Kenzie Craze is connecting with many other sites to grow. Please visit our official blog http://hellokittyundead.com My Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/kenziebear93 My Twitter: https://twitter.com/KenzieCraze
Nicole Parson (Nikki) 19 years old Katie's older sister
shoulder length straight golden blond hair, blue eyes thin body, B cup introverted, intelligent Katherine Parson (Katie) 18 years old Nikki's younger sister almost shoulder length light blond hair, blue eyes petite body, A cup curious, extroverted Jennifer Miller (Jen) 19 years old Nikki's classmate and best friend straight brown hair to her shoulder blades, green eyes, glasses athletic body, C cup intelligent, sporty --- It was Saturday evening and the girls were really just waking up. Every time Jen was sleeping over at the Parsons' house, they would stay up late into the night. They were chatting, watching TV and generally just goofing off and having fun, until Nikki's and Katie's mom came up and sent the three girls to sleep. Even after the lights were out, they would continue to chat in the darkness until sleep caught up with them. This weekend however, the Parson parents were away for aunt Mary's wedding and wouldn't return until Monday morning. They wanted to take their daughters with them, but the girls begged their parents to not have to go. The girls knew that dad, as usual, wouldn't be able to say no to his princesses. Mom, of course, was different. She was adamant to take the kids with them. Only after the girls dragged Jen to their home and made her promise that she would look after them did mom agree for them to stay. Mom always viewed Jen as the most responsible of all their friends and she always told her kids to take an example of her. So on Friday afternoon Jen came to their house with a small travel bag and the three girls said their goodbyes when the Parson parents were leaving. They spent the rest of the evening watching TV while eating snacks and chatting about movies, fashion and boys late into the night. --- On Saturday Katherine Parson woke up in the early afternoon. Getting hungry, Katie and the other girls checked the fridge. They found that mom was nice enough to have prepared lunch for them. With the parents gone, they enjoyed eating it in the living room, while watching TV, sprawled on the sofas and carpet. They liked having the house for them, not having to listen to their parents' nagging. After a few hours of slacking off, Katie was starting to get bored and wanted the girls to get off their asses. Sitting on the carpet in front of the TV, Katie looked over her right shoulder and said to Jen with a twinkle in her eye - "We should go to the mall and check out some cute boys" - completely ignoring Nikki slumped in the big couch behind Katie. "You are too young to check out boys, Katie" - Nikki said, vacantly looking at the TV "I'm old enough." - Katie turned around, barking at Nikki over her left shoulder - "You always act like I'm still a child!" Nikki looked at Katie - "Of course, because you are! Just look at yourself!" - then looked at the TV again - "besides, I think I've had it with boys for now, thanks." Their blue eyes met as Katie glared furiously at Nikki. She was a late bloomer and even though Nikki was the same just a few years ago, she kept pestering her about it. She wanted Nikki to regret her attack - "Just because you can't get a guy, doesn't mean none of us can!" Nikki stared at Katie again, growing red in the face and Katie knew she hit the spot. For a moment, she thought her sister was going to explode. Nikki opened her mouth and took a breath, but after a second, she just closed it and looked away. Katie immediately felt a sting of regret. Nikki fell in love with a guy in her class over a year ago. Two months ago, she finally decided to ask him out and they began dating. Nikki was glowing with happiness, endlessly talking about him, obsessing about the smallest details. But two weeks later, he dumped her for a classmate. Nikki had been devastated, only finding comfort in dissing boys with Jen and Katie. She didn't say anything, but Katie could see now she was still hurting underneath. --- Jennifer Miller also knew the pain of being abandoned. Seeing Nikki's hurting, she remembered her first boyfriend. She lost her virginity to him and thought they had a special connection since then. A year later he went to college in another city. They wrote each other long emails, but she felt him slipping away from her. Before the first semester ended, his replies were cold and distant. She wanted to meet him again, but he always found excuses, until he finally admitted dating another girl. For a few moments, everyone was silent, trying not to look at each other. A mix of anger, guilt and frustration was in the air. Jen stepped in, trying to calm the situation - "Hey, we promised your mom not to bring any boys while your parents are away, remember?" "Yeah.." - Katie nodded sheepishly. Nikki wasn't reacting at all. "Wait, I know.." - Jen said - "Nikki, I brought those DVDs we talked about." Nikki looked at Jen, her face expressionless. "Yeah, I've got them in my bag-" - then realizing what she was saying - "although, they're really adult videos, you know?" - Jen continued, shifting eyes from Nikki to Katie and back. She trusted Nikki, but Katie's loose lips might rat them out. Slightly embarrassed, both girls looked at Katie, who was looking at them until she got it too. "Yeah, let's watch that!" - Katie said enthusiastically - "I wanna see that! Come on guys!" "Well I guess it's OK, then" - said Jen - "Is it Nikki?" "But promise not to tell anyone OK?" - Nikki said to Katie in a strict tone "I promise!" - Katie replied, only slightly annoyed Jen went over to her bag in the corner and took out a bunch of DVDs. Katie jumped to her immediately and took them, looking them over. "Oh" - she said - "looks like they're all just lesbian sex." "Yeah" - Jen nodded, flushing again - "They're my brother's, I just took them from his secret stash. I guess he's into that stuff, 'cause that's all he's got." "Eww, that is so gross" - Katie exclaimed, showing the other two girls the back of a DVD cover on which a girl was kissing another girl on her pussy. Jen smiled nervously and Nikki just shrugged. More than actually thinking about the sex act, Katie obviously just wanted to agree with the older girls about something regarding sex, but after seeing their reactions she probably just felt more childish. "I guess we'll have to watch this then" - she resigned and took out the one with the prettiest cover. - "Can we watch this one?" - she said as she handed Jen the DVD - "I'll go make some popcorn." Jen took the DVD from Katie and put it into the player. After a minute of browsing the menu, she selected to watch it from the beginning. In the meantime Katie finished the popcorn and brought three bowls, one for each girl. "You want a drink?" - Katie asked Jen. Jen looked Katie in the eyes, 'Are we going to get drunk?', she wondered "We've got apple juice." - Katie added "Sounds great, thanks Katie" - Jen replied with a relief and Katie smiled. A minute later she returned with a tray, a carton of juice and three glasses. She put it down on the coffee table in the middle of the room and poured the juice. The last glass was only two thirds full as the carton went empty. She gave one of the full glasses to Jen, who was sitting on an armchair to the right of the big sofa. "Thank you" - Jen said when she took the glass. Jen watched Katie as she took the other two and went to the big sofa where Nikki was sitting. After a moment's thought she handed Nikki the full glass and kept the other one for herself. Nikki saw it, but reached for the emptier one - "Thanks." - she said and took the glass. Katie chose to lie down on her usual spot on the carpet next to the table, in front of the big sofa. At first, everyone was a bit nervous about watching an adult movie together. After a few minutes however, they saw it was just soft porn and not a very good one. Scenes of girls kissing, touching and trying to make it look like they were having sex, without actually doing it. It also made the movie less serious and more fun. The girls would remark on the action and soon everyone was having a good time, laughing at every scene. They spent the rest of the movie saying things like "that one must spend a lot on conditioner!" or "look at that silicone valley!". And every time a poorly acted orgasm was shown, the girls shouted in unison "fake!" and laughed loudly. The next movie was even more amateurish, with shoddy image quality and fake performances, so the girls entertained themselves by turning the volume down and imitating the actresses' voices. The movie showed a girl ringing on the door and a woman opening and Katie started in a tiny voice - "Hi miss, I was gonna sell cookies but I guess lost them on the way here!" The other woman lead the girl into the bedroom and started to undress her. Nikki chimed in with a deep voice - "Let's see now, maybe some of them fell into your cleavage." Jen also wanted to take part - "Hey I'll be the camera man" - and added in a deep voice - "Good thing this is a one hand camera, just ignore me girls, fap fap fap." And when the girls on TV continued undressing, Katie said - "Miss, did you find my cookies yet?" "No not yet, I will have to look in your pants next" - Nikki replied and reached down under Katie's hoodie and tickled her sides. "Eeeek!" - Katie shrieked as both of them laughed, wrestled playfully and threw popcorn at each other. After a minute of rolling around both were too tired to go on, red in their faces and breathing deeply, clothes slightly off and popcorn all over the place. Nikki stood up and returned to her couch and Katie just turned around to continue watching the movie. Jen smiled, seeing the girls were best buddies again. --- After the second movie, the girls opted for a bathroom break. Nicole used the toilet and washed her face with great relief. The fight with her sister made her sweat more than she wanted to admit. When she returned, she saw their fight left the popcorn bowls empty. "I'm gonna make some more popcorn" - she said on her way out - "Jen, could you start the next movie?" "I'll put on the next movie" - Jen said and went to the player When Nikki returned with the popcorn, she found Katie sitting on the big sofa, her legs drawn under her body. She was reading a magazine laid on her legs. Nikki noticed how cute her little sister looked just then. A blanket wrapped around her whole body except her head and her short blond hair still cutely tousled from their fight. Looking at her, Nikki couldn't help but smile. When Katie looked up and noticed Nikki's smile, she asked - "What is it?" "Nothing, I just thought how cute you looked right now" - she replied Katie blushed a little, looked away and smiled as well - "Well, I was a bit cold down on the floor. Freezing, actually." "Of course you were cold, walking around in those little shorts of yours the whole day" - Nikki replied in a motherly tone while Katie grinned. Nikki carefully put down two of the bowls on the table and went to give Jen her popcorn. Then she went to the door to adjust the thermostat - "It'll take a bit for the room to heat up" - she added. Then with a softer tone, she said to Katie - "I hope you have room for me too, it's really chilly in here" - she said while taking the two bowls from the table. Nikki was wearing just a thin t-shirt and sweatpants. Until now, she didn't even realize how cold her arms felt. It was already dark outside. She looked at the clock next to the TV and saw that it was almost half past eight. When she took the two bowls and went to sit on the sofa, she saw Katie was still wrapped in the blanket but now stretching her body across the sofa to take up as much space as possible - "No room!" - she grinned. Nikki knew Katie just wanted to play, like she always did when in a good mood. She put the two popcorn bowls down on the carpet, took a bit of popcorn and brought her arm up as if to throw it - "Looks like I'll have to shoot my way through!" Katie just smiled, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, tongue outstretched. Nikki leaned over and carefully put a single popcorn puff on Katie's tongue. When Katie felt it, she withdrew her tongue and enjoyed the tasty treat - "Mmmm! OK!" - then she sat up, looked at Nikki and opened the left side of the blanket invitingly. Nikki picked up the popcorn, put one bowl on each side of the sofa and happily snuggled next to Katie, with her legs up on the sofa, her whole body wrapped in the blanket, just like Katie. As she enjoyed the body heat under the blanket, she remembered her friend. She looked right, over Katie's head and asked - "Jen, you cold too?" "Nah, I'll just put on my sweater and I'm good" - Jen replied and went to her bag to take it out After everyone settled down and started nibbling on the popcorn again, they started the movie. Again they tried to make fun of the movie at every possibility, but after a few minutes they saw this movie was different. The image quality was better and the girls in it were pretty and looked natural. They had nice hair and normal breasts, used very little make up and were not totally shaved everywhere. And they looked so young they might have been their classmates. But most importantly, they really were having sex. They took their time with the lovemaking and the camera didn't go out of its way to hide the naughty parts like in the other movies. They could clearly see the girls' fingers, tongues and toys caressing and entering their most private areas, soon glistening with natural wetness. The girls in this movie were obviously enjoying it. "...so I guess this isn't 'soft porn' anymore is it?" - Katie asked Nikki with a devious smile "I guess so" - Nikki looked back and smiled uncomfortably "Oh sorry, I didn't know, I'll change it" - Jen said and started getting up "No, it's OK, we can handle it" - Katie looked at Nikki - "Right?" "Right. I guess. Yeah, I mean sure, it's OK." - Nikki responded looking at Katie and Jen went back to her seat saying - "OK" "It's not like it will make us lesbian." - Katie said and bumped Nikki shoulder to shoulder still looking at her, but then, less sure of herself added - "Right?" "No of course not" - Nikki replied and patted Katie on the head with her left hand, then returned it under the blanket - "You are either born lesbian or not, a movie won't change that." They continued watching the movie, more silently than before, forgetting about the popcorn. It was Jen who broke the silence after a girl had a particularly strong orgasm. "Wow, that must have felt really good" - she said looking at the TV. It sounded like she said it more to herself than to them, but the other girls couldn't help but nod in agreement. --- The girls watched the movie silently, the only sounds were the lovemaking sounds and moaning coming from the TV. Somehow Katie began to feel excited from the movie. 'I'm not attracted to these girls' - she thought - 'why would I get excited about this?' But the more she thought about the pleasures the girls on screen were enjoying, the more she was aroused. Gradually her mouth went dry, she began to sweat and itch in her special places. She felt the need to touch herself, she wanted the nice feelings to grow. 'She might not even notice' - she thought - 'No, I can't possibly do that next to Nikki. Anyone but her.' She turned her head towards Nikki, carefully looking at her face. 'She's so cute' - she thought, watching her sister bite her lower lip. Without even realizing it, she started moving her hands from her thighs towards her shorts. But Nikki's body was closer than she thought and Katie's left elbow hit the soft fullness of her sisters right breast. Katie froze and she felt they both stopped breathing in that moment. Nikki wasn't wearing a bra, the soft fabric of her shirt was all that was between her breast and Katie's hoodie so Nikki must have felt it. Then Nikki looked down at her breast, then up into Katie's eyes, just inches between their faces. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something. Instead she jerked herself away from Katie, spilling the rest of both girls' popcorn all over the place. They looked at each other, both breathing deeply and starting to flush. Katie was so embarrassed she wanted to die. Hearing the commotion, Jen looked away from the TV too and watched the girls silently. "W-what?" - Nikki stammered "S-sorry" - was all the startled Katie could say, looking into Nikki's eyes - "I didn't mean to..." - she felt tears starting to form in her eyes Nikki looked surprised too, though not as much as Katie felt - "No, I'm sorry" - she said and quickly stood up - "I spilled all the popcorn" She started to collect the popcorn spilled around the sofa and put it back into the bowls. After a moment of watching, Katie shook her head and got up too. She started to help her sister, feeling it would not be fair to let her do all the work - "Wait I'll help you. It was my fault." "No, it wasn't" - Nikki said, crawling on the floor and collecting the popcorn - "It...I..." - she started, but then returned to the work. Jen stopped the movie and helped the girls silently collect the rest of the popcorn and carry it to the kitchen. --- Nikki was so startled and ashamed, she wanted to run away, hide somewhere and never come out again. Her sister caught her touching herself to that damn movie! 'What was I thinking?' - she scolded herself - 'Of course she would notice!'. When she returned to the living room, she sat back into the sofa and looked at the ground, too ashamed to look up when the other girls entered the room again. Her sister sat back next to her on the sofa. Nikki felt her inquiring and confused look on her face and couldn't help and grow red in her face again. The shock and frustration were starting to make her angry again. She threw a few quick angry looks toward Katie, hoping she would just leave her alone. 'She wouldn't understand.' - she thought. Katie was still looking at her curiously, but slowly she was also starting to frown. --- Jen felt the tension in the air and worried the girls might end up fighting again. She had to step up again. She stood in front of the sofa the girls were sitting on and said with a smile - "Whew, that last movie was a bit too much don't you think?" - she started and the sisters looked at her silently - "I mean, I was starting to feel a little too excited watching that. A little more and I would have to run off to the bathroom to do you-know-what." - she said with a smirk. She hoped the girls would take it as a joke, although it wasn't far from the truth. Just before the girls spilled the popcorn she was getting excited too and it would not be long before she would start squirming in her sofa as well. She didn't really get any reactions from the girls. They just sat there, silently, flushed faces and breathing deeply. Katie was still mostly looking at Nikki, who was staring at the floor. Jen thought, that maybe a little honesty would do the sisters good. 'If they don't trust each other, whom can they?' - She thought. She wanted to encourage the girls to talk more about what was troubling them. She approached the sofa and sat on the carpet in front of it. "Hey guys, cheer up." - she said and they looked at her - "There's nothing wrong in getting excited from such a movie, or wanting to do something about it. It's normal. There's no need to be like this." - she said looking at the girls as both of the sisters looked back at her with nondescript expressions. "You know" - Jen said looking into Nikki's blue eyes - "I really meant what I said before. That I was excited from that movie. Why not try being a little honest with yourself?" --- Nikki was fighting her inner self on what to do. Admitting such a shameful thing in front of Katie? "Yeah" - she finally resigned and replied after a moment of silence - "me too." - she said looking at Jen as Katie was confusedly looking from Nikki to Jen and back. "I mean" - Nikki said and took a deep breath to get courage, then looking at Katie - "I was getting really excited and wanted to feel as good as the girls on TV. I couldn't resist so I started touching myself right here on the couch. I'm sorry Katie." - she said, her anger slowly being replaced by deep regret. "Oh" - was all Katie was able to respond. Nikki, still guilty about what happened, continued - "I know I shouldn't be doing such things right next to you. I understand if you hate me for it-" - she said as she sadly looked away again. "No, wait Nikki." - Katie stopped her, blinking quickly - "Please, I should be apologizing to you." - she said as Nikki looked into her eyes - "I felt excited too and I went about to touch myself when I bumped into you. I'm always so clumsy and I ruin everything and my hand hit you when, when you just wanted to be left alone." - Katie said. She away and started to sob. Nikki realized the tense situation must have overwhelmed her sensitive sister. "I'm sorry, Nikki, I'm good for nothing, just your stupid little sister always ruining everything. I think you should really hate me now." Nikki looked briefly at Jen, surprised by her sister's sincerity, not knowing what to do. Jen raised her eyebrows looking into Nikki's eyes and gestured with her head towards Katie. Nikki understood, slided closer to Katie, and touched her shoulder - "Come on, now. Look at me Katie.". When Katie looked up, eyes red from the crying, Nikki smiled, with tears forming in her eyes too. She held Katie's face in her hands and continued - "You're not good for nothing, you're my wonderful little sister, I could never hate you. I love you, you know that. Come here.". She opened her arms and Katie fell into them as they embraced. - "I'll always love you Katie, no matter what." Katie held her close, still sobbing occasionally. "You really mean that?" - she said in a tiny voice. Nikki looked deep into Katie's eyes again. "Really really." - she replied. --- Katie couldn't contain her emotions anymore. She burst into happy laughter mixed with sobbing as she recognized the quote from her favorite movie and hugged Nikki tightly again - "Thank you sis, I love you too.". After a few moments she added - "I didn't mean those things I said earlier about you and getting guys." "I know" - Nikki said soothingly as she held Katie's head. - "Don't worry about it." Katie was more happy in her sister's arms than she ever thought possible. Nikki forgave her and didn't hate her. She realized how much her sister really meant to her - "You're really the most beautiful girl in the world" - Katie said, still hugging her sister. Her sobs slowed down and she felt content again. With her eyes closed and her head on her sisters shoulder, she just enjoyed big sisters warmth and closeness. - "No one deserves you." "So, you're saying I should stay lonely forever?" - Nikki asked and Katie jerked back, looking scared at Nikki's face, afraid she would be misunderstood. "No, not at all!" - she started quickly but as soon as she saw Nikki's smile, she knew it was just a joke. She slowly hugged her sister again, laying her head on her shoulder again and said - "I don't want you to feel lonely. If you ever feel lonely, please tell me, OK? I promise I will come and cheer you up. And we'll tickle each other and I'll give you my magazines and I'll give you my make up. Just please don't be lonely again." "And if you ever feel lonely, I promise I will do the same for you." - Nikki replied --- When Jen saw the tender moments between the sisters, she felt her eyes sting as well. She was touched by their sincere feelings. These girls would be there for each other, during bad and good times. They would cheer each other up, care for each other and protect each other whenever necessary. She was a little jealous, never experiencing such a friendship. After a few minutes of silence, Jen could see Katie's rhythmic breathing, but she couldn't see her face, since she was still laying on Nikki's right shoulder, opposite from Jen. Nikki opened her eyes, gently stroked her sister's back and asked quietly - "Katie, you sleepy?" "A little.." - a tiny voice from Katie replied. "Wanna go to bed?" - Nikki asked Katie hummed a negative and held Nikki closer - "Just a little longer." - she answered and Nikki closed her eyes again. After a few more minutes, just when Jen thought about what she would do, should these two really fall asleep on the couch, Katie picked up her head and the girls slowly ended their embrace. Nikki smiled at Katie's sleepy face, who smiled back at her. Both of their eyes still looked a bit puffy from crying, especially Katie's sleepy eyes. Then they slowly looked at Jen, who smiled as warmly and happily as she could. She noticed they were still holding hands. Sitting there, happily smiling and gently holding hands, these two girls looked more like lovers than sisters, she thought. She could almost imagine them kissing lovingly, like the girls on the TV a while back. When she realized what she was thinking while they were still looking at her, she jerked awake and shyly averted their inquiring looks. "What is it?" - Katie asked curiously and looked at Nikki for an answer, who was just as perplexed "Um, no nothing" - Jen replied shyly. She couldn't possibly tell them what she was thinking about. But the girls were curious now and she couldn't stay silent either. "Come on, you can tell us anything, remember? It was you who said we should be honest with each other?" - Nikki said and Jen saw she was just as curious as Katie "No, if I told you, you would surely hate me" - Jen replied and averted her eyes again --- Nikki reluctantly let go of her sister's hands. She got off the couch and crouched next to Jen. She took Jen's hand and said - "You're my best friend, I know it was nothing bad. You can tell me anything. I promise I won't hate you." Jen looked deep into Nikki's sincere eyes and started - "I thought" - she glanced briefly at Katie, then back at Nikki, then she looked away again - "I thought just now you looked more like two lovers. Sort of like those kissing girls in that movie." When Nikki realized what Jen was saying, her heart skipped a beat. She desperately wanted to look at Katie, but was too scared to do it. "No I don't mean it in a bad way!" - Jen looked at her desperately - "I was really happy for you in that moment. I just couldn't help but notice how it looked similar to the movie. With your hands touching and both of you smiling at each other and everything. I know it's terrible of me to think that way, I just couldn't help it, sorry." - she said still looking at Nikki. They shared a silent look. Then both of them jumped a bit when Katie burst into laughing on the sofa behind Nikki's back. "Ooh, my dearest Nikki" - Katie said in a deep theatrical voice between laughs as she got off the couch and tackled Nikki from behind - "Ohh, kiss me, my lover" - she said and made exaggerated kissing sounds while embracing Nikki's shoulders from behind and moving her mouth as if she was kissing her neck. Nikki's shyness fell off quick as she got into Katie's game. She looked around at Katie with a mischievous grin. Katie backed off a bit as Nikki said - "Who are you calling lover, my dear? Just wait 'til I get my hands on you, see what you'll say then" - and she started chasing her, hands raised in a menacing manner. Katie shrieked as Nikki caught up with her and started tickling, causing Katie to laugh out repeatedly and plead her to stop. Seeing Nikki would not let her go so easily, she went into counterattack, tickling Nikki all over her body as well. It was then when the girls noticed the sound of Jen's ringtone coming from her bag. "Crap, I left my cell in the bag" - Jen said as she stood up and went over to her bag. She took the phone out and said - "It's mom, I wonder what she wants now." Nikki got off Katie, and they both sat next to each other on the sofa, looking at Jen. "Yeah hi mom. Yeah, we're at their house, what's up?" - gradually Jen's voice got slower - "Aha. Yeah. Yeah I know, he'll be back in a week. Can't you have miss Annie look after her? I see. Yeah. Hmm, OK. I'll wait for you here then. It's OK, don't worry about it mom. OK, see you." --- Jen looked at the girls who were still sitting silently and watching her. She explained what was happening - "Mom is on call today and they just called her from her office, said it was urgent and she had to go. But someone has to look after grandma while she's away, and neither dad nor my brother are there. Not even our neighbor. So it's up to me now. She told me to pack up and be ready, she'll come by and pick me up in ten minutes." "You're going?" - Nikki asked "I know, sorry, I wish I could stay." "No, it's not your fault" - Nikki replied "When can you come back?" - Katie asked "Tomorrow, probably. I can ask mom to take me here again, but I don't know how long she has to stay." - Jen replied Katie picked up the DVDs and gave them to Jen while she packed her stuff up. She was barely finished when they heard Jen's mom honking from the street. "Gotta go" - Jen said and looked at Nikki - "Hey, listen guys, just forget what I said before, about the two of you, OK?" "Yeah" - Nikki said, looking uneasy again. She looked at Katie who frowned too - "It's OK Jen. Don't worry about it." - she said finally The sisters escorted Jen to the front door. "Just don't fight again, OK?" - Jen said smilingly, then turned around and walked to the car Jen's mom was standing next to the car, engine running - "Hi girls, sorry to ruin your sleepover." - she shouted - "I'll bring her back tomorrow." "OK" - the sisters shouted in unison After everyone said bye, Jen and her mom got into the car. The car made a U turn and left the way it came from. --- Katie was walking back to the living room, right behind her sister. "So what now?" - she asked. Alone with her sister, she felt somehow uneasy now. Nikki looked at the clock in the hallway. Katie looked too and saw it was after ten o'clock. "I don't know. I think I'm gonna take a shower." - she said and went to her room for her pajamas. Katie heard her go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. She took a bag of crisps from the kitchen and sat down in front of the TV again, browsing the channels. When Nikki returned, she was in her blue pajamas and with her came a fresh smell of shampoo. Katie wanted to smell as nice as Nikki did - "I'll take a shower too" She was also feeling a little dirty from watching the movie and hoped the shower would take her mind off these things. The shower was refreshing, but it didn't really help calm her down. She stepped out of the shower and drying up, she studied her body in the mirror critically. She was always small framed. Only in the last years her hips were getting wider, her tummy flatter and her breasts bigger. But sis was much more of a woman than her, getting many looks from the boys and Katie was a little envious of that. 'Maybe someday I'll have such a nice body too' - she thought as she put on her orange pajamas, finishing with a pair of white fluffy slippers. When she returned to the living room, she found Nikki asleep. She was laying on the sofa, covered with the blanket. Katie turned the TV volume down. She looked at Nikki for a minute, just watching her sister's peaceful expression and soft breathing. Somehow, she just wanted to snuggle up next to her, enjoy the closeness again, if only for a while. She bit her lower lip as she thought about it, but then shook her head. There wasn't really enough space on the sofa and she didn't want to wake her sister up. She was on good terms with her now and didn't want to ruin that again. With a sigh she went to the kitchen to prepare some late dinner. Ten minutes later a sleepy eyed Nikki came to the kitchen. "Hey sis" - she said and yawned. Seeing it, Katie had to yawn too. Nikki rubbed her eyes and continued - "what's up?" "Just making some salad" - Katie answered - "I thought maybe something healthy wouldn't hurt for a change." "I think so too" - Nikki agreed and cleared her throat as she went to get a sip of water "Also there's some of that beef steak left, maybe a bit of cheese.." - Katie continued "Mmm, sounds very tasty, I'll warm up the steak and get the cheese" - Nikki replied when she finished drinking. She turned to the fridge, then looked back at Katie - "You know sis, you've got a great sense for these things. I think your future husband will be a very lucky man." - she said, throwing Katie a gentle smile. Katie looked in Nikki's eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. Feeling she is about to blush, she looked down at the salad again - "No, I don't think.. thank you." They made two servings and together with a glass of juice each took the food to the living room. "Can we .. share the blanket again?" - Katie asked cautiously. The room was already warm and she wasn't cold anymore, she just wanted to be closer to Nikki. "Sure, anytime." - Nikki said and Katie smiled as she felt a jolt of happiness They moved the table closer to the sofa, put their glasses on it and sat down with the plates in their hands. The dinner was great and Nikki couldn't stop moaning how great it tasted. Katie couldn't stop laughing. Being praised by Nikki filled her with happiness. --- When they finished eating, Katie got up saying - "I'll clean this up" Nikki wondered why Katie was so active tonight, she wasn't usually the first one to volunteer for chores. 