How Rebecca Conquered Me

1

I teach where Rebecca goes to school.  She has been eying me for the past
year because she can tell I'm hung up on her.  It's so humiliating for me
to admit that I'm hung up on one of my teen girl students.  But I just
can't help myself.  

She is just so attractive, long, slender figure, flat
tummy with just a hint of baby fat, pert little breasts, coltish legs,
perfect butt, and cute little feet. Who wouldn't be hung up on her?  My
problem is she knows I am.  And she also knows adult female teachers aren't
supposed to lust after their teen girl students.  And she knows she can use
that fact against me.

She must think it's sensually exciting to have an older woman who is also
her teacher lusting after her.  How do I know she feels that way?  She
whispered it in my ear one day last week just after class.  Since then, she
has begun to tease me mercilessly.  Today, the teasing got a lot worse.

Rebecca remained in my classroom until all the other students had left for
the day.  I was sitting at my desk quietly putting student work away when
she sauntered over and leaned way over my desk to ask some silly questions
about tomorrow's assignment.  I looked up, startled, and she giggled a
little in her throat when she saw my hungry eyes drawn to the opening of
her top that was so loose fitting because of how far she was leaning over
the desk.  Things weren't helped by the fact that she had unbuttoned the
top two buttons so her top practically let me see everything she had.  I
was sure Rebecca knew very well she had beautiful teen breasts, and she
obviously went braless today just so she could show them off to me and
tempt and torment me with them.

She was just as much saying, "I know you want these, teacher dear.  But
you'll have to work to get them."

When I made a little whimpering moan in the back of my throat, Rebecca
giggled.

"Why, Ms. Duncan," Rebecca lisped with a little smirky sigh.  "Are you by
any chance looking down my top"?

I blushed all the way down to my breasts and started to stammer out a
denial.  She kept leaning over my desk, and then she grinned knowingly
because it was obvious that I couldn't tear my eyes away even though she
had busted me for looking.

Rebecca slowly reached out a slim hand and cupped my chin so I had to look
directly into her eyes.

"I do have yummy tits, don't I, Ms. Duncan"?

I blushed even deeper.

Rebecca squeezed my chin as if to say, `you better answer me, or I'll hurt
you'.

"Say 'Rebecca has yummy tits', Ms. Duncan."

I squirmed in my chair, but I just couldn't say a word.  I was mesmerized
by the sight of her sweet young breasts, but she had made me speechless.

"Say It, you bad girl"!  She screamed right into my face.

I tried to pull away, but her hand held me in a vice.

"Rebecca has yummy tits", I whispered so she could barely hear me.

"Say it louder, you pervy little teacher slut"!  She screamed again.

I was so afraid someone out in the hall would hear us and come in to see
what was going on.  I was trembling; part from fear and part from hunger to
see more of her.

"Rebecca has yummy tits", I said in a normal tone of voice, hoping this
would satisfy her.

She smiled sweetly and ran the fingers of her other hand through my hair
and said softly, "See, Ms. Duncan.  That wasn't so hard.  Was it?"

She slackened her hold on my chin and I nodded my head.  It really wasn't
so hard.

She took her hand completely away from my chin and my head dropped so I
could look right down her top and feast my hungry eyes on her beautiful
teen breasts again.

Rebecca noticed where my eyes had gone and she laughed.

"You're so easy, Ms. Duncan.  Wait till tomorrow when I make you say even
more humiliating things, and do even more humiliating things."

Suddenly, Rebecca stood up and sauntered right out of my classroom without
another word.  She arrogantly left my door open for anyone who passed to
see how flushed she had made me.

I blushed bright red at the memory of what Rebecca had made me do and say.
I slowly looked down at my desk, my head lowered in shame; and then I saw
the cute little stationery envelope she had left on my desk.  I frantically
tore it open and read her note as I felt little beads of pleasure/pain
sweat begin to form on my upper lip.

************************************* "Dear Ms. Duncan (My Own Little
Teacher Slut),"

"Since I was a little girl, I have always wanted an older woman lusting
after me.  The fact that you lust after me and that you are a teacher is
even more naughty and exciting.  It took me a long time to work up my
courage for today, but I could feel something between us growing for a
while now.  I can't help but notice how you blush when you look at me or I
stand close to you."

"Now that I have put Phase One of my plan into effect, I'm going home with
lots to think about.  I can't believe I finally did it.  I not only showed
you my little teen tits, but I'm positive you really got excited seeing
them. I know you actually WANTED to see them.  And, unless I'm wrong, you
blushed all over and repeated just what I planned to make you say like a
good little girl.  So obedient.  I like that in a teacher."

"Once I get home, I plan to run up to my room.  I'll be glad my mom is
still at work for a while.  I will want the privacy of my bedroom to touch
myself and think about you, Ms. Duncan.  I'm going to imagine your wet lips
on my hard nipples.  I'm going to finger myself with one hand and tug on
and twist my adorable nipples with the other.  My whole room will smell
just like my pussy as soon as I cum very hard."

"Don't you wish you were with me?  Giggle."

"As I lie there, drifting along after my cummy, feeling so yummy, I will
think about tomorrow.  I am certain I will start to feel myself tingle
again.  I'm going to make sure to see you right after school again.  Be
ready for me."

"Just the idea of what tomorrow will being makes me squirm.  I'm going to
wear a loose top like the one I wore today with even more buttons undone.
I also have a snug little short skirt that will be the perfect tease.
Should I wear a thong underneath or just skip panties?  Hmmm...I also have
an adorable pair of sandals that should be perfect.  They have just enough
heel to show off my nice legs and let you see my cute little toes.  I think
I'm going to sit in the front of the class tomorrow.  Maybe I'll give old,
horny, Ms. Duncan a little show.  Would you like that, horny, old
Ms. Duncan"?

"Sincerely,"

"Teen Princess Rebecca"

2

As the students filed into my classroom next day for my last period, I
noticed Rebecca whispering to her best friend Kasey.  You both giggled and
Kasey headed for your normal seat in the back of the room while you slid
into her normal desk at the front.  My desk is far enough back from the
front row of student desks that I could see under that row, and what I saw
frightened and excited me all at the same time.

Since my scary/exhilarating encounter with you yesterday, I hadn't been
peaceful, even in sleep.  After you sauntered out of my classroom, I
literally ran to my car, not caring if anybody saw me or not.  I couldn't
even keep it together enough to drive home.  I just sat right there in the
parking lot with my fingers inside the waistband of my skirt and my hips
raised off the seat so I could stroke my soppy labia through my
juices-soaked panties. I didn't want to let myself go to the point of
orgasming right there in the parking lot, but it was everything I could do
to stop myself in time.  I drove home at a high rate of speed, ran inside
my house, tore off my clothes, and threw them on the sofa, except for my
soaked panties.  I jammed those into my mouth as far as they would go, and
sucked on them, and moaned while my fingers slammed inside my puffy pussy
till I came and came.  I kept calling your name through my wet panties and
kept begging you to take me and take me and take me.  I didn't sleep at all
that night, thinking, and dreaming, and hoping.

