To paraphrase Taylor Swift, doubters gonna doubt doubt doubt (plus a few more doubts, I think I lost track). Why, I have no idea. The guy thinks his lady’s a perfect 10- well good on him. Eye of the beholder and all that. As to her reportedly copious DD boobage, well we can’t all be officials from the bureau of weights and measures, can we? Either he’s reporting things as they truly are, or he’s embellishing just a wee bit to move the story along. Either way, nicely done. He’s mastered expository composition.
I’m not quite as eloquent as /u/starfishmasterx but I’ll give it a go anyway.
I too have a very beautiful woman at home. Married to her for eight years now. She’s petite & blonde, with nicely perky B cups sporting nipples that somehow always seem to be prinkled up and popping out of whatever she’s wearing. She’s not a fan of padded bras, so she’s a “pointer” practically 24×7. Makes going out on the town a lovely time, especially for the lads who steal a glimpse or two- and they all do.
My story starts out basically the same. I was in bed. It was late. Bianca had been up, probably watching one of those “UFOs- are they bullshit…. or NOT?” shows. Her favorite genre, bless her strange little soul. Whatever it was got her just the teensyest bit horny. But what to do? Her boring old husband was asleep. The hymenal bower was closed for business!
Luckily, she knows a trick or two.
I don’t remember if I was dreaming or not, but I do remember waking up to the sensation of my cock being entirely engulfed in liquid pleasure. It was a sensation I was intimately familiar with, so I was pretty sure I was getting a blowjob in my sleep. It was either that, or the dog, or perhaps I had ordered Chinese takeout and fallen asleep and spilled General Tso’s chicken in my lap. But the dog was too old to climb the stairs and wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort- unless I had spilled General Tso’s chicken in my lap, in which case he’d … well, but I hadn’t ordered Chinese takeout so no need to contemplate the implications. Bianca’s mouth it was, possibly with some General Tso’s in it but I was pretty sure not.
It didn’t take long for me to get fully erect. Bianca is a blowjob mavin. It’s her “go-to” maneuver when she wants to have sex. She knows I can’t resist her sweet mouth, and she’s devilishly clever about switching over to “regular sex” when I’m most ready to go. She’ll be sucking like a hoover, and then suddenly I’ll find myself prone and above her, pumping away in confusion as to how I arrived in such a position.
She knew I was awake because my hips started to buck in a futile attempt to push my cock deeper into her throat- there just wasn’t any “deeper” to go. She was stoppered. Sensing I was getting a bit too close, she raised herself up and offered me those sweet rock-hard nipples, one at a time and after another. I sucked her titsilly while she gently jacked me off, and then kissed my way up her neck and to her lips.
Magic. Somehow I was on top with my cock completely ensheathed in her hot banana wrapper. I’ve always wanted to write “hot banana wrapper,” and I can now cross that off my bucket list. There. It’s crossed off. Banana wrapper. There. I’ve written it.
We fucked. With multiple variations in position, pace, and timbre. Bianca is a moaner. This is why we don’t camp in tents. RVs only, and then not unless they have sturdy suspensions and sufficient insulation to dampen the ululations of a woman enjoying coital relations with a proper studmuffin.
But I digress.
With consumate skill, I penetrate her banana wrapper as she ululates into the heart of the night. Our position, pacing, and timbre increase in angle, frequency, and stridency respectively until Bianca claws my back in a final spasm similar to that of a victim in the final throes of strychnine poisoning, and then falls back, languid and spent. I collapse onto her, nearly exhausted myself.
“Feel better now?” I ask, the first words spoken since she entered the room horny from the erotic passion aroused by thoughts of the possibility of aliens among us.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, languidly and spently. “But you didn’t come!” she said suddenly, realizing that I was still hard inside of her.
Magically I was back on my own back and back in the back of her mouth. She sucked me back inside of her throat. It was like being back in Heaven. Back and forth. Back and forth and back again, she sucked me with such force that I simply could not hold back. Arching my back in another futile attempt to get back further back into her throat, I threw my head back and erupted. Strand after milky strand of hot milky cum shot directly down into her throat, bypassing any number of important anatomical features of her alimentary system that I have no names for because I did not take that course in high school. At last, after what seemed like an eternity, I fell back onto my back on the bed. And slowly, as I lay on my back on the back of my bed, I fell back to sleep, Bianca still sweetly sucking on my softening cock, still moaning, languidly and spently.
Like I said, I’m no /u/starfishmasterx but I have no reason to doubt the man because I’ve had the same thing happen to me more than a few times.
