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Let me tell you about the day my innocent little schoolgirl pussy first learned what real, dirty, degrading pleasure feels like. I was sixteen, (nearly), curious, and already a secret little perv even if I didn’t fully understand it yet.

It started in the school toilets one random afternoon. I was sitting having a quiet pee, white cotton panties around my ankles, when I heard it, soft, breathy moaning coming from the next cubicle. Two girls. One was whimpering, the other whispering filthy encouragement.

“Mandy, your pussy is really wet,” the voice purred. “Soaking my fingers, you dirty little bitch.”

I froze, heart hammering. I finished peeing but didn’t flush. I didn’t want them to know I was there. I pulled my panties up quietly and crept out, standing just outside their cubicle, listening like the nosy little slut I was becoming.

“Don’t stop… keep rubbing me right there,” Mandy gasped. Her moans got louder, desperate, until she came hard, shaking, whimpering, calling out in ecstasy. Then came the wet kissing sounds. “We better get back before someone notices,” one of them whispered.

I slipped into another cubicle and left the door open a crack. My pussy was tingling. A few moments later they emerged. My eyes went wide. It was a pretty black girl I recognised from the year above… and Miss Lewis.

Miss Lewis. Our blonde, stunning English teacher. She always wore those tiny skirts that barely covered her arse and blouses with three buttons undone so you could see the swell of her big tits. She looked like pure sex even when she was teaching Shakespeare. And now she’d just fingered a student to orgasm in the school toilets.

I was shocked… and soaking wet.

I tried to forget about it, but I couldn’t. Every time I saw Miss Lewis swishing down the corridor in those stockings and heels, my clit throbbed.

A few weeks later it all came crashing together.

We had PE. I was kneeling on the floor tying my shoelaces, my short PE skirt riding up so my white cotton panties were on full display. I looked up and there she was, Miss Lewis, staring straight between my legs with a hungry little smile.

“Lacy, dear,” she said sweetly, “can I see you in my classroom after you finish here?”

“Yes, Miss,” I replied, voice small, cheeks burning.

After the lesson I showered with the other girls. I’ve always been a little perv like that, comparing bodies. At almost sixteen my tits were a nice firm 34C, high and perky with sensitive pink nipples. Some girls had bigger ones, heavy and swinging. Others were smaller, cute little handfuls. I loved looking at their arses, their smooth pussies, the way the water ran down their bodies. My own pussy was already puffy and wet again just from the memory of Miss Lewis’s smile.

I got dressed in my school uniform, white blouse, short pleated skirt, white socks, and went to her classroom with butterflies in my stomach and a damp patch in my knickers.

Miss Lewis was waiting. She locked the door behind me.

“So, Lacy,” she said, sitting on the edge of her desk, legs crossed so her short skirt rode high and I could see the tops of her stockings. “Do you like girls?”

“They… interest me,” I mumbled, blushing furiously.

“In what way?”

“I compare them to my own body, Miss. Their breasts, their legs… their

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