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Me and Sara, Part Three

  • Posted on November 27, 2016 at 3:26 pm

By Dirty Girl Sara

I felt like I had been dreaming when I woke up and felt Sara’s supple hot flesh against me. For so long I had fantasized about making love to my daughter and showing her the pleasures of girl-love but I never really thought it would happen. I had always loved women, marrying only for the image and benefits of the contract.

Always in the back of my mind I would dream about having sex with girls, seducing them, making love to them, teaching them, touching them, feeling their bald pussies bucking against me as I made them cum and feeling their small innocent tongues lapping at my pussy juice. It was a hunger that could never be fully quenched. It was a fire that could never really be put out. I always wanted more.

But most of all I wanted my daughter. To me she seemed like a perfect angel, sweet and innocent and developing into a beautiful young woman. I would lay awake at night fingering my pussy to multiple orgasms imagining her mouth on my breasts and the taste of her young pussy while I made love to her. Every time I looked at my daughter, I lusted after her wishing it was her who was climbing into my bed every night and keeping me warm instead of my own fingers and toys.

And then last night it happened. I had needed to go to the toilet while Sara was in the shower and when she got out one thing led to another. I fingered her right then and there with her skin so slick and hot from showering. She had never orgasmed before, and knowing that I was her first only made it more exciting for me. I brought her to the heights of her pleasure four times last night with my tongue and with my fingers.

She had been an avid learner, obeying my every lesson, licking where I told her, sucking the way I instructed and doing everything so perfect. She loved bringing pleasure to me as much as she loved what I did to her. Finally after several hours of exploring each other’s bodies, and multiple orgasms, she fell asleep in my arms.

And now all I could think about was the ten-year-old girl that she tutored in school, wondering what she had in mind. I couldn’t wait to find out. I taught eighth grade at one of the local middle schools and I also volunteered at the Catholic girls school. I think subconsciously I took those jobs to be around young girls all day and into the evening.

Still dreamy, I opened my eyes and grumbled when I looked at the clock. We were going to be late. I shook Sara awake and felt myself get juicy when she smiled up at me, all sleepy-eyed and pouty. I leaned down and kissed her warm lips and jumped when she responded so passionately. She wrapped her arms around me and before I knew it we were making out like long lost lovers, our hands roaming all over the other’s body, teasing and touching while I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she willingly sucked on it.

With a mind of its own, my thigh opened Sara’s legs and pushed against her already wet sex and she willingly dry humped my leg while we made out. She moaned and rocked herself against me as her body responded. Her nipples were hard against mine which were aching for attention. My whole body cried out for sex.

I never knew I could be so insatiable and I only wanted more knowing it was my sexy, loving, nympho daughter I was going to have sex with. Within seconds were having passionate lesbian sex in a ’69′ as she straddled my head and pushed her sex into my face.

“Suck my pussy, Mommy,” she whined. “I need to feel you licking me. Please lick your baby girl’s cunny. Make your little girl feel good. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Mommy. Make me feel good. That feels so good. Stick your tongue between my pussy lips, Mommy.”

She lowered herself down and started running her tongue between my soaking wet lips in a maddening teasing fashion while her fingers strummed my clit. I was aching for more.

I spread my legs and humped upward, my body begging for more. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Suck my pussy, Sara! Make me cum or you’ll be in trouble! Fuck your mother, you little lesbian mother fucker.”

She squealed with laughter and then stuck her head between my legs and started sucking me in earnest.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed. “Mama takes care of good little girls.”

I pulled her down and licked and sucked on her pussy. Then I pulled away and licked my right index finger before opening her firm butt cheeks, exposing her virgin ass which flinched inward.

“What are you doing, Mommy?” she asked in a surprised voice when she felt my tongue teasing her brown asshole.

