| Butterflies And Roses, Chapter Six After double-checking the my school uniform that Mom modified for me earlier yesterday, I pulled at the thin material of the thong she presented me last night out from between my butt cheeks, I gathered up my backpack and rushed out to meet with Nancy at the bus stop and noticed her school uniform was altered just like mine. The skirt was almost as short as my older one and the blouse was lower cut and tight against our maturing forms. We sat together in the back of the bus and giggled softly at our plans for the day. “This is gonna be such a cool day, Ang.” Nancy whispered. “You should see the panties Mom let me wear.” Without warning, Nancy looked around before raising her skirt up to reveal a black thong with a pink butterfly embossed on the crotch, right over her puffy pussy, which barely covered her at all. I gasped unbelievably as I, too raised my skirt to show her the thong my Mom had given me to wear. Save for the design on the front, mine were exactly the same, black but with a bright red rose right over my own pussy. “Wow, Sis,” Nancy gasped. “We’re twins. The teachers are gonna love us.” I blushed at this and quickly covered up just as the bus stopped to pick up more students. One of them, Teresa, was a real spoiled brat who thought she was better than anyone else. She saw us in the back and came down the aisle and sat catty-corner to us and glared at the way we were dressed. “Sluts!” Teresa whispered as she sat down. “Bitch!!!” Nancy whispered back only to be met by glaring eyes from Teresa. “Just you wait until after school,” Teresa threatened. “You’ll get yours.” I joined Nancy at returning her glare and made Teresa turn away to look out the window. “Nancy, she’s twelve years old, do you think it’s smart to piss her off?” I asked, still glaring at Teresa in case she turned back to us. “I’m not afraid of her, Sis.” Nancy boasted. “All she needs is a good pussy-licking and she’ll stop being so mean to us.” “Nancy!!!” I gasped, causing Teresa to glance back at us again. “You two sluts wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if one were staring you right in the face.” Teresa whispered angrily at us. Before we could respond, the bus stopped at the school and everyone started getting off and heading inside to their lockers. I walked with Nancy to her locker so I could watch her back in case Teresa decided not to wait until after school to get us. Nancy opened her locker and got out her books for the first class and put her purse into her locker. Before closing her locker, Nancy reached into her purse and pulls something small out and palmed it so nobody else could see it. “What’s that, Sis?” I asked quietly. Nancy grinned and allowed me to peek in her hand. It looked almost like a weird tube of lipstick, only a little fatter, about an inch and a half around and two inches long. “Mom calls it a ‘bullet vibe’ and I’ve got plans for Ms. Bitch…not to mention Mrs. Davies.” Nancy winked. Lunchtime came and Nancy joined me at my table as we chit-chatted about our plans for our teachers. We were rudely interrupted by Teresa and a couple of her friends. “Well, well…what do we have here?” Teresa asked us, sarcastically. “Looks like a couple of under-aged sluts to me,” Susie replied as she, Teresa and Denise, one of the few afro-American students in school, surrounded us. “I think this one’s gonna cry.” Denise laughed, pointing at me. I started to get up, but Denise pushed me back down roughly into my seat. Nancy sprung to her feet and slapped Denise hard across her face. Before too long, there was an all out brawl in the cafeteria and the monitors ran to get the Principle. When the Principle arrived, with a couple of teachers, we were all lead down the hallway to the Principle’s office where we glared at each other in silence as Ms. Mathews sat behind her desk sizing us all up. “Who started this?” She demanded sternly. Nobody said a word; we just lowered our heads awaiting punishment. Ms Mathews sighed as she turned to a TV she had set up in her office which had a VCR connected to it. One of the monitors produced a video tape and slid it into the machine and handed Ms Mathews the remote. “I’m sure this will refresh your memories.” She scowled as she started the tape. Ms. Mathews fast-forwarded to the part she needed and stopped tape just before the twelve year olds got to the table. She turned to look back at us and waited for someone to speak