'Is she trying to avoid me?' she thought. "Wait, you prepared it, I should do the cleaning-" - Nikki started saying, as she got up. Katie was faster. "No chance" - she said, picking up their plates and standing up. But her legs were still wrapped in the blanket on the floor. Nikki could barely lift her arms towards Katie before she fell forward with a thump and ringing of broken porcelain. Katie's fall pulled the blanket and Nikki fell next to her, her legs wrapped up as well. Luckily they just missed the table next to them. Nikki shook herself and knelt next to her sister - "Katie!" She couldn't see her face, because it was turned the other way and covered with her hair - "Are you OK?" "Yeah .." - Katie moaned from the ground, arms spread apart Nikki insisted - "Can you move?" "Yeah I think so" - Katie mumbled as she rose up and sat down on the carpet. "You hurt anywhere?" - Nikki repeated with a shaky voice, the thought of something happening to Katie almost made her panic "No, I'm okay." - she said as she checked herself and Nikki finally relaxed - "But I broke a plate, mom's gonna kill me." Nikki smiled, her worries finally disappearing. "And you?" - Katie asked as she touched Nikki's left shoulder The pain from the shoulder made Nikki grimace slightly - "Ow". --- Katie was startled by the pain in her sister's face. She jerked her hand back immediately - "Sorry! Oh no! What happened?" - she said in a scared tone with her hands in the air, wanting to hold and comfort her sister, but being afraid of hurting her again. Her eyes were starting to burn again as she watched Nikki pull the collar of the blue top over her shoulder to look at it. - "I must have hit the table." "I'm so sorry, I ruined everything again" - Katie started sobbing. The shock from the fall and now seeing Nikki hurting because of her was more than she could bear - "Please forgive me sis, I didn't want to hurt you!" - she pleaded "No Katie, it was just an accident." - she said in a soothing voice - "Don't cry, OK? I'm not even hurt." "Really?" - Katie asked through tears "Yeah, there's nothing there" - Nikki said, smiling as she showed Katie her shoulder and moved her arm around - "See?" - she said still smiling Katie nodded in agreement, smiling through tears - "And it doesn't hurt?" "No, not really, it's already getting better." - Nikki replied, pulled her top back up and sat down next to Katie. She took hold of Katie's hands, trying to calm her down - "It's nothing really." She looked into Katie's eyes and smiled - "You know, you always bumped into something when you were little. Like when you were just a few years old and we were playing in my bed and you fell off it when I wasn't paying attention. I was so scared when you started crying, but mom said not to worry. But I always felt guilty about it." She continued - "Or a few years later, when we were on the playground in the park-" Katie nodded, picking one hand up and trying to wipe her tears - "When I fell off that slide, I think you were crying more than me." "Yeah" - Nikki nodded and remembering the time, tears started forming in her eyes as well - "I was so scared you were hurt. I couldn't stop crying even after mom came to look after us." "You were always so nice and caring towards me." - Katie said and smiled, looking down at her sister's hands. Then with a jagged deep breath her smile faded and a tormented expression took it's place. She didn't deserve such a good sister. "What's wrong?" - Nikki asked with a concerned look at Katie. Katie looked briefly into her sister's concerned eyes, then looked away. She took her hand away from Nikki's and turned away from her - "I'm sorry Nikki.." "Why? Please Katie, tell me what's wrong." - Nikki pleaded "I just.." - Katie said slowly, her back towards Nikki. Face turned down, the emotions overwhelmed her and she started crying silently again. "Katie please..you can tell me anything." - Nikki begged Katie continued between silent sobs - "Nikki, every time I think of you, every time I hear you say my name, I am so happy. And at the same time it hurts so bad. I just can't take it anymore." - and after a few seconds she added - "Because, what Jen said was true, about me, I really love you, in that way." "But I thought when she said that, and you laughed-" - Nikki started Katie shook her head - "No that was just. I just didn't know what else to do. I thought, if I could play it, like a game, I could hide these feelings for you." "I-" - Nikki tried to say something "I thought" - Katie continued talking and crying - "I thought. This is enough. If Nikki is happy, then it is enough, even if she only likes me, as a sister. But then I feel you pulling away from me, and it hurts even more than before. I just can't take it anymore. I know I'm so selfish. You are so perfect and I'm just a selfish, perverted person. I'm in love with my own sister for gods sake!" "Katie" - Nikki said slowly and tried to caress her back, but Katie jerked away, saying - "Don't, please." For a few moments the only sound was Katie's silent sobbing. "You're hurting me." - Nikki said in a resolute voice and Katie fell silent. After a second she turned around. With her wet and puffy eyes she barely saw her sisters concerned face. She blinked and saw Nikki's eyes were full of tears as well. "W-what? How can, you say that?" - Katie stammered "I said you are hurting me," - Nikki repeated - "because when you say I only like you as a sister, that's not true." "What?" - Katie asked again, hearing things she couldn't believe "Katie, I love you in that way too. And if that makes me perverted then I am." - Nikki replied - "But I've loved you like that for a long time." Katie just looked at her, only slowly was she beginning to believe what Nikki was saying. Gradually a smile was starting to shine on her face, saying - "Really, you d-do?" Nikki happily returned her smile and nodded - "I want to be with you, forever." All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Chapter 2: Her Body Hearing Nikki's confession, Katie almost threw herself at her sister. She hugged her so tightly, she was trembling. "You're crushing me, Katie." - Nikki said as she inhaled her sister's scent. "Sorry, did I hurt you again?" - Katie replied and eased the embrace. "No, it doesn't hurt, just relax a little, you're trembling." - Nikki said and added tenderly - "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." She heard her sister cry out in a happy laugh and it filled her heart with warm happiness. After a few seconds, they both fell silent, enjoying the embrace. Nikki was full of love for this girl - "I know this sounds a little corny, but I wish tonight would go on forever." "It's not corny, it's true. I wish this would go on forever too." - Katie replied in a tiny voice Nikki took a deep breath from between Katie's hair - "Katie, you smell so wonderfully." "Thank you." - Katie whispered softly - "You do too." Nikki could feel Katie's hot breath on her neck. It felt so wonderful, Nikki thought she would die. "Say, Katie?" "Yes?" "Would it be OK if I kissed you?" When she felt Katie hold her closer again, she quickly added - "It's OK if you don't want to, I understand." "Wait Nikki." - Katie stopped her. She drew her head back and looked Nikki into her eyes - "I would love to kiss you. I was just so happy to hear you ask it. I didn't have the nerve to ask you, cause I was afraid you would say no and I would lose you again." Nikki smiled and gently touched Katie's nose with her own, rubbing it from side to side. She brought her right hand from her sister's back to her neck, gently touching and stroking it from behind. When Katie closed her eyes, Nikki did the same. She turned her head slightly to the left as she felt her sister do the same in the other direction. Then she felt her sister's beautiful scent again. She inhaled it deeply and opened her lips slightly. Then her mouth finally made contact with Katie's soft lips. She was kissing this beautiful young girl, a girl she knew almost all her life, a girl she loved more than anyone and who loved her back. They kissed playfully years ago when they were younger, but this time it was different. This time their true love for each other made it significant. She remembered the last kiss with her boyfriend and realized how much better this kiss felt. Her sister's mouth was incredibly soft and gentle. She held Katie close for a few seconds, their lips pressed together. Then she pulled away and their mouths parted with a soft, loving sound. When their eyes met again, Nikki couldn't help but whisper - "Katie, you are so beautiful." - and she really meant it. "You really think so?" "Yes, you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world" - Nikki replied and felt her heart skip a beat when she saw a smile brighten Katie's cute blushing face. "No, I think you are prettier." - Katie said and after a few seconds added - "Sorry to ruin the moment, but I think I need to blow my nose." Nikki smiled at her sister's sincerity - "Me too, it's the crying. Wait here, I'll go get tissues." A minute later she returned with a box and sat back down next to her sister. By the time they cleared their noses and wiped the drying tears, the box was empty. Katie asked - "Can we kiss again? Like grownups this time?" Nikki nodded and moved closer. She closed her eyes again, as did Katie. When their lips met again, Nikki opened her mouth and carefully stuck out her tongue. She felt Katie do the same. First they just touched each other's tongue tips, but after a few seconds they both grew bolder and they let their tongues dance and explore each other's mouths. She could taste her sister's sweet scent. It was so exciting they both started to breathe heavily, with an occasional moan escaping between their lips. They grabbed their necks and heads and pressed their bodies together as hot passion engulfed both of them. Nikki's head was spinning. It felt so good, she couldn't stop. Again, there was no comparison to her boyfriend, kissing her sister felt so much better. She wanted to tear Katie's clothes off and make passionate love to her right there on the floor. Then she remembered she is the older one and is supposed to be responsible. She never expected a mutual confession, let alone so much passion between them. She wasn't really prepared for this situation. Now she had to repeat to herself that Katie's happiness was the most important thing and it was her responsibility to restrain herself. Slowly, if reluctantly, she closed her mouth. She felt Katie's tongue linger in her mouth for a while, then quickly returning as Nikki closed her lips and withdrew them. Still in a tight embrace, the siblings looked into each other's eyes again. "That felt amazing." - Katie said with a happy smile and longing in her eyes and lips that once again tested the limits of Nikki's self control. "I think so too." - Nikki agreed, smiling as well. "Hmm-" - Katie moaned softly and closed her eyes - "That's so nice." Nikki realized she had been gently stroking Katie's neck with her fingers. Hearing Katie's soft moans made her heart beat faster. Again, she remembered her obligation to restrain herself and stopped moving. Katie opened her eyes to see what happened - "Why did you stop?" - then her eyes lit up again - "Oh I know, you want me to be nice to you too." She started to stroke Nikki's neck and shoulders as well. Nikki involuntarily closed her eyes and enjoyed the tender stimulation. She heard her sister's deep breaths and felt Katie's hands freeze for a second. When Katie found her courage, Nikki felt Katie's trembling hands slowly moving lower. For a moment she thought about how great it would feel if Katie touched the rest of her body and felt her heart skip a beat. A thought crossed her mind. Maybe it would be OK if she enjoyed it for just a moment. But she realized she might not have the willpower to stop her later, so she opened her eyes and quickly grabbed her sister's hands, just before they made contact with Nikki's breasts, saying - "No, wait." "What? Why?" - Katie said in a startled voice - "Was I doing it wrong?" "No, you were doing great, it was amazing." - Nikki replied - "But that's why we have to stop." Katie just looked at her with a confused look. Nikki continued as she took Katie's palms into hers - "Katie, I love you so much. But if you did that, it would feel so good I would want to do more things with you." - and knowing she had to be careful how she chose her words, she added - "But maybe we shouldn't. I mean, I am a girl and your older sister. I'm supposed to be looking after you." "Yeah, about that-" - Katie responded - "Does us two, I mean, our relationship, bother you?" "I don't know, does it bother you?" - Nikki felt as if the proper words were escaping her somehow. "Well, I haven't really thought about that. I don't think I'm a lesbian, I mean, I was never interested in other girls. Though not boys really either." - Katie answered. A short pause and she continued - "And about us being sisters .. I think that just means I can trust you more." "I trust you too." - Nikki replied with a smile - "You know, I read in a magazine that trusting each other is the basis of every good relationship." "See? Doesn't that mean we would be happy together?" - Katie looked into her eyes as they were holding hands, then looked away - "Nikki, I want to be with you, in all the ways possible. Is that so wrong? Are you disgusted at the thought of being with me?" "I'm not disgusted. I'm excited. And incredibly happy. But having sex with you, I'm a little afraid I would feel guilty afterwards." - Nikki said, a little surprised she was able to say the s-word with regards to her sister. "Why would you feel guilty?" - Katie asked as she looked into Nikki's eyes again. "Because, you know, I would feel like I took advantage of you." - Nikki said - "Like some heartless bitch, seducing her innocent younger sister just to satisfy her perverted desires." "I know you better than that, Nikki." - Katie assured her with a smile - "You are not like that. I think you are a wonderful girl, always looking after her little sister. I know you would never do anything bad to me, I trust you." "Thank you." - Nikki was relieved, feeling a little less guilty about the situation. Then Katie continued - "I know it's not common for a sister to feel this way, but I love you and I really would like us to do it, so don't think you would be using me. I know it would make me really happy. But I know I'm not as pretty as you, so I understand it." Katie started to withdraw her hands, but Nikki quickly caught them again - "No wait Katie! You are pretty!" "No, I mean my body.." - Katie objected. "No, god, I want to kill myself for those things I said when we were arguing! You have a very sexy body!" - Nikki insisted, looking into Katie's eyes, then continued - "But, I would love you even if you didn't! So I really, really do want to be with you too, Katie!" - she smiled and added - "A lot." --- Katie smiled too. After a few seconds Nikki said - "But maybe we should clean up first." Katie looked around and saw the mess they were sitting in. "Yeah, you're right, but I'm not sure I can let go of your hand." - she said as they stood up. Nikki smiled and added - "But I have to go to the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan." Katie held her firmly for a few seconds, then she slowly released her - "OK, then, but promise you won't be longer than absolutely necessary!" "I promise." - Nikki said with a smile and left the room. Katie could barely contain her happiness. Humming a happy tune she turned down the volume on the TV to keep only a soft background noise. She collected the unbroken plate and the cutlery, then started to pick up the bigger pieces of the broken plate. "Leave the rest, I'll take care of it." - Nikki said when she returned. She swept the little pieces into the dustpan while Katie took the big parts to the kitchen - "Looks like we'll have to vacuum it to get the rest out of the carpet." "I'll get it!" - Katie said and jumped happily towards the closet, looking at Nikki on her way there. She noticed Nikki watching her with a loving smile and she smiled, waving her hand. "Watch out!" - Nikki exclaimed with raised hands and Katie looked around, stopping inches from the door frame, almost bumping into it. Katie giggled and entered the hall, noticing Nikki shaking her head from the corner of her eye. She returned with the vacuum as Nikki was just entering from the kitchen after returning the dustpan. Nikki took the cable and plugged it in. Her sister declared joyfully - "See? Told you, we're a great team!" Nikki nodded and watched Katie thoroughly clean the carpet. After she put away the vacuum, Nikki was waiting for her, standing in the middle of the living room. Katie quickly jumped right next to her, almost bumping into Nikki. She was eager to touch her, but a little afraid to do so. She wasn't used to being allowed to. So instead she said - "So, what are we going to tell mum?" "Why not tell her the truth?" - Nikki answered and seeing Katie's eagerness, she opened her arms for her. Katie immediately clamped onto Nikki like she was drowning and her sister was a life vest. She pressed her left cheek on the front of Nikki's left shoulder. Nikki continued, smiling - "I mean, that we tripped and fell, not about the two of us." "Yeah." - Katie replied. She continued talking, as she used her right hand to play with the pale blue fabric of Nikki's pajamas on her shoulder. She felt safe in Nikki's arms. - "What do you think our parents would say if they knew about us?" "I don't know. I don't think they would be happy." - Nikki said as she put her right hand in Katie's hair and gently massaged her skin with her fingers. Katie closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling as Nikki continued - "They would probably think we are disturbed. I don't think they would let us be together." "Are we? I mean, I don't feel disturbed." - Katie said, with her eyes closed. "I don't know Katie. I don't feel disturbed either." - Nikki said. She let go of Katie's back and took her head into her hands. Katie moved her head backwards and their eyes met as Nikki continued - "All I know is I always want to look into those beautiful blue eyes of yours and watch that lovely smile on your face." Hearing her sister, Katie smiled happily. She felt loved and it made her fall in love with Nikki all the more. "Thank you." - she said - "It feels so nice when you say that. I too want to be with you, forever and ever." Then she closed her eyes, puckered her lips and leaned forward. She was glad that Nikki understood and agreed with the kissing proposal. "Wanna sit down?" - Nikki asked when they finished the kiss. Katie nodded and she felt Nikki's hands on her shoulder, guiding her to the large sofa. With a beating heart and blushed face, she sat down. Nikki sat to her left, holding her hands, just as red in her face as she was. Katie heard both of them breathing deep and felt her hands tremble as she turned and took Nikki's slim waist in her arms. 'Oh god, we're really gonna do it.' - Katie thought. The anxiety and excitement in both girls was almost reaching panic levels. "Katie-" - Nikki said and put her right hand on Katie's shoulder just as Katie was about to lean in and kiss her again. Her heart skipped a beat, fearing Nikki didn't want their loving to continue. Nikki whispered - "Are you sure about this?" Katie looked into her eyes deeply, swallowed, bit her lower lip and nodded. After a few seconds, Nikki said - "OK then, so let's put our legs up, so we can face each other, OK?" Katie nodded, looking down. Nikki pulled her right leg from the ground to Katie's left side and Katie pulled her right one over Nikki's left one, so that they were facing each other while sitting. Now Katie could get closer to Nikki in a tight hug as they enjoyed the closeness of their bodies. Katie looked up and they French kissed again. Nikki started stroking Katie's back with her hands. After a few seconds Katie got the message and did it to Nikki as well, as they continued their deep kiss. After a few minutes of this gentle lovemaking, they slowly broke the kiss, catching their breaths and looking into each other's eyes again. A few seconds later, Katie looked down at her own pajama top, hoping her sister would understand she was ready for more. Nikki nodded in response and let go of Katie's back. Katie loosened her grip on Nikki's body, so Nikki could move her hands to her sister's neck and start undoing the buttons on her pajama top. She was intently staring down at her hands, or as Katie was hoping, Katie's breasts beneath. While Nikki fumbled with the buttons, Katie lovingly stroked Nikki's hair and slowly studied her sister's beautiful face. Her deep blue eyes. Her cute nose. Her clean skin. Her full lips. The golden blond hair, flowing over her shoulders. Even her ears were lovely. She saw this face many times before. But she never even hoped she would get this close to her sister. She felt the happiness overcome her again. After a while Katie looked down to see how Nikki's doing, only to see that her sister's trembling hands were still struggling with the first button. She was so excited and nervous her fingers lacked the dexterity necessary to grab the button and push it through the hole in the orange garment. "S-sorry." - the flushed Nikki stammered, fingers fumbling - "Can't seem to undo it." Katie was in no hurry. She could keep looking at Nikki's face the whole night. But seeing the stressed expression on her face, she thought that besides being their first time, maybe Nikki felt the burden of responsibility as well. Or, she hoped, Katie's closeness was making her sister so intensely aroused. In any case, Katie found it refreshing that she was the calm, mature one for once and decided to help her sister. "Relax." - Katie said and brought her hands to the button - "I'll help you." "Thanks." - Nikki whispered, took a deep breath and put her hands on Katie's waist. She started gently tickling her, stroking her thumbs up and down. After a few seconds, Katie's hands managed to undo the first button. When she felt Nikki's fingers burrow under the bottom hem of her top and rise it up slowly, she got the idea. She pulled her arms out of the top, then the collar over her head and quickly threw the top to the ground with her right hand, while taking care to keep her breasts covered with the other one, then bringing the right arm back to cover herself up. Her sudden nakedness made her feel exposed to the gaze of her pretty lover. Katie knew that once Nikki saw she wasn't ready yet, she took care that she didn't look at her sister's breasts without her approval. Being respected like this reminded her just how much she loved her sister. Now she stroked the sides of Katie's naked arms with her fingers and looking into Katie's eyes, she asked tenderly - "Can I look?" "Mmm." - Katie shook her head. Seeing a hint of a hurt expression on her lover's face, she quickly added - "I mean, I love that you want to see and really want to show you, I'm just a little ashamed. Please can you take off yours too? I think then it would be better." - then Katie broke eye contact, looking to the side, and blushing even more and mumbled -- "Also, I wanna look at you too." Nikki probably found it cute, because she smiled and answered - "For you, Katie, anything." Now calmer, it was easy for Nikki to undo all her buttons. With only a moment's hesitation to take a deep breath, she pulled the top open and slipped her hands out of the sleeves. Naturally, growing up together, the sisters saw each other's bodies before, when in the bathroom, or when changing clothes. But in those times they were fleeting, seemingly innocent glances, trying not to stare at intimate areas. Then, Katie was afraid to really look, for fear of being caught and labeled a pervert. Now, knowing Nikki loved her too, she felt a need to explore every part of her sister's body. Her gaze immediately fell on Nikki's uncovered breasts, studying them intently with an open mouth. When she felt Nikki's hands on her arms again, she eased her arms and let them fall in her lap. "Uh, sorry!" - said Katie when she woke up from her trance. She looked in Nikki's eyes and blushed again - "I didn't mean to stare." "I want you to look, Katie." - Nikki said calmly, then, slightly unsure of herself, she added carefully - "Do you like them?" "I do." - Katie nodded and took another long glance at her sister's breasts, before looking at Nikki's face again - "I think they are perfect. Mine are too small." - Katie said in a frustrated tone and looked down at her chest as if to compare. "No, Katie." - Nikki said, looking at Katie's breasts, then, taking Katie's chin between her fingers, she moved her face up and looked into her eyes, saying - "I think they are just beautiful. And in a few years, they will be just as big as mine, don't worry. Especially if we take good care of them." - she said with a smile. Katie giggled and said - "Thank you." Nikki leaned in and the sisters shared another passionate kiss. After a few seconds, Katie made up her mind and lifted her hands from her lap towards Nikki's waist. She took hold of it and slowly slid her hands upwards. She felt Nikki's left hand touch her chest under her right breast and slowly moving up. When she felt her own hands reach the bottom of Nikki's breasts, she broke their kiss, breathing deeply, looking into Nikki's eyes. "I want to look at them." - Katie said. "OK, go ahead, you can touch them too if you like." - Nikki said, smiling. Gently rubbing Katie's upper arms, she straightened out, moving her mouth out of Katie's reach, but bringing her breasts higher and making them more pronounced. "Thank you." - Katie said and gulped, then looked down at Nikki's breasts, studying and enjoying them at the same time. They were firm and pointed slightly upward, almost towards Katie's head. Almost cone shaped, the bottom half was bulging out slightly, but not as much as to form a crease on the bottom of the breasts. Instead, the bottom smoothly connected to Nikki's ribcage. As she gently cupped them and felt their weight and firmness by pushing them up, they would barely move upwards. They were probably smaller than Jen's, but they fit perfectly into Katie's hands. She held them for a moment, then tried squeezing and kneading them in her hands. She inspected the small areolas and nipples, sticking out in a light brown color on top of the cone. She put her right finger on Nikki's left breast, on the border between the breast and areola and rubbed it softly, trying out the texture. She realized Nikki's breasts were actually very similar to hers, just larger and more clearly defined. The nipple was slightly larger and darker than her pink ones. She gently touched the tip with her finger. She looked up to see Nikki watching her with a smile and eyes full of love and passion. "Is it OK if I pull it?" - Katie asked cautiously. "Yes, but please be gentle." - Nikki answered softly. Katie carefully took the nipple between her thumb and finger and twisted and pulled it lightly. She heard Nikki take a deep breath and whisper - "Feels great." "Can you try it?" - Katie asked cautiously, feeling a need to be touched too. "I thought you would never ask." - Nikki answered - "Could you lean back?" Katie straightened up and leaned back, supporting herself on her hands. "You can touch them now if you want to." - Katie said, closed her eyes and stopped breathing. "I would love to, but don't forget to breathe." - she heard Nikki's whisper in her ear and she released her breath. After a moment, she felt her sister's hands touch her breasts, hot and trembling slightly. They both were still breathing deeply from the excitement and Katie felt her own and her sister's breath on her body. Nikki gently massaged Katie's breasts, then softly ran her fingers over Katie's nipples. Katie relaxed, eyes still closed, she turned her head left and leaned it against her left shoulder as she enjoyed the sensations her sister was causing. A few minutes later, she started feeling a slight tickle between her legs and she started fidgeting, trying to close them and moving her hip to chase the tickle away. Nikki must have noticed Katie's thighs pressing against hers. While massaging Katie's breasts, she asked - "Katie, do you want to feel nice down here too?" - and she brought one hand from Katie's breast as she lightly touched Katie's underbelly, as if she was afraid to go lower. When Nikki's hand touched her there, a shiver ran down Katie's her spine. Nikki's hand immediately retreated, Nikki saying - "Sorry." "No, it felt very nice." - Katie said, her eyes still closed - "And I do want to feel nice there too. Please touch me there, gently." After a few moments of listening to deep breathing, Nikki's fingers grazed her pajama bottoms between her legs. She trembled again, exhaled and softly moaned - "Yeah." Nikki's hand softly cupped her pussy through her bottoms and she smiled and moaned again, enjoying the growing warmth down there. She wanted to lose herself to Nikki, the girl she loved. She felt Nikki's deep breathing as she leaned forward and kissed Katie's neck, slowly moving her hand up and down. After a few minutes of stimulation Katie knew her pussy was soaked, just like her bottoms. She heard Nikki whispering softly in her ear - "Do you want me to take off your bottoms too?" Katie smiled again and hummed in agreement. Nikki got up from the sofa and crouched next to her. "Lay back and relax, my love." - Nikki whispered again and took her left hand from Katie's breast, putting it on the back of her neck to support her while laying down. Her right one was still lightly pressed on Katie's crotch, radiating wonderful warmth. "Thank you." - was all Katie could say, overwhelmed with feelings for her sister after being called her 'love'. She relaxed her hands and with eyes still closed she moved upwards and put her head on the pillow in the corner of the sofa. She wanted to look at her sister, but she was afraid if she opened them, the magic would be gone and she would be too ashamed to go on. Nikki gave her one more soft kiss on her neck, then she removed her hands from Katie's body. She lifted Katie's right leg from the carpet and put it on the sofa, next to her left one. Nikki's fingers touched the hem of her bottoms, slowly pulling them lower. Nikki's deep breathing was tickling her breasts and tummy. Katie lifted her bottom slightly to allow the pajamas to slide down her thighs. As soon as her mound was getting exposed, she instinctively put her hands between her legs, to cover her most intimate area. Finally she lifted her legs to let Nikki slide her bottoms off of them. Now Katie was lying in front of her sister, completely naked. "Are you warm enough?" - Nikki asked, her slightly ragged voice betraying lust, but also the loving care for a little sister. Katie hummed a yes, then turned her head towards Nikki and opened her eyes, to find her sister kneeling to her right, next to the sofa, looking at her face and smiling lovingly. Katie asked in a trembling voice - "How do I look?" It was very important for Katie that her sister liked how she looked and Nikki clearly understood that. "Like Christmas morning." - Nikki said in a soft voice and leaned towards Katie to kiss her. Katie smiled, said - "Thank you." - and closed her eyes, as they kissed gently but deeply. Katie, feeling she was ready, pulled her hands away from her womanhood, took Nikki's right hand and placed it on the top of her mound, where a soft patch of pubic hair was growing. --- Nikki got Katie's message, and slowly started to move her hand lower. Katie opened her legs to give her access to a place her sister's hand never touched before. It took all her power to control her excitement. "Gently, please." - Katie said between kisses and Nikki's touch grew lighter, now barely touching Katie with her fingertips. She made a circle around the sensitive area on the top. Katie moaned as Nikki slid her fingers lower, along Katie's soft and smooth lips, then slowly back up. Nikki wanted to look down there, experience everything from up close. But she felt Katie would be embarrassed by that. She also wanted to watch Katie's beautiful expressions while receiving pleasure. She was a little surprised she immediately knew her way around down there even without looking. She felt the shape of Katie's pussy was almost exactly the same as her own. And this position put Nikki in a very similar position to when she was masturbating, so she was trained at what she had to do. Katie closed her eyes. Nikki's experience was showing and Katie's soft moans came regularly now, as she closed her eyes and lost herself in her sister's stimulation. Nikki moved her mouth towards Katie's neck, giving her soft pecks while massaging Katie's most sensitive areas. She extended her middle finger, gently rubbing it along Katie's slit and wetting her finger with the moisture which was collecting between her lips. She coated Katie's lips with the moisture, allowing her to slide her whole fingers along the surface of Katie's wet pussy with little resistance. The only sounds in the room were Katie's soft moans, Nikki's kisses and the wet contact her hand was making in her sister's nether regions. --- "Hmmm-yes." - Katie moaned from the pleasure brought by this sexual massage. Nikki's fingers slowly opened her lips with a soft wet sound. Katie felt cold air enter her slit, her wetness flowing out of it, down to her bottom. "Sorry, I'm making a mess." - Katie said quietly. "Shh." - Nikki said between kisses - "You're not making a mess. I'm happy that you're so excited." Nikki's middle finger gently lied down between the lips in Katie's wet slit and after a few seconds started to move up and down too. With each slide, Nikki's finger was slowly sinking deeper and deeper into Katie. Soon Katie was gripping it between her tight inner lips and Nikki was gently pushing it against her vaginal opening. Katie opened her eyes and touched Nikki's shoulder with one of her hands. When Nikki stopped kissing her neck and looked into Katie's eyes, Katie slowly shook her head from side to side, saying -- "Please." She didn't have much experience and felt it might be uncomfortable if Nikki entered her. She wasn't ready for it. Nikki nodded in understanding and stopped pushing at Katie's opening, instead continuing to slide along her slit, wetting it with Katie's juices. Slowly she brought the wetness up, where her lips met. When it was wet enough Nikki's finger drew back the hood of her clitoris and touched it. Katie's body jolted up as she opened her eyes again and drew a sharp breath. "Sorry." - Nikki whispered. "No, it's OK." - Katie replied and closed her eyes and relaxed again - "Go on please, gently." Nikki started moving her middle finger again. Katie put her left hand into Nikki's hair, stroking it with her fingers and saying - "Yes, Nikki." - as her sister gently massaged the area around her clitoris. Then Nikki centered onto the hood, tugging it around in little circles, but taking care not to draw it back as Katie started moaning again - "This is so nice." Katie sensed that her sister was a passionate, but gentle lover. She made love carefully, gently and without rushing things. Katie couldn't tell how long these beautiful moments lasted, but soon she felt inside she wanted to feel more stimulation and more of this pleasure - "I love you .. more, please." - she pleaded in a whispering voice. Nikki knew what Katie meant and again gently drew back the hood of Katie's clit with one finger and holding this position for a moment. She felt Nikki's breath on her face and understood Nikki was watching her, waiting for her approval. She looked up, nodded her head and hummed a yes and Nikki touched her clit with a moist finger. Again Katie's body jolted up as in shock, almost banging into Nikki's head. "I'm sorry Katie, I didn't want to hurt you." - Nikki apologized again, looking into Katie's eyes. She released the hood, instead cupping Katie's pussy gently to keep it warm. "No, I'm sorry Nikki. I mean, it feels so good and I want you to touch it, but it's just too sensitive and I can't take it.." - then her face grimaced and tears started forming in her eyes. She covered her face with her hands and started crying silently. --- "What is it, Katie?" - Nikki asked, concerned. She saw her sister's distress and knew the love session was over. She removed her hand from between Katie's closing legs. She quickly took the blanket and covered Katie's lower body, then returned to look into her eyes. "Did I do it wrong?" - she asked. With her left hand, Nikki removed stray hair from Katie's face when her sister uncovered her face, she placed her left hand on her cheek. She was still kneeling on the carpet, but wanted to be close to Katherine now. She threw her hair to one side so it wouldn't fall into Katie's face and leaned over her. She supported her weight on her right hand on the sofa next to Katie's chest. She wanted to hold and comfort Katie with both of her hands, but didn't want to unsettle Katie with her 'dirty' hand too close to Katie's face. Katie shook her head in response, then gently pushing Nikki back, sitting up on the sofa and crying - "No, everything you did was great, it's me." - she continued between sobs - "I always have this problem. Even when I'm touching myself, it's too sensitive, and I can never come." "And now I'm ruining our first time." - she said and realizing that, she started crying even harder. Nikki, still kneeling at the end of the sofa, looked at her crying sister's naked backside, shaking with each sob. She looked so fragile. But she knew Katie and she knew what she had to do. She crawled up on the sofa and approached her sister from behind, gently hugging her shoulders. Katie immediately turned around to face her sister and hugged her tightly, crying - "Please, please don't leave me sis." "I will never leave you, Katie. I love you more than anything." - Nikki replied. She tried to soothe her crying sister, but meant every word. "I love you too." - the crying girl replied and held her close. "You've done nothing wrong Katie, nothing at all. The orgasm isn't so important. The important thing is that we love each other and that we are together, right?" "Then you're not angry with me?" - Katie asked in a tiny voice, her sobs already retreating. "No, how could I ever be angry at you, Katie." - Nikki replied, stroking Katie's head and added - "Actually, I think I didn't experience that either until I was older than you. Maybe we just need some time before we are ready for these things. But that doesn't mean we can't be together." "I want us to be together, Nikki." - Katie said, only occasionally sobbing. "I want that too." - Nikki replied, feeling the warmth between their half naked bodies. "Add I think I deed a tissue again." - Katie whispered, words warped from the full nose. "Sure love, just relax, I'll get it." - Nikki responded, laying down Katie and covering her up. She quickly got into her top and, seeing the box on the table is empty, ran off to the closet to get new ones. When she found some and got back, she found Katie sitting up, back in her pajamas, hunched in the blanked. "Here you go." - she said as she handed her sister a tissue and laid the box next to her. "Thank you." - Katie replied and blew her nose, while her sister sat to her right stroking her back with her left hand. Then Katie added - "And thank you for being so cool about this." "Not at all, sis." - Nikki replied. Katie hugged her sister again, putting her head on Nikki's shoulder. Nikki looked at the clock. It was half past midnight. 'Katie must be tired.' - she thought and she felt her own eyelids drooping too. They needed rest. "Let's go to sleep, 'kay?" - she whispered to Katie. "Hmm." - Katie hummed, already half asleep. "Come on." - Nikki said, standing up and helping her sister. She turned off the TV and hand in hand, led her to Katie's room. Nikki laid her sister down on her bed and covered her up, giving her a goodnight kiss on her lips. "Please stay." - Katie whispered, eyes closed. Nikki was only happy to - "I'll just turn off the light." She quickly did so and slipped into Katie's bed, facing her sister. Katie immediately clamped onto her and held her close, laying her head on Nikki's shoulder. "I love you." - she whispered. "I love you too." - Nikki replied. Two minutes later, both sisters were sleeping deeply, together for the first time in their lives.
8:54:04 PM poolalan: Just checking to see if you were on line 8:57:20 PM poolalan: 8:57:40 PM littlemegan069: hey 8:57:54 PM poolalan: how you doing? 8:58:04 PM littlemegan069: doing alright 8:58:23 PM poolalan: me too, just hanging out looking at image fap 8:59:32 PM littlemegan069: cool cool.. im just chattin 8:59:56 PM poolalan: on imagefap or just here?
