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Ms.G

By: Azaxel1



Some people get crushes on their teachers. Not me, plus I never had a good looking teacher, until my senior year in high school. One of my teachers caught my attention, not because of her looks, at first, but because of her age. She looked like she was 21 (I later found out she was 26). A lot of guys in the school thought she was hot. I thought she was very attractive, but not hot. She did have a very good body. She was 5' 7," 120 pounds, long sandy-blond hair, and brown eyes. She had a tight ass and nice B cup sized tits. I won't give her real name, so I'll call her Ms. G. Now Ms. G was a funny teacher, but kind of strict. Her class wasn't the best, or the funnest to be in. She gave us a lot of work. I was only in there for a semester and when it ended I had mixed emotions. As a person and a teacher, I liked Ms. G, but I wasn't sad to be out of her class.

A couple of weeks into the new semester, we had to research a career and find someone to study in that career. I chose teacher. I had a hard time finding a teacher to study, but Ms. G gladly agreed to. So when the day came, I showed up to her room half an hour before school, as she requested. She was wearing black overalls with a tight, tan colored shirt underneath. Her outfit showed her features well. The day started easily enough. Ms. G guided me through her lesson plans for the day.

( To make you familiar with the schedule at that school, we have block-scheduling. You have three classes a day. There are A and B days, so you have A classes and B classes. The school days go A day, B day, A day, etc. This was a B day. In between the first and second classes is a 15 minute break. In between the second and last class is lunch. Each class is 1 hour and 40 minutes long.)

After going over lesson plans, the bell rang and Ms. G's B2 class came in. The class was boring. They just did a group assignment all period. I observed as Ms. G instructed the class and helped out the groups when they needed it. The first class ended. Ms. G and I went down to the office, made copies, grabbed a snack, and headed back to class. On the way back, I stopped to go to the bathroom. As I headed back to the room, I ran into a friend. He jokingly asked if I had screwed her yet.(During the time we had Ms. G together she told us she doesn't get involved with her students. She would tell the class repeatedly because there was a kid in the class who always asked her out.)

I reminded my friend she doesn't see her students and we both laughed it off. Little did I know what would happen by the end of the day.

The break ended, B4 came in. Same story with that class. Boring, they just did the group assignment. I was hungry and lunch couldn't come soon enough. Finally the class ended and it was lunch time. Ms. G and I grabbed lunch from the teacher's lounge and went back to her room. We made small talk, I learned she didn't have a boyfriend, which surprised me. We finished lunch and talked some more. While we were talking, she reached across her desk for a paper. As she bent over I couldn't help, but admire her ass. I instantly became aroused. When she sat down, she looked at me. First in the face, probably noticing I had been checking her out. Her eyes slowly crept down lower. I was sure she had seen the outline of my hardon through my jeans. Ms. G suddenly got up and walked out of the room. She said she'd be right back. She locked the door on the way out. She claimed she didn't want anyone to come in while she was gone.

Minutes later, she came back in. I didn't notice right away that she left the door locked. Ms. G walked over to a cupboard and tried to reach for something on the top shelf. She couldn't get it. She tried again, but was still unable to reach it. She asked me if I would get it for her. I got up and walked over to her. I tried to reach over her for the small box she appeared to have been aiming for. She turned to me, put her hand on my chest, and said, "I lied." She quickly pushed me onto a desk and before I could react, she undid my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers. She grabbed my cock with one hand and put her mouth over the head. She sucked and licked just the head. She danced her tongue in circles over the tip. Her tongue then ran down the shaft.

“You like that?” she said teasingly, “Want more?”

“Yes!” I replied.

Her lips covered the tip, then slowly started moving all the way down. She bobbed her head up and down at different speeds. Her hand worked my pole as her lips caressed the head. I was about to cum, then she stopped, and proceeded again. She did this about three more times. She was driving me crazy. As luck would have it, the bell rang for the last class. Ms. G straddled me and gave me a long passionate kiss. She said we would finish later. I pulled up my pants as she walked over to the door and let her class in. 

Needless to say, B6 seemed like it took forever to end. A couple of times during class, she would look over at me and smile. I wanted to just run over, throw her on a desk and fuck her right in front of the class. When class ended, Ms. G scooted her class out the door.

She told me to stay seated as she walked towards me. She straddled me in the chair, kissed me again, and took off my shirt, followed by hers. She let me take off her bra. I pulled down my pants as she stood up and took off her overalls. To my amazement, she wore no panties. Her bald womanhood stared right at me. She straddled me again, kissing me some more as she rocked back and forth on the shaft of my penis. She was so hot and wet. I wanted to be inside her more than anything. She took my cock in her hand, put the tip to her love lips, rubbing it against them. Her juices moistened my rod. I raised my hips and tried to thrust into her, but she rose off me enough to avoid it.

“Patience”, she taunted.

She again ran the head against her slit. She inserted a small part of the tip into her. She rubbed my dick around in a circular motion, then removed it from her.

She looked me in the eye with a sex crazed look and asked. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel your cock inside me, feeling me slide up and down your length until you can’t take anymore? Do you want to cum in me?”

“God Yes!” I groaned.

Once again she put my aching cock to her entrance. This time she lowered herself onto the head. She stayed there for a second before continuing, slowly. The walls of her pussy gripped me tightly, lovingly, as they engulfed me. I could feel every ripple of every muscle grip my meat until she had taken me all the way in. The pleasure was intense. She fucked me hard, picking up the pace, slowing down, then going faster. Ms. G reached up and turned the radio on to muffle our moans. I couldn't believe I was fucking my teacher. The look in her eyes told me she had totally abandoned herself to the act. It felt so good driving my pole into her steamy channel. We continued fucking as I played with her ass and tits. Sweat started pouring off her body as she drove up and down my wet length as her ass slapped against my legs. Holding onto her hips was becoming impossible. The sensation was too great, but before I could cum, she stopped. Ms. G removed me from her completely. She slowly slid down my legs. She took my dick back into her mouth, tasting herself. Her lips worked up and down my rod ever so slowly. My climax started building. She sensed it and halted.

She slowly rose to straddle me. She slid me into her ever so easily. She went straight for the kill this time, riding me at an unbelievable pace. The fire in my lions built to the point of explosion, but before it could escape into her, she once again stopped. She really knew how to push my buttons. Every time she stopped, I wanted her even more. Ms. G kissed me again before continuing. She slammed into me hard until she climaxed and came with a mind blowing orgasm and collapsed onto me. We stayed there, holding each other for several minutes, sticking together from the sweat. Ms. G stared fucking me again after catching her breath. A few seconds into it, I started to cum, then she stopped, but this time she got off me, pulled up my pants, and pushed me out the door. 

She said, "I'm not done with you yet."

Our next meeting happened the next day, during school. I got called out of math class. On the way to the office, Ms. G stopped me and told me she called me out and to follow her. We walked out of the back of the school and out onto the football field. She told me she loved the snow and wanted to fuck in it. I told her it was crazy since it was cold and someone could see us if they walked out of the school. She said that's what made it so exciting. She stripped off her clothes right there, then she stripped off mine. I laid down in the snow. She straddled me and picked up right where we left off. It was so cold out, my back was almost numb. Her pussy felt so hot, like it was on fire, and she was wetter than ever. We fucked out in the snow right in plain of the school. The thrill was awesome. I couldn't take it and started to cum. Of course she stopped.

" That's it." I said. 

I rolled her over onto her back and started pumping as fast and as hard as I could. I slammed my cock into her pussy like there was no tomorrow. The snow around us started to melt from the heat of our bodies. Each time I withdrew my dick, it seemed wetter and wetter. I rammed it back in to the hilt. I felt her clench her pussy muscles giving me even more pleasure. I ran my hands over her body and my fingers down her clit. The shock from the cold was something else, and it added more intensity. Ms. G was on the brink of the biggest orgasm of her life. She lifted her head to mine and we kissed as we made hot, passionate love in the snow on the 30 yard line. I didn't know how much more I could take. I was holding off until Ms. G came. Soon, the feeling from fucking and the shock of the cold was to much as her body writhed around, and she shuddered as she screamed and came. It had become too much and I followed right behind her, as I climaxed and shot my load deep into her cunny. I kissed her for a long time, then asked, "I thought you didn't get involved with your students?" She responded by saying, "You are not one of MY students anymore, remember."

Since then we have had sex several times. Her goal is to have sex in every classroom and office in the school. I plan on helping her reach that goal.

Ms. G



I just loved this weather. I stood on my hotel room balcony and just watched as heat waves dance between the speeding cars. California had proved to be well worth it. The sun had seemed to remain idle in the sky since I'd arrived 3 days ago and I couldn't help but let my caramel-complexioned skin melt under its gaze.

Although this trip was originally planned to only visit my mother, I'd tried my hardest to transform it into my mini-vacation; calling off of work for this long had proven to be a difficult task. My boss, whom I believe is the spawn of true evil, did everything in her power to prevent me from leaving that too brightly lit office in Garden District, New Orleans. 

I'd said to her, "In 2 months my ma will be moving very far away, I cannot have her gone without seeing her again."

I watched her wince at my slow and whimsical drawl, but she only stared.

"I will be gone for 5 days...I have already simplified both your schedule and books for my replacement. I have my flight booked Dr. Swanson." I pursed my small but plump, and currently scarlet-red painted, lips together and jutted my chin out. 

Dr. Elizabeth R. Swanson, a Manhattan-raised, no nonsense private cardiologist, reclaimed her seat behind the semi-circular mahogany desk. The desk was fabulous, but utterly ridiculous; it took up almost a 3rd of the office room space. She had insisted on it. 

She looked over her schedule book that I'd placed in front of her computer. "Well you better be back here no later than agreed, and I expect your replacement to be fully briefed," she said while staring at herself in the oval mirrors hanging on the wall behind me. Her hair, a pale blond with plenty grays, is pinned back in an elegant bun. She has on an eggplant colored silk blouse and simple, however, obviously expensive black slacks and flat patent leather shoes. 

She knew I was the best assistant she'd ever hired, and wouldn't dare jeopardize her thriving practice; we both knew it. I smiled with one corner of my mouth, turned on my 4 inch heels, and switched out of the office.

That month I spent every weekend in the shopping district, stocking up on bathing suits and summer dresses. The only items I could afford to stop buying are shoes, since I could have bought a new car with the money I've spent on them.

"Mm cher it was worth it," I said to myself as I tossed my head of unruly, jet black hair back. I tip toed back into my hotel room, past the pretty little thing still sleeping in my bed. In front of the bathroom mirror, I undressed and took a quick analysis of my body. 

I had never been considered a thin girl; with hips 44 inches around and toned, thick thighs, I was far from it. My breasts sit small and pretty, my nipples a pale peach color, and incredibly tiny are surrounded by quarter-sized puffy areolas. I turned and looked at the long scratches on my back left by the Venice Beach sweetie I'd picked up last night. I've forgotten her name. My waist fell in greatly, and was constantly tickled by the thick ropes of hair that tumbled from my scalp. 

After stepping into the shower, I heard my cellphone ring. I knew it was my mother calling to inquire about our plans today. I hoped that whatsherface would be gone when I got out. She'd been fun, and her pussy was certainly delicious, but that was all. 

While toweling off my hair, I heard the door slam shut. She'd left, and I was free to call my mother; my flight leaving early the next morning had me stressed to spend all the time that I could with her and still enjoy my last night in sunny California. 

Two hours later I was ready; my eyes, large, chocolate-brown, and almond shaped, were dressed in tasteful black lining; my lips painted a soft pink; and my hair straightened, and pulled up in a tight ponytail. I had on my favorite little black dress and new pair of Jimmy Choo shoes I'd gotten yesterday on Melrose. I was taking no prisoners.

I had plans with my mother to meet for dinner and drinks at some bar in Hollywood. Stepping out of my cab, I was immediately thrust into the waves of freaks that seemed to be their own superstars, and couldn't help but revel in the body heat. The drones of people moved like schools of fish, a mixture of conversations and faces swimming around me. I quickly checked my phone to confirm the name of the bar, spotted it about a block down, and maneuvered my way through the crowds. My apartment in uptown, just around the corner from Bourbon St. had made me a professional at making my way through madness. 

