Title: Tales by maami || Written by Aooms

Episode 4.5: CONFIDENT BUT GUILTY

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As I gathered myself, I noticed her curly, black hair. It had always been short, but brown and straight, more of the stereotypical lesbian hairstyle. This made her look shockingly strange, but a whole lot more attractive.

“Sorry, Miss Stella…you look different!”

“You’re telling me! What about you?”

“Ah yeah…” I said awkwardly.

“What happened?” she inquired.

Mr Hassan had already informed me he would press the matter further, there was no point hiding the truth now, everyone would find out soon enough, especially if this went to higher authorities in the school.

“Kunle” I replied bluntly.

“Football fight?” she guessed smartly.

“Yep, stupid fight too, over nothing.”

“I’ve never liked him” she said sympathetically, with half a smile, in a joking manner. “Where are you going?”

“Need to pop to the toilet, get some toilet paper to clean up my face and stop this leaky nose!”

“Ahh you poor thing. You know what…come with me, the staff toilets is right here, I’ll help you” she said, offering her hand.

“That’s very kind of you, but that might be a bit weird…I mean you aren’t my mum” I laughed.

“No, but I do know first aid…plus the staff toilet has nice tissue paper, not rough, cheap toilet paper.”

She had proposed a decent argument. Her hand was still lingering out there, and I took it, not really thinking anything of the situation. She led me into the staff toilets, the female ones. These weren’t the main ones, it was just one small room, the size of a disabled toilet, with a toilet and a sink and one of those baby changing areas…I wonder why they have that in a school, I pondered unnecessarily, as she turned on the taps and grabbed some tissue paper. She softly put one hand on my cheek and used the other with tissues to wipe the blood off my face. She held the tissue firmly against my nose and told me to lean forward. We stayed in that position for a minute or so, before I asked about her change of hairstyle.

“Oh you know, I just felt like having a bit of a change up in my life, try something new, something to catch the eyes of the men hopefully,” she sighed.

“Oh right…” I said, “well it looks good” I said, unsure whether I should say something that personal to a teacher, not daring to make eye contact via the mirror.

“Aww, thanks sweetie” she said, and gave me a bit of a hug. I tried to take a sneak peek at her through the mirror and saw she had a bit of a smug smile on her face, as though my comment had been a real pick me up to her day. My eyes travelled downwards, as I looked at what she was wearing. She was wearing a red blouse with a tight black skirt and black tights. Her boobs were pushing up against the shiny material, I couldn’t tell whether her nipples were visible or not. I flicked my eyes back up to her face and to my horror, realised she had seen where I was looking. I rapidly averted my eyes and then closed them, pretending to wince in pain again. I wondered if she would say anything or kick me out for staring and leering at her boobs, but she carried on as if nothing had happened. I barely dared to breathe for the next minute or so, then bravely decided to converse a little more with her.

“Don’t you have a lesson to teach now?”

“Nah, got a free…was just coming to the toilet, then was going to head to the teachers lounge for a while. You must have a lesson now?”

“Yeah but Mr Hassan told me to come and sort myself out.”

“I’m not surprised, ” she chuckled.

I laughed a little and felt any tension which may have occurred from that awkward moment had disappeared.

“That reminds me, I really need to pee” she said.

“Sorry, I’ll step outside for a minute, I feel almost fine anyway, I think the bleeding’s stopped” I said, looking at myself in the mirror. I blinked to try and get rid of the water in my eye and look closer.

“Ah don’t worry dear, you can barely see as it is anyway, just don’t peek” she said in a light hearted manner.

This was becoming very strange. Helping me sort my injuries out was, albeit a bit intimate given the scenario, still professional. Her taking her skirt off a mere metre behind me was definitely going past the borderline. I was a bit uncomfortable with this but didn’t really mind. She was right, I could barely open one eye anyway. She had been speaking with a very motherly tone earlier too, it wasn’t as though she was making a move.