“Mommy’s teaching you,” I said, as I licked around the rim of her ass and then slowly pushed one of my fingers into her. She moaned and I nearly came when I felt her tight sphincter squeeze my finger.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a good girl. Relax and enjoy it, baby.” I went back to licking her pussy while I finger fucked her ass, and before I knew it she was rocking back and forth pushing my finger deeper into her dark bowels.

In minutes we were both cumming. My lips were latched onto her clit while my finger drove into her ass. She exploded in my mouth, drenching me with her girl juice. I came almost at the same time while she strummed my clit and stuck her tongue deep in my pussy.

That was just what I needed in the morning.

She rolled off of me and we both giggled looking at each other.

“Did you like that, baby?” I asked as I kissed her, tasting my juices on her face and lips.

“I loved it, Mom!” she said excitedly.

“Good,” I smiled. “It’s supposed to feel good. Sex is supposed to feel good. Now that you like having my finger in your ass we’ll try it some more later. Maybe we’ll use toys back there.”

“I’d like that,” she sighed. “I never knew I would love sex so much, Mom. I mean, I’ve masturbated and I’ve touched myself. But last night when you made me orgasm, my god, I felt like I never wanted to stop. After that you just kept making me cum and cum and cum and I just wanted more and more. It was like a thirst I couldn’t quench.”

I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Now you know how I feel. I masturbate three to six times a day at least. At night, after you go to bed, I’ll lay here on this very bed and play with myself through five or six orgasms. I have a huge dildo that stretches my cunt and I love how it fills me up. I have lots of toys that I use and I’ll just lay here and cum and cum and cum, baby.”

Sara laughed. “Well, maybe now that you’ve made me into your lesbian lover, you’ll let me help Mama quench that thirst. Maybe you’ll let me help you cum.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, filled with love as I looked at her, all cute and innocent, embarrassed to have asked that. “Of course baby. Now that we’re lovers you can touch me anytime you want. And I’ll touch you anytime you want baby. I want you make you feel good.”

Sara kissed me on the mouth and looked me in the eyes. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too.”

Thirty minutes later, I was looking in the mirror, and couldn’t help but smile at what I saw. I was wearing a black skirt that stopped just short of the knees and a white blouse. I wore a gold necklace which set off my fair skin rather well and a gold ring on my right middle finger. Underneath, I was dressed rather naughtily with black silk stockings and garter belt. My black thong and low cut bra were matching and I wondered what the other teachers at school would have thought if they knew how I was dressed. My red hair was swept up off of my neck and I wore just a touch of makeup to add color to my fair skin.

All in all I was a picture of wholesome America… except for the fact that I was a wanton nympho who craved young girl flesh.

Sara was dressed too, and when we kissed before we left for school we almost ended up having sex again in the kitchen. She was wearing a plaid skirt and tight sleeveless sweater with her red hair down over one shoulder. She didn’t wear stockings but she had a better tan than I did and with better-formed legs, I thought. She was the picture of wholesome innocence, which was the exact reason why I wanted her body so much.

It took a lot for me to not lay her down on the floor and fuck her right there but we walked out the door, me with shaky legs and Sara with a grin on her face because she knew what was going on inside me.

We got into the car silently and I started to drive her to school. She turned to me and grinned an evil smile. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, Mom?”

“Yes!” I said louder than I planned to.

She laughed. “I know. Me too. I got wet just seeing you dressed like that, knowing that when I get home tonight we’re gonna have wild sex again.” She grinned and then got quiet again. “Mom? Tonight I want you to fuck my ass. In the shower I played with myself and fucked my ass with my finger but it wasn’t enough. I want you to stretch me back there.”

I nearly squirted in my clothes in the car. “Okay honey,” I said through gritted teeth. Sara couldn’t know the amount of sexual tension I was feeling just then. “I’d love to do that.”

Five minutes later, we were at her school. Sara leaned over and kissed my cheek and then hopped out. I watched her shake her ass as she walked away. I could feel my pussy oozing as she turned around and smiled and waved before walking into the school. I knew I would need to take care of business before I got to work and drove like a madwoman to a shopping center that hadn’t opened yet.

