Skoolgurl Krush, Part 1

by Jacqueline_B

"Please Miss," Brenda called from her desk in the centre of the front row of the classroom, her hand shooting into the air, "I know."

Miss Halliwell looked at Brenda and smiled, "Yes Brenda?"

"It's Christopher Columbus," Brenda confidently answered the question that had been put to the class, her heart flipping in her chest when her teacher smiled at her.

"Very good Brenda," Miss Halliwell said, "At least you've been paying attention.

Brenda blushed at the praise; she's always loved geography lessons, learning about exotic places and people, and the fact that her favourite teacher was taking the lesson only added to her enjoyment. At thirteen-years-old, she'd had a schoolgirl crush on Miss Halliwell for the last year or so. Often she lay in bed late at night, languidly masturbating and imagining that Miss Halliwell was standing over her and watching and wondering what it would feel like to have to have her teacher's fingers touch her down there. More often than not, that thought alone was enough to bring her to an earth shattering orgasm.

"Would you be so kind as pass these papers round Brenda?" Miss Halliwell said as she walked over to Brenda's desk and handed her a bundle of papers, "It's just a short test," she added, addressing the rest of the class amidst a chorus of groans, "When you've all completed them bring them to me and seeing as it's almost the end of the lesson you can all go."

Passing smaller bundles of papers to right and left and over her shoulder to the girl directly behind her, Brenda leaned forward and was soon rapidly writing.

She finished the test minutes before everyone else in the class and relaxed in her seat, Miss Halliwell smiled at her again, "Have you finished already Brenda?"

Her stomach lurched at the smile, "Not quite Miss," she lied, "I'm just checking over my answers." Brenda HAD finished, she just didn't want to leave the classroom before it was absolutely necessary, every moment she spent in the company of Miss Halliwell was precious to her.

As she pretended to study the paper in front of her, Brenda let her thighs relax and slowly open, she leaned forward and the top of her school blouse opened slightly, she had larger breasts than any of the other girls in the class, she was proud of them and the admiring glances she got from the other girls excited her. Quite often she had caught Miss Halliwell looking down her cleavage and that excited her even more. She parted her thighs even more, thrilled in the knowledge that her teacher had an almost perfect view of the crotch of her white cotton panties through the open front of her desk. Brenda looked through her long eyelashes at Miss Halliwell and was just in time to see her glance at her legs. She mentally licked her lips and a small damp patch formed on the gusset of her panties.

Miss Halliwell glanced at Brenda, her eyes fixed on the front of Brenda's desk, her heart missed a beat when she realised that she could see right up her short skirt. "For God's sake!" she thought to herself, "I'm thirty-nine-years old, I'm old enough to be her fucking mother, I shouldn't be thinking about that sexy little minx like this," but she couldn't take her eyes off the little vee of white material at the junction of Brenda's thighs. In her mind's eye she was imagining what that tiny piece of material concealed. She suddenly wished that she'd had x-ray vision and silently giggled to herself.

Still leaning over her paper and pretending to write, Brenda noticed Miss Halliwell's unwavering gaze fastened on the front of her desk, she felt her nipples harden inside her bra and a delicious warm and liquid sensation spread outwards from her pussy. Brenda rested her hand on her thigh and pretended to scratch in imaginary itch, as she did so, she surreptitiously pulled the hem of her short skirt up, exposing more and more of the soft skin on the insides of her thighs. She felt delightfully wicked.

Brenda slowly moved her hand higher, her fingernails scraping against the soft skin and making her shiver, until her fingers were only millimetres away from her panties. Still watching Miss Halliwell from under hooded eyes, Brenda wormed her finger inside the leg of her panties, pulling them to one side and she shivered as a cool breeze from the air-conditioning unit played across her smooth pussy. Then she lightly ran her fingertip along her labia and gave out a silent groan as she touched her clitoris, making it throb almost uncontrollably. Brenda removed her hand from between her legs, and still pretending to study the paper before her, brought her hand to her mouth and sucked her finger, the taste of her own juices almost making her cum there and then.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck!" Miss Halliwell thought, as she watched her star pupil finger herself, not sure whether she was doing it on purpose or sub-consciously. The pussy inside her two-piece trouser suit desperately ached for release and her nipples inside her bra becoming so hard they were almost painful. She had to squeeze her thighs together but that only made it worse when she saw Brenda lick her fingers and a little moan escaped her throat. The rest of the classroom ceased to exist, her entire attention was taken up by the actions of the thirteen-year-old girl in front of her. "God, she's one horny little bitch," Miss Halliwell thought inwardly, "I'm going to get arrested for what's running through my head."