Today was more or less alright till I saw you sitting in Karen's desk.  I
could see that your top was even looser than yesterday, and that was doing
nothing to keep me from getting soaked again.  Every time you bent forward
to write something down from the lecture I was stammering out, I could see
those tantalizing breasts of yours.  And when my eyes were drawn under
Kasey's desk I could see your beautiful legs encased in a skirt that was so
too short.  In a fog of lust, I wondered why you had even bothered wearing
it at all.  Then you parted your legs and I could see you were wearing the
cutest little thong panty that did almost nothing to cover your tantalizing
little pussy.  My mouth got really dry as I stared at your crotch because I
could plainly see your labia outlined by the thong.  It was everything I
could do to keep from falling on my knees right there in class and crawling
under that desk.

I finally tore my eyes away from your spread legs and fastened them instead
on your sandal clad feet.  Your bright pink toenail polish mocked me and I
longed for the privilege of painting your nails for you.

I was obviously a total wreck by the time class let out, and I didn't know
if you were just going to leave with that knowing smirk on your face, or
make me do more humiliating things like yesterday.

3

My classroom emptied, all except Rebecca.  Just like yesterday, she slid
out of her desk and walked straight toward me.  I squirmed in my seat and
looked down at the floor.  I was just like a scared rabbit.  Rebecca leaned
over my desk as she had before and made sure I had a perfect sight line to
her little tits.  Needless to say, I wasn't looking at her face.

"Oh Ms. Duncan," Rebecca said softly.  She slipped her hand under my chin
and lifted my face so we were looking straight into each other's eyes.  I
tried my best to shift my gaze.  But Rebecca would have none of it.

"Ms. Duncan.  I need some special after school tutoring today.  I thought
maybe you could go ahead and reserve one of the study carols in the library
for us.  Did you hear me Ms. Duncan?"

I nodded my head meekly.  I had heard her instructions.  I was being
obedient and I could sense that my meekness just added to her wicked
pleasure.  "Yes, Rebecca.  I'll do that."  My voice was so low it was
almost a mumble.

"Make sure you get one of those really private ones.  You know what I mean.
Ms. Duncan.  You can stop looking at my tits now and go make that
reservation.  I'll see you in just a little while."

Rebecca raised up, and as she turned to leave, she stopped and turned back
around.  My eyes dropped to her sweet tits again.

"Teacher, you sure do have a thing for my little teen tits, don't you?"

My face flushed and, once again, I tried to look away.  But her next words
drew me right back.

"Did teacher enjoy looking up my skirt today?  I saw you checking me out.
You do like teen girls, don't you, Ms. Duncan?"

I couldn't do anything but lower my head in shame and mumble something
incoherent.  But Rebecca still wasn't satisfied.

"Ms. Duncan, did you like my thong?  Did you see how wet it was?"

She impishly slid her hand under her skirt and brought it back up.  She
held it out to me imperiously.

"Look at how wet I am.  My fingers are sopping.  Would you like to sniff my
fingers teacher dear...or maybe lick them off"?

I moaned pleadingly and you shoved her fingers in my mouth.  She granted me
a minute to lick them clean and enjoy the taste.

"Ms. Duncan, I need to get on with my life.  Make sure you reserve that
study room and meet me in the library."

I nodded my meek head in obedience.  I knew absolutely I shouldn't be
thinking about Rebecca "that way", much less doing what I had just done.  I
had actually agreed to obey Rebecca and reserve a study carol in the back
of the library for "after school tutoring", and, worse yet, I had actually
begged Rebecca to put her sex sticky fingers in my mouth and I had sucked
her heavenly nectar off them while she smiled her knowing little smile that
said " Gotcha"!

After Rebecca left me just sitting there, ashamed and humiliated, I stood
up like a zombie and went directly to the school library to reserve the
study carol.

Ms. Shafer, the school librarian, looked at me quizzically as I made a
special request for one of the carols without the little window in the
door, as is required for all the new carols.  Since this one was way in the
back of the stacks, they sort of forgot to replace the old solid door.  I
had heard rumors that teen boys and girls went back to those carols to make
out.  I wondered if Rebecca knew about that and why she told me to make
sure to reserve one of those.  The thought of what that might mean made me
wet, wet, wet.

I finally wheedled Ms. Shafer into assigning me one of those old carols for
the rest of the school year.

"At least, you can keep those dirty sex-crazed kids from doing disgusting
stuff in there." she said, obviously not aware of the "disgusting stuff" I
soon hoped to be doing back there with Rebecca.

I went to the teacher's lounge for a drink of water, then practically ran
back to the library.  Rebecca was already there ahead of me talking quietly
with Ms. Shafer.  They looked up as I walked in, acting like they had been
plotting some secret something and I had interrupted them.

Rebecca looked directly at me and said, "Well, well, Ms. Duncan.  Are we
finally ready for our lesson?"

Ms. Shafer giggled softly way back in her throat at my embarrassment at
being talked to that way by one of my students.

I lowered my eyes respectfully and said very softly, "Yes, Rebecca.  I'm
ready".

Rebecca sauntered over to me and took my hand as if I were a small child
and led me back to the farthest part of the stacks.

"Ms. Shafer told me which carol was ours, Faye.  Wasn't that nice of her"?

I tingled at hearing Rebecca calling me by my first name, and a diminutive
at that.

"Well, Faye, wasn't it"?

I nearly stumbled, I was so embarrassed.

"Yes, Rebecca.  It was very nice of Ms. Shafer to tell you which carol she
had reserved for us."

Rebecca giggled, took the key out of my trembling hand, unlocked the door,
led me unceremoniously into the carol, and locked the door behind us.

"Now Faye, isn't that much better," Rebecca cooed as she leaned forward and
impishly flicked her tongue along the very tip of my nose.  I moaned in
rapt hunger to be controlled by this assertive teen princess.

"Oh yes, Faye.  So much better.  We can be all alone here, for that extra
special tutoring you are going to give me.  Right, Faye"?

I wriggled like a happy puppy.

"Yes, Rebecca.  So much better."

My eyes were half closed, my breathing came in short, fierce pants.  My
fevered mind raced from one image to another.  What extra special tutoring
did Rebecca have in mind for me?

It was obvious by her own body language that Rebecca was becoming excited
to have me all to herself in the study carol.  It seemed her plan was
working much better than she had ever hoped.  I have been very easy to
control so far.  Now I was standing meekly beside the locked door.  She
pulled one of the two chairs away from the little table and sat down.