Tag: High School
M4F – All Grown Up, part two (link to part one in the post)
(Part one is [here](https://ud.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dnllx/mf_all_grown_up/) so, you know… Read that first)
After my hot, wet, sticky encounter with Marisol’s enthusiastic little lips, I knew this couldn’t go any further. It could ruin my career and, frankly, I was still sure that this couldn’t be healthy for Marisol. I drafted her an email. I won’t copy and paste all of it here, but this is the relevant stuff:
“Dear Marisol,
It was great to see you the other day. In more ways than one, obviously. Unfortunately, we really, really, really shouldn’t do that again.
You’re a smart kid, and I know you understand what could happen to my career if–you know–anyone found out about it. But also, and maybe more importantly… Marisol, you’re in college. College is a time to grow up, to explore, to have fun, to meet kids your own age–I’m afraid that if you get too hung up on me, you’ll miss out on the best that college can offer you socially.
I hope you understand, and I hope you know that I’m always here for you–both for the next four years, and beyond.
Sincerely,
Professor [REDACTED]”
Tension Build Up to Great Surprise [F/M]
Sex has been part of my life for quite some time now. However, I always had an aversion to human contact. I would always shy away from people if they were interested in me. I found masterbation at around 13 years old. I never thought about anyone during so I watched porn instead. From age 13 to 17 I can’t remember a week without masterbating. After a while, being alone with yourself becomes increasingly boring. I had never kissed anyone while in high school and was starting to question my sexuality. As one does in a panic situation, I jumped on the first guy who I thought expressed any interest in me. I finally had my long-awaited first kiss with a guy who had a lisp and looked like an overweight Nazi……However, it gets better. I spent the summer before college working in parking lots and smoking a lot of weed. I made a lot of money, but was constantly stuck in a cloud of sexual energy that I couldn’t get rid of.
Then, I went to college.
My first couple of weeks of college were so different from any environment I was used to. I met lots of people, but the one person that pushed me through the cloud was Henry. The first night we hung out, we went to smoke weed in the forest. It was a great time with lots of buzzing sexual energy in the air. The night would have ended differently if it weren’t for Henry getting sick. So, we hung out again. We didn’t smoke, we just talked for a while watching the sun set on the beach from campus. We sat so close to each other, I knew something had to happen. I finally put my arm over him and put his hand in mine. I had never felt this way about someone before. I was calm and didn’t get that overwhelming feeling of anxiety when we touched. We held hands all the way back to his dorm. We fit perfectly together. As we started to get close to his dorm, he said that we should go somewhere. I couldn’t think in that instance. He looked up this one pathway and said, “so we can do this….” He grabbed me and gave me the most passionate kiss. He ran his hands up and down my body and all of my pent up energy was released. We started walking back to my dorm, me with the biggest smile on my face. In the middle of this hill, we stopped and said our goodbyes. Just as I turned around and started to let go of his hand, we pulled back to each other. We started making out again and all I could picture was a cloud of electricity buzzing around us. I was more than invested in this feeling of pleasure I had never known before.
There was one problem, Henry had a high school girlfriend that he was still with. I never cared about her, but he still did. The next day, I told him that my roommate was going to be gone for a few hours and that he should come over. He probably didn’t expect what happened next. I told him that I did not want to be involved with him sexually while he still had a girlfriend. I felt that I was being an empowered woman at the time and that I had control of the situation. Instead, I was tortured by my urges daily. We kept hanging out and one day as we were saying goodbye, I kissed him on the neck. He really liked that. At this point, nothing was off limits so we could kiss each other and it wouldn’t really matter. One night we went into the forest behind his dorm. We walked down into a valley and I leaned against a tree. We looked into each other’s eyes and started passionately making out. Nothing beyond making out had happened between us yet and we were definitely in the right setting for something sexy. He ran his hands up and down the sides of my body and kept tugging at the bottom of my shirt.
“You know, you keep tugging my shirt….”,I said with a sly grin.
He then slid his hands up my shirt and grabbed my breasts, massaging them over my bra. I started breathing heavily from this and started to get very aroused. I kissed my way up to his ear and nibbled the the top of it. The sounds he made indicated that he was enjoying this very much. I then kissed my way back down to his neck and he let out a slight moan, honestly one of the sexiet things ever. I then went back to his lips. I kissed him slowly then bit down on his lower lip gently and tugged it. He grabbed me even tighter after that and kissed my neck violently. He slid his hand up my inner thigh but quickly darted back to the outside before reaching my crotch. The sensation that ran up my spine after he did that was insane and I couldn’t handle any more.
“I want you”, he whispered while panting.
“I want you too”, I whispered back, finally giving in.
