The Head Master and Mistress Missy

It was Trudy's voice. Mainly by feel and touch. He slipped under the upraised covers. Trudy's soft, smooth naked body did not shrink away at all as he climbed over her. Her full, firm breasts dragged across his own chest without a hint of nipples. His thighs brushed over hers. Once past her he rolled onto his side, suddenly exhausted as adrenalin finally abandoned him. He felt Trudy's nakedness snuggled close to his back even while Missy's wiggled her own smaller body back against his front. Her tiny, round bottom snugged tight to him, his own still damp shaft finding a moist crack to settle into, his arm tugging her closer as it wrapped around her compact torso.

"You girls know the idea was for you to sleep in the spare room, right?"

"Right. And the rule was you can't touch us."

Honk.

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He woke up with a tiny smooth body pushed back against his front, spooning, his hand wrapped in two smaller ones, held to a flat chest. His bladder ached for attention. As he extracted his arm he heard an indecipherable murmur from under the blond hair, almost blue in the diffuse predawn light reflecting off the snow.

A soft hand from behind him traced a path along his flank, over one shoulder blade, massaged at the base of his neck. When he pushed himself up to slip out from between the two, the fingers curled and he felt four nails pressing into his skin.

They scraped down his back as he rose, the pressure only flirting with the line beyond which four long red scratches might show superficial damage to the skin. He heard Trudy's arm fall back to the bed as her nails trailed off near the top of his own ass.

In front of him, the tiny hands that had held his now pulled her pillow closer, tucked under her cheek. Missy's knees pulled up close when he tucked the lofty comforter in against the two girls where he had been, padded toward the hallway and much needed bathroom.

The piss took forever. It gave him a moment to think back on the last few whirlwind hours. A gust of wind pitched high outside, Nature's irony.

Until now, his biggest actual trespass of the sacred wall of teacher-student trust had been that too-brief kiss with an even younger Trudy, barely eighteen, a grief and fear fueled instant of passion. Thoughts, fantasies - of Trudy then, of her and others, including confident little Missy, since - didn't count as trespasses, no matter what Jimmy Carter says about it.

Finally drained, he shook off the last few drops, noticing he was starting to thicken as his sleepy body and reptile brain responded to his thoughts. He grinned at himself in the small mirror over the sink, rinsed his hands before splashing his face. Wet fingers combed back his hair; the grin grew.

The thrill of his violation rushed through him. He could be fired, blackballed from teaching. He had no savings or back-up plan. And none of that mattered a bit.

He had tasted something here, something forbidden and sweet. A hunger had been fed, validated but in no way sated. Now that an almost unacknowledged lock had been opened, he was unsure if he could allow it to be once again secured.

His night vision robbed by the bathroom light, he just noticed the closed bedroom door before he would have collided with it. Pulling up short, the rapid click of a stove pilot light made him start. After the round flame bloomed to life and was dialed down to a medium blue, Trudy turned to face him.

She had somehow found one of his white sleeveless undershirts. It fit her like a snug, almost translucent, scandalously short dress. Face unreadable in the poor lighting, he heard her voice, but only just. "Hi."

Silent, he let his hand drop from where it hovered, near the knob to the closed door.

"She sleeps like a hibernating log."

He stepped into the small kitchen, nearer to her. "I didn't know logs hibernated."

Dawn was beginning to brighten, or his yes to adjust. He could see a shyness, a doubt behind the challenge in her bright eyes.

"There's a lot you don't know."

His hands found her hips, enjoyed feeling his shirt over her skin, her near-naked availability, here in his home, his lair. "Like what?"

Her arms slipped over his shoulders, around his neck. "Do you know how long I've wanted to kiss you again?"

"To the day and hour." Her eyed scrunched up, she looked almost tearful at his response. "You're not the only one."

He leaned forward, down. His nose stroked along hers. She made a small, almost whimpering noise. Pulling back, she looked up at him. "Can I ask one thing?"

"Of course."

She hesitated. "Will you kiss me? Last time I kissed you."

He nodded, silent. One hand rose to stroke her silky brown hair back from the side of her face. It settled behind her head while the other arm slipped around her narrow waist. He pulled her close. Her full breasts pushed into his chest and up as she rose on her toes. His lips found hers.