Rebecca looked up at me and smiled

"You know, Faye, you always told us we should find a nice, quiet place to
study and get comfortable.  I've been on my feet all day today and my feet
really hurt.  Makes it kinda hard to concentrate on my lessons, don't you
think?"

She stretched her enticing legs out and wiggled her toes.  My eyes locked
onto her legs and feet and I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Why don't you get down on your knees, Faye, and give Teen Princess Rebecca
a nice foot massage.  It will help me study."

Hearing these salacious words, the expression on my face shifted from
horror, to humiliation, to animal lust.  Rebecca was assertive enough to
know I was hers now and that I would be obedient no matter how degraded I
felt.  I would be obedient because of how degraded I felt.

For a moment, I remained still and said nothing, hungering, anticipating.
Then I slowly dropped to my knees right there in front of my Teen Princess.
My eyes stayed fixed on her sexy little feet and enticing long legs.  She
lifted one of her feet off the floor and pointed her toes at my flushed
face, indicating she wanted me to take off her sandal.

My hands were trembling a little as they moved toward her outstretched
foot.  I fumbled clumsily with the buckle before getting it unfastened.
Slowly and lovingly I slid the sandal off Rebecca's foot.  She wiggled your
toes, then raised her other foot.  I unbuckled that sandal also and took it
off.

Rebecca leaned back and spread her legs a little.  My heart pounded inside
me.

"Good job, little Faye.  That feels much better."

She could tell by where my eyes were focused that I was looking up her
short skirt.  I was looking at where I wanted to be more than anything in
the whole wide world.

"You know, Faye, my legs are a little stiff.  Why don't you be a good
little teacher and give me a leg rub as well as a foot massage."

Without asking permission I had already begun to rub her cunning little
teen foot with their bright pink toenails mocking and taunting me.

Teen Princess Rebecca looked down at me triumphantly.  She could tell that
rubbing her foot was turning on her submissive teacher.  She spread her
toes and wiggled them.  As she continued to look down at me, she could
plainly see where my eyes have wandered.

"Faye, precious, didn't I tell you to rub my legs?  My muscles are stiff."
She opened her tantalizing legs even wider.  She obviously wanted me to get
hot looking at her legs and looking up my skirt.  But then she scolded me
for doing the very thing I thought she wanted.

"Stop looking up my skirt, you pathetic little perve," She screamed at me.
I flinched away as if I had been slapped.

"I'm so sorry, Rebecca.  Please don't get mad at me," I cried out.

I immediately leaned forward and started working on her smooth calves.

"Mmmm...that's better, Faye, precious.  I knew you had it in you.  You be a
good girl now and you can move up to my thighs."

My face turned red and I was breathing hard.  I was so excited now my hands
were trembling.  I was hungrily caressing Rebecca's legs and staring up
hungrily between them.  I couldn't help it even if it made her mad again.
I could see that her tiny thong is soaking wet.  I wanted to inhale her.  I
wanted to taste her.  I wanted everything.

"My pathetic little Faye.  You are such a naughty and horny slut, aren't
you?  Lusting after one of your teen student's pussy...what would
Ms. Schafer say if she knew what you were doing back here?  Such a bad
teacher."

I could only manage a pitiful little whimper.  Sliding my hands up and down
this teen girl's legs, I suddenly found myself baby kissing her thighs.

"Now Faye...do you know what time it is?  It's time for you to have that
little treat you've been dying for.  I want you to be a good teacher and
slide off my soppy wet thong.  Then I want you to lick my little teen pussy
just like the subby teacher slut you are."

Even though I heard the words I had longed to hear so much over the past
two days, I remained frozen in place.  Even though every fiber of my being
drove me to slide my flushed face up Rebecca's outstretched legs and bury
it worshipfully between them, I just couldn't seem to move.  Was it the
ultimate humiliation I felt being on my knees before one of my students?
Was it disbelief that she would actually allow a stupid, perverse old woman
like me the privilege of tasting her most intimate places?  Was it the
stark awareness that, if I took this final, degrading step, I would be her
slavish sex toy for as long as she wanted me?

I looked up beseechingly to seek some sign from my Teen Princess that she
really did want me to move onto the final surrender.  I could see the
animal excitement in her eyes.  I could tell this was no sudden whim on her
part.  It was clear she had been planning this moment for a long time and
coaxing me right to this subservient place on my knees before her.

Then, I saw her expression change.  She had become impatient with my
dithering at the very moment when she wanted to celebrate her ultimate
triumph over me.

Rebecca's nostrils flared in anger and impatience.  Harsh, unintelligible
words came flying out of her mouth and I diffidently lowered my head in
response.  I had displeased my Teen Princess.  And I would suffer for it.
And I would deserve to suffer for displeasing her.

Suddenly I found myself lying over the chair she have pulled out, not
knowing at all how I got there.  Suddenly I found myself pleading with her
to punish me any way she felt necessary.  Suddenly I felt my hands reach
behind me as if they had a will of their own. Suddenly I lifted up my hips
without really thinking about what I was doing and rooked my skirt up
around my waist.  More harsh, humiliating words came from Rebecca as she
stared at my panties, now plainly visible.  Even harsher words as she
ridiculed my unsexy choices in underwear, and it broke my heart to hear
them because I had picked out my sexiest pair to wear today in hopes she
would have made me show them to her right there in my class room.  More
harsh commands as I found myself jerking my panties down to my knee
hollows.  Now she could see my exposed backside.  She laughed harshly and
commented snarkily on how flabby my bottom was.

Then, just as suddenly, her tone softened.  She actually gave me a
complement on how smooth my pussy lips were as she saw them puffed out
beneath the crack of my butt.  I thrilled because I had been especially
careful to shave them the night before, praying she would eventually want
to see my vulva.

AI Rebecca's words of praise, I wriggled like a happy puppy at the thought
that she was pleased with what she saw.  I closed my eyes dreaming that she
would stroke me there lovingly and tenderly only to feel the sudden, sharp
pain as she slapped my bottom hard.  I cried out, as much in sorrow as in
pain.  Rebecca didn't want to treat me lovingly.  She merely wanted to
amuse herself by abusing me.  And I couldn't do one thing to prevent it.
Nor did I really wish to. I wanted her so much I would endure any
humiliation, suffer any punishment, if she would only let me worship her.

Rebecca decided to relent and only gave me one spank.  Part of me was glad,
and another part hungered for more pain at her hands.  I wanted to prove to
her that I could be a good girl and take my rightful punishment.  Perhaps I
would displease her on purpose later on just to goad her into punishing me
again.  Perhaps.

Then, just as I was becoming moist dreaming of a good hard hand spanking,
Rebecca instructed me to pull up my panties and adjust my skirt.  Once
more, I found myself on my knees in front of her longing to do whatever she
had commanded before indecision had overtaken me.  But she was having none
of it.  She wriggled her bare foot before my face and admonished me that I
needed a great deal more "tutoring" before she would once again extend the
privilege of allowing her slutty old teacher toy access to her sweet labia.

