Gender: Male Age: 30 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Young teacher realizes she enjoys the thought of having power over her students.|
It was the last day of school in Sophie’s second year of teaching. Her freshmen classes went exceedingly better this time than last. “I’m getting the hang of this,” she thought. The last bell had wrung and the kids were each given a little bag of mini candy bars, at fifteen they still would kill for chocolate from a teacher, and then ran like hell to get out of the school.
Sophie sighed and sat down getting up again a few seconds later remembering how badly she needed to pee. “The students’ girl’s room is just round the corner and obviously deserted,” she thought, “beats heading across to the office for the staff one.” She walked out onto the paper strewn breezeway around the corner and into the bathroom.
She goes towards the nearest stall which is occupied with the door open. It was occupied by a girl on the edge of the toilets seat and another on her knees in front with her head in the seated girl’s crotch. The girl on the seat had her eyes closed and was humming contentedly as she was eaten out by the other.
“What the …” Sophie said before she could stop herself. The girls shriek and jump up and try to scramble away. “Stop! NOW!” Sophie’s teacher voice commands. The girls stand still tears forming in their eyes as they know they’re screwed. “Was this consensual?” Sophie’s, first question. Sophie leaned into the girl who was performing on the other to make sure that her answer wouldn’t be a lie. Sophie could smell the pussy on her chin.
“Yes, miss, really, our mothers are going to pick us up in ten minutes and we won’t see each other all summer,” Said the girl. “We love each other.”
“Really!” said the other girl.
“I never taught you. You graduating?”
“Juniors, Miss.” the other girl nodded frantically
“Look, don’t ever do this here. I never taught you I don’t know your names, its summer I don’t want to fill out paperwork that I’d have to do if I turned you in.” Sophie said.
The girls start to scramble away again thankful. “Stop! You come here,” Sophie says pointing to the girl who was eating the other. She separated from her friend and came to the teacher. Sophie leans closer breathing in the aroma. “Two things; first before you leave here you better wash your face off, second…” she knew she shouldn’t say this, but she wasn’t going to get told on, “…next time, massage the perineum, that’s the area between the vagina and anus.”
The girl washed up with a very confused look on her face and ran with her friend away from the restroom.
Sophie then peed and went on her own summer vacation.
The summer held a few surprises for Sophie. Unexpectedly, after only two years with freshmen she was put on the senior English staff of the school.
No more fourteen year old boys gawking at her, now there’ll be 18 year old boys, who after two romps in the backseat think they’re John Holmes, and they’ll be gawking at her. Great!
At twenty eight she’d had enough of men who thought they were experts when they were amateurs. She’d have to really shame three or four of them before they thought of her as only a teacher, a bitchy teacher.
The other surprise the summer held was a dry spell in Sophie’s romantic life. She couldn’t find anyone that got her motor running. She went into the city to buy a new toy a quarter of the way through the summer and she went back to get another (just to break the monotony) before school started back up.
Masturbation doesn’t really sate your thirst, just whets your appetite. Sophie already knew this but she couldn’t get anything to go her way. So she spent most nights with a plastic vibrating cock in her neatly trimmed pussy.
She was pretty enough, grapefruit sized tits on a small frame, she was tall at six foot nothing and that intimidated a lot of guys. The fact that she was smart intimidated a lot more. The sleazy ones that were left didn’t interest her.
“Fuck! I’m not asking for much,” Sophie told her friend. “I don’t want like huge cocks, anything more than I can throat is painful and it can’t be that all the smart ones are gay or taken.” Her friend suggested for her to take one of the sleazy ones. “Fuck that!” Sophie’s reply.
So school started again. The teacher week she met with the other 3 senior English teachers. Mrs. Martin an older lady near retirement was the head; Mr. Black in his last five years before retirement, and Mr. Wells, another young teacher who was short, thin and frail looking. Mrs. Martin began with Sophie’s introduction. How the administration is trying to get the young teachers into upper class positions before the old ones die out, they all giggled. Sophie got the tests that the last teacher, just retired after thirty years, gave regularly. This took care of most of her lessons on day one.
