Chapter 10

Ms. Pembroke felt like she was walking on air; she had finally achieved her ultimate fantasy, and more was to come. She had barely started to explore Sarah’s young body, but patience and appearances came first.

At hockey practice, she watched the pretty girls changing and exerting themselves on the pitch, their slim legs revealing occasional flashes of knickers and shorts. All the while, she thought of her hand running over similar legs—those of her captive waiting for her.

“Come on, girls, into the shower!” she primly clapped her hands, motioning the girls to reluctantly bring their towels and run into the shared showers, yelping as the cold water hit their naked bodies. This was often a challenge for the perverted teacher, having to avert her eyes from the sea of young, forbidden flesh. Today, she felt better, knowing she could have her way with the lovely young thing currently in her basement.

On the way home, she played easy listening music, tapping the steering wheel, and bought some wine and food. She stripped off as soon as she entered, discarding her tracksuit and underwear on the floor, singing gaily, and skipped down the stairs to the basement.

The door to Sarah’s room had been unlocked to allow her access to the toilet. The older woman walked into the basement space, fully naked, her breasts bouncing slightly, as she discovered Sarah on the toilet, wiping herself.

‘Oh, I see. That time of the month can be annoying, can’t it?’ she laughed.

‘Oh, sorry, Miss,’ Sarah still reflexively addressed her teacher. ‘I was just changing my tampon... ‘ ‘Don’t worry, I like you clean!’ smiled Ms. Pembroke.

The older woman stood in front of Sarah, her crotch in the young girl’s face. Sarah gulped, trying to look away and down at her own messy state as she continued to wipe herself.

“You have some hair between your legs, Sarah. That will have to go. I like smooth girls. I feel like I should be able to make a rule for the hockey girls: a firm spanking for any hairy pussies I see in the changing room. But alas, I only have one girl here to order around,” she laughed.

‘Sarah, why don’t you touch me here?’ She moved her hand around her own vagina, her mons, and Sarah saw how smooth it was—not a trace of hair anywhere around the slit where her meaty labia emerged.

“‘Come on, girl, don’t be shy,’ ordered the teacher.

Sarah had spent hours staring at the walls, looking for an escape—there was none. She had started wondering if she was dead and this was hell, or if she had gone mad in an accident. She couldn’t believe that she was now sitting on a toilet seat in a basement, in front of her naked teacher, having to touch her genitalia.

Ms. Pembroke took her hand and guided the teenager’s hand across her pubis. Sarah was surprised at how supple and smooth it was, having been lasered hair-free. Her hand moved over the older woman’s vagina and lips, and she couldn’t find a trace of hair anywhere.

‘See, dear? The benefits of laser removal,’ Ms. Pembroke said, running her hand over Sarah’s luscious wavy locks as the girl’s small hands tentatively explored her labia, afraid to touch the red lips and sticking to the flesh on the sides.

“Sarah, come on, it’s just us girls here,” Ms. Pembroke murmured, her fingers gently pulling Sarah’s hair and massaging her scalp. “Explore me, run your hands further up, over my ass.”

Sarah felt a mix of curiosity and unease. The woman’s naked body before her was both foreign and strangely alluring. Her teacher’s intimate area seemed so different from her own—fuller, more pronounced. With a tentative touch, Sarah let her finger trace the curve of Ms. Pembroke’s buttocks, exploring the soft, smooth skin before venturing further, finding the strange spongy hole of her anus.

‘I’m smooth all over, darling,’ said Ms. Pembroke, pulling at Sarah’s hair roughly. ‘Don’t worry, it’s your first time exploring a real woman’s genitalia. You will get to know mine very well. For now, let’s get us both cleaned up and get you nice and smooth.’”

“She gently guided Sarah off the toilet seat, helping her remove her t-shirt and panties, which she tossed aside. ‘Right, let’s get under the water!’ Soon, they were both under the hot shower, with Sarah shyly looking down at their feet as the much taller Ms. Pembroke vigorously rubbed her with soap. Sarah’s face brushed against her teacher’s breasts and nipples as she was turned around, Ms. Pembroke’s hands exploring every inch of her body, including between her legs, under her arms, and over her face.

‘Now, darling, it’s razor time!’ Ms. Pembroke noted, kneeling down. ‘Just a bit of stubble. I see you normally shave—good idea with those tight swimsuits!’ She ran her hand along Sarah’s stubbly mons before carefully using a razor to smooth it out, then moved to her labia. She turned Sarah around and bent her over. ‘Now, dear, just around that asshole too.’ Sarah shuddered with embarrassment as she felt a finger against her intimate area, a place she had never really examined. The razor scraped gently around it. Ms. Pembroke then ran the razor under Sarah’s armpits and smoothed her arms and legs.

