Chapter 17

The car window rolled down and Dr. Adams looked out curiously at the squatting girl. "What's wrong sweetie?" she asked.

Laura's face flushed with redness as tears welled up in her eyes. She looked down at her ruined skirt and the puddle that had formed underneath her. "I wet myself," she whispered.

"Well, just get in the car, and we'll dry you like before," Dr. Adams said.

"No," Laura slumped, her forehead resting on the door, "I really wet myself."

"Oh dear, I thought you were a big girl. Well, the skirt is ruined now. You might as well take it off and dry yourself with it before you get in my car. Of course, you could walk home. Your skirt would probably dry by the time you got back to your dorm," Dr. Adams told the squatting girl.

'I can't walk home like this!' Laura screamed in her mind. The young blonde had no other choice, so she quickly slipped the wet skirt off and used it to wipe up the excess liquid on her legs and crotch, before getting into the car.

"Don't bring that filthy thing in to my car," Dr. Adams said, pointing at Laura's soiled skirt. "Just leave it on the ground."

Laura hesitated then dropped the skirt to the asphalt, before Dr. Adams sped away. "Oh God, what will happen if one of the sorority girls finds my skirt," Laura gasped with horror.

"If you are so worried about it, when you get back to your dorm, just walk back here with a plastic bag and pick it up, while everyone is asleep," Dr. Adams told the fretful girl.

Laura heard a car horn and glanced at the car that had pulled up next to them. The Explorer was full of college age boys, staring and pointing at Laura. 'What are they looking at, ' she wondered, as she looked down. She squealed then clutched both hands over her bare sex.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Dr. Adams asked innocently.

"They are staring at my-my... pussy!" Laura gasped.

"You can't blame them dear, it is such a pretty pussy, they can't help but stare," Dr. Adams said, as she downshifted and left the Ford in the dust. "You should be proud of your plump little plum anyway. But, if you are still shy about it, take off your jacket and put it over your lap," the older woman chided the girl. "Sometimes I wonder what you think about with that blonde little head of yours."

Laura leaned forward and began to take off her coat. "Ugh!" she grunted, as she felt her sex penetrated. She looked down between her legs to discover the source of her violation. It was Dr. Adams hand!

"Ugh - What - ugh - are - ugh - you - ah doing - ugh - ma'am?" the young blonde gasped out between groans, as her sex was penetrated with her every word.

"I'm just keeping you covered, in case someone else drives by before you get your coat off," explained the older woman.

Laura laid her coat over her lap, while Dr. Adams continued to work her fingers into the squirming blonde's sex. Laura didn't bother to point out that her sex was now covered and it was okay for Dr. Adams to remove her hand. It was times like this that Laura got very confused about things. For instance, in some ways she considered Dr. Adams as a maternal influence, yet at other times she was a moody dominant lover. As usual, her confusion was made insignificant by the primitive urges of her betraying body.

A body that responded to the stimulation of her swollen folds by moaning and squirming in the leather seat, as her professor brought her dangerously close to orgasm.

"Who does this pretty little plum belong to sweetie?" Dr. Adams asked, withdrawing her fingers from Laura's sex and teasing her moist little nether lips.

Laura shifted uneasily in her seat, as she tried to press her pussy into Dr. Adams' teasing fingers. "I-I do-don't know, Momma Patricia," she stuttered.

"Well, the way you are pressing against my hand, it appears you want to give it to me," Dr. Adams said condescendingly. "Is that what you want Laura, to give me your pussy?"

"Ugh - yes," whispered Laura, bowing her head in shame.

Dr. Adams's lips broke into a crocodile's grin. "I'm sorry dear, what was that you said."

"I want to give it to you... my pussy... I wa- need it, ma'am," Laura begged.

Dr. Adams withdrew her hand from underneath the coat and lifter her finger to Laura's lips, while the blonde groaned in frustration. Laura knew what was expected and began to lick the pungent juices for the proffered finger, wincing a little as she tasted not only the wonderful flavor of pussy, but the slightly tangy remnants from her accident.

"But, why would I want your pretty pussy, when I already have one of my own, little girl?" Dr. Adams asked Laura, while the beautiful blonde dutifully licked the finger clean.

Laura didn't know what to do. Nor, did she understand this need within herself to submit to this woman. 'Is this what a sub is?' Laura wondered. 'Please, just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I just don't understand what you want.' Well, Laura did know that Dr. Adams seemed to like it when she acted like she was a child and her professor was her mother. She found herself trying to please this complex woman.

"Because, I need for you to have it mummy. My pussy gets all wet and leakie; and makes me a naughty girl. If it was your pussy, you could make sure I'm a good little girl," Laura said in her best little girl voice. 'God, did I just say that?' thought Laura, as she blushed with realization of what she had asked. Her moist sex practically thrummed with anticipation.

"I don't know sweetie, maybe you need to show it to mummy again, so I can see if I really want it."

Laura reluctantly removed the coat from her lap, exposing body once again.

"I can't see it very well like that dear," chided her teacher. "All I see is your skinny little legs."

'Oh God, I can't believe I'm doing this on the freeway," Laura thought, as she spread her legs widely, not daring to look out the window of the car.

Now Laura's plump sex was displayed openly for her teacher. Her pink swollen lips and her engorged clit stood out prominently from her moist denuded sex, advertising the obvious state of her arousal.

