning around just inside the labia and then questing deeper sending electricity deep into the girl.
Rowena tried to mirror the teacher’s actions with her own tongue. She was aware that she was nowhere near as skilled as the older woman but Grace gave every indication of taking profound pleasure from her ministrations.
When both of them had come to orgasm more than once they lay side my side in each other’s arms as their breathing began to recover and the rivers of sweat streaking their bodies cooled their skin. Rowena slipped into a blissful sleep and was awoken by a nibbling on her ear.
“It’s time to get dressed my darling.”
Ro used the bathroom to wash herself down and then presented herself in the sitting room where Grace was clad in a pink (naturally) robe. Grace said that Ro should make her way back to her dorm and explain that she had felt slightly unwell but not wanted to trouble Matron. Sister Grace had found her and taken to her room for a drink and she had stayed there until she had felt better (all of which was true). Grace would support the story and, as Ro was such a gifted student, Grace would arrange one to one lessons for Sunday afternoons in addition to the usual English curriculum. A student who was so keen on her subject needed to be encouraged and stretched. Grace asked if Ro had ever heard of the Greek poetess, Sapho and she said that she owned a copy of her work which they would study together.
And that is how the Sunday routine began. Every Sunday afternoon, Rowena would rush to Grace’s flat for her “Special English Lessons”. Grace would always serve sherry which she said would help to get them loosened up and then, sometimes hand in hand, they would go into the bedroom. They would lay on the bed kissing and cuddling and clothing would come off leading to the pair of them entwining in ecstasy a d bringing each other to repeated orgasms. Sometimes, just for fun, they would race to see how quickly they could move from stone cold to a howling orgasm although they did not really start at stone cold because both of them had been building up to this all morning.
One Sunday, Grace asked if Ro would trust her to try something which she believed would bring a new level of fun to their proceedings. Ro trusted her new love totally so she readily agreed without knowing what her teacher had in mind and they held hands as they went into the bedroom. On the bed there was a single length of clothesline; Grace began to undress and invited Ro t do the same which took almost no time at all.
Grace asked her darling to lay face down on the bed with her hands behind her back and Rowena obeyed already feeling aroused. She felt her hands being bound and then Grace told her to roll over.
“This is my treat to you my sweet Ro. Today, while you are helpless, I will supply all your pleasure.”
Grace climbed onto the bed and lay on her side beside the bound girl. Her face descended and her sweet-smelling hair tickled Rowena’s face as she began to plant tiny kisses all over her face finally settling on her lips and giving a long, deep kiss with their tongues entwining.
When the need for air forced the kiss to end, Grace’s hands began to explore Rowena’s body, gently stroking her neat little breasts and then letting her fingers slide downwards over her almost flat, firm stomach. The questing, loving fingers brushed Rowena’s dark pubic hair and continued downwards stroking her legs.
Rowena was responding now slightly moving her body and emitting low groans. Grace’s head again came down and she was kissing the girl’s breasts and belly before her tongue settled above the pubic mound and licked downwards towards the intimate lips which received her full attention.
Ro was making louder, more urgent noises as Grace’s hands slid back upwards and began to part Rowena’s labia and dip into her very moist pink intimacy. Rowena’ knees bent of their own accord and she opened her legs a wide as they would go in invitation. The tongue had found her little bud now and the fingers continued their work with more force.
And then, with a wicked grin, Grace withdrew. Ro protested in desperation.
“No. You can’t stop now. Pleeees don’t just leave me like this.”
Grace gave a giggle, laid back and took the copy of Sapho from her nightstand.
“I shall read you a little story, my love.”
Grace read aloud from the extremely explicit and arousing Greek poetess as Ro’s wrists fought against their binding in an effort to get free so that she could attend to the feelings deep within the center of her body. Occasionally, Grace would allow a hand or a finger to stray to some part of the vison of erotic wonder just beside her.
It was not long before Grace’s will failed her, and she could no longer keep up the sweet torment. She cast the book aside and gave her full attention to Rowena’s urgent need. Hard, rapid movements pressed the final trigger and Ro had to exercise superhuman control to keep her howls below wall penetrating volume as her knees came up to her chest and she experienced the most explosive orgasm which she had ever known so far in her life.
Because Rowena had such an analytical mind which could operate on multiple levels, as she orgasmed, she heard somewhere in her mind the steady tones of a BBC newsreader.
“Witnesses report that the ground shook for many minutes and the blast left a crater many yards deep.”
And then it was done and Rowena slumped in exhaustion, fully spent. She was awake but only just. Her eyes were closed and all she was aware of was her slowly subsiding panting.
When her senses returned, Ro said that it did not seem right that Grace had not been brought to a pleasure peak and Grace asked Ro if she would be able to do it with tongue alone.
So, still with hands bound behind her back, Ro rolled onto her front and Glace lay face up with her legs parted.
Ro had learned from her mentor so she took her time with oh so tiny flicks of her tongue on and around Grace’s full and fat labia. Then she applied longer licks such as a dog might supply to its owner’s face. In between this, her little tongue just occasionally ventured a little deeper and then pulled away again bringing a moan of disappointment from Grace.
Every time that Ro needed to change position, she had to wriggle her body causing her erect nipples to drag on the bed. Her tongue was in deeper now, working around the inside of the labia and down into the full pinkness. Ro had discovered on that first Sunday that Grace’s hymen was no longer intact and she wondered how that could have happened bearing in mind that Grace was formally known as “Sister Grace” but she would never ask.
Ro discovered that by careful moving of her body, she could work her tongue deep inside of Grace while, simultaneously, rubbing her clitoris with her nose in a circular motion. This meant that Ro was breathing in huge lungfulls of, well, of Odour of Grace.
Rowena’s arms and hands were moving of their own volition in their frustration at not being involved in what was happening. This would have all been much easier had Ro not been restrained but, somehow, the restraint added a new dimension of pleasure. Grace was the older and more experienced woman and she had decided that her toy should be bound so Rowena was bound and would remain so until her mistress decided otherwise.
To Rowena’s huge delight Grace was very much responding to her ministrations both in her movements and audibly. Thus encouraged, Ro doubled her efforts and felt the body bucking and rolling beneath her face. Grace’s responses built slowly until they reached that wondrous point where the dam bursts and nothing can hold back the flow (literally and emotionally). Rowena shuffled her body backwards and enjoyed the sounds of a very happy English teacher.
I will leave my account there. You don’t need to be troubled by the untying, the gentle caressing and then the shared shower and the redressing.
When Rowena returned to her dorm, later than usual, after her “extra English lessons” she was sure that she must be glowing and that the other girls must suspect the obvious. But nothing was said. At least nothing was said to Rowena. What the girls said between themselves the following day I will leave you to imagine for yourself.
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