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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,129
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The principal's office
TEACHER’S PET (part 6)
“Lucy Wilson?”
I sit up straight, realizing I’ve been dozing off for just a minute. Biology is a pretty interesting subject in itself, but Mr. Katz, our biology teacher, manages to make everything sound dull and pointless. I look round the class: Fred, the school janitor, is standing in the doorway, looking as if he detests every single one of us, which he probably does. I clear my throat.
“Yes?”
“You’re wanted in the principal’s office. Now.”
Fred closes the door: I hear his loud footsteps through the hallway. For a moment, I hesitate, not knowing what to do. Then, I get up, take my backpack, and walk out of the class.
As I walk through the hallway, my heart pounds like crazy. Why does the principal want to see me? On the surface, it doesn’t make sense: I’m generally regarded as a “good” student, I’ve never caused any trouble in school, and I generally don’t stand out enough to be called into the principal’s office. I realize this can only be about one thing. My apprehension grows with every step I take towards the office. I feel the urge to walk past, to run out of the school, never looking back, but I compose myself.
I knock on the door. A soft, friendly voice says “enter”, and I swing the door open.
Principal Weisz is a tall, good-looking woman in her early thirties. She is quite thin, yet full in the right places, and wears her blonde, slightly curly hair loose. As far as principals go, this school could have done a lot worse. Right now, she is studying me, obviously looking for signs of nervousness onbehabehalf. I try to smile light-heartedly, but I know I’m not pulling it off.
“Sit down, Lucy.”
I take the chair in front of her desk and sit down, my legs crossed. I try to pull my skirt down a bit over my thighs, but it keeps riding up. Principal Weisz stands up and starts walking around the office.
“Do you know why you’re here, Lucy?”
I swallow, trying to compose myself. Forcing myself to look at the principal, I say “no”. It comes out hoarse and whispered.
“Well, Lucy, the thing is this: I’ve been hearing some… rumours about you lately, which are becoming hard to ignore. Rumours about you and Ms Brahms.”
My heart stops: I can feel the blood run cold in my veins. I try to laugh.
“Rumours, principal Weisz?”
She stops, turns around, and looks at me, her eyes slightly screwed up.
“Rumours that you might be… doing certain things after class. Do you understand me?”
I shake my head, unable to say anything. Instead, I tug at my skirt.
“Some students claim they saw the two of you, having sex. Is that true?”
I want to yell “No!”, to shake my head, to run out of the office. Anything. Instead, I sit frozen, speechless, beaten. I feel my entire body trembling as principal Weisz takes a few steps toward me and places her hand on my shoulder.
“I hope you realize this is a very serious matter, Lucy. If it’s true, I’ll have to take actions. We have rules for this, you know that, to protect the students. But right now, I just want you to tell me if it’s true or not.”
I nod, first gently, then more strongly. I’m on the brink of tears. Principal Weisz nods along with me.
“I see.”
She squeezes my shoulder, moving closer to me.
“You see, Lucy… This is the problem. Ms Brahms is a very good teacher, you know that and I know that. And I get the feeling you actually care for her, don’t you?”
I nod again, sobbing.
“So I guess neither of us wants this to have any unfortunate consequences?”
She’s standing closely beside me now, almost leaning against me: I can feel the warmth of her body next to mine. I look up at her: she’s smiling.
“Mind you, I understand what she sees in you. You’re a very pretty girl, Lucy. I’m sure we can reach some… understanding.”
I blink, letting the words sink in. She’s stroking my shoulder now, and lightly pressing her body against me. Confusion sets in, and for a moment I contemplate getting out of my chair and leaving the office. Then, I feel her hand slide from my shoulder down to my right breast. Startled, I try to pull away, but she grips it firmly, giving it a pleasurable squeeze. I gasp, involuntarily.
“Just this little thing, Lucy, and you and your beloved teacher will have nothing to worry about.”
