Miss Hellview's private quarters were surprisingly plush, considering the starkness of her office.
A solid maple door at the back of her office led to a suite of beautifully appointed rooms where she lived, her large bedroom the focal point. A huge four-poster canopied bed occupied the far wall, matching dark cherry nightstands, a chest of drawers, an 8-foot armoire and a dressing table filling in the set.
It was all lushly carpeted in a deep burgundy weave.
“Bring your shorts and panties, dear,” Ms. Dykstra, my new best friend, had asked me. “And, by the way, I'll make certain you get a new school uniform as soon as we're done here.”
“Yes, ma'am. Thanks.”
It was still only late morning, just before noon, but as I picked up my things, Miss Hellview phoned down to excuse me from my next classes. Then, with me still wearing only my tee-shirt from gym class and my tennis shoes, she led Ms. Dykstra and I into her bedroom.
“Let's use the settee,” she suggested.
And pointed to a sort of brown leather-upholstered chaise lounge. I'd never heard of a settee, but it was a narrow antique-looking couch with only one gently curved plush arm at the far end and no back. It was more like something you'd lie propped-up on to watch TV instead of sitting up straight.
“Just throw your gym shorts and panties on the bed.”
“Okay.”
Then she turned on two small lamps and had Ms. Dykstra pull closed the heavy drapes, putting the room into near darkness.
“Let's get that mango lotion off of your perfect little bottom,” she suggested, and used a fluffy white face towel to wipe it mostly off my bare butt. “No sense getting it on the furniture.”
And then she brought out two battery-operated massagers, each one chrome and serious-looking, the professional kind that was held on the back of your hand with a little leather strap. This was so that your hand itself, and all your fingers, vibrated.
“Are you both going to give me a massage?” I asked, pure innocence in my voice and wide blue eyes, but dirty certainty and a quick stab of keen anticipation between my legs.
“A special massage,” she told me. “Just stretch out flat, on your front. Now, don't be modest. We're all just girls here.”
And she and Ms. Dykstra helped me out of my gym tee-shirt and took off my tennis shoes so I was entirely naked. Then they made me lie face down on the brown leather chaise, the thing long enough to easily handle my little 4'8” frame, with plenty of room still for my bare feet near the bottom.
“You have such beautiful skin,” Miss Hellview commented.
While they'd undressed me, I was fully aware of the way their appreciative eyes took in my skinny nakedness-their covert glances at my newly formed breasts and darkly pink nipples, and especially at the fine wisps of pubic hair on my sweet little 11-year-old cunt.
“I see you're developing very nicely from a mere girl into a very sexy young woman,” Miss Hellview observed. “In a very short time, your burgeoning young breasts are going to be fabulous.”
I didn't know what 'burgeoning' meant, but it sounded like a good thing. Also, we hadn't even started and they were both already breathing somewhat erratically. Of course, so was I.
The lewd anticipation of their hands eventually vibrating on my pussy, of their nimble fingers finding and enclosing my sure-to-be tingling clit until I had an orgasm (or ten!), sent a shock wave of pure electricity straight to my always-alert-for-fun crotch!
Still dressed, they each knelt on the carpet, one on each side of me as I reclined on the settee, face down, and Miss Hellview said, “Emily, this is just to get you completely relaxed, so do exactly that: relax.”
And she turned on her massager, the sound followed a quick moment later by the second one, on Ms. Dykstra's hand. The matching hummmmm's they made sent another little shiver of excitement through me-excitement that increased tremendously when they both pressed their vibrating hands to my young flesh and gently but firmly started massaging my bare lower back.
“Oh, God…” I murmured, my eyes half-closing. “That's amazing!”
“It'll get better,” Ms. Dykstra promised. “We just want you lie there and enjoy every bit of it…”
I sort of nodded agreement, my back and more than one highly sensitive part of my front alive with the vibrating sensation. God, my already excited nipples had hardened even more at their first touch with the massagers, puckering into sweet high-sensitivity mode, and now my pussy was so filled with slick wetness I was suddenly afraid of making a big wet spot on the couch.
“Miss Hellview, I don't want to get your, uh, settee wet-”
“It's leather, dear,” she crooned. “Don't give it a thought.”
Of course, I realized then, many other young students had certainly spent time on this leather couch-like piece of furniture, face down or face up. So leaving a big wet spot on it was expected.
“Okay.”
By then, their warm vibrating 'magic hands' were moving up and down my narrow bare back, and as their fingers pressed into me, I could feel my breathing becoming gradually more ragged. And, of course, my young breasts had firmed up even more, noticeably so.
“Ohhh, I really like it!” I said, and sort of jerked, with a little moan and an involuntary shudder thrown in, like, “Uhhhh!”
I had my face to the side, pressed into the soft brown leather toward my gym teacher, and I could tell she'd taken her whistle and her bra off at some point. Like I'd said, she was tall and rangy, but she had nice-sized breasts, from what I could tell, under her white tee-shirt. And her nipples were so dark and large (and stiff with excitement!) they were just about poking through the lightweight fabric.
When I moved my eyes up slightly, I realized she was looking at my face and could tell I'd been studying her boobs. I gave her an awkward little smile, and she actually smiled back, surprising me.
I'd had the impression no one in the entire school had ever seen her really smile.
“This feels so unbelievable,” I murmured. “You're both being so sweet to me…”
She smiled at me again, her gray eyes brighter and her face far prettier than I'd seen it so far.
“Emily, have you ever been with a boy?” she wanted to know. “Or are you still too young?”
This was going to be tricky, I could tell.
Her vibrating hand had made its way back down my slender lower back and was now massaging the spot right where the bare crack of my butt started. She stayed there, her fingers just touching at the beginning of that fleshly little cleft, all the while Miss Hellview's vibrating fingers starting to gently knead the backs of my slender bare thighs.
It was a good combination, I had to admit.
“Just one boy,” I finally answered hesitantly, with a little shrug. That shrug thing was becoming my noncommittal answer to questions I didn't want to expand upon. “He was older than me.”
I'll say.
“Really?” Miss Hellview said. “How much older?”
I shrugged again, as if the age-difference was minimal.
“He was a few grades older,” I admitted. “He was old enough to drive, so we'd make out every chance we could, in the back seat.”
By then, one of Ms. Dykstra's vibrating fingers repeatedly ventured into my crack, sliding into it and caressing the entire smooth cleft that led down between the rubbery cheeks of my butt. The sensation verged on the semi-delicious as her fingertip, each time, almost but not quite touched at my sensitive little asshole.
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 favorite teacher's pet, actually.”
I smiled back, my voice as shaky as hers. “I'd like that.”
Of course, I would.