Sadly, we both ended up very tired after all of this and decided that sex in the woods would not be the greatest or the most comfortable. So, he went back to his dorm and so did I, only to furiously masterbate at the thought of the incredible potential of the night.
The next day he told me that we should probably stop hooking up because he still had this girlfriend. So, after all of that pent of sexual energy reached its peak the night before he decided to tell me that we should just be friends. As one can probably imagine, I was horny 24/7 from then on. I masterbated anytime my roommate left the room for 5 minutes. My mind was always only focused on one thing; having sex with Henry. The only solution that came to mind was to try and make myself more provocative to get his attention again. Before this I typically wore T-shirts and yoga pants, not the sexiest outfits you’ve ever seen. I have nice curves so it wasn’t like I never showed off my body but, I decided to take it a step further. I started to wear really short skirts and low cut tops with necklaces that plunged down between my breasts. I felt so sexy all of the time around him but, he never budged.
After about 2 weeks of this, I asked him if he wanted to get really high and sit at our normal bench and just talk. He said sure and we met up that night. We stood under a tree and smoke a couple joints before deciding to walk around campus for a bit while we waited for it to hit us. We got to this tunnel with graffiti and water running down the sides, not super romantic but we were completely alone. In my very high, very horny state I hugged him and thanked him for being my friend. I just kind of hung onto him again, my head on his shoulder, dangerously close to his neck. I just stood there for a few seconds gaining the courage to try and release the tension built up inside of me. Finally, I moved my head and kissed his neck, then I kissed my way to his lips. He pulled away and said that we shouldn’t be doing this. But then, he grabbed me and kissed me hard. He ran his hands all along the curves of my hips and the small of my wait (which felt even more amazing because I was high). He pushed his hands up my shirt and grasped my breast while pushing me against the wall of the tunnel. I was so aroused and couldn’t get enough of this.
All of a sudden, he pulled away and said that we needed to stop. All of that energy turned to rage in that moment for me.
“I don’t want to stop! Why did this have to happen in the first place! Why couldn’t we just have been friends and left it alone???”, I said with a harsh voice.
He calmly explained that he did want to be with me but that he was still in a relationship and he felt that it took priority. I calmed down and understood what he was trying to say, even though I was still angry. We both went home that night super high and slightly confused about our relationship.
We didn’t talk for a while. One of his floormates told me that his girlfriend came to visit and someone told her about me. Eventually, Henry sent me a long text about how we aren’t going to talk again and that he almost lost his “favorite girl” because of me. I understood and just left the situation alone.
After a while I noticed that something was missing from my life. Henry and I saw each other sometimes twice a day for the entire first 3 weeks of college. I missed our jokes and someone to get high with. I kept thinking about him and eventually decided to send him a message.
“Hey so can we be friends again?”
He responded within 20 minutes and was a little apprehensive because he was still with his girlfriend but decided it would be alright. He never really hung out after that, just texted really. I thought everything was fine and that I was over him in general. Alas, this was not the case. I hadn’t learned my lesson yet and still fantasized about him all the time. I decided that I just needed to have sex with him and get all of this STILL pent up energy out of my body for good. So, my plan proceeded by me asking him to come over one night while I knew my roommate was away.
“I have a problem…..and I need your help so I can fix it”, I ask over text.
“Ok, what is it?”
“I can’t tell you right now, why don’t you come over tonight at 7 and I’ll explain.”
“Sure, this is weird but ok”
“I just really need help that’s all.”
“Ok I’ll see you later then”
[M]y [F]irst “Groupie”
It’s been a few days but my mind is still reeling. I recently came home from a tour with a band that I play guitar in. Not a band that I expect anyone to have heard of, in fact most people probably don’t realize the sheer number of bands that make a meager living touring dive bars with little to no name recognition. The band is of the garage-rock variety and I play lots of “flashy” leads. I’m in my late twenties and feel like I should be in better shape than I am but the cardio from playing shows often and the landscaping work that I do when I’m not on the road keep me fairly fit and any self-consciousness I have about my face is hidden behind a fairly trimmed beard and shoulder-length hair.
Skinny Dipping / The hottest night of [m]y li[f]e at that point. (Long)
I’ve been reading a lot of good stories here, and wanted to put one of my own out there.
This one goes back to my last year of high school. New throwaway definitely needed. Backstory: I had just moved to a new city, and started at a new high school…the last semester; I was 18. On my first day of school, I was eating lunch alone in the cafeteria, reading a book, and the most popular girl in school, Andrea (head of student council, and captain of a sports team) came over and started chatting with me. As it turned out, we had two classes together, the same spare, and the same lunch period. Long story short, we got along very well and became friends quickly. I had a big crush on her, but she had a boyfriend at the time. I could tell there was something there. Despite her having a boyfriend, we began to hang out more and more outside school and going out on nights and weekends. There was attraction tension between us, and it was building up.
