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Mitzi Seduces Mrs. Robinson

By: Tcs1956



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I think it must have been some kind of temporary insanity. What other way is there to explain where I found myself that day? Driving in my car, naked from the waist down, not knowing exactly what was going to happen when I reached the address that was written on the paper lying on the seat between my bare legs.

One thing I was sure about—the arousal was just leaking out of me and pooling on the cool leather seat. Then there was the fact that each time I stopped for a traffic light, I got this amazing tingling deep in my belly, wondering whether someone would pull up along side in a tall SUV and be able to look inside my compact car. Or what if I got stopped by a cop for a warning about a faulty brake light? I was not really sure whether the tingling came from dread or anticipation.

Here I was. Susan Robertson, respected school teacher. I'd been teaching English at Forsyth County Community College for almost 15 years—ever since I graduated from college. Teaching was what I'd always wanted to do. When I was six year old, I would line all my dolls up on my bed and read them stories. In one way or another, I'd been teaching ever since. 

I love words, I love language, I love literature, and I love sharing my passion with my students. When I felt like I was really relating to a special student, the thumping in my chest felt almost like the building of a sexual orgasm. I am THAT passionate about reaching my students. And if I do say so myself, I'm pretty good at it. I'd been nominated as our county's teacher of the year twice and had the respect of my colleagues. I wondered what the people I have coffee with every day in the teachers' lounge would think if they could see me now?

I'm sure they would think that I'd gone crazy. That's what I thought, too.

And I really wondered what my husband would think! I'd been married to the same man—Dave—since one month after we graduated from college. We'd met our freshman year and were each other's first serious relationship. We'd been generally happy for the past 14 years. But my state of partial undress in a semipublic place made me think that perhaps I should have experimented just a bit more before settling down to a pretty vanilla sex life. Is there any chance that Dave may be just as bored with our sex life as I am? Oh well; no signs of it. He seems quite content with the status quo.

Just then a van pulled up beside me at a red light. "Shit!" I thought to myself, "The driver's looking over this way." I was certain he could see that I was only wearing a little crop top that exposed a good deal of my stomach. But that was not the worst of it. Today it exposed a good deal more since I didn't have another stitch on. Instinctively, I tried to pull the short top down a little bit, but it did absolutely no good, it was so small that I had actually pulled it down below my breasts. Now I was totally exposed but everything seemed to happening so quickly that I hadn't even realized it yet.

"Oh NO!" I thought, "He's looking over at me." His eyes were playing over my breasts. Of course, that always happens and I've always kind of liked it...a lot actually. I have a nice pair—36D—and the thin little red top clung to them nicely. I looked over at him and smiled weakly, thinking that might distract him a bit. I hoped he would focus on my dark brown eyes and my full mane of dark brown hair that everyone compliments me on.

The distraction seemed to be working for a skinny minute, but then his eyes slid lower. "Oh shit!" I thought. "There's the double-take. He's seen me." It was at that moment that I finally realized that my breasts were completely exposed.

His eyes locked on my pussy, then my breasts, my pussy, my breasts. And as they did, I began to leak even more. By then, the paper that contained the address was all wet with my juices. 

Finally, the light turned green, and I mashed down on the gas. Mine wasn't a powerful sports car—it was a little compact that Dave and I could afford on two teachers' salaries (Dave teaches math at the same school). But I made a fast left at the end of the next block and Mr. Van Man flew past on the right, his head hanging out of the driver's window trying for one final peek. I had a moment now to at least pull the crop top back over my breasts even though my bad girl was telling me to just leave them visible.

All right, more about how I got myself into this situation. Almost every school year, there's one student who really gets to you. My rookie year as a teacher, there was Sean Anderson. This kid was always causing trouble, talking, telling jokes and generally testing my ability as a new teacher to control my class. But every time he'd push me right to the edge 

and I was ready to march him down to the guidance office, Sean would flash this wonderful "who me?" smile and I'd just have to smile back at him.

He really knew how to manipulate me. And I enjoyed it. I hear he's a lawyer now. It figures.

Then a few years later, there was Jenny Scott, a pretty little girl who hardly ever opened her mouth in class. I knew there was a lot going on behind those blue eyes of hers and I wanted so badly to draw it out of her. About halfway through the year, I managed to develop a nice rapport with her, and she would stay behind after class and we'd talk. I learned she had a lot of trouble at home with her step-father, and I found her some help with that. She still sends me an email every now and then from university. She never had had any idea how many masturbatory orgasms she favored me with.

This year, there was another one of those kids. Her name is Mitzi Owens, and believe it or not, she's the reason I was driving my car in a state of full sexual arousal, trying with all my might to keep from reaching down and playing with myself again after almost cuming when Mr. Van Man saw me doing just that.

From the first day of school, I had a hard time taking my eyes off Mitzi. She was not the prettiest girl in the class but she was by far the sexiest. She was old enough, a freshman at the community college, but I had to check the school records to convince myself of that at the beginning of the year. She had this...this presence about her. Oh, she was pretty, all right, DAMN pretty, with shining brown curly hair cascading just below her shoulders. And these soulful dark brown doe eyes. They just seemed to lock onto me and draw me into her from that first day.

Mitzi is smaller than average size for girl her age, under five feet tall, so she had to look up at me when we stood together, since I am 5-8. But there were times when she would look at me and I felt like the smaller one. She has a really nice little figure for a girl her age. Her hips are filled out and rounded nicely, her waist narrowing sharply. Her little breasts were barely more than substantial buds at the start of the school year. But with just about a month of school left, she had really flowered and developed some very nice curves upstairs, as well. She had to be at least a 34D by this point. And on her small frame they appeared even much larger. And firm...OMG FIRM!

She is quite popular with the boys and even with the adult students. As a matter of fact, she developed quite a reputation for herself in a short time. Occasionally, I'd catch little snippets of conversations as I walked by the tight bunches of girls huddled together at the lunchroom tables and study halls.

"Did you hear what Mitzi did...?"

"Oh my god, she didn't do that!"

"Again? LOL! OMG, who with this time?"

"Or should I say 'How many this time'?...LOL!"

"She's such a slut..."

It made me want to grab one or two and shake them and tell them to quit gossiping, but Mitzi didn't seem to mind at all. She has this inner confidence that just lets her go on her way, seemingly not concerned at all about what her peers were saying about her. As a matter of fact, I am quite sure now that she may have started some of those rumors herself. If in fact they WERE rumors? But it did seem clear that she was quite advanced sexually. I guess that's why I started thinking about her like that. If she really was that "easy", then it seemed only fair that I should get my turn. My. My. Doesn't our mind get twisted when our body gets excited?

I know exactly when I started thinking of Mitzi "that way". One afternoon in October; she was sitting there on the front row, wearing this short little denim skirt that was riding way up. She was wearing a white tank top that allowed her thin bra straps to peek out from underneath, and a pair of blue flip flops.

The class was working on a written assignment and I was sitting at my desk grading papers. I happened to glance down at Mitzi's feet and noticed that her toes were painted a bright red. I remember thinking how cute and at the same time how whoreish they looked. My eyes sort of drifted uncontrollably upward along her young thick muscular legs until I caught a brief glimpse of her Carolina Blue panties peeking out from under her very short skirt.

It was not unusual for me to see something like that from my vantage point at the front of the room, and I'd learned to ignore it unless it was too blatant or happened too often. If it did, I'd ask the offending young lady to stay a minute after class so I could remind her of the virtues of modesty.

But this time, for some reason, I felt that familiar little fluttering in my stomach—the one that signals the early stages of sexual arousal. Unfortunately, I hadn't felt it much at home lately, since Dave was busy taking classes toward his master's degree in the evenings.

It was something I was not used to feeling while I was concentrating on teaching, and it made me uncomfortable. Nevertheless, my eyes lingered as I tried to see a bit more of what might be there between Mitzi's firm young thighs. I could feel my pulse quicken a little, and I knew I was beginning to lubricate. My mind began to wander back to some of the stories I'd heard about this young lady, who was supposedly giving blow jobs to older boys in the parking lot after classes. There was even one rumor involving a male teacher, but I refused to believe it. Apparently the rumors of Mitzi's promiscuity are nothing new.

Regardless, my mind drifted to thoughts of Mitzi's pretty young lips enveloping the straining cock of some horny young boy, pumping it up and down, grasping it tightly with her hand, and soon eliciting an explosion of semen, which she was not quite able to contain in her mouth. The vision of her with liquid pearls of the hot, sticky goo dripping from her chin actually made my pussy spasm just a little and my mouth water as I envisioned kissing her under those circumstances.

Just then a dropped book at the back of the class brought me back from my daydream. Or was it a fantasy? At any rate, when I looked up, Mitzi's piercing brown eyes were locked on mine. She obviously knew I had been staring at her, and she knew exactly where I was staring. There was such an approving look on her face. She knew that nobody in the class could see her face and she also knew that they could all see mine.

I know my face must have given me away because I could feel the heat of my embarrassment rise up from my neck 

and envelop my face. Even my ears got hot. But, rather than share in my shame, Mitzi just smiled this enigmatic little smile and shifted her weight in her chair. If anything, her dress rode even higher than before and her thighs may have parted just a little further.

I was saved by the bell, so to speak, and everyone jumped up and headed home for the weekend. I just sat there at my desk in the empty classroom, my heart pounding, and with a noticeable dampness in my conservative school teacher panties. I thought to myself, "What the hell just happened?" At any rate, I decided not to counsel Mitzi about her attire. I was honestly wanting to see how far she would go since it was obviously intentional.

And I remember hoping that Dave would be home long enough that evening to fuck my brains out even though I knew that with his tiny dick that was a physical impossibility. Maybe he would then eat me to orgasm. He is pretty darn good at that. It was clear that I needed some sex. I would have to have some passion from someone and soon! In my mind it was beginning to matter less and less who.

