by Writing Shark
A new dynamic at school
“Miss Hoover?”
What’s wrong with her she wonders. Why does she feel so good?
“Miss Hoover.”
Maybe it’s just temporary. Maybe she can still have her old life back.
My old life. I already think it’s over.
“Miss Hoover!” Grace looks up. She was dreaming. That’s new. But much of her life is new. New and exciting and scary and enticing.
“Yes?” Then she blinks and realizes which of the girls addressed her. How should she act now? “What’s the matter, Alice?” She knows that things have changed and as she looks at the girl she realizes that her student no longer sees her as a teacher but as something else. An unknown, strange feeling flows through her body, a tension emanating from the girl that Grace knows she must submit to.
James has ordered it and… It is clear to her. She does what James tells her. It feels good, right. The last two days have shown her that. Not just the sex. The certainty she feels when James gives her an order. The excited tingle when she submits to a girl much younger and prettier than she is. And the twitching in her always-wet cunt when she thinks of how warmth her fingers felt inside Alice. The mistress smiles knowingly and asks her question.
“I don’t understand why the slaves didn’t just rebel.” Grace knows that Alice is not concerned with this issue.
“Exactly,” Elise says smirking, confirming her suspicions. Grace can’t blame the girls. The power they have through James is immense and more liberating than any lesson about revolution or feminism Grace could give them.
“Because they had no power” the teacher answers truthfully. “Most of them knew it would be useless to fight back against the invaders.” She looks at the two girls. They have been given so much by James and yet they still go to school, pay attention, get good grades and try hard. Valerie, meanwhile, plays around on her cell phone. “And others even welcomed them” she admits to herself and the girls standing over her. “Some of them were happy to have the freedom taken away from them.”
“That’s disgusting,” another girl mutters, and Grace wonders what will have to happen for that girl to soon be working naked next to her in the kitchen of the Winters, too.
“For most, yes,” she concedes. “But we’re all human, are all different. Many hide behind an ideology or a group, a tribalism that should be a thing of the past. We are all different but what we all have in common…” She can’t believe she’s going against the curriculum, but she’s enjoyed more offensive things in the last two days than she has in years. “What many women have in common is that we all wish to have it easier in life. And when we think of slaves we should realize that it wasn’t always just one group of people who enslaved another. It always takes two people. One who offers leadership… and one who needs it.” Even Elise raises her eyebrows at this statement, but Grace only looks at Alice. Then she flinches as the bell rings.
Quickly, she dismisses the class. She still has an assignment ahead of her.
“Alice, Elise, will you two please stay? I want to discuss what you missed last week.”
“Yes Mrs. Hoover,” the girls smile.
“As if that would do anything with Elise” laughs Valerie but this time Elise doesn’t even pay attention to the doomed girl.
“Well that was brave of you Mrs. Hoover” grins Alice as the last student has left the room. She locks the door and the three women in the classroom.
“I guess it’s the truth” Grace mutters and drops to her knees in front of the teacher’s desk out of fast-learned habit. As Alice joins them, Elise is already hopping up on the teacher’s desk, pulling up her skirt and her panties to the side and spreading her legs while smiling to Grace. She gets into position and waits docile until Alice has sat down next to her half-sister and done likewise.
“Elise first” she orders and Grace nods. She tastes the forbidden vagina of Elise who begins to moan under her tongue. Alice takes her hand and Grace fingers the student.
“We should do this every break now.” Elise laughs, which then turns into a moan.
“You’re really good with your tongue, I must say,” Alice says, holding her teacher’s hand on her hot cunt “Have you had any experience with women?” Grace shakes her head, moving her tongue sideways over the skin of Elise.
“That’s going to change” Alice sighs and pulls the woman’s head between her thighs while Elise gets a her hand. Quickly Grace takes the opportunity to ask an urgent question.
“What should I do with my private life if…” Then her tongue penetrates her pupil and she only tastes Alice, feels Elise and almost loses herself in the forbidden game she is playing.
“That’s for my father to decide,” Alice says simply. But she is a good, kind girl. “For now, we’ll teach you what he wants you to be.”
“Fuck,” Elise moans, lifting her hips, her shoes crumpling the teacher’s papers on the table. “Just tell her to study some more and she’ll lick our brains out. Fuck Alice only your father licks better… God…” The young woman beams with pride while wettnes forms on her shin. Harold never praised her for her blowjobs and Alice knows what’s going on in her head.
A 20 year old girl knows me better than my own husband.
“You’ll be spending a lot of time with us, under and… ha… Elise you’re right. Your tongue… Find an excuse to come to our house for the next two weeks after school Mrs. Hoover. Daddy and mommy wants to train you.” Briefly Grace lifts her head from her pupil’s snatch and uses her other hand to continue pleasuring her other student.
“Thank you mistress Alice,” she says and the younger girl giggles.
“I like that. But ask my father if I am on the same level with him. He rules over all of us.”
“Yes m… Alice.” Grace rubs faster over the girl’s pink opening while feeling warm liquid flow over her other hand. “Thank you for taking me in. Thank you for deciding for me. And thank you…”
“It’s okay,” Alice says kindly, pushing her teacher back. Then she lies down wide-legged on the table on her belly and lifts her bum, her skirt sliding up. “But no more talking now. Elise, let me lick you and Grace sink her face between my legs.”
“Yes sister,” says Elise smiling.
“Yes Alice” Grace says submissively but Alice stops her.
“Have you ever given a rim job before?”
“Oh yes that sounds good” Elise gloats. “Let me try that too. I’m sure daddy will like it.”
“No Alice” Grace concedes, getting into position and looking at the girl’s tight puckering opening. “But I’m here to serve”. She smiles happily.
“You are.” Then Alice reaches into her hair from behind and Grace sees her world go dark and pleasant. Then her tongue penetrates the first asshole in her life.
There is no turning back from this. I belong to this family now. I am so happy.
Writing Shark 