I was walking home from a party, soaking wet from the rain and so drunk I could hardly see ten feet in front of me. A few blocks from home, a car pulled up. The window rolled down and I saw one of the teachers from our school, Mrs. Riley, inside.

"You poor dear, get in. I’ll take you home." I got in and she drove away. I tried to surreptitiously wipe a tear from my eye, but she noticed.

"What’s wrong?"

I sighed. "I had a fight with my boyfriend. He was drunk and flirting with some slut of a cheerleader."

"You poor thing"

"Thanks.” I turned and smiled at her. “But I'm okay now."

She pulled up outside her house. I looked at her, but she just smiled and said I couldn’t go home soaking wet and freezing cold as I’d catch a chill. Once inside, she lit a fire and told me to sit by it and warm up, handing me a heavy woolen blanket before going to her kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with two cups of hot chocolate. We sat by the fire, and I kept telling her about the fight I had, and confessing we broke up.

She leaned in and gave me a much-needed hug. When she let go, her shirt was soaked from mine, “Oh darn,” she started to undo her blouse saying, “I’ll just let it dry by the fire.”

I tried not to stare as she worked her way down her blouse, unbuttoning one button after another, but her beautiful D cups kept catching my eye as she removed her top, 

“It’s ok for you to let your clothes dry as well.”

I wrapped the blanket around me and removed my top and skirt. I spread them out on the rack by the fire, knowing parts of me were peeking out. I blushed and sat back down. She told me to relax. “We’re just girls just talking, and besides, you have such a cute figure.”

I blushed even more. “Thank you.”

We continued talking, and her fingers started playing with my hair. I gave an unconscious sigh and squirmed. It felt good. Not much longer after that, she put her fingers under my chin and turned my head to face her and kissed me. It was just a peck on the lips to see my reaction.

I confessed, “I’ve never kissed a girl before, but that was much softer than kissing my boyfriend.”

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time her lips parted mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she softly kissed me. I felt the blanket slipping off my shoulders, our kiss becoming more passionate while her hand cupped my breast. I wanted her to stop but my body was not letting me. I felt my thong get damp as she pulled my nipple. She looked into my eyes. “Are you okay?”

I heard myself say “Don’t stop kissing me.” My hand moved to her back, fumbling with her bra, and letting out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

I look at her, embarrassed. “I’ve never tried taking a bra off someone else.”

She smiled. “Keep trying. You’ll get it.”  

I kissed her again, my two hands wrapped behind her back, finally unhooking her bra. I tugged it down, exposing her beautiful voluptuous breasts. Leaning down, I take her large nipple into my mouth, making her moan. Her hands tugged at me, pulling down my thong before sliding one of them between my legs. I felt her hand touching me, discovering how moist I was. Her finger ran along my labia.

“You’re so smooth and silky, I could kiss it.”

I looked deep into her eyes. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t stop.”

She kissed her way down my body. I felt her lips against my skin making my whole body tremble. Her erect nipples glided down my skin as she kissed and licked. She pulled my panties the rest of the way off and tossed them on the floor before spreading my legs and kissing my inner thighs.

“Oh my GOD, that feels so good.” 

My hand moved to her head, running my fingers through her salt and pepper hair. She slowly ran her tongue up my slit, sucking on my clit before licking it. My back arched in response while letting out a deep moan. I remember thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Her tongue moved faster. I felt fingers push inside of me. I pushed back into her hand, rolling my hips, fucking her hand and tongue. She reached up, grabbing my little tit and pinching the nipple while licking me with her tongue. My hand gripped her hair harder. I jerked on her face and exploded on her tongue, letting out a loud moan as my juices coated her face.

Trying to catch my breath, I looked at her and admitted that I’d never been given an orgasm by someone else before.

She stood up leaving me a mess on her sofa. “Wait,” I cried. “I’m not done learning yet.” 

I reached up and unbuttoned her pants.

“You don’t have to.”  

I didn’t reply, I just pulled down her pants and panties and had her straddle my face, doing what she did to me. First, I teased her labia before using my whole tongue to move up and down her slit. She began rocking her hips on me, while I swirled my tongue to her clit, flicking it and lapping up her juices.

Not wasting any time at all, she reached down, grabbed my hair, and pulled me into her. She rode my face until she exploded, covering my face in her cum, showering me while I drank as much as I could.

I just lay there, my face a mess when she climbed off me. Grabbing the blanket, she covered me up before heading upstairs to sleep. I lay there thinking about the lovely way the evening had turned out before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with her husband standing over me. The blanket had fallen off me during the night. I reached out my hand trying to find it while looking up at him. He was standing there with a clear bulge in his robe as he stared at my naked young body sprawled out before him.

His wife came down the stairs. “Keep it in your pants, dear”

She took my hand and led me upstairs to the shower. Removing her robe, she pulled me in with her. The hot water ran over our naked bodies. She washed my hair before washing my body, then I watched her wash herself. 

