The years went by so fast and finally, we made it to our final year in high school. We were very excited to finally become Senior Misses.
Lara (who was somehow still a virgin) and I were still very close and still inseparable. We loved each other dearly, but we were scared that getting involved romantically would ruin our sisterhood. We talked about it and decided that being Sisters was better for us, because I didn't want to give up freak-fucking with other people. It was best we loved each other but we fucked other people. We also agreed that we would not let anybody come between us, we would not fall in love with another girl and the only person we will love will be our future husbands. Kimberly challenged us that we won't be able to stay without fucking each other in the end but we just laughed it off.
Even though Lara and I had an agreement, we couldn't help being jealous when we saw each other close to other people. We pretended not to notice the sexual tension between us and we ignored it as we involved in a lot of sarcastic flirting.
One day, we chugged a bottle of peppermint schnapps together and ended up kissing quite a bit more than most best friends do. Sadly, that was the end of that. Until two months later when we had to go for holidays.
I can still remember how we made love for the first time. It was like a joke. You see, Lara wasn't actually disvirgined, apart from having her pussy licked and scrubbed with another pussy, nothing was actually inserted into her love box. She was a bit reserved but I loved adventures although I was going to respect her one hundred percent.
Lara and I had gone home for the holidays after our first term as Senior Misses. We were in my house playing some stupid children's board game, each taking a shot of peppermint schnapps. Eventually, we moved the game aside and collapsed beside each other, wasted off our asses, staring at the ceiling and laughing about absolutely nothing. She was telling me about her trouble using the vibrator that we actually bought together. She said it was too big for her, and that she couldn't get it in without hurting herself. I offered to help, half joking and half serious, but the only response I got was more deep laughter.
Somewhere in her incessant giggling, she mumbled, "We should just, not wear shirts."
I laughed, thinking she was just being dumb, but she stopped me with a mischievous,
"I will if you will." I raised an eyebrow, and agreed. We moved closer together, and I grabbed the hem of her tank top. Through our giggles, we counted down from three, and took off eachother's tops, revealing her breasts, nipples fully erect, and my own perky breasts, hard as well. I was glad we were both too overheated earlier to put bras on. We took a final peek at eachother's boobs and melted into puddles of laughter, but for some reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I just couldn't help it, she was- is, absolutely beautiful. How had she managed to avoid sex from both men and women? Not to talk of our school. Lara noticed my staring, and smirked,
"Do I have nice boobs?" I dragged my eyes away from her large breasts, and to her face.
"Oh, yes," I replied, swallowing my lust with a single gulp. I had to show some self control there. She's my best friend, for God's sake! Although we've seen each other naked before, I've never looked at her the way I did that day, with lust!
I reached out and tenderly caressed each breast in each of my hands.
"One of my boob is bigger than the other." she said as she rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the potential of the situation. "It's so annoying," she slurred, "Does it feel weird?"
In response, I gently began circling her nipple with a single finger, erecting a small gasp from her. Her nipples stiffened beneath my touch, and I gently began to brush the tips with my finger. A moan slipped through her lips, and I took it as a sign to pick up the pace. I moved my fingers across her nipples harder now, and faster than my former, tantalizing slowness. I received a louder moan from Lara.
"Oh my god, Lisa, that feels so good." She stammered.
She began to grind her hips against the air, and I could smell her pussy from where I was. I shivered with delight, then looked at the contorted face of my best friend and quickly pulled away. How could I do this to her? We are like sister? The second I unlatched from her sweet nipples, I was met by a cry of protest. Panting, !I explained, "Sober consent or no consent," a phrase I often use in both sides of the situation, and planted a kiss between her breasts, on her sternum,
"But no, they don't feel weird. You have amazing boobs, babe."
Her eyes lit up at the compliment, and I laid down beside her, with my head against hers.
"We're so about to make out right now," she giggled.
"Are we?" I joked, moving my lips closer to hers.
"Oh yeah, definitely, we're gonna make out," she slurred against my lips. And with that, our mouths tenderly collided. Her lips were the softest I've ever kissed, and she was surprisingly good considering the fact that I was the second person she had ever kissed. I felt her tongue peeking through, and I instinctively met it with mine, attempting to invade her mouth, but she quickly pulled it back. She teased me like this for a few minutes, not quite getting that she had to open her mouth. I stopped kissing her and laughed, before laying my head on her stomach, my attention again going to her breasts.