9:00:31 PM littlemegan069: just on here 9:00:49 PM littlemegan069: i was in chat room talking to 1 girl.. but i kinda been ignoring her lol 9:01:02 PM littlemegan069: im not on the site though.. even though i saw like new messages 9:01:29 PM poolalan: why are you ignoring the other girl? 9:01:53 PM littlemegan069: i dunno 9:02:26 PM poolalan: just not into it? 9:03:05 PM littlemegan069: ya conversation just got boring 9:03:53 PM poolalan: I don't do a whole lot of just chat 9:04:53 PM littlemegan069: oh? well im not one to rp, i dont know how to do that .. and im still lerning how to masterbate all that well 9:05:59 PM poolalan: I can try to help you masturbate if your interested 9:06:17 PM littlemegan069: how can u help me ? 9:07:25 PM poolalan: well, I'm pretty good with women in person, may be I can step you through it 9:10:36 PM littlemegan069: hmm maybe 9:11:24 PM poolalan: no pressure, that doesn't help things IM Aug 31, 2012 9:45:20 PM 9:17:16 PM poolalan: Hope I didn't scare you off 9:18:49 PM littlemegan069: no not at all 9:19:10 PM poolalan: not trying to be creepy or anything 9:20:26 PM poolalan: I have to let my puppy dog out, back in a minute 9:27:29 PM littlemegan069: kk 9:27:35 PM littlemegan069: and somewhat creepy is ok 9:29:13 PM poolalan: i'm back, I'll try to be a little creepy if that helps 9:30:56 PM littlemegan069: lol 9:31:04 PM poolalan: what are wearing little girl? 9:32:17 PM littlemegan069: short jean shorts and a white tank.. and ankle socks and underwear 9:33:09 PM poolalan: tank tops are nice. Bra? what kind of underwear? 9:33:23 PM littlemegan069: no bra 9:33:35 PM poolalan: very nice 9:33:40 PM littlemegan069: and i guess just pink panties cotton panties from victoria secrets 9:33:46 PM littlemegan069: bikini cut 9:34:11 PM poolalan: are you ready to get started? 9:36:12 PM littlemegan069: i would love too 9:36:44 PM poolalan: ok, first off get comfortable 9:37:21 PM poolalan: and no distractions 9:37:33 PM littlemegan069: ok 9:37:34 PM littlemegan069: promise 9:37:47 PM poolalan: all comfy? 9:39:56 PM poolalan: you seem a little distracted, sweetness! 9:43:37 PM littlemegan069: im not i took off my shorts 9:44:04 PM poolalan: you started without me? 9:44:30 PM poolalan: you haven't started touching yourself laready have you? 9:45:09 PM littlemegan069: nope 9:45:13 PM littlemegan069: u said get comfy 9:45:18 PM littlemegan069: so i took those off 9:45:20 PM littlemegan069: sry IM Aug 31, 2012 9:59:28 PM 9:45:42 PM poolalan: it's ok, we can work around that 9:46:14 PM poolalan: alright, let's get started 9:47:04 PM poolalan: put your hands flat on your stomach and just lightly rub there for a moment 9:47:51 PM poolalan: pay attention to the may your skin feels through the fabric 9:47:56 PM littlemegan069: mmm 9:48:19 PM poolalan: do that for just a little longer 9:48:48 PM poolalan: feel what your hands are doing 9:49:10 PM poolalan: rub your belly button a little 9:49:28 PM poolalan: circle it with your fingers 9:49:40 PM littlemegan069: feels really nice 9:50:12 PM poolalan: now move your hands up to your breasts 9:50:27 PM poolalan: don't touch your nipples yet 9:50:44 PM poolalan: do you have large or small ones 9:53:00 PM littlemegan069: small 9:53:18 PM poolalan: i like small titties 9:53:44 PM poolalan: now rub your nipples through your shirt 9:54:33 PM poolalan: use the texture of the material to work for you 9:54:50 PM poolalan: are your nipples erect yet? 9:54:57 PM littlemegan069: mmm ya 9:55:40 PM poolalan: ok, slide a hand under your shirt and rub your tummy some more 9:55:59 PM poolalan: play with your tits outside your shirt with the other hand 9:56:34 PM poolalan: circle your belly button again 9:56:55 PM poolalan: how does that feel so far? 9:57:01 PM littlemegan069: amazing 9:57:24 PM poolalan: move the hand up to your tits 9:57:34 PM poolalan: no nipples yet 9:58:16 PM poolalan: ok, nipples now 9:58:48 PM poolalan: move your other hand under your shirt 9:59:01 PM poolalan: you may want to take it off 9:59:28 PM littlemegan069: ok mmmm IM Aug 31, 2012 10:15:28 PM 9:59:49 PM poolalan: takke the nipples between your thumb and forfinger and lightly pinch them 10:00:12 PM poolalan: roll them back and forth 10:00:57 PM poolalan: and that feels.... 10:02:11 PM littlemegan069: mmmm... so sexy 10:02:36 PM poolalan: you still have your panties on, right? 10:03:53 PM littlemegan069: yeah 10:04:27 PM poolalan: slide one hand slowly down to your stomach 10:04:52 PM poolalan: do the belly button thing again 10:05:08 PM poolalan: play with yours with the other hand 10:05:15 PM littlemegan069: mmmm 10:06:07 PM poolalan: do you feel wet yet? don't touch your pussy yet! 10:06:17 PM littlemegan069: i feel a little wet.. 10:06:21 PM littlemegan069: i can see a little spot 10:06:45 PM poolalan: good, I like wet 10:07:14 PM poolalan: ok, slide one hand all the way down your thigh 10:07:40 PM poolalan: pay attention to the way your skin feels under your hands 10:08:09 PM poolalan: up and down your thighs slowly 10:08:25 PM poolalan: shaved your legs lately? 10:08:43 PM littlemegan069: everything is shaved 10:08:59 PM poolalan: we like shaved 10:09:05 PM poolalan: a lot 10:09:28 PM poolalan: lightly touch the wet spot 10:09:33 PM poolalan: just a little 10:09:54 PM littlemegan069: oooo 10:10:06 PM poolalan: are you getting wetter? 10:10:18 PM poolalan: and tingly? 10:10:57 PM littlemegan069: yah 10:11:19 PM poolalan: is the spot getting bigger? 10:13:11 PM poolalan: no hands inside the panties yet, missy! 10:15:28 PM littlemegan069: ya the spot is growing IM Aug 31, 2012 10:30:02 PM 10:16:04 PM poolalan: are your fingers getting wet? 10:16:56 PM littlemegan069: yeah a little bit 10:17:25 PM poolalan: can you feel your clit through the fabric? 10:18:09 PM littlemegan069: yea, its getting pretty wet.. and it feels almost not there 10:18:48 PM poolalan: is it big or little normally 10:18:55 PM littlemegan069: little 10:19:00 PM littlemegan069: im a tiny girls 10:19:04 PM littlemegan069: girl lol 10:19:14 PM poolalan: I like tiny 10:19:38 PM poolalan: are you wet enough to open your lips through your panties? 10:20:03 PM poolalan: start at the bottom and press your finger in to part them 10:21:27 PM littlemegan069: ooo ya i can put it inside though my panties 10:21:44 PM poolalan: don't get carried away yet 10:22:15 PM poolalan: slide your finger up and down your slit slowly 10:23:04 PM poolalan: is that working for ya? 10:23:15 PM littlemegan069: mm ya 10:23:36 PM poolalan: are your panties really wet now? 10:24:58 PM littlemegan069: yeah 10:25:36 PM poolalan: slide them a put one finger in your slit 10:25:44 PM poolalan: just on the out side! 10:26:25 PM littlemegan069: omg 10:26:34 PM poolalan: slide it in just a little 10:26:38 PM poolalan: 10:27:03 PM poolalan: now pull it back out 10:27:25 PM poolalan: is your breathing heavy? 10:27:36 PM poolalan: do you really want something in there? 10:29:02 PM poolalan: in and out a little faster 10:29:03 PM littlemegan069: mm ya 10:29:38 PM poolalan: can you slide you finger all the way in? 10:30:02 PM littlemegan069: ok.. IM Aug 31, 2012 10:43:54 PM 10:30:31 PM poolalan: wiggle it around in there 10:30:39 PM poolalan: feel what in there 10:30:58 PM poolalan: how does that feel? 10:31:46 PM littlemegan069: feels really good 10:32:15 PM poolalan: slide you finder in and out 10:32:38 PM poolalan: with an up and down motion that ends rubbing you clit 10:33:03 PM littlemegan069: omg 10:33:17 PM poolalan: keep doing that 10:33:38 PM poolalan: vary the speed and depth into your pussy 10:35:20 PM poolalan: faster 10:35:56 PM poolalan: how's it going? 10:36:03 PM littlemegan069: mmmmmm 10:36:27 PM poolalan: is this working better that what you've been doing? 10:37:12 PM littlemegan069: its working i think 10:38:06 PM poolalan: deeper 10:38:51 PM littlemegan069: mmmmmmm 10:39:15 PM poolalan: concentrate on your clit 10:39:39 PM poolalan: work your clit with one hand 10:40:03 PM poolalan: how many fingers are you putting in? 10:40:42 PM littlemegan069: 1 10:40:59 PM poolalan: can you get 2 in there? 10:41:27 PM littlemegan069: um.. dont know might hurt 10:41:29 PM littlemegan069: ill try 10:41:45 PM poolalan: don't hurt yourslef! 10:42:22 PM littlemegan069: oo.. ya too tight 10:42:42 PM poolalan: I like tight 10:43:04 PM littlemegan069: this is the first thing that ever went inside me 10:43:16 PM poolalan: work you clit with one hand and slide a finger in with your other 10:43:24 PM poolalan: that might work better 10:43:54 PM littlemegan069: ok IM Aug 31, 2012 10:59:59 PM 10:44:58 PM poolalan: are you close to cumming yet? 10:45:05 PM poolalan: I am 10:46:39 PM poolalan: if I was there, I'd have my tongue deep in your pussy 10:47:09 PM littlemegan069: im close .. i feel it really tingly 10:48:07 PM poolalan: keep working it 10:49:36 PM poolalan: faster 10:50:18 PM littlemegan069: mmmmm 10:50:35 PM poolalan: close? 10:51:08 PM littlemegan069: ya im shaking 10:51:10 PM littlemegan069: .... sooo close 10:51:23 PM poolalan: keep going 10:51:43 PM poolalan: I'd lick your clit for you 10:51:58 PM poolalan: take it all the way in my mouth and tongue it 10:52:53 PM littlemegan069: mmmmm 10:53:40 PM poolalan: I KNOW I could make you cum with my tongue! 10:54:20 PM littlemegan069: mmmmm 10:54:49 PM poolalan: deep inside 10:54:57 PM littlemegan069: mmmm 10:55:12 PM poolalan: I bet you taste really ffod 10:55:15 PM poolalan: good 10:55:46 PM littlemegan069: 10:55:46 PM poolalan: have you tried licking and sucking you finger while palying with yourself? 10:55:53 PM littlemegan069: ill taste it after i cum 10:56:01 PM littlemegan069: mmmm ooo oo omg 10:56:18 PM poolalan: go baby go! 10:57:07 PM littlemegan069: omg.. im cumming ! 10:57:21 PM poolalan: awesome! 10:57:45 PM poolalan: let me know when you're through shaking 10:59:40 PM littlemegan069: oooohh my god 10:59:59 PM poolalan: IM Aug 31, 2012 11:15:01 PM 11:01:12 PM poolalan: I just shot my load!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 11:02:11 PM littlemegan069: mmmmm 11:02:14 PM littlemegan069: me too lol 11:02:39 PM poolalan: and what did you think? 11:03:57 PM littlemegan069: i love it 11:04:00 PM littlemegan069: mmm im still shaking 11:04:26 PM poolalan: told you I could help 11:06:10 PM littlemegan069: mmm yah 11:06:48 PM poolalan: Who's laura? the one in your status message 11:07:14 PM littlemegan069: my cousin 11:07:15 PM littlemegan069: 11:07:34 PM poolalan: thought you might be crushing on her 11:07:41 PM littlemegan069: i LOVE her 11:07:47 PM littlemegan069: and yes crushing on her bigtime 11:08:04 PM littlemegan069: and she is coming over cause she is going to teach me to masterbate .. and im sooo going to make a move 11:08:14 PM littlemegan069: i want to date her and fuck her 11:08:35 PM poolalan: omg I'm gonna have to jack off again 11:08:42 PM poolalan: that is so hot 11:09:19 PM poolalan: I want to watch you fuck her! 11:09:25 PM littlemegan069: mmm ya 11:10:00 PM poolalan: I could even help if you'd let me 11:10:31 PM littlemegan069: hehe 11:11:07 PM poolalan: did you taste you tingers when you were done? 11:12:02 PM littlemegan069: mm yeah 11:12:26 PM poolalan: ok, I just came again with that one 11:13:15 PM poolalan: you know the stuff I told you to do to yourself works on on other chicks, too 11:14:22 PM littlemegan069: mmm ok 11:14:46 PM poolalan: might help with laura. 11:14:59 PM poolalan: go slow and pay attention to detail 11:15:01 PM littlemegan069: ya IM Aug 31, 2012 11:22:55 PM 11:15:06 PM littlemegan069: i will 11:15:14 PM poolalan: that'll get you laid everytime 11:15:36 PM poolalan: mr. puppy dog need to go out again 11:15:56 PM poolalan: I'll guess I'll talk to you later. 11:16:10 PM poolalan: email and let me know what happens with laura 11:16:14 PM littlemegan069: hehe 11:16:14 PM littlemegan069: ok 11:16:18 PM littlemegan069: ill talk to you later 11:16:39 PM poolalan: take a picture of your went panties and send them to me 11:16:50 PM poolalan: creepy enough? 11:19:41 PM littlemegan069: hehe 11:19:43 PM littlemegan069: um.. ya 11:19:56 PM littlemegan069: that is way so creepy i almost did it lol 11:19:59 PM littlemegan069: hehe 11:22:31 PM littlemegan069: 11:22:44 PM littlemegan069: but its ok maybe next time i will lol 11:22:55 PM littlemegan069: cause pervs are fun IM Sep 1, 2012 12:52:03 AM 12:34:17 AM poolalan: actually pics of the wet panties on you would be better 12:37:02 AM littlemegan069: lol 12:38:13 AM poolalan: laura there yet? 12:39:06 AM littlemegan069: no she running late 12:39:54 AM poolalan: tell me about being paid for had/foot job I saw in your profile 12:41:14 AM littlemegan069: ya .. it was 2 guys.. we were playing truth or dare.. and i said no.. they paid me to do it 12:41:15 AM littlemegan069: lol 12:41:25 AM littlemegan069: so i popped his pants down and jerked him off 12:41:41 AM littlemegan069: then the other guy i used my feet on the other guy .. cause he asked me too he came on my little socks 12:42:05 AM poolalan: did that do anythning for you? 12:42:12 AM poolalan: I like the sock part 12:45:44 AM littlemegan069: 12:45:46 AM littlemegan069: ya it was kinda hot 12:45:50 AM littlemegan069: i love cum on my sock 12:46:12 AM poolalan: a budding fetish queen 12:46:41 AM poolalan: I think I would asked for a blow job instead 12:48:45 AM littlemegan069: lol i wouldnt i dont think lol 12:48:48 AM littlemegan069: i dunno 12:49:28 AM poolalan: really? just him or in general 12:51:28 AM littlemegan069: just him.. at the time 12:52:03 AM poolalan: change your mind about him? IM Sep 1, 2012 1:16:47 AM 12:56:37 AM littlemegan069: no 12:56:42 AM littlemegan069: just wasnt ready at the time 12:58:03 AM poolalan: so never had sex with a guy, but you want to fuck laura, interesting 12:59:33 AM littlemegan069: ya i never had sex with anyone . 12:59:38 AM littlemegan069: and i want to fuck lol 1:00:31 AM poolalan: what does she look like? 1:02:38 AM littlemegan069: um.. i put up a pic on image fap 1:03:18 AM poolalan: I'll check it out 1:05:41 AM poolalan: yep, I'd do her too 1:06:12 AM littlemegan069: hehe 1:06:34 AM poolalan: i like brunettes 1:07:04 AM poolalan: and small women, never dated a girl over 5'3" 1:07:24 AM littlemegan069: thats hot 1:07:49 AM poolalan: I'm just a little under 6 ft 1:09:57 AM littlemegan069: i am 5'5 1:10:41 AM poolalan: I'd probably make an exception for you 1:10:54 AM poolalan: I know I can make you cum 1:12:12 AM littlemegan069: 1:12:49 AM poolalan: so what's your plan for making the move on laura 1:13:37 AM littlemegan069: oh when she goes to show me how to masterbate.. im going to reach in and kiss her hard on the lips 1:13:40 AM littlemegan069: im not being subtle 1:14:25 AM poolalan: bold, I like it! 1:14:44 AM poolalan: so how did you come up with a masturbation party? 1:14:57 AM poolalan: that's not something guys would do 1:15:47 AM littlemegan069: i texted her and asked her to help me 1:15:51 AM littlemegan069: cause i cant orgasim 1:16:27 AM poolalan: and she just said yes? 1:16:37 AM littlemegan069: ya 1:16:42 AM littlemegan069: she said she will drive out 1:16:47 AM littlemegan069: lol she lives kinda far away too IM Sep 1, 2012 1:21:00 AM 1:17:04 AM littlemegan069: she helped me do some things.. her and i are really close so im not suprised 1:17:30 AM poolalan: did you guys talk about it or just text 1:18:52 AM littlemegan069: just text 1:19:17 AM poolalan: hey, you should put on some lingerie 1:20:14 AM littlemegan069: i need to go.. i think shes here 1:20:18 AM littlemegan069: ttyl 1:21:00 AM poolalan: good luck, let me know what happens. I'm going to jack off while I'm think about you two IM Sep 1, 2012 4:03:00 AM 3:49:39 AM littlemegan069: r u up 3:50:00 AM littlemegan069: she is still here and taking a shower .. we had alot of fun .. and um.. i asked her out she said yes!! 3:50:15 AM poolalan: awesome! 3:50:23 AM poolalan: did you make your move? 3:50:36 AM littlemegan069: ya i did 3:50:46 AM littlemegan069: thats how she and i are dating now hehe 3:51:03 AM poolalan: did you orgasm? 3:51:16 AM littlemegan069: yea a few times 3:51:17 AM littlemegan069: 3:51:34 AM poolalan: wow! that's so hot 3:51:50 AM poolalan: what about her? did you make her cum? 3:54:22 AM poolalan: and why aren't you in the shower with her 3:54:37 AM littlemegan069: i made her cum too alot 3:54:42 AM littlemegan069: she i think is tired hehe 3:54:52 AM littlemegan069: i asked her she was like um.. maybe after the shower we can cuddle 3:55:10 AM poolalan: way to go! 3:55:21 AM poolalan: did my advice help? 3:57:48 AM littlemegan069: ya 3:58:10 AM poolalan: ok time to spill it 3:58:21 AM littlemegan069: hehe oh ?? whats that 3:58:29 AM poolalan: did you get oral on her, or just use your fingers? 3:59:15 AM littlemegan069: well she brought toys 3:59:24 AM littlemegan069: and yes we both did oral 3:59:40 AM poolalan: you're killing me! 3:59:56 AM poolalan: eating pussy is wonderful isn't it? 4:01:23 AM littlemegan069: mm yeah 4:01:28 AM littlemegan069: it tasted really good 4:01:44 AM poolalan: yes it does 4:02:42 AM poolalan: and I really love to finger chicks through their panties and pantyhose 4:03:00 AM poolalan: did you get any of that action or were you both naked already? IM Sep 1, 2012 4:24:42 AM 4:05:37 AM littlemegan069: i fingered her through her panteis as she showed me how to use a dildo 4:05:41 AM littlemegan069: thats how i got her into it 4:06:09 AM littlemegan069: she just fell onto me and just started moaning 4:06:15 AM poolalan: is that an awesome feeling? 4:06:22 AM littlemegan069: mmm yeah 4:06:42 AM poolalan: did you put on new panties, or did wear the ones you came in with me? 4:06:58 AM littlemegan069: i didnt wear any for her 4:07:19 AM littlemegan069: i put on my shortest skirt and no panties 4:10:31 AM poolalan: I love that, skirts with no panties 4:11:30 AM poolalan: is she still in the shower? 4:12:18 AM littlemegan069: she is turning it off now . and drying off 4:12:46 AM poolalan: she may need help with that 4:13:28 AM poolalan: you girls are going to make me jack off again 4:13:51 AM littlemegan069: lol 4:14:08 AM poolalan: I'm serious! 4:14:18 AM poolalan: this is so hot! 4:15:08 AM littlemegan069: hehe ohhh here she comes 4:15:16 AM littlemegan069: mmm she looks good in a towel 4:17:28 AM poolalan: most women do 4:17:40 AM poolalan: give her a kiss for me 4:18:16 AM littlemegan069: ok 4:24:25 AM poolalan: and maybe slide in a finger for me? 4:24:34 AM littlemegan069: mmm 4:24:40 AM littlemegan069: heeh ill do that when we go to be 4:24:42 AM littlemegan069: bed IM Sep 1, 2012 4:29:26 AM 4:26:21 AM poolalan: I'll leave you girls alone now 4:26:41 AM poolalan: have fun and let me know how the rest of the night goes 4:26:44 AM littlemegan069: hehe ok 4:26:58 AM poolalan: maybe I can give you more advice 4:29:26 AM littlemegan069: ok
Ashley stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and studied her hair. She had teased the top, brought some of it forward in bangs and pulled the rest of the long, blond, straight tresses into a high pony tail on one side of her head. She shrugged. It'd look cool if I could wear make up, she thought. She picked up some clear gloss, all the makeup she was allowed to wear, and applied a thick coat to her full mouth. Her mother was just unreasonable, the 12-year-old thought. It's just makeup. It's not like I asked for a month's supply of condoms, she grumbled to herself, not sure of how many that would be. She glanced at her outfit, a snugly fitted mint green t-shirt with a patchwork heart that matched her short skirt. Her slender legs were bare, as were her feet on which she wore flat-heeled sandals. She shrugged again. One more year, she thought. I'll be 13 and in junior high and I'm wearing makeup. I don't care what my mother says. I'm not a child. She picked up her Pooh Bear back pack and slipped it on before leaving her room. Ashley walked downstairs and into the living room, where her father sat watching a football game. "Daddy. Where's Mom?" Ashley asked.
"I guess she's still getting ready," he answered, not looking up. "What's taking her so long?" Ashley asked, moving closer to the television. Her father shrugged. "You know how you women are." "Well, it didn't take me very long," Ashley defended herself, stepping directly in front of the television. "Of course, I didn't put on any makeup. That's probably what she's doing." "She?" Her father asked, looking up at this daughter for the first time. "If I hear you use that tone of voice again when referring to your mother, you'll be wearing makeup on your bottom to cover the red from my hand." "I should be allowed to wear makeup on my face, Daddy. I'm old enough. Tell her, tell Mom it's okay," Ashley pouted. "It's not okay. You're just a little girl. And if you don't move away from the television set, you're going to be a little girl over Daddy's knees." Ashley stomped away and stood in the entry way, arms folded across her chest, while waiting for her mother to take her shopping. Linda, at 34, did not look old enough to have a pre-teen daughter. She walked down the staircase in snug jeans and a red t-shirt that was just loose enough to allow her full breasts to bounce. She wore minimum makeup and her honey blond hair was short and tucked under at the ends. She smiled at her pouting daughter. "I'm just going to say goodbye to Daddy and then we can go." Ashley rolled her eyes as her mother walked into the living room. When Linda returned, she cupped her daughter's face in her hands. "Are you going to be a good girl for me today?" Linda asked. Ashley rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. "Yeeeesss," she responded. Linda sighed. "Well, let's give it a try, anyway." And they left the house and drove to the mall. Ashley and her mother walked into the mall together, but once there, Ashley moved a few steps ahead. "Ashley, stay with me. Don't walk away," Linda ordered. Ashley sighed. "Does everyone in this mall have to know I'm with you? she asked. "Are you ashamed of me?" Linda asked. "Nooo. It's just that no one shops with their mother. I should be shopping with my friends. I'm not a child." "Well, just for today, let's pretend we're friends." Linda suggested. Ashley rolled her eyes and sighed. She's hopeless, the pre- teen thought. She walked alongside her mother as she looked around, hoping no one she knew would be there and see her in this humiliating circumstance. "Sweet Sixteen," Ashley said and walked into the teen boutique, her mother following her. Ashley looked through the racks of short skirts and tops. "This," she announced to her mother, holding up a short, silver lame skirt, split to the hip. "And this," she said holding up the matching tight t-shirt. "No," Linda said, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "Whyyyyy?" Ashley whined, slapping the outfit against her legs, and stamping her foot. "Because, as you well know, that is not an appropriate outfit for a young girl," Linda explained calmly, thinking even a streetwalker would be embarrassed to wear such a thing. Ashley made a disgusted sound and held the outfit at her side. "I am not a child, Mother. Besides, all of the girls at school wear outfits like this." "I'm quite sure they do not. And even if they do, you are my daughter and you are not going to wear anything like that." "Fine," Ashley said, in a tone of voice which indicated it was anything but, and put the skirt and t-shirt back on the rack. "How about this?" Linda asked, holding up a floral print mini dress, with a clip in the back. "This is cute." Ashley folded her arms across her chest and stuck out her little-girl hip. "A retarded five year old wouldn't be caught dead in that thing," Ashley decided. "You know, Ashley," Linda said as she walked towards her daughter, "we've only been in the mall for a half hour and I've already had enough of your attitude. Now, I'm warning you." Ashley put on a neutral face while her mother spoke to her. "Choose something appropriate," Linda advised her daughter. "I guess that means something she likes," Ashley muttered under her breath as she looked through the racks. She picked up a stretchy white lace, pull-over shirt that crossed over at the breasts and fit tightly at the waist. Except for a white lining at the breasts, the shirt was completely sheer. Ashley held it up to herself and liked what she saw. "This!" she advised her mother. Linda turned her head away and sighed. She looked back at her daughter. "No." Ashley threw the garment on top of the rack. Linda picked it up and hung it back on the rack. Ashley selected a pink lycra spandex dress with narrow straps, a low-cut v neck and a hem that skimmed the tops of her thighs. "Put it back, Ashley," Linda calmly told her daughter. The pre-teen shoved it back onto the rack and stomped away. "You have one last chance to choose something appropriate before I take you out of here," Linda informed her daughter. Ashley picked up a solid-colored mini dress in exactly the same style as the one her mother had chosen. "I guess this is cool," Ashley pretended nonchalance, having already fallen in love with the royal blue dress. Linda a bit her tongue and agreed to the dress. She then suggested they go into one of the department stores to buy Ashley some panties. Once in the lingerie department, Ashley picked up and touched every silk and satin pair of thong and bikini panties she saw. Linda looked through packages of thick, soft cotton underpants, some in solid colors, some with small flowers, others with dancing ballerinas and baby dolls. She chose one package of solid, pastel colors and one with kittens and one teddy bears and called Ashley to her. "I think these will do," Linda showed the packages to Ashley. Ashley looked at the childish panties and shook her head unbelievingly. "I'm not wearing those!" Ashley exclaimed, stepping away. She folded her arms across her chest. "Those are for babies!" she stamped her foot. "I want the silk bikini onnnnes," She whined. Linda walked over to her daughter and stood behind her. She placed an arm around the pre-teen's waist and whispered in her ear. "Silk panties are for grown up girls to wear. Girls who know how to behave themselves. Girls who know how to walk with their Moms and be nice to them," she explained. "Cotton panties are for naughty little girls who don't behave. Who are rude to their mommies, and must have their little bare bottoms spanked. Now, you have been a very naughty little girl today, Ashley, and I'm buying these underpants for you to wear when you get spanked. We are going to leave here, right after I buy these panties, and I am going to take you home. When we get there, I am going to take you upstairs to my bedroom. You are going to put on a pair of these naughty little girl underpants. Then I am going to turn you over my knee. I'm going to turn up your little skirt. I'm going to pull down your new cotton panties, pull them all of the way down to your knees, and then Mommy is going to spank your chubby little bottom very hard," Linda promised her daughter. "If you continue to misbehave while we are in this mall," Linda said, as she put her hand under Ashley's skirt and onto the pre- teen's pantied bottom, "I will take you into the women's lounge and I will turn you over my knee, in front of whomever happens to be in there," Linda continued, patting Ashley's pantied bottom, "and I will pull your panties down so that everyone can see your pudgy bare bottom, and I will spank you, just as hard and for just as long as I would at home. Would you like to get spanked in front of the women in this store?" Linda asked. "No," Ashley conceded in a whisper, her face in a pink blush. "Well, then, do you have something nice to say to me?" "Sorry," Ashley mumbled. "I don't think that's nearly enough," Linda said and she slapped her pre-teen's pantied chubs. "Ow!" Ashley jumped and blushed a deeper hue. "I'm sorry," "A little more, I think," Linda decided, holding her daughter's skirt up and slapping the plump cheeks again. "Ow! I'm sorry, Mom. I'll be good," Ashley promised, looking around the store. "Not good enough, Ashley. You know what I want to hear. Maybe another spank, this time with your panties down." "No! No! Please. I'm sorry I was naughty, Mommy. I'll be a good girl." "That's more like it," Linda said, patting her daughter's bottom. "I'll buy these underpants and then we'll go home. And don't think I'm not going to spank you when we get there. I am going to spank you and I might even tell Daddy what happened and he'll spank you, too. It's been a long time since Daddy has spanked your little bottom." "Not Daddy, no, please!" Ashley begged, remembering the warning she had received from her father just a couple of hours ago. "I'm really sorry, Mommy." "Well, we'll see," Linda whispered, letting her daughter's skirt fall back into place and removing her hand from the pre- teen's bottom. Linda took the little-girl underpants to the cashier. "Oh! These are just darling! The saleswoman enthused. Some little girl is going to be very happy with these. Look at these kittens! And the bears!" she exclaimed while ringing them up on her cash register. "Yes, aren't they cute? Linda agreed, putting her arm around Ashley's shoulders. They're for my little girl here. She just loves them. Don't you sweetie?" Linda asked. Ashley, her face red, nodded. The saleswoman seemed surprised. Linda shrugged. "She's still mommy's little girl. Aren't you, baby?" Ashley looked down and nodded again. "Look at the lady, Ashley," Linda demanded. Ashley lifted her blushing face to the smiling saleswoman. "Yes," she said, nodding. Linda put her hand on Ashley's bottom. "Yes, 'what', baby?" "Yes, I'm still mommy's little girl," Ashley squeaked. Linda kissed her daughter's cheek. "That's just so sweet! To see a mother and her daughter so close," The saleswoman said happily. When Linda and Ashley arrived home, Linda handed the package containing Ashley's new underpants to her daughter. "Show Daddy your new panties, Ashley." Ashley was stunned. "Why?" "When you were a little girl, you were always eager to show Daddy your new panties. Today, you behaved like a naughty little girl, so, show them to Daddy." "Mommy, please don't make me," Ashley begged. "March," Linda ordered. Ashley walked slowly into the living room where her father still sat watching football. "Look, Daddy," Ashley murmured as she held up a package of the childish underpants. "I have new panties." Her father looked up and smiled. He held his hand out to his daughter. "Give them to me. Let me see." Ashley handed the cotton panties to her father. "Oooh! Kittens. And bears. Wow!" her father teased. "Someone must have been a very naughty girl today," he said seriously. Ashley nodded, not daring to look at her father. "Is Mommy going to spank you?" "Yes," Ashley choked back a sob. "Good. When she's through, maybe I'll take a turn," he mused. "Linda? If she isn't properly respectful after you've spanked her, bring her down to me." "Don't worry, honey, I think our little girl will be very well behaved after I've finished with her. Come on, Ashley. " Ashley walked out of the living room carrying her new panties. Linda held out her hand and Ashley took it. The two walked upstairs together to Linda's bedroom and over to the bed Ashley's parents shared. "What will it be, Ashley?" Linda asked. "Kitties or bears?" "Kitties," Ashley whispered. "Okay," Linda took out a pair of cotton underpants with frolicking kittens on them. "Take your panties off, Ashley." Ashley reached up under her skirt and slipped her pink nylon panties down her bottom, past her thighs to her ankles and stepped out of them. "Pick them up, Ashley, fold them neatly and put them on Mommy's nightstand." Ashley obeyed her mother. "Take your shoes off, Ashley," Linda instructed her daughter. Ashley sat on the bed and brought her foot up to the edge of the mattress. She unbuckled her sandal and slipped it off. She looked dejectedly at the clear nailpolish on her toes. She was not allowed to wear a color yet. She brought her other foot up to the bed and unbuckled her sandal and slipped it off. She stood in front of her mother. Linda held out the cotton underpants with the kittens on them. "Step into these," Linda ordered her daughter. Ashley stepped into the panties and Linda pulled them all of the way up. "Look in the mirror, Ashley. Look at your new panties." Ashley turned to face her mother's dresser with the large mirror above it. She lifted her skirt and looked at the kittens chasing balls of brightly colored yarn. Linda watched her daughter. The girl had not yet developed hips. She had no waist and her tummy was small and round, just like a child's. Her bottom, also like a child's, was small, full, high and firm. "All right, young lady, come here. It's time for your spanking," Linda gestured to her daughter. Ashley stood next to her mother. Linda put her arm around her daughter's waist and lowered her over her lap. She lifted the short patchwork, knit skirt up to the pre-teen's waist. The kittens on Ashley's underpants were stretched until their color faded across the pre-teen's chubby cheeks. Linda patted her daughter's pudgy bottom. "I'm going to start your spanking over your cute little panties," Linda informed her daughter. She raised her hand and spanked one pantied cheek, raised her hand again and brought it down onto the other cheek. She spanked each cheek quickly and heartily with muffled claps. Ashley uttered quick "ows", jumped and clenched her bottom cheeks with every swat. Linda slapped her hand down again on the roundest, highest part of one cheek. The spanks were not too hard yet. These were quick slaps that caused only a light sting on Ashley's pantied bottom. Linda spanked the other cheek in the same fashion and watched the plump chubs jiggle. "You know better than to be rude to Mommy, don't you, Ashley?" Linda asked as she spanked each cotton-covered cheek. "Ow! Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry." "I took you out shopping to buy the things you wanted and you wouldn't even walk with me," Linda scolded, spanking the chubby targets harder now. "Ow! I'm sorry." Ashley jumped and cried out. "You were sassy and disobedient," Linda chided. "You threw tantrums each time you didn't get some trashy outfit you wanted," Linda began to spank harder as she remembered her daughter's tirades at the mall. "Ow! Ow! I'm sorry. Ow! I won't do it again," Ashley promised. "I'm going to see to that, little girl," Linda vowed as she grasped the waistband of the underpants. She pulled and tugged the snug cotton panties down over her daughter's chubby bottom. "Lift up, Ashley, so Mommy can get your panties all of the way down." Ashley blushed and lifted and felt her panties sliding down her thighs to her knees. "I'm going to spank your bare little bottom good and hard, young lady," Linda assured her daughter. Linda spanked up the side of one cheek and down again in solid smacks. Ashley clamped her teeth together and clenched her bottom, but it did not keep her from bellowing. Linda turned to the other chub and gave it the same biting treatment. "Do you think you're too grown up to be spanked, Ashley?" Linda asked. Ashley hesitated. Yes, she thought she was but knew that answer would only make this spanking harder and last longer. SPANK! SPANK! "Owwww!" "I asked you a question, young lady. Answer me!" Linda insisted. "No. I'm not too grown up," Ashley shrieked. SPANK! SPANK! "Owww!" " Not too grown up for what?" Linda asked as she spanked. "Owww! Not too grown up for a spankiiiiing" Ashley cried. Spank! Smack! "Owww!" "And you never will be, Ashley. Mommy will always spank you when you are naughty," Linda promised. Linda began slapping the underside of her daughter's bottom and worked her way up the tender target with stinging claps. "Owwww! Pleeeeease, stooooop, Mommyyyyy," Ashley sobbed. "I'll never do it agaaaaaain. I'm sorrrrryyyyy!" The pre-teen cried. "When you've been well spanked for your naughty behavior today, I'll stop," Linda informed her daughter as she continued to strike the chubby plums with her strong hands. Ashley shrieked and wiggled her burning buns. SMACK! SPANK! SWAT! in brisk succession, the reverberating claps landed and Ashley's wailing filled the room. SPANK! SLAP! WHACK! Linda's hand traveled in hearty slaps down her daughter's glowing bottom up and over the arch and back to the girl's upper thighs, where she again struck the delicate skin. "Owwww! Ohhhhh! Owww!" Ashley thrashed her legs and pounded her fists. Linda ignored her daughter's childish display and kept on spanking the plump, upturned bottom. "Owww! Please don't spank me anymore, Mommyyyyy! I promise to be gooooood," Ashley screeched between spanks and sobs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Ashley's fleshy mounds were crimson. She thrashed and kicked, her little toes swinging through the air as she sobbed and howled. Linda began a long repetition of the forceful smacks she had already landed on both of her daughter's red and sassy cheeks. She began in the well padded middle, spanked up to the pre-teen's dimples and back down the tender bottom to the part that curved under at the top of her thighs. "Owwww! Nooooo! Ooooooh! Noooo mooorrre pleeeeease, Mommyyyyy!" Ashley pleaded through her sobs, as a fire raged across her chubby buns, before beginning a continuous howl and flailing her legs. "Owww!" She cried in long, loud wails until her lungs were empty. Linda spanked down her daughter's bottom until she again reached the pre-teen's thighs. She spanked while she searched for a patch of ivory skin. When she found it, she spanked it until it glowed like the rest of the girl's bottom. And then she spanked all of the red, squirming chubs again. "Owww!" the pre-teen shrieked. "Owww!" "I'm going to give you ten more; five on each of your little chubs," Linda informed her daughter. She raised her hand and slapped it down on one burning cheek five times and then turned to the other while Ashley continued shrieking and flailing her legs. "All right, Ashley. That's all for this time. Do you think you can be a good girl for Mommy?" "Yeeeeesss," Ashley wailed, her bottom throbbing with heat. Linda helped her daughter off of her lap and stood the pre- teen in front of her. She reached around and stroked her daughter's fiery buns. Ashley put her arms around her mother's neck. "I know that was a hard spanking, baby, and I hope I don't have to spank you ever again. But if you are naughty, I will spank you. And Daddy will spank you. We have to teach you to be a good girl. We want everyone to love you as much as we do, but if you're not properly disciplined, no one will. Understand?" "Yes, Mommy," Ashley murmured, her tears subsiding. "That's my baby." Linda kissed her daughter's tear-stained cheeks. "Now, there's one more thing we still have to do." "What," Ashley asked. "Corner time. I'm going to take you downstairs and stand you in the corner of the living room." "In front of Daddy?" an incredulous Ashley asked. "Yes," Linda nodded. "In front of Daddy, with your skirt up and your little cotton panties down and your chubby red bottom on display. For a half hour." "Oh, Mommy. Not in front of Daddy, please," Ashley begged. "In front of Daddy," Linda confirmed. "If you're going to disobey me, or be naughty again, Daddy's going to spank you. And then you are still going to stand bare bottomed in the corner." Ashley cried fresh tears but gave no further resistance. Linda pulled her daughter's panties up, took her hand and led her downstairs, into the living room, past her approving father, and into the corner next to the television, her bare toes pointing to the wall. Linda tucked her daughter's skirt into its waistband and pulled the snug little cotton underpants down to the top of the pre-teen's thighs. Ashley's shoulders heaved with an occasional sob and she whimpered softly as she stood there. Linda sat down on the couch next to her husband and stared the red, bare, chubby bottom of her daughter. Now that's my litle girl, she thought with a satisfied smile.
