Getting Her Gloves Back
Part VIII
When we got back to the house I did a quick check around before opening the door
for Annie. I didn't really want the neighbors to see her like this. Well,
maybe secretly I did, but that would be too much humiliation even for Anne. I
did help her into the house as she was still having a bit of trouble with the
very high heels.
When we got in I suggested she freshen up and fix her makeup. She decided to
completely wash up and start anew. I reminded her I really liked the little
girl look and she promised to stick with the theme.
While she was occupied in the bathroom and her bedroom, I set out a few toys and
prepared for the grand finale. I found a nice bottle of white wine and poured a
couple of glasses. I was rewarded with a bright smile and a thank you when I
dropped off a glass at Annie's makeup table. "You're a little underage, but it
should be okay. Just a little and only this once. I need you to relax a bit so
we can get to the truth about today." I turned and left the room before she had
a chance to respond.
I went back to the living room and selected a few CDs to provide a little
background music. Nothing specia,l just quiet music to kill the deafening
silence. Just as I sat down on the couch I heard Annie coming down the hall. I
love the sound of very high heels when a woman walks. I shifted forward so that
I presented a lot of lap. As Annie entered the room I patted my lap making it
clear where she was headed. She rolled her eyes back, and gave me an
exaggerated pout and set her near empty wine glass down on the table as she
approached.
Her makeup was perfect. Again, she had applied pink rouge, high gloss lipstick
and redid her eyes to recover from the earlier tear damage. If anything, the
mascara and lip gloss were heavier. I also smelled some very flowery perfume.
That was something new. Nothing sophisticated just a simple little girl scent.
Annie was playing well.
She walked up, stood directly in front of me and gave me a very childish
curtsey. I knew she would misunderstand and as expected she turned around to
sit on my lap. I cleared my throat loudly and her head turned and she caught me
shaking my head no. I pointed to a spot on the floor just to my right. She
walked over and stood just beside me. I patted my lap again. The lights came
on. With a "harumph" she lower herself down and lay perfectly across my lap.
The skirt was so short I really didn't really need to flip it up. I did anyway
just for effect. I was rewarded with a wonderfully rosy pink pair of cheeks.
She had changed back into the G-String panties she had put on earlier this
morning. Even though I knew they were fresh I could see they were already
getting moist. I laid my open hand on her cheek and as suspected it felt a
little warm. "Tell me what it was like."
I continued to lightly rub Annie's butt as she replied. "She really didn't hit
me that hard. I squealed and fussed a bit because I knew she'd like that. That
sort of backfired when she called that Janice in. That little bitch actually
enjoyed pulling my panties down and shoving them in my mouth!"
"Watch you language young lady, you're in enough trouble already"
"Sorry sir, but she actually rubbed her hand all over me and then made me watch
as she sniffed her fingers and then wiped them on her blouse. She told me she
wanted to enjoy the fragrance of my cunt for the rest of the day! Then that
other woman started really spanking me again. I just couldn't keep quiet. I
guess even with the gag you heard me outside right?" She looked back over her
shoulder to see me nodding and I caught a little blush. "Well, then it really
got to me. And ..... that woman touched me ..... well you know where, and right
after a particularly hard spank I cam. Oh god I cam. I was screaming into that
gag. I'm sure I must of squirted all over her hand. She gave me two more quick
hits and then pulled the gag from my mouth so I could breath. She used my
already soaking panties to wipe her hands and my ..... Well I was very wet.
Then she left and you know the rest."
Annie didn't see, but I caught a glimpse of movement in the front yard through
the drapes. "Okay, at least you were honest about what happened there. Now get
up and kneel in front of me." Annie immediately complied and I looked down at
this poor fifteen year old wannabe and was flooded with my own high school
memories. I pulled myself back and got back into role. "Now about school this
morning ..."
I couldn't have timed it better with a stop watch. There was a knock at the
door. Annie's head snapped around in complete surprise. "Oh no! Not now! I'm
actually ready for this." Annie looked back at me and said "maybe if we are
quiet they'll go away." Poor girl, if she only knew.
"Annie, don't be so silly. Get up and answer the door."
"What! Me! Like this. I can't be seen like this. No your kidding. I just
can't. No please." My scowl and pointed finger finally shut her up and she got
up to open the door. She opened it just a crack at first and peered around the
door to look out. A look of total confusion washed over her face. She stood
back and the door swung wide. Again, we caught Annie mouth agape and the bug
eyed deer in the headlights look. She didn't move, just stood there staring.