School starts on the next Monday with much ado and no chance of any work getting done. In third period came a little surprise when the cunnilingus performer was in the third row. She hid through out class and sprinted out the door at the bell ringing. Her friend was not in Sophie’s classes. “That’s right they did say junior so this year they would be seniors,” she thought as the next class shuffled in too loudly. At the final bell there was a knock on her door. It opened and the same girl came in. She was shaking with fear.
“Yes, How can I help you…I didn’t actually get your name today?”
“Jennifer Bright… Jenny… sorry I want to transfer out of your class it’s… it’s too much, you know?”
“I can imagine,” said Sophie. She put her hand on her shoulder just to let the girl know she wasn’t the boogeyman. “I’ll do what I can. Do you know what class your friend is in I’ll see if they can fit you in.” She saw the girl’s reaction and felt stupid… she shouldn’t have brought up the friend.
“Jenny and I…” she cracks, sniffs, then stops herself from crying, “sorry… her name’s Jenny too. She met a boy over summer, were not friends anymore.” She sheds a few tears. “Sorry miss, it’s been a rough summer.”
“Oh dear, sorry, I’m an idiot for even bringing that up, of course your embarrassed.” Sophie leaned forward putting her other arm on the girls other shoulder in what she hoped would be seen as a semi-hug. Sophie thought her tears smelled almost as good as the pussy she smelled on her cheek last time. “I’ll go and talk to the other teachers tomorrow, and sorry again.”
Jenny raced out of the room. Sophie was alone with memories and the lingering smell of tears from the pretty girls face.
Sophie went home, and for some reason masturbated before making her dinner. She still had the scent of the young girls tear dampened skin on her mind. She pictured Jenny down at her crotch lapping at her drenched cunt. She pictured herself gripping the girls hair as she shoved her pussy onto her tongue. The vibrator hummed as she climaxed not once but twice.
Sophie had been interested in women before, in college had had several, even two at once, as well as sharing a girl with a boyfriend on a few occasions. She only gave up those tendencies because of her job prospects. No one really hires single bisexual teachers.
Sophie knew she couldn’t be with a woman in the small town she lived in. Word spreads too quickly. She certainly couldn’t seduce one of her students. She let go of the thoughts after her delicious orgasms, and made dinner and went to bed.
The next morning on her free period she went to Mr. Wells’ class to see about a transfer for Jenny Bright. As she walked into the class she saw the young Ms. Bright’s exlover, the other Jenny, turn brilliant red and hide her face. She went to Mr. Wells and quietly discussed what class Jenny Bright could enter.
Sophie did look up at the other Jenny, she looked very scared because she couldn’t hear what Sophie was discussing with Mr. Wells. The other Jenny was blushing deep red and looking panicked. Sophie was getting excited by her fear and she remembered the smell of Jenny’s pussy on Ms. Bright’s lips and cheeks. Sophie looked up even more at her. The other Jenny had a tear escape her eye from adolescent frustration. Sophie felt powerful and was getting very wet, worried that Mr. Wells would catch her own aroma or see her now very erect nipple through her bra and blouse, so Sophie decided to behave.
That task out of her way. Jenny Bright would go to Mr. Wells instead of Sophie. Sophie left the classroom glaring at the other Jenny. Sophie would feel guilty later for scaring the girl but she was excited now. She knew when she got home that the vibrator would get a lot of use.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t through with the Jennys that day. The other Jenny came into her classroom after school. She was scared but trying to put a brave face on. Sophie might have found this admirable but she remembered the way this Jenny treated Jenny Bright and gave her her best withering stare.
“Jenny isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss, Jenny Armstrong,” the other Jenny said.
“Well Ms. Armstrong, Why are you here?” Sophie made her words sharp.
“I… Why… Whywereyouinmyclasstoday?” she rushed.
“Pardon?” Sophie was enjoying the power again. Her nipples started to contract her cunt lips tingled.
“I’m sorry, I… wanted to ask why you went in Mr. Wells’ class today?”
“Do you ask comings and goings of all the school’s teachers?”
“No Miss, I’m sorry”
“You should be.”
“Please… you wouldn’t tell other teachers about that girl and me.”
She was scared. Sophie couldn’t of course even if she wanted to, but she didn’t like people referring to their old lovers as ‘that girl’.