I look up at her again: her beautiful green eyes look at me invitingly, and she smiles. Her lips, while not as full and pouting as Ms Brahm’s, are still nice and shapely, highlighted with a deep red lipstick. She fondles my breast through my blouse: I can feel the perfect pressure of her fingers as she kneads the flesh, pushing up my breast, feeling its weight. I nod: she leans in to kiss me. Almost instinctively, I open my mouth to let in her tongue. She sticks it in, eagerly: I taste her as her tongue brushes over mine and our lips rub together. She squeezes my breast harder: my nipples harden under her touch. Still kissing me, she starts to unbutton my blouse. I assist her, becoming impat mys myself. Throwing my blouse to the floor, I unhook my bra and toss it aside. She grabs my breasts with both hands, her palms pressed against my hard nipples. I slide my hips forward on the chair, till my pussy makes contact with her knee. She pushes it against me, hard: I break free from her kiss to groan loudly. She plants kisses in my neck, around my ear, on my shoulder. I kick off my shoes. Pulling back her knee, principal Weisz grabs the elastic of my skirt and pulls it down my legs, over my feet. She pauses to look at my feet, cradling them in her hands. Taking off my socks, she gently kisses the sole of my left foot: I shiver with pleasure. Her lips move up on my left leg, softly planting kisses. She stops to admire the girlish pink panties I put on for Ms Brahms, and smirks. She grabs the panties: I lift up my lower body to allow her to slide them down my legs. She throws them aside, next to my skirt. I can feel her lips on my pussy, sampling my wetness. Moaning, I slide further down on the chair to allow her greater access. Placing her hands on my hips, she slowly runs her tongue along my folds. I close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure. Sitting naked on the chair, I start to fondle my own breasts, feeling my nipples between my fingers, lost in the moment. I feel her tongue entering me, slipping slowly between my wet folds, as her hands reach round my back to pull me in closer. I arch my back, in passion. Her tongue goes deep inside me, slightly curled: she starts fucking me with it, moving in and out, slowly androugroughly. I gently wriggle my lower body around, enhancing the feeling of her wet tongue inside me. My head is spinning: I can hear myself begging, whispering obscenities.
“Fuck me… Fuck me, please…”
She fucks me, passionately. Digging her fingers into my soft buttocks, she laps away at my enflamed pussy like a wolf drinking water, brushing over my swollen clit relentlessly. Shockwaves travel through my body every time her tongue makes contact with my clit: I start making high-pitched noises with excitement, while she speeds up her motions. I hear myself screaming, loud, uncontrolled: the heat travels from my pussy through my body in surges. Her tongue lingers on my clit, licking in short, quick strokes. I’m close to cumming: principal Weisz starts licking even faster, bringing me to the edge of my senses. My muscles jerk, and I cum. I throw myself back in my chair, letting out loud cries of satisfaction, as principal Weisz pins me down to collect my squirting juices. The world around me turns black for one second, and I go limp.
I breathe in deep, and open my eyes. I see principal Weisz’s head emerging from between my legs, her lips and chin covered in my juices. She takes a handkerchief out of her pocket to wipe it off.
“Thank you, Lucy. That will be enough for now.”
She goes back to her desk and sits down, rearranging papers as if nothing has happened. I want to say something, but, once again, I don’t: instead I stand up and gather my clothes.
…
I’m back in the hallway, leaning against the wall, banging the back of my head against it softly. I’m trying to review what just happened, and exactly what part in it I was playing. Was I merely giving in to the pressure she had put on me? Did I do what I have to do out of love for Ms Brahms, for Carol? Then why did I enjoy it as much as I did? And who was that student who saw me and Carol make love? I sigh. For the first time, I get the feeling that the whole thing may be too complicated to be worthwhile. I look around, fix my clothes one more time, and move toward the exit. No more school for me today.
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AUTHOR\'S NOTE
Yup, the plot thickens. ^_^ I\'d really
like to know what you think of the
latest developments, so please review.
Also, if you think you might have a better
idea than I have about whehis his story
is supposed to go next, feel free to give
me your suggestions...