I confessed aloud that she was correct.  I did need more "tutoring".  I
obediently began the happy task of sucking her teen toes, one at a time.

Rebecca smiled down at me.

"I love the expression on your face, Faye.  Kind of like a deer in the
headlights.  I couldn't tell whether you were more excited or more
humiliated.  Whatever the case, I'm excited.  I've waiting and planning for
this for a long time."

I looked up at her and I could plainly see the lust hunger mixed with cruel
viciousness in her eyes.  She wanted to tease and control me.  It excited
her.  It made her wet.

"Faye, I told you to lick my pussy and you just kept kneeling there with
your hands on my legs.  Then I spanked you for being a bad girl, and you
still just sit there, kneeling.  I'm beginning to think you are being a
very bad girl.  We can't have that.  We can't have that at all.  You must
be obedient."

I started whimpering and begging her to give you another chance.  She
interrupted me.

"Bad girls must be punished, Faye.  You know that.  I guess one spanking
just wasn't enough".

She motioned to the same chair she had spanked me on before.

"You know what you are supposed to do, Faye.  Now I want you to lay across
this chair just like before with that flabby ass of yours up in the air
just like before.  Do you understand me?

I was still whimpering.  "Oh yes, Rebecca.  I am so sorry.  I have been a
bad girl."  I stood up and went back over to the chair.  I lay across the
seat with my feet on the floor.

"Slide that stupid teacher skirt up again."

I reached behind and awkwardly slid the skirt up to my waist, just as
before.  Except this time, I was fully aware of what I am doing, and twice
as humiliated as before.

Rebecca taunted me again.

"Well look at that...teacher panties.  Isn't that cute.  Did you get those
in the old lady department of Walmart"?

"No ma'am..."  My voice was trembling with humiliation.

"Well, go ahead and slide them down to your ankles, stupid.  You know what
you are supposed to do.  NOW!"

I was whimpering again.  I could see how Rebecca loved controlling me and
making squirm in fear and humiliation.

"I really enjoyed spanking that flabby butt of yours, and I'm really going
to enjoy doing it again.  I think it's so cute your puss is shaved and
smooth like a little girl's.  Did you do that for me, slut"?

Rebecca leaned forward and gave my bottom a hard open handed slap.  It
sounded loud and I squirmed.  She repeated it four more times.  Each time
there was a loud smack followed by my little whimper of pain and
degradation.  I was being spanked on my bare bottom by one of my students
and I was loving it.

By the time she stopped spanking me, my labia were covered with sex dew.

"Now, Faye.  Pull up those granny panties and pull down your skirt and get
down on your knees again."

As I was re-arranging my clothes, I noticed that Rebecca was holding her
foot out and wiggling her toes.

"You still need more training before you can lick my pussy you old slut.
"Suck my toes, one at a time...first this foot"

4

Again and again, my brain skidded between fear and lust.  What was I doing
in this study carol with a teen girl, one of my own students, who obviously
derived sexual pleasure and excitement from humiliating me and knowing she
could control me to satisfy her own twisted desires?  How wrong could this
go?  I could be ruined, lose my job, have to move to another town, lose my
house, everything.

But then, my hungry eyes focused once more upon Rebecca's sweet, tempting
breasts, or her coltish legs, or her cunning little feet with their sexy
toes, and the hysteria was washed away by the gnawing hunger to serve my
Teen Princess, and worship her, and do anything she told me to do.
Anything at all.

I could see the scorn and disgust in her eyes and the confident smirk on
her face.  Yes. She was right about me.  I was easy.  So easy to tease.  So
easy to humiliate.  So easy to control.  So easy to spot for the teen girl
hungry slut I was.  So meek.

Rebecca giggled softly as she noticed my eyes travel down her legs and rest
hungrily on her feet.  She sat back and told me in no uncertain terms what
to do, and I did it.  I crawled toward her like an obedient lapdog.  Just
like the obedient lapdog I have become.  The knowledge of what I have
become humiliated me.  I, a teacher, a respected role model for young
people, was obediently crawling on my hands and knees toward the feet of
one of my own teen girl students to give her the foot licking she demanded.
And I couldn't stop myself even though I knew how sick it is.  I had become
Rebecca's obedient little teacher slut.  I was ashamed, and degraded, but
that's what I was.  So why not make the best of it.

Rebecca lifted one foot and pointed the toes toward my face.  I knew what I
must do even without being ordered.  I sniffed her toes just like before
and thrilled to her smell.  Then I reached up with trembling hands, held
her foot tenderly, and began slowly and sensuously sucking each toe in
turn.  Rebecca leaned back against her chair and reveled in the feel of my
soft, warm, wet tongue on her toes.  As I finished slavishly laving one
foot, she brought the other one to my lips.  And I repeated my devotions
slavishly.

When she appeared satisfied with the level of my servitude, Rebecca looked
down at me, kneeling there on the floor.

"And what does Faye want now"?

Her tone was mocking, imperious, condescending.  But I couldn't keep from
replying.  I poured out my heart, all restraint gone away in a flood of
hunger.

"I've been a good girl, Rebecca.  I've done what you told me to.  And I
really need to be rewarded for the good girl I've been."

"I'm so hungry for you to control me, Rebecca.  I'm so needy to be your
horny old lezzy slut.  I need your finger deep inside my soppy pussy, and
deep inside my rose if that would excite you, turning, twisting,
scratching, and making me squeal and squirm.  I need a good hand spanking
on my flabby old butt.  I'm soppy wet, begging you, humiliating myself to
you telling you what I need.  I'm so ashamed of how degrading this is."

"I need to be completely naked on my knees in front of you always. I need
you to pull my hair and make me lean way over so you can slap my floppy
tits as they hang down.  I need you to put on a strap on and fuck me deep
inside my pussy.  I need that same strap on, soaked with my juices, shoved
deep into my rose.  I need you to make me scream and beg you to fuck me and
hurt me and humiliate me."

"I know hearing all this will disgust you and you will probably throw me
away.  But I can't stop myself from telling you.  Maybe, just maybe, you
will take pity on me.  Maybe you will laugh at me and think I'm so pathetic
you can do anything you want with me and I'll keep coming back for more.
Maybe the whole thing will turn you off and I'll never hear from you
again."

I lay on the floor, sobbing my eyes out.

Rebecca sat beside me, stroking my hair softly.

"Yes, Faye precious.  You've been a very good girl and you've done whatever
I told you.  I hope you realize that it is I who decides when you get
rewarded and punished from now on, not you.  If you are too impatient and
pester me with demands, I will have to punish you really bad."

