A lesson with Miss. Lacey

"Miss Lacey? Would you come read this please?"
She smiles and agrees quite complacently,
She always played her part splendidly.
Leaning over my shoulder, her perfume engulfed me,
Reminding me of her bedsheets this morning.
I looked up, saw the whole class not paying us any attention.

She placed her head close to mine to read the work,
And I whispered "Would you keep me behind today miss?
I wish to lift your skirt, part your thighs and make you cum"
She froze and just looked at me, a blush rising over her skin.
Her whole porcelain body flushed when I touched it in bed.
She walked away and ignored me for the rest of the lesson.
Those fifteen minutes I found quite funny with her sulking,
I was still smiling when the bell went.
"Bella, will you stay behind please?"
"Yes Miss"

I locked the doors after the last student
"You can stop calling me Miss now Bella as well"
"If I'm honest with you Lucille, I dont intend much talking.
Sit on your desk and part your legs for me"
I made no hurry in getting to her,
Letting her tension from the lesson just build and build.
As I reached her I pushed her skirt over her slender thighs,
The skin velvet to my finger tips.

I took her jaw in my hand and kissed her with all my passion,
The first kiss was always the sweetest.
Burning need engulfed us both,
Hands greedily possessing each other,
Tongues clashing, fusing, hot and hungry.
I broke the kiss to remove her white lace knickers,
And the sight of her soft pink flesh open willingly to me
Weakened my knees and fueled my desire.

Moving her to the edge, I knelt before the desk
And looking up to her I pressed two fingers deep within her.
She veiled her eyes and let her head fall back in pleasure.
I loved watched her melt under my touches;
The soft little cries and moans she made,
The way she used to arch her back when teased.

I bent my head to her pussy, wet and swollen for me,
Still my fingers worked inside her, driving her on.
The moment I licked Lucille she let out a gasp.
The small things she did like that took my breathe away.
"Oh Bella, harder, please, this is torture"

My fingers went deeper and my tongue faster,
Bringing her ever closer to orgasm.
Her hands speared through my hair,
And she begged for me finish what I had started.
One last deep thrust and she tightened around my fingers.
I felt her orgasm to the very core of me,
My own pussy wet and aching to be touched.
Releasing a cry of pure pleasure, Lucille looked down at me.
As the last of the haze cleared from her eyes,
I covered her over and stood up once again, licking my fingers.

Tenderly reaching for my face, she kissed me softly,
Miss Lacey always did like the taste of her on my lips.