Animal sex in Friday This Animal sex story was exclusively written for http: Carly Foster could tell without turning around that no one in the class had his or her hand raised. No one spoke up. The only sound in the classroom was that rusty old fan the school had been promising to replace for two years. Thirty blank-faced students stared straight ahead, dully, off in their own worlds. She almost giggled at the scene. Today was Friday, and more importantly, next week was the last week of school.
All test were complete for the school year. They really had no more responsibility this year, except for attendance.
No high school senior took the last week of class seriously, especially a history class an hour before lunch. And these students were her seniors. This Animal sex story was exclusively written for http: Her large eyes were cast down, bored. Not only her best, but also her favorite.
Her big eyes were cast down again. Carly grimaced at the news. The deed had probably already been done. It was only for an instant, but in that instant she looked just like her mother. The image amazed her, making the teacher sit up straight, less she be caught slouching. Those big, green, starry eyes dominated her face. They bore confidence, trust.
Her long hair, straight and black and sleek reached down her back. Oh, those pouty lips. The small, firm breasts, pale skin, elegant neck… Her overall expression and posture reminded Carly of Alisha. It had been a most memorable summer full of new experiences and unknown and unknowable desires.
No it was sacred. Yes, that was the word. Their awkward relationship was natural in their eyes. Alisha was all to happy to apply it, most of the times justly, but always blissfully complete. It was of her being stripped and spanked by her mistress in front of a group of bikers, then forced to suck and breed them while her mistress held her by the collar like the dog she was… face being covered in strangers cum, then being rightfully beat by her mistress for not swallowing enough of it.
When Carly owned up and apologized for her mistake that night, Alisha had tongued her face clean then pissed in her mouth. Carly had gratefully swallowed and thanked her. That all had ended when the fall term arrived and Carly and Alisha left for seperate schools on different coasts. Carly had buried herself in her studies that term, trying to forget the way she had behaved that previous summer. Those memories should have sickened her. And they did sicken her when she willed herself hard enough.
What would happen if she was to accidently run into one of those bikers? The fear and guilt was heavy. But the unabandoned thrill to please her mistress was heavier. It was like the weight of a heavy cannonball compared to a mountain. Advances from college men, and a few women, were numerous that fall and the following year and the next.
But all were met with flat denials. Her pussy stayed wet, and untouched, at least by others, all through college, especially when Alisha wrote. Or any of the other men and women her master made her pleasure that summer? She often thought of this on sleepless nights alone in her dorm. Alisha had thought of this dilemma beforehand. She had given her slave a pair of her most worn panties. They were white with a simple flower pattern.
That was the only pleasure Carly got during her college career. It was enough, and she thanked Alisha devoutly for her understanding in her letters, promising one day her master would be able to make amends for her sometimes sour outlook on herself through punishment when they were together again.
Hopefully it would be soon— and through. Her hands were like claws dug into her desk. The lunch bell was ringing and the students were filing out, murmuring to themselves and each other. Carly flushed, noticing she was blushed deeply and sweating. Her auburn hair had again began falling out of her bun. They had been open. Not wide, but wide enough. The whiteness of her panties barely peeked out. She was a teacher with responsibilities.
A good teacher, a professor of American History and sometimes American Lit. Her lips were pouty. And her big green eyes were… were… knowing? Carly stood abruptly then squatted down, opening the bottom drawer of her desk to retrieve her bag. She could feel him openly gawking. Her thin white panties were probably soaked so bad that he could see her black pubics transparently.
She coughed once and stood, willing herself into some sort of calmness. It worked a little. At least on the outside, a good girl. She was always a good girl. He look somewhat worried. Was there a breathlessness to his voice? Just a little tired. I had a long night.. Alisha always adored her smile. Her backpack and softball equipment. Yes, it was Maggie. Best not look her way. Calmly, Carly shouldered her bag and breathed in. She told herself to think of something besides her long ago owner.
Finally she spoke to Tony, eyes hopefully stoic. You guys have been a wonderful class this year, and I want you guys to take a easy week as a reward. After a final adjustment to her shouldered bag, Carly walked to the classroom exit. A honey voiced call halted her in her tracks at the door. She had her mother soothing voice.
If you want me and you can discuss history tonight. The little thing was difficult to find at times. Yes, she still owned them. And always would be. Bringing out a twenty, she offered if to Tony. Maggie stood at his shoulder. They were both a touch taller than Carley. Had that expression of knowing returned to the girls lips? It did, she realized. It was shamefully intoxicating.
She stopped abruptly, before the open classroom, remembering. The knowing expression was there for a brief moment then vanished abruptly back to her usual poutyness.
If her senses had been with her she would of realized it was corndog day. Immediately, she raised her legs to either side of her steering wheel, and pulled her already soaked white cotton panties off, hiking her modest dress up over her belly, feeling the hot wetness between her legs.
She grabbed her rear view mirror and looked at her face.