Anabelle Ford – The Teacher

Anabelle Ford – The TeacherAnabelle Ford, the Teacher“And the, ladies, was Renaissance woman. Now I want you to study what we’ve been going over and come back to me with some of the major problems women in the 14th to 16th century would come up against and please, PLEASE, don’t stick to the usual hygiene problems. Let your mind expand and come up with something original.”Anabelle looked at her class. Thirteen girls. University calling and all ambitious. Her mind flitted back to her own school days. The keenness to learn and understand. Not so many years ago. She had once sat, enthralled by her studies like these girls and fascinated by nearly everything.“What station in life would you have been, Anna?”Annabelle had always encouraged them to use her first name. She now looked at the girl who had spoken and sat with her hand slightly raised, a pen idly pointing at the ceiling to indicate the speaker.“Well, I suppose I would have been….well, I wouldn’t have been serf certainly but not landed gentry either. Probably a girl waiting to be married off to a suitable young man to enhance the family.”“Lord of the Manor’s son?”“Possibly. Do you have ambitions in that direction Mandy?”“Good God, No!” the girl laughed. And twisted her pretty face to look at her friends. “I have no intention of settling for one man. They’re only useful for one thing.”“Not even that in some cases,” Patty joined in and there was general laughter.“You speak from experience, Patty?” Annabelle asked to more laughter. Patty turned her ice blue eyes and gave a wicked look.“Oh yes,” she said in a sultry voice. “Plenty!”“Local mattress are you Pats?” Jean chimed in to more laughter.“Certainly not!” the girl said. “I ALWAYS take control. The view’s better up top and let’s face it, most of them are such lazy bastards they’re happy for you to do the driving. I just – use them for my pleasure.”“Well you be careful, young lady,” Anabelle said. “You may get something more in there than you bargained for.”“A baby? No way! I take my little pill like a good girl. And let’s face it, no one expects to marry a virgin these days. Not like then.”“There were a good few who weren’t Virgo Intacto then also,” Anabelle said. “In Italy it was a common thing for a bride to carry a small blade in bed to gently nick her flesh just before she was taken so that her new husband thought he’d taken her maidenhood.”“Men are pricks!” Jean said and all the girls laughed.“Don’t knock it, Jean,” Patty replied. “It’s only their pricks which are any use.”“I’ve met some useless ones,” Jean replied and laughter broke out again.“Ladies, Please!” Anabelle said. “A little decorum, please!”“Who popped your cherry, Anna?! Patty asked and the teacher felt all the eyes of her class upon her.“Who said it has?” she stalled.“Come on!” Patty insisted. “With your looks there is no question that you’ve been well and truly fucked. Who was he?”Anabelle smiled. She never restricted their talk feeling it would help them to develop without repressions.There was a loud buzz and she checked her watch.“Saved by the bell,” she said. “For answers to that you will have to wait until our next lesson and no doubt let your minds run riot. Well, while they do, let them run riot over your project. Now go away! All of you!”The girls laughed and left the room chatting. Anabelle smiled and collected her books. She turned to the board and wiped it down.“They were getting close,” a voice said behind her.“They’re OK and I’m sure they wouldn’t do anything if they knew anyway,” she said and placed the board wiper on the small shelf as she felt hands come around her waist and the soft kiss on her long neck. She closed her eyes and felt the soft hands move up her belly and cup her silk enclosed breasts, gently squeezing them. She twisted her head and her attacked gently nibbled on the lobe of her ear. She felt one hand run down her body and coved the small mound showing through her tight skirt.“I want to fuck you, Miss Anabelle Ford,” the soft voice said. “I want to rip all your fucking clothes off and push you onto that desk and eat your fucking cunt until you scream.”“Later, my lover. Later you can have everything you want. I promise you that.”Anabelle turned and their lips met. Bodies pressed hard together and hips gyrated against each other. She force herself away.“Now Go! Quick!”The dark brown eyes of her lover gazed back at her. Lust made them burn.“I do love it when you’re being dominant.”