Neither hurried this time. Soft nibbles lingered before lips parted wide enough for the first tentative tastings of either's tongue. She made a small, sweet, almost sub-audible gasp when the tip of his first flicked over her upper lip.

Another long minute passed before two tongues met. When they did, both held back, resisting the urge to devour the other. Her resistance crumbled first.

With a urgent whine her kiss grew frantic, fingers entwining his hair as her tongue mirrored the action with his own. Her body pressed hard against him and he responded immediately, pulling her tight to him, matching her sudden fire.

He pinned her against the counter, arching her back over it. Both hands released her, braced behind and to either side of her body on the faded Formica. Lower bodies grinding close, her closely wrapped arms held her lips to his.

His swelling, thickening continued. When her bare legs opened slightly in the course of their grinding, full body kiss, he sprang up between her thighs. It was the first direct contact between these particular parts since he had slipped out of her when the the power and lights went out. When she had whined a despairing "Nooo.." into the sudden dark.

Now she moaned a hungry, happy sound into his mouth. He stiffened, the head pushing deeper between her legs. They both felt the first small slip of his exploring flesh finding the beginning hints of her wetness. He pulled back enough to explore the spot again, find the wetness growing.

He whispered, lips against hers. "You want me inside you, little girl?"

She whined.

"You want me to cum inside of you?"

She whined louder, her hips twisting, thighs clenching around his shaft.

"Say it."

She whined again, lower body humping against him.

"Say it."

"Say what?" Her lips brushing his as she spoke sent a tingling down his spine.

"Tell me what you want." His tongue traced along the underside of her upper lip, puffy and swollen from their kisses.

"I want. I want you.."

He pulled back, slid one hand between them, used it to drag his head along her slick groove. "Go on. Tell me."

Her body shuddered. "I want you inside me."

"Good girl. That wasn't so difficult." His tip now slippery, he worked it through the tender, covering folds at the top of her opening. She moaned again. "Now tell me what you really want."

The moan changed to a whine. Her hips moved, encouraging the tip's touch. Hands grabbed into his hair, pulled his head back. Her face was fierce, flushed.

"Fuck me. Fuck me 'til you shoot your cum deep inside my fucking pussy." The words tumbled out rapid fire. "I want to feel your cum leak out of me, run down my thighs, all day today. Give..me..your..cum..dammit."

He pushed the head down until it slipped into the narrow, wet groove. His hips shoved her hard against the counter, forcing himself up and into her. Her hands abandoned his hair, arms wrapping him in close, crushing firm breasts between them.

Lips stayed close, parted, breathing each the other's breath, too distracted to kiss. The sound that escaped them belonged to neither one. It was a compound creation, both their cries blending into something unique, a resonant groaning chord of almost unbearable, overwhelmingly sudden sensation.

As good as it had felt to plunge into Trudy from behind at her friend's urgent demand, this was more. Much more. She wanted him, she wanted his cock, she wanted his cum. Her hunger for him fed the fire of his own deepest needs.

Bodies moved together to work him deeper. Her legs opened wider, thighs sliding up over his hips. Together still, they paused, panting. He was buried, all the way inside her; her legs wrapped tight to hold him there.

He could feel the wetness now spread to her thighs, down between her cheeks.. The wetness that Missy had been so eager to show off. That had begun making that wet distinctive sound the last time his balls had slapped against her.

"Don't hold back. Gimme. Gimme what I want."

He brought a hand up to her chest, still rising and falling with her breaths. He cupped one breast, appreciating the solid heft of it. Running a thumb over the slight rise at its center, he teased circles around it, feeling only the merest hint of a nipple through the thin cotton knit.

"No. Please. Give it to me." In creating enough space to properly enjoy her wonderful breast, he had pulled back perhaps a third of his length from where it had been, buried fully. Now her hips pushed in, humping, trying to retake the lost territory. "I want you deep. Please."

Fingers squeezed, catching the center of the tiny rise, not sure if they had the point they sought. Fingers rolled the tender flesh between them. He smiled as her hips faltered.

His knees bent, tipping his own hips a fraction more under hers. He held her, preventing her from pushing herself deeper onto him. This change in angle brought his now very sensitive head against her curving upper surface, where he imagined curling, massaging fingers would find a wet crinkling spot of extremely responsive Trudy.