"Well who is it Annie?" I asked.
"Yes Annie, aren't you going to invite me in." Came a soft feminine voice from
beyond the door. Annie stood back and still too shocked to speak, held the door
for that person to enter. She took one step inside and as Annie closed the door
behind her said "I'm very sorry to bother you at home sir. But we need to
talk. I'm Ms. Ferguson. I'm Annie's history teacher. May I come in?"
It was my turn to be blown away. She was Annie's high school history teacher.
She was my high school history teacher, she was everyone's high school history,
or geography or english teacher. She mentioned a costume change back at the
Victoria Secret store but this was incredible! She had pulled her hair back
into a tight bun and sported a pair of dark heavy rimmed round framed glasses.
She had on a dark blue business skirt suit with a single breasted jacket and a
skirt that came to mid-thigh. Dark seamed hose and very pointed high heel shoes
completed the ensemble. A hint of lacy camisole and the seamed hose suggested a
VS treasures hidden from view. She was perfect. She looked every bit the young
recent grad teacher trying to look older than she really was. She even was
carrying a couple of manila folders, a school binder and a pair of high school
text books. God knows where she got those, but it completed the look perfectly.
And she was sexy. Damned sexy.
I had taken a good minute to look this lady up and down and I finally got back
my voice. "Annie, where's your manners. Take the lady's books and offer her a
glass of wine." Still speechless Annie took the books and set them on the
table. She picked up her own wine glass and finally managed to stammer out "I,
I, would you .... oh my."
"Yes dear, a white wine would be very nice." Our fake teacher spoke so feminine
and formally. This girl was good. Anne left the room to get the wine and after
we both lost sight of the little flipping skirt the teach turned to me. "What
do you think?"
"I think I want to fuck Annie's high school history teacher! You look
fantastic. She's completely lost it. Did you see the look on her face!" My
own enthusiasm was bubbling over.
"I'll take that as a compliment, but remember I'm gay as you both are about to
find out. So the look is okay?" She asked giving me a quick twirl.
"More than okay, it's perfect. Now just play along. I hope you don't mind but
I'm going to be a little hard on you too." I said with a smile to let her know
I was up to no good.
"Oh I'm game for anything." She managed quickly as we heard Anne's shoes coming
back down the hall. I was going to have fun making her regret that last
comment.
"Here you go Ms. Ferguson" Annie exaggerated the name letting us both know she
knew what was up and had decided to play along. I love it when a plan comes
together.
Time to get things started I figured. "Annie, it's a hot day. First truly hot
day of spring. Your choice of an outfit today ensure your comfort, the least
you could do is offer to take Ms. Ferguson's jacket." That caught both of them
off guard. There were two little tinges of blush.
Annie spoke first. "Oh, but it's not that kind of suit. It's not like a man's
suit. She doesn't....."
"Now Annie, when will you learn." I managed a fairly convincing scowl. "In
this day and age of sexual equality you have to learn to treat everyone the
same. If a male teacher of yours came to the house you'd offer to take his
jacket, why should Ms. Ferguson be any different. Now be quick about it before
she get too hot to relax."
Our teach was thinking about saying something. My stare and small shaking head
was noted and understood. She turned to Annie and said "Don't worry about it
dear, we'll just humor him for now." She set down the wine glass and started to
unbutton the jacket.
Annie looked like she needed to pee. She was jumping back and forth from one
foot to the other and her eyes were darting back and froth between our guest and
me. As the last button was undone her gaze became fixed on our guest as she
slipped out of the jacket.
We both sighed. It was the best of Victoria's Secret. A very shear lacy
camisole with several thin spaghetti straps on each side. The straps had little
silver, zircon encrusted VS clasps holding them in place. It was obviously part
of a set and I was really looking forward to seeing the rest of it. For now I
was quite content to look at a perfect pair of firm B cup breasts sprouting the
hardest pencil eraser sized nipples that were trying their damnest to drill
holes in that lovely see-through top.
"My, teachers sure dress differently than when I went to school. Maybe that
outfit you wore today wasn't so bad after all, Annie." I managed to tear my
eyes away from that chest long enough to reach for my own wine glass. I was
very aware of two pairs of eyes drilling into the back of my lowered head. I
raised my head slowly to find myself looking at two very blushing faces one of
which also contained two very lust filled eyes. The teacher was beginning to
enjoy herself.
