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She flipped her leg over mine and pressed her pussy onto my thigh with hers between my legs, and we began to thrust ourselves together. The pressure of our thighs on each other’s clits was immense, especially when combined with the sensation of the vibrator in my ass. We continued to kiss, with her mouth occasionally wandering south to caress my nipples with her tongue. The sunlight was beaming in through the window making our already hot and sweaty bodies even more flustered as we thrashed our hips together on the bed. Wet patches formed on our thighs are as dripping wet labia smeared over them, spreading our juices around the skin of our legs as we ground them together. I could tell from her intense, heavy breathing that she was building towards a climax. Her eyes were clamped shut and her mouth was agape as her sweet, hot breath poured out over my face, moaning with gratification as she soared towards an orgasm. Her legs began to tremble, softly at first but then with greater and fiercer intensity as she started to cum. Her hips convulsed powerfully, slamming her crotch down on to my thigh as she let out an ecstatic scream, burying her face in my neck as she struggled to retain control of her body. I could feel her breath on the soft skin of my neck, creating condensation that rolled down under my head as her shoulders battered the underside of my chin. She squirmed around for a minute or so while the final stages of her orgasm filtered away, leaving her breathless and exhausted on top of me. It felt so much hotter than having a guy cumming on top of me. The grunting was replaced with feminine squirms and angelic sighs, and her body was not hairy or smelly like the boys I had been with. She lifted her head up and smiled at me, kissing my lips gently.
“Your turn!” she whispered, and slowly crawled down to my crotch. The vibrator was still buzzing away inside my ass, and as she pressed her tongue up to my clitoris and started to massage it around, I resumed my race towards my own impending orgasm. She took hold of the vibrator and proceeded to push it in and out of my anus, sliding it through my tight rim as I cried out with pleasure. I raised my arms up over my head as the irrepressible sexual bliss flooded my body, reached down to grope my tits while she snacked on my pussy. I felt her fingers sliding inside my vaginal opening and rubbing over my g-spot once again as I charged head first into my climax. I was shaking wildly on the bed, thrusting my crotch up into her face as she struggled to hold on, pushing her tongue as firmly onto my clit as she could. I shrieked and moaned loudly amidst my wheezing gasps, and then as I reached the peak of my climax I did something I had never done before. A spray of clear fluid streamed out from my urethra, soaking her face repeatedly in my hot, steaming ejaculate. I never knew I had it in me, although I had never felt an orgasm anywhere near as severe as that one.
I collapsed on the bed, shuddering as if I’d been electrocuted with the aftershocks of my orgasm dissipating away. She removed the vibrator from my ass and turned it off, laying it on the plastic bag before climbing back on top of me. We kissed for what seemed like hours until the sunlight had moved across the room and cast us into a chilly shadow. Once we had gotten dressed in our bikinis, we went back outside for a dip in the pool. Suffice to say, that summer’s day was more interesting than every summer of my entire life combined. The rest of the holidays were not looking so boring at all!
Teacher Please
Emily Cantore
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
As an experienced teacher working at a prestigious boarding school in the country, I am privileged to mentor and support a fine class of young girls. The school takes in pupils from the ages of 11 up to 18, and raises them full time on the premises with the girls being allowed to return home on special occasions, such as Christmas or birthdays. As you might imagine, the cost of attendance is exorbitantly high, and is only open to those with large incomes. So, the girls who attend the school usually belong to very wealthy families who are able to outlay a seemingly endless stream of cash to provide their daughters with the finest education. The girls sleep in dormitories in a large complex at the side of the school building, where each pupil shares a room with one other girl. It’s a good way to get them to integrate with others when they join, forging friendships that last lifetimes. Despite the ridiculous sums of money being spent by their parents, the girls’ rooms are fairly cramped, as the building was constructed in the Victorian era. When attending lessons, the girls are required to wear the compulsory school uniform of a white blouse, a dark navy blazer and a matching knee-length skirt. The skirts used to be longer, but over the decade that I have worked there, they have gradually been trimmed away.
For the most part, the girls are a delight to teach. The school’s discipline policy is particularly strict, with excessive punishment dealt out almost gleefully by the older staff whenever a pupil so much as looks at them the wrong way. Detentions of several hours of writing on the black board are not uncommon. My slightly more relaxed approach usually produces a pleasant atmosphere. However, earlier this year the school received a new pupil who had been transferred after being expelled from her previous school. The whole staff groaned at the idea of welcoming such a potential thorn in their sides, and when she arrived for her first day it was clear why she had been kicked out. She turned up chewing on a stick of gum, with her hair let down and her tie ridiculously poorly fastened. She was marched straight in to the head mistress’ office and given a stern talking to. She seemed to remain completely unfazed by her cold welcome, though, and over the course of her first few months she proceeded to cause an endless array of problems.
