A short story for you

Learning about Maths etc by Kitty Cordeaux

Maths lesson. Lillian used to hate Maths lesson. Now though, ever since she turned 18, it was different. Now classes had a new shine to them, a naughty secret that made Lillian want to be there now.

‘Lillian, are you paying attention?’ came teacher’s voice.

Lillian looked up at Sister, startled but excited.

‘Yes, I was paying attention,’ she said. ‘Shall I do my eight times tables?’

Lillian saw the light in her teacher’s eyes. They both knew what was coming.

‘One times eight is eight, two times eight is sixteen, three times eight is twenty-four. Shall I continue?’ she asked.

‘No,’ said Sister Jean-Marie. ‘You’ve done well, I can see you’ve been practising, thank you.’

‘I’m not  sure I’m good enough for the competition though, Sister,’ said Lillian. ‘Can you test me again?’

‘All right Lillian, we’ll spend sometime after class, it always helps. We have other things to do in class today.’

Lillian smiled at her teacher and the rest of the lesson passed in a golden glow. When the siren went, Lillian stayed behind, and the tingling in her body as she thought about the “lesson” to come grew and grew as she watched the other students leave the room.

Sister Jean-Marie watched the students leave too, then locked the door. She turned and looked at Lillian, who gazed back at her with gleaming eyes.

‘Shall I start now?’ asked Lillian.

‘Yes please,’ said her teacher, as she came and stood next to her student.

‘One times eight is eight, two times eight is sixteen, three times eight is seventy million!’ She looked up and smiled as Sister Jean-Marie swooped down on her.

‘No, wrong! I’ll have to punish you!’ Sister Jean-Marie licked her lips and smiled. ‘Uniform off, and lie down over there.’

Lillian trembled with joy as she walked to the teacher’s desk and took off her school uniform, leaving on her stockings but taking off her bra. She hadn’t worn knickers today, hoping the maths class would end up like this.

‘On my back or my front?’ she asked, hoping for her back. She loved to see Sister Jean-Marie rubbing her breasts through her habit, and hoped her teacher would take off her own clothing too.

‘Lie on your front please Lillian, I want to examine something on your back.’

Lillian lay across the desk on her front. Her teacher had placed a blanket on the desk during class, telling the students it was for “later” without explaining what it was going to be for “later”. Lillian knew though, Lillian had stayed behind maths class many happy times in the year. Her school life had improved vastly since she turned 18.

She didn’t know what it was her teacher wanted to examine, but she knew it would end up very, very well. Her teacher was teaching her wonderful things about the female body.

Sister Jean-Marie rubbed Lillian gently down the length of her spine, from the back of her neck and all the way down. She tickled the base of Lillian’s spine, making the young girl squirm and squeal.

‘Oh please, again!’

The teacher did the same thing again, but stopping partway down and sliding her hand around the girl’s lithe body to cup the breast on the right, tickling the already erect nipple.

‘So nice, soft little titty, naughty nipple,’ she said, pinching then leaning over to kiss the girl on the buttock on the same side.

The girl gave a tiny scream, then moaned at the kiss, which ended with the nun’s tongue licking the students inner thigh.

Lillian moaned again, then raised her hips and slid a finger into her vulva. She pulled her finger out then licked her own juices from it, before plunging her finger in there again, gyrating on the digit and hoping for much, much more.

‘Roll over Lillian, I want to taste that myself.’

The teachers voice was tender and warm and Lillian was more than happy to obey. Her teacher leaned down, kissing Lillian’s flat belly, then licking her way down to Lillian’s most private parts. She licked and licked with her tongue while Lillian squirmed and squealed with pleasure.

‘Oh please, please, don’t stop!’ Lillian could feel the pleasure rising within her belly, and she rubbed both of her budding nipples, teasing slowly then faster as her teacher found her clitoris and sent her to the heavenly place again. She ground her hips into Sister Jean-Marie’s mouth, then came over and over, even better than other times.

The pleasure pulsed through her, from her nipples down to her thighs and all places in between. Lillian felt a flood of elation, and she knew she was wetter than ever before. She shoved two fingers into herself, past her teacher’s mouth, and took them out again and licked, tasting her juices and revelling in the feelings she was getting. Her body shuddered again and again, and she imagined she was feeling God inhabiting her, or something Divine anyway.

Lillian loved maths and she loved her maths teacher. She sat up then and smiled. ‘Oh thank you, Sister, thank you so much, how can I repay you?’ Lillian had gone from hating maths and being stupid with it, to loving it and finally understanding the subject like never before.

‘Lillian, all I ask is that you do well in the maths competition, and that you remember all I have taught you. You know your maths now, and you know how to find pleasure. With me, with another, by yourself, you know what gives you pleasure. Never put up with anything that doesn’t bring you pleasure. This pleasure is your God given right! Do you understand?’

Lillian gazed at her teacher, so wise, so loving. ‘I understand,’ she said. ‘I know what feels right and good. Thank you for your teaching!’


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