Strapped

We got back to school after having fun at the slumber party. Miss Briggs stands outside my dorm, most likely in anticipation of Deedee's arrival. I've mostly forgotten the events from Saturday night. Maybe that's why this feels like a fresh start.

I vaguely recall making out with Crystal, and a few fleeting moments where Haley looked down at me while I ate her pussy. Despite this, my hangover is unbearable today -- it seems the wine had more alcohol than we expected.

As I draw closer to the dorm, I notice that Miss Briggs has her eyes focused on me, her expression scrutinises my every move. I'm afraid that her motherly nature may see me as a threat or that Deedee just up and left without asking for permission.

Miss Briggs smiles, "I heard you and my daughter left for a slumber party."

I nod, and she rushes up to give me a hug.

"Oh, Ma'am. It's not something that special, I just wanted to be a good friend to her and not leave her all alone during the weekend," I partially hug her back.

"You two seem to get along quite well," she holds on to me and whispers in my ear, "Don't think I won't remember this when I'm eating that wet snatch of yours. You have no idea how much I love that you've become friends with my daughter."

Miss Briggs embrace is tight and her large breasts press against mine. We're roughly the same height. I feel a sense of warmth from her, not just her words but the way she holds me -- her closeness. It eases my hangover, and makes my pussy tingle.

After a few more moments of this, I hear Deedee's voice in the distance.

'Mom, Mom!" She calls out.

We break apart and we're both flushed.

"Mom, can you come help me with my luggage?"

She hurries to her daughter who looks visibly tired as she drags her two heavy suitcases, her small frame struggling with the weight. I follow Miss Briggs, primarily because her juicy ass allures me. I stare at it as I amble over to them. I can't help but feel a pang of anxiety at the thought of introducing Deedee to our unique lesbian fun. I didn't ask for permission from Miss Briggs to seduce her daughter.

The dread grows when Deedee's jovial attitude catches her mother by surprise. She's bubbly and jumpy. It's clear that Deedee is far happier than she usually is. I don't know if I should tell my mistress that I may have had some sexy fun with her innocent looking daughter.

"Deedee, you seem different. Did anything happen at the slumber party, I hope the girls didn't bully you,"

"No, we just ate her pussy and engaged in a naughty lesbian orgy," I think to myself.

Deedee rolls her eyes, "Nothing happened, Mom. I just had fun for once, I finally have friends who don't think of me as Miss Briggs' daughter, please don't ruin this for me."

I let out a sigh of relief, I'm thankful that Deedee seems uninterested in revealing the truth about our night. To be fair, she did express her loyalty to us when Harriet and the others questioned me bringing her. She didn't consume as much alcohol as we did, so perhaps her memory isn't as hazy. Either way, Miss Briggs backs off and quietly accompanies us to her room, where I leave them both.

I secretly hope they aren't discussing much of what happened this past weekend. While I don't remember much of Saturday night, I do remember what happened this morning.

These are fond memories, many of us were groggy as a result of the wine. Particularly Crystal and Devine who were out of commission all morning. The rest of us dealt with our slightly dazed state by drinking some water and coffee.

It helped, we had it with breakfast, simpler than the buffet from last night. I had some eggs and toast. Afterwards, we had to clean up the mess we made, which was just a drag. To fight the boredom, we continued our lesbian fun from last night.

It involved a lot of lewd sexual touching, teasing and kissing. I kissed Harriet for the first time today, she tastes like cherry. She likes slow open mouth kisses where we breathe into each other as our tongues dance together.

I felt her breasts and she felt mine, we're the same size but hers are slightly heavier than mine. She's playful and flirty, she smiles when you touch her and slants her head. Her curly red hair drapes to the side and her high freckled cheeks often make me want to kiss her soft lips just a bit more.

Just the same, my other close friend and now part-time lover Haley kept feeling me up, but she did it quietly. When we are alone, she'd corner me as I go fetch a mop or other cleaning supplies. She'd push me against the wall then press her whole body into me. She'd attack me with her mouth and bite my lip. Bite my neck and dig her short nails into the side of my body while I submit to her advances. I love her attention the most because it's the most similar to how my mistresses treat me.

The last of the trio, Janine isn't yet too comfortable with all the lesbian touching and fondling, it's fun for her but not a fetish of hers. She usually lets it slide but often isn't too interested in joining in on the fun.

