2 comments/ 42512 views/ 17 favorites The Teacher's Secret By: Xelover Synopsis: Ms. Pettison is back in action, and she's got a new job! Now a teacher for the much more formal Lindinburg Academy, she's got a whole new group of girls under her wing. Will she finally be on track and teach these girls what they need to know, or will they learn something new? This story contains extremely detailed descriptions of many sexual acts, including lesbians, a spanking scene, toys, and more lesbians. If this material offends you, or you are not of the legal age to even be looking at this, I must formally advise you to not read any further. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh my gosh, I'm so excited! It's my first day at my new job! I can't wait! I remember my old job as a teacher for Lindinburg High, an all-girl private school. I got in trouble there, though, because I was having some pretty intimate relations with a student named Molly. She helped me with one of my past sexual problems, and eventually she became my lover. She's asleep right now, though, so I don't want to wake her. I want to start the day fresh. Speaking of which, I really should introduce myself. My name is Patricia Pettison. I'm technically single (as in 'not married'), 5'10", 132 lbs, and I have long brunette hair that reaches down to the bottom of my shoulder blades. Oh, yeah! I should also tell you that I'm a lesbian, but you probably already figured that out yourself. Now for some history about me and Molly... A little over a year ago, Molly's parents changed their minds about me. No longer was I allowed in their house, and they even found a way to get me banned from school completely. Molly ran away from home and, because of her parents' disowning her, I was able to sign the papers to call her my own. It was a struggle, though, because the school had been my only source of income. I've been doing side jobs for a while now, just until I could make ends meet and find a way to get an interview by someplace final. My new job is again as a General Education teacher (it's sort-of like a review class), but for a much more formal all-girl private school, called Lindinburg Academy. I heard that they run things a little differently here than they did at the old school. I was told that I was to teach a different subject every day. It didn't make sense to me, though. Why would they want me to constantly switch lessons? Wouldn't it just confuse the students? It even confuses me! I really shouldn't complain, though. After all, I'm getting paid. I grab my purse and walk out the door. It's Monday, and I'm in my new uniform, a dark blue business suit complete with a black tie and black high heels, hopping into Molly's shiny red 2002 Firebird that she had before I knew her. I drive off and after getting through traffic, I pull up into my very own parking space in front of the Academy. I step out and pat down my dress and hair, just to look nice, and I walk through the doors to the Main Lobby. I walk over to the secretary and tell her who I am, asking her to point me in the right direction. She gives me a map and explains where I have to go. It's a very short walk, just down a couple of hallways and past a study room. I turn towards the door of my class and reach for the handle. I turn it slowly, cherishing the moment before I open the door and walk inside. When I shut the door behind me, I look around at all of the fresh young faces who I'm supposed to mold into a pack of bright futures and big paychecks. They all looked pretty young for their age. Because this was a very formal private school, every girl in the room was dressed the exact same way, in their uniforms. They were all sitting at a typical school desk, looking like zombies, none of them showed any emotion. I had learned uniformity is a key rule in this school, but I never knew they'd be so literal. Every girl had on a dark blue blazer with short sleeves and a short-sleeve white button-up dress shirt underneath it. Around their necks, each one wore a dark blue button-tie and they all had blue and black plaid skirts. On their feet, there were white knee-high socks and shiny blue dress shoes everywhere. Luckily, each girl was somewhat original with their hairstyles. Out of about thirty girls, half of them were brunette, a little more than a quarter of them were blondes, and the rest were redheads. Some girls went conservative and had their hair straight, while others went for a curly or crimped look. Some girls had ponytails in their hair, only a couple girls had a ribbon. Knowing how the school's dress code is, I was certain that a ribbon was against it, but I wanted these girls to be free to express themselves in what little way they could. "Hello, class!" I spoke maybe a little too loudly, my voice echoed across the spacious room. Hearing my voice, emotion returned to their faces and they all shouted "Hello teacher!" in unison, then went on talking to their neighbors. I looked around the room even more. The room looked like the room from when I was back in college, with the professor's podium in the front of the classroom (but there was a desk here instead of a podium), with chairs galore out into the back of the classroom, getting higher and higher with each passing row. I looked farther into the room, and right at the front of the classroom, off on the side, was an office. I tell the class to do whatever they want for a while, and I walk into the office. Inside is nothing special. A small desk in the back corner with a computer sitting on it, and then there's a much bigger desk in what might be the exact center of the office. I close the door behind me and walk over to the empty desk in the center. I set my purse down next to it and glance up at the big, cozy black office chair behind the desk. I practically ran around to sit in it. When I did, it felt so good that I just had to put my legs up and spin around in it like it was a party. After a complete circle, I remembered exactly where I was and I put my legs down. I got a glimpse of the many desk drawers before me. I quickly ran through them all and found out they were all empty. I was apparently the first teacher to step foot in this office. And then it hit me. I have my own office! I stand up with a smile on my face and start to walk out of the office, and then I noticed a long, flat board in the corner of the room behind the door. I walked over to it and picked it up by it's handle. It was a paddle. A thick, flat, wooden paddle. In solid-black ink, it had the word "Lindinburg" engraved onto it in bold with a decorative border around the front. The back of it was blank. I set it back down, wondering. What would I need a paddle for? I open the door and walk out into the class, telling the students to quiet down. "Okay, class. My name is Ms. Pettison, and..." "Hello, Ms. Pettison!" exclaimed the class in perfect unison. I chuckled for a second. "... and I will be teaching you everything you need to know to succeed in today's world. Now, since this is my first day here, I will begin with introducing myself," I explained. I looked around the classroom, and nobody seemed interested in the speech I was about to give. I really wanted to start off on good terms, so I decided to take an alternate route to my teaching method, letting them ease into the whole setup. "Never mind, class. Let's just do