Curious as ever,
Elfy.
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“Lucy Wilson?”
I sit up straight, realizing I’ve been dozing off for just a minute. Biology is a pretty interesting subject in itself, but Mr. Katz, our biology teacher, manages to make everything sound dull and pointless. I look round the class: Fred, the school janitor, is standing in the doorway, looking as if he detests every single one of us, which he probably does. I clear my throat.
“Yes?”
“You’re wanted in the principal’s office. Now.”
Fred closes the door: I hear his loud footsteps through the hallway. For a moment, I hesitate, not knowing what to do. Then, I get up, take my backpack, and walk out of the class.
As I walk through the hallway, my heart pounds like crazy. Why does the principal want to see me? On the surface, it doesn’t make sense: I’m generally regarded as a “good” student, I’ve never caused any trouble in school, and I generally don’t stand out enough to be called into the principal’s office. I realize this can only be about one thing. My apprehension grows with every step I take towards the office. I feel the urge to walk past, to run out of the school, never looking back, but I compose myself.
I knock on the door. A soft, friendly voice says “enter”, and I swing the door open.
Principal Weisz is a tall, good-looking woman in her early thirties. She is quite thin, yet full in the right places, and wears her blonde, slightly curly hair loose. As far as principals go, this school could have done a lot worse. Right now, she is studying me, obviously looking for signs of nervousness onbehabehalf. I try to smile light-heartedly, but I know I’m not pulling it off.
“Sit down, Lucy.”
I take the chair in front of her desk and sit down, my legs crossed. I try to pull my skirt down a bit over my thighs, but it keeps riding up. Principal Weisz stands up and starts walking around the office.
“Do you know why you’re here, Lucy?”
I swallow, trying to compose myself. Forcing myself to look at the principal, I say “no”. It comes out hoarse and whispered.
“Well, Lucy, the thing is this: I’ve been hearing some… rumours about you lately, which are becoming hard to ignore. Rumours about you and Ms Brahms.”
My heart stops: I can feel the blood run cold in my veins. I try to laugh.
“Rumours, principal Weisz?”
She stops, turns around, and looks at me, her eyes slightly screwed up.
“Rumours that you might be… doing certain things after class. Do you understand me?”
I shake my head, unable to say anything. Instead, I tug at my skirt.
“Some students claim they saw the two of you, having sex. Is that true?”
I want to yell “No!”, to shake my head, to run out of the office. Anything. Instead, I sit frozen, speechless, beaten. I feel my entire body trembling as principal Weisz takes a few steps toward me and places her hand on my shoulder.
“I hope you realize this is a very serious matter, Lucy. If it’s true, I’ll have to take actions. We have rules for this, you know that, to protect the students. But right now, I just want you to tell me if it’s true or not.”
I nod, first gently, then more strongly. I’m on the brink of tears. Principal Weisz nods along with me.
“I see.”
She squeezes my shoulder, moving closer to me.
“You see, Lucy… This is the problem. Ms Brahms is a very good teacher, you know that and I know that. And I get the feeling you actually care for her, don’t you?”
I nod again, sobbing.
“So I guess neither of us wants this to have any unfortunate consequences?”
She’s standing closely beside me now, almost leaning against me: I can feel the warmth of her body next to mine. I look up at her: she’s smiling.
“Mind you, I understand what she sees in you. You’re a very pretty girl, Lucy. I’m sure we can reach some… understanding.”
I blink, letting the words sink in. She’s stroking my shoulder now, and lightly pressing her body against me. Confusion sets in, and for a moment I contemplate getting out of my chair and leaving the office. Then, I feel her hand slide from my shoulder down to my right breast. Startled, I try to pull away, but she grips it firmly, giving it a pleasurable squeeze. I gasp, involuntarily.
“Just this little thing, Lucy, and you and your beloved teacher will have nothing to worry about.”
