Stacie knew she shouldn’t be doing this. Somehow she found herself twisting on her back anyway. At least it got her cooch clear. “You’re a teacher,” she said, still hoping to talk her way out of this.
“And I’m going to teach you a lot tonight,” Miss Cho replied. The Latin teacher kissed Stacie again and slid her hand back inside the teenager’s panties. Stacie tried to come up with an argument to make Miss Cho stop, but all she could think of was how much better a kisser the teacher was than any boyfriend she’d ever had. As soon as she started to kiss back, though, the older woman broke their lip-lock. Stacie’s groan of frustration turned into a moan of arousal though as the older woman slid down and began sucking on the girl’s nipple. The teen moaned and spread her legs in surrender. The teacher immediately slid two fingers inside the girl’s snatch and began to pump. This might be wrong but it felt so fucking good.
“Fuck me,” Stacie heard herself say. “Oh, God, please fuck me!” She was a bit surprised at herself – she never talked this dirty to her boyfriends. Of course, she never did a lot of things she’d done in the last few minutes, or expected to be doing soon. Miss Cho worked her way down Stacie’s body, trailing butterfly kisses along the athlete’s tight abs, and finally reached her clit. The teacher’s experienced tongue finally pushed her over the edge, and Stacie came with a wolf-like howl.
“Ever had multiple orgasms?” asked Miss Cho. Still trying to catch her breath, Stacie shook her head. “Well then,” the teacher said in a surprisingly matter of fact voice. She pulled the girl’s panties down and off one leg, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the other. “More room to work,” she explained, then pulled the student’s lips wide and began running her tongue up and down the girl’s slit and massaging her clitoris. In no time Stacie was coming again, this time even harder.
Miss Cho knew lots of techniques for orally or manually pleasuring a woman. An experienced teacher, she showed Stacie all of them, or as many as the girl could handle before passing out from the sustained ecstasy of it all.
When Stacie regained her senses, she found the Latin teacher pressed against her, running her fingers through the girl’s hair. “Told you you needed that,” Miss Cho said, and Stacie could only nod in agreement. “Of course, I haven’t gotten off yet,” the older woman added. “What should we do about that?”
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