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.