"You could suck them..." she shyly suggested. I bit back a moan, though I had been licking my lips at the sight of them ever since I laid eyes on her nipples in lust.
"I know you're a tease, Lisa, and I'm going to get what I want." My mouth opened slightly in amusement at her sudden dominance. This wasn't the Lara I knew.
"Mmmmmmm, you want me to suck them, huh?" I smirked, my dominant side now taking control. With one swift move, I straddled her, and began kissing every inch of her right breast, avoiding her nipple, while my finger gently circled around the other one. Her eyes fluttered shut. With that, I flicked my tongue over the tip, my other hand mirroring what my mouth did. Lara whimpered beneath my touch. Feeling empowered by the submission of this confident driven beauty beneath me, I gently pulled on her nipple with my teeth, before roughly sucking up and down. She tasted heavenly.
"I could do this all day, " I whispered before quickly pinching both of her nipples, and kissing my way up to her neck. Her hips were bucking hard at this point, and I knew she had probably soaked her thin pajamas shorts.
"You need to learn to keep still, dear," I breathed into her ear, nipping at the edge and giving her nipples one last, hard pull.
"And I need to learn how to control myself."
With that, I left my sexy best friend writhing on the carpet beside me. I could tell she was on the edge of an orgasm, which I would happily bring her to if she just asked...
"I have to pee," she panted, and ran to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to gather my toys, thinking I would seize the opportunity to teach her how to pleasure herself... I hid them beneath my crumpled shirt just as she emerged from the bathroom.
"Please do that all the time," she smiled as she lay down beside me again, eyes wide.
I smirked."You are a horny, horny girl, Lara."
She bit her lip and nodded, then grabbed my hand and guided it back to her breast. I raised an eyebrow and laughed, but began tracing over her nipple again. I decided to push it further, and slowly moved my hand down her stomach, then to her soaking crotch. She gasped, and softly cried,
"Please don't tease me!"
I ignored her request. I rubbed her pussy gently through the sopping wet fabric, while my remaining hand toyed with her nipples, and my mouth feasted on her soft neck.
"Lisa no, you can't do this," she whined at my gentility.
"I'm just trying to control myself here, Lara," I whispered against her neck. "Would you rather I just-" I drew both hands away, "stopped?"
She cried out loudly in protest. I loved the noises she made. It was like I had my own personal porn star.
"Well fine, then!" I teased, "But I can't do anything with these on."
With that, I yanked down her shorts and underwear, and the smell of her sweet juices was absolutely intoxicating. She was breathing heavily now.
"I'm going to teach you how to use these," I explained, revealing my vast array of vibrators, dildos, and bullets.
"Don't worry, they're clean," I winked. She nodded wordlessly. "Now, the most important part of this is proper lubrication," I smirked, placing a small bullet into my mouth and sucking for a few seconds. I flicked it to "ON", and held it against one of her nipples, then moved it to the next. I trailed it down her body to her clit, and pressed it against her for almost a full minute. Her juices were running down her thighs now, and I moved the bullet toward her entrance.
"We'll start off small, yes?" I asked.
"Can you find my hole?" She asked, laughing nervously. I smiled hungrily. Suddenly I plunged the bullet into her, and began masturbating her with the tiny object.
"Oh my god, yes," she breathed heavily, aggressively grinding against the vibrations.
I continued to plunge it in and out of her pussy, and moved back up to her nipples to suck to my heart's content. She was obviously nearing orgasm, but I didn't want to grant it to her yet. I wanted to make it earth-shattering. I grabbed a blue, 5-inch vibrator, and ran it between her swollen pussy lips. Her eyes opened quickly at the new object between her legs. I pulled out the bullet, and stuck the tip of the blue vibrator, now dripping with her wetness, in her hole.
"Relax, baby. It's gonna go in really easy." I coaxed, knowing she was scared.
"Please," she moaned, much to my surprise and delight.
"I love it when you beg," I growled, and plunged it into her with a powerful thrust.
She cried out in pleasure as I continued to move it in and out. I decided she was ready for more, and turned it to ON. "OH MY GOD," she cried, breathing heavily and grabbing at my arm. I licked my fingers until saliva ran down the sides, and pressed them directly to her clit, then rubbed her hard, still pumping the vibrator in and out.
"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" I growled again.
"I w-want to, please fuck meee." she blurted out, almost pleading, "I need to cum, so, so bad."