up. Turning back to the screen, she continued the tape and watched in silence. After the scene ended, Ms Mathews turned back to us and pushed her glasses back in place and folded her hands in front of her, looking us all over. “Andrea and Nancy, please wait out in the waiting room.” She ordered. Nancy and I stood up and left to the glares of the other girls. We both jumped when Ms. Mathews slapped her desk, drawing the attention of the older girls. Nancy and I sat out in the waiting area trying to hear what was going on in Ms. Mathews’ office, but couldn’t make out what was being said. After what seemed like hours, Teresa, Susie and Denise left Ms. Matthews’s office and didn’t even look at us at all. Ms. Mathews asked us to come in and we stood before her, heads down. Ms. Mathews looked us over and smiled before handing us Hall Passes. “You girls better hurry up and get to class.” She told us as we took the passes. “Ms. Bridgefield was told you’d both be a little late.” “Yes, Ma’am.” We both replied as we left her office and went to our lockers to get our English books and preceded to Ms. Bridgefield’s classroom. Our seats in the front of the class were left empty for us as we took our places. “Glad you could make it, girls.” She greeted cheerfully. “Heard you had a bit of trouble at lunch. I’ll catch you both up after class, if that’s ok with you?” “Thank you, Ms. Bridgefield.” Nancy replied. “That would be wonderful, Ma’am.” I added. “Alrighty, girls. Please turn to page 300 in your textbook and we’ll begin.” As class continued, I caught Ms. Bridgefield trying to catch glances up my skirt. Then, she noticed Nancy’s skirt ride up a bit and her eyes seemed to gloss over. Not to be outdone, I discreetly raised my skirt just enough to show my panties. Ms. Bridgefield’s eyes went back and forth between mine and Nancy’s panties, seeing a hint of the designs hidden by our closed thighs. I quickly glanced around the room, then winked at Nancy. Simultaneously, we slowly eased our legs apart and watched as Ms. Bridgefield’s eyes got wider in sync with our thighs. Involuntarily, Ms Bridgefield licked her lips and her eyes narrowed just a bit as she could clearly see the images on our near-identical panties. Our little show was interrupted by Tammy, a shy, new girl in our school. “Are you alright, Ms. Bridgefield?” she asked, concerned. As if snapped out of a trance, Ms. Bridgefield cleared her drying throat and looked over at the pretty, petite red-head and smiled. “Oh, I’m fine, Tammy.” Ms. Bridgefield assured her. “I was just deep…*ahem*…thought.” ‘Deep in thought about young pussy, you mean.” I thought to myself with a smile. Just then, an idea came to me. I raised my hand wiggling a bit while clamping my thighs together. “Ye...yes, Andrea?” Ms. Bridgefield managed to ask. “May I go to the restroom?” “Sure, of course,” she replied. “Take your time.” I jumped up from my desk and winked at Nancy as I rushed out of the classroom and down the hall to the little girl’s room. I ducked into one of the stalls and locked the door. Quickly, I yanked off my panties and stuck them in my vest pocket. Luckily, they were small enough not to cause too much of a bulge. I sat down on the toilet and spread my legs wide and started playing with my drenched pussy. I jerked and moaned as I started to build on a much needed cum…but was interrupted by the sound of the main door opening. I held my breath until a voice sounded out. “Ang, are you in here?” It was Nancy. I opened the stall door and quickly pull Nancy inside and locked the door behind her. “I’m fine, Sis.” I panted. “Just getting warmed up for Ms. Bridgefield. See??” I raised my skirt showing Nancy that I had removed my panties and made myself sopping wet. “Wow, that is so hot.” Nancy gasped as she, too, removed her panties and stuffed them into my other vest pocket. Then, without warning, Nancy dropped to her knees and stuck her head under my skirt and went right to work on my clitty, making it stiff and red as she sucked it between her pouty lips. The fingers of her right hand entered my engorged pussy lips. I reluctantly made Nancy get to her feet, panting as she licks my wetness from her lips. “We really need to hurry up and get back to class before we get into trouble.” I warned her. “Besides, I wanna tease, Ms. Bridgefield with our naked pussies.” Grinning from ear to ear, Nancy agreed and we hurried back to the classroom, taking our seats again. “Is