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Excellent//Afternoon

By: LunaTigre



A F T E R N O O N

I pulled up in front of Mrs. MacGregor's house five minutes early and was relieved. The last thing I needed now was to be late. Her house was easy enough to find. 327 Parkway Drive was just where she said it would be, where the road bent to the left after turning from the major road. I checked myself in my rearview mirror. I had to rush over from the homeless shelter on the other side of town just to make it here on time and I hadn't had a chance to check myself before I left. I didn't look that bad for a Saturday spent with the homeless. My makeup still looked great and it framed the professional smile that I had been working on well. I had what people called an apple shaped face with a little dimple on my chin that gets me quite a bit of attention. I had been working on a tan all summer and it looked like it was starting to pay off. My boyfriend Tommy was right about the way it really brought out the gray in my eyes. I looked pretty, but for Mrs. MacGregor, I also hoped to look professional and scholarly and I thought my blouse and khakis along with my smart looking jacket would fit the bill.

I got out of my car and stepped up to Mrs. MacGregor's door. The house was nice, but not showy. It looked like an older place, two stories and made of brick. Along both sides of the house were rows of beautiful flowers and the whole home looked well-maintained and healthy. Something out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazines. I felt better just standing on the porch. The door had one of those wooden signs that feature a flock of birds in flight holding a banner that read Hello There! I knocked on the door and Mrs. MacGregor appeared to greet me. "Good afternoon, Mrs. MacGregor, how are you?" I said as I waved at her from the other side of the screen door.

"I'm doing well Penny Peasley, you're right on time. Excellent! Come in and let's get started." She opened the screen door to let me in, but I was distracted by how good she looked. She was like a pin-up with straight blond hair framing an apple shaped-face like mine. Instead of grey eyes like mine, Mrs. MacGregor's were and electric blue cat eyes that always seemed to penetrate me. She had a long, slender elegant looking nose on which sat her customary black rimmed glasses. All of that sat on top of an athletic, ridiculously hourglass figure featuring round full breasts (my guess was 36-C at a glance) and curvy, luscious thighs.

I swallowed hard and tried to get my brain to work. I was afraid of this. I would have been fine had she worn something else maybe. Jeans or sweatpants. I expected maybe a t-shirt and some stretch pants. Most teachers dress like slobs away from school. Not Mrs. MacGregor though. She was wearing a smart white sleeveless dress with wide straps that was so sheer that I could almost see through it, tied around her waist was a large black leather belt. To top it all off, she wore a black pair of low pumps. She looked as if she was going somewhere and I suddenly felt that my outfit wasn't as wonderful as I thought.

"Were you going somewhere?" I asked cheerfully. "I hope I'm not keeping you from anything ." I was half hoping that she would say yes so that I could go home and chill out. I started feeling apprehensive and I couldn't take my eyes off of her breasts, the outline of which I could see through the fabric of the dress. The half of me that couldn't look away didn't want to go anywhere. 

"Not at all, Penny Peasley," she said as I stepped in. "We have the whole afternoon." She went to take my coat when she made a scrunchy face and started sniffing the air. "I'm sorry, is that you?"

I was confused. "Is what me, Mrs. MacGregor?" I asked hesitantly. She continued sniffing and she looked offended. 

"That smell! Oh, it smells like you just came from a trash dump." she said, waving her hand in front of her nose. "You're going to have to change those clothes before we get started. Do you have a change of clothes in your car?"

I was caught between mortification and annoyance. I didn't think I smelled that bad and I always notice B.O. But then again, I hated to smell bad around people. I felt myself growing smaller and smaller by the minute. "Um, I, ah, no I don't Mrs. MacGregor, I could go home and change if you want, it would only take a minute-"

She sighed that exasperated sigh that I've been hearing a lot lately. There hadn't seemed to be anything I could do right for her since this year started. "No, no, we'll waste too much time doing it that way. I've just cleaned in here and now I'll just have to go back and do it again later. Go upstairs to the second bedroom on the right. It's my daughter's old room. She left some things in her closet that should fit you. Now Penny Peasley, I want you to take off everything you've got on, get into the shower and at least rinse off that stink and change into one of my daughter's outfits. Do you understand?"

I was totally caught off guard. Take a shower? Her daughter's clothes? "I think I can just put on some perfume, Mrs.-"

"Penny Peasley, we don't have time to argue. Do you want my help or not?" Her steel blue eyes were business-like and commanding and her golden blonde hair framed them gently as they fell to her shoulders. I still was hesitant, so she said, "Either we do it this way, or call the whole thing off and just deal with this matter in class. It's your choice, Penny Peasley."

Crap. I didn't want to waste her time at home, that wouldn't make a good impression at all. With a B and C on the first two papers, I was in deep enough already. That along with all of the other stuff, the incident in the bathroom, the leg thing, and the hair thing, all put together, had probably dropped me way down in her estimation. My favorite teacher now saw me as lazy, stupid, pervert. Geez. I thought this college seminar class was going to be a cherry on top of my senior year and now it looked like I wouldn't even get her college recommendation. Great job, Penny.

I figured it couldn't get any worse. "I'll go change. I'm sorry about this Mrs. MacGregor." I replied sheepishly as I started quickly up the staircase in front of the door.

"Don't be sorry, Penny Peasley, be quick." Mrs. MacGregor replied as she walked into the living room, barely troubled to look my way. "20 minutes and meet me back in the living room so that we can get started. You've wasted enough time already."

I made my way up her staircase and noticed how fresh and well maintained everything looked. Pictures of her husband and two children perfectly lined the wall behind the staircase and they had an amazing pale blue carpet that my parents would kill for, but never keep as clean as Mrs. MacGregor had. The rooms all smelled like fresh linen mixed subtly with the cigarette smoke that I knew came from her habit. She even smoked in class, but I didn't know how she got away with it. Upstairs, vases with silk flowers sat in every room and though her daughter's room was fairly bare, Mrs. MacGregor had added some nice touches. It almost made me forget how awkward the situation was. I stepped into the bathroom and found the guest towel set. I stripped off my clothes and quickly got into the shower because I wanted to be clothed again as soon as possible.

The warm water felt good on my skin and a I took a moment to enjoy it. The shower head was newer and sprayed out a light, soft spray that felt good on my naked body. I tried my best to relax as I rubbed soap all over my skin. I rubbed my arms, back, shoulders and down my chest and over my breast, which were perky and the size of large apples. The tanning that summer had really worked, which was much more than I could say for my best friend, Katie. We were both slender, (although I actually had a butt while Katie didn't fair quite as well) not model quality or anything, but we both still looked good in those bikini pictures. I had wanted to tone up for next year so that I didn't want to look like a slouch in college. I'm a bit short at 5'3, but with my brunette hair up and the right clothing, I could pass for 22. Without that, though, I look like a 10th grader, so I made sure to keep my hair and face dry. The last thing I wanted was to look scraggly for Mrs. MacGregor. She always looks so together and sophisticated, much more than the other teachers at school. As soon as I thought of her, I felt my nipples get hard and realized that my other hand had drifted down between my thighs. I stopped and gasped. What has gotten into me? I thought. The incident in the gym, getting caught masturbating in the bathroom? I wasn't into girls at all, never had been, but ever since I started the college seminar class, I've been getting turned on by the thought of Mrs. MacGregor. Ever since that pep rally. I kept telling myself that it was because I was excited to be in her class, but it was getting kind of scary now and it had to stop. But when I got near her, my pussy started to ache just like it did when I was jonesing for Tommy. It would have to stay on the back burner until I got this grade thing straightened out, though. One thing at a time.

I reluctantly got out of the shower once my body calmed down and I dried off with the towel. I went across the hallway to Mrs. MacGregor's daughter's room and I noticed that there wasn't a sound coming from downstairs. No TV, no radio, no sounds of anyone moving. It felt like I was in the house alone. It was just as I was thinking that that I realized that there wasn't a drawer in the room. It still had a bed, but no drawer to speak of. I opened the door with the mirror that I suspected of being the closet and it was bare, except for two items of clothing hanging forlornly in the corner. One was a blue spaghetti strap tank top, nothing special, something you might get at Wal-Mart. The other was an old pair of white cutoff jeans. Both looked like they'd been worn quite a bit. Not in bad shape, but not new. Wasn't there anything else to wear? I looked around the room for something else, but didn't see anything. I thought about going across the hall to what I figured was the master bedroom, but Mrs. MacGregor had specifically told me to come into this room and I didn't want any more trouble. I was thinking about asking her if there was anything else to wear, when all the sudden "2 minutes, Penny Peasley! Don't dawdle!" Her voice was sharp and cut the air like a knife, I almost fell over and had to steady myself on the closet door. "Okay Mrs. MacGregor." I pulled on the cutoffs and tank top, which were both maybe a smidge to big for me and without any underclothes, I pretty much felt naked. I looked around on the floor for some shoes or socks but there weren't any. I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I look like a 14 year-old hillbilly girl, I thought. All I needed was a straw hat.