"The outside is very pretty Laurie, so sluttish, yet pure, but you are hiding the best parts inside."

Laura's fingers found her lips and spread her cunt lewdly for her teacher's leering stare.

"Put your feet on the dash sweetie, so I can get a better look at your little honey-pot," cooed the older woman.

Laura knew that anyone looking at the car would see her spread legs on the dash and know what she was doing, even if they couldn't see what she was doing; which practically every one could, due to the size of the small car. The young blonde exposed herself to her teacher's leering gaze and anyone who passed her, as she spread her feet on the dash of the car. 'I look like a slut - a sub slut, ' she thought.

"Ohhh... it is pretty and you've already gotten it wet for me you naughty girl." Dr. Adams took her panties out of her coat pocket and draped them over Laura's pussy and drew the silky fabric over her sex, teasing the girl. "Do you know what it means if I own your sluttish cunt little girl?" Dr. Adams warned.

Laura bit her lip and shook her head. Her state of arousal prevented her from speaking.

The older woman teased Laura's sex with the silken panties, making the poor blonde tremble with lust. "It means I could keep you aroused like this for days or I could see how many orgasms you could have. Maybe I would like it better if it were pierced or if it had my name tattooed on it. Hmmm... what if I decided it was too tight and I wanted to make it wider?" Dr. Adams warned. "Are you still sure you want to give me your pussy?"

In truth, Laura just wanted to cum. She had never been this aroused before and she was sure it would be glorious when the moment finally arrived. Tattoos, piercing, stretching - she had never thought about these things before, but when she pictured Dr. Adams's name tattooed on her sex, the very thought almost made her cum on the spot. "Yes mummy," she moaned, "I want to give my cunt to you!"

Using only the silky panties, Dr. Adams was teaching Laura how to submit. Slowly but surely, when Laura would spread her nether lips, Dr. Adams would stroke her with the silken undergarment. Little by little, fingers stretched delicate folds, until the girl was whimpering as her pussy twitched between her fingers.

'Oh yes, my sub slut, you are not even going to recognize yourself after today, ' Dr. Adams thought, as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. Soon they arrived at their destination and the professor had to make a quick right-hand turn to lose the SUV pacing their car and staring at wanton display of Laura's denuded pussy.

Dr. Adams pulled into a parking space at the mall and looked over at the gorgeous girl next to her. Laura's eyes were dilated and staring off in space, while her fingers slowly opened and closed the lips of her pussy. Each time the lips would close, her juices would gush forth and a small moan would escape from deep within the blonde's throat. The professor tried to summon every bit of anger and strength she could muster to resist the urge to worship the beautiful bare sex of her student. However, she had to have a little taste, because it had been far too long. She leaned over and kissed the blonde's plump plum, sucking the copious nectar that dripped from her sex, before tearing herself away from it and gazing into Laura's eyes. "That pussy is mine, all mine," Dr. Adam's said. "Do you understand me my naughty slut?"

"Yes, Mi-mummy," Laura answered, desperate to be kissed down below again.

"Laurie, do you remember when I said that I understood your problem with your leakie pussy and that it was nothing to be ashamed of?"

Laura gasped at the thought of Dr. Adams applying the breast pump to collect her sweet secretions. "Yes, mummy," she gasped, as her pussy grew even wetter.

"Well Laurie, mummy has her own -- well, here let me show you." Dr. Adams undid the buttons on her blouse and Laura looked on jealously at the older woman's large full breasts. Then noticed something strange, the cups of the strangely made bra had stains on the nipple area. Patricia opened the cups so that the nipple was exposed and Laura looked on with awe as fluid dribbled from the large swollen nipples.

Tears filled the older woman's eyes, as she reached over and stroked Laura's beautiful blonde locks. "Baby, mummy's other little girl died during childbirth. I've kept my milk going with the pump in case I was able to get my own girl. But, when I fixed the pump so that I could help you, mummy has been hurting and full." Patricia pinched her nipple, wincing as milk flowed down her breast.

Laura looked at the older woman in a new light. Not only was Dr. Adam's a beautiful and powerful woman, but she was someone who she could understand. Her eyes welled with tears, when she realized how much she loved Dr. Adams. She just had to think of a way to help ease her discomfort.

Laura leaned over and looked up hopefully at Dr. Adams, her mouth open like a little baby bird. "Mummy?" she said optimistically, in her best little girl voice.

"Oh sweetie-pie," Dr. Adams sighed, pulling Laura tightly to her breasts. "I love you baby, if only you could have been my little girl."

The young blonde took the nipple in her mouth and nursed contentedly from the breast. Dr. Adams stroked Laura's hair and back, as she began to lightly sing to girl. "Hush little baby don't say a word momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird." By the time she had repeated the lullaby, there in the deserted portion of the parking deck, her breasts were no longer so heavy and she had had a small orgasm from the stimulation from her breasts alone.

"Come on sweetie, mommy needs to buy you another skirt."

Laura woke up from dazed bliss with Patricia's nipple being pulled from her mouth. Soon her door opened and she was being led out by her hand. Laura felt like there was something wrong, something that she forgot, as she walked with Patricia to the entrance of the mall. Then she felt the cool air on her sex and suddenly it hit her. "I'm not dressed!" she exclaimed, pulling her green silk suit jacket down to cover the cheeks of her ass.