1. Afterschool Lesson


    Date: 3/24/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: SosaGood, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    It was my senior year in high school. Still being a virgin, I began questioning my sexuality. I wanted to find that perfect relationship, where we liked each other, yet enjoyed the naughty in life. I liked guys alright - I guess - I just never saw it going anywhere. To be honest, they kind of freaked me out. Often times I was at the end of all of their attention. A month before Christmas vacation, I no longer questioned my sensual hungers. I also was no longer a virgin of any sort. One of my teachers had finally gotten around to teaching me something useful. English was the last period of the day, and our homework from the previous day was poetry. At the end of the hour, as the bell was ringing, we delivered our written poems to the basket of Ms. Boner's desk. Being near the back, I was one of the last ones to reach the door, yet a voice called to me. Swirling back, I realized Ms. Boner wanted my attention. Resigned to my fate, I headed back into the classroom. "Please close the door. This may take some time and I don't wish to be interrupted." Ms. Boner's smile spoke of untold promises as I latched the door behind me. Suddenly self-conscious of myself, I leaned into the desk opposite of hers, waiting for her to begin. Walking around her heavy, black-wood desk, Ms. Boner carried a slim, leather whip. Seeing it brought confusion to my face, but I held my tongue, wanting to see what she would do. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to deserve that kind of punishment, but it ...
    sort of excited me just having something happening behind closed doors. "You've become a very naughty girl, and all because you wrote a poem of hidden desires. If you let me, I will teach you everything I can on such matters." Her voice whispered near my ear, filled with so many promises. I couldn't refuse, I was going to finally learn something that mattered in being happy. With a nod of my head, we got to it. She began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing her creamy skin as well as the black contrast of her lacy bra. Her high "C" breasts fell from her shirt as the last button was undone. Her tight bra strained as her body wanted to break free. She quickly shimmied out of her skirt until she stood before me in black lace; a beautiful contrast to her peach skin. My gaze lit in excitement at such eloquence, hungering for the pleasure that was bound to come. I heard the tapping of the whip on her thigh as she circled my desk. Her voice husky as she explained, "Oh, this just won't do! You have too much clothing." Standing at her insistence, I stripped out of my shirt and jeans. She made a purring noise as my white cotton bra and red silk panties came into view. The red silk darker than usual, moistened by my arousal. Licking my lips, I waited for her to make her move. Smiling at my nervousness, she stepped back, flicking her wrist, allowing the whip fly free. Her skill and precision showed as the leather licked at my nipples through the cotton material, causing my knees to go ...
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