overly hasty…”
I could tell Miss Hellview herself was studying me intently back there.
“Your…buttocks are slightly red in a few places, but seem unharmed,” she said somewhat stiffly. “In fact, they appear quite…healthy.”
Ms. Dykstra by then was breathing hard enough to make her voice shaky.
“Is this where it hurts?” she asked me.
And without any warning, I felt my gym teacher's hand suddenly fondle the left cheek of my bare ass. Almost lovingly. She did it in a way, actually, so that her fingertips were partly into the crack of my butt, giving my entire cheek a quick squeeze before she moved her hand over to my other bare cheek.
“Or over here?” she asked, throatily.
I gave her one of my little shrugs, openly unconcerned that the two older women were taking their time back there-not exactly what the rule-makers had in mind, probably, when they insisted a teacher or other adult be present.
“It doesn't hurt right there,” I said, yet still insisted, “But it does hurt. In general. Maybe go still lower.”
And as I stood balanced with both hands on the desk and my bare ass sticking out in the air, they both began to gently feel my butt, examining it, I'd say, as if looking for the elusive injury I'd claimed.
“That feels kind of nice,” I admitted, encouraging them. It did feel nice. In fact, my legs were beginning to tremble. “Maybe just rub it back there until it feels better, and then you can paddle me as much as you want…”
Talk about getting two older women excited, especially two women already busy fondling a half-naked little 5th-grader's bare ass.
“Tell us if it becomes…uncomfortable for you,” Miss Hellview breathed. It was obvious she was immensely enjoying the entire charade. “Let me get some lotion to use. To make it feel better.”
And while my gym teacher continued to gently rub and squeeze my bare butt, one rubbery cheek at a time, Miss Hellview went into her private bathroom and came quickly back out, apparently with some kind of lotion to use on me.
“This should make it hurt less,” she told me. “Ms. Dykstra, if I may…?”
Clearly meaning: move your hand and let me at her!
I'd closed my eyes while much of the fondling took place, but I opened them abruptly at the sudden tropical smell that reached my nostrils. I sniffed. Then smiled to myself. I recognized the mango-flavored lubrication she was using.
“Is that mango?” I asked, then made a soft little moaning sound in my throat when she began applying it to my butt, her fingers lightly kneading it into my flesh. “It smells so familiar…”
Miss Hellview stopped, obviously puzzled.
“It is a mango-scented lotion,” she told me, not mentioning that it really was a lubrication sold primarily for use during sex. “A skin lotion, actually. Like a moisturizer. Have you ever used it before?”
“It's embarrassing,” I said quietly. “Really embarrassing…”
Behind me, it was silent a long moment. I could picture Miss Hellview and Ms. Dykstra sharing a curious glance, wondering what juicy tidbit of confession I'd have for them now.
And I could tell I was rapidly becoming a favorite student of theirs, which was my intention all along, of course. I could see no other way to handle my time here at my new school. Not with Velda and her gang running loose.
In a dirty fight, fight dirty.
“Emily…” Ms. Dykstra took the lead. “You can tell us anything, and it'll be kept in strictest confidence. We're here to not only educate you, but also to help you in any way we can…”
“That's right, dear,” Miss Hellview picked it up from there. “We're not here to judge you, but rather to guide you through the sometimes troubling issues that adolescence often brings…”
“Well…”
Their eager hands had returned to my naked bottom as we'd talked, squeezing and rubbing it with the added pleasurable sensation of the warm and exceptionally slippery mango lubrication.
It was very much turning me on. Actually, I was worried my knees would suddenly buckle, I was trembling so much.
And speaking of my knees, I sort of glanced down between them, and discovered both women kneeling on the carpet behind me, Miss Hellview in her long black dress, Ms. Dykstra still in her gym uniform. They'd both kicked their shoes off and were more at less looking up my juicy pink cunt as they expertly massaged my 'injured' butt.
It must've been extremely obvious to them how slickly wet I was, and how sexually excited I was becoming. I could tell my bare inner thighs were already growing warmly damp with the subtle seepage of my natural juiciness.
“A girlfriend of mine stole a tube of that mango lotion from her mother's medicine cabinet,” I went on. “And gave it to me. It was so slippery, I used it on my…vagina, when I masturbated. Like, directly on my clitoris.”
Ms. Dykstra actually gasped behind me, then coughed long and theatrically until Miss Hellview had to thump her on the back. “I'm fine,” my gym teacher finally said to her. “Thanks, Christina.”
Miss Hellview then returned her full attention to me.
“Is the scent of it bringing back an odd memory?” she asked.
She hoped. But I merely shrugged again.
“Not odd-a good one,” I admitted. “I always came so hard using it. Just smelling it's getting me aroused. It makes me really want to masturbate. I'm sorry, sometimes I just can't help myself…”
I allowed myself the tiniest little sob, shaking my head.
And after only the briefest silence, Miss Hellview said, “Maybe we can help you in that way, Ms. Dykstra and I…if you'd let us.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of their help, then nodded as if giving in to a new temptation I simply wasn't strong enough to resist. Or maybe it was more like I didn't fully understand. Whatever.
“Help me masturbate, you mean…?” I asked uncertainly, as if debating the issue with myself. “Both of you?”
“We'd have to consider it something of a medical situation, actually,” Miss Hellview answered. “But I do have a couple of electric massagers in my private quarters, which might give you some very strong relief. Not that long ago, medical doctors used similar devices to relieve their female patients of the 'vapors,' which was really just the pent-up need for a very strong orgasm.”
“Huh.”
I'd heard of that, of course, from my own father, always eager to fill me in on every sexual oddity that he found amusing. Actual doctors, some decades ago, getting paid to vibrate their female patients into one orgasm after another.
What a racket. And what fun that must've been.
Anyway, Miss Hellview was still rubbing my slickened bare ass, her hand on one firm cheek and Ms. Dykstra's hand on the other, when one of her long fingers inadvertently slipped into the warm crevice between them: my butt crack. Her fingertip suddenly touched my slick, twitchy little asshole, just brushing it with the lightest pressure.
Which gave me a start, and a little jerk of my slim hips.
“Oh!” I gasped softly. “Sorry, I'm real sensitive back there. In my butthole.”
“I can tell,” she said. “But if you think it'd help, Ms. Dykstra and I'll excuse you from your next two classes and use the massagers on you-just until you get the obvious relief you need.”
And apparently to prove it, and emboldened by my apparent willingness to let them help, she slowly slid her long slim finger into my well-lubed asshole. She pushed it in just to the first knuckle or so, and then just as slowly began sliding it in and out. Miss Hellview was actually fingerfucking my little asshole!
I groaned softly at the throbbing feel of it, catching my breath and pushing my hips back at her slightly so that her finger probed into my tight anus even farther.
“Oh, God, Miss Hellview!” I moaned. “Your finger feels so good in my butt!”
At the same time, Ms. Dykstra finally took the hint and slid two of her fingers into my wet cunt from behind,