what we want today so we can become more comfortable with each other. Who knows, maybe you all could find some new friends!" There was a whisper-like applause coming from the class, and then they just went to talking with each other as they were doing before. "Though, I must warn you all. If any one of you breaks a single school rule in my class, I will punish you in the best way I see fit," I yelled above the chatter amongst those young minds. - - - The first day went pretty well. After the two hours that class takes, all of my students rushed out the door and onto their next part of the day. One student in particular stayed after for a bit. She had no reason to, seeing as we did absolutely nothing today, meaning I didn't give any homework, but she walked up to me anyway. She was one of the brunettes. Her hair was long and straight, down to her back. Her face was so pure, so innocent. "Ms. Pettison?" she asked me, with a voice so soft I could sleep on it. "Yes, dear?" I replied. "Thanks for letting us talk today. No other teacher is that lenient towards us. You've been the best so far. Thanks again!" she chimed before she turned and walked out of my office. The door closed behind her and I couldn't help but smile again. I love my job. - - - I walked into the classroom the next day, and because of the dress code, a person could swear that we all wore the same clothes for two days in a row. Anyway, I started to develop a morning ritual. I walked straight into my office, set my purse beside my desk, walked out and begun my lesson. "Okay, class. Today's lesson is about Nuclear Radiation Byproducts. Now I was told that you all have been taught this already in your other classes, so I just wanted to review a few points since this is going to be on the test next Friday." I knew I was rushing and going into something too advanced for so early in the year, but I wanted to speed up the learning process and only teach these kids what they'll need to know for the Final Exam. Of course, about twenty minutes into my lesson, a girl in the back complained about how fast I was talking. I told her I would slow down, but five minutes later she complained again about how fast I was talking and I told her that I couldn't talk any slower. She just sat back and mumbled something like "It don't matter anyway, 'cause we'll never use this in the real world." I got mad now. Saying things like that are insulting to a teacher. "Come down here NOW, young lady!" I shouted, louder than I probably should have. She got up and walked down in front of me. "Get in my office!" I yelled into her face. Suddenly, Ms. Nice Pettison turned into something not-so-nice. I told the class to talk quietly, and as I was walking into my office, I heard behind me the entire class taunting "Ooooooh! Trouble!" I almost slammed the door behind me and I walked over to my chair and sat down. The young lady was standing in front of my desk, just looking at me like she thinks she did nothing wrong. "Young miss, do you realize the gravity of your statement? Do you have any idea how insulting that is to a teacher?" I asked her, with a violent tone of voice. "So what? I mean, it's all true. It's not like we'll really need Nuclear Byproducts on our resume," she told me with such a confident attitude. I had to break her down and establish my authority here. That's when I remembered the paddle. "Young lady? Do the other teachers do anything drastic to the students here when they are punished?" "Well, no. Not usually. They sometimes beat us with a paddle if we're really bad, but other than that, no." I was so happy by what she just said, you could see my smile from outer space. "Young lady, bend over my desk, please." I wanted to have some fun. "Why? I didn't do anything that bad!" she claimed. "Ah, but you did! You see, in saying what you said out there, in the class, you have caused me pain. So now, I shall cause you pain." As much as she didn't want to, she appeared to have been treated this ridiculously before, and she bent over the desk without another word. I stood up and went to go get the paddle. "Please, don't!" she cried one last time. "I didn't do anything that bad!" "Quiet!" I shouted as the paddle swooped down hard onto her behind. She winced, but her reaction wasn't as satisfying as I wanted it to be. "How'd that feel?" I asked, and she just shook her head. "I think we should raise the stakes a bit, then," I told her before walking closer to her, flipping her skirt up and exposing her bleached-white panties to the world. CRACK!! Another slap with the paddle, and she almost jumped. Much stronger, but still not as satisfying as I wanted it to be. I walked closer to her again, reaching with my other hand and slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties, briskly pulling them down and exposing her lower hills, catching sight of the two slightly red spots where I hit her with the paddle. I stepped back to admire what was my work and then... CRACK!!! A harder slap than anything I did before and she immediately yelped, then reached behind herself to hold and soothe her bright red buttocks. "You see, little girl?" I asked her happily. "I am in charge, and I can do anything I want to you when you disobey me." "I never disobeyed you," she said. "Well, I guess that's true. But you did insult me as a teacher, and for that I have punished you," I told her. "So can I go now?" she asked me. "I don't know, have you learned your lesson?" I replied. "I think so," she said, kindly. "And what might that lesson be?" I asked. "School is important. Every subject is important. Whether I use it in life or not doesn't matter, because it matters right now." A genuine answer, but I wanted to have some fun with her. "That's not true. Every subject is important all the time. How do you know if, in the future, you won't need this knowledge for a job?" I asked, hoping to get her to say something that would let me use the paddle again. "I'm not getting a job yet, I'm gonna go to Harvard," she said. "Harvard is no exception," I told her. "Harvard will assume that you already know the kind of things only I can teach you." "Yeah, like what?" she asked, regaining that rebellious attitude she had just moments ago. Realizing she was still bent over the desk with her red butt on display, I raised the paddle and brought it down, allowing it to make contact with her skin again. She winced and gasped at the same time. "Respect is the first lesson you need to learn, young lady," I told her, slightly raising my voice for no reason. "Ow, quit!" she yelled back to me. "I didn't do anything this time!" "How did you know I was done punishing you from last time?" I was acting completely out of nature now, but I just wanted to have fun with her. She wasn't in the mood, though. "I'm going to report you when I get out of here. You want me to respect you? Start respecting me, then!" she shouted at me, then stood up, pulling up her panties and flipping down her skirt. Oh, well. Better luck next time. - - - It took me quite the while to explain myself to the dean about why I "assaulted" another student, and that fight didn't go over well. My first week wasn't even half over yet, and I was already in trouble. Luckily, he just let me off with a warning. If something like that ever happened again, though, I would be fired on the spot. That's what he told me. - - - The