Chapter 1: Kate fidgeted in her seat, she had never worn a skirt this short to school before and her decision to also wear her new black g string meant that she could constantly feel the hard plastic of her chair against her soft, white thighs. She snaked a hand down from her desk and tried to pull her skirt down to cover her legs a little more, but it was a futile effort as there was no more material there. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed how high the short plaid garment had risen, she had blushed when she realised she had been flashing so much leg after she sat down that you could almost see the waist of her panties, but the rest of her class seemed to be engrossed in the work in front of them. She looked towards the front of the class and was shocked when she noticed Mr McDermott was staring straight between her legs. Kate blushed again when she realised that her legs were parted slightly and wondered if her teacher could see her panties, she felt herself starting to dampen as she imagined what he might think if he saw the flimsy scrap of lace that was covering the pussy she had shaved the night before. Kate snapped her legs closed as she realised what she was doing and saw Mr McDermott's gaze rise to meet her's. Kate held it for as long as she could before she slowly started to let her knees drift apart again, she could see a gleam in her teacher's eye that sent a shiver down her spine to discharge between her leg's and she was suddenly worried that she was sitting to far back in class for him to get an adequate view. She picked up her pen and started to idly draw in the margins of her paper while her other hand drifted down and inched the front of her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, there was no way he could avoid seeing her panties now. Kate smiled to herself when she saw Mr McDermott nod slightly at her, then he inclined his head meaningfully at the book in front of him and looked around the class. Kate looked around again, quickly, before bending her head over her book and continuing to work out the problems in front of her, though her gaze kept drifting back to her teacher to see if he was still paying her any attention. She let her free hand drift back down to her lap and her finger traced small figure eight patterns on the front of her panties while she did her work and shivered when she felt how wet her panties had become, Kate looked back to the front of the room and was gratified to see that Mr McDermott seemed to be focused on the path of her finger. Kate jumped and tugged her skirt back down when she felt a tap on her shoulder, surely the girl behind her couldn't have seen what she was doing. The tap came again, then Kate felt something being pushed into her lower back. Kate reached her hand behind her and withdrew it when she felt a piece of paper being dropped into it. She unfolded the note and read the scrawled message inside. 'Hey Babe, my older brother bought me some beers and my parents aren't home tonight. Wanna party? J' Underneath the message was a crude drawing of a girl, on her knees, sucking someone's dick. She turned to see her boyfriend, Jason, sitting a few rows behind her, he seemed to be doing his work but he looked up as soon as she turned. Kate wondered if he had seen her flashing their teacher, but he just raised an eyebrow and she nodded excitedly, the last time they had got drunk and she had given him head she had rubbed herself to an intense orgasm before he had cum on her face, she had felt so slutty and it was the first time she had orgasmed with someone else, even if he hadn't put his cock in her. She looked back towards the front of the class and gave a naughty grin to Mr McDermott as she spread her lags again and lifted the front of her skirt for him to see, she wondered if he could guess at what she was thinking, of the naughty things she was planning this evening when she got out of school. Kate pulled her skirt down again as the bell rang to dismiss the class and started to pack her things away as her classmates began to chatter amongst themselves. She stood up and glanced behind her to make sure Jason was looking, then bent over at the waist to and took a long time putting her books into her bag, she could feel her skirt edge up and the hint of a breeze on her bare cheeks. "Kate, I'll see you after class." She stood up quickly when Mr McDermott's voice cut through the noise of the classroom, his annoucement had killed the conversation in the room and Kate looked about as the classroom quickly emptied. As Jason left, he looked back at her and mouthed the words 'lunch time', before winking and disappearing into the corridor. Kate looked about the room that was empty but for her and her teacher and wondered if she had gone too far, she had spent most of the lesson flashing her panties that were now so wet she was sure he would be able to see the outline of her pussylips through the thin material. "Kate, I couldn't help noticing that you were having some difficulties with your uniform during the lesson. You are aware that this school has a very strict dress code, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Mr McDermott, but this was the only clean skirt I could find. I know it's probably too short, but everyone wears skirts that are shorter than the dress code." Kate tugged at the hem of her skirt as she made her plea, grinning to herself as she noticed Mr McDermott's eye's flicker down to take in the expanse of creamy white skin between her stockings and skirt. She hoped that her plan to get a better grade worked, she couldn't see any flaws in it. She would suck her teacher's cock, she liked doing that, and he would give her better marks. She had briefly considered that he might resist her, but she figured that every guy probably wanted his dick sucked and couldn't see any reason why a teacher might be different. "I wonder, Sir," Kate said in her best sexy voice, "if you might show me a little leniency?" She folded her arms and pushed them together to make her cleavage more prominent and batted her eye's at her teacher, Jason said she was irresitable when she did that. She felt a brief pang of guilt, she supposed that she was kinda cheating on him, but she had heard that he had totally made out with Barbara Gordon at Stephanie Brown's pool party, so she figured that it evened out. "No, Kate, I'm afraid that the school rules are in place for a reason. They may be bent from time to time, but they won't be broken especially in such a flagrant manner. Take this and report to Professor King's study, right now." Kate's arm's dropped to her side and her jaw dropped open in shock, she couldn't believe it! he had spent the whole lesson absolutely leering at her and now she was going to be sent to the headmaster. She reached out and took the folded piece of paper that Mr McDermott was extending to her, then went back to her desk and collected her bag before leaving the room with a stunned expression on her face. She looked at the paper in her hands and unfolded it, there was nothing sealing it closed, then read the short message that had been written on it. 'Headmaster, as you can see, Kate is dressed like a cheap slut. You should probably inspect her panties as well. McD' Kate squeezed her thighs together as she felt a rush between her legs, she always loved it when Jason talked dirty to her and seeing a written remark from a teacher referring to her in such a derogatory way made her imagine having to take home a report card that detailed what a naughty girl she was gave her an enormous thrill. She read through the note again and bit her lip in anticipation, he's suggested that the headmaster inspect her panties. She glanced around the corridor to make sure she was alone then lifted the front of her skirt and peered down, the lace was clearly soaked through and she cursed herself for not bringing a spare pair. Still, if the two teachers conferred later and discovered that she'd changed them might get her into more trouble. She smoothed her skirt down and checked again to make sure she was alone, then made her way to the headmaster's study. When she got there, she stopped and looked at Ms Lewis, Professor King's young secretary. The twenty something blonde was always dressed as if she was trying for a professional, office look. She always failed, though, her skirts were shorter than even the one Kate was wearing now, her blouses were usually sleeveless and so sheer that you could see the lace on her bra. Today she was wearing a two tone, half cup affair, Kate wasn't sure what the second colour was, but she could clearly see the black edging beneath the swell of her breasts. She cleared her throat to get the secretaries attention. "Excuse me, Ms Lewis, but Mr McDermott sent me to see the headmaster." Kate swallowed as Ms Lewis looked up from her typing and levelled an even look at her, the older women might dress like she was in a porno but she held the headmaster's ear and a certain authority in the school. Ms Lewis picked up the handset on her phone and pressed a button before speaking. "I'm sorry to bother you, Professor, but it seems that young Miss Kate has been sent to see you...Yes, Sir." Ms Lewis grinned at Kate as she put down the phone, Kate hated the way she called all the students 'Miss' this, or 'Master' that, but the rest of the teachers would just say something about how that was the way teachers used to refer to their students in the good old days and that maybe it was time for a little more nostalgia, so most of the student body had let the issue die out and simply complained about it amongst themselves. "You can go in, he's expecting you." Ms Lewis smirked at her before she went back to her typing. Kate waited a moment, but when it became clear that the secretary had nothing else to say to her she went to the door and opened it. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, then put her bag on the floor just by the doorframe. "Mr McDermott sent you to see me?" "Yes, Sir. He gave me a note." Kate walked to the desk and passed the paper to her headmaster and shifted her weight between her feet nervously while he read it. After a short time he tossed the note on his desk and looked at Kate, she felt herself flush as she knew that he was looking at her tiny skirt and silently agreeing with Mr McDermott that she was a slut. "Lift up your skirt, now." Kate didn't hesitate, his tone brokered no disobedience, her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt and tugged it up to reveal her skimpy g string. She felt heat rising in both her cheeks and her pussy as Professor King stood up and walked around her. She fixed her gaze on an imaginary spot on the wall of the study as the headmaster spent a long time behind her, was he admiring her ass or thinking that only a whore would wear such a thing. She heard him sigh behind her, then he spoke. "Young lady, I know that you are aware of the schools dress code, and I'm sure that you have read it carefully to be aware that regulation panties are white cotton only. Not only is your skirt scandolously short, your panties are virtually non existent. Do you really think this manner of dress is really appropriate for a student here?" "No, Sir." "Do you have any valid excuse to warrant dressing like a common whore?" "No, Sir." "Do you typically wear such provocative underwear?" "Sometimes, Sir, but this is the first time I've worn the to school, I promise, Sir." "Take them off." "Sir?" Kate turned her head in surprise, but quickly grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them to her feet. She stepped out of them and looked to Professor King. "Walk over to my desk and place your hands and elbows on the top." Kate walked forward and bent forward over the desk, she laid her forearms on the desk's surface and stared straight ahead. She felt the headmaster walk up behind her and nudge her feet apart with one of his, she felt her pussy twitch as she realised that he must have a wonderful view of her dripping snatch. Kate's ass felt cool as the headmaster lifted her skirt and flipped it over her back to reveal her firm cheeks, then she saw his hand drop something between her arms. Kate looked down at her sopping g string and squeeled as she felt Professor King's hand fall onto her upturned bum. "Your panties are the reason that you're being punished, so it's only proper that you should see them to remind you of why you are in this prediciment. After each spank, you will apologise and promise to do better." SMACK!! "I'm sorry headmaster, I'll be a good girl." SMACK!! "I'm sorry headmaster, I'll be a good girl." SMACK!! Kate tried to count, but lost track after twenty seven, after that she just squirmed and stared at her panties on the desk while she kept swearing she'd be good. She flexed the muscles in her ass and tried to ignore how each smack seemed to reverberate in her pussy and every time she spoke the words seemed to make her wetter. Eventually, the headmaster stopped even though Kate kept repeating her mantra. She let the words trailed off as she felt the heat radiate from her backside and imagined she could feel a trickle of moisture running down the inside of her thighs. She moaned as she felt the professor's hand on her back again and pressed her body against his touch, surely he could see how much need she was in, her pussy was leaking juice and she was panting like a bitch in heat. She felt disappointed when she felt him tuck her skirt into it's own waistband before withdrawing behind his desk where she could see him again and withdraw a thin cane from beneath his desk. "The next time you decide to make such a vulgar display of yourself, instead of a spanking you'll have six strokes of the cane. Now, there's twenty minutes left in this period, in the corner with your hands on your head. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." Kate went straight to the nearest corner and laced her fingers behind her head, she desperately wanted to rub her hands over and soothe her bottom but the threat of the cane kept them from straying. She stared at the wall, then turned her head slightly to see the headmaster out of the corner of her eye. She saw him use the cane to pick up her panties, then he dropped them in his wastepaper basket. Kate saw him lay his cane on the desk then pick up a pen and return to the paperwork he must have been doing when she walked in. Her buttocks felt like they were slightly sunburned, but she felt far more distracted by the way her pussy seemed to occasionally twitch. She tried to clear her mind, think about homework, anything but her mind kept coming back to the insistent need between her thighs. Briefly she thought of Jason, then she tried to push him out of her mind as she thought about how easily his fingers would slide into her. Her mind kept going on a rollercoaster, imagining first Jason, then Mr McDermott and finally Professor King pushing into her back and pressing her tits into the wall while they grabbed her hips and fucked her senseless, until finally the bell rang. She kept her hands on her head as she looked over to Professor King, who held up a piece of paper. "Kate, you are to write a one page essay which is to be on my desk before first period tomorrow. You can go now, as you leave ask Ms Lewis for some new panties, I understand she keeps some that may be more appropriate for you, and tell her to come in here so she can clean my cane. Good day." Kate grabbed the piece of paper she was to write her essay on and looked briefly at the title before picking up her bag and sticking the paper into a pocket. She said goodbye and slipped out, closing the door behind her. She looked at Ms Lewis and swallowed, this was going to be humiliating. "Ms Lewis, Professor King said I was to ask you for new panties?" Kate hated how hesitant she sounded, but she suddenly felt nervous in her tiny skirt and no panties, what if the secretary said no? Kate didn't think she would be able to get through the day without flashing as it was, she definitely wanted to be flashing panties instead of pussy. "Well now, panties for someone who wants to be a 'good girl' maybe? Let's see what we can find." Kate blushed when she heard the emphasis Ms Lewis put on good girl, how loudly had she been while the headmaster had spanked her? She watched with a puzzled expression as Ms Lewis opened a drawer and started to go through it, why would she keep so much underwear at school? She had more in her desk drawer than Kate had in her dresser at home. She ceased her contemplation as she looked at the flimsy piece of fabric that was offered her, it was pink with white frills all over it, it would certainly cover more than her previous ones had but they certainly weren't the schools regulation. She slipped the garment up her legs and straightened her skirt, making a brief attempt to pull it down and cover more leg before abandoning the idea. She picked up her bag again and looked at Ms Lewis. "Professor King said you were to go in there, he need's his cane cleaned" Kate's eyebrow rose slightly as Ms Lewis appeared to get flustered before the secretary thanked her and bustled into the office, Kate heard the click of the lock as she shut the door behind her and wondered what exactly they were going to do in there. She felt a pang of jealousy as she walked down the hall to the nearest bathroom, if Professor King was horny enough to fuck his secretary after spanking her, why didn't he just take his cock out and plunge straight into her waiting pussy while she had been bent over her desk? Kate slipped into the bathroom and turned so she could see her bum reflected in the mirror. She pulled down her panties and gasped, for as long as she had been there she was sure that she was going to be bright red, but her cheeks were just a glowing shade of pink that almost matched her new panties. She rubbed her hands over her cheeks and shivered at her touch. She quickly checked to make sure the bathroom was deserted, then retreated into a stall where she plunged a hand under her skirt and started to desperately finger her pussy. It took her barely minutes before she orgasmed and she leaned against a wall as she got her breathing under control. Kate walked out and looked at her wild eyed reflection, before splashing water on her face and cleaning herself up. When she felt more composed she left the bathroom and went to the quad so she could eat her lunch quickly. On her way there, a door opened and she was pulled into an empty classroom. She looked at the other end of the arm that was gripping her and relaxed when she recognised Jason. "So, you looking forward to tonight, Babe?" Kate moaned as he pulled her into an embrace and started to nibble on her neck while his hands started to squeeze her boobs. "Umm, no, oh god, I've got an essay due for tomorrow, stop it, please, and I'll be in loads of trouble if it's not in on time." She tried to push his hands away, but one snaked up under her skirt and she started to find it difficult to concentrate, she couldn't believe she was so horny again after cumming in the bathroom. "You mean that you bent over and showed me your ass at the end of class, getting me all horny and worked up, and you're just going to leave me be?" She could hear a question in his voice, but knew he had already decided to answer it as she felt him pushing her to her knees. Kate opened his fly grabbed the base of his cock, she kissed her way up the length of it before sliding her mouth over the head. She moaned slightly as she slid her lips down and started to jack her hand up and down at the base of his cock. Kate's head bobbed back and forth as she listened to a litany of vulgarity coming from her boyfriends mouth while he called her a filthy whore who was a cheap cumbucket, before he grabbed her head, holding it still while he groaned and came in her mouth. Kate kept pumping her hand as she moved her head back and caught another rope of jism across her face, adding to the cum that was dribbling out her mouth and down her chin. She looked up at Jason, who was paying her no attention as he looked at the ceiling. She felt him pull his cock away from her and watched it disappear back into his jeans before he looked down at her and smiled.Kate fidgeted in her seat, she had never worn a skirt this short to school before and her decision to also wear her new black g string meant that she could constantly feel the hard plastic of her chair against her soft, white thighs. She snaked a hand down from her desk and tried to pull her skirt down to cover her legs a little more, but it was a futile effort as there was no more material there. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed how high the short plaid garment had risen, she had blushed when she realised she had been flashing so much leg after she sat down that you could almost see the waist of her panties, but the rest of her class seemed to be engrossed in the work in front of them. She looked towards the front of the class and was shocked when she noticed Mr McDermott was staring straight between her legs. Kate blushed again when she realised that her legs were parted slightly and wondered if her teacher could see her panties, she felt herself starting to dampen as she imagined what he might think if he saw the flimsy scrap of lace that was covering the pussy she had shaved the night before. Kate snapped her legs closed as she realised what she was doing and saw Mr McDermott's gaze rise to meet her's. Kate held it for as long as she could before she slowly started to let her knees drift apart again, she could see a gleam in her teacher's eye that sent a shiver down her spine to discharge between her leg's and she was suddenly worried that she was sitting to far back in class for him to get an adequate view. She picked up her pen and started to idly draw in the margins of her paper while her other hand drifted down and inched the front of her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, there was no way he could avoid seeing her panties now. Kate smiled to herself when she saw Mr McDermott nod slightly at her, then he inclined his head meaningfully at the book in front of him and looked around the class. Kate looked around again, quickly, before bending her head over her book and continuing to work out the problems in front of her, though her gaze kept drifting back to her teacher to see if he was still paying her any attention. She let her free hand drift back down to her lap and her finger traced small figure eight patterns on the front of her panties while she did her work and shivered when she felt how wet her panties had become, Kate looked back to the front of the room and was gratified to see that Mr McDermott seemed to be focused on the path of her finger. Kate jumped and tugged her skirt back down when she felt a tap on her shoulder, surely the girl behind her couldn't have seen what she was doing. The tap came again, then Kate felt something being pushed into her lower back. Kate reached her hand behind her and withdrew it when she felt a piece of paper being dropped into it. She unfolded the note and read the scrawled message inside. 'Hey Babe, my older brother bought me some beers and my parents aren't home tonight. Wanna party? J' Underneath the message was a crude drawing of a girl, on her knees, sucking someone's dick. She turned to see her boyfriend, Jason, sitting a few rows behind her, he seemed to be doing his work but he looked up as soon as she turned. Kate wondered if he had seen her flashing their teacher, but he just raised an eyebrow and she nodded excitedly, the last time they had got drunk and she had given him head she had rubbed herself to an intense orgasm before he had cum on her face, she had felt so slutty and it was the first time she had orgasmed with someone else, even if he hadn't put his cock in her. She looked back towards the front of the class and gave a naughty grin to Mr McDermott as she spread her lags again and lifted the front of her skirt for him to see, she wondered if he could guess at what she was thinking, of the naughty things she was planning this evening when she got out of school. Kate pulled her skirt down again as the bell rang to dismiss the class and started to pack her things away as her classmates began to chatter amongst themselves. She stood up and glanced behind her to make sure Jason was looking, then bent over at the waist to and took a long time putting her books into her bag, she could feel her skirt edge up and the hint of a breeze on her bare cheeks. "Kate, I'll see you after class." She stood up quickly when Mr McDermott's voice cut through the noise of the classroom, his annoucement had killed the conversation in the room and Kate looked about as the classroom quickly emptied. As Jason left, he looked back at her and mouthed the words 'lunch time', before winking and disappearing into the corridor. Kate looked about the room that was empty but for her and her teacher and wondered if she had gone too far, she had spent most of the lesson flashing her panties that were now so wet she was sure he would be able to see the outline of her pussylips through the thin material. "Kate, I couldn't help noticing that you were having some difficulties with your uniform during the lesson. You are aware that this school has a very strict dress code, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Mr McDermott, but this was the only clean skirt I could find. I know it's probably too short, but everyone wears skirts that are shorter than the dress code." Kate tugged at the hem of her skirt as she made her plea, grinning to herself as she noticed Mr McDermott's eye's flicker down to take in the expanse of creamy white skin between her stockings and skirt. She hoped that her plan to get a better grade worked, she couldn't see any flaws in it. She would suck her teacher's cock, she liked doing that, and he would give her better marks. She had briefly considered that he might resist her, but she figured that every guy probably wanted his dick sucked and couldn't see any reason why a teacher might be different. "I wonder, Sir," Kate said in her best sexy voice, "if you might show me a little leniency?" She folded her arms and pushed them together to make her cleavage more prominent and batted her eye's at her teacher, Jason said she was irresitable when she did that. She felt a brief pang of guilt, she supposed that she was kinda cheating on him, but she had heard that he had totally made out with Barbara Gordon at Stephanie Brown's pool party, so she figured that it evened out. "No, Kate, I'm afraid that the school rules are in place for a reason. They may be bent from time to time, but they won't be broken especially in such a flagrant manner. Take this and report to Professor King's study, right now." Kate's arm's dropped to her side and her jaw dropped open in shock, she couldn't believe it! he had spent the whole lesson absolutely leering at her and now she was going to be sent to the headmaster. She reached out and took the folded piece of paper that Mr McDermott was extending to her, then went back to her desk and collected her bag before leaving the room with a stunned expression on her face. She looked at the paper in her hands and unfolded it, there was nothing sealing it closed, then read the short message that had been written on it. 'Headmaster, as you can see, Kate is dressed like a cheap slut. You should probably inspect her panties as well. McD' Kate squeezed her thighs together as she felt a rush between her legs, she always loved it when Jason talked dirty to her and seeing a written remark from a teacher referring to her in such a derogatory way made her imagine having to take home a report card that detailed what a naughty girl she was gave her an enormous thrill. She read through the note again and bit her lip in anticipation, he's suggested that the headmaster inspect her panties. She glanced around the corridor to make sure she was alone then lifted the front of her skirt and peered down, the lace was clearly soaked through and she cursed herself for not bringing a spare pair. Still, if the two teachers conferred later and discovered that she'd changed them might get her into more trouble. She smoothed her skirt down and checked again to make sure she was alone, then made her way to the headmaster's study. When she got there, she stopped and looked at Ms Lewis, Professor King's young secretary. The twenty something blonde was always dressed as if she was trying for a professional, office look. She always failed, though, her skirts were shorter than even the one Kate was wearing now, her blouses were usually sleeveless and so sheer that you could see the lace on her bra. Today she was wearing a two tone, half cup affair, Kate wasn't sure what the second colour was, but she could clearly see the black edging beneath the swell of her breasts. She cleared her throat to get the secretaries attention. "Excuse me, Ms Lewis, but Mr McDermott sent me to see the headmaster." Kate swallowed as Ms Lewis looked up from her typing and levelled an even look at her, the older women might dress like she was in a porno but she held the headmaster's ear and a certain authority in the school. Ms Lewis picked up the handset on her phone and pressed a button before speaking. "I'm sorry to bother you, Professor, but it seems that young Miss Kate has been sent to see you...Yes, Sir." Ms Lewis grinned at Kate as she put down the phone, Kate hated the way she called all the students 'Miss' this, or 'Master' that, but the rest of the teachers would just say something about how that was the way teachers used to refer to their students in the good old days and that maybe it was time for a little more nostalgia, so most of the student body had let the issue die out and simply complained about it amongst themselves. "You can go in, he's expecting you." Ms Lewis smirked at her before she went back to her typing. Kate waited a moment, but when it became clear that the secretary had nothing else to say to her she went to the door and opened it. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, then put her bag on the floor just by the doorframe. "Mr McDermott sent you to see me?" "Yes, Sir. He gave me a note." Kate walked to the desk and passed the paper to her headmaster and shifted her weight between her feet nervously while he read it. After a short time he tossed the note on his desk and looked at Kate, she felt herself flush as she knew that he was looking at her tiny skirt and silently agreeing with Mr McDermott that she was a slut. "Lift up your skirt, now." Kate didn't hesitate, his tone brokered no disobedience, her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt and tugged it up to reveal her skimpy g string. She felt heat rising in both her cheeks and her pussy as Professor King stood up and walked around her. She fixed her gaze on an imaginary spot on the wall of the study as the headmaster spent a long time behind her, was he admiring her ass or thinking that only a whore would wear such a thing. She heard him sigh behind her, then he spoke. "Young lady, I know that you are aware of the schools dress code, and I'm sure that you have read it carefully to be aware that regulation panties are white cotton only. Not only is your skirt scandolously short, your panties are virtually non existent. Do you really think this manner of dress is really appropriate for a student here?" "No, Sir." "Do you have any valid excuse to warrant dressing like a common whore?" "No, Sir." "Do you typically wear such provocative underwear?" "Sometimes, Sir, but this is the first time I've worn the to school, I promise, Sir." "Take them off." "Sir?" Kate turned her head in surprise, but quickly grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them to her feet. She stepped out of them and looked to Professor King. "Walk over to my desk and place your hands and elbows on the top." Kate walked forward and bent forward over the desk, she laid her forearms on the desk's surface and stared straight ahead. She felt the headmaster walk up behind her and nudge her feet apart with one of his, she felt her pussy twitch as she realised that he must have a wonderful view of her dripping snatch. Kate's ass felt cool as the headmaster lifted her skirt and flipped it over her back to reveal her firm cheeks, then she saw his hand drop something between her arms. Kate looked down at her sopping g string and squeeled as she felt Professor King's hand fall onto her upturned bum. "Your panties are the reason that you're being punished, so it's only proper that you should see them to remind you of why you are in this prediciment. After each spank, you will apologise and promise to do better." SMACK!! "I'm sorry headmaster, I'll be a good girl." SMACK!! "I'm sorry headmaster, I'll be a good girl." SMACK!! Kate tried to count, but lost track after twenty seven, after that she just squirmed and stared at her panties on the desk while she kept swearing she'd be good. She flexed the muscles in her ass and tried to ignore how each smack seemed to reverberate in her pussy and every time she spoke the words seemed to make her wetter. Eventually, the headmaster stopped even though Kate kept repeating her mantra. She let the words trailed off as she felt the heat radiate from her backside and imagined she could feel a trickle of moisture running down the inside of her thighs. She moaned as she felt the professor's hand on her back again and pressed her body against his touch, surely he could see how much need she was in, her pussy was leaking juice and she was panting like a bitch in heat. She felt disappointed when she felt him tuck her skirt into it's own waistband before withdrawing behind his desk where she could see him again and withdraw a thin cane from beneath his desk. "The next time you decide to make such a vulgar display of yourself, instead of a spanking you'll have six strokes of the cane. Now, there's twenty minutes left in this period, in the corner with your hands on your head. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." Kate went straight to the nearest corner and laced her fingers behind her head, she desperately wanted to rub her hands over and soothe her bottom but the threat of the cane kept them from straying. She stared at the wall, then turned her head slightly to see the headmaster out of the corner of her eye. She saw him use the cane to pick up her panties, then he dropped them in his wastepaper basket. Kate saw him lay his cane on the desk then pick up a pen and return to the paperwork he must have been doing when she walked in. Her buttocks felt like they were slightly sunburned, but she felt far more distracted by the way her pussy seemed to occasionally twitch. She tried to clear her mind, think about homework, anything but her mind kept coming back to the insistent need between her thighs. Briefly she thought of Jason, then she tried to push him out of her mind as she thought about how easily his fingers would slide into her. Her mind kept going on a rollercoaster, imagining first Jason, then Mr McDermott and finally Professor King pushing into her back and pressing her tits into the wall while they grabbed her hips and fucked her senseless, until finally the bell rang. She kept her hands on her head as she looked over to Professor King, who held up a piece of paper. "Kate, you are to write a one page essay which is to be on my desk before first period tomorrow. You can go now, as you leave ask Ms Lewis for some new panties, I understand she keeps some that may be more appropriate for you, and tell her to come in here so she can clean my cane. Good day." Kate grabbed the piece of paper she was to write her essay on and looked briefly at the title before picking up her bag and sticking the paper into a pocket. She said goodbye and slipped out, closing the door behind her. She looked at Ms Lewis and swallowed, this was going to be humiliating. "Ms Lewis, Professor King said I was to ask you for new panties?" Kate hated how hesitant she sounded, but she suddenly felt nervous in her tiny skirt and no panties, what if the secretary said no? Kate didn't think she would be able to get through the day without flashing as it was, she definitely wanted to be flashing panties instead of pussy. "Well now, panties for someone who wants to be a 'good girl' maybe? Let's see what we can find." Kate blushed when she heard the emphasis Ms Lewis put on good girl, how loudly had she been while the headmaster had spanked her? She watched with a puzzled expression as Ms Lewis opened a drawer and started to go through it, why would she keep so much underwear at school? She had more in her desk drawer than Kate had in her dresser at home. She ceased her contemplation as she looked at the flimsy piece of fabric that was offered her, it was pink with white frills all over it, it would certainly cover more than her previous ones had but they certainly weren't the schools regulation. She slipped the garment up her legs and straightened her skirt, making a brief attempt to pull it down and cover more leg before abandoning the idea. She picked up her bag again and looked at Ms Lewis. "Professor King said you were to go in there, he need's his cane cleaned" Kate's eyebrow rose slightly as Ms Lewis appeared to get flustered before the secretary thanked her and bustled into the office, Kate heard the click of the lock as she shut the door behind her and wondered what exactly they were going to do in there. She felt a pang of jealousy as she walked down the hall to the nearest bathroom, if Professor King was horny enough to fuck his secretary after spanking her, why didn't he just take his cock out and plunge straight into her waiting pussy while she had been bent over her desk? Kate slipped into the bathroom and turned so she could see her bum reflected in the mirror. She pulled down her panties and gasped, for as long as she had been there she was sure that she was going to be bright red, but her cheeks were just a glowing shade of pink that almost matched her new panties. She rubbed her hands over her cheeks and shivered at her touch. She quickly checked to make sure the bathroom was deserted, then retreated into a stall where she plunged a hand under her skirt and started to desperately finger her pussy. It took her barely minutes before she orgasmed and she leaned against a wall as she got her breathing under control. Kate walked out and looked at her wild eyed reflection, before splashing water on her face and cleaning herself up. When she felt more composed she left the bathroom and went to the quad so she could eat her lunch quickly. On her way there, a door opened and she was pulled into an empty classroom. She looked at the other end of the arm that was gripping her and relaxed when she recognised Jason. "So, you looking forward to tonight, Babe?" Kate moaned as he pulled her into an embrace and started to nibble on her neck while his hands started to squeeze her boobs. "Umm, no, oh god, I've got an essay due for tomorrow, stop it, please, and I'll be in loads of trouble if it's not in on time." She tried to push his hands away, but one snaked up under her skirt and she started to find it difficult to concentrate, she couldn't believe she was so horny again after cumming in the bathroom. "You mean that you bent over and showed me your ass at the end of class, getting me all horny and worked up, and you're just going to leave me be?" She could hear a question in his voice, but knew he had already decided to answer it as she felt him pushing her to her knees. Kate opened his fly grabbed the base of his cock, she kissed her way up the length of it before sliding her mouth over the head. She moaned slightly as she slid her lips down and started to jack her hand up and down at the base of his cock. Kate's head bobbed back and forth as she listened to a litany of vulgarity coming from her boyfriends mouth while he called her a filthy whore who was a cheap cumbucket, before he grabbed her head, holding it still while he groaned and came in her mouth. Kate kept pumping her hand as she moved her head back and caught another rope of jism across her face, adding to the cum that was dribbling out her mouth and down her chin. She looked up at Jason, who was paying her no attention as he looked at the ceiling. She felt him pull his cock away from her and watched it disappear back into his jeans before he looked down at her and smiled. "That was awesome, Babe, too bad you can't come over this evening so we can play some more. Anyway, I've got to go." With that he turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Kate looking through her bag for something to clean her face off with. She found a tissue and dabbed at where she could feel the heaviest concentrations of cum, then checked the hallway before running back to the bathroom she had fingered herself in. She looked at her face in the mirror and giggled when she saw how much he had gotten on her, she would be able to clean it off her face easily enough, but she would need to wash her hair when she got home. She cleaned herself up again, then looked at her watch and realised she only had a few minutes before lunch was over and she had to go to final period. It was a study period so she decided to start working on her essay, she took out the piece of paper Professor King had given her and looked at the title. Chapter 2: Kate walked into the outer office early the next morning and saw Ms Lewis already sitting at her desk typing away at her computer. The secretary was dressed this morning in a mini skirt so brief that it rode up to flash her stocking tops as she was sitting at her desk, and a bright red blouse that had the top few buttons undone to reveal the edges of a black lace bra and the swell of her milky tits. Kate clutched her essay to her chest and hoped that she would be allowed to go into Professor Kings office, she would die of embarassment if the secretary was to take it off her to give to him when he arrived. "Ms Lewis, Professor King said I was to put this on his desk, can I go in there?" Kates eyes were wide as she looked hopefully at the older women who looked her up and down briefly before nodding her head. Kate wondered if she was pushing her luck, todays skirt was only marginally longer than the one she had worn the day before and her school blouse was thin enough that you could see the fire engine red bra she had on underneath. She had gotten up early that morning to put the finishing touches on her essay and had spent an hour agonizing over what to wear, she had wanted to make it clear to Professor King when he saw her that her essay wasn't just empty words. A pair of Mary Janes with frilly white ankle socks decorated her feet and she had worn her white g string with little black hearts, which she could already feel was getting damp. She stepped behind the door of the office when she was inside so that Ms Lewis couldn't see her and lifted her skirt to inspect her panties quickly, they kept riding into her pussy lips and she wanted them to be covering her slit more, she wanted to flash her panties, not her pussy. Kate let her skirt fall back over her hips and giggled and leaned against the wall as she realised that she was alone in the headmasters office, then hesitantly slipped her finger inside her panties and began to finger her cunny. She wondered how long it would be until Professor King arrived and imagined the trouble she would be in if he caught her masturbating in his office, she imagined him furiously ordering her to bend over his desk again for another spanking before this time he would take his cock out and fuck her needy snatch. Kate bit her lip as she climaxed and quickly readjusted her panties. She walked on somewhat unsteady feet to the headmasters desk and glanced out the door to see Ms Lewis still working on her computer. Kate looked at her wet finger, then wiped it across where Professor King had written the title, smearing the words slightly, before she kissed the bottom of the page to leave the impression of her lipstick behind. She placed the page in the center of the desk, where she remembered her panties had lain the day before, then walked out the door and nodded at Ms Lewis as she walked past her. "Ms West, did you think to return the panties I leant you yesterday?" Kate stopped as she heard the voice float up from behind her. Had she heard her when she had been in the office? Kate had tried to be quiet but the door had been open. "No, Ms Lewis, umm, they're, uhh, they're in the laundry." She turned her head and saw Ms Lewis' eyebrow raise. "Very well, I'd like them returned tomorrow, please." "Yes, Miss." Kate hurried away at the dismissal and breathed a sigh of relief, she would wash them tonight, they needed it anyway. Kate had left her study period early yesterday after it had become apparent that it was almost impossible for her to concentrate on writing her essay unless she had been toying at the front of her panties. When she had gotten home she had stripped down to her borrowed underwear and slipped her vibrator down the front of them. She had spent the evening imaging Professor Kings tongue lapping at her clit as she had tried to justify her choice and by the time she had finished writing it her panties and chair were completly soaked. Kate looked at her watch to see if she had time to duck into the toilets for another quick finger session, then cursed as she heard the bell for first period ring. She hurried to where she had left her bag so that she didn't get into trouble for being late, she wanted to be sent to the headmasters office but that was unlikely for being late, school policy was one spank with the ruler for every minute late to class. Kate shuddered as she imagined having to bend over and show the entire class her ass, the thin strip of material nestled between her cheeks offered her no modesty whatsoever and her bum was still somewhat pink from her spanking the day before. She looked around as she entered the class and was pleased to note she had beaten the teacher there, then took her seat and waited for Ms Prince to arrive and start the lesson. She barely listened to the social studies teacher as blathered on about something or other, preferring to draw dirty pictures and write crude things about herself on the inside of her folder and before she knew it the bell was ringing to dismiss them. Theoretically they were supposed to stay seated until the teacher told them to leave, but no one ever paid any attention to Ms Prince anyway, she was the only teacher in school that had never assigned detention and she would only ever spank the girls for being late, and even then not very hard. Every boy in the school knew that if they were late to social studies they only had to suggest that they spank their teacher instead for Ms Prince to get flustered and try to change the subject, there was a rumour that in her first year teaching three boys had done just that and entertained their class by reddening her asscheeks while she bent over her desk and panted. Kate didn't think the rumour was true, but she had seen Ms Prince leaving the staff toilets hurriedly buttoning her blouse on only to be followed by a whistling senior a few minutes later. Kate knew how to recognise cum stains, she had washed many of them out of her skirt and blouse, and had recognised the teltale signs around the neckline of her teachers shirt the next period. "Ms West! Wait a moment." Kate stopped and turned to see Ms Lewis walking down the hall towards her. "Yes, Miss?" "Professor King Asked me to give this to you, hurry along, you don't want to be late." With that the secretary turned and went back towards the staff offices, leaving Kate to examine the note in her hand. She opened it and read it as she walked to class. 