getting detention in nudes 6

"You can't do that, it’s a lie."

The teacher laughed scornfully and his fingers twitched a fraction closer to the frightened youngster's open pussy lips.

"Well if it's tell the truth time, tell me that you weren't excited when I touched your breasts."

Emma blushed scarlet and hesitated. The lie hung on her lips but she knew that her teacher had seen her excitement and felt the hard peaks of her aroused nipples. If he touched her between her legs he would know that it was wet with excitement. Panic rushed over her at the thought but at the same time her innocent pussy dilated and pulsed with the knowledge that his fingers were almost there already.

"It doesn't mean that I wanted it . . . just because you touched me. It's an automatic reaction that happens to everyone."

"But you liked it didn't you?".

"It makes no difference, I'm only sixteen and you are taking advantage of me. I want my clothes back now . . . so that I can go home."

"Your detention isn't over yet. It's not over till I say so. Now, would it feel good if I touched your pussy Emma?"

"This isn't a detention. You only kept me behind so that you could touch my naked body."

"I'm trying to help you but I think I'm wasting my time. The only thanks I've had are threats and accusations."

"Surely you don't expect me to thank you for feeling up my body.”

"Emma . . .the lesson starts here. First you will speak respectfully to me, I am your teacher. Second, you will stop making silly threats, because even if anyone believed you, your reputation would still be ruined. You would be branded a young whore who teased your teacher."

She realized that what he said was true. She could never hold her head up again if anyone knew what happened. She knew that even if she won, she would be the loser in a contest with him. The only thing she could do was appeal to his better nature.

She whispered timidly, "I'm frightened, please stop doing this to me and let me have my clothes back?"

"Not yet. I haven't finished with you yet"

"What do you mean by that?"

He placed his hands back on her bare legs and slid them almost to the top. His fingertips stopped an inch short of her naked vagina and the helpless youngster shivered as he softly stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"I mean that I haven't finished with you. There's lots to do before you go home."

His fingers edged a fraction nearer to the heated junction of the young schoolgirl's thighs and she suddenly knew with a cold dread that her teacher was not going to be satisfied with just touching her. She was at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted, and it was very clear what he wanted.

She wondered briefly what it would feel like to have her teacher touch there between her legs. The thought sent a tingle of anticipation rippling through her young body and fresh moisture seeped from her pussy. It glistened unmistakably and she knew that her teacher could not fail to see the signs of her arousal.

She panted fiercely and her heart pounded with excitement.

"I promise I won't tell anyone . . . if you stop."

Her teacher tore his gaze from the open lips of her vagina and stared coolly into the youngster's eyes.

"If I stop what? Just say what you don't want me to do?"

"I don't want you to do anything. I don't want you to touch me."

Her teacher shook his head and his fingers twitched as if they were impatient to reach their target.

"You have to say it Emma. Tell me not to touch your pussy and I won't."

Emma lips trembled and her voice shook as she tried to speak.

"Please don't touch my. . my. . ." Her throat refused to work. "It's no good, I can't say it."

He shook his head and his fingers twitched as if they were impatient to reach their target. He shook his head in wonder.

"Sixteen years old and you've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

Time stopped for a brief moment before she felt his hands move. When his fingertips met the plump moist lips of her open vagina, she cried out in astonishment as a quick sensational jolt shot through her nerve endings. He cupped and squeezed the slight swell of her vaginal mound gently. The pressure sent an electric thrill of unbidden pleasure through the youngster's body. Then his fingers stroked along the tight cleft of her open sex and discovered her wetness. The teacher stared into her shocked wide open eyes and smiled gently.

"Pussy, Emma. It's your pussy and it's nothing to be ashamed of. It is an excited little pussy though. Did I do that?"

He slid his finger slowly back and forth between her slippery vaginal lips as if to prove the point. A wave of pleasure rippled up to her trembling belly and spread through her body in a hot surge of urgency. Emma bit her lip to stem a gasp of pleasure. His fingers slipped smoothly along her wet pussy lips and Emma yelped with surprised pleasure.

"Oohh . . . S-s-ir. . . . Oooh."

He teased her slippery slit with slow gentle strokes that wore down the helpless youngster's resistance until she heard herself groan softly with every wave of unstoppable pleasure. There was only one thing that would make him stop and she had to do it before she lost control and started begging him not to stop.

"Please, sir, don't touch my . . . my pussy."

"Too late Emma . . . I'm already touching it, and it's so wet, you can't deny that you're loving it."

"But you have to stop - I said it. I said don't touch my pussy."

"Tell me you don't like it. Say you hate me touching your sweet little pussy."

"Uhhh! I hate you touching my pussy. I hate. . . Aahhh!"

"I don't believe you Emma. I think that you're enjoying it. Are you sure you don't want me to do this?"

He found her clitoris and concentrated his attention on the rigid little bud of sensitive flesh. Emma cried out reflexively at the exquisite sensation.

"Maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps I should stop after all," he taunted.

Emma shook her head again but now. as fresh waves of ecstasy ripped through her nerves. She hadn't wanted this but now she didn't want the amazing new feeling ever to end and her teacher knew it. As if to emphasize his victory, he withdrew his hand and watched her writhe in frustration

The young girl was too ashamed to say the words that would encourage him to start again but her wide green eyes pleaded silently with him. He smiled in triumph as if he could read her thoughts and slowly pressed a tormenting finger into the hot well of her pussy entrance.

"Oohh ! Ooohhh !. . . Nno-oohh!"

His finger never quite entered her vagina but each time it slipped across and round the tiny entrance it drew a moan of expectation from her. When he returned his attention to the small bud of her clitoris and teased it gently, the defenseless youngster couldn't suppress the sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips. Her slender hips shuddered and bucked as her teacher's fingers manipulated her slippery clitoris and she knew that it was already too late.

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