This was a spot he had found brought the reaction he wanted, on more girls than not, after he was taught its importance by a neighbor, very hot, and concurrently divorcing. The lesson had not come when she'd taken his virginity, but during one of the too few follow ups that had followed.

Pumps, short and focused, worked his swollen ridge over the spot. Her eyes rolling back, lids fluttering, confirmed the location.

"Ah...ahh...ahahahah." Tiny grunts matched his pumping, massaging strokes.

"UHH!" Without warning, he shove deep, stretching open her surprised walls. Then returned the ridge to its focus.

"Ahahahah."

His hand left her breast, swept around to catch her as her back arched almost violently. He head rolled back, grinding side to side as the base of her skull massaged into her own upper shoulders, dark hair caught between. Her mouth hung open.

The tingling electricity ran down his own spine now, birthed at the base of his own skull, the crown of his own spine. His short quick deliberate strokes against her shortened even more.

A vibration against her secret spot, her crinkly tensioned tightness over-stimulating the sensitive flesh only partly protected by the swelling ridge of his head.

Her eyes were on him now. She saw the change, the effort it took to keep his own eyes from rolling back with his pleasure, with losing control. She knew and when she shoved her hips to him again, he slid deep. Together they forced open once more walls that had begun their own spasming, clenching effort to squeeze out the invader at the center of this climax.

"Grab my ass." Her voice was hoarse, her eyes desperate. "Grab my ass and fuck me 'til you cum."

She launched her arms around him, her legs locked around his waist. His hands grabbed her, caught her weight easily, slammed back into her to fill the deep space her move had briefly vacated.

She held enough of her weight that it was easy to fuck her the way she wanted. His fingers dug in deep to her, the backs of his hands the only contact with the counter.

She shook against him, firm breasts full to his chest, her cheek to his ear. Or he shook, and moved her with him. The thin wife beater was damp with sweat, the only thing between them. The electricity crackling down from his nape as his release began, he pulled her up and back for one final lunging thrust.

"I love you."

Her soft but clear words were the last thing he expected to hear, except for the answer they brought.

"I love you too." It came from behind him, and close. Missy.

Shocked as he was, it was too late to stop him thrusting, plunging onto Trudy.

Hard pebbles pressed low into his back, the opposite of the nipples his fingers had struggled to find. One small hand found his waist before stroking down. A brief appreciation of a hip before roaming in, between his straining cheeks and under.

Fingers almost tearing into her fleshy hips as he shoved up into her, he erupted in release just as Missy's exploration brought her touch into a position to most influence it.

He crushed Trudy into the counter, not feeling the hard edge that dug into his own wrists. As tiny fingers stroked his shrunken pulsing sack from behind, so sensitive and sudden it bordered on unbearable, the pad of a small thumb found the puckered depression just behind.

He roared, cumming again and again, caught between the two. The thumb hinted, teased, pressing with slow circles, but made no attempt to enter. The fingers stroked, encouraged as his balls pumped in a way he had never conceived, his vision constricting to a narrow cone of light.

He didn't immediately recognize the tightening arms around him, or hear the cry that challenged his own. Lost in the force of gates opening inside him, gates he didn't even know existed, he hardly had a chance to savor the beauty and strength of Trudy's own release.

Missy did. One tiny hand still confidently massaging him, nipples pushing into him, she whispered. "Yes. That's fucking it. Give her that cum she wants so bad."

A tongue licked up along his shoulder blade, over muscles roped with strain. "Cum, baby girl. That's it. Cum while you feel him pumping inside your tight little pussy. Pumping so much, so deep. Pumping you full of that seed you need."

The confident little blond's words cut through his haze. Trudy's answering scream as her orgasm redoubled in answer to her friend's commentary tore the fog asunder.

He was thankful the massaging hand retreated as his pulsing faded, holding more of Trudy's weight after her own limbs began to slip, relaxed and spent. He lifted her enough to ease her up onto the counter's edge, half seated. Her lips brushed over his and he felt a soft tease of tongue, a silent giggle as he slipped down and out of her, slick and heavy.

Then a small blond wedge levered in between them. Missy dragged her lithe little body, completely naked, against his until she was inside Trudy's knee. Her blue eyes, her self satisfied smile, her hard, prominent nipples dragging across his ribs, they all demanded his attention.

