Strapped Ch 02

When I was a young girl, a lot of things scared me. Bugs, Ghosts, Monsters and now as a young adult (not really a teen anymore) these things attract me. Aside from bugs, those are still icky. Mrs Higginbottom is one of the scariest things in my life and yet I find myself wanting more of her. Nevermind that she is a sexy teacher and she drives me crazy. As one would expect, the British woman taught the coloniser's language, that is English and I'm barely listening.

"Clark!" she catches on.

"Fix this sentence!" she asks so presumptively. I have no idea what's wrong with the sentence since I was just imagining being between her legs again. Images from last week remind me her pussy is clean shaved, smooth as butter when I was used as a cumrag. Miss Briggs who was there at the time also had a cleanly shaved pussy, yet mine is just slightly trimmed and still growing. These women make these things look so easy -- even in their late thirties. They look incredible, pristine and perfect. My teacher (Mrs Higginbottom) is a model and she doesn't even know it.

THWACK!

The class is startled by the sound of Mrs Higginbottom's ruler slamming the table. It dismantles the whispering that was going on.

"Are we dawdling again Clark, is this because you're thinking about rubbing your twat again," she snaps. The girls in class giggle some more, enjoying the mockery that my teacher feels the need to put me through.

"I'm sorry," I glance at the board. "I think that it's fine..." I say while shrugging my arms. Hoping maybe it's a test to see if I'm paying attention. Two things show me that I'm wrong, first is the louder giggles coming from the girls around me. The second is the grimace on the teacher's face, and even when she's mad she's hot.

"See me after class Clark!" she shouts and fills me with dread. I worry for the rest of the lesson that I'll get some super long detention or be sent to Miss Briggs office. I don't like disappointing her her seeing as she has been so nice to me. When class ends I saunter up after everyone has left. Mrs Higginbottom all but ignores me until I speak up.

"Ma'am, you said I should-"

"I know what I said Clark -- keep standing there," she ignores me and marks the class's homework. Not for a short time either.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

Two minutes.

....

Five whole minutes before she finishes marking all the English homework.

"What is your problem?"

"Ma'am I..."

"No, I'm serious. Clark, what is going on? This is what you got on the homework from yesterday."

She crumples up then throws the paper sheet where I wrote my homework at me. I fail to catch it and it falls to the ground. I kneel down to pick it up and unveil my lowly score of six out of twenty.

"Is it because you're thinking about putting your tongue right on my cunt lips?" she barks, "Or is it because you walk around with your skirt too high and you're way too focused on who can see your twat instead of if you can fix an improper sentence."

This is embarrassing and I can tell my performance has actually frustrated her.

"I'm sorry Mrs Higginbottom, I'll do better next time," I promise her.

"I'm sure you will, otherwise you'll have to do remedial classes. The greatest compliment you can give me Clark is passing my class. You understand me!?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"Good, now eat my cunt!" I quickly get on my knees as the woman pulls down her slacks. I can smell the musky scent of her wet pussy even before she's done pulling her pants off. Once they are gone I watch her spread her legs for me and grab my head. Her panties stay on, so I'm left to move them aside and get another taste of her sweet nectar. I lick it like it's candy and make love to her swollen clit. The sticky juices of her cunt attach to my cheeks creating a nasty cum trail when I raise my head for air.

"Ohh fuck, you are getting good at this...ahh just like that you dirty little rug muncher. You dirty little cunt licker, use your dirty whore tongue..."

Mrs Higginbottom has taken a liking to me, one that is a bit deeper than just being her cunt licker. The way she shows love is through discipline, it took some time but I can tell she is trying to help me. If she sees me slouching, she'll tell me; If I am doing something inappropriate, she'll scold me and if I dare fail any of her assignments, tests or homework exercises. I'll get a stern talking to before pleasing her for being a failure.

"Oh yeah, get your tongue in there. Deeper! Deeper!...I said deeper slut!"

I often have to apologise to the teacher in the next class for being late, and today she's particularly merciless. Making me wait a whole five minutes before getting to the subject at hand. I'm also learning to eat pussy just the way she likes it, since if I take too long to make her cum then I might miss a whole lesson. Putting me even further behind, so I work my tongue as best as I can.

