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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,131
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Return to the principal's office
TEACHER’S PET (part 8)
There’s a buzz going round the classroom, which I try to ignore, sitting perfectly still in my seat. Word has gotten out somehow, despite principal Weisz’ assurances that no one needed to know anything. I hear students giggle, whispering. Kevin Reynolds turns to me, and smiles broadly, cruelly.
“So, Luce… I hear you’re banging Ms Brahms?”
Laughter. Part of me wants to get up and run out, but I know better than to let this get to me. Not right now.
“Well… That’s a lot more than you can say, isn’t it?”
Subdued “oooh”s come from the back of the class. Kevin smiles once more, somewhat less broadly this time, and turns around again. Ms Brahms comes in: the class is silent, but I can hear their thoughts, each and every one of them. If she can hear them too, she’s not letting on. She puts her briefcase down, takes out her notes, and starts teaching. Same as ever.
The giggling begins, starting at the back, slowly spreading to the rows in front. Pretty soon, it surrounds me, growing louder. I can barely hear Ms Brahms, Carol, anymore: the giggling is slowly turning into laughter, one student at a time. Carol is still pretending not to notice anything. My face turns red: I can feel the blood pumping to my cheeks. I feel a soft pressure in my stomach, pushing its way to my lungs, forming a scream inside me, trying to get out. Kevin Reynolds is covering his mouth with his hands, chuckling, his entire body rhythmically shaking. My blood boils. I stand up, furious, about to yell at the top of my lungs.
That’s when the door opens, and Fred the janitor sticks his head in and gives us his look of disdain. I freeze, my mouth half open, my body towering above everyone else.
“Lucy Wilson. Principal’s office.”
His head disappears again. I compose myself, as the muted laughter continues, and I head for the door.
…
Principal Weisz is sitting behind her desk, idly thumbing through a stack of papers. She hardly seems to notice me as I stand against the door.
“Sit down, Lucy.”
I don’t, instead standing with my back to the door, fists clenched, my heart pounding.
“Everyone knows. About me and Ms. Brahms.”
She nods.
“I know, Lucy. It’s not my fault.”
My body trembles.
“Not your fault? You *promised* me no one would know.”
She puts down the stack of papers and stand up. Her blonde curls sway as she shakes her head, slowly. She’s wearing a black silk blouse, buttoned down to reveal the onset of her breasts, and a pair of tight, white pants, combined with black high-heeled shoes. No bra. The way her blouse hugs her firm bosom reminds me of Carol. She walks up to me.
“I know, Lucy, and I’m sorry. But word travels fast in this school. I couldn’t stop it.”
“Was it the student who saw us?”
She lifts her hand and brushes the hair out of my eyes, gently. I can smell her perfume, heavy and alluring. She doesn’t answer my question: instead, she leans in towards me, her lips slightly parted.
Before I know it, we’re kissing, long and deep. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, feeling hers: I grab her bottom to pull her closer to me. She does the same: we are pressed against each other, pulling each other in, feeling our warmth spread between us. She lifts up my skirt and digs her fingers into my buttocks, pushing me against her even closer: I can feel her hard, poking nipples pressing into my flesh. My own nipples get even harder in response, and my pussy starts to tingle with growing excitement. She starts rubbing her leg against me as we kiss, and I unfasten her pants, sliding them down below her buttocks. She’s not wearing panties: as she squirms further out of her pants, I place my left hand on her pussy, feeling her dampnesShe She throws her pants aside: I see she’s managed to keep her high heels on. Still kissing, I start to unbutton her blouse, fumbling, not managing very well with her body still pressed against me. Frustrated, I tear at the fabric and rip open the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. I can feel principal Weisz’ lips smiling against mine.
She takes a step back, and I watch her, dressed only in her high heels: her firm, round breasts standing proud; her hard, dark nipples jutting out eagerly. She puts her hands between her legs and starts playing with herself, teasing me: her blonde hair sways as her head rolls back and forth gently, displaying her pleasure. I feel my own wetness soaking into my panties, making them cling moistly to my needy pussy. I start to unbutton my own blouse, looking into her eyes intently as I take it off and throw it to the floor. My shoes and socks are next. Before I can do anything else, principal Weisz falls to her hands and knees before me and starts kissing my feet, softly, every kiss lingering on my skin. I look down: the sight of this beautiful woman lying naked at my feet is intoxicating. I can feel her wet lips and tongue on my feet, softly kissing and licking, as my excitement builds to an unbearable degree. Panting, I lift up my skirt and slide my hand into my panties, plunging into the amazing wetness down there. I put one leg forward, resting on the front of my foot, so she can softly caress the sole while I rub myself frantically.
