Archive name: Library Smother.HTM (F/FFFF
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Authors name: Smotherfan (Smotherfan [email protected])
Story title: Library Smother
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Authors Note:
The mechanics between pupils and teachers is a fascinating one, especially when
the age gap is as little as three or four years, with that gap things such as
authority and obedience aren’t always necessarily with the teacher.
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I had the late shift and that meant the stopovers who’d offended Principle
Hawkins. I’d drawn this period as I was the newest and youngest of the
college’s teachers.
It all meant that at twenty two I was barely four years older than the
girls sitting sullenly in the now deserted library.
There was Camilla Cordage, ‘Double C’ to her friends, a Raven haired
beauty with a hint of Mexican in her blood. Double C’s speciality was abusive
language and gestures.
Sitting besides Double C was Shona; she was Double C’s closest confidants.
They were always together, inseparable and could have been twins had Shona not
been as blue eyed and blonde haired as any Californian beach bunny.
They were tall, taller by my five foot four standards, topping me by
several inches and the better part of a stone in weight, not that they fat.
Both girls were in the college netball squad, which meant they were fit and
toned.
In addition to Double C and Shona, there was Viv Thomas, a brunette
with a reputation for simply being nasty, the rumour was that Viv settled her
arguments with her fists. Principle Hawkins had tried to channel this anger
into wresting. All that seemed to have done was just make her more confident.
Finally there was Roz, she had a mind, a brain, could have been
something, only she wasn’t interested in academia.
The only other person in the library was yours truly, they didn’t want
to be here and neither did I. The big truth was that principle Hawkins didn’t
rate me as a teacher and could afford to lose me if I became fed up of drawing
the crap assignments.
I was already looking for another post when that evening I walked into
the library.
There was music, rap music pounding out from a portable sound system,
and the girls were just lounging about. They were supposed to be working on
their assignments.
Taking a deep breath I crossed over to the sound system and pulled the
plug. The silence that descended was almost physical.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Exploded Double C, none of them had seen me enter; now
they all turned in my direction and none of them was pleased to see me.
“Get on with your work.” I managed to say.
“We were listening to that!” Double C snarled. She slid to her feet and
crossed the room. Unconsciously I took a step backwards. Double C replaced to
plug and once more the library was flooded with sound.
I was being challenged, a quick glance towards the others confirmed the
fact, they were watching to see who won, me or Double C.
In Training school they don’t mention testosterone driven young women
and how to face down a challenge. I didn’t have the experience to handle this,
but handle I had to. This was my authority that was being challenged, if I
backed down it would be all around school the next day.
Double C planted her feet astride the power lead, the intent was obvious.
I had to go through her to switch off the music.
“Just turn the sound down.” I said, cringing at my immediate retreat.
Double C response was to tweak the volume higher. She smiled evilly.
“It’s your move.”
I should have walked away;
the job wasn’t worth this much aggravation. It was good advice but I have a
habit of ignoring good advice. I left my books on a nearby desk and crouched
down to reach the volume control. To do so I had to reach between Double C’s
open legs. That was a bad move.
Before I knew what was happening, Double C was actually standing over
me. I looked up and then away, I was that close that I would have stared up her
skirt and I didn’t want to know what
colour her underwear was.
I was conscious of movement behind me and a backward glance revealed
that the others had left their seats to surround me.
The sound died away as a smug looking Double C towered over me. She’d
switched the power off, not me. “What’s
wrong Miss?” She crowed.
“I need to go.” I said and tried to stand but Shona’s hand on my
shoulder held me down. I struggled but only succeeded in ending up on my
backside. The silence in the room was suddenly filled with titters
Now the four of them looked down on me, and which ever way I looked I
could see a hard, cruel face. There was no sanctuary to be seen.
“What do you want?” I managed to stammer.
Double C shrugged. “What could you have that I want?” She laughed harshly.
“I’ll just leave then.” I tried to move but Shona kept me seated on the
library floor.
“You leave when I say so.” Double C announced. “Grab her arms, I want
her like this.” She made a shape with her arms outstretched.
I wasn’t expecting to be physically assaulted so when Shona and Viv
each grabbed an arm I was taken by surprise. Almost before I knew what was
happening I was being pulled onto my back, my arms pulled wide.
Of course I struggled but then Roz sat across my legs and I was
fighting a losing battle.