From that day on, I couldn't keep my mind, or my eyes, off Mitzi. It was sort of like when someone tells you not to think about a pink elephant. After that, you can't think of anything else. It seemed no matter where I looked as I was standing in front of the class, my eyes always ended up on Mitzi. I knew exactly what she wore every day. How she fixed her hair. I noticed as her breasts began to rapidly develop. Most days, I knew what color panties she was wearing. There was one day, right after lunch that I swear she had a fair sized deposit of fresh cum in her beautiful hair. What had Mitzi been doing at lunch? I found myself searching the campus for her between classes.

And there were a lot of nights, when Dave was away at school, that I would luxuriate in a hot bath before bedtime, while letting my mind drift to thoughts of this girl who had nearly taken me over. I'd picture what she must look like without her clothes on. Imagine what she looked like having sex with those boys. Wondering whether she really got any enjoyment out of it. If she really was that much of a slut, she must surely be enjoying it.

My hands would drift over my full breasts as they floated weightlessly in the soapy water. My nipples would harden as I thought of how I'd love to caress her, touch her, make sure she knew how good sex could be when someone took their time with her and weren't just in it for themselves.

It wouldn't take long until one hand was between my legs while the other pinched first one nipple, then the other. I'd bring myself to orgasm night after night with the nude tight little muscled thick body of Mitzi Owens as the last image in my mind before I plunged over the cliff and came.

Lying in bed alone one night after one of those wonderful orgasms, I first began to think that something might really happen between Mitzi and me. Up to that point, I'd never even thought of myself as bisexual. My only sexual experience with another female came when I was about Mitzi's age or maybe a little younger. Naturally, it was at a sleepover. The four of us girls were "practice kissing."

But later that night, my best friend Karen turned over and put her face close to mine in the bed we were sharing and whispered, "Did you like it as much as I did when we were kissing?"

"Yeah," I responded, trying very hard not to disturb the two other girls on the floor in their sleeping bags.

"Do you wanna do it some more"? she asked, very matter-of-factly. "I can't sleep for thinking about it." 

I swallowed hard and whispered, "I guess so..." My pussy was already soaked and I really wanted to scream "HELL YES!"

And with that, Karen leaned a little closer, closed her eyes and kissed me tentatively on the lips. I still remember the taste of her toothpaste and the wonderful smell of her light brown hair and the immediate gush between my thighs.

We kissed for quite a long time, very quietly so as not to wake the others, and it wasn't long before we managed to position our legs just right so we could grind our pussies on each other's thigh. We must have kissed and humped for an hour, all the while getting more and more aroused and less and less concerned about our sleeping friends.

Suddenly, I felt this strange tingling deep in my belly that developed into a throbbing that I couldn't control, even though it scared me so much that I tried to stop. But it was too late. I'd had my first orgasm while I held tight to my best friend and ground my little pussy against her leg.

Quite often during my masturbation sessions in the bath tub, I would start off remembering this sweet, sexy adventure with my friend Karen. But by the time I came, it would be Mitzi that I was kissing. Mitzi's leg that I clutched tightly to my throbbing cunt. 

This, I believe, was the beginning of my temporary insanity. I only wish I knew when it would end. It still hasn't.

I can't even describe the guilt I was feeling at just the thought of having sex with one of my students. I'd read things in the newspaper and seen stories on television about teachers who get involved with their students. So I knew what I would be risking. Shame, humiliation, professional ostracism. At Mitzi's age it wasn't illegal, just stupid. Did I even want to know how stupid it really was? When you're on fire with the craving for someone, all these things seem somehow not so important. There is some rationalization process that makes you think you'll never get caught and that it is certainly worth the risk.

And so it was that I decided to act on my impulses, my urges. I remember it being almost an out-of-body experience as I developed my plan. I seemed to be looking at this other woman as she went about putting on a sexy yellow sundress that Saturday morning. I watched her as she first slipped on a pair of sexy yellow panties to match, then as she slipped them off again leaving herself naked underneath.

I watched as she painted her full red lips even redder with her favorite "fuck me" lipstick, and as she let her long dark hair fall loose on her tanned shoulders that were displayed so nicely, barely covered by the thin yellow straps.

I had looked Mitzi's address up in the admin office on Friday before I left school, and I knew about where the apartment she shared with her mother was located. Willow Trace Apartments in Clemmons. I also knew, from casual conversations with Mitzi during the year, that her mother was always out of town every other weekend at her's beach house on the Outer Banks...and THIS was one of those weekends. 

So I had a good idea she would be alone that Saturday, or at least without parental supervision. Who knew whether she would have some friends there at the apartment with her? I heard that she had hosted some pretty wild parties. I was counting on that being later in the evening than my visit. I fantasized a bit about what they would probably be doing if she did have company, but I hoped she would be alone. Her sister lived there too and might possibly be home, but that was another fantasy that I'm not discussing in this letter. Wink-Wink.

On the drive over there, my heart was pounding just about the way it did that night with my friend Karen, when I finally found out how good it felt when someone pushes just the right buttons...even if by accident. But today was going to be no accident; I had planned every step very carefully. 

If it all worked out, my fantasies about Mitzi Owens would become real. I would no longer dream about taking her nipples between my lips and sucking them, making them swell with arousal. I would do it! I would make her cum. I would be the one to teach her how good it can feel when your whole body tenses with the delicious throbbing, tingling, pulsing feeling that courses through you when you climax with someone who really cares about YOUR pleasure more than their own.

It all made perfect sense to me. Very easy to justify. Dave didn't do anything to pleasure my body. I practically didn't exist to him. Mitzi obviously desired me and I felt almost obligated to show this young lady what true compassion could feel like when you are with someone who really cares. It was a win-win for all involved. That does make sense...right?

By the time I pulled into the parking lot outside Mitzi's apartment at Willow Trace...building C, my legs were shaking so hard I was afraid I couldn't walk the short distance to the front door that led to her townhouse apartment. But as it turned out, I didn't have to walk that far.

As I rounded the corner, I saw Mitzi sunning herself on a lawn chair that was sitting on a little patch of grass not far from the back door of her apartment at the very end of the building. The early afternoon sun was baking her firm, young body, which looked especially ripe and delicious in her really tiny black bikini. It was a Body Glove bikini with fabric that looked so thin and tight that it could have been spray paint. I marveled at how curvy her body had become--not yet a grown woman, but with the look of a total woman. I swear her face looked like a 12 year old. What an amazing dichotomy. I know my stares were way more than obvious. My gaze transfixed on her breasts, every bump of her areolas prominent and her nipples...OMG...you could have seen them from across the parking lot! Yes, I was consumed with insanity. 


Mitzi Seduces Mrs. Robinson



"Hello, Mitzi," I said, trying to sound as professional as possible, despite my voice catching in my dry throat. 

"Mrs. Robertson? What are you doing here?"

"There's an issue from school that I need to discuss with you, Mitzi. Can we go inside for a minute? That is, if we won't be disturbing your mother."

"Oh, Mom's at the beach. She won't be home until late tomorrow night."

Mitzi just looked at me through her dark sunglasses. It was hard to get a read on what she was thinking when I couldn't see those expressive eyes of hers. But she did seem happy to see me, though a little puzzled by why I would come to her home, rather than talking to her in school.

"Mitzi, dear," I asked again, "did you not hear what I said? She seemed to be staring at me with this strange look on her face, not hearing a thing I'd been saying. Perhaps she was reading me like a book? Maybe she could see MY nipples through my thin yellow dress in the sunlight. I couldn't see past those damn sunglasses. Of course, I'd taken the opportunity to admire her ripe young body as she lay there in the sun in that tiny bikini, her body glistening with a thin film of perspiration and suntan oil.

My eyes lingered on her firm, round bottom that was almost completely exposed in her tiny string bikini, with just a very thin strip of black fabric nestled snugly between her cheeks. I would probably call it a Brazilian Cut, but it was honestly a little smaller than that. Her firm tanned ass looked bigger and sexier than I had even imagined. Just then I noticed about six men sitting on the balcony of the building behind Mitzi's, drinking beer and obviously leering.

"Don't mind them," Mitzi said matter-of-factly, "...they come outside every time I do."

"I asked if we could go inside for a minute. I want to talk with you about your final grade in my class," I repeated, finally seeming to get her attention.

"Oh, er, sure, I guess so," she finally responded haltingly. At the same time she let her sunglasses slip down her nose and I saw a look flash through her eyes as she stared back at me. It was a look I'd seen before, on those times when she'd caught me trying to peek between her firm thighs in class. It was the look that told me she was excited, rather than put off by my attentions. And it was exactly the same look I could see in her eyes right then. It was THAT look that drew me in and got me to this point. The point of no return.

I watched closely as she stood and picked up her towel, preparing to lead me into her apartment. She made no effort to cover her nearly nude body from my gaze or that of her admirers across the way. Encouraged by the look I saw in her eyes, I allowed my gaze to take her all in, starting with her shiny black suit and ending at the tips of her toes, which were once again painted in that bright red color. It was the same color my mother used to call "French Whore red." Hmmm.

Of course, I paid special attention to her wonderful round breasts, which were barely covered by the small bikini top. And then, her mound. I could see the curve of it, hugged by the thin damp fabric of her bikini. I noticed that a bit of the black material was sneaking its way between her lower lips, offering an enticing preview of the wonders beneath. I tried to see whether any pubic hair might be peeking out from either side, and when I saw none, I was reminded of her youth...or maybe she shaves. A lot of sexually active girls do these days.

Finally, I noticed her shifting from one foot to the other, as if I might be making her a bit uncomfortable with my admiring looks which I made no pretense of hiding. "Let's go inside, dear," I said soothingly, and she turned to walk toward the apartment building with me following behind.

From this vantage point, I was able to watch as her lovely bottom swayed sensuously from side to side as she walked. I noticed what looked to be a moist patch on her bikini bottoms, and it seemed to be growing almost with each step she took. I could see the 'camel toe' even from the back.

We walked through the kitchen, which was a mess, toward the living room. By the time she reached her couch, it was clear to me that she was turned on by my admiring glances and, I hoped, by the thought of being alone in her apartment with me while her mother was away.