next day, I knew I'd have to cool it if I was going to keep my job. "Okay, class. Today, we start our lesson on the extent of gravitational pull. Who wants to tell us what they know? Anyone?" I tried to get the class involved, but no one seemed interested. Now, I was in trouble. I wanted to get these students excited about being in my class, and yet nothing I did was working. I couldn't just let them talk like I did the first couple days, because then they wouldn't learn anything. I think I may have an idea, though. "Never mind, no questions. Why don't we just play a game to get more comfortable around our classmates. It will also help me learn each of your names as well. When I call on you, you will tell me your name along with one thing you like to do to pass the time when you're alone." This idea might work. I pointed to a girl in the front. She was one of the only redheads, with short and straight hair. She also had an almost unnoticeable brick-red clip in her hair. "You! Why don't you start?" She stood up and turned around to face the class, even though I never told her to do either, and she started to speak. She sounded unsure of herself, though. "I, uh... my name is Lida, and... um... I usually just watch TV to pass the time when I'm alone," she shrugged before she quickly sat back down and blushed. This is the main reason I wanted them all to get more comfortable with their classmates, so THAT wouldn't happen. "Any volunteers to go next?" I called out. The girl who almost had me fired stood up next, saying "My name's Crystal, and I drink when I'm alone." Well, at least she's honest. Before I could speak again, another girl stood up and said "I'm Amy, and I do my makeup when I'm alone." Random girls started standing up and saying their names and hobbies, everyone seemed to really get into it. Eventually, the last girl stood up and said her stuff, sitting back down with a smile on her face. I tried my best to remember all of their names, but I know I'll mess up soon. "There! Now, do you all feel better about the other students in this class?" I asked them. "Yeah!" was the unanimous cheer. "Hey! Why don't you all tell us your name and what you like to do!" shouted a girl in the back. I think she said her name was Rebecca. I laughed, expecting this question. "Well, why not? It's only fair, right?" I laughed again. "My name is Patricia, and when I'm alone, I... well, I really shouldn't be telling you this." I blushed because I know the truth, but I knew that if I told them, I would get fired for sure. "Tell us!" shouted more than a few students. "Do you want me to be completely honest? You're not going to think it's very ladylike!" I warned them. "Tell us!" shouted Crystal. "Give us your dirty lettle secret! Come on!" "You really want to know?" This was it, everything is on the line now. "I masturbate when I'm alone to pass the time. That's the most personal thing I could possibly tell you girls, so there! Don't hate me for it, because I'm sure each and every one of you has done it before, too." "No one hates you," said a random girl in the class, I didn't catch which girl. "Yeah, I don't hate you," said a brunette in the second row, named Trish (I think). "I masturbate a couple times a night, sometimes more." "Same here," is what I now heard from a few other girls. "So, you all are completely comfortable telling about something as personal as this?" I asked, thinking that this might go a different route than what would be preferred. "Hey," shouted Crystal from the back, standing up, "if you are comfortable saying it, so are we." I may get to liking her after all. "Well, I'm sure that's not the only dirty secret we all have, so do any of you want to share another one?" I asked, but then everyone looked like they were either thinking about how to answer that, or looking like they were too uncomfortable with the question to speak any further. "What if I start?" I ask them, and a few students nod their heads. "Not many people know I'm actually a lesbian." There it is. The two most personal things about me, and I've just listed them off to a room full of teenage girls who probably have no interest in hearing that from a woman a bit less than twice their age. The room was completely silent now, not a breath was heard. I was worried that now would be the time these girls freak out, but one brave soul asked me a question I never expected, one that showed genuine interest. "Have you always been one?" she asked. Brunette, long curly hair tied with a ribbon. I believe her name was Melissa. I just looked at her in shock that she was interested. It took me a second or two to remember that her question meant she wanted a response. "Uh, yes! I do believe that I've been a lesbian since I was born." "Does that mean you're still a virgin?" asked another girl from the back, I couldn't see her well enough to know what she looked like exactly. I don't remember her name, but I answered her anyway. The Teacher's Secret "I guess, technically, but it doesn't look like I am." "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Crystal. "Well," I sighed. I didn't know how to answer this question without being disgusting. "Let's just say that I've had experience with things that have destroyed any evidence that I was a virgin." "You mean, you got your cherry popped already? By what? Sex toys?" asked Crystal, looking intrigued and obviously wanting to go further. "Well, I didn't want to be vulgar or anything, but yes. Sex toys," I said. "What kinds?" Where were these questions coming from? Since when are children this age interested in an older woman's sex life? It shouldn't last long, so I might as well just answer them. "All different kinds. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and those are just the old standbys!" I answered honestly. "Do you have any of them with you right now?" asked a girl in the far back corner, and I remember her saying something like her name was Julie. She was a blonde with hair down to her butt. Laughing, I tried to avoid the question. "I don't see why you need to know if I do or not, so can we ask a different question, please?" I heard some whispering amongst a few students, and I think I heard one of them say to another "That means she does." "What was the point of this questionnaire anyways? What possible educational progress have we made so far today?" I asked the class. "We learned something about our teacher," said the redhead in the front, the one that was nervous, that Lisa girl, no, Linda, no, Lida was her name. "Come on, now," I reasoned. "Can I please continue with the lesson I've prepared for today? You all might like it!" "Doubt it," says a random girl in the class, and every student bursts out laughing. "Come on!" says another girl. "Tell us if you have any of your toys with you!" "Fine! I will!" I shout, a bit louder than I probably should have shouted. "I do have a couple with me, but I barely ever use them because they're only for emergencies," I say, immediately embarrassed at what I had just admitted. "Like when?" asked Crystal in the back. She's starting to become quite the curious little girl. "That's none of your business!" I say, slightly determined. "It is NOW!" shouts another girl, who somehow managed to sneak into my office without my notice. Suddenly, one of my vibrators is thrown out of the room and lands on the floor in