Greta Spanks Young Teacher

The story takes place in 1957 and is a continuation of part 1. All characters are over the age of 18

I was in panic mode as the clock in my room struck 8 o'clock. It was now dark out and I had nowhere to go because Vivian my stepmother had convinced my dad not to allow me to have access to my car. She told him that he was doing me an immense favor by cutting off my allowance and making me grow up. Growing up is one thing but being vulnerable to the perverse sexual desires of an old dyke bitch was something else.

I had locked my door after the evening meal and hoped it would be enough to prevent Greta from entering my room as she had threatened to do earlier in the day. Maybe she would realize that I had absolutely no desire to be in her presence let alone being touched by her. I kept saying to myself just show her a little pushback and she'll get the hint and leave me be but no such luck as I saw the door knob start to turn it was Greta smiling at me as she twirled what looked like a key on a metal chain. That evil old bitch entered my room and shut the door in back of her and turned the key locking us both inside. Not saying a word she then started to unbutton her black granny dress one piece at a time until she let it drop around her waist and then Greta stepped out of it until she was only wearing a pair of plain white panties and bra, she didn't even have the decency to wear a garter belt or stockings.

"Get out, I'm not having sex with you."

She only smiled at me as she unhooked her bra exposing her saggy old tits letting the garment fall to the floor, next she put her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly took them off and tossed them over to where I was sitting on my bed. I wanted to throw up as I saw Gretas wild untamed tangle of pubic hair but then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was still the same mass of hairs that I rubbed with earlier today. Oh my God what is wrong with me. I kept telling myself to get a hold of yourself your not a pervert, your not.

Without thinking I bolted toward the door and in the process I pushed Greta so hard that she fell backwards landing flat on her naked ass. but just as I got to the door to escape I felt her boney fingers on my ankle. That's when I kicked her in the head, Greta screamed out in pain as I kept up my attack. I now was no longer trying to flee but instead I was gleefully watching that perverted old bitch struggling to avoid my foot as I continued to kick her, big mistake.

My fight with Greta started going downhill as her hand grabbed the bottom of my night robe and used it to pull me down to the floor. It soon became a tug of war as I was determined not to let that beast drag me down but in the end I lost my balance and the two of us were now a tangle of naked arms and legs. It didn't take very long before she succeeded in removing my robe leaving me dressed only in a very sexy purple nightie with black trim. Why did I wear this, why didn't I wear flannel pajamas why why why. I didn't because I'm a tease and I like slutty looking lingerie and now I'm locked in a room with an old lesbian pervert who intends to rape me.

Greta finally managed to rip off the top of my nightie exposing my perfect pear shaped breasts. She was now crazy with lust as she dragged me by my hair back to the bed and then tossed me over her naked lap.

Whack, Whack, Whack she was spanking my ass now with a vengeance the only protection I had was my silk purple panty but that soon was yanked down around my thighs as she had her way tanning my naked ass red. When she was satisfied that my resistance had melted away just like my tears she put me back over the bed and then laid down next to me. Her leg was between my own gently spreading my legs apart.

"Don't, please don't touch me like that."

My pleas for her to stop fell on deaf ears as placed the palm of her hand over my panty covered crotch and started rubbing me. At first it was slow but she soon increased the tempo as my breathing changed. To my total shame I could now feel a warm dampness start to wet my panties.

"Please no no no no no, oh God No."

Greta was now using her index finger to push the thin silk fabric deep into my wet pussy. She went deeper and deeper and would then stop just to watch my hips searching for her hand. When she was satisfied with my debasement she would then restart finger fucking me all over again until I gasped out my orgasm just as my legs closed tightly around her hand. Her mouth was now glued to mine as my lips willingly parted allowing her tongue to ravage my own.

Greta finally stopped her assault and pulled down my soaking wet panty and tossed it on the floor. She then ordered me to climb on top of her pussy to hairy pussy. Her legs were wrapped around my hips. She didn't need to tell me what to do as I fucked her and fucked her until she was spent and exhausted but me I didn't stop grinding my pussy into hers until my own powerful orgasm happened. After that I collapsed ontop of her wanting more that's when I realized that something inside of me was changing.

Six months later.

I was fucking the old bitch again as I always did but this time I closed my eyes and imagined that it wasn't Greta under me but Susan Danford that cute sexy 18 year old teenager in my history class. She was fighting back begging me to stop.

The End?