A dark and stormy night… My place [m/f]
Some details (like names!) have been changed to protect identities. Writing as a means to re-live some of the moments I think about when I’m alone and in a particular mood.
I chose this particular story because it has a lot of intimate moments, and I find myself craving those as much as the wonderful sex. This was also a large building block in this particular relationship and, along with another stormy night story, would be mentioned countless more times in private conversations between the two of us.
**A little background information:**
This story takes place during my college years. I was 20 at time, nerdy and reserved, 6’1, fit and tanned from a lot of tennis in the sun, long curly brown hair. She was a year younger than me, VERY timid in public (until she knows what she wants, but more on that later), playful, pale(ish) skin, ~5’5 with long, straight blonde hair, tits slightly larger than my palm, and an ass that wouldn’t quit.
My kinky one night stand M/F
Hi guys, so after my first post on this sub- https://redd.it/4d8cqt got a lot of attention, I thought I’d share another longish story from my not so distant past. I’d just recently turned 18 when this happened, and it was a few months before I got into a relationship with my current boyfriend featured in the story above.
It was a Saturday evening around 9pm and I was at my best friend Georgie’s house getting ready for a night out at a house party. We’d known each other since first school and were extremely close, having both clicked instantly with our crazy and fun personalities. I was 5ft6 with long brown hair and a slim figure, blue-grey eyes, a perky butt and 32c bust. Georgie was 5ft5, about 5 stone heavier than me as she had a very muscly build, B-cup boobs, long brown hair and blue eyes. As I finished curling my hair with her wand, I stood up and took a gulp from my glass of prosecco feeling satisfied with how I looked. “What do you think?” I asked, hoping she would feel the same. “You look great Katie! Especially that butt!” She shouted over the top of the music she was playing from her stereo. I laughed and nodded whilst looking in the mirror, “Yeah this dress is pretty tight, but hey I’m sure Mark will like it”. Georgie kicked her heels on and giggled, “Oh I’m sure he will, I bet you he’ll try something tonight”
[m/f] Easily seduced by younger sister’s friend
This happened over 10 years ago now but I often recall it fondly and thought I’d share with you nice folks. It came out long but it all happened so quickly for me that night.
There I was, 21 years old and home from college for the summer at my parent’s house. My sister is 3 years younger than me. Her and her friends took to partying at the house that summer, lots of beer pong in the garage and card games in the kitchen.
This night was pretty calm with her and two girlfriends just drinking at the house in her room. Her two friends were hot, 18 and just graduated high school. I always had looked at them as much younger than me because when I was a senior in the HS they were freshmen.. But now, let’s call her Quinn, is grown up and has an amazing teenage body, perky c cups, insanely fit stomach and athletic thighs and ass. My friends and I hung out with their crew a lot that summer, bought them booze, drank with them, partied with them, my friends and my sisters friends got along that summer.
Sleeping with my brothers best friend
Hey guys, my first post on here, as after a while of reading and enjoying Gonewild stories I thought I’d share one of my own from a couple years back, when I was 18. Bare in mind it’s pretty damn long as I kinda need to add the context of the story so you understand the relationship involved.
I’m Katie, 5ft6 with long brown hair, blue-grey eyes, a slim figure, relatively perky butt and a 32c bust. I’d never describe myself as hot or want to seem cocky as I’m an embarrassingly awkward and shy person at times, but I can definitely acknowledge that I was gifted somewhat in the looks department.
(A little context)
At the age of 8, at my brothers 11th birthday party, I developed a pathetic crush for his best friend Christian. Since that day, I’d fancied Christian throughout Middle school and would always linger around when he was invited round, in the hopes of being able to spend some time with him. My mum and brother teased me constantly about it as they could strongly tell, and my crush on him carried on through high school. I would constantly bump in to Christian and be greeted with a wink or stuck out tongue. To my delight, we would talk a lot outside of school online and even play Xbox together for numerous hours along with others, but I imagined he always thought of me as his friends little sister, and nothing more. However, that was soon to change.
Goddess and Miss Jasmine- Part 1 (Black Domme, White Sub) (FFf)
Lily Sawyer seemed like your typical suburban wife. 42 years old and happily married she seemed like the stereotypical wife. Anyone looking at her would assume her sex life would consist of nothing more than missionary sex with her husband once a week and the occasional affair with her shower head. And they’d be right to assume that. Lily Sawyer was like that. About as vanilla as they come. A white bread woman in a white bread world.
