Miss Abrahams' descent into depravity - Sex Stories

Miss Abrahams' descent into depravity

... sluts?" "Yeah," said Melanie, smiling. "I think I know someone who might well fit the bill, with a bit of grooming. Leave it with me, Greg." "So who've you got in mind?" Clare's curiosity had got the better of her before they'd cycled half-way home. Looking straight ahead, Melanie called out: "Miss Abrahams!" It was all Clare could do not to crash her bike into a tree. * * * * * Melanie knuckled down to some revision over the weekend, concentrating upon her chosen theme of medieval Japanese folklore. As well as preparing herself for the summer's college entrance examinations (now only six weeks away), she figured that it gave her a legitimate excuse to visit the Deputy Headmistress again. "Come in Melanie, how nice to see you." The welcome could not have been more cordial. Miss Abrahams looked positively blooming, clad in a remarkably-revealing low-cut summer blouse. Beneath the blouse, the teacher's ample breasts were emphasised by a black uplift bra. Melanie decided to avoid all references to vibrators and pussy frigging, as it was clear that the teacher had discovered the joys of masturbation. "It's about my summer entrance examinations for college, Miss Abrahams. I'm studying Japanese ciulture." "I know a little about it, dear. What seems to be the problem?" "Bukakke. I'm having a job getting my head round the idea." The teacher thought for a moment. "Bukakke? Oh yes. Primitive sexual rites involving several men err..." "... ejaculating on a naked woman lying on the ...

... ground." Melanie finished the sentence for her. Miss Abrahams blushed. "Err... yes. It's always struck me as being rather..." "Depraved?" "Exactly. I couldn't have put it better, Melanie." "Could be quite a turn-on for the woman, though, don't you think?" Considerably flushed, Miss Abrahams considered the question thoughtfully. Lustfully even. She idly stroked one hand across a breast to discover a hardened nipple. "I suppose so," was her half-hearted (and half-truthful) response. "May I tell you something in confidence, Miss Abrahams?" "Of course, my dear." "Purely in the interests of research, you understand, my friend Clare and I tried it last Friday." "Tried what, dear?" "Bukakke." "Really? Where was this, child?" "Randle's Wood." "With whom?" "Half the college football team!" "And?" "It was absolutely awesome!" "You don't say?" The Deputy Head leaned forwards eagerly in her chair as she sensed herself getting moist. She squeezed her thighs together excitedly. "And did they... you know... finish?" "You bet! There was simply bucket-loads of jizz. Everywhere. Me and Clare had a positive cum shower. I tell you, Miss Abrahams, it was brilliant!" In the ensuing silence, the two women separately considered the phrase 'cum shower'. The teacher again stroked her nipple - now more openly and provocatively. Melanie could see the hardened nipple. She decided (as she had done with the vibrator) that there was no point in beating about the bush, "How'd you feel about trying it?! "Trying ...