I parked behind the stores and slid my seat back, looking around to make sure nobody was around. I hiked my skirt above my waist and pulled my thong to the side, exposing my wet pussy. I could feel my muscles quiver. My fingers moved expertly to my clit and strummed it while my pussy leaked its juice. My other hand moved down and I began to finger-fuck myself to quicken the orgasm, moving my fingers in and out of my wet hole while I played with my clit.

All the while my eyes were closed and I was picturing myself fucking my young daughter and the student that she was tutoring. In no time I was orgasming like crazy fantasizing about a little ten-year-old mouth on my clit while my daughter rode my face. I fucked myself through three orgasms, all mind-blowing and all to the same fantasy.

Finally, I sat back in the car, gasping, trying to catch my breath while I licked my fingers clean. I pulled some wipes out of the glove compartment and cleaned myself off before pulling my skirt back down and taking a deep breath. I silently hoped that would hold me over until I got home. If not I was going to be in trouble for the rest of the day.

The first part of the day I was able to control myself reasonably well. None of the teachers even suspected what I was thinking, though one looked at me with a grin when she saw how I was dressed. She was cute and in her early twenties. Cheryl had just graduated college and started teaching fifth grade.

By lunchtime I was sweating it. I knew I was in a bad job with my proclivity to want to fuck every nubile and attractive student who came by. I thought about dodging into the women’s room and masturbating again but didn’t want to risk it. That was a sure way to lose my job. I would just have to tough it out.

By one in the afternoon, things had settled down and I was thinking I was in the clear. I was teaching eighth grade English and the class seemed to be going okay when I looked up and saw Angela out of the corner of my eye. She was a cute girl, just budding into a young woman with small mounds for breasts. She was wearing a short skirt and when she crossed her legs it rode up to her mid thigh.

Her hair was a light brown that she kept back in a pony tail and the sweater she wore was just a little too tight to be innocent in my mind. I could picture her on my desk with her legs spread while I tasted her sweet nectar making the young girl cum for the first time. She was thirteen and I wondered if she had ever thought about girl-love before.

I almost lost my train of thought but kept trucking on. Angela was one of my problem students who couldn’t seem to grasp the lessons. I pushed the thoughts from my mind and continued to teach. This was my last class before a free period when I would have a chance to tutor students who needed extra help, or grade papers and such.

It took a lot of effort but I made it through the lesson and finally the kids were streaming out to go to their next class. Before I knew what I was doing I called out Angela’s name as I sat down at my desk.

She had a fearful look in her eye as she stood before my desk. I didn’t know what I was going to say now. It was like my pussy had a mind of its own and it was calling the shots. But there she stood, looking all cute and innocent in her skirt with her hands folded before her while she bit her bottom lip in fear.

“I can see you need some help in class,” I said as I looked over some of her work.

“Yes, Ms. Smith. I’m having trouble understanding everything that we’re talking about,” she admitted with a look of embarrassment on her face.

“It’s okay, child. We all need help every now and then,” I said with a reassuring smile as I moved the chair out and leaned back, crossing my legs, watching her. Her eyes dropped to my legs but then she looked up again, blushing a little. My heart skipped a beat. “Would you like some extra tutoring?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Smith, I would. I think it would help, and I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

I looked around. “Come sit over here at this desk,” I said, pointing to a desk in the corner that could not be seen from the door. It was the most private area in the room. She looked at me, kind of wondering why I had picked there but didn’t say anything as she walked over and sat down.

I sat next to her in a classroom seat, making my skirt rise up to the tops of my stockings, exposing my garter straps. I pretended not to notice this, but I could see that she could see. She seemed curious and a little excited by seeing that. I grinned to myself, thinking that this was just what I needed today. Silently I wondered if Sara might like her too.

About ten minutes into the tutoring, I placed my hand on the small of her back, and she didn’t move so I felt emboldened. I moved closer to her and as I would lean across, touching her hand to turn a page, I would feel her flinch. I smiled inwardly to myself at this. I knew I would be making my move soon.

