Ms. Faraday had invited me to her home. She said she wanted to hear my side of the story about Henrietta hitting me. I knew that wasn't the reason though, her voice was just so... sexy. I'd been hoping that Ms. Faraday would invite me over one day. I heard rumors that she has sex with her students, male or female, so this should prove fun. I got dressed and fussed up, as if I was going on a date, and headed off to Ms. Faraday's home.
When I got there, I was greeted by Ms. Faraday standing in the doorway wearing her usual attire. She invited me in without fuss and guided me to the living room. I looked around a little, it wasn't so different from any other persons living room. A sectional sofa, a coffee table, an entertainment center on the far wall. "So what did you want me for Ms. Fa-" my question was cut off when I turned back towards her, not because of seeing something shocking, but because she had grabbed my head and forced a kiss onto me. I tried pulling out, but quickly realised I was being kissed by THE hottest woman I've ever seen.
I closed my eyes and began returning the kisses she gave. Her tongue plunged into my mouth after a few moments. It reached the back of my throat, and I didn't know what else to do, so I just started sucking on it. I felt one of her hands press against one of my breasts, almost instantly the kiss broke off. "Hm... that doesn't feel quite right." Ms Faraday said. She leaned back in and kissed my neck as she began to unbutton my blouse. I reached my hands up to hold onto the woman. She reached a hand behind my back, under the material of her top, and deftly undid the strap on my bra. She pulled away once more, smiled at me, and slowly removed my shirt, then my bra. I was a little ashamed as it fell to the floor, wads of tissue still in the cups, but I wasn't given time to blush over that, as Ms. Faraday's lips went to one nipple while a hand went to the other.
Ms. Faraday's tongue teased my nipple in ways that none of my boyfriends ever did, and I started moaning in pleasure. My panties were getting wet in this excitement, and my teacher must've known, because her free hand went into my crotch. Her fingers rubbed over the wet spot, then pushed the fabric aside. She shoved two fingers up inside me causing me to moan louder, I hadn't even noticed that she had stopped working on my breasts. Her hand began pumping into and around my pussy, and I started bucking my hips onto it. A hand at my back kept me from getting so wild that I fell over.
When that blessed time came, so did I. I gritted my teeth as I thrust myself onto Ms. Faraday's hand releasing a torrent of my juices. My legs went stiff and my back arched, and I felt a wave of contractions all throughout me. When I came down from my high, I realised I was lying on my back on that coffee table. Ms. Faraday held up the hand she had masturbated me with, and pushed the fingers into my mouth. I obediently began suckling on them, getting all of my fluids off of those wonderful fingers of hers.
After I had cleaned them off, Ms. Faraday kneeled down next to me. I was still somewhat exhausted, so I tried watching her as she began to take off the rest of my clothes. Tugging at my feet told me she was removing my shoes and socks, but I otherwise wouldn't have known. She came back up, unfastented the buttons of my skirt, and pulled both it, and my panties down in one quick motion. I was now laying naked on a wooden table, looked down upon by my teacher. There were few things more exciting to me at this moment. Ms. Faraday knew how to turn it up though.
She stepped back and I had a decent view of her. She slowly began lifting up her sweater, inch by inch. She held it up under her breasts for a few moments while gyrating her hips, then finished pulling it up and off. She was giving me a strip dance, I realised. She traced her fingers along her belly, slowly, until they got to the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers danced to her right side, and with a soft 'click' and 'zip' she had undone the fabric's hold on her body. It fell down her smooth legs to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of cloth and placed a stilettoed foot next to my heel next to my body.
She steadied herself a little and brought her other foot up. She was standing over me, somehow without breaking the slab we were both on. I just looked up at her body, noticing just now my position in this relation. Ms. Faraday's hands stroked along the fabric of her panties, then pulled them aside. She went to work with one hand, causing her juices to fall onto my body. I didn't recognize that I had been masturbating this whole time until I noticed how short of breath I was. When some of Ms. Faraday's juice hit me in the face, I climaxed a second time. Again, I lost control of my body, and I was writhing around on the table before losing track of my surroundings.
When I next came to, my head was sitting just under the massive udders my teacher sported. She was licking my fingers with that incredibly long tongue. I felt warmth all around my hands and sighed in content as I was held this close to her body. Then I heard something... odd. Her stomach was groaning, as if she was hungry. She was... and I was her meal.
I felt my hand enter a tight space and looked up apprehensively. Another surge of motion and I was standing up in front of Ms. Faraday, my eyes locked on hers, my arms quickly traveling into her mouth. I opened up my mouth to scream, but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled herself forward almost lightning fast. My scream ended up being muffled not only by the flesh around me, but by the flesh that she shoved inside my mouth. I was gagged by her tongue. If I wasn't so scared, I would've been humiliated.
