Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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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.