Deedee probably had the most fun today, because every single girl has come to treat her like their plaything. They seem to be comfortable groping her small breasts and smacking her tiny ass. They often pick her up and tease her, with a kiss or a tickle. She's our little princess and throughout the day we kissed her all over her body. Even all at once, licking her the sensitive parts of her skin without undressing her. She came from that alone, so it's fair to say she's one of us now.

The memories of what occurred this morning are enough to get me all wet, but I've learned my lesson about showering while my room is a mess. I clean it up this time, before heading to the shower for a little bit of self service. I try to scrape whatever memories of last night that I can so that I get myself to cum. Haley fed me her hairy tight pussy, with the cream dripping from it into my mouth. I can still taste the tangy salty taste of my tall and beautiful goth queen.

I shudder at the thought of her looking like that, with tattoos and dark makeup. It sends shockwaves coursing throughout my body and just as my orgasm is about to hit I hear a bang at the door. The loud knocks pull me out of it and I am once again forced to stop my shower early as the loud banging continues.

"Just a few seconds," I call out as I scramble out of the shower.

I'm annoyed that I just got interrupted at the best part. Whoever it is, better have a good fucking reason for being here and banging my door. I towel myself off quickly and put on a robe before running to unlock the door. I plan on telling off whoever is on the other side but after I open the door, my grimace is short lived. Everything I plan to say leaves my mind and all I can say is.

"Mistress!" With trepidation.

Mrs Higginbottom stands at the door next to Miss Taylor. They're wearing trench coats and holding their normal demeanors. Mrs Higginbottoms consistent look of disgust and Miss Taylors ever present look of resilience. They never really smile, aside from when they're abusing me. Judging by their looks, that's what is about to happen.

These are two teachers I don't want to ever mess with, yet it turns me on when I do. I'm a bit scared that they're here, like I did something wrong. They eye me up and down, seemingly in appraisal.

"Gabi," Mrs Higginbottom breaks the silence, "Annie sent us here to reward you for being a good little teacher's pet,"

She walks past me and stands in front of my bed, not needing my invitation. I turn and hear Miss Taylor shut and lock the door. She goes and stands next to her.

"So we made preparations for tonight, you won't be attending dinner with the other girls. We plan on feeding you our nice wet twats then fucking that tight pussy of yours before taking you out for dinner. Sounds good?"

I'm speechless, then my jaw drops when they remove their trench coats and reveal their sexy latex dominatrix attire. It wraps so well around them, hugging and squeezing their skin. The material emphasizes their big breast, both a few inches larger than mine. They each wear a black sheer corset accompanied by black sheer cotton stockings with no panties so their shaved cunts are on full display.

Miss Taylor smiles at me as my eyes glance down at her black pussy. She takes slow steps and moves behind me, caressing my neck as she does so. She kisses the back of my neck causing me to moan. Her sensual touching and teasing has me on edge. That familiar tingle from Miss Briggs is brought back by her gentle toying of my neck.

Mrs Higginbottom asked me a question which I have yet to answer, so the first thing she does is slap me on the face. I look at her with a whimper, "I asked you a question you slut, does that sound good to you? Do you want to be our little play thing tonight? Do you want be fucked by our toys and be a little cunt-licking slut?"

"Yes Mistress, oh yes I do. I do so very much, please do whatever you want with me," I whine.

"Hmm, good girl, give me your tongue," she says with a grin.

Her smile is just as gorgeous as her burning scowl. It often feels like the only time she ever smiles is when she dominates me. I present my tongue to her and she promptly sucks it like a cock. I gasp and my body tenses up as these two ladies start to overwhelm me with pleasure.

"She's a sexy one Joyce, a real hottie," Miss Taylor sticks her hands down my robe and feels for my pussy which is hot and sensitive. Most importantly it's still wet, even after towelling it, it's just got a new coat of my pussy juices.

"Wet already, you naughty girl, how about you come here and eat some of Mommy's pussy while Joyce pounds that cunt. You ready to be fucked?" she asks.

I can't nod any faster, my body is theirs now.

Mrs Higginbottom shoves me down to the floor and drags me to the edge of my bed. I crawl to Miss Taylor who is sitting on the bed with her thick powerful black thighs open and her meaty wet cunt presented to me. Mrs Higginbottom shoves my face into my black teacher's pussy and I start eating it like a pet. I devour it like a hungry animal and Miss Taylor moans in delight then laughs.