'Ms West, After reviewing your essay I have decided that you will henceforth sit in the front row of all your classes. Your teachers have been informed of the changes to their class seating plan. You are to report to my study at the end of the day. Prof. King' Kate walked through the door to Mr McDermotts' class and looked around, sure enough Donna Troy was sitting where she normally sat and she blushed as she realised the rest of the class was staring at her and wondering why they had swapped seats. She ducked her head to avoid there gaze and quickly took her new place, she looked up and saw that Mr McDermott was already writing the days lesson on the board, he never spoke to the class much he just wrote down their instructions and watched them like a hawk to make sure they were carried out. She opened her book and started working on her problem, concious of the gaze of her classmates on the back of her head. Kate kept her head down and worked diligently for about fifteen minutes, feeling slightly uncomfortable with so many eyes on her, until she realised that the class had gotten on with her work and the only person staring at her was at the front of the room. She looked up at Mr McDermott and gulped, not only was he staring at her but his brow was creased and he was clearly irritated with her. She tried to think what she ight have done wrong when she saw his eyes drop sharply to her legs and up again, Kate swallowed as she realised that her classmates stare had unconciously made her press her knees together. As she looked back at her teacher she tried to think what was the best thing to do, yesterday when she had flashed him she had been sent to the headmasters office and even though she was eager to go back this afternoon at his summons, she dreaded the thought of being sent there and making him angry before then. On the other hand, Mr McDermott clearly expected her to continue her display from the day before and she didn't think she could stand him glaring at her for the entire period, she gave a shy smile and slowly parted her legs. Kate shuddered as se felt the cool breeze from the air conditioning chill her wet panties, she had no fears that they would dry out she could feel herself lubricating again as Mr McDermott smirked at her and glanced around the classroom before lowering his gaze to her pussy again. She let her knees fall wider apart and turned back to her work only to find herself doodling in the margins of her text book, most prominent amongst her drawings was a crude representation of her face with cum dripping down her face to drip onto her tits. She glanced at Mr McDermott again and felt her pussy flood with juice as she realised that, unlike yesterday, she was now sitting close enough that Mr McDermott would be able to see every fold of her pussy through the sopping white material. She tried to concentrate but found that her eyes kept drifting up to seek out her teacher, who was ignoring her in favour of watching her soak her panties. Kate closed her legs slightly, but stopped when she saw Mr McDermotts's gaze snap back to her face, when she felt a tap on her back. She waited a moment until Mr McDermott was focused between her legs again, then reached behind her to recieve another note. 'Hey Babe, what's with the seat change? J' Kate thought for a second, then scribbled a short reply. 'I got into trouble for passing to many notes, this is supposed to make it harder for me. lol.' She folded the note over and held it behind her until she felt it removed from her hand, that should keep the rumour mill happy while keeping them distracted from the real reason she had been moved. She bent over her book and made another attempt at her work, this time though she took a pencil and used the end to trace little patterns on her panties. Kate figured that since he hadn't gotten to see her doing that from up close yesterday it wouldn't hurt for her to do it again, she shivered as she felt her pencil scrape over the material covering her clit and used the pencil to push her panties into her pussy slightly. Kate grinned at Mr McDermott as he looked back at her face and lifted the pencil to her mouth, she glanced down and noted that it was shinly with her juice then she darted her tongue out and licked the length of it before sucking it into her mouth. Kate smiled at Mr McDermott as the bell ending the period rang and everyone started to pack away their things. Mr McDermott stood up and walked over towards Kate as he dismissed the class. "One moment Ms West." Kates hands dropped to her side as she stopped reaching for her book. Mr McDermott picked it up and then opened it to the pages she had just been working on before he opened the front cover. "What does this say?" Kate looked at the heavy black stamp he was pointing at and sighed slightly. "It says, 'Property of Russell Preparatory', Sir." Kate looked at the words, the first two were all in capitals and bold with an outline around them, the name of the school was underneath and seperate slightly. The same stamp was on every text book that was issued and all the books in the library, as well as on all school property that could possibly be stolen. "I seems that you spent the majority of the lesson drawing filthy, slutty things all over a school text book. Is it necessary for me to send you to see Professor King again? Twice in two days is not something to be proud of, young lady." "I know, Sir, I'm sorry, please don't send me to the headmasters, Sir, please." Kate looked imploring at her teacher and hoped he wouldn't send her for punishment, his words had confirmed her fears that she would be in awful trouble if she was sent there before the end of class. She raised her eyebrows hopefully, perhaps if they had detention alone he would do more than just stare at her barely covered lips. "Very well, report to me at lunch for detention." "Yes Sir, Thankyou, Sir." Kate packed her things away and hurriedly left the classroom, hoping she would be able to manipulate Mr McDermott into having sex with her at lunch. There was only one period left until her detention and when she entered her next class she sat down in her new place and started to continue on from the previous lessons work. She looked up and saw her teacher, Ms Bertinelli, was staring at her. Kate stared back and her brow creased in puzzlement when she saw one of Ms Bertinellis' eyebrows raise, making her expression sardonic. Kate stared back for a long moment before she hesitently let her knees drift apart and blushed when she saw her civics teacher nod in approval. Kate attempted to continue her work, but for some reason she found Ms Bertinellis' gaze more disconcerting than Mr McDermotts'. Her pussy felt flooded and she was sure that she was starting to leak onto her seat, she shifted slightly to pull her skirt out from under her ass before she irreperably stained her skirt, she hoped that she didn't have a damp patch on it, everyone would know how horny she was, or think that she had wet herself. Kate honestly couldn't think what which of the two options would be worse. Kate kept her head down and worked solidly through the lesson, only glancing up occasionally to notice that Ms Bertinelli wasn't as focused on her as Mr McDermott had been, she kept looking around the class and just glanced at Kate every now and again. Kate kept her feet apart, but let her knees start to drift together while her teachers attention was elsewhere as she tried to concentrate on her work instead of her pussy, when she heard Ms Bertinelli clear her throat. Kate looked up and quickly spread her legs when she saw the expression on her teachers face, the message seemed clear to her, since she had gotten into trouble for flashing yesterday her punishment was to be to force her to expose her cunny to all of her teachers, at least for today but who knew when it would end. She blushed as she realised that the thought of being forced to keep herself on display like that was turning her on and hoped that she might have to expose herself to Professor King later that afternoon. Kate fidgeted in her seat as she tried to concentrate on her media studies class, her pussy was wet and she was keeping her knees parted so that Ms Bertinelli could see her soaking white panties. It was kind of weird sitting like this, Ms Bertinelli knew her parents somehowand she had met the women outside of school one or twice, she hoped she wouldn't tell her parents that she was wearing such skimpy panties to school. She started to pack up her things when the bell rang and when Ms Bertinelli dismissed the class she was the first to leave and she hurried to Mr McDermotts class quickly so that she didn't get into any more trouble. She got there as the last of his class left and she knocked on the door and spoke to get his attention. "Mr McDermott? I'm here for my detention, Sir." "Kate, come in, sit down." Kate sat in her now usual place at the front of the class and opened her legs lewdly, there was no one else here and she wasn't worried about anyone catching her flashing her pussy at a teacher now. "Kate, I can't help but noticing that your panties appear to be wet all the way through." "Yes, Sir. I can't help it, my cunny gets so hot when someone is looking at it and I've been sitting with my legs open all day. Every time you or Ms Bertinelli look at it, it starts to twitch and moisten, Sir." "Professor King mentioned that my surmise yesterday was correct. Since you asked for help in becoming a better whore, it has been decided that the school will aid you in this. Part of that is keeping your legs spread to show that you're available for sex. Since we're alone right now, and since it wouldn't be apporpriate for you to be walking around with wet panties all day, pull them down to your knees. They'll stay there until you've finished your detention, they should be able to dry out enough for the rest of the day. If they haven't, you'll have to go without." "Yes, Sir" Kate reached under her skirt and pulled her pantied down to her knees, pulling them together for the first time in hours. She left her feet wide apart and pushed her knees tpgether, then looked coyley at Mr McDermott, despite everything she had done, she was still nervous about showing her pussy without any panties to give her an impression of modesty. She hoped he would tell her to spread her legs again, but she couldn't bring herself to do it before he gave her the command. Kates expression changed to a pout as Mr McDermott turned his back on her and went to the board, where he wrote. 'I will not deface school property.' "Write that out 500 times, then you can go have your lunch." "Yes, Sir." Kate tried to mask her disappointment as Mr McDermott sat down and started to read the paper while eating a sandwich, he wasn't going to do anything to her, not even a spanking! Kate took out a clean piece of paper and started to write, she hoped it would take long enough for the air to dry out the moisture in her panties, she couldn't bear to think about having to show her bare pussy to her teachers for the next several hours. Kate put down her pen and held up her hand, waiting for Mr McDermott to notice her. Schol rules said that when a student was in detention they were only to talk in reply to questions, or in acknowledgement to orders and Kate was fairly sure that even though she was being given new rules all the time, the old ones would still apply. She lightly bounced her knees off each other in the hope that the movement may catch Mr McDermotts eye, she only had ten minutes left to quickly eat a sandwich and make a quick trip to the bathrooms. "Yes Kate, are you finished?" "Yes, Sir." "Very well, one moment." Kate lowered her hand as he came over and gave a cursory glance at her page that she had filled with lines, then he knelt in front of her desk. Kate blushed and parted her knees slightly, suddenly she didn't care if she got to eat lunch, this was the closest she had been to finally getting a teacher to fuck her. She gasped as she felt Mr Mcdermotts hand brush against her knee, then she felt him pulling at the panties that were bunched around them. She bit her lip and pushed her legs together to make it easier for him to take them off her, then let out a sigh of frustration as he released her garment and stood up again. "They seem to have dried out enough that you can continue to wear them today. You can go now." Kate stared at Mr McDermott until he made a dismissive motion with his hand, then left the classroom somewhat downcast. She lifted her head, she didn't have time to dwell on her failure to get her pussy filled again and she rushed down the hall to a bathroom. After relieving herself she washed up and then went to her next class early. Kate sat down in the chair she knew would be hers from now on and ate her lunch, before taking out some homework she had due. She had study hall with Ms Bertinelli this period, followed by double biology with Mr Antilles, so she decided to catch up on her more mundane schoolwork while she had the chance. The bell rand to start the period and her classmates began to filter in with a large amount of noise, study hall was usually fairly noisy as students talked, ostensibly about the projects they were supposed to be working on, but more often about the latest school gossip.Kate kept her knees apart while she worked on a history project she had due, she didn't want to get into trouble for slacking on her regular school work, if she was going to be in trouble she preferred it to be for acting like a whore. She tuned out the conversations of her classmates and tried to ignore the slickness between her thighs as she noticed that Ms Bertinelli seemed to be spending more time looking up her skirt this period, Kate supposed that since she didn't have to enforce as much time on discipline this class she could afford more time watch the show Kate was putting on for her. She tried to ignore her teachers stare, until Ms Bertinelli made it impossible for her. "Kate, could I speak to you for a moment?" Kate looked around, but Ms Bertinelli had spoken softly and most of the class hadn't heard her, and those who had were the more studious pupils who were more interested in the contents of their books then why a teacher would want to talk to a student. Kate stood up and walked over to the teachers desk. "Yes, Miss?" "Kate, I wonder if you could do something for me?" Both women kept their voices low, Kate suspected that this was not a conversation she wanted the rest of the class to overhear. "What, Miss?" "Kate, Ms Prince, as I'm sure you've noticed, is struggling to keep any real discipline in her classroom. Some of the other teachers have decided that the best way for her to regain her confidence in teaching is for her to take a bratty student from one of her classes and give her a detention and a sound spanking. Professor King suggested that you would be a perfect candidate for this role, he said that you would be quite happy to help the other teachers in this, since we're being so kind in helping you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss." The words came out of Kates mouth by rote, she couldn't believe that she was being told to misbehave in class so that she could earn a spanking. She wondered if she would do it if it was just Ms Bertinelli telling her to do this, but the casual way she had mentioned the headmasters approval of the plan had silenced any objections before she could consider them. She couldn't believe that she was going to have to act up in class so that she could give the softest teacher in the school an opportunity to make her backside glow. "Very well, back to your seat." "Yes, Miss." Kate sat back down and tried to focus on her work, but found it almost impossible while she tried to figure out how she was going to get the most lenient teacher in school upset enough to give her a detention, the last time Ms Prince had given anyone a detention it was because Stephanie Brown had been making out with Tim Drake and practically giving him a lap dance in the middle of a more rambunctious class. Even then, when the two of them had shown up Ms Prince had thanked Tim for making sure that Stephanie had made it to detention on time then let him go and given Stephanie a 5 minute talk on decorum in public before letting her go as well. Kate would have to do something really bad to get not just a detention, but a spanking as well. She took out a notebook and started to jot down some ideas on how she might accomplish her new goal when the bell rang and everyone began to leave, since it was study hall they didn't have to wait to be dismissed. They didn't have to show up at all, but if they missed a class they had to be able to account for where they were and show that they had been doing something constructive with their time. Kate packed up her things and was halfway down the hall to biology when something occurred to her, none of the other students were talking to her. She wasn't being ignored, people would still say hello and smile as she passed them in the hall, but no one was including her in any conversations either. She decided that it was because everyone could tell that something had changed in the way the staff were treating her, but no one could tell what it was. Kate nodded and kept walking, that made sense, she guessed that it must seem weird to them since the teachers weren't exactly treating her like she was in trouble but they were treating her differently. Reassured by her decision that her current ostracization was merely temporary while people figured out what was happening with her, Kate ducked into class just before Mr Antilles and sat in her seat as he closed the door behind him. "Kate, can you hand these out please?" Mr Antilles stopped her before she could make it to her desk. Kate put her things down and took a stack of paper from him and was about to start making her way around the class when she felt mr Antilles hand on her elbow. "Your's is on the bottom, make sure you don't hand it out by mistake." Kate stared briefly after the softly spoken comment, then quickly flipped through the stapled bundle on top. There were a series of drawings with fairly thick black lines, male and female anatomy, reproductive tracts and the like. She wandered around the classroom, handing out the packages and wondered how hers was going to be different. When she got to the bottom of the pile she looked at the last bundle of pages in her hand, the top and bottom pages were just blank A4, she sat down at her desk and flipped through the other pages, understanding why they were for her. All of her pictures had been cut out of porn magazines or printed from the internet, instead of a cutaway of there was a close up of a pussy with two fingers holding the lips open and a picture of an erect cock. There were three or four pictures of strippers taken from the internet and two pictures were centerfolds from a magazine called Taboo. She looked at Mr Antilles in shock as he grinned back at her, then addressed the class. 'Sketch or trace the pictures that you've been given, then read chapters 14 through 17. Does anyone have any questions?" A negative murmur went through the class and everyone started to get on with their work. Kate took her time getting her things out to give her classmate time to become engrossed in their work, before she set up her textbook and pencil tin in a sort of defensive wall around her workspace to defend against the possibility of someone glancing over and seeing what she was doing. She put a blank piece of paper over the close up of the spread pussy and started to trace over the top of it when she heard Mr Antilles clear his throat. She looked up at him and he gave her a questioning look before she let her legs fall apart to give him an unobstructed view of her panties, which were rapidly becoming damp again. Kate went back to her drawing task and hoped she would have enough time to finish, she had about six more pictures than the rest of her classmates did and if she was still drawing long after they had all finished, someone would be sure to look and see what she was doing. ***** Kate kept her head down and tried to work as fast as she could without making a mess of her work when she noticed that most people were putting away their pencils and starting to read. She leafed through the pages she had finished and sighed as she realised that she still had the two centerfolds to go and wondered if she would be allowed to do them later. She looked around and then took a fresh piece of paper and wrote ' 2 LEFT HOMEWORK??' on it, then held her knees together to get Mr Antilles to stop his minute inspection of her dripping panties and look up. When he did, Kate held the piece of paper up and gave a hopeful look, to recieve a sharp nod in reply. She opened her legs again and packed away her things, then opened her textbook and started to read the assigned chapters. She was about halfway through the reading when she felt a tap on her back, she reached back to recieve the note that she knew was being passed to her and unfolded it to read a message from Jason asking if she wanted to hang out after school. She wrote back a reply saying that she'd meet him at his house after she ran a couple of errands. She didn't know what she was really going to be doing, but she didn't want him to know that she was staying after school so that the headmaster could turn her into a whore. She waited a moment then glanced back to see Jason nod in acceptance, then turned back and kept reading until she heard the bell ring. Kate loitered as the class emptied for the day, she didn't want anyone to notice that she wasn't leaving school for the day yet, then picked up her bag and walked out to the deserted hallway to find Jason waiting for her. "Hey Babe, what time do you think you'll be over?" "I don't know, maybe an hour or two?" "Damn babe, I'm not sure I can wait that long. Come on, in here." Jason grabbed her arm and pulled Kate into an empty classroom, where he pushed her against the wall and started to kiss her neck. Kate moaned as she felt his hot breath on her neck, then squirmed as she felt his hands reach under her skirt to squeeze her ass and lift her up. Kate wrapped her legs around Jasons back and kissed him as he reached down to free his cock from his pants, she felt him pull the front of her panties away from her aching slit and groaned as he slid his cock into her. Kate reached out her hands to grab his shoulders and steady herself as he started thrust into her needy pussy before he stiffened and she felt him spurting inside of her. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, she had been so horny all day and it wouldn't have taken much for her to cum but it had finished too quickly and Jason was already zipping his pants back up. "Thanks Babe, we'll go for longer later on tonight, that was just to relieve the tension. See you later." With that he walked out the door, leaving Kate behind before she could complain about not being able to relieve her tension. She looked down and rearranged her panties of her pussy and decided that she had to get to a bathroom right away to clean herself before she went to Professor Kings office, she didn't know what was going to happen but she didn't want to go through with it with cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. She smoothed her brief skirt over her thighs and started down the hall to the nearest bathroom, when a voice stopped her. "Ms West, are you lost? Professor Kings study is this way." Kate turned around to see Ms Lewis perched on her ridiculously high heels with a questioning look on her face. "No, Miss, I was jus" "No buts, the headmaster sent me to see what was taking you so long. Come along now." Kate ducked her head and followed along behind the secretary, noting an odd change as she did. The older womens skirt was so short that this morning Kate had had the opportunity to examine the lace on her stocking tops in minute detail, they had been black with red roses picked out in them. Now, even though Kate could only see a flash of them with every step that she took, it seemed that she was wearing a different pair with no decorations at the top at all. Kate kept staring at the other womens legs as she tried to confirm her theory, until she realised that they had stopped and she took a breath. She was standing outside Professor Kings study and she was about to go in there with a pussy full of cum and wondered how much trouble she was going to be
I was thrilled to have Mistress Polly visit my class, especially since the topic was female reproductive system and sexuality. I had introduced her to the class as Polly – a visitor, observer, and friend. Believing that all was going well – that I was sharing my depth of knowledge on the subject with my class of four lovely females, I was surprised when my lecturing was suddenly interrupted. "Molly," my Mistress interjected – "your delivery is too fucking clinical! You are not feeling the subject at all!" I was startled by her language, and began to protest, but then she used the Voice on me. "Be Quiet!" She commanded. "Why use Powerpoint, and dull textbook images, when you have the real thing so handy? Remove your clothing! NOW!"
Almost of their own volition.. my hands flew to my blouse buttons, and started undoing them as my Mistress locked eyes with me - compelling me to obey, as I also kicked off my shoes. The students' eyes widened as they saw it how quickly I complied. I heard gasps as I tossed my blouse away, revealing such a sexy bra, that I am certain my students never dreamed I would wear. There were murmurs as my hand went to my skirt zipper, and pulled it down, dropping my skirt, revealing the near wisp of nothing that covered my pussy. It certainly did not cover my mass of pubic hair – my bush protruded from both sides of it.
Amanda, the most remarkable of the four students, and the one that I had been secretly lusting after during this term, spoke to a classmate "Would you dare to call those panties?"
I paused in my underwear... scarcely believing what I just done. Mistress saw my hesitation , and grasped my hair at the back of my head and inquired "Did I tell you to stop?" Again, the Voice activated me.
My mouth dried to a cottony feel as I reached behind my back, unsnapped my bra, and let it tumble off my breasts. The classroom exploded in sotto voce conversations, the shocked student voices interacting. The noise intensified as they saw me grasp my panties, yank them down, and step free of them!
And as I realized I was completely naked, my face flushed red with embarassment. One of my arms threw itself across my chest, covering my areolae.... the other slapped over my cunt protectively.
Again my Mistress' Voice rang out: "Uncover yourself at once. Do you want these young ladies to think the female body is something of which they should be ashamed?"
"No" I stammered in reply.
"No? Just no?"
"No, Mistress" I blurted out. As the class heard that word from my lips, they fell into stunned silence. Their eyes had gotten so big that as I glanced at them, I could imagine four owls had taken their place.
"Beauty stand, girl!" commanded my Mistress. Without thinking, I immediately straightened up and placed both hands at the back of my head, fully revealing my body to everyone in the room.
"Much better, my pet. You have a lovely body, and you should be proud to display it. Now, you were discussing female anatomy. Here we have two perfect examples of the female breast." And saying this, she lifted my right tit in her hand as if presenting it to the class. My blush deepened, my breath quickened, as I felt her hand take possession of my breast. To add to my chagrin, my nipple immediately began to respond, starting its engorgement – stiffening under the close scrutiny of my students. "Now, my girl, explain about this portion of female anatomy, both with words and with physical action."
Trying to regain my composure, I began explaining about the main structures of the breast – the nipple, the areola, the axillary tail, the internal alveoli and ducts, and the suspensory ligaments.
At this point, my Mistress spanked my naked ass with her open palm, saying "Not just words – I told you to add physical action."
Ass smarting, face burning with shame, I went back over the explanation, this time grasping my nipple as I discussed it, tracing my fingers around my areola as I reached that part of the explanation, sweeping my hand over my breast tissue up into its axillary tail (leaving a trail of goosebumps behind my hand as I did so) to illustrate its location, and finally kneading my tender flesh as I described the internal structures.
"What do you think class?" my Mistress addressed them. "Was that a better explanation?"
Heads nodded very vigorously – their eyes still betraying disbelief at the way the situation was unfolding. "I think I should review with you", my Mistress said with a twinkle in her eyes. "As I understand it, this structure is the nipple" – and saying this, she grasped mine very firmly in her fingers. "With arousal, it begins to engorge with blood" – saying this, she began rolling my nipple back and forth between her fingers. I tried, but failed, to hold back a moan as she did this.
"Besides being a source of erotic pleasure, due to its many sensitive nerve endings, the nipple also provides nourishment to offspring when they suckle it." And then, to my amazement, she placed her lips to my nipple and began suckling. Even though she was doing this in public, I could not deny the pleasure that shot through my body at this moment. My moans became louder and my hands came up to gently cradling her face to my breast.
After a minute or two of stimulation, she removed her lips and began tracing my areola, which was all bumpy and crinkled due to my arousal. And she went on to repeat the rest of the lesson, kneading and squeezing my breast tissue very thoroughly as she did so. She even placed both hands to encircle the base of my tit, and squeezed and held the flesh firmly, allowing blood to enter my breast, but preventing it from leaving. This caused the entire breast to not only swell, but to begin to turn to a delicate shade of purple.
She explained to the class that sometimes the breasts were tied in this fashion during playful bondage to make them even more sensitive. Seeing how intently Amanda was staring at this demonstration, she called her forward to assist.
"Your name is Amanda?"
Amanda, a little awestruck, could only nod.
"All right Amanda – first run your fingertip lightly over the nipple on her other breast, the one I am not holding, and observe the reaction."
Amanda did as she was told, obviously enjoying herself. With a big grin, she ran her fingertip back and forth over my normal nipple. I merely smiled, nervously.
"Now do the same to this highly engorged nipple."
As Amanda ran her fingertip over this nipple, my body erupted in sensation, and I arched as I moaned loudly. "See the difference, class?" my Mistress inquired. All four heads nodded.
"Good – we can now proceed to the next part of the lesson – the genitals." I felt my knees weaken. Surely my Mistress was not going to tear away the last shred of my dignity, I thought. On the other hand, I had never seen my students so focused on their learning.
"I think you should climb up on your desk, to give them a better view." I looked at my Mistress with pleading eyes wanting to shake my head side to side, but not daring to. She merely extended a hand to me, assisting me on my awkward, naked scramble up onto my desk. I stood up there atop my desk, blinking, momentarily at a loss as to what to do.
Mistress, seeing this, placed her hands on her hips and said, "Show them your cunt, girl." There were several sharp intakes of breath as the students heard the word 'cunt'. Swallowing hard, I spread my thighs apart slightly, and reached between them to grasp my labia and open myself to view.
"No. I'm afraid that won't work. You are up much too high. Sit down on the desktop, and spread your thighs wide apart." Feeling very embarrassed, I obeyed, sitting down and then closing my eyes so I would not meet the eyes of my students as I placed each of my feet at a front desk corner, fully exposing my private area.
When I failed to do anything else, my Mistress commented, "Well slut – are you just going to sit there, or are you going to continue the lesson?"
I heard a whisper go through the class as they repeated the word 'slut' to each other in very quiet voices. Remembering my Mistress' earlier command to add actions, I began touching various parts of my anatomy as I explained their name and function.
My hand slid over my mound and then down along my labia majora, gliding through the fuzzy curls there. Bracing myself with one hand behind me, I use the other to delicately part the labia majora, revealing the smooth, hairless inner lips. Of course by now these lips were glistening with my leaking juices. The earlier playing with my breasts had certainly turned on my waterworks.
I then parted the inner lips, spreading them as wide as possible, revealing not only the opening to my vagina, but also the tiny, sensitive urethral orifice just above it. And the pressure of my fingers spreading my labia apart even caused the hood which covers my clitoris to retract slightly, letting the head peek out.
I could swear I heard subtle 'OOOs' and 'AHHs' as I displayed my intimate region.
Mistress said, "It seems a little dark here, do you have a flashlight?"
"In my desk drawer Mistress," I replied.
She retrieved it, turned it on, and focused it on my display. I felt like my pussy was now in a spotlight. She also had me tilt my hips back even farther so that the students could get a better look at my perineum, and even the pucker of my anus.
I thought perhaps the lesson was complete at this point, when my Mistress said, "Surely you are forgetting something."
"What is that, Mistress?"
"Why – your cervix of course. They must see that."
"But – but I have no speculum here."
"That's okay, I'm sure you can use your fingers."
"My –" I paused – I swallowed – "my..... fingers?"
"Yes, my slut – one finger on each side and pull yourself wide open – do it."
My face crimsoning, I slid each of my index fingers deep into my vaginal tunnel, and pulled sideways, trying to relax my muscles to let myself dilate, as my Mistress shone the light up into my cunt. The students gathered close staring up inside me.
"A little wider, my pet" my Mistress instructed. I pulled even more, and apparently succeeded in bringing my cervix into view.
"Awwwwww," Amanda crowed – "how cute!" There were general murmurs of consent.
Relieved that my ordeal might be finally drawing to a close, I slipped my fingers back out of myself. But my breath caught when my Mistress said – "So that's the anatomy – now, about the sexuality. Pet, you'll have to lean back on your hands to keep giving them a good view, so I think I will have to do this part of the demonstration."
With that, her hands began caressing me. She really enjoys running her fingers through the soft curls of my outer lips, so she spent a good deal of time doing that, explaining to the class the erotic pleasures that this can generate. And then she parted my outer lips again and began stroking along my moist inner lips, making my body shudder and tremble. She pointed out to the class how this stimulation draws even more blood to the area, making the labia swell, redden, and become extremely warm to the touch. Of course, she had each student touch me there, to confirm the temperature change.
My heart was thumping so hard and fast, I thought it might try to leap out of my chest. She then opened my inner lips, revealing my vestibule once again. Moistening her fingers in my copious fluids, she began carefully rubbing the tiny knob surrounding my urethral orifice, explaining how sensitive this area is to touch. Indeed, my pelvis started shaking as she rubbed me there. I was glad that my bladder was relatively empty, because such stimulation otherwise might have made me pee all over myself.
Continuing, she took more vaginal fluid and rubbed it across my perineum, demonstrating the sensitivity of this area. When her fingertip made contact with my anal ring, the muscles there reacted by involuntary cycles of clenching and unclenching – something that made all the students giggle. This made her realize something.