This wasn't the impression that I wanted to make, but there really wasn't time to think about it. I made my way tentatively downstairs to find Mrs. MacGregor sitting comfortably on her coach in the living room beyond the dining room table. I can't stress how wonderful her house looked. The dining room was closer to the front door and dominated by a large antique walnut dining table that looked as if it had been babied within an inch of its life. There were white lace table settings set for three places. To the right, I could see the kitchen and what looked to be a den tucked away in the corner by the stairs. There were paintings and artwork scattered just so and the place looked immaculate, but also pretty comfy. A nice place to come home to, I thought.

Mrs. MacGregor was sitting on the couch in the finest looking living room that I had ever seen in person. Two large bay windows focused natural light into the space which consisted merely of a cream colored couch and chair facing each other and on the far side, a large bookshelf stocked with old tomes. There was a stereo and speaker set, too, but you wouldn't notice them unless you were looking. Mrs. MacGregor, though, put everything else in the room to shame and embarrassed or not, I was started to feel a throbbing in my pussy and my nipples were getting stiff. She sat with an easy poise on the couch reading a magazine, an ice tea on one of the end tables and the magazine spread across her lap. Her shapely legs were crossed so that the dress came up a bit past her knees and I got another glimpse at those creamy, sultry thighs as I approached tentatively. I was so anxious! I thought she might look up as I got closer, but she just kept flipping pages and reading, her legs crossed casually, her calves beautiful and curvy. She sat on her desk at school in much the same way and it drove me up the wall with lust.

"Mrs. MacGregor, I changed into the only things I could find up there," I ventured as I entered the living room in my horrible outfit. "I was wondering if there was anything else-"

"Shh!" She said, not even looking up from her magazine. "I'm trying to read this article, Penny Peasley. Sit down and I'll talk to you when I'm finished." With that, she turned the page and took a sip from a glass of iced tea. When she reached over for the glass, I was able to get a view of her nipples through the dress. Her slinky, toned arms, her beautiful neck. It was getting a bit hard to breathe. Was this just a nervous reaction? What was going on with me? 

"Sorry, Mrs. MacGregor," I stammered as I sort of tripped over to the chair opposite her.

"Not there!" She said, still not looking up from behind her magazine. "I've just cleaned that chair." I looked around for somewhere else to sit down. Where does she want me to sit? I thought nervously, feeling all of my poise slipping for the second time in a half hour. I thought I might sit on the bookshelf, but as I approached it and started to settle, Mrs. MacGregor snapped again. "Not there, Penny Peasley, bookshelves are not for sitting." With that she flipped another page without looking my way. 

Damn! I had never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I felt like I was intruding on her, like an imposition that she had to put up with. I had heard teachers complain about students like this for years. Students who thought that their teachers had a 24/7 schedule open just for them. Students who wanted their teachers to spend all kinds of time grading extra credit, but couldn't be bothered to even take the time to do the homework. I had worked hard at not being one of those students and now I felt the sinking feeling that I was becoming one of them. I looked at the spot next to her on the couch, but didn't take the option seriously. I thought about asking her what I should do, but it was obvious that she didn't want to talk. I was desperate then, which was the only reason that I thought about one of the fine wooden chairs that lined the dining room table. It was crazy, but every house had different rules for dining room chairs, maybe she just wanted me to sit on one of those.

Mrs. MacGregor looked up from her magazine in a huff as I started towards the dining room table. "Penny Peasley," she sounded upset, but not really angry, it was the sort of tone you'd take with a hyperactive kid who wouldn't stay off the furniture. "If you can't sit down on any of the furniture, where's the next logical place to sit?" She caught me totally off guard and I thought I was going to lose it. This was ridiculous. How could anyone treat a student this way, especially a good student like me? I groped for an answer, thinking too hard. Did she want me to make up my own seat? Stand in a corner? Sit on her lap? What? "Well?" Mrs. MacGregor pressed. "Do you know where to sit?" I shrugged helplessly and she pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the chair. "On the floor Penny Peasley, Christ." 

"Oh, yes, okay, Mrs. MacGregor, sorry." I sat on the floor with my knees up to my chest and leaned on the chair, totally flustered. I was hoping that was at least ok. Mrs. MacGregor went back to reading her magazine and taking sips of her tea for awhile longer. I tried to collect my bearings, remember my talking points, and regain some composure, but I was totally unnerved by this point. I felt humiliated and bothersome. Worse than that I felt stupid and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was doing everything wrong. That, however, was nothing compared to the distraction provided by the view I got of Mrs. MacGregor from the angle that I was sitting. Her dress had hiked up a bit more and I could almost see where her thighs met, sitting temptingly on top of each other. I wondered what was underneath that dress, what her breasts looked like underneath the white sheer fabric, how they would feel in my hands. I could almost taste them, they looked so temptingly full and round, it was easy to see why she was so popular with the guys at school. My nipples were getting harder underneath the tank top and I was getting Goosebumps. This was really the wrong time to be horny. I managed to look away long enough to bring myself back to Earth. 

Just in time, too. Mrs. MacGregor closed her magazine with a satisfying sigh and set it aside. She took another drink of her iced tea and finally looked at me with those steely blue eyes. She seemed amused and surprised, as if she had just remembered that I was in the room. "A wonderful article, extremely interesting. Are you interested in travel, Penny Peasley?"

An easy question, finally. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor. My family and I went to-"

Mrs. MacGregor waved her hand dismissively. "Later, we have business to attend to," which ended what I thought might have been an interesting bit about a trip to Niagara Falls my family and I took in August. Damn! I settled back as she leaned forward to collect my paper and I steeled myself for just about anything. I could try to describe everything about the following conversation, but I think it may be easier to understand everything that happens later if I tell this part in dialogue. It went roughly as follows:

M: (Picks up Penny's paper from the end table and starts to flip through it) Now, we're here to discuss some difficulties that you had with last week's assignment. Is that right, Penny Peasley?

P: Yes, Mrs. MacGregor. I was thinking some more about what you said and I think there's just a disconnect between what you want on these assignments and how they're-

M: (Forging ahead, not paying attention to Penny's comments ) Well, looking through this paper again, I have to say that I think my comments about the content haven't changed, and I believe they were pretty clear cut on Thursday in class. I also think that my instructions were fairly simple as well, Penny Peasley. I asked the classl to write a well-informed opinion piece about volunteerism, at least 4 pages, double-spaced. 

P: Mrs. MacGregor, I think the assignment might have been a bit vague. I mean, none of us did very good.

M: (Studying the paper) Very well, Penny Peasley, not very good. And the fact that none of you did well on the paper tells me nothing other than that the necessary effort was lacking on all of your parts. I've given this class for 10 years and vague instructions never seem to be a problem for students who do their best. (Recrosses legs) However, since you are here, I will try to go over the instructions of the assignment again so that you might better understand them. (Derisively)Though I don't believe that you couldn't understand my instructions from the start, (Penny starts to protest, but Mrs. MacGregor continues) I will indulge you, Penny Peasley.

P: (Looks down in disappointment) Thank you, Mrs. MacGregor.

M: You're welcome. Now, regarding this assignment, the task was to create a well-informed opinion piece on volunteerism that was no shorter than 4 pages double-spaced. The main problem that I had with your piece was the opinion part. You did understand that these were supposed to be your opinions, didn't you, Penny Peasley? Not just the random opinions of others.


Excellent//Afternoon



P: (Confused) Yes, Ma- I mean yes, Mrs. MacGregor. That's what I believe I gave.

M: (Raises eyebrows skeptically and returns to the paper) Hmm. We'll come back to that in a moment. I also noticed that your paper was not very well-informed. (uncrosses and recrosses her legs temptingly)

P: (Still confused, a bit offended. Uncurls her legs and sits up) What? I put all of the information that I collected from my time at the homeless shelter!

M: (Annoyed) Lower your voice, Penny Peasley, I'm right here. Either you can speak to me like an adult or take whatever grade I give you, is that understood?

P: (Embarrassed) Yes, Mrs. MacGregor, I'm sorry.

M: (Settles and returns to the paper) In any event, that brings us to the heart of the problem, Penny Peasley. How long have you been volunteering at the shelter?

P: (Caught off guard) About a year and a half, I think. I started-

M: (Looks skeptically at Penny) A year and a half and this is all the information you've been able to gather? (Flips the page) Take this part where you describe an old woman coming into the shelter with a shopping cart on a regular basis. Do you know her name?

P: (Perplexed) I- I didn't want to use names in the paper, Mrs. MacGregor. Some of these people wouldn't want to be too visible-

M: Well, is there anything else you can tell me about her? How did she get here? What does she miss the most about her old life? How old is she? (Looks at Penny searchingly) Anything, Penny Peasley?

P: (Unsure) Well, I wasn't exactly sure that's what you wanted Mrs.-

M: (Flips pages warily and sets paper aside on couch) I mean, it's like this throughout the piece. I hear a lot about you and what you do there and how great you are, but nothing about the actual people that you're helping. How much do you actually know about these people anyway, Penny Peasley? Have you ever stopped to talk to one of them, or do they smell too bad for conversation?

P: There's usually so much to do-

M: (Non-chalontly, glibly) Has anyone ever tried to hit on you? Cop a feel?

P: (Swallows hard) No, no one Mrs. MacGregor-

M: (Takes a sip of her iced tea) Have you ever wanted them to? Just once, maybe on a day that you felt frisky?

