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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,271
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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After school activities
TEACHER’S PET (part 7)
Saturday, Carol’s shower. It’s been three days since my visit to the principal’s office, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Carol ‘s been acting as if nothing’s the matter, which reassures me that principal Weisz hasn’t told her anything. I wonder if I should tell her, and how she’d react if I did. In a way, it would be an interesting test to see how serious our relationship is. Contradictory emotions are rushing through me like so many demons, haunting me, chasing after the pure pleasure I should be feeling. I sigh: Carol is standing behind me, thoroughly washing my back as the hot shower water splatters on us both. I feel the sponge trail down to my bottom, and I smile: she squeezes it, gently, and the soapy water gushes over my buttocks like a wet kiss. I feel her hand on my hip, making slow circles, closer to my bottom: she clutches my left buttock, feeling its fullness in her soft hand. With her right hand, she slides the sponge from my back to my stomach, soaping it, before moving up. She washes my breasts, slowly, methodically: the soap gushes over them, white and foamy, before being washed away by the water. I moan softly. Carol draws me closer: I can feel her full, firm breasts pressing against my shoulders, her hot breath on my neck. Still soaping up my breasts, she places her free hand on my stomach, feeling the slick wetness of my tummy. I press my bonto nto hers as her hand slides down between my legs, finding my pussy, wet and ready. She whispers in my ears.
“Do you want it?”
I nod, frantically. Without wasting time, she plunges two fingers into me, deep: by now, she knows what I can take in one go. I groan with pleasure, as I reach behind me to pull her even closer. We move in unison: as I push down on her hand, she follows my motions, our hips bucking together in a wet dance. She stretches my pussy, pushing in a third finger: I push down harder, trying to take more of her hand inside me. She drops the sponge: her hand reaches above, for the shower head. Still fucking me, she takes the head off the holder and starts rinsing my breasts with it, the drops of water splashing on my skin. She changes the setting to a concentrated, pulsating stream: the water massages my breasts, every drop splattering against my jutting nipples, sending a surge of pleasure straight to the core. I grind myself against her hand, feeling my pussy stretch around her curled fingers. I feel the stream move from my breasts, lower down: I close my eyes in anticipation as it travels across my navel, to the onset of my pussy, lower still…
I gasp as I feel the water pulsating against my clit, exerting a relentless pressure on my sensitive nub. Carol speeds up her pumping motions, her hands slightly pushed aside so the water can reach my clit. Pinning my lower body between her and and her hips, she keeps it in place while the water showers and grinds against me. My eyes open wide; I feel a pressure on my lungs, as if I’m fighting back a scream. My clit swells and throbs, adjusting to the constant stimulation. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
Carol starts kissing my neck, lightly biting the flesh: I tilt my head to accommodate, revelling in the different sensations, trying to stay focused. I feel my knees getting weak: if it weren’t for Carol keeping me in place tightly, I would collapse to the floor. I massage her bottom, behind me, kneading the flesh with all the strength I can muster, which, at the moment, isn’t as much as I would like. Every muscle in my body pulses in time with my enflamed clit, and all my energy is concentrated in that small nub, assaulted by the thrusting water. Carol curls her fingers inside me even further, causing me to feel fuller than I would have imagined possible. Meanwhile, the pressure on my clit is becoming impossible to maintain, and I feel myself starting to cum, in large, strong, billowing waves, one after the other. With the stream of the shower still on my throbbing clit, I cum a second time, and a third. I scream out, long and hard. Carol puts the shower head back and cradles me in her arms, as I ride out my string of orgasms. Whispering comforting words in my ear, she caresses my body until I go limp against her.
…
At lunch, I watch her take small, thoughtful bites of her sandwich, as we sit at opposites ends of the small kitchen table. I haven’t touched my food, plagued by the guilt I still feel. From time to time, I open my mouth, on the verge of saying something, telling her about me and principal Weisz, but I don’t. Instead, I stare at my sandwich, pick up my cup of tea, and put it down again without drinking. I take a deep breath.
“Carol?”
She looks up, smiling. For a moment, I believe she might actually love me.
“Yes, Lucy.”
Lucy. Not ‘honey’, or even ‘baby’. She still addresses me as her student. I sigh, almost look away, but I continue.
