05 - The ultimate lecture
Wednesday! The mere word had been like an obsession to her the last few days. How was it possible that one single expected event could occupy one's every waking moment like this? Totally paralyse your mind?
The day at school had been endless; to such an extent that she was driven almost to the brink of desperation.
In the end she just had to leave, and sat in a park nearby for the last few hours trying to read something. She couldn't concentrate about anything though, not about the reading either.
At three she was back in her apartment and in the shower, cleaning herself from top to toe the second time that day.
So now she was in this damned bus again. On her way up to Mayo, - again. Up to face a challenge so thrilling that she felt she would never see a woman's body the same way after this. Never, not even after the first mind- blowing sexual experience with her beloved Jean.
Jean
! Ann got a little uneasy in her seat.
Her jaws just stopped aching about yesterday! Her pulse still wasn't back to normal. And her mind.... had probably
never
been normal, come to think of it.
The two last nights she had more or less cried herself to sleep. Her feelings raced back and forth, from intense love with that miraculous woman, down to dark desperation that her lesbian passions so totally took over her entire life. Other girls lived a normal life and had dates with boys. She could think of nothing but the soft curves and horny pussies of those ladies that all of a sudden rumbled in over her life like steamrollers. Those horny pussies! Tits with nipples aching to be massaged, thighs and rounded butts demanding to be worshipped. Horny eyes looking down at her, demanding nothing but full attention and effort, a mind set for the pursue of the knowledge and skills necessary to reach Jean's visions on the perfect service girl. They definitely were the right people in the right position, no doubt about that. Ann could clearly feel – just like Jean had told her so many times already - how they enjoyed not only her excellent skills as a service girl, but just as much the feeling of power and supremacy that was the key part of their role in the game.
And Jean had this in her blood! It was an integrated part of her personality. Nobody who would know her well would question her natural authority, the way she accepted the worship of her body and person as the most natural thing. Anne felt she would take it as such from any young girl, not just from her, even though she knew she was special.
At least she felt special after their first dark night of lovemaking. And that's how Anne really felt about it; a
dark night of lovemaking.
Not dark in a negative meaning of the word of course. Quite on the contrary. Absolutely!
Dark in a mysterious way. An overwhelming way. The way she felt that she had been totally out of control, directed by the pure instinct of nature.
And the dark night. The long, dark hours of soft sighs and moans, all through the night. All until they both fell asleep at the first light of dawn, totally exhausted.
The details of their first night together came back to her again and again, making her heart race and her cheeks glow. The night of her life; the final breakthrough!
She felt her own pussy moisten as the fantastic feeling came back to her once again, and she was glad she had got used to wear her Libresse nearly all the time by now. That fantastic feeling of slipping in between those open thighs that very first time, to sense more than see the pussy of her life in there in the darkness, feel the scent of excitement flowing against her, the desire to please so strong she could scream of joy. And then the well- trimmed bush against her nose, the soft lips embracing her tongue, and the thighs instantly closing in hard around her head. Oh those thighs! The softness, the strength and those microscopic shudders and spasms of the muscles in there.
Fore a while she completely forgot the purpose of their session, and lost herself totally in the depths of this intensely erotic and spicy world of female passion. So did Jean, apparently. Not a word was said for a long time. They hardly moved at all. Only once the gorgeous lady adjusted her position to spread herself a little better for the loving tongue. A bit later a gentle hand came down to rest on the back of her head. Not to guide her touch or to pull her closer in, more like a caress to indicate the acceptance and appreciation of the love that was given to her. The acceptance that made Jean Jean.
After a long period of quiet breathing and small sighs, Anne started to recall what they were there for. Even if Jean still hadn't encouraged it, she knew she should remember to let her experience her special skills rather than think of her own joy. And since there actually was no contradiction between the two, there was no reason not to go for it like she had done with the other ladies.
As she prepared to do her first tongue penetration, she intensely hoped that it would give as much joy to Jean as to Mary and Pamela. From their violent orgasms she felt quite confident about the quality of her skills, but still. What if Jean didn't react the same way? What if she didn't like it? She would
never
survive a blow like that!
But it was soon clear that there was no need to worry! As she let her tongue push gently inwards, Jean's breathing immediately stocked, and her thighs tensed and came in on her cheeks again. Very slowly she went deeper until she felt the tongue stretch stopping her. Then there was the moment required to completely relax her jaws and throat. Immediately the strained feeling went away, and she could start her second push, as her unique physical features allowed her; all the way in. Filling her lady completely!
Jean's body started shaking like a leaf. She tensed up from head to toe, holding her breath and gritting her teeth as the fantastic sensations got her. Even her fingers twitched! Until she managed to grab the armrest, that is.
She was
totally
overwhelmed!! Sure she had had some excellent service over the last few years, but this was beyond anything even
she
was able to contemplate! The feeling of being filled up was stronger than anything she had ever experienced with a man, or even an oversized dildo! Maybe it was partly because of the feelings she had for this particular girl, but still; the intensity of the glowing heat in her belly just got her. Mercilessly... She realised she would be blown away in just a few more thrusts! No wonder Pam and Mary broke in record time!
The miraculous tongue started a gentle but firm rhythm of thrusts, filling the drooling pussy to the brink at each full penetration. The belly heat rose to uncontrollable intensity faster than Jean could even react. She tried to spread out wider and shift her hips into various positions to ease the intensity. As a last clumsy attempt, she clamped her thighs around the curly head and used her shaking hands to try to push it away from her. Which naturally didn't work at all.
She exploded!
It hit her like a hurricane. She threw herself backwards on the couch and yelled out as she spurted her cum into the hungry mouth. All over that hard working tongue. Thighs clamped down harder and hands grasped the head and hair in uncontrolled ecstasy. The pain made Anne's eyes overflow, but she dug in more determined than ever, taking down those sweet pussy juices as they gushed at her, once again showing the world who was in control of the orgasms in this place!