P: (Incredulously) No, Mrs. MacGregor. I'd never want to-

M: (Shrugs) I just thought I'd ask seeing as you evidently have such a high libido. I thought it might help you out. (Penny shrinks at the mention of the bathroom incident) By the way, who were you fantasizing about when you were masturbating in the bathroom during the pep rally? I never did get an answer. (Continues without giving Penny a chance to answer) No matter, there's a much more problematic matter for us to deal with concerning the opinions in this assignment.

P: (Totally off-guard) I don't understand, Mrs. MacGregor. Was there a problem with my(shifts uncomfortably)-how I formed my opinions? I used all of the latest facts and cited everything correctly, I believe.

M: As I said before the purpose of the assignment was for you to give your personal opinions, not the opinions of others. (Picks up the paper again) Here, for example where you talk about how volunteering often does more good for the volunteer than those they help.

P: (Tentatively) Well, Mrs. MacGregor, that's usually the way I've found things.

M: Then it's just a coincidence that I said the exact same thing in class the day before?

P: (Confused, again) I guess it is Mrs.-

M: (Exasperated. Turns the page) And here where you opine that people often volunteer for the wrong positions. That was pretty much the point of my anecdote during the lecture and here I find it in your paper, Penny Peasley. Worse than that, it doesn't even fit in with the rest of the paper you've written.

P: (Panicked, rises to look at the paper) Mrs. MacGregor, can I have a look-

M: (Waves Penny off then puts her hand under her chin and looks at Penny) This is the second time we've had to talk about plagiarism isn't it, Penny Peasley? I can't stress enough how serious of an issue that is, especially in college, (recrosses her legs again and puts down the paper) but it doesn't seem like you're taking my concerns very seriously.

P: (Distracted for a moment) I-I take them very seriously, Mrs. MacGregor. (Regaining herself, desperate) Very seriously, I promise. But if you'll hear me out, this isn't what it looks like-

M: (Takes off glasses wearily) I think I've heard enough. (Leans closer to Penny) This careless and lazy attitude seem to be a major pattern with you, don't you think, Penny Peasley?

P: (Stifled, frustrated) Mrs. MacGregor, I'm not lazy, I mean, I don't think I'm lazy, it's just-

M: (Raises eyebrows) No? Well, all the evidence before us seems to suggest otherwise. You gave me my own opinions on this assignment, basically a resume on the first assignment, and now you've just admitted that you know next to nothing about the people you've been 'helping' at this homeless shelter.

P: (Desperate) But Mrs. Mac-

M: And on the strength of that you want me to write a recommendation letter for you? To put my reputation on the line with close colleagues and friends?

P: (Confused, shocked, caught) Excuse me, Mrs. MacGregor?

M: (Slams down paper) Penny Peasley, don't try my patience! That's the reason you signed up for my seminar, isn't it?

P: (Protesting, scared) No!

M: You thought you would come in, do a little bit of work and skate away with a recommendation to wherever you were thinking about going. (Sits back a bit and calms down) That's why you've been trying to weasel your way into a better grade on each assignment. Yes?

P: (Long pause. Dejected) I just wanted to ask how I could do better.

M: (Calmer, taking a deep breath) I've been quite clear in my instructions and I don't see a need for further clarification, especially when my advice isn't taken. (Sighs resignedly) But you don't want to follow my instructions, do you, Penny Peasley?

P: (Searching, ashamed, squirming) Well...I, Mrs. MacGregor...

M: (Clasping her hands together resignedly) In fact, Penny Peasley, you don't know what you want, do you?

P: (Looking at Mrs. MacGregor's body longingly) I want to do better...

M: Well, it seems we have two problems to address together if we're going to get anywhere. The first problem is finding out exactly what you want out of life and the second is this lazy, spoiled, self-entitled attitude you seem to have developed over the years. The former, we'll have to work on slowly over time. However, the latter can only be corrected through punishment. And that we need to do immediately.

P: (Defeated, in a small voice) Punishment?

M: I'm afraid so, Penny Peasley. There's no other way around it. (Leans back slightly and recrosses her legs. Penny squirms once again) Now, I want you to go over to the bookshelf by the window and pick out the third book from the left on the second shelf.

"Yes, Mrs. MacGregor," I said in a low, dead tone. I felt dazed, defeated, like I was in a trance as I got up from the floor and walked across the room towards the large bookshelf. I just thought I needed some touching up on my paper, but maybe I had some real problems that I hadn't realized before. Was she going to make me read something? Copy down some pages from one of the books? Do a report? It occurred to me that I had never actually been punished before, not by a teacher. I had no idea what to expect. All of the books looked old. They were leather bound hardbacks, all large, ranging in color from dark red to a dusty looking beige. It was an imposing sight. Four long shelves of the biggest, densest looking books ever, like in the reference section of the library. My mind was swimming and I couldn't get a hold of myself. I felt like I was behind the curve. Mrs. MacGregor had been asking questions so fast, I didn't know the answers, how to word them. Then there was that dress. I could see her smooth, ivory skin through the fabric. My eyes kept coming back to her curvy thighs and smooth, athletic calves. I could see her full, round breasts underneath the dress, her pink nipples. Were they as hard as mine?

"Not that one!" Mrs. MacGregor snapped from behind me, waking me from my trance and stopping me from reaching for what I thought was the right book. "Third from the bottom, Penny Peasley, and stop wasting time. Hurry up!" I jumped at her voice and quickly moved my hand up one shelf and pried a brown leather book out of the shelf. The cover read "A Guide to Shakespearian Sonnets," which filled me with panic. I wasn't as keen on Shakespeare as I was on other subjects and things were not looking up.

"Now, I want you to take the book over to the dining room table between the two place settings in front of you and open to page 33." Mrs. MacGregor ordered from the couch. Her voice was calmer now, but still sharp. I made my way over to the dining room table uneasily, trying to avert my gaze from her magnificent body and piercing eyes. I turned to page 33. Sonnet #10. "Now listen very closely Penny Peasley because I'm only going to say this once. Are you listening, Penny Peasley?"

"Yes, Mrs. MacGregor," I replied nervously. I didn't even want to turn around to look at her. My mind was ringing with something like fear, but not a fear of being harmed. I just didn't know what to do next. I didn't know what was coming next. I was lost.

She continued sternly. "I want you to place your hands flat on either side of the book and bend over so that your arms are stiff and your back is arched. Then I want you to read page 33 and page 33 ONLY. Out loud, like you mean it, Penny Peasley. Do you understand?

The firmness in her voice alerted me to the seriousness of all of this. I made sure to catch every word. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor," I did just as I was told, putting my hands flat on her walnut table, on either side of the white doilies that served as placemats for the two beautiful dinner settings.

"Arms straight, Penny Peasley!" Her voice came as a shock and I was caught off-guard yet again. "Lock them into place." I thought they were straight. My back was arched and my ass felt like it was hanging out. I felt completely exposed and naked, especially in those short white cutoffs. Despite all of this, or maybe because of it, my body was excited and my pussy was aching. I wondered if she could see how wet I was under the cutoffs.

"You may begin," I heard her command from the couch. I started the sonnet. "For shame! Deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident..."

"Like you mean it, Penny Peasley," My teacher demanded. Her voice wasn't so loud as it was just strong. "louder, clearer." I did the best I could, but the language was so unfamiliar. I just didn't want to disappoint her. I was tired of disappointing her. I had never disappointed anyone and I hated it. I tried to control my breathing, but my heart was beating in my ear like it was going to explode from my chest. My nipples were hard and I could feel the tension in them under the tank top.

I read the rest of the sonnet as loud and clear as I could, slowing down a bit as I finished. As soon as I did, I heard her voice cut the silence once more. "Again." This time, her voice was much calmer, but deeper and still firmer. I read the sonnet over again, my whole body trembling at the thought of her harsh rebuke. But each rebuke made my pussy tingle and sent electricity up my spine. I read it again, and again, and again. Each time, it was clearer to me, the sentences, and thoughts behind them. Then I heard Mrs. MacGregor's voice, "That's it Penny Peasley, memorize and regurgitate. Just like a bratty little 7th grader so that you can get an 'A' and make EVERYONE happy." Her voice was closer now, sarcastic and grim. I could tell she was standing. I could feel her walking towards me, her presence like a heavy weight, a dark cloud.

Finally, she reached the table. "Again," she whispered, her pelvis brushing up against my ass. I could feel the soft cotton fabric of her dress, the leather of the belt around her waist. Then she was leaning over me, her breath hot on my neck like an steam press. Her voice was lower, heavier, huskier, and strangely even more commanding now. I was so freaked out, so twisted around, that I just kept reading, trying to avoid, trying not to avoid. I couldn't figure anything out.

I didn't realize that she was unbuttoning my shorts until I felt the button loosen from around my waist. Mrs. MacGregor's hands were at my waist, pulling the cutoffs down my legs and leaving them in a pool around my feet. Now I felt really exposed. I felt small, powerless, stupid, and afraid. I just kept reading, it was the only thing I had to hold on to.

"That's right, Penny Peasley, going." Said Mrs. MacGregor cruelly. She sounded mad, but at the same time, she seemed to enjoy it. "If you're just going to be a little memory machine for the rest of your life, you'd might as well be the best at it." Her voice oozed acid, burning through me, filling me with something dangerous. It felt like finality, death. 