‘Such a smooth girl,’ Ms. Pembroke murmured, satisfied. ‘I knew I picked well. God, Sarah, do you know how long I’ve wanted to run my hands over you? Hmmm... ‘ She turned off the water, and Sarah felt the smoothness as she ran her hands between her legs. ‘Now, Sarah, I’m going to teach you how to clean yourself inside,’ Ms. Pembroke said, attaching a small cylinder to the showerhead. ‘Your intimate areas should be clean as well. I’m going to use this to clean out any menstrual blood, then your other hole after that.’ Sarah stayed bent over, gasping as she felt the showerhead press against her vagina, followed by the rush of water inside her. Her feet went up on tiptoes. ‘Oh, miss!’ she exclaimed. But that was nothing compared to the sensation when it was gently inserted into her anus, filling her with water.

‘Miss! Miss, it’s inside me, I can feel it!’ she panicked.

‘Shhh, child,’ Ms. Pembroke soothed, massaging Sarah’s bottom as she carefully pushed the showerhead further inside. After a few minutes, she stopped and patted Sarah’s buttocks. ‘Now, sit on the toilet and let it all out.’”

Sarah blushed deeply, her face burning with humiliation as she clutched her stomach, wincing in pain from the bloating. She took a few steps and sat on the toilet, her body tense and uncomfortable as she expelled the water. She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she heard the sounds of her body releasing the water. She kept her eyes downcast, unable to meet Ms. Pembroke’s gaze.

‘Don’t worry, dear. It’s far better to be clean now than to risk anything unpleasant happening when I have my tongue and fingers exploring later, wouldn’t you agree?’ Ms. Pembroke laughed, ruffling Sarah’s soaked hair as the young girl flushed and wiped. ‘Okay, another round, I think. This time, you do it yourself!’ Ms. Pembroke stood back and watched as Sarah awkwardly grasped the showerhead, arching her back and looking over her shoulder. She tried to guide it between her buttocks, searching for her anus with the showerhead before finally finding it and inserting it, grunting with effort.

“Good girl,” Ms. Pembroke cooed, clapping her hands as she saw the discomfort on Sarah’s face and her thin stomach began to swell slightly. “Keep it in, child! You can take more!”

Sarah groaned and kept her hand on her stomach, feeling it expand. “Please ... it hurts!”

“OK, now release!”

Sarah yanked the showerhead out of her ass, dropped it, and ran to the toilet, sitting down.

“Good girl,” Ms. Pembroke encouraged, watching as Sarah’s cheeks hollowed with effort as she tried to push it all out of her ass. The water shot out of her in a powerful stream, splashing into the toilet with a sound that again mortified the young girl. Her eyes squeezed shut, she tried to hold back the moan of relief that bubbled up in her throat.

When the flow finally ceased, she flushed the toilet she looked up at Ms. Pembroke with a pleading expression. “Please, no more,” she begged, her voice shaky and weak.

“Ah, but I want to be sure there are no surprises later when I am enjoying you!” the older woman said with a wicked smile. “Now, stand up and turn around. I want to make sure you’re nice and clean for our little playtime.”

Sarah complied, her legs trembling slightly as she turned to face the toilet. Ms. Pembroke knelt down and began to inspect her, her eyes raking over the wet, glistening skin. “Spread your cheeks for me, darling,” she instructed, her tone firm but gentle.

With a deep breath, Sarah reached back and pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her pink, sensitive anus to the cool air. Ms. Pembroke leaned in, her breath warm against the delicate skin as she inspected the area closely. “Looks like you’re cleaning up nicely,” she murmured, her voice filled with approval.

Sarah felt Ms. Pembroke’s firm hand on her back, guiding her into position yet again. “Once more. Remember, no clenching,” Ms. Pembroke reminded her, her voice stern but playful. “I need full access.”

The water washed over her, and Sarah felt Ms. Pembroke’s soapy hand sliding over her skin, her fingers tracing the contours of her ass crack before dipping down to her anus again. She felt a finger press against her, and she tensed up despite herself. “Easy,” Ms. Pembroke soothed. “Just let it in.”

With a whimper, Sarah relaxed and felt the digit slide into her, the soap making it slick and easy. She felt the woman’s knuckles brush against her as Ms. Pembroke’s finger moved in and out, exploring her depths. “Good girl,” she heard the woman say. “Now, hold still. I’m going to fill you up again.”

Ms. Pembroke reached for the showerhead, turning the water to a strong stream once more. Sarah felt the tip of it at her entrance, and she braced herself as Ms. Pembroke pushed it into her again, the water filling her up until she thought she would burst.

Sarah took deep breaths, trying to deal with the intense pressure building inside her. She could feel the water sloshing around in her stomach, the weight of it pressing down on her. “Good,” Ms. Pembroke said, her finger still moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Now, tell me when you’re ready to let it go.”

“Now! Now! Ms Pembroke! I can’t take it anymore!” she wailed.

Ms. Pembroke withdrew her finger, and Sarah squatted down and felt the water rush out of her onto the shower floor, the relief so profound that she couldn’t help but cry out.

“Nice and clean!” Ms Pembroke smiled. “Now, I want you to do it to me!” Sarah’s eyes went wide with shock and fear at the sudden reversal of roles. “Ms. Pembroke, no, please!” she protested weakly. But the authority in the woman’s voice was undeniable, and she found herself taking the shower head in her hand and moving onto her knees behind the woman.