“Leather underwear for me tonight then. You will be there won’t you?”“Oh yes! I might even be able to stay all night.”Anabelle’s eyes lit up. She gently bit her lower lip. She smiled and felt like a naughty girl under the lustful gaze. She kissed two fingers and placed them against her lover’s lips and felt the kiss returned. She smiled as she watched the slim figure retreat. The white shirt, the swing of the short skirt. The long, shapely legs.“What’s your next lesson?” she called. At the door Coral paused and turned.“French,” she said turning. “But I’ll be thinking of the French we’ll be doing tonight.”She blew a kiss and Anabelle saw her mouth the words ‘I love you’ before she slipped through the door and was gone.Anabelle closed her eyes and composed herself. Four more months. Just four months and no-one could interfere in their relationship but now. Now it would be suicide for her as far as her career was concerned. In loco parentis!“Fuck life!” she thought.It had been an instant attraction. Coral had joined her class last year and they had hit it off instantly. She was witty and intelligent and loved Anabelle’s company. They laughed at similar things but she’d managed to stifle any thoughts of further involvement. It was a party. Her friend had invited her trying to get her off with one of the male teachers. She’d always kept her sexual orientation to herself and, as a single woman of twenty-four, friends thought she was in desperate need of a man. To be more precise, they felt she needed a male appendage. Not attached but inserted. She never could find out why they thought this. She had walked into a room and Coral was sitting in a corner. Her mother had brought her along thinking it would be good for her to meet people socially.They’d hit it off and were found in the conservatory at two in the morning, chatting and laughing like old friends.The next day, at school, Coral had approached her and asked about some history question and they’d spent most of a free period chatting about it. The talked easily and freely and Anabelle had promised to lend the girl some of her personal books. She arranged to meet her a little way from school as she felt it would not be a good Gecelik Escort thing to be seen driving a pupil home. At that time she had no idea how deep her feelings were getting.At home, she had made coffee and they talked as they went through the books and Coral was fascinated by the subject. Anabelle noticed the way she kept flicking back the long, chestnut hair as she studied the illustrations. She shook herself and made a mental note to be careful.Then, as they both looked at a book, she made a point and turned to look at the girl. Coral was looking back and her eyes, wide and dark brown, smiled. Their faces were inches apart. Anabelle felt paralysed as Coral’s hand came up and gently stroked her cheek. Then she was falling. Inches seemed miles as their faces closed. The last millimetres seem to take an age before soft lips pressed against hers and she felt that tongue, that hot, electric tongue, between her lips. Their mouths were open and faces twisting against each other’s as the kiss deepened into facial ****. Anabelle knew she should stop this here. Knew she MUST stop it here. She felt the girl’s hand at her waist, easing itself slowly up the soft silkiness of her blouse. A half uttered protest escaped from their locked mouths as she felt the hand under her breast. She wanted to pull back but the girl’s other hand was behind her head. The soft fullness of her breast was encased in the girl’s hand and Anabelle reacted.Grabbing the long, chestnut locks, she twisted her hand in them and held their faces hard together. Coral grunted and Anabelle felt her other hand on her buttocks. Her own hand moved to the girl’s curved bum and she pushed, forcing her pubic mound against the girl’s.Suddenly the kiss was broken and they gazed into each other’s eyes. Neither spoke and it was the younger girl who took her teacher’s hand and led her to the sofa. She sat and Coral was beside her as she lay back. The girl’s hand gently stroked the soft cheek and Anabelle lay, one long leg stretched oout, the other with foot firmly on the sofa. She was transfixed as she watched her pupil slowly lower her face and the kiss, when it came, was soft and tender. In her mind she knew she must stop it now. She felt the hand on her outstretched leg. On her knew. She knew it must now stop. She let her other knee fall to the side and felt the hand gently stroke ujp her inner thigh.