Chapter 11: Sue's Sexy Schoolteacher

Posted: April 21, 2002 - 12:00:00 am

All good things must come to an end and the college student's summer sojourn with his aunt and her nubile daughters was no exception. His amoral activities during his four-month visit did, however, have a lasting effect that went beyond the debauchment of his adolescent cousins and the first manifestation effect of this involved eleven-year-old Sue.

Dear Dairy - I sure miss Bill. And Jan, too. Cept she's sposed to be home weekends. I think Mom guessed what Bill was doing to her. I'm glad she didn't find out about him and me. Mom sez she's going to take the teacher as a boarder. She was staying next door at Eileen's place but something happened and I guess she asked if she could board here.

Hi Cuz;

I bet you never spected to get a letter from me. But I'm lonely. Jan is gone and so are you, so I don't get what you taught me to like. When are you gonna come and visit? I'm jealous coz Cathy is getting what I got this summer. It's not fair coz you taught me how and you taught me to like it so you oughta come and give it to me.

Mom is taking our teacher in for a boarder. She's kind of pretty but she looks even thinner than Eileen. Maybe, if you come to visit, you can get her too? (I'm only saying that to get you here. If you come, I want you all to myself.)

Bye now,
Your little cousin, Sue.

Journal, Sept. 20 - I haven't done this since I was sixteen bit I've decided to keep a diary. I wonder how different it will be than twelve years ago? Anyway, I'm in my new boardinghouse. And I'm not going to have to listen to what I did in the other place. Bonnie is divorced so there won't be any men here. I'll write some more after I get settled in.

Dear Diary - Boy, is teacher ever quiet. I knew, at school, that she was kind of shy but, at home, she's even worse. I wonder if she has a boyfriend? She's pretty but she's sort of thin. I bet, if he was still here, that Bill would be trying to get into her, though. Speshly her mouth. It's not very big but she has big lips and I know from how he done Eileen what he'd want with her.

Journal - Sept. 27 - I have to begin doing this every night or it's not going to work. I like it here. There's just Bonny and her daughter, Sue. Sue is not quite twelve but, if I hadn't seen that on the school register, I'd guess she was at least three years older. She's already bigger than I, up top, not that I'm big or anything, but she's still really large for her age. She looks at me a lot, as if she knows something that she wants to tell me. I wonder what it is? Maybe I'm just imagining things? Anyway, I don't have to listen to the sounds of sexual intercourse every night. Or worry that Mr. Taylor is going to get in bed with me and rape me. I honestly believe that she would have let him. Maybe even egged him on.

Dear Diary - I sure miss Bill. And Jan. Ever since they showed me how fun it is to do things, I want to do them all the time. I wonder if teacher does? She says she don't have a boyfriend so maybe she likes girls? But, if she does, maybe she's too shy or she thinks I'm too young?

Journal - Sept. 30 - Well, I did better. It's only three days since I last wrote. I'm really getting to like Sue. She's so friendly and she's a pretty little thing, too. Well, not so little, but she's pretty. I have to write something more about me but, tonight, I'm too embarrassed.

Dear Diary - I think I know why teacher doesn't have a boyfriend. I'm sure she likes girls. I seen how she's been looking at me. But she don't say nothing and I guess it's coz she's so shy. Maybe I can find a way? It would sure help if I had that kind of company.

Journal - Oct. 1 - It's Friday night and I just had a drink (actually, four) with Bonny. So now I'm over my embarrassment and I'll write what I couldn't write last night. I'm getting to be an old maid! I'm almost twenty-seven and I've never ... well, I'm not going to write that. I'm not that drunk. But I'm an expert at masturbation. I wonder if the real thing is better? (Is a coke bottle 'the real thing'? I ought to try.) But, ever since Uncle Bill touched me, ten years ago, and got me all excited, I've been scared of guys. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn't had an attack of conscience and stopped when he did? Or even if I'd agreed to let Janey be my room mate at college. Now, when I think back, even if it's degenerate, it was sure satisfying. But if we'd been room mates and doing that on a regular basis, someone would have caught us. Anyway, it's back to my faithful five. (Fingers, that is.)

Dear Diary - Annette got drunk last night. And I seen her diary, only she calls it a journal. She plays with herself, just like me. But she aint never had the real thing. It sounds like she done it with her friend Janey, though. I'm going to get in bed with her tonight. Mom is away and I'll pretend I'm scairt, alone.