My mother was standing at the entrance to the bar, smiling and waving. She looked nice, clad in her dark blue jeans and flirty, white shirt. She'd been dealing with chronic illnesses for the past few years, and she was making her big comeback; had even cut all her pretty hair off to symbolize a new beginning. 

"GeGe, I can't believe you still have that dress! Let's hurry before we can't get a seat," she beamed at me. We hugged quickly and moved inside. We found seats at the bar. She ordered herself and apple martini, I got a cranberry juice...I wanted to stay sober, at least for a little while. 

The music in the place was great, the dj alternated smoothly between current chart toppers and old, sultry delights that could conjure up the finest memories in anyone. I swayed with the music in my seat and watched ma make eyes at men half her age. They loved it.

After a few moments, she finally turned her attention to me, "So how's work going for you, baby? Swanson still on the verge of falling into herself?"

"She's been off her rocker since before she entered them swamps Ma. I'm not worried about her." 

"And how's Kayla? I haven't seen her since your graduation." 

"She's great, on some trendy diet and thinks I'm a bad influence," I laughed. "She and Jonah are buying a house too," I said with less enthusiasm. Jonah was a jerk and complete waste of time, in my opinion. Kayla had been my best friend since we were just bad little girls running wild in the backwoods. 

We chatted for while longer; trying our hardest to fit in our most current events, ordering appetizers and more drinks. Ma was buzzing from her third martini and entered a conversation with 2 men that looked to be barely older than I was. I'd decided to take a couple shots of vodka and join the party happening on the dance floor. The alcohol in my system made my movements slow and deliberate. After the second song started to play, I felt eyes on me.

She was sitting at a high table with a man and a woman. I couldn't tell her ethnicity, but her eyes seemed to be glued to my ass as if she'd never seen one. They were a startling baby-blue color. I could tell that she was older than I was, maybe early or mid thirties. When she noticed me watching back, she blushed and quickly looked away, obliviously making the place between my thighs moisten. I giggled and swayed seductively to the slow, but quickly building beat. I was only playing with her, testing her shyness. She was probably just curious. When I looked at her again, I stuck out the tip of my pink tongue and licked my top lip. The look in those beautiful blue eyes was hunger. I smiled and mouthed, "Hi." She turned her head, eyes, and then attention back to her table. It seemed as if she were daring herself to leave me alone. 

I continued to dance, being sure to enjoy my last night here. I returned to the bar to make sure Ma hadn't left with those men. She was still sitting up, martini in hand, in deep conversation with a different and even younger man now. It was getting late, and the club was packed. I was scanning the faces when I noticed those baby-blues across the bar.

I could see her better now. Her hair was cut sharp just below her shoulders, and the color of rust, her nose small and straight, and her mouth wide, with full lips painted the color of peaches; they looked delicious. Her blouse was cut low, and clung to her plump, round breast. She looked to be uncomfortable in it. I accredited that to her shyness. I got the vibe that she was probably not a lesbian, just bored. But just then she looked up and directly at me, this time staring deeply into my own eyes. Her stare took me aback; it was clearly focused, with a look if pure need in them. Then the color rose from her breasts and covered her face. She was embarrassed, and I was terribly aroused. 

I took a quick trip to the restroom, made sure my hair was neat and makeup clean. I walked around the bar, eyeing her all way. Sliding into the space beside her, I quickly ordered two shots of tequila with lime and salt. I lazily circled my fingers on the bar counter and waited. I figured it would take some time before she gathered enough courage to look again with me being so close. I could smell her perfume; I could see the light freckles on her hands and neck. Her head was down and slanted away from me. She almost looked like she was asleep; somehow peaceful in all the frenzy of the club. 

I trailed a finger down her hand resting on the bar. The touch was lighter than air, but shocked my system like a 1000volts. It must have had the same effect on her, because she raised her head and faced me.

"Hello," she said quietly. 

"Hi cher, how're you feeling?" I whispered to her.

Her eyelids fluttered back down, "I'm feeling good, what's your name?"

"Genevieve. You can call me GeGe." 

She only nodded and kept her eyes on the counter.

Finally I said, "I want to know your name." 

She was terribly nervous. Her large, soft breasts were almost heaving; I could see her nipples through the stretchy fabric of her shirt. They were thick and hard. My mouth watered. 

"You can't...Yet," she said. 

I watched her for a moment, unsure whether she was worth this game. She pushed those baby-blues back up and peered deep into my own eyes. She almost looked apologetic.

"How about a body shot then cher?" I said. Truthfully, I wanted to taste her. But I couldn't without making her more comfortable. I smiled a little and pushed one of the shots toward her. 

Her slender fingers gripped the small glass, "I don't know how to do one of those."

"Mm let me show you. Here, may I?" I asked as I pushed the top of her shirt to the side, revealing an orange-freckled shoulder. My breath caught in my throat. She blushed again and looked so beautiful. 

Never taking my eyes of off hers, I smiled a bit, and licked the rim of the shot glass, making sure she could see the silver barbell that pierced my tongue. I slowly licked her, from her shoulder to the crook of her neck; my eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure as she shuddered. I trailed my manicured nail across her bottom lip, prompting her to take the lime I was offering. I sprinkled salt where I'd licked. I swirled my tongue over her shoulder, neck, and up to gently touch the very bottom of her ear. Her taste was intoxicating. I quickly took the tequila shot, licked my lips, and planted them on hers. I sucked the lime into my mouth and stuck the tip of my tongue into hers, but only for a second. I knew she was terribly nervous and on the verge of jetting out of this club and far away from me. But I was greedy for her. Her taste was on my tongue, in my system, and driving me wild. 

Her eyes were closed when I pulled back. Her hands pressed flat to the thighs of her too-tight jeans and her breathing was heavy. She looked like a babydoll, divine and precious. I curled a strand of that rusty hair around my finger and tucked it behind her ear. She only bit her lip, eyes remaining closed.

"It's your turn cher, I'm ready," I said; my voice low and sultry, arousal making my accent thick.

Her eyes fluttered open, "Alright." She seemed to be looking for somewhere she was brave enough to stick her delicate tongue. I watched her eyes move over the scooped neckline of my dress, down the lace covered midriff and expanse of my hips. Her eyes wandered over my thighs, down to my pretty little feet. She settled them back on my exposed cleavage. 

Before I could think of a smart remark, she whispered, "Here," and tentatively began to drag her tongue over the crest of the left breast. I only watched the top of her head and gave a small moan. She leaned back, fumbled with the salt before sprinkling a bit where she had licked, and set it back down. Before coming back to taste the salt and my skin again, she set her beautiful baby-blues eyes on mine. I could tell that she was building up her courage. It was getting louder and the club's occupancy had doubled. For a moment I wondered where her associates from earlier had gone. I wondered about her relationship to them. I glanced over the bar and spotted my mother, sitting and smiling happily. She was chatting it up with what I recognized as one of her sorority sisters; she could always find someone she knew.

I nodded at the lime slice lying on the napkin and parted my lips. She pinched the wedge and held up to me. I got the feeling she was too timid to touch my mouth yet, so I smiled wide and ran my tongue over my top row of teeth. Without much warning clamped down on the lime making sure to let my lips linger on her delicate fingers. She blushed so deeply I would have bet that it came from her toes. It was becoming my aphrodisiac. 

Before I could let my eyes wander down her body, her head was thrust into my chest, her tongue swirling so sweetly over the swell of my cleavage. After a moment, she pulled back and downed her shot, tossing her head back with a flick. Her beautiful autumn hair fell backwards, and her eyes closed, and those wide thick lips turned up. She kept that smile when her head came back forward and her eyes opened again; the look in them so strong, but still innocent, still naive. My own breathing became labored. I'd always been attracted to older women...But she was amazing. 

I pursed my little lips upwards, offering her the fruit. She parted her lips and inched slowly toward me until she was close enough to bite down. I squeezed my thighs together when our lips touched; she was so delicious, so precious I thought I would cum just then. She let her mouth hover over mine. She was taller than me, 5'9" to my 5'5" in heels that I could seldom be found out of. Her body seemed bowed, light, and willowy as if she could blow away. It contrasted her round dollbaby face. I found the length of her neck enchanting. It was long, slender, and milky white; somehow absent of those delicious orange freckles. 

When she leaned backwards, she looked satisfied to have gone through with it. She took the peel from her mouth and placed it daintily on the bar counter. Every move she made seemed to be draped in silk, languid and completely thought out. She moved as if she were at a tea party instead of this dark club in the depths of tinsel town. 

"I'd like to get to know you better; this is my last night in California though."

"But where do you live?" She sounded flustered.

"New Orleans, I'm only here to visit," I eyed that swan-like neck, "but I doubt that I want to go home," then those bright blue pools for eyes, "without more of you." 

"I'm not like this, I don't usually kiss women...I mean, I never have. I just don't do this, with anyone." 

"I can tell that you're a little inexperienced, it's no issue at all. I like it. Your innocence seems to be casting a spell over me anyway." 

I couldn't gage her reaction. She'd slanted her head away again and seemed to be in great thought. Without much warning she abruptly turned to me, "I'm married." She'd said the words in such a low tone, it took a while for me realize that she'd actually said it. I must have stared for too long, my facial expression too serious, because she looked incredibly ashamed. The older woman grabbed her clutch, turned quickly, and disappeared into the crowd behind us.

"Dammit!" I spat out. I wasn't the type to chase a girl, but up until now I hadn't been tempted to do so. Against all alarms going off in my head I departed from the bar. The groups of clubbers were moving with such intensity; it felt like I was swimming, lost in these waves and searching for a scared little fish. I turned to the right and saw that head of rusty hair. She was sitting at the high table again. The man from earlier was seated there but the woman was missing. I stood for a moment in all the chaos and watched. If there was any sign of intimacy between the two, I would leave. She only sat there, one hand cupped under her rounded chin. Her eyes looked heavy lidded now, droopy with embarrassment. The man was talking a mile a minute; dressed in a loud silver shirt, and multiple earrings, I began to think that he was not the husband she spoke of. 

Before I could think it through, I'd made up my mind and switched as slowly as I could to her table. Sliding up behind her, I whispered into her ear, "Cher, I can still taste you. Why would you tease and leave me?" 

She shuddered at the word 'taste', and twisted her neck towards me, "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to talk to you so badly. I'm not even bisexual...Well maybe bi-curious now. I meant to tell you that I was married, but I didn't know it would be like this. I'm not even really married, I'm separated...Getting a divorce." She hadn't looked at me. I almost wanted to beg her to just look at me.

"That's good then." I began trailing a finger up and down her arm. "How about I give you my number, and if you want to see me a little later on, you can make the choice?"

She nodded emphatically, and took a pen from her clutch. Before taking the pen, I enclosed my hand over hers; I was determined to get as much contact with her as I could. I scribbled my number on a nearby napkin and wrote a 'G' above it. "My flight leaves at 8am, I'll be seeing you," I said after twirling a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. The color in her cheeks rose and she pulled those wide lips up in a sweet smile that made my heart skip a beat. 

Reclaiming my space next to my mother proved to be a difficult task. Eventually we decided to grab a booth and order some meals. We talked about everything we could think of, laughed, joked, and stuffed our faces. At about midnight we left the club and hailed separate cabs. In the taxi, I played with my hair and dreamed of the woman with no name. I was shocked at my behavior. I never considered myself a 'player', but I was not one for feelings; I found that they only complicated things. Sex was easy to both come by and understand, but feelings are an entirely different ball game. However, I couldn't help but feel for her. She was terribly shy and it made the need rise in me. I palmed my thighs anxiously in my seat; I planned on masturbating furiously when I reached my hotel room. 

In my hotel room, I stumbled around peeling articles of clothing off as I went. I pulled down the hair tie letting my hair fall. I just wanted a hot shower. The water was scorching when I stepped in. I'd washed my hair once and body a few times before hearing my cellphone ring. "Ah fuck," I sputtered, jumping out of the tub. I busted my elbow on the doorjamb in my hurry, snatched the phone, and pressed the answer key.