"Now, for being such a spoiled lazy brat, you've earned yourself a spanking, Penny Peasley." Mrs. MacGregor informed me from her place behind my ass, moving back to a standing position. "I bet no one's ever punished you for that self-entitled attitude of yours, what a pity." I could hear her circling me, there was some commotion, but I couldn't make it out. A spanking? I couldn't believe this was happening. I just kept reading. Keep reading, keep reading. I told myself. "Now, if you take your punishment like a big girl, we can finally get on with a real lesson, but if you can't possibly stand anymore, I want you to say 'I'm going to be late for dinner,' loud enough so that I can hear you. Is that clear, Penny Peasley?"

I was so afraid to stop reading that I didn't answer immediately. I heard something thwack against the table. "An answer Penny Peasley?" Mrs. MacGregor demanded sharply, grabbing my torso forcefully. My body lurched forward and started to tremble. My teeth were chattering. "Did you hear my instructions yes or no?"

"Yes, Mrs. MacGregor, I understand," I whined nervously. My clit was throbbing now, my nipples were hard as rocks and my body felt like it was full of sparklers. Everything felt so clear and sharp. I could clearly see the shine on the walnut table. The colors on the walls and carpet, the detail on the paintings, they all came into focus like a camera. Brilliant. I couldn't figure anything out anymore, nothing made sense. This punishment, why I was taking it, what it would solve, it was all a mystery to me. But there was nothing more confusing than my body's reaction. The thought, the mere idea of Mrs. MacGregor spanking me was sending me into orbit.

"Excellent." the world floated out of her mouth like a mist and sent shivers down my spine. Slap! The first swat came down on my left cheek and a sharp, quick pain radiated through my body and my pussy was drenched. My breath caught in my throat. Slap! The second slap came down, this time on my right ass cheek and my legs began to quake. She wasn't using her hand, as I thought she might, but something else. It felt like one of those little riding crops whips you saw on show horses sometimes. This one had a flat, square end that left a sharp little stinging packet with every hit. Slap! I gasped and moaned a little bit as I read the last couplet. It hurt, it really did, but -Slap! With every hit Mrs. MacGregor leveled, my heart raced faster and faster and I felt powerful sensations running through my body. Everything felt real, more real than it had ever felt before. Slap! Another hit across both ass cheeks, down near my thighs where my pussy was spasming beyond belief.

Then Mrs. MacGregor's voice, more breathless, wilder, but with almost exquisite poise. "You'd like it to always be this easy wouldn't you? Penny Peasley LOVES to coast, that's why she's so nice to all her teachers." Slap! "That's why she laughs at their jokes and works in the office and tells them how happy she is in school when she could really care less."

Slap! Slap! Slap! Three swats on my right cheek this time, close to my waist. My brain was soupy and the room was spinning. I was reading by memory now-I didn't dare stop-, my eyes were unfocused and my body felt like it might explode at any moment. But my mind clung to her words. As soon as she said them, I felt the sting of recognition and a wave of guilt washed over me. Until then, I hadn't thought of my behavior that way. I thought I was being a good student, was giving everyone what they wanted. I hadn't thought of myself as lazy, a manipulator, someone who looks down on others. But it's as if Mrs. MacGregor reached inside of me, pulled out my soul and showed it to me. Those traits were mine, she had me dead to rights. I felt like I had come home, like she knew me .

She delivered three more swats in totally random places on my ass, two quick and one more trailing far behind those. Each swat resonated through my body to my brain and back to my clit like a wave in a pond. Each ripple made me feel more and more savage, less and less stable. Everything was running together like a CD on fast forward. I suddenly realized something was dripping down my chin. Saliva. I was drooling, my mouth was watering and my breath was so hot. My eyes were heavy with lust. The pages of the book were so white against the dark walnut table, everything was so bright and the room was so still and quiet. I felt like I was floating away.

Finally, I felt Mrs. MacGregor's soothing hands on my battered bottom. "That was excellent, Penny Peasley," she encouraged, her voice was soft, almost a whisper with something like awe. "Turn around." I tentatively stood up and turned to face my teacher. The first thing that leaped out at me were those blue eyes, they were blazing, focusing intently on me, powerful and demanding. She was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved up and down and I took a moment to focus on those tits. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were so full and red, just below my forehead. I could feel her lust, wafting off of her like a fog, and elixir, a dangerous drug. I was intoxicated, an addict at 18. I knew that my nipples were hard, I knew she could see. I wasn't embarrassed. I knew that my own breath was deep and hot and that she knew that as well. I didn't care. I knew that my pussy was dripping, that my thighs were moving back and forth ever so slightly, less than an inch from hers. I knew she knew, but I no longer gave a fuck.

Mrs. MacGregor put her hands on my arms just below the shoulders and held me lightly. "Penny Peasley, tell me what you want ." She said it earnestly, with care, and interest, as if we were in class and we were talking about an assignment or something. It was like she hadn't spent the last 10 minutes behind me with a whip.

I looked at her, not directly in the eyes though. "I want..." I started breathlessly. I couldn't find the words, couldn't produce the sounds. I don't know if it was fear or lack of knowledge or what. I was so frustrated! I lifted my hand and reached for her chest but she slapped my hand away.

"I asked you to tell me!" She said in a terse whisper. "Tell me what you want." I could feel her looking at me expectantly. Her eyes were on me. She was waiting on me.

"I want you to...touch me," I said limply, casting my eyes downward. I was so embarrassed. I felt like I was going to rip apart at any moment. I felt so unpredictable. I felt like hitting her, tackling her, crying into her chest, bursting into flame.

"Is that all you want?" Mrs. MacGregor asked with a hint of slyness in her commanding tone. I looked up to find her looking over my body with a knowing grin on her face. Like a carnivore, I thought. Like a predator. 





Excellent//Afternoon



The thought snapped a chord inside of my brain and I looked into her eyes for the first time. "No, Mrs. MacGregor. I want you to fuck me until I come." Easy Peasley!

"Is that what you want, Penny Peasley?" Mrs. MacGregor asked with a mocking playfulness rising in her commanding tone. "Are you sure?"

I nodded violently. Something was welling up inside of me, but I didn't know what it was. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor."

She continued quickly her tongue a whip. "So you want me to fuck you, to treat you like my little slut?" 

The words were so perfect to me. I couldn't have said it any better myself. I felt a door slam on a part of myself. School seemed like a lifetime ago. Nothing else mattered but this moment. My nostrils were flaring and my eyes were glued to her eyes, her mouth, her neck her breasts. I wanted her. I wanted her. I wanted my fucking teacher. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor, please!" I begged, surprising myself.

She traced her index finger down my cheek and neck to my upper chest and looked at me like a trapped rabbit. I felt shocks down my body everywhere she touched and I needed release. "Will you be an excellent little slut who won't hold anything back or a spoiled, lazy brat who just wants to skate by?" 

I would have killed a gorilla with my bare hands for her. "I'll be an excellent little slut for you, Mrs. MacGregor! I won't hold back, I promise, I'll give you everything that I've got! I will, I will, I swear I will!" I felt wild and unchained now. It was the most powerful that I had ever remember feeling. I had never said anything like that, to anyone, but now, it just seemed natural. How about that?

"Okay," Mrs. MacGregor acquiesced breezily, sliding her slender finger up my neck to my dimpled chin. "but you have to ask nicely." Her blue eyes were languid and her mouth turned into a smug smile. A look of control, a sense of command.

The whole scene was too fiendish to resist and somewhere inside of me, I began to fill with glee as I started to wrap my mind around what she was asking. Everything seemed to be happening before I knew it and now my body was in on the act, fooling my brain into doing its bidding. My eyes instinctively rolled over her eyes and cheeks, that slender elegant neck, down her shoulders to her creamy breasts, all right in front of me. Suddenly, it was the feeling at the pep rally all over again, only a million times more intense. It was all at once alien to me and part of my very soul. The voice that came out of my mouth, that I made my request with was new to me. Simple, searching, and vulnerable. "Would you please fuck me, Mrs. MacGregor, and make me come?"

"Does my excellent little slut need to be fucked very badly?" Mrs. MacGregor asked with mock concern, not missing a beat. She slowly moved her index finger across my chest and I'm sure she could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I nodded hard again. I was aching to feel her, I can't remember ever needing anything else that much. She was teasing me, putting her carrots just out of my reach and I was ready to do anything she asked. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor, very badly. I need you really bad. PLEASE?" I couldn't control myself, what I said, what I felt. I didn't want to anymore. I just wanted to get fucked.

"Show me," replied Mrs. MacGregor as she patted the table. "Up on the table, hurry up. And lose the shirt, Penny Peasley." I hopped up on the table and scooted back a bit and pulled the shirt up over my head in a hell of a hurry.

"More, scoot back more, Penny Peasley," Mrs. MacGregor directed. I pushed my ass back further on the walnut table, past the white place settings and the fine silverware and gold rimmed plates until I was near the middle of the table. "Now open your legs, Penny Peasley and show me how badly you want me to fuck you." Her words were like a cattle prod, sending electricity through me and making me follow her every command. 