"Then cum. Let it go. Cum for me. Now."
I could feel her orgasm shaking her body, and I slowed my thrusting and rubbed her clit with wild abandon. But I wasn't done with her yet.
"I've thought about this so many times, Lara," I moaned as I slowly pushed the vibrator all the way in. She gasped at the deep penetration,
"R-really?" She asked.
"Oh, yes. You're in all my fantasies," I smirked. I kept eye contact with her as my head moved between her thighs. I pushed her legs open further, and slowly moved my tongue in circles around her clit.
"Oh, my god, Lisa, yes," she stammered, grabbing my head in both of her hands and forcing me further against her pussy. I happily obliged, and began flicking my tongue and sucking her clit hard.
"You taste," I panted, "SO good." She shuddered against me, and I could tell she was about to cum again. I bit down on her little button as another orgasm took over her body. I could tell she was getting really worked up, and that the next one would come easy. I moved my face back up to her nipple and she held my head.
I smiled, "Good girl."
Lara laughed softly. "That sentence doesn't have the same effect on me that it does on you," she mumbled.
"Not yet," I replied, attacking her nipple with my teeth and reaching down to flick her clit again. She groaned loudly and attempted to stop my hand from touching it, now very sensitive after multiple orgasms, but I immediately grabbed her hand, and pinned it above her head.
"I'm in charge," I instructed, staring into her eyes, "and I know you want to cum again."
"Yes," she begged, "yes, yes, YES," with that, she lost all control of her body, and after a few minutes of spasms she laid lifeless on the floor. I cooed in satisfaction, and told her I was going to remove the vibrator.
"Good luck..." she teased. Her pussy muscles were tightly clenched around the toy, but I managed to gently pull it out, and turn it off. I brought it to her mouth, and instructed her to taste herself. She obeyed immediately, cleaning her cum off of it, surprised to know that she did, in fact, taste as good as I told her.
With that, I lay beside her, and pulled her against my chest. I kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, reaffirming her importance to me through some very needed aftercare. She snuggled against my chest, and mumbled, "Let's do that again, when you teach me how to give orgasms. I also need to know how to use the toys on you and how to make you cum."
"Sure Lara. I will teach you. All in due time. When we are not high on alcohol maybe. We will fuck because we want to fuck and not because I want to help you and teach you to use a Vibrator." I replied.
"Okay Lisa. That makes sense. But this may seem like you helping me or teaching me, I value these moments."
"Me too Lara. Me too." I said as I kissed her and we cuddled and fell asleep.
We woke up after a few hours, sober and awkward. When my mother knocked on the door to inform us we had a guest, Lara and I quickly hid the toys and put on our clothes. Few seconds later, Kimberly came into the room.
"Whad'up Bitches?" Kimberly greeted.
"Shut up idiot. My mother could hear you." I cautioned.
"Americana, must you always cause problems wherever you go?" Lara scolded.
"Wow! If it isn't Hickory and Dickory. Can you both just shut up and spare me the bullshit." then she paused and sniffs the air, "haha. I knew it." Kimberly said.
"Knew what?" I asked.
"Nope, I won't say. I would rather have the both of you fess up."
"There is nothing to confess to you Americana." Lara said.
"Oh really? Then why is there smell of pussy juice in this room? SLLLUTS!"
Lara and I looked at eachother and giggled.
"You finally did it right? I knew it. I knew you Sluts could never keep your hands off eachother."
"Stop calling us that." Lara cautioned.
"What would you rather have me call you? Bitches or Fucklicants?"
There was no way we would succeed in hiding it from Kimberly, so we told her the truth and she didn't even act surprised.
*Back to school.........
A few weeks later, the holiday was over and we returned to school. I had managed to stay from Ms Joyce even though she made life hell for me in school because she was our Mathematics teacher. She would ask me difficult questions and never encouraged me for doing anything correctly. Gosh! I hated her. She knew Senior Miss Anne had a junior lover but could she have known I was the one?
On afternoon, during break, I had gone to the shop outside the school compound to buy some items I needed. I ended up spending time with the pretty shop attendant who always flirted with me. Instead of going back to school after I had gotten what I needed, I ended up sitting down to listen to her chit chat about her life history. Well, that was my fault, I had asked her why she didn't go to school like her mates and what she was doing as a shop attendant. Before I knew it, I had spent two hours in that shop and it was way past break period.. When I left and headed back to class, I met with a nightmare. Ms Joyce had come to the class and given an impromptu test. Out of nowhere!
