Disturbed by Mr Peterson

You bask in the waves of pleasure washing over you as Eddie looks down at your cum soaked body. He starts to tuck his shrunken cock back into his pants when suddenly the door bursts open and a middle aged man strides into the room. He gasps with shock at the sight of you before his eyes fix on your almost naked form slumped in the chair, covered in streaks of thick white spunk.

You desperately try to cover your breasts with one hand while attempting to scoop your blouse and skirt up from the floor.

“What the hell is going on here! Eddie Robson, what are you doing and who the hell is this girl” he yells

“I am sorry Mr Peterson. I don’t know how this happened. This girl made me do it. She seduced me” Eddie stammers looking close to tears.

“That’s not true you bastard. You bought me here. It takes two to fuck you know” you snarl with as much dignity as possible

“Report to my office in one hour Robson. I will get to the bottom of what is going on here. Off you go” Mr Peterson orders as his eyes come to rest once more on your tight body. You feel a shiver of fear at his acute interest and your tummy sinks.

Eddie scuttles out of the door as you hold your blouse up in front of your body trying to hide as much of your nakedness as possible.

“Who the hell are you girl? I can see you have our uniform but I would remember meeting you”?

“My name is Amy. Amy Foster. This is my first day here. I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me” you whisper, eyes downcast and tears coming to your eyes

“Well I do girl. It’s obvious what came over you. Stop crying, go and clean your self up and come and meet me in my office. I am afraid that this behaviour needs to be dealt with. We have very strict rules about this. However I should be able to sort this out without involving the headmaster or your parents. I will see you in 10 minutes” he orders with a hint of compassion but also some creepiness thrown in. He reaches down and strokes your hair before wiping his index finger down your jawline to scoop a glob of Eddies spunk from your shoulder. His hand rests on your shoulder while his eyes devour your nakedness, making you squirm in the chair. “Yes we must sort you out Miss Foster. This just won’t do” He sneers, leaning towards you while wiping his finger on a pristine handkerchief from his pocket.

“Yes sir. Sorry sir” you find yourself stammer as you grab your bra and throw your blouse, blazer, skirt and shoes on. You almost run out of the door and frantically head to the girls toilets feeling the stickiness drying on your skin and your hair and the pleasurable throbbing ache between your legs.

By the time you enter the toilets your heart is thumping in your chest as the truly weird events of the morning catch up with you. The room is deserted and wonderfully clean. There is a large open shower with racks of thick white fluffy towels. Along one wall are a bank of mirrors and a large vending machine packed with feminine products, from tampons to pantyhose, shampoo to hair ties.

You quickly remove your blouse, tights and sodden lacy g-string and stand naked for a moment in front of the mirrors, giving a slow twirl and admiring your amazing teen body. Your hair is a mess and you still have flushed cheeks from your orgasm. Your pink pussy looks puffy with a thin stream of pussy juice smeared on the tops of your thighs. You half turn to admire your tight arse cheeks. You grab some shampoo, body wash and some new sheer black tights from the vending machine and a big towel and walk into the shower.

The shower is a large open wet area with no doors. You turn the taps on as the water pours down in a steamy rush. You sniff the shampoo and then step under the hot steamy shower head.

You gasp as the water hits your breasts and sends more tingles through your body. Does this thing never stop being so sensitive to every touch? How the hell do girls ever get anything done? You could play with it all day everyday and never get bored!

You turn one way and the other to let the water wash your sides and shoulders. You turn and rub your arse as the water cascades over your round cheeks. Then you reach and take down the shower nozzle and examine it. You turn the nozzle to change from shower to jet function and feel the strong pulse of water hit your sensitive nipples making you gasp. Then you take the shower nozzle and hold it between your legs as you almost collapse to the shower floor. The sensation of the jet on your sensitive pussy is absolute heaven and you lean against the shower wall for an amazing few seconds losing yourself in more pleasure.

All too soon you pull yourself together and get back to the business at hand. You pour some sweet smelling body wash onto a clean white flannel and proceed to wash all the various body fluids off your tight teen body. You find yourself enjoying the hot steamy water as it washes away and cleans your soft curves. You feel you could stay under the jets all day rather than just a quick shower to get clean as you have always done. You carefully wash your tender pussy before washing your face and your long hair. You are struck by how complex washing such long and thick hair is when compared to what you are used to. Yet another difference that you would never have considered.

You turn off the shower and reach for the huge fluffy white towel wrapping it around almost double around your slim body and tucking in the end of the towel. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror and see the incredibly sexy sight of an unbelievably sexy slim teen girl in a big fluffy towel, something you always found could give you a hard on at any time of the day or night.

You quickly dry yourself off, knowing that you must go and find Mr Peterson’s office. You pull up your panties and then place your long smooth legs into the new sheer black tights. You place your breasts into the lacy cups of the bra and then put the blouse, skirt and blazer on before slipping your feet into your strappy shoes. You catch a sight of yourself in the mirror and are amazed once more how drop dead gorgeous you look.

You stride out of the door to search for Mr Peterson, a little apprehensive to find out what he has in store for you.