I spread my legs slowly I could instantly make out the aroma of my wetness. It was a pungent, strong odor and for a split second, I was embarrassed. But Mrs. MacGregor's eyes were wide with excitement as she honed in on my sex. "Ooh, Penny Peasley's little cunt is so wet. You can't wait to be fucked.by you're teacher, can you? I can feel how excited you are." She guided her hands lightly along my thighs until she reached my mound. Then she slowly moved her index finger through my pubic hair to my throbbing clit which protruded from its perch like a baby bird. As soon as she made contact, I drew in a sharp breath and my body started to undulate a little on its own, wanting more, needing more. She continued to trace a line from my clit to my waiting hole and then slowly began to circle with her fingernail. Every movement brought me closer and closer to the edge. My cells and molecules were exploding in my ears with the desire for release. But Mrs. MacGregor took her time making smaller and smaller circles with her finger while her eyes zeroed in on my pussy like a laser.

"Please Mrs. MacGregor," I cried limply. I could feel the tears welling up in my ears. I wanted to feel her finger plunge into me, to feel her take me like she wanted.

"Be patient, Penny Peasley," she replied, not missing a beat with her finger. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready." She was stern, but not upset. In fact, her tone was wistful and a bit softer as she fixed on her prey. My pussy was already hers, there was no reason for ferociousness. She brought her finger to her mouth and slowly sucked it, her eyes fixed on mine, her grin even more evil. The sight made me lightheaded. "Mmm, what a yummy pussy my brand new slut has. I want more." And with that, she leaned forward and I felt her tongue slide fat against my slit. 

I groaned with a relief I had never known as the sensations from her tongue flooded my body. My arms went to jelly and I fell back on the table. "Sit up Penny Peasley!" Mrs. MacGregor said lifting her tongue temporarily from my pussy. "I want you to see how much you love to get fucked." The word 'fuck' from Mrs. MacGregor was like a whip. It exploded in my ears and made me feel like my bones were made of neon. I struggled back on to my hands, desperately, my breath coming in ragged pulses. I felt like a wild animal.

Her tongue tracked its way up to my clit and curled around it and I whimpered helplessly as I watched Mrs. MacGregor use my pussy at her leisure. "Oh God," I heard myself exclaim. "oh God, oh God, oh God." This must be what it feels like to die, I thought to myself. My pussy pulsed with pleasure as she lapped every inch of me with the slow intensity of an expert tiger. She discovered places that I didn't know existed and brought out sensations in me that I never knew I could have. Her arms slithered up my body slowly, reaching for my breasts. Her hands cupped them and kneaded them like dough. Her fingers started lightly flicking and twisting my nipples and I was lost. She moved her tongue slowly down past my pussy to the space between it and my ass and startled and excited me before making her way back up to my clit in one smooth motion. I felt myself begin to shake and felt Mrs. MacGregor grab my thighs and hold me down. I was panting and moaning, barely able to breathe. She started sucking my clit harder, moving her lips back and forth rhythmically like she was sucking a cock and it was all too much for me. I knew that there was no holding back.

It came on like a tidal wave, a tsunami. Something that's so big that you can feel it before you feel it. My whole body tensed in anticipation. My body had been waiting, begging, praying for this. I lost a moment and then heard myself I screaming and yelling and crying out as the force rack through my body. Mrs. MacGregor's amazing tongue made little circles under my clit as wave after wave of orgasm went through my body. It was like those crash carts you see on TV, the ones with those paddles. Clear! Zap! Clear! Zap! My body felt like a rag doll but I held my place and locked my arms because I wanted to see, I wanted to watch her elegant face, her fingers, her hands. I wanted to watch her make me come and come and come.

It seemed to last forever, time stopped and went backwards as far as I knew. Everything inside of me from my hair down to my toes was filled with light. My ears were ringing, my face was streamed with tears. Nothing in my life had been more intense, more real than what had just happened to me. Nothing. 

The feeling started subside slowly and I felt spent and emptied out. Clean. The room was bright with sun coming through the big bay windows filtered by the light blue curtains. Everything was still and quiet and peaceful. Outside, someone had started mowing their lawn and the dull roar of the motor was strangely comforting. I felt my chest heaving up and down and my eyes were wide with wonder. I expected to start feeling normal again, like after sex with Tommy, but I could still feel Mrs. MacGregor's hands on my thighs, her fingers moving over my cunt, sending little shivers through my body. I looked down to see her beautiful hair sticking to her face and her lips coming together in a satisfied smile. I was enthralled. It did something to me. My skin started to tingle again and the air in my chest started to feel heavy. My eyes narrowed on her body furiously, bent down before me, her waist, her ass in my view. I was on fire again with a lust and yearning that far exceeded whatever I felt before into dust.

Mrs. MacGregor rose to meet me, her face slick with my cum. I could smell myself on her, I could feel the animal in her. I wanted to melt into her, to surrender myself. "Do you want to stop?" Mrs. MacGregor asked in a quiet, but steady voice. Her eyes were heavy and soft, but still focused on me.

I felt myself panic all of the sudden. My whole body went as stiff as a board and my toes curled defensively on the edge of the table. I shook my head violently. "No, no Mrs. MacGregor," I cried, hoping it wasn't all over.

"Are you sure, Penny Peasley? You look very troubled." Her eyes began to sharpen and her voice was less lusty and regained some of its professionalism. "Maybe we should stop."

"Don't stop, please Mrs. MacGregor! I don't want to!" This wasn't coming from me, was it? I didn't know where it came from, I just didn't want to stop. Ever. "I want to taste you. I want to lick your pussy, I want to feel you! Please!" I wanted it so bad that it hurt, it physically hurt, like needles inside my skin. I didn't know what else to say, really.

"Hmm," she mused wearily. "Have you ever licked another woman's cunt before, Penny Peasley? Do you know what it tastes like?"

"No, Mrs. MacGregor, never," I answered, feeling small, so unsophisticated. "but I want to taste yours Mrs. MacGregor. Can I?" 

She continued. "You know, good girls don't normally beg to lick their teachers' cunts. Imagine what people would think if they knew!" Her eyes were filled with glee at the prospect.

I didn't care. "I don't care! I don't I don't!

"Is that true, Penny Peasley?" She asked with mock skepticism. Her eyes never wavering off of me. Her hands on either side of my frame.

"I don't care, Mrs. MacGregor. I don't care if we did it in the teacher's lounge, the gym, the fucking library, I just need to lick your cunt, Mrs. MacGregor! PLEASE!!" When I heard the word 'cunt' escape from my lips, my nostrils flared and I felt like I was breathing fire. I was crying, whining, pleading. I was dying to touch her, to feel that porcelain skin, to taste her. I would have done anything. 

"You do, huh?" Mrs. MacGregor smiled a little as she lifted her index finger to my lips. "Show me." She put her index finger up to my lips. "Lick my finger." I greedily licked my juices off of her index finger, rolling around it desperately with my tongue, licking and sucking with abandon. 

After a few moments of my little show, she stood up, satisfied with my performance. "Excellent," she beamed. "Now," she snapped her fingers and pointed down to the floor. "on your knees in front of me, c'mon." I exploded off of the table and knelt before her.

"Splendid," she said, as authoritative as ever. Mrs. MacGregor stood tall and straight, her hands on her hips and her eyes looking down on me. Then, she stepped out of her black pumps. "Now I want you place my shoes beside you to your left." I quickly did as she said. "Now my belt, Penny Peasley. Undo it, quickly." Her black belt was large and it took a bit of doing to pull it off, but I was determined. All that mattered was getting that belt off of her, getting closer...

I slid the belt off of her and the white dress fell slack and slightly away from Mrs. MacGregor's heavenly body, but I was still able to make out her form underneath. The sunlight was shining through the window behind her, illuminating her in white. I just stopped, staring up silently, my mouth ajar. Between the white dress, the light shining through her golden hair, her commanding stare. Everything was clear now, crystal clear. I mean, I was kneeling at her feet, naked, exposed, ready to do all that she asked. That was the scene There was no other conclusion to come to, was there? 

"Place my belt down beside my shoes," she commanded. My mistress, my goddess commanded, and I complied. I actually felt myself quaking slightly as I let the belt drop to my left, not taking my eyes off of her. Everything in the room was filled with a sort of church-like reverence.

"Excellent, Penny Peasley," she purred. "Now I want you to kiss the top of my left foot and lick your way up my leg, slowly. Do NOT use your hands, only your slutty little mouth. Do you understand my instructions, Penny Peasley?" The way she said my named seemed like a curse, a mantra, a chant. It danced through my brain, invading my soul. 

"Yes, Mrs. MacGregor, I understand," and as I bend down to kiss her foot, I added quietly, "thank you, Mrs. MacGregor," 

"You're welcome, Penny Peasley," her voice was throaty and bold. I leaned forward and touched the top of her arch with my lips tentatively. They were perfect feet, not bony, not fleshy, but athletic and bent at just the right angle. Elegant. I had to swallow to remember to keep breathing. I lightly kissed my way up her ankle and then slowly opened my mouth to taste her soft, ivory skin on my tongue for the first time as I slowly made my way up her calf. Her skin tasted fresh and clean, like vegetables do when they've just come from the market. Cucumbers maybe, or celery. It was so soft and pliable, like satin, which surprised me given her personality. So different. I tried to keep my hands where they were. Stay! I tried to tell them with my brain as my mouth busied itself with Mrs. MacGregor's luscious body. But they cried out to be reunited with Mrs. MacGregor's legs.

