Chapter 5
Miss Barbara Browning sat at her desk, surveying the classroom. Her students were busy working on the test and her mind wandered . . .
Miss Browning was single, old enough to border on being a spinster, and lonely. She was certainly pretty enough to be married but she never had and never would. She was afraid of men, of their power, their force. Physically, they bothered her terribly and she avoided male company as much as possible. When she first came to the school to teach, some of the male teachers had come on to her, but they were quickly cooled by her cold, hard, professional attitude and had left her alone since. There were quiet whispers about her in the teachers' lounge, but Barbara paid them no mind. She did not like men and she didn't care if they liked her or not. That was one of the reasons she had become a teacher. Office work meant constant contact with too many men. As a teacher, she worked with young boys and girls. She could handle boys, they were no threat to her. And she could handle girls. In fact, she loved to handle girls. Miss Browning was a lesbian.
Miss Browning had been led into the delights of lesbian love many years ago by an older woman and had never changed. When the woman had left her, she had no ideas on how to build new relationships. Finally, after years of abstinence, her hunger for soft, womanly flesh drove her to seduce some of her pupils. A few of her seductions had blossomed happily until the girls left for college, but twice the girls had confessed to their parents and Barbara was quickly forced out of town. She had done nothing yet at this school, and she was getting desperate for sex. But how to go about it?
Carol looked longingly at the clock on the wall. Ten-to-three. Wednesday afternoon. Another ten minutes and she would be through with school for the day. Thank God. She was meeting Phil after school and just couldn't wait. She felt a presence at her side and turned toward it.
"Have you finished the test, Carol?" It was Miss Browning, her math teacher. "Yes, ma'am."
"I'd like to see you after class for a few minutes."
"Yes, ma'am."
Carol watched as Miss Browning continued up the aisle to her desk. Shit. What did she want? She hoped that it wouldn't take long--she didn't want to miss Phil. She glanced at the clock again. Eight more minutes. She sighed softly.
The bell rang loudly.
"All right, class," Miss Browning said. "Please leave your papers on my desk as you leave. I'll see you tomorrow."
The teacher acknowledged the goodbyes from the departing students unconsciously. She had something else on her mind and she stared at Carol, waiting for the room to empty. Finally, everyone was gone. Miss Browning got up from her desk, walking to the side of the room and shut the door. It locked automatically. She was thankful for the painting that blacked out the tiny window. She walked nervously back to the desk and sat down. She felt terrible about what she was soon to do, but she had to do it. She just had to.
"Carol, come up here, please."
Carol got up and started walking to the front of the room. The teacher watched her braless breasts jiggle as she moved and caught her breath. God, she was so pretty. She looked at Carol's full, sensuous mouth and thought of Monday afternoon . . .
Miss Browning had driven home directly from school, as usual. Alone, as usual. Angel, her pet poodle, greeted her at the door. She hugged her and got the leash off a hook by the door as Angel jumped playfully about her. Angel was Miss Browning's only real friend and she always took her for a walk when she came home from school. Actually, friendship wasn't the only reason. Miss Browning lived in a remote, wooded area of the town and, by chance, the young people had made a Lovers' Lane out of a dirt road not far from her house. She and Angel always made a habit of walking by it and they often surprised young couples in varying degrees of undress and sex-play. It excited her to no end to come upon an almost nude couple fucking or playing with each other in the back seat of a car. She tried to be quiet but they often seemed to hear her, covering themselves, then driving away hastily. Nonetheless, she had more than enough memories of couples too engrossed in each other to notice they were being watched. Then came Monday afternoon . . .
Broad daylight! Rarely did Miss Browning see more than light petting during the day so she wasn't expecting much when she came upon the GTO hidden by some trees. She stopped short at the sight of a man's head, its back toward her. He seemed to be engrossed by something in the front seat with him. Miss Browning moved closer to the driver's side, determined to find out what. She caught a glimpse of hair, blond hair, falling between the young man's outstretched, unclothed legs. She moved to within three feet of the car and stopped. Breathing softly, fearful of making even the slightest noise, she stood motionless, amazed at the sight before her.
