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From: [e-mail] (Steven Edwards)
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Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt5 - Caught
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Hi,

All comments are welcome. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have
read access to the alt.sex hierarchy, so you will have to email me.

If the age of the heroine in this story is below the age where it is legal
to do the things that she does where you live, please adjust her age in your
copy of this story accordingly. Thank you. (Her age is only mentioned in
Pts 1 & 5)

take care all,

Steve Edwards

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Copyright Steve Edwards, January 1994.

Warning: The following is a work of fiction, which hopefully you will find
erotic.  All characters and places are figments of the author's imagination
and any resemblence to real events is purely coincidental. It contains
explicit material not suitable for minors. Please remember that this is just
a fantasy. In real-life always practice safe-sex, or remain faithful to a
faithful partner.

It may be distributed electronically and archived, but only with these
disclaimers and byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except
by me. :-)

                                Louise's Awakening

          5. Caught

            Louise smiled at her reflection in her parent's mirror. She
          looked good. She could understand why Amy and Andrew found
          her body sexy. The fullness of her breasts, her cheeky
          nipples, the flare of her hips, the swell of her pubic mound,
          her soft blonde bush, and her taut bottom all conspired to
          make give her confidence in her own attractiveness. Of course
          the lust and praise of her lovers had boosted her confidence
          too. She winked at herself, and half-turned and pushed out
          her bottom towards the mirror, and gave her rump a playful
          slap. Her saucy smile was not to be discounted as a sexy
          asset either. Louise's vein of self-depreciation wasn't yet
          completely cowed however, she was still able to find a few
          flaws: her ankles were a bit thick and her otherwise clear
          complexion still retained the blemish of a spot which had
          erupted last week. When would all her acne leave her, after
          all she was nearly seventeen!

            Dragging her mind back to self-appreciation from the abyss
          of criticism, she lifted and squeezed her breasts. Louise
          watched in fascination as her nipples slowly erected.
          Carefully, she pinched them between slickened fingers and
          thumbs. The resulting wave of pleasure caused Louise to close
          her eyes and open her mouth in a silent gasp. She couldn't be
          too noisy, her parents were downstairs and her brother was in
          the next room. She felt so comfortable in giving herself
          pleasure, it was as if she had been caressing her body for
          years. It was hard to believe that it was only a month ago
          that she had first masturbated, after caressing herself
          before this mirror just as she was doing now. Once her
          sexuality had awakened, she had quickly entered a world of
          raging teenage hormones. She still blushed to think of how
          Andrew had made her climax in public at Joe's. Nevertheless,
          Louise lowered one hand to her pussy as she remembered. Then
          there had been that party three weeks ago, where she had
          discovered the freedom of submitting to Andrew's orders and
          her own lusts. That was when she had first touched Amy in a
          sexual way; she had licked her cunt until she had climaxed.
          Amy had fled the room in tears of confusion afterwards. They
          had followed, and had been able to comfort her when they
          eventually caught up.

            Since then there had been many occasions when the three of
          them had met up, and she and Amy had performed to Andrew's
          orders. Louise remembered, as her finger slid into her slick
          cunt, that last week she had got so horny that she had
          literally laid-back on his bed and had begged Andrew to fuck
          her, her previous resolutions of chastity in tatters. Andrew
          had smiled at getting her so worked up, and had continued
          masturbating, saying that he'd only fuck her when he decided
          it was time. Eventually he had let Amy go and satisfy
          Louise's raging need. So, she was still a virgin, albeit a
          very horny one, not to mention one skilled at pussy-licking
          and masturbation. Louise whimpered softly at the magic her
          fingers were producing. A wave of pleasure was building which
          she knew would wash over her with climatic force. "Yesss,
          ahhh, AHHHH" she sighed, as pleasure crashed around her.

            Recovering, Louise returned quickly to her room to sleep.
          It was school again tomorrow, and she had to get up extra
          early to pack. Her parents had decided to redecorate her
          room, and she was going over to stay with Amy until they had
          finished.

                                        *****

            "Damn!"

            "What's the matter Louise?", asked Amy with concern, as
          they walked between classes.

            "I've lost my watch. I must have left it in the changing
          rooms after our Sports lesson. I'll have to look for it at
          lunch time, and hope no-one has stolen it".

                                        *****

            Louise knocked on the door to the Sport's office, and hoped
          that there was someone still there. There was. Miss Maxwell,
          her netball and hockey teacher, opened the door and looked
          surprised to see her. "I don't suppose you have had a watch
          handed in have you?", Louise asked. "No I don't think so
          dear", said Miss Maxwell, turning around and checking the
          lost property draw of the desk. "No we haven't", she
          confirmed after checking, "Where did you last have it?"