Turning to the class, she said, "I don't want you to think that all of the eroticism of our bodies is concentrated in our tits and cunts. You there – what is your name?"
"Susan, Miss." she answered.
"Good – Susan I want you to try sucking on Molly's big toe. You can also try licking between her toes." Susan looked a little shocked, but she raised my foot to her face, sniffed carefully (I am so glad my feet were clean) and then began sucking. Within moments, the sensations she was producing raced up my leg, and targeted my groin.
Closing my eyes, letting my head fall back, I opened my mouth with a loud moan towards the ceiling. I was not pretending – this really got to me.
"See?" my Mistress asked. "Almost any part of your body can be highly erogenous, if approached the right way. Of course, the labia, the vestibule – this general area is awash with sensory neurons, all begging to be touched. I will demonstrate."
With that, she began stroking up and down my inner labia. Still full of shame to be on display before my students in this manner, I clamped my lips shut tightly. My Mistress, noticing this, reminded me: "You are the teacher here – it is your duty to let your students know what feels good as I demonstrate. Therefore, you had better articulate your pleasure, the louder the better."
I don't know if my face could have gotten any brighter red than it already was, but I think it tried. As her stroking continued, soft moans began to escape my lips. My Mistress went on to say, "I think students learn better when there is a kinesthetic aspect to the teaching. You other two girls – what are your names?
"Very well. Linda, you come to this side, and Judy, you go to that side. Now I want you two girls to take hold of both her inner and outer labia, and pull them to the side – out of my way." Giggling nervously, the two slender hands reached between my thighs, and I felt their cold fingertips, which seemed to be gently shaking, grasp my tender flesh. I could not stop myself – I had to look down and watch as my students pulled me open in this manner. Once again, the cooler air of the classroom entered my vestibule.
But the coolness did not last long, because my Mistress now inserted one finger into my vagina. She described for the students the temperature, the wetness, and the textures of my vaginal passage as her finger cruised deeper and deeper. By turning her wrist, she made it clear exactly where her fingertip was at each description.
When she swiveled her wrist to make her finger press against the front wall of my tunnel, she described how the tissue felt softer and squishier here – my G spot. As she pressed and rubbed, to my great embarrassment, my pussy rewarded each press with a gentle spurt of fluid. Mistress asked if anyone wished to taste this fluid.
Judy and Linda both immediately shook their heads, but Amanda said "I do."
Mistress smiled at her. "Go ahead, my dear, help yourself."
And Amanda glided her finger through my fluid and then popped it into her mouth, sucking vigorously, her lips curling into a smile around her finger. All during this, my moans were increasing in frequency and volume.
"Hmmm, it looks as if my pet is getting close," my Mistress stated as she slipped a second finger into my cunt, fucking me faster and harder now. "Perhaps it is time for you to demonstrate what orgasm looks like. Do you want to cum, my little slut?"
I moaned, "Yes Mistress – oh yes!"
"Beg for it, you nasty little slut!"
My need was now so great that at this moment I was beyond shame. I cried out loud, "Please Mistress! Please let me cum! Your cunt girl is begging you!"
At this open display of my submission, my Mistress smiled and said, "Amanda, stroke her clit." As Amanda began to do so, my Mistress commanded me, "Now give us all a good cum, my little slut!"
And I did.
I arched my back, shook like a leaf, and released a gush of fluid from my cunt that spread over the surface of my desk, some dripping onto the floor. As I began my release, my Mistress pulled her fingers out of my cunt, to give all the students a good look at it, as it spewed.
I was still quivering with aftershocks when she commanded me to lick up my mess. Dazed, I obeyed, lapping up the fluids from my desk surface, and even the floor.
"I feel that every good teaching lesson requires a recap of what has been learned – I'm sure you all agree," opined my Mistress. I quickly glanced around the room to see four smiling faces nodding their agreement. "Who wishes to volunteer for this assignment?" Amanda was very quick to raise her hand. "I thought it might be you," chuckled my Mistress. "Very well – begin."
To my astonishment, Amanda then shimmied out of her skirt. She went on to remove her panties as well, and proceeded to walk, bottomless, to the farthest point of the room. I could not help but admire the movements of her lush, naked buttocks as she walked away from us.
Turning, she faced me and said, "Get down on your hands and knees."
Internally, I rebelled, standing firm with my fists clenched – after all, she was my student.
And then she used the Voice, as she had witnessed my Mistress use it. "I said – get down on your hands and knees, you worthless slut!" The tone struck me to my core, and my knees buckled, and I found myself down on all fours, looking across the room at her. She smiled, and said, "You are learning, pet. Now crawl slowly to me."
As I started to shuffle forward, she cried out using the Voice, "No! No! I want your tits to scrape the floor as you crawl!" Blushing, I put my hands farther in front of me, lowering my shoulders, until I felt my breasts make contact with the floor.
Again I started to move forward. Again she interrupted me. "Shouldn't you still be teaching us? After all, we are paying you to learn."
Like some automaton, I began babbling about female hormonal cycles, the next topic. As I look back on this moment, it seems so surreal – me crawling naked through my classroom toward a half dressed student, scraping my tits on the floor, lecturing about hormones.
After an eternity, I reached her feet.
"Look up here now, you silly girl."
As my face swiveled up, Amanda parted her thighs and ran her fingers delicately over her sex, stating, "These are my labia." She parted her labia, and holding herself open, slowly peeled back her clitoral hood and said, "This is my clitoris. Stick out your tongue, I will use that as my pointer."
Sinking once again into my submissive state, I did as I was told. Amanda then grasped the hair at the back of my head, and pulled my tongue to her clit, moving my head up and down and side to side to make my tongue flick against it.
Tilting her pelvis backwards, keeping herself spread wide, she then lowered my head slightly to make my tongue tap at her urethra. "This is my urethra, where my piss emerges." And, to my surprise and horror, she began peeing onto my tongue and into my open mouth!
Seeing this, my Mistress laughed and applauded. The other three class members stood in shocked silence. Her piss had filled my mouth, it was beginning to spill over my chin. "Swallow, you slut! Don't waste it!" My throat began to work reflexively, clearing my mouth. When the last drops finally emerged from her tiny opening, she lowered my face a bit further, and said, "And this is my vagina – stick your tongue out further."
Beginning to moan with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. She pulled my head hard against her crotch, plunging my tongue deep inside her. "Now slut, work that tongue and those lips – eat my cunt. I want to feel the tip of your tongue lapping against my cervix – we all know where that is now." As I began eating her pussy, I heard Amanda directing the other students. "Linda, take both of her wrists into one of your hands, and hold them against the small of her back – with your other hand, show her what you know about her perineum and anus."
I felt my wrists seized and pulled behind me. A moment later Linda's hand began exploring the delicate tissues between my cunt and my anus, as she gave a rolling commentary of what she was feeling and doing. She even dipped a finger into the fluids now streaming from my cunt, and started rubbing it against my anal ring. I started moaning a protest into Amanda's cunt, but I was ignored. I tried clenching my anus tightly closed to prevent intrusion, but was rewarded with a sharp crack of a palm across my ass – the sting of it brought tears to my eyes.
"Open up," Linda commanded. I swallowed my pride – along with a lot of juices pulsating from Amanda's cunt, and relaxed my anus. I groaned up into Amanda's cunt as the finger speared up into my tight nether tunnel. Linda obviously enjoyed buggering me, because she began finger fucking me there rhythmically.
Amanda, gasping a little, now directed, "Judy – explain what you learned about her tits." Judy immediately got into the spirit of the thing, grabbing my breasts in her hot hands, kneading them as she described their internal structures, and then taking great delight in toying with my areolae, and aching nipples. She alternated between giving me pleasure, and giving me torment with her highly skilled hands. I suspected that my tits were not the first that she had manipulated in such a fashion.
But my attention was distracted from my tits as Amanda told Susan, "Her cunt is yours to explain as she gets me off, Susan. But be careful – don't let her cum." Amanda began grinding her cunt against my face, her juices wetting it thoroughly.
Susan carefully fondled me as she explained the location of my mount, clitoris, urethra, both sets of labia, and vagina. As she explored my vagina, she also mentioned my G spot as she caressed it, and then plunged her finger so deeply that I felt it brush against my cervix. As she mentioned this organ, her touch there made me jerk and howl into Amanda's cunt. Amanda released a howl of her own, and began jetting her cum juices down my throat, as her orgasm took control of her body.
When Amanda finally regained her composure, she released my head and stepped back slightly to assess the current situation. Linda was gleefully finger fucking my ass; Judy was happily stretching and rolling my tits; and Susan's hand was busy at my cunt – from the look on my face, Amanda could tell I was simmering – nearing another orgasm.
She questioned me, "Do you want to cum again, you nasty slut?"
I bit my lip and nodded vigorously.
"I didn't hear your answer – better speak up."
Swallowing, I looked up at her, pleading, "Please let me cum."
Smiling, she directed the other students, "Linda – hold your finger still; Judy – just cover her tit with your hand; Susan – keep two fingers inside her cunt, but hold your hand still. Now, all of you – lower her down to the floor, so Susan's hand rests on the floor under her." As they did so, she said, "Just hold your hands steady where they are. If this slut really wants to cum, let her do the work. Okay, teach – you want so badly to cum? Show us!"
Without even thinking, I began grinding my cunt on Susan's hand, the movements making Linda's finger travel in and out of my ass, my breast pressing – sometimes slapping – against Judy's hand. It did not take very long. Very quickly that sensation formed in the core of my body, and blossomed into a magnificent orgasm.
As I writhed on my students hands, erupting pussy juices all over the floor from my spasming cunt, Amanda took the opportunity to take out her cell phone, and recorded this scene for posterity. This would give them the power to make me their sex slave.
But my Mistress had other ideas. Walking over to Amanda, she said "Tut, tut there girl. Taking pictures without my permission? Perhaps you forget this slut is mine."
"Very sorry, Miss." Amanda said, and handed over her camera.
To my relief, Mistress erased all the images that showed me. But then the other three girls began to protest, saying "Amanda, got to cum – what about the rest of us, teach?" A nod from my Mistress, and it was the beginning of a very long and exhausting afternoon for me. Chapter 2: I was burning up with curiosity.
Mistress Polly had given me a sealed envelope that morning. On the outside, she had written: "To be delivered to Amanda privately at the end of the school day." She had given me no idea as to its contents. I admit that I had been somewhat concerned about how the students would react -- how they would treat me -- after the humiliating acts of unbridled submission that I had done during Mistress Polly's recent visit. However, as the days passed, things seem to have settled back to our normal routine, with me lecturing and the students absorbing the information. In fact, if anything they seemed more attentive and their scores on my exams were superb.
Burning a hole in my pocket, that inexplicable envelope altered my perception of this day. My eyes kept wandering over to where Amanda sat. Her blonde hair, as usual, had a wild, lion's mane appearance and cascaded over her shoulders to reach halfway down her back. Her green eyes watched me intently as I lectured, her gaze so piercing that I had flashbacks of kneeling at her feet, looking up her statuesque torso into those greedy eyes as she ground her cunt against my eager mouth. This youthful looking thirty-something woman had started this day wearing a black zippered sweatshirt with a hood, and below that, sleek black slacks. Her feet, shod in elegant black pumps with sensible heels, completed the look. But as the day progressed and the room warmed up, she took off the sweatshirt. Underneath it she wore a thin, sleeveless, scoop necked blouse -- also in that ominous black. The tops of her creamy breasts bulged enticingly through the scooped opening. I was grateful that she was wearing a bra under it, because otherwise I would probably have spent the entire day staring at her nipples; I'm sure they would have been visible tenting the thin fabric.
Normally the school day seemed to fly by. But not today. I had caught Amanda's attention earlier, and quietly indicated to her that I had something to deliver to her at the end of the day. Now time seemed to drag, as I waited for that moment to arrive. Finally the class day ended and as the other students said their goodbyes and shuffled out, Amanda spent more time than usual gathering up her books in preparation of leaving. And then we were alone.
I explained how Mistress Polly wished me to give her this envelope in private, as I handed it to her. With a puzzled expression on her face, she tore it open carefully and began reading. I watched her face carefully. Her expression changed from perplexed to surprised, and then transformed into elation. With a huge grin, she handed me the letter. I read:
"Amanda, I observed how you handled yourself during my visit to the class. I was very impressed by your raw talent in handling my girl molly. Your instincts seemed excellent, but as I am sure you will agree, you need more practice. Consequently, I have decided to lend you my girl molly for this evening, and overnight. If this day is not convenient for you, we can arrange some future date. Practice, but keep in mind that molly always belongs to me -- use her well. I expect her to be returned undamaged."
And it was signed by my devious and amazing Mistress.
I looked up from it, and saw Amanda wearing such a triumphant expression! My heart started racing in my chest, and my knees quivered, threatening to buckle. I was of two minds: part of me hoped that today was not convenient so that I would have time to get used to the idea; the rest of me felt like a moth seeing a flame, drawn irresistibly toward it.
Amanda solved my dilemma very promptly, saying "Tonight is perfect. So, Professor Cactus, as of this moment, do I understand correctly that you are mine?"
I slowly nodded.
"Answer my question!" she snapped.
My mouth going dry at her tone, I managed to choke out "Yes, I am yours."
"You will address me as Miss, or Miss Amanda -- do you understand?"
I lowered my eyes and murmured, "Yes Miss Amanda."
"And you will be addressed as slut, or pet, or girl as the mood strikes me. You are, after all, a slut. A lowly, nasty slut. Correct?"
I kept my eyes downcast, whispering, "Yes Miss Amanda"
"Very well. Go lock the door, and then crawl back here to me." I was startled as to how quickly she shifted into using The Voice. Mind whirling, I hurried to the door and closed the lock. Sinking down onto my hands and knees, I began crawling back to where she stood waiting for me. As I approached her, she slipped off one of her black pumps, and extended her foot to me, saying "I believe you know what I want from my pet." Without replying, I crawled the rest of the way to her foot and began kissing it, signifying my unalloyed submission to her. I must admit that I rather enjoy worshiping feet and I got a bit carried away, kissing and licking. Amanda tolerated it for a while, and then used her damp foot to push me back away. "Not a bad start, slut" was her comment.
"The other day, you were wearing panties that were practically nonexistent. Show me what you are wearing today." Complying, I came upright on my knees, and lifted the hem of my skirt, thankful that these panties were sensible cotton ones. Amanda laughed as they came into view. "Quite a change, Professor" she chortled. "Pull them down as far as your knees." I found that I could not meet her eyes as I slipped them down as commanded, my face heating up. "Back on your hands and knees, slut. I want to see my pet crawling around the room." The panties acted like flexible cuffs, impeding my shuffling crawl. "Stop! Flip your skirt up onto your back and make sure it stays there -- I want a good view of your ass as you move." I reached back and dragged the material up onto the small of my back, mortified at the scandalous show that I was putting on for her benefit. I found that I had to keep my shoulders low as I crawled now, to make my skirt hem stay in place. But once again Amanda's instincts proved correct -- this humbling display caused me to sink into a deeply submissive state.
"I think it's time to take you to my home. Stand up and take off all of your clothes. Place them on your desk."
"But... but... I can't go out the door naked, Miss Amanda," I protested.
Her hand flew up and cracked across my face. "This is not a debate -- do as you are told!" Shocked from the blow and the pain that exploded in my cheek, I hastened to obey, and soon my clothing was piled on my desk, leaving me nude, and feeling very vulnerable. "Let me see," she mused. "I want to secure your hands. I don't suppose you have handcuffs with you, do you?"
It had never occurred to me to lug around a set of handcuffs in my purse, but rather than stating this, I merely replied "No Miss."
Sighing, she picked up my bra. "I guess this will have to do. Turn around, and put your hands behind your back." As I did so, I felt her tying my wrists together with my bra. She picked up the rest of my garments, and placed them in her book bag. "You might want these back tomorrow -- here, carry them." And saying that, she hooked the straps of the bag over my fingers.
"Come on, let's get going." She grabbed my elbow, and started pulling me towards the locked door. My heart surged into my throat. She was going to drag me naked through the hallways and the parking lot to her car! I groaned out loud in dismay. But she was merely tormenting me -- enjoying my discomfort -- playing with her new toy. When she reached the door, she made me wait as she went and fetched a long overcoat. She draped it over my shoulders, and buttoned it closed -- but only a couple of the buttons in front of my belly. She left the top and bottom buttons undone. My breasts, being rather small, did not threaten to spill out of the top opening. But I found that if I lengthened my stride, the bottom parted enough to flash my pussy. So I was forced to walk with mincing steps to keep up with Amanda as we proceeded out of the building and to her car. When we got to her car, she reached under the back of the overcoat to take the book bag from my hands and place it in the backseat. I was very glad that there was no one around in the parking lot to see me attempting to climb into her car, because in doing so I had to splay my legs apart for balance, and I would have put on an X-rated show for any bystanders.
Once Amanda had my seatbelt secured, she undid the overcoat buttons, and parted it enough to make my torso fully available to her hand as she drove. She seemed to delight in causing me pain. Her finger and thumb seized my left nipple in a vice like grip, squeezing the blood out of it and stretching forward. The sharp hiss of painful breath that this caused made her smile. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this evening so much," she said. "I doubt that you will enjoy it very much though."
She ran a sharp fingernail slowly down my torso, making me squirm in my seat. As her hand neared my mound, I shifted my thighs closer together protectively. Her open hand cracked sharply against my naked thigh, leaving a bright red mark. "During the entire time that you are mine, you will not attempt to deny me access to any part of your body," she instructed. "Now get your fucking thighs open!"
Quivering with conflicted emotion, I spread my knees wide apart, feeling my labia partially open as they adhered slightly to my inner thighs. One of my labia became her target as her fingers now seized it and gave it a painful twist. The pain intensified as she kept turning her wrist, millimeter by millimeter. The bra that tied my hands together was not very strong -- I probably could have broken it, and freed my hands -- but I feared what she might do to me if I did. Worse yet was the thought of disappointing Mistress Polly. So instead, I cried out "Please stop Miss. Please -- I beg you -- stop!"
This is apparently what she wanted. She said "Begging is delightful -- I like that." And she let go. My mind reacted strangely: pleased that the intense pain had stopped; saddened at the loss of physical contact, and yes, even the loss of feeling disciplined.
Fortunately for my tormented pussy lip, it was only a short ride to her house. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of my night as her guinea pig. Normally, I enjoy submission and discipline, as Mistress Polly well knows. But I was sensing a strong streak of sadism in Miss Amanda. I admit this triggered in me a wave of fear. Before having me get out of her car, she unbuttoned the overcoat covering me completely, I had to walk hunched over to prevent it from falling off of my nude body. Entering her house, I found it comfortably warm. This was good because I was naked for the rest of my time there.
Amanda fetched a dog collar, which she buckled tightly in place. The wide band of leather closing on my neck was very evocative; another step in being claimed. Being collared is a very significant act to me. I must admit that my neck feels taller when I am collared, because it gives me a feeling of pride that someone finds me valuable enough to claim, even if they refer to me with derogatory names. Miss Amanda clipped a leash to my collar, adding to her control. She also produced a butt plug with a bushy tail and I flushed with the realization that I was indeed being transformed into her pet. She commanded me to kneel down, lower my shoulders to the floor, and spread my ass cheeks. The burning sensation of her screwing the butt plug into my dry anal opening made me whimper. Pulling on the leash, she made me crawl around her house, wagging my tail as I moved. If I failed to wag it vigorously enough to satisfy her, or if I was unable to grip it firmly enough, and it managed to fall out, she swatted my ass with a flyswatter, striking harder and harder with each infraction.
Tiring of this play, she discarding the butt plug, and led me to her basement. Still crawling, I felt the absence of the butt plug almost as keenly as its presence; my anal opening probably gaped open for quite some time. Crawling down the steps and reaching the basement floor, I knelt on the cold and gritty concrete surface, my head lowered, staring down. Miss Amanda's hand came into view, holding a ballgag, which she shoved roughly into my mouth. Buckling the straps behind my head resulted in some hair being caught and pulled painfully. She now had me stand up -- a relief for my knees -- but tied my wrists tightly together in front of me and lifted my arms to place the loop of the bindings over a hook dangling from a floor joist overhead. This made me stretch up high, standing on my tiptoes, my body completely unprotected. The worst thing about my situation was that Miss Amanda and I had not agreed upon a safeword or gesture. There was no way for me to signal my need for her to stop, if necessary. I tried protesting loudly through the gag, but could only make incoherent sounds.
Miss Amanda picked up a long, thin, supple wooden rod and swished it through the air several times. "Lift your left foot up behind you," she demanded. As I did so, the rod cracked harshly against the tender sole of my foot. "Lower that foot, and raise the other," she directed. I obeyed, and was rewarded with another stinging blow to the sole of that foot. This went on for an indeterminate period of time, until both of my feet ached as I placed my weight on them. My mind was losing its grip on reality, the pain suffusing my entire consciousness. Yet inexplicably and simultaneously, something peaceful possessed me.
My agony increased as she took a handful of clothes pins, clamping their cruel jaws around the periphery of each of my breasts, adding a couple to my labia for good measure. She left me like this for several minutes while she went back upstairs, returning with a nasty looking flogger. She began striking me with its strands, lightly at first. She walked slowly around me, methodically covering my back, belly, ass, and pussy -- apparently not wanting to dislodge the pattern of clothes pins on my tits.
As the pain built, the sounds I was making through the gag began increasing in volume. This seemed to goad her into hitting me harder, until she went into a frenzy -- staring at me with an almost manic expression as I danced and twisted in my suspension, trying desperately to anticipate the blows in an effort to soften them. With my garbled vocalizations, head movements, and pleading expression, I was trying to signal 'red light' (my safeword) to her. But either she did not understand, or she chose to ignore my plea . She had me jerking so hard that the clothes pins fell off -- the now numbed, discolored skin suddenly awoke as the pressure came off of my nerve endings, flooding my nervous system with such a shock that I slumped unconscious. I'm not sure when she finally noticed this, and stopped.
I came to, and found myself laying untied and ungagged on the basement floor, doused with cold water. If I was expecting an apology from her for her excessive behavior, I did not receive one. She did, however, help me get to my feet, and rubbed the dirt and water from my body with a towel. Administering my beating had aroused her so much that she took me immediately to her bed.
She hastily tore off her clothing, and pulled me up onto the soft surface with her. "I need you to make me cum," she said. "Use your mouth and your fingers." I was so angry because of the way she treated me that I refused. But instead of using The Voice and her natural authority to overcome my objections, she began pleading with me, begging me to lick her. Propped on her pillows, her hands playing with her tits, she even offered them to me to suckle, to try to get my mood to change. She adopted a wheedling tone, betraying such a need that my mood began to soften. She groped her pussy with several fingers, and offered me those to taste. At that, something seemed to break loose inside of me. After sucking her fingers clean, I allowed her to position my face where she wanted it. I wanted to please her, it felt right, so I worshiped her pussy and slid my fingers into her cunt, fucking fast and deep. Her sighs let me know it was appreciated.
Her manner changed again after she had several (yes several -- the inner slut in me demands that once I start, I find it difficult to stop) mind-blowing orgasms (giving me none in return). She chained me naked to the floor at the foot of her bed for the rest of the night. So much for the greedy, needy girl that had inhabited her body briefly. The full-fledged Dominant had returned with a vengeance. The house cooled for its night cycle and I shivered on the cold floor. The coolness helped with the burning sensations left from her flogging.
In the morning, I explained to her that I had to pee. She led me on the leash to the bathroom, pulling me past the toilet to the bathtub. She commanded, once again in full control of The Voice, "Climb in, slut. Lay down on your back. Raise your hips. Spread your labia open." Desperate for relief, I assumed this awkward position. "All right, pet. Piss!" I certainly did not want to, but my bursting bladder finally lost its battle. My piss arced up, curving into a yellow fountain, and splashed on my tummy and lower chest, running in a hot stream up to my shoulders and neck. She laughed at my humiliation, of course. When I had finished, she said, "I probably cannot return you to class smelling like a public urinal. Take a shower, slut."
Toweling off, afterwards, I looked in mirror, twisting and turning to examine most of my body. I was horrified to see welts and bruises everywhere! Fortunately, my clothes covered them all, but I winced as I dressed gingerly. On the drive to the school, I learned that I could neither put all my weight onto the seat cushion, nor could I rest my back against the back of the seat. My feet ached in my tight shoes. I was constantly reminded of the brutal and magnificent power that Miss Amanda had displayed.
And I could not help but worry, "What will my Mistress say, when she sees the state I am in, when I return home after school?" Chapter 3: To say that my Mistress was angry would be quite an understatement.
At the end of the school day I returned to our home. Mistress Polly greeted me with a question, "How did your evening with Amanda go, my pet?" (see "Class Time - Ch. 02").
As I was trying to decide how to answer, I walked close to her and knelt down so that I could kiss her foot as I usually do in greeting her. This simple act of worship always thrills me, giving me a chance to express my gratitude and love for her. But her trained eye noticed the awkwardness of my movements, so different from my characteristic grace.
She allowed me to kiss her foot, but then said quietly, "Stand up, pet, and remove your clothing. Let me see you."
I did as I was told, but could not prevent myself from wincing as I eased myself out of my garments. For some unfathomable reason, I could not look her in the eyes as I revealed my body. Therefore, I did not see her expression but I did hear a sharp intake of breath from her as my battered, bruised flesh came into view.
"This is how Amanda returns the gift that I gave her? I specifically instructed that you should be returned undamaged!"
Knowing that was not a question that she actually wished me to answer, I stood silently as she walked around me, touching me gently and inspecting the extent of the damage. Finally, she asked, "What exactly did Amanda do to you to cause this?"
"Most of what you see is probably due to the harsh flogging that she gave me, Mistress. She seemed to go into a sort of frenzy, striking very viciously."
I still could not meet her eyes, but I felt my body trembling with emotion as I recalled those moments.
"So when Amanda went out of control, why did you not use your safeword?" Mistress asked, quite reasonably.
"I was gagged and suspended, Mistress. She and I had not agreed upon either a safeword or a signal for any emergencies," I replied, hearing my voice starting to break.
Inexplicably, I began thinking that perhaps what had occurred was in some way my fault. Perhaps because I am a teacher, and that was a 'training' session for Miss Amanda. Maybe I should have immediately started discussing safewords when were in the car driving to Miss Amanda's house. But she was in control of me; was it my place to correct her, or in any way tell her what to do? And yet she is young and inexperienced, and I have more knowledge than she; maybe it was indeed up to me. My mind was whirling with confusion.
My Mistress may have sensed my thoughts, because with an apologetic tone of voice she said, "Oh my dear pet. I feel that I have failed you. I completely misjudged Amanda's readiness, and put you in a dangerous situation. I should have been there, observing and directing. I will try to make it up to you. Come with me."
With that, she led me to the bathroom. She removed her own clothing, rather than commanding that I do it. My heart accelerated, as it always does when my Mistress becomes nude in my presence.
She is several inches taller than me, and my aches, pains and stiffness did not detract one bit from my appreciation of her body as she revealed it. My eyes drank in the sight of her cascade of honey-brown hair, her sensuous mouth, and her eyes that are such a beautiful blue when she is pleased, and that mysteriously transform to a piercing green when she is angry. And her neck -- the safest place in the world for me, when she allows me to nestle there.
As she shrugged off her upper clothing, my mouth watered as her generous breasts came into view. I longed to run my fingertips from their pale bases up to their dark rose colored peaks. Her belly is another place I love to worship, pressing my lips against her flesh there, tasting her, inhaling her scent, rubbing my cheeks against her warm softness.
As her remaining clothing pooled at her feet, my eyes were drawn to her neatly trimmed bush of honey gold pubic hair, so curly and downy and soft to the touch, as well I know. Next they traveled the wondrous journey down her shapely thighs and legs, all the way to her dainty toes. I am sure this display was part of my therapy.
Turning to the shower, she treated my to a lovely view of her buttocks as she adjusted the water temperature. Either she was being extra careful to get it exactly right, or she was giving me extra time to admire those pert cheeks that I love so much to service in any manner she requires.
Carefully, she helped me to get under the spray. Joined me. Took the soap and lathered me. Shampooed my hair.
Under her gentle ministrations, the protective knots and spasms that had formed in my muscles began to melt. When she could, she held me against her, cradling and cuddling me under the soothing spray. This display of her love and caring touched me so deeply that I began quietly crying. Crying with happiness. My tears were washed away by the flow of the water, but I was certain my Mistress was aware of my emotions.
"Are you feeling better now, my dear pet?" she whispered into my ear. Her intimate tone invited me to snuggle closer, my head cradled against her neck, her bush gently brushing my buttocks with each of her breaths.
"Yes, Mistress. Your cherished cunt girl feels infinitely better now", I answered, turning my head and gazing once again into her lovely eyes, which were now a glittering blue.
"Good. I am very pleased to hear that." A smile broke out on her lips. "Now for the ultimate test. Does my cunt girl feel good enough to cum?"
I felt my heart skip a beat. Both of us pressed together naked; of course I felt good enough. "Yes, Mistress", I replied, reinforcing my answer with vigorous nodding.
"Why did I know that would be your response?" she said with a laugh. "Very well. I give you permission to cum; you do not have to beg this time."
My back was pressed against her front, with my head cradled between her neck and her left shoulder. Both of her arms embraced me. Her left arm encircled my torso at the level of my breasts, her left hand caressing them into ecstasy. Her right arm came around my right flank, and her right hand slipped through the folds of my labia, her fingers stroking my vaginal tunnel, while her thumb toyed expertly with my very sensitive clit.
Having such tenderness rained upon me by this woman that I love and serve quickly brought me to my orgasmic peak. I tried to hold back. I wanted this moment -- this pleasure -- to last as long as possible. My excitement climbed higher and higher, until I stood at a dizzying height of arousal. My energy could no longer be contained in the restrictive confines of my body. It blasted loose, channeling itself outward between my quivering thighs, carrying with it a copious amount of my nectar, propelled by my rippling vaginal muscles.
My Mistress continued caressing me both externally and internally at my breasts and cunt, ensuring that my release would be complete. When I gave a shuddering gasp and slumped in her arms, she switched to merely holding me until I eventually regained control of my legs.
"Thank you, Mistress," I finally managed to whisper. "That was simply... amazing."
"That scream as you came was a pretty solid clue that you were enjoying it," she chuckled.
She kissed my temple, and assisted me out of the shower. Drying us both off, she took me into her bed and we talked for quite some time in greater detail about my experience with Amanda.
She summarized, "So Amanda made several mistakes. While her behavior with you at the school, and in her car was acceptable, she did not take the time to discuss your limits with you. By the time she got you to her house, it still had not occurred to her to establish some agreed-upon safeword with you. Knowing she was going to gag you, she also did not formulate some manner for you to indicate with a gesture or sounds that you needed to safeword.
"She apparently also lost control of her actions during your flogging. A Mistress must always retain her control. And I am completely astonished to hear that she begged you to do something for her, rather than remaining in command. I can see that she needs a firm hand instructing her. I have just the hand to do it."
Very soon thereafter, I was handing Amanda another sealed envelope. This time, I knew what its contents said:
"Amanda, molly's report gives me a good idea of the progress that you are making. You are showing good potential, but I feel that you might benefit more if I were present to assist in your actions and development. Consequently I would like to bring molly on a visit to your house. Some time on a weekend would be preferable. Perhaps this Saturday, or the one after that. Please let me know via molly if either of those are convenient for you."
I could see the gleam in her eyes, and the wolfish smile that chased around her lips as she imagined once again having me under her control.
"Please tell your Miss that I already have a commitment for this Saturday, but next Saturday is completely open. I would love for her to bring you for a visit then."
This felt like good news to me. It would give me another week and a half to heal. Some of the smaller bruises had already faded, but I was still not moving with my usual fluidity.
On the appointed Saturday, Mistress drove us to Amanda's. Before our arrival she had asked Amanda if she could pull her car into Amanda's garage. I don't know if Amanda thought that to be an unusual request, but she told Mistress that half of the two-car garage was empty, and she would leave its door open.
After we drove in, Amanda greeted Mistress at the door between the garage and the house. At Mistress's bidding, she pushed the button which closed the garage door, plunging its interior into gloom.
We proceeded into the well appointed living room, where Mistress sat in a comfortable chair, and I sank to a kneeling position by her side. As before, Amanda's house was comfortably warm. Amanda offered us cool drinks, so Mistress quietly gave me a command. "Crawl back to the car and fetch your water bowl, pet."
"Yes Mistress," I said with a smile, crawling happily away.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amanda regarding me with an amused grin as Mistress explained, "I brought some of my equipment in the car, in case we needed it."
I returned, clenching my water bowl in my teeth, and proudly plopped it near my Mistress's foot. Amanda gave my Mistress her drink, and poured mine into my bowl. I lapped at it, much as a dog would, trapping the drink between my tongue and the far side of the bowl so that I could scoop it more efficiently into my mouth. I believe I heard Amanda chuckling, but I did not look up to verify this. The drink was cool, sugary and refreshing; I was glad to have the extra energy for what I imagined was to come during our visit here.
When I had finished my drink, Mistress spoke to me, "Pet, strip for us, erotically."
Obediently, I rose to my feet and began imagining sensuous music. My body began swaying; my hips began grinding and churning as my fingers plucked teasingly at my clothes. Layer by slow layer I peeled away my garments, tossing each one artistically aside as it became free from my body.