The air conditioning marked a stark contrast to the hot, humid air outside. And it had an immediate effect on Mitzi's already protruding nipples, which swelled and tried to push their way through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Naturally, my eyes were riveted on her freshening nipples and we both realized it instantly. Her face flushed, though I'm not sure whether it was from embarrassment or excitement. I hoped to find out very soon.

Of course, my own nipples were straining against the top of my way too thin sundress. And with each step, the fabric stimulated them to the point that they were almost painful. I was now so very glad that I had decided against wearing a bra. I wanted to Mitzi to know how aroused I am by her. With each caress of the fabric, I felt a little twinge down below as my clit also began to spring to life. My legs were still shaking a bit and I steadied myself against the back of a chair near the couch. The dampness reminded me that I had intentionally decided not to wear panties today.

The little angel on my right shoulder kept insisting that there was still time to back out and maintain my professionalism as a teacher. But the devil on my left, with assistance from Mitzi's straining nipples and hot ass, kept saying, "are you fucking kidding me!!!?"

She stood there rather awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do now that her teacher, who was clearly 

fascinated with the sheer sexuality that oozed from every pore of her young body, was now inside her apartment. Recognizing her hesitancy, I suggested that we sit on the sofa so we could go over what I supposedly came to talk about.

Apparently relieved at my taking the lead, Mitzi gratefully moved over to the sofa and sat down. She watched as I sat next to her, so close that our legs could have touched with just the least amount of effort. 

We were both so turned on now that I probably could have foregone my plan and simply seduced her but I was so afraid that might not work. I had run this plan through my head a hundred times and I knew it would be successful, it HAD to be. I had to go for it. Stick with the plan.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Mitzi," I began with a deep sigh. As far as I can tell, your final term paper has not been turned in, and you know you need to complete that assignment in order to get credit with your class."

"But, Mrs. Robertson," she responded hesitantly, her pretty face clouded with a puzzled frown. "I did turn in that paper. I stayed up nearly all night last Thursday and finished it."

"I'm sorry, Mitzi, I don't have it and will have to give you an Incomplete if you can't give me a very good excuse about why the report was not handed in on time."

"That's bullshit!" she suddenly shouted, her face reddening and her big, brown eyes filling with tears of frustration and anger. Then when she realized that she was talking to one of her teachers, one whom she really liked, she hesitated. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Robertson, I didn't mean to say that. But I don't think it's fair that I'm in trouble when I honestly handed that assignment in."

Tears were beginning to make little trails down her cheeks as she realized that it was her word against that of a respected teacher. She knew that no one would take her word about something like this- the word of the "School Slut" who had been working so hard on that reputation for quite some time.

I reached over and took her face in both hands and used my thumbs to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. 

"It's all right, Mitzi. I'm sure we can figure something out that will allow me to give you a Completion on this course." And with those words, one of my hands brushed her hair back from her face and gently caressed her ear, and then her neck.

I watched as her nipples hardened further at my touch, as did my own. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"This is what I mean," I answered, and at nearly the same time I moved my face close to hers and kissed her softly on the lips. I felt her stiffen at the first touch of my lips, but I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't pull away. My heart was pounding as I kissed her harder the second time and felt a deep sigh escape her lips, signaling her enjoyment of my touch. I knew right then that she was mine, even though she might not have realized it yet. I had forgotten how good it feels when girls kiss each other.

"Mitzi," I said as I leaned away from her just a little, while keeping my eyes locked on hers. "Have you noticed me admiring you in class?"

"Well, I guess so," she answered hesitantly. "I wasn't sure exactly. I thought you might be looking at me."

"Don't lie to me you little tease! You knew exactly what you were doing and you knew I loved it". I WAS looking at you, dear. Just like you WANTED me too. And I very much liked what you were showing me."

"What was that, Mrs. Robertson? What did you see?"

"I saw a beautiful young girl, just on the verge of becoming a young woman. It made me think about when I was your age, or maybe even younger, when I had all those wonderful, crazy feelings just bubbling up inside me; feelings that I just didn't quite know what to do with. My body had cravings that I had never even imagined. I vividly remember how I felt, how you must be feeling right now. And it made me think that I want to help you understand those feelings. I want you to feel all of the things that I had repressed. I wish I had somebody to teach me these things when I was a lot younger. I would have started much younger if I could do it over. I don't want you to miss out on any of those feelings. Those feelings are normal. Those feelings are good. Those urges should be satisfied. Let me help you explore your feelings. Tell me what you feel. Nothing that feels this good could possibly be wrong."

"Well, I have been feeling a lot of things, lately, that's for sure. Especially with my body and stuff."

"And, Mitzi, did you notice where I was looking a lot of the time when I was watching you?"

Her face reddened as she thought about how my eyes devoured her those times in class. She knew damn well.

"You know exactly where I was looking, don't you, Mitzi?" I asked, and at the same time I moved one of my hands between her thighs and began to stroke her lightly with just the tips of my fingers. "I was looking right here, dear...at your pussy. Do you like that? Did you want me to look at your pussy. You intended to show me your pussy didn't you Mitzi? You wanted me to get sexually excited looking at your pussy. Did it turn you on knowing that I was lying in my bed masturbating because you had shown me your pussy right in the middle of class? Does it excite you right now to hear me talk about your pussy Mitzi? Pussy...pussy...PUSSY? Young lady, you have me SO fucking CRAZY!"

"Mmmmmmm," was all she could manage before I leaned in and kissed her again, this time more forcefully. I took 

her bottom lip between mine and sucked on it, then moved to her top lip and did the same. I kissed her the way I love to be kissed—slowly, sensuously, with passion. It was the way I had dreamed of kissing her for these past nine months.

All the while, my hand drifted lightly on the inside of her thighs, from her knees, upward, almost to that magical place between her legs. But each time I approached her treasure, I slowly slid my hand down once again. Her legs were still hot from the sun and wet from the oil and perspiration. My hand slid so easily along her smooth young skin.

I felt her warm breath in my mouth, coming in little pants now, as her ripe young body began to respond to these new sensations. She had been touched by boys before, many boys, but not this way. Not in a way that allowed her body time to really respond and get in touch with the feelings that were now building inside her.

Just as my tongue pressed inside her mouth, my hand made contact with the thin fabric of her bikini. As hot as her legs were, her pussy was exuding heat even before I could touch her there. She gasped again at this intimate touch, but offered no resistance. In fact, I felt her thighs part quickly just a little more than would have been reflexive. Her overt acceptance of my advances invited, even encouraged me to continue.

"Mrs. Robertson, I was so scared sometimes when I was teasing you. I didn't know if you did girls or not...but I SO wanted to make you want ME"

And just as my tongue was probing inside her sweet young mouth, I used two fingers to locate her lower lips and begin tracing up and down along the outline of her little slit, feeling her bikini grow even wetter with the desire that had been building inside. I pressed the fabric deep inside her labia and moved one finger upward until her little moan told me I'd located her clit.

But then I stopped and removed my hand and my lips and looked deeply into her eyes. "I didn't know I did girls either, Mitzi. Not until you. Now I can't imagine ever NOT 'Doing Girls'. Do you like what I'm doing now, Mitzi?"

"Oh, yesssssss," she sighed, unable to talk above a whisper.

"Do you want me to go farther, dear?"

"Please, Mrs. Robertson. Please touch me like that again!"

"In due time, Mitzi. But first I want to see those wonderful breasts that I have watched growing this year." And with that I moved both hands to the back of her neck to untie her bikini top. The two strings fell and her beautifully full mounds began to spill out of the tiny top. For the first time I saw the dark pink of her areolas peeking at me. As the support of the bikini top released and fell away, her breasts never moved. They did not drop one bit as they stood there totally exposed and open to my gawking. Mitzi had no need of a bra. I was in awe of her body.

Her hands moved to hold the top. But then to my surprise she removed the top completely and let her arms fall to her sides. She was giving herself to me. Her areolas were amazingly large for a girl her age, and her nipples so erect that they were pulling her areolas taught. Gently, I reached around and unfastened her top from behind and finished unwrapping the forbidden package I'd been dreaming about for the past several months.

I watched as her breasts rose and fell rapidly from the excitement of her labored breathing. I put my hand gently on her left breast and felt the pounding of her heart. It was beating with a fury reminiscent of a frightened animal that has been captured and doesn't quite understand what is happening. My other hand moved to her right breast, and I began to massage them both very gently at first, but gradually increasing the pressure of my touch. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers and leaned in to kiss her again. This time her mouth opened wide to invite me inside.

I pressed my tongue inside and began to explore, my heart beating almost as fast as hers. A little smile crossed my lips as her tongue found mine and began a tentative little dance. With this encouragement, I took both her breasts fully in my hands and kneaded them sensuously to the rhythm of our tongues' caresses.

My own nipples were so hard they were almost painful by this time, and I felt the same dampness between my legs that I felt those times in class when I imagined doing this with her. Only this time it was real! And it was even more beautiful than I'd imagined.

Slowly, I removed my lips from hers and began kissing lightly down her neck, then upward to her ears and down again, with soft little kisses that raised goose bumps on her tight skin. Soon, my lips reached her chest and a little moan escaped her lips in anticipation of what would happen next.

And, sure enough, my mouth found her breasts and my tongue traced an outline around each one, licking lightly at that sensitive skin underneath her pert mounds, and then making smaller and smaller circles until I was outlining her areolas with my wet licks. With each touch of my tongue, I could almost see her nipples grow a little before my admiring eyes.

Sensing from her little moans that she was ready, I took first one nipple, then the other between my lips and sucked them in turn, all the while, my tongue swirling and teasing them. As I took her left breast as far into my mouth as I could, my right hand slid over her flat belly toward her bikini bottoms. And when I encountered the thin fabric, I paused for a minute to tickle that sensitive area just beneath her belly button. Again, more goose bumps.

But now that I was so close to my prize, I only played for a moment, then while still suckling firmly at her tender breast, I hooked my fingers in her bikini and began to pull it down. Imagine my surprise and delight when I found that Mitzi had already untied the side strings in anticipation and encouragement of my advances. 

