It was the Monday after our sex-filled romp, and here I was in history class, my eyes locked on the sexy shape of Ms. Marston. My pussy was a wet center of heat, I had my butt plug stuffed up my tight ass, and I could barely sit still, it felt so good when I wiggled my hips, making that plug swirl around inside the tight grip of my starfish.
It was the last class of the day, and I was eager to show Kristine that I had remembered what she told me and to be rewarded accordingly.
When class ended, I passed close to her, she cooed, "Be back in 5 minutes, sweetie," and my pussy gave another lurch, god, the nearness of her had my lust surging.
The school emptied quickly, and 5 minutes later, I slipped into her room, locking the door behind me. She had drawn the blinds as she slowly and she smiled seductively at me.
"Come over here sweetie, drop your panties, then bend over for me."
I quickly did so, my panties hit the floor, and I bent at the waist. I felt her hands drift up the inside of my thighs, and the back of my skirt was flipped up. I knew my heart-shaped red jewel butt plug was displayed for her eyes, and she wiggled it around, making me growl with need.
"Oh yes, such a good student, all ready for a special after-school lesson. You are coming home with me baby, so we can enjoy the privacy of my house, and take our time."
She gave me her address and told me to follow her 10 minutes later, to avoid anyone seeing us leaving together, and getting nosy. It didn't take long and soon, I was on her doorstep, my body alive with lust. She invited me in and quickly led me to her bedroom. She pulled my body to hers, her lips finding mine, our mouths fused, tongues swirling and dancing, as I felt her soft hands stripping me naked.
She pulled back, her eyes drinking in my nudity, and cooed, "So sexy, going to love making you feel so good."
She slipped off her blouse and her skirt, and I felt the heat surge. She was wearing a red lace demi-cup bra, tiny red lace see-through panties that just covered the completely bare outer lips of her pussy, the matching red lace garter belt, and held up by the 6 garters, long black nylon stockings. God, she looked like a wet dream personified.
"Now, on your knees baby, just like a subservient little cunt licker."
I was now face to face with her pussy region, I breathed in the lust-driven scent starting to rise up, she smelled like sex personified, and my eyes flared, locked on the juncture.
"Taste me, sweetie."
I quickly did as she said, running my tongue over the front of her panties, getting a faint trace of the juices that patterned the inside of the crotch. Kristine moaned, deep and low in her throat as my tongue swabbed that thin covering between me and her pink heaven.
"Good girl. Now pull them down."
I did so and the full scent of her wafted out beneath my nose. She spread her stance slightly, her panties suspended between her knees, and I wasted no time, my tongue slid between her swollen lips and nudged out the hood of her clit. It throbbed as I formed a seal around it with my lips and sucked, her sweet, sticky juices coating my chin.
Kristine's cries and purrs of pleasure drifted around me, spurring me on as I serviced her like a little bitch in heat, with no purpose other than to service her voracious sexual appetite. She stepped back a pace, letting her panties drop to the floor.
"Now, lie down on my bed baby, so I can ride your sweet face."
I eagerly did so, the exciting spectacle of my history teacher positioning herself, and that wet pink waterslide of pleasure hovering. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, her sweet fuck hole covering my mouth as she drove her cunt down on my tongue.
"Mmmm, mmmmmm, oh yeah, wriggle that tongue baby, shove it up my cunt!"
I was happy to do that, her sweet muff rocked back and forth and rotated slowly as she felt my tongue sliding all over the inside of her tasty fuck hole. The taste of Kristine in heat spurred me on, I was totally enamored of licking her hot box.