"Where have you been?" Lara queried.
"I went to the shop to get some items against the Maths test we are supposed to have tomorrow." I replied. My voice shaky.
"So? Why take so long?" Kimberly queried too.
"I spent some time talking to the shop keeper." I replied.
"Oh! That pretty girl. Don't tell me you missed a test because you were doing the 'Naughty do' with that slut." Kimberly teased.
"Americana, cut that out. I did no such thing, we only talked. Besides, how do you know she's a slut? Don't tell me you've fucked her." I replied.
"Who haven't I fucked?" Kimberly threw those words at me sarcastically and walked away.
My heart began to race, I was not too good with Mathematics, not to talk of missing the test. I needed to go see Ms Joyce and explain to her. It wasn't going to change anything, that woman hated me. But I had no choice. Kimberly and Lara wanted to go with me to beg her but I told them I would do it alone. I didn't want her to humiliate me in front of them. Kimberly informed me she had no hold on the teachers and could not challenge them like she used to do with the Seniors when we were Juniors and that she was queried by the family many times already for terrorizing the school and her grandmother had threatened to send her back to America. So I had no other option but to beg.
I headed to the teacher's room to look for Ms Joyce. I was thinking that I would meet other teachers there but unfortunately for me, Ms Joyce was alone. After I knocked on the door, I heard a voice respond with "Come in." I opened the door and saw Ms Joyce alone in the room. Sitting at her desk and going through some paper work. I guess she was marking the test scripts. Without looking up she said,
"Whatever it is, I don't want to deal with it. I'm done for the day."
"Pardon me Ma." I said and she looked up at me as my head hung down and unable to meet her eyes. She dropped her pen to give me full attention.
"Sit." she ordered. Pointing to the chair at the other side of her table.
"No thank you Ma. I will stand.." I replied in fear.
"Sit!" she repeated, this time, giving me a stern look.
Out of fear, I quickly sat down. Truth is, I was not scared of her just because she was a teacher or because I missed her test. That wasn't too much of a big deal. But what scared me most was what I had seen her do to Senior Miss Anne. I couldn't get her violent image out of my head as seeing her made the images hit me like a runway train. The way she hit Senior Anne with her belt and dragged her on the floor, the way she dominated her after beating her up. Being in the same room with Ms Joyce gave me the creeps, I sat in complete fear.
"Lisa, what can I do for you?" She asked. Feigning ignorance of the reason I was there.
"About the test Ma." I began to say and I told her how I went to buy something from the shop. Luckily I had the items with me, I showed them to her. I told her how I was expecting the test the next day. She replied that she had the right to fix the test any day she pleased. Unfortunately for me, I was wearing my shortest skirt on that day. I followed her eyes and noticed my skirt had risen up my thighs when I sat down. I looked down and tugged nervously at my skirt, trying to perform some magic and make it longer so it could cover my thighs. But No, Lisa was no magician. I quickly crossed my hands on my laps.
"What is wrong Lisa? Are you uncomfortable? That wasn't the case when you used to intrude my home and roll on my bed. Relax, atleast we had something in common. Or should I say we had someone in common."
I looked up at her for the first time since I entered her office, my eyes wide in disbelief. "I am so sorry Ma." I said almost inaudibly as I shifted in the chair nervously. She smiled, I felt so embarrassed, more of scared though.
"No need to apologize Lisa. I only have one question for you. If you answer me honestly, I will let you off the hook."
"Okay Ma, I promise I will answer honestly."
She got off her sit and walked around her desk and over to where I was sitting, she pulled up a chair right next to mine and sat down.
"Tell me the truth Lisa, when you were hiding in my closet and watching Anne and I, what did you feel.?" she asked looking me in the eye.
"No-nothing Ma, I felt nothing. Just shock Ma."
"Lie! And here I was thinking you will be honest. Wrong move. I have nothing more to say to you. You may leave now." she said as she made to get up from the chair.
"I'm so sorry Ma. I didn't mean to lie. But at first I was in shock. Please forgive me Ma. I promise not to lie."
She pretended to be thinking for a while as she sat back in her chair. She sighed and then she said, "Okay! Fine. You've lied. So I won't ask that question again. I will change the question. And you will be punished for lying to me. I will give you a task to serve as your punishment. But after you answer the next question honestly. And if you lie, I will throw you out of this office."
