3 comments/ 72591 views/ 14 favorites Mary Peters Ch. 01 By: Zeldas slave Mary Peters carefully adjusted her position in her seat and tried not to let anyone else in the classroom become aware of her discomfort. Truth be known, she wasn't particularly uncomfortable. In fact, her only real problem at that precise moment in time, was that she was feeling more than a little horny! As a consequence of her feelings, there was a small damp patch starting to spread across the gusset of her tiny black panties: oh how she longed for the lunchtime bell to ring and bring an end to morning classes. She squeezed her hot, moistening thighs together even tighter... The cause of her current situation was, at that precise moment, less than 20 feet away from her and totally oblivious to her predicament! Her back towards the class, Mrs Brown -- their class lecturer - was writing busily on the blackboard. Mrs. Brown was, in the words of pretty well all of the class, 'a fuckin' horny bitch!' The lads all fantasised over her publicly to each other (and a good few of the girls did too in private if the truth were known). If only she knew, the straight-laced old biddy! (When you're 18 then 45 seems sooo old!) She'd probably have apoplexy! Mary was looking at her now. The tight black slacks Mrs. Brown wore, made it possible to just discern the outline of her panties, which looked so small as to be almost non-existent. And through her thin white silk blouse, Mary could see the outline of Mrs. Brown's slim back and the tight, wide strapped bra as it strove to retain the large firm breasts within. Mary squeezed her thighs together again and longed once more for the bell to ring so that she could slip off to the ladies toilet and, using her long slim fingers, relieve the sexual tension rising rapidly inside her! 'Miss Peters are you listening?' The sharp, harsh crack of the impatient voice brought Mary back to reality with a startled jolt and she became aware that Mrs. Brown had turned from the blackboard and was, in fact, talking to her. Mary coloured a little and after a second or so answered somewhat shakily 'Erm, yes, sorry Miss, er Ma'am, er, Mrs. Brown I mean! ' Mrs. Brown looked at Mary for a few seconds then went on 'Mary, I know you may well think that what we are going over in this morning's lesson is beneath you' A few of the class sniggered 'But if we don't get this subject matter sorted out soon, then it'll be all hell to pay when you take your exams next month! Please, stop day-dreaming girl and try to concentrate!' This final statement caused a few of the other girls in the class to laugh out loud and a couple of the lads whistled. Mrs. Brown swung her gaze sharply from Mary and snapped 'That's enough of that! Get on with your work -- all of you!' Sexy bitch or not, Mrs. Brown commanded the utmost respect and all jeering and laughing died out instantly as if cut off with a knife! Mrs. Brown paused for a few moments, her eyes scanning her charges, daring any of them to so much as breathe. Then she resumed her briefing of the class, once more facing the board and making notes on it with the chalk she held in her left hand. The strident jangle of the bell finally brought the morning classes to a close. Mary and the rest of the class began to collect together their note books and text books as Mrs. Brown finished off her lecture on what she expected of her class over the next few weeks before the exams were due. And, although she usually ruled with a rod of iron, even Mrs. Brown could not fully halt the gradual drift of bodies towards the front of the room and out of the now open classroom door. The youngsters trailed away down the corridor, laughing and shouting to each other, gaming about; each one totally wrapped up in their own little world! Lunchtime -- food, fags and freedom! Mary left the room last and in something of a daze and, not having any close friends in the class she wasn't really missed as she dropped behind them, turned off the main corridor and made her way towards the ladies toilets. Mary slipped unnoticed inside the outer door of the toilet area and, passing through the inner door, quickly found her way to the far cubicle, passing as she did so, all of the others which seemed, to her relief, empty. She opened this last door and gratefully passed inside, sliding the door lock to 'engaged' behind her. Hanging her shoulder bag on the hook on the back of the door and quickly unbuttoning her lightweight Grey cardigan , she quickly hoisted up her short black skirt and, tugging down her thin black cotton panties, she sat down on the toilet with a rush and let the relief of being alone with her thoughts and feelings flood out of her just as the flow of warm golden urine flowed from between her sticky sex-lips. That had been close - but how terrific she now felt! Instead of wiping herself with some toilet tissue as she usually would after urinating, Mary sat there for a while, listening to hear whether anyone else would choose to relieve themselves in this particular toilet block. After a minute or so -- and judging it safe to do so - Mary hoisted her skirt up a little higher and, with the fingers of her left hand -- for she too was left handed - like her sex fantasy Mrs. Brown - she gently parted the delicate soft lips of her moist, swollen Vulva and carefully searched at their top for the hard little nub of her clitoris. She found it easily and, as her cool, dry finger touched the moist nub a feeling like a mild electric shock shot through her body. She closed her eyes and began to rub the protective hood of her sex centre gently back and forth across the highly sensitive shaft of her clitoris and within seconds her fingers were coated with her copious, sticky love juices. She closed her eyes, leaned back gently against the toilet cistern to get more comfortable and began to fantasise about having lesbian sex with Mrs. Brown! For Several Minutes Mary rubbed, twisted and fluttered her fingers over her love button. Sometimes she rubbed them across, sometimes up and down -- sometimes a combination of both movements. Her ears were tuned for the possible arrival of another toilet user whilst the fingers of her right hand gently held her engorged sex-lips apart and every now and then, the fingers of her left, entered the streaming centre of her wet sex, picking up moisture for her clitoris and at the same time doing their best to simulate the entry of something harder; a man's erect cock....... Her trusty throbbing vibrator........ or even -- dare she consider it - Mrs. Brown's slavering tongue! After a couple more minutes, Mary felt the familiar tightening of her abdominal muscles as she began to climb -- more rapidly with every stroke of her now flashing fingers - towards what she knew for sure was going to be an earth shattering orgasm! 'Oh, God!' she exclaimed quietly under her breath 'Oh God, Lucy -- I'm going to come!' Lucy was the first name of Mrs. Brown but no one -- on pain of death -- would dare to call the teacher by that name! But now, as her sex muscles began to contract and the first spasms of orgasm began to overtake her, Mary really didn't give a damn about what was permissible and what wasn't. She was going to come -- and come hard -- and the object of her fantasy danced naked before her closed eyes as if on a giant cinema screen as the final few strokes of her fingers brought the clamouring release of a mind-melting climax! 'Oh God, Lucy!' Mary Cried. 