"Hi," I sang into the phone, finally able to breathe.

"Hello," came a small voice over the line.

"Mmm is that you cher?" I knew it was her. I had checked the number; it was no one that I had saved.

"Yes it's me. Can I, can I come over please?" Her voice was bolder now, husky even.

"Of course you can. I'm at the Magic Castle, room 523. I told you that I would be seeing you." 

She gave a little giggle, "I'll bring some red wine, see you in a bit." And she hung up. I put two glasses in the mini-fridge and hopped in the shower, just to warm back up. I toweled off, decided to keep my hair wet and curly; dabbed a little Chanel here and there and lay naked on the bed, my nudity only teasing my arousal. 




Ms. G



When I heard the knock on the door, I slid out of bed and into my short, black robe; the silk material immediately prompting my nipples to harden. Opening the door, I drove a hand into my hair and cocked a hip. "Hi," I said with a smirk. She was wearing grey yoga pants, a pale yellow pullover, and her flip-flops were pink. Make-up gone and hair loosely tied back, she looked adorable. 

"Hello Genevieve. I brought wine." She held up the bottle she was holding and smiled with those baby-blues.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable." I moved aside, and watched her cute little ass glide past me and melt into the cushions of the couch. She crossed her legs and planted the bottle on the coffee table. Her eyes were glued to my thighs as I sauntered to the kitchenette and grabbed our glasses. She was tracing my ass up to the great dip of my waist and slight cleavage that was visible. She seemed far more at ease than earlier in the club. Perhaps the public eye had taken her confidence. 

I popped the top and poured a glass without a word; I wanted to watch her eyes follow me. I felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lion; this was a rare feeling, I am quite accustomed to being the lion. She was nibbling on her bottom lip when I handed her a glass. She looked down into the wine, her shyness creeping back. Maybe it was just me that made her so shy. I sipped quietly and undressed her with my eyes. I was wondering what size her breasts were, and what color her nipples were when she began to speak.

"I love your hair like that," she looked up, "I didn't know it was so long, and curly."

"I had it straightened earlier, curls up when I wet it though." I was sitting in the chair across from her, legs crossed, and eyeing her harshly. I was pleased at her presence but unsure of her intentions. She was apparently married, absolutely stunning, and confused out her mind. And I wasn't in the mood to be teased. My hair was one of my best assets, however, hardly conversation worthy. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a dance instructor, ballet. I teach little girls and boys in my studio. And you Genevieve?"

"I'm a personal assistant; I run a cardiology office in the Garden District. You can call me GeGe, or G if you like." I parted my legs, only for a moment, and crossed them again. 

"I like Genevieve," she said, sipping at the glass and rubbing her hand down a long thigh.

"I need to know your name cher, nickname..something."

"LeeAnn." She was fidgeting now, looking around the room. I left my chair and strode around the table. She sat with her arms tight to her sides when I slid down next to her. "Why did you come here LeeAnn?"

"I...I'm infatuated with you, your lips, your body is so...I don't know." She was trying hard to get it out, but dropped her head in defeat. She breathed deeply for a moment, and I remained silent; I needed her to say it. "I wanted you when I saw you dancing; I wanted you like I've never wanted anyone in my entire life. I've never had these feelings before and I just didn't want to chicken out. I always do. And I'm not involved with anyone! I am married though, but separated all the while. I'm just, I'm sorry."

I watched intently as she spoke; I didn't tolerate liars and could sniff them out easily. She was being sincere. I could tell that she was flustered and flighty, so I moved with haste; sitting my glass down, taking hers and doing the same with it. I looked deep into her eyes before moving in. I cupped her face in my small hands, and began to lick her lips. Her eyes immediately closed and her mouth parted in anticipation. I gently bit her lip and relished in the moan that escaped from between them. She was so needy. I would keep her waiting. I led a trail of kisses down her throat, sucking softly on her neck; memories of our body shots dancing in my head. Her flavor was moistening my bare nether lips. I wondered how wet hers had become. 

I encircled my arms around her waist and drew backwards until she was sitting atop me, straddling my round hips. I spread my hands, supporting her back, and pushed her sweatshirt up and over her head. Her bra was a sheer yellow lace; it had low cups that showcased her prominent breasts. The swells were large and incredibly pale; beautiful orange freckles sprinkled across them. I could see her nipples through the fabric. They were thick and already protruding upwards, straining against the delicate lace. Her tummy was as flat as a board and lightly muscled. Her waist was smooth with a feminine flare at the hips. A gold ring sat daintily in her belly button; I made a mental note to play with it later on.

I was running my hands up and down her thighs, achingly slow. Her head was bent towards me; I knew she was watching intently, her hair bringing a shadow across her face. I leaned forward until my nose was between her breasts. I draped kisses over their swells, leaving a slippery trail as I went. My fingers wandered up her back, locating the clasp of her bra, and deftly unloosened it. Her heavy breasts bounced. I pulled the bra off and palmed her healthy globes. They were incredibly creamy, soft and inviting. I couldn't help but drool; I'm sure that I looked like a dog watching roast beef sizzle over an open fire. I squeezed and kneaded them, my thumbs hovering just above the nipples; they were an angry red and begging to be coaxed. I nibbled and licked the expanse of her chest, down to her itty bitty waist. Her skin was hot to my touch. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating. 

My tongue was running slow circles around her areolas, over the bottoms of her breasts, over the sides and between them. My hands were running over her entire body. I massaged her back, thrust my fingers into her orange tresses, and trailed them back down to cup her cute little ass. Her head had fallen back and her hips were making subtle movements. She was cooing deep in her throat, hungrily. Every spot on her body I touched jumped at the contact. She felt electric. 

When I felt that she couldn't take the teasing any longer, I turned my attention to those hard nubs. I enclosed one in my mouth, suckling softly. Her taste was like nothing I'd ever had before. I could smell her intimacy coming from her splayed thighs. I could see the wetness forming there, darkening the gray of the fabric. I bit tenderly on her nipple, flicked my tongue over it, and blew a bit of cold air. 

"Ohhh Genevieve. Please," she cooed.

"You like this don't you?"

"Mmm," was all that she could force out.

As I moved my mouth to the opposite nipple, I slid a hand down her belly, to her juncture that was coming in contact with my tummy each time she thrust forward. She bucked when my hand cupped her mound; her wetness was so hot I should have seen steam. My own juices had formed a stain on the cushions beneath us. I turned my hand until the palm was flat against her belly, my thumb placed directly on her clitoris. I lapped like a hungry kitten at her nipples and began rubbing circles over clit. It was large and pulsed with every stroke I gave. 

Her moaning was louder now and she was whispering words I couldn't understand. With my free hand I pinched her nipple, and laughed at her response; her hips bucked and she drew in a sharp breath. I was starting to think this older woman had a thing for pain. I nibbled and licked, alternating between each breast. My own hips were moving in response to hers, small moans escaping my lips. I bit her a little harder, squeezing her breast with more force, and ran my thumb over her faster. Her hips were bucking spasmodically, and I had to latch my mouth to her nipple to stay with her. The aroma emanating from her yoga pants was strong and sensual; she was practically leaking beneath my thumb. I could feel her orgasm building, pounding against my body. Her eyes her shut tight, her brow knit in concentration. As she came, she gave short yelps before letting out a final groan and collapsing against me.

Her thighs were still trembling moments later. She was cooing softly in my ear, as I massaged her. 

"Oh my goodness, I've never come like that before."

"You are so beautiful when you do; I've got to see it again." I smiled big at her and rolled until she was sitting on the couch. I stood and strode towards the bed. Before reaching it, without turning, I untied the belt of my robe and let it fall; my caramel colored skin glistening like gold in the moonlight. I lay on the cool sheets, facing her, elbows propping me up and legs splayed. She watched from the couch, her eyes wide open, but still filled with innocence.

I crooked a finger at her, "Come here, and take off your clothes baby." Before standing, she took the last sip of her wine; tossing her head back, much like she'd done at the bar. She set the glass down and slipped her hands into the waistline of her pants. She was facing me; leaving her entire body for my eyes to feast. Her hair had come untied during our playtime, leaving it free to cascade about her shoulders; the flush that had covered her face was beginning to fade, her milky white skin coming back into view, those orange freckles shining like glitter across her cheeks, shoulders, and breasts. Those gorgeous breasts sat heavy and very round, her nipples still an angry red. They made her look as if she could tip over from their weight. Her swan-like neck was bowed as she pushed the bottoms down around her ankles.

I bit my lip as I watched her bend her knees to step out the pants. Her legs seemed to go on forever. They were flawless; beautifully sculpted, and left no doubt that she was in ballet, as she'd told me. Her panties were a match to the bra, adorned in yellow lace. She tenderly stripped them off and dropped them on the table. Her mound was completely hairless as I'd imagined and I could see her lips glistening from my place on the bed. She walked on the tips of her toes to me, her eyes to the carpet. 

When she stood before me, I rose to a sitting position. I ran my hands over the light flare of her hips, the length of her thighs, down to her muscled calves. I wanted to remember everything about her. She was breathing heavily again and watching me. I locked my chocolate-brown eyes with her baby-blue ones and moved my hands up the palm her breasts. She hissed and shuffled her feet. I pushed a thigh between hers, put a hand under her knee and draped that leg over my shoulder. I did so slowly, as not to startle her or knock off her balance. 

With my eyes still on hers, I planted a kiss on her lower lips. I placed little kisses along each lip, never coming into contact with her soaking slit. Her clit was still large and looked to be begging for attention. It was an angry red like her nipples and I was starving for it, but I couldn't help but tease for a moment. 

"Please, just please." She was making small circles with her hips and moaning through her full, pouting lips. It was so incredibly sexy; I wanted to flip her over and fuck her with all I had, but that would have to wait. 

I opened my mouth wide on her pussy, tongue kissing as if it were her mouth. I licked as slow as molasses, sliding my tongue over that hard nub, eliciting screams of pleasure and more delicious juices. Her head was thrown back again, her fingers deep in my hair this time. She was grinding her hips, pushing her slit back and forth on my mouth and chin. The older woman was lost in the pleasure I was giving her, mumbling something incomprehensible. I felt her thighs began to flex and knew she was going over the edge. Her hips were jerking quickly now, making her breasts bounce and she was practically yelling. Her mouth was open, pushed into a sweet "O" and she was pulling my hair. She came with a fury, suddenly still, juices rushing from her. 

She was whispering my name and now running her hands through my hair. I continued softly lapping at her trembling pussy, before slowly removing her thigh from my shoulder. She practically collapsed on top of me, pushing us flat onto the bed. Her skin was a brilliant pink from head to toe. I moved until we both lay on our sides, legs intertwined. I caressed her hair, her back, and bottom as her breathing began to return to normal. I spread kisses over her neck, shoulders, and the crests of those plump globes. 

"I'm so happy I've met you Genevieve...I'm so overwhelmed." Her voice was low and sounded like a song. 

"Cher, I'm lost in you." I whispered against her collarbone.

"You should know, I've never come with anyone else, ever." I looked up to see a smile playing over her lips. Her rounded eyes opened and peered down into mine, glittering with arousal and adoration. I lifted my mouth to hers and locked our lips. My tongue traced her lips, first the bottom then the top, before slipping inside to tangle with hers. I wanted her to taste her juices that coated my mouth. She was moaning deep in her throat, yielding her body against mine. She still had a hand thrust deep into my thick tresses, but had moved her other down my body; tentatively exploring my ample curves. I let her take her time, it being the first time she'd ever caressed a woman. 

I slowly broke the kiss, opening my eyes to watch her lick her lips. I quickly got up from the bed, leaving her to lie on her stomach. I walked to the coffee table, to take a sip of my wine, then to my luggage. From it, I took my white leather harness that held a 7" dildo; it was pink with specks of silver glitter throughout, I thought it was cool. Plus it was equipped with a naughty massager on the opposite side, just for me. After securing it about my hips, I sauntered back to bed, kneeling before it. I kissed a line up her calves and thighs, placing my hands at each hip. I moved up her body, pushing my nose between her cheeks, savoring her musk. She groaned into the pillows before propping up on her elbows. Before letting her turn to see what I was up to, I straddled her thighs with mine and held the head of the toy at her sopping entrance. She gasped but said nothing. 