I distracted myself by getting lost in my task. I circled around the back of her leg and again to the front, using my tongue to trace wet little lines across her skin and my lips to lightly hold her skin in my mouth for every so often. I could feel my pussy spasming and my breathing becoming heavier and slower as I continued. The more of her I got, the more I wanted and my urges started to get violent again, pounding again and again in my brain and making every nerve ending stand on end. 

I passed her knee and she lifted her dress further up to let me continue with one hand and with her other, she brushed my hair softly and ran her hand down my back. "That's excellent, Penny Peasley. What an eager little slut you are."

I became even more eager when my tongue approached her inner thigh. I tasted something tangy on my tongue as I closed in on her crotch and then with a start, I realized. It was her. Her juices must have dripped down from her pussy and stained her skin in all of the excitement! This is for me, I thought. I felt so special. The taste grew stronger and stronger as I made my way to the top of her thigh, and it was my pussy that was dripping. Those were my nipples that were as hard as rocks. The combination of the smell and the taste of her pussy, sharp and light like champagne, made me feel savage all over again, just like after the spanking. My tongue started darting back and forth on its own and I started to kiss her harder, slightly biting the flesh with my teeth taking more and more of her skin into my mouth as I traveled higher, wanting to taste more and more of my teacher. Mrs. MacGregor started breathing more heavily and raggedly and her hand stopped brushing my hair and her fingers gripped vigorously. I could hear soft moans escaping her body, building steadily as I continued on my trail.

Before I knew it, my hand was glued her round ass, grasping desperately, my nails digging in! I tried to take it off as soon as I realized, but she noticed. "No hands Penny Peasley!" Mrs. MacGregor admonished sharply. I thought she might make me stop, but instead, she just said, "Now the right side. You need to learn patience, Penny Peasley." I made my way up the other leg as I had done before, this time more hungrily. Whatever it was inside of me was desperate to experience the full taste of her on my tongue, on my lips. I wanted to taste her cum on my lips and mouth, I wanted to hear her moan more deeply, more uncontrollably. I wanted her to be pleased with me. Once again, the taste of her juices met my tongue and lips as they reached her inner thigh. I slowly licked my way up, past her waiting pussy, which looked amazing. She was as completely shaved as I was and it took everything in my not to look, not to break with her instructions and dive into her gloriously shaved pussy and lick until my tongue fell off. Finally, slowly, I made my way up to the top of her thigh and I felt her shuddering and moaning above me, her legs tensing at my touch. I was drooling, my pussy was on fire, and my whole body felt ready to burst . She swallowed hard as she grabbed my hair and guided me up to look at her. She wasn't rough or cruel about it, just insistent. 

"Splendid, Penny Peasley, but I think we need to give you a little more work." she said, slowly backing away towards the couch. My heart sank and alarm bells went off in my head! I actually heard myself whimpering, not words really, just sounds. A lonely howl. She slid onto the couch in that white dress, her body arranged in a reclining position on the left arm. "Come here, Penny Peasley.," she beaconed to me with the finger that she traced my pussy with just a few minutes before. I started to get up, but then she wagged her finger and made that tsking sound. "On your knees, Penny Peasley, come to me on your knees." And I did. I crawled like a baby. I needed her, needed to feel her so bad that I did it with no shame. I crawled on my hands and kneews over to her and settled between those luscious legs, one stretched out before me on the couch, the other planted on the floor next to me. I looked into her steely eyes and they stared back with a look of haughty superiority.

"Excellent," Mrs. MacGregor said in that sparkly tone of hers. She used her fingers to trace along my right nipple, making me melt, making me moan and come apart right in front of her. She presented her hand to me with a bemused look on her face. "Show me, suck on my fingers, show me how much you want me," I groaned with a mixture of frustration and lust as I grabbed her hand and took each of her slender fingers into my mouth, bending my tongue around each digit and bathing them in saliva, like one of those suckers I had when I was a kid. I couldn't remember feeling so free. I forgot all about the paper, forgot about my worries about class and school. I licked and sucked every bit of her hand, licking my way past the palm and down to her slender wrist and back up to her fingernails, making sure to use all of my tongue. Then she took that hand away from my hungry mouth and presented the next and I dove on it like dinner, licking sucking, nibbling. My pussy was throbbing, aching, screaming bloody murder to be touched. I was so wet that I was sure that there was a puddle on the floor. Who cared? Nothing mattered but this. 




Excellent//Afternoon



All the while, I eyed those large, full tits, finally free from the restraining fabric and jiggling slightly as she moved on the couch. She must have seen me because she said, "Are you distracted by something, Penny Peasley?" Mrs. MacGregor cocked her head and pushed out her chest slightly, displaying what she knew I wanted.

"Yes, Mrs. MacGregor," I answered, still feeling a little shy about the words. "Y-your breasts, Mrs. MacGregor. Can I, can I touch them?"

Mrs. MacGregor beaconed again and I followed her finger closer to her chest. "The left one first and then the right one." 

I slowly moved my hands up to her left breast, like it was a precious stone. My hands were shaking with a mixture of lust and fear. I wanted them so bad, but I wanted to do it right. I wanted to please her so badly. I had never touched another woman's chest before, not in a sexual way, not wanting it, craving it like I did now. Not with every muscle in me tensing with anticipation, ready to strike. I could see that her nipples were hard underneath the fabric I was so turned on that by the time I took that soft, succulent globe into my hand, I was feeling woozy and sweating a little. "Do you want to suck them?" Mrs. MacGregor's voice was sharp and took me out of my revelry. I was too stunned to move. Part of me was transfixed on her tits while the other part tried hard to make out words. Everything was in slow-motion.

"Penny Peasley!" She snapped as she lifted my chin with her finger and glared at me. "I asked you a question. Do you want to put my breasts in your mouth? Yes or no?"

I nodded furiously. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor. Please." I had stared at them longingly so many times. The electricity in my body was on overdrive. 

"Then I want you to pull the straps of my dress down to my shoulders. Slowly. Correctly, Penny Peasley. Start with this one." She pointed to her left shoulder. I tugged at the white strap over her left shoulder, scared that I was doing it wrong, but wanting so much to do it. It came off of her shoulder surprisingly easy and I pulled it down to her arm. After she didn't chastise me, I gained enough confidence to repeat the motion with the other shoulder. As soon as I did, those beautiful tits came bounding out of her sundress. They looked like something you'd see in a movie. Not fat or sloppy, no blemishes to speak of. Most people are underwhelming naked. Mrs. MacGregor was not one of them. I couldn't take it much longer. I was panting like a dog and I could feel my pussy pulsating under me. 

"Wonderful," she said with a satisfied smile. "Now show me." All of the sudden, I went crazy, my brain snapped again and I leaned forward suddenly and took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked on it like a baby. Mrs. MacGregor gasped with surprised and then groaned loudly which drove me on as I licked it and curled my tongue around the erect flesh. "Yes!" she exclaimed grasping my hair with both hands. "Such an outstanding little mouth, suck on my nipples!" I gave it on last hard suck, moaning into her tit before moving onto its twin on the right. My entire being was my tongue, my senses were all in my taste buds and my lips. I moaned and licked and groaned as my tongue, lips and teeth played with her nipple, the soft flesh of what I had desired forever. My teacher continued to moan contentedly, her breath getting harder, shorter, her body bucking underneath me, her fists full of my hair. "Fuck, fu-" she gasped again. My own breath was ragged and I just wanted more and more of her. I would have crawled through dirt for more. I was shaking, my pussy was dripping hot lava, the room was spinning. I couldn't catch my breath. 

In the middle of it all, she lifted my head from her chest, my eyes, stinging and blurry from my tears of want, pure want, meeting hers, intense with lust. "Now," was all she said, all she had to say. I moaned feverishly as I dived between her legs and tasted her sweetness for the first time. It was so delicious, so sweet. I was further away from myself than I ever was. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I just knew I wanted to taste Mrs. MacGregor's pussy. I wanted to be her excellent little slut. More than anything. My tongue and lips did all kinds of tricks that I never taught them. I kissed her outer lips with just a little pressure and lifted my flattened tongue slowly up and down her slit. I pointed my tongue into her hole like she had done for me and tongue-fucked the upper rim of it. I twisted my tongue around and around her clit, sucking it in and out before plunging back to her hole once more. Every once in awhile, she would moan and say "Such a wonderful little student," or "That's it, Penny Peasley, lick my cunt like you mean it," I was in heaven. I just wanted her hear her again. I waned her taste her tangy juices and hear her praise. Forever. I explored every part of her hot, wet mound with my tongue like it was a new toy. The feeling was amazing. I'd never felt anything so perfect, so true. My body was like a cum machine and with every lick, my pussy pulsed, like her juices themselves were bringing me closer. Then, I could feel it coming on again inside of me, just as she started to tense up, her pussy spilling forth and I could feel her coming.