“Do you mean Ms. Jenny Bright?”
“I thought last time I saw you two together you were close. Close enough that you wouldn’t call her ‘that girl.’”
“Miss Please I’m sorry. I won’t ever do that again. I have a boyfriend now and everything.”
“Ms. Armstrong, Jenny is very hurt by the way you treated her and I have to agree that you were not a very good friend.”
“Uh… I… She told you that?” Jenny Armstrong was stunned
“One doesn’t drop someone like that. It’s impolite. You owe her an apology.”
“I…I can’t talk to her I feel like guilty, you know?”
“You feel guilty because you are guilty. If you apologize to her, she may forgive you or she may spit in your face, if she doesn’t forgive you, you at least tried and won’t feel as guilty. You’ll know better how to treat someone next time.”
Jenny Armstrong looked confused, sad, and still quite scared. Sophie had steered the conversation away from what she asked, and now Jenny thought shed have to leave without getting an answer to the question. “Yes Miss, ok I’ll apologize you’re right.”
Jenny turns towards the door, but then stops and turns back toward the teacher. “umm…Please you won’t tell my teachers about what you saw last year will you?”
Sophie now did admire her bravery, she allowed herself to soften. She reached out to take the girls arm “I won’t tell anyone. I had Jenny in my class and she was uncomfortable around me because of last year. I helped her get into one of Mr. Wells’ other classes away from you because you hurt her…”
“I’m sorry… I mean I’m sorry I hurt her. Thank you Miss I will say sorry to her too. Thanks. Uh bye.” Jenny said as she gratefully clamored to the door.
“Whew,” Sophie said to her empty classroom “what a day.” To herself she added “It was exciting and made me horny but it was one of those days nonetheless.”
When she got home she thought “two days into the year and two days where I need to cum before I even cook dinner.” Then went off to masturbate, her fantasies filled of young women she had power over. She came twice, relaxed, ate and slept.
The rest of the week was uneventful. Classes seemed to be not too challenging, the problem students were making themselves obvious and were dealt with quickly.
The weekend came and Saturday Sophie found herself without plans or work that needed doing. “I guess I’ll go to the movies.” She went to the mall bought her ticket and window shopped to kill the twenty minutes till the next showing. The mall was full of her old and current students, it was Saturday after all. She wandered around looking at clothes she wasn’t interested in. Until she passed the comic shop as Mr. Wells was exiting it.
“Oh hello Sophie.” He said
“Mr. Wells. How are you?”
“I… Oh I suppose I’m fine. Found what I was after.”
“Oh literary masterpieces hmm?” she joked.
“Just fun stuff, I’m a nerd that’s all there is to it.” Mr. Wells laughed.
Sophie found herself laughing too. “Oh Mr. Wells, I’m sorry I have got to go I’m seeing a movie in a moment.”
“Oh please call me Charles, are you meeting your boyfriend there?”
“No boyfriend Charles, I’m all alone.” Sophie admitted.
“Well I’m done for the day here. If you’d like company, I’d be happy to take you to dinner after the movie.”
Sophie thought for a moment. Charles Wells was two inches shorter than her, and possibly five pounds lighter. Most men are intimidated by her, but he seems very much at ease. “All right I’d certainly like the company but if you’re buying dinner, I buy the popcorn and sodas.”
They walked across the mall looking at the teenagers and waving to their students which they were on good terms.
“There are the Jennys,” said Charles.
Sure enough, the two girls were giggling and pointing into a shop window. They were as close as they could get without being arm in arm. Sophie smiled. “How is Ms. Bright adjusting to your class.”
“Oh quite well I guess. She seemed quite depressed Tuesday and Wednesday, then it seemed like her world lit up, I was thinking she might be bipolar or something.”
“I don’t think so, Charles I think she and the other Jenny just became friends.”
Jenny Armstrong looked over and saw the two teachers and turned ghost white and elbowed Jenny Bright to point Sophie and Charles out. Sophie smiled, Charles waved the scared girls seemed less scared now that Mr. Wells put them at ease, and timidly waved back. “Good girls,” Charles said.
“Uh… Yes. I guess. ” Sophie replied smiling.