'Oh, my God, Luceeeey! My cunt is spraying its love juice all over your sweet, sexy face! Here, swallow it! Drink it! Lick my cunt lips! Suck my Clit! Please, make me cummmm! Make me! Make meeeeee!........' Mary clenched her muscular thighs together in a vice-like grip and trapped her twitching hand and its long, wet fingers over her clitoris as spasm after spasm of sexual ecstasy flooded through her body and her muscles tensed. Her anal sphincter tensed and released too as finally she came with an involuntary cry and then; finally, gratefully -- marvellously - she was spent! She could feel the blood pounding in her temples. She slumped back against the toilet cistern, gasping! Her cunt spasmed again! She passed out........... Mary didn't know how long she was caught up in the throws and the ecstatic afterglow of her climax or indeed how long she sat there, slumped against the toilet cistern - and normally she wouldn't really have cared -- but now, as she began to come back to earth she thought she heard someone else moving around in the ladies toilet area. She held her breath fearfully and listened for what seemed like an age. Her heart beat sounded loudly in her temples again -- through fear this time - and then, after a few seconds, she heard the sound of the outer door of the toilets quietly closing and she was alone. She let out a long low sigh of relief... She sat there for a while and began to tremble. Who had been in the toilet area with her and what, if anything had they heard? To be continued... Mary Peters Ch. 02 After Mary had finally got her breath back, she carefully and quietly slid back the bolt on the toilet cubicle door and, collecting her thoughts and trying to make her exit as normal as possible -- just in case - she walked boldly out into the washroom area as if nothing had happened. It was deserted! Mary looked carefully around just to make doubly sure she was alone and, deciding that all was well, she crossed to the hand wash-basins and carefully washed her hands and did her best to remove the excess moisture that, even now, was seeping from her well-used and still distended labia. She finished drying her pussy lips -- canting up her short school skirt to help her do so and then, using a fresh paper towel she finished up by drying her hands. 'Phew, that was close!' she said to herself under her breath. 'I really must be more careful next time!' And the prospect of there actually being a 'next time' made her grin. Touching up her hair and doing her best to make sure that she looked as normal as possible, Mary pulled a funny face at her reflection and bobbed her tongue out in a childish kind of way. Putting her head on one side she pouted at her reflected image, blew herself a kiss and then, taking a final deep breath - which could easily have doubled as a sigh - she turned away from the mirror, passed through the inner and outer toilet area doors and out into the corridor. The corridor was deserted, but then she expected it to be, as all the kids would either be at lunch or out in the schoolyard. Mary walked off down the corridor with her head held high and looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. She headed for her locker. She was hungry now and she grinned broadly to herself as she remembered that, waiting in her lunchbox, she had packed one of the biggest bananas she had ever seen!... For Mary, the first two lessons after lunch passed reasonably uneventfully. Although she had three more classes that day, the first was a waste of time in Mary's opinion. It was supposed to be some sort of sociology class. But it normally ended in mild anarchy; as the teacher was quite young and inexperienced and usually struggled to control the class - and so it proved today. The second class was similarly unremarkable and passed boringly slowly -- so much so in fact that one of the boys dropped off to sleep only to turn bright red with embarrassment when he was rudely awakened by a non-too impressed teacher bouncing a piece of chalk off his head. This caused wild eruptions in the classroom, which lasted some time and even Mary -- who usually had little in common with her class mates and tried not to get too involved in their actions - managed a giggle. It was the third class however that got Mary's attention... 'Hello again class.' The familiar voice called out - making Mary's heart miss a beat 'So, we meet again...I've missed you!' Mary couldn't believe this was happening. What was Mrs. Brown doing in the classroom? They should have been having boring old Mr. Smith. Mary's mouth went dry and she felt herself gently and almost involuntarily squeeze her thighs together as she took her seat about half way back along the column of desks. 'Right then class, Mr Smith has had to go home sick...' There were a couple of cheers. Mrs. Brown gave the culprits the evil eye and the cheering stopped at once '...and as I have a couple of free periods this afternoon,' she went on 'I will be looking after you until home-time. Now then, as I have no real idea what you have been doing with Mr. Smith -- and as I KNOW you need to revise heavily in order to get through the coming exam in my subject - we will have a class revision on what we were looking at this morning. Please, get out your exercise and text books and we will begin.' There was a low mumbling around the classroom as the prospect of a double lesson with Mrs. Brown -- their second today no less -- began to sink in to the assembled class but after a few seconds -- and with a few more sharp words -- Mrs. Brown soon brought her charges back under her control... And so the afternoon passed. Mrs. Brown took them through much of what they could expect to face in the coming exams. She recapped much of what they had covered that morning. She sought answers from the pupils whom she deemed most in need of encouragement and passed over those -- like Mary -- whom she knew would be finding this class quite boring and for whom, in her heart of hearts, she knew the exams would be little more than a formality. And then, finally, the harsh clamouring din of the home-time bell echoed throughout the school. For some it was a blessed release, the chance to escape school at last and to get home to the T.V. and the P.C. and the weekend. To others it was just the end of another boring day of seemingly pointless drudgery, made bearable only by the fact that it was Friday and thus they had two full days to chill-out and recover and prepare themselves for Monday's onslaught! But for Mary it was a moment she had, in a way dreaded! For now, she wouldn't see Mrs. Brown for a whole week -- not until their next scheduled morning lesson next Friday, which was a whole 7 days away. True, this extra class with Mrs. Brown had been a most welcome and arousing bonus, but now that it was over she felt thoroughly deflated and not a little sad. She decided that she needed cheering up... Mary closed the cubicle door once more and this time she hurriedly stepped out of her small panties and stuffed them into her school bag, pausing first to sniff briefly and deeply at her own womanly scent which had soaked into the gusset. She hitched up her skirt around her waist and unbuttoned her cardigan and white school blouse. She put both of her hands under the cups of her amply filled brassier and caressed herself through the sheer material as only she knew how. She pushed the restraining cups up and clear of her now heaving, well-formed breasts which, though smooth and firm, lay down against her lower chest. Her slightly upturned nipples were as hard as two bullets! She dropped one hand to her moist pussy and her long slender fingers expertly sought out and found her little pleasure centre, she began to rub herself gently there... Mary had made her way to the toilet as quickly as she could once class had been dismissed. Deciding that the noise she had heard from the outer toilet door that morning was probably caused by a draught, she was now more relaxed. She knew that she had plenty of time to pleasure herself now that school was out -- and especially on a Friday afternoon -- as most of her fellow pupils would either be racing off home to get out of their detested school uniforms or would be dawdling along the streets, talking far too loudly and about nothing in particular as they made their way home. Only a comparative few would still be around and even they would be outside in the playground, yes, she had plenty of time! Her legs began to tremble and she sat down on the toilet seat and leaned back against the cistern like she had at lunchtime... 'Oh Lucy, oh yes, that's it.' Mary murmured under her breath, as she fantasised once more about having wild lesbian sex with Mrs. Brown. 