            "Before Netball today. I must have left it in the changing
          rooms. Is it okay to go and check?".

            "Of course. Only let me know if you find it.", Miss Maxwell
          requested, her pretty face smiling warmly.

            As Louise left to check the changing rooms, she passed Mr.
          Robert Williamson going in the other direction. He was the
          hunky young sports-master. He taught the boys rugby; it was
          rumoured that he had been selected to play for the Welsh
          national team, only he had had to retire before he got to
          play due to a knee injury, and so, his career over, he had
          taken up teaching instead. Louise knew that most of the girls
          in the school had had a crush on him at one time or another.
          She had had one when she was thirteen; it had lasted all
          term. She used to go weak at the knees if she even saw him on
          the sports field in the distance. Worse, she used to blush a
          pretty pink, and caste her eyes to the floor if she ever
          passed him in a school corridor. Thankfully those days were
          over. However, evaluating him again in the light of her new
          sexual awareness revealed that he was as hunky and attractive
          as any girl could wish for. He caught her looking at him, and
          smiled, sending Louise into a confused blush. He stopped then
          and asked her if she had permission to be in here during the
          lunch break. "Yes sir", Louise stammered, "Miss Maxwell said
          it was okay". He grunted acceptance, and went on, and Louise
          had a chance to regain her composure.

            The changing rooms were deserted, however there on the
          bench where she had changed was her watch. With glee Louise
          retrieved it, thankful that it hadn't been stolen. It was
          amazing that it was still there, in spite of there not having
          been a sports class since hers. Louise left the girls'
          changing rooms and headed back to the Sport's office to Miss
          Maxwell. She was just about to knock on the door when a moan
          from within caused her to pause. There it came again. It was
          a woman's moan. Louise instantly recognised it; it was a
          woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Louise couldn't make out
          anything through the heavily frosted glass in the office
          door, but she longed to see what was happening.

            Tentatively, Louise tried the door. It wasn't locked and it
          opened a crack noiselessly. Glancing in, Louise almost
          gasped. For lying across one desk was Miss Maxwell. Her
          sports top was around her neck revealing her beautiful small
          breasts with their hard red nipples, and her sports skirt was
          around her waist. Her green sports knickers were dangling
          from one foot, and she was masturbating. She had three
          fingers of one hand thrusting in and out of her ginger
          snatch, as she propped herself up on her other elbow. She was
          moaning "Oh Bob" and gasping quietly with the pleasure.

            Louise jumped when she heard a man's voice command: "Turn
          around and get up on your knees". She hadn't realised that
          there was someone in the room with Miss Maxwell! As Miss
          Maxwell obeyed the order, Louise changed position slightly so
          she could she the man. It was Mr. Williamson! He was no
          longer wearing his track-suite bottoms, and his cock was
          standing up erect before him. Louise could hardly believe her
          eyes. He looked so masculine with his hairy legs and bottom,
          and his curved thrusting manhood. He looked majestic,
          awesome, domineering. Louise could feel her juices start to
          flow. She was powerless to prevent her hand making its
          pilgrimage under the waist band of her skirt and into her
          panties. As her finger slid over her slippery folds, she
          gazed at the action taking part in the office. Miss Maxwell
          was on her hands knees on the desk, with her bottom thrust
          lewdly out, her pink pussy glistening, and Mr Williamson was
          advancing on her, his beautiful cock leading the way. As
          Louise watched she saw its knob part the puffy lips of Miss
          Maxwell's pussy and slowly slide in. Louise found herself
          juicing up as Miss Maxwell made a most arousing gasp at the
          sensation. She wished she was the one on the end of a hard
          cock like that.

            Her own fingers didn't have room to reach a comfortable
          angle, so, impatiently, she took her hand out of her skirt,
          rucked it up, and, without taking the time to remove her
          panties, pushed the gusset aside and slide two fingers into
          her pussy. She was so wet they slid in easily. Her pussy
          hungered to be filled; hungered for a hard cock; hungered for
          anything hard!

            Mr Williamson was really fucking Miss Maxwell now, his hard
          cock pistoning in and out. On each outward motion Louise
          could see it clearly; it was glistening with Miss Maxwell's
          pussy juices. She pumped her own fingers in and out in time.
          She wanted to share in this act of coupling. It was primal,
          animal, primitive, and she thrilled to it. So did Miss
          Maxwell, whose flushed face was pressed against her forearms
          which were resting on the table. She was moaning and gasping
          continually as she was filled and emptied, time after time.
          Mr Williamson was holding her hips and pulling her hard
          against him on each inward thrust. Her nipples were scraping
          the table as her breasts swung in time to the thrusts.

