Lesbian Education

The break gong sounded for the second time and drove the students of the Käthe-Günther-Gymnasium back to their classrooms. The first break was over. Loud whisper echoed in the aisles of the school and students flared up and were joking. However, a student didn't notice all of this.

Vanessa was on her back. Her body still smelled of sex and little sweat beads emerged on her nipples. The student wriggled in the bonds that the professor had put on her at the beginning of this game. Her thighs and calves had been tied together with thick ropes, so that her strong legs had become helpless stumps that she could only open or close.

The girl was lying on a bedside in the high school medical room. Her hands were tied to the grille of the bed over her head. Her eyes were closed with a bandage, while a red gag ball looked out between her lips. Her bare, lush breasts looked like two small cakes on her somewhat chubby body, each crowned by a cherry.

All in all, the 18-year-old student gave a damn sharp picture. Delivered helplessly in her school, she had been there for an hour and almost passed away with lust. The professor's seed dripped from its damp, freshly shaved column, which longingly looked for an intruder but did not come.

To Vanessa's sorrow, the man hadn't even given her a first climax. He had just led her into this room in her free hour. She undressed and healed, tied up and fucked.

When he was finished, he hadn't untied her, but instead introduced her a vibrator egg into her anus, which was damp from the common juices. Now she felt it in her buttocks. She felt the egg as it moved in her. She felt the pressure in her intestine that wanted to get rid of the intruder. But she didn't dare to press. The fear was too great that, in front of the professor's eyes, it could not only make it easier for the egg.

Vanessa did not know that the professor was by no means the only one who could now observe her in her situation. While hearing the professor leave the room some time ago, she knew nothing of the three webcams he built in the room. He had connected her to the school network, and anyone who knew what to look for and knew the password could now see Vanessa, how she writhed under the vibrations in her tight intestine.

One of them was Ms. Kampe, the principal of the high school. She was sitting at her desk enjoying the picture of the chubby girl as helpless in her school. The rector was closely associated with the professor, since she had brought him to school. She knew his perverse tendencies and had been a victim of his games for a long time. Now she was allowed to play.

Ms. Kampe enjoyed the sight of her student. She enjoyed her humble submission. So many students lacked any respect for her and over the years as a teacher she had shed many secret tears. Thanks to Martin's Schönbaum's talent to manipulate women, she now had the opportunity to at least live out her long suppressed sexual tendencies.

The rector had opened her thighs and stroked her column. She wore Vanessa's panties, which her beautiful tree had given the day before. Her finger played with the bud through the thin fabric and her moist vulva watered him with her own pleasure juice. She knew that she was not yet allowed to go to the girl who would have preferred to humiliate her immediately. It was Friday and the school only ended at 4 p.m. Then when everyone else left, she would go to the small room, where Martin Schönbaum had put together such a delightful gift for her.

She gasped and pressed her finger deeper through the fabric into her wet ford. Smoked faster and faster while watching the girl's restless twitch on her monitor. Yes, she wanted to come, wanted to reach her well-deserved climax, but she wasn't allowed to. She was not allowed to do anything she wanted at that moment. Not yet.

***

The door opened. Vanessa awoke from her slumbering trance. Her body twitched. Half out of fright, half out of a primitive reflex. How much time had passed? Minutes? Hour? She didn't know. Had she ignored a ringing? The professor had said that he cares that no one will miss her at school today. Was the school already out? Uncertainty and disorientation crawled through her body, which was in a kind of torture shock.

She heard footsteps. Who was there? She sincerely hoped that it was Martin, the professor who was also her lover. She didn't dare imagine what would happen if someone else found her like that. Why had he left her here so tied up. She knew the crazy ideas of her older lover. She knew he was going to do anything with her when he had soldered her here in her free hour.

The professor had already told her that she should tell her parents a story for this weekend that she stayed with a friend. She had even given them a phone number that he had previously given her. Vanessa didn't know whose number it was. She only knew that her alleged girlfriend could be reached there. A friend she didn't have.

She heard footsteps on the PVC floor. Shot in the darkness, she could only hear what was there, because she was deprived of her sense of sight. To their shock, the steps did not sound like that of the professor. It sounded like the heels of high-heeled ankle boots. A shiver of fear ran through her, which united with her lust that had been going on for hours. She was afraid that someone else would see her like this. The professor had awakened her submissive lust, but only he really trusted him. Every stranger causes her discomfort.

Suddenly she felt a hand sliding over her thighs. It was a woman's tender fingers, Vanessa was sure of that. The chubby girl screamed desperately into her ball gag, while her hand slid further up to her wobbly stomach over her skin. She didn't want that. She wanted the stranger to leave her alone. Nevertheless, her helpless body reacted differently.

Her nipples became instantly hard when the strangers' fingertips caressed them. Her abdomen shrugged and she could literally feel the lust that dripped from her lap. Then she felt the breath on her neck, felt the scent of a strange woman as he penetrated her nostrils, which were twitching with tension. Foreign lips touched her cheeks and a wave of shame and lust washed her young body. Her little fat pads wobbled as she writhed in her merciless bonds.

"Hello Vanessa", the voice whispered her name. She knew the voice, but could not assign it to a student. She murmured unintelligible words in her gag while feeling a hand on her bare vulva.

"Do you like that? Do you feel horny? "Asked the stranger. She licked the student's earlobe. Her fingers circled the clit. "Do you want to come? Yes? Do you want to come through a woman's hands and like a little lesbian?"

Vanessa, who despite her experience with the gynecologist actually had no appeal to other women, shook her head desperately and brought meaningless sounds through the gag ball. She was horny, she wanted to come, but not so. Not in this degrading way. Nevertheless, her delivered body reacted. Vanessa's vulva dripped onto the bedside with a mixture of seeds and vaginal fluid, where a large stain of her juice had already formed.

