Tutoring Zoe, Part Two

by Single Mom

It was almost as if they had rehearsed it. They were no sooner locked in the closet when they were both naked. Terri seated in the lone chair in the room, Zoe sitting on her lap facing her, they embraced, then kissed, gently at first, then less gently. Tongues soon becoming heavily involved.

Zoe began thrusting her hips against her teacher's pubic mound. Terri's hands fell to Zoe's hips, guiding her, setting the pace. "Do you like this, baby?"

"Uh-huh," the child mumbled almost incoherently, her small body trembling with anticipation and excitement.

"Can you come, my little darling?"

"Uh-huh . . . uh-huh. Yeah I can," Zoe moaned, throwing her head back, eyes wide and glazed, lower jaw hanging slack, saliva drooling from her lips. "Uff Uff Uff," she grunted in rhythm with her thrusting hips against her teacher's wet pubic bone.

Terri slid to the edge of the small chair and arched her back to increase the pressure on the child's clitoris.

"Miss Terri! . . . Miss Terri! . . . Almost!" Zoe moaned, clenching her buttocks as her orgasm approached.

"Do it sweetheart. Come for Miss Terri, baby." Terri whispered, as the two sweat-drenched bodies made soft sucking sounds in the small closet.

The child cried out as her body twitched then stiffened, Terri's lap becoming drenched with her young lover's juices.

Terri managed to find some paper towels to clean them both up with. They dressed quickly, fearing that the class would return from recess at any moment now. They were both too disheveled to emerge from the closet in front of the class, so she did the best she could to make them both a little more presentable. This is exactly how teachers get caught, she reasoned, and vowed to plan better in the future.

It was taking far too long to receive the signed permission slips to tutor Zoe and to transport her in a personal vehicle. They had both skipped lunch for three days in a row now, and Terri was concerned that their absence would be noticed if this practice were to continue for much longer. She took the precaution of stocking the closet with the folding cot, cloth towels, a wash cloth, a large jar of water, a mirror, a hair brush and a spray can of Oust air sanitizer to mask the odor of their love making. The supply closet became their little love nest.

The normal procedure was that Terri would go into the closet just before lunch to set up the cot, then send Zoe in shortly after to retrieve something or other from the closet just prior to the lunch bell. Zoe would be lying naked on the cot when Terri arrived.

Terri decided that this would be Zoe's first day to try giving oral sex. Terri could manage an orgasm simply by giving one to her young lover, but Zoe was insisting that she be allowed to make "Real love," to her teacher.

The child ate her like an expert; her tongue went from Terri's clit to her asshole in a single motion, pausing occasionally to suck on Terri's thick, wet labia, as Terri had done for her on previous occasions. Any attempt by Terri to assume the 69 position was rejected by her young lover, who complained that she couldn't concentrate on Terri's pussy if Terri was eating her. Zoe got on her knees at the foot of the bed and pushed her teacher's legs back and up so that her toes were pointing at the ceiling. Zoe then began to tongue fuck Terri's asshole, bringing about an earth-shattering orgasm.

"I came too," Zoe announced, showing that she had learned to get pleasure by giving it.

"I love you baby girl," Terri proclaimed, realizing that she did in fact love this little girl.

"I love you too Mommy," Zoe said absentmindedly, causing Terri to wonder if Zoe had ever done any of these things with her mother. She would like to believe that she was that good of a teacher when it came to sexual techniques, but that wouldn't explain Zoe's general attitude toward sex, or her love for women. Were lesbians made, or were they born? What was she, beyond being a pedophile? Was she in love with a young girl, a young child, or was it just Zoe? She was such a spectacularly beautiful and sexy child with an ass cute enough to die for. Could she be this taken with a young boy?

"Sweetheart, have you ever done these things with your Mommy?" Terri asked.

There was a long pregnant pause, then Zoe lowered her head and said, "Only before she got her new girlfriend."

My God! Terri thought. Her own mother. But then she was the girl's teacher and teachers were just as influential as mothers, and in some cases even more. The bright spot was that if her mother found out about she and Zoe, what could she say? Pedophilia was pedophilia even when it involved a mother and child.

It was a Monday afternoon just prior to the end of the school day when Terri received a call from the front office telling her that Mrs. Pettit was there with the signed permission slips. Terri had to suppress her true emotions; no more hurried sex during the lunch hour; no more fucking her young lover in a school full of teachers and students. She could now bury her face and tongue in her young lover's pussy without the pressure of time restraints. When Zoe came, she could leisurely drink from her without the pressure of time.

