But in that moment, I didn’t care. I slowly extended my tongue to the juices, and when my tongue made contact, I practically melted into the floor. I was tasting Ms. Wagner. I eagerly and hungrily stuck the whole finger into my mouth, hearing a gasp. I looked up and Amy was watching me.
She bit her lip. “So hot, baby,” was all she could manage. I stuck my finger inside her again, then added another, then another. I began pumping my hand in and out of her, my face now inches from her beautiful sex-goddess pussy. This was all I ever wanted. She was all I ever wanted. I could just fucking die right now.
“Keep going,” she moaned. I knew I had small hands, but this was still a surprise. I stuck a fourth finger in, then gasped. I had seen an internet video about this once or twice (ever since I had discovered how to look up big boobs online, I kind of became an online porn addict). But… could I really do it? My first real time with a girl, no less?
Hesitantly, I slipped my thumb into her pussy too, and was met with very little resistance. Then, inch by inch, I slipped more and more of my hand into her. Once inside, I maneuvered my hand so that I could close it… into a fist. I couldn’t believe this.
And neither could she. “Oh my God… are you… Holy fuck… I can’t believe this, oh my God Mina…” she was babbling. I can’t imagine she’d ever been with someone who had hands as small as mine, so I think it was safe to say this couldn’t have been accomplished with anyone else. But sure enough, here I was, rubbing her clit gently (and occasionally her outer folds, giving her clit a break whenever I felt it was overstimulated, happened all the time with me) with one hand, and fucking fisting my homeroom teacher with the other. This was just surreal. I couldn’t believe it. My homeroom teacher was one horny, kinky dominating bitch. And I was her lowly, shameless slut.
I found myself smiling in disbelief and pure lust as I pumped my fist in and out of my teacher, with her moaning and doing her best not to scream for me in the process. Like I said, her scent was overpowering, so eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, and, without waiting for an invitation, replaced my hand on her clit with my tongue.
The learning curve for this one was surprisingly easy. I suppose it helped that I had a clit myself. It also helped that I could have eaten Amy for fucking hours. I was addicted from the moment my tongue hit her. She still kept her one hand on the desk to steady herself, but now her other hand found itself on the back of my hand, goading me into going more, doing more, and going deeper. Eventually if felt like my right arm was going to fall off, so I slowly and gently removed my fist from inside her, retrieving my now-soaked hand from inside her. I now had the complete freedom to lick all the way up and down her pussy, even to stick my tongue inside her and sample her juices from the source, which I eagerly did, all while giving her clit some love from my other hand again.
Amy clamped down on my head with her thighs, and what a delicious sensation it was. To have my head forced into her delicious enticing pussy by her hypnotic sexy thighs – I wasn’t even touching myself and I might have had an orgasm before she did. Her breathing quickened, and her moans got deeper. “Yes, right there, Mina, keep doing that, I’m going to…” she trailed off, her breathing practically turning into hyperventilating. Not quite knowing what to do but trusting her advice that I should just keep doing what I was doing, I eagerly and diligently lapped away at her and used every passionate movement my hand could muster. Her thighs were like a vicegrip on my head, and I felt the surge go through her body. At first, she went stiff, but then the pleasure rippled through her, and I swear I could feel it. That said, I didn’t even need to, because she emitted a guttural moan loud enough it drowned out the words of Gandhi.
I had made Amy cum. I had made my crush, my fucking teacher, orgasm on my tongue. She was breathing heavily, and I didn’t even hear it the first time she told me to stand. I heard her the second time though, so I clumsily stood up, and she, still breathing heavily, managed to get up off the desk.
“Did I do an okay job?” I timidly asked.
“Oh, just fucking come here,” she told me in a breathy voice, smashing me into the wall again. It actually kind of hurt my head, but it was for Amy, I could take it. She immediately started making out with me again, seemingly not caring where my tongue and mouth had just been, but also something felt different about this kiss. It felt more like she was melting into me. It felt… tender. Like love. Like true love.
The kiss ended quickly on account of Amy needing more air than usual, but once she caught her breath, she started looking me up and down. “So, do you want me to make you feel good like that too?”
I was nervous. “Would… would I… would that be okay?” I managed.
“You are so fucking cute,” she panted, shaking her head. “Get on the desk.”
Today of all days, I wore pants, even though it would have been hot to watch Ms. Wagner hike up my skirt, see I was wearing no panties (hey, it was my fantasy, may as well go all in) and immediately begin to eat me.
I propped myself up on her desk, gently moving some stuff out of the way. Amy pointed to my ass. “Lift,” she commanded, and I complied, amazing I didn’t slip on my wet hand as those were the only two things supporting me. As I lifted my butt off the desk, she undid my pants and slid them down my legs, and immediately I felt bashful and ashamed.
So, she was shaved. I was definitely not. Would this have been a dealbreaker? I didn’t think to ask beforehand to see if she was shaved or not. As my panties slid down my legs, I figured it was too late now, although my body language must have given how I felt away.
“Hey,” she said warmly, prying my legs apart. She studied my womanhood with my eyes. “You look beautiful.” I scooted forward, allowing her better access to my pussy, and her face lingered close to my pussy for a few seconds, seemingly taking in the sight. Or my smell.
“Can I say something?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course,” I immediately replied.
“I love the way you smell,” she seductively purred, making me chuckle. Yeah, I sure knew how she felt. Without another word, she began licking up my slit, making me both moan and instinctively spread my legs a little more.
So, uh, holy shit. Fun fact, that felt so much better when it wasn’t me doing it. Ms. Wager was licking my pussy. My homeroom teacher had me lay on her desk as she ate me out. It was a shame I couldn’t tell Johnny about this, because God knows by the time I was of age and could tell him without any worries of repercussions we will have broken up and one of us will have flown halfway across the country.
Amy kept up the oral assault on my pussy, which, needless to say, barely knew how to keep up. Gingerly, Amy took a hand and used her middle finger to pet over my slit over and over while her tongue gently wrote cursive letters around my clit.