Miss M.....

She reclined lazily in the comfiest chair in the corner of the staff room, arrived early to bag the best chair, ostensibly there to mark essays, but really this chair afforded the best view, the small window looked out over the quadrangle and she could see tem all there on this bright sunnt day, both sexes, sprawling sexily, at times she didnt know just where to look but in truth only a few of them interested her, two or three girls and around half a dozen boys, one in particular sat there now, laughing with his friends, being admired by the boys and lusted after bty the girls( she'd read the graffiti in the toilets, the *****, she'd narrowed most of it down to skinny Jenny, the angular bony flat chested girl who would probably grow o be a beauty one day, possibly, but for now wasn't even on his radar, the words scribbled in biro or pencil or a eyeliner were crude and childish, " I wanna suck M.H till he ****!!", " **** me Mark U know u wanna!!", she doubted that skinnny Jenny had even seen seen a **** never mind sucked or ****** one), mind you that hadn't stopped her havinbg a very guilty **** right there in the cubicle, stood upo and shuddering, hand down her skirt and pants, inexplicably imagining skinny Jenny litle mouth closing round his fat ***** and him ******* her downy virgin ****... she snappped back to attention and realised someone was speaking to her, god how long had they been speaking ?! ".. tea or coffee?" It was Miles, the only passable member of staff in this place, sh eanswered in the affirmative and minutes later he was sat beside her with two cups of coffee and although she liked him she cast glances over his shoulder at the tableau beneath her, long pale legs in impossibly short skirts- the school had fairly strict rules about dress but the girls flouted these relentlessly, god if Mandy B wore hers any shorter she'd see what she'd had for breakfast, she wasn't HEr type thank god otherwise she'd probably have self=combusted by now, she knew every pair of knickers and thongs in her collection and presumedquite a few of the pupils and most of the teachers did by now. "Pregnant by 15" seemed to be the common consensus, she remembered a commotion near the bus shelters last year when legend had it the lovely caring, sharing Mandy was entertaining three or four enthuisiastic participants, she remembered a twinge of jealousy on hearing that and a throbbing in her **** that only subsided that ebening after several seesions with her trusty vibrator and a bottle of red. She then remembered that the "see what she had for breakfast" line had been Bob's and she could see him across the room opining on something, god she despised him, not least because last year she'd succumbed to a one night stand of such stunning banality and awfulness that she winced with shame whenever she thought of it which was far too often, talk about being in love with yourself!! Fair enough hs ***** had been almost as impressive as legend (his mainly!) would have you believe and he was fairly adept, pressed the right buttons etc, bit it was his worring arrogance, the assumption that this was always inevitable, how could she have resisted him so long and the fact that he obviously thought it was going to be a regular no-strings weekly occurence, He'd been astounded when she'd rebuffed him, turned down a repeat prescription, they were his actual words, "repeat prescription "! what a jerk! Now of course he ignored her, casually gossiped about her being frigid, a leasbian etc and she smiled inwardly and left him to his locker room japery. she was envious of the moustachiod ***** in one way though, his job as sports teacher and his access to the changing rooms, god the sights he must have seen,  her eyes closed for a moment and imagined Mark walking towards her, that no doubt impressive **** swinging to and fro, she'd been in the girls changing room once and had felt a stirring, a varied collection of breasts and bushes, some bashful and shy, scurrying to the safety of their towels, others proud and unconcerned, but the boys changing rooms?!! wow, that had occupied her mind for many a night, she'd even hatched a ridiculous and never acted upon plan to sneak up on the roof to lookin, ridiculous yes, she'd settle for this for now, her eyes drilling through the glass towards his crotchm bulging in those tight black trousers, he knew of course of the effect he was having on those nearby but she doubted whether he was aware of her although last year he had looked at her rather oddly,she was teaching him then, alas no longer and there had been rumours that a girl called debbie had wanked him off during a Geography lesson, sat at the back, while several others looked on. She was running this through her mind when she caught him looking at her,,  smiling almost like he could read her mind, her nipples tingled and she felt her ***** moisten as he lounged there and she felt he knew this too , that had been a long night for her and her trusty vibro, she felt so jealous of