"We both know you are my horny old lezzy subby slut from now on.  I'm going
to love shoving my fingers deep up your old butt, turning, twisting,
scratching and making you squeal and squirm.  I'm looking forward to it.
Did you like it when I spanked your butt?  I did enjoy that so."

I nodded my head vigorously.

"Oooh, Faye.  I think I`m also going to like slapping your old tits and
seeing the nipples get hard.  Then I'll pinch them and twist them and make
you squirm and squeal some more.  Such a horny old cunt you are...the
perfect fuck toy for a teen girl like me."

"And speaking of toys, I have this yummy little strap on at home.  I'm
going to want you to put my strap on for me and suck my girl cock and get
it wet and slippery because I'm going to fuck your hot old cunt.  Mmmm...I
love that mature pussy of yours.  I want to bend you over, grab your hips
and ram that big girl cock into your soppy old cunt.  I want to feel my
pussy rubbing against that flabby woman ass of yours.  I want to see those
tits of yours hanging down and flopping around.  I want to hear you whimper
and moan and squeal."

"And when I get tired of using you all by myself, I'm going to share you.
Won't that be yummy"?

I lay there on the floor and sobbed and sobbed.  But not from humiliation
or fear, but from purest erotic joy.  Rebecca wasn't disgusted with me.
She wanted me just the way I was.  I rolled onto my back and raised my arms
high above my head.  I wanted her to see my total vulnerability and
surrender.

"I love you so much, Rebecca.  I have been thinking about you and what you
would do to me for the last two days. You knew I would want you to share
me."

"How would you share me?  How would you prove to your teen girlfriends how
much I would do for you?  Would you make me sit naked in front of you and
your friends with my soppy panties in my mouth?  Would you show them what a
dirty old woman I am and how much I crave your teen body?  Would you
embarrass and humiliate me because you know how much I need it?  Would you
call me "your horny old slut" in front of them?  Would you make me lick
your butt crack and your little rose?  Would you make me suck your soiled
panties?  Would you make me suck their panties?  Would you be amused
knowing how embarrassed and afraid I was that someone would catch me?
Would it make you wet to know I was worried and still couldn't stop doing
whatever you said?"

"Would you make me get on my knees and beg you to let me lick your pussy
while we were in class?  Would you give me to your teen girlfriends in
class to make me do sick things?  Would you like to watch me squirm while I
was doing them?  Would you make me sit in my desk chair and let you tie my
wrists behind my back, and my ankles to the front legs of the chair with my
legs spread wide so you and your girlfriends could see my pussy all moist
for you?  Would you like to see me struggle and squirm in those ropes while
you and your girlfriends slapped my breasts and tweaked my hard nipples,
and shoved horrible things deep inside me?"

Would you make me go with you to the adult store to buy an even bigger
strap on than the one you already have so you could fuck me with it?  Would
you enjoy my embarrassment and humiliation as I had to explain to the sales
girl what I wanted and why I wanted it?  Would you take me home, make me
strip and then make me help you put it on?  Would you make me kneel and
suck the dildo part till it was slick with my spit?  Would you make me lean
over a chair and fuck me standing up?  Would you giggle at the wet spot I
was making on the floor as you fucked me?  Would you make me lick up the
wet spot when you got through fucking me?  Would you put me back over the
chair and make me beg you to fuck my sexy ass?  Would you giggle as I
squirmed when you put your lube-covered fingers deep inside my rose?  Would
you make me squirm and beg for you to fuck me there?  Would you like
knowing I was scared of being fucked there, but was still begging for it?"

"Does it excite you to see me, your teacher and an adult woman, squirm and
beg you to torment me and want you so bad she'd do anything to please you?
Would it excite you to fuck my rosebud with your fingers?  Would you like
the feel of my tight hole as you slid your fingers up inside me?  Would you
like it when my anus squeezed your finger?  Do you want to see my face
pressed against your pussy and all covered with your juices?"

"Do you like my giving up control to you?  Do you want all my friends to
know just what a horny old slut I am?  Do you want me to be thinking about
you all the time I am with them, but not be able to let it show"?

"Do you want to control when I can have an orgasm?  Would you want to
prevent me from cumming even though you know how worked up and excited I
must be to bring my Teen Princess the cruelest pleasure.  You know that
humiliation and control just gets me so hot.  And I know there's nothing
you like as much as your horny mature teacher slut all primed and ready and
not being allowed to cum."

"Do you want to tell all your teen girlfriends about how slutty I am and
what a good little pussy eater I am.  Do you want to give them a chance to
see for themselves"?

"You know I will be obedient and please my Teen Princess Rebecca".

Rebecca stroked my hair even more lovingly and replied sweetly, almost as
if she were re-assuring a hopeful little girl who wanted her presents.

"I do plan on sharing you with one or more of my teen girlfriends.  There
are lots of ways to do it and I want to explore as many as I can think of."

"Of course I would make you go to the adult store with me to buy a nice big
strap on to fuck you with.  You should know that already!  I'd be so
excited to be fucking my own little teacher slut"

"It does make me hot to see a mature adult woman like you squirm and beg me
and want it so bad she'll do anything.  I do like to take control of you.
I like the idea of your friends knowing just how much you crave my teen
pussy."

"I like knowing that my subby little teacher slut is always horny for me
and craves teen girls.  I like it very much that she wants to be controlled
and humiliated.  I like that she gets off on struggling and squirming."

"I have this friend and we talk a lot. She's very cute and popular. Her
name is Kasey and she has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's also a
cheerleader. She has lots of energy and she giggles a lot. We've discussed
a lot of things, including sex. I had never told her I'm in to controlling
older women, though, until last week. Of course I have told her about you
since then, and she seems quite interested."

"Last week the two of us had a sleepover at Kasey's house. Her mom and dad
were out of town on Friday night and they were OK with me staying over with
her. She had a cheer practice Saturday morning so she couldn't go with
them."

"We stayed up late watching movies and talking...mostly talking. I was
feeling really close to her and we did this sort of truth or dare thing. I
ended up admitting I liked older women. It didn't seem to bother Kasey at
all. Mostly she was curious about it. I told her I had an older woman who I
was going to order to help me with my studies pretty soon.  We both giggled
over that, and she seemed real eager to get me to go ahead with my plans."

"After that sleepover, Kasey kept bringing up the subject when just the two
of us were together. She just kept asking questions and wanting to know if
she could meet whoever I was going to make surrender to me. Her questions
got more sexual and it was hard to avoid giving her the answers. She
finally got me to say that I was planning to do more with that older woman
than just get study help. I told her some more stuff about my plans and it
made us both real hot.  But I wouldn't tell her who I had in mind, not then
anyway.  We kissed and it was really awesome kissing Kasey. Kasey was very
curious and didn't like taking no for an answer when I wouldn't tell her
the name of the older woman I was looking at. I finally told her I was
thinking about letting her meet you if things worked out.  And they have
worked out, haven't they, Faye?"