'Oh God yes, lick me there...make me wet, make me cum. Oh Lucy, Oh God yesssss!' It had been some minutes since she had rushed into the toilet area and Mary was now well on her way to a mind blowing climax! She pinched at both of her nipples in turn and sighed with pleasure as she did so. Her other hand continued to rub at her now moist clitoris and she dipped her long index finger deeply into her sex. Doing her best to simulate being penetrated by a thick artificial phallus, she stuffed another finger in to her streaming pussy and then another and then she closed her eyes and the image that swam on the movie screen formed by her eyelids was that of her lover, Mrs Brown, fucking her to distraction from behind with a huge strap-on dildo and crying out herself as she too, received pleasure from making this young woman in front of her come! Suddenly, the cubicle door slammed back against the wall with a resounding crash and Mary's eyes flew open in shock! She screamed, jumped to her feet and tried to cover her semi-naked body whilst her racing senses tried to take in what was happening. 'So! What in the hell are you doing here young lady?' A stern voice cried. Mary, her pulse racing in her temples, a little light headed from standing so quickly, was finding it difficult to focus on the face that peered in at her. But she already knew from the voice who it was in any case. Mrs. Brown! 'Miss Peters, I say again -- what the hell do you think you are doing in here?' The harsh voice went on. Mary didn't know what to say. She looked at Mrs, Brown's face and could tell that the teacher wasn't too pleased. She let her eyes roam quickly all over her fantasy lover's body -- even now taking in the beauty and firmness before her - and still she couldn't formulate any kind of reply. She was rooted to the spot with fear and, strong-willed as she was, Mary felt the first sting of tears beginning to well up in her eyes... 'Miss Peters, I will ask you just once more young lady; what are you up to in here? And who, while we're at it, is 'Lucy?' Mary stared into the teacher's eyes for a few more seconds then the tears burst forth and began to run down her cheeks. She sat down heavily on the toilet seat, buried her head in her hands and began to sob loudly... Mrs. Brown, for all her austerity and professionalism, seeing the effect she had had on this young woman, felt a real pang of sympathy for Mary. A sense almost, that she had betrayed her at a most vulnerable time. That Mrs. Brown had come into the toilet area at all had, in fact, been pure bad luck for Mary. Going around checking that all the pupils had left the building and hadn't set it on fire or anything of that nature, Mrs Brown had been seized by the sudden desire to urinate and had chosen this particular toilet block to relieve herself. Her desire to pee had died stillborn however, as she had become aware of someone -- a young woman obviously -- doubtlessly masturbating in one of the cubicles. And it was at that point that she had briskly crossed the floor of the toilet area and flung open the cubicle doo, which Mary had forgotten to lock earlier in her haste to pleasure herself. Mrs. Brown stood in front of Mary for a little while, her mind in a turmoil - not quite knowing what to do next. The site of the young woman's shoulders heaving up and down as she sobbed her young heart out and the knowledge that she should report this matter to the school's headmaster right away filled her mind with a whirl of conflicting thoughts. If she let this go then surely, she would be betraying her position as the protector of her charges. 'What if' she thought to herself 'Lucy' were a girl from a lower year. Lesbianism wasn't something the school looked favourably upon -- what if this young woman had had lesbian sex -- and under aged sex at that -- in school time and on school grounds with another pupil? On the other hand, the crying girl in front of her had -- on the face of it at least - done little more than use her own time to relieve what must have been a powerful desire in the first place to risk -- as she undeniably had - discovery by anyone entering the toilet block. And maybe 'Lucy' was just a fantasy figure in any case... Suddenly, Mary looked up. Her face was bright red, her cheeks soaked with tears, her hair all ruffled and the little bit of eye makeup that the school permitted the older girls to wear, had run down her wet cheeks in thick streaks. 'I'm sorry Mrs. Brown -- truly I am!' She blurted between sobs. 'Please, don't report me to the Headmaster -- I beg of you! Please, please!...' Mary dropped her head into her hands again and the sobbing began once more, harder this time, as if the poor girls life was about to end -- which, if Mrs. Brown reported this little indiscretion, then academically it well might! Suddenly, Mrs. Brown made her mind up. She reached out her hand and gently placed it upon Mary's heaving shoulder. 'There, there, Mary' She said in the best soothing voice she could manage. 'Please stop your crying. I promise I'll not report this episode -- but you must tell me -- is this 'Lucy' a girl in your year, or perhaps a girl in a lower year? Please, tell me Mary, have you been having sex here -- at the school -- with a fellow pupil? Or is 'Lucy' just a fantasy figure. Someone you've made up?' Whilst she'd been speaking, Mrs. Brown had been gently squeezing Mary's shoulder, trying to console her and calm her down. Trying to get her to open up about why she had felt the need to sit masturbating in the toilets -- especially on her own time, after school - and then suddenly, as if she'd reached a monumental stage in her young life and made a final decision Mary looked up into Mrs. Brown's face once again. 'It's you Mrs. Brown! Its you! YOU'RE Lucy! Oh God help me, please God help me! I'm so sorry Mrs. Brown I just can't help it' Mary cried... 'I love you! I know you will hate me now and I know that you'll report me and I know that they'll throw me out of the school and I know that...' 'Stop!' Cried Mrs. Brown, anger and shock in her voice. She paused for a few moments -- gathering her thoughts. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, calmer. 'Please, please, Mary, stop crying. I shan't report you. Truly I shan't. But please, stop crying -- and lets get you cleaned up so that I can take you home' Mrs. Brown gave Mary's shoulder a last squeeze then moved away in order to give the girl a bit of privacy as she got dressed. Mary put her panties back on and started to tidy her clothes and it was whilst she was blowing her nose loudly into some toilet paper and flushing it away that she suddenly realised what Mrs. Brown had said: 'Lets get you cleaned up so that I can take you home!' Mary walked unsteadily out of the cubicle and found Mrs. Brown waiting for her. 'Come on Mary.' she said surprisingly softly 'Lets get along to my office and we'll tidy up your face and then I'll drop you off at your house. All of the rest of the school will have gone home by now, so no one will see us.' Mary followed Mrs. Brown out into the deserted corridor and the few yards that took them from the lady's toilets to Mrs. Brown's office. Mary wasn't totally sure, but she thought that she detected an extra little wiggle in Mrs. Brown's walk as they made their way down the passageway... To be continued... Mary Peters Ch. 03 The drive to Mary's home would take about 15 minutes normally, but now, with the rush hour traffic, it was quite likely that it was going to take considerably longer. Mary sat in the front passenger seat, next to Mrs. Brown and looked around her at the other cars and at the pedestrians all hurrying to be somewhere else. It had begun to rain quite heavily and Mary felt glad to be inside a nice, warm car. Normally, she would either have gone home by bus or, in the summer months, she would have cycled in to school. In fact, she had hoped to have her own car by now – like many of her classmates – but failing her driving test a few weeks ago had meant that had to go on temporary hold. Getting cleaned up in Mrs. Brown's