Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

A strange fuzziness washed over Kristen’s mind.

She smiled, glad that Natalie and Beth were having a good date with her brother. They were both good girls. Not at all like the slutty versions of themselves Kristen wrote in her naughty journal. Just like Ms. Waters wasn’t a free-use slut and her father wasn’t really fucking Britney and Noriko right now.

Kristen leaned back in her chair, wondering what to right next. Class pictures were coming up… Was there something there?

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Kristen sat down to have her school picture taken. The photographer was a buttoned-up woman named Ms. Franchella. She had her black hair up in a bun and red-horned glasses perched on her nose. She wore pants and a turtleneck.

She had the look of a woman that needed to go wild and… My big sister Sheila was next in line to get her yearbook picture taken. I hadn’t included her in a story yet. Sheila was studying hard to get into medical school. She wanted to be a doctor. She was premed with a 3. 9 GPA.

“Lift your chin,” Ms. Franchella barked. She had a strict and dominating personality. Kristen could tell the photographer brooked no arguments.

Kristen lifted her head, her pussy molten. She had her special journal in her backpack. It was time to pen another story. She smiled and the lights flashed as the picture was taken. She stood and darted out of the room, so eager to write her next story.

She dashed into a bathroom, glad the yearbook picture-taking had so disrupted the school day, she could get away with spending some time writing her next story. She pulled out the journal, her pen, and started writing.

* * *

Sheila Miller

I caught a glimpse of my sister Kristen dashing off. She was a quiet one. Always locked in her room. She only had one friend, Natalie, and that girl was wrapped up in dating my younger brother Carter. Both she and that goth chick were dating my brother.

I didn’t care. I dated sometimes, but mostly to blow off steam. I had to keep working hard. I would go to Johns Hopkins and be a pioneer in oncology. There were cures to cancer, and I burned to find new ones. Maybe to stop it all the way, so I had to focus on academics.

“Sit,” Ms. Franchella said. She had such a severe look in her jeans and turtleneck.

I sat down at once on the stool, adjusting my pink skirt. I wore one of my Sunday dresses, my white stockings peeking out beneath the hem. I straightened my back and peered at the camera. The photographer’s eyes were hard behind the lenses of her red-horned glasses.

“Smile,” she barked at me.

It was hard with that severe expression on her face.

“I don’t have all day. Smile!”

* * *

Ms. Franchella knows just how to get my sister to smile. It’s not enough that Ms. Franchella looks hot in her low-cut blouse and tight, short leather skirt, she wants the students she photographs to look equally as hot and sexy. Beautiful or hunky.

She saunters forward toward my sister and purrs, “I know how to put a smile on your lips.”

* * *

Sheila Miller

I swallowed as Ms. Franchella sauntered forward, her big boobs jiggling in her low-cut blouse. Her short, leather skirt hugs her hips and shows off the stops of her thigh-high stockings. She leaned forward, her boobs almost spilling out of her blouse.

“I know just how to put a smile on your lips,” she purred, such a gorgeous woman.

I was having trouble smiling because of how stunning she was. She made me feel… wet the way no boy I had dated did. No one had me squirming in place and soaking my panties, but Ms. Franchella… she oozed sexuality with her black hair in that delicious bun and her glasses perched on her nose. A sexy and kinky librarian. That’s what she looked like.

I didn’t get why that turned me on.

Ms. Franchella knelt before me. Her hands touched my bare ankles covered in my white stockings. A pair of thigh-highs. Mom always bought me thigh-highs. She said women should only wear thigh-highs not full pantyhose. She always had this wicked gleam in her eyes that made me think of how she screamed her head off while Dad was making love to her.

Now… I shuddered as the heat ran up my legs. Ms. Franchella pushed my skirt up my legs as she slid higher and higher. I swallowed as the shivers grew stronger. Waves of heat washed out of my pussy. I was so wet, soaking my panties.

She shoved my skirt past my knees and pressed the material up higher. It bunched around my waist as I squirmed there. Her hands slid from the silky nylons to my bare thighs. I gasped at the burning contact, my pussy clenching.

“Ms. Franchella,” I whimpered. “Are you supposed to do this?”

“This is what they pay me for,” I purred. “To make you students look so sexy.”

Her hands reached my panties. I whimpered as she hooked them and drew them down. The sweet musk of my pussy filled my nose. I breathed it in as she rolled my panties down my thighs. She worked them lower and lower. Past my knees. Down my calves. She held them up and shoved them into her cleavage, the pink fabric peeking out.