"Being the obedient, horny old slut that you are, I figured you wouldn't
have any problem meeting her, once I got you to the point you would do
anything I said. I also knew how you crave pretty teen girls. It finally
worked out that we could make the arrangements and stay with you overnight,
tonight, as a matter of fact. I asked Kasey to wear her cheer uniform and
tie her hair back in a ponytail. I told her you liked cheerleaders, and,
with her to help me train you, it is going to be an awesome night."

I shuddered at the thought of Rebecca sharing me with another girl.  I knew
Kasey very well.  She had switched desks with Rebecca so my Teen Princess
could torment me during class that day.  And Rebecca had told Kasey about
her plans for me.  That thought made my pussy spasm in anticipatory hunger.

Rebecca pulled me out of my reverie.

"Now Faye.  You need to get up off the floor and put yourself back together
so we can leave here and you can get ready for this evening's
entertainment.  Ms. Schafer will be wondering what we are doing back here."

I was very disappointed that all I had been allowed to taste that afternoon
were Rebecca's toes.  She saw the sorrow on my face and giggled.

"No problems, Faye.  If you are a good girl tonight, you'll have all the
teen pussy you can lick."

My mood shifted from disappointment to anticipation as we got off the floor
and prepared to leave the study carol.  Rebecca smoothed down her skirt and
put her sandals back on.  I straightened myself as best I could, but I knew
I must look like a slut in heat.  We left the carol and walked to the
checkout desk.  Ms. Schafer was sitting there waiting for us, and she and
Rebecca exchanged knowing smiles. I was so embarrassed I couldn't look
directly at Ms. Schafer.  My face turned beet red when Rebecca said,
"Ms. Duncan and I really learned a lot today.  We'll be back soon."

Ms. Schafer just smiled and nodded her head.

"Well, Ms. Duncan sure looks like she learned a lot," Ms. Schafer quipped
as I turned even redder than before.

Rebecca moved away from me as soon as we left the library and went on her
way without even a "good bye."  I raced home to get everything ready for
that evening with Kasey and her.

5

All the remainder of that afternoon long I paced from room to room,
straightening up things that were already straight, dusting where no dust
was. Just going crazy waiting for Rebecca and Kasey to get there. Rebecca
had telephoned me about an hour after I got home with explicit instructions
concerning what she wanted.  Luckily I already had, or could order
everything she wanted.

My church work had got me the reputation of being sort of a den mother for
the teen girls in my Sunday School class. Their moms all liked and trusted
me, so it was no problem with them when, at Rebecca's orders I set up a
sleepover at my house.  Kasey's mom knew me well from church, and she knew
Kasey was in my class along with Rebecca.  Rebecca had no trouble
convincing Kasey's mom that they were going to have a study hall at my
house, and some fun and refreshments, too.

Rebecca had told me to be sure to have plenty of soft drinks, pizza, and
cookies on hand for the sleepover and warned me what would happen if we ran
out. Truth to tell, I was kind of hoping we would run out.

I had everything ready when Kasey and Rebecca finally arrived. Rebecca was
dressed in her sexiest short shorts and thin crop top (I didn't know how
her mom let her out of the house dressed like that). Kasey was true to her
word and wore her cheer outfit, complete with pom poms.

As I stood in the doorway to let them both in, I couldn't keep from staring
at Rebecca's incredible, enticing teen body. She gave me that taunting
smirk of hers, and I shifted my embarrassed gaze to Kasey.  Kasey was
taller than Rebecca, but more slender. Her boobs were not as big, but her
legs were longer and more-well-muscled. Both girls had these "cat looking
at the canary" smiles on their faces that made my juices begin to flow.

Rebecca had already warned me that Kasey hadn't stopped prying till she got
out of my Teen Princess the fact that I was the mature woman she was
talking about. I found out later from Rebecca that, once she found out it
was me, Kasey had practically demanded to meet me. And Rebecca also said
that Kasey was the one who had told her what I should have on hand for the
sleepover by way of refreshments.

I already knew how aggressive and demanding Rebecca was, blush. But it
sounded like Kasey had her beat.

I could tell right away that Kasey was beside herself with impatience. She
must have been wound up ever since Rebecca had told her about my surrender
in the study carol and her teen hormones must have been churning.  Kasey
was your typical cheerleader with lots and lots of teen energy which only
made her crazier to get at me.

I had tried my best to wear things that I hoped would make me attractive to
these two teen girls.  I was wearing black matching high rise panties and
camisole. Rebecca giggled and made a snarky comment about my choice in
lingerie, especially the high heeled dress sandals. Kasey commented that my
legs and ass looked just awesome.  I blushed at her comment and the fact
that Rebecca's friend couldn't take her eyes off me.  My braless breasts
jiggled seductively when I led the girls into the living room and they
could see my hard nipples pressing against the camisole.

I greeted Rebecca with a long, deep kiss. Kasey was impressed with how
quickly she took control of me.

"Faye, this is Kasey. Kasey, this is Faye."

Kasey held up her pom pons. "You got someplace where I can put these down,
slut?"

I meekly pointed to a chair.

"Why don't you put them there for now. By the way, you look very pretty in
your uniform."

Kasey laughed out loud as she tossed the pom poms onto the chair.

"I know how pretty I look, slut," Kasey quipped as she walked across the
floor, reached out a hand and casually squeezed one of my breasts.  I
sucked in my breath but didn't move away.

Rebecca smiled. While we had been on the phone earlier, she had coaxed me
into begging her to bring Kasey over so the teen girl could fuck her with
Rebecca's strap-on

"Faye, what a worthless hostess you are.  Why don't you fix us some cold
drinks?"

"Yes, Rebecca," I mumble meekly.

I knew Rebecca and Kasey were staring at my legs and ass as I walked across
the room.  Rebecca leaned forward and stopped me with her hand on my arm.

"Are you two really ...uh...together...like Rebecca told me? Did you do all
that nasty lez stuff she told me about this afternoon"?

I could do nothing but nod my head.

"Yes, Kasey.  We did everything Rebecca told you about."

Kasey grinned from ear to ear.

"I still think you're just telling me that stuff. I can't believe a grown
up teacher would let one of her students do all that to her.  But, if it's
true I want to get in on it, if you know what I mean?"

I blushed again and started to do as Rebecca had ordered.

As I leave the room, Rebecca said, "You can get in on it anytime I think
I'd get off on it.  Maybe we'll take turns."

Both girls giggled.

Rebecca beckoned to me when I came back in the room with the cold drinks.
I immediately went over to where both girls were standing and offered them
refreshments off a tray.  After I served the drinks, Rebecca motioned me
closer to her.  She leaned over and picked up a pink doggie collar from my
coffee table.  I hadn't seen the collar before.  Rebecca must had brought
it in her purse.