“So, how are things at home?” I asked.

“Oh,” she said. “They’re okay I guess.” She shrugged. “You know how it is sometimes.”

I smiled knowingly. “Yes, I do know how it is sometimes. My daughter is about your age.”

“Oh really?” she asked, perking up. “What’s her name?”

“Sara,” I said with a smile. “She’s growing up so fast now,” I said with a sigh. “Sometimes I think she’s growing up too fast.”

“That’s what my mom says.”

“Sara’s asking about boys and… well… you know, sex, already.”

“Is she?” she asked, disbelievingly, but I could see through it and knew that she had been thinking about that too.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “She’s even asked about girls.”

“Girls?” Angela asked with a confused look.

“Yes, girls. Sometimes girls kiss and touch each other, and she’s asked me about that.”

“Really?” She bit her lip again the way she always did when she was thinking about asking something.

“Have you ever wondered about girls?”

“No,” Angela answered too quickly. “Well, I mean, I’ve never asked anyone about it, but yes I’ve thought about it.”

“How so?”

She seemed embarrassed, and I put my hand on the small of her back again and massaged lightly, reassuringly. “Have you ever touched another girl?” I asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I remember when I was your age, we’d have sleepovers and sometimes we would practice kissing each other. Other times, we’d touch ourselves in front of each other. Have you ever done that?”

“Well. Sometimes. We show each other… you know… our private areas. At the last party we practiced kissing and everyone laughed at me because they said I was too into it,” Angela said with a shrug.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said with a reassuring smile.

I started to tremble a little. “You know it’s very natural for girls to be curious about things like that. So, you know what it’s like to kiss a girl your age…” I smiled, “would you like to know what it’s like to kiss a grown woman?”

“But won’t we get in trouble?” she asked.

“Only if you tell someone.”

I put my arm around her. I could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathing excitedly. “It has to be our little secret, okay?”

She nodded, with a huge smile on her face.

“Okay then.” I looked around as if checking to make sure nobody was watching, and then I smiled at her. “Now close your eyes and purse your lips.”

Angela did so, sweetly enough to make me want to jump her right there. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. I could feel her tremble and hear her breathing ragged as my lips touched hers. I pulled back an inch and then gave into temptation and ran my tongue along her lips, lightly touching them. She moaned and I smiled to myself.

“All right,” I said in a husky voice. “Now open your lips a little and push your tongue forward ever so slightly. That’s it. Now just keep your eyes closed and do what feels natural to you. Let the pleasure lead you.”

I pressed my lips to hers and she opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue in. She jumped when she felt our tongues touch, and moaned as I put my hands on her shoulders and started to explore her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue touched mine again and before I knew it we were kissing passionately, our tongues intertwining and dancing with each other.

After a few minutes, we were both breathing heavy and my thong was soaking wet as I pulled away and looked at her. She was blushing red and gasping for breath. I smiled at her. “How did you like that, Angela?”

“I liked it, Ms. Smith,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes were shining and she was staring at me.

“Good. How did it make you feel?” I asked as I moved closer to her. I could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes as I pressed my thigh against hers and wrapped my arm around her back and held her close to me.

“It made me feel funny,” she said, embarrassed.

“A good funny or bad funny?” I asked as I rubbed the small of her back.

“A good funny. I could feel my panties getting wet and I felt this funny feeling deep in my belly. It felt really good but I’ve never felt that way before.” She blushed and looked away shyly.

I smiled at her, and she jumped when I put my hand on her thigh. I could feel the heat through her skirt as she slightly shook. “That’s normal, Angela. That’s called arousal. When you’re kissing or touching and it feels real good, you get wet between your legs. Did your nipples get hard?”

She nodded her head. I reached up with a trembling hand and run my palm over them. Yes, they were hard. She shivered and moaned. “Did that feel good?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” she said in a whiny voice with a look of need in her eyes.