the slutty Debbie, especially as she had been one of the girls who'd caught her eye in the changing rooms, very well developed, huge pear shaped **** with well formed dark nipples, a nice thick bush of dark brown hair and a sultry look about her, she imagined her painted fingernails gripping his shaft and splashing his come everywhere, the whole thing drove her wild. After  evryone had left she took to sneaking into the boys toilets and locking herself in a cubicle, she would always **** herself rapidly and usually wipe her come stained fingers all over the seat, it gave her a thrill knowing that it was there, once crudely scrawled on the wall was a deawing of a woman sucking a **** with thw words Mandy B is a **** and below that the declaration "      debbie P has a **** like a sponge" once feeling bold she wrote " Miss M is fit as **** 2 in what she thought looked like  schoolboys handwriting and turned up two days later to see that somebody had added " i would love to lick her ****", this thrilled her beyond belief, of course this had been rubbed clean now by the over zealous caretaker Mr D , now therer was a pervy old guy, openly leering at the girls when they passed by, she'd found his stash of well-thumbed **** one Saturday morning and had even dared a sneaky **** while reading some cliche-ridden story. Anyway the afternoon dragged on and there was nothing to lookat tin her class, to young and too boring she wished the afternoon away and as soon as it was safe made her way to her favourite cubicle. there was no new graffiti bit her favourite little puece about Mark was still there, it was really faint by now but she could stilll read what she'd imagined skinny Jenny had written, actually skinny Jenny was developing a nice little bosom she'd noticed the other day, anyway if she was the author of this little piece on the toilet wall she was one horny little *****, her hand was down her knickers now, teasing her **** before she sat down and with one leg up on the door went to town on her *****, no subtlety here that could wait for later at home, she ****** herself hard with two fingers plunging in asnd out of her, a srray hand brushing her nipples, she was well gone and was almost coming, she thought for a moment that she'd heard the door open and stopped but dismissed this and carried on having one ******, bucking against her fingers and then stopping to a halt, she was just pulling uo her knickers when she heard a faint scratching from the cubicle next to her, she froze and stood, peeering thriugh the crack in the wal, she could just majeout the slight frame of Jenny, on tiptoes scrawling away on the wall, she was at it for ages and as she finished she steped back to admire her handiwork and in one swoop hoisted her skirt up  arounhd her waist, she was wearing ordinary pink knickers, not too big and within a minute her hand was inside them, Mrs M watcheda s with her back to her, stood up, Jenny read the words she'd written and rubbed her ****, as she came she emittedea little moan, her speaking voice was quiet and timid and even when she came she sounded like a mouse, so thrilling watching her shudder to ******, her body shaking and trembling. She ground to a halt and her litlle breaths subsided , she re-arranged her clothes and left quickly. Miss M went quickly into the next cubicle and quickly read her latest handiwork, quite romantic in parts, filthy in others, written very well, she had a talent for this kind of thing, as she read the words and once more wanked herself she realised that she and this girl had more in common than she first thought. She started looking at skinny Jenny in a new light once the confirmation had arrived that she was the toilet author, she especially watched in realation to Mark, always on the periphary, watching, no doubt burning with lust desire and need. She felt for her too, recognised that hunger, it was love too , or a variation of it that would probably stay with her for the rest of her life it was so strong.  The weeks passed by, she taught Skinny Jenny- less and lesss skinny these days, proud little ******* sticking out, she'd noticed one or two glances being chucked her way, maybe she'd even lose the nickname soon?!- and she still lusted after Mark from a distance, they had that in common, Miss m was adept at picking up gossip from staff and pupils alike and as she came out of the cafeteria one day she froze as she heard some of the popular girls talking, as  was hger habit she stood stock still and listened, she could make out one stroppy madam called Karen (blow job on a school trip last year so it was said)  talking loudly and cruelly  .. " yeah little skinny no **** jenny been giving some to the dirty pervy caretaker, ugh imagine waht his dicks like ?! all wrinkled like a prune.!" much laughter, Miss M stood around for a while and heard more of the same, much giggling, a little defence of Jenny- she wasn't unpopular by any means- she retired to the staffroom and pondered this, could it be true? From his