Instinctively, she lifted her hips from the couch to help as I exposed her treasure for the first time. I paused in my suckling just long enough to allow me to reach down and slide her bikini off of her smooth, shapely ass and fling them across the room.

She was now totally naked, aroused almost to the point of confusion, and completely in my control. And I didn't hesitate to claim the prize that I had been lusting for. I took her breast once again into my mouth and slid my hand firmly and assertively between her thighs, opening her to my touch. Not gently opening either as one being seduced, but wide open as a slut offering herself for whatever might come next.

This time there was no teasing, no build up, as my fingers began to trace over the outline of her ample slit and feel the nectar that had begun to seep from her. I parted her lips and smeared the lubrication over her opening, making sure that I slickened her growing little bud. I ran two fingers up and down the tender flesh, over and over, each time teasing her clit by trapping it briefly between my fingers and squeezing gently. Her little squeals of delight and pleasure created little pulses and throbs in my own wet tunnel. It became apparent very soon that I wasn't dealing with the "little slit" I had envisioned. Mitzi had quite a large pussy and it opened wide and inviting to my touch. I couldn't believe how enticing it was to see this on such a little lady. I certainly had not expected such a grown up pussy, for lack of a better term.

Finally, I slid my middle finger inside, but only for a second as her openness begged to be filled. So I moved slowly, inching yet another finger inside her tunnel until she was whimpering at the delicious feeling of this invasion. Her breathing was faster and her hips were rising involuntarily from the sofa as she tried to draw me deeper inside.

Very quickly thereafter, my third finger was buried completely inside, and I took my thumb and massaged her swollen clitty, back and forth, up and down, with her oozing nectar slickening the way. After only a few strokes of my thumb, I felt her tight, think body stiffen and begin to shake. Her stomach muscles grew taught and she held her breath. It was as if she was completely paralyzed for just a moment. Both of her hands grabbed my arm and forced now all four fingers to stay deep inside of her pussy as she fucked herself with nearly my entire hand way past my knuckles. She was so much hotter than I had imagined even in my wettest fantasies. OH MY GOODNESS was she ever strong! Some of the girls had called Mitzi thick or chubby, but she was all muscle. I could see even her biceps flexing now. There was no fat on this hot body! 

Then I felt the pulsing, the throbbing of her big girls cunt as her climax shot down from the top of her head to the tips of her red-painted toenails. She cried out loudly, and I quickly put one hand over her panting mouth to muffle the sound, even as my other hand cupped her puffy mound and ground against her clit while my hand continued to stir inside her throbbing tunnel.




Mitzi Seduces Mrs. Robinson



I removed my hand from her mouth and replaced it with my lips, and I felt the warm breath of her panting inside my mouth. I knew that I had made her feel things she'd never felt before. And with that thought, I could feel my own juices begin to trickle from me and slicken the insides of my thighs underneath the bright yellow sun dress that I'd worn especially for Mitzi. 

Finally, the throbbing and tingling subsided as the final few waves of her orgasm washed over her, and she went limp. I slid my hand out and raised my fingers to my lips to taste her sweet nectar. The taste of her created this tingling deep in my belly and I knew I needed to taste her again, only more fully and completely. She grinned seductively, signaling her approval, as she watched me sucking her off of my fingers.

I pulled her limp little body next to me and held her, stroking her damp hair and tingling my fingertips over her cheeks, her neck, and her chest, where the smooth skin was still flushed pink with the afterglow of her orgasm. I'm not sure but I almost heard myself whisper "I love you, Mitzi". I was hoping I hadn't said it out loud.

We lay together on the couch for, I'm not sure how long, her body still shuddering every now and then with little aftershocks. I held her tight, trying to make her feel safe in my arms and whispered quiet little reassuring things in her ear, letting her know that it was okay to feel like this, to enjoy the touch of another woman—even when it's your teacher.

Of course, my own arousal was continuing to increase with her naked little body pressed against me. I could smell the scent of my own cunt, which had been oozing nectar since before I got out of my car, knowing what I was planning for Mitzi this afternoon. I'd been masturbating to the thought of her for almost the entire school year, so when it actually became real, I almost came without even touching myself.

But now I was longing for release. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that the least little movement pushed me closer. My nipples literally ached they were so stiff and aroused. Just the touch of the light cotton fabric of my sun dress made me shiver. But I was not expecting Mitzi to do anything for me today. I knew she was inexperienced and confused about what had happened, so I decided that today would only be a day for her to receive pleasure. I would have my own pleasure from her another time, I was sure of it by the way she responded to me.

Slowly I moved to one end of the sofa, stretching her out along the length of it and placing one of her bare feet flat on the floor. This position had the effect that I wanted—it spread her wide open...to my view, my touch, and ultimately to my taste. When she realized how exposed she was, she seductively widened her legs and placed one hand on each knee and pulled them even wider apart. Maybe Mitzi was more experienced than I had imagined? Maybe Mitzi Owens was the total slut that everyone would have had me believe...that Mitzi herself would have me believe. Maybe I was now finding that possibility totally erotic?

I paused for a moment to simply admire her. To drink in the sight of this body, which I had only been able to imagine until that afternoon. Her skin was so smooth and firm, with a tightness that only a teenage girl can know. My eyes moved upward from her carefully painted toes, along her shapely legs, until I reached that coveted V between her legs. But I didn't linger there yet. I wanted to take her all in before returning to claim my ultimate prize. This is likely the only chance I will ever have in my life to enjoy such a body. I wasn't about to rush this moment.

My eyes continued upward, to her flat belly, which was actually a bit sunken right then because she was lying on her back. I watched her abdomen rising and falling slowly with each breath. Her belly button was a cute little "innie," and I couldn't wait for my tongue to dip inside it. Her hands now ran seductively from her knees to her pussy and back again, widening her knees at every pass.

Farther up...her breasts. They looked rather large right now even as she lay on her back. I tried to remember how small they really were when I first saw her in my class last September, barely more than little buds from the look of her clothes at the time. But over the course of the year, they swelled and grew, until the boys were noticing, the girls were jealous, and I was lusting for them.

Her areolas were large and a dark pink, the nipples rising from them, still erect and pulling them tight. I don't know if was from the cool of the air-conditioning or the heat of my gaze, but her nipples were reaching up and begging for more attention.

Then I focused on her pretty face—the graceful curve of her jaw, her full sensuous mouth. Of every part of her 

it was her mouth that was and is already all woman. The full lips were slightly parted as she relaxed. Her nose was still that of a girl, small and slightly turned up. Cute was the best way to describe it, and it seemed so out of place with her more womanly body.

Her eyes were closed. But I knew exactly what they looked like—large, brown, and expressive. I had looked into them many times in class. They had caught me staring more than once, imagining what it would be like if ever I were able to get her to this exact place where she was right then. I would have loved to see the look in them as she realized what I was about to do, but I decided not to disturb her, to make her open them just yet because I wanted her to be completely relaxed for what was to come.

Finally, her hair—dark brown and shiny, flowing in curls down past her shoulders when she stood. But now it was forming a lovely frame for her face as it sprawled carelessly over the sofa cushion and cascaded downward slightly off the edge of the couch. I couldn't keep from reaching down to brush it out of her face a little, partly so I could see her more completely, and partly to demonstrate that I was the adult here and she was the younger.

Finally, it was time for my prize. I scooted my knees underneath me at the end of the couch, and the position brought my face in perfect position directly above her little mound. I admired the curve of it, as it rose below her flat belly and I noticed not even a wisp of hair. Mitzi was shaved smoothly from top to bottom like grown women do when they preparing for a night of physical intimacy. Once again Mitzi's budding maturity caught me off guard.

In this position, her scent surrounded me, and I drank it in. It was musky, sensuous, and it was mixed with the smell of her suntan oil and some fruity cosmetic that girls her age seemed to use a little too much of. But even that made my pussy tingle and contract a little as I thought how many times I'd smelled that fruity aroma when I walked by her desk in class. But it was her natural aroma that made my nipples harden further as I imagined her taste.

I tentatively reached down and traced one finger lightly along the length of her little slit. I marveled at how big and womanly her pussy was, even with her lips slightly swollen with arousal. Her leg and stomach muscles tensed a little bit at my touch, but as I continued my light caress, up and down the length of her, she began to relax, even though her breaths seemed to be getting a little quicker.

I moved my other hand down and used both to part her outer lips. She was still wet and shiny with the fluids of her first orgasm, and as I opened her further, I could see the little pools of arousal that were collecting on her pink folds. Higher, I saw my ultimate goal—her clitty, mostly covered by its hood, but beginning to peek out to seek my attention.

I couldn't wait any longer. I moved my face close to her and felt the amazing heat emanating from her sex. I blew my breath over her, not to cool her but to heat her further. And it seemed to work as her hips began to move on the couch as if she didn't know whether to try and get away or move closer.

But even if she had wanted to move away, it was too late. I extended my tongue and made one long lick from that sensitive area just above her tight little rosebud, along her wet folds to her sensitive little pearl. Her body shuddered at this exquisite sensation and a little mewing sound escaped her lips. She was experiencing something for the very first time, or so I chose to believe, and it thrilled me to know I was the one who was showing her the way. At her age it seemed reasonable to me to believe that no woman had ever made love to her with the expertise that and emotion that I was showing her right now.

Another full lick, this time with the tip of my tongue pressing a little farther inside. Then another. And another. Each time upward, I paused to flick her clit back and forth rapidly with my tongue. I varied the pace of my licks, sometimes they came fast, sometimes slowly. I didn't want her to anticipate when the next delicious sensation was coming.

I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were clamped tightly shut and she was biting her lower lip. Her nostrils were flared on her tiny up-turned nose as her breaths came faster and faster. I moved my hands along her abdomen, upward to her breasts and I was again stunned at their absolute firmness. I began to pinch her stiff nipples in rhythm with my licks.

Her hips were writhing on the couch as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue, the licks coming faster and faster, the flicks of her clit becoming harder and more direct. She was moaning now, panting, squirming—unable to take much more of this pleasure, but at the same time needing more and more. The sweetness that can only come from a youthful pussy reminded me again of the debauchery of what I was doing. OMG how it turned me on!