Even after I was completely naked, my Mistress let me continue to dance until my body glowed with a healthy sheen of sweat. The bruises and welts were completely gone, and my muscles moved easily. I let my hands glide over my skin, adding pleasurable sensations to my movements. My fingernails teased my areolae until they crinkled, my finger pads dancing over their pebbled textures. Still dancing, I cupped my breasts, offering them to my Mistress, and to Amanda, wanting to seduce them both with my gifts. The air around me was perfumed with the scent that I emit when I am mildly aroused and happy.
Mistress complemented me, saying, "Excellent, pet. Now kneel close enough to let the heat from your body warm my leg."
As I did so, Mistress fell into discussion with Amanda, covering some of the aspects of Amanda's earlier treatment of me, showing how thoroughly she visualized our interactions. She praised Amanda's control and humiliation of me in the classroom, her clever use of the overcoat in conveying me from the school to her home. She laughed, along with Amanda, about the fun it must have been to transform me into her puppy, complete with collar, tail, and leash. She soon had Amanda glowing with pride -- almost preening herself.
"Now I would like to see your basement. I gather that a good deal of interesting actions took place there. But before we do that, would you show me your wardrobe? I would like to see you dressed in something sexy, revealing, and appropriate."
I could tell that Amanda was flattered by this request. Leaving me sitting by Mistress's chair, the two of them went into Amanda's bedroom. I am still not certain what transpired in that bedroom, but when they emerged I was surprised to see Amanda walking on black stilettos that must have had 6 inch spike heels, and wearing only two pieces of black leather. A combination bra and corset clung to her top, while leather briefs snugly covered her sex.
"Collar molly's neck as you did before and attach her leash, Amanda. Then lead her down the stairs, so I can watch."
Amanda was only too happy to comply. She took the leather collar and strapped it snugly to my neck. I knelt up straighter as she did this, both to make my neck more available to her, but also to let my naked body 'accidentally' brush against the warm leather covering hers.
As she bent over to clip the leash to my collar, her ample breasts threatened to spill out over the top of the bra that encased them. I licked my lips reflexively, as I imagined what those luscious globes would taste like in my mouth. I shivered in delight, imagining them tumbling into view and being ordered to assist in tucking them back into place. But Amanda straightened up, giving the leash a sharp tug, leading me to the stairs that descended into her basement.
Mistress watched all this carefully, then said, "Fine. Now, concerning the way that you tied molly's wrists. There is a special method that secures the wrists firmly, but safely. Hand me the rope please."
Amanda fetched a length of rope and handed it to Mistress. Anticipating her next command, I rocked back onto my heels, lifting my arms.
Mistress looked at me. "No, pet. For Amanda to truly understand the benefit of this knot, she must experience it for herself. Amanda, hold out your arms for me."
She used The Voice to reinforce this last sentence. Amanda blinked, but raised her arms. Seemingly faster than I can write this, my Mistress expertly tied Amanda's wrists snugly, leaving a loop between them. Before Amanda could think to react, Mistress grabbed her forearms and lifted them, flipping the loop over the hook suspended from the joist above. A slight tug on the pulley rope, and Amanda was stretched up onto tiptoe in her stilettos.
"What are you doing?" Amanda was genuinely confused.
Mistress ignored her question, turning to me to say, "Fetch me a ball gag, my pet. You will be my handmaiden for this lesson."
I found a ball gag, offering it to her. "Go ahead, pet. Strap that onto her for me. Make it nice and snug."
Amanda began to protest. Mistress took hold of Amanda's chin, locking eyes with her. "Hush. This is part of your training. Open your mouth."
Once again The Voice worked its magic. With no further fuss, Amanda opened her mouth, permitting me to insert the ball gag. My facial expressions and body language disclosed the glee that I felt as I pulled the straps so tight that Amanda could barely make any sounds. It felt so good to be turning the tables on her.
Noticing this, my Mistress sobered me at once. Her command rang out, echoing off the stark walls of the basement, "On your knees, pet! Now!"
I heard the displeasure in her voice, so as I dropped to my knees I lowered my gaze, assuming a neutral expression.
"Listen to me very carefully, my pet. In school, you are Amanda's teacher; that role has not changed. Outside of school, you are a natural submissive, just as Amanda and I are natural dominants. I have decided that the best way to illustrate some of the mistakes that Amanda made is for her to experience them first hand from the viewpoint of the submissive.
"You are here as my handmaiden, assisting me in this instruction. I want to make it very clear that even though you will observe Amanda in this role of a submissive, I do not want you to lose any respect for her. When her lesson is over, she will still be a dominant, and you will still be a submissive. If I choose to lend you to her for more practice, I expect you to obey her as you would me. Do you understand?"
I kept my gaze downward as I answered humbly, "Yes, Mistress. I am here to serve."
Turning her attention to Amanda she said, "That goes for you as well. When you are in her classroom, you are her student. She is your professor. I will not countenance any disrespect from you toward her in that role. She has a lot of knowledge to share with you and the other students. You will not attempt to dominate her in any manner without my approval. Rest assured that molly will not think less of you for seeing you submitting to me for this lesson. Do you understand all this, and agree to it? Either nod agreement, or shake your head."
I looked up into Amanda's face, and saw her eyes, a lovely shade of brown dotted with flecks of gold, looking deeply into Mistress's eyes. She nodded her agreement. Mistress smiled and rewarded her with a gentle caress along her cheek.
Turning back to me, Mistress leaned over, patting my head tenderly. "Crawl to the car and fetch my crop for me."
I scooted away on all fours, happy that I could crawl naked into a gloomy garage rather than out onto the driveway. My Mistress thinks ahead. I returned with her crop clenched my teeth, conveying with my eyes what a joy it is to serve her.
"I have decided to call you mandy, to give you a better taste of being the submissive," my Mistress said to Amanda.
Turning to me, she went on to say, "Undress mandy for me, my pet."
My hands went to the back of the corset, beginning to unlace it. I could not see Amanda's eyes as I did this, but I had to wonder what she was thinking as she stood helpless, being made more vulnerable moment by moment. The corset finally came free, and I respectfully folded it, placing it on a table.
Kneeling down behind Amanda, I slipped the stilettos off of her feet. Remaining on my knees, I took hold of the leather briefs and pulled downward. It took a little wriggling of my hands to work the tight fitting garment free from her hips, but once it reached her thighs removing it was easy.
I enjoyed the view of Amanda's nude back and buttocks, and the interesting mixture of Amanda's scent mixed with that of leather. My Mistress, standing on the other side of her undoubtedly also enjoyed the view of her full breasts, firm tummy, and the golden down that covered the valley between her thighs.
Mistress adjusted the pulley rope so that Amanda could stand on her tiptoes, now that her shoes were gone.
"Kneel by my left side, my dear girl. I want you to have a good view," Mistress instructed me.
She waited until I had settled myself, then without a hint of anger or malice suddenly struck Amanda harshly with the crop four times. The first blow caught her on her belly, which made her bend forward slightly. The next two blows struck each breast with deadly accuracy, Amanda flinching backwards from the pain. This, of course, pushed her hips forward. The final blow struck her squarely on her cunt.
It all happened so fast that Amanda could only start to scream behind her gag after the fourth blow had registered. Tears sprang from her eyes and she danced on tiptoes swaying back and forth. Mistress gave her a minute or two to fully appreciate the sensations; then stepped quietly to her side and delivered four more cruel strokes with her crop. These struck Amanda on each ass cheek, and on the back of each thigh. I winced each time I heard the crack of the crop on her bare flesh, imagining the sharp pain she must be feeling.
The ropes secured to Amanda's wrists creaked as she sagged, her legs unable to support her weight as her thighs went into spasm. Amanda was crying and sobbing, her sounds still garbled by the tight gag.
Mistress stepped back in front of her and stood waiting -- a picture of calmness and patience. When Amanda had recovered enough to regain her precarious footing, Mistress quietly inquired, "Now mandy, would you like some more of this treatment?"
Amanda began shaking her head to signal 'no', and said things neither of us could understand because of the gag, although she tried to say them very loudly.
"Well mandy, we have a bit of a problem here," my Mistress went on to say. "You see, saying 'No' is part of the game sometimes. Submissives often like to say 'No' -- even shout 'No!' -- when all the time in their heart they are screaming 'Yes! Yes... please do it to me!' because that is what they truly desire. Protesting merely enhances their experience. The dominant needs to be able to tell the difference.
"That is why we have safewords, agreed upon ahead of time by both parties. If the submissive really needs for us to stop, they will utter their safeword as a clear signal. If the submissive is to be gagged, there has to be an agreed upon clear gesture that the submissive can use to communicate the need to stop. Don't you wish that you and I had agreed upon these before we started?"
Wide eyed, Amanda nodded very vigorously. I was fascinated by the rapid pulsations of blood that I could see in a vessel at the base of her neck, giving me a clue about her current heart rate.
My Mistress can be quite an actress when she wishes to be. With a look of mock astonishment on her face, she continued, "And limits. Gosh! We never discussed those before starting, did we?"
As she was saying this, she pulled a pack of needles from her pocket. These look like the tops of syringes, but at the base of each were colorful pieces of plastic.
"Some people like having these shoved into their flesh, arranged in pretty patterns. Of course, there tends to be some bleeding whenever we do this."
Taking a firm grasp of Amanda's right tit, she asked, "Shall I insert a few, mandy, just to give you the idea?"
Beads of sweat were forming on Amanda's forehead as she shook her head violently side to side. She was trying to pull herself backwards. I could see that her heart rate had accelerated even more. I could smell her fear, and I did not blame her one bit.
"See? Here we go again with the confusion," Mistress mused. "Do you really mean no, or are you just playing at saying no? How can I tell? The knowledge of safewords and limits is crucial. Do you now see why?"
Amanda nodded slowly, the point having been made. She relaxed visibly as Mistress put away the needles. I also breathed a sigh of relief. I had no desire to even see needles puncturing skin, let alone feel it. I know some people enjoy it; I am not judging them at all. To each, their own. But I noticed that none of the three of us even had any body piercings.
Mistress turned now to me, asking, "Is the flogger she used on you around here, pet? Get it for me."
I heard a sound from Amanda that might have been a groan, as I placed the flogger in Mistress's hands. Stepping behind Amanda, Mistress began flogging her back and ass, judiciously judging her force. She has done this to me many times, creating an amazing wealth of sensations ranging from stinging pain to pleasurably sensitized skin. She often mixes both in her treatment of me, and it looked like she was doing the same now to Amanda.
Finishing her treatment of Amanda's rear, Mistress commanded, "Go behind mandy, my girl. Lick her ass until I tell you to stop."
Obediently, I rose up on my knees behind Amanda, grasping an ass cheek in each hand, noting that while they were reddened and hot, there was no evidence of any welts. I took my time slowly licking along her ass crack, up onto each cheek, along the folds where the buttocks meet the thigh, and ultimately across her tiny puckered rosebud.
Meanwhile, Mistress was methodically flogging Amanda's tits and her tummy, mixing the pain/pleasure sensations there with those I was creating at her backside. I could judge how hard the impacts must be by the motions of Amanda's body as she jerked, hanging from her wrists. Some of her actions forced her body back against my face. On occasion, my tongue might happen to be right at her rosebud as she jerked, causing it to press hard against, or even stab right through her clenched anal ring. It might have been my imagination, but it seemed that Amanda made an even louder noise when that occurred.
"Enough, my pet. Sit back on your heels and hold mandy's legs well apart."
Obeying, I glanced around Amanda's hip and looked into Mistress's face. She was holding the flogger handle in one hand and its strands in the other as she gazed calculatedly at Amanda's exposed crotch.
I felt Amanda's body starting to shake, and felt her trying to draw her legs back together protectively. I had to change my position, praying that Mistress would not be angered by my doing so without asking permission. But Amanda's legs were so powerful compared to my arms, I could not otherwise have obeyed the command to hold her legs apart. I sat down on my butt, swinging my legs forward between hers, planting my feet on the ground. This allowed me to add my leg strength to my arms. Now, struggle as she might, Amanda could not close her thighs. I looked up and saw her shaking her head side to side, making loud sounds through the gag, probably pleading with Mistress not to flog her pussy.
"Now we come to a very important part of the lesson, mandy. As the dominant, you must never lose control. The submissive is helpless. Losing control can be quite dangerous. Discipline yourself."
When my Mistress uses The Voice, she often speaks in terse sentences, each one striking the mind like palpable impacts, drilling home the message.
She went on to say, "Yes, your cunt is going to be flogged, because I wish to do it. You will just have to accept that this is going to happen. Anticipating it can be a delicious part of the experience. Pet, let go of mandy's legs for the moment. Come and massage my arm. I want my muscles to feel refreshed for this next part."
Amanda remained naked and suspended, trying to ease the ache in her own arms by pressing her toes to the concrete floor as I massaged Mistress's arm. Her muscles were indeed tensed up due to the flogging she had administered. My skillful hands began kneading and stroking her warm flesh. I reveled in the textures under my fingertips. My heart was light as I thoroughly enjoyed serving my Mistress in this manner. Seeing the blissful expression on her face, and hearing her sighing in relief as the knots gradually melted away were my ample rewards.
Amanda could not comment. She could only watch, imagining what it was going to feel like as the flogger stands whipped across her crotch.
Her waiting, imagining and wondering came to an end. Mistress instructed me, "Pet, go behind mandy again, and brace her legs apart."
As I sat down on the floor behind Amanda, starting to pull her legs to each side, she only resisted for a moment, ultimately giving in to the inevitable. With my arms, I parted her legs, placing my own legs between them again, planting my feet firmly on the cold concrete floor.
Looking around Amanda's hip, I saw Mistress stroking the flogger strands through her hand, prolonging the onset for just a minute or two. I watched her arm go back, shaking the flogger slightly to untangle its strands, and then flick forward. For a brief moment, the tips of the strands appeared before my face as they curled around Amanda's sex, licking up onto her buttocks.
Even gagged, her scream was impressive! Her thighs tried to clamp together, but that movement was blocked by my arms and legs as I strained to keep her open for Mistress's access. Again and again the strands flicked up between her spread thighs. Sometimes the impacts were gentle kisses; sometimes they were harsh attention-getters.
Mistress was watching Amanda's responses carefully, expertly creating a fascinating mixture of pleasure and pain. And her actions were having the desired effect on Amanda. From my vantage point, I could see her labia gradually engorging and opening. Her juices began to appear at her opening, glistening in the light and moistening the flogger strands. Her reflexive attempts to close her thighs together lessened and lessened. Her sounds, her breathing patterns changed. Her scent, originally loaded with overtones of fear, transformed into her perfume of pure, raw arousal. And, as a final indication of her acceptance, she began tilting her pelvis forward, toward Mistress, as if offering her cunt to her.
The whipping sounds of the flogger ceased. "Pet, you can release mandy's legs now. Come kneel near me."
I did so, and in so doing, changed my position from sitting on the cold floor to my more characteristic kneeling position. The concrete felt a bit abrasive on my knees, but this allowed my cold-numbed buttocks to begin warming themselves with fresh blood.
Putting down the flogger, Mistress stepped close to the suspended girl, removing her gag. Amanda worked her jaw several times once the ball was removed. Mistress lowered her enough to let her feet firmly support her.
"So mandy, how would you describe this flogging experience?" Mistress inquired.
Amanda paused to consider how to reply. "It hurt a lot at first, Miss Polly, especially on my pussy." Her voice was rough and strained from her attempts to communicate through the gag.
"But as it continued, it became..." Her voice trailed away for a moment as she tried to find the correct word. "Exciting... even arousing, Miss." She blushed at this revelation.
"Its sounds as if you are learning that flogging can have many outcomes, and certainly does not require marring the submissive's skin with unsightly welts when told not to damage her."
Amanda lowered her gaze, ashamed as she recalled what she had done to me. Lesson learned, perhaps.
"Pet, go fetch a glass of water for mandy, and help her to drink it."
Not having been commanded to crawl, I rose fluidly and did her bidding. Amanda's wrists were still secured to the overhead hook when I returned with the water.
I approached, saying, "Miss Amanda, may I serve you this drink?"
She merely nodded, parting her lips slightly. I carefully tipped the glass at her lips, assisting her effort to drink. My Mistress smiled her approval of my manner and actions. I believe she was noting if I was still showing the proper respect to Amanda, as she had warned me.
Mistress freed the loop between Amanda's wrists from the overhead hook, but left them tied together.
Using The Voice, she commanded, "Lie down face up, mandy!"
Amanda awkwardly sank to the floor, since it was difficult for her to use her hands to lower her upper torso.
Mistress continued her instructions, "Now raise your hands to the floor above your head."
As Amanda complied, Mistress walked to where her wrists ended up, placing her shoe on the loop between them, pinning her arms to the floor.
"Listen carefully, mandy. You may not cum without my permission. If you do so, your punishment will be severe. Welts would be the least of your problems. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Polly", Amanda replied in a strangely meek voice.
"Good." Mistress spoke now to me, "Pet, use your hands and mouth on mandy. Do whatever you wish to excite her."
Amanda was already excited, I found, as I knelt by her side, slipping two fingers past her swollen labia and into her squishy vaginal passage. I began churning her juices into a froth as my other hand began stroking her breasts, lowering my lips to kiss her very vulnerable tummy. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, feeling how her tits and cunt responded to my caresses, and tasting the sweat sheening her belly as she squirmed beneath me. It was only a few minutes before her moans became desperate pleas as she begged Mistress to let her cum.
Mistress used The Voice in full force speaking to me, since I was falling into an erotic 'feeding frenzy' by this point: "Stop, molly!"
Amanda groaned with a mixture of relief and frustration as my mouth and hands immediately broke contact.
Her Voice now targeted Amanda. "First, mandy, you will satisfy me, in any manner I see fit. We will see if you can earn such a reward. Also, remember this: never beg a submissive for what you want. Command her. Remain exactly as you are on the floor."
Mistress stepped off of the rope loop between Amanda's wrists. She turned toward me, holding her arms out from her sides, saying: "Undress me, molly."
This is one of my favorite commands. I reverently removed each article of her attire, deftly undoing buttons and zippers, carefully easing her clothes off. My eyes danced with delight as her gorgeous body came into view. I purposely leaned close as I served her, inhaling the fragrant scent made more manifest by her now uncovered skin.
Mistress placed one foot on the floor past Amanda's body, facing her, and stood straddling her torso at the level of her chest. Her fingers entered her soft down, spreading her pussy lips wide apart. Amanda's eyes seemed riveted to that open cleft.
Smiling, Mistress asked her, "Do you like what you see? Do you want to taste me?"
Amanda's mouth may have gone dry at that question, because instead of verbalizing an answer, she nodded, wetting her lips with a darting pink tongue.
Mistress grinned, saying, "Good girl, mandy. Open your mouth, and keep it open." And she started lowering her pelvis toward Amanda's mouth.
I believe both Amanda and I were shocked when Mistress began pissing! The golden stream that arced from her urethral opening splashed into Amanda's mouth, onto her face and into her hair! Amanda shut her eyes, but obediently kept her mouth open; I could see her throat starting its swallowing movements as her mouth threatened to overflow.
As Mistress finished peeing, she noted that some of the back splash had ended up on her own legs. Stepping free of Amanda's torso, she said, "Clean my legs, molly".
I knelt close to her, humbly licking her legs until all the errant drops of urine were completely gone. By the time I finished, Amanda's mouth was empty. I have no idea if she swallowed all that, or let the remainder dribble out of her lips.
Again straddling Amanda, but this time higher, and turning to face Amanda's feet, Mistress knelt down planting her cunt on Amanda's face.
"Use your mouth and tongue, mandy. Make me cum," she commanded.
As Amanda began licking and sucking, Mistress pinched Amanda's nipples harshly. The sudden shock caused Amanda to scream into Mistress's pussy.
"I love those vibrations when you scream like that, mandy," she explained, with a secret wink at me. I grinned back, suppressing a laugh.
Judging by the slurping sounds I was hearing, I think Mistress's toying with Amanda's tits was inspiring her to renewed vigor. But Mistress, now moaning softly, said, "Go to mandy's feet, and hold her legs apart again."
As I obeyed, Mistress began spanking Amanda's pussy with her open palm, urging her: "Faster mandy! Get that tongue deep now! Swirl it!" And within a minute or two, I saw Mistress's body stiffen slightly; then she began mashing her cunt on Amanda's face as her orgasm crashed through her body. Her cum juices drenched Amanda's face!
Mistress finally slumped forward onto her hands, her dripping pussy still against Amanda's face. Turning her face toward me, she whispered, "Untie her hands while I rest, my girl".
As I untied the knots from Amanda's wrists, I also massaged the deep impressions that the ropes had pressed into her flesh, helping the circulation return faster to the area.
Signaling me to assist her, Mistress rose to her feet, looking down at the woman lying in a pool of her cum. Amanda looked quite messy, her golden mane of hair plastered to her head with a mixture of fluids.
Mistress asked her, "How excited are you now, mandy?"
"Very excited still, Miss Polly. Please. Please may I cum?"
Mistress answered with a grin, "You did a good job, and you asked me very politely, so I give you permission to cum. But you may not touch yourself, or rub yourself against anything." Looking at the clock on the wall, she went on to say: "You have 5 minutes to cum, starting now."
Amanda looked around wildly, trying to think how to obey. What a quandary! Not allowed to touch herself, or even rub against things! Her eyes fixed upon me, still kneeling by her feet. She cleared her throat, and used The Voice to command me: "Crawl up here! Suck my cunt lips and clit... hurry, slut!"
"Yes, Miss Amanda!" I quickly scrambled up until my mouth could latch onto her sopping cunt, and dove in.
I knew I had to work fast to help her meet that imposed deadline. I was stroking her sensitive inner thigh with one hand, while my other hand pressed on her mound, caressing her lower belly sensuously. Mistress told me later that she was nodding her approval of the manner in which we reestablished our relationship roles so smoothly. Amanda started moaning almost instantly, and as I glanced up her torso, I saw that she almost reached for her tits. She stopped herself just in time, remembering Mistress's orders. Her moans increased in volume; she began arching up off the floor.
"Stick your fingers in me! Finger me!" she cried. My fingers sank into her heated wetness, seeking to press and rub her G-spot.
She grabbed my head, pulling my lips to her clit. "Suck me here! Now!"
With either instinct or cleverness, Amanda skirted Mistress's command by touching me; using me as a tool, rather than touching herself. I barely began sucking when her cunt erupted, spewing a copious discharge all over my face, neck and breasts.
After a sufficient recovery time, we all showered, with lots of good-natured soaping, rinsing and giggling together. Toweling ourselves mostly dry -- I doubt I will ever really be completely dry around these two lovely women -- we settled in the warm family room, all of us still naked.
Mistress and Miss Amanda sat in a casual embrace on the sofa, as they discussed the finer points of the session, and the lessons learned. My two dominants decided to use me as a lap warmer, so I stretched out, face down, over both of their laps. I felt their hands idly caressing me as they talked, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep in their care. Chapter 4: I was beside myself with shock and anxiety.
"What do you mean, Mistress? What letter from my supervisory board?" I fear I was speaking rather loudly and shrilly, but my Mistress graciously overlooked my lack of courtesy this time.
"As I said, a letter came from your supervisory board. It was addressed to you, but as your Mistress, I felt it was my duty to open it. Apparently, rumors about that class you presented in human sexuality somehow circulated back to your board. They sounded concerned about your alleged unorthodox teaching style in that class." (see "Class Time")
I felt the familiar heat of a flush of embarrassment radiating from my face and neck. My heart rate climbed to dangerous levels as I thought about my actions on that day, and how my supervisors would feel about them.
She went on to say, "The letter basically said that they wanted you to appear before them, and relate your side of the story."
My stomach seemed to twist into a knot. The thought of facing them, of trying to explain what happened that day, was almost too much to contemplate. I could visualize their stern faces as they listened to my stammering explanation. I could already hear them telling me to clean out my desk, telling me that I was fired.
"When..." I squeaked as my mouth dried up with fear. I tried wetting it with saliva and swallowing hard, and tried again. "When do I have to meet with them, Mistress?"
"Oh my dear girl. That letter arrived over two weeks ago," she answered with a maddening smile.
"What!? Two weeks ago? They think that I have been ignoring them for two weeks?" In my anxiety, I had balled my hands into fists, and I was pounding them on my thighs. I am sure that my face was a mask of horror.
"On your knees now, pet!" Mistress snapped. "Lace your hands together behind your head! Arch your back a little, and take deep breaths!"
Instinctively reacting to her commands, my body assumed the position she demanded, and I began breathing deeply, my mind still awhirl. I became aware of the scent of the acrid sweat that I was emitting due to my fear. With my arms up in this position, I could even feel the sweat beads trickling from each of my armpits.
"You are flying off the handle, molly," Mistress chastised me. "You are reacting before giving me a chance to fully explain. Calm down!"
I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. I tried hard not to think about a ruined career. I wondered if the fact that my students learned so well, and demonstrated the knowledge that they acquired from me, both on the mandated standardized tests and in letters of praise from their eventual employers, might buy me some leniency in the ordeal to come. But in my mind's eye, all I could visualize was the flint eyed faces of these people I had never met as they sat with crossed arms, staring at me from the other side of a very long table.
Mistress waited until my body language indicated the return of a modicum of self-control before continuing. "As I was saying, the letter arrived over two weeks ago. I immediately arranged a meeting with them, and went and talked to them on your behalf." She must have seen my body jerk slightly at this news. "My girl, it is my duty as your Mistress to take care of you. You know that. It was my presence in your classroom that caused you to deviate from your planned lecture. Therefore, it was up to me to explain to them what had happened."
I was listening very carefully. I was uncertain when she had met with them, but thus far I had suffered no repercussions; no one had come to my classroom to escort me from the building. But perhaps she had only met with them yesterday. Perhaps they were deliberating even now.
"May I ask how the meeting went, Mistress?" I inquired softly.
"Actually, I found them all to be quite charming people. There are two men and two women on the board at the moment. We discussed your classroom instruction on that day in great detail."
I mentally moaned in anguish, hearing the word "detail" from her lips. I could imagine her nonchalantly discussing graphic descriptions of my body, and my actions in that classroom. I love my Mistress, but sometimes I think that she is unaware of how bizarre our lifestyle may appear to outsiders. Not everyone is accepting of Dominant/submissive relationships.
"Did they make you stand in front of a long table, like a schoolgirl called to the principal's office?" I inquired.
"No, my pet. We sat on comfortable chairs, arranged in a circle for our discussion. Their eyes were riveted on me, and I seemed to have their undivided attention as I described the situation on that day. They were already aware that your class consists of consenting adults, so they knew if you are not guilty of corrupting minors," related my Mistress, with perfect calmness.
The word "guilty" made me shudder, but I kept silent so that Mistress would continue explaining what had happened at her meeting.
"Of course, I tried to paint a mental picture of your classroom that day. I described for them how you stripped naked at my command, and climbed up on your desk to give the class a better view," Mistress explained. I may have flushed a brighter scarlet imagining what was passing through the board members' minds during this narrative.
"I knew things were going well when I got to the part about the students closely examining your cunt. As I was discussing this, I noticed that both of the male board members were getting noticeable bulges in their trousers. One of the female board members was unconsciously licking her lips at this point, while the other female was subtly rubbing her thighs together." My Mistress is very observant, as she has proved to me time after time.
"There were smiles and nods of approval when I described the finale of the lesson. They were pleased to hear that the students demonstrated the knowledge they gained by correctly touching and naming each portion of your anatomy. And they were thrilled when they heard about your magnificent demonstration of orgasm to complete the lesson," said my Mistress with a serene smile.
"You told them that I came, right there in my classroom, in front of my students? They were not angry?" I managed to choke out.
"To be accurate, my pet, you climaxed not only in front of your students, but also at the hand of a student -- humping her hand in a frenzy. No, they were not angry. They expressed regrets that they had not been present to witness this interaction. It seemed only fair to offer them a chance to experience something similar firsthand," she concluded.
I tried processing what Mistress meant by this for a moment or two. "Do you mean, Mistress, that they want me to also teach them a class in sexuality?"
"Actually, my dear girl, a better way to describe it is that they want to explore your sexuality," she stated, somewhat obliquely.
"Explore it, Mistress? I am confused," I confessed.
"They want to have sex with you, silly girl," she chuckled.
The word "OH!" popped into my mind. Her meaning became crystal clear.
"All four of them, Mistress?" I found the idea intriguing... even exciting, but one thing troubled me. "What if they agreed to this only to gather personal evidence of my depravity, rather than relying on hearsay?"
"That possibility did occurred to me, sweet girl of mine. So I took out some insurance. As a token of good faith, a guarantee of their sincerity and a barrier against repercussions, my cell phone now has pictures of each of them. Before you ask what kind of pictures, let me assure you they are not the sort of pictures that the board members would like to have made public. I pointed out that if I let you play with them, their bodies would not remain a mystery to me. The pictures show their faces and genitals quite clearly."
"You made them stripped naked for you, Mistress?" I asked with a voice dripping with disbelief.
"That was not necessary. The women hiked up their skirts and pulled down their panties. The men unbuckled and unzipped their trousers enough to free their swollen cocks." She grinned. "I think the men were especially happy to relieve the pressure on their erections. Apparently erections have a tendency to get tangled into clothing painfully.
"I am sure that you need have no fear about them turning on you," she went on.
Indeed, all of my qualms and fears had evaporated as I marveled at how thoroughly my Mistress takes care of me. My smile had returned, my stomach had lost it's knots, and my heart and breathing rates were almost back to normal. Being a highly sexual creature, I was beginning to anticipate meeting with those people sometime in the future.
Mistress continued, saying, "So I have arranged a sort of party with them. That way they can get to know you better."
"A party? That sounds like fun. When are you holding it, Mistress?" I asked, mentally reviewing our schedules for the upcoming weeks.
She consulted her watch. "Oh, in about 45 minutes from now."
I almost shrieked in dismay, looking at the state of my body and my hair. I was also very conscious of how my body reeked of fear sweat. As usual, Mistress read my mind.
"Go and take a shower, my pet. Hop to it!" she commanded, grinning at my shocked expression.
I scampered up the steps and took one of my fastest showers on record. However, I was not in such a rush that I neglected to cleanse both of my lower openings thoroughly. Since two of the upcoming participants were men, there was always a chance that one or both of them would want to fuck me in my ass. At least I hoped so. I got a perverted thrill from being taken in that nasty way.
Wrapping a towel around myself, I proceeded to blow dry my hair, and tried to work it into some semblance of order.
Luckily, Mistress had been teasing me about the timetable. The party did not actually start until about an hour and a half after our discussion. Consequently, I was clean, dry, sweet smelling and composed when our doorbell finally rang.
Mistress had instructed me to wear only my simple black dress, which fell to mid thigh. Therefore, I had on no bra or panties, and was barefoot. Oh yes, I also had on my collar. So this was my appearance as I answered the door, and greeted our guests.
The only mental image I had formed about the board members concerned their faces. Those harsh, disapproving faces that I had imagined staring at me with flinty eyes across their table of judgment. As I opened our door to greet them, I was pleasantly surprised to see four smiling faces, two female and two male. None of them would win any beauty contests, since they were normal, everyday people. But their eyes caught my attention. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation, and signaled happiness to meet me in person.
There was a brief period of introduction at the door, and I tried hard to keep straight who was who. This is usually very difficult for me when I am suddenly bombarded with names. Penny had auburn hair, which reminded me slightly of the copper found in pennies, so that helped. The other woman, who had black hair and slightly larger breasts, was Samantha. The taller of the two men, the one that had sandy colored hair and an elongated face, was named George. And the remaining man, the one with the slightly pudgy belly, introduced himself as Carl.
I took the four of them into our living room and saw that they were seated comfortably. During my shower and preparations, Mistress had prepared light snacks and nonalcoholic beverages, which I now served to our guests. I believe that their eyes widened slightly when I went to kneel on the floor next to Mistress's chair by her leg. Polite conversation followed.
I was beginning to get impatient. The four of them had been giving me searching looks -- almost scorching looks. But no one said anything overt. It was as if they were children looking at a marvelous gift, and shyly trying to figure out how to ask for it politely. My Mistress is very good at sensing peoples' moods. She finally stood up, hooked her finger into the leash loop on my collar and told me to stand up.
"George, Carl, please come over here." With that, she took me to the rear area of the sofa, and pushed me gently forward. This brought my hips into contact with the upright back of the sofa. My head and torso went forward over the back and came to rest on its seat cushions. My feet remained on the floor behind the sofa, but they were nudged apart by my Mistress's foot. Mistress then flipped up the hem of my dress, exposing all my privates, from my ass to my clit. I was certain those two men had a marvelous view at this point.
I got the same rush that I usually do when new eyes gaze upon my intimate treasures. It's a heady mixture of embarrassment, anticipation, and arousal, mixed with a hint of worry that the observer might not find me pleasing. But this pose served to send me quickly into a more submissive state. Once again, I was offering my body to my Mistress. It was hers to use in any way she saw fit.
The men may have been enjoying the view, but apparently their shyness remained. On display for several minutes, my head turned sideways against the sofa cushion, I could see the two women still seated across the room, smiling at this tableau. I could only hear with one ear in this position, and became aware of one or both of the men whispering to my Mistress, but I could not make out the words. I could however understand her reply, because she spoke clearly, saying, "Of course, gentlemen. That is why you are here."
After a brief pause, I felt a cold, trembling fingertip tentatively touching my outer labia. One of the men had grown bold enough to finally touch me. The whispering contact gave me goosebumps that rippled along my thighs. Apparently, since neither I nor my Mistress made any protest, the finger became bolder. It now rippled along the furrow down the center line of my pussy. I closed my eyes, concentrating on that sensation. During its movements, the finger now dipped slowly into my entrance and was greeted with the first of my secretions. I moaned softly.