I pushed until I saw the pink head disappear between the flushed lips of her womanhood. She sighed as I began to pump my hips against her bottom, forcing the member in and out of her wet channel. I straightened my arms and tightened my grip on her hips for better leverage. I humped her with hard, slow strokes, almost removing the toy each time only to thrust back with enough force to bring a strained bark from her throat. 

Her juices were pouring down her thighs, and her hands balled into fists, gripping the sheets on either side of her. The friction of our lovemaking was driving me into frenzy; my thighs couldn't help but tremble. I moved my hands to hers, intertwining our finger, and pressed my breasts to her back. Our bodies were slick with sweat, adding to the intimacy we shared. My breathing was heavy as I pushed my face into the crook of her neck; I knew I couldn't last much longer. She was mumbling again, I could hear it now, but still couldn't understand. 

"You ready to come for me baby?" I began pumping my hips furiously, driving the dildo deep into her sweet pussy. I could feel her body tightening, stiffening with each stroke as she gushed. "Mmm I feel you coming." I bit on her neck, my eyes rolling back, as I heard her screams of pleasure. My orgasm began deep in my tummy, but swept hard and fast through my entire body, rocking the both of us.

We both lay still moments later, working to slow our breathing; aftershocks of the powerful orgasms still causing our bodies to quake. When I could gather myself, I slid the dildo out with a plop and lifted myself from the bed to remove it. Once doing so, I returned to the still whimpering older woman. I spread the sheets over us, fluttering kisses over her face, as I caressed her rust-colored hair.

"What language were you speaking?"

Her color rose, "Gaelic, I didn't realize that I was saying anything."

"It was very erotic; you sounded beautiful."

Her gaze left mine, "You are beautiful, so beautiful. I'm infatuated with you, with the contrast of our skin, our bodies." Her eyes wandered over my swollen cinnamon-brown lips, up to my button nose, then deep into my wide eyes. That innocence was there, hunger with it. She only stared for a moment, before tracing her eyes upwards over the roots of my hair; she followed the jet black curls down over my shoulders and breasts. She bit her lip, "Did I hurt you when I pulled it?" 

"Yes. It felt good."

"That was the best feeling I have ever had...My husband-." She slapped a hand over her mouth and whispered apologies. I thought that I might be angry; but I wasn't. It didn't displease me to hear her mention him. It had actually boosted my ego. I knew from the way that she melted in my hands, that I had been her best lover. I was even turned on that I'd made this married woman coo like a baby, and beg for me.

"No worries, cher. You don't have to worry about that," I reassured her. I looked over at the nightstand; the clock read 4:15am.

Before I could speak, she said, "I'd love to stay with you, I know that you're leaving soon...but I can take you to the airport." Her eyes were wide and she had that babydoll look again. An alarm went off in my head; she was getting attached. In any other situation I would have ushered her out the door with a quick dismissal. But I simply didn't want to; I wanted her to stay with me, and I wanted to stay with her, and I wasn't comfortable thinking further than that. 

I nodded and caressed her bottom. Her lids were heavy now, so I rolled onto my back, allowing her to rest her head on my breast, her mouth settled near my little nipple. In minutes we were both fast asleep. 

A flurry of horns and screeches woke me; I couldn't believe there was roadrage this early. It took a while for my mind to snap back to the current. I yawned and stretched as if I'd had a full nights rest; the clock only read 5:57am. I rose from the bed of tangled sheets and strode into the bathroom. The mirror was large, full length and covered the expanse of one wall. My entire body had a satisfied glow to it; giving my skin a golden hue. My hair was disheveled, the curls now unruly; my eyes were still low. 

I peeked out the door and at the life-size porcelain doll still asleep in my bed. She was absolutely radiant; she was lying partially on her side, her hair falling over her face. My eyes scanned her body before settling on her most intimate spot. Her lips were a rosy pink, long and thick. Her clitoris was the largest one I'd ever tasted or seen. It was bulbous, fat, with a pale pink color that made it appear as delicate as it truly was. I admit, I was smitten. She was so sweet, so sincere, naive, and just beautiful.

I looked down at my own womanhood; my bush was thick, covering a large portion of my mound, but trimmed into a neat circle. I kept my lips and backside completely waxed. They were short and puffy, in contrast to hers. Then again, everything about us was in contrast; I was brown where she was milky white, bold where she was shy and aggressive where she was deliciously submissive. I moved as quite as I could back into the room, slipping into bed and between her legs. She was still sleeping silently when I pushed her thighs apart, planting my smooth lips on top of hers. I moved my hips until our clits were pressed against each other. She groaned in her sleep. I circled the tip of my tongue down the length of her neck. 

"Baby wake up. I need you." I began grinding my hips in a slow fluid motion. Her eyes popped open in surprise; they were so bright, so blue, so deep. I wanted to fall into them. Her arms came up to lace around my back, her legs doing the same at my hips. Her pussy was getting wet and moans her were getting longer. I sucked on her neck like a hungry infant. 

She was so open, our inner lips sliding over each other, our clits rubbing; hardening with each thrust. Her hips were moving in synch with mine. Her thick nipples grazed my tiny nubs and I had to slow my motions to keep from coming. Her moaning sounded like a song in my ears. Her body shuddered once and I quickened my pace. She dragged her nails down my back until her palm rested over the large globes of my ass. She gripped them, forcing my hips downward; pushing hers to meet mine, trying to get closer in our passionate lovemaking. 




Ms. G



Her body was bowed, her heavy breast propped. Our breathing was uneven as I felt my orgasm racing like a stampede up from my toes. Her hips were jerking in an erratic fashion, sliding our bodies over the sheets. Her cooing was driving me insane. She whimpered, "Genevieve" just once before clamping her lips to mine. We came together in silence, the dams between our legs bursting with an intensity that left my vision blurry. 

"I had to have you before I leave. Sorry to wake to you, cher," I said with a sly smile.

"Oh my goodness. I never knew we could...or you could..." She was a bright pink now, still languid from her orgasm. 

"That's how real lesbians do it." I tossed a look at the clock; 7am. "Damn, how far is the airport?" I rolled from between her soaked thighs and stretched. 

She laughed heartily. "I don't think you'll be making that flight." She propped up on her elbows, her breasts swaying slightly, and smiled at me. Her eyes traced the oval shape of my face, wide almond eyes, down to my pursed little lips. I bit my bottom lip and wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Guess we'd better get going?" 

I wanted to jump her bones, but Swanson would have my head on a stake if I couldn't get into the office bright and early tomorrow; I'd need the rest of the day to unpack and finally sleep. "Yeah, I've got to be going." She looked sad for a moment. I trailed a finger down her abdomen. "If we don't go soon, you'll never get out of this bed." 

She trembled at the light touch and made a pouting face; the shape of her lips and innocent eyes didn't make it hard. I leaned towards her until my lips met hers. My pink tongue probed her mouth with leisure. Her face held sadness and had surprisingly affected me; I couldn't have it stay there. She sighed against me as I nibbled on her thick bottom lip before letting it go. Her lips were swollen now, eyes still closed. She lifted a dainty hand and pushed her hair back. The sun was peeking through the drawn curtains, illuminating the length of her porcelain body. I was wet from just watching her.

"Let's go girl, before you get a good licking!" I jumped out of the bed, the older woman right behind me. We washed and dressed quickly. I checked out as she payed to have someone load my bags into her car; it was a new model Porsche, painted a stark white. It was ferocious, it surprised me. I wondered if it was her husband's. We talked during the entire ride, swapping information and stories. I learned that she was 33, no kids, had danced in London, and lived in Beverly Hills. The night we'd met, she was out with 2 employees; they had convinced her of how lonely she was. Her husband had been her one and only; he was a lawyer of some sort. 

I had long since missed my morning flight, but had no problem scheduling another for the early afternoon. In front of the busy airport, before I could get out, she blushed a beet red and initiated a kiss. It was soft; a barely-there rubbing of her lips on mine. Then she sunk down in her tan leather seat and slanted her head away from me. I was astounded at how innocent and sweet she could be, then how uncontrollable in the throes of passion. I loved it. 

"Goodbye LeeAnn, I'll be seeing you," was all I said as I exited the car; to which she replied, "Yes Genevieve."



Ms. G Ch. 02



It had been a long time since I’d last seen Ms. G. After our first encounter in high school we had seen each other quite often. We became very close. I no longer call her Ms. G in the casual sense. Although, I sometimes did refer to her as Ms.G in the heat of sexual pleasure, because I liked the idea of screwing my teacher. She liked the idea of having sex with her student. 

After that initial engagement in her classroom and on the football field, we constantly had sex. We would go at it during lunch, after school, when the rest of the school was in an assembly, and whenever we got the chance. We didn’t reach our goal of doing it in every room in school, but we did come close. 

After my graduation I saw Ms.G as often as I could during the summer, then, college started. I was attending school out of state and hadn’t seen Ms.G in almost two years. I hadn’t spoken with her in over a year because we had lost contact with me moving around so often. However, luck would change that. My current place of employment arranged a joint training program with a place back home which meant, I would be in town to see my naughty teacher.

The day I couldn’t wait for came. I did my training and immediately drove over to the high school. I happened to arrive at lunch. I walked to Ms.G’s room, but she was out. I went and sat at her desk to wait for her. After a few minutes she entered the room looking through a pile of mail. She looked up and saw me. She seemed to have no reaction, but I couldn’t get the smile off my face.

I stood up and walked to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. I put my arms around her, rubbing her back. She suddenly shoved me away.

“I hope you liked that cause that’s all you get”, she said. “Why the hell haven’t you called me?”

I tried to explain to her how I moved around because of roommate problems, and couldn’t get my new info to her. I explained that she changed her number and e-mail, so I didn’t know how to reach her. We argued for a bit, then the bell rang for lunch to end.

“Stay here, we will talk when school is over”, she demanded.

I sat in her classroom through her last class of the day. I was both concerned and turned on. Coincidentally, Ms.G wore nearly the same outfit she had on at our first encounter. She wore the same black overalls with a white long sleeve shirt that hugged her firm B-cup breasts. I wondered if she still didn’t wear underwear. 

I sat at her desk thinking if it was really over between us. I was hoping it wouldn’t be. It shouldn’t end like that. Ms.G didn’t look at me once during her class lecture. As the minutes ticked by, my hopes faded. The bell chimed to dismiss school.

After the classroom emptied out, Ms.G sat in a chair across the room from me. She said nothing, just stared at her papers through her glasses. The silence unnerved me. My guts tightened up. I felt like a little kid waiting for dad to come home and punish me. I knew it was over. Ms.G then stood up and walked to me.

She stopped at the side of my chair. I stood to talk to her face to face. She glared at me. I could feel her eyes burn a hole in my head. Suddenly, her glare turned to a huge smile.

“You are so much fun to play with”, she giggled.

Ms.G pushed me back into the chair. She dropped to her knees and rested against my lap. She looked up at me as her hand went for my zipper.

“I’ve missed you”, she said. “Now I’ll make up for what we’ve missed.”

Soon my pants and underwear were around my ankles. Ms.G grabbed hold of my cock. She held it for a few seconds before lowering her head to it. She inserted the head into her mouth and licked it. Her lips caressed my staff as it grew to full attention. Ms.G ran her tongue along my urethra.

Ms.G stood up and went into a slow strip tease. I kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my pants, underwear socks, and shirt. Ms.G undid one strap of her overalls and then the other. She kicked her shoes off. She slid the overalls off her hips to reveal a white pair of thong underwear. Ms.G stepped out of her overalls and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She raised her arms and pulled the shirt off. Ms.G stood still for a moment in her matching white bra and thong for me to admire.

She quickly assumed her position back on the floor and went to work. Ms.G’s lips engulfed my cock and began to slide along the shaft, first slow, then fast. Her hot, moist mouth then worked over the head while her right hand jerked on the rest of my bar. I gripped the chair, my fingers grinding into the padding.

