Chapter Four: [B]ig
Nearly another week passed before Chris came to her with another A. This time, it wasn't on a test, but his steel-hard excitement was too cute for Morgan to refuse. Holding a towel and kneeling at his feet, she stroked his full length while smiling up at him, expecting to be asked to remove her blouse again. Chris was a touch predictable, but then all teenagers were.
"I want to eat your pussy."
Holding him above her, his shaft obscuring half her vision of him, Morgan paused. To her surprise, a blush crept onto her face. She smiled the bewildered smile of an adult who thought they knew too much. Suddenly, kneeling made her feel small before him, like she was submitting to him, and she imagined him between her legs and shivered. "You want to do what now?"
Chris stammered, "I got an A, and so I w-want to eat your pussy. You always suck my d-dick, and I wanted to learn how to make you feel good, too." He tried hard to sound confident at the beginning, but the more he spoke, the more his confidence left him. Morgan, however, was stunned by him and could not see it. The request alone was bold enough to arouse her. To be holding his fat shaft in her hand as he made that request, however, broke her. Standing, she stepped out of her shorts without thinking.
She smiled at his shock and removed her panties next. Her crotch was neatly trimmed and very wet, but Chris hardly had the experience to notice. He was left speechless by the sight of her smooth skin and her most private regions. Morgan held him by the dick again and stroked him idly. "Well, if that's what you want, then I can be your teacher." She squeezed his dick. "I'll miss you, my big friend, but we can catch up later. For now..." Morgan turned to clear a spot on her desk before sitting, bare ass, on it. Chris began leaking precum.
Holding her legs apart at the thighs, Morgan displayed her neatly trimmed womanhood to an audience of one. Chris stood close, staring breathlessly at his teacher's pink, glistening folds. His dick throbbed, hard and dripping, matching her arousal. Morgan was beautiful, more beautiful than he expected any woman could be.
Morgan flashed him a smile as she held herself by her slender thighs. "Go ahead and have a taste, Chris," she said. "I promise I won't bite."
Chris, blushing and shaking, moved closer. Kneeling as Morgan had kneeled so many times before him, he gazed longingly at her open labia. It is not the first vagina he had seen, though it is the first he had seen in person. She kept her pubic hair short and neatly cropped around her vulva. Inside, she was pink and shiny, clean and glistening in her arousal. Comparing her to a flower seemed appropriate, though the texture was fleshier and ripe. He likened it next to a fruit, to a peach to be exact, and then touched her tentatively.
Morgan took him by the hand and guided him. Smiling down at him patiently, she used his thumbs to open her further and let him enjoy the moist warmth as he entered her. Chris could feel the wetness around his thumb and was astonished at how welcoming she was. Morgan took him to the knuckle with a quiet moan, and he wondered if this was natural or a byproduct of her arousal.
He got his answer when she cupped his head and pulled him toward her while whispering, "If you're going to do it, Chris, then do it." She said his name with needy want.
Nodding again, Chris stared up into her big blue eyes as he licked her. He was careful to start, probing her folds and watching her shiver with his thumb inside of her. Morgan began smiling again, gathering his hair in her hands and holding it out of his face as he licked her. He grew bolder, tonguing her lips repeatedly while holding her open with his thumb. Moisture gathered, and Morgan moaned. That is when he got his answer: this was arousal.
Emboldened by her pleasure, Chris went deeper. He drove his tongue into her with inexperienced enthusiasm, moving artlessly but with passion. Morgan seemed to enjoy it and held him to her pussy, rocking her hips into him as she panted and gasped. Moving her hands, she rubbed his shoulders and squeezed his muscles as she shook with pleasure. "Oh! Right there, Chris, right there! Keep moving your tongue. Mm! Yes! Go deep, twirl it! Lap at it like a dog, Chris! Oh. Oh! My, your tongue is flexible, isn't it? Use it, Chris. Use it!"
He was clumsy but his excitement excited her. Morgan was attractive, and she always had men throwing themselves at her. Most men were willing to go down on her, but Chris was more than willing. He ate her like he was hungry, and he seemed to drink up her arousal. He WANTED to go down on her, and as his cheeks grew moist with arousal, she grew close to climax.
Cupping her ass, Chris buried himself into her privates. He forced his face into her cleft and nuzzled her as she tongued her folds. Morgan twitched, writhing as Chris' nose rubbed her clit and forced her into climax. Toes curled, she fell back gasping and laughing, smiling as she patted his head and played with his hair. It was not the first orgasm that Chris had given her, but it was the first he had given her intentionally, and it was good. His tongue is long and fluid, and it filled her cavity and opened her as well as it could. He lacked experience but made up for it with skill and desire. She was impressed.
Holding him still by his long, thick hair, Morgan sat up to watch him. She gritted her teeth as he continued to eat her, unheeding of her climax. He was so focused on her flavor, on her scent, and on the notion of pleasing her, that he didn't even notice the pleasure he had already given her. Supporting herself with one arm and holding him with her other hand, she pinned him to her peach and rolled her hips into his eager tongue. "Mm. That's it, Chris. There's your reward. Eat me, you stud. Eat me well!"
Knocking her clit with each lick, Chris brought her to a second powerful orgasm that left her breathless and shaking. Morgan had to cover her mouth to quiet her moans. Panting and whining, she found herself edging toward a third orgasm as the taboo and the pleasure mingled. By this point, she felt numb everywhere except for her pussy and her head, and her head was spinning too much to pin down any sort of feeling at all. Coming a third time, she slapped him on the shoulder and growled.
"Enough," she barked. "That's enough, Chris. Stop. Stop!"
Chris obeyed. Sitting back, he stared up at her with his face dripping in her arousal. His dick hurt, he was so hard, and without thinking, he stood to find his teacher at rest on her desk, breathless, holding herself by her belly with one hand while the other hand was at rest on her forehead. She was sweating and panting, her tiny breasts capped by swollen nipples. Her pussy was wet and parted, like her legs, and Chris found herself drawn toward it like vertigo.
He had enjoyed eating her as much as she had enjoyed being eaten. He could still taste her on his tongue, and he licked his lip to taste her again. Staring at her tiny body with his long, fat cock suspended over it, he felt bold, and he moved on instinct.
Morgan smiled when she felt his hands on her thighs, and she let him open her legs. Expecting him to eat her again, to taste her selfishly like a child might, she allowed him to move up without realizing his true intentions. She was prepared to sit up, to pull him to standing and replace him on her knees. Instead, she opened her eyes to find him lining up and, eyes wide, moved to stop him. Her arms were still weak, though, and she had no strength to fight him. He pushed and opened her, and Morgan winced with the expectation of pain, but he entered her smoothly, with one stroke, and though there was pain, she could hardly feel it through all of the pleasure.
"Chris!" His name came with an orgasm. Taking hold of his strong forearms, she winced through the pleasure. Chris sank into his shaft, his balls at rest against her. Whining, Morgan buried her face into his muscular chest and bit him in angered arousal. Taking hold of his waist, she held him in place and then pulled him deeper. Quaking, she came again, wide-eyed, almost drooling against him. Morgan was not a big woman, but Chris was a big man. Her cervix parted around him as she took him to the hilt.
"Chris," she whined his name while sitting back to stare at him. Longer and thicker than any man before him, he reached depths of her that were previously unexplored. With one thrust, Chris touched virgin parts of her and awakened her to unfamiliar pleasure. She touched his chest, where she had bit him, and smiled. It felt like seeing color for the first time. Meeting his gaze and catch him staring, she flexed around him, and she moaned. "You're inside of me," she whispered. "Chris, you're inside of me!"