The young man reclined on the front seat of the car, wearing only a shirt, no pants or underpants. In the bright sunlight, a blond girl knelt between his legs. Miss Browning craned her neck to see and started abruptly. CAROL! Carol Morgan! She was shocked. Her eyes blinked as she focused them on the interior of the car. She still couldn't believe it. Here was one of her best students, a very quiet girl in class, sucking savagely on some boy's gigantic cock. Carol's pretty face seemed swollen as she shoved her head up and down, swallowing up his mammoth rod. Her lips clung to the taut skin of his cock obscenely as it moved in and out of her voracious mouth.
Miss Browning felt a twitch in her own loins as she watched her pupil perform her sexual task with glee. She reached down her skirt, slipping her hand inside the elastic of her panties. She ran her fingers lightly over her cuntlips, already moist from the excitement of what she was watching, seemingly unaware that she was out in the open, playing with herself in the middle of the afternoon.
Miss Browning couldn't take her eyes away from Carol's ovaled lips. She inserted a finger up her vagina, rolling her hips in time to her digital movements. Carol continued plunging the cock down her young throat, and her teacher was getting hotter by the second. Suddenly, she heard a car coming up behind her. Carol and the boy didn't even notice. She pulled her hand out of her skirt and backed away silently from the GTO, Angel in tow and the image of Carol's lustful face etched in her mind ...
Carol stood next to the desk and Miss Browning turned to face her.
"Carol, what did you do after school on Monday?"
Carol had a lapse of memory.
"I don't remember."
"Well, I... I really don't know how to tell you this," Miss Browning said, "but I saw you and some boy in a car up by the hill."
Carol's face turned bright red and she cast her eyes downward. Oh, my God! she thought.
"Wh-What are you going to ... to do?" She was really scared.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell your parents. I do have a responsibility to them."
"No! You can't! They'd kill me. Oh, Miss Browning, please don't!" Carol pleaded, her face flushed, her eyes close to tears.
"What else can I do?" Miss Browning whispered, and lowered her eyes to the floor.
"Please!" Carol wailed. "You can't! I'll do anything, just don't tell them. I'll never do it again. PLEASE!"
Carol felt weak all over. What the hell could she do? Her father would beat her half to death if he ever found out the things she had done, and her mother would finish the job. Why did Miss Browning have to see her and Phil the other day? Goddamn it!
Miss Browning's face was flushed. She felt bad about what she was doing, but she couldn't stop now. She wanted the young girl badly.
"Maybe, there is a . . . no, forget it."
"What? WHAT?" Carol asked excitedly, raising her head hopefully.
"Carol..." Carol waited anxiously as her teacher paused. "Did you ever wonder why I never married?"
"Sometimes I guess, I mean, you're pretty and nice and all, but..."
"Well, the reason is I don't like men."
Carol was puzzled. She searched Miss Browning's face for a clue to what she was getting at. Miss Browning raised her eyes to stare intently at Carol.
Carol felt a chill.
"You know you're very pretty, Carol." She didn't answer.
"I don't have to tell anyone," she whispered softly, still a bit unsure of herself.
Miss Browning's eyes wandered lustfully over Carol's body, and the girl felt as if she were being undressed. Finally, the realization hit her as to what her teacher was after. Jesus Christ! She couldn't believe it. Miss Browning. Her math teacher! No, she told herself, she wouldn't do it. God, she must be thirty-five years old. She wished she could crawl into a hole. She wanted desperately to just run out of the room.
"I'm sorry. I can't do what you want."
Miss Browning was disappointed but slightly relieved. She really didn't want to force the girl into anything, but she needed sex, and from what she had seen, Carol seemed to enjoy sex immensely.
"Well, Carol, I guess there's not much more to be said." She turned to glance over some papers on her desk.