Finally, when I knew the time was right, I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and began to suckle, nursing on it as I would a little nipple except that Mitzi's clitty was much more firm and even longer than any nipple I had ever seen. It was more like sucking a tiny cock. I giggled inside as I thought for just a second how it reminded me of Dave's little dicklette except that Mitzi's little dicklette was much more erect. At the same time my suckling increased, I pinched hard on her nipples.

Mitzi screamed and began to hump my mouth eagerly and with each thrust of her hips, I sucked harder on her little dicklette and pinched her nipples harder. Then I felt a gushing of her juices on my lips as she came again for me, this time much more violently than the first. Her nectar was flowing from her now and making a wet puddle on the couch. The sight of this took me over the edge with her, and I quickly removed one hand from her breast and thrust it underneath my dress and between my legs—just in time to feel the spasming of my own cunt and to feel the explosion of juices from inside my writhing body.

But I keep my mouth pressed hard against her pussy, allowing her to grind out the last little bit of her orgasm on my face. I wanted to taste her sweet young juices. I wanted her to paint my face with them.

Finally, it was over. Mitzi went limp and seemed to be passed out there on her living room couch. Her body seemed almost lifeless as I watched her there, but I could see her firm young breasts rising and falling slightly with the deep breaths of sleep. Even with her deep tan, I could clearly see that her entire chest was flushed red and her breasts and areolas and nipples were as hard as concrete. It was as if her entire body had orgasmed and she was held in those moments of bliss involuntarily. I was very proud of myself.

Deciding not to wake her, I smoothed my skirt, pulled the spaghetti straps back over my now bare breasts and tried to make myself presentable enough to emerge from her apartment and make my way to my car. The afternoon was getting away and I needed to hurry home to fix dinner for my husband. It was time to go back to being the proper wife, the professional teacher that I was before Mitzi took me over.

As I left her lying there totally nude and unaware in her own living room, I opened the front curtains just enough that I could steal an easy peek of her from outside the window for before I drove away. From the driver's seat of my car, I realized that anyone driving by could see Mitzi lying there totally nude, legs sprawled wide for all to see. The afternoon sun was shining perfectly through the plate glass front window, glistening across her sweat and oil soaked body. I realized that I could not leave her there so vulnerable...but...it was SO erotic...and it seemed so fitting for Mitzi. I backed my car quietly from her apartment parking space and drove away in a continuing sexual frenzy. I think my hand was under my skirt and deep in my pussy for the entire drive home.

I already knew there would be other times—times when I would teach her how to pleasure a woman. And I thought about how her sweet young face would look between my thighs.

Thinking back on that first time with Mitzi was enough to nearly push me over the edge all by itself. As I eased up and stopped at the next traffic light, I slid my hand between my legs and began to slip two fingers back inside my leaking pussy. This time, I was so hot that I almost wished someone would see me.

The anticipation, the dread, the memory of her sweet, young, thick, hot, awesome body all combined to put me in that zone where I just needed to cum. My mother could have pulled up alongside of me and I would not, could not, have removed my fingers from my cunt if my life depended on it. I felt like such a total fucking whore and I loved feeling this way! I smeared my nectar all around my opening and began to rub my clit furiously. There was no time for the usual teasing or preliminaries although I did take a moment to suck my juicy fingers before continuing.

Fortunately, this time the car beside me at the light was a small one like mine, and the woman driver was not high enough to see into my vehicle. But I sensed that she was watching me. I suppose it must have been the wanton expression on my face. Eyes partially closed, lips parted, nostrils flaring—all the signals of arousal. I watched her watch me, but never slowed my fingers. Before the light even turned green again, my legs stiffened, pressing hard against the floorboard of the car, and I had a thunderous orgasm.

Just as the light changed, I wiped my juices from my hand onto my halter top so I could grip the wheel to drive and pulled away slowly. I had no idea what the woman must have been thinking, and at that point, I had too many other things on my mind to really care.

I was on my way to an address that Mitzi had given me that morning. I had no idea what I would find when I got there or what I might be required to do.

All that I knew for certain was that I was driving through the city, naked from the waist down, all on the orders of my young sexy student. And I couldn't stop.

But I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I need to provide a bit more background.

Almost from the minute I left Mitzi's apartment after I seduced her that day, I began to feel this overwhelming 

guilt. Here I was, a respected teacher who had just done a terrible thing to one of my students. It didn't 

matter that Mitzi seemed to be a willing participant. I was the adult in this situation, and I should have acted accordingly.

Driving home, I could still feel the moisture in my cunt, my arousal still fresh in my mind and my body. And, OH MY, did that sweet body do something to me! I felt light-headed from everything that had happened.

I shook my head to try to bring myself back to my senses, vowing that I could not possibly let anything happen again between Mitzi and me. There was much too much at stake—my career, my marriage, not to mention her adolescent psyche. And, of course, there was my own psyche, which was also pretty screwed up right then.

For the rest of the weekend, thoughts of Mitzi kept flitting in and out of my mind. Little images, the sounds, smells, sensations of my time with her kept coming back. And each time my nipples would stiffen and I would feel that moistening between my legs.

I wasn't sure how I was going to do it, but on Monday I had to tell Mitzi what a mistake it was for me to do that to her on Saturday. I'd ask her forgiveness, beg her not to tell anyone, and pray that one day I would be able to look back on the incident and say, "What the hell were you thinking?"

But when the students began to file into my class on Monday, I realized it wasn't going to be so easy to maintain my resolve. My eyes searched the faces of the students as they came in and found their seats until I found Mitzi. When she saw me looking at her, she blushed a little and gave me a smile that said she was enjoying the secret that only the two of us knew. At least I hoped that only two of us knew!

She was wearing that damn denim micro-mini that always made me crazy when I saw her in it. The muscles rippling in her tight thighs almost forced the dress further up her thick little legs. She had paired it with a white blouse that buttoned up the front, and I could easily see through the ridiculously thin material that she was wearing an uplifting, cleavage enhancing, black half-bra underneath, nipples clearly visible over the top, even jumping out when she opened the front of the matching denim waist length jacket and took a deliberate deep breath thrusting her breasts upward and outward, right toward me it seemed. 

Two buttons of the flimsy blouse were already undone, displaying a good bit of her tanned chest. As tight as the blouse was, I expected her full breasts to explode right out of it at any second and send the remainder of the buttons flying toward the chalkboard, scattering and rolling around the classroom floor. 

She smiled a little wider, as she noticed my reaction to her sexy outfit and wriggled seductively into her usual spot in the first row directly in front of my desk.

Even though I was shaken at seeing Mitzi for the first time since Saturday, especially wearing an outfit that was so obviously calculated to get my attention, I realized I had a class to teach. So I set about starting a review of some of the things that were going to be on the final exam scheduled for Friday.

I was grateful to be able to turn around and write things on the dry erase board because each time I turned away from the class, it gave me the chance to collect myself a bit and try and gain some control. But each time I turned back, there was Mitzi, sitting there in her sexy outfit, with that cute little girl grin on her face.

And to make matters worse each time I turned around, I noticed that her legs were spread just a bit farther apart. It was obvious that she was teasing me, trying to see how I would react. Once, as I was trying to explain a concept from one of the novels I'd assigned, Mitzi winked at me and casually reached up and unfastened two more buttons on her blouse thrusting her breasts upward and opening her jacket even wider allowing me to observe the ample cleavage that she had developed during the course of the school year.

When I saw that, the words caught in my throat, and I had to fake a coughing spell to give me time to recover. But the last straw came when I turned around from the board once more to see that Mitzi had allowed her skirt to ride up nearly to her waist in the front. I could see the boy to her left trying to get a look out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have the angle that I did. He couldn't tell, as I could, that Mitzi was not wearing panties! He could however see that she was sitting on her bare ass in her chair. The little skirt made a seductive arch along her upper thigh and across the side of her ass.

That was all I could handle, and I told the class to review on their own for the rest of the period and sat at my desk pretending to look through some papers. Of course, what I was really doing was sitting there watching Mitzi, studying her young pussy as she intentionally displayed it for me, remembering what it felt like, tasted like, smelled like. It was fortunate that I was sitting right then, because my legs were too weak to hold me up. I imagined what it was like to be Mitzi, wearing no undergarments all day just waiting for the opportunity to tease her favorite teacher turned lover.




Mitzi Seduces Mrs. Robinson



Finally, the bell broke through the quiet hum of the classroom and brought me back from my daydream about Saturday at Mitzi's apartment. The students looked as if they had been ejected from their seats, they were up so quickly, eager to be out of school for the day and onto some fun.

But Mitzi didn't move at the sound of the bell. She sat there, legs spread a bit too wide, blouse unbuttoned way too far, and waited as the classroom emptied. Finally, she rose casually from her seat and smiled again at me as she began to collect her things.

"Mitzi," I said, trying to make my voice sound as teacher-like as possible, "we need to talk. Would you mind staying for just a bit?"

"Sure, Mrs. Robertson." She certainly seemed a lot more relaxed about the whole situation than I, and that made me feel even more uncomfortable.

After the last student had exited, I turned to Mitzi, again making an attempt at my most professional demeanor. I had a mental argument with myself about whether I should close the classroom door, and decided it would be much better to leave it open. I hoped the open door would minimize the temptation I was feeling.

I sat down at my desk, knees demurely together and feet tucked slightly under my chair. I made sure that my full skirt was pulled down as far as it would go, which was just about to my knees. My conservative white blouse was buttoned all the way to my neck. I only wished I'd worn panty hose that morning, just to provide a bit more "insulation," but I had to be content being covered by my conservative cotton panties.

Mitzi stood beside my desk and looked at me with that open, eager expression that I had enjoyed so much this year. Her breasts were just about at my eye level as I sat there, an indication of her short stature. She was standing so close that I could smell that fruity aroma that intoxicated me so, particularly because it was mixed with her own natural, youthful scent. She was obviously very turned on by displaying herself to me in class the way she had.

"Mitzi," I said, trying not to look directly at her. "We need to talk about Saturday."

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Robertson, it was just wonderful!"