"Actually, that's what I came to speak to you about. Okay if I sit down?" I
waved towards an arm chair that would have her facing me just across the narrow
room. She sat and made a show of crossing her legs. The skirt hiked up
revealing the top of her hose and just the bottom part of a garter holding them
up.
'Oh perfect' I thought. 'How to keep myself in character in spite of that
show?' I pulled myself back and pointed to the floor just to my right. "Annie,
you sit here."
Annie looked at the big empty couch beside me and then at the floor. With a
"humph" she stepped over and with her back to our guest she gave me a wink.
Turning around she matched our guest's show of sitting down and sat cross legged
on the floor. From my vantage point above I could see the thin material of her
lacy G-String trying in vane to cover her crotch. They were pulled very tight
and looked to be pulled in a bit. With her legs crossed like that I'm sure it
was very open down there. I could only imagine what it looked like from across
the room. I didn't have to imagine long. I looked up at our guest and knew
full well what it looked like.
Our substitute teacher was coming very close to passing out. Her face was red,
the blush was spreading rapidly across her entire body. Her nipples had finally
managed to tear through the camisole and were begging to be pinched. Her mouth
was hanging open and she was very close to dropping her wine glass. Lust had
taken over! "Yes, you were saying?" I said snapping her back from where ever
she was. And we all knew that was between Annie's legs.
"That's ....That's what I mean. That's what she did to me today in school. It
just not right. It's not proper. It's just not fair!" What a perfect speech I
thought. I know she couldn't of been ready for what Annie had done. What a
perfect recovery. Then I realized it wasn't play. It was for real. All she
had done was substitute school for store. This girl was hot.
I turned to Annie "Was the reaction the same at school?"
"Pretty much. It was humiliating. Everyone in the class was laughing at us. I
couldn't handle it anymore so I came home early. Now you know." Anne finished
and sat there staring up at me begging for forgiveness. No such luck.
"So, it was your fault then?" I asked and before she could answer I added "Not
only did you embarrass, pun very intended, your teacher, but then you ran away
from the situation and left her to handle your problems by herself. When are
you going to learn? Damn it girl, you have to be taught. Get my paddle!"
This time Annie's eyes almost did pop out of her head. She stammered a "Yes
Sir" and almost leaped to he feet. She ran down to my room and we all heard a
gasp as she went into my room. She came back holding the paddle and shaking her
head no. One look told me she had seen the other toys I had laid out on the
bed. She was begging no wordlessly. Poor girl, she didn't have a chance, it
was going to happen.
Annie put the paddle in my outstretched hand and I immediately set it down on
the couch beside me. It was show time. "Annie, you seem to enjoy showing
yourself off to this teacher so much, why not let her see everything. Get
undressed, slowly."
Two faces looked at me in disbelief. Our guest knocked back the last of her
wine and whispered "Oh yeah!"
Annie wasn't doing so well. She hesitate a good thirty seconds and then
struggling with her nails began to unbutton her top. I saw the teacher move to
help and I interjected. "No, leave her do it alone, it's more fun that way."
"Oh, I like your style." She replied.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." I said as I stood up and took her empty wine
glass. "Here, I'll freshen that."
I came back carrying a full glass of wine and a few toys from my bed. Neither
Annie not the teacher saw the wine. Annie spoke totally out of character "Oh
fuck!" Our substitute teacher didn't even here that, she was trying to figure
out what it all was used for. Annie knew quite well, which explained her
earlier reaction.
I handed the wine to our still wordless guest and dropped the toys near her
feet. I took a pillow from the couch and dropped directly in front of her
crossed legs. I then went and sat on the couch and picked up the paddle in one
hand and took a sip of wine with the other. "How many do you figure, Annie?" I
asked not looking up from the paddle.
"Eighteen, sir."
"I would have settled for ten, but if you insist." I said that just to be mean.
The I added. "Assume the position!"
That's when I died. Well at least that's what Annie tried to do to me with her
eyes. I saw the color drain from her face. No blush this time. We were way
beyond that. I waited. Inside my head was screaming 'Would she, please, please
.....yes!'