"Ye-ye-yes Ma." I stammered.
"Good! Now tell me, while you hid in the closet and you watched Anne and I, what were you doing all that time?"
I tried to answer her but she interrupted me and warned me to think carefully before I say anything as one more lie will make her throw me out. So I paused for a while before I replied.
"I touched myself Ma." in a shaky voice. By this time, I had already began sweating nervously even under the air condition. I had never been that embarrassed before, and I thought facing the Wolves in the good old days was bad enough. But it was nothing compared to what I felt that day.
"Nice, good girl, very truthful. I like that." she smiled and patted me on my cheek. I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment or of I should run out of the office. But I couldn't bring myself to stand up. I was weak, very weak.
"How exactly were you touching yourself?"
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. How could she ask me that? "I don't understand Ma. You said after I answered a honest question you will give me a task that will serve as punishment for failing the first question."
"And who told you that you have any right to tell me how to go about it?"
"I'm sorry Ma."
"Anyway, that was part of the task Lisa. Well, the word is apt, but I don't understand how exactly you touched yourself."
I looked down again, my voice became softer and unsure. "I was touching my clit Ma." I said as I shifted a bit, still squirming in my seat. It was clear to me she wanted to ridicule me by playing stupid.
She watched me squirm, feeling a great deal of power from my discomfort as she leaned back into her chair. She continued to play stupid.
"Touching your clit? Exactly how were you touching it Lisa?"
"I was...I was...masturbating." I felt so much shame and my voice, barely audible as I admitted to my indiscretion.
I could feel my heart flutter in my chest as I found myself picturing exactly when Ms Joyce had sex with Anne while I watched with my skirt raised, my panties down around my knees as I played with my pussy, desperate to cum. The image became so vivid but then I pictured how she hit Anne and fear overwhelmed me again.
"Hummm, I don't believe that. You were in shock, how could you have been aroused to a point you touched yourself? That's hard to believe. Maybe if you show me exactly how you did it then I will believe you."
Realization of what she asked of me dawned on me slowly. Horrified, I shook my head, begging. "Please Ma, I beg you, don't ask me to do this. I promise never to do anything like that again. Please Ma." I said as I tried to force myself to get up.
"Sit!" she ordered, slamming her hand on the desk and giving me a stern look. Out of fright, I jumped and quickly sank back into my chair and went completely quiet.
"Now, I must insist you show me exactly what you were doing. I cannot have any hope of determining your punishment if I have no idea what you did to deserve it. Now, explain by actions how exactly you touched yourself in my closet while watching Anne and I Fuck, show me now."
Did she just say the 'F' word? I couldn't believe Ms Joyce could be so indiscreet with me. But I must confess, hearing her say 'Fuck' suddenly made her appear so hot in my eyes. I felt quite humiliated and thought of tuning away, but then, seeing the resolve in her eyes, I knew she meant business. I took a deep breath before slowly spreading my legs and drawing up my skirt. My hands were shaking a bit and I noticed Ms Joyce took a deep breath as well. She held her breath until my panties came into view.
My hand reached for the elastic circling my thigh, disappearing underneath it. I let out a soft sigh as my fingers made contact with the heated flush beneath them. I noticed she bit back a moan of her own at the erotic sight before her. My fingers began moving slowly under the underwear. She couldn't see my fingers but I knew she was imagining what they were doing.
She sighed softly as I continued to play with my pussy in front of her.
"Ah, I can see that you were really masturbating." she said while my fingers continued to circle my clit slowly, waiting for her to give me permission to stop. But obviously, she had no intention of doing that. Instead she leaned closer, her eyes gazing at my spread thighs hotly as she watched the show.
"Tell me Lisa, were you enjoying touching your pussy?"
My fingers pause in my puzzlement. "Ms Joyce?"
She shook a finger at me in admonishment. "I did not tell you to stop."
My fingers begin moving slowly again, the bump of them moving slowly beneath my underwear. "It's a relatively easy question Lisa, simply answer yes or no. Did you enjoy touching your pussy?"
I was overwhelmed with shock once more but I stammered out the truth. "Yes Ms Joyce. I enjoyed touching my pussy."
She leaned forward even more, never taking her eyes away from what I was doing between my legs.