“Yes, yes, this will put a smile on your lips,” she purred and buried her face into my trimmed bush. My curls rustled against her face. I gasped as a woman kissed my twat for the first time. No guy had ever gone down on me, either.

“Oh, god,” I groaned as she licked me. Her tongue traveled slowly up my slit. I shuddered as she stroked over my bud. Pleasure burst from my clit. “Oh, my god.”

“Mmm, that’s right,” Ms. Franchella purred into my pussy. “Ooh, you have such a sweet cunt, honey.”

She licked me again. I squeezed my eyes shut at how amazing it was. I had sex a few times. Nothing to write home about. My boyfriends enjoyed it more than me. But this… This was amazing. Her tongue felt so wonderful on my silky folds.

She licked up and down me. She drove me wild with that naughty tongue. I shuddered, whimpering at how great this was. I would have a huge climax. She stroked her tongue up to my clit and danced around my bud.

“Oh, Ms. Franchella,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. I can’t believe the school pays you to do this.”

“We want you to be perfect for your photo,” she moaned and thrust her tongue into my pussy. I gasped at the way she wiggled around in me.

This was just amazing. I couldn’t believe how wondrous it was having a sexy woman eating my pussy. Her glasses shifted on her nose while those intense eyes of hers peered up at me. I whimpered, my skirt rustling as she fucked her tongue in and out of me.

It was wonderful having her do that. I loved her plunging that tongue deep into me and pulling it out. I savored every last second of that delight. I felt my orgasm building in me. This wasn’t like when I fingered myself. This was something bigger.

“Ms. Franchella,” I gasped.

She knew just what she was doing. This was so insane. I savored that delight. I came closer and closer to bursting as she swirled her tongue around in me. My eyes rolled back in my head. The chair creaked beneath me.

She flicked her tongue up to my clit. I loved how she did that. She flicked her tongue around my bud. That was even better. I just loved it so much. She was driving me wild. I would have a huge orgasm. Just a big one.

“Fuck!” gasped.

“Language, young lady,” she purred and suckled on my clit.

“Sorry, sorry!” I whimpered, my head tossing. “It just feels so good. You’re driving me wild. Oh, that’s it. I… I… Yes!”

I burst in orgasmic delight. The pleasure swept through me. Waves of delight washed through my body and drowned my mind. Stars flashed across my vision as my pussy gushed juices. She licked them up. Ms. Franchella feasted on my cunt.

I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head. I shuddered there, whimpering at the delight. She flicked her tongue over my folds, gathering up all my sweet cream gushing out of me I whimpered at the delight sweeping through me.

It was majestic. Just fantastic to have all this rapture drowning my mind. I trembled, my heart beating a wild beat in my chest. It was so good. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned in delight at the pleasure of this.

“Oh, Ms. Franchella!” I squealed as my orgasm hit that wonderful peak. It was so amazing. I was glad to have all that pleasure sweeping through me. “Oh, oh, oh!”

She pushed my thighs apart and rose, my pussy cream dripping from her chin. In such a stern voice, she purred, “Don’t move!”

I just smiled for the camera as she headed back, my legs spread wide, showing off my sandy-blonde bush dripping in juices. She took the picture. The lights flashed. I shuddered as I licked my lips, feeling so good.

“Mmm, rosy cheeks. Pussy wet and dripping. Thighs spread apart. Yes, yes, you looked so sexy.” The photographer smiled. “You can leave.”

“I was wondering…” I shuddered, staring at her and that short, leather skirt. She had such gorgeous legs. “May I… eat your pussy. I think… I think I want to try that.”

“I do have photos to take, so come kneel before me and don’t bump into my tripod.”

“Yes, Ms. Franchella.”

I shuddered and darted forward. I moved around the camera and knelt. Luckily, the legs were situated so I could kneel before her and not bump into them. I pushed up her leather skirt and found her pussy shaved and dripping. A spicy aroma filled my nose as I stared at her pussy. A woman’s pussy.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I buried my face into her pussy and licked at her. I stroked my tongue through her folds and gathered up her spicy juices. I loved the flavor. It was just so lovely to taste her. I savored that wonderful bliss. It was just perfect.

I licked and lapped at her as someone entered. A guy gasped, “Shit.”

“Language,” said Ms. Franchella. “Now stand there and place your foot on the stool. Good, good. I can see that bulge. You’re getting turned on watching her lick my pussy.”

“I am,” said the guy. That was Hank the quarterback. “Wow, that is hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned as I tongued Ms. Franchella’s pussy. Just knowing that a boy was watching me eating out the gorgeous and mature woman had me shuddering. She was like… a MILF.