Mrs. Rendon

I had a teacher in the eighth grade, a Mrs. Rendon who said she came from Weslaco in the valley. She was a tall woman, not attractive as a woman but not butt ugly either. She taught us social science. Mrs. Rendon wasn't a Mrs. at all, it was just the name she used. Mrs. Rendon liked girls and she hung out at the Olive Tree bar on 6th street.

Mrs. Rendon walked in on me one afternoon in the girl's bathroom, she was doing rounds looking for smoking. I had changed my pad and was pulling up my pants and the door to the stall was open. She blocked the door and stared at me, my panties halfway up my thighs, my bush in plain sight. She asked what I had hidden up my vagina. I said nothing, I was changing my pad. She turned me around and had me bend over with my hands on the toilet tank and she did a cavity search of my menstruating vagina, sticking two fingers in deep and her thumb pressed against my anus.

She turned me around and told me not to try and fool her, she knew every trick in the book, She stood and watched me pull up my panties and my pants before turning to wash her hands in the sink. I washed my hands and she told me she had her eye on me and she wasn't sure I was worth her time. She forced me to admit that I was still a virgin and that the most I had done was jerk my cousin one time. Stay away from dicks, they are nothing but trouble. NO DICKS she repeated, pointing her finger at my face.

She walked me down the hall with her hand on my shoulder and when she sent me into class she asked me to repeat what she had told me. NO DICKS I said? And she responded, not today not ever, is that understood.

While the other girls lost their virginities, one by one, as the year went by I remained a virgin. Mrs. Rendon had asked the Principle for me to be student helper, I had to stay after school for an hour and help her get her lessons planned for the next day. I had other duties, in class I had to distribute the papers and pick up the homework. I was a brownnoser as far as my classmates were concerned.

It was late one Thursday afternoon, I was still helping her in the classroom because my mother couldn't come until five. I stood by the window day dreaming and she got behind me and cupped my breasts with her hands and pulled me into her chest, her sharp bra pointing straight into my back, She told me I had nice breasts, as she fondled them and then reached down with one hand between my legs and fondled my pussy. You are going to make some woman happy, you can make me happy she said. Holding me as she was with one hand between my legs and the other cupping my breast, she kissed me on the cheek.

She had me call my mother and tell her that Mrs. Rendon was giving me a ride. At my house she walked around to look at the house, to make sure we were alone. On my bed she held me down while she pulled off my pants and made sure I wasn't wearing a tampon, she lowered herself and took my pussy in her mouth and started licking me, keeping my legs spread open with her hands on my knees. Somehow I had an orgasm, my fist time. She held me down while I went off and when I finished she kissed and bit my clit. She looked at me and told me NO DICKS, not today not ever.

My mother called to see if I was home, and she told me that since I was home she was going to the supermarket and what did I want for dinner. Mrs. Rendon heard me and when I hung up she lifted her skirt and told me to pull down her panties. Her great big bush stared at me, he took my head and pressed me up against her pussy, NOW LICK ME LIKE I LICKED YOU. She ground herself against my face and worked herself into an orgasm, and then kissed me on the mouth and told me I was a good girl.

Mrs. Rendon was my fist but not my last. She taught me how to make love with her and taught me to enjoy a mouthful of pussy. She taught me adopt the position, and she licked my pussy and anus from behind. She taught me to enjoy my body and leave dicks alone.

Mrs. Rendon passed away today, she was 78 years old. A butch all her life, she enjoyed her time with young women she met at school or at the Olive Tree downtown. I remained her pride and joy and we kept up thru Christmas cards and letters, and then texts and emails. I never did meat another woman with such an abundant cleavage between her legs, such an abundant pubic mane. At some point she is too old and I was still young enough to pursue other interests, but that doesn't mean I don't remember. Sleep tight Mrs. Rendon.