Lyudmila Mikhailovna and her Katya
Lyudmila Mikhailovna's class today was the last one, and she kept Katya after the lessons. Katya was sitting at the second desk and blankly staring at her hands. Lyudmila Mikhailovna was sitting at the teacher's desk and absently looking
at Katya's personal file. The girl had come from a village and was living here in the city with her aunt. The woman knew that her aunt didn't really like her and generally had a rather unpleasant character.Lyudmila Mikhailovna was trembling all over. She was over forty. She had devoted all her time to work and had risen to the position of dean. Things hadn't worked out with men for her, and lately she had begun catching herself looking at the female students. The girls stirred her imagination; compared to men, they were clean, neat, and sexy. Finally, Lyudmila Mikhailovna had decided to do something. She knew there was no going back.
"Very bad," she said at last. Katya looked at her and immediately lowered her gaze again. "I'll have to expel you."
Katya flinched and raised her moist eyes to her.
"Please... don't..."
"Why not? You've fully deserved it."
"I'll have to go back home..." she mumbled. "I beg you..."
"Alright, I'll think about it." Lyudmila Mikhailovna was breathing heavily from excitement. "You must do everything I say, understand?"
Katya's face flushed.
"Yes... of course!"
"Come here."
She hurriedly stood up and approached.
"Sit down."
She sat on a chair near the teacher's desk.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna stood up and locked the classroom door with a key. Then she returned to her seat and said:
"Undress."
"What?" Katya gasped quietly.
"I said undress! That's the last time I'll repeat myself twice, understand?"
Katya turned as pale as paper. She pulled her blouse off over her head, then took off her shoes and jeans and carefully hung her clothes on the back of her chair. Her hands were trembling.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna became aroused. The excitement and fear from what she was doing mixed within her with this frantic arousal. Katya was left in a beige bra, wide panties, and socks.
"Everything, take everything off."
Katya sobbed and took off her socks, then her bra, covering her breasts with one hand, and with the other hand pulled down her panties, dropping everything on the floor. With her other palm, she covered her crotch. Her bare feet stood on the floor.
"Take your hands away."
Katya removed them. The girl had a beautiful figure, small rounded breasts, and slightly wide hips. She wasn't completely skinny but seemed quite slender. Bright pink, delicate nipples stiffened from the cold and fear. Between her legs, a lot of hair was visible.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna approached her, stroked her cheek, and took her breasts in her hands. The breasts were surprisingly firm and yet tender; Lyudmila Mikhailovna's own had long ceased to be like that. She gently stroked Katya's nipples, and thrilling excitement washed over her.
"Have you been with men?"
"I... no..." the girl mumbled.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna took a pointer from the board.
"Move your butt here, lift your legs."
Katya shifted forward and lifted her legs onto the chair. Katya's loins opened up. Her vulva was a delicate pink and completely untouched. Lyudmila Mikhailovna stroked it with her palm. She took out from her purse some lubricant, which she sometimes used to masturbate when alone in her office. She squeezed a little lubricant onto the thick end of the pointer.
"Go wash yourself and wash this."
Katya took the pointer from her hands and went barefoot to the utility room where there was a sink, quietly slapping her bare soles on the cold tiled floor. She washed herself with soap and rinsed the pointer.
"Does it hurt?" Lyudmila Mikhailovna asked when the girl returned.
"Now... no..." Katya mumbled.
"That's a good girl, it happened easily for you."
Blood was still oozing slightly from Katya.
Katya was sitting on her chair when Lyudmila Mikhailoyna herself began to undress. Katya stared blankly past her. Lyudmila Mikhailovna took off her trousers and sweater, then her bra and panties, remaining only in her shoes so her feet wouldn't get cold.
"Come here," she ordered Katya. "Right here, with your mouth..."
Katya leaned over Lyudmila Mikhailovna and sucked on her left breast.
"Harder..." the woman murmured. "Now here..."
Katya moved to the right breast.
"Now here," Lyudmila Mikhailovna pointed between her legs.
"Don't..." Katya murmured. "Please..."
"What? Did you say something?"