Ms.G crawled up my lap and straddled me. She took her glasses off and threw them onto her desk. She then pressed her lips into mine and we kissed. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it. My hands wondered along her back and down to her ass. We kissed some more before Ms.G slid back to the floor and sucked my rod some more. When I was right where she wanted me, Ms.G stood and slid her thong down her thighs and kicked them aside. She climbed back onto my lap, straddling me. Ms.G took my pole into her hand and put it to her entrance. She rubbed it along her delicate folds before inserting it into her. Ms.G sunk down onto me, absorbing all of my spike. Ms.G put her arms behind my head and rode me. 

My prick slipped through her passage, its walls gripping me. Ms.G paused for a second and removed her bra. I placed my mouth over her left breast and began sucking on the nipple while Ms.G fucked me. As she drove up and down my length she was getting hotter. Soon, I could no longer maintain a grip on her breast. Her hips pounded down onto mine. Her nails dug into the back of my neck. 

“Oh yes”, she screamed. “God I love you inside me.”

Ms.G moaned some more, trying not to alarm anyone inside the school. She continued to cruise my rig, sweat sliding down her body and onto me. I gripped her ass for support. 

“Grab it harder”, she ordered through her teeth. 

I did as instructed and pressed my fingers deep into her ass cheeks. I kneaded each cheek as they slammed into my thighs. Ms.G ground her nails into my neck and pulled my head to hers, looking me in the eyes.

“Do you want me to cum for you?”, she managed to ask.

“Yes”

“I didn’t hear you”, she voiced.

“YES”, I shouted.

Ms.G bucked even faster. Her vaginal muscles choked my cock. I struggled not to finish with her. Ms.G threw her head back, trying to get some words to escape her lips.

“I’m cumming”, she managed to cry out rather loudly.

Ms.G slammed into me one final time and froze in orgasm. Her loud moans gradually quieted, until they stopped. Ms.G took a second to catch her breath before standing up and turning her back to me. I watched her firm ass as it lowered itself to my lap. Ms.G straddled me again and inserted my soaked hardon into herself again. Ms.G rode me again. Her ass battered down on my hips.

“God damn”, she gasped. “I’m going to cum again here soon.”

“Please do”, I managed to get out.

With my approval, Ms.G bounced on me harder. My hands held her hips tight. Ms.G grabbed her breasts in her hands. I’m sure their heavy hopping couldn’t have felt very pleasant. Ms.G played with her erect nipples as my throbbing organ plunged through her scorching cave.

“Do you like watching my ass move up and down?” she asked between pants.

“No, I love watching it.”

Somehow I could tell Ms. G was smiling. I knew that comment had fueled her some more. When I thought she had little energy left, she increase her speed. She was going into another orgasm. Ms.G let loose of her boobs and placed her hands behind her on my chest to help impale herself on my spike.

Ms.G screamed more as she came. Ms.G casually slowed to a stop. Her naked body leaned against mine. She was spent, but I was just starting.

I helped Ms.G to her feet and stood behind her. I leaned her forward until her hands rested on her desk. I seized my staff in my hand and sank it into Ms.G’s sizzling cavern. I gripped her hips as I worked my cock through her. I bucked my hips hard, then easy, varying the friction on her g-spot. 

“God fuck me”, she demanded.

I picked up the tempo. My manpole glided across her g-spot. Ms.G was cumming in no time. I could see she was gritting her teeth together to stop from shrieking. Ms.G seemed to orgasm with every stroke I took. The ripples of her love muscles gripped me individually. I couldn’t last much longer.

“Stop, stop”, she requested to my surprise. “Pull out.”

I did as told. Ms.G turned to me, gave me a quick kiss and dropped to her knees. She captured my cock and watched it glisten in the light. Ms.G placed her luscious lips over the head, and took short bobs with her head. Her right hand worked the shaft. I could feel my groin surge. I was going to cum. Ms.G removed her mouth, but her hand still did its job.

“Cum for me”, she ordered.

“I’m cumming”, I moaned.

With that, Ms.G returned her mouth to the head. I shot my load into her mouth and she sucked it all down. I wanted to collapse. She had blown my mind. This was great. Little did I know, this wasn’t all she had planned.

“Wanna go again?” Ms. G asked.

I looked down at her. She was smiling. It wasn’t just a smile, it was more of an evil grin. I could tell there was something on her mind.

“Oh yes”, I responded.

Ms.G stood and leaned against the desk again. 

“Come here”, she voiced.

I walked up behind her. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant and handed it to me. 

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you”, she informed me. “I want you to fuck my ass”.

Just hearing her say that made me want to cum, again. Ms.G delivered what she’d promised and more. Now she was going far, far beyond. I took the lube from her. She grasped the sides of her desk. I opened the tube and applied some lubricant to her hole. I slid my index finger inside cautiously. Ms.G bit her lip slightly. I worked my finger in and out of her hole, increasing the pace little by little. Her tight hole squeezed my finger. Imagining what it’d do to my cock, made me wild. My raging manhood throbbed in jealousy.

“Come on, fuck my ass”, Ms.G pleaded.

I didn’t want to make her ask again. I applied more lube to her ass and a generous amount to my cock. I placed the tip to her asshole and rubbed it around. I eased forward and the head penetrated her tight ass. I stayed for a moment before sliding in another inch. Ms.G turned her head to see my cock in her ass.

“Yes, baby”, she encouraged. “give it to me.”

I urged forward a tad bit. Ms.G jumped a little. I paused.

“Six more inches.” I informed her.

I inched into her ass some more. It clasped around my rod.

“Five more inches.”

Ms.G chuckled a little, she was loving this and so was I. I eased in more.

“Four inches to go.”

“Go further please”, she invited.

I fulfilled her wish.

“Three inches.”

It was so much fun to play with Ms.G this way.

“You want more?” I teased.

“Yes, give it all to me.”

I pushed in again.

“Two more inches”

“Please, shove the rest into my ass.” Ms.G pleaded.

I pushed further.

“One last inch.”

“Come on baby, fuck my ass”, She begged.

With one last prod Ms.G’s asshole engulfed my entire cock. Ms.G moaned. I delicately pulled out a little and slid back into her ass. Ms.G had no reaction besides pleasure. I cautiously started pumping my hips. Her tight ass choked my cock with every amazing stroke.

I withdrew my hardon completely from her ass and then nudged it back in.

Ms.G threw her head back with a moan. I withdrew again and pushed it back in, this time proceeding until I was balls deep in her ass.

“Fuck me”, Ms.G moaned.

I fucked her ass immediately. I watched as her hole swallowed my rod. Her ass clutched my cock as if it didn’t want to let it go. I couldn’t believe how delightfully tight Ms.G’s ass was. Every stroke was a struggle not to orgasm. I wanted to cum inside her ass, but at the same time, I wanted it to last longer. My slow pace quickened slightly.

“Faster”, Ms.G managed. “Fuck me faster, I’m gonna cum.”

I plummeted into her ass faster, I could feel the fire in my loins build. I knew I was cumming soon.

“Cum with me”, Ms.G directed.

I pumped harder. Ms.G’s cries grew louder. My hips smacked her ass cheeks as I sliced through her ass. I thrust faster. Ms.G’s mouth hung open, but she couldn’t manage to release a sound. She reached behind her with her right arm and placed it on my left shoulder. Her nails dug in. I continued, harder, faster. Ms.G moved her arm to my neck for a better grip. I looked her in the eyes.

“I’m gonna cum”, I informed her.

“Me too. Come on baby fuck me, fuck me, let’s finish together.”

We looked right into each other’s eyes as we both cried out and came with mind blowing orgasms. We collapsed onto the floor of the classroom. Ms.G laid on top of me and we held each other until we stuck there from the sweat. My personal sex teacher then looked at me.

Ms.G smiled and asked, “Do you want to try and finish our goal?”

We’ll let you know when we succeed.



Ms. G Ch. 02



There must be an event going on, I thought as I sat in traffic. Or perhaps an accident, but that didn't seem likely; summer was over and the tourists were long gone. It'd been about 2 months since my vacation to California, and the fall season was feeling great. The colors of nature were vibrant and students seemed to be everywhere, but the traffic was quickly depleting my mood.

I tapped my red painted nails on the steering wheel, adjusted my shades, and, through the rearview mirror, stared daggers at the asshole honking his horn behind me. I glanced at my watch; 7:22am. As soon as I had the chance, I popped my Jeep Wrangler into 3rd gear and swerved down a tiny side street. There was no way that I was going to be late. It was Monday, our busiest day at the office, and I was in no mood to hear neither Swanson's loud mouth nor the heckling of the patients. 

Using my shortcuts, I was at work within 5 minutes. I wore an off the shoulder sweater in midnight blue, tucked into high-waisted white slacks with black pinstripes and paired with simple black platform pumps. I'd decided not to wear a bra that day. My hair was straightened and tied up, away from my face in a neat bun. My lips were painted red and eye makeup was light. 

I quickly took my parking space, walked up the porch stairs and unlocked the doors. The office was a beautiful Southern home, placed on the outskirts of the Garden District. It had been recently renovated and was decorated in tasteful pastels and modern steel furniture. Floral paintings adorned the walls and were accentuated by carefully placed moderate lighting. I switched across the waiting room, setting my work bag on my desk, before proceeding to unlock the rest of the office; all except Dr. Swanson's door. The rooms were relatively small, compared to the overall size of the home. There were 7 would-be bedrooms, now patients examination rooms, and 4 bathrooms. 

After opening the place up, I went over the appointments for the day; Mrs. Bordeaux at 8:30am, Mrs. Jackson and her obese twin daughters at 9:30am, Mr. Hong at 11am, and the list went on. I prepared the necessary forms and placed them in the bin outside Swanson's office. I did so as quickly as possible; I wanted to get some personal time on the computer before the doctor arrived. 

I settled into the office chair and logged into my email. "Bills, Ma checking on me, funny picture from Kayla, mm what's this?" The subject read 'Hello Genevieve'. My brain began to work. No one called me by my full name except my mother, and I didn't recognize the sender's email address. I opened the email, "I can't stop thinking of you. I just hope that you remember me." There was a file attached. After downloading it, I let it open over the entirety of the computer screen. 

The first thing I noticed were those baby-blue eyes staring right at me; they were so innocent, smiling and I immediately knew who they belonged to. Her rusty hair was pulled back in a high bun, silky tresses escaping to lie over her cheek. That round face was turned upwards, her arms held daintily above her head, fingers almost touching. She was wearing a pale pink bodice that hugged her oversized breasts. They almost looked like they would spill over. Her body was turned slightly to the left; a white tutu sitting about her hips was at an angle due to one long leg that was held backwards straight in the air. She was balancing on one ballet-slipper adorned foot; the pink ribbons making Xs up her slim calves. She was wearing thigh high stockings in white; a thick band of lace at the tops. 

I spent 10 minutes just looking at the photo; tracing the extravagant length of her legs, the roundness of her breasts, and staring back into those beautiful eyes. My pussy began to throb as I wondered when she'd taken this. I wondered where she'd gone to get those deliciously inappropriate stockings. I missed the smell of her sweet pussy and her incessant moaning. I wished to enter that picture and devour her where she stood. I was still admiring when my boss slammed through the front doors promptly at 8:00am. I fumbled with the mouse before exiting both the photo and my email. 

"GeGe would you pass a broom over the veranda, I've just made a mess out there." She switched her brown leather briefcase to the opposite hand and pushed her hair behind her shoulder.

"Goodmornin' Dr. Swanson," I stated dryly; I despised an order before a greeting.

"Well hello GeGe. If you could get to that before anyone arrives..." She trailed off as she marched down the long hallway to her office at the end. She did look fabulous today. She wore a cream colored sweater dress along with low heeled shoes with sharply pointed tips. Her hair was loose; gold jewelry around her neck and wrists. 

I slowly rose from my seat, still aroused from the photo, my fingers itching to touch myself. But instead they closed around the broom handle. She'd dropped some breakfast that she'd picked up from a fast food restaurant. I finished the task and every other task that was asked of me and at 5:05pm I was locking the front door and leaving work.