Annie reached down and picked up the collar. Even with the nails it didn't take
her long to get it fastened around her neck. 'Practice makes perfect' I thought
with a chuckle. Bending over she grabbed the spreader bar and showing the same
agility she demonstrated on the escalator she buckled both fur lined cuffs
around her ankles. Standing with her legs spread out and our fake teacher
staring right into her crotch she thread the chain with cuffs attached through
the D-ring on the back of the collar. Her first sound was a small squeal as the
first nipple clip bit. That was followed by a second even louder squeal when
the second one found home.
I looked over to our guest and saw she was panting. They say ladies don't
sweat. Either this was no lady or they are wrong. I watched as she actually
squirmed in her seat.
Annie reached for the gag but I coughed loudly. She looked over to see me
shaking no. She shrugged her shoulders and dropped to her knees. Slowly she
arranged herself so that her head was directly at our guests feet. She pulled
he knees up, farther, farther, finally until the nipple clip chain reached. She
thread it over the hook in the middle of the spreader bar. Then reaching back
she found the cuffs on each end of the chain across her back. Several clicks
later it was done. Annie couldn't get out of it now if she wanted to. And I was
going to make sure she did want to.
"Jesus H.. Christ" our guest exclaimed. "I'm going to cum right now. I've
never seen anything like that in my life!"
"Cum already, that would be a terrible waste wouldn't it Annie?" I asked.
Before she could answer I added "Do you have anything to say to your history
teacher now my little dear?"
Annie was really into it now. In her best pouty little girl voice yet she
looked up at our guest and said "Please accept this punishment as my sincere
apology for what I did to you today." The turning to me she added. "Eighteen
good ones please Sir."
I stood and picking up the paddle asked out guest "Care to count?"
I started softly. Well, not too softly. My first was about as stiff as the
last few that I heard back at the VS store. Annie yelped and the teacher called
one. By the time we got to eight Annie was near crying and her butt was a nice
pink going on red. I took a break for all our sakes. Even the teacher was
having trouble breathing. Time to up the ante.
I looked up into the teacher's lust filled eyes. "I'm sure you would have a
much better view from down here. Why not make yourself comfortable on this
pillow?" Annie started to say something but I gave her exposed breast a little
slap. That pulled on the nipple clip and we got a big "Shit!" for that, and she
thought better about talking.
Our guest was hesitating, I spoke again. "Oh don't be bashful, come here." She
stood carefully avoiding Annie's body with her high hells. "Turn around." She
did and I quickly pulled the zipper down and her skirt fell to the floor. She
wasn't surprised and turned back slowly to face me. I was right, it was a
beautiful matching three piece outfit. Camisole, G-String and garter. All
featured the same silver-zircon encrusted VS logo holding it all together. The
G- String did nothing to hide a nicely trimmed bush over an obviously very wet
pussy. Wordlessly she sat on the pillow one leg on each side of Annie's head.
Annie was getting a nose full of fragrance.
I reached over to the table and picked up one of the two gags there. Not the
big red ball gag Annie had reached for earlier, the other one. "Annie, what's
this?" I asked.
Annie had to turn her head awkwardly to see. As she did so her lips brushed
against our guest's bush. The teacher's eyes rolled and she didn't hold back
her sigh. Annie saw the item and with obvious disgust said "It's a penis gag,
sir."
Time for the bombshell. "Well, you are getting awfully loud, but this rather
inappropriate considering your crime today. Wrong sex I'd say. So teacher,
how's your biology, what's the other sex from a penis gag?"
She didn't even have to think. She immediately slide her hips forward and
captured Annie's head between her thighs. A very muffled burst of sound from
down there told me Annie was not happy. Our fake teacher looked up and with her
own Cheshire cat grin answered "Pussy gag of coarse. Did I get it right? What
do I get?"
"ANNIE!" I said loudly to stop her muffled complaints. "There are ten swats
left. If she hasn't cum by the time I finish I'm going to go get my riding crop
and work on your ass until she does."
The room was dead silent. I took the paddle and rubbed in small circles on
Annie's now rosy pink butt. Still nothing happened. The swat was the hardest
I'd given her yet. Even the teach was surprised and exclaimed "Oh!" But she
didn't stop. Her eyes rolled mack and another low moan came out. Annie was
eating pussy!!!! I took my time and enjoyed rubbing the paddle over Annie's
other cheek.. The next swat wasn't quite so hard. The sounds coming from our
guest told me Annie's tongue had picked up the pace. She didn't last the third
swat. She grabbed the back of Annie's head and mashed it into her crotch. From
all the slurping sounds I heard with the gasps and moans I knew Annie was
getting a good taste of pussy juice. Finally the teach leaned back and panted
to catch her breath. Annie didn't stop. I heard the continued slurping sounds
and noted a little surprise as the teacher looked down and watched Annie's
tongue continue to lick and suck at her pussy. She looked back at me and raised
an eyebrow. I replied with another swat. The teacher dropped her head back and
we went for round two.
