P05E03

We met in the morning in a pedestrian tunnel under the railroad tracks next to the school grounds. Not a busy place, but certainly a public one: a jogger, or a man with a dog could appear any minute.

The days of shy courting and cautious maneuvering between our bodies were over now. I just pressed her against the concrete wall of the tunnel, and both my hands reached under her skirt, quick and deliberate, with a clear sense of a very specific purpose: both hips, and the fabric bands of her panties there. I grabbed them and pulled them down, across the buttocks, down the thighs, all the way down to the ankles, where she stepped out of them, almost obligingly.

It had made me kneel down, and even though the skirt had fallen down, my face was level with her womb.

“Raise your skirt for me, so I can admire your swollen pussy. “

She reached for the hem of the skirt, each hand taking a pinch of cloth, then raised her hands to her waist.

The carnage underneath was infernal. Her entire mound was bright red, and all the individual details of it had swollen to double their size. The whole area seemed to be throbbing, maybe from her heartbeat? Or was it something else?

I bent forward, and looked closer, not 4 inches away from the battlefield. The skin was deformed in most places, culminating in two blisters covering her labia.

I felt so ambiguous about it. On the one hand, I felt very bad that I had hurt my baby so much, that my instructions had wounded her. But I also felt a wave of immense power, that it was me who had inflicted it upon her, and that she had allowed me to inflict it. The power felt very good, like shooting to the stars.

I said: “It looks painful. “

“It is. I didn’t sleep a wink. It was just burning, and it kept burning, hour after hour, and there was nothing I could do about it. “

“Poor girl. So tell me again, why did it happen? “

“I played with myself, and I came on it. I need your consent for that, and I didn’t have it. My punishment was just.“

“Very good, my little one. I am very happy with the way you’re carrying the burden of discipline. You deserve a reward for that, and you will receive it now. Cum at will.”

Not giving her the time to respond, my lips caught her clit in a French kiss, then expanded on that to sucking and licking. She jolted and moaned, but kept her skirt lifted up, and her hips pushed back at my mouth. Her flesh was hot and sticky. I loved her tenderly, and cherished the burnt skin in cool saliva and gentle moves. Still she flinched a few times, when my tongue irritated a particularly hypersensitive spot.

I watched through the tunnel. Two figures had come around the corner on the other side. They were still several hundred yards away, and I backed off from Emily’s pussy, ready to get up. But she held me back and whispered: “Don’t stop. It is too far away, they can not see yet what is going on. “

I judged the distance. “They will be in another minute.”

“That’s enough. Suck me there, Jason, I want to cum for you so bad… please… I can do it quickly… for you…”

She was right. When I returned my lips to her clit, her body felt like a volcano, building up the final bits of power in the wake of the eruption. She quivered and spasmed, and pressed her crotch desperately into my face. She tried to suppress her lamented heaving and failed. I looked down the tunnel. The figures had approached somewhat, and the acoustics of the tunnel probably made sure that if they couldn’t see what we were doing, they could probably hear the results of it anyway.

I was amazed of the power of lust in her battered pussy. It lasted less than ten seconds, then she spinned over the edge like a drunken marmot, shrieking and floundering in the fall. The pain, the stress, the panic, the burn of her pussy for that entire long night and my cool lips on it just now, it had all left her close enough to cum within seconds. Spasms still traversed her muscles when I stood up and signaled her to quickly drop her skirt.

Her panting only slightly receded when the figures approached further. I recognized Dr. Watson and Mrs. Browning, teaching geography and literature respectively. Mrs. Browning looked acid, but she always looked like that. Dr. Watson managed a smile.

When they came into earshot, Emily made sure that it was perfectly audible to them when she said to me: “An eight.”

Dr. Watson looked at us, a shy bit of wonder in his eyes about what she meant, then deciding it was probably nothing and walking on. After they passed, me and Emily fell into a wild giggling attack. It took a full minute before we recovered a bit. Emerging from it came Emily‘s broad smile. She looked happy, almost as if she was glowing. Suddenly she bent over to me, and kissed me; but she already withdrew her lips after a second to show me that broad smile again, and she said in a warm voice: “I love you, Jason! “

We stood there for half a minute, just drinking in each other's eyes.

Then I said: “Now come on, let’s get to class.”