Suddenly the bell sounded signalling the end of the period making Miss Halliwell jump. She marshalled her thoughts as with a scraping of chairs the children rose and handed in their test papers before filing out of the classroom. Brenda was one of the last ones to reach her desk and as she handed in her paper Brenda smiled shyly at her and their fingers touched. It was as if an electric shock ran up her arm, "Oh my fucking good God!" she thought, "She was doing that deliberately."

Miss Halliwell followed the last of the children out of the door and stood in the hallway, totally oblivious to the commotion eddying around her and watching Brenda walk away from her, her short skirt swinging from side to side with the motion of her hips.

She almost jumped out of her skin when a hand touched her shoulder and a voice whispered in her ear, "Be careful of that one, she's jailbait."

She turned and saw the headmistress smiling at her. They'd been having a secret affair ever since she'd joined the school and both of them liked to fantasize about the girls in their charge. "You'll never guess what she was doing in class?" she whispered back.

"What?" Maureen asked, her interest immediately piqued.

Claudia took her elbow and softly squeezed it then said, "Let's go into your office and I'll tell you,"

They went into the headmistresses office and after locking the door, Claudia's next period was free, and closing the blinds over the window, Maureen sat on the corner of the desk and crossed her arms over her chest, "So....do tell," she grinned at her lover.

Putting her mouth close to Maureen's ear, she started to relate everything that had happened in the classroom, the head-teacher's eyes widening with every sentence. Claudia laid her hand on Maureen's knee as she continued whispering, her hot breath tickling her ear, when she reached the part where Brenda licked her fingers Maureen gasped, her thighs parted involuntarily as Claudia slowly slid her hand up her thigh and under the hem of her skirt.

When Claudia's groping fingers reached the damp crotch of her panties she leaned back across the desk and resting on her elbows, abandoning herself to her lover's touch, "Do it!" she moaned, her eyes tight shut and her voice husky and almost inaudible.

Claudia knelt between Maureen's spread thighs and pushed the hem of her skirt up around her waist, then she place her mouth directly on the crotch of her panties and started sucking Maureen's juices through the thin lacy material. She used the fingers of one hand to pull the leg of Maureen's panties to one side and flicked her tongue over her clitoris, bringing forth another groan from her lover. Her other hand went between her own legs and wormed it's way inside her trousers to cup her own pussy, applying pressure with her palm and sending tingles coursing throughout her body.

Maureen's feet went up onto the desk, her knees falling apart and opening herself up fully for the questing tongue licking and sucking at her very core. Her hands clenched into fists at her side when Claudia inserted her tongue deep inside her slit, licking the interior muscles and sucking on her throbbing clitoris with her top lip.

"Ohhhhhh fuccckkkkk!!! Make me cummmm!!!" Maureen moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm building up. The room was soon filled with the musky scent of feminine arousal.

Claudia removed her mouth from Maureen's pussy and licked her lips, her lips and chin glistening wet with her lover's juices and whispered, "Just imagine Brenda doing this to you," and went back to licking and sucking on the pussy before her, flicking her tongue over the clitoris and gently nibbling on it.

Soon Maureen couldn't take it anymore, her hands went to Claudia's head and she entwined her fingers in her hair, pulling her face onto her pussy as if to stuff her whole head inside. Her breathing started to come in gasps as she lifted her hips off the desk, grinding her pussy into Claudia's mouth, "Yesssssss, that's it Brenda," she groaned, her eyes screwed tight shut in ecstasy, "Fuck me with your tongue, let me cum in your mouth."

Her fingers frantically thrusting in and out of her own pussy, Claudia plunged her tongue in and out of Maureen's pulsating pussy faster and faster, her nose pressed hard up against the clitoris and stimulating it. A sudden flood of juices pouring past her lips rewarded her skill with her tongue; the interior muscles of Maureen's pussy rippled and gripped her tongue as she orgasmed straight into her mouth. That was enough for Claudia, she thrust three fingers deep inside her sopping wet pussy and came...and came...and came until she thought that she would never stop, her own love juices flooding out of her and over her hand and soaking the crotch of her trousers.