Double C looks down at me and laughs. “I really hate this place, Hawkins and all his prissy habits, you fuckin teachers lording it over me. I hate you all, and now I have you.”
“W-What do you mean?” I stammer.
“You’ll see.” She grins evilly. As I watch she steps out of her
trainers, she’s wearing a tiny pair of white socks. “This should do to start.”
Double C’s sweat stained foot descended onto my face. I twisted to
avoid it but she could rub that damp sole across my face.
“How does that feel, good and sweaty?” She laughed.
“Let me go.” I cried, trying to keep her foot from my mouth.
There is laughter and then someone catches my head, moment’s
later a pair of knees is holding my head still and Double C begins to force her
foot into my mouth.
“Open your mouth Cunt!” Double C snarls.
I don’t but then fingers pinch my nose and I have to breathe through my
mouth, it’s only a matter of time before my mouth opens and Double C’s sweaty
foot is lodged inside. I gag, from the smell and from the presence of her foot inside
my mouth.
“Suck, just imagine it’s a dick.” Double C says and the others laugh. I
realise that it’s Shona who’s trapped my head. She’s staring down at me, her
eyes are smiling with pleasure and triumph.
“Go on bitch, suck on those toes. I want to see you suck.” Shona
demands.
She has to be joking! I try to shake my head.
“She needs to be punished.” Roz says nastily, getting unsteadily to her
feet she steps onto my stomach, first with one foot and then with both. I try
to groan but Double C’s foot is almost choking me.
“Let me do that!” Double C commands and quickly replaces the much
lighter Roz on my stomach. At least her sweaty foot is no longer trying to
choke me and I can groan.
My cries of pain seem to amuse them.
“How does that feel?” Double C laughs again. She bounces up and down
and I squeal with pain, I twist about but they hold me. “Well?” Double C
demands. “How does that feel?”
“It hurts.” I manage to gasp.
“What about my feet?”
“They stink!” I groan.
It makes them laugh.
“I can think of something much
worse!” Shona announces. She shuffles forwards until I’m staring up into
her sweat stained crotch. It takes me a moment to realise what Shona plans.
“Nooo!” I cry as Shona actually sits on my face. She essentially
smothers my cry as her ass sinks onto my face. I descend into a hot, smelly
darkness.
I feel my arms pulled above my head and then Shona moves enough to pin
my arms beneath her legs. She wiggles about until she is comfortable and then
she settles and the darkness is compounded by my utter humiliation.
I try to breath but can only manage to draw in the slightest of
breathes, saturated by Shona’s earthy, hot scent.
“What’s it like?” Someone asks.
“Cool, like I’m totally in charge.” She shifts just enough for me to
breathe. “See, I decide when the
bitch breathes.” She grabs my hair, pulling my face back into place before
mashing down again.
“It looks a great position for a fart!” One of them laughs.
“Yeah … anyone got one brewing?” Laughs Double C.
I don’t hear their answers, but no one replaces Shona so I guess I’m
safe, for now. They start to discuss who is going to be next. All I want is to
breath again so when Shona shifts from my face that is my only concern.
“Like my ass?” Shona asks, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Yes!” I gasp, knowing that resistance will be worse than agreeing, not
that acquiescing held any promise of release.
“Good … because here it comes again.” They all laugh at Shona’s joke as
her ass once more pins my head to the floor.
When she finally relinquishes her seat it’s only moments before Viv has
replaced her, only she wants to see my suffering. She doesn’t face down my body
but grinds my nose and mouth beneath her pussy whilst all the time looking into
my face.
“Do you like that bitch, do you like the smell of my pussy? Viv crows
as she grinds down on me. “Hey, this is real cool.” She laughs. “Like I could
get off like this.” She looks down into my face. All she can see is my eyes;
the rest of my face is buried beneath her sweaty, smelly cunt. “Like the view?”
She taunts me and then shifts enough for me to breathe and then answer her.
“You want me to sit on your face,
don’t you cunt?”
“Yes!” I gasp, knowing that the more I talk the less time I have to
spend wrapped in her stinky panties. “I love
you sitting on me; I’d love all of
you to sit on my face.”
“I’m glad you said that, because that’s exactly what we’re going to
do.” Double C shouts.
Viv is has resumed her position and is beginning to move slowly across
my trapped face. She settles for crushing my nose against her mound and
covering my mouth with her pussy.
“This is cool!” She laughs.