Carol watched her hopelessly. She didn't know what to do. If Miss Browning had seduced her it might have been nice, even enjoyable, but this was so cold, so ... it was blackmail. It made Carol mad to think that her teacher was blackmailing her into having sex. Unfortunately, she had no choice. If her parents found out about her blowing Phil, she would be killed. There was nothing she could do. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
"What do you want me to do, Miss Browning?" The teacher turned to look at her and smiled nervously. She wished things could have been different but she hadn't thought of any other way to approach her. She couldn't afford to get kicked out of another school. If she had known what Carol had just been thinking about being seduced, she would have kicked herself. This way, impersonal and cold as it was, she had insurance against being exposed.
"Take off your clothes," she finally answered. Carol sighed resignedly, and self-consciously lifted her blouse over her head, exposing her full breasts. Miss Browning sucked in her breath at the sight of her cherry-tipped tits. They were luscious, the milky flesh standing firm and proud in the air.
Carol felt her teacher's lecherous eyes devouring her and hurried to finish the task of undressing. The sound of her zipper being pulled open echoed off the walls of the empty room obscenely and she let her pants drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and her sandals, her tits swaying as she moved, tantalizing the older woman. She gripped the elastic of her pink panties, then hesitated momentarily. This was her last vestige of decency and she clung to it for a brief moment, possibly hoping Miss Browning would tell her to stop. She didn't.
Carol yanked her panties to the floor, bending to pull them from her feet. She dropped them on a nearby desk, then stood in front of her teacher naked, painfully aware of her vulnerability. Her hands rested awkwardly on her hips.
Miss Browning's eyes opened wide as she looked up and down Carol's nude body. She was beautiful. Her long, blond hair framed her pretty face, falling softly down her back and across her shoulders. Her large breasts quivered invitingly. Carol's slim waist flared into womanly hips, then down into well-proportioned thighs guarding her cunt. Miss Browning stared deeply between the young girl's legs. Short, curly, blond hairs covered the mound, the pink lips of her cunt visible beneath. The teacher had trouble stopping herself from jumping Carol and burying her face into her crotch then and there, but she wanted to take it slow and savor the moment. Her eyes surveyed the naked body, ogling every inch of the gorgeous sex object.
Miss Browning was in complete control of the situation now. Carol kept her eyes focused on the floor as her teacher moved some things off her desk and into some drawers.
"Carol, lay down on the desk."
Carol moved as if in a trance. She rested her hips on the edge of the desk and leaned backward until her head touched the hard surface, her face inches from where her teacher was sitting, her eyes closed.
Her soft breasts rolled as she got settled on the desk. Her legs were bent, her feet on the desk for balance and her pussy was spread wide open, completely exposed. Miss Browning's attention was elsewhere. She bent over and nibbled gently on Carol's ear, her searching hands lightly caressing the girl's soft, smooth skin.
"You're beautiful, so beautiful," she whispered huskily into Carol's ear, trying to put the young girl more at ease. And it did. Carol felt like the breath, hot on her ear, was traveling straight down to her loins. She was trying not to be aroused but Miss Browning was hardly through with her. In fact, she had just begun. She knew how to please a woman.
The older woman's tongue snaked inside Carol's ear and around the lobe, soft, moist, reassuring. She planted gentle kisses on her neck and cheeks, wetting the flesh. She took Carol's face in her hands and turned it toward her. There was little resistance and Carol half opened her eyes to stare at her.
"You are so pretty, Carol. Let me please you. Let me make love to you," she implored, and Carol couldn't help but notice the tenderness in her voice.
Miss Browning pressed her mouth to Carol's. She kissed her deeply, her tongue caressing the soft insides of Carol's lips. Carol accepted the kiss but did not reciprocate. She was having trouble controlling her mounting excitement. Her body was responding to the older woman's gentle love-play against her will. Her mind told her it was wrong but her body fought for control. She was being blackmailed into it. God, she was getting aroused, though. She loved sex so much.
Barbara Browning lifted her lips from Carol's with a quiet, smacking sound. She leaned back and reached behind her head, removing the clip that held her hair in a tight bun. Long tresses of dark-brown hair fell down her back and across her chest. She shook her head from side to side, letting the hair fly wildly, and quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, her eyes never leaving Carol's face.
