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Path: bbsnet!uupsi!psinntp!news.intercon.com!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!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: Pt5 - Caught Message-ID: <182309Z13011994@anon.penet.fi> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 18:16:11 UTC Reply-To: an38852@anon.penet.fi Organization: Anonymous contact service Lines: 415 X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Hi, 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. If the age of the heroine in this story is below the age where it is legal to do the things that she does where you live, please adjust her age in your copy of this story accordingly. Thank you. (Her age is only mentioned in Pts 1 & 5) take care all, 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 5. Caught Louise smiled at her reflection in her parent's mirror. She looked good. She could understand why Amy and Andrew found her body sexy. The fullness of her breasts, her cheeky nipples, the flare of her hips, the swell of her pubic mound, her soft blonde bush, and her taut bottom all conspired to make give her confidence in her own attractiveness. Of course the lust and praise of her lovers had boosted her confidence too. She winked at herself, and half-turned and pushed out her bottom towards the mirror, and gave her rump a playful slap. Her saucy smile was not to be discounted as a sexy asset either. Louise's vein of self-depreciation wasn't yet completely cowed however, she was still able to find a few flaws: her ankles were a bit thick and her otherwise clear complexion still retained the blemish of a spot which had erupted last week. When would all her acne leave her, after all she was nearly seventeen! Dragging her mind back to self-appreciation from the abyss of criticism, she lifted and squeezed her breasts. Louise watched in fascination as her nipples slowly erected. Carefully, she pinched them between slickened fingers and thumbs. The resulting wave of pleasure caused Louise to close her eyes and open her mouth in a silent gasp. She couldn't be too noisy, her parents were downstairs and her brother was in the next room. She felt so comfortable in giving herself pleasure, it was as if she had been caressing her body for years. It was hard to believe that it was only a month ago that she had first masturbated, after caressing herself before this mirror just as she was doing now. Once her sexuality had awakened, she had quickly entered a world of raging teenage hormones. She still blushed to think of how Andrew had made her climax in public at Joe's. Nevertheless, Louise lowered one hand to her pussy as she remembered. Then there had been that party three weeks ago, where she had discovered the freedom of submitting to Andrew's orders and her own lusts. That was when she had first touched Amy in a sexual way; she had licked her cunt until she had climaxed. Amy had fled the room in tears of confusion afterwards. They had followed, and had been able to comfort her when they eventually caught up. Since then there had been many occasions when the three of them had met up, and she and Amy had performed to Andrew's orders. Louise remembered, as her finger slid into her slick cunt, that last week she had got so horny that she had literally laid-back on his bed and had begged Andrew to fuck her, her previous resolutions of chastity in tatters. Andrew had smiled at getting her so worked up, and had continued masturbating, saying that he'd only fuck her when he decided it was time. Eventually he had let Amy go and satisfy Louise's raging need. So, she was still a virgin, albeit a very horny one, not to mention one skilled at pussy-licking and masturbation. Louise whimpered softly at the magic her fingers were producing. A wave of pleasure was building which she knew would wash over her with climatic force. "Yesss, ahhh, AHHHH" she sighed, as pleasure crashed around her. Recovering, Louise returned quickly to her room to sleep. It was school again tomorrow, and she had to get up extra early to pack. Her parents had decided to redecorate her room, and she was going over to stay with Amy until they had finished. ***** "Damn!" "What's the matter Louise?", asked Amy with concern, as they walked between classes. "I've lost my watch. I must have left it in the changing rooms after our Sports lesson. I'll have to look for it at lunch time, and hope no-one has stolen it". ***** Louise knocked on the door to the Sport's office, and hoped that there was someone still there. There was. Miss Maxwell, her netball and hockey teacher, opened the door and looked surprised to see her. "I don't suppose you have had a watch handed in have you?", Louise asked. "No I don't think so dear", said Miss Maxwell, turning around and checking the lost property draw of the desk. "No we haven't", she confirmed after checking, "Where did you last have it?" "Before Netball today. I must have left it in the changing rooms. Is it okay to go and check?". "Of course. Only