I was beside myself; terribly excited I would say. I almost ran to my car and reached my apartment on Rampart with haste. I stripped articles of clothing off as I walked, making sure to grab a glass of wine and ice. By the time I reached my bathroom, I was only in my black lace panties and thigh-high silk stockings. I turned on my shower, stripped, and stepped inside. I washed thoroughly, finding it hard to restrain from prematurely starting my masturbating session. After my shower, I toweled off, oiled and lotioned my body. Rising from my bed, I crossed the dark wood floor to open the double glass doors to my balcony. A cool breeze swept inside, fluttering the sheer yellow curtains, and hardening my little nipples. 

I strode barefoot across the room to the nightstand, opened the drawer and removed my favorite sex toy, the butterfly. It was equipped with a stringy elastic waistband and a thong piece, allowing me to wear it. The vibrator was in the shape of a butterfly, the tail slightly curved to sit just inside my slit. I fixed it about my wide, brown hips, the butterfly settled directly against my clit. I turned off my lamps; the only light reaching inside was coming from the courtyard that sat as a barrier between my neighbors. I didn't bother getting under the covers; I would be sweating in a few moments. 

I flicked the remote of the toy to the lowest power and immediately let out a small moan; I doubted that I could last very long this time. I brought my hands up to my breasts, gently squeezing them, flicking my nipples lightly. I turned the intensity of the vibrator up and grabbed an ice cube from my wine glass. I couldn't help but shudder as I ran the ice in circles around my nipples, up and down my abdomen and across my thighs, before letting in melt in my navel. My fat little nub was engorged and completely defenseless against the clever butterfly. The vibrator was driving my body to incredible heights. My hips were lifting from the bed and I was whining like an animal. 

My juices were running down the crack of my ass. Beads of sweat had formed across my forehead and chest. I turned the vibrator up again and grabbed another ice cube. My hips bucked as I slid the ice under the shaking butterfly and over my pulsing sensitivity. I bit my lip too hard and squealed at the pain. Before I could react, a deep and blindingly fast stampede of sensations radiated from my slick center, tearing screams of pure pleasure from my throat.

My pussy was still spamming, and I was dozing off, when I remembered why I'd needed to cum so badly in the first place. I sat up and grabbed my glass; my throat was dry. Setting it down, I removed my favorite toy and slipped into the black silk robe that was hanging by my door. My hair was an absolute mess, so I removed the pins and placed them in my pocket. I padded to the living room, took my laptop from the desk, and plopped down with it on the chaise. 

Logging into my email, I quickly found the address from which that intoxicating photo had been sent. I read those words aloud, and composed a simple response for the older woman: "I have missed you cher. We did have such a nice time. I hope to keep hearing from you. P.S. Absolutely beautiful photo. I should have you hold that pose for me, while I have a taste." I left it at that and closed the laptop. I ate a salad before going back to bed. Masturbating had taken all of my energy and I fell asleep without any tossing or turning. 

The next day, I dressed in a short and longsleeved dark plum dress that hugged every plump curve I had. My thigh-high stocking were black and pattered, and my heels were black and velvet. I wore my hair curly and in a high ponytail, pearls, and my lips a light pink. I'd decided to take my lunch away from the office, and took a taxi to Ralph & Kacoo's on Toulouse Street. 

Sitting and enjoying my crawfish ettouffe, I watched the various couples and families dining around me. I noticed 2 women sitting at a table in the corner, behind the guitarist, who was currently playing a sad, Blues melody. They were sitting awfully close, they're faces almost touching. One of the women was Hispanic, beautiful and tanned all over. Her company was white, blonde, and looked to be relatively young, possibly around my age. I couldn't tell if they were locals or tourists, but they were definitely involved. Before leaving, I noticed that the blonde's hand had crept up the other woman's brown thigh. It disappeared under her skirt, causing the woman to smile; leaving no doubt in my mind that she was not just scratching an itch. 

I snickered to myself, paid my bill, and went to snatch a cab. I strolled to the end of the block and looked down as far as I could. I wanted to know if my favorite old bookstore, 'Once Upon', was still nestled tight between the surrounding attractions. I hailed a cab, and instructed the driver to pass by, before dropping me at the office. The store was there, just barely, closed, with a For Rent sign in the window; I took down the number. Leaning my head back, I twirled the tips of my hair and reminisced about that old store and its keeper.

She was an Asian woman named Veronique; in her early 40's at the time, with dark almost black eyes, a small red mouth, sharp cheekbones, and a body to die for. She'd owned the small bookstore in the French Quarter for some time, but got little business; it was on the second story and easily overlooked. I had frequented the store, initially, for its wide selection and calm atmosphere, but after spotting the raven haired beauty, I found any reason to return. I would watch her from between the aisles, organizing the literature and servicing the minimal customers. She always dressed in long skirts that touched the ground and the tiniest t-shirts I've ever seen. She smiled easily and looked to be gliding when she walked. 

One day while searching for a new copy of my terribly worn "Brave New World", she slid into the aisle behind me, "Psst. Ms. G."

I turned and bit my lip, "Yes."

"I'm closing the store in a little bit for lunch." Her eyes traveled over my golden face and unruly curls.

"Oh alright...I'll come back later to look." My breathing was quickening under her gaze.

"No GeGe, would you like to meet me at Café Du Monde?" She gave a warm smile and I thought I would faint. 

"Of course Veronique," I said in a soft drawl.

I was at the bottom of the stairs when she called from the door, "Actually, how about we have coffee and treats at my place?"

I turned my head up to her and stated, "Even better."

"Do you remember where I live darling?"

"I do, over on Charles right?" I couldn't believe that she'd called me darling. Or that she'd invited me to her home...alone, no book club no nothing. 

She nodded, "See you there."

When I reached the quaint apartment, I felt like my heart was beating so fast that you could see it through my flimsy yellow sun dress. I was wearing tan and wooden wedge sandals, no makeup and no jewelry. I knocked softly and listened as she unlocked what sounded like 3 separate bolted locks.

She'd showered, her hair was wet, and she was wearing a very thin slip dress. She was a tall slender woman, and the dress did nothing to hide the extravagant length of her legs that were covered with gray tights. She stepped aside and welcomed me into her dreadfully warm space. 

"I figured that we could have some lemonade instead of coffee, but I did stop and grab some beignets," she sang as she poured our glasses. I was sitting on the sofa, trying to cool off, and figure out why she'd even invited me over. I was quite young at the time with minimal experience, aside from fingering a few girls and making them lick my little pussy. She sat rather close to me and held her glass with both hands. We drank in silence and tasted our beignets. Her eyes were tracing my body; from my pretty painted toes, thick honey-brown thighs, up to my pouty little lips and almond eyes. 

"G, if you don't mind me asking, what is your ethnicity?" She was staring at me, waiting for the answer.

"I'm Creole, all the way on my mother's side. My father was from Ghana though. And you?" 

"I'm Chinese, can't you tell?" She said with a bright smile. "But really, I was born here, as well as my parents." She placed a soft hand on my thigh, "You're a very pretty girl. I enjoy your company in my store."

"Umm thanks Veronique. You're a beautiful woman. You keep me coming back to the store." I kept my eyes on hers; I've never been the type to play any games.

She lifted the hand on my thigh and placed it behind my shoulder, urging me towards her, "Come here." She locked her lips with mine before I could prepare; she was forceful and stronger than I'd imagined. Her slender white fingers gripped my hips and she leaned until her body was completely on top of mine. Her mouth parted, prompting mine to do the same and she slipped her tongue inside. Her tongue tangled with mine, slipped and slid over my lips. Her hands were tearing at me, groping my thighs, hips and the sides of my breasts. They cupped my face, and made fists at the roots of my hair; it felt to me as if she had more than 2 hands. 

Then she stopped, rose suddenly and took a drink from her lemonade. I lay back bewildered, my hair was draped over the arm of the couch, dangling to the floor; my lips were swollen, and my pretty summer dress was bunched up and wrinkled all over. 

"GeGe, come with me into my room...or you may leave." She shot me a serious look, removed her gray tights, and strode into the bedroom. I was dumbfounded. That sweet book store owner had just dominated me, and all that I could think was how I wanted more. I stood, removed my heels, and followed. Everything in the bedroom was black; the sheets were black satin, the carpet was black, and paintings were full of dark colors. Veronique was nude, her pale skin shining in great contrast to the darkness, her straight raven hair melted into the sheets. 

"Take off your clothes and stand over there," she pointed towards the vanity area. 

I pulled the dress up and over my head took tender steps to the corner.

"My stars Genevieve, you are so amazing." She stood and walked to her closet, from which she took something that I couldn't see. She held the object behind her back and instructed me to turn around. "Do you trust me?"

I thought for several moments; yes I did have what I considered an intense crush, yes I was more than ready to play with her and have her play with me, but did I trust her? Either way I was young, eager, and absolutely sopping between my thighs. "I trust you," I said slowly.

I heard her giggle, "Very good, my sweet baby," then she turned me to face her. She kissed me hard on my lips and began binding my wrists with some sort of rope. After tying a tight knot, she grabbed my hands and led me to the bed. Once she had me in the position she'd desired, she straddled my hips and fastened the knot to the bars of her headboard. 

My eyes were glued to her breasts; they were incredibly pale, and a healthy C cup, the nipples were a rosy pink and only inches from my face. I wondered if I flicked the tip of my pink tongue out and over one of them, what she would do. Before I could decide, I did exactly that. She hissed and leaned back until we were eye to eye. "You're such a bad little girl. I knew it the first time I saw you peeking at me, pretending to read those old books." She pinched my left nipple and twisted until I yelled. Then she lapped at it and cooed, whispering sweet apologies, "My sweet, sweet baby." I was trembling and I wanted so badly to let my head rest on silky pillow behind me, but I could not keep myself from watching her every move; I was not frightened, only terribly anxious. 

She was running her hands over my body; caressing my puffy areolas, gripping my narrow waist, running her fingertips up and down the expanse of my hips. She slithered down the bed, her hair tickling me as she went. "GeGe you are such a curvy girl, I love your body," she whispered against the muscle of my calf. She held up my foot and kissed behind my knee, first one then the other. "You speak French, don't you?"

"Oui Veronique," I said. My voice was husky, my accent had thickened. 

"Oooh that's so good my sweet baby." Then she left the bed and returned with a small bottle of oil. She poured some into her hands, and then rubbed them together. Her eyes were piercing through mine, deeply concentrated, but somehow loving. She started at my shoulders, rubbing upwards over my arms, then my breasts, but avoiding the nipples. She oiled my tummy, hips, the fronts and backs of my legs, all the way to my toes. My pussy was absolutely drenched. My clit was throbbing and had abandoned its little hood. I could smell my sex, hot and musky, and I knew that she could too. 

"Tourner maintenant," she ordered after my front had been thoroughly massaged. I did exactly as I was told and turned until my breasts were pressed against the mattress; at first, I thought the rope might stop me, but I slid over with ease. She spread the oil over my back, and spent a nice amount of time massaging my plump ass cheeks, completely relaxing me. 

She was whispering in French in my ear, and kneading my thighs; her long white fingers slipped in between, teasing my already pulsing slit. "Putain vous êtes si humide mmm," she murmured. My cheek was against the pillows, and my bound arms kept me watching her; I could only close my eyes and feel. She slid down the bed, hooked her arms around my legs, and fitted the crooks of her elbows around my hips, prompting my lower body to rise from the black sheets. She spread her hands over the large globes and spread them, before bringing her face close; "Ta chatte est si grosse. Il ressemble à une pêche coupée, qui me rend si très faim."

I could feel her breathing, "S'il vous plaît le faire," I begged. She buried her face into my pussy; her tongue snaking around my swollen clit, teasing my wet hole. I groaned into the pillow and flexed my fingers. She was dragging her tongue from the swollen lips of my pussy up to the tiny puckered hole that sat between the juicy globes she was gripping. I was twisting and jerking like a madwoman, struggling with the rope that held me still. My thighs were trembling and I couldn't focus my vision. Her fingertips were digging into my hips, her tongue was fucking my virgin hole with a fury, and I was lost in the pleasure. 