front of my feet. I quickly bend down and pick it up, trying to hide it behind me because my blazer has no real pockets. It just has flaps made to look like pockets. Suddenly, Lida, brave soul as she is, raises her hand. "Yes, Lida?" I announce. "Um... I've never used one of those before. Can you show us how it's done?" "I absolutely will NOT, young lady!" I asserted, baffled at her request. The whole class erupts with the same chant, the kind that you'd get from an audience on a talk show. "Show us! Show us! Show us! Show us!" It went on for a really long time, and I just wanted it to stop. "If I take a minute and show you, will you all promise that we can continue with class directly afterwards?" I ask them all. "Yeah!!!" Did I even have to ask? "Okay," I sigh, starting to lean back against a desk in the front of the classroom, pulling the vibrator out from behind me and setting it next to me on the desk. "Here goes!" I grab the vibrator and shove my hand into the dark cave that my skirt creates between my legs, climbing up my leg and acting like I'm rubbing it against my panties, but nobody in the class can see the truth. "You have to show us for real!" shouted a girl near the center of the class. "Dang it! I'll do it!" shouts an annoyed Trish, almost galloping down past the desks to the front of the classroom. I instantly yank my hand from out of my skirt and try to stop her, but she's too quick and gets behind me. Before I can turn around, her hands are yanking my skirt up around my hips. "Why, I never!" I shouted. "I am going to get you into so much trouble for this... this..." I couldn't find the right word for a second, but then it popped into my head. "Assault!" "Oh, relax!" she says, determined. "You're already in a pretty compromising position, you know. Just lay back and enjoy it." "I..." I don't know what to say, yet I'm compelled to obey her. I can sense a wet patch forming as I lay back and watch her do whatever it is that she's about to do. She hikes my skirt up around my waist and reveals my white silken panties and my wet patch to every girl in the class. I'm just glad no one seemed to notice my wet patch. "Are you gonna do what I think you're gonna do?" shouts a random girl, I couldn't tell who it was. "Are you a lesbian, too, Trish?" shouts another girl. I was right! Her name WAS Trish! Yes! "I'm not a lesbian, I'm just curious," she says. "Why?" shouts someone. "Don't YOU wanna know?" By the time she finished saying that, my panties were on the floor, my vagina on display for everyone to see. I tilt my head forward to see the reactions on their faces. Half of them can't look away, and the other half are already looking away, but are slowly losing the ability to keep ignoring my exposed sex. "Oh, wow!" shouts Trish. "I can actually smell her pussy! She's horny! She likes it!" More students looked towards me, and then I hear the familiar buzzing of my own vibrator. Now, every student has their full attention on the show Trish was giving them. It was a show that I was unfortunately a part of, but it was getting better by the second. Pretty soon it gets a LOT better when Trish shoves my 8-inch vibrator deep inside of me, my own juices providing a very slippery lubricant and giving her no resistance whatsoever. Wow, if anyone walked into my class right now, they would get quite the eyeful! The buttons of my blazer get unbuttoned by Trish and the two halves are spread apart. She yanks off my tie and sets it aside, then goes to work on the buttons of my blouse. When she gets down to the final button, she pulls both halves of it apart and lets them drift down my sides, joining the two halves of my blazer. My silk white bra is now on display and the whole class gasps, even Trish, at my enormous breasts threatening to spill out of my bra. "Are you gonna rub her boobs, too?" asks a random girl. Trish must think actions speak louder than words, because the next thing she does is pull the middle strap of my bra down under my bust. My breasts pop out and jiggle, celebrating their freedom. My pink nipples stick straight up at the ceiling, I am getting even hornier now that my body is exposed. "I want to do it!" shouts another random girl, and Trish looks back in shock. "What?" asks Trish, bewildered. "If you're gonna fuck her, I wanna at least rub her nipples!" the girl complains. "What ever happened to 'Are you a lesbian, too?' Isn't that what you said?" Trish asks the girl. "Just admit it, Trish," said the girl. "You're bi, aren't you? Everyone knows it, or at least now they do. Don't worry, though, 'cause I'm here too." "Please, Sara, you're bi, too?" asks Trish. "I'm a lesbian, but this isn't about me. You just do your thing, and I'll do mine, okay?" quips Sara. Not another word is spoken between them, as the next thing that happens is Sara suddenly grabs my tits and rubs my nipples with her thumbs. The pleasure of this makes me squirm, then Trish does something I never expected a girl like her to EVER do! She begins licking my clit, and it feels wonderful! With a vibrator inside me, and two girls tending to my own pleasure, it doesn't take long for me to reach an earth-shattering climax beneath them. I rode the crests of passion, while Trish and Sara backed away and gave me room. As I finish vibrating on the desk, I lift my head and look around at all of the faces watching me settle down from my orgasm. Everyone's eyes are locked onto my wet, puffy slit and I could practically see the lust forming in their eyes. As I sat up and pulled the vibrator out of me, I noticed that Trish had her own blouse and blazer open and her breasts were hanging out (she wasn't wearing a bra). Her breathing was becoming so labored that her breasts were rising and falling to the same rhythm of her breath. I wonder just how far I took her with my display? I reach over and forcefully grab Trish's right tit, kneading it in my hand. She gasped a satisfied gasp like I just fulfilled her lifelong dream, then she cooed under my touch. Sara was already beyond my help, as I noticed her hand was shoved into her skirt and the front riffles were flapping madly as she fingered herself. I looked over in the audience and noticed a few girls also had their hands in their skirts, fingering themselves to the show. I gave Trish a signal to climb up on the desk and I layed back again. When Trish was kneeling on the desk with me, I reached around her waist and unzipped her skirt, pulling it away from her body and letting it fall to the floor. I turned her around and pulled her backwards to my face and I pressed my tongue directly onto the wet patch on her red thong panties. As I licked her through the cotton, I heard her moan and she wiggled her hips above my face, pleased with what I was doing to her. Trish loved it so much that she shoved two of her fingers inside my pussy and started finger-fucking me. I used my tongue to push the thin strip of material between her legs aside and I plunged my tongue deep into her twat, eating her fast and hard. The sounds that were elicited from her reminded me of a baby dolphin looking for it's mother. It took about the same amount of time for Trish to reach the brink as it did me. She pulled her fingers out of my squirting pussy, then her own pussy covered my face in her delicious female cream, and after that her body turned into dead weight. I was almost crushed under