"Oooh she is a good pet, eat that pussy, eat it good Gabi. Make sure you get your tongue right in that cunt. Right there, ooh fuck, you bitch!"

The teacher appreciates my pussy eating skills, and behind me I feel the familiar hands of Mrs Higginbottom. She caresses my ass then unwraps my robe. She massages my exposed ass, and slides her hands over my hips. Sne appreciates my curves, and runs her nails against my sides causing me to shiver in excitement. My ass shakes in anticipation, hoping that more will come from the incessant teasing.

She licks her longest finger then stabs my pussyhole with it, it's invasive at first. I don't expect it but I get comfortable with the sensation of her finger fucking my pussy with her long fingernails. My pussy is tight, but I want more. I want her to finger fuck me hard. That's how turned on I am, just the thought of being filled up with her long sexy fingers is enough to make me speak up.

"I can take more Miss," I say into Miss Taylor's pussy.

An outcry for her to stuff her fingers inside me. However, Mrs Higginbottom is content just teasing me. Instead, she responds to my cries for more, by sticking her tongue on my asshole.

I've never had anything lick or go in there. Based on past experiences, I'm sure my asshole is something they'll be looking to pry open and shove their cocks in. If it's anything like the satisfying feeling of getting my asshole tongue fucked then I'll take it. The pleasant feeling of just having both my holes teased, it's driving me crazy. The agony for an orgasm is excruciating, and I can't stop fidgeting in a bid to get more of her tongue or finger inside me.

Mrs Higginbottom shows once again that she's a sexual expert, she's slow and methodical in her teasing of my holes. Her tongue rubs around my anal ring until I relax and the moment I do it pushes right in. It feels so incredible when it just pushes straight into my tight virgin asshole. It's so good that I almost take my mouth off Miss Taylors pussy -- Almost.

I know better than to stop eating the cunt in front of me. Mrs Higginbottom smacks me, and Miss Taylor would probably do the same. Her arms are so much more muscular compared to Mrs Higginbottom. Her legs too. She could squash me with them. I'm definitely afraid she'll hurt me if I stop. She looks like a former track star, the veins and toned skin suggest she's at least invested plenty of time in fitness.

Her presence is just as intimidating as her body, she has a strong sense of duty. It shone through when I first attended her class. She's also glistening with sweat as I eat her meaty wet cunt. Her pussy is similar in texture to Miss Briggs and tightens up when I stick my tongue in it as well. Miss Taylor starts tugging my hair in an effort to make my tongue go deeper inside her. She uses her other hand to keep her balance so she can watch me suffocate on her pussy.

My face burns red due to the lack of oxygen. I spend several minutes just swallowing her cunt juices, while Mrs Higginbottom loosens my tight asshole.

Miss Taylor gasps and moans but never cums. I get slightly worried that my technique, while better than before, isn't good enough for her. I whimper, hoping she'll finally break. That she'll cream in my mouth, and I desperately want it that my expression goes from pleasant smile to outwardly depressed.

"Don't worry child," she says after catching my sullen look, "I don't cum from getting my pussy ate, but keep eating it. I do love making you horny teens eat my pussy, it's a shame really that more of you aren't interested in the charms of the fairer sex. Maybe it's too good for everyone to indulge in, but trust me when I tell you that I can turn anyone into my pussy eating bitch."

I am relieved and even impressed that Miss Taylor is such a dominant woman. It renews my effort to eat her as much and as deep as I can. I stick my tongue out more and try to dive deeper. Mrs Higginbottom uses another one of her fingers to fuck my cunt. I'm now being finger fucked hard by two of her digits and with each stab of my cunt I push my tongue deeper into Miss Taylor.

"Ahh ooh that's it bitch, you're getting it. Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper!" She grunts.

"This girl is definitely my favourite pussy eating bitch, what do you think Tracy, my turn?"

Miss Taylor doesn't respond. She pulls my mouth off her pussy with a trail of juices left behind. The two get up, and Mrs Higginbottom feeds Miss Taylor the two digits that were just stuffed in my cunt. She savours them, and moans as she does so. I watch the black vixen close her eyes and taste my juices like they were the greatest meal on earth. I'm wide-eyed, I even gasp as they start to kiss each other. Sharing the taste of my pussy, while I watch on all fours. Their kissing would have been enough to drive me crazy, but it's more than that. I can feel drops of my cum dripping down my leg as I just watch them. They stop, and smile at each other before Mrs Higginbottom takes her place and I'm back to being in between her legs. This pussy I am familiar with, having eaten it the most.

