Cassie left the Head Mistress flustered and extremely aroused. She never expected that she would enjoy the spanking as much as she just did. Was it because it was a new experience or that Mr. Williams, the new male teacher spanked her, or that he touched her wet pussy or that she was able to momentarily brush her tongue against his pant’s bulge? She didn’t know what it was but she felt her body tingle all over. One more moment of Mr. Williams spreading lotion on her red ass and she would have exploded.
She really wanted to rush to her dorm room and spread her still wet pussy lips and stroke her pussy and clit until she came but she had one more class today, Art. Maybe, Megan would let her borrow her vibrator so she could imagine Mr. Williams' cock invading her virgin tight love canal. She discretely rubbed her pussy thru her skirt when she realized that her panties were missing. “Oh shit,” she mumbled.
She thought back to her spanking and realized that Mr. Williams must still have her damp panties. She was embarrassed but even more aroused thinking of Mr. Williams touching them, maybe even masturbating with them. The more immediate concern was how to get through the next class without anyone noticing that her panties were missing.
Cassie was one of the last students to Mrs. Jackson’s art class and had to sit on one of the front stools. The classroom was a large studio with either desks or stools arranged in a semi-circle depending on the topic for the period. As Cassie walked in, she remembered today they were going to be sketching.
The art teacher was a free spirit and one of the youngest and least strict teachers at Hillcrest Academy. She rarely spanked anyone in class and if discipline was needed, she usually administered it after class in private in her office. She was also one of the few teachers that addressed the students by their first names. She said everyone in her class is a fellow artist.
Mrs. Jackson was not only a free spirit but was also very pretty. She was a wavy brunette, with toned legs that seemed to go on forever and an ample bosom that she highlighted with tight blouses. Her lips looked soft and inviting and many students and teachers had crushes on her. She dressed in either blouses with hip hugging skirts and high heels or very nice form-fitting dresses. Today she had on a white painter’s smock that almost covered her short black knit mini-skirt along with black high heels.
Cassie could feel the cool air against her exposed labia and it sent a chill up and down her spine. She carefully sat down on the stool trying not to expose herself to anyone. She wondered if anyone could smell her sexual arousal.
“Class, today we are going to start a series of nude sketches. I will try to get another teacher or a senior to model for us in the future but today I will be your model. Since this is your first nude sketch, I will just be topless,” Mrs. Jackson explained.
The teacher then removed her painter’s smock revealing her nice 36C bust and sat on a stool facing the class.
The students gasped both in surprise and some in appreciation at Mrs. Jackson exposed torso. She had full upturned breasts with dark areoles and eraser thick nipples that were all highlighted by a distinctive tan line from an evidently very small bikini. Cassie also caught a glimpse of her white lace panties. That just caused her to remember her predicament as she tried to rearrange the way she was sitting to not expose herself to the teacher nor anyone else.
“Now class, I am sure you have seen breasts before," Mrs. Jackson smiled. "Remember to focus on how the light defines my features of both my face and breasts. I will sit still for awhile and then take a break and look at your work. If you do a good job, maybe I will find a male model for you.” She winked encouragingly.
Cassie was taken aback by Mrs. Jackson’s beauty but started to work on her sketch. It gave her something to take her mind off of her still wet pussy. Cassie soon become deeply involved in her sketch and didn’t notice Mrs. Jackson watching her intently. Cassie admired her teacher’s full breasts and wondered if they felt as soft as they looked.
Mrs. Jackson gazed around the studio, watching her students. She knew this exercise of sketching actual people would be a challenge to some but knew it would be a good learning experience. She also relished the opportunity to show off her breasts. She was really very proud of them, always trying to dress professionally but seductively when ever possible.
Her eyes continued to roam around the room and she noticed Cassie intently working away. Then she noticed something else. It couldn’t be, she thought. She looked carefully and realized that Cassie was flashing her and that she was panty less. Mrs. Jackson’s heart skipped a beat and she felt her nipples harden.
Was Cassie purposely flashing her? She had a few intimate interactions with students in the past but she was trying to be good. Her husband had found out about prior encounters and was not happy even though he enjoyed hearing his wife’s detail confessions. He would stroke his hard cock as she recounted the experiences but then would be jealous that she had another woman without him.
Cassie was such an innocent and pretty sixteen-year-old girl that it gave Mrs. Jackson nasty thoughts no matter how hard she tried to think of something else. Mrs. Jackson felt that familiar wetness between her legs and that burning desire to taste this young woman. What things she could teach Cassie.