let me know if you find it.", Miss Maxwell requested, her pretty face smiling warmly. As Louise left to check the changing rooms, she passed Mr. Robert Williamson going in the other direction. He was the hunky young sports-master. He taught the boys rugby; it was rumoured that he had been selected to play for the Welsh national team, only he had had to retire before he got to play due to a knee injury, and so, his career over, he had taken up teaching instead. Louise knew that most of the girls in the school had had a crush on him at one time or another. She had had one when she was thirteen; it had lasted all term. She used to go weak at the knees if she even saw him on the sports field in the distance. Worse, she used to blush a pretty pink, and caste her eyes to the floor if she ever passed him in a school corridor. Thankfully those days were over. However, evaluating him again in the light of her new sexual awareness revealed that he was as hunky and attractive as any girl could wish for. He caught her looking at him, and smiled, sending Louise into a confused blush. He stopped then and asked her if she had permission to be in here during the lunch break. "Yes sir", Louise stammered, "Miss Maxwell said it was okay". He grunted acceptance, and went on, and Louise had a chance to regain her composure. The changing rooms were deserted, however there on the bench where she had changed was her watch. With glee Louise retrieved it, thankful that it hadn't been stolen. It was amazing that it was still there, in spite of there not having been a sports class since hers. Louise left the girls' changing rooms and headed back to the Sport's office to Miss Maxwell. She was just about to knock on the door when a moan from within caused her to pause. There it came again. It was a woman's moan. Louise instantly recognised it; it was a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Louise couldn't make out anything through the heavily frosted glass in the office door, but she longed to see what was happening. Tentatively, Louise tried the door. It wasn't locked and it opened a crack noiselessly. Glancing in, Louise almost gasped. For lying across one desk was Miss Maxwell. Her sports top was around her neck revealing her beautiful small breasts with their hard red nipples, and her sports skirt was around her waist. Her green sports knickers were dangling from one foot, and she was masturbating. She had three fingers of one hand thrusting in and out of her ginger snatch, as she propped herself up on her other elbow. She was moaning "Oh Bob" and gasping quietly with the pleasure. Louise jumped when she heard a man's voice command: "Turn around and get up on your knees". She hadn't realised that there was someone in the room with Miss Maxwell! As Miss Maxwell obeyed the order, Louise changed position slightly so she could she the man. It was Mr. Williamson! He was no longer wearing his track-suite bottoms, and his cock was standing up erect before him. Louise could hardly believe her eyes. He looked so masculine with his hairy legs and bottom, and his curved thrusting manhood. He looked majestic, awesome, domineering. Louise could feel her juices start to flow. She was powerless to prevent her hand making its pilgrimage under the waist band of her skirt and into her panties. As her finger slid over her slippery folds, she gazed at the action taking part in the office. Miss Maxwell was on her hands knees on the desk, with her bottom thrust lewdly out, her pink pussy glistening, and Mr Williamson was advancing on her, his beautiful cock leading the way. As Louise watched she saw its knob part the puffy lips of Miss Maxwell's pussy and slowly slide in. Louise found herself juicing up as Miss Maxwell made a most arousing gasp at the sensation. She wished she was the one on the end of a hard cock like that. Her own fingers didn't have room to reach a comfortable angle, so, impatiently, she took her hand out of her skirt, rucked it up, and, without taking the time to remove her panties, pushed the gusset aside and slide two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet they slid in easily. Her pussy hungered to be filled; hungered for a hard cock; hungered for anything hard! Mr Williamson was really fucking Miss Maxwell now, his hard cock pistoning in and out. On each outward motion Louise could see it clearly; it was glistening with Miss Maxwell's pussy juices. She pumped her own fingers in and out in time. She wanted to share in this act of coupling. It was primal, animal, primitive, and she thrilled to it. So did Miss Maxwell, whose flushed face was pressed against her forearms which were resting on the table. She was moaning and gasping continually as she was filled and emptied, time after time. Mr Williamson was holding her hips and pulling her hard against him on each inward thrust. Her nipples were scraping the table as her breasts swung in time to the thrusts. It was more than Louise could bear. In her passion she added an extra finger. She