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As always, you really should be 18 or older before you read this.
This is mine. Please do not cross-post it without my permission. And
comments are greatly welcomed by the author.
Enjoy
Megan: A catholic School Girl
It was boring....damn it was boring. I'd been a college professor, for
God's sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the
hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a
long story short, it was money. Universities don't pay assistant professors
worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a conservative,
full-student-uniform, old line Catholic private academy, had offered me a
cool $10,000 more than Eastman City University to teach their "girls" about
The Scarlet Letter and other tripe, oh excuse me, classics. So, I was
bored.
Most of these girls were nice enough, maybe too nice, and not overly bright.
They were at OLM because Mom & Dad wanted to keep them safe from boys.
Naturally, while their parents paid a hefty tuition to get their girls ready
for college and keep their virginities intact, the girls took every
opportunity to mess around, both with boys and - oh shock, oh horror - each
other. The rumor mill was constantly grinding out new salacious stories.
Kirsten G had balled the football star from Cardinal O'Malley High School
(better known as "Carnal & Manly"); Alicia S was in a lesbian tryst with her
boyfriend's older sister, and so on. It was enough to make you laugh out
loud.
And the faculty -- mostly older men, over 50 and married, or nuns & priests.
There were only four of us who were under 50 and secular -- myself, Sarah
Jenkins (biology), Alex Fernandez (Spanish & French), and Molly Poulan
(American History). Naturally, rumors had us all linked in a variety of
wild sexual relationships. Naturally, they were all, all wrong. Molly was
engaged, Alex gay, and Sarah only vaguely interested. We had gone out a few
times, even slept together once, but nothing came of it. Me, Dr. Fisher, I
was single and lonely and horny and bored.
Until (oh you KNEW there was an "until" didn't you?) Megan DiRienzo walked
into my English 12 class. She was a transfer from the public schools and
acted like she didn't fit in. The rumor mill had it that she had been
"involved" with her music teacher and that the scandal got him fired and her
packed off to OLM. Her Daddy was a lawyer and filthy rich, so Megan got in
without passing an entrance examination and with the understanding that she
would sail through OLM and get shipped off to a nice catholic girls college
where she would stay to earn her Mrs.-degree. She had every likelihood to
be trouble for us, and she knew it.
The first day she walked in, flouncing her blonde, shoulder length hair, she
behaved fairly well. We were studying Chaucer (The Nun's Priest's Tale --
safe and boring). She knew it already and impressed me with her knowledge.
A short essay question on the symbolism of the story produced the usual
dreck, except for hers. She explained the symbolism and went on to tie it
to the Miller's Tale of "handy Nikolas" -- she made sure she pointed out
that she knew the meaning of "to swyve" (it's in the Oxford English
Dictionary -- you can look it up). She got the A she was looking for, and a
note that I was impressed with her prior knowledge.
The day after I returned the short essay, her dress was a bit more
provocative. Her skirt was an inch shorter than regulation length (2" above
the knees) and her blouse (starched white cotton) was open an extra button
or two. These alterations nicely showed off her well-developed legs and her
very nice breasts. They looked like a good handful to me...firm and
melon-shaped, maybe 36B's? Megan strolled to the back of the lecture hall,
the top row of a tier of 3 rows of desks. This put her about 24" above
floor level. I had noticed my first day there that the top row was prime
"viewing" territory when I sat at my desk in front of the class. If a girl
inadvertently (or advertently) spread her legs just enough, you could see
her panties. I had only caught the briefest glimpse of white cotton panties
during the course of two years at OLM, but I looked occasionally, just in
case.
Naturally, Megan was my newest "viewing target." And she didn't disappoint.
The second hour of the two hour class (the last of the day) was usually
given over to reading an essay and responding to it in writing. It was
quiet time, designed to let the instructor catch up on paperwork. As the
twelve girls in the class wrote, I graded. Today, I was deeply involved in
grading some 11th year essays, when I sensed a disturbance. I looked up,
but no one was out-of-place. I scanned the room and met Megan's eyes. She
winked and sucked on the end of her pen. I glanced lower and sure enough,
she was flashing me. I looked for her pretty white panties and was greeted
by...nothing. I blinked twice and looked closer...no panties. I glanced
up, blushing. She smiled again and licked her lips. I looked down again.
She had spread her legs further and I could see, dimly, a naked pussy...with
just a hint of blonde bush on it. I'm sure I stared forever (or at least 30
seconds) before breaking my vision away and trying to get back to work.
That proved nearly impossible, for my cock was straining my pants. I
glanced down at my papers, then around the room. The other girls kept
working. When I looked back at Megan, the legs were together, the head
bowed, the pen working. As the bell rang, the girls handed in their writing
and all left. I managed to say good-bye to them, but did not get up from
the desk. As soon as my cock had softened, I packed up and left. When I
got home, I masturbated, twice, thinking of the "show" Megan had given me.
This went on for more than a week. Megan would come to class, quiet &
demure, gracefully breaking the dress code (the skirts grew shorter until
they were 4" above the knees -- as far as anyone dared go before Sister Mary
Chrysostym, the Principal, would strike them dead) and the blouse was open
two buttons. Three times, Megan came to my desk for help, bending over each
time to let me see her breasts. The first two times she had a bra on. But
the third day, she wore the school blazer to class and then hung it over the
back of her chair. And when she came up for help, I looked straight down at
naked breasts, the nipples long and hard.
