I hate school.
I know, most students will say that, but it’s true. I hate getting up in the mornings, I hate having to get into a cold shower because the water heater’s broken. And most of all, I hate the dress code.
Business and demure is not my style.
I go to a private school. Lindinburg High, an all-girl school. I didn’t want to go there, my parents made me. It sucks because I am 18 years old and I am still living in my parent’s house. It’s not because I want to do that, either, it’s just that I don’t have enough money yet to move out. But I’m not that poor, I do have my own car. It’s a 2002 Firebird, and it’s a really fuckin’ nice car.
I apologize, I don’t mean to use bad language.
The only time I do ever use bad language is when I’m really excited or really angry. Right now, I am really angry. But like I said before, I hate my school. The only reason I am still going there instead of to a public school where I can get a date is because I want a nicer job in the future. Nicer, hopefully, than when I worked at the mall.
I worked at the Taco Hut. Worst job ever.
My entire part-time shift consisted of the following:
4:00 p.m. — Walk in the door to the Taco Hut. Punch in.
4:01 p.m. – 4:10 p.m. — Load the meat machine and get out a fresh set of taco shells.
4:11 p.m. – 4:40 p.m. — Go in back and get the bugs out of the bags of shredded lettuce and cheese.
4:41 p.m. – 7:30 p.m. — Take people’s orders while simultaneously trying to prevent the groping of my breasts and crotch done by my boss and co-workers. There were somehow no rules against that.
7:31 p.m. – 8:00 p.m. — Get ready to close up shop which was actually someone else’s job (my boss’s job) but he wanted to sit back and watch me bend over to switch the OPEN sign to CLOSED. Also, because he made me wear a uniform even though no one else had to, I had to go into the private stall made just for me and change out of my uniform. Until I left that job after so many long years, I never knew that what I thought was a wall was actually a one-way tinted window that I couldn’t see through but anyone else who wanted to could. I had always wondered why we had so many people come around near closing time.
I hated that job, but less than I hate school. Maybe because when I worked there, I felt pretty and sexy. At school, no one complaments me on my breast size or the fact that when I am horny and I bend over wearing my favorite panties and a skirt, you can see my pussy lips as if I was not wearing anything.
Anyway, I’ve spent three years so far in that school and it’s just another day today. I hear an annoyingly loud buzzing sound that I soon realize is my alarm clock. I reach my hand over and pound the snooze button before I try to fall back asleep again. Two minutes later, it seems, it buzzes again. I sit up and slam my fist into my alarm clock.
Dumb move. Now my hand hurts.
I slide my body over to the edge of the bed, stand up, take a quick glance at my computer, and I walk over to my closet. I take out the my hideous uniform. Red plaid skirt that reaches just under my knees, white blouse and a black… something. It looks like a blouse, but it was something that was custom made for everyone at Lindinburg. Red ribbon to tie back my long, silky, brunette hair and black, shiny dress shoes. I also wore a black lace bra, just because, and black lace panties to match.
I look over at my alarm clock to see how much time I have. The alarm shows 5:30, and my class begins at 7:00, so I should have a lot of time.
I walk over into the bathroom that is connected to my room and I lay my clothes over the toilet. I got out of bed wearing my usual pajamas, a simple white silk robe. I reach down to the belt that it has attached to it and I yank on the loose part of the belt, letting my robe open. I am naked underneath, so my D-cup breasts force the robe wide open. I look in the mirror and realize that I should have a boyfriend because I have a really sexy body. Slim, sexy, big breasts, and a patch of hair down there that I shaved into a triangle, I am sexy as can be.
Truth be told, because of my school and me being lonely, I have recently accepted the possibility for having a girlfriend. Not just a friendly girlfriend, but as wierd as it sounds, I would even have sex with a girl if presented with the option.
Anyway, I get dressed and look back over at my alarm. Only six minutes have passed, and I go back in the bathroom. I don’t shower in the mornings, but I do shower every day after school in the afternoon. I put on some crimson lipstick, eyeliner, blush, mascara, you know, typical makeup. I put on deodorant and I slip a fresh tampon inside me. I am completely ready for school. My alarm says 6:43, but I decide to flip through my magazines until I leave for school.
Not surprisingly, I show up at school on time. Just because I hate school doesn’t mean I want to be late for school. Soon, though, it won’t matter. I’m 17 years old and in a year or so, I’ll be out of school and old enough to get my first full-time job, along with my own house.
The day goes pretty normal until after lunch. I am the first one back to my class and I catch our teacher, Ms. Pettison, on the phone. I hear her tell the person she’s talking to something about she needs to get laid and she doesn’t know any guys that like her. She turns her head, sees me, then quickly flips her phone shut and drops it beside her desk so it lands in her purse.
“Oh, hey! Molly, how are ya?” she asks me.
“I’m great, Ms. Pettison. If I may, who was that on the phone?”