The shy schoolteacher, Annette, was in bed. There was a bright harvest moon shining in the window of her room and she was lying there, sipping on a gin that she'd sneaked from Bonny's liquor cabinet. It was, in fact, her third, and she'd refilled the bottle with water so Bonny wouldn't know it was gone. Now, under the covers, she stretched her slender body and caressed her firm curves, pinching her nipples as she prepared to try to quench the increasingly frustrating desires that preyed on her mature, virginal body.

"Uh ... Hi, Annette? Can I come in?"

The shapely youngster, Sue, was in the doorway, her lush, young body covered by only a short, flimsy nightgown,

"Oh? Oh, yes, Sue. If you want to?" The woman's hands quickly appeared from under the covers as she closed her legs and rolled to her side. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Uh, not zackly. I was just? Like? I get scairt sometimes at night."

The girl sat on the edge of the bed. "Can I? Like? Can I get in with you, Annette? When I get this way, Mom lets me get in with her?"

"Oh, Sue? I don't know?" Then, when Sue's lower lip began to tremble, as if she was going to cry, the woman relented. "Just go out for a moment, dear. I need to do something before you getting with me."

The girl did as she was asked, guessing correctly that the teacher wore nothing to bed.

"It's OK now, Sue. You can come in."

The teacher was in bed, the covers up around her chin, and Sue quickly slipped in beside her.

"This is lots better.", the youngster sighed as she snuggled up to the schoolteacher. "I felt so alone. I useta get into bed with Jan before she went away to school. Do yuh have a boyfriend, Annette?"

"No. Not at the moment, anyway, Sue." The woman could feel the youngster's ripe curves molded to her body and an unwilled heat built in her belly. It brought back vivid memories of her three stolen nights with the dominant Janey who had taught her how two girls could relieve each other. She was sorely tempted to do some snuggling herself and could barely restrain herself from slipping her leg between Sue's.

"Didja ever sleep like this? I mean, with another girl?"

"Not really, Sue. I was an only child and I didn't have any real close friends. Do you have anyone you sleep over with?"

"Well, sorta. Like, there's Nancy. You know. In grade nine. And Jan and I do, a lot. She showed me ... like? ... maybe I better not tell you?"

Just at that moment they heard Bonny coming home and Annette decided that Sue should go back to her own bed,

Dear Diary - I like being in bed with Annette. It's lots diffrent than with Jan coz she's not fat like Jan. I like Jan's softness but I like the firmness of Annette's body, too. She acted kinda distant but I think I might of got closer if Mom hadn't come home soon as she did.

Journal - Oct. 1 - I can't sleep. My little student, Sue is the cause. The little minx got in bed with me tonight. If she wasn't so young I'd think she was coming on to me. I wonder? No, she's not even twelve, yet, no matter how developed she is. I guess it would be awful if, in fact, we did anything like that. It would be something to teach her, though. Like Janey taught me. Why am I such a wimp? It's not as if I was going to take her virginity or do something that would have an irrevocable effect on her. It didn't bother me, except for fear of getting caught.

"Can I get in bed with you again?"

Annette was almost asleep when she heard the whispered request. "Huh? Oh, Sue. Oh, yes, I guess so.", she replied sleepily, forgetting that, as usual, she was naked. But, before she could correct herself, the youngster was in bed and snuggled close.

"Doncha wear a nightie, Annette?"

"Sometimes, Sue, but not tonight. Do you always wear one?"

"Yeah... 'cept when I get in bed with Jan. I like being close without it." And the girl quickly shed her nightgown and pressed her naked loins close to the woman's hips. "But you ain't as soft as Jan. I like that. Do you like being close to me?"

"Does your mother know you're here?"

"She's sleeping.", the youngster replied, knowing that her mother had demolished most of a bottle of scotch and was likely dead to the world. "But she wouldn't care, anyway. There's nothin' wrong with two girls ... women ... being in bed, is there?"

"You're such a sweet, innocent girl, Sue. When you sleep with your sister ... cuddle up to her ... does anything happen?"

"Whaddya mean, Annette?", the juvenile asked, feigning innocence.

"I mean ... like...", and the woman's hand moved slowly down over the girl's back to her lush bottom, then around in front to her plump, hairless mons. "Like, does Jan touch you like this?" And her fingers brushed lightly over the girl's narrow cuntal crevice.

"Uh? Uh, no? She never done that?", Sue lied as she raised her leg to give the woman better access to her pussy. "It makes me feel funny? But I like it. It's nice. Do it some more."

The schoolteacher was thrilled by the girl's docile acceptance of her lewd caresses and, as she cupped Sue's soft, smooth pussy, she was delighted to detect the slippery moisture that told of the youngster's growing arousal.