"I got this collar yesterday afternoon in hopes I would be putting it on
you today.  Now be a good girl and go show Kasey how cute it is, Faye."

Kasey's eyes got wide when she realizes what it is. The collar was neatly
printed with "Property of Rebecca" on the leather. Rebecca smiled.

"Faye, bend forward so Kasey can put on your nice, new collar."

Totally humiliated I obediently leaned forward. I could see Kasey's hands
shaking with excitement as she put on my collar.

When Kasey finishes, Rebecca said, "Keep leaning forward, Faye. I think
Kasey wants to see your tits. Isn't that right, Kasey?"

Kasey's face brightened as I leaned even further over.  Both girls could
see the camisole was gapping and giving Kasey a nice view of my pendant
tits and my hard nipples. Kasey's mouth was slightly open and she was
breathing harder.

"Faye, now you can come back over here and sit by me. Since you are having
us over and being such a lovely hostess, you deserve a hostess present."

Rebecca looked over at Kasey.

"Why don't you return the favor, Kasey?  Pick up your pom pons and come
over here. Stand in front of us and do a special cheer. I think Faye would
enjoy that."

Kasey smiled wolfishly and picked up her pom pons and made her way over to
us.  Both girls could see I was getting excited and they didn't blame me.
Kasey looked very hot in her uniform with her pretty blue eyes and long,
blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Quite yummy!

Her cheer started slowly, but she soon got into it. I thought she was a bit
of an exhibitionist, but I wasn't complaining. My hungry eyes constantly
moved over her tight teen body. The long, well-muscled legs...the luscious
butt...and her firm tits.

Kasey finished her cheer and sat down beside me. She was a little out of
breath.

Rebecca leaned across my body.

"Kasey, it looks like you got Faye all worked up. I'm going to have to do
something about that. I can't leave her that way...Faye, get down on your
knees on the floor in front of me."

Kasey was wide-eyed and very excited, as I immediately knelt before my Teen
Princess.

"That's a good girl. Now put your hands on my hips and pull down my
shorts."

I wasted no time in sliding my trembling hands down Rebecca's hips, hooking
my fingers on the waistband of my Teen Princess's shorts, and tugging them
down. Her panties came with them. I slid them both down her legs, over her
feet and tossed them on the floor.

"Now show Kasey how excited she got you and how much you want to eat my
pussy."

Kasey leaned forward for a better view.  I knew she'd wanted to watch her
lezzy teacher eat Rebecca's pussy because she'd never seen a mature woman
like me eat teen pussy before."

It wasn't long before my face was all coated in Rebecca's juices.  She
placed her hand behind my head and pushed hard, grinding her exquisite
pussy into my face.  I slid my hands under her springy teen ass so I could
hold her just where my tongue and lips could make her the most aroused.  I
wanted Rebecca then so much.  My lips and tongue soon pushed her over the
edge.  I glanced over and noticed Kasey had her hand under her
cheerleader's skirt.

While Rebecca was catching her breath after her sweet cummy, I caressed her
legs and sucked on her little teen toes.

She finally pushed my head away.

"Faye, you know Kasey is our guest and we shouldn't be doing these things
in front of her without letting her enjoy the fun, too. If it's OK with
her, I want you to show her your hospitality. Is that OK, Kasey? Would you
like that?"

"Oh YES..."  Kasey was beside herself with unfulfilled lust.  She spread
her thighs wider and her little cheer skirt slid up her thighs. I crawled
to her, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how her pussy taste
would compare with that of my Teen Princess.

As I knelt before Kasey, Rebecca's sex taste and smell lingered with
me. They had captivated me earlier that day in the study carol, and they
had possessed me ever since. There was no doubt any longer in my mind that
I completely belonged to Rebecca. I could only thank God that she was not
truly cruel and only liked to tease me and show me off to her teen friends.

She knew from recent personal experience how much I loved licking young
teen girl pussy. She also knew that no matter how many other girls she
would order me to service, I would still love her taste and smell the
best. That was her hold over me. That was what re-assured her that, no
matter who she gave me to, I would still long to taste her the most.

I knelt meekly before Kasey, and she obliged me by pulling up her cheer
skirt around her hips. The problem lay with the fact that the cheer outfit
had sewn-in panties. I pushed my head between her legs and licked her
gusset's soaking wetness through the cotton material of her panties. This
actually drove her crazier than if I was actually licking her pussy.

Kasey rolled her head back and forth while I licked and licked, and little
hungry moans escaped her lips. Rebecca saw what was going on and she leaned
over and whispered into my ear to raise my flabby butt up in the air as I
continue to lick. As soon as I did, she jerked my panties all the way down
to my ankles and stuck two of her cunning fingers deep into my soppy
pussy. She scissored her fingers against my vaginal walls and I went
crazy. I licked Kasey even harder than before, and she moaned in total
rapture to have this mature woman who is her teacher at her school, licking
her pussy through her cheer panties.

When Rebecca's fingers became coated with my juices, she pulled them out of
my pussy and unceremoniously pushed them deep inside my rose. I squealed
and whined in pleasure pain, but I never stopped licking.

Finally, when Kasey was almost ready to orgasm, Rebecca ordered me to stop.

"Faye, you pathetic slut. Don't you know you can't get Kasey off through
her panties?  Now take off that silly cheer skirt, and do it right, you're
embarrassing me."

Your snarky words brought me up short and I meekly did as you had
commanded.

Kasey was enjoying how excited I had made her licking her sweet teen pussy
through the wet cotton material of her panties. But I knew right away as
soon as I got her cheer skirt off her and began licking her smooth, sex
moistened nether lips that she was enjoying that even more.

Rebecca leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"You just can't get enough teen pussy, you pathetic slut.  And you'll be
begging me to bring Kasey home to you every day.  I'll take you to a couple
of the games where she will be cheering and you'll get so hot watching her
you will nearly go crazy not being able to taste her right in front of
everybody."

I whined like a hungry puppy as my tongue licked Kasey's sweet pussy and my
anal walls clenched Rebecca's fingers.

Rebecca whispered into my ear again.

"I love to hear your little whimper.  Faye, you are nothing but a dirty old
lezzy cunt that just can't get enough sweet teen pussy, can you?'

I replied in the only way that mattered.  I licked sweet Kasey even more
hungrily. She moaned softly at first, then louder.

"Oh my God, you were right, Rebecca. She does know how to eat pussy! Just
think.  This horny teacher, this horny old slut, is eating my teen
cheerleader pussy. More tongue, teach, stick it deeper inside, deeper!"

I could feel Kasey's growing excitement. And Rebecca could sense mine.  She
slapped my bottom hard with her free hand.

