Sheila Scones First University Day Pt 02

Authors Notes:

It is strongly recommended to first read Sheila Scone's University Day (Part One).

Content Warning/Disclaimer:

This work of fiction contains explicit sexual content and explores themes involving power dynamics, including the potential abuse of power. All characters depicted are consenting adults over the age of 18. However, if you are sensitive or triggered by scenario involving manipulation, coercion, or imbalance authority in intimate settings, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this story.

Sheila Scone's First University Day

Part Two

Sheila and Mr. Bump penetrated the dimly lit office. The mysteriously handsome teacher slammed the door behind them, and rapidly threw his worn out briefcase behind his desk, as if in a hurry.

Sheila still could not process what had happened back in the classroom. The window in front of her was wide open, and she could feel the wind coming in. The sensation of her drenched clothes on her skin went from a lukewarm wetness, to a cold and uncomfortable tickle. Her nipples were so hard, she was afraid they would tear the thin fabric of her now translucent shirt. Her tall rain boots were still full with her own urine.

She was filled with a mix of shame and excitement. What was he going to do? It seemed that he was going to help her get clean or something, but now he was just facing the window in a nervous, stiff posture, like he was trying to hide something from her.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bump. This has never happened to me before. I just...I missed the bus, and I had to run during the peak of the storm. I didn't have time to use the bathroom, and I didn't want to miss your class. I've heard so much about your awesome science class, please do not kick me out for this incident. It will never happen again." She ended that sentence with a sob. She couldn't be more pathetic.

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that." he replied as he turned away from the window. He was now facing her, looking at her tall wet figure, up and down. The bottom half of the teacher's body was hidden behind a desktop chair. His cheeks had turned pinkish, and some sweat was starting to pearl on his forehead, at the hairline. His breathing seemed a bit difficult for some reason.

"Oh no!" Sheila cried "No, no, no.... I can't be kicked out from science 101 on my first day! My parents will be so furious, I fear they will punish me! Please! How can I apologize and redeem myself properly?"

"Oh no, Sheila! I mean... I wouldn't be so sure it won't happen again. The incident...Sheila...I want you, I mean...I want you in my class. But what happened today...that was... phenomenal!" Mr. Bump whispered that last word.

The young lady immediately stopped sobbing. She was now confused and strangely juicier at the crutch than before, even though the wind was still blowing in her direction.

"Oh Sheila...don't you get it? You illustrated to perfection the topic of my class: the cycle of water through the body. It's like you and I... we were in symbiosis! This deluge coming out of you, it's the greatest gift anyone has ever given to me. Even my wife can't please me to this degree. I wish she could learn from you, actually...Sheila...Oh God. The things going through my mind!" His voice became louder and insisting. "Have you ever been with a man before?"

"No, Mr. Bump. I have not. In the past, I was really focused on school and grades, you know. I wanted my first time to be with someone I felt truly connected with. But it's harder and harder to resist the temptation. I mean... I notice certain men...a lot... and men notice me back. Whenever certain men tell me to do something, I feel like they control my mind a little. I just can't help myself, I have to obey, I have to please them. I don't know why." Sheila innocently replied.

Mr. Bump then rolled the office chair away from him, leaving nothing between himself and the soiled girl. Sheila's eyes dropped. The shape in the teacher's slacks was unmistakable now, a heavy swell pressing against his thigh, bold and hard. It pulsed, just slightly, like it had a rhythm of its own. She was salivating. She took a few trembling step towards him, liquid shifting inside her boots with a muted slosh.

The scent hit him first: warm, sharp and unmistakably human. It was raw and intimate, just like sweat. It filled his nose, curled into the back of his throat. "Oh Sheila..." He began. His dick pulsed again. "Your boots must be full of your delicious juice. I want you to pour it on my pants. I want to feel like I peed myself too, this way I can connect with you more deeply.

Another deluge was coming out of her, but this time gooey and bubbly, like translucent lava erupting out of her vagina.

The obedient student clumsily took her wet foot out of her boot, her sock drenched in pee. She grabbed the boot by the bottom and let the entire content fall on Mr. Bump's pulsating crutch. "Oooooohh YEAH!!" He screamed "Now I want you to empty the other one on my head. I want to be soaked in your juices." His pants were about to rip open. Sheila executed her teacher's orders. The liquid fell on his gorgeous salt and pepper hair, splashing on his shirt and the furniture around. Urine was leaking from his forehead, down his nose, to his mouth. His eyes closed, he licked his lips voraciously, desperate to taste Miss Scone's pee.