She was shaking then she stiffened and she groaned furiously. "God fuck! Make me come you dirty fucking girl!" It sounded so far away because the waves of my orgasm were roaring through me, all the way to my core and now I was shaking and moaning and groaning and SHREAKING! And I never did touch myself. My orgasm mixed with Mrs. MacGregor's and for a moment, all I heard were her groans and my moans together like a chorus. Everything disappeared and all that was left was a wall of sound.

My head was full of fireworks still when she guided my head up again. Again her eyes burrowing into my like a torch, a serene smile across her lips and she said, "Excellent work, Penny Peasley." Like I had turned in a perfect paper. Like I had turned in a master's thesis. Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! From anyone else the word meant nothing, but when she said it, it reverberated to the back of my skull and down to my nipples, my stomach, my pussy, all the way down to my bare feet. I felt so powerful and powerless with desire all at once Then she brought my face closer and her lips met mine and I opened them and eagerly accepted her tongue into my mouth and gave her mine. We shared a long, slow, kiss. Our lips moving gently across each other as our tongues danced. I had never kissed anyone this way, had never been kisses this way. I wasn't thinking about how I looked or what it meant, what the ramifications might be. It was intimacy, something so private and delicate, something I was feeling now, for the first time in my entire existence. You never know what it is until you find it.

"Is Penny Peasley all turned on again?" Mrs. MacGregor asked as she broke our lip lock and held my face in her hands. She was dead on. My body was like a blast furnace, a coiled spring, I felt all of this pressure inside and all of my senses were alive. I stared at her slender neck, her shoulders, her tits. God, I wanted them. I wanted her. The orgasm didn't satisfy me, just enraged the aching that was already there. For a split second, I got chills. It seemed like I had always felt this way, would always feel this way. All I could think was MORE!! It was a desire that wouldn't die. I couldn't think straight. Could barely put a sentence together. What the fuck did she do to me? 

I nodded feverishly with a whimper, half out of it. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor! God yes! Will you please fuck me again? Please?"

She regarded me, contemplatively, sizing me up with a cruel amusement, like she was searching for options. "You want more?" She asked with mock surprise, her eyes giving away her malevolence. I was angry that she was making light of this, but more than that, I need to be fucked. 

I nodded again with fervor, like a 6-year old at Christmas. "Please, please, Mrs. MacGregor." I needed to feel her make me come, feel her using me with her fingers, her tongue, her lips. Her fist filling my hungry hole. Whatever. Just as long as it was her. For the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted. Just like that.

"Then prove it," she replied with cool command. "Go sit in that chair across the room." I scrambled to my feet and couldn't get to that plush cream chair fast enough. I turned around to see her standing in front of me, discarding the dress, naked, fully naked, freaking naked. Naked splendor, walking towards me on the couch. I remember that at that moment, she seemed so powerful from my vantage point, sprawled out on the chair. The look in her eyes, more than lust, more than predation,. If you could have, if anyone could have seen that look, Churchill, Moses, Martin Luther King, they all would have bent to her will. They all would have done what I did.

"Spread your legs and let me see how much you want me to fuck you. Convince me, Penny Peasley." Mrs. MacGregor commanded as she placed her hands on her hips expectantly. And I was so horny that I did. I just wanted her hands on me so bad. I guess I got a little too excited because before I knew it, my fingers were at my clit, rubbing in unconscious little circles and making me moan softly. "That's it, Penny Peasley. You are such a horny little student, aren't you? Rub your pretty pussy Penny Peasley. Come for me, come pretty for Mrs. MacGregor." I rubbed my fingers more furiously around my clit while sticking my middle finger into my pussy, fucking myself in front of my teacher, in front of my favorite teacher. Her blue eyes stared down at me clinically like I was taking a test. That turned me on to no end and I was lost in lust again. I had never masturbated in front of anyone and was so scared of being caught, so embarrassed that I didn't even do it in my room unless everyone else in my house was gone. I only did it when I really had to. But being here, in front of Mrs. MacGregor, naked on that chair in her finely appointed house, embarrassment never occurred to me. 

My pussy was raw, I was exhausted, but my body still begged and pleaded for more. I could feel her eyes on me as I got myself off on her chair. Even when my eyes were rolling back in my head and my back was arched, I could feel her there, like the warmth of the sun. It was so sexy, such an insanely morbid scene, to have her inspecting me as my fingers brought me closer and closer to climaxing all over her fucking cream colored chair. Finally, my orgasm exploded and I felt so high, insulated from everything around me, everything outside of me. Parents. School. Tommy. Everything was light-years away. 

That was until I felt her hand warm and delicate on my knee. "Excellent once again, Penny Peasley." She whispered approvingly. "Why don't I help you out with this next part." She ran her hand from my knee slowly approaching my inner thigh. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I couldn't form a thought at the time, nothing coherent. I do remember that feeling, I felt defeated and conquered. Complete surrender to something totally unknown. 

All I could do is watch as her fingers started to lightly circle my pussy. "Ughn," I groaned as her fingers took me out of myself. I shuddered and bucked like a horse, I was spastic, on automatic pilot. I probably looked stupid, but I just wanted to keep feeling those fingers, roaming over my pussy and finally plunging into me, ramming me with authority. All the while she used her thumb to rub my still hard clit. I groaned as her other hand moved up my body and massaged my tits and pinched my nipples. I was in sensory overload. All the while she was saying "Is this how Penny Peasley likes it? Is this how she needs to get fucked?" and "You like being a dirty slut don't you, Penny Peasley? I know you do! What an amazing slut you are, you should be so proud!"

With every word, my body became more electric, more uncontrollable, I tried to answer back. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor! I need to be fucked like that!" Because I did, I truly did need to be fucked like this. But no words would come out, only breathless grunts. My mind couldn't form the words I needed. I was sweaty and sticky, the scent of my perfume mixed powerfully with the odor of our sex. As the orgasms came on, shooting through me again and again, I thrust forward and clung to Mrs. MacGregor's shoulder, my nails digging into the flesh, my eyes closed shut, a shriek escaping my mouth that was so loud, I couldn't believe I was making it. I felt like I was four years old again and it was my first time on the tilt-a-whirl; everything moving so fast, so out of control and all I could do is hang on to the handlebars and try to feel something bigger than me, out of my range.

And when it was over and the room stopped spinning and my breath came back and I could focus on Mrs. MacGregor's pale shoulder, I heard Mrs. MacGregor say softly in my ear, "You aren't done coming until I say you are." With those words, her lips descended onto my right nipple, sucking it in hard as her fingers charged my ravaged pussy over and over and over and over. Everything went hazy. My heart was beating so loud in my ears, through my body, like the bass music at this club that Heather's sister talked us all into going to once. Crowded with people, bodies everywhere and the bass thumped all around me, inside of me, my arms, my legs, my chest, my stomach. Relentlessly. Endlessly. I felt like I was going to come apart. There was this skuzzy guy hitting on me and we fought our way through the crowd, to get away from him the lights, the tables, and chairs. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Until we were outside, the bass music, the people were far away and we could breathe. The wind was blowing through my hair and I remembered the relief...

I knew before I opened my eyes that I was laying on Mrs. MacGregor's lap on the floor. I could feel the soft flesh of her legs against my face. I could smell her delicious pussy, filling my senses with libidinous glee. Her fingers were brushing the hair around my ear slowly, softly. I could feel her breath on the back of my head. I wanted her, still. Badly. Madly. But the desire was still far enough away for the moment for me to just lay there and breathe, to focus for 10 goddamned seconds.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the walnut dining room table, On it lay the book, still open, that had started all of this. Jesus, it seemed like a lifetime ago. I couldn't remember what I was thinking before then, all I could remember was her standing behind me with that riding crop and how out of control I felt, but totally controlled at the same time. Everything felt so perfect, so peaceful, beyond peaceful really. I let my mind play with the fantasy that I might stay here forever. They could give me her daughter's old room and I could just stay here naked all day and wait for Mrs. MacGregor to come home and make me come. Ha ha! Dinner's with the family! Introductions all around! Hello everyone, this is my husband, my son, and here's my live-in slut, Penny Peasley. Too funny.

However, just thinking about the prospect made me want it more and that was the end of my inner peace. Suddenly, my pussy started to twitch and my torso tightened up and I felt like I was on fire again. I could feel my mouth watering and it quickly got to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore. This must be what nymphomaniacs feel like, I remember thinking. "Mrs. MacGregor, I want to taste you again. May I please?" I asked genuinely. It might have sounded silly a few hours ago, but like everything else that had gone on that afternoon, it felt just right, like an old coat.

Mrs. MacGregor chuckled slightly, incredulously from behind me while still brushing my hair. "Well, it looks like we've found one thing that Penny Peasley really wants, haven't we?"

A smile spread across my face as I began kissing my teacher's thigh. "Yes, Mrs. MacGregor, I want more and more and more." I had never felt so lustful, so magical, so HAPPY in my entire life. Would it sound crazy if I told you I was having more fun than I had ever remember having?