her sloppy wet cunt. It took the strength of both myself and Sara to get her off me, as her muscles gave out on her until a few minutes had passed. After that, guess what... That's right. It was Sara's turn to be licked next. - - - The rest of the day continued much the same. After my face was drenched in Sara's tasty juices, I asked our audience if any of them wanted the same treatment. Pretty soon, I was simply going around the classroom, eating anyone out that wanted me to eat them out. About a half hour before the bell was going to ring, I stopped licking the dark-haired girl that was currently moaning from my ministrations and I told everyone to get dressed and ready to go to their next class. The dark-haired girl whined in disapproval, but I told her I'd make it up to her some other time. I walked back to the front of the classroom and donned my clothes again. Dramatically, I turned around and looked at all of my students. All sweaty, all sated and most of them sexually satisfied. I've got to be the greatest teacher this school's ever known. - - - When I returned home, Molly greeted me with her usual kiss and grab between the legs. She stepped back in shock after she felt how wet I was. "Are you just horny, or did you have a fun day at work?" She meant for her question to sound fun or flirty, but I could sense that she was hiding her worries. "Don't worry, I just needed to teach my students how to have a good time in my class," I said, casually. "This doesn't mean you're cheating on me, does it?" she asks, and I know she's worried now. I walked closer to her and wrapped my hand around her head, bringing her in for a passionate kiss before I told her "You know I'll always love you. I just wanted to make work more fun." "But you work at a school! Are you even allowed to do that?" she asked. "Probably not, but none of the students are complaining!" I laughed outrageously. This seemed to lighten her mood, and she started to laugh with me, which means I got the "OK" to take it further. - - - I walked into class the next day with a huge smile on my face. Maybe I'm smiling because what I did yesterday is okay with Molly, or maybe it's because of what I did to begin with. Either way, my students all greeted me with a smile as well. "Good morning Ms. Pettison!" shouted every single student upon my arrival. "Good morning, class!" I replied. "So, what do you say we get started with our lesson?" "What's it gonna be about?" asked someone in the class, I couldn't pinpoint which. "The constitution!" I said merrily. A group "Awww" was simultaneously groaned by the disappointed students. "Ms. Pettison!" shouted Crystal, raising her hand politely. "I thought we were going to do the same kinda stuff we did yesterday, remember?" I laughed under my breath. "I'll tell you what, class. If we get through today's lesson successfully, we will continue the 'lesson' I was teaching you all yesterday. How does that sound?" That was all it took. I'm telling you, never before have I seen teenagers so well-behaved during school in my entire life. So proper, so demure, I could swear I was in the wrong class. And it was simply because of the motivation I gave them! The lesson was over quicker than even I expected. Oh well, time to start the next lesson! First, I knew I had to repay that dark-haired girl for bailing on her yesterday, so I started with her, making sure to give her way more than just an orgasm or five. By the time I was finished with her, she could barely get dressed again. Next, I decided to try something different. I had one of the girls lock the door, just so there would be no interruptions, and I had the entire class line up, single-file. I layed down on the desk again, and I had each of the girls get naked where they stood, then they all took turns getting their pussy licked by their teacher. That alone took up almost the rest of class, and the students barely had enough time to find their clothes and get dressed again before the bell rang. Something good happened while I was eating everyone out, though. Something I didn't expect. I noticed, during the "exercise," through the gap between my cheek and the leg of the girl I was currently eating, that a few of the girls in line had become bold and did what I was doing. Some of the girls were on their knees, eating out other girls while they waited in line! I was almost as happy at that time as the time I met Molly! And that's saying something! When it was time for school to be let out, I got my purse from out of my office and I had quite a relaxing drive home. I asked Molly if she wanted to be a "guest speaker" some time next week, and her smile stretched from ear to ear across her face. She was just as excited as I was, and she showed me in the bedroom just exactly the kinds of things she would do when she met my class. - - - I knew that when I woke up and went to school the next morning, it would be good, but it was going to be missing something. I knew what it was, though. Unfortunately, Molly was not going to be the guest speaker today. It took a really long time to convince Administration why it was necessary for Molly to come in to speak to my class. I just told them that it would be beneficial during the lesson (geometry) next week if a person that used to major in geometry would come in and speak. They bought it! She was scheduled to come in next week! It was a complete lie, of course. Molly never majored in Geometry. Molly wasn't even planning on going to college yet. Molly was simply my student back before she graduated high school. The only real geometry she's ever done was trying to form a right angle with her legs! I walked into my office like I do every day, setting my purse next to my desk and turning around, walking into the classroom. "Okay, class," I shouted, and suddenly the entire class was silent. "Next week, the school has allowed me to bring in a guest speaker for your upcoming geometry lesson," I explained. A group "Aww" was about to erupt again, but I quickly stopped it with my next comment. "I am bringing in Molly, my lover," I stated. "Who's Molly?" asked Sara. "When I told you all I was a lesbian, what I didn't tell you was that I had a lover at home. Her parents have abandoned her and I took her in, and we've been living together for a while now," I told them. "Like, how long?" asked Melissa. "I don't know," I said, honestly. "Probably for almost a year or so, now." "Do you two, like, do it a lot?" asked Crystal. "Do you mean 'do we have sex a lot'? Well, if you would call once every morning and three times every evening, then yes, we do have sex a lot!" I laughed. Some chatter arose amongst the crowd, things like "Her pussy must hurt!" and "I wish I could have sex that much!" "Don't forget, class," I shouted, "Molly is going to be joining us next week!" Silence. Suddenly, a hand raised. "Yes, Trish?" I announced. "Is Molly going to be doing the same things that you've been doing?" she asked. I laughed loudly. "Definitely! She actually told me that she was looking forward to meeting you all!" I declared. And with that, there was a smile on every face. "So, what do you all say we get started with the real lesson today?" I asked. - - - Everyone was naked, sitting in their desk. I allowed them to be like this during the lesson, able to tend to themselves for the first part of class. That way, they could concentrate better on my Declaration of Independence lesson without being sidetracked and horny, knowing what was coming afterwards. With them being naked, it combined both lessons and allowed them to do what they wanted to do. I only had one problem, though. I allowed the students to rub themselves during my lesson, but nothing else. One girl had been somehow convinced to get out of her seat, duck under the desk next to her and eat another girl out during my lesson! Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but the girl's moans (the one being licked) was disturbing the class. "Hey! You! Under the desk!" I demanded. The girl kneeling under the desk turned around and looked at me, her face glimmering with the girl's juices that she was licking. "What is your name?" I asked impatiently. "Rebecca," she confessed. "Rebecca! In my office! Now!" I yelled. She stood up and sulked all the way down to my office, breasts bobbing, still horny. I was going to have fun with her, the same fun I was unable to have with Crystal, on the second day. "Pardon me, class!" I shouted as I stormed into my office and slammed the door. It's obvious to point out, but Rebecca was scared when she saw me slam the door. "Bend over my desk now!" I ordered. When she saw me grab the paddle from the corner, she flipped her body over the desk so fast, she looked like a fish that just got snagged in the line. I clutched the paddle in my hand, walking over to her and standing behind her. I lifted a hand to her naked body and ran my fingers over her pale, smooth buttocks. She sucked a sharp breath inward, then seemed to relax. "Were you having fun disturbing my class?" I asked her as I slowly petted her ass. "I... didn't know I was doing anything wrong," she pleaded, sweating and nervous. "Well, just to be fair, you weren't until that girl's outburst caused an interruption in my lesson. What do you have to say for yourself?" I asked forcefully. "I... ahhh!" she gasped as I turned the flat paddle on its side and touched its edge to her protruding pussy lips, slowly grazing up and down between her wet folds. "So, you like to have sex, huh?" I asked, aiming at a specific response that made my pussy twitch with anticipation. "Yes, I do. So much. Is that wrong? Have I been a bad girl today? Are you going to... punish me for being so naughty?" she asked in the sweetest voice, a beckoning voice that instantly made me want to finger my rapidly-flooding pussy. The Teacher's Secret I pulled the paddle from between her legs, making sure the last glide over her soft, pink lower lips would give her wet dreams for the rest of her life. CRACK! The paddle struck her lower hills with such a forceful smack, her body was pushed forward a little. CRACK!! My next whack, considerably harder than the first, made her face red, but I noticed something else, too. She was enjoying this! There were streams of pleasure running down her legs now, way more than what she had out in the classroom. She looked back, into my eyes, and when I looked back into hers, there was an undoubted lust present between the two of us. I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me. I had to show just how much I wanted her, and after a second, I knew how to do it. CRACK!!! Her ass was pulsing red now, since I used as much force as I could muster with the last swing. Her wincing turned into yelping with each blow. "Please," she cried. "Let me pleasure you, Mistress!" She was starting to take this farther than I expected, but dominating her was making me so horny, I just decided to go with it. I grabbed her upper legs, right below her stomach, then I pulled until half of her body dangled off of the desk. Her legs were now the only thing keeping her body level with the desk. Basically, she was in the most uncomfortable position possible. I climbed up on the other half of the desk and positioned my body so that I was leaning in the perfect spot so my pussy would be right under her drooling mouth, waiting to please her "Mistress." When she began to eat me, my head was spinning, lost in the moment. It was divine! She soon focussed on licking only my clit, and when she pushed two fingers inside me, bolts of electricity seemed to shoot through my body, and my pussy spat out buckets of liquid onto her face. It felt so good, it was hard for me to keep my balance leaning like I was. I calmed down after the longest while, then limped off the desk and inched my way over behind her. Her body was still holding strong, supporting the half of her that wasn't on the table. I knew exactly how to give her as much pleasure as she gave me. I dropped the paddle and grabbed her ass instead. Both of my hands squeezed her lower hills and made her wince again, forcing her to feel the full intensity of my paddling. I kneeled down on the floor and put my head right in front of her blooming petals, inhaling her pungent, feminine odor, which gave me another small orgasm. The second my tongue touched her clit, her pussy sprayed me with her juices. It didn't stop me, though. I kept squeezing her ass and shoving my tongue deep inside her tunnel until she tried to crawl away from my face out of desperation for it to stop. I released my hold of her ass and grabbed her legs, restraining her. I heard the slap of her hands grasping the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life. - - - As soon as I allowed her to stumble out of my office, she made an oath to never step foot inside there again. Suddenly, the bell rang and she had to hurry up and get dressed. Though sweaty and reeking of sex, she got out in time and continued the rest of her day. I decided to get dressed myself, then pack up and leave for home, taking a mental note of what I did today so I could use it for a later (more private) time in the bathroom back home. - - - When I went home that day, I told Molly what I did to... what was her name... Rebecca? Anyway, Molly got so worked up that she just had to mimic what I did. All weekend. - - - I stumbled into school myself on Monday. Tomorrow was Tuesday already, the day Molly came in and saw my class for the first time, and I myself couldn't wait. I normally would be grumpy, since I officially had no sleep last night because of Molly's heavenly mouth and fingers (still mimicking what I did to Rebecca), but since it was the day before Molly made her appearance, I wanted today to be special. I wanted today to be an appetizer for what would come the next day. I walked into my classroom, almost tripping a few times trying to keep my balance, going into my office and doing my daily ritual of dropping my purse next to my desk and walking back into the classroom. I looked around, finally feeling my muscles responding how I wanted them to, and I noticed that a seat was empty. Rebecca was not at school today. "Does anyone know where Rebecca is?" I asked the class. Laughter seemed to erupt from everyone's mouth, before Crystal shouted the answer from the back. "Rebecca woke up on Saturday aching from what you did to her!" yelled Crystal over everyone's laughing. "I heard she couldn't move all day that day! She probably was using yesterday and today to recover!" "Does that mean she'll be back tomorrow in time for Molly to see her?" I asked. "I guess she might. I heard she was really sensitive down there Saturday morning, but I don't know if she still is," explained