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From: an38852@anon.penet.fi (Steven Edwards)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt7 - Betrayal
Message-ID: <190549Z13011994@anon.penet.fi>
Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 18:59:00 UTC
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Hi,
I hope y'all still like Louise after this chapter.
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.
Cheers,
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
7. Betrayal
Louise woke early with a pressing need to relieve herself.
She definitely shouldn't have drunk so much coke last night,
there was no way that she could survive until she met Sir
before school. The only option was to go to the bathroom and
climb into the bath. It felt strange relieving herself there,
but as much as she hated it, she had no choice. Afterwards
she washed thoroughly under the shower, especially the
chastity-belt. Water was able to get under it and clean her,
although, as she had expected, she wasn't able to direct an
umimpeded jet of water onto her clitoris. It felt really
strange showering while still wearing panties, and even
stranger drying herself afterwards.
Refreshed, Louise made her way down to breakfast. Samantha
was already up, and welcomed her with a shy smile. Mrs
Marshall was also about, busying herself with some chore or
other. While Mrs Marshall was out of the room, Samantha
leaned over and whispered that she had masturbated herself to
three climaxes last night thinking about Louise's
predicament. The image of Samantha's body arching on her bed
thinking of her was rather erotic, and it was the morning's
first twist of the erotic knife which was torturing Louise.
Nevertheless, Louise was still relatively unaroused by the
time she reached Sir's office. However, as she stood before
his desk waiting for him to speak, Louise began to feel again
excitement at her situation. When he eventually spoke it was
to order her to strip so that he could see her wearing only
her chastity-belt. Feeling surprisingly nervous, Louise
started to unbutton her white blouse. Andrew was the only boy
who had seen her breasts, and Louise felt extremely shy about
baring them to a man; especially to such a detached teacher.
She hesitated about reaching behind her to unclasp her bra,
but when Mr Williamson said nothing to excuse her, she
eventually did so. She was very aware that the movement
caused her breasts to thrust forward. As the bra fell from
place, and she dropped it on the chair, Louise knew that it
wasn't the cold that had caused her nipples to perk-up into
such tight buttons. Was she mistaken or had she heard Sir
gasp slightly as her breasts swung free? The feeling of power
excited her. She might only be a school-girl, but her sexy
body meant that she would never be powerless.
Louise watched the growing bulge in Sir's pants as she
unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. She smiled secretly to
herself as she turned away from him, and thrust her bottom
out as she bent over to untie her shoes and remove them and
her school socks. She could tell from the electricity in the
air that she was turning him on. She was also turning herself
on. Turning around to face him, Louise stood in the middle of
the office clad only in the black leather panties which were
fixed in place by the integrated straps and buckles and a
little padlock. Her breasts rose and fell gently with her
panting.
"Have you found that the belt has kept you chaste?", Sir
asked, his eyes searching her face. Louise blushed, and
admitted that she hadn't been able to come, deliberately
choosing not to reveal that it had kept her chaste in a
literal sense as well. He looked pleased at the news. "Have
you been horny?", he asked. Louise admitted that she had
been, adding the adjective "Awfully!" with some feeling
afterwards. However, she wasn't too horny at the moment, and
she wasn't going to beg for satisfaction.
To her surprise however, Sir offered her pleasure without
her needing to ask. Louise quickly thanked him! Her eyes
widened in wonder however when Sir produced a white plastic
object from the desk draw. He turned a knob on its base and a
soft purring filled the silence. It was a vibrator! Louise
had never seen one before, not even in a magazine. She'd
heard of them of course. However, she'd never imagined that
they were so big! It was with some apprehension that she
obeyed Sir's beckoning to approach him. Louise suddenly felt
very unsure of herself again, very much the school-girl
rather than the femme-fatale.
Louise held her breath as the vibrating object approached
her breast, and gasped aloud as it made contact with her
straining nipple. Electricity shot through her body and her
knees felt weak. Sir moved the tip of the vibrator backwards
and forwards over her right nipple. As he did so it reddened
even more, and the areolae wrinkled in arousal. Louise
starred mesmerised, her hands touching the desk to steady
herself. Sir moved it to her other nipple. Her moan of
pleasure was uncontrollable. Just as the sensation was
getting too intense he swapped the vibrator back to her first
nipple. The alternating pleasure was making her very wet.