She turns around, lying flat on her stomach before me. Still dressed in my skirt and underwear, I lie down on top of her, my wet pussy placed perfectly on her round buttocks. I rub my body against her, feeling her softness: she moans under me. Shifting my weight, I press my thigh between her legs, pushing up against her pussy. I grind my lower body against her: my thigh moves against her pussy while my own wetness brushes over her buttock. She moans more loudly, her fingers clutching at the carpet, her body moving in the rhythm I’m creating. I pull down my panties so my naked skin makes contact with hers, leaving its wetness behind with every thrust. She groans.
“That’s it, baby! Fuck your principal! Fuck her good!”
I pick up the pace, pushing into her hard. Her naked body shifts back and forth on the floor as I grind against her, covering her with my body. I’m fucking her, wildly, and I’m thoroughly enjoying the sense of power it’s giving me. Meanwhile, my own clit is rubbing against her soft buttock: I can feel that my orgasm is not far off. I rub my thigh faster against principal Weisz’ pussy, hoping we’ll be able to cum together. Her moaning assures me that she is very close, too. I push myself up with my arms to give me more leverage, so I can fuck her harder. She’s moaning very loudly now, and I join her: we’re two bodies, moving in unison, desperately racing towards our orgasm. As I approach my climax, I can’t help but get visions of Carol, dancing naked before me, touching herself, staring at me. I can’t tell if she’s looking reproachful or not. Soon, the image fades, and I’ve got more urgent matters to attend to: the sublime pressure on my clit is becoming too much, and I can feel the muscles in my lower body contract in anticipation of my orgasm. I cum, my entire body erupting with pleasure, onto principal Weisz’ willing backside. Almost immediately after that, she cums too, screaming loudly, her body pushing against me: I feel her warm juices squirt against my leg as I fall on top of her again.
We lie there, spent; my tired, panting body on top of hers in the same position we fucked in just moments ago. Neither of us move, and there’s a tension in the air that is slowly building: neither of us wants to say anything. But in the heat of passion, in that one moment where absolute pleasure takes over the body and rational thought goes out the window, I could swear I heard principal Weisz call out Carol’s name.
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AUTHOR\'S NOTE:
Well, that\'s chapter 8!
Seems like poor Lucy is
getting herself into a
bigger mess with every
chapter ^_^ As usual,
your feedback would
mean a lot to me...
And I do mean a lot!
-----------------
There’s a buzz going round the classroom, which I try to ignore, sitting perfectly still in my seat. Word has gotten out somehow, despite principal Weisz’ assurances that no one needed to know anything. I hear students giggle, whispering. Kevin Reynolds turns to me, and smiles broadly, cruelly.
“So, Luce… I hear you’re banging Ms Brahms?”
Laughter. Part of me wants to get up and run out, but I know better than to let this get to me. Not right now.
“Well… That’s a lot more than you can say, isn’t it?”
Subdued “oooh”s come from the back of the class. Kevin smiles once more, somewhat less broadly this time, and turns around again. Ms Brahms comes in: the class is silent, but I can hear their thoughts, each and every one of them. If she can hear them too, she’s not letting on. She puts her briefcase down, takes out her notes, and starts teaching. Same as ever.
The giggling begins, starting at the back, slowly spreading to the rows in front. Pretty soon, it surrounds me, growing louder. I can barely hear Ms Brahms, Carol, anymore: the giggling is slowly turning into laughter, one student at a time. Carol is still pretending not to notice anything. My face turns red: I can feel the blood pumping to my cheeks. I feel a soft pressure in my stomach, pushing its way to my lungs, forming a scream inside me, trying to get out. Kevin Reynolds is covering his mouth with his hands, chuckling, his entire body rhythmically shaking. My blood boils. I stand up, furious, about to yell at the top of my lungs.
That’s when the door opens, and Fred the janitor sticks his head in and gives us his look of disdain. I freeze, my mouth half open, my body towering above everyone else.
“Lucy Wilson. Principal’s office.”
His head disappears again. I compose myself, as the muted laughter continues, and I head for the door.
…
Principal Weisz is sitting behind her desk, idly thumbing through a stack of papers. She hardly seems to notice me as I stand against the door.
“Sit down, Lucy.”
I don’t, instead standing with my back to the door, fists clenched, my heart pounding.
“Everyone knows. About me and Ms. Brahms.”
She nods.
“I know, Lucy. It’s not my fault.”
My body trembles.
“Not your fault? You *promised* me no one would know.”
She puts down the stack of papers and stand up. Her blonde curls sway as she shakes her head, slowly. She’s wearing a black silk blouse, buttoned down to reveal the onset of her breasts, and a pair of tight, white pants, combined with black high-heeled shoes. No bra. The way her blouse hugs her firm bosom reminds me of Carol. She walks up to me.