Mrs. Jackson got up and went to look at the student’s progress. Some were very good and got the shape of her breasts, shoulder and face just right. They still needed to define the features but for a first try, the drawings in general were very good. She gave suggestions and compliments to a number of the students as she walked around the class topless, her breasts jiggling as she walked.
Mrs. Jackson then came to Cassie and put her arm around her shoulders as she examined Cassie’s sketch. It wasn’t as good as the others, which was surprising since Cassie was one of her better students.
“Cassie, are you distracted today? Your drawings and sketches are usually more detailed,” the teacher commented as her nude breast touched Cassie’s arm.
“I am a little distracted,” Cassie stuttered as she felt Mrs. Jackson’s warm breast press against her arm. She felt that now familiar chill race through her body and she was confused. She had never felt an urge to be with another girl. Then she remembered, feeling a similar feeling as she applied lotion to Megan’s red butt just the other evening. The driving urge though was still to see Mr. Williams cock and to cum but she was so aroused that she wasn’t really sure what she wanted or needed.
Mrs. Jackson sensed Cassie’s uneasiness. She felt Cassie’s body slightly quiver when she pressed her breast against Cassie’s arm. She was getting aroused teasing this young Asian student. She glimpsed down Cassie’s white blouse and she could see Cassie’s budding breasts and dark nipples, her white bra a size too big for Cassie pert breasts.
Cassie felt Mrs. Jackson’s hot breath on her neck as they were chatting. She felt goose bumps form on her neck. Her pussy and clit were again demanding some attention. She felt her juices beginning to flow as Mrs. Jackson was providing her with suggestions on her drawing.
“Ms. Yuko, are you listening?” Mrs. Jackson asked sternly. “See me after class in my office.”
“Yes, Mrs. Jackson,” Cassie meekly replied. She knew she was in trouble. Mrs. Jackson hardly ever called anyone by her last name unless she was angry.
As Mrs. Jackson turned to leave, her hard nipple pressed against Cassie’s arm. This just sent another surge of desire to Cassie’s pussy, which was now aching. For hours now, her body had been teased with no end in sight.
The teacher left Cassie and then sat back down in front of the class for the remaining minutes of the class. She tried not to sneak another peak under Cassie’s skirt but then out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Cassie had scooted higher up the stool and Mrs. Jackson clearly saw the Cassie’s mound and traces of her pink puffy lips. The teacher took a deep breath, trying to control her desires for the young nymph.
Cassie followed Mrs. Jackson into her office after class. The teacher had put the painter’s smock back on, buttoning it loosely at the waist. Cassie sure hoped this meeting would not involve another spanking. She wasn’t sure her body could handle either the pain or any more sexual arousal.
Mrs. Jackson sat down in one of the two office chairs facing her desk while Cassie sat in the other chair.
The teacher turned to Cassie and said, “So tell me what is wrong, why were you so distracted today?”
“I am just having a bad day, Mrs. Jackson,” Cassie replied as she tried not to stare at the teacher’s exposed nipple.
“There is something else going on here. Stand up, Ms. Yuko,” the teacher commanded.
Cassie stood up reluctantly.
I noticed something unusual while I was watching you sketch. Lift up your skirt, Ms. Yuko.”
“No, please, Mrs. Jackson."
“Yes, now,” the teacher insisted. Cassie lifted the front of her skirt up, exposing her damp mound and puffy pink lips that she furtively rubbed earlier when no one was looking. Mrs. Jackson felt her nipples harden even more as she stared at Cassie’s inviting young pussy. She fought the urge to pull Cassie close and just suck on her succulent swollen lips.
“Ms. Yuko, why aren’t you wearing panties? That is not permissible, not even in my class.”
Cassie began to sob. “Sorry, Mrs. Jackson, my skirt was too short and I was sent to the Head Mistress’s office for punishment. Then both the Head Mistress and the new Literature teacher spanked me and he touched my pussy and..." Cassie tried to continue between sobs.
“Poor thing,” Mrs. Jackson said as she stood up and embraced the sobbing girl. Her hands reached around and cupped Cassie’s tight ass as Cassie nuzzled against her breasts.
“Now, now, tell me everything,” Mrs. Jackson encouraged.
Cassie told Mrs. Jackson the whole story. She just needed someone to talk to and explain her feelings. She told the teacher about being spanked; about feeling Mr. Williams fingers touch her swollen pussy lips. She told how aroused she was and even confessed touching Mr. Williams’ bulge with her tongue.
Cassie again nuzzled against the teacher’s full breasts as she finished telling her story. Mrs. Jackson was trying to be empathetic to Cassie but her hot breath against her boobs was driving her wild with passion.