“We mustn’t,” she said lamely as the kiss broke.“Ssshhhhh,” Coral said and Anabelle felt her fingers against the soft gusset of her knickers. Their eyes were fixed on each others as Coral slid one finger under the elastic and watched her teacher’s mouth open as she found the wet channel.Tingling pleasure flooded Anabelle’s lower regions and her mouth opened wide as she felt the soft, long, slim finger ease it’s way along her wet pussy. Over the clit sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. She arched her back and writhed as the finger, like a small snake seeking it’s nest, eased downwards. It circled her entrance a few times and there was a gasp as it plunged deep inside.“Ohhh. Fuck!”The expletive had burst out as the finger began a rhythmical thrusting.“Yes. Fuck!,” Coral whispered to the writhing figure. “I am going to fuck you so much. I WANT to fuck you so much!”Anabelle writhed as the finger plunged in and out lifting her to a plane she hadn’t reached for a long while. The pleasure of an orgasm stimulated by a lover rather than by yourself. The thrill of being used. The excitement of the illicitness. She was the teacher for God’s sake and it was her pupil who was lifting her to a plane of pleasure she’d not reached for many years.She could feel it building, filling her body. Right and wrong had gone and now only pleasure was the goal. She teached up and held the girl’s chestnut hari and pulled her face down.“Fuck me!” she said before their lips met. “Fuck you you dirty fucking whore!”The kiss was had and bruising and Anabelle felt the long finger laying along her wet cunt. Not touching but full length, the long nailed tip probing with each thrust and the whole finger stimulating her clit.She cried out as a massive orgasm hit her like a hurricane and whirled her up to the height of her sexual pleasure. Still the finger rubbed and probed and she rode her lustful thrills.Slowly, so slowly, she came back down and felt her lustful pupil gently easing the rubbing, keeping her at the height of her orgasm for as long as possible.And finally she lay, breathing heavily and almost laughing.“You, young lady,” she said. “Are good.”Coral smiled and bit her lower lip shyly.“It’s the first time I’ve ever done that,” she said softly.“What?”“On someone else, I mean,” she added quickly. “Did you like it?”“Couldn’t you tell?”A shy smile and a brief nod.Anabelle wriggled free and stood. Taking the girl by the hand, she half led, half pulled her to the stairs and led her to a large bedroom. It was decorated in pastel blue with white. Almost a Wedgewood feel. In the centre was a massive bed. Six feet square, it had an iron headboard and foot board. The walls had long, silky d****s and one side of the room was a wardrobe with mirrored doors which made the room seem twice the size.Coral stared at her reflection as Anabelle came up behind her and reached round to unbutton her blouse. She raised her hands to help but the were slapped away.“My turn for pleasure,” the teacher said moving in front of the girl. Coral realised she was moving so that she could watched as she was undressed.The plain white regulation blouse was unfastened and pulled from her skirt waistband. Gently, /anabelle eased it off the soft young shoulders and bent her head forwards to kiss the soft skin, gently working up the neck to the girl’s ear. Coral was breathing heavily and her hands came up to her teacher’s blouse. A slap sent them back down.“Leave!”“Yes, Miss,”“Mistress!” Anabelle said as she took the girl’s face between fingers and thumb squeezing her cheeks to form a pucker.“Mistress!” Coral said with a little difficulty. Anabelle smiled and kissed her on the lips.“You were in charge on the sofa,” she said. “Now it’s my turn.”“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said with a smile and noted the little flurry of excitement in her lower belly.Her blouse was eased off and the teacher looked at the lacy bra. The girl wasn’t large in the chest and her breasts were pert but the nipples stood clearly out and Anabelle noted it was front fastening. Her fingers were almost trembling as she released the single catch and the bra fell open showing the swelling breasts and the pink nipples.Slowly, she bent forward and took Genç İzmir Escort one in her mouth, her hand cupping the other and her thumb gently massaging that nipple. She sucked and nibbled and felt Coral’s hands on her head, cradling her to the mounds. She just knew that her eyes would be closed as she savoured the mauling. As she suckled, she released the waistband of the firl’s skirt and slid her hand inside. She stood and looked at the girl who shrugged.