“Just, uh… my friend Jill, why?” she asks.
“You and your friend talk about who you want to get laid with over the phone?” I had to ask her.
“Oh! Uh… you heard that. You see, well… uh… it’s just…”
“It’s okay. You can talk about it with me. No need to be worried. Girls need to have sex sometime just like guys do, you know?” I try to reassure her.
“You see, I… uh… have this problem when it comes to sex. It’s just that whenever I’m having… uh…” she stammers.
“You can tell me,” I say.
“Well, uh… whenever I’m having sex, I never seem to get to the point of orgasm. I mean, it’s not that I can’t have an orgasm, it’s just that whenever I’m having sex with a guy, I never seem to want to. Do you understand?” she asks.
“I guess you have to find the thing that turns you on and have him do that thing,” I say to her.
“But that’s just it! I can’t ever seem to pinpoint what turns me on. I need help,” she begs.
“Well, maybe I could help. A sexy lady like yourself should be able to have sex, don’t you think so, Ms. Pettison?” I ask.
“Yes I do, and…” she gets cut off by the sight of students walking into the room.
Lunch is over and I have to go back to my seat. We decide that we’ll continue the conversation after school. As I sit in my seat, I realize that she really is a sexy woman. She looks like the type of teacher that would be seen on porn. She is at most 31 years old, maybe 34D bust, and she’s slim. She wears thick, black-framed glasses. She always dresses in black with the top buttons of her dress unbuttoned so that anyone who wanted to look could see the long line of her cleavage (not enough to make her look like a slut, yet still enough to make you wonder just what her breasts look like underneath).
She also has one of those wands that professors use to point to something high up on the board. Other days, when she would reach to point to something high up on the board, because her dress was barely long enough to cover up her panties, her dress would raise up enough to show everyone her panties, waistband and all. She never stretched like that today, though.
About an hour passed and the bell rang. Time to go home, or in my case, time to continue the conversation. As I walk up to the front of the class, where the teacher was sitting, I glanced at each sudent walking out the door. When I finally stood right in front of the desk, the last student exited the class. I wanted to resume the conversation.
“So, back to our earlier conversation, what was your problem again?” I ask her.
“Will you still help me?” she asks me back.
“Of course, Ms. Pettison,” I told her.
I looked down and noticed that as we were talking, and probably before, her right leg was propped up on the desk. Her hands were both on the armrests of the chair. Her other leg was hanging down in front of her like normal. I look back up at her face, then slowly walk to the side of the desk, causing her to turn towards me and spread her legs slightly. She asks me why I’m smiling and I blush instantly, turning away.
When I get myself together and turn back towards her, I notice that her legs were spread even farther apart. I could swear that if I bent down a little, I would be able to see right up her dress. I was getting horny fast. If I was a guy, I would fuck her right now. Hell, I would fuck her right now anyways.
Sorry again, didn’t mean to swear. I just got a little excited there for a moment.
I have to do something with this woman soon or else I might die. I simply grab her hand and yank her towards the door.
“Come on,” I say, “don’t want to waste another minute here. Let’s get back to my place so I can show you what you need to do.”
We walk out the classroom door and then we go down the hall and out the main doors. It doesn’t take us too long to get back to my house, since it is only a few blocks away. Ms. Pettison didn’t want to drive because she says she doesn’t want to waste gas going to a place that she can walk to herself.
Very soon, I swing open the door to my house. I drag Ms. Pettison behind me, my own twisted plans causing me to forget my main reason for coming here with my teacher. She follows me upstairs to my room and we walk inside. I lock the door behind me.
“Why’d you lock the door, Molly?” asks Ms. Pettison.
“We don’t want anyone bothering us, would we?” I say.
“Wait, you live here with someone else?” she asks.
“Just my parents, but they’re both at work. Both of them work at the construction company. Well, Dad actually works for them, Mom is just their secretary. They’ll be home late tonight, so we should have plenty of time,” I tell her.
“Well, I guess we should start discussing how I should deal with my sexual inexperience,” says Ms. Pettison.
“Now, now. You’re not inexperienced, Ms. Pettison, you just need to find the button that turns you on and find a way to press it,” I say. “If you’ll let me, I am going to try to do a few things to you that should turn you on. If it doesn’t work, I want you to stop me before it gets too intense, okay?”
“Sure, let’s do it,” she says.
“Hold on, now,” I tell her, “that treatment comes with a price.”
“Oh, just do whatever you’re going to do. And hurry,” she laughs.
I reach up to her shoulder and push her backwards onto my bed. Finally, I can fulfill my fantasy. Hopefully, she won’t cut it short before I can. When she lands sitting on the bed, I push her again, making her fall backwards. I climb overtop her and straddle her waist, limitting her movements. I reach up to the line of buttons on her dress and I trace my pointer fingers on both hands down the sides of buttons until they come together, and then I start unbuttoning her dress.