office had not been the ordeal that Mary had imagined. Mrs. Brown had helped her remove the gummy, streaked eye makeup and had assisted her to disguise the tear tracks and any other marks that shouldn't have been there. Then, with a quick application of her hairbrush, Mary had completed the process and they were ready. No mention had been made of Mary's little indiscretion and Mary was hoping in her heart-of-hearts that it would all blow over. Once she had cleaned herself up, Mary had said that she was alright and that honestly, she could get the bus. But Mrs. Brown told her that as it was virtually on her way, she would drop Mary off before going on to her own home. Now, watching the rain streaming down the windscreen and at the wipers swishing across the screen with a rhythmic slap, slap, slap, slap, Mary was glad that she had relented and accepted the proffered lift. Sitting in the bumper to bumper traffic, edging along at little more than walking pace sometimes, the two women chatted on amiably – almost like old friends in fact - about things in general and indeed, when they got on to the subject of men and boys, Mrs Brown even cracked a joke at which they both laughed uproariously. Mary felt relaxed and happy. She knew she had done wrong and she knew that things would not – could not – ever be exactly the same again, but right now she just felt good being in Mrs. Brown's company. She sighed unconsciously. 'Are you okay, Mary?' asked Mrs. Brown 'I know this traffic is murder, but really, I'm afraid it can't be helped.' she said. 'No.' Said Mary almost dreamily 'Its not the traffic, its just – well – its just that I was thinking....' Her voice trailed off into silence and, when she didn't continue, Mrs Brown said 'What were you thinking, Mary?' 'Would you like to tell me about it?' Mary was only kind of half listening to her teacher. The slow, rhythmic slap, slap, slap of the wipers, coupled with the welcoming warmth inside the car and the subdued background music from the car's radio were making Mary drowsy and she found it all that she could do to concentrate on what Mrs. Brown was saying and upon actually staying awake. She yawned absently. 'Are you tired Mary?' Asked Mrs. Brown 'Why not take a nap if you wish – I'll wake you when we're there. It'll take ages yet with this traffic – there must have been an accident somewhere, to cause a snarl-up like this......' Mrs. Brown depressed the clutch, selected first gear and eased the car forward another ten yards or so, before once more braking gently to a halt, taking the transmission out of gear and applying the handbrake. She looked across at Mary again to see if the girl had heard what she'd said a moment ago about taking a nap and was amused to see that Mary was already asleep, her head turned towards Mrs. Brown and resting on her right shoulder. She was snoring ever so gently. Mrs Brown Smiled.......... 'Damn!' Said Mrs. Brown under her breath so that she wouldn't wake Mary. ' That's all we need – a bloody accident! I knew it!' They had made terribly slow progress for the last few minutes and now it was blatantly obvious why! The traffic policeman up ahead was directing traffic away from what was an obvious accident site - and the direction that they wished to go – and Mrs. Brown knew that the diversion that was now being offered would take then quite a way out of their way and would add about half an hour to their journey. She thought of her options for a few moments; decided she didn't really have any and slumped dejectedly into her seat and began to run through the coming route in her mind – noting every hold up and delay that she just knew they would end up with. She made a decision. When next they stopped in traffic, Mrs. Brown gently shook Mary awake and told her of their predicament and of the traffic diversion. 'So there you have it Mary.' Said Mrs. Brown finally 'Its going to take us ages to get home at this rate. Your folks will be worrying about you – would you like to use my mobile and give them a ring?' Mary rubbed the sleep out of one eye, yawned, stretched her arms over her head as best she could inside the car and this caused her breasts to thrust out boldly against her blouse her nipples being just visible through her clothing. She looked at Mrs. Brown and said 'No, that's okay thanks Mrs. Brown, I've got my own phone with me and anyway, my mom and dad are away this weekend and there's only my big brother and me at home. Matter of fact, he's coming up from Uni. for the weekend – to "look after me" – because my mom is such a worrier. But he won't arrive until about 10 tonight, so there's no panic. But thanks anyway.' Mary's stomach suddenly made a rumbling, gurgling sound and she rubbed it self consciously to try to stop it doing it again and hoped Mrs. Brown hadn't noticed. But the teacher said 'Sounds like you're hungry young lady! How about if we stop off at my house and I can fix you a sandwich or something? This traffic isn't going to ease much for the next hour or so, so we may as well take a break and I'll take you home once this lots gone! How does that sound?' Mary was reluctant at first, feeling a little intimidated by the older woman's worldly wise grasp on just about everything – or so it seemed to Mary – but then her stomach gave another loud growl and the two women looked at each other and both grinned broadly. 'Okay.' said Mary. If you're sure its no bother? I must admit, I am quite hungry.' Mrs brown checked her rear view mirror and indicated a right turn. A few yards further on, she turned off the congested main road and into a much quieter side street. A few more twists and turns and suddenly, they were pulling up in the driveway of a nice detached house. Mrs. Brown turned off the car and both women got out. 'Here we are.' Said Mrs. Brown. She aimed the remote control at the car, pressed a button and locked its doors. Then, selecting another key on the same bunch, she opened her front door, crossed the threshold and, standing to one side once inside, she invited Mary in to her home. They walked along the hallway – Mary following the teacher – and ended up in a large brightly decorated kitchen, which had a breakfast bar in its middle. 'Wow!' said Mary with out meaning to 'You like?' Said Mrs. Brown, obviously pleased that Mary was, by the look of it, somewhat impressed by her large airy kitchen. 'What's not to like?' Said Mary turning around several times to view it all 'Its gorgeous!' Mrs Brown. Smiled and crossed to the fridge. 'Now then, what would you like Mary?' She asked 'I have chicken, a bit of ham or some beef that I can put on a sandwich. Or, if you prefer, I can offer you some salad or we can share a Pizza. Your choice.' Mary though for a moment but the word 'share' had made her feel all warm inside again and she decided to go for the last option. Mrs. Brown took the pizza out of the fridge, removed its packaging and placed it on the work surface. She lit her built in gas oven and, after setting the controls to the required heat, she placed the pizza on the middle shelf and closed the door. 'It'll take about 30 minutes or so to cook. So if you don't mind, I'm just going to get changed into something a little fresher. If you want to freshen up a little Mary, the bathroom's through here.' She said. Indicating to Mary a door, which was ajar and which Mary could see led into a peach coloured, fully tiled bathroom. She thanked the teacher and decided that she would take the chance to have a rinse, and – more importantly – a pee. She passed inside and closed the door. Before Mrs. Brown went to her bedroom to change, she tapped lightly on the bathroom door and said 'Mary, if you fancy a shower, please, help yourself. There's clean towels in the top drawer of the dresser and there should be a clean shower cap in there too.' 