Howard Banning - The tortured teacher
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"I feel the same way," Linda told her. It was as if she were finally being honest with someone else for the first time in days and it felt wonderful, as if she didn't have to keep constant track of which lies she had told. "I like to wear stuff that shows off my body just for the hell of it, but I don't because of all the hassle. Like when I go to the beach, I like to wear a string bikini – and mine is really tiny, by the way – and I don't dare do it if I'm not just with my husband but literally hanging on his arm all the time."
"I'm really sorry about your husband and the O'Neill's," Pam said. "If there's anything I can do to help you out, just let me know."
Gary left the room, saying that he had to go to the bathroom.
Both women were silent for a few seconds. Then Linda decided – she wanted to get back. She wanted revenge. She'd submitted to everyone else's whims for the last couple of days and she had been wondering in the back of her mind if Pam was as truly turned on and horny about her as she'd claimed to be.
Well, there was one way to find out for sure. Linda's face flushed a bright crimson as she started to get up out of her chair and head across the room toward Pam. She was scared out of her mind – what if she rejects me, what if she and Gary decided to slap me around, what if she was just kidding earlier?
But as she came toward Pam, she could tell by looking in her eyes that her offer of sisterly love would not be refused. Pam's mouth opened slightly and she leaned her whole body forward and stood up to receive Linda. They met in a soft embrace and thrust their tongues deep into each other's mouths.
As she kissed Pam, Linda's eyes roved curiously over Pam's full, well-rounded body. The next few seconds passed in a haze and when Linda regained control of her senses, it was to find her fingers fumbling with the cheerleader's sweater in an attempt to pull it over Pam's head so she could have those marvelous breasts right on her skin.
Pam stepped back and gently pulled the garment away from her shivering shoulders. The bounteous swell of her large milky breasts overflowed the cups of her lacy brassiere, and her waist narrowed to a trim curve above her full well-proportioned hips, still covered by her cheerleader skirt, and slender thighs. Linda gazed admiringly at the well-tanned flesh, with marble-white little patches where Pam had obviously worn her string bikini – even smaller than Linda's, at least in the breasts, where the tan lines had covered her now rock-hard nipples and not much else. And it occurred to Linda that even though she was probably five or six years older than Pam, there really wasn't much difference in how they looked. A quiver of excitement rolled over her body as she realized, with Pam seductively taking off her skirt now, that this was going to be a little bit like making love to a twin.
Pam now was down to a pair of miniscule orange bikini panties, a pair that showed Linda the continuation of the same enticing tan lines. By now, Linda could not feel any will to resist being totally dissipated, except for a little part of her that felt a little guilty over all the pleasure she felt in all this new sensation. Despite this, a searing hot flame was now licking at her bowels. Pinpricks of glorious sensation danced under her now burning skin and she began to undress frantically. Normally fastidious to a fault, Linda was now throwing off her clothes without a care as to where they landed.
In a flash, Pam was right next to her, her little hands exploring the milky orbs that jutted proudly from Linda's breasts like two ripe cantaloupes. If Pam's breasts could be said to be softballs, then Linda's would definitely have to be classified as melons and Pam was fascinated by Linda's set. She was tentatively touching the gleaming skin and fingering the cherry-sized nipples, which sent arcs of electrical sensation coursing through Linda's already tense and shivering frame, almost as if she were ready to explode, like a volcano about to erupt.
And then she did erupt, quite unexpectedly, for the first time in her life. Normally, she would know when the build up to the release from an orgasm would come – and she had had the opportunity to sort of brace herself for it. Now, however, it hit her like a ton of bricks, a sledgehammer driving into her cuntal walls. And she had merely been undressed for a few seconds, with Pam's fingers driving her absolutely wild, like an animal who only knew that physical pleasure would be all that it ever wanted from the world – that and nothing more.
She was standing up and jerking her hips spasmodically as wave after wave of sensation throbbed out from her vibrating cleft. Hot, steaming love juice poured down the insides of her thighs as Pam furiously massaged Linda's breasts, which had expanded to a size beyond what she'd ever felt before, as if her actions were a humble homage to their dramatic succulence. The arousal that had blotted out all else from Linda's brain now and moved her to the kind of satisfaction one feels when one has succeeded at doing something that took a large measure of bravery.
She still felt the peak of excitement roll, on, although her crying cunt had stopped its almost angry clenching. She stared boldly into Pam's face to see what kind of effect her grabbing Pam's breasts in return would have. To her utter delight, she watched Pam's eyes close in ecstasy, as beneath her busy fingers, the soft flesh contracted and hardened into tight little rosebuds at the nipples.
Linda's mind soared with joy at her miraculous power to control another woman's body. She slipped her hands delicately back to the clasp of Pam's brassiere and unhooked it after several tries, her clumsiness brought on by the flaming desire that ate at her guts like a piranha. She had to have this nymphet get as worked up over her as she had gotten about Pam, for she still felt just a little odd about what she was doing. If Pam were to be pushed to the heights of ecstasy that Linda had already reached, it would somehow validate Linda having taken this horrible chance. She knew that she was risking a great deal, actually, since these two kids could have cooked up some elaborate scheme to get her fired from her job and disgrace her.
But she was wrong. Pam's ragged breathing egged Linda on as she hooked her thumbs into the tiny panties and slowly slid them down her smooth trim legs. A heavy sigh heaved from her chest as she now crouched on the floor and wound her arms around Pam's legs, slowly running her soft palms and polished fingernails up the insides of Pam's thighs. Above her, Pam trembled and groaned and finally spoke, "Yeah, you are so hot. Oh, Linda, you turn me on to the max…"
Something in Pam's voice made Linda stop her stroking. An agony of conflicting emotions washed over her as she wondered whether or not she would ever be able to run back, whether she'd ever want to have a man again. Maybe what she wanted now was a man, not a woman!
"Please dear, I'd better stop!" she gasped at Pam. "Maybe I did the wrong thing coming here. I really can't take anymore of this."
Pam answered with a smug grin. She simply moved her soft hands downward until they grazed the soft sparse hairs that framed Linda's sopping pussy. Linda realized that something happened to her tonight, something that snapped all memories and inhibitions. Though her mind counseled her to hold back, she could not calm her body down. Every inch of her flesh was burning with need, screaming for release.
She knew she wasn't a lesbian, but her self-control had just about disappeared. Pam's touch was driving her up the wall. She knew – and knew for a certainty, despite the waves of do's and don'ts that were flying through her mind right now – that she wanted nothing more in the world than to have this virginal looking cheerleader from Marley High School to suck long and deep on her sizzling cleft. Wild-eyed, she allowed herself to be muscled down onto the floor and now stretched her body against the smooth, warm flesh of the younger woman.
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