The slow tentative licks of her clit are accompanied by deep forays into her pussyhole. Tasting the source of her pussy cream just drives me insane. I feel like I'm in heaven at times when I'm pleasing my sexy teacher. Mrs Higginbottom also wears glasses but only when she needs to read, she's not taken them off after marking. It's so seductive and this is the image that has me distracted in class while imagining the taste of my teacher. Lapping up droplets upon droplets of her pussy juices, I've been doing this for weeks and I can't get enough of it.

"Ohh...ohh there you ooh...go you fucking slut. There it is I'm going to cum, I'm going to fucking cum...ahh..." she growled.

Her voice only got coarser while her body and face got redder. The veins in parts of her neck and forehead are waiting to burst out as she's nearing her orgasm. I press on, sticking my tongue as far as it goes and tapping it against her g-spot. I know exactly where it is and I finally take her over the edge.

"AAH! FUCK YOU DIRTY BITCH! OH YOU DIRTY CUM DUMPSTER! KEEP YOUR FUCKING WHORE MOUTH OPEN...AHH AHH AHH OOH FUCK! YOU TASTE MY JUICES...ahh taste my juices...ahh taste my juices Gabi... ahh fuck! FUCK!" she says as she starts shivering.

My tongue sends small shockwaves as it taps her clit. I look like a dog having just finished eating a sloppy meal, my mouth is coated in her pussy cream.

As usual my teacher who is also my mistress drags me up. She does me a favour and licks my face clean while I shudder and quiver. Then finally she pulls me in for our traditional kiss, her tongue explores my mouth like mine explored her wet hole. We lock lips for a long time, and savour the unique combination of her pussy and our saliva. These moments are what kept me up at night furiously rubbing my clit, screaming the words, "Mrs Higginbottom!" and knowing there's no roommate to hear me.

After she had gotten her fill of my mouth, she then stares at me. I gave a shy smile before she lightly slaps my face.

"Get to your next class Clark," with that she lets me go and picks up her slacks. I fix myself and rush out trying to make it before I make my next teacher mad.

I do not make it in time to avoid Miss Taylor's anger and she is not one to take tardiness likely. She is a slender black teacher with short curly hair and a cute face.

From what I can tell she's one of the newer staff. She's much younger than the other teachers, being in her late twenties and teaches history or social science depending on your class. She's also rather muscular, her calves are always on show in the summer dresses she adorns. Her triceps and biceps are pronounced, but only if you are close enough to notice.

I find myself having to explain why I'm late without having a real explanation so I lie and say I got lost. It usually works however this time Miss Taylor is not having it and gives me detention.

It's my first detention and it's not really my fault. Although technically it is with the homework, I feel like Higginbottom has to take some of the blame. We serve detention at the end of regular lessons, unless you have some special class.

After lunch you just sit there for an hour whilst one of the teachers watches you or reads a book or most likely plays games on their phone. It kinda sucks yet I can't argue by saying I was eating my sexy homeroom teachers wet box.

I miss most of it when it comes to the actual lesson and after class my new friends surround me asking the same question.

"Why are you always late girl? I mean you know these halls better than I do and I've been here longer," Janine says with a laugh.

"Give her some slack, sometimes I get confused too," Harriet vouches.

"You always get confused," Haley chimes in... joking without changing her expression.

We laugh about it on our way to recess and that's usually where we talk about the going ons of life. The girls say they are planning a party -- a slumber party.

"Really, but I'm stuck here," I complain.

"Oh well you can apply for weekend leave right so long as a guardian signs the form," Harriet explains

"Well can your mom come in and do that or does it have to be my dad?"

"I don't know, I think anyone who is an adult can do it. Just confirm with the teachers," Janine adds.

"Okay, when and where do you get it done?"

"After lunch at the office is the only time you can apply."

My heart drops, I'd never had a slumber party and I want so badly to spend the night with my new friends.

"I got detention, remember..."

"Oh I forgot, well what do we do?" Janine asks

"I think you'd probably have to go straight to Principal Briggs."

"Yeah, Principal Briggs is nice, she'll help me."

The girls all glance at each other, before looking back at me.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just you said something hard to believe that's all," Haley speaks up. Barely paying attention to the conversation.

"What did I say that's wrong, Briggs is a nice person right?"

"She can be, she can also be pretty mean when she wants to be. Depending on her mood, sometimes I hear that she gives people detention for not greeting her when she passes," Janine surmises

"There's no way that's true, she's been good to me since we got here."

