Unspoken Pleasure

I walked over and was stunned when she said, “You have been checking my body out all semester, haven’t you, Jenny?”

My face ruby red now, I again stammered, trying to hide my guilt, “N-n-no, I have not.”

“Don’t lie,” she smiled, putting her hand on my shoulder. “You have been literally drooling over me and had to wipe your chin.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Her touch had me rattled and I couldn’t even complete a rational sentence. “Um, I, I mean, I….”

She gently but firmly pushed down on my shoulders and my legs gave away as I was lowered onto my knees. “It was really hot today Jenny, and cheerleading practice was exhausting. I feel so diiiiirty,” she said, stressing the word dirty.

My face was directly in front of her vagina and I was staring at it, lost in thought.

“What’re you staring at, Jenny?” she asked, her tone saying she knew exactly what I was staring at.

I forced myself away from her vagina and looked up past her large breasts and into her eyes.

Smiling knowingly, she invited in a way where ‘no’ wasn’t an option, “My vagina needs to be cleaned, why don’t you clean it for me?”

I feigned reluctance, “Um, I-I-I am not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I. I love fucking boys. But girls are way better at licking pussy,” she smiled, reaching for my head and pulling me into her sweet sex.

I gave no resistance as I was ‘invited’ into my first act of lesbian activity. I extended my tongue and made contact with her vagina.

She moaned, “Does nerdy little Jenny like my pussy?”

I stammered, already addicted, “Y-y-yes.”

I licked slowly up and down on her vagina pussy lips, trying to please her and savour her unique and addictive taste. After a couple of minutes, I concentrated on her clit which made her legs tremble as she let out a loud moan.

“That’s it my pet, lick my cunt good,” she ordered.

Being called a pet had my own vagina getting wet and I eagerly continued pleasing the most beautiful girl I knew in school. I swirled my tongue around her clit, I sucked it in my mouth. I was addicted to her unique taste and never wanted to have this moment end.

Suddenly her hand on my head, she demanded, “Fuck, you lezzie-slut, suck my cunt, make me orgasm.” She roughly pulled my head deeper into her vagina and began moving her body on my face. Always being a people-pleaser, I became a pussy-pleaser too, eagerly licking and sucking as I penetrated her vagina with my tongue.

Her moans got louder and I was soon rewarded with the sweetest taste God had created as her juices flooded out of her onto my tongue, lips and face. I continued to quench my unquenchable thirst, wanting more and more as I drowned in my submission and in her perfection.

Once her orgasm had run its course, she looked down at me and ordered, “Get undressed.”

I stood up and obeyed, hands trembling, and began to unbutton my blouse.

“Hurry up, slut,” she snapped impatiently.

I again obeyed, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation colliding in my mind. Once naked, I never felt more vulnerable as she looked me over. She asked, “Why do you hide such a beautiful body with such unflattering clothes?”

My face flushed again at getting a compliment from the girl I had fantasized about forever, the girl that made me reconsider my sexuality. “I-I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know how sexy you are, do you?” she asked, moving towards me.

“Um, I,” I babbled unable to complete a full thought, drowning in the compliments and in the desire to be touched.

Reaching for me, she asked, her finger slowly moving between my breasts, “Do you want me to eat your cunt?”

“Yes,” I whispered, almost inaudible.

“Pardon?” she asked, her finger slowly gliding around my erect right nipple.

“Yes, please,” I whimpered at her touch.

“Yes, please, what?” she kept asking, her fingers pinching my nipple.

“Aaaaah, please lick my vagina,” I moaned, giving myself to her.

“Vagina!” she laughed softly, her fingers meandering to my other nipple. “What else can you call that sweet box of yours?”

I paused, I almost never swore, but her fingers pinching my nipple had me distracted and horny. “My pussy,” I moaned again, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“What else?” she asked, her finger now travelling slowly south.

Wanting her to touch me down there, to lick me, I answered, “My cunt, please touch my cunt.”

“Good girl,” she moaned, leaning forward and taking my breast in her mouth as her finger traced my wet vagina lips.

I quivered and let out an uncontrolled moan.

She pushed me onto the bench and moved between my trembling legs. Looking up at me, she asked, “Tell me what you want, my pet.”

“Eat my cunt,” I demanded. “I need to come so baaaaaad.”

“Tell me you are a lezzie-slut,” she demanded back, flicking my clitoris with her tongue.

My whole body quaked with one touch and I declared my sexuality without hesitation. “I’m a lezzie-slut. I love licking your beautiful pussy and will be your lezzie-slave who drops to her knees anytime, anywhere, to get just a taste of your perfection.”

“Fuck, that is hot,” she purred, burying her face between my legs. As her tongue did slow paintbrush strokes all over my pussy, my breathing got heavy. Usually it takes a while to come, but in a couple of minutes I could feel the volcano eruption of lust bubbling inside.

“Oh god, fuck, my cunt is burning,” I moaned, as she slid a finger inside me.

She hooked her finger inside my inferno and began tapping on my g-spot.

I had spasm after spasm like an epileptic person as the volcano, dormant since the beginning of time, bubbled over. I felt fireworks in my head, chills through my entire body and a euphoria I didn’t know possible as my orgasm hit.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I screamed, babbling incoherently as my brain went blank and sexual energy poured through me.

She pulled her fingers out of me as the never-ending orgasm continued through my body. She leaned in and kissed me. I could taste my own juices on her lips; it was so naughty, so sweet and so natural.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end and she broke the kiss. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and said, “You understand you are now my property. You will be our little cheerleader pussy pleaser. Do you agree and understand?”

I nodded yes, knowing I would do anything to taste her again, to feel that feeling of utopia I just experienced.

“Tomorrow you are going to become the cheerleading squad’s personal pussy-pleaser,” she promised.

“Yes, Mistress Karen,” I replied.