As usual, Zoe was the last to leave the classroom at the end of the school day, and Terri patted her beautiful ass and whispered, "Your mother is here with the permission slips, sweetheart. Think about tomorrow afternoon after school."

Zoe skipped happily to the school bus while Miss Terri went to the office to meet the mysterious Mrs. Pettit.

Claire Pettit was a tall, leggy blonde, and obviously a femme lesbian. She was NOT a bull dyke. Her long blonde hair was worn in a pony tail draped leisurely over her right shoulder and rested on the sloping top of her ample right breast. She was wearing black skin-tight stretch Capri pants, and a black tank top with spaghetti straps. Terri couldn't help but notice the clear panty line, stretched over an adult Zoe-like ass. Claire Pettit was a fully grown Zoe Pettit.

The two women introduced themselves, and shook hands. Terri escorted Claire back to her classroom. "I don't want to alarm you," Terri said. "Zoe is not failing in math, but needs help in grasping some of the concepts, and I believe that tutoring would help her in that area. The problem of course, is that she takes the school bus home, so I or some other school member would have to drive her home after her tutoring sessions."

"Yeah well, you're the teacher so if you think she needs some kind of help, then I guess you should do it," Claire Pettit said.

"I would have her home by—say five or six, and if the sessions ran too long, I would be happy to stop on the way home and feed her," Terri said, holding her breath, waiting for a response.

"Well Zoe likes you, you're all she talks about, so I guess that would be okay," Claire said.

"Oh I think she's a sweet little girl as well. Some children often think of their teachers as a second mommy, and I think that Zoe and I have that kind of a relationship."

Claire laughed. "Well if you ever wanna adopt her, let me know."

Terri suddenly had a vision of Claire and her lover thrashing around on a king size bed, sweat slick bodies sticking together, limbs entwined like warm snakes, heads jammed between wet thighs, filling the room with the sounds of licking, sucking, and cries of passionate profanity, and Zoe listening in the next room, perhaps even watching from some secret place. "I'll be sure to do that," Terri joked.

Teacher and student would return to having lunch in the cafeteria since they would have up to 2 hours after school in their little love nest. Zoe found a spot across from the teacher's section as usual, and Terri followed shortly, placing some books on the empty table to reserve her spot while going through the serving line.

She was no sooner seated at the table when she was joined by Shirley Burton. Zoe's face went from a smile to a frown when she saw her 4th-grade teacher take a seat at Terri's table. "You're fucking her, aren't you," Shirley Burton came right out and asked.

"I beg your pardon," Terri said, trying to keep a straight face.

"You haven't been coming to lunch, and when I went to your classroom, the door was locked."

"Because there was no one in there," Terri said. "That's what locks are for."

"So where were you?"

"Well I wasn't in the teachers lounge being fist fucked by Zoe," Terri snapped.

Shirley's face froze and turned a bright red. "Did she tell you that?"

"No, she didn't. You're not as smart as you think you are, Shirley. Isn't Bob's cock big enough for you? Do you need a girl's arm in there? How much can you take?"

"I can take most of a small child's forearm, and I don't care if it's a girl or a boy. So don't knock it if you haven't tried it.

"I haven't tried it, and I don't intend to."

"So we can share her. What's it going to hurt. You get what you want, and I get what I want."

Strangly, the mental picture of Zoe plunging her fist in and out of Shirley's cunt, turned her on. Just the thought of it brought her to the brink of an orgasm. "And what about what Zoe wants?" Terri asked, glancing over at Zoe's table."

"Ask her. If she doesn't want to, I'll forget it. If she does, we're all winners."

"Come to my classroom after school," Terri said. "If the door is unlocked, come in, we'll be in the closet. If it it's locked, just go away and leave us alone."

Terri had advanced Zoe to the point where she could do 69 and not be distracted by what Terri was doing to her. The two were in a sapphic embrace, with Terri on the bottom, Zoe on top, sucking on Terri's already enlarged clitoris while Terry nibbled on and sucked the droplets of vaginal secretions from Zeo's thick, blood-engorged labia.

Zoe was riding the peak of orgasm when the storage room door came open. She was totally oblivious to the 4th-grade teacher standing there watching her thrusting her hips into her teacher's face, hanging on to Terri's legs to keep from falling off do to the twitching and shuddering caused by her orgasm.

Shirley Burton slowly backed out of the storage room door and left the classroom, knowing that she had lost Zoe Pettit to Terri Breen forever.

To be continued in Chapter Three.

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