Once I reach down to the bottom button and unbutton it, I drag my hands up her body and I grab the straps on her shoulders, peeling them away from her body along with the rest of the dress. As her dress fell away from her body, a sexy white wonderbra was revealed underneath as well as a luscious white G-String.
That’s right. On this day, my teacher chose to wear a G-String.
I look up into her eyes and she looks back at me with a burning lust I’ve never seen before. In the farthest reaches of my mind, I knew this was wrong, a student-teacher relationship. However, my own sexual hunger drowned out my inner conscience. I reached up and snaked my hands under her back, undoing the clasp on her bra. I have had experience with my own bras, so it barely takes me a second to undo it.
I pull the left cup away from her chest, letting a perfect D-cup spring out at me. I pull the other one away, causing an equally perfect D-cup to jump out at me. I stare down at the two hills, taking glances at the dark pink nipples topping each one. I can’t help myself, I bend over and take her sexy right nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking that perfect rosebud. She moans, and I take the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger of my right hand, rubbing it and gently twisting it.
She moans again, and I notice that the thin strip of material covering her nether region is becoming quite wet. I knew she must be horny beyond control, and I wanted to bring her to the peak of pleasure. I slip my left hand under my lips, replacing my mouth with my fingers, giving both of her nipples the same treatment. I kiss the valley between her breasts. Afterwards, I alternate between kisses and licks, trailing lower down her stomach.
I kiss and lick until I end up kissing the waistband of her G-String. My head drops lower until I stare right at the strip of fabric covering her vagina. I let my tongue wander out of my mouth and on one side of her G-String, pushing inward until my tongue touched her labia majora. She moans again, and I repeat the process on the other side. I hear her hum some low musical note.
I want to make this as sexy as possible for her, but a part of me also wants to just have sex with her until I scream in my own pleasure.
I gently bite the fabric over her lower lips and tug a bit, causing the material to pull away from the sweet treasure underneath. I let go and use my tongue to push aside the strip of fabric, allowing me to finally look, unhindered, at Ms. Pettison’s wet, sweet, oh-so-sweet pussy.
I consider the word pussy a bad word, so I apologize again.
I breathe in deeply, taking in the delightful scent of her aroused womanhood. I take a small lick inside the juicy crevice that I know awaits to be tongued. She tastes delicious, like honey, salt, and sweat. I take another lick, the taste even more wonderful, and soon I plunge my tongue inside of her, licking her out and swallowing her juices like I was dying of thirst.
It only takes a few minutes before I feel her legs clamp around my head, almost crushing it as she rides out her orgasm. I struggle for a while, but I am only able to remove my head from between her thighs when she finally let up on her hold. I gasp for air and glance down at the dripping lips that just had me imprisoned. The G-String went back to it’s original position, and I noticed that it was completely soaked, not a thread of it was dry.
I reach up and slip my thumbs underneath the waistband and I slide the G-String down her long, sexy legs. When I finally remove it, I lift it up for her to see. We both watch it drip sexual juices down to the carpet of my floor, soaking into it immediately. I look back over at her and raise an eyebrow.
“Hey, you wanna get kinky?” I ask her.
She grins wide and nods as fast as a bobblehead doll. I lean up to her face and use my free hand to force her mouth open. When her mouth is open wide, I drop her soaking G-String into her mouth. I slap the bottom of her chin, forcing her mouth shut, and then I grab her lips to keep it shut.
She didn’t retaliate in any way that whole time.
As she is sucking on her own juices, I take my hand, the one that was earlier holding the dripping underwear, and I rub two of my fingers between her exposed nether lips. After a few ups and downs, I push them inside and begin pumping my two digits in and out, causing my hand to quickly become covered in the same liquids that are in her mouth right now.
She bucks her hips into my hand and my palm slaps her swollen clit. She moans faintly and then I see her swallowing what would most likely be some of the juices leaking out of her panties into her own mouth. I stop pleasuring her with my fingers and I lean up to kiss her. As our mouths open, I grab the nearest strip of fabric from the G-String using my teeth, and then I drag my head down her entire body, causing her panties to follow and draw a thick line of wetness from her lips down to her stomach and even further.
I drag the panties down her stomach and stop, letting them rest on her sexy brunette bush. I stand up and remove every garment that I was wearing before kneeling back at the foot of the bed where her legs laid. I grab the outer sides of her thighs and pull myself up to kiss her again, as sexy as I could, and then I kneel on the bed and straddle her face. Her tongue quickly went to work on my lower lips. I took a quick glance down her body, admiring the nude form of my teacher. And the way her tongue licked me out, making me moan with each lick and tongue-thrust, she was teaching me a lot.
My eyes followed the line of moisture from under my vagina all the way down to hers. I leaned forward until I had to put my arms out to hold myself up, and I tilted my head downward towards those soaking panties that I now covet. I grabbed the waistband of them inbetween my lips and picked them up with my mouth, tilting back upwards to my original kneeling position. I dropped the panties into my hands and lifted them up to my face, taking a deep whiff and inhaling the sensuous aroma that I desired so much.