another girl on the right half of the classroom. I didn't let it worry me. Today was going to be special. I was going to make everyone yearn for tomorrow to come. I gave the command, and everyone was naked within seconds. I had to hand it to them, it shows they had practice. It took ME longer to get naked than the girls I taught. How did that ever happen? But I couldn't let it interrupt what I was thinking. "Now, class. As you all know, tomorrow is the day my lover Molly shows up. I want you all to be excited, but I don't want it to distract you from learning what I need to teach you. Anyway, today I'll allow you all to do as you please, but tomorrow I will be enforcing the rules without mercy!" I directed. Crystal raised her hand. "Yes, Crystal?" I answered. "Does that mean we'll all be just like Rebecca?" she asked, sounding as innocent as she could, hiding her laughter. An explosion of laughter suddenly filled the room from all of the students, including Crystal, unable to control themselves. I chuckled to myself. "No, I promise we won't go that far, but we will be strict!" Lida, down in front, seemed to be unable to control herself and her hand instantly plunged inside of her twat, pumping in and out, making squishing noises loud enough to be heard all throughout the room. Everyone knew she was horny beyond belief, and when I didn't tell her anything about disrupting class, every one of the young students descended towards Lida and made her cry out, overwhelmed by the feeling of having hundreds of fingers dance along every inch of her skin, along with a few dozen down at her wet, pink lips, inside her dark, horny hole, rubbing her love button. Lida couldn't take much longer, I could tell by the look on her face. I knew the look on her face would be fuel for all of my future fantasies, and then I thought of something. I wonder if Lida had the same kind of fetishes that Rebecca had? I quickly ran to get the paddle and sped back out into the crowd. "Back away!" I shouted as I pushed girls out of my path, getting closer and closer to the prize. As Lida came into view, girls saw the paddle and cleared a space on her skin, Lida's face looked like she was about to explode, and when she looked down at my paddle with those sparkling blue eyes... CRACK!!! Right on her ass!!! "OOOOOOHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Jiggled would be an understatement. Lida thrashed against every hand that was upon her body, then tears started to fall from her face. That was no doubt her strongest orgasm she's ever had in her life. Before I knew it, before Lida could come down from her bone-breaking orgasm, it was an orgy throughout the classroom. Girls were bent over desks and being eaten from behind. Other girls were grabbing breasts that weren't theirs and fingering pussies that weren't theirs, getting eaten in a 69 embrace. All around the classroom there were naked, sweaty, dripping, sexy young girls eating girls or being eaten by girls. It was officially a man's true fantasy. It was MY true fantasy. I wanted to join the fun, but I also knew that the presence of the teacher might cause an unwanted feeling of crowdedness in the classroom. Couldn't have that, now could we? Especially not with Molly making her big debut tomorrow. Wait a minute! I had a vibrator in my purse, so I didn't need to be in here. I could always find personal relief wherever I wanted with my handy little 8-inch toy. I walked into my office and flopped into the big chair behind the desk. I reached around and grabbed my purse, pulling the vibrator from it and laying back in the chair. I swung my legs up and they stretched across the desk, in a perfect V. With the class' previous actions still buzzing through my head, my pussy was already hot and soaking almost to the point of boiling. In it went. Smooth and hard, stretching my dark pink fuckhole, and my head instantly tilted back, screaming from the pleasure caused by a simple piece of plastic. I knew I would climax the very second I flicked the switch, but I did it anyway. The impending orgasm felt INCREDIBLE!!! And I wasn't the only one that thought so. Lida was in the room with me, though I didn't know it before. During my gasping from waves of release washing over me, my eyes opened for a brief moment, just enough for me to see her standing naked in front of my desk. By the time my pussy's earthquake ended, Lida must have moved behind me, because two hands stretched out from behind me and grasped my enormous tits and treated them with so much care. I cooed at the feeling and then she went further, dropping her left hand to my pussy while her other hand kept working its magic on my right breast. She flicked off the vibrator and pulled it out of me, my juices glistening along its length and then she lifted it up to my face and touched my lips with the tip. My mouth opened, expecting, wanting, but she pulled it back until I closed my mouth again. She trailed the tip of my cum-coated vibrator all around my plump lips until they were covered in my own liquids. Only then did she push it past my lips. I tasted my salty fluids as my tongue played with the vibrator inside my mouth. Lida's other hand soon dropped down to my pussy and she started to rapidly flick my clit, over and over again. There I sat, squirming under Lida's delicate touches, and I knew exactly what would come out of it, or rather, CUM out of ME! She rubbed my pussy lips down by the hole, gently inserting a finger inside my gushing tunnel. She pumped her finger in and out a few times, and then she inserted another. And another. All three of her fingers beat my pussy hard as her thumb was now rubbing my clit, and I couldn't stand it. It was not wave after wave that rushed through me, it was not one orgasm. It was a chain reaction. Climax after climax jolted through me, a gatling gun of pleasure, all coming in giant spurts, my pussy spitting out truckloads of cum all over Lida's hand, still driving inside me like a piston, never slowing down or giving me mercy. I bit down on the vibrator inside my mouth, my teeth putting dents into the plastic, and I eventually had to use my tongue to push it out of my mouth. Lida's hands moved away, and I was able to turn my head and look into her sparkling eyes. Lida moved around the chair and sat on the desk, her own slightly-parted legs dangling between my fully-spread legs, she was naked and needy. I could tell by the river of moisture running from between her legs down off the edge of the desk that she's been horny for a while now. I was finally feeling my final orgasm subsiding, but I knew I had to repay Lida for what I had just experienced. However, I wanted to pay her double, with insurance, and I knew I couldn't do that alone. I had an idea. I leaned forward, reached out to her, and ran my finger around her nipple, making her shiver. I switched to the other nipple, and her face turned red, her lips parted. I raised my finger up to her mouth, but just caught her bottom lip as I dropped my hand, running that very same finger down her body. As I did, her legs parted, her pussy lips blooming as well, open to anything I wanted to do. I just grazed her pussy lips, causing her to gasp, and then I pulled my hand away, leaning back and putting my vibrator back in my purse. "Huh?" asked Lida, confused. "What? Why are you stopping?" I leaned forward and whispered