Katya squatted down in front of the woman.
"Get on your knees," said Lyudmila Mikhailovna.
Katya tucked her legs under herself and sat on them.
The floor was cold. This woman was doing terrible things to her. Katya felt worse than ever in her life. No one had ever humiliated her like this. But she didn't want to return to her village, she was afraid of her perpetually drunk brother and afraid she would have to become a prostitute like her older sister.
Katya placed her hands on the edge of the chair and pressed her mouth to Lyudmila Mikhailovna. The woman hadn't shaved, her vulva was flabby and smelled strongly. Katya suppressed her gag reflex and licked the dean's vulva from top to bottom, then the woman told her to concentrate on the clitoris. The clitoris was large and protruded strongly. It was the first time Katya had seen another person's genitals, and she wasn't just seeing them but licking them, burying half her face in them.
"Wait..." she suddenly said. "Now here... take it off..."
Lyudmila Mikhailovna poked Katya in the side with the shoe on her left foot.
At first, Katya couldn't believe that's what the dean meant. She took off one of the woman's shoes and sock. She held the woman's dry, sinewy foot right in front of her face. The foot gave off a sharp, disgusting smell of sweaty feet, a common smell, that's how everyone's feet smelled, and Katya's own too.
Then she did the same with Lyudmila Mikhailovna's other foot.
The woman was frantically masturbating her clitoris. When Katya was licking the toes on her right foot, she couldn't hold back and came with a quiet cry. A whole little fountain erupted from her, splashing the girl's face, hair, and breasts.
"That's enough," she said. "Put my shoes back on..."
Katya put the dean's socks back on, then her shoes.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna stood up and got dressed. Naked Katya continued to sit on the floor. Lyudmila Mikhailovna gathered her things, opened the classroom door, and put the key on her desk.
"Lock up after yourself. Return it tomorrow," she said and left.
Katya was still sitting in the same position; she couldn't make herself move. Maybe this was normal in the city. She had heard a lot of nasty things about the city. Maybe this happens often, and then she hadn't done anything terrible.
Katya got up and dressed with wooden movements, then, staggering, went to the sink, washed her face, and rinsed her mouth. She tried to make herself vomit but couldn't.
At home, she immediately went to bed, and, already falling asleep, she remembered that her hair was soiled with Lyudmila Mikhailovna's fluid, and now the whole pillow was smeared with it.
— —
Lyudmila Mikhailovna lived alone. Coming home, she sank to the floor and began masturbating again with her unwashed hand. This was her first contact with a girl. Sweaty and greedy men were far from what she had experienced. Katya had driven the woman crazy.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna had made the right choice. Katya was too quiet, she turned out to be easy to intimidate, and she didn't complain to anyone, probably also because of the humiliation.
The semester was coming to an end; Katya successfully passed her exams and tests.
"The day after tomorrow, you'll come with me to the dacha. We'll meet at the station by the underpass at five in the evening. Don't be late."
The girl said nothing. Her consent wasn't required. She crawled out from under the desk, said goodbye to the dean, and went to the women's restroom to wash her face and rinse her mouth.
When Lyudmila Mikhailovna arrived at the station, Katya was already there. She was wearing a tank top, jeans, and sneakers. A small backpack hung on her back.
"What did you tell your aunt?"
"Nothing," Katya replied. "She's not interested in where I am."
The rural station was deserted. When they got off the train, Lyudmila Mikhailovna handed all her things to Katya—a rather heavy suitcase and a small bag.
It was a sunny May day.
"Take off your shoes," Lyudmila Mikhailovna suddenly said.
"I..."
"What about you?"
Katya put the bags on the ground, took off her sneakers and socks, and stuffed them into her backpack. She had thin, delicate feet. Lyudmila Mikhailovna watched her. The girl walked quite calmly on the asphalt, but then, on the sharp railway gravel, she could barely move, limping on both feet. They walked along the station, crossed the tracks, and walked on the other side of the tracks. When the dirt path ended, Katya, to avoid the gravel, began jumping from sleeper to sleeper.