"Yeah, because you're new. New girls are always given special treatment until they stop being new girls then they become just like the rest of us," Janine counters

"That can't be true, Haley?" I turn, "Tell me that's not true?"

Haley shrugs, still indifferent to everything. I wonder what gets through to her but I don't have time to think about that. I'm screwed if I don't find a way to convince the headmistress to let me sleep away from school.

"Here," Harriet gives me a notepad.

"What's this for?"

"These are today's notes, from Social science... you're welcome BTW."

I give her a hug, "won't you need this?"

"Yeah, but I was actually in the class..."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

We break off when recess ends and we don't all meet again until lunch. This is when we say our goodbyes and I start looking for ways to skip detention or get in touch with Briggs to do so. I skip the opportunity to eat to go meet her in her office, when I get there I notice that her secretary is gone. Probably out for lunch as most people do. I have a sixth sense that Miss Briggs is still in her office, judging by the sounds I can hear from the other side. Call it a woman's intuition...

I knock on the door and listen in for a response. There are clear whispers from the other side. I knock again and finally I hear Miss Briggs say, "Who is it?"

"Miss Briggs, it's Gabi...Gabi Clark...may I come in and talk to you?"

I hear footsteps and the door unlocks and a topless Miss Briggs peers out. "Get in!" she says before pulling me in and locking the door again. It takes me some time to realise there's other people in the room as I watch her locking the door again.

I look to my left and see Fiona on her knees with her hands and feet tied up. Surrounding her are Mrs Higginbottom and Miss Taylor who both are only wearing harnesses around their bare naked butts. I don't know what the harnesses are supposed to be holding up until my imagination tells me it's a Strapon.

Mrs Higginbottom is the first to look back at me, "Annie, hurry up and bring that bitch over here!"

Mrs Briggs grabs my arm and holds it tight, not allowing me to escape. We move towards the three other women where I get my first order. "On your knees Gabi!"

I am not willing to make an enemy out of her so I get on my knees beside Fiona. She is dead silent throughout all of this, not even commenting when I entered. Her petite yet busty naked body definitely makes me like her a bit more as I take a quick glance. The way her features, particularly her dainty little arms and legs compliment her overall structure makes me look her way far longer than I'd like to admit.

"Over here cunt -- suck it," Orders Mrs Higginbottom. Always the first to act, she has me sucking a plastic cock. It's literally the first time I've ever done it so I'm not very good. "Clark, don't tell me this is another thing your whore mouth can't do. That orphanage didn't teach you good sentence structure or how to eat a pussy or suck a cock -- what did they teach you?"

"Joyce, you don't need to be so harsh on her," Miss Briggs defends me, all the while removing her skirt and panties.

"You need to stop being nice to these girls Annie, they need to be taught harshly. It's the only way they learn." Mrs Higginbottom follows up her words by firmly holding my head in place and face fucking me with the strapon.

"There's a balance to this Joyce. You're just mad she's not doing well in your class," The principal rightly pointed out.

"Is that why she was late to my class Joyce? You wanted to get yourself off for her poor performance," added Miss Taylor.

The bickering doesn't halt as the toy slides deep inside my mouth and gags me. I cough and choke. This is all new to me, my throat just won't tolerate anything that deep in my mouth. Of course, Mrs Higginbottom is not impressed.

"Can you be any more useless Clark, fine! Lets give you something you're more familiar with," she turns around and spreads her ass cheek. Revealing her winking asshole and pussy in one motion. "I want you to stick your tongue inside my bum hole. You can do that, can't you?"

"Um miss?" I say, in slight protest to this treatment.

"Oh get in there!" she says reaching back and pulling me towards it. I take a few slow licks just, hoping to skate by on that. To my surprise it's not that bad and her asshole tights up much more than her pussy does. "Ahh that's it, this is why you're a good whore... fuck yeah get that tongue in there. Taste it, ooh fuck!"

"Joyce, you need to slow down," Miss Briggs protested to the rough treatment.

Mrs Higginbottom scoffs, "Annie shut up. This bitch loves tasting my asshole," she lets my head go allowing me to come up for air, "You love eating my asshole -- say it!"

"I love eating your asshole ma'am," I say shamelessly.