everything ok, girls?” Ms. Bridgefield enquired having had time to regain her composure. “Everything’s fine, Ms’ Bridgefield.” Nancy replied, easing her skirt up slightly and letting her thighs spread naturally. “We’re ready to continue, Ms. Bridgefield.” I added as I did the same. The color seemed to drain from her face as she was staring at the hairless, wet, naked pussies of two of her youngest students. Nancy and I exchanged evil smiles as we knew we had Ms. Bridgefield right where we wanted her. Somehow, Ms. Bridgefield managed to make it through the rest of the class, but we didn’t make it easy for her though. We would take turns touching ourselves whenever she looked out way. By the end of class, the other students must have thought Ms. Bridgefield was ill. Well, I guess you could say that she was. With the classroom empty and it was just the three of us, Ms. Bridgefield sat almost in a trance behind her desk as Nancy went to lock the door and close the blinds on the door and the windows. Before Ms. Bridgefield knew what was happening, I had climbed up on her desk in front of her while Nancy got behind her and wrapped her arms around Ms. Bridgefield’s chest and began unbuttoning her ruffled pastel blouse slowly. I sat on the edge of her desk and raised my skirt, revealing my young, waiting pussy to her. “Doesn’t she look good enough to eat, Ms. Bridgefield?” Nancy softly whispered into her ear, lightly licking the lobe as her hands finished with the last button and eased it off of Ms. Bridgefield’s shoulders. “She wants you, can’t you see that?” Nancy continues as she undid the front clasps of Ms. Bridgefield’s bra, freeing firm 36D breasts from their confines and taking them into her hands and lightly stroked and pinched her nipples until they ached. I began stroking my swollen, damp pre-teen pussy lips, spreading my wetness all over, making my lips glisten in the Florissant lights of the now-empty classroom. Nancy worked herself around in front of Ms. Bridgefield and began coaxing her skirt and panties off of our English teacher. Ms. Bridgefield raised her hips and allowed Nancy to finish stripping off her clothes and we both awed at her nakedness. “Andrea is right in front of you, Ms. Bridgefield, begging for you to lick her sweet, young pussy.” Nancy continued as she put her left hand between Ms. Bridgefield’s thighs and slowly, agonizingly, worked it up until it was right at the outer lips of our teacher’s dripping wetness. “Please, Ms. Bridgefield.” I pleaded as I removed my school uniform and by training bra before leaning back on my elbows and spreading my legs as far apart as I could. Ms. Bridgefield shuddered and sighed as she leaned forward, mesmerized by my pre-teen pussy. Just before her lips touched my dampness, she inhaled and her eyes became slits on her face as she sighed softly at the smell of my scent. Not being able to hold back any longer, I grabbed hold of Ms. Bridgefield’s had and brought it hard against my pussy and moaned as her mouth seem to be on automatic as she devoured my aching pussy. My head jerked back against her desk and my hips spasmed against her eager tongue and mouth. I felt her moan loudly into me and I knew that Nancy had just got her lovely little head between, Ms. Bridgefield’s thighs and she was using her talented tongue on out English teacher. I bucked hard against Ms. Bridgefield as my orgasm squirted my sweet juices deep into her hungry mouth. I had to bite my own hand as I screamed as my lovely teacher’s lips wrapped around my tiny clit and she sucked it in, hard. Her fingers found their way into my sweet pussy but stopped as they bumped my hymen. I grabbed hold of her hand and forced myself down on it so that it broke through, taking my cherry. The pain was harsh, yet brief and I fucked her fingers with my pussy. “My GOD, Andrea.” She managed to gasp as realization set in. “I broke your cherry.” “I…I know, Ms…Bridge..field.” I panted as another orgasm shot through me. “I wanted you to take it…I’ve…been saving it…just for you,” “B…but, your…mot..mother will be…”She tried to form the words as she managed to break away from me and Nancy. “Mom will be very happy.” I assured her. “She had hoped things would work out today.” “She…knew…” Ms. Bridgefield began to panic, seeing her teaching career go right out the window…not to mention her freedom. “Who do you think made the alterations to my school uniform, Sweetie?” I giggled. Still more to cum… |