They turned, walked through some plantings, and went deeper into a field. Katya limped, stumbling on hummocks or sharp grass stems. Reaching the street, they walked on asphalt.
The house was deep inside an overgrown garden. Next to the house, also amidst bushes and trees, was a large shed.
Lyudmila Mikhailovna told Katya to wash her feet in a water barrel, and she herself went into the house. Katya put down the bags and began washing the grime off her soles in the dirty rainwater. Then, without putting on shoes, she carried the things into the house.
The house was quite small—two rooms, a kitchen and a bedroom. In the kitchen, there was a table, a refrigerator, and an electric stove; in the bedroom—a bed, a sofa, a TV, a wardrobe, and a desk. Lyudmila Mikhailovna lay down in the bedroom to rest. Following her instructions, Katya fried eggs and made sandwiches from the food they had brought. Then the girl set the table.
Katya put fried eggs for Lyudmila Mikhailovna and herself. Approaching the table, Lyudmila Mikhailovna said:
"Put that on the floor."
Katya put her plate on the floor. Lyudmila Mikhailovna took off the socks she wore in the house and stepped with one foot into the plate. Then they ate. Katya distinctly felt the familiar taste of Lyudmila Mikhailovna's feet, sweaty from the journey, in her eggs. She felt disgust, but not very sharply.
When they finished eating, Katya made tea. Then Lyudmila Mikhailovna grabbed the girl by the arm and led her to the bedroom. Katya undressed and satisfied the woman. When Lyudmila Mikhailovna came, Katya, following her instruction, brought a damp towel and wiped her between the legs. Lyudmila Mikhailovna was too lazy to get up. She turned on the TV with the remote, ordered Katya to lie on the floor, and placed her tired feet on the girl's chest and stomach.
Today was the first time Lyudmila Mikhailovna spent the night with Katya. In the evening, she told Katya to sweep and mop the floors. Lyudmila Mikhailovna didn't wash. She made the bed and lay down with Katya.
Katya was very tired. Lyudmila Mikhailovna lay next to her and was already asleep. Katya lay for a while, staring into the darkness, then cried from humiliation, but soon fell asleep too.
In the morning, Lyudmila Mikhailovna woke her. She slipped her hands under the girl's tank top and kneaded her nipples.
After breakfast, Lyudmila Mikhailovna went to the garage and drove her old Almera to the house. The path was heavily overgrown with small bushes, and the woman drove carefully. Katya stood in the doorway.
"Come here."
Katya, following Lyudmila Mikhailovna's instructions, opened the hood and unscrewed the windshield washer fluid reservoir cap. "Do you like the smell?" The girl shook her head. "Take a drink." Katya took a sip, holding the reservoir with both hands, coughed, and turned red. "More... more." Katya was all red. "Put it back. Screw it on here." Lyudmila Mikhailovna slammed the hood shut.
She taught Katya to drive the car in the field, on a deserted dirt road. Katya sat behind the wheel in jeans and a tank top, without a bra and barefoot, pressing the pedals with her bare soles.
In the afternoon, they returned home. The girl fetched water and fried potatoes. After they ate, Lyudmila Mikhailovna took the cooling electric hotplate off the stool and placed it on the floor in front of the girl.
Katya took off her jeans and panties and sat on the hotplate. The hotplate was still hot, and the girl whimpered in pain. Lyudmila Mikhailovna had calculated well; Katya didn't get any burns, only redness on her soles and butt. For a while, it would be painful for her to walk and sit.
In the evening, they took bicycles from the shed and rode to a distant lake. It was a couple of kilometers away. A forest began here, growing in a large ravine. There was no one around.
At home, Katya undressed again and pleasured Lyudmila Mikhailovna.
Then the girl put on panties and a tank top, and they, lying on the sofa, studied the subject for quite a long time.
It grew dark and started to rain. Lyudmila Mikhailovna put aside the textbooks and notebook, lay on her side, stroked the student's butt through her panties, and became aroused.
"Go to the barrel, bring some water, it tastes good now."
"Lyudmila Mikhailovna, but it's raining..." Katya murmured.
The woman took paper clips out of the desk.__