“There’s something I must tell you.”
Under the table, I feel her bare foot against my ankle, slowly sliding up and down against my calf. I clear my throat, trying to find the words. Her foot slides higher, towards my knee.
“Then tell me.”
She smiles mischievously, a smile I’ve seen many times before. Her foot has reached my inner thigh, and is slowly rubbing the sensitive skin there. I pick up my cup of coffee again: I can see my hand trembling. Slowly, I put it down again. I hesitate.
“A few days ago, I got called into the…”
My words trail off, as her foot finds my tender pussy, still sensitive from the onslaught in the shower. Since I’m only dressed in my underwear, she can freely rub up and down against the thin fabric. I gasp, trying to continue my sentence, but I find myself unable to utter anything coherent. I feel her big toe slipping in through my panties between my folds, as she softly wiggles it inside. I lean back in my seat.
“…into the principal’s office? I know.”
The words take a while to register. I look at her, but she pushes her foot harder against my pussy, and I close my eyes again.
“Principal Weisz told me about it.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I want to ask her to repeat it, to explain, but I’m caught in the pleasure she’s creating, rubbing up against her foot with careless abandon. She’s silent now, concentrating on the task of getting me off. She won’t have a hard time at it. Already I’m halfway there, panting and moaning incessantly, sweat forming on my forehead and chest. She pushes my soaked panties deep into me, making the fabric brush against my clit.
“Yes, oh yes…”
I’m begging now, once again, like I begged principal Weisz. My pleas are not in vain: Carol pushes harder, shoving more of her foot inside me. I push back: the slight initial pain subsides, and my pussy stretches to meet her. The pressure proves too much for me, and I cum. The orgasm is not as intense as the ones before, but the fullness of my pussy provides me with another powerful experience. Carol draws back, smiling.
“Now finish your lunch. You have to be home in 20 minutes.”
She continues eating, her foot still resting against my soaking pussy. I look down, grab my sandwich, and start taking small, thoughtful bites.
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AUTHOR\'S NOTE
Another chapter, another
dosage of smut ^_^ .
Remember, your reviews
give me the strength to
keep writing, so if you want
this to continue, you know
what to do....
-----------------------------
Saturday, Carol’s shower. It’s been three days since my visit to the principal’s office, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Carol ‘s been acting as if nothing’s the matter, which reassures me that principal Weisz hasn’t told her anything. I wonder if I should tell her, and how she’d react if I did. In a way, it would be an interesting test to see how serious our relationship is. Contradictory emotions are rushing through me like so many demons, haunting me, chasing after the pure pleasure I should be feeling. I sigh: Carol is standing behind me, thoroughly washing my back as the hot shower water splatters on us both. I feel the sponge trail down to my bottom, and I smile: she squeezes it, gently, and the soapy water gushes over my buttocks like a wet kiss. I feel her hand on my hip, making slow circles, closer to my bottom: she clutches my left buttock, feeling its fullness in her soft hand. With her right hand, she slides the sponge from my back to my stomach, soaping it, before moving up. She washes my breasts, slowly, methodically: the soap gushes over them, white and foamy, before being washed away by the water. I moan softly. Carol draws me closer: I can feel her full, firm breasts pressing against my shoulders, her hot breath on my neck. Still soaping up my breasts, she places her free hand on my stomach, feeling the slick wetness of my tummy. I press my bonto nto hers as her hand slides down between my legs, finding my pussy, wet and ready. She whispers in my ears.
“Do you want it?”