Eventually, as Louise was beginning to think it was torture
not pleasure, Sir moved the vibrator and trailed it down her
stomach to the waist-band of the chastity-belt. With his
other hand he opened the padlock, loosened the buckles, and
lowered the panties. Freed, Louise couldn't help trying to
thrust her pussy up to the throbbing device. There was a
chance to climax at long last! Nevertheless, as the white
monster moved over her clitoris to start to slide between her
slick pussy-lips, Louise couldn't help becoming concerned. It
was so big.
"Ahhh, Sir, um, you know that I'm a virgin don't you?",
Louise informed him with embarrassment, worried that he would
try to put it in her. He was already moving the tip backwards
and forwards into her vagina: it was heavenly! "Don't worry:
it's not as wide as your three fingers I found you with up
your cunt the other day.", he said, brushing aside her
concerns. Actually, by that time, Louise wasn't worried
anymore. The pulsating device was creating waves of pleasure,
and she was so wet, and from the way that it was moving it
was obviously slipping in and out with no problems. "Ah, Ah,
ahhh", Louise gasped uncontrollably. Without withdrawing the
vibrator, Sir pushed Louise back till she was sitting then
lying across the desk. Instinctively, her knees came up and
parted to give him easy access to her pussy.
"So you couldn't make yourself come?", Sir re-asked,
seeking to make Louise verbalise her frustration and arousal.
"Ah, no sir, ... ohhh", Louise gasped, "even Amy couldn't
make ....". Louise stopped herself. She had just realised
what she had said. Sir had noticed it too, although he didn't
stop wielding the vibrator as a dildo as he interrogated
further. "Amy couldn't make ... what? Couldn't make you come?
Is that what you were going to say?", he demanded.
"Ohhh, ahhh, No sir", Louise denied, having trouble
concentrating on the question. The vibrator was so wonderful,
it was filling her, stretching her, and it was throbbing and
throbbing. She could feel its vibrations through her vagina
on her clitoris. She was nearly there, nearly! "Don't lie to
me!", Sir snapped, thrusting the vibrating in and out even
faster. "You let some girl try to masturbate you didn't
you?". "Yesss", Louise wailed, lost in her growing pleasure.
"Who was the girl? Your friend Amy Marshall?", Sir guessed.
"Yesss", Louise gasped again, not fully appreciating that
she'd just betrayed her friend.
Louise wailed. She couldn't believe it. On the last outward
slide, Sir had removed the vibrator completely. Her hips
bucked off the desk in search of it but it was gone. She
started to move her hands to her pussy but he slapped them
away. She was so horny she was drumming her heels on the
desk. He couldn't stop now! Not when she was so close! And
after so long! He just couldn't! It was inhuman! She panicked
the next moment when she felt him raising the chastity-belt
back up her legs. She was not going to wear that again, no
way! Nevertheless, he was so strong that he lifted her bottom
at the appropriate moment in spite of her struggles and the
panties were locked back in place. Knowing it was futile, her
fingers still descended on its crotch, trying in some way to
send sensations through it to her clitoris. Sir simply stood
and watched her for a minute.
Then he said, "Bring your lesbian lover Amy Marshall to me
here this lunch time and help me fit a chastity-belt on her,
and then, perhaps, I will let you come".
Louise was horrified, what had she done? She'd betrayed
Amy! But would she put her through the torment that she was
suffering, just to slate her own frustration? She didn't
know. She was feeling so horny! Then Sir asked her to dress
again, and leave for her first lesson.
Louise worried about what she would do all the morning. She
was feeling strung out. Her body ached with unfulfilled need.
Nevertheless, she wasn't the kind of person to deliberately
betray a friend. On the other hand, more than even the
promise of release for herself, the real temptation was the
image of sweet Amy rolling about with frustration because her
pussy was locked up in a leather chastity-belt. Perhaps she
could just invite Amy to go with her to Mr Williamson's
office. She wouldn't be misleading her. It wasn't her fault
what Amy let Mr Williamson do to her once she was there.
Suppressing her conscience, Louise rationalised her actions.
Amy was willing to go with Louise to see Mr Williamson at
lunch time. She was intrigued over the hold that he had over
her friend so that she allowed him to lock her up and take
away her freedom to pleasure herself. She intended to wait
outside and listen through the door at what happened. As
Louise knocked on the office door, Amy hung back halfway down
the corridor looking at the Sports' notice-board. Somehow or
other though, when he opened the door, he seemed to sense she
was with Louise, and he invited her in as well. She couldn't
very well refuse a teacher's request.