“Now, darling, I want you to show me how well you can take care of me,” she instructed, patting her full ass cheeks in front of Sarah’s face. “Make sure I’m as clean as you are.”

Sarah felt a wave of nausea and humiliation wash over her, but she knew better than to disobey. She pointed the shower head at the woman’s ass with trembling hands.

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. Ms. Pembroke’s ass muscles quivered as she spread her legs wider, allowing Sarah to see everything.

“Deeper,” Ms. Pembroke urged, taking Sarah’s wrist and heling to push the showerhead further into her own anus. “Make sure it’s all clean for you.”

Cleaner for her? Sarah’s mind twisted at what utterly disgusting games they might be playing later, surely it could not be any grosser than this. She did as she was told, ushing the showerhead deeper inside the older woman’s opening, feeling it yield under the water’s pressure

“That’s it,” Ms. Pembroke gasped. “You’re doing such a good job. I’m usually too shy to do this with the women I date, but with you, it’s different.”

Sarah watched in horror and fascination as Ms. Pembroke’s torso expanded with the water inside her.

“Now, sweetheart,” Ms. Pembroke said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I want you to put your finger inside me, just like I did to you. Make sure I’m ready for you.”

Sarah’s hand shook as she reached out, her finger slipping into the warm, wet hole. She could feel the water inside Ms. Pembroke, and she began to move it in and out, mimicking the motions she had just experienced herself. The woman’s moans grew louder, and her hips began to buck against Sarah’s hand.

“Good,” Ms. Pembroke murmured. “That’s my good girl. Just like that.”

Ms. Pembroke soon moved to the toilet, expelled the water, flushed, wiped, and smirked at Sarah as she ordered her to do it all again.

“We should have no secrets from each other, my darling,” she smiled at Sarah. “No need to be embarrassed.” She traced her fingers around Sarah’s burning face and gently kissed her on the lips. Finally, after several more minutes, they were done.

“Now!” she turned brightly. “Now we are both nice and clean, why don’t we go upstairs?” She gripped Sarah’s hand tightly, and both naked females began moving toward the exit door.

Ms. Pembroke hummed as she reached for the key atop the door, well out of the short Sarah’s reach.

“Beauty before age,” she smiled, with her hand out, as Sarah looked at the staircase on the other side.

She nervously walked past and in front of Ms. Pembroke as she ascended the stairs, naked, water dripping from her body. She felt a wave of nervousness as the older woman’s hands roamed over her legs and buttocks.

Ms. Pembroke gazed tantalizingly at the glistening girl’s bottom as she walked up the stairs in front of her, her smooth, girlish genitalia briefly flashing with each step, stretching slightly as she climbed.

Sarah had to stop at the top. The door was secured with a firm lock, a lock code, and another key placed on top, beyond her small stature.

Ms. Pembroke opened it with ease, covering the code as she entered it, then unlocked the door and pushed Sarah out, patting her on the bottom.

“Now, let’s get some clothes on!”

Sarah stumbled slightly as Ms. Pembroke pushed her into the spacious upstairs, her face still aflame with embarrassment from the intimate bathroom experience. The house was a stark contrast to the utilitarian basement they had just left behind—she was now led into a plush bedroom with a large master bed, wardrobes, and elegant furnishings.

Ms. Pembroke opened a drawer and pulled out a red thong, yanking it up until it snapped against her hips, then slipped into a matching bra. She donned a silk robe that cinched at her waist, accentuating her ample cleavage and curvy hips. She looked like a queen surveying her newest conquest.

“Now, what should we dress you in?” Ms. Pembroke mused, placing her hands on her hips. “I have an idea. Do you know ... hmm, Teresa Palmer or Aliyah Muhamed?”

Sarah blinked, confused. “What?”

“Teresa is a year below you. You must have noticed her—red hair, bright blue eyes, lovely smile? No?”

Sarah tried to think but drew a blank. What did this have to do with anything?

“And Aliyah?” Ms. Pembroke continued. “Asian girl?”

“Err ... yes, Miss, I know Aliyah,” Sarah stammered.

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

Sarah hesitated. She pictured Aliyah—elegant, effortlessly beautiful, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling when she smiled. But why was she being asked this?

“Good,” Ms. Pembroke purred. “In that case, I have something you might like.”

She turned to a drawer, rummaging through its contents before pulling out a pair of tiny, light green satin panties. She ran her fingers over the fabric, admiring it for a moment before handing them to Sarah.

“Put them on.”

Sarah took the garment, trying to conceal her modesty as she slipped it on. The fabric clung to her damp skin, and the panties barely contained her, their lace trim tickling her inner thighs. Now that her crotch was clothed, she suddenly felt more exposed elsewhere, especially in front of the gown-clad Ms. Pembroke. She brought her hands over her nipples, the cool air causing them to harden into tight buds.

Mrs. Pembroke stepped closer, her own arousal palpable as she admired Sarah in the skimpy panties. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “You look absolutely delicious in those.” She brought her hand between Sarah’s legs, running a finger along the gusset. “Now, I want you to guess. Tell me whose panties you think these belonged to.”