"And are you wet from touching your pussy right now?" she dropped her voice, making it low and sultry as the lust built in me. I was so wet, I could hear my fingers moving in my pussy as I continued circling my clit. I realized Ms Joyce was hot and wet as she watched me. She began to sweat I could almost smell her as she leaned closer.
I sighed, my eyes closed for a second as my own lust took over me. "Yes Ms Joyce. I'm wet, very wet." For a moment, my fingers speed up a bit, then slowed back down.
Unable to resist any longer, she stood up and stood next to me. "Show me."
My eyes flew open, meeting her's as I again became confused. "Ms Joyce?"
She knelt next to me, her eyes inches from my pant clad pussy. From her eyes, I could tell she was hungry to see what the panties was hiding.
She was eager to smell me in the air in her office. She looked at me heatedly. "I want you to move your panties and show me your pussy Lisa. I wish to see for myself how wet you are."
I hesitated only a second before reaching down with my free hand and did as she asked. As my wet pussy came into view, I noticed she had to bite back both a moan and the urge to simply reach out and bury her tongue inside me. Instead, fighting her own desire, she reached out to touch me softly. I moaned at her touch, my eyes closing once more.
"Yes, you are quite wet." she stroked me softly, gently, her own breath coming faster and faster as I simply sat there and let her continue to stroke my hot wet pussy. She reached up to circle my clit as she asked me the next question. "Tell me Lisa, did you cum before you ran out of the closet that day?"
My eyes were glazed. There was no more hesitation there, I was horny and I wanted what was happening to continue as much as she did. "No Ms Joyce. I couldn't cum because you finished fucking Anne before I could cum." that was a lie but she believed me. I just wanted to see how far I could push that.
She continued circling my clit slowly, teasingly. I secretly began to wish she could put her finger in my mouth so I could suck my own juices from it. She gave me a lusty grin.
"So we interrupted your orgasm when we stopped fucking?"
I nodded, "Yes Ms Joyce."
She removed her hand from my pussy, denying me the pleasure of her touch as she moved between my spread legs. "Well then, I can think of only one punishment fit for spying on me right in my closet and for missing my Mathematics test. You will finish masturbating in that chair."
Again, I looked unsure. "Ms Joyce?"
"I want you to pull down your panties Lisa, and play with your clit until you cum in that chair. And I want to watch you do it."
I did nothing and she slapped my leg lightly, her voice firm as she repeated her command.
"Now Lisa!"
I did as she demanded. Slowly peeling off my panties and dropping them onto the floor. She took my leg and propped it up on the desk. She wanted a completely unimpeded view of what I was about to do for her. My touch was hesitant and tentative at first, my earlier embarrassment returning as she sat on the chair and watched me rub me clit. But that did not last long as I quickly lost myself in the sensations the fingers in my pussy was evoking.
In moments, my head lolled back, my breathing growing labored as my hand picked up speed on my clit. She looked up to see that my nipples were hard, poking through my shirt. I looked in her eyes and saw that so badly wanted to see them, touch them, taste them. But decided it wasn't the time for that. Whatever she was waiting for, I had no idea. As far as I was concerned, I couldn't care whatever she wanted to do to me then, I was too hot and horny to give a fuck.
I was close, she could see it. My hips were rocking slowly on the chair as my pleasure grew.
She decided that the time had come for her to join me. She stood, leaned close to whisper in my ear softly as she slowly rolled up her own skirt.
"Are you going to cum soon Lisa?" She asked.
I moaned softly, the feel of her breath on my ear turned me on even more. "Yes Ms Joyce."
She smiled, reaching between her own legs and felt her own wetness running down her thighs. She let her pussy come to my view. She touched herself, pinching her clit, feeling her legs buckle a bit as pleasure courses through her. I watched her as she watched me too. Her eyes were on fire with lust as she watched my hand, busy between my legs.
She smiled, knowing she had me where she wanted me. "Good, I want you to cum when I tell you to. Do you understand?"
I nodded dumbly. "Yes Ms Joyce."
My hand picked up speed and I moaned louder. I was so close.
"Good, now I want to watch you finger fuck yourself." she moaned as she watched me do as I was told, burying two fingers deep inside my wet pussy, all the while, my right hand was busy strumming my clit.
"That's good Lisa, bury your fingers deeper in your pussy."