'Okay, Mrs. Brown, thanks.' Came the reply. And with that, Mrs. Brown went to get changed. Mary crossed to the toilet and relieved herself. Sitting there after she had finished, her fingers strayed idly down to her womanhood and before she realised what was happening, she had two fingers inside the outer lips of her vulva, stroking idly at her clit. She shook her head to clear it and stopped herself from going the whole way. She reluctantly removed her fingers from her sex and absently licked her own love juice from them. She tore off a few sheets of peach coloured toilet paper and gently dried her moist labia. Then, after flushing the toilet, she crossed to the dressing table and opened the top drawer. She looked inside and selected a nice large fluffy bath-towel. After removing it she closed the drawer and headed for the shower. It was only as she stood there naked, her young firm breasts projecting from her chest, her pubic mound still glistening with the odd drop or two of recently released love-juice and about to step into the shower that she realised that she'd forgotten the shower cap. Mary cursed under her breath for being so forgetful and crossed to the dresser again. Once more she opened the top drawer and this time she rummaged around in it for a few moments, looking for the promised bath cap. Finding nothing, she closed the drawer and opened the next one down. Again, she found nothing. Finally, opening the bottom one, her eyes fell on the item she sort. She picked it up and as she did so, she noticed something else that took her eye. Lying in the drawer, half hidden by towels and flannels, she found a hard, pink dildo about 10 inches long! Her mouth dropped open. 'The dirty old cow' She thought 'All prim and proper on the outside and able to take something like this in her twat!' Mary smiled. 'The randy old cow!' She thought and putting it back, she crossed the bathroom floor and entered the shower. About 15 minutes later and now feeling much more relaxed and not a little horny (for she had finally succumbed and masturbated herself to orgasm in the shower after all) Mary stepped onto the mat and dried her lithe body. She took particular care to dry her breasts and her moist mound and thoroughly enjoyed both sensations. It was just as she was going to get dressed again and as she couldn't resist one final sniff at the smell of her sex on the towel that she heard the gentle tap on the door. 'Mary.' Said Mrs. Brown. 'The pizza is almost ready. Will you be long?' 'Coming!' Replied Mary a little guiltily. 'I won't be long.' She finished and then she added, 'Thanks.' Leaving the used towel on the side of the bath, Mary left the bathroom and called out to Mrs. Brown. 'I'm in here, Mary.' She replied. Mary followed the sound of her teacher's voice and found Mrs. Brown sitting in her large, warm and nicely furnished lounge. The large gas fire was lit and the lights were dimmed down a little. A non-descript record was playing softly on the hi-fi system. Mrs Brown was sitting on the large leather sofa and the freshly cooked pizza sat on a plate by her side She motioned to Mary to join her there. Mary noticed that her teacher had changed in to another sheer blouse – a powder blue one this time – and that she had on a skirt which, as she sat now on the settee, was drawn up above her knees and showed off her tanned, muscular thighs. Mary felt her recently satisfied pussy twitch gently as her eyes took in this sight, and she fantasised for a second about what lay above those thighs and whether her teacher was wearing any panties underneath her skirt. 'Here we are, Mary.' Said Mrs. Brown proffering the plate to her 'I hope you like this.' Mary crossed the room and, not wishing to upset the food, sat carefully on the other end of the sofa. The plate wobbled a little and both she and Mrs. Brown reached for it to steady it. For a moment their eyes met, then the teacher dropped her eyes and selected a portion of the pie. Mary also took a slice of pizza and for a few minutes, the two women ate in virtual silence. When their meal was finished, Mrs. Brown asked Mary what she'd like to drink. 'I can make you tea, coffee or – as you're over 18 she grinned – I can offer you something a little stronger!' They both laughed and Mary felt her colour come up a little. 'I'd quite like something a little stronger.' She said – 'If you don't mind, please.' 'Wine?' Said Mrs. Brown. Mary nodded. 'Be right back.' Said the older woman and she left the room. A minute or so later she returned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. 'I hope this is to your liking.' She said. 'It's a nice one – well in my opinion it is anyway. Not too strong, nor too sweet, but a nice drink anyway. I suppose I should have offered you a drink as soon as we arrived, but I'm so unused to having company, that it never crossed my mind – please accept my apologies!' Mrs. Brown poured two glasses of wine and, as she was finishing pouring the second, Mary's mobile phone rang. Mary answered it and, after a few seconds it became obvious that the call was personal so Mrs. Brown got up and left the room to give Mary some privacy. After a little while, Mary finished her telephone conversation and closed her phone. As if on cue, Mrs. Brown re-entered the lounge and asked Mary if everything was okay. Mary looked at her and said ' Eh, oh yes, fine thanks.' She paused for a moment, then went on 'That was my big brother. He's been held up and won't be able to get up here tonight. He's worried about me being on my own by the sound of it, so I told a little white lie and said that I was okay and that I would stay with a girlfriend. Its no sweat, by the time he arrives tomorrow, it'll appear that I've not long got home and all will be well!' She smiled at her boldness at setting up this subterfuge and took a long drink of her wine. Mrs. Brown on the other hand, sipped at her glass of wine. 'Better not drink too much of this if I'm to take you home, had I?' She said. She looked at Mary over the rim of her glass, observing the younger woman closely. Mary took another drink. The sweet, juicy liquid flowed down her throat and warmed her inwardly. Although she had recently eaten, her previous lack of experience with drink made her an easy target for the alcohol that was lurking within the wine and, within a very short time indeed, she was feeling a little strange. Mrs. Brown offered Mary a top-up and, unwilling to offend her host, Mary accepted gladly. A few minutes later, Mary was convinced that perhaps she shouldn't have had that third glass of wine after all! The room appeared to be moving and it was getting difficult to understand all of what Mrs. Brown said. Suddenly, Mary knew she was going to be sick! She rose to her feet and banged her glass down on the table quite loudly. She swayed a little and looked at Mrs. Brown. 'I don't feel too good!' she said and then everything went black......... When Mary came round, she was kneeling with her head over the seemingly yawning chasm of Mrs. Brown's toilet and, hardly had she realised where she was, when her insides convulsed violently and a torrent of red liquid – laced with part digested pizza – hurtled from her open mouth and splashed messily into the toilet bowl. Oh God, she felt like shit! Another spasm hit her – and another – and gradually, she emptied her stomach contents into the toilet bowl!! Finally, all was quiet within her and she sagged against the toilet bowl. Or at least she would have done, if it hadn't been for the supporting arms that held her that prevented her from falling face first into the toilet and her recently ejected vomit. 'Better?' said a soothing voice questioningly 'Poor thing, I never thought that you'd react like that.....Are you okay, Mary?' Mary knew the voice, but at that moment putting a name to it was beyond her fuddled mind. She stared into the toilet bowl for a while, trying to focus her thoughts and stop her head from spinning; then another spasm hit her and she threw up again and everything went black................ That last titanic upheaval in Mrs. Brown's toilet had finally rid her body of the alcohol sloshing around in her stomach and now, as she began to recover her senses, Mary realised that she was, in fact, lying down somewhere soft. Then she realised that she was actually lying on – or rather in a bed. She blinked her eyes and focused them on her new surroundings. The cluster of three ceiling lights were dimmed right down and the integral ceiling fan whirled round slowly. Mary Strained her ears to listen and was sure that she could hear rhythmic breathing close-by. She eased herself up into a sitting position and looked around the room. Over in one corner, she saw Mrs. Brown – her head lolling forward on to her chest – sitting somewhat awkwardly in a straight-backed chair. She had on the clothes that Mary remembered from earlier. But as her eyes adjusted to the scene, Mary could see that the top three buttons of the teacher's blouse were undone and that her skirt seemed to be in some disarray and even further up her thighs than it had been earlier. She thought she could just discern the older woman's panties too – but it could have been merely a shadow. Mary was just about to call out to her teacher, when she realised that she was lying in the bed –Mrs. Brown's bed – dressed only in her underwear! Mrs. Brown must have helped her undress! Mary's hands travelled quickly over her own body to confirm her suspicions and she pinched her nipples gently and stroked her mound lustfully through her panties as she thought of her teacher stripping her clothes off of her and helping her, semi-naked body into the bed. She wondered: had the teacher had been turned on by her firm, young body? Suddenly, as if hearing her silent thoughts the figure in the chair gave a snort, her head lolled even further forward and that inbuilt survival sense that all animals seem to possess to some extent, kicked in and made her wake up. She looked around herself and, seeing Mary looking at her she smiled. Then, as if realising that she had to keep some kind of guilty secret, she hurriedly pushed her skirt down and fastened the lower of the three buttons on her blouse. 'Ah, so you're awake again are you young lady. How do you feel?' Said Mrs. Brown Mary continued to look at the older woman and clenched her thighs together – one finger still pressed against her rapidly moistening clitoris where she'd let it wander as she had begun to think about having sex with this older woman..... Secretly, she gave herself a little rub under the thick, warm duvet. She found her voice. 'I feel a lot better now, thanks' She said 'What time is it?' Mrs. Brown looked at her wristwatch, fiddling with it and trying to get the angle right with the lighting in order to be able to see its face. After a few moments of trying to focus on what the hands indicated, she sat bolt upright and shrieked 'Oh my Lord, its nearly 1a.m!' She appeared to become a bit panicky at this realisation but after a while she relaxed somewhat and finally said to Mary. 'I'm sorry, but it looks like we both had a bit too much to drink. Would you like me to call you a taxi? I mean, you really should be getting home shouldn't you, but I don't feel safe to take you myself. Maybe you would like to.......... Mary Peters Ch. 03 Her voice trailed off as she suddenly seemed to realise what she was about to say. She paused for a moment then finished her sentence by saying: 'Maybe you would prefer to stop the night here, Mary? I have a spare bedroom and as you're all nice and cosy in there' – she indicated her own large bed – 'then I can sleep next door.' Mary snuggled back down under the warm duvet a little and was glad that she didn't have to get up; that the responsibility for getting home had been taken from her. She absent mindedley and secretly stroked her clitoris again and this made her give an invoulantary 'oh!' of pleasure. Mrs. Brown stood up and walked towards the bed. She was concerned that the young woman may be feeling ill again and she put a hand on her shoulder by way of offering her comfort. Mary moaned again. 'Are you alright, Mary?' Said Mrs. Brown 'Are you feeling ill again?' In answer, Mary reached up with boldly both hands and took hold of the top edge of the duvet. She took a deep breath, then pulled it smartly down so that her semi-naked body was exposed to Mrs. Brown's eyes from her mid-thigh region, up over her pronounced – and now quite moist – young mound, up across her taught, muscular stomach, over her heaving, nylon clad breasts and up to her pretty young face. For a few moments, neither woman moved. Mary was becoming quite tense! Scared that the older woman was about to go ballistic at her and that she was about to be thrown out on her ear, She reached down to retrieve the duvet and cover her semi-naked body. In an instant, Mrs. Brown reached down and grabbed both of Mary's arms and stopped her from covering herself. Her grip was strong – though not painful – and Mary could see the fires of lust burning brightly in the older woman's eyes. The next moment, Mary felt her teacher's mouth pressed against her own. A moist and experienced tongue entered her mouth, searching wildly, urgently for Mary's own tongue, so that they may dance wildly together in the young woman's mouth. Mary felt one of the teacher's hands relax its grip on her wrist and a second later, she felt the welcome pressure of the same hand – its palm flat, its fingers cupped, as it slid over her left breast and made small circles around the heaving flesh of her young breast; squeezing now, massaging now, seeking only to arouse! Her nipple hardened at once and the tongues in her mouth danced ever harder......... Mrs. Brown broke off the kiss. 'Oh Mary!' She half sighed 'Oh Mary – your tits are so beautiful, so firm, so....pure!' She squeezed both of Mary's breasts through the bra cups for a few moments then reached around urgently under Mary for her bra clasp. Mary sensed her need, she wanted to help her new lover in any way that she could and so she arched her back to give her lover easier access. In a moment, the clasp was released and Mrs. Brown pulled the shoulder straps forward over Mary's arms. She flung the flimsy garment to one side and, without waiting a moment longer, she began to suck and lick urgently on Mary's firm, erect nipples. First one and then the other came in for its share of arousal. Mrs. Brown took each nipple into her mouth in its turn and sucked on it. She ran her tongue over the sensitive buds then gently stimulated each one with her perfect, white teeth. Mary sighed loudly as this obviously experienced woman gave her pleasure that she'd never experienced before. She gave little gasps and cried out 'Oh, Mrs. Brown! Oh, my God! Oh, that's so good! Don't stop – please, don't stop!' Her voice trailed off and she could feel her love juice beginning to well up inside her vagina. She raised her knees and let her thighs fall apart – inviting her lover to touch her there – she was gagging for her lovers touch. She was very close to coming and she wanted her new lover to take her there. She arched her back and cried out in a mixture of lust and impatience: 'Mrs. Brown! Please, finger my cunt, suck me there - please! Make me cum! Oh my God – I'm so close! Please, make me cummmmmm!' Mrs. Brown paused for a moment, she got up off the edge of the bed and stood back. She looked at Mary, lying there on her bed, so obviously close to orgasm and crying out for her – the teacher, in more than one sense of the word – to take her over the top. She enjoyed this feeling of power, it made her feel in control – and she liked being in control! She placed her mouth over Mary's once more and, as she did so, her right hand sought out Mary's sopping wet pussy. She pulled the soaking material of Mary's panties to one side. She felt the thick rubbery outer lips of the young woman's vagina, so moist with desire. She prised them expertly, gently apart and then - with an almost violent motion - she bunched her fingers together and thrust three of them deep into Mary's gushing pussy! The young woman cried out with pleasure 'Oh, my God! Thats it, that's it – fuck my pussy! Make me cum! Make me.............' Her voice trailed off and after only a few thrusts from her teacher's hand – and with her mouth still covered by the older woman's passionately kissing mouth – Mary finally