Mr Bump's pants button was catapulted into the air with a pop. "OH SHEILA! Oh my God... do something about this, I'm about to exPLODE!" he urged as he grabbed her hair and forced her head against his thigh. She was only a few centimeters away from his pulsating mound. Each throb made the zipper pull twitch downward. The woman's vulva, thighs, and the floor beneath her were now completely lubricated.

A primal energy possessed Sheila at that moment. With her hand she pulled her teacher's pants and underwear down. She rubbed her face and cheeks against his moist cock, like a sweet little kitty. The mix of his smell with her urine's was intoxicating. She then put her mouth on his tip and let her saliva leak down his shaft. And very slowly she moved her head up and down, swallowing his whole length. Mr. Bump's legs were shaking uncontrollably.

He then grabbed her by the hair again and violently pulled her away. "You naughty thing! It's way too early to finish... we could do so much more than that!" His tone was now angry. "Is anyone expecting you home? We should pay my wife an unexpected visit. I could teach you both a lesson! What do you say?"

"Well..." she replied with a shake in her voice. "I suppose I could call my parents, and say... uuhm.."

"I know!" He interrupted. "Just give me your phone, I'll call them."

The well behaved girl granted his wish and gave him her cell phone. He then searched through her contacts and pressed "Mom", waiting for an answer.

"Hello Mrs. Scone! Yes! It's Mr. Bump, I am your wonderful daughter's science teacher at Saint-Shimwyn."

Sheila couldn't control her hunger anymore. She wanted to devote her whole life to her teacher, obey him and please him until he could take it no longer. Mr. Bump's pants were still down and he was now sitting on the chair, in a puddle of mixed liquids. On all fours, she walked under the desk and grabbed his cock with her mouth.

"LisTEN, I am cAAAAlling because, AAAAAHH..... I need her to help MEEE with AN important... oh my GOODD... science PROject that takes place at mYYY HOUSe."

Sheila was now using maximum suction, shifting her head up and down, until the tip of his penis started penetrating her throat.

"Yes, I KNOOWW it's only her first day, but... OOAAAH! Sheila is THAT amazing at SCIEEENNCCEE."

Gurgling and gagging noises could be heard in the background.

" OOOOh!! OOOh! O! Don't expEECT her home too sOOON! It will probably take AAALL afternoon... and mayBE.... part of...the....evening... AAAAHH, AAH, Ah... and night, UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"

Mr. Bump dropped the phone. His cum surged into Sheila's mouth in hot, pulsing waves. She didn't stop. She held him deep, lips sealed tight, swallowing greedily. Her throat worked to keep up, but it was too much. A small gasp escaped her, and a warm tickle escaped through her nose as she coughed around him. The poor famished girl. Her thighs trembled beneath the desk. A large, glistening puddle had formed under her.

Letting go of her teacher's delicious genitals, Sheila attempted to stand up, but she slid in her own slippery juices, and fell on her ass, legs spread out.

Mr. Bump could see her white undies, all soiled. Some wet pussy hair sticking out. He was relieved and mad at the same time. How did she dare finishing him that way? That's not what was supposed to happen. She needed to be punished. He suddenly came up with a brilliant idea. He grabbed his now softened dick and started urinating all over her: from her head, to her white shirt. For a moment he was aiming at her nipples. He wondered if the pressure would harden them even more. He then aimed his cock at her underwear. Mr. Bump had a pretty strong stream. Sheila gasped, her body tensing in an unexpected manner. The sensation was all-consuming.

"OOOOOOOOOOOh...ohhh oh my god, YES! YEEES! I think...I think I'm coming... I'M COMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

It built rapidly until it tore her with a pulsing rush. Her thighs quivered, as a warm flood of release soaked through the thin cotton of her underwear. She could feel it trickling between her legs, the fabric no longer able to hold anything back.

How was that man so talented, that with just his pee and his deadly accurate aim, he could make her climax? The shame she'd once carried was gone, replaced by something raw and powerful. For the first time ever, she didn't feel like she had to hold back.

The entire floor was now covered in all sorts of bodily fluids. The school's janitor was going to have a pleasant surprise tonight when he would visit the office for a daily clean up.

Hand in hand, Sheila and Mr. Bump left their mess behind, once again, walking the corridor of Saint-Shimwyn in their soiled clothes. Nothing could stop them. Naughtier and filthier adventures were awaiting.