“You can just see her piggy little
eyes, and it feels…” Viv hesitated as
she shuffled her position. “It feels so good…I bet I can do it, just like
this.” She squealed in triumph. She started to jerkily push herself against me,
moving little by little across my face. “Oh yeah, now this is cool.” She laughs.
The fetish fishy smell of her panties is becoming mingled with a
hotter, muskier aroma. Viv is turned on by what she’s doing!
At least as she moves I can snatch the occasional breath.
“You dirty cow!” Somebody exclaims. ”Hey everyone, Viv’s gonna use the
bitch to jerk herself off.”
There’s a mixture of cheers and laughter.
Viv looks down at me, already her face is crimson. She pinches my nose.
“This is like a little dick; I can rub my clit against it.” She grins.
“Make her use her tongue.” Somebody, I think its Double C suggests.
I shudder; the thought of oral contact with Viv makes me gag, but Viv
isn’t listening, suddenly she starts groaning, mashing down on my face, I experience
her climax first hand or should I say face.
Viv has become the first, but as the evening progresses she isn’t the
only one. I am used as in turn each of them uses my face to bring them to a
climax, quite how often that it happens I can’t tell as long before the end I’m
insensible and just waiting for the end.
I remembered crying, begging them to stop, offering them money,
anything that would bring my humiliation to an end.
It only ended when they tired of the game.
Double C was sitting astride my chest, just looking down at my battered
face. “You all go on; I want to have a private conversation with her.”
There is a silence broken I think by Shona asking what Double C had
planned.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow, right now we need some privacy.” She isn’t
angry with her crew but has made it clear that they should all vanish. Suddenly
I want them to stay but am to afraid to say so. I hear the double doors to the
library close behind them. “I’ll just go and lock up; we don’t want to be
disturbed do we?”
She leaves me and in the few seconds I have I try to rise. I have to
escape although I have no idea how. Double C is at the only doors. She catches
me before I’m even standing properly; I feel weak and giddy and am no match for
her.
“Going somewhere?” She grabs my hair and hauls me across the library; I
stagger after her, crying for her to let me go. She only does when I’m thrown
into the librarian’s office; I bounce of the side of the desk and onto the
floor. Double C stands over me; I mean she just stands either side of my head. “I
got to thinking, whilst you were being face fucked that you could just as
easily bring me off with your tongue.”
I mouth the word NO as
suddenly her threat had robbed me of my voice, then I shake my head in
rejection of the idea. She can’t be serious about carrying out her threat it
would almost be rape.
Double C finds the look of horror on my face amusing. “Ohh … don’t tell
me that teach has never sucked a pussy, after all those years living in the
girls dorm, you must have … well?”
“No.” I lie; well it was years ago, when were all experimenting.
“I don’t believe you.” Double C slowly crouches down; bring her pussy
nearer and nearer my face. She’s still wearing her soiled panties but I know or believe I can smell her. She settles across my chest, crushing my
boobs beneath her ample buttocks. “I don’t believe
you.” She repeats. “I think I’ll keep smothering you until you tell me the truth.” She inches forwards until my chin is
pressing against her crotch, another inch and she’ll be astride me.
I can’t tell
her the truth; it’ll be round the school by break tomorrow. Hey Girls, did you know that Ms. Beckett is
a dyke? I’m not a lesbian, not
exclusively, and never like this, on some scruffy girls demand!
Double C takes
my silence as a refusal and her arse descends onto my face and the nightmare begins
again. She sinks full weight onto me, spreading her legs either side of my
face, pinning me so that I couldn’t move. All I can do is to stare up into her
cruel face.
“Your choice
bitch!” She almost laughs. “I have all night.”
She’s toying
with me, giving me just enough air but waiting until my head’s beginning to pop
before releasing me from my sweaty prison. She’s right; she can keep this up
longer than I can. Now with the same calculating smile she has turned about,
jamming my face between her generous buttocks.
“How’d you like
me to fart … the longer I’m here then there’s more chance.” She laughs.
It might have been the final straw or maybe
she’d just beaten me down, the next time she lifts her arse to ask the question
I agree.
Double C swings
away from me. She wants to see and hear me say it.
“What was that
teach, what did you say.”
“You win … what
ever you want.” I defeated and it sounds in my voice.
Double C stands
up long enough to step out of her panties, and then she settles across my mouth
and my tongue darts out. Double C starts to laugh; it’s a laugh of triumph and
victory.