"Too bad, but that doesn't matter, we still have time. A lot of time. After all, there will be friends, right?"

"Mhmmm?" It came over Vanessa's lips.

"Your parents know we're spending the weekend together, right?"

"Mhm!" Vanessa slowly realized that the stranger was the woman with whom she shared Martin. Had to share, it was probably better, because she only suspected that the pretty academic had other playmates besides her. She was the one whose fragrance she had smelled in his bed more than once when he brutally pressed her head into the pillow and fucked her from behind. It was she whose juice she had licked from his tail. Those whose black underwear was hidden in the cracks of his couch? Envy and hatred of the unknown mingled with their lust and feeling of complete humiliation when they were satisfied by their rival.

The fingers of the unknown wandered through their crevices to the rosette and felt their long fingernails move easily into the entrance so excited by the vibrator, as if they wanted to reflect his vibrations on them again. The woman succeeded in this inconspicuous torture with merciless skill. The girl shrugged and her tied legs shone like the wings of a plucked chicken.

"We will have a lot of fun, Vanessa. Because the master wants you to discover your bisexual streak. You should love your own gender as you love it. Or at least almost so much. You and me, we should become sisters. Sisters of pleasure. You want to be my dirty sister?"

"Ahmmmm!" The bound student gasped when a finger drilled through her rosette into her intestine and began to explore it. Slowly, with a high level of skill, the slender finger immersed itself in the narrow, hot hole of the helpless and finally reached the egg connected to the outside world by a cable.

With slight bumps, Vanessa's slender finger began to fuck. Again and again she introduced the finger lubricated by the girl's own juices into her intestine. It was a gentle but incredibly erotic feeling that even made her forget the school bell gong. Again and again the stranger kissed her nipple, licked her lips, and pushed her into her anus.

"Are you excited? Do you want to lick a woman's cunt? Do you long for it? Do you want to come through a woman? "Asked the stranger again and again and Vanessa shook her head every time. But her resistance was weaker the more time passed.

Her torture master seemed to have all the time in the world, kissing her skin, licking her cunt and gently fucking her after took hours in which she gave her only small breaks. However, the breaks were a gift from the devil, as they prevented the desired climax. Vanessa had never longed for this before. Martin, the master, as the woman called him, had forbidden her to satisfy herself last night. She had responded to this strange game and had not caressed between the thighs yesterday or this morning. She had thought Martin wanted to do it. Vanessa had not expected what she was experiencing from God.

"Do you want to lick a cunt? Yes? Do you want to come? ", The quietly sown questions kept rustling through her head. Her head shaking grew weaker and weaker until she finally signaled her task with a nod and surrendered completely to her lust.

***

Senior student Regina Kampe looked at the large monitor in her office. Again and again she fell on the clock, which passed so slowly. For hours she had been watching the game of the two students, which the professor had conjured up on her screen. Only a few rooms away she had to endure how the 18-year-old high school student Maria got so excited about her classmate, who was the same age. She could literally breathe the scent of the two girls.

The professor had promised her a gift. This drop was now turned into torture. The rector repeatedly stroked her vulva through the slip. The constant interruptions to which she was exposed in her managerial position prevented her fingers from playing again. So it was not just Vanessa who was withheld from her earned orgasm. Ms. Kampe also had to be patient. Did Martin plan it all the time?

Whenever one of her students entered the directorate, she now thought about how he would put her over the table and fuck her. She imagined how one of the pretty, tall boys grabbed her and pushed his young, unused masculinity into her moisture-dripping column. The rector would have given everything for it. She wanted it. She wanted a boy to climb and beam her. She wanted to feel young, male meat in her still tight teacher's pussy. She wanted it dirty, she wanted to be used, as the professor had done with her before. At the same time, she wanted to use it herself.

She imagined her irritably dressed students kneeling under her table and licking her. She thought of the patchy tongues that lay through her column and around her clit and showed her the respect she deserved.

She wanted to take her belt and punish this damn bitch from Maria. She was amazed at how the leather lay around the girl's slim, crisp ass and drew red stripes on her pale skin. She wanted to whip her soul out of her body because she was constantly so excited about the cameras. She wanted to subdue this fragile black-haired girl, as the professor had done with her.

Regina's bisexual streak was a product of Martin's upbringing. Or had he only awakened what was always in her? As a student, he had blackmailed her and made her compliant. She had had to lick the cunt of her own sister and mother, who had also gotten into the sexual catches of the then young man. She had had to seduce her best friend and then let Martin Schönbaum humiliate her.

She had suffered, but with every hour of suffering she had changed. She now knew the darkest abysses of desire. She knew the dark secrets of her soul. Unable to leave her eyes off the live images, she now went through the stages of submissive lust, which turned into a secret sadism.

Her eyes caught the clock again. 15:59. The rector remained rooted in her chair, which was already carrying a film of her own moisture. Outside, her secretary was already getting ready for the weekend. She saw her shut down her computer and activate the answering machine. Then it was finally there. The longed-for final gong. She still didn't dare to stand up. Nobody should address them. Nobody should interrupt them now. She watched Maria knelt between the student's open thighs and probably licked them.

The secretary said goodbye and then left school with the last students and teachers. The caretaker was sick today, so it was up to her to shut down the school. She quickly hurried to the gate and locked it from the inside. Now she could only go through the side door, which offered access to the building. Was she alone with the girls now? Was the professor still in the building? Probably. She had had to give him a second key, as well as the password for the school computer and the key for the student files. Would he watch her do what she did now?

With a sweaty hand and a damp column, she approached the school's hospital room. What would she expect? The desire raised her pulse. She wanted to abuse these students as the professor had abused her. She would take what she wanted, as he got from her. She opened the door and entered.