Veronique was moaning so loud I could tell she was close; I imagined her grinding her clit onto the sheets, moving her hips trying to get more contact. Her mouth had closed over me, leaving my clit nowhere to hide from the onslaught of her teeth and tongue. She nibbled and sucked, and my body began to convulse. I was whining into the pillows, and my hands balled into fists as I came, bucking like a stallion, with her name on my lips. 




Ms. G Ch. 02



"Ohh, my sweet baby. I love how you cream in my mouth." She was lying next to me, stroking my now damp locks. My breathing was still labored, and my body was still shaking. I turned to face her and was rewarded with a brilliant smile. Her dark eyes were shining with arousal, and I wanted so badly to be untied and have a go at her. 

"Will you untie me?" I asked with a shy smile. 

"I will untie you. I've got plans to fuck you." The tone of her voice was so sweet; she could have been talking about puppies and picnics. She loosed the rope enough for me slip out my hands. I immediately placed one on her breast and began kneading the nipple. Her little red lips pushed outward and she moaned. 

I leaned in and began flicking my tongue over the hardened point, making sure she felt my tongue ring. Her tight eyes closed and she laid flat, her legs apart and fingers thrust deep into my hair. I moved to lie between her thighs, my tummy flat against her slick lips, my mouth suckling on her like a starved infant. I stroked the pale white skin from the curve of her slender shoulders to swell at her hips. I dragged my tongue down the center of her stomach, to the very top of her mound and back again. 

It was covered with straight black hair, cut short. She was writhing on the sheets, squirming like a worm, but I wanted her to wait. She'd teased me enough with the oil massage, and now it was my turn. I felt the need to please her, the way that she had. The feel of my fingertips was feather-soft, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched. I placed kisses about her waist and hips, moving down the bed. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and pushed them up to meet her chest.

I was absolutely drooling by then, mimicking the wetness of her pussy. Her labia were beautiful; red in color, full, and glistening. "Eat my pussy, sweet baby," she sang, smiling at me and holding her legs in place. 

I stuck out my tongue, flattened it, and began to slowly taste her. I licked between each lip, down to her center, and around it. She sucked in a breath and took handfuls of my hair. "Feast Ms. G." I stole a glance at her, before returning to the juicy flesh that presented me. I took all of her into my mouth, my nose resting just above her clit. I kissed her with vigor, my tongue assaulting every inch of her; probing inside, eliciting screams, then massaging her lips and ultra-sensitive nub, making her moan. She was gripping my hair hard, her chest was heaving, and she was fucking my little face. 

I was whining into her pussy, incredibly aroused; it had been my first time tasting anyone's pussy, and now I understood how she could be so turned on while giving me pleasure. I placed my middle finger at her opening and began to slide it in and out, slowly, in contrast to the movement of my tongue. Her trim thighs closed around my face and she began to shake with great force. Her head was thrown back, she humped my tongue and yelled as her orgasm took over her. All that I could do was hold tight and ride the wave with her. 

She was making small noises and her hands were still wound tight in my hair. The flavors that had gushed into my mouth were addicting and I couldn't help but lap at her damp thighs, twitching slit, and stare adoringly up at her face.

"You taste so good, cher. I love it," I murmured against her.

She giggled, "I'm so happy to give it to you. Now come up here before I pass out." She beckoned me with a hand and I slithered up her wet body; entangling our arms and legs. "You enjoy being here with me don't you GeGe?" She had that serious look again, staring deep into my eyes, unwavering. 

"Yes."

"And you want to have a relationship with me don't you?"

"Yes." I would have agreed to anything she proposed; her gaze was intense, demanding, and sensual. Her arms were tight around me, and I was in a trance. 

She nodded and thrust her white fingers into my hair, before bringing her mouth down to mine. Her lips pressed mine apart, and she teased my still hungry tongue, drawing me closer to her. Her hands wrapped around my thigh and brought it up to lie against her narrow hip. 

She rolled onto her back and did the same with my other thigh, never breaking our kiss. She placed her hands on my hips and pushed until her slick white lips were in contact with my brown ones. I moaned into her mouth as she began slowly thrusting up into me, deliciously sliding her clit against mine. She broke our kiss and trailed the tip of her tongue over the curve of my ear, "Do as I do, my sweet baby." I put my hands on either side of her head and began rotating my wide hips on top of hers; she crooned and held me closer to her. We moved in fluid, tantalizingly slow motion, building the pressure in our loins to incredible heights. We were groaning so loud, I'm sure that her neighbors heard. 

Without warning she flipped us both, leaving me on my back and her settled between my moist thighs. She never stopped her movements; grinding her slit over my lips, humping my clit, and driving me insane. Her thrusting quickened, and we both screamed at the pleasure. I pumped my hips up to meet hers, rubbing my sopping pussy against every inch of her. Her fingertips were digging hard into my hips; mine were shoved deep into her straight, raven hair.

She pressed her pointed chin onto her chest and pushed mine away with her forehead. She began running a pattern about my breasts with her tongue, leaving a slippery trail wherever she touched. She alternated between lapping softly at my puffy areolas, and nibbling hard on my tiny nipples. Her playing was driving me over the edge, forcing my stroking to quicken and groans to become louder. Her hips were jerking in a spasmodic fashion, making our swollen clits crash into each other; eliciting shocks to vibrate from our cores, deep down in our thighs and bellies. My brow knit tight and my nail scraped down her long back. She was biting her lip and staring into my eyes, sliding against me and rocking us both. The headboard banged against the wall one last time, as we came, melting into each other; both sets of lips touching, screams coming from our throats.

We fell asleep there, in the middle of the day, covered in sweat and our own juices. She held me close, as I dozed to the sound of her beating heart. 

It was dark when I had woken up, alone in her bed. I was unsure of what to do, so I rose, walked to the doorway, and peeked out. She was standing nude at her island counter, talking on the phone and drinking lemonade. I had no chance to secretly watch; as soon as I'd poked my head out, she turned to face me. My breath caught, and I'm sure that I looked every bit like the introverted girl that I was; never shy, but always quiet. She said goodbye to whomever she was speaking with, and glided over to where I stood.

"How are you, Ms. G?" She stared down at me and trailed a finger over my shoulder. 

"I'm just fine," I watched her watching me. I wondered if she had meant everything she'd said, or if it was just the sex that had been talking. 

"Go get in the bath, I want to wash you." She watched me turn and walk to the bathroom.

The tub was spa size, but filled up quickly with steaming bubbled water. I immersed myself completely in the water, face and all. When I heard the door close, I resurfaced, pushing the water from my face, up and out of my eyes. She smiled sweetly at me, and grabbed a few items from the closet, before coming to kneel by the side of the tub. 

"You're a virgin aren't you?" She had a hand in the water, swaying slowly, making little waves. "Yes I am, and I'd like to stay one." I was quite serious about it. I knew that many lesbians enjoyed using toys, but I was not a fan of penetration. Penetrating others, however, was a different story.

"That's fine. I just want to find out all that I can do, before we begin." She'd grabbed a soft body sponge and was lathering it with a cream that smelled of sugar and sunflowers. 

"Begin what?"

"I want to make sure that our relationship is as honest and pleasurable as possible, my sweet baby. I'm going to guide you, and you're going to do as I say. We're going to have a lot of days like this, and I want you to be comfortable." She stood and instructed me to do the same. I stood, pushed my hair back and folded my arms behind my back. Her tight eyes traced my body, from eyebrows to knees; "You don't mind the bruises that I left?"

I looked down at the array of purple bruises that decorated my hips and wrists. They were very tender, but so sensual to me. "Well as long as you don't mind the scratches on your back, then I don't mind the bruises." My confusion was gone, and her intentions had become clear; my usual sass had come back.

She began washing me; my neck, breasts, and tummy all covered with soap and bubbles. She washed my thighs, and calves, making sure to be gentle where I was bruised. She turned me around and washed my back and ass, then my pussy and behind, taking her sweet time. The saturated sponge dropped into the water and her hand slid in between my legs. Her fingers rubbed my sensitive clit, and then softly caressed my small, puffy lips. I shuddered, but stood my ground. With her free hand, she began kneading my ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing, before coming down hard with a loud smack. I yelled in surprise and pain; the water had caused the slap the sting immensely. She smacked once more, before caressing it softly and whispering condolences. I was told to turn around and rinse myself. I rung out the sponge, getting all of the soap out, before letting it soak the water back up. She sat on the edge of the tub and watched, her legs crossed, and a hand still making waves in the water. I kept my eyes down, and repeatedly bent to wet the sponge, before ringing it out over my body, letting the soap slide down into the water. "I love the color of your skin; it's like gold, but honey and cinnamon in some places. And I prefer your hair like this, wet and curly. Be sure not to cut it; I'll need something to pull on," she said from her seat. I didn't mind the requests; I was happy to please. "You'll be my Cajun princess, you here?"

I nodded, sat in the water, and kept rinsing myself.

She splashed the water at me, "You'll say 'Yes Veronique' when I ask you a question...unless I tell you otherwise." 

"Yes Veronique," I said with my head down. She beckoned me with a hand and I scooted closer to her. She grasped my chin between her thumb and forefinger, brought my face up to meet hers, and kissed me on my pouting lips, then nose and eyes, "Good, that's good, my sweet baby."

That had been so long ago, I thought, smiling to myself in the cab. Veronique and I had continued that relationship for a year or so; often meeting at the store, for lunch, and her home. She introduced a new kind of pleasure to me, that I would never forget. I loved Veronique. And she loved me. But eventually we had grown apart, and I was ready to be in charge. The years had changed me, I wondered how they had changed her. I wondered what she looked like now.



Ms. Grant



It had been another average day at college. English class was a breeze as usual. The instructor never engaged with the students much, and although this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it made the class go by so slowly you thought you just might die. He was also always 25 minutes late, and well, that definitely wasn't a bad thing. It was almost as if he made it a point to speak in the most monotone of voices and talk about things almost completely unrelated to the subject at hand. I also found it interesting how he always seemed to ignore the students that slept during class, the ones that listened to music, the ones that typed away on their laptops, and even the kids who always showed up stoned. I could never tell if he simply didn't care what we did, or if he was just so passionate about lecturing that he never noticed. It was probably the former of those two.

Mathematics was difficult, but the challenge was always a pleasant change of pace. The classroom was small and that's how I liked it. Biology was my favorite course. Not because of my interest in the sciences, but because of my instructor. I had taken the class in high school years ago and retained most of what I had learned, so I knew it would be a breeze and an easy A. I also knew it would certainly be easier than taking chemistry or physics, and that may or may not have also played a role in my decision to sign up for the course. 

Ms. Grant, the biology instructor, wasn't quite like the other teachers. It's hard to explain, but from the moment I sat in her class, I knew there was something different about her. She was strict, stern, and serious. She didn't smile often, but when she did, you knew that it was absolutely genuine. I thought about Ms. Grant a lot, I really couldn't help myself. When my mind wasn't occupied with daily mundane tasks, chances were that I was thinking of her.

I was out of my final class and was off to my weekly tutoring session with Ms. Grant. Although I really didn't need to be tutored, I figured it would be an interesting way to spend some of my free time, and I could possibly get to know her a little bit. After the first Biology class, I mustered up a bit of courage and went up to her desk. I told her that I was probably going to need help with the class, and inquired if we could arrange some dates and times to get together each week for a tutoring session. I made up a lie about how I work better and absorb more information when I'm in a one-on-one situation with someone, and although she did seem a bit skeptical, she agreed. Ms. Grant had a closed personality and never seemed to reveal much about herself during class, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I enjoyed being around her, and if this was the only way I could do that, then so be it. 

