Evelyn seduces a young girl

Written by , on 2017-06-12, genre lesbian

I'm Evelyn, and you'll know from my previous stories that I've been on the receiving end of some pretty mind-blowing sex recently – mainly from the girls who have now become such a part of my life, and especially my friend Claire. Claire introduced me to lesbian sex and encouraged the exhibitionist side of myself, culminating in us giving a live sex show for two couples. It has all been really exciting and a roller-coaster ride of lust and sex that I could never have imagined when I divorced.

But things took a new turn recently when instead of being on the receiving end, I found myself actually being in the position of seducing a girl. I had been wondering for some time how I would pluck up the courage to approach another girl with sex in mind, but it happened in a way that was totally unexpected.

It all began when I started offering my services as a piano teacher. I am a rather good pianist and had been toying with the idea of giving private lessons for some time. And in case you're wondering, no, I didn't do this with the intention of picking anyone up. Anyway, I had quite a good response to my local ads and was soon approached by anxious parents hoping to give their precious offspring an edge when it came to taking their music exams.

My first student was a 15-year-old girl in high school preparing for her grade 7 exams. I first met her after school one day at her house, where her parents introduced me to her. Her name is Amanda and I have to say I found myself very attracted to her right from the start. I had never before thought of myself as being interested in much younger girls, but then I'd never met a willowy, tall teenager with blonde hair and blue eyes and a sweet round face that was just so open and fresh. And to be honest, a part of me was very attracted by her cute school uniform – a short, pleated blue skirt, white knee-high socks and a crisp white shirt that she wore with a tie. Amanda was a very confident girl – until she started playing the piano.

I asked her to play me a few scales, nothing demanding, but for some reason she was very tense and couldn't play at all fluently. “What's up, Amanda?” I asked her. “You seem very nervous – I'm sure you're not normally like this.”

“Oh, it's the usual story,” she replied. “I'm fine playing when no one else is around, but as soon as someone is watching or listening I start to tense up. And especially today because you're new and you're here to judge me. Sorry, but that's the way it is.”

“Now listen to me, Amanda. We are going to find a way of making you relax so that you can play as fluently with an audience as you do when you're on your own. Just place your hands on the keyboard and sit quite still. That's it. Now I'm going to put my hands on your shoulders and gently massage them, taking all that tension away – do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss.”

So I stood behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders and gently rubbed them through her white shirt. This is something I found used to work for me when I was younger, so I was sure it would help her. What I hadn't expected was how erotic I found the act of rubbing her to be. I wonder if my teacher had felt the same all those years ago! Gradually, Amanda's shoulders relaxed and I could feel her unwind, the knots going out of those shoulder muscles. I moved my face closer to the back of her head to take in the scent of her hair and soft young skin – she sensed me getting closer and let out a soft moan of pleasure. “How do you feel now?” I asked, still squeezing and stroking her shoulders, my hands now also touching the sides of her neck.

“That feels lovely, Miss – I could almost fall asl**p here.”

“Well we don't want that. Why don't you try and play a few scales now?” And she did so, playing with much greater fluency than before. “See, it doesn't take much, does it? Just imagine I'm gently massaging you and then all that tension will go away.”

“But what if I can't imagine it? I mean, what if, when you stop, I go back to my old ways?”

“Let's try shall we?” I said, and sat down to watch as she continued to play – perhaps not as well as when I was actually touching her, but certainly much better than when I'd first heard her play. “See, you can do it – you just need to learn how to relax.”

Our hour was nearly up and I told her to practise like this, imagining me beside her, and told her I'd see her next week. Now, I have to say that the days till our next lesson dragged on and on – all I wanted to do was to be with my sweet little schoolgirl Amanda and have the excuse to touch her again. I even found myself masturbating as I thought of her in her cute little uniform – I know it was all wrong, but I just couldn't help myself.

When the day finally came for our next lesson, I found Amanda ready and eager to play for me. She had made great progress and I was beginning to wonder if this was as far as I could go with her – a fantasy that would never become a reality. But half way through the lesson she turned to me and said, “You know, Miss, I really liked you touching and massaging me last time. Could you do it again, please?”

“Well, it's not strictly necessary now, but I'm happy to do that if it'll make you feel better.” So we went through the same routine again, and this time I let my face almost touch her hair as I massaged her shoulders. Far from being a passive recipient, Amanda pushed her head back so that I could nuzzle into her sweet neck, and before I knew what was happening I was kissing the nape of her neck and nibbling her earlobes. She made no attempt to pull away and simply said, “That is so good, Miss – please don't stop.”

