Chapter 37: Carnal Conclusion

Sally's plump thighs had parted as she dreamed and her hand was at the open juncture of her thighs. One moment it was Dave's hand that was pushing, rubbing her there. And then it was Mr. Best. Her gaze fixed again on her teacher. The pressure built in her adolescent loins. Her eyes lost focus. Her round ass squirmed on the hard seat. And suddenly Mr. Best was beside her desk, looking right down at her lap where her hand was moving, pressing.

Sally almost jumped in her seat as she pulled her hand away from where it had been recreating those delightful sensations of mock-sex. She clamped her thighs together and her face turned scarlet as she looked up at her schoolteacher, Mr. Best. He said nothing but turned and went back to his desk.

Damn! Here he was, a horny and at the moment sex-deprived teacher stuck in school with what looked like a horny little girl with big tits. Bob sat at his desk and looked steadily at the pretty youngster while she squirmed in hot embarrassment at her desk. Why not? She was no younger than lots of the girls he'd screwed. And many of them were not as experienced as this one appeared to be. His organ swelled with the anticipation of a warm, tight, liquid embrace.

Young Sally's gaze alternated between her lap and her teacher. What was he thinking? His eyes were fixed on her and they sent little shudders of fright through her. And something else. Even when she wasn't looking at him she still could see his eyes and her swollen pussy seemed to get even larger between her tightly closed thighs. His eyes were not as dark as Dave's or as soft. Her teacher's intense stare froze her in position. She didn't know or understand what was happening but she had become prey for a lecherous, unprincipled predator and there was now nothing she could do.

"It's raining quite hard, children so I'm going to let you go home early," Bob Best said to the delight of the schoolchildren. "Except Sally," he added. "You'll have to stay a while longer so we can review the homework you brought in today."

Sally didn't know what Mr. Best was talking about as far as homework was concerned but she was pretty sure that she knew what was on his mind. He'd seen what she was doing to herself. Maybe he'd be like Dave and do it for her? She was glad she'd had a bath this morning. Maybe he'd even kiss her there? No. That was too much to expect. And there was something about the way he looked at her, something in his eyes that made her uneasy.

"Come, Sally. I'm sure you know that I have to talk to you... about what you were doing a while ago. Come with me," and Bob led the plump youngster into his little office.

Bob's office had changed during the year. He'd had Priscilla here many times and the narrow cot was replaced by a wider, more comfortable sofa-bed that took up most of the space. There was, in fact, only one place to sit and as soon as she was inside, Bob closed the door and young Sally lost her balance and sat down on the bed. Any slight doubt she may have had about her teacher's intentions disappeared at that moment although she was not sure how far he planned to go with her.

"Now my dear, you have to tell me exactly what you were doing in class. Right in the classroom in front of everyone!" As he spoke in a stern voice Bob sat beside the trembling youngster and placed a hand on her knee.

"I... Oh Sir? I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

"You didn't mean to do what, Sally?"

"Oh Mr. Best... I don't know?" and she shuddered as her teacher's hand slid slowly higher up between her legs. She started to close them but as she did his eyes narrowed and she thought better of what she should... could do. The pulse at the juncture of her thighs was growing stronger again, almost as if a hand was actually on it instead of being a foot or more away. She shivered at the sensation as his fingers traced a delicate line along the silken skin of her inner thigh.

"I didn't mean to... You know... touch myself."

"You should be more careful," Bob said quietly as he gently stroked the sensitive skin between the girl's compliantly spreading thighs. Sally held her breath and the pulse grew to a steady throbbing inside her as the tips of her teacher's fingers brushed the hem of her panties.

Her voice shook with timid apprehension. "Don't... please don't Mr. Best..."

"You don't mean that, Sally. I can see that you like what I'm doing." He gently pushed the young schoolgirl's thighs further apart and his fingers moved higher grazing lightly over the damp vee of her panties. Sally inhaled sharply with surprise as her teacher's fingers pressed gently into the soft swelling between her legs.

"No... you mustn't. Please don't touch me there Mr. Best," she whispered weakly "

"That's not fair. You made me want this by touching yourself right in front of me... so I could see you," he said in voice that matched the soothing slow rhythm of his fingers as they stroked between his young schoolgirl's thighs.

"But it's not right Mr. Best."

"Why not Sally? Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Well... yes, I suppose so," she admitted, "but I'm frightened."

"Frightened of me?" he said softly as his hand cupped the bulging mound of her sex through the thin cotton of her panties, "or frightened of feeling excited?"

His young schoolgirl shuddered with pleasure as the rhythmic pulse between her thighs exploded into a throbbing sensation that spread into her stomach. Bob felt for the cleft of her sex through the damp cotton and pressed gently into it sending a fresh thrill of reluctant pleasure through the young girl's inexperienced body. Her taut muscles relaxed as his fingers slid gently along the damp warmth of her panties.