I didn't make it past five. The teachers obvious lust and moans, the slurping
sounds from Annie, everything that happened all day caught up with me. I stood
up and in two seconds my pants, shorts, shoes and socks were off. I pulled my
polo over my head and knelt back down between Annie's legs with my very stiff
cock pointed directly at its target. With no ceremony or foreplay, hell not
even a hint I shoved the full length into her hot tight wet pussy in one long
thrust. Annie screamed into the teacher's pussy and the teach's head snapped up
to see what was going on. I was already pumping. Soon I realized Annie's
tongue was keeping time with my thrusts. The teacher lost it again. Annie got
another mouthful of juice.
Noone missed a beat. I kept pumping and Annie kept sucking. Then I felt the
teacher's finger as she reached around Annie's side and started flicking her
clit with her finger nail. We all cam together. I cam hard and rammed a load
of cum into Annie's gut. From the sounds of it you'd have thought it went right
through Annie's body into the pussy of the teacher. All three of us screamed
and panted as we climbed the orgasmic mountain, hit the summit, and came rolling
down the other side. I fell back pulling my cock out of Annie's pussy with a
pop. Annie fell to her side finally giving up on her feast and the teacher sat
motionless resting back against the chair behind her.
I finally came back down enough to reach over and start to remove the cuffs from
Annie's ankles. I slipped the nipple clip chain from the hook on the spreader
bar and through it to one side. I found the key for the cuffs on the table and
released her wrists. I pulled the chain from the ring on the back of the collar
and with still shaky fingers I managed to get the collar off. Annie was coming
back to earth now too and I offered her a hand to stand up.
She looked so sexy standing there. Nothing on but those very high heels and
white hose. My cock started to stir again already. I reached up to remove the
clips from her nipples. They had been there quite a while and I bet it hurt.
It was going to be worse when I took them off. I tired a look of sympathy as I
reached towards her breasts. Annie spoke for the first time in quite a while.
"Not yet sir, we're not finished."
It was my turn to look shocked. I must have looked silly standing there mouth
hanging open. Finally, I managed "But, but they have got to be hurting."
"Oh, yes they sting like hell, you have no idea. ..... then again maybe you do.
But, they have to stay on until you finish. We still have five to go.......
And it's time to make me....." She trailed off and I noticed her face was a
bright red approaching purple.
The teacher spoke for me. "I don't think he can dear. He just likes you too
much. It's just not in him, can't you tell?"
Annie humphed "Yes, I know. Its just he was so good at it all day. All weekend
in fact. Pushed me a lot farther than I thought I would go, a lot farther than
I thought I could. It's just that this is a one time only deal. I just know
I'll never do anything like this again and I have to ........." The voice
trailed off again.
Our guest spoke again, very sternly this time. "Okay Anne! No more games, no
more little girl, how serious are you?"
Anne's eyes bore a hole right back at her. She dropped out of character and
returned to the real forty something old divorcee said "Very!"
The teacher stood and wordlessly turned the chair that had been her back rest
around. As she stepped over to pick up the paddle from where I had dropped it,
Anne stepped over to the chair and bend over the back. She went to assume the
same position she had the night before with her arms looped through the arms but
the teach stopped that. Very sternly, showing no emotion she said "No, further
forward, elbows at the ends of chair arms. Cross your arms, head on top." Anne
immediately complied.
I looked over the chair and noticed Anne's breasts hanging down and swinging
slightly with each breath. The nipple clips and the chain between them swing
free above the seat of the chair. The teacher walked over to the door and
recovered my key chain from the hook on the wall. Now I understood. That was a
very heavy key ring. She wouldn't dare!
Stepping back in front of Anne she made a show of placing the hook of my key
ring over the chain between Anne's breasts. Again in a very stern voice she
spoke. "Just because they are bigger than mine, doesn't mean you can parade
them around in front of me all day showing off." With that she dropped the keys
and Anne didn't do a good job of keeping quiet.
