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Path: bbsnet!uupsi!psinntp!news.intercon.com!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!sunic!trane.uninett.no!news.eunet.no!nuug!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi 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 Reply-To: an38852@anon.penet.fi Organization: Anonymous contact service Lines: 323 X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.