Thankfully that appendage left, and I was free to scream my brains out... if I wasn't distracted by the sudden fact that it was now glazing my breasts. I gasped and got a mouth full of saliva. My body was pulled in further, and as my breasts entered his woman's mouth, my head went into her throat. I was aware that my hands were in a more open space than my arms. I couldn't ponder that, because I felt body go upside down.
I started kicking my legs frantically as I began sliding down the tight embrace of the throat. Despite knowing that this is NOT normal, I was getting turned on again. My elbows finally popped free into that open area, and I felt that tongue of Ms. Faraday's tickling my naval. I wondered how good it would feel if it were pierced. My body continued sliding down and soon my head was free from the tight confines of her throat... and in the tight confines of her stomach. The organ smelled terrible, like rotting meat, and I thrashed around as I began to gag on the stale air.
I was almost able to handle it, until that tongue started working on my pussy. It licked around the outer folds, dipped into my inner depths, and tickled my clit. I couldn't help it, I was reaching my orgasm. I tried breathing deeply to calm my body down, but that rancid air made me choke, and I was gasping for breath as my body reacted to the stimulants it was recieving. Even though I couldn't see a thing, I knew that my vision was starting to blur. My back began to arch and I stopped kick my legs, holding them staight up in the air. A few more quick gasps and teasing and I came. I screamed so loud that the walls around me trembled. I don't know how long I screamed, but before I could finish, my throat felt like it had collapsed. My body went limp, and while the air was still unpleasant, I couldn't help but take deep breaths to try getting back my strength.
It didn't work, Ms. Faraday's throat contracted rhythmically, forcing the rest of my weakened body to travel down into this prison of hers. A felt that tongue give me a final farewell by tickling my toes, and I was finally forced completely inside. It wasn't comfortable, being trapped in a round chamber in ways that felt they'd cause my bones to snap, so I started kicking around. I managed to get into a position that didn't feel like I was being bent in half lay back.
I don't think that, even if I COULD find a way out, Ms. Faraday would let me stay out, so I just accepted my fate. Well, not entirely accepted. I cried... Tears flooded my eyes as I gasped for a hopeful breath in that place. While I did so I thought of my life until this point. Mom and Dad... what would they think happened to me? I never told them where I was going. They might start a search. Jamie, my little sister... She'd probably sneak into my room and steal my make up. I don't think any of my boyfriends would care, as I've worked up a reputation as a heartbreaker. There was one last person I thought about before I drifted to sleep, Henrietta. We used to be friends, but then I decided to become a huge bitch. If I could, I'd like to make amends with her. Pipedreams. That's all that is.
It was some time before I woke up again, and when I did, everything felt... disconnected. Like I wasn't where I was. I felt something hit me in the head, and reflexively I turned myself around and struck my foot at whatever it was. That's when I felt that my foot wasn't all there. I reached down to feel it, only to find that I couldn't. My body was numb. Then I smelled it, that rotting flesh scent, only it was stronger. I think, unconciously, I knew. I was being digested. I guess I slept through the worst part of it, and was now just experiencing the final stages. I tried reaching out to myself with my mind.
Surprisingly, it worked. I could feel that my feet and hands were mostly gones, just a few bones each were left. The skin and most of the muscle on my arms and legs were likewise in the puddle that was around me. My torso was still muscled, but my womb and intestines were starting to go from the inside out. My head remained above the liquid, so it wasn't affected, aside from the smell. I decided I didn't like this... slowly being broken down. I'm going to die, so it might as well be quick.
I rolled back, dunking my head under the acid, and took a deep breath. I almost came back up for air immediately, but I brought control over myself. I stayed down, breathing in, choking on the foul tasting liquid, realising that I was also swallowing paieces of myself. My face was starting to feel the pain of digestion. I tried ignoring it, but it felt like it was being run over an industrial grinder, and that my eyes were being ripped out of my skull. I think I managed quite well to keep consciousness like that, considering I had forcing my lungs to be digested and couldn't breath. I finally blacked out again, hopefully next time I'll be in the afterlife... if there is one.
I don't know how long it was, I don't know where I was, but I was no longer in the stomach of Ms. Faraday. Everything felt so soft. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in what could only be described as a white field. I didn't see anything, but I felt it. There was something holding onto me. Remembering how I identified my body earlier, I reached out and felt... "Henrietta?"
When I got there, I was greeted by Ms. Faraday standing in the doorway wearing her usual attire. She invited me in without fuss and guided me to the living room. I looked around a little, it wasn't so different from any other persons living room. A sectional sofa, a coffee table, an entertainment center on the far wall. "So what did you want me for Ms. Fa-" my question was cut off when I turned back towards her, not because of seeing something shocking, but because she had grabbed my head and forced a kiss onto me. I tried pulling out, but quickly realised I was being kissed by THE hottest woman I've ever seen.