The teacher walked around back and waited for her to settle a bit. "Now Anne I
want you count them and thank me for each one." She didn't wait for a reply.
The first swat was easily twice as hard as anything I had given Anne in the last
two days. Her left cheek went immediately to a bright red. I was amazed when
Anne didn't scream. She actually was quite quiet.
After a second she finally said "Yeah, right, like I'm going to thank you for
that, you lezzie, slut bitch!"
Now you could have knocked me over with a puff of air. It was a repeat of that
bit with the flannel shirt from the night before. She was taunting. A raised
eyebrow told me the lady with the paddle was a bit surprised too. The next swat
went beyond what I ever would have imagined. It actually rocked Anne's body
forward on the chair and sent the key chain swinging wildly back and forth.
There was no holding back the scream this time. If the neighbors were home they
heard it. A quick sob from Anne and she said "Two, thank you Ms. Ferguson."
There was no break and the next, just as stiff blow erupted on the other cheek.
"Three, thank you Mr. Murphy." The teacher looked up at me inquisitively. I
just nodded indicating that I understood and it was okay. She shrugged and
turned back to the job at hand. The next blow was just at tough. 'Jesus
Christ, woman you're going to kill her' I thought.
Anne was crying now. I could see the tears hitting the seat of chair. Even my
keys were getting wet as the swung wildly back and forth tearing at her tortured
nipples. "Four, thank you Miss Store Manager." Our guest smiled as she began
to understand Anne was dealing with her own list of sins. She showed how much
she understood as the pointed at me with the paddle and then brought it down on
Anne's flaming red ass in the hardest blow yet. Anne screamed again and while
doing so wheezed "Five, oh thank my wonderful room mate."
I got a dose of my own medicine as our guest dropped the paddle and pointed at
the floor where I was standing indicating that I was not to move. She went
around the chair and I heard my keys hit the floor. Anne was crying fully now
and only managed an extra whimper as the nipple clips fell to the floor. Anne
struggled to her feet and the two of them made there way down the hall. I
literally fell to the floor and sat on the pillow trying to understand what I
had just witnessed.
A few minutes later she came back and dropped the white hose and heels on the
floor beside me. I looked up and smiled not knowing what to say next. Her tone
changed dramatically and was back to the soft feminine voice we heard earlier.
"She'll cry herself to sleep now. She picked one hell of a way to cleanse
herself. I think your games are over. Don't worry, it's what she wanted all
along. She'll be thanking you in the morning. Just don't pat her butt for a
few days. Okay"
I nodded agreement and noticed that she was dressing. She finished silently and
the next time I looked she was standing in front of me totally dressed. She
bent over and picked up the school books, and paused. I suddenly felt very
nude. I grabbed for the nearest thing to me and covered my crotch. It happened
to be the panties Anne had discarded earlier.
Then she did it. She only shifted her weight slightly. Her high heeled foot
turned just slightly. The way she held the books. The jacket and skirt.
Suddenly I was fifteen again and a flood of my own high school memories came
back. She snapped me back to the present with "I saw you looking at me that way
when I came in. Who am I?"
It was easy to talk to her. Dressed like that she didn't look anything like the
nasty bitch that had just tortured my room mate. "Miss McCready. You came the
first time as a student teacher when I was in grade nine. I had such a crush on
you, hell every boy there did. You were young and you dressed like it. I think
it got you in trouble with the principle. The second week you dressed a bit
more conservatively."
"Two years later you came back as a full time teacher. You dressed a lot like
that." I said pointing at the vision before me. I looked again and noticed I
could see up her skirt. I saw the open flesh at the top of the hose. Tearing
my eyes away hoping to not get caught I noticed the lacy camisole showing above
the blazer. "Without the special extras I think. Anyway, you taught English
and Theater Arts. You were the main reason I became president of the drama
club. Kinda the teacher's pet I guess. Then you started dating Mr. Leach. He
was our biology teacher. It was quite the talk in the school. You both only
lasted two years and then left together. We all knew you'd get married and
start teaching together somewhere else."
"I remember this field trip we took for science class. You came along with Mr.
Leach of coarse. We went to a swamp to get some samples to study in class. The
road got too rough for the van and we all ended up all piling into Mr. Leach's
jeep for the last couple of miles. The Jeep was very crowded. You invited me
up front with you. That got me a lot of teasing. Everyone knew I was your pet.