As I contemplated this, I heard her unzipping her skirt and pushing her tights to the ground before sitting down and doing her business. I could hear it gushing into the toilet and was beginning to struggle to control myself from looking. As she finished she got up and turned around to flush the toilet. I opened my eyes and sneakily checked her ass out as she leaned over, facing away from me. Her white bum jiggled a little as she flushed. It was smooth and perfectly shaped and I almost started to drool just staring at it. I was captivated by its sheer beauty. She turned back around and I hastily gazed away from the mirror and pretended I had kept my eyes closed the entire time with my head down and tissue pressed to my nose. I heard her pull up her tights and rezip the skirt.

“All done” she said. “Your nose seems to have stopped bleeding” she commented.

“Almost,” I squeaked, still reeling from the image of her ass. It seemed to have printed itself permanently onto my brain. It would be a memory I knew I would cherish forever. “Still dripping a little.”

“Well, pop your shirt off dear and I’ll clean it out, you just carry on holding the tissues there for a few more minutes.”

“Erm…” I stammered, feeling pretty self-conscious now that she had asked for me to take my shirt off. This was certainly going down a road I had not expected 5 minutes ago.

“Come on, nothing to be embarrassed about, it will be easier to wipe against the table…and I did just take my bottom half off in front of you!”

“True” I said and hesitantly unbuttoned my shirt and handed it over to her. I stood there awkwardly, top half naked, still holding the tissue to my nose as she pored over the shirt, cleaning the mess up. Again, I was being presented with a nice view of her ass. It wiggled invitingly at me, as she leant over my shirt. I couldn’t stop myself from fantasising about pushing her skirt up, ripping her tights and panties off and stick my preeq straight into her welcome, tight ass and smacking her juicy ass until it turned red and knacking her raw until I came all over her sexy bum. Again, I felt the blood rush towards my member and felt it start to rise again.

“There we go,” she said, turning around and holding up the shirt for me to inspect. “Good as new…well almost.”

I reached out to take it but she flapped my hand away and shushed me down and then offered the sleeve to my arm, helping my put it back on. Once it was draped over my shoulders, she began to button it up, from top to bottom. She was pressed up against me now, very close, my rising dick was beginning to push into her smooth stomach. I began to worry, fuck why did I have to get a boner now of all times. I was sure she could probably feel it, or at least something there, and as she moved further down towards my navel, I could see right down her blouse. Her cleavage was being displayed, magnificently showing off her ample bosom. Her tits were heaving up and down in tandem with her inhalation. My dick lurched at this sight and almost sprung out of my trousers. It knocked against her stomach powerfully, craving to be touched.

Shit, I thought to myself, she definitely felt that, there’s no way she couldn’t have. I am in such deep shit. However, she just carried on as though nothing had happened and reached the bottom of my shirt.

“Can’t have you walking around school with an untucked shirt,” she tutted, and began to tuck it into the waistline of my trousers. As she reached the front of my trousers, her hand pushed the shirt into my trousers and accidentally brushed against my raging hard on. It jumped aggressively at the sudden feel of contact, desiring more. I couldn’t control myself.

“Oh God, wow, I’m sorry,” she said awkwardly, “I didn’t mean to -”

“Shit I’m so sorry it’s my fault completely, ” I said, hanging my head ashamedly.

“No no, it’s my fault, I didn’t realise all this would be turning you on. You poor boy, first being hit today and now being teased like this. Well I’ve taken care of you so much today…may as well complete the job” she slyly said, winking at me.

I was lost for words. Had she just offered to help me relieve myself? Before I could spend too much time wondering what she had meant, she pulled my trousers and boxers to the ground, releasing my weapon from its prison. It sprang into the air, relishing the lack of pressure on it. She grabbed the base of my preeq with one hand and held it firmly, inspecting it back and forth.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My head was spinning, all the blood in my entire body felt as though it was rushing through my enlargening dick. She slowly began to rub my dick with one hand whilst fondling my pulsing balls with the other.

“God that feels incredible” I said, unable to resist this new found delight that was a handjob. She smiled devilishly and began to rub faster, and to my immense pleasure, began to lick the tip of my preeq. I moaned in pleasure as she set my nerve endings on fire, before she engulfed the entire head with her mouth and start to bob up and down. She continued to rub the base of my preeq with one hand and used her other to caress the rest of my body. After a few moments, she moved off my preeq, and quickly tugged her blouse, skirt and tights off so she was left in just her lingerie. She resumed taking my dick in her mouth. I felt my cock grow even harder than before having been greeted with the opportunity to stare at her gorgeous body. Her ample breasts squeezed into a purple bra and taut abs. She looked even better than any pornstar I had ever seen because she looked real, rather than fake and dolled up.