Carol's chest heaved in anticipation as she viewed her teacher anew. She was really quite pretty, and with her hair hanging down, her beauty was only accented. Her light-blue eyes were glazed with lust as she stared at Carol hungrily. Neither said a word but Carol gave up fighting her body's desires. She wanted to have this woman make passionate love to her, there was no denying that, she just wished they could have gone about it in a different way. She was too horny now to really worry about it. Her face took on a sexual glow and she reached across her teacher's shoulders, drawing her gently down to her.
That was all the encouragement Miss Browning needed, and she was happy to have received it. She bent her head swiftly to Carol's left breast, lifting it to meet her open mouth. She caught the pink nipple in her teeth, biting it lightly. Carol caught her breath. Her teacher swallowed half her breast, letting the soft globe fill her warm mouth. Her tongue ran soft little circles around the nipple, her lips sucking on the smooth flesh. She caressed the boob, feeding it into her voracious mouth. Sucking, licking, nibbling. Carol had her hand on Miss Browning's head, running her fingers through the silky hair as she pressed it down to her chest.
Miss Browning let the breast fall from her mouth, then squeezed it back in again, sucking wildly all the while. Loud slurping noises filled the room as the breast moved in and out of the warm oral cavity. She leaned over and paid similar homage to Carol's right breast, sucking and licking as if she could never get enough. She couldn't. She was in ecstasy. It had been so long since she had her face buried between a girl's tits. She loved the feel of the flesh against her skin, the taste of the flesh in her mouth. Carol was moaning now and Miss Browning decided it was time to get really into it. She rose from the chair reluctantly, planting one last, loving kiss on each of the girl's heaving breasts.
Carol looked at her disappointedly but she needn't have worried.
Miss Browning walked to the end of the desk and positioned herself between Carol's legs. The teacher's body trembled with anticipation as she stared at the fully exposed cunt before her. She sighed happily and fell to her knees, her eyes glazed. She licked her lips wickedly, moistening them with saliva.
She grabbed Carol's firm thighs and placed her mouth on the inside of the girl's leg. She kissed the skin softly, letting her tongue stick out to lick the flesh sensuously. She ran her tongue over Carol's thighs, licking the smooth surfaces with abandon. She licked, kissed and nibbled both of her womanly thighs, carefully avoiding her pussy, teasing her. She was teasing herself also, anticipating the moment when she would first taste this lovely cunt. Carol was going out of her mind with desire, praying for Miss Browning to suck her flaming pussy.
"Please eat me . . . suck my cunt. . . ohhh!" she wailed, her words laden with lust.
Miss Browning smiled to herself. She wanted the young girl to receive as much pleasure as she got from eating her. Her cries were music to her ears. Finally, she brought her mouth to rest on the thick lips of Carol's cunt, her hands stroking the girl's blond pubic hair, her fingers extended, running through the strands. Carol groaned and thrust her hips up to meet the woman's mouth, forcing her pussy against Miss Browning's mouth and nose.
Barbara Browning was in heaven, buried between the legs of the beautiful, blond girl. She pressed her lips on Carol's cunt, her nostrils flaring as she savored the pungent odor filling the air. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell! It had been such a long time since she had tasted a pussy, she wanted the pleasure to last for a long time. Carol, meanwhile, was going crazy with anticipation.
"Eat me . . . God! Suck it . . . SUCK MY PUSSY!" Her body trembled as she spoke.
Slowly, very slowly, Miss Browning opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out from her lips. She lightly licked the lips of Carol's box, already wet from excitement, and swallowed the juice she gathered, reveling in the taste. Carol's pubic hairs tickled her nose as she moved her mouth up and down the full length of the slit, licking and planting soft, wet kisses on the warm hole.
Carol squirmed on the desk, rolling her hips in unison to the older woman's oral activity. Miss Browning pushed her tongue up into the damp, dark furrow, bringing the musky juice to her mouth and consuming it happily. She fucked Carol with her tongue for a few minutes, then moved her head downward, licking the flesh between the girl's cunt and asshole. She didn't stop there.