“Are you still aroused?” the teacher asked.
Cassie blushed, “Yes, Mrs. Jackson. Seeing your full breasts just got me horny again. That along with my ass still sore from the spanking, I need to cum so badly.”
“Show me. Take off your skirt, Cassie,” the teacher ordered.
Cassie dropped her skirt, exposing her pussy completely to Mrs. Jackson. Cassie’s pubic hair was matted and damp, her lips were puffy, delicate and pink. Mrs. Jackson couldn’t help but lick her lips.
“Turn around, Cassie, lean on my desk, let me check out how red your ass is.”
Cassie turned around and leaned over the desk, half expecting Mrs. Jackson to spank her as she spread her legs slightly.
“Poor thing, your ass is so red, let me get some lotion.”
The teacher grabbed some lotion from her desk and spread it over Cassie’s ass. Mrs. Jackson’s fingers were so much more delicate and tender than Mr. Williams. Cassie cooed in delight and spread her legs farther as Mrs. Jackson’s fingers traced down her crack.
“Does that feel good, Cassie?” The teacher could tell from Cassie’s sighs that she was enjoying the attention. Mrs. Jackson knew she should stop but couldn’t.
“Do you want me to continue, Cassie?”
“Please Mrs. Jackson,” Cassie cooed in a sweet pleading voice.
Mrs. Jackson’s fingers delicately traced around Cassie’s rosebud and then slid along her wet pussy lips. Cassie moaned as the teacher’s fingers pressed harder against her wet lips.
“Oh yes!” Cassie groaned as the teacher rubbed her pussy faster. Cassie pushed against the teacher’s fingers, trying to push them inside her.
Mrs. Jackson abruptly stopped. “Sit down, Cassie.”
Cassie was dumbfounded, again so close to cumming but she sat down.
“Spread your legs for me, Cassie, rub your clit. I want to watch you cum.”
Cassie didn’t expect to cum with an audience but she needed to cum. She opened her legs wide, spreading her labia and started to rub her clit and pussy. Faster and faster she went as she watched Mrs. Jackson, both of them panting.
“I want to see your pussy too,” Cassie blurted out.
Mrs. Jackson was only too happy to oblige and she stood up and dropped her skirt. Her lace panties were wet and her nipples were like little red erasers. Mrs. Jackson then removed her panties, revealing a clean-shaven pussy. Cassie gasped; her teacher was so beautiful and sexy.
The teacher played with her nipples as she leaned over Cassie. “Suck on them,” she ordered.
Cassie could not resist. She started to suck on the teacher’s full breasts, feeling their softness against her lips. Mrs. Jackson moaned louder as Cassie’s fingers spread her pussy lips and plunged two fingers inside the teacher’s wet cunt.
“Oh yes, Cassie, so naughty,” she cried out. “Harder, faster!”
Cassie felt her orgasm building. Mrs. Jackson sensed it also and pushed Cassie’s fingers away. She knelt down, spreading Cassie’s legs wider and over her shoulders as she dove in, licking Cassie’s exposed clit.
“Oh fuck! Please stop!” It was now Cassie’s turn to be pleasured. Mrs. Jackson just ignored her, tasting Cassie’s sweet nectar, her face nestled against Cassie's soft black forest of pubic hair. She continued to lick and suck Cassie’s tender lips while she fingered herself.
“Oh Mrs. Jackson!” Cassie screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around Mrs. Jackson’s head pulling at her hair as her body jerked and quivered.
Mrs. Jackson pulled Cassie tight as her orgasmic spasms continued. She licked Cassie’s juices, her tongue now buried deep in Cassie’s pussy. Time seemed to stand still as both women felt the last surges of their orgasm send chills through their bodies.
"Wow! That was amazing!” Cassie said. As she looked down at Mrs. Jackson, the last echoes of her climax fluttered in her now swollen pussy.
Mrs. Jackson got up and slowly put on her clothes as she looked at Cassie’s spent body. Cassie's white blouse was damp with sweat. Her swollen red lips that Mrs. Jackson wanted again would have to wait for another time.
“That was lovely, my dear Cassie. Remember that when you are with Mr. Williams. I am sure he will not be able to resist your innocent beauty and luscious body. If needed, I might even be able to get you two together but then you will owe me a treat.”
Mrs. Jackson then winked and kissed Cassie hard on the lips.
Cassie’s mind was filled now with lust and cravings, both for Mrs. Jackson and Mr. Williams. What will she do, she thought as she got dressed and left the teacher’s office, ready for a nice hot shower and still needing to get her panties back from Mr. Williams.