I look up at her again: her beautiful green eyes look at me invitingly, and she smiles. Her lips, while not as full and pouting as Ms Brahm’s, are still nice and shapely, highlighted with a deep red lipstick. She fondles my breast through my blouse: I can feel the perfect pressure of her fingers as she kneads the flesh, pushing up my breast, feeling its weight. I nod: she leans in to kiss me. Almost instinctively, I open my mouth to let in her tongue. She sticks it in, eagerly: I taste her as her tongue brushes over mine and our lips rub together. She squeezes my breast harder: my nipples harden under her touch. Still kissing me, she starts to unbutton my blouse. I assist her, becoming impat mys myself. Throwing my blouse to the floor, I unhook my bra and toss it aside. She grabs my breasts with both hands, her palms pressed against my hard nipples. I slide my hips forward on the chair, till my pussy makes contact with her knee. She pushes it against me, hard: I break free from her kiss to groan loudly. She plants kisses in my neck, around my ear, on my shoulder. I kick off my shoes. Pulling back her knee, principal Weisz grabs the elastic of my skirt and pulls it down my legs, over my feet. She pauses to look at my feet, cradling them in her hands. Taking off my socks, she gently kisses the sole of my left foot: I shiver with pleasure. Her lips move up on my left leg, softly planting kisses. She stops to admire the girlish pink panties I put on for Ms Brahms, and smirks. She grabs the panties: I lift up my lower body to allow her to slide them down my legs. She throws them aside, next to my skirt. I can feel her lips on my pussy, sampling my wetness. Moaning, I slide further down on the chair to allow her greater access. Placing her hands on my hips, she slowly runs her tongue along my folds. I close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure. Sitting naked on the chair, I start to fondle my own breasts, feeling my nipples between my fingers, lost in the moment. I feel her tongue entering me, slipping slowly between my wet folds, as her hands reach round my back to pull me in closer. I arch my back, in passion. Her tongue goes deep inside me, slightly curled: she starts fucking me with it, moving in and out, slowly androugroughly. I gently wriggle my lower body around, enhancing the feeling of her wet tongue inside me. My head is spinning: I can hear myself begging, whispering obscenities.
“Fuck me… Fuck me, please…”
She fucks me, passionately. Digging her fingers into my soft buttocks, she laps away at my enflamed pussy like a wolf drinking water, brushing over my swollen clit relentlessly. Shockwaves travel through my body every time her tongue makes contact with my clit: I start making high-pitched noises with excitement, while she speeds up her motions. I hear myself screaming, loud, uncontrolled: the heat travels from my pussy through my body in surges. Her tongue lingers on my clit, licking in short, quick strokes. I’m close to cumming: principal Weisz starts licking even faster, bringing me to the edge of my senses. My muscles jerk, and I cum. I throw myself back in my chair, letting out loud cries of satisfaction, as principal Weisz pins me down to collect my squirting juices. The world around me turns black for one second, and I go limp.
I breathe in deep, and open my eyes. I see principal Weisz’s head emerging from between my legs, her lips and chin covered in my juices. She takes a handkerchief out of her pocket to wipe it off.
“Thank you, Lucy. That will be enough for now.”
She goes back to her desk and sits down, rearranging papers as if nothing has happened. I want to say something, but, once again, I don’t: instead I stand up and gather my clothes.
…
I’m back in the hallway, leaning against the wall, banging the back of my head against it softly. I’m trying to review what just happened, and exactly what part in it I was playing. Was I merely giving in to the pressure she had put on me? Did I do what I have to do out of love for Ms Brahms, for Carol? Then why did I enjoy it as much as I did? And who was that student who saw me and Carol make love? I sigh. For the first time, I get the feeling that the whole thing may be too complicated to be worthwhile. I look around, fix my clothes one more time, and move toward the exit. No more school for me today.
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AUTHOR\'S NOTE
Yup, the plot thickens. ^_^ I\'d really
like to know what you think of the
latest developments, so please review.
Also, if you think you might have a better
idea than I have about whehis his story
is supposed to go next, feel free to give
me your suggestions...
Curious as ever,
Elfy.
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