“Good,” I said softly. “It’s supposed to. Would you like to see what else feels good?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith.”

I brushed her hair away and ran my tongue up her neck to her ear, lightly nibbling and kissing. She whimpered at the sensation as I nibbled on her ear and lightly ran the palm of my hand over her nipples. They were as hard as little diamonds in her thin bra. She was so aroused just from my touch as she clenched her thighs unconsciously.

I gently pushed her legs apart and massaged her warm inner thigh just below her panties, carefully not to touch her there. No, I would take my time and savor deflowering her. She moaned and gasped as I kissed her neck and toyed with her nipples and hot skin until she was panting.

Looking into her eyes, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately, snaking my tongue into her mouth which she openly accepted and wrapped her arms around me as we pressed our bodies together. After a few moments, we broke apart and looked at each other. I could feel myself dripping as my nipples ached for attention.

“You are a very pretty young girl,” I said to her. “You have the makings of a fine woman, Angela. I think you’d make an excellent pupil for my special lessons. Lessons which will open your eyes to much more than the school books here.”

I bent down close to her ear and she shivered as I said, “Much more than you ever fantasized about in that pretty little teenage head of yours.” I then licked her ear and she whimpered, shaking. I looked at her again. “Would you like special lessons?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” she said, looking down.

“Good.” I checked my watch. It was time to go home for the day. “I drive a black Ford Fusion. Wait for me there.”

Angela got up and gathered up her books on shaky legs. She was still blushing as she walked to the door and then turned around with an uncertain look on her face. I smiled and nodded my head, prodding her along. A small smile crept across her face as she turned and hurried away.

I rushed around to clear off my desk and prepare it for the next morning. My own legs were quivering and I was exploding in excitement barely able to contain myself. I rushed out the door with my briefcase and nearly bumped into Cheryl who was walking by. I felt a shimmer of guilt and fear as she looked at me with a knowing expression but then brushed it aside. The corner of the room was well hidden; there was no way she could have seen what had been going on. As I walked away I could feel her eyes burning into my back.

A few moments later, I was at my car and I smiled warmly at Angela who had been waiting there, nervously playing with the hem of her skirt. She returned the smile and we both got in and I drove away. She looked over at me but didn’t speak. I didn’t know quite what to say so I remained silent as well.

“Do you like younger girls?” Angela asked in a soft, meek voice as we approached the secluded park where I planned our rendezvous. I thought for a minute before responding.

“Well, Angela. I won’t lie. I’m very attracted to younger girls. You have softer bodies, more enthusiasm with learning about girl love and you’re fresher.” I smiled at her. “But you’re special, Angela. You have the face of an angel and to be quite honest, I’ve fantasized about you for a long time.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised at the statement.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “I’ve always been attracted to you. You have the cutest face and your lips have always seemed to kissable to me.”

“Wow,” she said, basking in the attraction and attention. I don’t think anyone had ever told her that. She beamed from ear to ear, blushing in a combination of fear, expectation and excitement.

Within a few minutes, I backed the car into a secluded part of the park where I was sure we would not be interrupted. We were miles from the walking track and the biking trails and we were under a bunch of trees away from the road. We would be sure to have privacy here.

I looked over to Angela and she seemed fidgety, unsure of the situation, maybe even a little fearful. I smiled and laid my hand on her arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Angela,” I said with a smile. “Do you remember how good you felt back in the classroom? When I was kissing you and touching your breasts?”

She nodded.

“Imagine that, only a hundred times better. There’s so much pleasure in girl love. You only need the right teacher to open that door for you.” I moved closer to her and silently started massaging her warm thigh through her skirt, looking at her. She responded with excitement, not fear, which encouraged me.

“I can tell you like it, Angela,” I said with a knowing smile. “I can tell you want more.”

She nodded her head and stifled a sob of need as she looked at me.