I rubbed the panties around my chest, rubbing her wetness into my breasts and my upper stomach. My clit ached from the feelings that she was giving me. I could tell that I would have my orgasm soon. I clamped her panties in my teeth to keep them in easy reach, then I grabbed her thighs with both of my hands, pulling them until her legs formed a V. I moved my hands and pulled her lower legs now, causing both of her legs to point up into the air. I removed the panties from my mouth and slid them back onto her, sliding them up her legs until the fabric touched her nether lips again.
When the panties were properly in place, I pushed my finger of my right hand into the part of them that was right overtop of her clitty. When my finger pushed far enough, I rubbed back and forth very quickly until I drove her into ecstasy one more time before I climaxed myself, letting my own juices flow out of my pussy and into her mouth.
Yet again, I got excited and said pussy. But it feels too good, so I don’t care right now.
Our moans synchronized with each other as we both rode out our orgasms. As we came down from the feelings, I tipped over and laid down next to her. We fell asleep for a few hours…
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?!?!”
I woke up suddenly to see my parents standing in my bedroom doorway.
How did they get into my room?
I looked over at my bedroom door and realized that my lock was broken. I guess that’s how they got in. I look around the room and notice two things that I knew would quickly get me in big trouble.
I’m naked and so is my teacher, who is just now waking up.
I scream and quickly jump off the bed to get my clothes back on. I grab a towel that I had hanging on the doorknob of my connected bathroom and throw it over Ms. Pettison while simultaneously trying to tell Mom and Dad the famous “I can explain!” speech. It took me two hours to try and explain what happened in a way that made it not seem completely Sapphic, perverted, and unethical.
The only thing I accomplished was extending my time being grounded from three months to two years. My parents also got together a rally for kicking out my teacher. Luckily, since Ms. Pettison was one of the best teachers on campus, she was not fired. She was, however, put on a two-month suspension, no pay. It seemed that our little hookup did nothing but get us in trouble.
My two year sentence in my room still allowed me to go to school, I just had to go to a different Chemistry class. It was torture. My new teacher, Mrs. Ripchen, was one of the meanest women I’ve ever seen before. I can’t believe I had to put up with it for two years straight.
I found out later that even though Ms. Pettison’s suspension ended, I was still unable to go back to her class. Life sucks.
Now, two years later, even with Ms. Pettison’s suspension ended, I was still unable to go back to her class. My life would now be controlled, for that part of the day, by Mrs. Ripchen. As it turns out, Satan does walk the Earth, in the human form of a 57-year-old ugly redhead with a wrinkly face and a mole touching her left nostril.
It took every part of my brain to figure out how to be with Ms. Pettison again, even for brief moments of the day, but after a few weeks I finally found a plan that worked. Here’s what I would do:
1. At 7:00, school begins. I would go to Mrs. Ripchen’s class as usual.
2. When school is over, I would trick the janitor (male) into the female restroom using my own sexual lure. Since I’m now known around school as a slut that would go for any old person on campus, it was quite easy to lure the janitor into the restroom. This step was only done on day 1.
3. When I would hug the janitor, he thinks it’s because I want him to feel my breasts, but it’s really to grab his keys. I would then wiggle the main key to school off of the keychain and hook the keychain back onto his jeans like before. I only had to do this step the first day as well.
4. At around 5:00, when all the teachers and students are officially gone and the principal closes up the school (which isn’t the janitor’s job for some reason), I would sneak up to the front door and unlock it again. Ms. Pettison would soon meet me back at school and we would have the whole campus to ourselves.
5. After about three or more hours, when it gets dark, I would leave and go home for an hour or more unil my parents got home from work. They never switched shifts to keep me from seeing her, so that was good for me.
Now, yes, my plan had a few flaws. One obvious one would be ‘What if one or both parents got home early?’ but I’m going to have to take that risk. Another flaw would be ‘What if I lose the key or for some other reason can’t get into school?’ Luckily, Ms. Pettison kept the key they gave her before she got expelled for backup. The only reason I was in charge of key duty is because it was way easier for me to get back in school without someone finding me than for her to. She would draw more attention.
Today is the first day I put my plan into effect. I went to class as usual, then at around 4:00 when school is over, I would walk towards home, but then take a shortcut down a side road. I waited there doing pretty much nothing for an hour until my watch alarm beeped.
I made sure that I was on time for this plan.
I walked back over to school and inserted the key into the lock. I turned it and unlocked it as if I owned the school. Thanks to my plan, I actually did somewhat own the school, for the next few hours. I looked out the window and saw Ms. Pettison’s car pull up in front of the school, shut off, and then she stepped out of the car. I smiled happily and walked over to greet her.