If ever there is a time I can influence Mrs Higginbottom, it would be when my tongue eats her cunt. I know everything there is to know about it. Where her clit is, the most sensitive spot, the taste, the texture and what the different sounds mean. Her gasps mean that's where you should focus, her whines mean you shouldn't have moved or stopped. Her anger means, you're not even close and you need to keep looking.

"Yes Gabi, Oh fuck you rug muncher. Eat my twat you cheeky little minx. Oh fuck, right there, right fucking there."

I am in my element when eating out Mrs Higginbottom, even though I've done this so many times. It still fills me with life, and it's like a game. How will I make Higginbottom squirm?

As I start to get into my stride, she shifts to her side and places her boot on her back. It arches my back, and it's a signal. A sign of what's to come. It's the feeling of a wet plastic object pressing against my pussy.

"Oh!" I gasp.

I should have known, and expected this. They had their toys with them when they entered. I haven't noticed because they look so sexy, even more so when they took their coats off. My pussy resists, just a bit. My cherry was popped only some weeks ago, my pussy although dripping just won't let Miss Taylor in. It frustrates her.

Smack!

I flinch.

"Bitch, are you still tight? Don't you ever finger yourself?"

"Oh calm down Tracy, she's not used to things being inside that snatch of hers. There's a reason she's got such a pretty pink pussy. Just tease her a bit, she loosens up after a while."

Miss Taylor grabs my ass cheeks and starts lapping up my clit. She's soft with her tongue but hard with her fingers. They dig into my soft flesh with her tongue doing the exact opposite, it's patient and gentle. It eases me up and I start getting wetter, enough that it drips onto her tongue. The same tongue that makes love to my swollen clit.

"Oh, you're doing a good job there Tracy. She's losing some of her concentration on my pussy, I can tell," Mrs Higginbottom smirks.

I look up at her, with my mouth wide open and my tongue on her clit. Trying to ignore the wet laps of my clit from Ms Taylor's wet tongue. The black woman certainly has had many years of experience licking clits and eating pussy. Probably a majority of that time has been spent pleasing Mrs Higginbottom and Miss Briggs. She's right about losing concentration, that I'm struggling to keep up my work with my mouth. Not to mention.

SMACK!

The smacks on my ass as she does so, it's a lot to keep control off. Suddenly, Miss Taylor sticks her tongue inside me, and my spine tingles. I finally break, I stop licking my Mistress, and surprisingly Mrs Higginbottom doesn't even yell.

"Oh, she's not used to that, Tracy. Keep going," she urges on. Caresses my hair and cheek. Letting me enjoy the pleasures of a tongue fucking. I could barely keep my position much longer, it's the fact Miss Taylor has such a long tongue. I only noticed when it got rather close to my g-spot. I start bucking my head back into her, trying to desperately get her to go deeper.

Mrs Higginbottom gets up and lets me focus on it, the addictive feeling of a tongue stretching me open. I even reach back and pull on my teacher's braids. Trying to keep her going, she smacks my hand away. Clearly asserting that she's in control and I am just watching this go on. I love that she's so dominant like Mrs Higginbottom. I love that she has no concerns for my own pleasure, and that tasteing me is for her own. I spread my ass cheeks, even though I am one of those girls whose ass spreads open when they bend over.

I try to give her as much access as I possibly can, and it helps as I run into an orgasm, "I can't... Ma'am, I am about to cum."

"Go on then baby, cum for momma!" she says. I let out a small scream, and my legs quiver. My head falls forward onto the mattress and I enter bliss. I can barely hear anything other than my heart beat, and breathing. Heavy pants, go on and on before the familiar feeling of a strapon pressed against my pussy.

"You're ready, I can't tell," Miss Taylor says out loud. Having gotten in position, she pushes her toy straight into me. I'm not in any condition to stop her, and my sensitive pussy only wants her to push in more. Miss Taylor grunts as she grabs my waist and slams to the hilt.

"AHH!" I gasp. Nothing so big has ever been inside me before, it feels so fulfilling. Like it belongs there, my cunt lips wrap around it. When it pulls out, I won't let it and it causes my pussy-hole to somewhat stretch out with it.