Her name was Lucy, and the strange thing was that had she not been such a complete pain in the ass, she could have been an incredibly pretty young woman. She had long black hair and a sleek, sexy body with small, perky tits and an insanely hot ass. I couldn’t help but think that had the school been a mixed-gender establishment, the boys would never get any work done. Aside from the constant bickering with staff and refusal to complete her work to a satisfactory standard, the area in which she really overstepped the mark was with her roommate. She had been put in with a very pleasant pupil, Ella, who quickly became enamored with Lucy’s defiant ways. Lucy saw this weakness in her roommate and decided to exploit it for her own gain, seducing her over the course of a few weeks and eventually engaging in a night of steamy teenage sex. However, her intentions were utterly evil, and it turned out that she had taken some photos of Ella in a state of undress, and passed them around school, much to the poor girl’s horror.
As a math
teacher, I had the misfortune of having Lucy in my class several times per week, leading to a lot of frustratingly difficult lessons as she did everything in her power to disrupt my
program
of study. However, after the incident with her roommate, I began to form a way in which I could teach Lucy a lesson she would never forget. She might have been able to introduce disorder to my
math
lessons, but the control wasn’t entirely out of my grasp. I knew that she was in my class for the final period every Thursday afternoon, after which the pupils would be allowed to leave and potter around the grounds, engaging in sports of leisure pursuits. For Lucy, however, I had an entirely different leisure pursuit in mind. Having seduced Ella, I knew that she was at least was a lesbian, or at least bi-sexual. From the way she looked at my ass whenever she was in class, I knew she also probably fantasized about me, as even though I was in my 30s, I still had my curvy figure, firm, ample breasts and luscious, dirty blonde hair. I was also a lesbian – a fact that I had kept secret from the mostly ancient staff who taught at the school. I had never thought about any of my pupils in a sexual way before, but ever since Lucy had passed her 18
th
birthday a few weeks earlier, I had started to have filthy sexual desires. Her insolence in my classes had imbued me with the urge to punish her, and I knew exactly how I was going to do it.
The time came to take the class, and as they filed one by one in to the classroom, I saw Lucy slouching at the back. Once again her tie was improperly fastened, and as she approached the door I held out my hand to stop her. She walked deliberately and obnoxiously into my hand, forcing it against the top o
f her chest just above her breast
. She grinned wickedly and shot me a look of mock confusion, clearly anticipating a fight.
“Fix that.” I said sternly, pointing at her chest. She huffed and took as long as she could to unfasten it and re-tie it around her neck until it was satisfactory. I looked up and down her body, partly to check for other problems with her uniform, partly because I just wanted to. I waved her inside and she took her seat among the other girls. There were roughly twelve girls in the class, all seated at a separate desk as I walked to the front, behind my large Victorian wood cabinet that served as a desk. The whole room was littered with old text books, box folders and stacks of papers. The late spring sunshine was beaming in from outside as the birds chirped in the trees opposite the classroom windows. I had wisely elected to not wear a jacket that day, instead choosing to simply wear a white blouse that hugged my large breasts tight to my chest with a long skirt wrapped around my hourglass waist. I started to write on the black board with a piece of white chalk, turning around occasionally to ensure I had everyone’s attention. Their instructions that day were fairly simple, as they were ahead of schedule according to my scheme of work for that semester. They were to open a text book and answer a selection of exam questions to prepare them for their impending finals.
Lucy, however, had different plans. Her first attempt at disrupting the lesson was to start humming an annoying song that infected everyone’s minds and made it impossible to concentrate. I walked over to her and leaned down, getting close to her face as I whispered in to her ear.
“Unless you want to stay behind after class, I suggest you get on with your work.” I said, knowing full well that she would not be deterred by my threat. I walked back to the front of the class and observed them for a little while, ignoring Lucy’s mocking mouth movements as she imitated me telling her off. Eventually she realized she was not getting to me, so she tried another tactic. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she started to tear away the corners of the pages of her exercise book. She placed the paper on the tip of her outstretched tongue and chewed it up into a pulpy ball. Then, she disassembled her ball point pen and took the clear plastic tube to form a chute from which she could fire her soggy projectiles. She was just about to raise it to her mouth when I finally interjected.
“One hour.” I said sternly, referring to the instant detention she had earned herself. She looked up in horror, seemingly unaware of the inappropriateness of what she was doing. I held up my hand as if to say “I didn’t make the rules“, all the while hoping she would give me more opportunity to add to her time.
“What the fuck?!” she screamed, and the whole class gasped in shock and amusement.
“Silence!” I bellowed, and they got straight back to work as I looked towards Lucy, adding “Two hours!”
She huffed and puffed even louder, but relented and began to at least attempt some questions, most likely in an effort to work off her detention. I had no intention of letting her go, though. I was going to have a lot of fun punishing her, and as the clock ticked slowly towards the end of the school day, I could feel my clitoris tingling with anticipation. I had been fantasizing about doing all sorts of sordid things to her for weeks, and the fact that she was my pupil just made it all the kinkier. The bell finally rang out with a deafening jingle, and after the girls had packed away their books and made the room presentable, I dismissed them. Lucy tried to make her way towards the door in an effort to sneak out, but I spotted her and called her over to the front of the class.