now had three fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She had never managed to squeeze so many in before. She was so turned on the extra finger had entered effortlessly. Now she felt so full, so stretched. Just like Miss Maxwell must, filled with that monster cock. Louise's pleasure was building. She could no longer stand. Sinking to a sitting position against the wall she continued to pump away. She was no longer watching the action, she was lost in her own pleasure. Irresistible whimpers of pleasure escaped her. Suddenly, before she climaxed, her fingers weren't free to pump. Louise's eyes flew open. A man's hand held her wrist. She needed to push her fingers in and out a few more times ... only a few more times and she would be there. The hold however was rigid, like a metal vice. Her fingers were trapped halfway up her pussy. Slowly the madness of need passed, and Louise raised her eyes to look into Mr. Williamson's face. Louise was suddenly aware of her predicament. A teacher had caught her masturbating, not only that, but with three fingers up her cunt! She could feel her face turning a very fiery red: intense embarrassment overlaying intense arousal. "I'm sorry sir, I ...", Louise stammered, trying to remove her hand from her pussy. To her horror however his hand held her's rigidly. He was so strong. "You were spying on us weren't you?", he demanded, his voice a masculine baritone. "Yes", Louise whimpered. "And you were masturbating?", he asked. Louise knew that the question needed no answer, yet her humiliation deepened as she replied, "Yes", in almost a whisper. Suddenly the sexiness of the situation began to impose itself upon her consciousness. She was still intensely aroused, and it was very exciting having her fingers still up her pussy, with a half naked man leaning over her. "You know that nice girl's don't masturbate don't you?", he asked, as he started to move his hand, forcing Louise's fingers to slide backwards and forwards in her pussy. Pleasure flooded Louise again, "No sir, ...ohhh .. I mean, Yes sir, ahhh", she gasped, her pussy juices flowing so freely that they started to drip down her hand. Louise tried hard to focus on his next question but the pleasure was so intense that she lost concentration. "Ahhh, sorry sir, oohhh, ohhh, I ohhh missed that". "I asked that surely you aren't so depraved as to climax in front of your teachers are you?", he replied with a hint of impatience. "Noooo!!", Louise wailed as she climaxed, her spasming body giving the lie to her denial, her fingers continuing to be forced inexorably in and out of her sopping cunt. Just as she was calming down, her body spasmed in another climax, shaking her to her core. Louise lay like a rag doll, her legs akimbo, her pussy exposed, as her two teachers stood over her looking down upon her. "Young lady. You will come to my office tomorrow morning half an hour before classes. Don't be late", Mr Williamson boomed, before turning from her, and with Miss Maxwell, entering the office again. Eventually Louise recovered, and headed off to the school hall for lunch. She passed the rest of the day in a haze, only coming alive as she told Amy all that had happened as they walked home together after school. The details got them both very horny and they longed to rush up to Amy's bedroom as soon as they got to Amy's. Unfortunately, Amy's mother had other ideas: she wanted help preparing dinner and doing some hoovering. Once the chores were done, they had to eat. Eventually however, pleading the excuse of homework, they managed to get away. Once in her room, Amy demanded that Louise repeat the story, which she did in great detail. As she recounted it, Amy nibbled her neck, blew softly in her ear, sensuously undid Louise's blouse, unclipped her bra, and cupped her breasts. They were both panting by the end. Louise turned hotly in her friend's arms and they kissed animatedly. It was with some urgency that her hands closed over Amy's breasts through her blouse and bra. Louise caressed them while plunging her tongue into her friend's mouth. Breaking away, Louise looked and saw Amy's nipples, visible through her clothes. Amy was getting impatient, she started to undress hurriedly. Sex with Amy was always so varied: serene and beautiful one time; wanton and raunchy the next. Louise's passion flared with her friend's, and she hurriedly slipped out of her skirt and passion stained panties. Both naked, Louise lay on top of her friend, and ground her pussy into Amy's. Their clits started throbbing madly with their mutual banging and bumping. Just then the door opened and Amy's sister walked in on them. "Sam!!", Amy squealed in horror when she saw her. Eighteen year old Samantha stood dumbfounded at the scene before her. Her little sister was buck naked on her bed, with her legs wrapped around the naked form of Louise Thompson. It was just like a picture from the sexy magazine that Amy had leant her a few weeks ago, and which she had been masturbating herself silly over