by Writing Shark
Feeding the wolf
Sarah Laval also cuts across the lawn on her way to the teaching building. She is also class president but her confidence comes from being under the protection of Professor John Clark. Her wet cunt itches at the very idea of the professor’s dick and the only fear she feels is that she has not done her job satisfactorily. The professor has already written to her that at the end of each week on Sunday he will analyze her videos and work out a program for her on how to improve her performance in front of the camera. He personally will show her the things she needs to do and Sarah wants to finger fuck herself here and now on the lawn until she comes screaming. But John has told her specifically to be careful and to focus only on one target. Amelia Wilson.
Astonished, but also reassured, she realizes that she doesn’t mind at all to show herself naked and perverted in front of the professor. She should scream with shame and horror, but she does so with pleasure and joy. Of course she is aware that everything she has experienced, said and done in the last few days is deeply reprehensible, but the satisfaction of finally having found someone who gives her clear rules and guidelines is greater. And the sex is awesome. Nothing compared to what the inexperienced girl can do with her own fingers. Professor Clark is in a different league and the fear of disappointing him is like an aphrodisiac for the young girl. It should also scare her that she doesn’t know what Professor Clark has in store for her, but he has fucked those worries away. It is so easy with him and yet so rewarding.
Once in class, Sarah takes her seat and waits patiently for her teacher and lover. She is surrounded by her friends, who still don’t understand why the usually diligent student now always takes so much time in the morning. That Amelia is also not yet in class doesn’t make things any better.
“You’re late every day,” Isabella scolds her in an uncharacteristically stern voice, looking at the clock on the wall.
“What do you do all the time?” wants to know Riley curiously but Sarah just shrugs. She hates to lie to her best friends but the professor has become more important to her. The girls can’t give her what he can. But maybe she can show them what makes her life so special. She takes it upon herself to ask the professor for permission.
“It’s okay,” she says simply. “I’ve relaxed some more. The professor has no problem with that.” Her words make it clear that she has a special relationship with him, and Sarah sees with satisfaction that the others are envious.
“But what about Amelia? She wanted to check on you.” Riley doesn’t let up.
“Amelia’s fine, too.” Sarah decides to take it a step further. If she overdoes it the professor can happily ‘punish’ her. “We are the class representatives. We have special rights.”
“I don’t know you like that,” Isabella mumbles, looking dismayed. The conversation is abruptly disrupted as the professor enters the class with his appendage. His firm voice instantly silences the girls. The man sits down behind his desk while they wait quietly and Miss Combton spreads his things out before him. The trainee teacher’s skirt is daring by Hayworth standards and her blouse is also open a button. John – as Sarah may now call him – looks at the empty seat at the very front, notices Amelia’s absence, and smiles. A smile that everyone sees but has a very special meaning for Sarah.
“Good, good,” the teacher says as if he just wants to start the day, but for a second his cold eyes are only on Sarah and she has to control herself not to dip her hands between her thighs.
In fact, the Professor’s classes have become quite normal. The students often speak up, often give correct, sometimes wrong answers, the teacher in front corrects, teaches and sometimes shows parallels to the real world. Whenever he talks about life outside of Hayworth, Sarah’s pussy twitches when she thinks about being the only student who has the luxury of being prepared by him. She lets her eyes wander and looks at all these intelligent girls who are thrown into the meat grinder completely unprepared with all their knowledge, good credentials and trained behavior patterns. Sarah has accepted that her body can take her just as far as her brain, especially if she uses it properly. And learning to do that is her goal. To please the professor by doing so. When she leaves this school, she will have done unspeakably bad things like pleasuring herself in front of a camera, but the job she can choose with her grades will be much easier to get through John Clark.
Then, in the middle of lessons on why Cesar was able to gain power in a powerful but internally rotten democracy, the door to the classroom quietly opens. It can only be Amelia, mainly because anyone else would have knocked. As class president, she shares the privilege alone with Sarah and the professor. Even Miss Combton has to be asked into the room when she has fetched Mister Clark a coffee.
“I apologize for being late,” Amelia murmurs with red cheeks as she steps into the room and waits for the teacher to look at her. No one has ever dared to interrupt him before.
“Why are you late Miss Wilson?” asks John without looking at her, noting the place in the book where he was. Sarah almost feels sorry for the girl who almost faints, but then their eyes meet and Amelia pleads for assistance without words.
“It was my fault professor,” Sarah says loudly and stands up. Beside her, Isabella flinches and even Riley looks to the side as the professor turns his head. “I thought I forgot my homework in my room and Amelia took care of it.”
“And did you forget your homework?” the teacher asks, smiling slightly. Sarah blushes as well.
“N-no. I did your assignments as instructed. Amelia was just curious and I figured I could help her.” Being so open in front of all the students with her teacher about her private assignments tickles Sarah between the legs but Amelia wants to die. She still stands openly in front of the class, waiting for permission to sit down.
“Exemplary Sarah,” the man nods. “Amelia, you can sit down.”
“Thank you, Professor.” The girl scurries toward her seat.
“But you’re late.” A murmur goes through the class. The first real punishment. Sarah isn’t the only one sickly excited to see what happens to the fallen student who stumbles and has to hold onto a bench to keep from falling.
“I apologize.”
“That isn’t enough Amelia. You’re a leader, just like Sarah. You both have to be a role model. I’ll refrain from reporting you since you did it for another student but as a leader, you will be in charge.”
“Yes Professor.” Amelia is as white as a sheet but doesn’t dare contradict further. Then Sarah flinches, but out of excitement when she hears her name.
