Betsy Goes to School - Sex Stories

Betsy Goes to School

... thought I might pull out a knife and start stabbing them. &#034Betsy,&#034 s****r Joanne said worriedly, sitting in her chair while I stood in front of her, &#034I'm really worried about you. You seem to be losing control of your arousal. It makes it harder for the girls around you to control themselves too.&#034 She looked at me in a squinty kind of way and said, &#034You do know about that right. s****r Mary said she thought you might be... unknowledgeable about your body.&#034 The way she said unknowledgeable made me think she meant to say slow. I wanted to cry because I really didn't know what she meant. I sobbed a little as I shook my head no. She sighed like s****r Beth does and said, &#034You know that your womanly juices have an odor right?&#034 I nodded yes, remembering how strong my room smelled. &#034It's meant to signal you are ready for a man to use your body, but it also causes the people around you to become aroused,&#034 s****r Joanne said patiently &#034It was ok in the ancient days when there were few people, but now you have to be considerate of those around you,&#034 She raised an eyebrow in point as she said, &#034When you become aroused in class, it makes the girls around you aroused.&#034 She tapped me between my breasts with a finger and said, &#034You are aroused right now Betsy, and it is making me aroused. I'm going to have to ask Mistress Angela to help me tonight, and she'll be disappointed in my lack of control.&#034 I started crying softly, ...

... mortified that I had caused so much trouble. &#034I'm s-sorry s****r, s****r Beth is... is helping me,&#034 I sobbed. She blinked in surprise, then said, &#034She is,&#034 then she got an exasperated look before saying &#034she should have told me, I would have made some arrangements to make things easier for you,&#034 she shook her head and said, &#034I'm sorry dear, I'll speak with her and find out what she wants to do. If anyone can help you she can,&#034 she looked severe as she said, &#034as long as you do what she says.&#034 I nodded agreement a dozen times, giving her a hopeful smile, so she kind of laughed and said, &#034Very well, you're such a sweet girl Betsy. Go on now.&#034 s****r Beth was waiting with Head Mistress Angela when I got to her office. I gasped in fear, afraid they were going to kick me out, or maybe even send me to a mental hospital. When a tear dripped down my chin, Mistress Angela stepped over and hugged me tight. I really should be locked up. Mistress Angela was old, probably forty, but she was very pretty, even if she looked very severe most of the time. But... she had really large breasts, and when she hugged me, my face kind of... touched them. I held back the moan of arousal through the grace of god. &#034There, there sweet c***d, nothing is wrong,&#034 she stroked my hair as my face pressed into her habit, mooshing down into her surprisingly firm breasts. Please help me Jesus, give me strength I thought as I opened my mouth to breath quietly. ...