Lily had been an English teacher since graduating college and just a few years ago she’d been hired at a very prestigious private school. She was well paid (for a teacher), well respected, and had a very comfortable life overall.
But recently she’s started having problems with one of her classes. Really it wasn’t the whole class, just one problem student bringing the whole class down and causing chaos. Frankly Lily, or Mrs. Sawyer as her students called her, was quickly losing control over the class and with it the respect she’d worked so hard to build up. She really needed to find a way to bring her student, Jasmine, into line but she wasn’t exactly sure how. She wasn’t a typical student after all.
For one thing Jasmine was black. Lily would never admit it aloud and even in her own mind she felt bad for thinking it but Jasmine was black and that made her different. Dangerous. She might have felt differently if Jasmine had made an effort to suppress her baser instincts but the girl simply refused to integrate. The school was almost entirely white and even the few black girls acted white. It was the only way they could be accepted. Sure a few of them would act out in the beginning but they all quickly realized they’d be ostracized if they didn’t start behaving like proper young ladies. In other words, if they didn’t start acting white.
But Jasmine was different. She embraced her darkness and for some odd reason the other girls didn’t hate her for it. In fact she was one of the most popular girls in school. In fact the exact opposite was happening. Instead of the white girls being a good influence on her she was corrupting some of them into being delinquents just like her. Jasmine seemed to follow the idea that she’s a strong independent black woman who shouldn’t change for anyone and Lily had no idea how to deal with it.
Lily had only met one other black girl in her life that seemed so hell bent on staying black rather then become more civilized…her old college roommate.
More than two decades earlier, Lily had entered college eager to learn and broaden her horizons. She already had her life planned out and she just needed to get through school and bide her time until it all fell into place. She was going to be a teacher. While in college she was going to find a rich, handsome, amazing man and she was going to marry him. He’d have a job making money and she’d be a teacher not for the money or any real passion but simply to avoid being a housewife like her mother.
She’d only had very rare encounters with people of color up to that point so she was very surprised when she walked into her assigned dorm room and found out she was supposed to live with a black girl. Lily was pretty intimidated as the girl was taller and clearly much stronger than she was. She also came to find out that her roommate, Sasha, was smarter, more popular, and just overall better than Lily was at just about everything.
For the first week or so of college Lily had looked up to Sasha as a model of a strong woman and was eager to prove herself a strong woman as well and step out of her roommate’s shadow. One night about a week in to the semester Lily decided to tell her roommate that. She thought that Sasha would be flattered to hear that she looked up to her so much.
Instead though Sasha just smirked. Lily and Sasha’s whole relationship changed that night as Sasha proved just how inferior Lily was. Sasha beat the crap out of her and left her a sobbing bruised heap on the floor. When she was done with that Sasha had pulled out a large strap-on dildo and proceeded to take Lily’s virginity. She’d been saving herself for marriage.
Lily sobbed herself to sleep that night still on the floor. The next morning Lily walked to the campus security to report the rape but when she got there she chickened out. She knew they’d make her tell the whole story and she didn’t think she could do that. Instead she walked to the housing department so ask for a new room but they asked for an explanation. Too scared to admit the truth Lily just told them that she and Sasha didn’t get along. The housing department politely told her that there was nothing they could do and that she should just work things out with her roommate. After all they were all supposed to be adults now so she should learn to settle her own problems.
Defeated, Lily wasn’t sure where else to turn. She thought about going to the police but knew that she’d face the same problem of not being able to tell them the truth. With nowhere else to turn, Lily returned to her room hoping to take a nap as she hadn’t slept much the previous night for obvious reasons.
When she got back to her room though Sasha was waiting for her. Sasha explained in cold, blunt terms how their arrangement would work from then on. Sasha was in charge and Lily would do whatever she said. Lily would be responsible for all the cooking and cleaning and she would treat Sasha like the Queen she was. Lily was to refer to her as Miss Jacobs and Sasha would call Lily whatever the hell she wanted.
Lily tried to object but when she did Sasha just laughed and asked if she really thought she had a choice in the matter. From then on Lily was essentially her roommate’s slave. She tried to fight back at first, refused to do the things Miss Jacobs told her but every time she did Miss Jacobs would just give a disappointed sigh and proceed to punish Lily in some way. Normally that was a simple but severe spanking but she sometimes got more creative with her punishment.
Soon Lily fell in line and became an obedient slave just like her roommate wanted. She just couldn’t take the punishments anymore so even though she hated it, Lily would do whatever Miss Jacobs told her to. Even horrid disgusting things that Lily could never imagine herself doing like worshiping her Black Mistress’ feet.