            It was more than Louise could bear. In her passion she
          added an extra finger. She now had three fingers sliding in
          and out of her pussy. She had never managed to squeeze so
          many in before. She was so turned on the extra finger had
          entered effortlessly. Now she felt so full, so stretched.
          Just like Miss Maxwell must, filled with that monster cock.
          Louise's pleasure was building. She could no longer stand.
          Sinking to a sitting position against the wall she continued
          to pump away. She was no longer watching the action, she was
          lost in her own pleasure. Irresistible whimpers of pleasure
          escaped her.

            Suddenly, before she climaxed, her fingers weren't free to
          pump. Louise's eyes flew open. A man's hand held her wrist.
          She needed to push her fingers in and out a few more times
          ... only a few more times and she would be there. The hold
          however was rigid, like a metal vice. Her fingers were
          trapped halfway up her pussy. Slowly the madness of need
          passed, and Louise raised her eyes to look into Mr.
          Williamson's face. Louise was suddenly aware of her
          predicament. A teacher had caught her masturbating, not only
          that, but with three fingers up her cunt! She could feel her
          face turning a very fiery red: intense embarrassment
          overlaying intense arousal.

            "I'm sorry sir, I ...", Louise stammered, trying to remove
          her hand from her pussy. To her horror however his hand held
          her's rigidly. He was so strong. "You were spying on us
          weren't you?", he demanded, his voice a masculine baritone.
          "Yes", Louise whimpered. "And you were masturbating?", he
          asked. Louise knew that the question needed no answer, yet
          her humiliation deepened as she replied, "Yes", in almost a
          whisper. Suddenly the sexiness of the situation began to
          impose itself upon her consciousness. She was still intensely
          aroused, and it was very exciting having her fingers still up
          her pussy, with a half naked man leaning over her.

            "You know that nice girl's don't masturbate don't you?", he
          asked, as he started to move his hand, forcing Louise's
          fingers to slide backwards and forwards in her pussy.
          Pleasure flooded Louise again, "No sir, ...ohhh .. I mean,
          Yes sir, ahhh", she gasped, her pussy juices flowing so
          freely that they started to drip down her hand. Louise tried
          hard to focus on his next question but the pleasure was so
          intense that she lost concentration. "Ahhh, sorry sir, oohhh,
          ohhh, I ohhh missed that". "I asked that surely you aren't so
          depraved as to climax in front of your teachers are you?", he
          replied with a hint of impatience.

            "Noooo!!", Louise wailed as she climaxed, her spasming body
          giving the lie to her denial, her fingers continuing to be
          forced inexorably in and out of her sopping cunt. Just as she
          was calming down, her body spasmed in another climax, shaking
          her to her core.

            Louise lay like a rag doll, her legs akimbo, her pussy
          exposed, as her two teachers stood over her looking down upon
          her. "Young lady. You will come to my office tomorrow morning
          half an hour before classes. Don't be late", Mr Williamson
          boomed, before turning from her, and with Miss Maxwell,
          entering the office again.

            Eventually Louise recovered, and headed off to the school
          hall for lunch. She passed the rest of the day in a haze,
          only coming alive as she told Amy all that had happened as
          they walked home together after school. The details got them
          both very horny and they longed to rush up to Amy's bedroom
          as soon as they got to Amy's. Unfortunately, Amy's mother had
          other ideas: she wanted help preparing dinner and doing some
          hoovering. Once the chores were done, they had to eat.

            Eventually however, pleading the excuse of homework, they
          managed to get away. Once in her room, Amy demanded that
          Louise repeat the story, which she did in great detail. As
          she recounted it, Amy nibbled her neck, blew softly in her
          ear, sensuously undid Louise's blouse, unclipped her bra, and
          cupped her breasts. They were both panting by the end. Louise
          turned hotly in her friend's arms and they kissed animatedly.
          It was with some urgency that her hands closed over Amy's
          breasts through her blouse and bra. Louise caressed them
          while plunging her tongue into her friend's mouth. Breaking
          away, Louise looked and saw Amy's nipples, visible through
          her clothes. Amy was getting impatient, she started to
          undress hurriedly. Sex with Amy was always so varied: serene
          and beautiful one time; wanton and raunchy the next. Louise's
          passion flared with her friend's, and she hurriedly slipped
          out of her skirt and passion stained panties. Both naked,
          Louise lay on top of her friend, and ground her pussy into
          Amy's. Their clits started throbbing madly with their mutual
          banging and bumping.

            Just then the door opened and Amy's sister walked in on
          them. "Sam!!", Amy squealed in horror when she saw her.
          Eighteen year old Samantha stood dumbfounded at the scene
          before her. Her little sister was buck naked on her bed, with
          her legs wrapped around the naked form of Louise Thompson. It
          was just like a picture from the sexy magazine that Amy had
          leant her a few weeks ago, and which she had been
          masturbating herself silly over ever since. Samantha could
          feel her panties getting wet as she slowly took in the sight.
          Louise had rolled off Amy, and now she had an unhindered view
          of both of their beautiful bodies.