They walked on and went into the movie, chatted till the previews started. When the lights dimmed and the coming attractions started blaring, their attention turned to the screen. After the first preview the door opened again and the Jennys snuck in looking for seats. The theater was only a quarter full they took a row to themselves, about three rows ahead of the two teachers. The other previews past and the movie began and it was obvious that it was a very bad one. The story didn’t keep anyone’s attention and soon the audience was checking their watches. After one particularly badly acted monologue, Charles rolled his eyes, causing Sophie to snort and cough to cover it up.
Sophie’s attention strayed from the screen, Jenny Armstrong put her head on Jenny Bright’s shoulder. “Her boyfriend wont like that,” Sophie thought to herself. Jenny Armstrong’s hand soon rested on Jenny Bright’s thigh. Sophie felt her pussy lips tingle. The girls hand strayed up the others leg towards the crotch of her jeans. Sophie was excited, she didn’t know why she did it, but she nudged Charles and nodded her head in the girl’s direction. “Hey,” she thought, “If I’m enjoying the this, why shouldn’t Charles.”
Jenny Bright scooted up in her seat so that her friends hand could get to her crotch. The other Jenny didn’t unzip the jeans though; instead she pinched at the denim to tease her friend. She must have feared the zipper being too loud in the quiet theater. When done teasing, she slipped her hand down the waist of Jenny Bright’s panties. The girl’s head bobbed back in satisfaction as her friend fingered her in the dark.
Sophie secretly snuck a look at Charles’s pants to see a very large bulge there. “Well now, he’s enjoying this as much as I am.” She looked at his face and saw his eyes glued on the pair his mouth slightly open. He turned to look at her and mouthed “Wow” she nodded and turned back to watch the teenage couple.
Sophie directed his attention back to Jenny Bright who had just started to feel Jenny Armstrong’s orange-sized tits through her t-shirt. The movie had a song playing too loudly but both Charles and Sophie heard her breathe in sharply and utter “Oh!”
Soon Jenny Bright stiffened in what Sophie was sure was an earth shattering orgasm, and then the teenager slumped. Jenny Armstrong sucked each of her fingers clean smacking her tongue noisily as she licked her friends cum and pussy juice from them. Jenny Armstrong snuggled close to the very spent Jenny Bright and kissed her cheek and earlobe in between inaudible whispers till the credits rolled.
Sophie looked to Charles, she knew that they could get up now and walk directly past the girls or wait until the girls left and risk the girls seeing their teachers a few rows behind. Charles had an odd smile and expression oh his face as he jerked his head at the exit meaning “let’s get out of here.”
As they passed the snuggled girls, Charles acted surprised and said, “Why it’s the Jennys again. We really liked the show. Did you enjoy yourselves?” The girls jumped away from their snuggled position at the sound of their names and then froze like deer in the headlights at seeing two teachers coming from behind where they could have been seen.
“Uh…” Jenny Bright said. Tears came to her eyes.
“Oh, Hi Mr. Wells. Um it was good. I guess. Uh Sorry we got to go we’re meeting my Mom,” said Jenny Armstrong.
“Oh your mother,” Charles continued “I’d very much like to meet her, as one of your teachers. Who ran into you after you so enjoyed the movie.”
Sophie stopped herself from giggling with excitement. It seemed Charles Wells was as enamored by the power over these girls as she was. She snuck another glance at his trousers. He must have adjusted himself since her last look but he was still obviously erect.
Jenny Armstrong was panicked “No, please we are in a rush right Jenny?”
Jenny Bright was looking at Sophie’s smile. Jenny knew without a doubt Sophie knew what happened during the movie. “Right, we can’t stop now. Um later ok. Please Miss. Please Mr. Wells.” She was still teary.
“Well then go on girls. We’ll see you on Monday.” Charles said.
“Oh ok bye.” And the girls ran off.
Sophie turned to Charles, “You have a bit of a cruel streak in you; don’t you?”
Charles smiled mock sheepishly put up his forefinger and thumb in the ‘just a tiny bit’ pose.
“So you did say dinner did you not?” Sophie asked.
“Oh yes. I was slightly distracted.”
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