"See Annie, she can take it and that's why she's a dirty cunt-licker. Lick my bum you dirty slut, horny fucking cow," with that she pulls me back in to suck it some more. "Ahh...fuck yeah. That's it, ohh you eat ass just as good as you eat cunt. Cheeky little minx, get in there and lick it...ohh fuck you've actually found something you're good at."

"You certainly have her attention Joyce, I'll give you that. I can barely get her to look at me when you're in the room. I did see her take a few cheeky glances at our adorable Fiona. Let's have our little girls kiss."

They don't waste time, as Mrs Higginbottom lets me go and Miss Taylor stops face fucking Fiona. Fiona is much more adept at having an object invade her mouth. In my side eye I can hear her gag but never let the toy slip out of her mouth. I wonder how long she's been involved with these three. How far does it go with them? Is the whole staff in on this lesbian domination of their students? How many students are involved?

As we are brought closer together, I note Fiona's messy face. From her mouth extending all the way down to her neck, she's covered in saliva. I imagine this is how I looked after I ate out Mrs Higginbottom earlier in the day, except it's her saliva rather than Mrs Higginbottom's cum.

"Don't keep us waiting, kiss each other!" Higginbottom orders. I think the whole room is shocked when both of us are reluctant.

"Oh, do I sense bad blood here?" asks Miss Briggs. Her people reading-skills are impressive. She realises that something is keeping us from doing it.

"What is it? Fiona? Gabi? tell your mommies what's got you two in a tiff?"

Fiona's frowns and so do I.

"I'm guessing you two met sometime these last few weeks, but I find it hard to imagine a fight happened without me knowing about it. Gabi? Fiona?" Mrs Briggs asks as she reaches down and starts undressing me. Removing my shirt and my bra

"Ahh... she said that I was a piggy and ahh...that they don't feed pigs like me at home!" I tell Briggs who is pleasantly groping my perky tits and pinching hard nipples.

"Okay, well Fiona, why did you say such mean things?" Mrs Briggs asks.

Fiona is also a bit distracted as Taylor fondled her chest as well. Going so far as to suck them over her shoulder. She doesn't respond and savours the pleasure being given to her by the muscular black teacher.

Mrs Higginbottom's patience reaches its breaking point, "Fiona if you don't tell us..." Higginbottom yells at her, breaking her resolve.

"I'm sorry! I got mad you were walking her to her room and giving her special attention. I thought I was your special little girl, you said you we're going to be my mommy." The way her voice pitchess up as she defends herself.

I am swooning on the inside. It's adorable and runs completely opposite of the person I'd met before. Special to witness a person go from mean to a little vulnerable girl.

Miss Taylor and Miss Briggs swoon audibly before Miss Taylor grabs her chin and gives her a kiss. Doing so without letting go of her breasts. "You'll always be our little baby girl, but you have to be nice to your new sisters. Do you understand?"

"I understand," she says with a nod and a smile.

"So are you two ready to make up with each other?" Miss Briggs asks.

"Yes mommy," Fiona chirps

"Yes ma'am," I reply.

"Kiss!" we lean forward, I have to hold her since her hands are still tied up. I taste her soft tongue and feel her lips rubbing against mine. Her little girl act and petite body heats me up. I think that I need to make this sexy sweet cutie cum in my mouth. It's Miss Briggs who has to pull us away from each other.

"Gabi, what brought you here. Did you need to talk about something?"

"Oh well, ma'am... I mean mistress, I wanted to ask that I get permission to sleepover at one of my friends house?" I try to match the adorable act by Fiona with my own.

Mrs Briggs leers at me, making me a bit shy. She then answers my question, "Gabi I wouldn't want to be harsh with you but as you know, you need your parents to come and sign you out. I can't with any certainty guarantee your safety otherwise."

I look down and take a deep sigh of disappointment. Fiona grabs my hand and holds it against her chest. "I'll spend the weekend with you Gabi -- we can have fun," she says in her cute tone. Still really contrasting her nasty abrasive attitude.

"You're such a darling Fiona, and since you two have become such good friends. I guess I'll have to cancel that detention I gave you." Miss Taylor announces.

I smile knowing that I'll not have to spend an hour in a room staring at a white board after my teachers were done with me.

"See that cheered her up. Now! Get your ass up and take your knickers off," Mrs Higginbottom wastes no time making her demands. I get off my knees and bend my ass over before removing a more reserved pair of tidy whities. "I see someone's learned some decorum in the underwear department; I guess you're not the whore I thought you were after all."