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Teacher gets taught at an all girls school | Fortran5885 | 9

 

You gather up all your willpower, From some place far away, you hear yourself say “Don't flatter yourself, bitch” As you shrug and neatly tip Jessica into the hot tub. The blond comes up sputtering with indignation, her smirk finally gone, and you know that whatever happens now, you'll savour that as long as you live. You smile down at Debbie and gently run the back of your hand across her cheek as she beams up at you with something approaching hero worship, and you lunge to meet Jessica, sloshing through the tub toward you.

You surge forward, full of confidence. Jessica is the laziest girl on the team, and you know you're stronger than she is. You feel a surge of blind lust as you slap against her, chest to chest, and she makes a strained groan as your strength bends her backwards. You laugh and kiss her cheek as she struggles in your grip, and you have a glimpse of how she felt, and how Debbie felt as they towered over you. How pathetic you must have seemed. Now though, you'd show this little bitch what it's like. This is when you find out just how long she's been watching you and Debbie, as without blinking an eye, Jessica snakes a hand between your legs and rams an authoritative finger into you.

You gasp as your knees buckle and you collapse against the girl as she works another finger between your pussy lips. You tremble and clutch at Jessica as she walks you over and spins you around. Your sensitive nipples send waves through you from contact with the hot water, and your breath turns into a high whine. You moan with open disappointment as Jessica pulls her fingers out of you, and then suddenly squeal as she gooses you and squeezes.

Involuntarily, you jump and kick, and your upper body flops onto the cold tile. You feel Jessica's hand crack across your ass and blush as you scramble out of the water. You flop onto the deck and gasp for breath, trying to find the strength to make a run for the door, but Jessica is so much quicker. As you laboriously start to push yourself up, she slides out of the pool like an eel, slipping around you. You're pointed towards the door, but Jess has put herself directly in your way, her slim strong hand tangling into your hair before you realize the danger.

You sit up and turn away, thinking of flinging yourself back into the water, but instead you shriek as the young girl yanks you back into her by the hair. Your wet, naked back slaps into her chest, and her legs snake around your waist before you can do anything about it.

You hear her breathless laughter in your ear as her free hand roughly gropes you, sliding over your flesh, kneading and squeezing. You twist and struggle, spit and curse, but you can't dislodge her. Jess has one hand coiled in your hair, yanking your head back against her shoulder, and with her legs locked around you, you can't turn to face her, try as you might. She's muttering a constant stream of taunts and promises in your ear that has your eyes and your pussy both moist.

“What now, huh? Any second thoughts, cunt? Wanna get on with it, or are you enjoying getting your prissy little ass kicked too much?” Jessica's questing fingers find your nipple and pinch cruelly, cutting off your reply in a squeal of pain, fear and lust. “ You grab her wrist with both hands, freeing your tortured breast from her grasp. You want to tell her to go fuck herself, but as soon as you open your mouth, she pulls your head sideways and fills your mouth with her tongue, so all you manage is a frustrated little gurgling noise.

Jessica starts moving against you, her bush scraping against the small of your back, and you moan into her lips as she laughs into yours and her hand slips free. You should be able to catch her one hand with your two, but she's fast and you're distracted and it roams where it will, pinching and slapping and caressing until you hear that mewling, whining edge in your voice again. The constant, low edge of pain in your scalp, and the varying sensations vying for attention throughout your body have at a loss, and the pressure on your stomach from the the smaller girl's legs leaves you gasping for breath.

Jess looks down at Debbie, who's frozen in the tub where you left her, a worm's eye view. Her mouth hangs open and lust is written across her face. “What do you think, Towel Girl? Is the little cunt ready for the big finish yet?” You angrily start to reply but find her hand clamped across your mouth “Shut up, Perv.” She chides. “Nobody asked you any fuckin' thing.” Jess's eyes never leave Debbie, who looks away guiltily and doesn't say anything. The blond laughs. “How 'bout you, Tits?” She asks Erin, who is still standing where she was put, staring intently at the action. “Should I put this bitch out of her misery already?”