Another finger began toying with my ass crack. Whether it was the same man, or the other one did not matter. What mattered was the little firecrackers of pleasure that rippled through me as my sensitive nerve endings in that area reported the contact. With my encouraging moans, the hands grew bolder and warmer. They plucked at my labia, whispered over my pee hole, and peeled the hood back from my clitoris to tease its shaft directly. Fingers scooped fluids from my seeping vaginal tunnel, and smeared them over my ass hole. A long groan erupted from my throat as I felt a finger working itself through my anal ring and into my hot tight butt.
The women finally got up from their chairs and came over to sit on either side of me on the sofa. I kept my eyes closed as one of them began stroking my hair. She even leaned over and began kissing my cheek and tracing the edge of my ear with her tongue. The other woman was stroking my back from the base of my neck to the small of my back. After a few strokes I felt her hand tug at my zipper, pulling it down towards my hips, opening the back of my dress. Now her hands could slip inside and do magical things to my bare skin. It was heavenly being the focus of attention of these four people.
As I was drifting on this sea of blissful caresses, I felt something new. The entrance to my vagina suddenly stretched and yielded as someone's stiff, pulsating cock plunged inward. Well lubricated by the juices of my aroused cunt, it slid in easily, its generous girth filling my void. I felt his hands grasp my hips firmly as he began pumping that lovely cock in and out of me. Draped over the back of the sofa as I was, I could not push back to meet his thrusts. My body had to remain passive, pinned in place by sofa back, hands, and cock. But my vocal cords were not passive at all as I cried out, "Oh yes! Whoever that is, fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!"
"You heard her, George," I heard Penny say. "Give it to her good." Her hands slipped under my torso and began kneading my breasts through my dress material. "Once you dump your load in her, I want to get her dress off so I can see and taste these lovely breasts."
At her encouragement, George accelerated his movements, ramming his dick the full length of my tunnel. Each time he skewered inward, his balls would slap against my spread labia. Each slap sent almost electric jolts of pleasure to the core of my body. With my eyes shut, I had not been keeping track of where my Mistress was positioned. But she must have come around the sofa to bend close to my ear, where she whispered, "It will be a lot more exciting for our guests if you cum while you are servicing them. So don't hold back, my pet. Cum as often as you can."
I whispered back, "Yes Mistress. And thank you, Mistress. Thank you for making this happen." I felt her lips press the side of mine. My being glowed with happiness -- happiness that I belonged to her. I relinquished whatever control I had been maintaining to inhibit my reaction to George's vigorous fucking, and began pleading, "Fill my hot, tight little cunt with your cum, George! I need it so badly!"
This plea seemed to trigger something in him. His cock started twitching almost immediately. His hands sank deeply into my hip flesh as his cock starting spewing his load of semen deep inside me. I howled as I felt it fill me, and began shaking in my first orgasm of the day. I heard Samantha say, "Keep your cock in her until I can get there, George," as she shifted off the sofa, and went behind it.
After a few moments, Samantha said, "OK. I'm ready. Ease it out." I felt the slightly softened cock slipping out of my tunnel. But before I could start dripping, a new sensation occurred. Samantha fastened her lips over my vaginal opening, and started sucking. OMG, what a sensation! Her eager mouth pulled George's semen forth from my depths. That terrific feeling caused me to have a mini-orgasm. Or was it an aftershock of the original one? No matter. It made my walls ripple in ecstasy once again, and I promptly expelled the remainder of George's cum into Samantha's waiting mouth.
I heard her walk around the sofa again, and Penny tapped my lips, saying, "Open up molly. Samantha has a gift for you."
I looked up into Samatha's face, and grinned as I saw her slightly bulging cheeks and pursed lips. She was delivering that load of semen to me, fresh from my own cunt! Her lips sealed over my opened ones, and she released that salty, tangy load directly into my mouth. What a lovely present! I knew I was going to like her a lot. After swallowing her gift, I licked my lips for stray drops and said, "Thank you, Samantha. How can I repay such generosity?"
"You can kiss my pussy, molly," she answered, her cheeks turning a delicate pink as this bold statement hung in the air between us.
"Just kiss it?" I asked with an impish grin.
She giggled. "OK. Eat my pussy. There, I said it!" The pink darkened in a lovely fashion.
Several hands helped me up. My unzipped dress began slipping off my shoulders. I made no attempt to stop its fall, so as I stood up, my dress cascaded down my torso and pooled at my feet. Standing quite naked now, I also made no attempt to cover myself modestly. I reveled in the hungry stares I was receiving from our guests.
While George had been fucking me so thoroughly, Mistress had used the opportunity to place several mats on the floor of our living room. At her signal, I placed myself on my back in the center of this padded area. Samantha straddled my chest, and knelt down placing her knees on either side of my head. I looked up and was rewarded with a view of her now sopping pussy. "
"That certainly looks good enough to eat, Samantha," I said, smiling. "Bring it down where I can reach, please."She started widening her stance, lowering her cunt to my waiting mouth. Her scent enveloped me as her petals blocked out my view of the room.
But as I began lapping, I heard Penny complain, "Lean forward Samantha. Your butt is blocking my access to molly's tits."
The angle of Samantha's pelvis tilted, gently mashing her clit against my nose. Apparently that provided Penny with the access she requested, because I felt her lips beginning to explore my breasts. She also used her hands to knead my flesh there, making it mound up in a delightful manner. Her skills soon had me moaning up into Samantha's cunt.
As if this was not exciting enough, I soon became aware of a finger dampening itself in my oozing vaginal fluids. The finger proceeded to rub and prod at my anal ring. With my view blocked as it was, I could not tell who was doing it.
My Mistress clarified this for me when she said, "George, you grab that ankle and lift, while I take this one. Let's give Carl better access."
My ankles were lifted into the air and separated from each other in such a manner that someone standing by my feet would see my legs forming the letter "V", with my pelvis tilted back enough that my anus must have appeared at the point of that "V". Carl took full advantage of the access that he was being given. His finger dampened my ass hole thoroughly, and began pressing its way into that puckered opening.
I was in heaven. Happily licking and eating the fragrant pussy covering my mouth, having my tits licked, kissed, and suckled while my ass was reporting the delightful sensations from the finger fucking that it was receiving.
Samantha's thighs were covering my ears, and I was moaning rather loudly as I was repeatedly jabbing my tongue up into her tunnel, so if she gave any warning signal that she was about to cum, I did not hear it. With a very slight quivering of her labia against my cheeks, she suddenly released a copious discharge of fluid that completely drenched my face. I felt her butt muscles contracting rhythmically against my collarbone, each contraction pressing another jet of fluid into my mouth and onto my face.
The excitement of feeling her go into orgasm, coupled with the fondling and caressing my sensitive breasts and ass were receiving sent my cunt into its own convulsions, probably wetting Carl's hand thoroughly.
Samantha curled forward into almost a fetal position, resting on her knees and elbows, recovering from her orgasm as I panted beneath her. Her dripping pussy was still over my face, so I cleaned the parts I could reach with my lips and tongue.
When Samantha had recovered sufficiently, she carefully lifted her body off me and rolled over to a sitting position. Addressing Penny, she reported, "Wow! What a talented tongue this woman has! She really loves eating pussy."
Meanwhile, Penny was playing with my tits. At this moment, she was stretching them far upward by their nipples and then releasing them, apparently mesmerized by their resilience. I found it gratifying, seeing that look of innocent pleasure on her face as she experimented with them.
"If you pinch right along the edges of my areolae, trapping my nipple in the center, I'll bet you can stretch them even a bit farther," I suggested, ever the teacher.
She opened her thumb and first two fingers wider apart and scooped my areola up as I suggested. As her fingers closed the tissues against my turgid nipple, a wave of pleasure erupted from that area. The pleasure grew as she began stretching upward, and intensified as she added a rolling action between her thumb and fingers. She soon had me moaning loudly once again.
My sounds were loud enough to drown out whatever Carl was whispering into the ear of my Mistress. But I heard her reply as she smiled at him, answering, "Of course you may -- she loves that. Grab a pillow or two from the couch." Looking then at George, she instructed, "Help me lift her butt a bit higher."
Their hands on my ankles pulled upward, and my ass was lifted higher from the mat. Carl returned with the pillows, and slid some of them under my butt, adjusting its height.
While he was doing this, I looked under his portly belly and saw a long, slender cock in magnificent readiness. Since from the very start, he had seemed enamored of my butt hole, I was hoping he was planning to use it now.
I rather boldly asked him, "Carl, are you planning on giving my ass some attention? It really needs it now."
He nodded at me, beaming happily with anticipation.
Penny broke off from her breast play to implore Carl, "Wait. Let me get it ready for you." She straddled my chest, facing my feet, and leaned between my widespread thighs. Bending my head sideways, I was able to look past her torso in time to see her take his cock into her mouth. Her enthusiasm hinted to me that this was not the first time she had ever sucked on his cock. She did a wonderful job getting it all gleaming wet with her saliva.
As I saw her begin to dip his cock to aim it at my asshole, I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could, offering my pink, puckered hole.
Carl started easing it in, Penny spitting on its shaft as it slowly disappeared from sight. Several heartfelt grunts erupted from deep in my throat as I felt that magnificent cock fill me, and then begin a barely perceptible pumping action, utilizing only small strokes.
Samantha went behind Carl and started playing with his balls, peering around him to lock gazes with me. As she was doing this, I saw her get an impish look on her face. She sucked on one of her index fingers, getting it nice and wet, preparing to turn the tables on Carl. Chuckling happily, she said to him, "Let's see how you like that sort of attention, Carl."
It was obvious when she started fingering his ass hole, because the first penetration made him buck his hips forward, slamming the entire length of his cock into my tight anal passage. Within a minute of two, Carl was moaning, and begging her not to stop. It was difficult to tell from my vantage point, but I think Samantha's digital manipulations actually controlled the rhythm Carl was using as he ass fucked me. His paced gradually accelerated.
Penny was still straddling my upper chest, turned towards my feet. She scooted back slightly, presenting her fragrant cunt to my mouth, stating, "OK, molly. Samantha said you had a magic mouth. Please prove it to me."
I started licking her labia, enjoying the taste of another new pussy. Penny's hands joined mine on my ass cheeks, aiding me in keeping them spread for Carl's thrusts. She bent down and started licking my completely available cunt, using only her tongue to pry its petals open. She must have had a fantastic view of Carl's cock as it continued its in and out motions in my rear passage.
Mistress and George were still holding my feet, stroking my calves erotically -- especially the backs of my knees.
My Mistress, now in a mischievous party spirit, whispered something to George and suddenly both my big toes were engulfed by their warm mouths! Their sucking action sent amazing shocks of sensual pleasure up my legs directly into my cunt.
I held back my newly approaching orgasm as long as I could, my excitement climbing higher and higher. Finally, I could contain it no longer. I shrieked into Penny's cunt as my cunt exploded into her mouth. As I felt her lips cover my vaginal opening, sucking hard, I covered hers with my own lips, and flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth over her clit. She shuddered and started writhing her torso against mine as her pussy gushed into my mouth, my face drenched with whatever I was unable to swallow.
The sight of the two women in front of him grinding against each other in the throes of orgasm triggered Carl into an orgasm of his own. His cock starting twitching and throbbing with his ejaculation. His hot cum flooded my anal tunnel, the overflow spilling out into my ass crack, triggering a secondary orgasm in me.
As my body gradually stilled its quivering, I found myself completely spent and exhausted. Resting with my eyes closed, I felt several tongues lapping me clean. I did not even have the strength to open my eyes to identify the owners of the tongues. I just enjoyed the sensations.
After our guests got dressed again, each one knelt down next to me to give me a lovely kiss and a whisper of thanks.
As they were leaving, my lips formed into a blissful smile as I heard my Mistress call out to them, "Same time next week?" Chapter 5: The students showed up very early.
All four girls had big smiles on their faces, anticipating today's lesson. Perhaps some of the smiles were inspired by the memory of what had happened when I taught them about female sexuality (see "Class Time"). Today's class, scheduled after lunch time, would cover male sexuality. Amanda flicked her long blonde hair back from her face and asked, rather impishly I thought, "Will Mistress Polly be joining us?"
"No, she cannot be here today," I answered. After the "fiasco" of her last visit (even though things ultimately turned out fine), I admitted to myself that I was a bit relieved about this. Dealing with a naked male in my classroom felt like it would be enough of a challenge to my professionalism. I was determined that this class would be conducted in a much more "normal" manner, and I would keep my simmering passions under tight control.
The students did appear to be attentive, listening to the morning's lessons, and even participated with questions and joined into the general discussions. But I did notice that they seemed to be glancing at the clock more often than they normally did.
Lunch time came, and went.
Now I began glancing at the clock myself, wondering where Michael was. I was certain that I had told him the correct day and time, and had given him clear directions to the classroom. Since I met him in an art class, where he served as the nude model, I didn't think that he was having second thoughts about exhibiting his body for this class. Of course, the situation was not exactly the same. Modeling in an art class is very asexual. I had explicitly explained to him that this class dealt with male sexuality. He had indicated to me that was no problem for him, so where was he? I tried sending him a text, but got no reply.
I could not let our time go to waste. "We will go on to other subjects until Michael gets here," I informed the class. "Don't worry, we will still cover the material once he arrives," I assured them.
The students' faces and body language clearly displayed their disappointment as the hours passed. I couldn't blame them – I had been looking forward to doing this class ever since I arranged it. Several sodden pairs of panties could attest to how much I had been anticipating it.
Imagine our surprise when 5 minutes before the end of the day Michael came dashing into the room, apologizing profusely. "I had a flat tire," he explained. "Since I don't have a spare, I had to wait until a good Samaritan happened along to take me and the tire to a repair place. To top it off, my cell phone battery ran out of charge yesterday, and I forgot to recharge it, so there was no way I could call for help, or call to let you know what was going on."
"I understand, Michael – these things happen," I reassured him. "Unfortunately the school day has reached its end, so we will have to reschedule."
There were immediate vigorous complaints from the students. Amanda, for instance, argued, "But you promised we would have this class today."
"But the school day is over," I countered. "What do you all expect me to do about that?"
Michael piped in, "I'm here finally, and I have plenty of time. I'm willing to stay right now," he offered.
"Yes. Yes, please let us stay," begged Judy.
"Well, if you're all quite certain." This statement was met with five heads bobbing to signal acceptance. "Let me make a quick phone call."
I called Mistress Polly to let her know I would be late, and why.
She said, "Give them a memorable class, my girl." I was too flustered by this sudden change in my schedule to fully appreciate what this might entail.
Since there were only the 4 young ladies, we cleared a small space in the room as Michael undressed. In the center of this space we placed a low table for him to stand on. When Michael climbed up onto the table, his crotch ended up at head height as we stood around him – perfect for viewing. Unfortunately, my proximity to his exposed crotch made me more aware of his male scent, wafting from his sparse, dark pubic hairs. I tried not to inhale too deeply, or at least be caught doing it.
I began with the basics.
"In the male, gamete production, the formation of sperm, begins in the testes, located in the scrotal sac." I pointed to it.
Michael's uncircumcised penis was draped down over his scrotum at this point. Judy asked, "Can we see it better, Professor?"
"Michael, I will have to lift up your penis. Is that okay with you?" I inquired, looking up his well formed torso, and into his eyes.
"You mean my cock?" he asked, his face turning a delicate pink as the pronounced the word. "Yes, Molly. I'm game for anything," he chuckled with a slightly nervous smile.
I lifted his penis with a delicate thumb and forefinger, trying not to focus on how smooth and warm his flesh felt in my hand. I showed the young ladies his scrotum, covered with a matting of short delicate hairs. "Did he trim those hairs specially for this class?" I wondered to myself.
"The scrotum has a central partition, so each testis is isolated to its own side," I described.
"Could you demonstrate that to us somehow, Professor?" Suzette inquired.
I looked up at Michael, and received his nod of acquiescence.
Swallowing to wet my suddenly dry mouth, I carefully pressed against his right testicle, pushing it towards his left. It shifted, but its movement stopped as it bulged against the middle partition. It felt so good to have an excuse to touch his intimate flesh that it gave me an idea for an addition to this lecture.
"Something you should know, class, is that males should check for testicular cancer as often as we check for breast cancer. Those cancers can be highly aggressive, and need to be detected early." I turned my attention to Michael. "Do you check yourself often, Michael?"
He flushed and stammered a bit, and as I had hoped, admitted, "I have never learned how to do that, Molly – that is, Professor. How should I do it?"
I began explaining and demonstrating, pressing all over the surface of each of his testicles looking for abnormal lumps. Even though I was doing it correctly, and it was for a good reason, I found that I was having trouble keeping the proper professional detachment. I felt a slight trickle running down my thigh. I pressed my thighs together more tightly, in an attempt to stem the flow. I feared that sharp-eyed Amanda would become aware of my loss of composure. Clearing my throat, I told Michael that I could detect no sign of abnormalities.
Hoping my voice would not betray my altering mood, I went on to explain about the seminiferous tubules where spermatogenesis – sperm formation – takes place. "Spermatogenesis cannot take place at body temperature, so the testes are air cooled to 3 degrees Centigrade lower here outside the body. Temperature adjustments are necessary, so the scrotum has a muscle called the dartos, and testes themselves are attached with a cremaster muscle so if they get too cold, they can be pulled back toward the warmth of the torso."
Impulsively, I wet my finger, gently dabbed his sac, and blew a stream of cool air across Michael's balls. The students gasped as the scrotum crinkled and the testes rose upward in response. Michael laughed quietly as he felt his balls squirm.
Emboldened, I curled one of my fingers along the back of a testis, to demonstrate the shape and location of the C shaped epididymis which receives the spermatozoa next in their journey.
The students now were leaning close, wide-eyed, hopefully visualizing the internal tubing, and not just ogling this luscious hunk of man meat. "OMG, did I just think that?" I chastised myself.
"The epididymis leads to the vas deferens which loops up over the urinary bladder and has a swollen ampulla right before it enters the prostate gland. Seminal vesicles flank the tube here, and contribute to the semen."
"What is semen, actually?" Suzette asked, her voice a little huskier than I remembered it.
"A mixture of fluids from the seminal vesicles and the prostate gland, along with spermatozoa from the testes," I replied.
"So its not all sperm?" chimed in Judy.
"Oh no, only a small portion is actually sperm. This is why if a man gets a vasectomy, there is virtually no change in the volume of his ejaculate." As I vocalized the word "ejaculate" I felt my pussy give a little twinge of contraction.
"The fluids from those glands mix with the sperm, activating and nourishing them for their journey from the vagina, up through the uterus, and into the Fallopian tubules. To get to the outside, these fluids begin mixing in the ejaculatory duct found inside the side walls of the prostate, and then enter the urethra."
"Urethra – isn't that the tube for urine?" Amanda challenged, a twinkle in her eye – no doubt thinking about peeing and golden showers, if I am any judge of a person.
I tried to answer scientifically. "The urethra serves dual purposes in most animals. In a male human, the urethra actually has 3 sections: prostatic, membranous, and spongy or penile urethra. The latter leads to the outside. Its opening is in the head of the penis, also called the glans. Michael is not circumcised, so his glans has this skin covering, called a prepuce, or foreskin."
Supposedly to demonstrate my point, I encircled his shaft, and pressed toward the base of his cock, and the foreskin drew back, exposing the tiny slit of the urethral opening.
From either the talk, or the touches, Michael's cock had stiffened slightly. As we were looking, a tiny bead of clear fluid emerged from the slit.
"Is that semen?" Suzette, perhaps the least experienced of the four, asked curiously.
"No, it's not. When a male is stimulated, the bulbourethral glands, a special pair of glands at the base of his penis, being secreting this fluid. It's job is to clean the urethra, and remove any acidity, making the environment suitable for launching the semen." Perhaps "launching" was too evocative of a word to use, since I felt my heart accelerate as I said it. "It is referred to as 'precum' by many people, I believe," I stated with an authoritative voice as an attempt to diffuse the impact of the slang expression.
I had to admit to myself that the sight of that precum was turning me on, but I also felt I could not do anything about it. However, Amanda gave me an opening by speculating, "Professor, if that fluid removes acidity, it must be slightly alkaline, and alkaline substances have a mildly bitter taste, right?"
"That is correct, Amanda. Very good thinking."
"Should we taste it, and see? After all, in the class on female sexuality, we tasted someone's vaginal fluids. Remember?" the little tease goaded me. She knew full well it was MY vaginal fluids they all had tasted.
"I don't know," I hesitated. "Perhaps if Michael does not mind?" I looked up again, to see him smile and shrug permissively. "Very well."
I dipped my finger in the bead of precum, only to see more well up in its place. The students waited, watching me as I placed that finger in my mouth and started sucking it. When I made no grimace of distaste, one by one they in turn dipped their fingers, and sampled. After a brief discussion, we agreed that while there might be a hint of bitterness, it was certainly not an unpleasant taste.
Judy then declared, "So if that liquid is from a different gland, precum can't get us pregnant. Right?"
I had to answer honestly. "There may be small amounts of sperm that seep into that fluid. Withdrawal before ejaculation is a risky endeavor. A better way to prevent pregnancy is to use some other birth control, like the pill, which is what I use." This caused my heart to accelerate even more, fearing I had just given too much information.
At that moment, Amanda's cell phone made a dinging sound, signifying the arrive of a text. Such things are not permitted during the school day, but this was after hours. She glanced at it. "Oh! A text from Mistress Polly." She scanned it quickly. Watching her face, I saw her expression transform from surprise to haughty calculation.
"Mistress Polly reminded me that, during school time, I am your student, and therefore I should not dominate you. She pointed out, however, that technically we are outside of school hours right now, and that I should make certain that this class is a 'memorable' one, since she cannot be here with you to help." To my amazement, Amanda now shifted to The Voice, demanding, "What is the next topic you are planning to cover?"
My throat constricted as I felt my body reacting to that tone. Shaking slightly, I choked out, "Erection, Miss." I tried to ignore the sharp inhalations of breath from the other 3 students, and probably Michael, as well, hearing me answer in such a manner. Even though the other 3 young ladies knew that I had acted submissively to Amanda when Mistress Polly had been present, this was their first inkling that my submission to her had gone any farther.
"Very well. What things can trigger an erection in the male, girl?" Amanda prodded me verbally.
Gulping, I answered, "Several things, Miss. Visual, tactile, olfactory, gustatory, and auditory stimuli can – even libidinous thoughts."
"Excellent summary, girl. Michael, are you truly game for anything, as you said earlier?" Michael was looking a bit dazed at the sudden change of attitude in the room, but managed to nod in response to Amanda's question.
"Wonderful. We will start with visual stimulation. Girl, stand very still as my classmates undress you," she directed. With a wave of her hand, she signaled the other three young ladies. They came toward me with huge grins on their faces. Their expressions indicated that this indeed was beginning to have the makings of a memorable class. In what seemed to be no time at all, their eager hands had stripped me of every bit of clothing. Amanda pulled me in front of Michael, and turned me to face him.
"There, Michael. Take a good look. Look at Molly's tits. Are they arousing?" She slapped my ass softly, saying, "Spread your thighs, and open your cunt. Show Michael that as well."
I could not stop myself – in truth, I did not want to stop myself. My true nature was emerging under her control. I widened my stance, and even tilted my pelvis back as I lewdly opened myself to his gaze. His cock twitched and stiffened a bit more at this display.
"Very good. Now for tactile. Hmmm. Let's see," Amanda pondered. "You seemed to enjoy fondling his cock earlier. Go pump it a little, and use your lips on it. That will demonstrate tactile."
Michael let out a groan as my hand wrapped itself on his cock and started a slow pumping action. I kissed all the rest of the exposed shaft carefully, and there was a good amount to kiss. I felt his cock getting more firm in my embrace.
"Enough!" Amanda ordered, obviously enjoying herself. "Place yourself on your back on top of your desk, girl, and open yourself up. We will test olfactory now." As I complied, she directed Michael, "Go ahead and give her pussy a good sniff. Inhale deeply." To her classmates, she said, "Watch his cock closely as he does."
I was flushing a deep scarlet as Michael lowered his face into my crotch. The sounds made by his deep inhalations were interrupted by Judy crowing, "That sure is having the desired effect! Look at that!" Apparently, Michael's cock was indeed showing more of an erection, but I could not see it from my position.
Amanda whispered something quietly into Michael's ear. I wondered what she was asking or saying. Her voice was too low for me to hear. Suddenly Michael's tongue slurped all the way from the base of my cunt to my clit! As he did this, Amanda explained to her classmates, "Gustatory means taste, of course."
The sensation caused me to shriek with pleasure, and Michael kept plowing his tongue in long strokes up the furrow between my labia, obviously relishing my taste. "Oh yes," Amanda added. "Let's also incorporate auditory. Girl, tell Michael how good his tongue feels."
"That's fantastic, Michael!" I moaned. "Please keep licking my hot, wet, cunt! Your tongue makes me so excited! Keep it up, and I will cum all over your face!"
Finally Amanda said, "OK, Michael. Stop and stand back please. Let us all have a good look." As she said this, she pulled me upright from the desk. Michael's cock now stood rampant! Fully engorged, its length and girth caused his foreskin to peel back partway, revealing his smooth glans with its now oozing slit.
Turning to me, Amanda demanded, "Explain to the class the physiology behind that erection."
Another excuse to touch that lovely structure! I moved close to him, and dropped to my knees. Taking his cock in one hand, with the other hand I used a fingertip to trace along each of the three rods of erectile tissues that constitute the bulk of the shaft. The words tumbled from my mouth. "The top two rods – here and here – are the corpora cavernosa. The bottom rod – here – is the corpus spongiosum, which passes forward and swells at the tip to become the glans, or head." His cock jerked and a small spurt emerged from the slit in the glans as my finger caressed the tube along the underside of his cock.
"His excitement causes his heart to pump blood into the erectile tissues of the penis at a faster rate. This, as well as a chemical release, causes the penile arteries to dilate, and the rising blood pressure collapses the veins in it, preventing the blood from escaping. This causes this wonderful engorgement." I was so mesmerized, I did not even notice using "wonderful" in such a non-scientific manner.
"You explain things so well, my dear little slut," Amanda complimented me. "And what causes the erection to ultimately recede?"
My breathing rate and depth intensified, and my heart began hammering in my chest, thumping so hard I wondered if my tits were bouncing because of it. "Ejaculation, Miss. When the male ejaculates, along with the rhythmic contractions of musculature that cause his semen to..." my voice faltered slightly, "... erupt from his cock, constriction of the arteries helps the engorgement to dissipate."
"I believe a demonstration is in order. Do you agree, ladies?" Amanda asked her classmates. There was a chorus of assent. Amanda took me by my hair and lifted me to my feet, commanding, "Back on top of your desk, slut. Time for you to get fucked while we watch." The word "fuck" excited me more than I could articulate.
Without a peep of protest, I stretched out on my desk with my legs dangling over its side and eagerly spread my legs apart. I wanted that cock in me more than anything at that moment. "Come here, Michael," I pleaded. "Give me the fucking that I need so desperately!" The fact that we would have an audience for our screwing seemed to act like an aphrodisiac on me. Gone for the moment was the prim and proper teacher. In her place appeared a wanton, needy slut, offering her cunt to this man. Begging to be his fuck toy!
Michael hesitated only a moment or two, perhaps unable to believe his luck. He certainly did not suffer from performance anxiety. If anything, his cock swell even more as he stepped toward me. Grabbing its base in his hand, he rubbed that throbbing shaft up and down my wet furrow, lubing it in my freely flowing juices. Still holding that glistening rod in his hand, he stepped back lightly and teased me, saying, "Come on, Molly. Show me where you want this."
In answer, I reached down and grabbed my labia, one in each hand, and stretched them as far as I could to each side, completely revealing my churning vaginal opening. "Right here," I moaned. "Ram that dick right into this tight little fuck hole of mine. Make me cum. Make us both cum. Please!" He stepped closer, and suddenly I felt my pussy stuffed full as he jammed his cock in to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. I grunted with the force of it, but my legs reflexively came up to wrap around his waist, drawing him into me. Sounds of "OMG", and "YES!" ripped from my throat, expressing my pleasure at being mounted so well.
He began fucking me tentatively at first, but then increased his pace as he saw my reactions, clearly played out in my vocalizations and facial expressions. His cock pistoned in and out of my honey well, each stroke making a squishing sound as our mingling fluids were being churned together. The smell of our arousal was flooding the area around us.
I finally had the presence of mind to briefly glance around the room, momentarily wondering what the students thought of this erotic performance. I need not have worried. Every single one of them had her eyes glued to our actions, while her hands were busy playing with her tits, her pussy, or both. They had not taken the time to strip. They merely yanked open their clothing enough to reach their goodies. Fingers were diddling all around me.
Seeing that triggered my orgasm!
I howled as my pussy erupted, squirting hot juices all over Michael's cock, crotch, and balls. My eyes went out of focus from the intensity of it, so I closed them as my legs unlocked from behind Michael's back, and dangled limply now to either side of him. Showing great stamina, he still had not cum, but continued fucking me as I twitched in post-orgasmic aftershocks. I was not aware that Amanda had whispered another suggestion to him.
To my surprise, Michael pulled his cock out of me, and he and Amanda quickly flipped me face down on the desk, my legs hanging off the side to touch the floor. I felt several hands spreading my ass cheeks quite far apart, and before I could even ask what was happening, I felt Michael's cock pressing hard against my ass hole! I was stretched so far open that the head of his cock easily found purchase, penetrating my anal ring, and driving a screech from my lungs!
I heard him say, "You're right Amanda! Her ass hole is perfect for fucking! It feels like a tight velvet glove gripping my cock!"
I cried out in a mixture of pain and excitement. Now with each thrust I felt his balls slapping my labia as his cock skewered my rear tunnel. Hands were keeping me pinned in place. I had no choice but to let go, and embrace what was happening. The more I embracing the pain or discomfort, the more it transformed into pleasure. All around me, I heard the students screaming as they too began experiencing their orgasms, everyone now caught up in the scenario.
The visual, olfactory, auditory and tactile stimulations finally sent Michael over the edge. As he called out, "I'm cumming!" I felt his cock begin to twitch and jerk, enveloped by the sheath of my rectum. Then jet after jet of hot cum squirted deep inside me, driven deeper with each stroke of his erupting cock. Despite the tightness of my ass hole, quite a bit of it escaped from the opening, drooling down my thighs.
Michael finally stopped thrusting, and slumped down onto my back, his cock still giving gentle twitches deep in my ass. Gradually, his tumescence faded, and his wilting cock slipped out of my ass. I had not reached a second orgasm, but my ass muscles were rippling merrily, dislodging even more of his cum from my opening. I imagine I was displaying quite a mess, but I did not care.
I heard Suzette say, "Professor was right. After ejaculation, his erection went away pretty quickly."
Recovering slightly, I slipped off the desk to lean back against it, sitting on the floor in a pool of semen and vaginal fluids. Amanda decided they should recap what they had learned. "Michael, we need you for a few more minutes, to make certain we learned everything correctly. However, everything is very messy down there. Please bring your crotch over to Molly for a good cleaning."
I was well aware of being the center of attention as I used my hands and tongue to lick and suck all of Michael's cock and balls back to a pristine condition. I watched and listened as all the students repeated the anatomical structures and functions that had been discussed. Once again, they had absorbed the information perfectly. After he had dressed again, they each gave Michael a chaste kiss, and sent him on his way.
Still sitting naked, I wondered what the students were discussing, as they went into a huddle. After a short, whispered conversation, I heard Suzette say, "I couldn't possibly do that – but I will watch." The others merely nodded their agreement. They approached me with impish looks on their faces.
Amanda acted as their spokesperson. Utilizing The Voice in full force, she stated, "One final thing, to make this even more memorable. Spread out on your back there on the floor, girl." Confused, I did as I was commanded.
Judy and Linda removed their panties completely, and walked close, towering above me. To my astonishment, they raised their skirts, opened their labia, and began pissing! Linda's pee hit my belly and splashed a trail down into my pussy, while Judy's struck accurately on my tits, the incidental spray striking my face. I quickly closed my mouth, which had dropped open in my amazement. I tasted very little of the urine, but was extremely humiliated by this act, no doubt exactly what Amanda had intended.
I thought my ordeal was complete at this point, but Amanda told me to roll over onto my knees and press my head and shoulders to the floor, keeping my ass up. Perversely excited by this new act of submission, I assumed the position she demanded.
"Pull your ass cheeks apart, slut! Show us your gaping ass hole!" she demanded. This made me realize that the recent reaming by Michael's cock must have left that opening dilated a lot more than usual. I expected that Amanda wanted to give her classmates a final look at my nasty opening, humiliating me to the maximum. I did not expect what really happened. With no warning, Amanda's piss splashed accurately into my ravaged ass hole, and then cascaded down my sloped back! Strangely, this heightened humiliation almost caused me to cum! I stayed as I was, moaning, as the rest of them returned their clothing to normal.
Amanda gently raised my chin to look into my eyes and get my attention. She must have seen evidence of my renewed arousal, because she said, "We are leaving now. Once you have cleaned up this mess, you have my permission to cum again, if you wish."
"Thank you, Miss," I replied in an altered, dreamy voice. After the door closed, I found the incentive to quickly make the room spotless. But I had to clean it a bit more after the two orgasms I gave myself as a reward, replaying in my mind all that had occurred. A memorable class indeed.