“I took them off when I went for a pee earlier.”“You have all the makings of a little slut, young lady.”“YOUR little slut, Mistress. YOUR little slut.”Anabelle smiled and moved behind the girl and they looked at their reflections.“You are so beautiful,” Coral said as her neck was kissed. Anabelle looked up and smiled.“So are you,” she said then turned her and they kissed again.Finally, Anabelle led her pupil to the bed and the girl lay down and watched as her mistress began to strip. It was a performance and took a little while before they were both naked and the teacher climbed on the bed.“You look delicious,” she said, lifting one of Coral’s legs and moving between them. The girl was spread-eagle and lay, quite unashamed, as her teacher gazed at her most intimate parts. She inhaled deeply in anticipation as she watched the older woman bend forward and then the thrill as the tongue opened her and worked in short strokes, from top to bottom of the wet channel. She could feel herself flooding as the tongue worked her and probed inside her. She arched her back to give easier access to her body and she felt Anabelle’s fingers probing inside her.“OH! Fuck! Yesss” she cried. “Fuck me, mistress! Fuck your little plaything! Make me cum!”Her orgasm came is seconds and her long, slim legs clamped around her teacher and she rode the face that was giving her total pleasure. Her hips were bouncing against the other woman’s face and she was crying out with total pleasure as she peaked and grunted and moaned and rode her orgasm.Then Anabelle’s face was in front of hers and they kissed. She could taste her juices on the other woman and she was almost eating her face.Finally they were curled in each other’s arms and laying talking of nothing in the afterglow of sex. It was a long while before Anabelle spoke.“This can’t go on, Coral,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I should have…..”“Sssshhh” the girl had said, placing a finger to her teachers lips. “I know the problems, darling. I do know.”“I must……”“Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy the moment for as long as we can.”They cuddles up together and held each other close.It was a while later that Anabelle nudged her partner.“Time to go home, young lady,” she said and turned to look at the bedside clock. “OH MY GOD!”“Mmmm?”“Wake up! It’s four o’clock in the morning!”“Don’t worry.” The girl said, turning over and placing an arm around her teacher.“Don’t worry!? What do you mean ‘Don’t worry’?”“I told Mum I might stay with my friend. She wasn’t expecting me home.”“You had this planned, didn’t you?”Coral smiled.“Oh you bad girl!”“You thought I was a good girl last night. Maybe you think it’s good that I’m a bad girl.”“You, young lady, are a little slut,”“Yes, Mistress. But I’m YOUR slut. Are you going to fuck me now or after breakfast.”Anabelle looked down at the smiling girl, her hair all over the place and a sleepy smile on her young face.“Both!” she said and pushed her onto her back as they giggled.She’d dropped Coral off a few streets away from school and had spent a day of torture. She knew what she had to do and had resolved to go to the Head and ask to be replaced in this class but as she walked along the corridor, the girls had come the other way and Coral’s eyes locked on to hers. Whether she sensed Anabelle’s intention she didn’t know, but there was a slight shake of the head and instead of asking for the transfer, Anabelle had passed by.At home that evening she was thoughtful and it was at ten o’clock that her phone gave a little chime. A text message had come through.‘Missing you my sexy bitch and wanting your body against mine now. XXX’She smiled and typed back.‘Would like your lips against mine. XXX’She smiled and continued reading but only got a few lines before the phone chimed again.‘Against your what? XXX’‘Whatever you like. XXX’ she sent back. This time she held the phone and it seemed like an age but must have been less than a minute before the reply came.