By the end of her first semester Lily was kept naked anytime she was in the dorm room even with other people over. Miss Jacobs liked to share her slave with her friends and soon Lily was servicing the pussies and assholes of dozens of Black women and sucking off Black men. Miss Jacobs only loaned her out to one white woman in her whole college career and that was to a teacher to get Miss Jacobs an A in the class.
Lily thought about running away every day. But she had nowhere to go other than back home and she knew her parents would resent her for being a college dropout. She thought about transferring but unfortunately serving Miss Jacobs didn’t leave her much time to study and her grades had suffered too much to transfer. In fact she barely stayed above failing out.
For 4 years Lily served Miss Jacobs and every single day of it she hated herself for being so weak. She wanted to go to the cops but she couldn’t bring herself to admit how far she had sunk to being a slave for most of the Black population of the school.
Finally in their last year of college Miss Jacobs agreed to release her; if she could raise $20,000 Miss Jacobs would allow Lily to buy her freedom. Having only one way of earning money though, Lily had to degrade and debase herself like never before to raise the money to free herself often just a few dollars at a time. Toward the end Lily was offering to pleasure just about anyone for even a couple of dollar.
It wasn’t until her finals week in her last semester of college that Lily finally raised the money and was allowed to buy her freedom. She skipped her last final and didn’t even go to graduation she was so happy being free that she went home to avoid any chance of Miss Jacobs forcing her back into slavery.
Lily spent the last 20 years trying to forget about the nightmare than was her college experience. She eventually started seeing a therapist and after a few years managed to move on with her life. Eventually she even achieved her life goals. She married a wonderful man and had a fantastic career explaining the intricacies of Shakespearian poetry to teenagers. She never told her husband about her college days. He knew something horrific had happened but was too polite to probe deeper.
While some people would look at her with pity for her purely vanilla love life Lily loved every second of it. She would never dream of introducing kink into her love life again as she knew it would bring back painful memories. She and her husband enjoyed missionary sex every Friday night and she had the occasional affair with her shower head and she was perfectly content with that.
But in the darkest corners of her mind, in a place she was even scared to venture, she had to admit that sometimes when she was playing with her shower head her mind would wander from the plot of whatever erotic novel she had read recently and she would picture Miss Jacobs face. Whenever it happened Lily would instantly get snapped back to reality and she came to dread those random intrusive thoughts.
Time had been kind to Lily. Even at the age of 42 she still got her share of second looks and backward glances. Sure she would admit she wasn’t nearly as hot as she’d been in her youth but then again who could expect her to be. Over the years her double D cup chest had begun to sag and her rear end had expanded and her once athletic core had become soft. Bust she knew she was still attractive as evidenced by the attention she sometimes got from her male students. Lily got a secret thrill from occasionally showing off for them. She thought of it as a reward actually. If a class did exceptionally well on a test for instance she may go into class the next day wearing something low cut enough for her students to get a good look at her cleavage.
But of course that was as far as it went. She’d never even consider doing anything physical with a student and she’d even cut short the few clumsy attempts at flirting she’d experienced.
The years since college had eventually allowed Lily to whitewash her life back to what it had been before she met Miss Jacobs. She lived in an all-white neighborhood, taught at a predominantly white school and she generally avoided Black people whenever she could. But now once again she found herself in the position where she had to try to stand up to a powerful Black woman and she was afraid.
She’d tried to stand up to Jasmine earlier in the year. She’d tried correcting her in class and even raising her voice but Jasmine always ignored her or brushed her off with a casual smirk. She’d thought about giving her detention but the thought of being alone in a room with Jasmine after school in detention scared her so much she tore up the detention slip she’d started to write. She wasn’t even really sure why she was so scared. Surely an 18 year old high school girl wouldn’t try to hurt her or anything like that, would she?
Finally though Lily thought she had the perfect plan for getting Jasmine to fall in line. She called Jasmine’s parents to set up a parent-teacher conference. Jasmine’s dad answered the phone and explained that unfortunately he would be out of town for the next week but that his wife would be happy to meet with her on Friday after work.
Lily thought it was the perfect solution. After all she was sure Mr. and Mrs. Jones would be perfectly reasonable. She knew Jasmine was well off financially so she figured her parents would have at least some refinement. Surely they would disciple their daughter once she explained to them how their daughter behaved in class. And as an added bonus with the Jones’ disciplining Jasmine Lily wouldn’t have to. She’d be killing 2 birds with one stone by getting Jasmine to behave and not having to do the work to do it.