to her as sexy as I could. "Don't worry, baby. Tomorrow, when Molly comes? I'll tell her how I made you suffer the agony of being patient. I'll tell her what you did, and what I didn't do, and when she realizes how horny you must be... Trust me, it'll be worth the wait." She moaned in genuine need, dropping her own hand to her pussy, gently rubbing her lower lips at the thought of what tomorrow will bring, but I reached out and pulled her hand away. "No, no, no!" I teased, like a mother keeping her child out of the cookie jar. "You don't want to ruin your appetite now, do you?" She cooed, disappointed, but then her expression changed. It was like she figured that it would be all the hotter if she truly waited until tomorrow. Yeah, right. Like she's going to be able to wait until tomorrow. Sure she will! Anyway, I stood up. Lida hopped off the desk, and with her pussy dripping in high hopes, we walked out to the classroom, where the class was finishing up their orgy. I turned to Lida, knowing that she can't go through the rest of her day as horny as she is now, she'll never make it. She'll probably end up going crazy in one of her other classes, lewdly fingering herself for all to see. I didn't want her getting in trouble, and I didn't want anyone else from the school to know exactly what was going on in this class. I was having too much fun to lose it now. "You know, Lida. I've been thinking." Lida turns her head and looks up into my eyes, the lust still burning inside her. "Would you mind getting up on my desk in front of the class?" I asked Lida. She did as I asked, and then I turned to the class. I was going to repeat what happened to her at the beginning of class today, but I was going to make it all the hotter for Lida. "Class! I will give extra credit to every girl that can assist Lida here using only their mouths and tongue. No other part of your bodies can be used! All girls who assist will receive credit! Are you ready? Go!" Every girl rushed down to the front of the classroom towards the desk and practically sprang onto Lida. In only a few seconds, Lida was covered in more mouths than I could keep track of. All of the girls that got there first were able to get to her sweet spots, licking and sucking her nipples and clit, other girls were taking turns plunging their tongues inside her pussy and ass. Some of the girls that weren't so early were still able to give her pleasure by kissing her or sucking on her toes. Lida was eventually dripping with saliva and was brought to so many orgasms by so many skilled mouths, satisfying her deepest cravings. I had to stop it eventually. I didn't want Lida going through the same thing Rebecca was going through, so I had to break it up, much to the disappointment of all involved. I rallied everyone to forget about it and get dressed; it was almost time to go, anyway. I was hornier than ever now that I saw Lida get covered in so many tongues and soft lips. I knew I couldn't wait until I got home. I had to find release as soon as I could. After a while, the bell rang. The students walked out and went on with the rest of the day. I stayed back and fingered myself to one more delicious climax before I dressed and left for home. - - - When I walked in the door of our house, Molly and me's, Molly greeted me at the door, kissing me and grabbing between my legs, feeling the effects of my last orgasm. She giggled and put her fingers in her mouth, tasting my cum, and I couldn't help myself. I told her about what I did (or didn't do) to Lida. "You WHAT?!" she gasped. "I did," I confessed. Molly slapped me on my arm, saying "You bad girl. Do you know what I'm going to do to you for making that poor girl wait?" "Are you going to punish me?" I taunted. "You know me too well," she teased, grabbing my arm and dragging me to our room. - - - I walked into school the next day with my arm around Molly, on top of the world. Molly decided to punish me with the full set yesterday. Nipple clamps, fluffy handcuffs and ropes, vibrators and the video camera. Even the whip, after a while. I showed her the way to my class, and when we walked inside, every girl in the class looked shocked. "She's beautiful!" declared a few of the students. "She's so young!" declared a few others. Molly smiled along with the other girls. She looked at me and laughed. "Is this the horny class you've been telling me about?" she teased. "Is that Molly? Is she gonna have sex with us, too?" shouted Rebecca. She looked better than ever now that she was back in school. Molly gasped. "Oh my gosh! Well, I guess that answers my question!" I walked to the front of the classroom, behind the desk and Molly followed me. I handed Molly my purse and told her to put it in my office, next to the desk. When she came back out, I started my lesson. "Okay, class!" I started, but everyone else's eyes were locked onto Molly. "Class!" I shouted. "When can we take our clothes off? When does she take her clothes off?" asked a random student in class, I didn't care which. "After today's Geometry lesson! I told you all that I would be enforcing the rules! We can have our fun after the lesson!" I proclaimed. Another group "Aww," and I told Molly to forget about them for now, because I had to do my lesson if I wanted to keep my job. "I'll try to speed it up if I can!" I declared. "Will that be okay?" "Yeah!!!" they cheered. "Okay, let's start!" - - - Finally, after rushing the lesson and cramming it down into a fifty minute session, I was finally able to give the signal. I looked over at Molly and she looked amazed at how fast these students could get undressed. She later told me that they could have set a world record for speed-stripping. "Shall we?" I asked Molly, and we both undressed as well. I told Molly to sit on the desk in front of the class. "Now, you probably are all wondering about Molly. First, we will open it up for a Q and A session. Lida was the only girl to raise her hand. "Yes?" called Molly. "Um... Are you as open about doing the sexual things that Ms. Pettison did with us for the past week as she is?" she asked, nervously, like she just went too far with a single question. Molly just laughed. "If we don't have any other questions, I'll show you!" Molly chirped. No other student raised their hand, even if they probably wanted to in the first place. They all waited for Molly to "answer Lida's question." "Ms. Pettison?" laughed Molly. "May I have your assistance?" All eyes were instantly tuned in on what was happening down in front. I walked over next to Molly and she spread her legs. She leans her head in towards mine and whispers. "You wanna make a lesson out of this?" she quietly giggles. "Let's," I reply, then I give Molly the honor of starting our "lesson." "Okay, class!" shouts Molly, a little too loud. Her voice echoed throughout the room, doing the same thing I did on MY first day here. "We are now going to start our lesson!" "What lesson?" asked a few students, confused and disappointed. "We are going to learn how to achieve the strongest orgasm possible!" Molly announces. All of the students sigh, relieved. "First, I will start with a demonstration. Ms. Pettison here will begin by taking one finger and lubricating it with her own spit," she declared, and expected me to follow along with her lesson. I shoved my finger in my mouth and licked it until it was soaking in my own spit.