Betsy Goes to School - Sex Stories

Betsy Goes to School

... squeezed Mistress Angela's head really hard with my legs. But really, it wasn't my fault since all I could do was see weird colors and feel my body having some kind of seizure. It seems odd, but it all felt very good, even while I was horrified it was happening. I really did need help badly. I think Mistress Angela resuscitated me, because I came back to find her finger in my mouth. When I opened my eyes she was sitting with my head in her lap, her finger in my mouth. I recognized my womanly juices and was thankful she remembered to complete the ritual since I had totally forgotten it, along with pretty much everything else. When she took her finger out I asked her &#034Can you save me?&#034 dreading her answer, but knowing it had to be that I would go to an institution because she was afraid I might crush someone's head with my legs. &#034Yes sweet c***d,&#034 she said soothingly &#034we can. You are in really bad shape, but I cannot see sending such a sweet girl to an institutio... school,&#034 I sobbed in relief and thanked her a dozen times as she pulled me up. Holding me she said, &#034You need to lick your juices off my face now dear, we must finish what we start,&#034 Oh, I hadn't realized I had to do that, I felt like such an idiot. I leaned forward and began running my tongue along her face, licking my juices off her face. I was so angry with myself when I realized I was aroused again. Mistress Angela had just sacrificed so much for me, and I couldn't even be good ...

... for a half hour. When I was finished she leaned back to look at me. I was sitting kind of primly for someone with no top and a rumpled skirt, but I didn't want her to think I was slovenly just because my clothes were. &#034Judging by what just happened,&#034 Mistress said, &#034You have years... &#034she stressed years &#034of arousal built up inside you. Having you act as the husband now will show me if doing that will help you relieve some of the pressure,&#034 she sighed and looked kind of upset as she said, &#034otherwise the s****rs and your fellow students will have to do all the work,&#034 &#034Oh no Mistress,&#034 I said, &#034I'll do whatever I can.&#034 She nodded and said, &#034Well, I guess this is something I need to do,&#034 I think she really didn't like the idea of being the wife for me, but was doing it because she was such a caring person. I knew I had to put as much effort as she did into this or I would be the lowest of rotten people. &#034What do I need to do Mistress?&#034 She kind of grimaced, but said, &#034You'll need to do what I did to you. Kissing, some breast manipulation with hands and mouth, then use your hands and mouth on my vagina,&#034 I waited for more, but she just raised an eyebrow sort of impatiently, so I slid closer. I raised my hands, then kind of fluttered them around, not sure what to do next. Do I put them around her, on her shoulders, or even on her... breasts? &#034Come Betsy,&#034 she said impatiently &#034pretend you are a sex ...