Each day, the show changed slightly. One day, panties (of various colors),
the next, I swear it was a thong...at least her ass seemed naked under the
skirt, but the pussy shot was of red silk. Then came the Friday. She
strolled into class, her skirt hiked up, her blouse open as usual, with a
very sly smile on her face. The class had a major test on Chaucer -- two
essays in two hours -- and as they all concentrated and flipped through
their notes, Megan gave me the "show". She flashed her naked pussy as me
and kept her legs spread wide the whole time. I watched, glancing over the
class, moving around the rows, helping out (as my half-hard cock fought to
grow longer and harder). Megan called me over twice. The first time, she
sat back and let me see her thighs and her nipples...hard as rocks. The
second time, it was leaning forward, a third button undone, and her breasts
utterly visible. She brushed her hand against mine. Instant erection. I
went back to my desk, quietly cursing her as a teasing little slut.
When I sat, I looked up. Megan had slipped a hand under skirt and was
playing with herself. As I watched (and no one else saw) she dipped a
finger into her pussy then brought it to her lips and sucked it clean. I
nearly came as she licked her lips, smiled, and went back to work. I was
both horny and angry. She was of course quite deliberately provoking me and
enjoying it. I decided to take action.
Over the weekend, I put together a gym bag that then went to school with me
on Monday. All week long, I watched and waited. The tease went on, except
that, instead of going home and jerking off, I waited, bided my time, until
she provoked me totally. Thursday, she presented the naked shot again and
idly "scratched her itch" for me to see. After she licked her finger clean
again, then winked and licked her full red lips, I told her to stay after
class. She looked shocked, even appalled, but stayed seated after class,
nevertheless.
After the rest were I told her behavior was not what I expected and that we
had to deal with it appropriately. I was in deadly earnest and she looked
on the verge of tears. I had her sit and work on an extra-credit worksheet
on Chaucer for nearly 45 minutes, until I knew that everyone was gone from
school. Then I locked the door and lowered the drapes on the windows and
the door (thank god for "blackout" curtains). Then I walked back to her and
ordered her to stand.
When she rose, I looked at her chair. As I suspected, the fear of
punishment had aroused her. She had already been damp when she fingered her
pussy and teased her clit. Now after almost an hour of anticipation, she
was flowing. Her seat had a small puddle in it. "Clean that up," I growled
softly. She reached for her purse to get a tissue, but I took her hands and
whispered, "No, Megan, clean it with your tongue."
She turned on me in disgust and horror, and started to speak. But something
in my eyes must have stopped her, because she whispered, so softly that I
could barely hear her, "Yes, Dr. Fisher." And she knelt by her seat and
leaned over it. Her tongue darted out and she lapped her own juices from
the chair seat. As she did so, her skirt rode up and I saw that perfect ass
at least. The cheeks were round and firmed and ripe. I watched them flex
as she moved to lick up more, and I could no more stop myself than stop an
earthquake. My hand struck and I began spanking her.
With each sharp blow her ass rebounded. At first, she screamed in
surprise, then she grew silent, then she begged me to stop. When I
continued her spanking, she moaned. Her head fell onto the seat of the chair
and stayed there. I struck her until her asscheeks glowed red and her tears
seemed to flow perpetually. When I stopped she licked the tars from the
chair, then rose, back straight, and turned to face me. She looked up into
my eyes and I saw her lust there. She was afraid of me now, but also turned
completely on. Her vision dropped to my bulging crotch and she licked her
lips. She reached out and touched my dress pants, then slowly unzipped
them. "Dr. Fisher," she whispered in her best little girl voice, "I'm soooo
sorry for teasing you. Let me make it up to you."
And she sucked me....little Catholic schoolgirl in her uniform, her ass red,
her eyes red, her lips red, and her mouth. Warm and buttery, her mouth moved
on my hardness, urging me to cum. I wound my fingers in her hair and kept
them there, guiding her mouth on me. I reached the back of her mouth and
she opened further, letting me into her throat. Her nails were dragging
across my scrotum and I knew I would explode any moment. I concentrated as
hard as I could and stopped her by pulling hard on her blond waves. She
opened her mouth to scream and I extracted my cock.
"Open your blouse, Megan," I ordered as she looked up at me again. "Let me
see them." She unbuttoned the final three buttons and exposed the tits I'd
fantasized about. They were better than I'd suspected. I walked to my desk
and opened the bag. Reaching in, I found the toys I'd brought and returned
to her. I took the tiny silver chains, slid the wire closures open, and
fixed them on her nipples, drawing the wire loops tight enough to make her
groan. As I looked down at her, I knew that she was mine. She smiled
through her tears, then rose to her feet and turned. She dropped her skirt
and blouse to the floor and walked to my desk. There she leaned over and
presented her open cunt to my view.
I moved to her and took her hips in my hands. And the, for the first time,
I fucked her. As I pistoned into her, my balls slapped at her clit. She
began to chant in time to my thrusts, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!" Her
cries built as I hammered home. Her pussy was soaked, but oh so tight and
hot. With each thrust, I brought a bare hand down on her already red
asscheeks. And as I spanked and fucked Megan, I felt it build in me. She
was cumming, moaning and clawing at the desk top. And I was so close...so
close...and then I exploded, filling her tight little pussy with my week's
worth of cum.
She dropped back to her knees and cleaned me, wiping my cockhead on her
face, taking the dripping juices from it with her fingers and tongue. She
smiled up at me, her face alight with passion and gleaming with her juices
and my cum. Then she rose and dressed.
As she went out, she giggled, "Can we do detention next week, too, Dr.
Fisher?"
5'6, 125 #, 36b-28-32, blond/blue, curvy, teasing yet shy, a bit defiant of
authority.
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