I knew exactly how to pleasure my dripping wet pussy.
I had a very active sex life and could have a throbbing cock inside me anytime I wanted it, I could play with my family or fuck a guy from school, yet I could not stop playing with my dripping wet pussy. It was always tempting because I knew exactly how to pleasure my dripping wet pussy, and could not keep from spreading my legs and watching my fingers do the work. Then the inevitable happened. I got caught for the first time.
This time the tingle was more intense.
It happened at school one afternoon. I crossed my legs in an attempt to get comfortable in my chair, and when I did, I felt a slight tingling sensation run through my clit. I pressed them together tighter. This time the tingle was more intense. I felt my panties start to get juicy because my dripping wet pussy needed to be played with. I tried to distract myself by drawing little hearts on my notebook paper. Then I tried to pay attention to the lesson I was supposed to be learning. No matter what I did, I could not keep from squeezing my thighs together to tease my throbbing clit. I finally decided to ask for a hall pass to the restroom.
I knew I should be quiet and get control of myself, but I couldn’t stop.
Quickly I made my way to the bathroom. Luckily, I had the whole thing to myself. I went into a stall, and after locking the door, quickly pulled my dress up, pulled my panties down, and then slipped them off from around my ankles. Finally, I spread my thighs as I sat on the toilet. I started out rubbing my clit in circles. Then, when I let my fingers make their way down to toy with my dripping wet pussy, I couldn’t resist slamming two fingers deep inside my tight fuck hole. I felt my cunt spasm and knew I was about to squirt everywhere. I heard the sound of my moans echo off the bathroom walls. At that point, I knew I should be quiet and get control of myself, but I couldn’t stop. I kept fingering myself and moaned out in pleasure as I did.
As I did, I looked down to watch myself squirt.
I felt my dripping wet pussy contract and thrust my hips forward, jamming my fingers in and out. Finally, I was about to cum. As I did, I looked down to watch myself squirt. I had been rubbing my pulsating clit as I fingered myself because it’s the only way I can squirt. So I pulled my clit back and watched streams of girl juice spray out as I whimpered and scratched at the walls of the bathroom stall.
Then it hit me, he must have heard everything!
I had just turned the corner and was about to open the bathroom door when I saw a guy standing off to the side. I was speechless. Then it hit me, he must have heard everything! I also realized this was not someone my age. He was older. He was wearing dress pants and had a button-up shirt. I asked him why he was in the girl’s bathroom and who he was. He said he had heard me as he was walking down the hall and that he was a substitute teacher.
He started telling me that my pussy smelled as good as he thought it would.
I was about to start telling him that my stomach hurt really bad when he grabbed my hand. He smelled it and told me that it smelled like pussy. Stunned, I yanked my hand away and started to tell him off. Then he grabbed my hand and sniffed it again. He started telling me that my pussy smelled as good as he thought it would. My eyes instantly went down to his crotch, and I could see his cock was as hard as a rock and straining against his pants.
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