part certainly, she'd seen the way he'd looked at most of the girls and she wasn't about to start throwing blame in that department, christ the things that went through her head, but she'd never acted upon them had she? Her brain played devils advocate with itself, But would she asct upon it if she was given the opportunity? Had he forced her in some way? She remebered the graffiti and found it hard to connect that with the shy mousy girl and realised there might be some truth in the rumours, either way all this was making her head spin and her crotch buzz like crazy. The next week , her regular lesson with Jenny, she sat as usual at the side towards the back but this time as she walked in Miss M found herself scrutinising her movements, watching her arse in that skirt, wondering if therumours were true, how far they'd gone if it was true, she couldn't be getting ****** by the old guy could she?? The lesson drifted by, they were a quiet binch, Jenny was among the more diligent of her number, she sat there and took notes but today she seemed to be taking an abnormally large numberm scribbling away on a separate piece of paper, her curiosity was tweaked and she heard her self say " Jenny , would you mind staying behind at the end ?" Jenny lookeda litlle concerned and she gave her what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Inside her stomach churned as the rest of the class filed out noisily leaving Jenny sat there, books packed away. She cleared her throat " Don't worry Jenny youi're not in any trouble, its just that you seemed to be taking a lot of notes today or were you perhaps working on something else?2 She had pulled up a chair alongside her and placed a hansd on her shoulder, " Jenny , you  hear things around this place, You know how people gossip, i want you to know that if you need to talk to me about anything and I mean anything then it will go no further.." JEnny shook her head and said it was nothing, " Listen i won't embarass you if you don't want to talk but tell me one thing, Is there someone who's making you do something you'd rather not?" Jenny shook her head violently, "Nooo... " "You mind if i see what you were writing?" and very slowly Jenny's hand went into her bag and brought out an A4 page of paper filled with neat handwriting not totally dissimilar to  the toilet writing but far more matter of fact than that, it was written in diary form, she stood behind her and read " march 4th, it happened properly this time like he said it would, started with him showing me his **** and me getting it hard, he touched my minge through my knickers and asked me to suck him. It didn't smell like i thought it would and he didn't shove it to the back of my throat, when his stuff was coming he took it out and this splashed on the floor....March 7th (Wed) didnt have to be home for ages so let him take my knickers off and finger me, I got embarassed by how wet i got but it felt good, I didnt come off the way I do on my own but i nearly did, this time i made up my mind that when his stuff came out i would swallow some and i managed to swallow it all even though there was more than last time.. " Miss m  started reading out loud very softly and stroked her **** through her trousers as she did so , " You write very well Jenny dear, very well indeed... " her voice trailed off.. " March 6th, only had lunchtime today,  almost made me *** with his tongue, felt great, I closed my eyes and imagined Mark doing this, then i sucked him off afterwards and again imagined it being Mark's ****, Bet its bigger than his, had to go for a play before hometime and another when I got home , think I'm turning into a nympho. March 12th, big rumours going round that Debbie P wanked off Mark at the back of Geography today, sure its true, Helen said she could see it all and that he was huge!! Don't know if he was doing anything to her(*****!), she has a boyfriend who rides amotorbike and is 18, Helen says he's ****** loads of times with three differnt lads, very depressed. March 15th, sucked him off twice today, thats 14 in all, god npbody would believe I'm doing this, realised that I'm only doing it to get some practice, he wasnts to **** but I definitely won't do that with him, specially not in that smelly room, today he asked me for a pair of my knickers (again) so i let him have the pair I was wearing and walked home without any on which felt very rude, thought about giving the bus driver a flash but it wasn't the nice one but the grumpy old one.." as Miss M read on she realised her own hand was down her trosers and tweaking her ****, she came very quietly looking down at Jenny, she composed herself and said " Look Jenny, if there's anything i can do to help then have no hesitation in  seking me out, you take care understand?" and handed her the sheet back, Jenny walked to the door and turned and said  "Our secret eh Miss?2, she smiled and said " Yes Jenny, our dirty little secret, and Jenny?", "Yes?" "Mark Hudson, I don't blame you..." she lkeft it at that and