"Faye, you old pathetic cunt. Didn't you know you couldn't really enjoy
that lovely teen pussy through her panties? What a twit! Now, keep eating
her right. You're embarrassing me and Kasey wants it too much for you to
stop now"

As I redoubled my efforts, Rebecca grasped one of Kasey's hands and
squeezes it fondly.

"See what I told you, Kasey. Mature sluts like Faye do know how to eat
pussy and get a girl off."

Kasey screamed.

"Oh God, Rebecca.  Make her lick me harder.  I want that slut face of hers
buried in my pussy. I want to see my juices smeared all over her face."

Kasey exploded in an orgasm that nearly drove her unconscious.

6

While Kasey was still screaming out her orgasm, her strong thighs pressing
my face tightly against her pussy, I had a vague impression of hearing my
doorbell ring.  As Kasey slumped back in satiation, the doorbell rang
again.

I looked up, Kasey's sexual juices covering my flushed face, to hear the
doorbell ring impatiently for the third time.

Rebecca slapped my bottom to get my attention.

"The doorbell is ringing Faye.  You better go see who it is."

I couldn't believe what Rebecca had said.  Did she really want me to answer
my doorbell like this?  My panties were wound around my knees, I was
totally naked below the waist, my face was covered in girl juices, my
camisole was awry and one of my breasts had fallen out of it.

"Go answer the doorbell, slut"! Rebecca screamed at me.

Slowly I stood and began hobbling toward the front door.  My will was no
longer my own.  Rebecca was in charge and I had to obey.

As I opened the front door, I received the shock of my life.  There,
standing with an evil little smirk on her face was Ms. Schafer, the
librarian from whom I had checked out the study carol.

"Well, Faye," Ms. Schafer took in my appearance and laughed out loud.

"I see Rebecca and Kasey have started without me.  Better let me in before
one of your neighbor sees you."

Dumbfounded, I stepped back into the house and Ms. Schafer followed me
inside.  She kicked the door closed behind her and took me by the hand and
led me back to the girls.

I was in shock as Ms. Schafer waved fondly to Rebecca and Kasey.

"We seem to have caught another one.  Hun, girls"?

Rebecca and Kasey both nodded their heads vigorously and laughed gleefully.

I started to protest but Ms. Schafer held up her hand for silence.

"Now before you say anything Faye, dear, I want you to listen to
something."

Ms. Schafer reached into her purse and removed a little voice recorder.
She pressed a button and I heard my voice pleading,

"...get on my knees and beg you to let me lick your pussy while we were in
class?  Would you give me to your teen girlfriends in class to make me do
sick things?  Would you like to watch me squirm while I was doing them?
Would you make me sit in my desk chair and let you tie my wrists behind my
back, and my ankles to the front legs of the chair with my legs spread wide
so you and your girlfriends could see my pussy all moist for you?  Would
you..."

Ms. Schafer turned off the voice recorder and I sank to the floor.  It was
obvious that Ms. Schafer had been a willing accomplice in my surrender to
Rebecca.  She must have had a microphone hidden in the study carol.  She
must have recorded everything and listened to it.  I was lost.

Rebecca stood up and walked over to where I was sitting on the floor.  She
sat down beside me and started to explain how things would be from now on.

"You see, Faye.  Ms. Schafer knows all about me and my hunger for older
women.  She likes helping me blackmail them into being my yummy little sex
toys until I get tired of them.  She knew about the study carol and she put
sound pickups in it to record anything that went on.  You're not the first
grown up teacher I've caught and used and abused and shared.  And you won't
be the last, either."

I just sat there and cried softly.

"Ms. Schafer helps me because I make all my subby lezzy sluts like you lick
her pussy, and suck her tits, and lick her rose, and do anything else she
likes. Don't I, Ms. Schafer"?

Ms. Schafer just nodded.

"And I let her lick my sweet teen pussy too, whenever she wants to, because
I know how much she likes the taste."

Ms. Schaffer nodded even more vigorously.

"So I'm going to give you to Ms. Schafer, and you're going to do anything
she says, because if you don't, she's going to send that voice message of
yours right to the school board' and maybe a copy to your preacher at
church for good measure."

I began to shiver uncontrollably.  I was truly lost.

"And don't worry about Ms. Wilson, our dear principal.  When Ms. Schafer
gets bored with you, I'll give you to Ms. Wilson.  She likes her pussy
licked by women like you just as much as I do."

"And besides," Kasey chimed in, "she likes teen girl pussy too, and we give
her some from time to time."

I continued to lie on my floor, crying softly.

Rebecca began to stroke my hair.

"It's not that bad, Faye.  You're going to give me everything I want from
now on.  "I am much stronger than you are now emotionally and I know you
are afraid of me and can't stop me from doing whatever I want to you.  And
if you ever think you could break away from me, I'll have this little voice
recording."

"And we'll also have a boat load of pictures and videos of you doing the
sluttiest things to put with the recording.  And you'll just love every
minute of your performance."

Ms. Schafer and Kasey nodded in agreement.

"We're going to make you into a real amateur porn star, Faye."

"You'll beg me to lift your skirt. Pull your panties down and spank your
bare bottom over my knee in front of my friend Kasey until you sob"

"You'll beg me to let you serve us naked."

"You'll beg me to let Kasey spank your flabby butt."

"You'll beg me to spank your floppy breasts and your nasty old pussy."

"You'll beg me to shove a vibrator way into your slutty pussy while Kasey
gets it all on video and I'll wait until you orgasm before taking it out."

"You'll even beg me to let you call me 'Mommy'' and let me change/spank
your wet diaper in front of Kasey and her snoopy camera."

"You'll beg me to let you go naked in front of all my girlfriends from your
class and let them watch me take a belt to your flabby old butt."

"You'll beg me to take you to that lesbian biker bar and take your skirt
off in public and offer you to all those really pervy dykes."

"You'll beg me to let you change my tampons when I have my period."

"And you'll even beg me to spank your flabby old butt right in front of
Marcy, my 11 year old niece.  She just loves it when I do that for her"

By the time Rebecca had finished, I was nearly insane with fear and
humiliation.  Her little speech had gotten Ms. Schafer hot, and the
librarian was busily licking Kasey's teen pussy for all she was worth.

I knew now where my life was heading.  I was never going to have a moment's
peace again.  Someone would always want to use me and abuse me.  Someone
would always be there to humiliate, degrade, and embarrass me.

Listlessly, I crawled over to Rebecca's shoulder bag, and pawed around
inside until I found what I was looking for; her strap on.  I put the
straps between my teeth and crawled over to my Teen Princess.  I sat back
on my haunches, put my hands out in front of me like a puppy doing "sit",
and whined piteously.

"Awwwww.  Isn't she cute," Rebecca chuckled.  "I know what little Faye
puppy slut wants."

And she did know.  She had always known.