"Doesn't that feel good Sally?" said her teacher as he kept up the insistent provocation. She wanted to deny it but, as his fingers stroked and pressed on the slick wet surface of the youngster's panties, she felt herself flood with moisture and she whimpered softly with pleasure and embarrassment. "It feels nice," she admitted," but we shouldn't be doing this." It wasn't the same as when Dave had done it. Then her mother had been close at hand and that somehow made her feel protected. Now she was all alone with her big, handsome schoolteacher and she felt threatened, vulnerable.

"Even when it feels this nice?"

"It's wrong for you to touch me there," she murmured, but she knew that she did not want him to stop now. His other hand began to slide over her flesh-padded ribs towards her large, soft breasts.

"I want to touch you all over Sally. I want to feel your lovely, big breasts too." as well."

"But I'm only thirteen Mr. Best. You oughtn't, should you? You're my teacher?"

The schoolteacher's finger traced lightly over the heavy swelling of his young schoolgirl's breast and she whimpered. He quickly reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere and a voluminous breast sagged nude into his hand. He began caressing her soft flesh in a gentle circular motion and the youngster felt her nipples expand and tingle in response. He moved his hand to gently cradle first one big breast, then the other and she blushed, Dave had never paid much attention to her breasts and now it was as if her teacher was being too intimate. She ought to stop him.

"No-o-o, please don't," she stammered in confused embarrassment. Her teacher pressed harder on the drenched material between her thighs and her breathing grew faster and deeper with her growing excitement. His hand left her breast while he unfastened the top button of her blouse. He did it so quickly and smoothly that she had no time to object. He was already busy on the second button when the confused child whispered timidly, "What are you doing?" The third button gave way to him and she groaned softly with embarrassment as it popped open revealing the naked fullness of her precociously developed breasts.

Meanwhile his other hand was busy under her skirt, under her panties as his fingers slipped inside the elastic of her undergarment. Sally opened her mouth to object again but she yelped with surprised pleasure as the fingers between her thighs found the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. Her teacher carefully teased the sensitive spot until the young girl's growing pleasure exploded into sudden ecstasy. He bent his head to her upturned face and pressed his lips to hers and, as his flickering tongue explored the sweet warmth of her innocent mouth, she hardly noticed when peeled off her panties. And then he lowered his head further and his lips brushed the soft swell of her breasts.

Sally could not ignore the sparks of pleasure that her teacher's hot breath and gentle lips sent to her rapidly hardening nipples anymore than she could deny the blossoming heat and moisture between her thighs. She sucked in her breath sharply as his hand slipped smoothly down over her round belly and the feather touch of his fingers grazed lazily down over her unprotected vagina. Sally held her breath as his teasing fingers edged with unbearable slowness over the soft swelling of her hairless mons then suddenly she could feel him on her hot wetness. His fingers gently separated the velvet lips of her moist vagina and glided easily along her slippery cleft. He found the tiny erect bud of her clitoris and carefully teased it until the young girl's growing pleasure exploded into sudden ecstasy. She could not stop the waves of pleasure that rocked her nervous system. She moaned softly as her wide hips pressed forward against the delicate pressure of her teacher's tantalizing caress. Each time she pushed uncontrollably forward, his fingers retreated to maintain the light tormenting touch that was inciting her to forget everything but the fulfillment that she craved. It was no different than with Dave, was it? And in her overheated, adolescent mind that was her thought.

But it was different. Her mother's boyfriend, although he was tremendously attracted to and excited by the thirteen-year-old girl with her cute face and plump, busty body, had wanted to preserve his relationship with her mother. But Sally's schoolteacher, Mr. Best, was restrained only by his duties as the girl's schoolteacher. And for him this was no restraint at all. His probing finger found her virginal opening and insinuated its tip into her tight little vagina. The young girl's whole body shook uncontrollably at the sudden invasion of her most private and sensitive spot. Her big breasts jiggled and bobbed at her sudden intake of breath and her virginal passage clasped the tip of his finger tightly. She cried out with pleasure as one fingertip slid back and forth a tantalizing inch inside her while another massaged her sensitive clitoris.

Bob was confident now that he was going to get this lovely girl and even though he suspected he would be one of many who had enjoyed her plump body he was still cautious. He'd already eased down his pants and now he took her hand gently and guided it to penis. Sally clasped it with the familiarity she'd developed with Dave's cock and her hand began to move instinctively as her teacher's penis jumped in immediate response. She felt her teacher's hand at her hips, pushing her forward onto his tormenting fingers and she compliantly allowed her body to move under the pressure. Her hand that gripped his erect penis brushed against his as he pressed his finger a fraction further inside her. She pressed her hand against his and they moved as one for several seconds.