Carol felt Miss Browning's head duck lower and her wet mouth planted on her asshole. She jumped, surprised at the intrusion. She moved her hips down, assuming the woman's mouth had slipped, but Miss Browning moved lower still.
"What are you doing?" Carol gasped, struggling for breath in her aroused state.
Miss Browning suddenly realized that the girl had never had her asshole licked, and the thought excited her all the more. Now, she would have a chance to teach the young girl something new and exciting. She lifted her head from Carol's crotch, her face with saliva and pussy-juice.
"Just relax, honey," she whispered. "Just lay back and enjoy it. Trust me, Carol." Her voice was low, sexy. She licked her lips and dropped her head back to Carol's genitals, leaving no room for argument.
Carol relaxed a little. It wasn't that she was afraid or anything, it just seemed dirty to her. It was one thing to put a finger up inside an ass, but a tongue was different. Carol had to wonder how it tasted. Obviously, Miss Browning had done it before, and she was doing it now with great relish. Carol wasn't going to let her apprehension deny her the possibility of discovering a new facet of lovemaking. She rested comfortably on the desk and let Miss Browning pay oral homage to her asshole.
The teacher spread Carol's ass-checks apart with her fingers, exposing the dark hole. She pushed her tongue into the opening, licking the puckered skin.
Carol, relaxed now, let the tongue explore her virgin asshole. She was surprised at how good it felt as the warm, wet tongue caressed her flesh ever so lightly. She was becoming greatly excited as the strangeness began to wear off. She felt the tongue violate her anal opening, slipping inside her.
"Ummmm ... it feels ... so good ..." she moaned.
Miss Browning was thrilled to hear Carol say that, and it egged her on to please her. The young girl was proving to be quite pliant in the ways of sex. She grasped Carol's cheeks firmly, stretching them apart, making the hole easily accessible. She forced her tongue inside, extending it a full two inches, loving the heavy taste it brought to her mouth. She pushed her tongue in and out, fucking Carol's ass with her tongue, straining to get it inside her as deeply as possible. Gobs of saliva rolled down her chin and little bits of brown formed at the corners of her mouth and on her tongue as it moved furiously in Carol's rectum.
"Mmmmm..." Miss Browning moaned into Carol's asshole, her hot breath increasing her pupil's building sexual fires. Her own cunt seeped with lubrication as she worked to pleasure Carol.
"Miss Browning?"
Barbara lifted her head from Carol's ass a bit reluctantly. She licked her mouth, removing the tiny bits of shit, saliva and sweat that had gathered there. The taste was not unpleasant. She kissed Carol's pussy lightly.
"Yes, Carol?"
"I ... I want to eat you, too." She was breathing heavily, her voice husky, sexy.
"Ohh, baby," Miss Browning whispered, "are you sure?" It was more than she had hoped for. Damn, would she love to have her pussy covering that pretty face!
"Yes. Please?"
Barbara rose unsteadily to her feet and stood facing Carol. She undid the final buttons on her blouse and slid it from her shoulders, dropping it on a desk. She unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it, placing it on the desk also.
Carol watched the older woman undress, her eyes open wide. Without really thinking, her hand moved down her body and she fondled herself gently, her gaze never leaving her teacher, who stood before her wearing only a bra and panties. She was delightfully surprised at how firm and voluptuous Miss Browning's body was. She would never have guessed this to be the case, judging from the old-fashioned clothes her teacher always wore to class.
Miss Browning unhooked her bra and removed it, releasing her large breasts. They bounced free but stood up fairly straight. The dark nipples were the size of silver dollars, the tips erect, enticing. Carol had never seen nipples this large before and she was intrigued. Her eyes wandered over the near-nude body. The waist slim, the hips nicely rounded, the thighs long, full. Carol twitched in anticipation as her teacher grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them off. She gazed deeply into the dark-haired crotch, exposed to her for the first time. She always became terribly aroused just looking at genitals she had never seen before, and Miss Browning's were no exception. The dark hair covering her mons was thick and long and the red lips of her cunt hung invitingly beneath. Carol moved back on the desk until she was fully extended.