She missed me as much as I missed her. I rushed to hug her and she hugged me back. I even kissed her like a husband would kiss his wife, I missed her that much. We escorted each other back to her classroom and she sat down at her desk. I leaned up against the side of her desk and we had our first discussion in two years.
In case you’re wondering, I e-mailed her the plan before my computer was taken away as part of my grounding. That’s how she knew about it.
“So, how are you?” I start us off.
“I’m great! Gosh, I feel like I haven’t talked to you in ages!” she tells me.
“Believe me, it seems the same way to me,” I say. “So, are you still having troubles with your sex life?”
“Yeah, and it’s wierd,” she says. “I looked online for some advice on how to pick up dates and one-night stands, but everything I did ended in failure.”
“Well, what exactly are you trying to do?” I ask. “Are you just looking for quick sex, because I gave you that.”
“No, I’m not just looking for quick sex,” she tells me. “You know, I don’t get horny just once in my life. I get horny at least three times a day, so I have to find someone who will give me orgasms when I want them.”
“So, why don’t you just pleasure yourself?” I ask her. “Shove your fingers in there like most women do.”
“Are you kidding?!? I’m not going to do that. Do you?” she asks me.
“No, I don’t. When I get horny, I use this,” I say.
I take my backpack off of my shoulders and swing it around in front of me, since I still haven’t taken it off yet because of my plan, and I unzip the side zipper. I reach inside of that zipper and pull out my tiny clit stimulator, one that you can wrap straps around your waist and under your butt, making it look sort of like a G-String. However, this G-String has a little plastic ball that when you put it on, the ball slides inside your lower lips and lines itself up with your clit. When you push a button hidden under the fabric, an electric current runs through a disc inside the ball and makes it vibrate. The vibration can only be heard if you focus on a low, barely-audible humming sound coming from the ball.
“What is that?” she asks.
“Just slide up your dress and let me show you,” I tell her.
She was wearing the same dress as when we had sex two years ago. She obviously washed it. Anyway, she slid her dress up her legs and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I pointed this out to her and she told me that she took them off on her way back here. They are in the glove box of her car right now. I place the little ball on her bush and I wrap the two side straps around her waist, connecting them in the back. I tell her to stand up momentarily and when she does, I connect the bottom strip to the back straps. Once the final strap is connected, the ball slides into place.
I push my finger against the small red dot right below the waistband, which is where the button is hiding, and it turns on. I instantly hear the humming and notice a slight jiggle to her lips. The strap that runs between her legs is not thick enough to cover her lips, so I can still see her outer lips on each side of the strap. She jumps a little bit when she feels it vibrating, then I look up and see a smile forming on her face.
“Ooh, this is delightful, Molly. Where did you get this? I don’t think you’re old enough yet to purchase one of these,” she asks.
“I got it online, actually,” I told her.
I bought a lot of things online, and whenever a guy showed up at the door with a package for me, which I ensured only happened on Mom’s or Dad’s days off, they had no concern for signing that clipboard and giving me my package. This allowed me to order things that I otherwise could not, and they didn’t know that a few of those packages were for sexual items. This clit stimulator was only one of the things I bought online.
“Now, Ms. Pettison,” I said, “I want you to wear this throughout class tomorrow. That should cure your sexual needs throughout school hours, okay?”
Again, she can only smile and bob her head up and down very fast. I remove it from her to make her want to use it again. It’s all a part of my master plan that goes along with the plan that’s in effect now. I won’t reveal my plan now, but it will be revealed eventually.
I slide it down her legs and lift it over her feet, removing it completely. I then lift it up to my face and lick the ball, getting another taste of her juices that I have long lived without. She sees this and licks her lips when I look back up at her.
We talk for another hour or so, though the conversation somehow shifted from “I’m happy to see you” to “If you had to do five really disgusting things sexually, that you wouldn’t do otherwise, what would they be?”
If you want to know what I said, this was my list:
1. Have sex with a hobo.
2. Shove a chicken bone inside my vagina and have a dog remove it.
3. Jump into a dumpster and grab the nearest thing inside and masturbate myself with it. Examples: a rotten banana, a used condom slid over my finger, or even an open bottle of ketchup.
4. Give myself an enema using my own urine.
5. Lick someone’s butthole.
I really couldn’t think of something truly gruesome for the fifth one, so that’s all I could come up with. I laughed at some of hers, too. I’m not going to list hers, though. They’re too gross to repeat. I will say, however, that that conversation led up to us planning another meeting like before, but this time we won’t fall asleep.
For the story’s purpose, I will skip up to the point where we meet tomorrow.
The bell rings and school’s out. I walk back home, not needing to sneak back into school since Ms. Pettison is coming over anyway. I open the door to my house and I wait at the door for Ms. Pettison. She arrives right on schedule. We go upstairs again and she sits on my bed. She pulls up her dress a bit, slips her hands under her dress, then slides my clit stimulator down her legs.
“Oh, you tried it, huh?” I ask her.