So that’s where Lily Sawyer found herself one Friday evening, in her classroom grading papers and finding ways to entertain herself as she waited for Mrs. Jones to arrive at 6:30PM. She’d planned out a winning strategy that she was sure would work. First she’d meet with Jasmine and her mother at the same time but then she’d kick Jasmine out of the room as a show of domination and to establish that she’s in charge. Once Jasmine was gone Lily would explain to Mrs. Jones exactly how her daughter behaved in class. Then she’d call Jasmine back in so she could watch Mrs. Jones yell at her. She figured after getting yelled at by her mother in front of her teacher Jasmine would be too cowed to misbehave in class or even meet Lily’s eye.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Lily looked up to see Jasmine saunter into the room and took a seat in front of her desk. She had knocked but she hadn’t bothered to wait for permission before entering. Just one more rude thing to add to the laundry list of complaints Lily had against her.
“My mom’ll be here in a minute Mrs. Sawyer,” Jasmine said as she gave her teacher a wink.
Lily was unsettled by that even more than if Jasmine had come in yelling and screaming. How could she be acting so casual about this? Didn’t she know she was in big trouble? But wait…what if she was acting so casual because she knew she wouldn’t be in trouble? What if her mother was one of those weak willed parents who never had the guts to disciple their children and let them do whatever they want? Or worse; what if she was the kind of parent who would take her daughter’s word over that of her teacher’s?
As she thought all this Lily realized Jasmine was staring at her but she was so uneasy by this new line of thought that she quickly broke eye contact with her student and looked at the floor in front of her desk. She tried focusing on the papers in front of her but her mind was wandering and she wasn’t really paying any attention to what was on the paper.
Inexplicitly Lily suddenly found herself staring at Jasmine’s long smooth legs. Her eyes slowly moved from Jasmine’s sandal clad feet up her calves and thighs until they finally came to rest on the hem of Jasmine’s short skirt. Lily found herself mesmerized by the sight and couldn’t help but wonder what Jasmine was wearing underneath it. Just as Lily started to think of a way she could innocently sneak a peek up Jasmine’s skirt to settle her idle curiosity there was another knock on her door. That snapped Lily out of her reverie and she quickly looked up to see who was there.
She froze in horror at who was standing in her doorway smirking at her. It had been more than 20 years since they last saw each other but Lily recognized her old roommate instantly. Judging from the smirk on her face, she recognized Lily as well.
“Why hello Lily. I hear you’ve been having problems with my daughter…” She began as she strode into the room.
Lily is too horrified to speak as her greatest nightmare strode smiling back into her life.
“What’s wrong white girl? Cat got your tongue?” she laughed
“I…I…uh…I…I mean…hi Miss Jacobs…” Lily stammered remembering what would happen in her college days when she failed to greet her roommate properly.
SMACK
Sasha backhanded Lily across the face so hard that she fell out of her chair into a heap on the floor. Lily felt a small cut on her cheek where Sasha’s diamond ring had hit her.
Lily was vaguely aware of Jasmine laughing uncontrollably in the room but her whole mind was focused on Jasmine’s mother. Sasha likewise seemed to be ignoring her daughter for the moment as she grinned hungrily down at her former slave.
“It’s Mrs. Jones now twatlicker. Although…that might sound a bit weird coming from your mouth after all those years. Goddess will do for now. Don’t forget it white girl.”
“I…yes Goddess,” Lily squeaked from the floor her voice several octaves higher than normal from fear.
“Good,” She said as she took the seat Lily had just vacated and kicked off her heels, “Now come massage my feet as you tell me what my precious baby girl has been doing in your class.” Lily had always hated feet ever since the first time this woman had first made her worship them but she feared her old roommate’s punishments more than she hated her feet.
Lily hurried over and knelt at Goddess’ feet and began massaging them and furiously racking her brain for what to say. She had a whole list of things she’d planned on telling Jasmine’s mother just minutes before but now she knew better than to say them. Anything she said against Jasmine would surely result in severe punishment from her mother.
“She’s been…she’s…I mean to say that your daughter has been…” She tried to come up with something flattering to say about Jasmine but she resented the girl so much she couldn’t think of anything. The fact that she was once again kneeling at the feet of the woman who’d made her college days a living Hell wasn’t helping her think any clearer.
“She’s been a perfect young lady, right? A model student? An inspiration to her classmates? And you’re just too weak and stupid to know how to handle her which is why you reached out to my husband to try to get us to handle her? Is that about right twatlicker?” Goddess mocked the kneeling teacher.
Lily dropped her eyes to the floor and continued massaging her feet, “Yes Goddess,” she said in a small voice almost too quiet to hear.
