Mrs Hunt looked from girl to girl as they stood at the side of the pool waiting for the start signal. Mrs Hunt was the sports mistress and also the Deputy Headmistress. She was forty-three years-old and had been at the school for some fifteen years. She was dressed in her gym kit of a white T-shirt with three buttons at the top and a white gym skirt.
Mrs Hunt smiled as she looked at the six girls standing ready to dive in as well as the further eighteen girls standing behind them all of whom were ready for the front crawl relay race. She liked to look at the girls for two reasons. First of all, she found eighteen-year-old girls in bikinis rather a lovely sight. Secondly looking from girl to girl she ran through in her mind which of the girls she had previously put across her lap for a spanking or told to bend over to receive the cane. She reckoned almost all of these girls fitted in to one or other of those categories, but then Mrs Hunt was well known for being a strict disciplinarian. Mind you, the girls also spoke amongst themselves that Mrs Hunt tended to have a smile on face when ordering the girls across her lap or to bend over as though she enjoyed disciplining them.
There was a crescendo of sound from the parents and siblings who were seated around the pool. The gala had been going well and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The girls as well tended to be competitive when it came to swimming.
Mrs Hunt reckoned she had ogled the girls for long enough so counting down pressed the start button.
Each of the first set of girls dived into the pool to even louder cheers coming from those watching. All the girls set off at quite a good pace splashing their way through the pool which at twenty-five metres meant each girl took approximately half a minute to do one length.
Becky was in the lead at the first turn as she did a forward roll and twist and kicked herself off from the side. She was quite a strong swimmer and gained a lead of about three feet by the time she got back to where she had started at the end of the second length.
Jodie was the second member of the leading team and she eagerly dived in as soon as Becky touched the side. She was not quite as strong as Becky, but even so managed to extend the lead to about five feet by the time she returned after the second length.
Ellie was the third member of the team and she lost a little bit of ground, but it was always known that she was probably the weakest of the team. Nevertheless, she was still in the lead when she got back after her second length.
Finally, Grace dived in. She was the strongest swimmer of all the girls and she eased herself further in to the lead.
Mrs Hunt watched Grace with a smile as she remembered giving her a spanking just the other day. She recalled seeing the eighteen-year-old look really fit in her short-sleeved gingham school dress which showed off her well-toned arms. Once Grace had lifted her school dress up above her waist and lowered her knickers and bent across her lap, Mrs Hunt remembered looking down Grace’s at muscular legs which she found particularly attractive. Of course her bottom cheeks were also toned. Grace had looked ever so confident as she stood in front of her, but it didn’t take all that long to reduce her to tears. Afterwards she watched with a smirk as Grace did the usual spanking dance.
Mrs Hunt’s reverie was brought to a halt as the crowd roared the girls on and clapped to congratulate all the swimmers but in particular the winning team.
Once the girls got out of the pool most of the girls stood around the pool congratulating each other. Grace and Becky hugged each other as they always did after a race although ended up in a four-way hug with Jodie and Becky as well.
Mrs Hunt looked on at the happily hugging girls. Although it was a swimming gala the girls tended to wear their usual bikinis so most had banded scoop bralette’s with bikini briefs. Mrs Hunt focussed for a few moments on Becky and Grace both of whom she thought looked so stunning in their bikinis with their wet hair and bodies. However, she had to start the next race, and so her attention was diverted as she went back to the starters end of the pool.
Becky and Grace were hugging each other with excitement as they had won the relay race and reckoned they were in with a good chance of getting the ‘Best Achiever’s,’ Awards. As they hugged each other Grace whispered in to Becky’s ear, “I am so turned on by winning, Becky. Do you fancy making out again?”
Becky whispered back in a surprised tone. “Aren’t there too many people here, Gracie. The ‘Huntress,’ as well?”
Grace was smiling and spoke in a conspiratorial tone, “The Huntress is busy already starting the next race. She won’t come anywhere near her office.”
Becky smiled and replied, “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”
Becky and Grace turned and walked away from the pool reckoning no one would notice. They made their way to Mrs Hunter’s office, and going through it walked in to her private toilet and shower.
Becky closed the door and immediately threw her arms around Becky’s neck pulling her lovingly close and placing her soft lips on Grace’s.
Grace welcomed the embrace and putting her arms around Becky’s waist clasped her as she parted her lips and welcomed Becky’s tongue in to her mouth. They kissed and hugged for a few moments before Becky found Grace’s bikini clips and undid it chasing it down Grace’s arms.
Grace followed suit and quickly had Becky’s bikini top in her hand.
The two eighteen-year-olds were quite used to seeing each other naked. They often showered together at each-others houses and made out in each other’s bedrooms when their respective parents were out. This was more fun though using the Huntresses private shower. So they quickly stepped out of their bikini briefs and, still smiling, headed for the shower. Once there Becky switched it on before leaning forward and kissing Grace again, this time caressing one of her ample breasts. Ample for a teenager although not yet fully developed she knew.
Grace covered one of Becky’s breasts with one hand and with the other rubbed her bottom and gyrated as she felt Becky rub her bottom.
After another minute caressing each-others breasts both girls brought their hands to the others thighs and edging around ran their fingers along the others pussy lips. Both girls could tell the other was really aroused by the fingering and kissing.
As the girls breathing deepened so their fingers edged inside the others pussy’s until each felt the others taut clit. The continuing fingering brought erotic gasps from them both. Those gasps got louder and louder until almost together both girls exploded in orgasm.
The finger sex would have continued except without any forewarning the shower curtain was pulled back and a glowering Mrs Hunt was standing looking at them.
Both girls were speechless and assumed they were going to be dealt with severely.
