Too tight
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You expect when class finishes you’d be taken out of the humid prison that was Mrs. Tread’s thong. But instead of the tight fabric being pulled away and you taken out, Mrs. Tread starts walking. Her steps shift you back and forth against her glistening opening, which had been growing considerably wetter since you took up residence against it. The dampness has begun to seep into your clothes and has only added to your unbearable situation. The only upside to her stride is that you’ve got a little bit more area to move. Now able to shift from side to side, you try to move up and away from the sweltering crotch of your teacher. Inch by agonizing inch, you move a little, you can see the waistband hugging her sides above you and you know that if you can somehow slide under the elastic you’ll be home free. Unfortunately for you, as you move up, the wall of clothe holding you gets tighter until you can’t move any more.
A grunt forms in your throat as you find yourself stuck. So you’re stuck, held even tighter in your teachers thong, you wait. Her footsteps stop and you feel her shifting around, attempting to find her car keys in her purse. When she has them and sits down in her car, you’re pressed even tighter against her folds. As you dig down, your head pushes against a throbbing knob inside the folds of her sex. Mrs. Tread nearly jumps up as your head grounds against the swelling knob. It rubs up hard against your skull, throbbing even harder from your touch. From your autonomy lessons from Angela, you know this knob must be your teacher’s clitoris.
You groan as the pressure continues and Mrs. Tread shakily starts driving. She tries to bloke out her pleasure by reminding herself that she’s doing this because she’s your teacher and she cares. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Everything was so much tighter for you, the task of even breathing was hard and every time Mrs. Tread shifted her hips, a bolt of pain would rush through you from the pressure. Her musky scent threatened to knock you out as it grew thicker with her arousal rising.
You desperately need to get more room or you’re afraid you’ll pass out. It would be less yielding inside her, but the last thing you want to do is turn this more sexual. You never in your whole life ever wanted to be forced inside someone’s panties, sure you’ve dabbled with sex, but it was always consensual. This has been forced on you, making it a total humiliation. As the pressure continues and you slowly blank out, you swear to yourself that you’ll never peak inside the girls change room again.
The first thing you notice when you reawaken is that the pressure is no longer being forced on you. Immediately, you take deep, desperate breathes of fresh air. Your whole body feels sore, like someone had been stepping on you. Your eyesight is all blurry and you stare up trying to see anything, but only getting hazy shapes. What you can make out is two faces peering at you from above. You can’t make out who they are or even their gender, but you figure out who one of them is when they saw, “I told you he was fine.”
It’s Mrs. Tread, the bitch that stuffed you in her panties like fucking pad and left you in there until you blanked out. If you had the energy you’d swear at her and tell her how much of a bitch she is, but you barely have the energy to keep your eyes open. As your strength slowly returns, your sight stares to come back. The faces start to clarify and you’re able to see who’s staring down at you with Mrs. Tread
A grunt forms in your throat as you find yourself stuck. So you’re stuck, held even tighter in your teachers thong, you wait. Her footsteps stop and you feel her shifting around, attempting to find her car keys in her purse. When she has them and sits down in her car, you’re pressed even tighter against her folds. As you dig down, your head pushes against a throbbing knob inside the folds of her sex. Mrs. Tread nearly jumps up as your head grounds against the swelling knob. It rubs up hard against your skull, throbbing even harder from your touch. From your autonomy lessons from Angela, you know this knob must be your teacher’s clitoris.
You groan as the pressure continues and Mrs. Tread shakily starts driving. She tries to bloke out her pleasure by reminding herself that she’s doing this because she’s your teacher and she cares. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Everything was so much tighter for you, the task of even breathing was hard and every time Mrs. Tread shifted her hips, a bolt of pain would rush through you from the pressure. Her musky scent threatened to knock you out as it grew thicker with her arousal rising.
You desperately need to get more room or you’re afraid you’ll pass out. It would be less yielding inside her, but the last thing you want to do is turn this more sexual. You never in your whole life ever wanted to be forced inside someone’s panties, sure you’ve dabbled with sex, but it was always consensual. This has been forced on you, making it a total humiliation. As the pressure continues and you slowly blank out, you swear to yourself that you’ll never peak inside the girls change room again.
The first thing you notice when you reawaken is that the pressure is no longer being forced on you. Immediately, you take deep, desperate breathes of fresh air. Your whole body feels sore, like someone had been stepping on you. Your eyesight is all blurry and you stare up trying to see anything, but only getting hazy shapes. What you can make out is two faces peering at you from above. You can’t make out who they are or even their gender, but you figure out who one of them is when they saw, “I told you he was fine.”
It’s Mrs. Tread, the bitch that stuffed you in her panties like fucking pad and left you in there until you blanked out. If you had the energy you’d swear at her and tell her how much of a bitch she is, but you barely have the energy to keep your eyes open. As your strength slowly returns, your sight stares to come back. The faces start to clarify and you’re able to see who’s staring down at you with Mrs. Tread
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