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.