Standing with Louise before Mr Williamson's desk, Amy was
feeling rather nervous. What was going to happen? She was
amazed at what actually happened, for he asked Louise to open
her blouse and show them her breasts and Louise actually
started to obey! Amy watched with growing arousal as her
friend's breasts come into view with their delicate
pinnacles. They looked lewd poking out her school blouse like
that! Amy was completely dumbfounded though when Sir turned
to her and told her to lick Louise's nipples. She'd done it
in front of Andrew before, but this was a teacher! "I ...,
um, ... I don't ..., I'm not ... um ... I couldn't", she
stammered. She didn't want everyone knowing about her lesbian
activities.
"Do it!", Sir demanded, "Louise has already told me you
like to". Stung by his words, Amy moved towards Louise, but
she looked reproachfully into her eyes. Nevertheless, as she
took one of Louise's nipples into her mouth, she couldn't
deny that this was just what she had been wanting to do as
Louise had revealed them. Louise was feeling really wretched
for having let their secret slip out, and not even the
wonderful sensations from Amy's tongue were enough to enable
her to forget her guilt. At least, not initially. But Amy's
incessantly moving and probing tongue was irresistible. It
was hard to think of anything with her friend working on her
nipples.
While Amy was busy, Sir was commenting on how they were
"lesbian sluts" and "wicked hussies", but his surreptitious
rubbing of his bulge was evidence that his admonitions
weren't heartfelt, but were only for effect. Eventually, he
said, "Amy is really enjoying this lesbian sex isn't she!
Lift her skirt Louise and let's reveal her wantonness!".
While Amy continued to suck and pull on her nipples Louise
did as requested. Sir was delighted as Amy's passion drenched
knickers came into view. He came up behind her and slowed
pulled her panties down, inhaling deeply the intoxicating
aroma of aroused pussy.
Stepping back, he commanded Amy to go and lay on the desk
with her legs apart. Then he directed Louise to go and lick
her pussy. Amy closed her eyes as she lay there waiting for
Louise's lips to descend. It was hard to comprehend how
quickly she had ended up like this in front of a hunky male
teacher!
As Louise knelt before the desk and brought her lips down
on Amy's left inside knee, she had the perfect view of Amy's
pussy. The passion swollen inner-labia were engorged and
slightly parted, forming an enticing gash of pink in Amy's
brunette jungle. Sensuously, Louise trailed her tongue up her
thighs. As she reached her destination she used her fingers
to part Amy's labia and then buried her tongue in the moist
flesh. Louise thrilled to hear Amy's responding moan. She
probed deeply into her vagina, twirling her tongue over the
sensitive ridges, and enjoying Amy's taste. Louise pinched
her own nipples as she licked, her excitement growing with
Amy's. Adjusting her position slightly, Louise ran her tongue
up and down Amy's pussy, until her tongue felt the nubbin
which was Amy's clitoris. This she proceeded to attack
mercilessly: flicking it with her tongue up and down, and
side to side; sucking it into her mouth, strumming its hood,
and then ignoring it for awhile until Amy's next whimper of
frustration. In this way Amy was brought to the very pinnacle
of pleasure.
At which point Sir stopped Louise and told her to go and
hold Amy's arms. Amy was so busy writhing, arching, and
demanding satisfaction, that she didn't really notice the
chastity-belt until it was nearly in position. By then it was
too late, and to her horror she realised that she was now
locked up like Louise. Louise stood back pulling hard on her
own nipples as she watched her friend go through the panicky
motions of checking the belt's effectiveness. Panic and
motions which she knew only too well. Louise didn't copy Amy,
although her own clitoris was throbbing like mad and she too
was terribly horny, for she knew the futility of Amy's
efforts. Now they were both completely at Sir's mercy.
It quickly became obvious that there wasn't time for Sir to
pay Louise her thirty-pieces of silver and give her release,
for lunch time was nearing an end. Hence, after dressing and
a trip to the rest-rooms to freshen up, they returned to
their classroom equally frustrated. It was nice having
someone to share the feelings with, except that each other's
plight kept on exciting them, and so only heightened their
frustration. Louise apologised for her betrayal, and
explained how it had happened. Amy, in spite of her
frustration, forgave her.
That evening was to be the last that Louise was to
stay-over with Amy, as her parents had finished decorating
her room. It was not the climax to her stay that they had
initially planned; only Samantha was able to come, while
Louise and Amy could only work themselves up into a fever of
arousal which was essentially unsatisfying. Samantha had read
about women who were able to climax from only having their
breasts played with, however after an hour of very sensual
arousal all they achieved were wet pussies and rather sore
nipples.
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