“Then I want them against your wet cunt please. I love you. XXX’Anabelle’s heart skipped. And the texting carried on into the small hours and got steadily dirtier and she revelled in the descriptions of what her young lover was doing and telling her what she was doing.School was a torment from then on and both were careful not to show any difference but now, Coral stayed over a lot. She had convinced her mother that she was staying with a friend.Anabelle slid a dish into the oven. She heard the door in the hallway go. She could sense her lover moving up behind her as she stood and felt Coral’s arms go around her waist. A soft kiss on the back of her neck and she leaned back.“I love you, Anna,” the soft intensity of the voice made Anabelle turn. Coral was looking at her intensely.“I love you to, darling,” she said. “What’s wrong?”“I got my place at Uni.”“That’s great!”Coral looked at her.“But I’ll be away from you. I don’t want to go.”Anabelle smiled and taking Coral’s hand, led her into the lounge and sat her down. She went to a desk and opened a drawer, taking a small box out and returning. She sat next to her young lover.“I was going to do this after dinner,” she said opening the box. Inside was a thick ring. Coral looked at it as the other woman removed it. As she held out her hand, the girl saw that it was, in fact, two separate rings which fitted together.“We both knew that you would be going so, if you would like, I was hoping you’d wear one of these rings. Like me and you, it is only complete when the two are together and, I was hoping, when you come back, the two halves will be together on your finger. That one, third on the left hand.Coral looked up in amazement.“You mean…..”“It is legal nowadays for two women to marry.”“I……I don’t know what to say.”“Well there’s only two words that can answer that question.The girl looked up, her eyes shining and a tear forming in the corner.“No. There’s only one as far as I’m concerned.”They fell into each other’s arms and kissed. A long and tender kiss before Coral pulled away and held out her left hand, fingers straight. Anabelle smiled and took one of the rings and slid it onto the finger and was about Gurup İzmir Escort to place the other on her own but it was taken away. She smiled and held out her own hand and felt the slight tremble of her lover as she slid it onto her finger.“Can I ask you to do something for me?” Coral asked. Anabelle nodded. “Shave me.”“Really?”“Mmmm. I want my cunt bald like yours.”“But what about the girls. In the shower.”“Fuck ‘em!”“You’d better not!”“Oh don’t you worry darling. My body is for your pleasure only.”They kissed and Anabelle felt the trickle between her legs and parted them slightly as she felt her younger lover’s hand slide up between her thighs. She bit her lower lips and smiled wickedly as the girl’s face registered the surprise on reaching her goal, to find it was bare. Coral suddenly stood and raised her skirt.“Snap!” she said and Anabelle grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her forward, burying her face into the soft hair between her lover’s legs. Her tongue slipped easily between the lips and Coral parted her legs wider.“Eat, darling. Eat my pussy.”“Later. Later I will eat it fully and I have a few other surprises for you. In the morning I will shave you before we have to go. But now – we eat!”Dinner was spent giggling and chatting and a bottle of red wine and finally, Anabelle took her lover’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Slowly she stripped her, kissing all over her young body. Naked, she eased her onto the massive bed and took her left arm and held it to the bedhead. Coral looked as she felt the strap go round her wrist. Velcro fastened it. Then the other arm was fastened to the other side. She looked at Anabelle who smiled wickedly and moved down. A leather shackle was fastened first to one ankle and then the other. She was spread-eagle and watched as Anabelle stripped. Slowly, seductively. When she was naked she moved behind a screen and Coral couldn’t see. It took a few moments before her lover emerged and her eyes widened.“Oh my GOD!” she said, raising her head from the bed. “Where did you get that?”“Mail order. You like?”“It’s gorgeous and so fucking big.”Anabelle posed. The thick black leather briefs, tight on her shapely hips, spouted a long dildo. Coral could hear it gently humming. Anabelle took a bottle of pink lube and poured some on the massive toy before climbing on the bed.“Now, my beautiful lover,” she said positioning herself. “I am going to fuck you until you scream.”“Oh it will take a lot to make me do that.”