"Okay," said Mrs. MacGregor calmly. I felt her move a little bit behind me. "you may indulge," I lifted my head- it felt like it weighed a ton- and followed my nose, my tongue, my lips to Mrs. MacGregor's still moist cunt. I started to kiss and lick the inner lips and make my way up the hips, feeling my body bend to her, the lust in my body about to take over again when she said, "By the way, Mr. MacGregor called while you were asleep and told me that he and Auggie were done with football practice. They're on their way to get a pizza for dinner before coming home. They should be here in about," she looked at her cellphone which was beside her on the arm of the chair. "15 minutes, I would think."

My heart leaped into my mouth and my mind spasmed back into reality. "What?"

"When they come home, we're gong to be getting ready for dinner and I'm afraid out time will be up for this afternoon, Penny Peasley." Mrs. MacGregor continued calmly. "You should probably be getting home yourself, it's getting pretty late." 

Until she said that, I hadn't noticed how dark it was in the house. I hadn't noticed that the sun was almost behind the houses. Shit! How long was I out?

"I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but it seems that given our predicament, and your current position, you have some choices to make." Mrs. MacGregor didn't seem at all affected by our 'predicament.' I could almost imagine husband and son coming through the door with a pizza box to find me licking Mrs. MacGregor's pussy, both of us naked as jaybirds. I could imagine her looking into their shocked faces and saying. "Oh, it looks like we'll be having a guest for dinner." Sounds surreal, but Mrs. MacGregor seemed capable of anything. Hell, maybe her husband and son were into it. Anything's possible, I thought.

My heart start beating faster, not with lust, but with panic and embarrassment. I was frozen. I could have gotten up right then and there, that was the choice that she was speaking of. It's what I should have done, really. But I had already lapped at her pussy, had already taken in the drug and my senses were clouded, controlled by an animal lust that was grew stronger by the second. Tick. Tick. Tick! I heard those seconds in my head.

Without another word, I dove in, sucking on her clit like a tiny cock, just as she had done to me. Mrs. MacGregor gasped with a mixture of surprise and pleasure and then started to moan as I ran my lips over her swollen and beautiful clit, using my tongue to lap up her juices, which had started to trickle immediately. Her smell filled my nostrils and seeped into my head, urging me, driving me to make her come. Everything was fuzzy again, my body felt so light as I licked and sucked, trying to lap up everything she had. It was so fucking wonderful. She grabbed my hair violently. "Oh yes! Fuck yes1 Suck it, suck my clit hard!" I didn't need any encouragement. I was almost lost in it all when all of the sudden, I heard "14 minutes!" In her husky, breathless voice. The present came flashing back and I hated her for having reminded me of the time, of the future awaiting me in a quarter of and hour. I redoubled my efforts, partly because I was so turned on I couldn't see straight and partly to shut her up But it was to no avail. "13 minutes!" Her sumptuous body started rocking and shaking. She gasped for air and started to groan. Then I felt her fingers slide towards my nipples and then I was the one groaning, the sound reverberating off of her wet pussy. No fair! I thought as I continued at her pussy, lapping like there was no tomorrow. I could feel her starting to shake harder and harder, her breath coming in faster and more ragged. She gave my nipples a quick, hard pinch and I bucked as a bolt of electricity shot through my body. "12 min...oh, oh, oh FUCK!" She spasmed as her orgasm racked her and I busied myself licking up the cum trickling from her pussy. Before I knew it, Mrs. MacGregor plunged a couple of fingers into my pussy and I was quickly following along with her. I was moaning, my back arching up under the pressure of my orgasm as my legs wrapped around her amazing hand, wanting to pull her in further. Wanting to feel like this forever.




Excellent//Afternoon



"Oh, God, Oh God, Mrs. MacGregor-" was all I could get out before my brain snapped again and I was lost, my body moving on its own. I licked her pussy faster and faster, my tongue a blur as I added a couple of my fingers to her pussy. Mrs. MacGregor ground down on them as we fucked each other with abandon against the clock, a perfect circle of writhing bodies. My body was hot, everything was going so fast. Then we were both coming, our moans and groans melting into each other.

I was just coming down to earth as I turned my eyes helplessly up to her. My teacher, my hero, my mistress, the object of my infatuation. She was breathing heavily, her beautiful breasts heaving up and down. She turned her head and focused on her cellphone, then looked down at me with such an honest look of pride that I almost cried. That look made me feel more sparkly than any of the orgasm I had experienced that afternoon. "Excellent work, Penny Peasley. Fucking spectacular." I beamed with pride and was so happy I could fly. Then she exhaled contentedly, looked down at me and said, "6 minutes, Penny Peasley," as calmly as if she had commented on the weather.

Panic! I scrambled from between her legs and ran across the dining room to the foot of the stairs. "Make sure you put those clothes back exactly where you found them, Penny Peasley." I heard her call. Realizing I didn't have the cutoffs or the tank top, I ran back, making sure to catching sight of her heavenly body, snatched up the clothes and was upstairs in a flash. I hung up the shirt okay, but the cutoffs wouldn't stay on the clip, I had to do it three times! Where were my panties? "Five minutes!" I heard Mrs. MacGregor call from downstairs. I was strapping on my bra and trying to find my shoes. Crap! It slipped. I felt so clumsy and awkward. Get it together, Penny! "Four minutes, Penny Peasley!" I was struggling with my pants and my shirt now. Where the hell were my shoes? I scanned the room, but couldn't find them anywhere. "Three minutes!" Her voice was more solid and professional now, less lusty. Then , through the window, I saw the lights of a Volvo turn into the driveway and heard the garage open with a loud rattle! Fuck! I found my shoes, finally, near the door where I had left them and saw myself in the mirror. Frightful. I could almost see the sex dripping off of me, I felt like such a whore. Actually, it was kind of exciting. "Two minutes, maybe, Penny Peasley. Stop goofing off!"

"I'm coming!" I yelled, which I would think was funny later, by the way. I put on my coat and was leaving when...My purse! I ran back towards the closet, grabbed it from the top shelf and sped downstairs like a flash. I was running back into the dining room, I don't know why, when I heard a commotion on the other side of the garage door near the den beside the kitchen. Mrs. MacGregor was standing there where I had left her, now fully dressed and normally composed, as if nothing at all had happened except a discussion of my lousy papers.

"Pizza's here!" rang a deep male voice from the garage doorway. Just then, a young, gangly blond boy in a red and white football jersey ran past us and towards the kitchen. The man who was obviously Mr. MacGregor was somewhat portly, but tall and stout and stood in the doorway. He carried with him a cardboard box smelling of pepperoni. Donato's Pizza. I knew right away.

"Great!" replied Mrs. MacGregor, as she approached the man and kissed him leisurely. All the sudden, I was the misplaced cast person in a run of the mill sitcom. Mr. MacGregor eyed me with an expectant and warm smile and Mrs. MacGregor followed his eyes. "This is my student, Penny Peasley. Penny, this is my husband George and my son Auggie was the bolt of lightning you saw heading toward the kitchen."

"Hi," they said in unison, a typical family having pizza on Saturday night. "Nice to meet you," Mr. MacGregor said, shaking my hand. "I've heard a lot about you. "

"Thanks!" I said, I sounded so stupid, so fucking fake I couldn't stand it, but I smiled anyway. For the first time in my life, I had no script to go from. I was completely naked.

"Alright Auggie, wash up, let's go, and take the pizza box with you." Mrs. MacGregor ordered. He made a beeline to the kitchen immediately without the fuss that my little sister Jamie usually did. "Well, we should probably start getting ready to eat and Penny's got to get going, isn't that right, Penny?" 

"Yep," I might have been a little too chipper. "I'm late for dinner myself, but that pizza smells good! Have a good time, it's been nice meeting you all." I couldn't wait to leave, but I wanted to stay so bad, it hurt. 

I quickly started towards the front door when Mrs. MacGregor's voice stopped me in my tracks. "Penny Peasley," I turned, hoping, praying that she would tell me, order me to stay. She instead pushed my paper into my hand. "You almost forgot this." She put her arm around me and walked me towards the door. I could still smell her come, my come on her and my body started going limp. "Now, I'm going to give you until Monday to redo this paper and turn it back in for full credit. Just remember what we discussed this afternoon and do your best. I think you'll be able to do much better."

She smiled at me and I was so turned on I couldn't see straight. I wanted to kneel at her feet and kiss my way back up her body like before. "Yes, Mrs. Macgregor. I'll try my best." I couldn't stop smiling, I swear I couldn't.

"Excellent, Penny Peasley. I'll see you in class on Monday." she said as we reached the door and I stepped out onto the porch. It was cooler now and I could feel the wind on my hair.

"O-okay, Mrs. MacGregor, thank you. Have a good evening." She looked so beautiful, so composed, so elegant in her dress, just as she had when I arrived that afternoon. Her blond hair hung over her beautiful shoulders and she moved in a way that made my pussy ache. Her blue eyes were serene, confident in her control over me. I, on the other hand was quaking, I felt like I was going to come apart. I felt naked, exposed, dirty, slutty. Somehow, though, all of that was good. True.

"Good evening, Penny Peasley, and take care of yourself." She said impassively as she closed the door and walked calmly into the living room to enjoy her family and corporate Italian food, leaving me out on her front porch along in the eastern Ohio evening. I turned around and looked dumbly at my car, my body still aching for her touch.