And from the other direction, moving gently up from my bare thighs, the stately blonde headmistress of the school was getting closer and closer to touching my little-girl cunt from behind and underneath.
“Spread your legs slightly wider, dear,” Miss Hellview suggested.
“Okay.”
They were definitely seducing me, as if there had ever been any doubt.
“So, how far did you go?” Ms. Dykstra wanted to know, her expert fingers keeping my attention riveted as they ever-so-slowly approached the tight slot of my asshole. “With that boy?”
“The usual, I guess,” I said. “We kissed and felt up each other, and it felt too good to stop him when he put his hands in my underpants. His fingers, I mean, in my…pussy. I have a hard time saying 'no' when I get all excited.”
“My God, you're so young, even now,” Ms. Dykstra. “How old were you then, with the boy?”
My heartbeat was racing with the excitement pounding through my veins.
Both women had decided to concentrate on squeezing my butt, vibrating it, which they did, even as Miss Hellview's fingers finally touched just the very outer edge of my wet pussy from behind and then retreated. As if it was an accident. A highly exciting accident, for me.
“Ummm, yes,” I let her know. “That was nice…”
And with a vibrating hand from each of them continuing to massage each cheek of my firm little ass, I finally began to noticeably squirm at their touches, at the lewd sensations coursing through me.
In fact, my very wet and slippery pussy was pulsating with its sex-radar for further activity. I was almost imperceptibly jerking my slim hips forward and back in a sexual rhythm, my semi-pumping motion pressing my swollen pubic mound directly down into the leather beneath me.
In effect, I was humping the couch!
“I guess I was 10 or so,” I told them. “One thing led to another. And I used my mouth on him, you know, sucking on his penis. When all that stuff came out, I tried to swallow it. But it got on my face and in my hair and even on my new clothes.”
Ms. Dykstra's hand stopped squeezing my butt for a moment.
“Emily, I admit, I'm shocked,” she said then. “You gave a boy a blow job when you were just a little 10- year-old? I can't believe it! Did your parents ever find out?”
I laughed nervously.
“God, no!” I told her, “On the way home, I had to rub dirt into the… cum stains spattered on my skirt and blouse, so it wouldn't look like cum. I was real scared about getting caught.”
“I'll bet,” she said, shaking her head. “Did you ever do it again?”
Here's where I acted embarrassed.
Ashamed, I guess. Though for some reason, I've never felt ashamed about the dirty sex stuff I've done. The dirty sex stuff I enjoy so much. I mean, I was lying there, bare-assed naked, while two older women gave me a clearly sexual massage, a massage obviously designed to get their tongues into my tight little underage cunt, and I was looking forward to it.
I really was a terrible little girl, apparently.
“I did it a bunch,” I said contritely. “Sucking him until he, you know, came. I got so I could swallow all of it. And I really liked using my mouth. It's fun for me.”
“You're certainly an interesting student,” Miss Hellview observed. “For such a young girl.”
I laughed nervously.
“It's like I'm seriously oversexed or something,” I told her honestly. “I get sexually excited so easy.”
“Have you ever licked another girl's pussy?” Ms. Dykstra asked then, using my own word back at me. Pussy. “Ever?”
That gave me a weird tingle in all the right places.
“No, I've just been with boys,” I lied. “I think it'd be fun, though. Using my mouth like that. Actually, I know I'd do it if I had the chance. And I'm sure I'd know exactly how to lick another girl's clit.”
As soon as I said it, both their vibrating hands got a little tighter on my butt, their fingers gently, almost sneakily, spreading the rubbery cheeks of my ass apart to get at my fun parts. To better see them, I guess. But which also sent little darts of pleasure into my asshole and my pussy, the way it caused them to open slightly.
“Ummmm,” I murmured again, uncertain how to respond. “Oh, I like it when you do that, pulling open my butt!”
And in response, both Miss Hellview and Ms. Dykstra began even more enthusiastically squeezing and massaging and separating the firm cheeks of my bare butt, until I was panting with the sensation.
“It feels so good,” I breathed. “Uhhhhh, keep doing it!”
“I knew you'd like it,” Ms. Dykstra said.
I was getting lost in the sensations of their warm, squeezing hands, of their probing fingers, of the electric vibrations coursing through everything of mine south of the border, so to speak, front and back.
“You have such a cute little butt!” Ms. Dykstra said, her voice finally thick with undisguised lust. “Let's see if you like this — ”
And she finally slipped a vibrating finger all the way into my asshole, like Miss Hellview had done earlier in her office without the vibrator, pushing it in slowly as the tight little muscles within me wetly gripped at it. When I gasped with a sharp cry at the exquisite sensation, my breath catching in my throat, she then easily found my much wetter pussy right below it with her other vibrating fingers.
“Ohhhhh God!” I groaned, my hips now jerking as I worked my pussy back against the motion of her fingers. All pretense was gone. This was about nothing except the indecent pleasure of illicit sex. “Make me come, Ms. Dykstra!”
I was now seriously fucking the leather couch, and her fingers!
A second later, Miss Hellview inserted her own two vibrating fingers into my slippery cunt as well, both she and my gym teacher exploring me simultaneously, deeply, the liquid sensation between my legs almost more than I could handle.
“Uhhh!” I groaned, squirming with pleasure so intense I was literally gasping for breath. “Yes, yes, yes! You're killing me! Uhhh, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! Uhhh! You're both making me come so good!”
And, of course, they were.
I came like a house on fire, my preteen pussy blossoming into what I could only describe as a nuclear event, explosions of shuddering pleasure filling my entire crotch and instantly reaching out to my tingling nipples and my spread-apart toes.
“I'm coming, I'm coming!” was all I could pant, squirming like a little snake. “It feels so fucking good!”
And then I shuddered one last time and went still, lying there panting and trembling and trying to recover. I felt their fingers slowly leave my pussy, a trail of oily wetness following so that I was lying facedown with my entire crotch soaking warmly in a puddle of my own lubrication.
“Emily, I want to lick you,” Ms. Dykstra suddenly offered breathlessly. “Let me suck your cunt until you come again.”
“Okay.”
“Turn your precious body over, dear,” Miss Hellview suggested, her vibrating fingers pulling gently at my bare thigh, encouraging me to roll over. “We both want to suck your cunt.”
“Okay.”
And I tried to sit up slightly, so I could roll over, but found myself so weak and shaky I had to grab Ms. Dykstra's arm. God, I was trembling wildly all over and I'd been right: there was no mistaking the giant wet spot I'd been lying in.
“Sorry about getting the couch so wet,” I managed.
“It's going to get a lot wetter,” she assured me.
As she helped pull me into an upright position, I reached out and squeezed one of my gym teacher's jiggling breasts through her tee-shirt. I marveled at the solid feel of it, at its fantastic solid weight, my fingertips going right to her rubbery nipple.
It stiffened even more at my touch.
“This is going to be fun,” Ms. Dykstra said, shivering.
“Emily, you are an interesting little student,” Miss Hellview smiled brightly. “And you're about to become our