Miss Browning came around the side of the desk and brought her face near Carol's.
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet," she said, and placed her lips on those of the girl.
This time Carol held her tightly, slipping her tongue into' Barbara's open mouth, licking the insides. They clung together hungrily, each savoring the taste of the other. Miss Browning finally broke the embrace.
Neither spoke a word as Barbara crawled onto the desk, putting a knee on each side of Carol's head. Slowly, she lowered her body to the girl's waiting mouth.
Carol was thrilled as Miss Browning's cunt fell toward her face. The fleshy mounds of her buttocks barely concealed the dark asshole, and the red gash of her cunt split wide open, wet, throbbing. Carol reached up and caught Barbara's hips as they descended. She ran her tongue quickly over the lips of Miss Browning's pussy, swallowing the juices as the woman settled back comfortably on her haunches.
Carol's tongue felt fantastic and Barbara just rocked back and forth gently, basking in the pleasure she was receiving. She reached down and grabbed Carol's tits, squeezing them together, loving the feel of the soft flesh rolling through her fingers. She played with the girl's tits for a long time, the tongue still gliding along her cunt.
Finally, Miss Browning bent forward, bring her face to Carol's genitals. Her chin rested on the girl's silky pubic hair as she spread the lips of her cunt. She located Carol's clitoris immediately and pressed her mouth to the little love button. She started to suck on it, covering it with her lips and swirling her tongue in circles around it. A muffled groan came from between her thighs, indicating Carol's enjoyment at the sucking of her clit. She sucked harder still.
Miss Browning's cunt pushed down heavily on her face as Carol licked fiercely, swallowing the juices that flowed like honey down her throat. Her nose was forced against Barbara's asshole and she breathed through it, inhaling the heavy, rich odor. Her hands held the teacher's ass-cheeks, firmly spreading the pliant flesh. She pulled the body, slightly upward, freeing her mouth from the pressure. She hesitated, uncertain.
Carol moved her head down slowly, licking the flesh between the two holes. The smell of Miss Browning's asshole excited her and the puckered skin looked soft. She kissed her teacher's asshole tentatively and licked her lips, tasting the moist, sweaty, human quality. Miss Browning moaned loudly at the feel of the tongue on her asshole, and Carol held back no longer. She thrust her tongue into the dark hole, licking the warm, puckered flesh. The taste was strong, heavy, musky but sexually arousing.
The two women sucked each other with abandon. Carol's tongue darted in and out of Miss Browning's asshole as she gleefully performed her new-found sexual delight. Barbara, in turn, wildly sucked and licked the girl's clitoris. She was thrilled that Carol had taken so easily to the idea of sucking her asshole, a particularly erogenous zone for her. This was quite a girl, and so young. Her earlier thoughts of guilt at her actions were completely forgotten in the heat of the moment. Anyway, Carol was enjoying their little sexual escapade at least as much as Barbara. She lifted her head.
"Suck my pussy, Carol," she directed. "Eat me."
Carol was in no hurry to do as she was asked. She was surprised that her teacher's asshole had tasted so good, amazed at her own stimulation while tonguing it. Reluctantly, she withdrew her mouth from the orifice, taking her tongue from its tight covering. Miss Browning's buttocks bounced across her face as the older woman moved her cunt onto Carol's waiting mouth. Carol covered the pussy with her hungry lips, pushing her tongue deep inside. She guessed that her teacher was approaching orgasm, she knew she was, and she gobbled the sloppy pussy with great vigor.
Miss Browning felt the girl's mouth move delightfully from her ass to her cunt, and hurried to bring the girl to orgasm with her. Her pretty face was soaked with saliva and pussy-juice, here and there a curly blond hair sticking to her cheeks and lips. She pushed a finger into Carol's asshole, feeling the girl jump at the intrusion, her movement forcing the digit deeply inside her. Barbara ran her tongue furiously over Carol's cunt, breathing heavily, the hot air inflaming the girl's genitals.
Carol's body trembled as her excitement rushed to the brink of orgasm.
