Unspoken Pleasure

“You have such a beautiful vagina, Princess.”

She leaned in and I felt her breath under my skirt. I moaned in reply, as her tongue made contact with my pussy lips, “Thank you, Mistress Cameron.”

Her tongue explored my whole pussy region. She slowly moved her tongue up and down my lips, lightly teasing me. Her tongue dipped below my pussy lips and teased the crack of my ass. I wanted to watch her pleasure me and treasure her face so I begged, “Can you please take my skirt off, Mistress? I want to be able to see you.”

She moved out from underneath my skirt and without a word, reached for the waistband. I lifted up to accommodate her and soon I was wearing nothing but the thigh-high red stockings. She smiled seductively before returning to my naked, shaved, feverish pussy. She continued her slow meandering teasing, still avoiding my clit. I could feel juice beginning to leak out of me, her teasing driving me to the brink. My moaning began to increase with each lick of my teacher’s tongue. Suddenly, just when I couldn’t take it anymore, she slid a finger inside my pussy while at the same time grabbing my swollen clit with her lips and sucking it into her mouth. In a second I was screaming, “Oh my fucking God, Miss Morgan, I’m coming!” An electric jolt tore through my body as an orgasm exploded all the way through me. Miss Morgan let go of my clit but kept finger-fucking me as she licked up the juices leaking out of me. Much to my surprise, the continued attention kept my body revved up and, as one orgasm kept simmering, a second began bubbling inside. I begged, “Oh yes, Mistress Cameron, don’t stop, you’re gonna make me come again!” A second wonderful finger slid inside me joining the first, and I let out a squeal of delight. She again took my clit into her mouth and somehow licked it while at the same time sucking on it in her beautiful mouth.

The sensation and the stretching of my tight pussy had me again on the verge of orgasmic bliss. To my surprise Miss Morgan finally spoke, her soft gentle words sending shivers through me, “That’s it baby, come for teacher, come harder than you ever have before, Princess.”

Hearing my sweet, beautiful teacher order me to come was the final release. My body shuddered to a second, smaller, but still gloriously beautiful orgasm. “Oh yes, dear Mistress, you are too good to me!” I moaned, pure pleasure resonating around inside me.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Miss Morgan pulled her fingers out of me. She lapped up my juices for another minute before sitting back up and scooting around beside me. Lying face to face with me, my juices coating her face, she complimented, “You have the most delicious pussy I have ever tasted.”

The compliment sent a chill up my spine. I’m sure I blushed as I responded graciously, “Thank you, I bet you taste pretty divine yourself.”

It was Miss Morgan’s turn to blush. “I receive very few complaints.”

“I bet you don’t,” I teased, before asking, “Does anyone I know get the privilege of not complaining?”

Her face went from blissful to panic in three point seven seconds as she responded, way too quickly, “Oh, no, no! I was just talking hypothetically.”

Her reaction told me she had at least one lover and I still wondered if it was someone I knew but decided not to push it. Instead, it was time to return the favour. I attempted to be seductive, “Miss Morgan, not hypothetically at all, is there anything I can do for you?”

I could tell she was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after all she had just done to me. I could tell she was trying to find a way to tell me what to do, so I decided to do it for her. I sat up, leaned down and kissed her gently just like she’d done to me a few minutes ago. Then I sat her up and unzipped her dress. With a bit of a struggle, I took off my teacher’s blue dress. I was then face to face with her beautifully firm, generous breasts, barely being contained inside her white lace bra. I kissed the top of her breasts while I fumbled with the buckle of her bra. Eventually I released my teacher’s large breasts from their fabric prison and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Miss Morgan moaned and I cupped, fondled and sucked on her large ‘C’ breasts for a long time, becoming completely lost in them. Finally, I moved down her body and slowly pulled off her pantyhose. I suggested, “Miss Morgan, for future reference, it is way easier to get to your appetizing pussy if you wear thigh high stockings.”

“I’ll have to buy some then,” she replied, her breathing getting quicker, already anticipating my tongue.

Once I had her pantyhose off, I slowly removed her pink undies. I returned between her legs, eager to taste her. Her pussy was neither shaved nor really hairy, just natural. I buried my head between her legs. Her legs stiffened but I held off, teasing, “Miss Morgan, may I have permission to eat your pussy?”

“Yes, Jenny, yes! Just stop teasing me, I need to come so badly,” she pleaded.

I obliged and began licking her pussy. Her scent was uniquely sweet and her pussy was already excessively wet. Her aroma seemed to be caught in her pubic hair and lingering in there like a pussy wine bouquet. Disregarding her plea I was still teasing her, licking slowly and cautiously, her fine hair occasionally tickling my nose. I purposely avoided her clit as I wanted to browse between my teacher’s perfect legs for as long as possible as she got more and more excited. I moved my tongue slowly up and down, occasionally dipping between her lips. Her moans were constant from my teasing, and slowly began to increase. Suddenly, and much to my surprise, my sweet adorable teacher had a personality shift. She ordered loudly, “Fuck Jenny, stop teasing me and lick me like the little slut you are! Please your effing Mistress and get me OFF!”

My pussy tingled wildly like it always did when I was given a forceful direct order, and I obeyed like I always do. My fingers flew around her pussy and my mouth ravaged her clit! Simultaneously I began to lick her clit rapidly while I pumped two fingers inside her very drenched pussy. I used my tongue to paint small manic circles on her clit, while I kept pumping my two fingers in and out of her like I was fucking her with a real cock that was about to come. Her moaning increased and so did her dirty talk. “Oh yes, Jenny, finger-fuck me, make your horny teacher come,” and, “That’s it Jenny, be a good student, getcherself another ‘A’,” then “Oh yes, Jenny, you’re such a GOOOOD little lez!” It only took a few minutes before she was screaming, “Oh my God, Jenny, oh my God, I’m coming Jenny, you’re making teach come, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, oh my Goddddddd!!!” Her legs tightened around my head and her juices flowed right into my mouth from her delicious pussy! I continued lapping her pussy and savouring her perfect taste! Unlike every other girl I had pleased in the past week, her delicious warm juices just kept coming and coming, like a faucet stuck on. Her orgasm lasted at least two minutes while I continued pleasing her, never wanting to stop. Finally she screamed, “Aaaaaah!!” and pushed me away.

I looked into her eyes, amazed by her vociferous acceleration and climax, “Are you OK, Mistress?”

At first I was worried she was hyperventilating her breathing was so intense, and she couldn’t talk. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, through heavy breathing, “Sorry, Jenny, that was just far too intense!”

A chill filled me, a good one: I had obviously pleased her greatly. “Can I get you anything, dear Mistress?”

As she began to calm down she gasped, “Can you go to the kitchen and get me a glass of water?”

“Of course, Mistress,” I replied and went to find her kitchen. As I poured her a glass of cold water, I caught my reflection in the microwave. I smiled. My hair was a mess and my lips had a shine. I shook my head. I was in Miss Morgan’s house, naked, her cum on my lips. Life was good!