teacher----part-1-of-1

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Meghan's Teacher

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Miss Morales was sitting at her desk; the last of the students had gone into the shower after gymnastic practice. She got up and followed them; damn, there were some fine looking little things in this year’s class. She couldn't take her eyes off of one cutie though, Meghan Neybee. She was a cute little blonde with such a perfect figure. God must have worked overtime on this one, Sonja thought to herself. She had always been partial to blondes. She loved the contrast between the sultry Mexican features that she saw in the mirror each morning, rounded womanly curves suggesting soft passionate lovemaking; not the tomboyish slightly angular features of Meghan. Her sharply defined XX-year old breasts contrasted with her own rounded full sensitive teats. Yes teats, not tits, knockers or breasts, teats. Designed for sucking, giving life and nurturing. Their pillowy softness had lulled many young things into a sense of security and peacefulness.
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Sonja thought of what, if given the chance that she would do to this tantalizing morsel. She would let her nuzzle those soft mounds, hold her tight and take away all her worries. Teenage angst was such a wonderful thing for her. She had ‘comforted’ several girls at her last school. Ha, that's the reason she was here now, stupid school board. Well, at least the hadn't put the detail of the incident in her record. She could tell that Meghan was upset and conflicted all throughout practice. As she had done to other conquests before, she approached Meghan and asked if anything was wrong. Meghan looked at her with those adorable blue eyes and said, "No, not really" in a halfhearted way. Sonja knew she was concealing something but knew not to push it. She slipped Meghan her cell phone number and told her that if she ever needed a friend, not just a teacher, to call her anytime. She saw her tuck the note into her purse and then continue stripping for her shower.
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Damn, its like being a kid in a candy store thought Sonja as she was treated to the display of not just Meghan undressing but a whole class of 00 and 00 year olds. For a confirmed lesbian like her, the temptation was overwhelming. She rushed back into her office and no sooner had she shut the door than her hand was inside the front of her pants and urgently rubbing her pussy. Oh that feels great, just a little bit more, just a little … KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK …Shit. "Come in she yelled. As the door opened, it was none other than Megan.

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“I was wondering, Miss Morales,” asked Megan shyly, "Of course dear."

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Meghan just exploded with a woeful tale of her parents invading her privacy and how humiliated she was. and how she just couldn't look at Vice after her step dad had unceremoniously thrown him out. What was she to do? Sonja drew her to her bosom and rocked her gently. "There, there, that's a good girl. You did nothing to be ashamed of. No one has the right to invade your privacy like that."

Holding Meghan so close was giving Sonja fits. She wondered if Meghan could hear the squishing sounds coming from her flooded pussy. She’d always been extremely wet, embarrassingly so. She remembered the first time that she’d had sex with a boy. She was so confused then. Hell it took her two weeks to be able to have sex again. he was pretty large and after she clamped up from nervousness there was no way he could get in. He had slid my panties down and I could see the strings of thick love honey glistening in the fading light. I was mortified. If you've ever seen a Mexican girl blush you've really witnessed a treat. The flushing of that brown skin, the dewey humid downcast eyes looking to hide and the Catholic schoolgirl, feet prancing, ‘gotta go pee, humiliation is right up there with the Grand Canyon as one of Natures finest things.

Meghan had settled down now and started apologizing for interrupting with such a matter. As she turned to leave, Sonja reminded her that she could always call her and that she wouldn't tell a soul. Smiling her appreciatively, Meghan walked out the door.

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What a day, thought Sonja as she slumped down on her living room couch. She’d been so close to taking the edge off her hyper sexuality when that sweet little thing, Meghan had come into her office and fanned the fire. All the rest of the day she’d been a bundle of nerves. Finally, now she’d be able to get off. She’d selected her favorite little helpers, a little pink thing about 4-inches long with a knobby protrusion that lay on her clit. Oh it felt so good. It fit into that little spot that just made her eyes roll back into her head whenever it was caressed. Sonja thought that penetration was overrated. She could coax more orgasms out of her frequent partners simply by caressing, licking and doing the many, many other things that she was such an expert at that she rarely if ever inserted her 8-inch lifelike dildo into her seething pussy. Tonight would be an exception to that rule. Without a partner to reciprocate, she knew that her pussy needed to be reamed and rammed good. Gentle tickles on the outside were no substitute for what she now craved.
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Sonja toyed with her pussy, playing it like a Stradivarius, rubbing and caressing, driving herself near crazy with her little 4-inch toy. She wanted to prolong her pleasure, but despite trying to hold off her orgasm as long as possible, she knew that she was almost over the edge. As she pulled out her 8-incher Stallion, Sonja smiled to herself. how many girls name their dildos? No matter, she chuckled as she rubbed Stallion up and down her wet lips and placed the head right at the entrance to her throbbing slit. Her legs were high in the air, searching for an imaginary partner …Beep …BEEP …Beep …Who? ...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP..’WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?’ Thought Sonja as she grabbed her cell phone. “Hello,” she snapped.