That wasn't the reaction I needed at that moment. "I'm not sure what came over me, but we simply can't let that happen again," I said in my most stern voice.

"What do you mean?" she whined her pretty childish face clouding up. "I don't want us to stop. We have just gotten started. There is so much more I want us to do. I have dreamed of this for so many months. You simply can't take it away now."

"Mitzi, I have to apologize to you for Saturday. I don't know what got into me. I've never done anything like that before... with anyone, let alone with a student." 

"Wasn't I good enough?" she whispered. 'You didn't give me the chance to show you how good I can be. This isn't fair!" 

Her eyes were filling with tears, and her shoulders slumped just a little.

"Oh, no! It's not that at all, dear. It was one of the most wonderful things I've EVER experienced." Just as the words flew out of my mouth, I was ready to bite my tongue. I never should have offered that kind of encouragement especially with that much emphasis.

"Then if it was so good, we definitely should do it again!" I love the logic of a teenage girl. Everything is so black and white, so simple with them. "And you SAID you love me! And I love you too!" I guess I had said it out loud after all.

"It's not that easy, Mitzi. You're a student. I'm a teacher. I have obligations to you. Professional obligations. Besides, I could lose my job over this. And what if your mother finds out?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Robertson," she chirped reassuringly, "I'll keep your secret...our secret. I'll never get you in trouble. And besides, my Mom is much more understanding than you might think even if she found out. She would probably be proud of me and happy for us."

"That's not the point, Mitzi, although I do appreciate your keeping this just between us. It's just not right."

"I don't care." Mitzi pouted, her luscious lips pursed together into a little frown. "I want it. I want you and I could tell from Saturday and from the way you always look at me that you REALLY want me too. You have for months."

And with that, she moved a step closer to me and slowly raised the hem of her denim miniskirt. Higher and higher it went, until her little mound was in full view. I could smell that young sweetness...MMMmm. "Are you sure you don't want me anymore? I shaved just for you." she asked coyly, as she watched me intently, and followed my gaze downward to where it was fixed on her developing womanhood.

I stared for a moment at her puffy mound and my mouth went completely dry. I felt as if I was rooted into my chair. Never taking her eyes from mine, Mitzi began to touch herself, running her hand over her mound before slipping one finger just inside her fat opening. And then a second, spreading her lips apart and rubbing each side of her clitty.

"Stop it, Mitzi! It's not that I don't want you. I DO want you, but that's not the point!" I almost screamed at her. And then it occurred to me that the last thing I wanted to do was attract the attention of anyone who might be passing my 

classroom. The halls were deserted of students by now, but there were always other teachers and custodial staff lurking around. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper and glanced nervously at the open door. "Please, Mitzi, this isn't anything to joke around about."

"I'm not joking, Mrs. Robertson," she replied. "I don't want us to stop. And I know you don't really want us to either. You just said that you DO want me."

And with that, she reached over and put her hand on my knee. It rested there only a second before she began to slowly slide my skirt upward, My nipples sprang to attention at her touch and little goose bumps formed on my leg when I felt her hand moving lightly up along the inside of my thigh. I was powerless to Mitzi.

"Besides, Mrs. Roberson, I didn't get to do anything for you on Saturday. And I really want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I know I can, you just have to give me the chance to show you."

"That's out of the question, Mitzi!" I protested even as my legs parted to receive her touch. "Especially here in school."

But she didn't seem to hear me, as she continued to slide her hand up farther, pressing forcefully upward when I made a last ditch feign at clamping my thighs together. I was already too aroused from watching her display her bare pussy to me for an hour, and the feel of her warm hand so close to my sex was just too much. My heart began to pound at the danger, the stupidity, of what we were doing. But any rational thought was easily overcome by the lust I was feeling for her at that moment.

Keeping the one hand in place between my legs, Mitzi reached with her other and pressed it against my breast. Even through the fabric of my bra, I'm sure she could tell how firm and erect my nipple was. Her fingers were tracing over the front panel of my panties, pressing them deeper into me, soaking them with my nectar.

She pressed herself closer to my chair and wedged her thighs between my knees and forced them farther and farther apart as she leaned toward me. As she bent down to kiss me, I could see completely inside her barely-buttoned blouse. Her breasts were straining against the half-cups they were resting in and I could clearly see all of her areolas over the top of the bra.

Then her face was close to mine and she was kissing me—eagerly, firmly, fully. Her tongue pressed itself inside my mouth and suddenly her hands were all over. My breasts, my pussy, my face. It was as if she was possessed. I didn't see how it was possible to be taken so aggressively but such a small young girl. The thought of what I had unleashed in her scared the hell out of me. She reminded me of the aggressiveness of a teenage boy groping his virgin girlfriend on their first date...only with much more finesse and confidence.

She dropped to her knees between my legs and began licking her way from my knees upward along my thighs. But she was not in the mood to tease and take her time. And I didn't want her to now. I could feel my climax building the minute she forced her hand between my legs, and I knew that one touch on my bare pussy would probably push me over the edge. Besides, the door to my classroom was still open and I knew that someone could pass by any minute.

Fortunately, my desk was in one corner of the room, so it was not in the direct line of sight from the hallway, and by now Mitzi had knelt down to the point that she was nearly concealed under the desk. But it was still frightening to realize that we could be discovered at any moment. I had no control over the juices flowing out of my pussy at this moment. But I was not about to stop things right then to get up and close the door. I was simply too close to an amazing orgasm!

Mitzi reached up underneath my skirt with both hands and grabbed for the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass from the chair and she pulled them down in one fluid motion. I scooted toward the edge of my chair to give her better access and immediately I felt her tongue on me. She was like an eager puppy, lapping at my dripping box. I'm not sure she even knew where my clit was. But the eagerness of her licks allowed her to find it in very few strokes and each lick sent an electric shock from the base of my spine, through my nipples and back again to my cunt.

Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway! I froze and grabbed Mitzi's head and held it still between my thighs. Or at least I tried to.

"You in there, Mrs. Robertson?" It was the custodian!

"Yes, it's just me, Mr. Wilson," I croaked. I know my voice had to sound incredibly strange. It didn't help that Mitzi continued to run the tip of her tongue along my crease and in and out of my cunt as deeply and as fast as she could despite my best efforts to hold her still. I swear her tongue felt harder than Dave's dick and twice as big!

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," I almost laughed at the double meaning of that statement, "just gathering up a few things before I go home." 

I was hoping he wouldn't stick his head all the way in my room and see the look on my face. I'd be busted for sure.

"All right, then, I'll be back to clean in a few minutes when you're gone."

"Mr. Wilson, would you mind pushing my door shut?" It was all I could do to get those last few words out.

"Sure thing, ma'am." The sound of the closing door was probably the sweetest thing I'd ever heard.

I breathed an immense sigh of relief and I felt the strength drain out of my body. Sensing an opening, Mitzi forced her tongue farther inside and began to lap at my inner folds. That was too much. My body exploded. Lights flashed. Every muscle in my body tensed and then went slack as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Her tongue lapped from my asshole all the way back up to my clitty and with each lick her tongue flattened out and cupped as if she were filling it with every drop of my liquid, which was quite substantial. I think she not only drained my pussy but my bladder as well! How did a girl this young get this good at pleasuring another woman? She about has me convinced that maybe I am not the first woman she has ever made love to.

The combination of danger, forbidden fruit, and sheer physical sensation combined to make it the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

When I finally came down from that incredible climax, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Mitzi sitting there at my feet with her knees tucked under her. Her head was resting against my leg, and she was staring at me with those big brown doe eyes. She had a very self-satisfied smile on her face that told me she knew exactly how much I'd enjoyed what she did to me. But the thing that really got to me was that almost her entire face was slick and shiny with my juices. She had buried her pretty face in my pussy and refused to pull away until she made me cum. And the results were there on her face and all down the front of her sheer blouse for all to see. Her wet blouse now completely transparent. I think she wanted people to see. She was proud of her accomplishment.

I reached down and took her by the shoulders, pulling her upward and toward me. She was standing again, there 

between my knees, and I took her face in my hands and brought her mouth to mine. "Thank you, Mitzi," I whispered softly and then I kissed her full on the mouth. Kissed her like a lover. Kissed her hungrily. And she returned every one of those kisses. I tried to lick all of my juices off of her face and share them with her. It was a totally sensuous moment. 

"See," she giggled when I finally released her lips for a few seconds. "I told you we shouldn't stop."

"Oh, but Mitzi, we must stop. This just isn't right, and it's going to have an unhappy ending."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Robertson, no one will ever know. And don't forget, my mother is away every other weekend. We 

can have the apartment to ourselves for the whole weekend. And besides, after I finish this course, it won't matter who knows anyway. I won't be your student anymore, and besides, I'm an adult too! We can tell everybody how much we love each other then. It won't have to be a secret anymore."

With that, Mitzi smiled that wonderful smile, and turned toward my classroom door without even re-buttoning her blouse or putting her jacket back on, her face and blouse still wet and slick with my juices.

"No, Mitzi, I can't..."

But she was already out the door. Either she didn't hear what I'd said, or she chose to ignore me.

My heart was still racing from the excitement and danger of driving around town with nothing on but my short little top, which quite frankly did little to cover anything it was supposed to. My pussy ached with arousal. The quick orgasm I'd managed at that light a little ways back helped some. But my need was growing again as I wondered, dreaded what might lie ahead of me that day.

I glanced down at the printed copy of an email between my bare legs—a paper now smeared with the nectar from my arousal—and reread the address that Mitzi had sent me that morning. 5252 West Clemmonsville Road, it read. I was familiar with the area, a nice middle-class average neighborhood on the southwest side of town.

I ran my fingers through my long, dark hair, trying to brush it back from my face a little. "Shit," I muttered under my breath when I realized that I'd just massaged some of my pussy juice into my hair. As if I didn't smell enough like fucking already. "Well, I guess I'll just smell like a whore until I can get a shower," I thought to myself.

