Thomas Trent: Back door schoolgirl

With a resounding smack, flesh met flesh. Jenny's body jerked with the sudden jolt. A stinging pain rippled out from her ass. Before her asscheeks had stopped quivering, the next blow landed. This time, Jenny couldn't keep from grunting. She gripped the edge of the desk and willed herself not to cry out as the woman's hand met her ass for the third time. Her brain filling up with pain, she felt her asscheeks getting hotter as they swelled with blood and turned crimson. She began to moan.

Mrs. Johnson was enjoying herself. She had always known she had a dominant side, but it wasn't until she came to the school as vice principal that she had realized how much it turned her on to demonstrate her power. It was surprising to find out which of the girls enjoyed her treatment, and how many there were! Each time she found a new one, she became more excited than she had the last time.

This time was no different. As soon as she had seen Jenny, she had suspected that the girl had a deep submissive streak running through her very core. She had known right then that the girl would make an interesting subject. The girl didn't know herself well enough to realize her need to be dominated, but Mrs. Johnson would take care of that. She would take control of the girl, making sure Jenny quickly found out about herself and enjoyed every minute of it. Jenny would be broken in properly, like a good girl should. Mrs. Johnson kept swinging, thrilling with each sudden slap against the girl's soft asscheeks.

Jenny lay across the desk, her face twisted in a grimace of pain. The pain shooting out from her ass had steadily taken over her brain until it now overshadowed any other thoughts she might have had. The only thing she knew was pain as her soft asscheeks were repeatedly beaten. Biting her lip, she tried to stifle her moans.

Suddenly, the beating stopped. Jenny put her head on her arms and lay still. Her ass was on fire, quivering and tingling in shock. Her legs shook as she held onto the desk to keep from sliding off. Gradually, her breathing slowed. Even though her ass burned, she was grateful that it hadn't been worse. As the pain began to subside, she realized with a shock that her cunt was gushing. She could feel the hot juices dripping down her thighs in a steady, wet stream. For an instant, she forgot about the older woman, but then it came to her that the woman had a clear, unobstructed view between her legs. She tried to close them together as she began straightening up. A hand on her back held her down.

"Be still!" commanded Mrs. Johnson. "Don't get up 'til I tell you to, Jenny." She placed her other hand on the girl's ass, gently stroking. "Now, just relax. I'm going to massage your ass so it won't be bruised in the morning."

Jenny stiffened as she felt the woman's hand caressing her ass. As she lay helplessly pinned, a strange sensation began coming over her. She felt Mrs. Johnson gently rubbing up and down her warm asscheeks. The woman's soft hand glided up her ass, then slid down to cup her tender, sensitive assflesh. Pressing more firmly, Mrs. Johnson began massaging in a strong, circular motion. First one cheek, and then the other began tingling in a totally new manner. Jenny gradually relaxed and began to enjoy it. The hand began gliding back and forth from cheek to cheek, lightly dipping into the crack between them each time it crossed.

Mrs. Johnson knew she had Jenny hooked as soon as the girl's body relaxed under her touch. She stared hard in between Jenny's asscheeks as she rubbed them. Each time her hand switched to Jenny's other asscheek and dipped into the girl's asscrack, she applied enough pressure to open up the girl's ass and expose her asshole. Jenny's shitter looked so soft and tender. Seeing and smelling the young girl's cuntjuices running down between her thighs made the woman want to drop to her knees and lick it up. Filling with lust, she could hardly hold herself back. If she didn't eat Jenny's tender pussy this time, she would be sure to do so the next time, she vowed.

Jenny could feel the air caressing her asshole each time the older woman spread her shitter open. She was delightfully aware of her burning, itching cunt. The aroma of her own pussy was so overpowering that it completely filled her nostrils. She was ashamed of herself for being so turned on. Still, her pussy tingled with unfulfilled desire as the woman's hand fondled her reddened asscheeks. She had to admit that it felt good. Damn good. The massage continued, and Jenny found herself wishing for something more.

Mrs. Johnson knew that the girl was extremely aroused. She knew from experience how good an ass massage felt. She was delighted to hear a groan escape the girl's lips. It was time to make her move.

Jenny's whole body was tingling with life. She wanted to be rubbed, stroked, caressed. The fire of lust was inside her, and there was only one way to quench it. She had to go home and frig herself until she came. Before she could move, however, she felt the lady's hand sliding between her asscheeks. It was unexpected, but felt so good that she could not suppress a sigh of pleasure.

Fingers lightly traced their way into her asscrack, and then began sliding down toward her asshole. Jenny felt herself trembling in anticipation. Involuntarily, her asshole twitched as the woman's fingers neared it. As Mrs. Johnson reached her shitter, however, she began circling around her asshole instead of touching it. Her fingers delicately slid around the girl's puckered asshole in a gentle, but firm massage. Now Jenny desperately wanted the fingers to rub her asshole. But they didn't. After a few light trips around her brown slit hole, they resumed their downward journey.

The fingers neared Jenny's cunt. Jenny arched her back, waiting for the caress. Instead of touching her pussy, they went on down around her cuntlips to her wet inner thighs. Picking up the slick juices, Mrs. Johnson's fingers effortlessly slid up and down in a wonderful massage. After tickling both inner thighs, they began heading back up to the grits cunt.

This time they went straight tot Jenny's pussylips. Jenny was almost ready to beg for it, when the woman's hand began cupping her cunt. The swollen flesh sent signals of extreme lust to her brain's the woman's hand rubbed and massaged. Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of the woman's voice. "How do you feel, Jenny?" whispered Mrs. Johnson.

"Mmmmmm, oh, good," moaned the girl. She couldn't help herself. She was hotter than she had ever been before. She wanted to cum, and badly.

"Spread your legs," the woman said.

Jenny hardly hesitated to do as she was told. At first, she had been ashamed of herself, but not any longer. She was hot and horny, and her pussy needed attention. Mrs. Johnson was providing that attention, and that was all she asked. It felt wonderful. She spread her legs as far apart as she could.

The woman's wonderful fingers dove between her pussylips. They slid into her cuntslit and began flicking up and down, smearing her cream all over. They slid to her fuckhole and began circling the swollen rim, gradually swirling inside. First the tip of one finger slid inside her. It began thrusting in and out, sliding deeper with each thrust. With the aid of the girl's slippery cuntjuices, the woman's finger swiftly buried itself all the way in. Jenny grunted in happiness.

The finger pumped several times before pulling out and slowly rubbing down her cuntslit to her clit. It flicked over her cunt, and then began circling around it. The lone finger was soon joined by others, and together they began massaging the entire area around Jenny's cunt. Jenny gripped the edge of the desk harder. Her breathing came faster. Her brain was clouding over with a fever she had never known.

Knowing the girl was now completely in her power, Mrs. Johnson slid her foot under her desk. Feeling the small red button, she pressed it. Seconds later, a panel slid back in the wall separating her office from Osborne's.