found release! Her vagina spasmed violently. She felt yet more love juice seep from her already well lubricated sex centre and then she was falling, darkness was closing in and then – she passed out! When Mary opened her eyes it was dark. Well, in truth, there was a bit of light coming in to the room through the partly open curtains. Starlight mainly Mary figured. She lay there for a while, her mind a whirl. She felt better than she could ever remember feeling at any other time in her life. She gave a contented sigh. For a moment, she thought that maybe she had been dreaming; that maybe she had dreamt that she had been made love to by her strict old teacher and that maybe it had been her imagination working overtime. But then she remembered the wine and all the other things that had happened. She could taste her teacher's tongue, smell her perfume - then she felt the stickiness between her thighs and the tenderness of her so recently used nipples and KNEW that it had been for real. Mary suddenly sensed, rather than felt someone lying by her side. She looked to her left and there, looking back at her, was her new lover. She smiled, unsure what to do for a few moments and the teacher smiled back.......... Mary Peters Ch. 04 Mary reached across and gently and hesitantly – for she still felt somewhat intimidated by the older, more experienced woman – slid her hand under the lightweight silk-like duvet. She rested it for a moment on her lover's soft belly and then, slowly, hesitantly and with great excitement she slid it slowly up towards the teacher's firm breasts. Mary gently squeezed one of the large, warm naked orbs – for her lover had obviously already removed her bra – and, hearing the older woman sigh and feeling her chest rising and falling excitedly with each panted breath, she sought out the engorged nipple at its centre and caressed it softly with her hand. After a short while, she slid her hand across to the other breast and gave it similar attention, tweaking the hard, rubbery nipple gently between her finger and thumb and caressing around the sensitive areola. For a while, she alternated her attentions between both breasts, teasing each nipple in its turn and becoming ever more excited as she heard the older woman's breathing quicken and deepen still further – could she be about to come thought Mary? Mrs. Brown sighed again, more deeply this time and wriggled her hips. She thrust them upwards off the bed, imitating the movement you would expect were she at that moment being penetrated. Her thighs clenched together and her vaginal muscles spasmed rythmically as she enjoyed this young nymphets attentions. She felt relaxed, warm - and horny beyond measure, for she had not come earlier, when Mary had but now, now – she intended to come with a vengeance and to bring her new lover off with her if she could. She sighed again half out of reflex and half out of intent to urge Mary on with her actions. It worked! Mary, highly aroused herself at this point, took this latest sigh as a positive sign and continued to skilfully massage the older woman's large, heaving breasts........ After a little while of this mutually exciting foreplay, Mary's hand left the teacher's breasts and, trailing her fingers gently down the older woman's taught stomach, she switched her attentions to Mrs. Brown's rapidly moistening vaginal area. She felt down between the older woman's now spread thighs and, guided by the increasing heat and wetness she found there, she easily located the naked, engorged sex-lips. 'Oh my!' thought Mary to herself, 'She has no panties on either – and she shaves her pussy!' She pressed a finger gently between the large rubbery lips of her teacher's soaking vulva and felt the swollen clitoral hood. She continued down a little and finally her finger-tip came to rest just above the hot, wet hole of Mrs. Brown's mature, experienced love centre. Mrs. Brown let out a deep sigh and convulsed sharply. She thrust her hips up, trying to capture Mary's probing finger, trying to force it further along the canyon of her love-lips and into her inner sex. Mary looked at her lover's face and the look of near ecstasy she saw there made her own love juices bubble within her. She swallowed hard and continued pleasuring her lover, almost crying with delight herself as she continued to finally realise her dream of making lesbian love with her strict, prudish teacher. She wiggled her fingers from side to side, then drew them up so that her finger passed over the older woman's clitoral hood. She felt the hidden hardness beneath her sensitive fingertip........... Suddenly, Mrs. Brown grabbed Mary's wrist tightly in her hand. For a moment the young woman tensed, was afraid she had done something to displease her new lover. She began to panic and was just about to apologise for whatever it was she perceived she had done, when she felt Mrs. Brown directing her hand deeper between her thighs, urgently urging her to leave her clitoris for a moment and to go much further with her probing. Mary, emboldened by this obvious desire on her lover's part, teasingly allowed at first one, then two, then three fingers to slip into the heaving woman's sex-centre. Finally- and with tender care - she managed to get all four fingers inside her lover's gaping vagina and breathing deeply herself, she began to simulate the entry of a man's hard, thrusting cock into her teacher's love hole. Mrs. Brown convulsed and cried out as she felt the hardness within her! 'Oh God, Mary' she cried 'Fuck me! Fuck me hard – there, in my hot, wet cunt! Fuck me, lover – make me come all over your clever, clever fingers! Oh my God, Mary, keep on doing that, harder lover, harder – oh my God, I'm going to come! You're going to make me come.......' Mrs. Brown's voice trailed off, her perspiring, naked body thrashed around on the bed as Mary continued to simulate phallic penetration. Suddenly, she felt Mary's thumb rubbing at the nub of her engorged clitoris and realised that Mary must have almost all of her hand inside her body! 'Oh God, here it comes Mary, here it comes! Oh fuck me, my lover, fuck me! I'm coming, I'm coming! Ah, ah, ah, Ahhhhhhhhhh! Mary thrust almost all of her hand inside Mrs. Browns open, soaked vagina and held it still – wiggling her fingers around the soft moist inner walls, as she sought to make the orgasming teacher's pleasure as intense as she possibly could..................... A minute or so later, as her orgasm began to subside a little, Mrs. Brown became aware that Mary had removed her love-juice soaked fingers from her soaking vagina and was in the process of swinging her lower body over her large, heaving breasts to assume what is referred to as a 'sixty-nine' position. She licked her lips to wet them and blinked her eyes rapidly to help her focus on the scene before her. She could see Mary's wet, tight vagina pointing back at her face and the tight bud of her anal passage above it. She swallowed heavily and prepared herself for what she new was about to happen. Mary settled herself down gently and wriggled back on her knees a little until her own wet vagina was within reach of Mrs. Brown's skilful tongue. The teacher's large, hot breasts were getting in the way a little but after a few seconds of careful adjustment, she finally settled comfortably where she wanted to be. Taking a couple of deep breaths in order to savour more deeply the musky scent of her lover, she finally bent forward and grasping Mrs. Brown's muscular thighs, she ran her tongue down the fleshy groove of her lover's labia and dipped it into her soaking –wet love hole. Mrs. Brown cried out loudly with intense pleasure – pleasure so intense as to be almost painful - and in order to stifle her cries, she grabbed hold of Mary's tender, young thighs and pulled the younger woman's hot, wet sex into her own face. Mrs. Brown Opened her mouth a little and took both of the swollen lips inside as far as she could. She teased the sensitive flesh with the tip of her tongue, running its tip between the labial walls and sucked as hard as she dare on the