After another minute or so, I felt myself began to tense up. This had been a million times better than wanking to porn and I couldn’t last much longer. I pushed her off my preeq and pulled her up, so my boner poked into her belly. I pulled her face into mine and began to kiss her, ravishing her mouth, our tongues intertwined, attacking one another, both attempting to dominate. My hands moved all over her body, through her hair, grasping her ass, rubbing up and down her back, before I settled on pulling her bra off. A few moments of struggling later and her bra fell to the ground.

As I stared at the first set of boobs I had ever seen in my life, my preeq launched back into life, throbbing against her body. She giggled and grasped at it with one hand, and recommenced wanking me off, changing her pace and grip all the time and occasionally flicking the tip of my preeq with her thumb, which would send me into new realms of pleasure. I grabbed at her boobs, unable to resist, and start fondling them, relishing their soft nature, yet firm. Her areolas were a dark purple colour, a stark contrast to her milky flesh, her nipples protuding sharply, begging to be touched. I excitedly began to squeeze and play with her nipples, and bent down to lick one of them. She shuddered with satisfaction as I continued to suck and softly nibble at her tender nipples.

She stopped rubbing my preeq and instead placed it between her two thighs and squeezed her legs together, not too tightly, but so my preeq was resting between her flesh and pushing against her ass through her knickers. I could feel they were soaking wet, and she began to slowly move her legs so my shaft would slide up and down, rubbing against her hole giving us both insane delight.

Moments later, I realised I was about to blow the hugest load of my life.

“I’m about to cum” I gasped, and she instantly fell to her knees and took my preeq back in her mouth, this time further than before, managing to take all 7 inches deep into her throat. She squeezed my tightening balls and began to lick my preeq with her tongue. I couldn’t take this any more and start blowing streams of cum, painting the back of her throat. After a few jets of cum, she pushed my preeq out of her mouth, swallowed the load I had deposited and gasped for air, but continued to rapidly stroke my preeq. More cum soared out of my preeq, landing on her face, hair and finally, a few drops on her boobs. She milked me dry and squeezed my preeq, trying to get every last ounce of cum out.

“Fuuuuuck ” I said, having never experienced such a thrilling orgasm in my entire life. I was disappointed I hadn’t got the chance to make her climax or even take her panties off, but I was too tired to even do anything, as she took my still hard and throbbing member back into her mouth, licking it dry.

“That was incredible, thank you so much” I gratefully said to her.

“You’re very welcome, such a shame we can’t do this again, ” she said, between sucking my preeq off as it slowly began to soften.

My heart fell a proverbial mile as she said this. I hadn’t really thought of the future but I had just taste the sweetness of a blowjob and I wasn’t ready to stop having sex now. I wanted more.

“Why not?” was all I managed to get out of my mouth.

“Well I’m your teacher…what I’ve just done was technically illegal, but you’re a special student of mine, so maybe we just keep this quiet and enjoy the memory. I’m sure you’re more interested in girls your own age anyway.”

I glumly sighed as she returned to licking and rubbing my semi-erect preeq. Suddenly a plan formulated in my mind. I didn’t have much time and was just reacting on impulse, running on the adrenaline of the moment. I grabbed my phone from my shirt’s top pocket and start taking a video of her, and some pictures as well. She was too busy rubbing my preeq to notice.

“Oh yeah, ” I moaned.

“You like that baby?” she replied, still staring at my preeq. Exactly the reaction I needed. It made the video clearly look like she was doing this very willingly, not under coercion from me.

I hid the phone away as she stood up and tucked my preeq back into my trousers and watched as she cleaned herself up of my cum and put her clothes back on. I didn’t say anything, just watched and contemplated my next move.

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“I hope you’re feeling better.”

“Definitely, thanks for helping me sort out my nose and my…you know”. I gestured to my preeq.

“No problem,” she replied, “just make sure you keep this our little secret.”

“I will…so when can we do this again?” I inquired, pulling her into my body and putting one hand on her arse.