I nod, frantically. Without wasting time, she plunges two fingers into me, deep: by now, she knows what I can take in one go. I groan with pleasure, as I reach behind me to pull her even closer. We move in unison: as I push down on her hand, she follows my motions, our hips bucking together in a wet dance. She stretches my pussy, pushing in a third finger: I push down harder, trying to take more of her hand inside me. She drops the sponge: her hand reaches above, for the shower head. Still fucking me, she takes the head off the holder and starts rinsing my breasts with it, the drops of water splashing on my skin. She changes the setting to a concentrated, pulsating stream: the water massages my breasts, every drop splattering against my jutting nipples, sending a surge of pleasure straight to the core. I grind myself against her hand, feeling my pussy stretch around her curled fingers. I feel the stream move from my breasts, lower down: I close my eyes in anticipation as it travels across my navel, to the onset of my pussy, lower still…
I gasp as I feel the water pulsating against my clit, exerting a relentless pressure on my sensitive nub. Carol speeds up her pumping motions, her hands slightly pushed aside so the water can reach my clit. Pinning my lower body between her and and her hips, she keeps it in place while the water showers and grinds against me. My eyes open wide; I feel a pressure on my lungs, as if I’m fighting back a scream. My clit swells and throbs, adjusting to the constant stimulation. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
Carol starts kissing my neck, lightly biting the flesh: I tilt my head to accommodate, revelling in the different sensations, trying to stay focused. I feel my knees getting weak: if it weren’t for Carol keeping me in place tightly, I would collapse to the floor. I massage her bottom, behind me, kneading the flesh with all the strength I can muster, which, at the moment, isn’t as much as I would like. Every muscle in my body pulses in time with my enflamed clit, and all my energy is concentrated in that small nub, assaulted by the thrusting water. Carol curls her fingers inside me even further, causing me to feel fuller than I would have imagined possible. Meanwhile, the pressure on my clit is becoming impossible to maintain, and I feel myself starting to cum, in large, strong, billowing waves, one after the other. With the stream of the shower still on my throbbing clit, I cum a second time, and a third. I scream out, long and hard. Carol puts the shower head back and cradles me in her arms, as I ride out my string of orgasms. Whispering comforting words in my ear, she caresses my body until I go limp against her.
…
At lunch, I watch her take small, thoughtful bites of her sandwich, as we sit at opposites ends of the small kitchen table. I haven’t touched my food, plagued by the guilt I still feel. From time to time, I open my mouth, on the verge of saying something, telling her about me and principal Weisz, but I don’t. Instead, I stare at my sandwich, pick up my cup of tea, and put it down again without drinking. I take a deep breath.
“Carol?”
She looks up, smiling. For a moment, I believe she might actually love me.
“Yes, Lucy.”
Lucy. Not ‘honey’, or even ‘baby’. She still addresses me as her student. I sigh, almost look away, but I continue.
“There’s something I must tell you.”
Under the table, I feel her bare foot against my ankle, slowly sliding up and down against my calf. I clear my throat, trying to find the words. Her foot slides higher, towards my knee.
“Then tell me.”
She smiles mischievously, a smile I’ve seen many times before. Her foot has reached my inner thigh, and is slowly rubbing the sensitive skin there. I pick up my cup of coffee again: I can see my hand trembling. Slowly, I put it down again. I hesitate.
“A few days ago, I got called into the…”
My words trail off, as her foot finds my tender pussy, still sensitive from the onslaught in the shower. Since I’m only dressed in my underwear, she can freely rub up and down against the thin fabric. I gasp, trying to continue my sentence, but I find myself unable to utter anything coherent. I feel her big toe slipping in through my panties between my folds, as she softly wiggles it inside. I lean back in my seat.
“…into the principal’s office? I know.”
The words take a while to register. I look at her, but she pushes her foot harder against my pussy, and I close my eyes again.
“Principal Weisz told me about it.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I want to ask her to repeat it, to explain, but I’m caught in the pleasure she’s creating, rubbing up against her foot with careless abandon. She’s silent now, concentrating on the task of getting me off. She won’t have a hard time at it. Already I’m halfway there, panting and moaning incessantly, sweat forming on my forehead and chest. She pushes my soaked panties deep into me, making the fabric brush against my clit.
“Yes, oh yes…”
I’m begging now, once again, like I begged principal Weisz. My pleas are not in vain: Carol pushes harder, shoving more of her foot inside me. I push back: the slight initial pain subsides, and my pussy stretches to meet her. The pressure proves too much for me, and I cum. The orgasm is not as intense as the ones before, but the fullness of my pussy provides me with another powerful experience. Carol draws back, smiling.
“Now finish your lunch. You have to be home in 20 minutes.”
She continues eating, her foot still resting against my soaking pussy. I look down, grab my sandwich, and start taking small, thoughtful bites.
----------------------------
AUTHOR\'S NOTE
Another chapter, another
dosage of smut ^_^ .
Remember, your reviews
give me the strength to
keep writing, so if you want
this to continue, you know
what to do....
-----------------------------