            It was with some wariness that Samantha watched as Louise
          got to her feet and walked over to her, unashamed of her
          nakedness. Louise kissed her sweetly on the mouth, and took
          her by the hand and led her to the bed. As she sat on it,
          Amy's hands came from behind her and rested on her shoulders,
          while Louise pushed up her dress, her slender fingers and
          petite hands eliciting wonderous sensations from her inner
          thighs. Samantha felt herself relaxing, and allowed them to
          lower her back on the bed.

            Louise was feeling horny, having been interrupted by
          Samantha at just the wrong moment. This was the second time
          today she had been caught in a compromising position.
          Nevertheless, in spite her aching clitoris, Louise
          disciplined herself to go slowly as she pushed up Samantha's
          dress, and revealed her delicate pink lace panties. She
          didn't want to scare her. As she hooked her fingers into the
          them, she brought her nose down to the wet spot which spoke
          of Samantha's arousal. She smelt different from her sister.
          It fired Louise's lust. She wanted to plunge her tongue into
          that oiled haven, and lap Samantha's love juices, but she
          didn't want to go too fast. So, after removing her panties,
          she moved up the bed and gently caressed Samantha's breasts
          through her dress. Samantha closed her eyes and began to pant
          slightly.

            After raining kisses down Samantha's neck to the sweetheart
          cut neckline of her dress, Louise gently turned her over, so
          that they could get at the buttons down the back. Samantha
          allowed herself to be rolled over, and buried her face in the
          pillow as she felt their fingers nimbly unbutton her dress.
          She had to raise herself slightly to allow the dress to be
          pushed off her shoulders and down her arms. Before she knew
          it she was down to her bra. It was easier to keep her face
          buried than to acknowledge the fact that Louise Thompson had
          just unsnapped and removed her bra. In some way it made it
          less real, it made her less responsible, in spite of the fact
          that she had raised her body in co-operation. Samantha lay
          there as she enjoyed Louise's gentle caresses: stroking her
          back; massaging her neck; and kneading her bottom. Her breath
          caught as Louise's fingers swept round to brush the sides of
          her flattened breasts, or descended to the back of her
          thighs.

            Louise luxuriated in the smooth silken texture of
          Samantha's back and bottom. She was very beautiful. As she
          caressed the back of her thighs she let her thumbs slip
          around to the inside Samantha's legs. She thrilled to hear
          her moan softly, and to see her helplessly part her legs a
          fraction. Louise noticed that Amy was pulling on her own
          nipples as she watched her sister being aroused. "Don't you
          want to help?", Louise asked her. "No thanks, she's my
          sister. It wouldn't be right", Amy declined. Louise smiled
          understandingly at Amy, and then concentrated as she moved
          her thumbs inexorably up the inside of Samantha's thighs.

            Samantha's legs parted at the pressure. Her whole body
          tautened with shock as she felt another girl's thumbs touch
          her puffy labia for the first time. Before she knew it
          Louise's fingers had moved on to her buttocks and back, and
          then back down the backs of her legs to the back of her
          knees. Then Louise's thumbs made that slow journey up the
          inside of her thighs again. Samantha held her breath in
          anticipation, her pussy juices flowing so freely as to leave
          a small stain on Amy's duvet. She gasped as Louise's touch
          reached her moistened pussy lips, and couldn't prevent
          thrusting her bottom up slightly to prolong the touch.
          Louise's hands however all too soon continued on their cycle.
          By the time they next began their upward journey Samantha's
          legs were well parted, and Louise had a good view of her
          passion swollen pussy. This time Louise's hands dwelt longer
          at Samantha's well of pleasure; parting her labia to reveal
          her juicy tunnel, and flicking her clitoris as she lifted her
          bottom from the bed. Samantha and Amy were both moaning.

            At the end of the next cycle of caresses, Louise pushed two
          fingers into Samantha's virgin cunt. Louise was delighted to
          feel the tight wet flesh clasp her fingers, and she used her
          free hand to frig her own pussy. Amy was hotly masturbating
          as well. The soft moans of all three of them mingled as the
          room filled with the scent of teenage love juices. Samantha
          and Louise both came at practically the same time, and Amy
          followed a few moments later.

            Samantha and Amy then ganged up to drive Louise to an
          amazing cataclysm with their feminine caresses and their
          silken tongues. Louise would have savoured it even more if
          she had realised that it was the last time she was to climax
          for days. It was late by that time, so Samantha and Louise
          left to sleep in their rooms, while Amy dropped off to sleep
          on her pussy scented sheets.


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