ever since. Samantha could feel her panties getting wet as she slowly took in the sight. Louise had rolled off Amy, and now she had an unhindered view of both of their beautiful bodies. It was with some wariness that Samantha watched as Louise got to her feet and walked over to her, unashamed of her nakedness. Louise kissed her sweetly on the mouth, and took her by the hand and led her to the bed. As she sat on it, Amy's hands came from behind her and rested on her shoulders, while Louise pushed up her dress, her slender fingers and petite hands eliciting wonderous sensations from her inner thighs. Samantha felt herself relaxing, and allowed them to lower her back on the bed. Louise was feeling horny, having been interrupted by Samantha at just the wrong moment. This was the second time today she had been caught in a compromising position. Nevertheless, in spite her aching clitoris, Louise disciplined herself to go slowly as she pushed up Samantha's dress, and revealed her delicate pink lace panties. She didn't want to scare her. As she hooked her fingers into the them, she brought her nose down to the wet spot which spoke of Samantha's arousal. She smelt different from her sister. It fired Louise's lust. She wanted to plunge her tongue into that oiled haven, and lap Samantha's love juices, but she didn't want to go too fast. So, after removing her panties, she moved up the bed and gently caressed Samantha's breasts through her dress. Samantha closed her eyes and began to pant slightly. After raining kisses down Samantha's neck to the sweetheart cut neckline of her dress, Louise gently turned her over, so that they could get at the buttons down the back. Samantha allowed herself to be rolled over, and buried her face in the pillow as she felt their fingers nimbly unbutton her dress. She had to raise herself slightly to allow the dress to be pushed off her shoulders and down her arms. Before she knew it she was down to her bra. It was easier to keep her face buried than to acknowledge the fact that Louise Thompson had just unsnapped and removed her bra. In some way it made it less real, it made her less responsible, in spite of the fact that she had raised her body in co-operation. Samantha lay there as she enjoyed Louise's gentle caresses: stroking her back; massaging her neck; and kneading her bottom. Her breath caught as Louise's fingers swept round to brush the sides of her flattened breasts, or descended to the back of her thighs. Louise luxuriated in the smooth silken texture of Samantha's back and bottom. She was very beautiful. As she caressed the back of her thighs she let her thumbs slip around to the inside Samantha's legs. She thrilled to hear her moan softly, and to see her helplessly part her legs a fraction. Louise noticed that Amy was pulling on her own nipples as she watched her sister being aroused. "Don't you want to help?", Louise asked her. "No thanks, she's my sister. It wouldn't be right", Amy declined. Louise smiled understandingly at Amy, and then concentrated as she moved her thumbs inexorably up the inside of Samantha's thighs. Samantha's legs parted at the pressure. Her whole body tautened with shock as she felt another girl's thumbs touch her puffy labia for the first time. Before she knew it Louise's fingers had moved on to her buttocks and back, and then back down the backs of her legs to the back of her knees. Then Louise's thumbs made that slow journey up the inside of her thighs again. Samantha held her breath in anticipation, her pussy juices flowing so freely as to leave a small stain on Amy's duvet. She gasped as Louise's touch reached her moistened pussy lips, and couldn't prevent thrusting her bottom up slightly to prolong the touch. Louise's hands however all too soon continued on their cycle. By the time they next began their upward journey Samantha's legs were well parted, and Louise had a good view of her passion swollen pussy. This time Louise's hands dwelt longer at Samantha's well of pleasure; parting her labia to reveal her juicy tunnel, and flicking her clitoris as she lifted her bottom from the bed. Samantha and Amy were both moaning. At the end of the next cycle of caresses, Louise pushed two fingers into Samantha's virgin cunt. Louise was delighted to feel the tight wet flesh clasp her fingers, and she used her free hand to frig her own pussy. Amy was hotly masturbating as well. The soft moans of all three of them mingled as the room filled with the scent of teenage love juices. Samantha and Louise both came at practically the same time, and Amy followed a few moments later. Samantha and Amy then ganged up to drive Louise to an amazing cataclysm with their feminine caresses and their silken tongues. Louise would have savoured it even more if she had realised that it was the last time she was to climax for days. It was late by that time, so Samantha and Louise left to sleep in their rooms, while Amy dropped off to sleep on her pussy scented sheets. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.