“Yes, and it’s really great! I had four orgasms during class. I guess my students just thought I was having a really good day at work with all of my moaning and screaming. I think only a few students at the front of the class heard the hum and figured out that I had something under my dress,” she said.
“If you want, you can keep it and use it whenever,” I told her.
“Good, because I think I am going to want to use this every day at work. Even at home, I might use it,” she tells me.
“Good, now let’s get this thing started before I lose it,” I say anxiously.
I walk over to her and grab the clit stimulator from her hand. I throw it across the room and by some miracle, it lands hanging on my door. I look back over at her and she has already layed back on my bed. I lean over and slip my fingers of both hands under the straps over her shoulders and I pull them away, sliding them down her shoulders and down her arms. The dress becomes nothing but a fabric tube that I am now yanking down her body.
Once the dress is completely removed, I drop it at the foot of the bed and look up at the pink bra and panties that she is wearing today. I lean over again and realize that her bra has a front clasp this time. I reach my hands up toward the clasp and flick it open easily. I grab each side of the clasp with my thumb and forefinger of each hand. I lift away the right cup, then the left, just like before, again letting loose the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen, better than my own.
I slowly lean down and kiss her left nipple, then her right. I hear her inhale deeply from the intimacy of it all, and then I go back to smothering her breasts in kisses. I plant kisses all over her chest, then drawing an invisible line with my kisses all the way down to her panties. She lifts her butt in the air, to help me remove her panties from her, and I do. When her panties are off of her, I drop those on the floor as well to join her dress. I reach up and grab her bra from under her back and drop that onto the pile also.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. A beautiful woman is laying on my bed, completely naked and willing to have sex with me pretty much whenever I want.
I slowly crawl onto the bed and over her until my face is next to hers. I smile and drop my hand down to her vagina, letting my fingers climb gradually up those perfect lips, getting wetter by my touch. As my fingers reach the top of her slit, I slide my middle finger inside of her pussy, feeling it tightly grip my finger, trying hard to not let go.
I know, I said pussy again. But, at times like this, it doesn’t matter what I say. So, from now on, I will not hesitate to say even the foulest of words.
I slid another finger into her tight, wet, very sexy pussy (Oh yeah!) and started pumping my fingers forcefully in and out, just like the first time that we had sex. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
Anyway, while I was pumping my fingers into her twat, I went down to suck on her clit. She was having a great time, but for some reason she told me to stop. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and licked the flavor from them before asking why I stopped.
“I know that before, when we were together, you made me do something kinky. Well, now I want to make you do something kinky,” she told me.
“Like what?” I asked her.
“Like this,” she says.
She grabbed my waist and flipped us over, making her be on top this time. She crawls up my body, turns around, and places her asshole directly over my face.
“Lick it, Molly,” she says.
“No way! I’m not gonna lick your asshole,” I tell her.
“Come on,” she whines. “If you do, I’ll do something really kinky to you, something I know you’ll like.”
“I guess so,” I say.
She leans down even farther, giving my tongue easy access to the most disgusting place on the human body. I take one quick lick on her puckered hole and drew my tongue back into my mouth, instantly tasting the reason why I will never do that again. However, after a few seconds, I started to have an aftertaste that was quite pleasant. I grabbed her waist and pulled it down completely onto my mouth, licking out her ass as if it were her pussy.
I reached my left hand up to her pussy and slid a few fingers inside its lips, ferociously rubbing at her clit. I tongue-fucked her ass for a good, solid four-and-a-half minutes.
I would like to believe that she had an anal orgasm.
She dropped from atop me onto the bed and her body soon settled down from her anal orgasm. When she was finally strong enough to lift herself off the bed, she looked over at me.
“I only wanted you to lick it, not have sex with it,” laughed Ms. Pettison.
I didn’t care at the time what she wanted me to do, but I know that I just gave her an orgasm she’ll never forget.
After giving her one of the best orgasms of her life, I was beginning to yearn for an orgasm myself. My pussy, from the sexiness of giving her an orgasm, was starting to leak juices all down the crack of my ass. I rubbed my legs together to try and ease the feeling, but the only thing I really accomplished was smearing those juices all over the inside of my thighs. Ms. Pettison noticed this and rolled herself over my leg and started licking the juices that coated my thighs.
Soon, I felt her tongue travel to the source of the wetness, which caused me to moan in extreme pleasure. My pussy was aching for some action, and she gave it more than I expected. She lapped at my pussy with more passion than she’s ever shown me before. She even took a finger, shoved it in my pussy to lubricate it with my own wetness, then she circled the tiny hole of my ass. By the time she stopped teasing me and shoved her finger inside my ass, I was so far into my orgasm that the bed was shaking.
I came hard, but I also knew that it wouldn’t last forever, so I grabbed the sides of the mattress and rode it out. After we had fun with each other for a few more hours, right before my parents got home, we both got dressed and she left. When my parents arrived home, they didn’t suspect a thing.
