“The next day I was looking for something to punish another one of my pupils over, and I found it not very hard to find an excuse to spank one. This time it was a little boy and the same thing happened, with one exception. On my lap I felt the little boy getting hard. His stiff little prick pressed tight against my leg. It was so marvelous I came even stronger than I had done the day before and once more I didn't frig myself that night. It's obvious you can't spank one of your pupils each day; it does give one and the school a bad name. But I had my thrills regularly and in between I went back to the old finger-fuck, but not with the same frantic need I had been experiencing for some weeks. I still loved to wank myself, but it wasn't like an addiction any longer. When I tossed off, it was because I felt like it and I enjoyed it more than I had done in the weeks before. And I still like to do it, up to this moment, and who doesn't? My changed attitude had not gone unnoticed by Henry and his wife and it was only a small task for Henry to find its possible cause. Being the shrewd man he was he immediately assumed my recent severity with the children had something to do with it and he assumed right. And this was exactly up his street, as you will find out when I continue my story. That is, if I'm not boring you…”
We told her she was not boring us at all, especially as Jean was getting more and more interested and an excited blush had spread over her cheeks. So Mary continued her strange but exciting story.
“One day,” Mary continued, “I went to the Graves' house and found Georgina alone. Henry had left on some errand and would not be back before late that night so she told me. As always, we talked about all the things which had happened in the village and television and such, but I thought the atmosphere was slightly different than usual. Of course I couldn't have described it at that moment, but it still was, although I didn't find it unpleasant. It was almost the same sort of tense atmosphere we sometimes had when we were watching your mother and the priest. After some time we became quieter and stopped talking altogether as happened more often, but it never bothered us because we didn't really have to talk when we were with each other. We could also enjoy the other's presence without talking and sometimes we just sat in this room, the three of us, reading or doing something else and nobody spoke a word. We were just good friends and I felt at home with them and nobody needed to pretend anything or keep the conversation going. But that day it was slightly different… like I already told you, there was something special in the air.
“Georgina had to go upstairs and do something and she left me to myself for a moment. I stood up from my chair and walked around the room, feeling a bit restless, and all of a sudden I got the need to masturbate. This was rather strange at that time, because I had not done it during the day for weeks, ever since I had found I could also have sexual satisfaction during the day by spanking one of my pupils. But on that day, I was getting the same frantic urge to frig myself I had had for some weeks after you had left. I had had this urge more often while I was in their house and I knew I could easily slip to the toilet and do it there, but for one reason or another I didn't feel like leaving the room, so I decided to take off my panties quickly and toss myself off in the living room. I had not the faintest idea how long Georgina was going to be away from the room, but I thought I would hear her when she came down and even if it meant I had to interrupt my wanking I was sure I could put my clothes back in order before she entered the room.
“So I took off my panties and stuck them in my purse. It was lovely to know I was quite naked under my dress… that is, from my waist down. Knowing I was doing this in the living room of my friends was adding something extra to my act and seating myself in my chair I pulled up my dress and spread my legs. I was sitting in the same chair you are now sitting in, Jean, and as you can see there is a huge mirror in front of it. It was marvelous to see my cunt come in view and in a hurry I threw my legs over the armrests, opening my slit with my hand. My clit was all red and hard under my fingers and I realized how badly I had needed this, because it quivered when I pressed my finger against it. I had a marvelous view of what I was doing and I played with myself as if it was going to be the last time. I used one finger on my cunt… two fingers, three fingers, and taking my hairbrush from my purse I poked myself with the handle of it. Juice was flowing down my legs and I thought I had not been so randy for ages. I can't remember whether I made any noise and at that moment I didn't even care. I was only interested in coming and I forgot everything around me. I also forgot to pay attention to the sounds in the house. I had not heard a single sound, but all the same the door must have been opened, making some sort of noise, a noise I had failed to notice. I was just on the verge of coming when I all of a sudden felt the presence of somebody nearby. Startled, I looked up and found Georgina standing beside the chair. Her eyes were focused on what my hand was doing and she had also stuck her hand under her dress, with the doubtless intention of giving her burning quim the same sort of treatment I was giving myself. I was much too surprised to say anything at all but Georgina saved me the trouble to search for words and save my face.
“'You didn't know that I have been looking at you ever since I left the room, did you? I knew what you were going to do. Or at least I thought I knew, and here you are. I have been right. You were having the urge to frig yourself. Well, there is nothing wrong with that, is there? I also do it, and maybe even more than you. Look, I'm doing it now and I have been doing it ever since I started to watch you. You look surprised! You don't understand where I could possibly have watched you from. You know, dear, that mirror you are sitting in front of… is a two way mirror. You can't see anybody from this side but I could see you. No, you never have found this. You couldn't. There is always a panel on the other side of the wall, covering it. It looked like woodwork to you, but it certainly serves another purpose as well, and I have made good use of it. You were so exciting, so beautiful. You really like to play with that cunt of yours, don't you? And so do I. Henry loves seeing me do it. He would love to see you doing it, if you want to do it in front of him. You have taken up your frigging again, I see. You are once more feeling at ease with me. Let's do it together, dear. Let's finish another. Do you like to frig other women? I love it, although I hardly get the opportunity in this village. In the other school where Henry was headmaster before we came to this village-it was different there. He had stayed there longer. All his female staff used to come over to our place and they loved doing it with me… some of them I had to teach everything. They had never done anything with another woman, but they soon learned… and learned to like it. Henry fucked most of them as well-and some of his male staff also attended our parties. Yes, those were the good old days. But unfortunately one of his pupils was a bit indiscreet and we had to leave. Mind you, she was not attending a party, but she happened to come by and look through a crack in the curtains, finding them closed in the middle of the day, and that was the end of it. Luckily it wasn't made known publicly, otherwise Henry would never have had another job. We were saved for that by the chief of police, who regularly came to our parties and happened to be there as well when that silly girl found us out. Thank God a thing like that can't happen here. The house is too far from the road for anybody to take the liberty of coming up uninvited. But at least I have found you now. You seem to like the same sort of things, and I'm happy about it. Are you almost coming, just like I am? Your juice is dripping down your legs. I'm there… yes I'm coming… for you, dear… for you… all my juices… for you… you may lap me as you wish. I love to be lapped, to have my cunt sucked. I will suck yours. I'm creaming… creaming… creaming… come with me… oh yes… I can see you are coming… coming… cooooooming… like me… you are coming… lovely… loooovelyyyyy…'