I closed my eyes and began returning the kisses she gave. Her tongue plunged into my mouth after a few moments. It reached the back of my throat, and I didn't know what else to do, so I just started sucking on it. I felt one of her hands press against one of my breasts, almost instantly the kiss broke off. "Hm... that doesn't feel quite right." Ms Faraday said. She leaned back in and kissed my neck as she began to unbutton my blouse. I reached my hands up to hold onto the woman. She reached a hand behind my back, under the material of her top, and deftly undid the strap on my bra. She pulled away once more, smiled at me, and slowly removed my shirt, then my bra. I was a little ashamed as it fell to the floor, wads of tissue still in the cups, but I wasn't given time to blush over that, as Ms. Faraday's lips went to one nipple while a hand went to the other.
Ms. Faraday's tongue teased my nipple in ways that none of my boyfriends ever did, and I started moaning in pleasure. My panties were getting wet in this excitement, and my teacher must've known, because her free hand went into my crotch. Her fingers rubbed over the wet spot, then pushed the fabric aside. She shoved two fingers up inside me causing me to moan louder, I hadn't even noticed that she had stopped working on my breasts. Her hand began pumping into and around my pussy, and I started bucking my hips onto it. A hand at my back kept me from getting so wild that I fell over.
When that blessed time came, so did I. I gritted my teeth as I thrust myself onto Ms. Faraday's hand releasing a torrent of my juices. My legs went stiff and my back arched, and I felt a wave of contractions all throughout me. When I came down from my high, I realised I was lying on my back on that coffee table. Ms. Faraday held up the hand she had masturbated me with, and pushed the fingers into my mouth. I obediently began suckling on them, getting all of my fluids off of those wonderful fingers of hers.
After I had cleaned them off, Ms. Faraday kneeled down next to me. I was still somewhat exhausted, so I tried watching her as she began to take off the rest of my clothes. Tugging at my feet told me she was removing my shoes and socks, but I otherwise wouldn't have known. She came back up, unfastented the buttons of my skirt, and pulled both it, and my panties down in one quick motion. I was now laying naked on a wooden table, looked down upon by my teacher. There were few things more exciting to me at this moment. Ms. Faraday knew how to turn it up though.
She stepped back and I had a decent view of her. She slowly began lifting up her sweater, inch by inch. She held it up under her breasts for a few moments while gyrating her hips, then finished pulling it up and off. She was giving me a strip dance, I realised. She traced her fingers along her belly, slowly, until they got to the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers danced to her right side, and with a soft 'click' and 'zip' she had undone the fabric's hold on her body. It fell down her smooth legs to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of cloth and placed a stilettoed foot next to my heel next to my body.
She steadied herself a little and brought her other foot up. She was standing over me, somehow without breaking the slab we were both on. I just looked up at her body, noticing just now my position in this relation. Ms. Faraday's hands stroked along the fabric of her panties, then pulled them aside. She went to work with one hand, causing her juices to fall onto my body. I didn't recognize that I had been masturbating this whole time until I noticed how short of breath I was. When some of Ms. Faraday's juice hit me in the face, I climaxed a second time. Again, I lost control of my body, and I was writhing around on the table before losing track of my surroundings.
When I next came to, my head was sitting just under the massive udders my teacher sported. She was licking my fingers with that incredibly long tongue. I felt warmth all around my hands and sighed in content as I was held this close to her body. Then I heard something... odd. Her stomach was groaning, as if she was hungry. She was... and I was her meal.
I felt my hand enter a tight space and looked up apprehensively. Another surge of motion and I was standing up in front of Ms. Faraday, my eyes locked on hers, my arms quickly traveling into her mouth. I opened up my mouth to scream, but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled herself forward almost lightning fast. My scream ended up being muffled not only by the flesh around me, but by the flesh that she shoved inside my mouth. I was gagged by her tongue. If I wasn't so scared, I would've been humiliated.
Thankfully that appendage left, and I was free to scream my brains out... if I wasn't distracted by the sudden fact that it was now glazing my breasts. I gasped and got a mouth full of saliva. My body was pulled in further, and as my breasts entered his woman's mouth, my head went into her throat. I was aware that my hands were in a more open space than my arms. I couldn't ponder that, because I felt body go upside down.
I started kicking my legs frantically as I began sliding down the tight embrace of the throat. Despite knowing that this is NOT normal, I was getting turned on again. My elbows finally popped free into that open area, and I felt that tongue of Ms. Faraday's tickling my naval. I wondered how good it would feel if it were pierced. My body continued sliding down and soon my head was free from the tight confines of her throat... and in the tight confines of her stomach. The organ smelled terrible, like rotting meat, and I thrashed around as I began to gag on the stale air.