“You smell so good,” I muttered, “I love the taste of your fresh young skin. Can I kiss you properly?”

“Oh, Miss, I would love that more than anything.” And so saying she turned around and, throwing her arms round my shoulders, kissed me full on the lips. I was almost delirious with excitement as our lips parted and our tongues began to play with each other. She was so sweet and innocent, but somehow so sexy and horny at the same time.

“You know this is quite wrong?” I said. “You are my student and I'm you're teacher and I'm much older than you.” Which was true, but somehow didn't seem to matter. “What if someone finds out?”

“Don't worry, Miss, no one's going to find out from me. And I just love the way you make me feel – so hot and tingly all over.”

“Have you ever had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend, Amanda? Do you know what it's like to make love to someone else?”

“No, Miss – but I'd like you to teach me, if you don't mind.”

“Maybe we should do this somewhere else,” I said, worried that in her house like this we could be interrupted at any time.

And so we arranged to meet at my house after school one day – she'd make excuses at home and say she was going to a homework club. That way I'd get her all to myself for a couple of hours and no one would be any the wiser.

I was in a state of high excitement by the time Amanda finally called round. I had been nervously changing my outfit from one thing to another, never quite satisfied, still not quite sure of the impression I wanted to make on my little friend. Eventually I settled for a black pencil skirt and pale blue blouse – a combination that made me feel sexy and school-mistressy at the same time. She of course was still in her school uniform, and that excited me as much as any other outfit would have done. Once inside the house, we kissed on the cheeks and I led her into the lounge and told her to sit down. I had a little game in mind that I hoped she would like!

“Now, Amanda,” I said, adopting my school-mistress voice, “Have you been doing your homework practice as I asked?”

I think she realised straight away what was happening and with a glint in her eyes replied, “Oh, Miss, I've been so busy I just didn't have time. Have I been a very naughty girl?”

“You've been very naughty, Amanda, and I'm going to have to punish you for it. Come here and bend over my knees.” And with that she got up and came to lie across my lap, her cute little skirt riding up so I could see an expanse of white thigh. “You have been a bad girl, Amanda, and this is what happens to bad girls.” And so saying, I slapped her bottom over her skirt, letting my hand linger to rub her tight little ass.

“Oh, Miss, I'm so naughty – but when you punish me like this I'm almost glad I misbehaved.”

“Quiet, you naughty girl – I haven't finished yet.” And lifting her skirt I put my hand on her lovely white knickers and slapped a bit more. As Amanda squealed in mock outrage, I slowed the rhythm so that my hand was just rubbing up and down her ass cheeks and my finger was sliding against her pussy through her panties. I pulled the fabric to one side and slide my fingers up and down her pussy, which by now was very wet. “Do you like it when Miss touches you up like this, you bad girl? Is your pussy wet for me, you naughty schoolgirl?”

“Oh, Miss, I love the feel of your hand on my pussy – would you like to see some more of it?” And she lifted herself off my lap and sat on the sofa with her legs wide apart, her skirt up round her waist, and then took off her panties so that I could see her shiny wet cunt. She spread the pussy lips for me and I gasped as I saw how wet she was and how her pretty pink pussy was coated in thick juices. “Please, Miss, lick my pussy – taste my sweet honey – I want you to take it all on your tongue and on your lips.”

For a young girl, Amanda was extremely slutty, and I didn't need asking twice as I knelt down and had my first taste of her delicious teen pussy juice. I licked and sucked, amazed at how much juice was pouring out of her sweet cunt, and before long she had a big, shuddering orgasm as I clamped my mouth over her sopping pussy while my tongue played with her hard clit.

“Mmmm, that was so good, Miss,” she gasped. “But I want to give you pleasure too – would you like that?”

That really was the understatement of the year! With a deftness of touch that suggested a depth of experience she couldn't possibly have had, she quickly unzipped my skirt and tore off my panties until she too could lick and suck her teacher's cunt. I was so wet and horny that with her pretty little teen lips and tongue dancing over my pussy I came hard in a matter of minutes – for the first time in my life I came near to squirting as my cum shot out and splashed her sweet lips.

As we licked and sucked each other, our juices mingling on our lips and tongues, we both almost immediately had another orgasm, helped on by fingering each other's cunts. We were both so hot, wet and horny that I think we could have cum a third time if we had had the time. Sadly, Amanda had to leave to avoid suspicion, but we agreed to do some more “homework” as soon as we could. I reflected when she had gone on how lovely it had been to play with her tight little body, and as that delicious tingling feeling between my legs got stronger, I masturbated to a climax thinking of my hot little schoolgirl lover.

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