“Yeah, Whatever.” Erin manages, almost nonchalantly, but her hands are rubbing at her thighs and she's shifting back and forth uncomfortably. Jess is fully in command and loving it. “Nah. Not yet, anyway. What'cha think, Coach Fucktoy? You want to get on with this, or do you want me to make you cry like the whiny little bitch you are first? Maybe we should see how much you're getting off on getting your ass kicked, huh?” Her roaming hand wanders downwards and you try to clamp your legs together, but Jess wedges her little feet inside of them and forces them apart. A shudder runs through you as her fingers find your pussy and you writhe against her.

You snarl over your shoulder at her as she flicks her fingers across your helpless snatch, and with a supreme effort of will, keep your hands from chasing hers. Instead, you reach over your shoulders for her trailing blond hair, hoping to even the score. It almost works. Jess's barrage of verbal abuse cuts off in a yelp and she lets you go completely in order to fend off your clutching hands. She throws herself backwards, and you slide down her body, your butt scooting back towards the lip of the hot tub as your head hits her thigh.

You crow with sudden triumph and relief for your aching scalp. You're lying on your back with your head effectively in Jessica's lap, staring up at her pert little breasts as they bounce around from her panicky scrambling. Your fingers curl into claws, and you wouldn't even recognize your own face if you could see it snarling now as you reach over your head to try and hook them into Jess's tits. “Shit!” She squeaks, recoiling enough that you fall just short. One tantalizing flick of soft breast and hard nipple scrapes across your fingers then down her stomach. “Got you now, you evil little bitch!” you rasp as she frantically pushes at your shoulders.

She gets her legs out from under you and pushes back, evading you. You try to follow, but your ass is perched right on the edge of the hot tub, and your feet kick futilely at the water, unable to find purchase. Your hands flail as you teeter on the brink, and Jessica seizes her moment. Slim fingers curl around your wrists and slam your arms onto the floor as your ass slides over the edge, and in that moment, as your back is arched by the weight of your legs hanging into the tub, your stomach stretched taut enough that you can hardly breathe, Jess flicks her legs over your arms and traps them behind her knees.

Your slide into the water stops with your arms stretched over your head and trapped under Jessica's haunches, the lip of the tub digging into your lower back, your ass hanging in the air, and your legs kicking uselessly in the water. A bolt of sudden fear fires through you as you open eyes you don't remember closing and look up at your tormentor.

Jess smirks down at you from between her perky breasts with all the spite that only teenage girls can muster, waving cheerfully. You struggle and writhe but quickly realize you're going nowhere. You slump back, defeated and stare up at her wide eyed with something approaching awe as she brushes hair back from your eyes.

“And here we are.” She purrs, gently rubbing her pussy against the top of your head, gloating. She reaches down and pinches your cheek. Why are the hot ones always so fuckin' dumb, huh? You could have asked your little wannabe over there what happens to cunts who think they can fuck with me. Right, Towel Girl?” Not waiting for an answer, Jesss leans forward and stares right down into your eyes. You turn your head, trying to bury your face in her thigh, but she slaps you and grabs your chin. “You fucking well look at your betters when they're talking to you, bitch.” You stare up into her mocking, superior gaze and wilt inside, fear combining with an arousal so intense it hurts, making your heart thrum.

“Now, we both know that everything that happens from now on happens because I want it to happen, right?” Without waiting for any input you might have, Jess wags your head up and down, forcing you to nod. “So. That said, the only question is how much begging it's going to take before I let you taste me, right?” She forces another nod from you. “Right. So, the sooner you start convincing me that you deserve to have your prissy little tongue in me, the sooner we can all get out of here and you can go back to telling yourself that you're not loving every second of this. Get to it, loser.”

Waves of shame, impotent rage and lust crash through you. Jess's eyes sparkle with greed and contempt. You can't find the will to struggle, but neither can you bring yourself to face what she's going to do to you, and how much you're going to like it. “You close your eyes, lick your lips, and whisper …

 

Taken Easy, or Taking it Hard?

 
 

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