“I know, Lucy, and I’m sorry. But word travels fast in this school. I couldn’t stop it.”
“Was it the student who saw us?”
She lifts her hand and brushes the hair out of my eyes, gently. I can smell her perfume, heavy and alluring. She doesn’t answer my question: instead, she leans in towards me, her lips slightly parted.
Before I know it, we’re kissing, long and deep. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, feeling hers: I grab her bottom to pull her closer to me. She does the same: we are pressed against each other, pulling each other in, feeling our warmth spread between us. She lifts up my skirt and digs her fingers into my buttocks, pushing me against her even closer: I can feel her hard, poking nipples pressing into my flesh. My own nipples get even harder in response, and my pussy starts to tingle with growing excitement. She starts rubbing her leg against me as we kiss, and I unfasten her pants, sliding them down below her buttocks. She’s not wearing panties: as she squirms further out of her pants, I place my left hand on her pussy, feeling her dampnesShe She throws her pants aside: I see she’s managed to keep her high heels on. Still kissing, I start to unbutton her blouse, fumbling, not managing very well with her body still pressed against me. Frustrated, I tear at the fabric and rip open the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. I can feel principal Weisz’ lips smiling against mine.
She takes a step back, and I watch her, dressed only in her high heels: her firm, round breasts standing proud; her hard, dark nipples jutting out eagerly. She puts her hands between her legs and starts playing with herself, teasing me: her blonde hair sways as her head rolls back and forth gently, displaying her pleasure. I feel my own wetness soaking into my panties, making them cling moistly to my needy pussy. I start to unbutton my own blouse, looking into her eyes intently as I take it off and throw it to the floor. My shoes and socks are next. Before I can do anything else, principal Weisz falls to her hands and knees before me and starts kissing my feet, softly, every kiss lingering on my skin. I look down: the sight of this beautiful woman lying naked at my feet is intoxicating. I can feel her wet lips and tongue on my feet, softly kissing and licking, as my excitement builds to an unbearable degree. Panting, I lift up my skirt and slide my hand into my panties, plunging into the amazing wetness down there. I put one leg forward, resting on the front of my foot, so she can softly caress the sole while I rub myself frantically.
She turns around, lying flat on her stomach before me. Still dressed in my skirt and underwear, I lie down on top of her, my wet pussy placed perfectly on her round buttocks. I rub my body against her, feeling her softness: she moans under me. Shifting my weight, I press my thigh between her legs, pushing up against her pussy. I grind my lower body against her: my thigh moves against her pussy while my own wetness brushes over her buttock. She moans more loudly, her fingers clutching at the carpet, her body moving in the rhythm I’m creating. I pull down my panties so my naked skin makes contact with hers, leaving its wetness behind with every thrust. She groans.
“That’s it, baby! Fuck your principal! Fuck her good!”
I pick up the pace, pushing into her hard. Her naked body shifts back and forth on the floor as I grind against her, covering her with my body. I’m fucking her, wildly, and I’m thoroughly enjoying the sense of power it’s giving me. Meanwhile, my own clit is rubbing against her soft buttock: I can feel that my orgasm is not far off. I rub my thigh faster against principal Weisz’ pussy, hoping we’ll be able to cum together. Her moaning assures me that she is very close, too. I push myself up with my arms to give me more leverage, so I can fuck her harder. She’s moaning very loudly now, and I join her: we’re two bodies, moving in unison, desperately racing towards our orgasm. As I approach my climax, I can’t help but get visions of Carol, dancing naked before me, touching herself, staring at me. I can’t tell if she’s looking reproachful or not. Soon, the image fades, and I’ve got more urgent matters to attend to: the sublime pressure on my clit is becoming too much, and I can feel the muscles in my lower body contract in anticipation of my orgasm. I cum, my entire body erupting with pleasure, onto principal Weisz’ willing backside. Almost immediately after that, she cums too, screaming loudly, her body pushing against me: I feel her warm juices squirt against my leg as I fall on top of her again.
We lie there, spent; my tired, panting body on top of hers in the same position we fucked in just moments ago. Neither of us move, and there’s a tension in the air that is slowly building: neither of us wants to say anything. But in the heat of passion, in that one moment where absolute pleasure takes over the body and rational thought goes out the window, I could swear I heard principal Weisz call out Carol’s name.
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AUTHOR\'S NOTE:
Well, that\'s chapter 8!
Seems like poor Lucy is
getting herself into a
bigger mess with every
chapter ^_^ As usual,
your feedback would
mean a lot to me...
And I do mean a lot!
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