“All clean? Good. Now time to get dirty again.”

She put her hand between my legs and started to rub. Her palm cupped my pussy, feeling her fingers explore me again before pushing inside. I clutched at the shower rod, trying to keep my balance whilst moaning loudly.

“Did you like my husband looking at you?” She started to rub me faster. “Your slutty pussy is dripping at the thought of him seeing you naked.”

I couldn’t believe she was saying this. Had I upset her? Was she offended? Why did it make me so wet when she said I had a slutty pussy?

“Moan like the little slut you are, beg me to fuck you like a slut.” I said nothing. A few seconds later, she pulled her fingers out. 

“Why did you stop?” I gasped.

“I told you to beg, and you didn’t.”

I thought for a second before tentatively whispering “Please fuck me like the slut I am.” 

She smiled and kissed me, pushing her finger back in.

“Good girl.” She was fucking me harder. “You’re my little slut.” It wasn’t long before I came all over her hand.

She rinsed me and then turned off the shower. As she handed me a towel, I admitted, “I felt so naughty, I couldn’t believe I said that.”

I wrapped the towel around me as she led me to her bed where her husband was lying naked. She climbed onto the bed and started to suck him.

She looked up at me. “You can stay and watch or not. Your choice.”

I moved closer and sat on the bed. “That’s a good slut.” Reaching up, she pulled off my towel. “You don’t need that.” 

I watched her sucking his dick. He was much bigger than my boyfriend. I couldn’t believe she was able to take it all, hearing her gag as she sucked him. She looked at me “Be a good slut and beg to suck his dick.”

She reached up, grabbing my hair, pulling me onto his cock. “Good girl,” she cooed, pushing my head down, making me take much more than I ever had before. I couldn't help but gag whilst sucking his dick. I loved every second as we took turns sucking him. 

Looking up at him, I whispered, “Fuck me like the little slut I am.” Mrs. Riley sat up and laid my head on her lap, holding my hand as he positioned himself between my legs, pushing the tip of his cock inside me.

I felt like I was losing my virginity again, felt him stretch me as he pushed inside. Squeezing her hand, I felt the pain turn to pleasure as he moved slowly inside me. I let out a whimper which became a moan while he worked into me, stretching me like the slut I felt I was becoming. I leaned my head up, sucking her nipple as he thrust inside me. I could feel myself opening, accepting his huge cock in deeper but it wasn’t long before he pulled out and came all over my mound. “She was too tight to hold back.” was his excuse.

She went to her dresser and pulled out her dildo. She pushed it inside me to finish me off, making me get on all fours while he spanked me for being a tight little slut. She fucked me hard knowing I loved it and wanting to return the favor but keeping me denied.

“Please let me cum” 

“NO!!! don’t you dare.”

She pulled out the toy and went down to make breakfast, I followed her downstairs and got dressed, worried that I’d somehow upset her but still horny as fuck at not being allowed to cum. I walked to the door, but she stopped me. “Get in here and eat.”

I sat down and ate some breakfast as she slipped under the table and started licking through my thong, all the time telling me, “You’d better not cum.”

I couldn’t help myself. I screamed and came all over her face while begging, “Please forgive me.” She pulled me up and bent me over the table. Then she spanked me. My pussy was so wet that she spanked me harder. “You little slut. You’re not allowed to cum without permission.”

She got up and told me to stand, still trembling from the orgasm she forcefully pushed me over the table and tied me to the legs, lifted my skirt, and ripped off my thong.

Trembling in fear and more than a little aroused I looked and saw her husband watching as she stuffed the rag that was once my underwear into my mouth.

"I’ll teach you not to cum without permission.”

She went to the drawer and grabbed a wooden spoon, cupped and rubbed my ass cheek then smacked.

Once, twice, three times, over and over as my bare ass welted up. My eyes watering as she smacked me over and over until finally the spoon broke. I heard the pieces fall to the floor. Finally, it’s over, I thought.

She went back to the drawer and grabbed something else, slapping it in her hand.

“Do you want this?”

My mind screamed NO! My head shaking yes. “Yes please, Miss Riley,” muffled through the rag.

She started spanking again, my pussy dripping wet, I felt my juice running down my leg. Hoping I wouldn’t cum again, shocked at home much I loved this, I remembered how last night my boyfriend accused me of being “vanilla.”

I felt my ass getting red and burning. I was more turned on than ever, wanting to cum again but being denied.

 She untied me, stood me up, and kissed me.

“Do you want to come over again next weekend?”

I looked at her with tears in my eyes. Feeling myself drip down my legs. Finally stuttering, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ma’am?”

“Good Girl.”

I saw Mrs. Riley on and off all summer. She taught me all about being a submissive and invited me to join her at parties, introducing me to all sorts of new experiences. When school started I had her for English class. She would write “Good Girl” on my paper every time I got a good grade. She was the best teacher I ever had.