“But you will.”“Make it good because it’s my turn with you tomorrow.”Anabelle smiled and guided the tip of the large dildo to her lover’s wet pussy. Coral gasped as the tip eased into her. Gently it was rubbed up and down the length of her cunt. She felt it probe into her hole and slide in a short way. She writhed her hips, easing it deeper into herself and felt her lover begin thrusting slowly. Each thrust driving the massive dildo deeper, it’s gently vibrations sent delicious shivers through her. Then it was in. All the way and she moaned as Anabelle began a rhythmic fucking. She was kissing her neck and ear and Coral could feel her full tits pressing against her smaller ones. She felt delicious.‘You like this my little sex slave?”“Yes, Mistress. Oh yes! Fuck me.” She said thrusting her hips up to meet the rhythm of her lover’s thrusts. “I fucking love you my whore mistress.”Anabelle drove the stiff dildo into the girl feeling their bellies slapping together. She was amazed at the feelings she was getting. The power of having her lover entirely at her command. Feeling the thrills of her nipples rubbing against Coral’s. She kissed her hard on the lips and felt the grunting moans of the tied girl.“You dirty little fucking slut!” she said, her breath coming in short bursts.“Yes! Yes! I’m YOUR fucking slut. I’m YOUR fucking slag. Use me you dirty fucking bitch. Fuck me til I scream.”Anabelle thrust harder and faster and Coral felt her orgasm build. A sudden rush and she was cumming. Thrashing against her bonds and bouncing her lover as she carried on thrusting into her. She was screaming. Her cunt was bruised and tender and every thrust sent a shock wave of delicious pain through her and the orgasm filled her body. She thrashed about and suddenly the false cock was pulled out and the weight went off her but before she could calm down, she felt her lover’s head between her legs. Anabelle was feasting of her. Licking and biting and forcing her face into the hot wet cunt. Through the continuing orgasmic thrills Coral could feel how wet she was. Juice trickled down between her buttocks. Her mistress was having difficulty keeping her tongue there as she thrashed about, all her muscles tense.Then a sudden release and she lost control completely. She cried out and felt the hot stream burst from her.“Oh my God!” she cried but was amazed that, instead of recoiling, Anabelle clamped her mouth over the spout and drank. She was quivering when the flow stopped and as she watched, the teacher slithered up her sweating body and placed her kissed her. Coral felt the warm liquid fill her mouth and swallowed.“You drank it?” Coral said when Anabelle finally smiled down at her.“Of course. So did you.”“Yes, but…..”“Did you like it?”Coral smiled and nodded.“Do I get treated to a full drink?”Anabelle smiled and climbed off the bed. As her lover watched, she slid the black leather briefs off before re mounting, this time straddling the girl’s head. She gently parted her cunt lips and eased down. Coral raised her head to meet the wet gash and locked her lips to it. She could feel the wetness around her face and then the warm trickle. First a small spurt then the longer hot stream. She swallowed. Anabelle was controlling the flow. As it eased, she leaned forward and began a long, slow 69. Coral had no idea how long it went on. Only that her tongue was aching when her lover turned and released her bonds.and they cuddled.Dawn was still in the sky when they awoke. Still in each others’ arms.“How do you feel?” Anabelle asked.“A little sore. You really fucked me last night”“You can get your own back next time.”They giggled and rose to shower together.Two hours later, Anabelle was sitting at her desk as the girls entered. Coral was last and closed the door behind her.“Good morning, ladies,” she said as the girls took their seats. “Something wrong, Coral?”“Er, no. Just sat down a bit awkwardly,” Coral replied and saw the brief smile on her lover’s face. She smiled and fiddled with the thin chain around her neck. Her half of the ring was dangling between her breasts and she could see the chain around Anabelle’s neck. It wasn’t a formal lesson. All the exams were out of the way and they’d all got places at uni. Now it was just a time for chatting and hanging out. Soon she would be away and it would be no problem for her and Anabelle to wear their rings on the finger they should be on. But for now, it was still their special secret.