It took Ms. Pettison and I a few more months before we figured out how to get me back in her class. So, after exactly four months, one week, and three days, I was back in Ms. Pettison’s class for the first time in about a year. It was great!
After a few days back in her class, I began to notice that Ms. Pettison was taking my advice. When she stretched in class, I noticed one of the thin straps of my clit stimulator hanging out of her underwear. One day, she even had an orgasm in class, with everyone watching!
At the end of the day, Ms. Pettison would almost always come straight to my house and we would have sex until about an hour before my parents got home. It was great having her over at my house!
She even did what she said she would, when she said she would do something kinky for me. She also said that she knew it would be something I’d like. Just in case you were wondering, I want to tell about that night…
… It was a Wednesday. After school, as usual, Ms. Pettison came over to my house at a time where she wouldn’t be caught, since she was still not allowed to be seen going with me to my house. Anyway, when we got inside my house, we headed upstairs as always.
Before I could comprehend exactly what was happening, because I was in too much of a rush to care about the little details, I turned around and saw my teacher laying butt naked on my bed.
I walked over to her, as sensuously as I could, removing my clothes as I went, and I crawled up on the bed, kneeling overtop her and staring down into those beautiful eyes of hers. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me down to her, bringing my lips to hers in a very sexy, passionate kiss.
I grab her head and embrace her kiss, building the heat between us and causing us both to get wet down there. I roll us over to allow me to be on bottom, then I trail my hands down the sides of her back until I reach her ass, squeezing it softly.
She gasps at the sudden, but exciting feeling, smiling at me and rolling off of me. I prop myself up on my right arm and watch her as she gets off the bed and walks over in front of me. I sit up fully and notice her starting to kneel in front of me. I involuntarily spread my legs to allow her easy access to my sex.
I see her look down, instantly realizing that she wasn’t going to eat me out. I blush at my mistake and lean forward to see her purse on the floor. I never saw her bring her purse into my house, but then again, she could’ve brought a suitcase in here and I would have never known.
She pulls out a very long, translucent red strap-on dildo that looked enormous. I simply gaze wide-eyed at the gigantic tool in front of me.
“Is this the kinky something you told me you’d do to me?” I asked her.
She stood up and strapped it around her waist.
“You’ll just have to take a wild guess,” she tells me.
She then grabs my leg and flips me over, telling me to get on all fours. My pussy gushes fluids, I am hornier than ever right now. I look between my legs and see her lining up the rubber cock with my pussy. She then grabs my hips and shoves the delicious dildo into my wetness.
I moan loudly at the incredible feeling, my pussy clamps onto the shaft tightly. She starts fucking me hard, riding my pussy until I cream all over the humongous rubber penis.
Not many people know that I’m actually not a virgin. The only person that does know is the guy I had sex with, unless he told his friends about it.
Anyway, my orgasm from the dildo was one like I’ve never had before. I wanted to have another one, but Ms. Pettison had other plans. She was going to give me another orgasm, just not in the same fashion as before.
As she begins to pull the dildo from my pussy, I lean backward to try to keep it inside me for as long as possible. I also give a little whine of disapproval as it is finally removed completely. I flip over onto my back and sit up. I stare in awe at the pussy-wet cock that had just been inside me. I lean forward to suck the juices from it, but Ms. Pettison pulled away.
“Nuh-uh, Molly, not now,” she says, “it’s time I give you the kinky thing you’ve been chasing after.”
She grabs my legs and spreads them apart, revealing my horny pussy again. She pulls me towards the edge of the bed and grabs my ankles, pushing them up towards my shoulders.
With my pussy on display for her, Ms. Pettison seemed to stop for just a moment to admire the position I was in. I saw her stare in fascination at my weeping lower lips, then I saw her bend down again to remove something else from her purse.
How many things did she keep in there?
When she stood back up, or rather she was bent over slightly, she held another dildo, but this one wasn’t a strap-on. It was a double dildo, blueish in color, but with a single yellow stripe on it. By far, however, the most surprising thing about it was the fact that the double dildo looked almost two feet long!
She pushed the strap-on, which she was still wearing, downward to her hips, allowing me to finally stare at her perfect pussy, now dripping with anticipation. She inserted one end of the double dildo into my pussy as far as it would go, then she stood up completely and rubbed the rim of my asshole with the giant cock wrapped around her hips.
“Uhh! Oh… god, what are you doing?” I moan.
“You want this, don’t you?” she asked me in a very sexy voice.
“Oh, YESSSSS!!!” I screamed as she shoved the dildo far up my ass, my own pussy juices from earlier lubricating it and allowing it to go farther inside. At the same time, she started pumping the double dildo in and out of my pussy, causing me to forget for a second about the other long stick of rubber shoved in my behind.
After my ass adjusted to the size of the strap-on, my teacher began pumping her hips back and forth, driving the rubber tool in and out of my ass, causing me to moan and shout with a mixture of shock and pleasure.