"I'm coming," she cried into Miss Browning's pussy, her voice barely audible. "Mmmm . . . lick me . . . suck me ... "
Miss Browning's body shook as her orgasm began. Wave after wave of sexual shock flowed through her body and her cunt overflowed, filling Carol's mouth with hot, sticky cum. Carol swallowed again and again, savoring the fluid, loving the taste that marked the culmination of her act. The juice flowed straight into Carol's mouth as she slurped noisily. Her own orgasm began.
"Ohhhh . . . mmmm ..." she groaned, still lapping her teacher's box. She dug her fingernails into Miss Browning's ass-cheeks, breaking the skin as she climaxed.
Carol's cunt constricted as it spewed forth its juice. Miss Browning let the juice flow from the orifice, lapping it up as it came into view, loving the tart, womanly taste filling her mouth.
The two women bucked on the desk, never losing their grips on each other's buttocks. Soft moans of pleasure mingled with loud slurping noises to fill the room as they licked each other, swallowing rapidly to keep up with the flow of love-juice.
Carol kept her teacher's pussy pressed down on her mouth as her own orgasm slowed. She moved her tongue lazily across the red, throbbing flesh like a cat, licking it clean, loving the taste that filled her mouth and the sex smell that permeated the air. Her pussy quivered in exquisite pleasure at the tongue bath Miss Browning was administering.
Finally, they rested, fully extended, their bodies limp. Their cunts were licked dry, the extract of each other's orgasms having been consumed by the other. They lay exhausted, satisfied.
Miss Browning was the first to stir. She lifted her pussy from Carol's sticky mouth, a string of cum sticking to both women. Carol watched through half-closed eyes at the juice dripping lewdly above her. She retrieved it with her tongue and swallowed it happily. Barbara flipped over and lay side by side with Carol, their faces level. She stared deeply into Carol's hazy eyes.
"Carol? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to force you into that. I... I just needed you so much," she whispered.
Carol surveyed her teacher's face. She almost laughed but restrained herself. Miss Browning's pretty face was covered with sweat and cunt-juice, curly blond hairs scattered all over. Her lips glistened with moisture. Carol had to assume she looked the same, and she licked her lips, smiling.
"I didn't want to be forced into it either, but I'm glad I was." Carol grinned wickedly.
They clung to each other, hugging happily, their breasts mashing together sensually, their bodies joined, each lost in her private thoughts.
Miss Browning held the young girl in her arms, tenderly massaging the flesh of her back. She felt so fulfilled, so satisfied. Carol was so sexy and exciting. The young girl had just given her one of the most gratifying sexual experiences of her life. She kissed Carol gently on the ear.
Carol glanced at the clock on the wall. Three-forty-five. She was sure Phil had given up waiting for her and left. This had been quite an afternoon, and she was glad she had gone through with it. She had even learned a new form of sexual pleasure and had thoroughly enjoyed it, once she got over her original misgivings. Nonetheless, she was a bit apprehensive. Sex with kids her own age was one thing, but Miss Browning was thirty-five and her teacher. She wondered whether anyone would notice anything different between them in class, whether she, herself, would feel comfortable. Could they continue their teacher-student roles? Would they, should they, have sex again? It had been very exciting. Miss Browning had a nice body and face and she was such a gentle, loving sex partner. Carol wasn't sure of anything but she felt complacent in the woman's aims. What should they do? What did she want to do? She held her teacher tightly. She giggled.
Miss Browning looked at her questioningly.
"I was just thinking about this being a weird place to make love," Carol said.
Barbara grinned.
"It isn't the most romantic place you could imagine, is it?"
They both laughed softly. Miss Browning cleared her throat.
"Carol ... it was fantastic making love to you, but I'll never make demands on you again. I'm sorry I did today, but someday I'll explain why to you. Everything will be the same in class but if you want to see me personally, we'll make plans to meet at my house. I hope you'll want to sometime. You know, you really are so beautiful."
Carol smiled and they kissed tenderly, exchanging the tastes of each other's pussies still lingering in their mouths.