I was almost able to handle it, until that tongue started working on my pussy. It licked around the outer folds, dipped into my inner depths, and tickled my clit. I couldn't help it, I was reaching my orgasm. I tried breathing deeply to calm my body down, but that rancid air made me choke, and I was gasping for breath as my body reacted to the stimulants it was recieving. Even though I couldn't see a thing, I knew that my vision was starting to blur. My back began to arch and I stopped kick my legs, holding them staight up in the air. A few more quick gasps and teasing and I came. I screamed so loud that the walls around me trembled. I don't know how long I screamed, but before I could finish, my throat felt like it had collapsed. My body went limp, and while the air was still unpleasant, I couldn't help but take deep breaths to try getting back my strength.
It didn't work, Ms. Faraday's throat contracted rhythmically, forcing the rest of my weakened body to travel down into this prison of hers. A felt that tongue give me a final farewell by tickling my toes, and I was finally forced completely inside. It wasn't comfortable, being trapped in a round chamber in ways that felt they'd cause my bones to snap, so I started kicking around. I managed to get into a position that didn't feel like I was being bent in half lay back.
I don't think that, even if I COULD find a way out, Ms. Faraday would let me stay out, so I just accepted my fate. Well, not entirely accepted. I cried... Tears flooded my eyes as I gasped for a hopeful breath in that place. While I did so I thought of my life until this point. Mom and Dad... what would they think happened to me? I never told them where I was going. They might start a search. Jamie, my little sister... She'd probably sneak into my room and steal my make up. I don't think any of my boyfriends would care, as I've worked up a reputation as a heartbreaker. There was one last person I thought about before I drifted to sleep, Henrietta. We used to be friends, but then I decided to become a huge bitch. If I could, I'd like to make amends with her. Pipedreams. That's all that is.
It was some time before I woke up again, and when I did, everything felt... disconnected. Like I wasn't where I was. I felt something hit me in the head, and reflexively I turned myself around and struck my foot at whatever it was. That's when I felt that my foot wasn't all there. I reached down to feel it, only to find that I couldn't. My body was numb. Then I smelled it, that rotting flesh scent, only it was stronger. I think, unconciously, I knew. I was being digested. I guess I slept through the worst part of it, and was now just experiencing the final stages. I tried reaching out to myself with my mind.
Surprisingly, it worked. I could feel that my feet and hands were mostly gones, just a few bones each were left. The skin and most of the muscle on my arms and legs were likewise in the puddle that was around me. My torso was still muscled, but my womb and intestines were starting to go from the inside out. My head remained above the liquid, so it wasn't affected, aside from the smell. I decided I didn't like this... slowly being broken down. I'm going to die, so it might as well be quick.
I rolled back, dunking my head under the acid, and took a deep breath. I almost came back up for air immediately, but I brought control over myself. I stayed down, breathing in, choking on the foul tasting liquid, realising that I was also swallowing paieces of myself. My face was starting to feel the pain of digestion. I tried ignoring it, but it felt like it was being run over an industrial grinder, and that my eyes were being ripped out of my skull. I think I managed quite well to keep consciousness like that, considering I had forcing my lungs to be digested and couldn't breath. I finally blacked out again, hopefully next time I'll be in the afterlife... if there is one.
I don't know how long it was, I don't know where I was, but I was no longer in the stomach of Ms. Faraday. Everything felt so soft. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in what could only be described as a white field. I didn't see anything, but I felt it. There was something holding onto me. Remembering how I identified my body earlier, I reached out and felt... "Henrietta?"
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Posted by Imstillyourfood 15 years ago Report
=) part 3? *cries* im so happy!
Posted by Scorpi 15 years ago Report
I liked this series a lot. I can't get enough of those teacher eating student stories and this one had only females in it too :)
Posted by acrylic 15 years ago Report
waiting for part 4!
Posted by Gypa 15 years ago Report
Me tooo............
Posted by Misasura 15 years ago Report
Sorry, may not come for a while. Been back home and I've got tons of distractions.
Posted by rugli 13 years ago Report
Two years of distractions I guess?
Posted by ILLEGAL ALIEN 93 14 years ago Report
This story is really good I hope that part 4 IL be out soon
Posted by Junogray 10 years ago Report
a very nice set, though teasing us with the vore story equivalent of Half-life 3... oh well I guess I can imagine most of what happens
Posted by Misasura 10 years ago Report
That's not a fair comparison. I actually DID make a part 3. :P
Posted by Junogray 10 years ago Report
probably not, was making a silly reference to the it will come out... eventually aspect
Posted by Apostolos 10 years ago Report
So any idea when the next parts ready?
Posted by Slimshod 8 years ago Report
Dude this was great. Any hope of a part 4?
Posted by Stardust1dragon 4 years ago Report
It's been a literal decade, I do hope you make a part 4 soon.