She released my legs and grabbed the dildo in my pussy, allowing me to watch her work her magic on my nether region.
She started quickly pumping the double dildo alternately with the pumping of her hips. As the double went in, the strap-on pulled out and vice-versa. She was incredible and soon my ass and pussy couldn’t take it anymore. It was a complete pleasure overload and my pussy began spewing juices all over the dildo inside of it. I screamed from the feeling, the sounds coming from my throat filled the room immediately. The inner walls of my pussy seemed to never stop pulsing around the cock inside me. My hands grasped the sides of the bed as I loudly rode out my orgasm.
Ms. Pettison let go of the dildos in my pussy and ass and reached up to grab two handfuls of my tits, rubbing them all around, the feeling of it extending my orgasm. I knew that this was the kinky thing she wanted to give me.
To my surprise, though, it wasn’t over yet.
After I calmed down from my orgasm, I could tell by the streams of liquid running out of Ms. Pettison’s pussy that she wanted one herself. I looked down and I could see and feel her sliding the strap-on out of my ass and off of her waist. She didn’t pull the double dildo out of my pussy, though, and very soon I found out why.
She crawled up on the bed, leaking pussy juice all over my bed, and she sat down and spread her legs. She slipped her hands under my knees and pulled me towards her. I could undoubtedly feel our buttcheeks touching each other, and I could just make out the feeling of her pussy lips rubbing gently against my own. The juices that were now dripping out of both of our pussies were coming together on my bed into a single wet, delicious-smelling puddle of passion.
She grabbed the dildo that was inside me and she pulled it out a bit, guiding the other end of it into her own pussy. The sight of it was amazing. I grabbed her hand and helped her guide both ends into both of our pussies, and we fucked like that for hours, giving each other an uncountable amount of orgasms.
Suddenly I heard the door open downstairs. My parents were home!
I hurriedly jumped off of my bed and put on as many of my clothes as I could find, Ms. Pettison did the same. I shoved Ms. Pettison into my bathroom just as the doorknob to my room was turning and then my parents walked in my room, noticing me shutting the door to my bathroom.
“Molly?” said Mom. “Why are you…”
“I just went number two and it really stinks. I don’t think you would want to go in there for a couple of hours,” I told her.
“Uh… okay, Molly,” stuttered Dad. “Just make sure you get to bed on time for school tomorrow.”
“Alright, Dad. I’ll make sure to go to sleep on time,” I said to him.
“That’s our baby girl,” said Mom. “Good night, Molly.”
“Good night,” I said.
They walked out of the room and shut the door. I went towards the door so fast to lock it that I could have sworn I was floating above the ground. As I turned the golden-colored latch, I myself turned around and walked towards my bathroom. I opened the door to find nobody in the bathroom, though, which is strange because it’s where Ms. Pettison should have been.
Suddenly the shower curtains moved slightly.
I walked over to the tub and pushed aside one of the shower curtains. There was Ms. Pettison, standing in the tub.
“What are you doing in my shower?” I whispered to her, afraid my parents would hear me.
“What? If your parents would have came in this bathroom, I would have been caught, so I hid here,” she said.
“You need to get out of here,” I told her. “If my parents catch you in here, we’ll both be dead!”
“I’m fine,” she tells me. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be out before your parents notice anyway.”
“Before we notice what?”
I turned around and saw my parents standing right behind me. I gasp and scream in terror, I know that I am in serious trouble.
“Mom! Dad! I can explain!” I shriek.
They both inhale, then drop their heads in what is obviously shame.
“Molly…” said Dad.
“Please, Dad, I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
“Well, Molly,” Mom said, “it seems that we can’t stop you from doing what you want, and this kind of stuff has obviously been going on for months.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, Dad, I didn’t know that…” I stammered as tears were falling from my eyes. I was on my knees begging for forgiveness.
“I guess we’ll just have to let you do what you want to do,” said Dad.
“Huh?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You heard right, Molly. Now, just make sure you know, we don’t support this kind of behavior…” said Mom.
“…But we know now there’s nothing we can do to stop it. Go ahead and do whatever it is you like to do with your teacher. We’ll let her back in the house, even when we’re home,” said Dad.
Now the tears were streaming down my face. I leaned forward and hugged both of their legs. After a few minutes, when I finally pulled away and wiped my tears from my face, my parents walked out of my bathroom. I was so happy, not only because of what they said, but also because of the fact that I didn’t get in trouble like I thought. Suddenly, Ms. Pettison spoke up.
“Well, Molly, don’t you think it’s time for you to pay me back for the pleasure I gave you earlier?” said Ms. Pettison.
I turned around and saw that she was completely naked in my shower. I saw her reach sideways and turn the hot water on. I stood up and climbed in the shower with her, getting naked myself…
…My parents could hear my moans that entire night. And it was all part of my master plan.