Pupil - 1
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I deliberately avoided Carla’s eyes during the seminar, and was cold and formal when I had to speak to her. The poor girl didn’t know what to think. She had dressed as I had ordered, in a thin sleeveless and extremely short and tight skirt, which was indecent unless she kept her legs crossed – especially since, if she had obeyed me, she would be naked underneath it. Just like the slut she really was.
I wore my usual navy jacket and skirt – mid-thigh, so that it only just covered the elastic tops of my stockings. As often, I too had omitted to wear panties – just as well, for my pussy was still tender from the previous night’s exertions with two members of the rugby club.
I could see Carla getting more and more upset at my ignoring her. At the end of the seminar, I told her to wait behind, and saw a flash of relief in her eyes. When the rest of the students had filed out, I told her to lock the office door. I perched my buttocks on the edge of the desk and spread my legs, resting my 4-inch heels on the floor.
‘OK, Carla, you know what I said,’ I ordered.
In a flash the teenager knelt between my legs and slid the hem of my skirt up, moaning as the tops of my thighs and then my bare pussy were revealed. She could see that my labia were fat and shining with juice. She gently slid a couple of fingers between my lips and then wormed the rest of her hand up into my cavity, already filled with thick silky juice. I spread my thighs further and relaxed to let her hand, shaped into a spear as she had been taught, push its way deeper into my tunnel.
I let my weight resist the upward force of her arm, and suddenly she was in and my vaginal muscles were gripping her around her slim wrist. I felt her curl her hand into a fist and stir it around inside me, rubbing her knuckles against my G-spot. I smiled at the expression of utter joy and adoration on her young face as she watched her arm disappearing into my bare pussy.
Carla had become an expert fister very quickly. I leaned back on my elbows and let my head fall back as the fierce sensations rippling out from my insides started to consume me. She brought me to the brink of orgasm and then kept me there for endless minutes, my vagina quivering around her fist, my muscles clutching at her wrist. I could not help giving voice to my bliss. I could feel the juice trickling down my thighs and soaking into the tops of my stockings.
Eventually Carla redoubled her pumping and I felt the climax starting to explode inside me. A scalding flood of liquid burst from me as I screamed softly and spasmed around her knobbly fist. I heard the hiss and splash as my juices squirted into her waiting face, again and again ...
I struggled up and looked at her through misty eyes, my vagina still trembling around her hand. Carla’s face was dripping with my sex-juices and her top was soaked, revealing her hard nipples. I looked at her arm, still buried deep inside me, also running with wetness. Her mouth was open and her eyes shone with lust.
‘More?’ she whispered.
I shook my head, and carefully she eased her hand out of me, leaving my vagina feeling huge and empty. I lifted her to her feet and knelt in front of her, indicating that she should raise her skirt. The slut pulled her tight miniskirt up to her hips with alacrity, revealing her juvenile pubes, newly-shaven as I had instructed. I indicated that she should pull her labia wide apart, and Carla planted her feet apart and tilted her hips and happily exposed her inner pinkness to me. I bent forward and kissed her little clitoris, and she shuddered. I could tell she was close to orgasm already.
I licked the proud nub and she rested her hands on the top of my head for support as the ecstasy washed though her. I sucked and nibbled her clit to give her the quick release she craved, and also because I had another class soon. Within a few minutes Carla was crying and gasping and shaking as her climax throbbed through her body, radiating outwards from her clit held firmly between my lips.
When she was on the point of toppling over I released her, noting the juice that had trickled down the insides of her long thighs. I stood up and pulled the skirt down so she was decent again – apart from her wet face and chest. I swallowed the girlish fluid that was in my mouth.
‘Now, run along to your next class, Carla. I’ll e-mail you with further instructions soon.’
As she left and shut the door I slumped on the chair and cupped my now even more tender pussy, feeling the swollen labia slick with juice. Already I wanted more ...
last modified 2 March 2005