Something strange came over
Marabella in school today.
She wanted to study advanced English in college and Mr. Miller her English Teacher had just started the Marquis De Sade’s “Justine”.1
It was an intimately sexual piece and Mr. Miller was concerned it might be a little too graphic for “someone of the likes of Marabella”.
She scoffed when she heard this and decided to prove him wrong, immersing herself in the heinous acts of Justine.
She began touching herself at home, to understand what Justine felt like being tied up and fucked as a prostitute.
When she did this, she could only imagine Mr. Miller tying her up, slapping her breasts, penetrating her with his manliness like stuffing a hog on thanksgiving.
‘These are bad thoughts, I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this’, but he was so handsome, she couldn’t help herself.
Such strange thoughts and doing was very unbecoming of her.
Anyway, today at school Marabella in her blue frock and matching blue ribbon that donned her gorgeous brown hair- felt strange.
Her panties wet wet and there was a terrible itch that she couldn’t get rid off.
An itch in her womanhood.
She passed a classroom and saw Mr. Miller asleep- he looked like an angel dropped from heaven.
She stood there staring, and Mr.Miller woke up.
‘Marabella, what are you doing here?’, he asks standing up to reveal the biggest bulge through his trousers.
‘What’s that doing there’, she retorts ,fiesty pointing at his erection- a monstrosity by the size of it.
‘Oh my, I’m sorry’, he covers his bulge with a copy of Justine, nonetheless.
‘Mr Miller, she walks towards him, overcome with the itchiness in her panties.
I think I need some help. I don’t just want to read Justine, I want to feel like her.
Will you help? For my education, if nothing else’, she smiles with a glint in her eyes.
Mr Miller-‘What kind of help Marabella?’
Marabella- ‘Oh you know just what kind Mr. Miller’, she then hands him a ruler from his desk and lifts up her frock.
Her panties are missing, revealing a rotund bottom as plump as a partridge.
Mr. Miller couldn’t help himself, she was so persuasive and that bottom, he wanted to eat her whole.
He spanks her on her arse as she moans in pleasure.
He takes off her trousers and reveals his thickness.
He thrusts himself into her as she cries in pain.
He uses that darned blue ribbon around her neck and fucks her tight wet pussy deeper and deeper.
Marabella’s cries and moans are the most endearing sounds Mr. Miller had ever heard.
He goes faster and faster until he cums inside her.
Marabella- faces him- naked with her white perky breasts and juices dripping down her thigh, her hair undone.
‘Well, I hope that wasn’t too graphic for someone of the likes of me’,
She says picking up her frock and leaving.
Mr. Miller stood shocked, wondering if it all was a dream.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gc20rc/ribbons_marabella_and_justine_part_1