rubbery flesh. Using her skilful fingers, she teased open the swollen clitoral hood protecting Mary's most sensitive part and, almost weeping with joy, she ran her tongue across the hard bud she found within. She heard Mary gasp; felt her thrust her lower body harder into her mouth and felt the young woman's panted hot breath on her own clitoral hood as her young lover imitated what she herself was doing.......... ..................... Much later – and after they had both brought each other to several mind blowing orgasms – the two women lay, sweating and exhausted, in each other's arms. From time to time, they shared small, tender kisses – now and again entwining their tongues together as they each re-ran what had happened, in their lust filled minds. After a while, Mrs. Brown gave Mary one last passionate kiss on her lips and slipped gently from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Mary, though reluctant to let her lover go, realised her own need to pee – in fact she was in urgent need of similar relief herself – and mentally she urged her lover to hurry up! Suddenly, Mary thought she heard Mrs. Brown calling her. She rolled over on the bed – her eyes focussing on the half-lit surroundings, listening. She swung her feet to the floor and went to see what her lover wanted. Knocking gently on the near closed bathroom door, Mary called softly 'Lucy, are you okay? Did you call me?' Hearing no reply, she gently pushed the door open a little and peeped into the room. Mrs. Brown was sitting on the toilet. Her large breasts – reddened in places from Mary's earlier passionate sucking and mauling – hung down her slim chest and her slim, muscular thighs hung open. But what took Mary's attention most of all, was the huge, nobbly imitation penis that thrust upwards from between her lover's perfectly formed female form! Mrs. Brown looked deep into Mary's eyes and ran her hand gently up and down the imitation cock – simulating as best she could a man masturbating. Mary could see that the shaft and large head of the cock-substitute glistened and she realised that Mrs. Brown must have oiled it before softly calling out to her. Although turned on, for she had masturbated often in the past using a vibrator not dissimilar in shape and size to the one her lover was now lewdly displaying, Mary was aware of her urgent need to pee. She walked awkwardly over to Mrs. Brown and bent to kiss her lips. She took the weight of the older woman's hanging breasts and rubbed each nipple gently in her palms. 'I need to pee, Lucy.' She said – 'God, do I need to pee! Can you let me at the toilet please?' A strange look came across Mrs. Brown's face then and with a firmness that Mary hadn't heard since they were at school all those hours ago she said 'No! If you want to pee so much, then you'll have to do it in the bath! I'm not moving! Go on, get into the bath, spread your legs and let me watch you pee – you naughty girl!' For a moment, Mary thought her teacher was joking. Trying to wind her up or make her feel even more desperate than she already felt. But then she realised that she was serious! 'Please, Lucy – I can't! Please, let me pee – I'm bursting!' Mary was becoming aware just how desperate she really was and she squeezed her thighs together to try to ease the clamouring need to relieve herself. She pressed gently on top of her mound and tried all she could to postpone the inevitable. But she really did have an urgent need, a need which was becoming more urgent by the second! 'No, Mary – I mean it! Said Mrs. Brown.' I want to watch you pee! Then I'm going to fuck you hard with my huge throbbing cock!' Said Mrs. Brown. She thrust her hips up and brandished the plastic penis at Mary and Mary could see that – although not meant maliciously – her new lover was really turned on by the prospect of watching her pee and of taking her with the synthetic cock. She stood there for a moment, then – and hesitantly, and with little choice – she placed one foot timidly on the far edge of the ample bath so that her vaginal opening was over the centre of the bath and then, then with a relief that was almost indescribable and being unable to contain her need any longer, she let go a torrent of hot urine that struck the porcelain with a force she didn't realise she could produce. As she was relieving herself, Mary heard Mrs. Brown sigh and realised that her teacher was really turned on by this display! Whether it was by the control she had over Mary or by the actual act of Mary relieving herself – maybe it was a combination of both things – it was obvious the Mrs. Brown enjoyed such deviations. And Mary and the rest of the school thought she was such a prood....... Drained – and not a little humiliated – Mary had just put her foot back onto the bath-side rug when she felt a strong, though gentle pair of hands turn her roughly to face the tub. She was made to put her head down and, in order to steady herself she placed both hands on the far edge of the bath – where her foot had recently been. She felt a knee between her own and in a moment she was aware of a large solid object being thrust into her non-too moist vagina. 'Ow!' She cried. 'Lucy, please be gentle, that hurts!' Relaxing the pressure a little, Mrs. Brown said nothing and indeed after a few shallow thrusts to allow Mary's vaginal channel to lubricate itself and pick up lubrication from the oil on the artificial phallus, she thrust the plastic cock deep into Mary's pussy and began to rhythmically fuck her........... Although at first, Mary had been unsure about Mrs. Brown's exact intentions, unsure what to do when she saw her lover with that large though somewhat grotesque penis substitute, now that she could feel the large plastic cock plundering her tight, young pussy, she began to enjoy herself immensely. 'Yes, fuck me – fuck me there with your big, hot cock!' Cried Mary. 'Go on, deeper, go deeper, harder! Fuck my cunt' She wriggled her hips and thrust her young bottom back to get even deeper penetration and Mrs. Brown – encouraged by her young eagerness – picked up the pace and thrust deeper and harder as requested, revelling in her young lovers enjoyment of this male/female role-play they were acting out. After a few minutes of this doggy-style position, Mary begged her lover to let her get on top and ride her like a horse! She said it was one of her favourite positions and that she wanted to get that big cock even deeper inside her tight, young cunt! Mrs. Brown, both excited and surprised by Mary's sexual experience and carnal desires, pulled the love-juice coated plastic cock roughly from Mary's streaming love-hole, making her gasp in shock, and, lying on the floor she drew Mary down on top of her. Mary took hold of the shaft of the moist monster and guided its head up into her wet, distended snatch. She sat down carefully onto it and once she realised that although it was indeed long enough to touch the neck of her womb (as indeed it had on several occasions whilst she was being taken from the rear) it was not going to do her any harm, she began to grind herself down onto it and gyrate her body back and forth and from side to side. Mrs. Brown reached up and took Mary's swinging breasts in her hands and began to rub the young girl's nipples roughly, whilst thrusting the plastic cock into her wet vagina. After just a couple of minutes and due in no small part to the raunchy - indeed obscene - language they were both using they exploded together in mind-blowing climaxes which made Mary almost pass out with the large cock buried deep inside her body and her older lover to leak copious amounts of her own love juice onto the bathroom floor! It was several minutes later, when post – orgasmic calm had returned to them both, that they became aware of Mary's mobile phone ringing. It rang and it rang – almost begging them to answer it and, in the end, Mary reluctantly eased herself off of her lover's phallic substitute and clicked on the small green phone symbol to take the call. 'Hello' She said. 'Yes, this is Mary speaking'...........................