“And you Sarah, join me after class as well. You can help me instruct your friend in the duties that come with your status here.”
“Yes professor,” Sarah says loudly and sees the almost panicked look Amelia gives her. Then the professor continues with his lesson and Sarah’s friends watch her as she and Amelia exchange glances. They don’t understand why Amelia, despite all the trouble she’s gotten into because of Sarah, still smiles weakly at the girl.
“Amelia? Amelia! Are you dreaming?” The older teacher looks condescendingly at the girl who only now turns her head away from the window.
“I apologize,” she mutters.
“And sit up straight” the woman still demands. “Who taught you to behave like that?” Amelia shakes her head and clears her throat.
“No one.” She hopes that her teacher will be satisfied with this answer, but the gray-haired woman has already used up her ten seconds of attention for Amelia and turned to the class. But there is still the obligatory entry in the class book, after all, the model student is supposed to become a leader one day. While the other students watch pityingly as Amelia’s name is entered, their thoughts are already wandering again into the far distance. The day creeps unspeakably slowly towards a goal the girl does not know. Her heart beats faster than usual and her fingertips tingle at the thought of being called to the professor’s office. He does not dwell on entries in the class register but seeks direct conversation, a tactic that is much more effective. Amelia is scared, very scared. But that’s just a realization crouching somewhere hidden in her consciousness. The real whirlwind is triggered by the images in her head, Sarah, and her words. What will the professor do when she is with him? Has she already lost her chance to have Sarah bring her and John – no, Professor Clark, she can’t call him by name yet – together? She wanted it so much but now it might be too late.
After Sarah left her room, Amelia couldn’t move for a long time. She was so shocked that only the second ring of the bell woke her from her dreams. It is these dreams that now make her look out of the window, only seconds after she has been warned. Like almost every girl from eighteen on, Amelia has already dealt with sexual intercourse but what she has seen from Sarah has shocked her to the core. Amelia does not consider herself a prude, but she knows that she is not very experienced in this field. Since she doesn’t like this, she once watched a dirty movie, but stopped after the third scene because she didn’t feel comfortable seeing and hearing a woman in such positions and with such words. But Sarah seems to come out of her shell during this humiliating fuss, to blossom and it also seems to be fun for her. Amelia doesn’t understand it. Masturbation she knows and it feels good, but it is nothing to the intensity with which Sarah Laval had inserted her fingers inside herself. After all, she almost rammed her fingers into her vagina, she thinks to herself, looking up at the clouds in the sky. The class blurs into background noise while thoughts chase each other in her head. The whole class she doesn’t write down a single word, looking out the window with images of naked girls in her head, rivalries, fears and, of course, the professor. Amelia knows that it is he who is causing these changes in her and as a strong, independent woman she should be outraged at what he is doing to her against her will.
But actually he does nothing. He is just being himself and it is unfair to judge him for that. You don’t do that in the society she wants to live in. And even though she has seen Sarah as a bitter rival for grades most of the time at this school, she respects the girl so much that she notices how content she looks. The thought of the student Amelia watched masturbate this morning pulls her away from the window and makes her turn to face her. Sarah sits behind her with her friends and behaves normally. Concentrating, she writes in her notebook, sometimes talking briefly and quietly to Riley or Isabella, and then continues working. Finally, she feels the eyes on her and looks down at Amelia who flinches as a broad smile spreads across Sarah’s face while she waves at Amelia. Then she winks cheekily, making the girl blush.
“Miss Wilson!” her teacher’s voice booms through the class. She stands in front of the girl’s row of seats, hands on hips, glaring angrily at her. “That’s the second time today!”
“E-Excuse me,” the girl mutters again but this time it’s not enough.
“Off to the principal’s office.” Amelia wants to disagree but doesn’t dare. An independent, strong young woman, she thinks to herself, feeling useless.
“It was my fault” the class suddenly hears and everyone turns to Sarah. She has stood up and is looking at the teacher with a steady gaze. “I took Amelia out of concentration this morning and I am responsible for her behavior.”
“And how did you do that?” The lady is snippy but also skeptical about the behavior her students now often exhibit. It used to be easy to discipline someone. Now, with the professor…
“I can’t say that.” Still, Sarah’s voice is firm. “It has to do with Professor Clark. His rules…”
“Of course” interrupts the woman whose world has also been changed by the professor. “The newcomer again.” The class freezes as they realize how angry the teacher is with the man. “Then let him worry about his mistakes.” The woman snaps her fingers and points at Amelia and Sarah. “Both of you. Off to Mister Clark!” Amelia should be scared to death, but she’s not. Surely the teacher thinks her punishment is effective but it only accomplishes the opposite. It hits Amelia like a shock for the second time. People think of her professor and class teacher as a strict person whom people are afraid of. This is true, but they do not understand in the least that he is not only that. For the others, the professor is nothing more than a means of disciplining their students. That he gives them something in return is unknown to them. And with this mistake, the old teacher manages to get Amelia on his side. As she and Sarah once again hurry through the empty corridors of the school, both girls have a smile on their lips. Amelia now understands why Sarah speaks of the professor in this way. He is not just a man or a teacher. He is strict, cold and demands a lot. But this quality has now saved Amelia from a visit to the principal. With Professor Clark, Amelia knows where she stands. She knows that he will listen to her, decide fairly, and above all, Amelia feels safe with him. He will punish her, she is sure, but he will not hurt her, as the older women love to do to bring the Hayworth angels into line.
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