watched Jenny redden and head towards the toilet block,.ten minutes later she saw her come out looking relieved and relaxed. The next lesson with her could have been awkward but it wasnt and as hometime approached she watched her realising she was expecting  to be asked to stay behind, she didn't however and watched from the upstairs window as the school made its way homewards, she picked Jenny out from a distance, hanging back a little, heading towards the caretakers office, she quickly gathered her things together and headed to the playing fields and the small window of the office and with a beating heart levered herself up to peer in, shecouldn't see a great deal but could make him out, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, she was on her knees and was bobbing away on his ****, her blouse was open, bra pushed up but she couldn't make much out of her breasts, she decided to cut her losses and left, she watched Jennty stroll out of the gates ten minutes later. the weeks passed, Miss M had a liltle teasy fun one afternoon,sat there feeling her **** get wetter and wetter as she wrote a ten question list out for Jenny and watched her fill the answers in with a sneaky grin on her face, the rest of the classs oblivious, Miss M taking it back from her and reading it as the rest of them worked, every so often looking up to see Jenny quizically looking her way... THE QUESTIONAIRRE IN FULL... 1) Okay Jenny feel free to not answer any of these questions but I'd love it if you did, take as much time as you like. question one is How often do you ********** and when did you start? (Jenny wrote in pretty neat writing but for the purpose of this manuscript her replies will be in capitals)  OMG.. OKAY.., ERM, STARTED AROUND ABOUT TEN YEARS OLD,BUT FIRST MADE MYSELF COME AROUND 12, I DO IT EVERY DAY AT LEAST ONCE, USUALLY TWICE, SOMETIMES MORE, HOW ABOUT YOU? OR AM I NOT ALLOWED TO ASK?!!  2) why do you write on the toilet walls and do you hope that one day HE will see it? OMG AGAIN, HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I WROTE ON THE WALLS BECAUSE I WAS FED UP WITH THE USUAL CRAP THAT GETS PUT UP THERE, I GUESS IT WOULD BE GREAT IF MARK KNEW ABOUT IT BUT HE PROBABLY HAS TONS OF GIRLS LUSTING AFTER HIM,. 3) How about Mr D, how did that start?  I KNEW HE WAS INTERESTED, I CAUGHT HIM TRYING TO LOOK UP MY SKIRT ONE DAY SO GAVE HIM A LITTLE FLASH TO TEASE HIM AND FOUND IT DEAD EXCITING, I WANKED MYSELF THINKING ABOUT HIM AFTER THAT, SOMETIMES IN MY IMAGINATION HE CAUGHT ME AND MARK AND MADE US DO THINGS WITH HIM... GOD, SO DIRTY,... ANYWAYS I WENT TO HIS OFFICE TWICE ON SOME PRETEXT AND GOT HIM GOING, TEASING HIM, EVENTUALLY HE MADE A MOVE ON ME, HE'S NOT MY IDEAL MAN OR ANYTHING, HIS **** IS NICER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE...MMMM.4) Have you ****** him or anybody?  NO WAY!! I'M A LITTLE VIRGE CAN'T YOU TELL MRS M?? 5) Would you **** Mark? IN A FLASH, AN INSTANT , I RECKON HE WOULD BE GOOD, JUST KNOW IT, I WOULD DO ANYTHING HE ASKED ME TO, WOULDN'T YOU? GETTING PRETTY TURNED ON WRITING THIS!! 6) How big do you think Mark is? bigger than Mr d? (she couldnt believe the juvenility of her questions, she just wanted to be really base and crude!) IN MY IMAGINATION HE IS HUGE, NOT SO BIG THAT IT WOULD BE PAINFUL, BIGGER THAN MR D'S, HIS IS SIX INCHES LONG...SUCKED IT AT LUNCHTIME DOES THAT TURN YOU ON MISS?7)what do you think of Debbie P? I PRESUME YOU MEAN THE WANKING INCIDENT? WELL ASYOU KNOW THAT PISSED ME OFF, BUT ITS ONLY JEALOUSY REALLY THAT IT WASNT ME DOING IT, I'VE HAD LOTS OF SUCKINGPRACTICE SO I WOULDNT BOTHER WITH A *******!! 8) What colour bra and knickers are you wearing today? OOOHH MISS THATS DIRTY, NEVER HAD YOU DOWN AS A LEZZER...!! WHITE BRA BORING I KNOW AND PALE BLUE KNICKS.. WHAT ABOUT YOU?? 10) last one now, hand it back to me when youre done, if i could arrange it so you could get with Mark would you be intersted?  OMG!!! WHADDYA THINK?!! COULD YOU DO THAT?!!! t   Miss m read the answers quickly and scribbled the aanswers to the things she'd asked hurriedly on the reverse, Good god its kind of embarassing to admit it but i still **** 2 or 3 times a day, yes she thought she was avirgin and that was nothing to be ashamed of, yes she would **** Mark!!!, black bra and knickers for her today and she would see what she could do regarding Mark. At the end of the lesson she handed the sheet back to her, she had written on the bottom that it was probably best destroyed after she'd read it and Jenny nodded and headed to the gates pausing to read the words that miss M had written on the back, minutes after arriving home she was down to her bra and knickers and rubbing her hot little ****, imagesd flashed through her brain, Mark unveiling that huge salami of a ****, Miss M and her sucking it in turns, Miss m with her lovely big boobs bouncing, wondering what her ***** looked like, Mark ******* them both., Mr D catching them and joining in....
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Jul 13, 2010