The chattering of my fellow uniformed students filled the air, as they all filed in an undulating sea of purple towards the dining hall for lunch. My own stomach growled as I remembered, for the first time, that having missed dinner last night and been unable to stomach breakfast that morning, it had almost been a full day since I'd eaten anything. But marching against the flow of my fellow schoolgirls in the opposite direction, Ms. McLaughlin far enough away from me as to not arouse suspicion, but close enough that I was constantly aware of her presence, I knew that what I'd be eating that afternoon was a world away from the fine cuisine I was used to and hoping for...
The crowds walking in the opposite direction thinned as we travelled across the playing fields further away from the dining hall and closer towards the collection of buildings that comprised the PE department of Greenbrier Academy. Including Ms. McLaughlin's office, which I had no doubt in my mind was where we were headed so that she could, in her words "fuck me so good". Thinking on this, my eyes were involuntarily drawn to her rear, the tightness of her spandex shorts highlighting the curve of her arse, and no doubt sealing in the flavours arising from both the powerful heat of the day, and her own arousal from her treatment of my friends' naked bodies on the roof, and anticipation of how she was about to be able to treat me... The vivid memories of my previous close encounter with what lay beneath those tight sports shorts allowed them to fall away, revealing the wrinkled and dark tanned arse of the old woman slightly in front of me. Likewise, the full flavour of her arousal filled my mouth as I remembered being forced to run my tongue deep inside the folds of her old cunt, and taste the earthy tang of her wrinkled arse.
I shook the image of her naked behind from my mind's eye, however much in vain I knew it to be. For moments later Ms. McLaughlin was pulling open the door and gesturing for me to enter with a sick twisted grin on her face. Resigning myself to the unavoidable fate, I stepped forward but quickly released a sudden yelp as I felt her playfully slap my arse as I passed her. Her voice cackled behind me as the door slammed shut. All I could do was sigh and slowly plod forward down the hall towards her office, destined for another horrifying session of satisfying her sexual desires...
Ms. McLaughlin's office was one I had gotten to know very well over the years, through my involvement in the various sports teams during my time at Greenbrier. Like most rooms at the school, the walls were a darkly stained wood, while the carpet was trademark Greenbrier purple. Pushed up against one wall was a dark leather chesterfield settee, facing a low coffee table. Katie's face was smiling up at me from the front page of the Greenbrier Academy Chronicle as Head Girl. Feeling a twinge of shame after the events of the roof, I quickly turned my face away to the opposite wall. There was fixed a cabinet of extensive trophies and sporting photographs throughout the years. Of course, there was one that caught my eye. At first glance one would be forgiven for thinking that the gorgeous cheerleader in the picture was me. Her winning smile and toned youthful body was indistinguishable from any still which may have been taken of my own routines. Yet the old fashioned uniform and black and white grain of the picture were the only two factors which betrayed the fact that the young cheerleader in the picture was not me, but rather my grandmother, taken from her own time at Greenbrier Academy all those years ago. In fact, the cheerleading squad here was her own idea, thought up to entertain American soldiers stationed in the nearby village during the Second World War. The popularity of the American sport, both with the spectators and the performing girls, was such that it had been made a permanent fixture of life at the English Greenbrier and had allowed me to follow in her footsteps, all these years later, as captain of the squad myself. The picture, which normally filled me with so much pride, today only filled me with shame, knowing what I had done and what I was about to do.
The click of the office door locking behind me snapped me back into reality, as Ms. McLaughlin also must have noticed me staring at the photo.
"She really does look like you Victoria." Ms McLaughlin noted. "I must have lost count of the number of times your sexy little cheerleading routine had gotten me all worked up, and I'd have to rush back to my office to relieve the pressure, staring at that picture as if it was you."
She breezed past me now, and sat perched on the edge of her large wooden desk.
"But I don't have to pretend anymore." She continued. "I'd dreamed about it for so long, the day that I could finally cum in your sexy little mouth, feel the softness of your young toned body, the tightness of your little holes."
I shifted nervously, feeling my stomach tighten. Holes? The idea of her actually penetrating me at all was frighteningly sick enough. But holes plural? That filled me with a whole new rising sense of terror...
"Oh god and you in your gorgeous little cheerleading costume." Her eyes had glazed over now, seemingly lost in her fantasy. "Oh I can't wait till I get to see you in it, tear it off you, and fuck you silly, my sexy little cheerleading Baby."
She suddenly seemed to snap back to reality as she realised I was in her clutches right then and there as a wide smile spread across her wrinkled face. "But why focus so much on the future?" She grinned. "Mummy will be fucking her baby in her cheerleader outfit soon enough, doesn't mean I can't enjoy fucking her in her schoolgirl outfit just now."
Springing off the desk with a slight bounce, the distance between us vanished in an instant as she grabbed my arse with both hands and pulled me in tight for a sloppy tongue twisting kiss, her nails digging into my cheeks as she squeezed. I could feel her tongue excitedly probing every inch of my young mouth. Seemingly feeling my own reluctance to the kiss, she pulled apart, a long string of spit spreading between my full red lips, and her own thin purse. Grabbing my arms which had been firmly planted on either side, she pulled me in even closer, so I felt her breasts squeeze against my bra less own, the thin fabric of my blouse doing little to protect me from feeling everything with my chest. She then took my hands, reaching them round behind her and slipping them inside her shorts, inside her panties even, then tightening them around the bare flesh of her wrinkled arse in a squeeze mirroring her own.
"Kiss your Mummy properly Baby." She huskily moaned as I whimpered at the feeling of her arse beneath my hands. "Let me feel your wet tongue in my mouth as you squeeze my sexy arse, feel how wet my pussy is? Oh god that's where your tongue's going next... Fuck! You turn me on so much!"