Grace though recovered first and realised that Mrs Hunt wasn’t shouting at them as she would have expected. Instead she was looking at them both. More precisely she was looking at their breasts and licking her tongue as though she liked what she saw. Grace decided it was worth a go. “Want to join us, Mrs Hunt?” she asked in her sexiest voice.
Mrs Hunt swallowed hard and started to shake her head.
Grace could see a good caning coming and so tried again. “Hey, Mrs Hunt. Why not join us. You can always discipline us afterwards.”
Mrs Hunt was actually quite taken by the suggestion. Why not, she thought? She could discipline both girls straight afterwards or tomorrow or quite frankly both times. She swallowed again as she saw the two young bodies in the shower with their wet hair and wet breasts and wet nipples and … oh my goodness both girls very taut and wet nipples she realised. This was her fantasy she recalled. Having sex in the shower with another woman. Well these girls were almost women. They were eighteen-years-old and in the old day’s girls were quite often married at their age. They were unlikely to be virgins anyway. Oh crikey, she thought. How could she turn this down? Two of the girls she most fancied and had masturbated dreaming about in bed. Dreaming about their bare bottoms which she was already so fond of spanking and caning. She loved the feel of both bottoms after a spanking. Hot and red. Even seeing the raised wheals after a caning set her heart beating. Now she had this offer. Take them both in the shower and discipline them later. It was too good to pass up she decided.
“Okay,” Mrs Hunt replied adding in a stern voice, “But you will both get a spanking and three strokes of the cane afterwards. Understood?”
Grace had hoped for better but who knew? It wasn’t going to be so bad making out with the Huntress anyway. At least it would be better than being across her lap with the close-up view of the backs of her legs. Well that might happen anyway, but then maybe it won’t she thought to herself?
Grace encouraged their teacher. “Come on then Mrs Hunt. Better get your gym kit off.”
Grace held her breath and was wide-eyed as Mrs Hunt just stood there for a moment that seemed like hours. The tension was broken though when a twinkle appeared in Mrs Hunt’s eyes and she broke into a smile.
Moments later her vest top and bra were on the floor quickly followed by her gym skirt and knickers.
Mrs Hunt stepped in to the shower and immediately kissed Grace on the lips placing one hand on one of her breasts and the other on her bottom.
Becky leaned forward and kissed Mrs Hunt on the back of her neck and, squeezing her hand between Mrs Hunt and Grace, covered one of Mrs Hunt’s breasts with her hand. She could tell immediately how much larger Mrs Hunt was compared to Grace but carried on squeezing the breast whilst rubbing Mrs Hunt’s bare bottom.
Mrs Hunt had been in a threesome before so knew how to take control. She leaned against one wall of the shower and, looking at Grace, said, “Kneel down and give me tongue sex.” Looking then at Becky she said, “Lick my nipples.”
Becky and Grace didn’t waver. They did as they were told.
Moments later Grace was kneeling and had her face between Mrs Hunt’s thighs and was eagerly licking her pussy lips. This was quite something she told herself as she licked Mrs Hunt’s pussy lips and eased her tongue inside her pussy.
Becky was equally enjoying sucking Mrs Hunt’s breasts and particularly her taut nipples. As she sucked one nipple so she squeezed the other and listened to Mrs Hunt’s erotic gasps.
Grace reckoned it wasn’t going to take long to bring Mrs Hunt to an orgasm as her tongue went deep in to her vagina. She felt Mrs Hunt gyrate her hips as her breathing deepened and knew that she was edging quickly towards an orgasm.
Mrs Hunt always loved tongue sex but this time it was even better as her breasts were being lovingly sucked at the same time. She had had three-way sex before but had never been the centre of attention. She loved it though and was going to make sure she did it again. If not with these girls with two of her friends. She was going to think which ones, but her desire to reach her orgasm took over and she let herself fly towards what she was sure was going to be the best orgasm she had ever had.
Sure enough Mrs Hunt let out orgasmic gasp after erotic gasp as she came. Her eyes were tight shut as she welcomed the orgasm just as she always did whether with another woman or in bed by herself. When she actually came she was lost in the rush of flutters deep inside her. It was just the best orgasm ever just as she had hoped.
Grace stopped licking Mrs Hunt as she heard the loud gasps turn back in to heavy breathing. She had enjoyed giving Mrs Hunt her orgasm just as she always enjoyed giving Becky one. It wasn’t as good because it was just one way, but it was different enough to be memorable. As she looked up though she saw Becky still kissing Mrs Hunt’s breast and Mrs Hunt seemed content enough to let Becky continue.
Grace looked at the floor outside the shower and saw it was wet. Lots of water had flooded out of the shower and made Mrs Hunt’s clothes very wet. As she looked at her teacher’s wet knickers she had a thought. It was a daring thought but she instantly decided to play the thought out. She stood up and stepped out of the shower and picked up Mrs Hunt’s wet knickers and skirt.
Mrs Hunt was wallowing in the attention Becky was still paying her but she was coming back to reality and opened her eyes smiling at Becky who was still sucking on her nipple.
Becky realised the sex was over although she wanted to turn the tables now and have Mrs Hunt make her cum.
Mrs Hunt smiled at Becky and leaning forward kissed her on the lips thinking it would be fun licking her breasts. She bent down and did just that and, just as she thought, she enjoyed the taste of Becky’s pert breast.
After several moments enjoying herself with Becky she opened her eyes and saw a smiling Grace looking at her holding her wet knickers and skirt. That was nice of her, she thought, but asked, “Come back in, Grace. I’ll do you and Becky now.”
Grace had other ideas as she held up the knickers.