Unspoken Pleasure

I returned to her bedroom. She hadn’t moved at all, but her breathing had returned to normal. I handed her the glass, and she sat up to take a long drink. I sat on the side of the bed, suddenly nervous, like I often felt after sex was done. I was never sure what to say next. Anything that popped into my head to say seemed dumb and silly.

Thankfully Miss Morgan was the one who broke the silence, “Princess, that was just incredible! I didn’t know I could come like that!”

“It was my pleasure, Miss Morgan.”

“Oh, it wasn’t only your pleasure,” she joked. I laughed too, while she pulled me in and kissed me. It was another of her gentle, sweet kisses, which I already loved, and which tasted good this time because of me, and which lasted many long minutes. When she finally broke it, although I would have allowed it to continue forever, she ordered, “Princess, wait here a for a minute.”

“Yes, dear Mistress,” I responded, wanting to make sure she understood my complete obedience.

She went into her closet and, after pilfering around for a bit, returned with what appeared to be a really long dildo. I looked at the toy, slightly perplexed. She smiled and asked, “Ever used a double-ended dildo?”

I shook my head no.

Getting aggressive again which I loved, Miss Morgan pushed me onto my back and spread open my legs. She rubbed the toy on my pussy and without much effort, pushed the thick long dildo inside me. After the toy was buried in me really deep, she repositioned herself and I figured out what the term ‘double-ended’ meant. She lay on her own back, her pussy facing mine and inserted the other end of the dildo in her own pussy and gradually scooted herself closer to me. Soon the long dildo had disappeared almost completely. Miss Morgan repositioned both of us so our knees were both sides of our own heads and her feet were pressed against mine. She then reached down so we were holding tight to each other’s wrists. “Now buck your ass back and forth, Jenny. I want you to fuck both of us.”

“Anything you wish, Mistress,” I moaned, thrilled she was ordering me to do something! Although this was awkward, I bucked my ass towards her and let out a yelp as the dildo went deeper inside me. Miss Morgan let out a similar yelp as I was thrusting the dildo deeper inside her, too.

“Fuck me Jenny, fuck me hard,” she moaned.

Desperate to please her, I held onto her wrists real tight and began bucking my ass back and forth, stimulating us both. A mixture of Miss Morgan’s moaning and the sensations of the fucking had me horny as hell in a couple of minutes. I tried to thrust in and out of her as fast as I could, eager to please her.

Her moaning increased and she began begging, “Don’t stop, baby, harder, fuck me, yes, fuck me hard!” I obliged, perspiration dripping down my face and into my eyes. I was close to the point of exhaustion when thankfully she screamed, “Deeper, deeper, oh my, oh my, oh my, AAAAAAAH!!”

Suddenly I released her arms, pulled the toy out of us and half-somersaulted between her legs, licking up the delicious fountain of her orgasm. Once she’d calmed down a bit, just as suddenly, she pushed my shoulders so I fell onto my back again, did a half-somersault herself so she ended up lying next to me with her face near mine and reached down to slide the dildo back into me. She pumped the long, thick dildo in and out of me and demanded, “Come for me, Princess, come for your teacher.”

The deep penetration and fast pace had me close in less than a minute and when she leaned in and nibbled on my ear, I screamed, “Yesssssssss!!” and had many small convulsions as another orgasm exploded through me.

Soaked in my own sweat, I lay exhausted on my naked teacher’s bed, her sexy body lying next to mine. Silence filled the room for almost ten minutes while we both recovered from our intense encounter.

Eventually she suggested she drive me home and reality set in. Tomorrow would come and we would have to see each other as student and teacher again. As she drove me, the awkward silence lingered a long time before I finally said, “Miss Morgan, Mistress Cameron, I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too,” she responded nervously, “it’s just… what now?”

“Nothing,” I replied, “For all intents and purposes, this never happened. You will know and I will know and Mistresses Megan and Karen will know, but someday hopefully not at all soon the secret will just die with the four of us.”

“How can you know that?” she asked, clearly fearing the truth coming out.

“I know. I have seen Megan’s power up close. She will not allow disobedience. So long as you never tell anyone, our secret is safe.”

She gave a sigh of relief, but I could tell she still was nervous. We arrived on my block and she stopped a few houses down and I got out but didn’t shut the door. I turned and looked into her eyes and again confirmed, “That was amazing, Miss Morgan. Thank you so much!”

She went red as she agreed, “Princess, I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

“Well, I hope it isn’t a one-time thing and that’s up to you, dear Mistress, I’ll do anything you say,” I concluded with a wink and closed the door, leaving her with the lingering foreshadow of more to come.

She drove away and I checked my phone messages. I had a text from Ashley. A chill went up my spine. As much as I’d enjoyed my time with Miss Morgan, there was something so special about Ashley that I couldn’t even begin to explain my feelings!

From: Ashley Feb 09 2:33PM Subject: Hi

Hi, give me a call when you get a chance.

I stepped into the gutter, sat down on the curb and dialled her number. With each unanswered ring, I got more and more nervous. On the fourth ring, I was just deciding to hang up when Ashley answered the phone.

“Hello?” she said, her voice bringing yet another chill up my spine.

“Hi Ashley, it’s Jenny,” I greeted.

Her voice sounded like a bubblier than usual Ashley, “Oh, hi Jenny, thanks for returning my call.”

“I wouldn’t think of not returning it, Ashley.”

“I’m happy to hear that. What have you been up to today?”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to give her my true answer even though she already knew I’d been planning on doing what I did sometime soon, but I was as honest as I could be for now. “I went out for coffee, went book shopping and visited a friend. You?”

“Cool. I slept in till noon and then finished writing my History essay. But I definitely need a break.”

“I understand that. I get stir crazy if I’m in my house all day.”

“Me too,” she giggled and paused. Finally she asked, her nervousness clearly present even over the phone, “So…” long timid pause “… what are you doing tonight?”

“I don’t have any plans, Ashley. What do you have in mind?”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Do you… um… would you like to go see that ‘No Strings Attached’ movie with Ashton Kutcher?”

“I would love to. It’s a date,” I quickly replied, before realizing what I just said.