Stacey

by Joaane

I hope you have read "The Journey" It was the making of me xx Stacey

Hi, I’m Stacey. I’m ten years old. My mom introduced me to going commando on a train journey to visit my aunt. It was a wonderful trip. My mom dared me to take my panties off in the train toilets. We both enjoyed the feeling of being naughty and knowing that our naked pussies were just out of sight. It was very exciting. It led to me and my mom having sex, which was my first time, but that led to more sex with my mom, my aunt and my aunt’s wife. It was a wonderful holiday.

That was several weeks ago. Now, except when I slip into my mom’s bed, where we make love with ever increasing expertise, things are back to normal. I am back at school and still bored silly by the lessons. Not always, but occasionally I slip out of my school knickers and put them in my satchel. Just the knowledge that my naked pussy was covered only by my skirt, and just covered by the desk when I am sat down, gets me so excited it is all I can not to scream, just as I do into my mom’s ear, but I have had to become expert at bringing myself off quietly.

One day I had gone to school fully dressed. We were being set a test and so there was a lot of nervous tension in the room. I tried, but I just couldn’t concentrate. I raised my hand and asked to be able to go to the toilet. The teacher knew what I wanted and just nodded agreement.

I took my satchel with me and went out of the classroom and down the corridor to the toilets. I did have a pee while I was there, but that wasn’t why I was there, I was really there to take off my knickers and go commando again. I dried myself and put my kickers in my satchel. I was alone in the toilet. I studied my walk in the long mirror behind the row of sinks. Nothing could be seen unless I wanted it to be. I lifted my skirt and faced the mirror. My smooth naked pussy almost shone out in the bright florescent light. I spread my pussy open and ran my finger into my wet cunny hole. I went weak at the knees.

I licked my fingers and then wash both my pussy and my hands. The roughness of the paper towel on my pussy had a magic of its own. I then luxuriated in the cool draught running over and into my pussy as I walked back to the classroom. I entered the class and was heading towards my desk when the teacher called to me, “Come here,” she said. I turned towards her. Her stare told me that she meant it, and she meant now.

I was about to put my satchel onto my desk, “Bring that with you,” she said. She took the satchel out of my hand and placed it on her desk. “I wonder why you took this with you to the toilet,” she said pointing to the bag. “You haven’t been cheating, have you?” My face was throbbing and glowing red with embarrassment, which she took to be guilt.

She searched the bag. She moved the knickers from side to side as she delved deeper into the bag. I thought I was going to die. “Ok,” she said finally, “that seems to be in good order.” She returned the bag back to me. “Go and sit down and get on with your work, we have wasted enough time.”

I returned to my desk and did my best to concentrate on the work, but I was constantly aware of the teacher’s eyes burning into me. Each time I looked up she was still staring at me. It was a relief when the bell went and the girls packed up their things and left the room, leaving their work for marking on the teacher’s desk as they filed out. It was clear that I had done very little work as I placed my paper onto the desk. “Stay behind,” came the order.

I watched as the last girl left the room. The teacher had taken the satchel off me and had placed it on the desk. “Is there anything you want to tell me,” she said as she locked the classroom door. Teachers often did that when they did not want to be disturbed.

“I, I don’t think so,” I stuttered.

She took the navy blue cotton knickers out of my bag. “Why are you not wearing these?” she asked.

“I like to go commando.” I said. “It makes me feel good.”

She sat at her desk and examined my panties closely, especially the gusset. She swung around on her chair. “Come here,” she said.

I stood in front of her while she slipped her hand up my skirt. There was only about six inches of skirt below my pussy line. She felt all around my pussy. She caressed its smoothness and then ran her fingers up and down my slit. She found my clit and teased it mercilessly. I held onto the desk for support, gasping for breath. She pushed me back onto her desk and spread my legs wide. I didn’t resist.

“Fuck me, oh please fuck me,” I begged under my breath. She pressed her face into my pussy and fucked me with her tongue. In and out it went with increasing speed until I came all over her.

I couldn’t see, but I knew that she was frigging herself. She was bouncing up and down on her chair as she slurped and gurgled as she took us both through our orgasms. I lay there panting. I then sat up and looked at her.

She was smiling, “I think we can safely say that you have top marks in this test.” She was nodding at the neatly stacked pile of test work papers the girls had placed on the desk.

She then stood up and wriggled out of her panties, which were wet with her juices. They were prettier and lot flimsier than mine. “Put these in your satchel with yours,” she said, “You have a fellow commando now.”

She smiled and raised her skirt which sent a pulse to me pussy at the sight of her. She had a thick dense black minge that was trimmed into a strip two inches wide. It went between her legs hiding her pussy completely. It looked like the saddle of a unicycle.

“Meet me here at lunch time,” she said. I was weak at the knees at I went off, still commando, to my next lesson.