And with that I felt the old woman's lips push once again against my own, her tongue breaking the barrier of my lips to probe unrelenting inside my mouth. With no other choice I grimly returned the favour, my own tongue hesitantly pushing into her mouth, feeling the wetness and taste of her spit. All the while squeezing her arse, feeling the wetness of her sweat and arousal only grow with each monstrous passing second.
The grotesque make-out session seemed to last forever, until finally she broke away, licking her lips greedily to suck up all the sloppy spit. She dove back in again, and I felt her wet lips against the flesh of my neck, peppering my skin with kisses. Her hands released my bum with one last firm squeeze, and were now slowly rising to my hips as she caressed my body upwards, her kisses travelling downwards, no doubt for the two to meet in the middle at my chest. Left with nothing but a helpless whimper, all I could do was stand there frozen to the spot, still squeezing her arse, and feeing the slippery moisture of her arousal spread across my hands.
Her hands were now at my blouse, fumbling at the buttons as I could tell her arousal was reaching a fever pitch. Both from the wetness I could feel in her shorts, and from her husky panting, inches from my face. With one last tug, she tore open my blouse, her excitement getting the better of her as I could hear the fabric even ripping slightly. But she didn't seem to care as my pert and full naked breasts were now wholly on display to her. Reeling back in shock for a few seconds, her mouth agape and eyes wide with excitement she quickly dove in again with kisses peppering my naked breasts. Her seemingly constantly searching tongue was now exploring every inch of my bare chest, before her lips tightened in a suck around one nipple, whilst her fingers leapt up to tug and play with the other.
I could feel the intensity of Ms McLaughlin's excitement oozing from every part of her, and that disgust was bad enough, but the worst of it was I could feel my own nipples involuntarily hardening. This disgusting old woman was forcing herself on me, her sloppy mouth and grabbing fingers attacking my breasts, all I knew was how horrified I felt and yet my own body was betraying itself through involuntary excitement. I had expected myself to start crying, but I never expected the hot prick of tears to start so soon, or be compounded by even worse shame.
Ms McLaughlin never even seemed to notice, or if she did her own arousal was too much for her to care. It seemed to reach a fever pitch as eventually her mouth broke away from my chest as she threw her head back with a loud groan of arousal.
"Oh my god Baby." She huskily cried out to the sky. "You've got me so fucking insanely wet, I need your mouth on my cunt right now!" She yanked her shorts to the ground in one motion, my hands being torn away from her arse as she hopped back up on the desk and spread her legs wide.
I released my own groan, although this was a groan of horror, as she revealed her totally drenched panties to me. Her arousal was such that the white cotton of her panties had been completely soaked through, and the whole shape of her pussy was visible through the now almost clear fabric.
Grinning down at me she noticed the shock on my face seeing how ungodly wet I had made her.
"Get down on your knees, Baby." She sighed down at me. "Stick your face where it belongs, feel the wetness of Mummy, the wetness you made, get your tongue inside me and make me CUM!" She almost roared out the last syllable, her breathing ragged and the arousal intense, even without my touch yet.
I had no fight left in me, no route of escape, nothing I could do but slowly fall to my knees, feeling the thick plush of the carpet beneath me as I inched forwards towards her dripping cunt. The scent of her arousal filled my lungs as I grew closer and I released an involuntary gag as all I could smell was her sweat and sex. Pitifully reaching up I grabbed the damp fabric and slowly lowered down her quivering legs, another wave of horror greeting me as I felt the resistance of the panties, the stickiness of Ms McLaughlin's cunt juice merging with the cotton of the panties and forcing me to peel the soaked fabric away with some degree of effort. Eventually I managed to slide the panties down her legs and off, tossing them away from me in a shudder of disgust.
Not that it mattered much as the second her panties were off, she grabbed my dark hair in a bunch and yanked me into her pussy at whiplash speed. The shock of my mouth meeting the sudden and intense wetness of her pussy caused me to gasp, inhaling a great deal of cunt juice into my lungs and resulting in an almost coughing fit. But Ms McLaughlin didn't care. All that existed in her world was my young mouth against her oozing pulsing cunt, the girl she had obsessed over, the object of her desire now with her face buried deep in her horny wet pussy. Left with no recourse, all I could do was cling on for dear life, licking the best I could, though it seemed it didn't much matter what I did. Ms McLaughlin's arousal at everything that had happened was such that she was now in a state of horny frenzy, the sweat and wetness pouring off her as she wildly humped and ground against my face. Moaning and groaning and gasping above me, my nose grinding against the coarse hair of her sticky landing-strip, my tongue desperately slurping at the folds of her cunt, I felt her thighs suddenly clamp either side of my face, forcing me deeper into her pussy, losing all sense of oxygen as my entire world was reduced to her sticky soaking cunt. Panic seized me as I struggled against it, but Ms McLaughlin was in a world of her own, her orgasm building to a fever pitch as she let loose a loud moan as her cum filled my mouth, spraying across my face and hair, and running down my neck, coating every inch of skin in the stinking, sticky, wetness of her arousal.
She ground out the totality of her orgasm on my face, her raspy gasping punctuating each hump until eventually her tight thigh grip loosened and I was able to throw my face away from her crotch in a desperate gasp, hyperventilating as I tried to fill my oxygen-deprived lungs with air. Albeit air heavy with the stink of Ms McLaughlin's arousal, and the disgusting taste of her cunt that filled my mouth.
So there the two of us were for mounting seconds, both gasping and inhaling deeply, her trying to recover from the intensity of the orgasm she ground out, and me trying to recover from the suffocation of her cunt.
Eventually her eyes rolled forward again and the panting slowed such that she could speak again, although her legs seemed to quiver as she rose to them again, such was the power of her orgasm.