“And now you want to apologize to me for making me come all the way down here for no good reason, right?”
“Yes Goddess” Lily said lowering her head and resigning herself to the inevitable. She knew full well how Goddess expected her to apologize.
She lowered her head to Goddess’ feet and began kissing them all over. Once she had kissed very square inch of both of Goddess’ feet she went on, “And now you want to apologize to Jasmine for giving her such a hard time in class, right?”
Giving her a hard time, Lily thought, she’s the one who’s been making my life Hell. But instead she simply bowed her head and whispered “Yes Goddess.”
Lily started to get up to move around her desk to get to Jasmine but Goddess held her down. With an evil glint in her eye she said, “Crawl.”
Defeated, Lily crawled on her hands and knees around her desk and knelt at her student’s feet and began removing her sandal. Then she bowed her head and began kissing Jasmine’s feet all over just as she had her mother. Jasmine just giggled as she watched her teacher degrade herself like that.
Once Lily was done kissing her student’s feet, Goddess again spoke up, “Well Jasmine? Do you think she’s sincere or do you think she needs to do a bit more to make amends for being such an arrogant bitch to you?”
Giggling, Jasmine responded “This bitch still needs to pay momma.”
“I thought you’d say that,” Goddess laughed. “Stand up and take off your panties bitch.”
Lily slowly got to her feet terrified of what was coming next but knowing it’d be worse if she tried to fight back. Blushing deeply she reached up her skirt and slowly lowered her underwear to the floor. It wasn’t until she felt how wet they were with her fingers that Lily realized how turned on she was. They were soaked with her juices.
Smirking, Jasmine said, “Now get over my lap you fat white bitch.”
Humiliated beyond words Lily slowly lowered herself over her student’s lap. Jasmine casually flipped up her teacher’s skirt exposing her pale, ample behind.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jasmine started raining down slaps on her poor teacher’s exposed ass quickly turning it red. Lily couldn’t help it. She started screaming not caring who would hear and come running to see her in this situation. All semblance of dignity gone, Lily began begging, “OUCH! Please stop! Please Jasmine! Please I’ll do anything!”
“Nuh uh. No way Lily,” Jasmine replied sadistically reveling in the use of her teacher’s first name. “You aren’t in charge here anymore. You call me Miss Jasmine from now on. And you’re gonna need to do a lot more begging than that…” She punctuated her words with a renewed round of painful smacks to Lily’s already tortured behind.
Lily began screaming incoherently incapable of even begging for mercy. Chuckling, Goddess casually crossed the room to pick up Lily’s discarded panties and smiling at the moisture she felt there stuffed the cloth in Lily’s mouth before wiping her hands clean in the teacher’s hair.
To Lily it seemed like hours later when Jasmine finally seemed to get tired and pushed her teacher off her lap an into a pile of sobbing, bruised flesh. Lily didn’t even try covering herself, her ass hurt so much that the cool tile floor actually felt soothing as long as she didn’t put any pressure on the hard surface. What resulted was Lily in an awkward crab-walk pose with her abused behind lightly touching the cool floor.
Goddess walked over and pulled the soiled panties out of her mouth and dropped them on the teacher’s desk. “Well slut? Why aren’t you thanking my daughter for forgiving you for being such an uptight bitch?”
Tears streaming down her face Lily turned still in her crab-walk pose to face Jasmine. “Th…Thank you Miss Jasmine.”
“Well done white girl. I think we’re done here, right teach?” Jasmine finished looking down at her prey.
Lily doesn’t dare respond to her student.
Jasmine looked to her mother for confirmation. “One more thing before we go actually…” Goddess corrected her daughter while opening her purse. “Ah, here it is…” she said pulling out a black leather collar.
Lily paled at the sight of it remembering all the times she’d been forced to wear a similar collar in college. Goddess walked over to Lily and fastened the collar around her being sure to not trap any hair between the collar and her neck. Then she pulled a tag from her purse and Lily got a brief glance at it before Goddess attached it to the collar. This one was different form the one she wore in college. Instead of “Property of Miss Jacobs” this one said “Property of Miss Jasmine.”
With that, Goddess and Miss Jasmine got up and began walking out. “Come along white bitch or am I going to have to put you on a leash as well?”
Lily slowly got to her feet allowing her dress to fall back into place and protect her modesty. She cast one brief look back at her desk to see her soiled panties lying on top for all the world to see. She knew if anyone came into the classroom over the weekend they would immediately see them and know what a filthy slut the proper Mrs. Sawyer had become. With that, Lily turned to follow her new Owners out the door and into her new life.