I made a left turn at West Clemmonsville Rd and eased my small red compact down the block, looking from one side of the street to the other, trying to locate number 5252. The street was lined by neat yards with a good number of mature trees, some so big that they blocked my view of the house numbers until I was right in front.

A few children were playing along the sidewalks, enjoying their freedom from school and the warm weather. But, generally, things were pretty quiet. It was mid-afternoon, and most of the parents were away at work. A lot of the younger kids were probably inside taking naps.

I was glad to see that not too many people were around because my instructions were clear. I had been ordered to park in the driveway of 5252 West Clemmonsville Rd, walk to the front door, ring the bell, and wait. That's all Mitzi told me. To wait. I assumed someone would open the door and be expecting me. But who would it be?

Oh yes, and there is that little matter of my being naked from the waist down while I was making my way from the car to the porch. I hoped like hell that whoever was going to open the door would do it quickly.

Lost in thought over what I was about to do, I almost passed the house I was looking for and had to slam on the brakes. The tires squealed a little, and I tensed up, hoping that I hadn't called attention to myself. I pulled into the driveway, with my heart about to beat out of my chest. It was time to steel myself for the nearly-nude walk to the front door and for whatever was on the other side.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed two young women, probably babysitters, they looked way too young to be the mothers, walking slowly down the sidewalk following three kids riding small bicycles. Two of them were still using training wheels, so they were going quite slowly. I knew I certainly had to let them get well-past before trying to make it to the house.

I scooted myself low in the seat, hoping they wouldn't see me sitting there in the driveway and come up to ask if I needed some help or something. I hoped the kids would distract them. As my bottom slid lower in the seat, I left a wet trail of nectar on the soft leather, another reminder of what this afternoon was all about. Even in my state of apprehension, I was still so aroused that I couldn't keep from reaching down and touching myself yet again, gently as I waited for the people to pass by.

As I waited and played my fingers lightly along my swollen lips, I closed my eyes and thought back to how 

I got here in the first place.

I was always exhausted the Saturday after school dismissed for the summer and usually ended up sleeping 

until noon. But not this day. I'd slept only fitfully Friday night, to the point that Dave finally asked me if there was something bothering me. Of course I said no, and tried to be still, as I lay there thinking about everything that had gone on between Mitzi and me during the past week.

I still couldn't believe that I'd first seduced my own student, and then let her seduce me right in my classroom. I was on the verge of committing professional suicide and all I could think of was how sweet her young cunt tasted when I took her there in her apartment last Saturday, and how eagerly she returned the favor after school the following Monday.

My juices began to flow as I lay there and thought about her firm little body and those womanly breasts that she had developed during the nine months she was in my class. And most of all, I thought of how she had urged me to come to her apartment today while her mother was away. Her attitude was so cavalier and expectant...confident...assured.

"We can have almost the whole weekend together," she'd told me, and I could only imagine what we could do to each 

other in that amount of time. But at the same time, my guilt about the whole thing was getting to be almost unbearable. I had to steel myself and stay away from that girl! I knew nothing good could possibly come from our relationship... except for how good my pussy felt when she lapped at it with her eager young tongue.

Little ribbons of light were beginning to filter in through the blinds on our bedroom window, and I had decided I might as well get up so as not to bother Dave's sleep any more. But about that time, he rolled over toward my side of the bed and draped his arm over my stomach. He was rousing a bit and that move usually meant he was going to be "frisky" in the morning.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the arm moved upward and his hand just "happened" to come to rest on my left 

breast. Still, he was not fully awake, but we had things pretty much on automatic pilot when it came to sex after nearly 15 years of marriage.

I was sleeping in a long T shirt and panties and Dave was wearing nothing but his boxers. I glanced over at him, his eyes still closed but with a little half-smile forming on his lips, and it reminded me how much I loved him, and how much I needed to end this...this thing...I was having with Mitzi. And end it quickly.

By now, Dave had stopped feigning sleep and opened his eyes and smiled at me. It was a smile that always melted my heart, and I rolled toward him, put my face very close to his and whispered, "Do you know how much I love you, baby?" I followed it up with a big, wet kiss, pressing my lips to his and hungrily thrusting my tongue in his mouth.




Mitzi Seduces Mrs. Robinson



"Mmmmmmm. What's that all about?" He asked. With us, kissing had become less and less a part of our lovemaking over the years, so that kind of display had to be a bit of a surprise to him.

"I just want you," I whispered, "that's all."

And with that, I sat up and threw one leg over his waist and sat on my startled husband. In one smooth motion, I peeled the T shirt off and smiled as he reached up and began to massage my breasts with both hands. I leaned forward, resting my hands on either side of his face and dragged my erect nipples slowly over his muscular chest. I always loved the way his fine chest hair tickled them when I did that.

I kissed him again and could feel his little cock springing to attention behind me. Dave always wakes up at about 

"half-mast,"and it took practically no time at all for him to get fully erect as a result of my attentions. I reached behind me and slid my hand inside his boxers and ran it along until I finally located his hard little shaft, up and down, several times using mostly just my forefinger and thumb. I hadn't been with many men in my life. None since Dave and I married. But in my limited experience, and from some comments I'd heard from some of the other female teachers at school, (and a few porn flicks) I felt as though Dave had about the smallest cock anybody had ever heard of. It was about three inches long when fully erect, but fairly thick. Even still, my fingers could all easily reach all the way around it, but it was still really cute.

But this morning, it felt especially hard, and especially nice. And I guess what I was doing to it felt pretty nice, too, because I could feel a little precum beginning to ooze from it, and each time I gave it a squeeze, I felt a little jerk in return.

Dave was lying on his back with his eyes closed, just enjoying my impromptu hand job. I was already highly aroused from lying in bed all night thinking about Mitzi, and I didn't want, or need, to spend a lot of time on foreplay. I just needed to cum really bad.

Turning loose of his cute little cock, I leaned forward again, once more pressing my hard nipples into his chest. "I want to be your whore, baby," I whispered to my startled husband. "I want you to fuck me like the bad girl I am."

Now occasionally, Dave and I would play little games with each other. But he was not used to hearing such talk from me. He looked at me with wide eyes, and just lay there as if he didn't know quite what to make of it.

"I've been a bad girl," I repeated, my voice now husky with the arousal that was building in me. "Pleaaaaasssse. Fuck me like I deserve."

I didn't have to say any more. Dave had the message. He threw me off him and nearly tore his boxers off. His 

cock was standing stiffly at attention and I could see it throb and pulse with each beat of his heart. And his heart seemed to be beating rather fast by that point.

"Get on your hands and knees, whore," he said sternly, "I'm going to fuck your naughty ass." And with that, he yanked down my panties and shoved me into position on all fours in front of him.

I felt the cute little head of his cock tracing along my crease, searching for just the right place to part them. And it wasn't long before he found it. Dave grabbed my hips hard as he shoved himself all the way in on the very first stroke. I think he was a little surprised at how smoothly his tiny cock entered me. I am usually not nearly that wet with him.

"So my naughty girl is really wet for me, huh," he chuckled.

"Oh, yes, baby, YESSS!" I panted back, not letting him know that a good part of that wetness was for my little teenage girlfriend, Mitzi Owens. "Now fuck me!" This time I nearly screamed it.

Dave was always good about doing as he was told. If I had been a whore, I think he might easily have become a cuckold. 

This time was no exception. He began to pound in and out of me with hard, quick little strokes. He'd pull his three inches nearly all the way out, then thrust it as deep as possible trying to make his feel as long as he get it. His thrusting was coming faster and faster, his heavy balls slapping my clit each time he slammed. But even that wasn't enough stimulation to take care of what I needed that morning. So I slid one hand underneath and began to rub my clit furiously, taking myself higher and higher toward what I knew would be a crushing orgasm.

Then I surprised even myself. "Spank me!" I hissed at my startled husband. I'd never asked for that before, never even wanted it. But today was different.

Totally taken off guard, Dave paused for just a moment, as if asking an unspoken question. But the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. I wanted him to take me. Take me right then. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

"Spank me, dammit!" I hissed, turning around to see the startled expression on his face.

But this time he got the message, and I felt the first smack of his hand on my right buttock.

"Harder!" I yelled, reaching down again and tugging at my clit.

I didn't have to tell him again. The second blow brought tears to my eyes. And that was just what I needed right then. I wanted, needed to hurt and feel good at the same time. That was the perfect symbolism for my life at that moment.

Smack! Another swat, this one on my left cheek. Then another, and another, and another. And each time Dave's 

hand came down hard on my ass, I could actually feel his cock pulse inside me for a change. The little spasms were beginning for me, too.

Finally, after probably ten hard swats, neither of us could take any more. Dave grabbed my hips again with both hands and began pumping even harder than before. He pushed me forward until I was resting on my elbows, my sore red bottom thrust into the air to meet him each time he buried his hard cock once more. He was trying SO hard to force his little dick as deep as he possibly could.

Finally, he made one more hard little thrust and just froze. I knew it was time, and I took my clit between two fingers and began to pinch and roll it until I felt this explosion deep at my core that began shooting out to every inch of my body. I felt Dave's dicklette begin to throb and spasm, just as my cunt began those rolling waves that clutched and milked it.

One, two, three, four, times I felt him jerk inside my throbbing tunnel, filling me with his hot semen. But it wasn't nearly enough. I was on fire, crazy with lust, and I needed more. So I began to rub my swollen clit as fast as I could and rolled right from my first orgasm into a second that finally caused me to collapse flat on the bed. Spent. Exhausted. With Dave's softening dick slipping quickly out of me with each twitch.

He was so spent, too, that it was all he could do to keep from crushing me with his 180 pounds. But he managed to prop himself up just enough to keep from flattening me all together. Finally, I felt his disappearing cock slip out, followed very shortly by what felt like a river of our mingled juices. I'm not sure Dave had ever cum like that before, and I knew I hadn't ever orgasmed so forcefully with him.

He rolled over on his side and began rubbing his hands lightly over my tender bottom. His hand felt cool compared with the enflamed flesh there. "Wow, Susan, what was that about?" he asked, sounding almost worried that something had gone a little haywire with his normally conservative wife.