She could barely speak and was so turned on at the sight of me sitting in the chair, my legs spread and my hands buried between them as I finger fucked myself. Her eyes closed as she did the same, knowing that I was watching her even as she has been watching me. She moaned as her fingers sank went in deep and sank in easily into her pussy. I was close to cumming and so was she.
"Now keep playing with your clit. I want you to watch me play with myself. I want us to cum together. Are you close Lisa?" she asked in breathless words, I nodded. "So am I. Are you ready to cum for me Lisa?" I nodded again, my hand going even faster on my clit, my fingers fucking my pussy even harder. I felt myself reaching the peak, my orgasm catching me off guard.
"Good, cum for me Lisa, cum for me now." she managed to pant out her final command before it crashed over her, bringing her to her knees with a loud groan.
I came with a harsh cry, my hips jerking in the chair as my pussy clenched on my fingers, still buried deep inside my hot love box. I continued to moan and cry out for at least a minute before I went limp in the chair. She watched me in wonder, amazed at the power of my orgasm. Feeling a bit weak in the knees herself, she reached out, slowly pulling my hands from my pussy and gave into the impulse to taste me, licking and sucking my fingers clean. I knew she was dying to taste my juice from the source of my pussy, but she resisted the urge. I guess my juice from my finger was enough for her.
She stood up, dizzy and jelly legged, she straightened her skirt and sat back in her chair behind her desk once more. She took several deep breaths to calmed herself before she once more turned stern with me.
"That will be all for now Lisa. You are free to go." I grabbed my pant from the floor, preparing to put it on when she again stopped me.
"Lisa, you will leave that here." I nodded and simply dropped it on her desk. I turned to the door, again she stopped me. "Oh and Lisa, you will be back here same time tomorrow, we need to discuss the rest of your punishment and arrange a test for you. Make sure not to wear any underwear this time, do you understand?"
I swallowed audibly as I nodded, "Yes Ms Joyce." Then I left her office, shutting the door behind me quietly. I stood outside the door in awe of what just happened and wondering just how the hell I'm going to go back to face Ms Joyce after what just happened. And to think that I loved it, I enjoyed it. But why would Ms Joyce do that to me in her office. Even-though I loved the experience, I was ashamed. I didn't want Lara and Kimberly to see me. Kimberly will perceive my juice. Instead of going to the class, I hurried back to the dormitory to clean up. While in the bathroom, my mind flashed back to what had just happened, as embarrassed as I was, I loved the experience and couldn't wait to see what she had in stock for me the next day. After I had dressed up, I chose not to go back to class, it was almost closing time anyway so I laid back in bed and slept.
I was woken up be Lara and Kimberly.
"Why the hell didn't you get back to us? We were worried sick." Lara said.
"Speak for yourself girlfriend. You were worried sick not me. I can never be worried for this bitch. She's a pussy with nine fucking lives." Kimberly shot.
"Oh good lord!" Lara exclaimed. "Americana what is wrong with you?" she turned to me, Lisa, did you find Ms Joyce?"
"Yes I did, but she gave me no audience. She asked me to leave. That woman hates me." I lied.
"We hate her too. for whatever it's worth, Americana, are you sure there is nothing you can do to help?" Kimberly lamented.
"I told you I have no hold on the teachers. So leave this bitch to clear her mess. She's a pussy with nine lives remember? By the way Lisa, where did you say you went to again during break and what did you do there? I don't think you were completely honest." Kimberly said.
"What is this Americana? This is beginning to sound like a case of C-S-I could careless. I don't give a fuck what you think. Go do your stupid investigations somewhere else bitch.." i shot at Kimberly who laughed at me and made me look stupid.
"Wow Lara, you are beginning to talk exactly like Americana. What has gotten into you?" Lara asked.
"Don't mind her, she's frustrated over missing a simple Mathematics test as if it was an Uterus examination. I hope Ms Joyce does to you what she did to Anne, fuck you furiously till you have an Hernia in your brian, so bad that you will never open your legs again, idiot!" Kimberly replied.
"Don't even joke about that Americana. It's not funny my friend." Lara warned Kimberly jokingly and we all burst out laughing.
If only my girls knew what Ms Joyce had me do few hours ago, how much I loved it and how much I couldn't wait to see her again the next day.
'Oh! Lisa, you are such a baaaaaddddd girl' I thought to myself as I laughed with my friends who had no idea what was on my mind. And yet, I anticipated about the next day.
To Be Continued......... ©
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