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"Ms. Morales?" she heard a tearful voice nervously ask. She immediately recognized that it was Meghan Neybee that was calling. She'd gotten into some sort of argument with her step-dad after school and, “Couldshecomeoverrightawayandtalkaboutit?” The urgency in her voice matched her rapid-fire delivery.

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Sonja thought to herself, ‘Like a Moth to the Flame.’ Aloud she said, “Of course, dear come right on over. Here's my address. Oh really? You live that close to me. What a coincidence. Well, hurry right on over."

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Sonja quickly tidied up and dragged a wet washcloth over her seething pussy. but the feel of the cool cloth did little to stem her Sonja’s arousal.

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After fingering herself to an orgasm on her bed, Meghan had hurried right over. Meghan knew nothing of the sex crazed teachers desires as she tentatively rang the bell. Meghan needed answers. Although she’d slipped on a light cotton sundress to cover her nakedness, Meghan was wearing any panties; the spanking had made her butt so sore that she didn't know if she’d ever be able to sit again. And, now she couldn't even stand panties.

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When Sonja opened the door, she shyly said, “Miss Morales, th …th …thanks for seeing me tonight"
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“Of course dear,” she said, “But call me Sonja. It's after school hours.”
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”Thanks, I knew I could come to you.”
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”Come in dear, and sit down.”
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”Oh no, I can't,” exploded Megan. And then her tale of the viscous spanking and her humiliating orgasm while stretched over her stepfathers lap came pouring out. In tears, she moaned, “When he cupped her pussy, I cummed.” Hating too, she stammered out the words, "And I think I enjoyed it"
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Christmas had come early thought Sonja. “How dare he spank you like that? Show me exactly how bad it is. That's right, dear just bend over at the waist and lift your dress.”

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“Oh my God,” gasped Sonja. “That bastard. We need to get a record of this. Wait here, baby while I get my camera.”

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Meghan turned bright red, and whimpered, “A camera, why? I don't want any pictures of this.”

“But dear,” Sonja cooed patiently. “We must have pictures as proof of what he did. Now be a good little girl and turn around. That's right; dear hold your dress up high. Higher.” With a sigh, Sonja said, “We have to see if he left any other marks, so why don’t you just go ahead and take it all the way off.”

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As Megan stood naked before her, Sonja purred, “That's right, sweetheart, turn around slowly. I'll need pictures of all angles.”

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Sonja's Cannon digital hummed along flawlessly taking picture after picture. She even managed to get a little video of her telling how she’d orgasmed when her stepfather cupped her pussy.
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”Oh honey, your bottom looks so angry and red. Let’s go into my bedroom. I have something that we can put on it to take out the sting.”

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Meghan was amazed. Moving to Sonja’s bedroom was like a trip to fantasyland. The well-decorated room centered around a large four-poster bed. It dominated the room so much that it seemed like a stage. Somewhat out of place with the other furnishings, it had pillows strewn atop it.

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Sonja carefully helped Meghan up on to the bed and directed her to lay down with her luscious ass high in the air on top of one rather large rounded pillow. Hesitatingly complying, Meghan laid down as directed. Soon cool hands gently touched her burning cheeks. Sighing heavily into the bed, her problems seemed to melt away as she felt her ass lovingly caressed by expert hands. Teasingly, the hands moved over other parts of her taut body. Up her smooth back, past the little dimples over her butt cheeks and onto her flanks.

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“Oh,” she sighed, “that felt good. Megan couldn't believe how tense she was. As she drifted off into a euphoric dream state, Sonja's hands slipped around and reached underneath her to cup her swollen breasts.

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As her nipples responded, Megan came out of her daze and stammered, “Wait a minute, my breasts didn't get spanked.”

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Meghan struggled to leave but Sonja held her down easily.

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“Now you don't want to go yet.”

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“I DON'T LIKE GIRLS,” Meghan hissed angrily.

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“Oh come on,” purred Sonja, “How do you know unless you try?”

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“I THINK NOT!” snapped Meghan.

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“Well, you can go if you'd like,” teased Sonja.

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“I'm sure you won't mind if I send copies of those pictures of you to a few of my closest friends, and perhaps one or two of your class mates. Becky Thomson, for instance, that girl you were having an argument with last week? I’ll bet that she’d love a set.”

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Megan’s heart sank. If Becky got those pictures she might as well commit suicide. Even being a lesbian was better than having those pictures come out.

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With tears streaming down her face, Megan looked at Sonja and said, “OK, you win, just get it over with.”

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“No, No dear,” said Sonja, laying the down the rules, “you don't understand. You're going to be an active participant and after a little while I'm sure an enthusiastic one.”

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Meghan’s eyes were full of fire, she knew Sonja had set up and she hated her for it. Then she looked at Sonja and resignedly lowered her head back to the bed, giving herself up to the older woman's caresses. She could fight no more. But, it did feel good...
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The end…

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