"Mmmmmmmm," was all I could manage in my post-orgasmic bliss. Besides, I didn't think it would be too wise to 

mention that one of my students had lit the fire that I needed him to put out that morning.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said, "but I've got to get a shower and head over to the university to finish my enrollment for summer school. I think maybe we should talk some more."

"It's okay," I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't move right now."

He laughed as he got up and headed into the bathroom, and I just lay there on my stomach, thinking about what I wanted so badly to do later that day. And trying with all my strength to talk myself out of doing it. I wondered if his cum might linger inside of me long enough for Mitzi to unknowingly swallow some of it when I splash her face with my own juices. I devilishly decided not to wash the inside when I shower.

But the resolve just wasn't there. I knew I would see Mitzi that day. Knew that I would taste her tender pussy once more. Knew that I would regret it.

And I slid my hand slowly underneath my limp body, cupped my sopping pussy until the heel of my hand was pressing my clitoris just right, and brought myself to my third orgasm of the morning.

I finally dragged myself out of bed around ten, showered, dressed and started pacing. I walked from one room to another, even out into the back yard, where I hoped the fresh air would bring me to my senses. But no luck.

Back in the house, I paused in front of the large mirror hanging in our entryway and just stared at the face reflected there. It was a pretty face, I had to acknowledge. But there was something about the eyes...my eyes. There was an intensity there that I didn't usually see, a sort of burning. If the eyes truly are the window to the soul, it was clear that my need for Mitzi went that deep. The need I saw there scared me so much I had to turn away.

But it also convinced me that I might as well quit putting it off. I was going to see Mitzi that day, so I might as well quit stalling and head over to her apartment. 

When I arrived and rang the bell, Mitzi greeted me at the door with a smile. She didn't seem at all surprised to see me, even though the last thing she heard from me was that we must not see each other anymore.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Robertson," she smiled, those dark eyes sparkling at me. "Come on in. I was just chatting online and I need to say goodbye to my friend."

I never understood the fascination of Mitzi's generation with sitting in front of a computer hour after hour when they could actually be with REAL people. But there were apparently a lot of things I didn't understand about Mitzi's generation. Or at least about Mitzi.

I watched as she walked across the combination living/dining room toward her computer desk on the far wall. I always enjoyed watching her from behind, with her firm rounded hips that swayed so sensuously. Even at her young age, her body just exuded sexuality, and I wondered if she practiced the way she presented herself or whether it was simply in her DNA. Someday maybe I'll meet her mother. Hmmm, I giggled to myself. I seem to be lusting more after the girls these days than the men.

She was wearing some loose fitting athletic shorts, made of a red silky fabric. They were very short, too, and with each step they revealed just a hint of the curve of her bottom peeking out from underneath. She had paired them with a white tank top with very thin straps. And that was all. No shoes, obviously no bra from the way her pert young breasts revealed themselves when she was facing me, and I was betting no panties, either.

She sat briefly in her computer chair, typed a bit on the keyboard, apparently taking leave of her online friend, then turn to me with a warm smile. "There, that should take care of things, "she said and began to walk back to where I was still standing.

She walked up and stood very close and said softly, "I'm really glad you decided to come, Mrs. Robertson. I KNEW you would. You couldn't help it." And with that she reached out and took my hand and began leading me up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Wait a minute, Mitzi. Didn't you hear a thing I said that day after class? We just have to stop this."

"Don't you want me, Mrs. Robertson?" she said, her voice rising to sound like a little girl's. But I knew she didn't really want an answer to her question. She already knew it. She knew I wanted her...desperately. But she was just teasing, tempting me.

"Let's go on upstairs. Sissa may be home later and you don't want her to walk in on us...do you?" Mitzi sounded almost suggestive. Sissa was Mitzi's sister, Melissa. Sissa was the spitting image of Mitzi except that she had larger breasts and narrower hips. I wondered if Sissa might end up in one of my classes someday soon.

Watching Mitzi as she took my hand and led me up the stairs I was wondering how long I could refrain from taking her in 

my arms and holding her young body close to me again. 

I helplessly followed her up the stairs, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous ass right in my face as I followed. 

When we got to her bed she practically pushed me down onto it and playfully jumped onto it with me. She turned sideways to face me and drew one leg underneath her, her heel rubbing against her pussy like so many girls do when they feel the need to excite themselves in public places. Most men are oblivious to this form of female masturbation and a girl can do it right in front of them and they never catch on. It's sort of a girls little secret game. As she shifted positions, her loose shorts gapped and confirmed my suspicion that she was not wearing panties. That brief glimpse of the soft skin so close to her hot pussy was more than I could take. My nipples instantly sprang to attention and I could feel the dampness and heat between my legs.

"I like it when you look at me like that," Mrs. Robertson. "It makes me feel all tingly and wet."

I didn't quite know what to say to that. I didn't really want to admit that it made me tingly, too. After all, I was not the one who was 18 years old. Although I felt like it right now. 

Mitzi looked into my eyes and began to caress herself slowly, sensuously. She ran her fingertips lightly over her erect nipples, which were trying to poke their way through her thin white tank top.

Almost without thinking, I reached up and began to do the same—mirroring the seductive actions of my 18-year-old student. When she saw me start to caress myself as she was doing, she began to smile, a little mocking 

smile that seemed to be saying that she could have her way with me anytime she wanted. It must have been that look that snapped me out of my sexually-induced trance.

"This is crazy," I thought to myself. "I'm the adult here. I'm the teacher. And here I am letting this seductive little bitch control me like this!"

I don't quite understand what happened next, but a sort of fire just washed over me. I felt this crazy jumble of emotions all at once. I was angry, excited, scared...all at the same time. Before I even quite realized it, I reached across the bed and grabbed Mitzi by her arm and pulled her over to me.

"All right, young lady," I nearly shouted at her. "We'll see who's in control here!"

Of course, I could physically handle Mitzi with ease. She was not even five feet tall and I was more than half a foot taller. I must have outweighed her by 30 pounds or more. And with the rush of emotions I was feeling right then, her little body felt like a rag dolls in my grip.

Her mouth was open and her eyes wide as I tightened my grip on her arm even more and dragged her to me. "I'm 

going to teach you what happens to slutty little girls," I yelled, "who flaunt their bodies like that!" And with that I turned the astonished Mitzi over my lap and prepared to administer the first spanking I'd ever given anyone.

Oh, I had been on the receiving end of numerous spankings from my mom and dad. Both of them had whipped me as I was growing up, and looking back, I had needed it every time. Always over their laps. Always with a bare bottom. With their bare hands most of the time, but occasionally when I had really been bad, with a belt (dad) or a hairbrush (mom). The last spanking I received was when I took the car without permission. That time, it was dad with his bare hands and I was shocked when I actually orgasmed from it right there on his lap. He never did that again and we never spoke of it, but I'd never forget it.

But I had never done anything to approach Mitzi's transgressions. Intentionally not wearing panties to class. Showing off her bare pussy to the teacher. Acting like the little tramp. Of course, I was loath to acknowledge my own contribution to her behavior because, after all, I was desperately trying to control myself, and she was just egging me on. 

I pushed my left hand into her back to hold her in place while I reached with my right to pull down her loose shorts. By now, some of her astonishment had been replaced by fear, and Mitzi began to kick her legs, trying to free herself from my grasp. Of course, my superior size and strength allowed me easily to keep her in place over my lap.

"Stop it, Mitzi," I hissed at her. "Stop struggling or you're only going to get it worse."

Apparently realizing from my harsh tone that I meant business, she stopped kicking and lay quietly over my knees. I could hear little sobs erupting from her throat as the realization of what was about to happen sunk in.

"All right, Mitzi. You've needed this for a long time. Your mother should have done it a lot more often. Have 

you ever been spanked?"

"N_n_no," she sobbed, the word catching in her throat. "Please don't hurt me, Mrs. Robertson!" She started to 

struggle a little, and I responded with a hard smack on the right cheek of her firm, rounded ass. As soon as my hand touched her ass I felt my own juices starting to flow. I had not intended this to be sexual. Now I was even more confused. 

"Owwwwww!" she yelled. "Stop it, you bitch!" She tried to reach around with one hand and shield her bottom, but I grabbed her hand and quickly moved it out of the way.

And with that, I rained down a half-dozen more hard strokes on Mitzi's bare young bottom, alternating from 

one cheek to the other until both were pink and warm from my efforts. And despite her struggles, I kept her 

firmly planted on my lap as my pussy twitched, just seconds from orgasm.

"Now, Mitzi, the more you struggle, the worse it's going to be. Each time you struggle, I'm going to give you six extra swats. Now lie still."

She lay across my lap, her breaths coming in quick gulps. Her face was red with anger and pain and tears were beginning to trickle down both cheeks. "All right, dear, that's better," I told her soothingly as she ceased her struggling. "You know you've been bad. You know you deserve this, so let's get it over with, shall we?"

Mitzi didn't say a word. She just gave out a little whimper and closed her eyes tight in anticipation of what was to come. As she lay there nearly limp across my knees, I realized that this spanking was having an uncontrollable effect on me. My nipples had grown harder, almost painfully sensitive to the thin fabric of my blouse pressing against them. And the moistness between my legs had been transformed to a large wet patch on the front panel of my panties. I could tell by the warmth in my cheeks that my face was flushed and I could imagine what I must look like.

But I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. I intended to finish what I'd started. So I went to work again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The swats came one after the other. Hard ones that hurt my hand and that turned Mitzi's ass from a warm pink to a bright red. By the time I had administered the final 12, she was sobbing loudly, but doing her best not to resist, so as not meriting any additional swats. My own body was wracked with sensations like I had never felt before.

"All right, Mitzi," I said soothingly, "you can get up now." And with that, she slowly climbed off my lap and began that post-spanking dance that I had done so many times myself as a young girl. She shifted quickly from one foot to the other there in front of me, while she rubbed both hands gently over her tender red ass. Her shorts were still around her ankles, and I noticed as I glanced at her nearly bare pussy that her lips were quite moist.

"Now, Mitzi," I said gently, "do you understand who is in charge here now?"