After having several cups of coffee throughout the day, I had to use the restroom. I did what I had to do and noticed that my lips were a little chapped. Hating that feeling, I desperately ruffled through my bag looking for some chapstick, or any type of cream for that matter. While looking for it, I found a clothespin which reminded me of what I sometimes do with them. Putting a pair on my nipples, or even on my clit. It was my favorite clothespin, actually. It seemed to work perfectly for me. It was never too tight, or too loose. I could tell it apart from the others because of a mark I had made on it, and I smiled to myself when I realized it had been in my bag this entire time. I began thinking about how dirty it would be to show up to the tutoring session with Ms. Grant rather horny, and I liked that thought. Something in me said this was a good idea, so I pulled my pants down, rubbed my clit briefly, and put the clothespin on. I leaned against the stall and breathed in sharply at the initial pain of it, cringing, but was soon biting my lip and moaning quietly as I eased into it. Noticing that I was getting carried away, I quickly took the pin off, placed it in my bag, got out of the stall, washed my hands and rushed off to class.

As I walked into the classroom with flushed skin, Ms. Grant sat quietly at her desk writing something--she was focused--or atleast she was pretending to be. She didn't even take the time to look at me, she just sat there quietly, writing. As I sat down and took my books out, a bit nervous, I muttered "hello Ms. Grant." 

She looked at me seriously, "you're late." 

My face reddened as I thought about what I had been doing, "I know, I apologize, I had to use the restroom." 

She stood up. "Listen. I don't care how badly you have to use the restroom, when we've got a session, you come here first and then ask for permission to use the restroom, understood? Don't let it happen again." 

A bit intimidated and yet strangely turned on, I replied "yes, Ms. Grant. I understand. I won't ever let it happen again." 

She sat back down at her desk and put away whatever it was that she was working on. "Okay. Lets get started." 

"Alright" I replied, "I've been having a bit of trouble on the homework. I don't quite understand how homeostasis works. It's rather confusing." 

She looked at me and nodded, "Okay. Homeostasis is the ability of an open system to regulate its internal environment...", my mind drifted off of the subject of homeostasis, I knew exactly what it meant. As she spoke, all I noticed was how sexy and perfect she was. Her face was beautiful, symmetrical, toned, and her short haircut fit her so well. Her style was also perfect, for me at least. Normally she would just wear jeans and a t-shirt, but today she had a skirt and tan blouse on. The skirt wasn't short, it was professional, but it still revealed enough for me to accurately fantasize about what her legs would look like without it on. "...And, that's homeostasis in a nutshell." My mind snapped back and she gave me a look I was all too familar with. I always had a difficult time paying attention during class, and would often get called out on it by a teacher, only to be unsure of the answer and be humiliated in front of the entire class. "Did you catch any of that?" 

"Yes, of course, thank you so much for explaining it--I think I've got it now." 

"So, what purpose does homeostasis serve?" I panicked. I knew the answer, but I was so nervous being questioned in such a manner that it took me a several seconds to think of the answer. Finally, it came to me. 

"The purpose of homeostais is to maintain a dynamic equilibrium." Relieved, I let out a sigh and smiled, awaiting her response. 

She didn't smile back and looked at me sternly "Very good." I couldn't help but smile again. After a moment of silence and several seconds of me staring at her, I snapped back to reality as she raised her eyebrow at me, "Well?" I quickly looked down at the homework assignment I had in front of me, and began speaking. 

"A- Alright, hmm, I'm also having some issues with the schematics of a human cell. I'm confused as to what goes where... etcetera etcetera..." 

"Very well then, this is a bit more complicated to describe out loud, so I'll just go ahead and draw a chart out for you. That should certainly help you understand it." She turned around and made her way to the whiteboard. As she walked away, I could feel myself getting wet. I couldn't help but think about what it would feel like to stand behind her, grasping her hips with my clit firmly up against her ass. It was almost as if I could never stop thinking dirty thoughts when I was in her presence. 

As she scribbled her rendition of what a cell should look like, my hand couldn't help but find its way to my pussy. Through my pants, I rubbed myself slowly, thinking about being fucked by her. I closed my eyes for what only seemed like a split second, and my heart dropped as I heard her clear her throat. I reluctantly and slowly opened my eyes only to find her looking at me intently, smiling. I stayed silent, without expression.

Slowly, she began walking towards me, maintaining eye contact with each and every step she took. After what seemed like years, she was finally standing over me. She circled around my desk, carefully looking me up and down, observing me. After making one full circle, she stopped. "So. What do we have here? A horny girl, I see?" Out of nervousness, I said nothing. I had never been with a woman in "that" way, let alone talked to in such a sexual manner. The most I had ever done was kiss and fool around with girls my age. I certainly had never been with a woman in her twenties, let alone an attractive one. "Nothing to say for yourself, hmm?" I tried my best to think of something--anything at all--but my mind was completely blank. My face was so red, it felt as if it was going to catch fire. 

"Get up. Right now." she said. Confused, but still unable to speak, I stood up. "Good" she said, and walked to the door, shutting the shades and locking the door. Knowing that I had been watching her the entire time, she glanced back and me and grinned. She made her way back to me. "Now, take your pants, shoes, and socks off." 

"...Excuse me Ms. Grant, but what?" 

"Oh? So you can speak now? That's a bit of progress, but it's not much. And did I stutter? Take off your pants off right now. Your underwear comes off as well for questioning me." Aroused and unsure of what I should do, I decided to simply follow my instincts and obey her. I carefully unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled my shoes and socks off and set them next to my desk. Embarassed and still unsure of what was happening, I looked up at her. She smiled, "Good girl". Circling me again, she remarked, "your ass is quite spankable, isn't it?" I looked at her and smiled, as I didn't have much to say. I mean, what *do* you say when someone says something like that to you? 

She put her hand on my side, and that alone caused me to moan a little bit. Her hand felt so good against my body, much better than any mans ever could. It made its way towards my backside and moved downwards. She began squeezing and caressing my ass, and I couldn't help but moan again. "Very well then. Come over to my desk now. I've got some work to do with you." My clit throbbed as I thought about all the different things that might occur. It was difficult for me to believe that any of this was even happening--it was so surreal. 

I walked calmly towards her desk, trying to maintain whatever composure I had left. "Put your hands on top of the desk, spread your legs at shoulder width, and stick your ass up in the air nice and good for me." I did this, and as she stood behind me, watching me for a few moments, I could feel myself getting wet again. "Good girl." She went back to touching my ass rather softly, and then out of nowhere she struck my ass with strong force. I let out a sharp moan as her hand made contact with me. It hurt, but it also felt incredibly good. "Do you like that? Does that feel nice?" 

"Mmmm fuck, it really does. I love it, Ma'am." 

"Oh? Foul language I see? That deserves another spanking." She then went on to give my right cheek a hard and firm smack, and began alternating between the two until they were completely red. She then grabbed me by my hips and turned me around so that I was facing her. She put her face close to mine and held it there while her hands made their way underneath my shirt. She unhooked my bra and tossed it away, and began forecfully caressing my breasts. She let out a quiet moan, and I couldn't help but arch my neck back and do the same. I absolutely loved the fact that she was enjoying this. She tugged at my nipples and pinched them tightly until they were hard. Once they were, she ripped my shirt off and began sucking and biting them. I ran my hands through her hair, and after a few minutes of her teasing me, she brought her face close to mine again and began kissing me. Her lips were so soft, I felt like I could kiss her for hours. She knew how to kiss, too. She used the perfect amount of force and tongue and knew exactly what she was doing. She then moved onto my neck, and continued kissing and biting me. While doing so, her hand made its way downwards and she smiled while remarking on how wet I was. My face reddened again. She moved in closely to me, continued smiling and whispered slowly, "I find it extremely sexy." I nearly came right then and there.

She then began rubbing my clit, and for a second, I thought I might've died and gone to heaven. Considering the fact that my clit was already hard and tender from the clothespin I had on earlier, it felt absolutely amazing. I was moaning rather loudly as she was rubbing me, so she put her hand over my mouth, signalling for me to keep it down. I nodded, and she continued touching me. I was trying my best not to make any noise, but was failing. It just felt so fucking good that I couldn't help but make a little bit of noise. "I told you to keep it down, did I not? I'll be right back. Don't you dare move a single inch, understood?" I looked at her and nodded, watching her carefully. She went into her desk, grabbed a set of keys, and headed towards a cupboard at the back of the classroom. She unlocked the cupboard and took out what looked like a gag, some lubricant, and two dildos--but I wasn't one hundred percent sure. She looked over all the things that were inside the cupboard for a few moments, as if she was trying to decide if she should grab anything else while she was there, but she didn't. She shut the cupboard, and as she was walking back towards me I thought about how lucky I was and smiled widely. 

She put the gag over my face, tightened it, and went on to turn me over onto my stomach so that my back was facing her. She then ran several fingers over my soaking cunt and after a few seconds of this, her fingers found their way inside of me; only for them to be quickly pulled out. Her fingers then made their way to my asshole. Shivers went down my spine and I let out a muffled moan as she pushed them inside of me and began thrusting. After a few minutes of this, she pulled out and grabbed a dildo. She was taking a while, so I looked back and noticed that she was applying a fair amount of lubricant to it. My clit hardened. "I think you're going to like this." she said, and slowly pushed the dildo inside of my ass. "Now, I want you to hold it there. Understood?" 

"Mmhmm" I mumbled. As I tried my absolute best to keep it in place, she walked around to the other side of the desk so that she was facing me and stood there watching, smiling. Her hand made its way down her pants and as she leaned her back up against the whiteboard and began rubbing herself. She did this for quite a while, and I couldn't tell if she was really enjoying herself, or if she just wanted to see how long she could make me suffer. In hindsight, it was probably both.

She then made her way back to standing behind me. "Good girl" she said, "You did a great job. Now, do you want more of this? Or should I just move onto your pussy now?" I began to attempt to mumble a reply and she interrupted, grinning, "well, you don't get to decide anyway." She began fucking my ass rather roughly and my breathing became quite labored. I felt almost as if I was going to orgasm. Noticing this, she pulled the dildo out of me, set it down, and grabbed the other one she had resting on her desk. She went on to rub it against my pulsating clit for a few moments and I let out several moans. "I hope your pussy is ready to be fucked nice and good. I can't wait to see you cum". She grabbed one of my tits and thrusted the dildo inside of me. She began fucking me fast and hard. She wasn't wasting any time. I felt like I was going to explode after just 15 seconds, but I held on for as long as I possilby could. I was moaning after every thrust now, and as she gripped my breast as tightly as she could, I came. It seemed like the most amazing, and satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt it throughout my entire body, and my eyes rolled back which was always an excellent indicator that I had just came *hard*. She pulled the soaking wet dildo out of me, took the ball gag out, and ordered me to clean the dildo up. I listened and intently sucked and licked every last trace of my cum off of of it.

She pulled it out of my mouth, placed it on her desk, smiled, and began kissing me. After a few minutes of that, I pulled away and let out a satisfied sigh, "that was absolutely incredible. I loved every minute of that. You're incredible. But what about you?" 

She smiled and responded "We're not done here yet." 

I smiled, "Oh?" 

"Of course not" she replied. She then began taking her shirt off and I could feel myself getting turned on again. She took off her bra, her skirt, and then her panties. I couldn't stop staring at her breasts, all I wanted to do was lick and nip at them, but she had something else in mind. She looked at me and said rather sternly, "get on your knees and lick my pussy." A rush went through my body as she said these words, and I got onto my knees as fast as I could and began licking her directly on her clit. I held her by her hips, and she ran her fingers through my hair as my tongue brushed up against her. I was determined to make her cum. She began making a bit of noise and I couldn't help but start rubbing myself a little bit as well. After quite a while of licking her pussy the best that I could, her moaning became increasingly louder and I could tell that she was ready to cum--and she did just that. She looked down at me contently, and I smiled and stood up. 

She pulled my body against hers, and began kissing me softly. I couldn't help but press my clit against her thigh and thrust myself against her a little bit. I pulled away from her for a moment, and we both smiled. "You can go ahead and get dressed now." I nodded and walked over to my clothes that were still resting neatly beside my desk. As I picked them up, I glanced back and smiled as she stood there, calmly surveying me. I put each article of clothing back on, and by the time I was finished so was she. 

"Well... I should probably get going now, it's quite late. I really enjoyed today though, thanks for everything." 

"Be on time next week. You'll be sorry if you're not." She smiled at me and then went back to writing on the papers she had on her desk. I walked out quite possibly the happiest person on the planet.