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A lesbian tale with my teacher Part 2 of 2

A lesbian tale with my teacher Part 2 of 2

But just as she was so close to her prize, a feeling of near panic seemed to have swept over her. "What the hell are you doing? You're about to do something you're going to badly regret." But despite the pangs of guilt and her own uncertainty about making love to a young schoolgirl, she plunged ahead.

She hesitated for only a moment. Then, while still suckling firmly at my tender breast, she hooked her fingers in my school knickers and being pull them down. Instinctively, I lifted my hips from the couch to help as she exposed my treasure for the first time. She paused in her suckling just long enough to allow her to reach down and slide my knickers down my smooth, shapely legs. And off.

I was now totally naked, aroused almost to the point of confusion, and completely in her control. And she didn't hesitate to claim the prize that she had been lusting for. She took my breast once again into her mouth and slid her hand firmly and assertively between my thighs, opening me to her touch.

This time there was no teasing, no build up. She didn't want to risk losing her nerve and she couldn't bear to delay any longer. Her fingers began to trace over the outline of my little slit so she could feel the nectar that had begun to seep from me. She parted my lips and smeared the lubrication over my tight opening, making sure that she sickened my growing little bud. She ran two fingers up and down the tender flesh, over and over, each time teasing my clit by trapping it briefly between her fingers and squeezing gently. My little squeals of delight and pleasure created little pulses and throbs within her, own wet tunnel.

Finally, she pushed her middle finger inside, but only barely as my tightness resisted my entrance. I was amazingly tight. And even though by this time she and I both desperately wanted her finger inside me, she had to move slowly, inching it inside my tight little tunnel until I was whimpering at the delicious feeling of this invasion. My breathing was faster and my hips were rising involuntarily from the sofa as I tried to draw her deeper inside.

At last, her finger were buried completely, and she took her thumb and massaged my swollen little clit, back and forth, up and down, with my oozing nectar slickening the way. After only a few strokes of her thumb, she felt my small body stiffen and begin to shake. My stomach muscles grew taught and I held my breath. It was as if I was completely paralyzed for just a moment.

Then I felt the pulsing, the throbbing of my little cunt as my climax shot down from the top of my head to the tips of my toenails. I cried out loudly, and she quickly put one hand over my panting mouth to muffle the sound, even as her other hand cupped my little mound and ground against my clit while her middle finger continued to stir inside my throbbing tunnel.

She removed her hand from my mouth and replaced it with her lips, and I felt the warm breath of her panting inside my mouth. She knew that she had made me feel things I’d never felt before, just as she was feeling strange new things. And with that thought, she could feel her own juices begin to trickle from herself and slicken the insides of her knickers.

Finally, the throbbing and tingling subsided as the final few waves of orgasm washed over me, and I went limp. She pulled her finger out and raised it to her lips to taste my sweet teenage nectar. The taste of me created tingling deep in her belly, and she knew direly needed to taste me again, only more fully and completely.

She pulled my limp little body next to her and held me, stroking my damp hair and tingling, her fingertips over my cheeks, my neck, and my chest, where the smooth skin was still flushed pink with the afterglow of my orgasm.

We lay together on the couch for, I'm not sure how long, my body still shuddering every now and then with little aftershocks. She held me tight, trying to make me feel safe in her arms. She whispered quiet little reassuring things in my ear, letting me know that it was okay to feel like this, to enjoy the touch of another woman—even when it's your teacher.

Of course, her own arousal was continuing to increase because my naked little body was still pressed against her. I could smell the scent of her own cunt, which had been oozing nectar since before she got into her room, knowing what she was planning for me this afternoon. She’d been masturbating to the thought of me for almost 3 months, so when it actually became real, she almost came without even touching herself.

But now she was longing for release. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that the least little movement pushed her closer. Her nipples literally ached they were so stiff and aroused. Just the touch of the light cotton fabric of her dress made her shiver. But she was not expecting me to do anything for her today. She knew I was certainly confused about what had happened, so she decided that today would only be a day for me to receive pleasure. She would have her own pleasure from me another time, she was sure of it by the way I responded to her.

Slowly she moved to one end of the sofa, stretching me out along the length of it and placing one of my bare feet flat on the floor. This position had the effect that she wanted—it spread me wide open... to her view, her touch, and ultimately to her taste. When I realized how exposed I was, I instinctively reached down to try and cover my glistening girlhood. But she moved my hands away from her prize and whispered reassurances. I lay very still with my hands resting on my taught belly.

She paused for a moment to simply admire me. To drink in the sight of my body, which she had only been able to imagine until that day. My skin was so smooth and firm and tightness that only a young teenage girl can know.
 Her eyes moved upward from my toes, along my young legs, until it reached that coveted V between my legs. But she didn't linger there yet. She wanted to take me all in before returning to claim her ultimate prize.

Her eyes continued upward, to my flat belly, which was actually a bit sunken right then because I was lying on my back. She watched my abdomen rising and falling slowly with each breath. My belly button was a cute little "inner," and I couldn't wait for her tongue to dip inside it.

Farther up, her tongue found my breasts. They looked rather small right then as I lay on my young back. They reminded me how they had developed just during the course of that school year . . . growing to the point that the other curious girls were noticing. Indeed, the girls were jealous, and I was lusting for them. And there was no longer any doubt that they were deliciously real. No artificial augmentation there! My areolas were large and dark pink, the nipples rising from them still erect and pulling them tight. I don't know whether it was from the cool of the air-conditioning or the heat of her gaze, but my nipples were reaching up and begging for more attention.

Then she focused on my pretty face—the graceful curve of my jaw, my full sensuous lips. Of every part of her, it was her mouth that was the most erotic. Her full lips were slightly parted as she relaxed. Her nose was small and slightly turned up. Cute was the best way to describe it, and it seemed so out of place with her more womanly features.


My eyes were closed. But she knew exactly what they looked like—large, brown, and expressive. She had looked into them many times in class. They had caught her staring more than once, imagining what it would be like if ever she were able to get me to the exact place where I was right then. She would have loved to see the look in them as I realized what she was about to do, but she decided not to disturb me, to make me open them just yet because she wanted me to be completely relaxed for what was to come.

Finally my, long dark hair and, shiny flowing down past my shoulders when I stood, now it was forming a lovely sensual frame for my face as it sprawled carelessly over the sofa cushion and cascaded downward slightly off the edge of the couch. She couldn't keep from reaching down to brush it out of her face a little, partly so she could see me more completely, and partly to demonstrate that she was in charge.

Finally, it was time for her prize. She scooted her knees underneath herself at the end of the couch, and the position brought her face in perfect position directly above my little pussy. She admired the curve of it, as it rose below my flat belly, the misty odors and she saw that her assumption was correct—it was totally bare and sweet to the teats.


Miss Simmons and I keep this secret till I left school in the summer of 2013

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