He felt disloyal, almost, to Trudy, his focus seized by another girl within seconds of emptying himself inside her. His twinges of guilt were confirmed when he heard a distinct whine of protest from the girl on the counter. Or so he thought until he saw Trudy, pleading eyes locked on the little blond pressed against him.

"Come here, baby." Missy spoke, but didn't wait for a response. She spun between the recent lovers to face two full, quivering breasts capped with nipples physically the very opposite of her own.

Where the smaller girl had the larger nipples by far, protruding at least the width of her middle finger when hard, like now, the curvier girl was flatter in this lone respect, a tiny nubbin barely rising at all above the flat plane of her half-dollar areola, even accentuated by the clinging white cotton.

From his point of view, Missy's spin stole away both girls. The blue eyes and hard nipples drilling into him and the soft curving whine already leaking his cum onto her thigh. Missy spun, fitting smoothly between legs that had been wrapped around him. Trudy's fingers twined through the blond hair, adoring eyes on the pixie face they framed. She repeated herself. "Come here."

He might have felt more than that quick pang, that 'Hey! What about me?' empty feeling, if it hadn't been for the other effect of her spin.

Slick, solid but now flexible, and at perhaps its most sensitive state, his cock was dragged, squeezed between his upper thigh and a marvelous continuum: from Trudy's soft, wet thigh to the tautness of a gymnast's upper abs, across the tiny, fit little midsection riding on the lubrication of her friend's recent sex.

She completed the tour with her back against him, using him to draw a wet line marking the way to halfway point in her own circumnavigation. He shuddered, pulling back almost against his will, over-stimulated senses cringing at the too soon, too much contact. The electricity still crackled, near the top of his spine.

Missy completed her turn. He saw the sweet, strong little back arch below him, watched his heavy tip stop in one of her two distinct dimples, on either side of her small but muscular athlete's ass. Even without him being entirely erect she seemed tiny in comparison to him.

Sound drew him upward, away from a shimmering trail leading to a dimple and the divine. Sound the source of which he could not see but recognized and could pinpoint exactly. A second sound, from higher above, joined in.

Briefly, he and Trudy had harmonized, aching animal cries released into the mutual echo chambers of their open mouths, exiting as a shared chord with their mingled breaths. These two sounds now did nothing of the kind. They were distinct. There was no shared sensation. One was the giver and one the receiver. One the doer and one the done.

Missy's lips and tongue devoured the tiny, almost imperceptible nipple. He didn't need eyes to see what those sounds painted. Hungry lips and tongue attacking a firm, full breast and its minuscule tip. Small, strong hands held damp white knit shoved up, out of her way.

Trudy started with a low soft sound, almost a mewling. Then parts, perhaps, of speech. "N...n...f...f. O...o...nhh."

She started to shake, grabbing twisting fistfuls of blond hair. The slurping sound ceased for a breath. The head bobbed. Trudy whined, twingeing. He pictured a quick tongue flicking out, teasing a tiny nubbin. "I'm going to show you something."

He knew the words were for him, though Missy's mouth and eyes were hidden from him.

"Nh-huh." The hands tugged at the blond hair, unsuccessfully.

She bobbed, licked again. "Something secret."

Trudy squirmed. "Nuh...no..."

"Shush, sweetie." Trudy quieted at the command. "I'm not going to share anything really secret, anything you don't want me to."

He heard a soft kiss when the blond head bowed this time.

"I'm sorry." Missy's voice was slow and sincere. Almost too sincere. "I didn't mean to scare you, baby. Come down here."

She moved back a step, encouraging Trudy down off the counter with a soft touch on one side. The girl's breasts pressed forward just above Missy as the bigger girl took her weight on her braced palms, straightening her arms before arching enough for her hips to slide off the bullnosed edge.

Missy stayed close as her friend slid down. She brought her free hand up, not softly, between two thighs. Trudy gasped, had no choice but to continue down onto the fingers, the hand that pushed immediately into her.

"Oh yes." Missy almost hissed it as Trudy's feet reached the floor. "Lots and lots of cum up there. Huh, sexy girl?"

Trudy's jaw was slack as she groaned. The muscles in Missy's tiny arm and shoulder flexed as her hand made small, determined circles. The other arm snaked around the slim waist above the flared, shaking hips. "Yeah. Just the way my slutty girl likes it."