“I’m sorry but I really don’t think we should. As fun as that was, it’s not right.”

She tried to move away from me and walk to the door.

“Really?” I said, grasping one of her hands tightly. “Doesn’t seem fair that I shouldn’t get a chance to see your pussy but you got to spend so much time with my preeq?”

The smile had gone from her face and there was a flicker of fear as she couldn’t get rid of my vice like grip on her arm. She struggled for a minute and then stopped.

“Well I am incredibly wet right now, do you want to lick me out and get me to climax all over your pretty face?” she asked.

“No. It’s almost the end of the lesson, Mr Hassan will be wondering what has happened, I need to get back. Believe me, I would much rather stay and eat you out and ram your hole till you scream my name in pleasure.”

“Well Wale, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to meet up again and do this. I know teachers who have done this and landed themselves in a lot of trouble. You’re a lovely young man, you’ll get more girls over the next year, I’m certain…enjoy your time with them and let me be a great memory you can cherish.”

“I don’t think so. You see, I want pu*sy. Sure I want girls from my year, but now that I’ve been with you, I want you. And I will have you.”

“I’m sorry Wale but this is not negotiable. You’ve had a good time, I’ve been incredibly nice to you here, it’s over.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I said, pulling out my phone and showing the pictures and video to her. Her eyes widened in fear and she tried to grab my phone. I held it out of her reach as she struggled against me. As she started trying to attack me, I relinquished my grip on the phone and handed it over. She instantly deleted them from my phone.

“There, now you have nothing. I’m leaving.”

“Ha I’m not stupid. Look here, I’ve already emailed them in an attachment to my home email account from my school email. I’m not logged in on my phone to that one by the way”, as she began to surf the internet to delete the email.

“You are in my power. From now on you will do as I say, when I say. You got that?”

I contemplated calling her bitch, but couldn’t bring myself to do it, instead I spanked her ass. She stared at me fearfully. I stared at her as coldly as I could. I was not a bad person, in fact I could barely believe I was doing this, being so incredibly cruel, but I was being given such an incredible opportunity I simply could not pass it up. I could see her struggling to come to terms with this sudden change of events. I had no intentions of going to the police with this, if she refused to do as I said, but there was no way she could be sure of that. I wasn’t even sure I would have it in my to rape her, if she didn’t do as I said…I was only going to see her on school territory, I would get in more trouble if I got caught forcing her or having her scream as I tried to rape her, I’d be sent to prison despite what she did to me.

“Wale, please” was all she said.

“The sooner you accept this, the better it will be. I’m not going to hurt you, you know me, I’ve always been a kind and friendly person in school to everyone, in spite of what may have happened in the heat of the moment earlier today with Kunle. I want to enjoy you and you will experience great pleasure too. It’s a fantastic offer for both of us. All we need to do is keep it a secret from everyone else. If not…” I waved the phone at her.

She sighed and nodded, turning her head to face the floor.

“4:30. I’ll see you in your room, ok?”

She didn’t say anything, just jerked her head to nod. A few tears were running down her face. I felt horrible but knew I couldn’t try and show her too much sympathy.

“Don’t cry Miss S. You’ll enjoy this. We’ll have fun, you know you will.”

She didn’t reply, so I gave her ass one last squeeze before slowly creeping out of the bathroom and headed back to class, head held high, stalking through the corridors as though I owned the place, walking with pure, unadulterated arrogance ebbing from my body.

And there it was. I had found it. Confidence.

Tayo: is that all?

Wale: yes , that’s how everything went

Tayo: the story was sweet , the zobo in the story is just too cold sha (meaning the lies in the story was too much).

Wale: I’m serious , i’m not lying.

Tayo: prove it?

That’s how wale brought out his phone and showed me all the pictures and videos of him with Miss Stella.
But come to think of it I wasn’t wrong when I said Wale was a dumb nigga, was how he was going to tell maami and show maami all the pictures and video, it’s common sense maami will tell him to delete everything and she call miss Stella to advice her. Well lucky him maami is not around but I really don’t have an advice to give him.
“Let me think about it and help you use style ask maami, I let you know the outcome but for now keep it a secret , don’t tell anybody or show anybody the videos and pictures” I said.

What do you guys think?

TO BE CONTINUED……..

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