You were wearing those damn little tight denim shorts. This is back in the hot
pants craze. You just shouldn't have done that. It wasn't fair. And the
flimsy little bra. We could all see how skimpy it was through the light V-neck
T-shirt. I sat between your legs in the front seat. The road was rough. I
kept bouncing back against you. I kept hitting your .... well your breathing
got funny. And I couldn't help it, it was the bumps. My elbows kept hitting
your ...... well the bra didn't offer much protection. One time you even
complained about me hitting your sternum. The boys in the back seat loved that.
I think you did it just to see me blush. That was the longest two miles of my
life."
I finally stopped and looked down. The panties were floating well above my lap
draped over the head of my very erect cock.
She didn't miss a beat. "Is that what you are thinking about right now young
man?" Before I could gather my thought and reply she continued "Look, I sent
you back here to clean up this dressing room. Everyone else had to get home
after rehearsal and you volunteered to help. I just stopped by to see if you
were okay on my way out of the school. And I catch you like this. Just what
the hell are you doing in the girls part of the dressing room. And what's with
all the lingerie and girl's clothes? Why you pervert!"
I looked around and she was right. Anne's shoes, hose, bra, skirt, and top were
all lying around me on the floor. I went to speak but was cut off "And these,
these look like," Reaching down she grabbed the panties off my cock. I didn't
bother trying to cover up again, I was too taken by her performance. "Why you
bastard! These are mine. I lost them last week. They disappeared on that
field trip the science class took. They got so wet I had to take them off. I
left them in Mr. Leach's glove compartment to dry. God I was so wet I thought
I'd leave a mark on the back of your jeans. You really enjoyed doing that to me
didn't you boy?"
Her look told me she wasn't expecting an answer. I just sat there looking up
her skirt and she continued. "You hurt me that trip you know. Look I've still
got a bruise." With that she damn near ripped off the blazer and thrust her
chest out at me. The nipples were very hard again and trying to drill new holes
in that camisole. "The sternum is between my tits you silly boy. You are going
to need some extra help in biology. Maybe I should tell Mr. Leach about this
and we'll see how he will HELP you." I shook my head no vigorously. "And damn
you these things are soaking wet again.!" She held the panties to her nose and
took a big sniff.
"This isn't me. You little creep, have you been jerking off into my panties?
Don't lie, I don't smell like this." She shoved the panties under my nose. She
held them there rubbing the back and forth for a minute. Anne had done a good
job of making those panties very fragrant. "I smell like this!" She dropped
the books, pulled up her skirt and stepped forward shoving her crotch directly
onto my nose. She came forward so quickly my nose actually pushed her flimsy
panties into the crack of her pussy. The fragrance was similar, but not the
same. She stood there a minute rocking back and forth on my nose. I felt the
moisture.
"Now look what you did. That's twice now. Once in the jeep and again now.
Okay little boy, you made the mess, you clean it up. She reached down pulled
away from my face long enough to push that panties to one side and then forward
again. I didn't need to be asked twice. I don't know if I did as good a job as
Anne had, but I did pretty good. I got my own blast of pussy juice when I
licked sucked and then nibbled just a bit on her clit.
She didn't even let herself settle down even a bit. She stepped back turned
around and dropped down on my cock. She impaled herself on me in one quick
swoop that had us both moaning. Then she started to bounce up and down on my
shaft. It wasn't fair. I just couldn't hold it. I didn't feel too bad though.
She didn't last either. We both cam together. Mine was bigger than her's but
that didn't seem to matter. She just sat on me as we both came back down to
earth.
After a minute she stood up and picking up Anne's panties and used them to wipe
my cock and then her crotch. A few swipes and they were dripping with the
combination of Anne's juices from earlier, and the mix of my cum and her's from
this last session. Smiling down at me she held them in front of my face and
when I went to ask what she had in mind she shoved them in my mouth. She shoved
them deep into my mouth and sneered "Here you keep these, they're ruined now.
And finish cleaning up this dressing room!"
Then she turned, flattened down her skirt, picked up her books, and walked to
the door. I just sat there and gawked panties still in mouth as she opened the
door stepped out. She reached back in to close the door behind her and broke
character for just a second as she smiled and said "Anytime you want to play."
I left the panties in my mouth as I cleaned up the room. It only seemed fair.
I only took them out when I got into bed to sleep.
The End.