“I love young girls, like you,” I said, moving my hand up higher under her skirt, feeling the heat of her skin. “So innocent, so fresh, so ready to learn. Your bodies are so supple and ready for the pleasure of girl love.”

I leaned in and licked her neck and she moaned, opening her legs subconsciously. “Mmmmm,” I said as my fingers passed over her panties. My heart was pounding. “Your panties are wet. I can tell you like it. I’m going to teach you things you never thought possible. I’m going to make you love sex so much. You’re not going to be able to get enough.”

Without warning, my hand started massaging her pussy through her panties and she moaned, gasping as I expertly strummed her clit while my mouth sucked and licked her neck and ear while she squirmed. I held her down and she responded to me, humping my hand that was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Pull up your sweater,” I commanded in a husky voice.

She wordlessly obeyed, showing me her erotically plain white bra with hard nipples poking through the fabric.

“Mmmmmm. So nice looking,” I whispered as I moved my other hand to her tits and passed the palm over them, feeling their hardness. “So firm, so young. So ready to be played with and toyed.” I massaged her tits through her bra and tweaked her nipples, causing her to squirm even more.

“Ms. Smith,” she squealed. “What’s happening to me? I feel like I’m going crazy. Oh my god, I’ve never felt like this before.” She was trying to climb out of the seat but she couldn’t away from my hands which were manipulating her young nubile body. The scent of both of our sexes permeated the car as she moaned and gasped toward her first orgasm.

“Hush, child,” I said soothingly. “What you’re feeling is completely natural. Close your eyes and relax. Just let your body feel it, baby. You’re gonna love it.” I rubbed her clit with more force now as I licked her neck, savoring the feel of her plush skin. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and sensitive as I pinched and pulled on them while she approached her first orgasm.

“Ms. Smith!” she cried out with a horrified look on her face.

I kissed her hard on the mouth and then whispered. “Let go, baby. Let go. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby!”

And she did. Her eyes closed and her whole body shuddered and spasmed while she moaned into my mouth. She was so ripe and fresh I could feel her sex pulsing as she experienced her first orgasm.

She continued to shake and moan with her eyes closed as I relaxed my work on her clit.

“Mmmmmm,” I purred. When Angela opened her eyes I was grinning at her and I kissed her softly on the mouth, trailing my tongue along her sweet red lips while she caught her breath. I nibbled on her ear and smiled as she shivered, the sparks shooting through her body.

I slowly slid her panties down her hips and past her knees while she silently watched, pliantly obedient to my need as I stripped her nether region. I grinned up at her and said, “You asked my before if I liked younger girls.”

I looked into her eyes. “The truth is I love younger girls. I can’t get enough. You look so fucking sexy in your little skirts and tight fitting tops with your pert young tits. You make my pussy so wet just watching you in school. I love young girls. It’s like a hunger for me.” I kissed her hard on the lips. “And I’m hungry right now.”

She moaned loudly and lifted her ass off the bucket seat when she felt my tongue on her clit but I couldn’t be stopped. She tasted so sweet as I ate her pussy with a frenzy. My face was coated her with her juices as I sucked and bit on her clit, sucked on her pussy lips and tasted every inch of her. She groaned when she felt my tongue push deep inside her love hole and wriggled around while my finger strummed her clit. In no time at all she was gushing, orgasming again while I firmly held her ass cheeks in place. I sucked up all of her sweet nectar as she experienced her second orgasm.

Languidly and slowly, I licked now, toying with her clit as I moved a finger inside her cunt and massaged her inner walls. She was like a ball of clay, silently enduring the pleasure that I brought her. My pussy was nearly gushing like a river as her cunt muscles tightened on my fingers while I fucked her. In and out my fingers went as her pelvis moved to meet every thrust while my lips sucked on her clit.

She was moaning again as another orgasm rolled over her I sucked and fucked through it until she lay against the seat, spent and tired, whimpering quietly, unable to move. I moved away from her pussy and licked my lips, savoring the taste. She opened her eyes and looked at me, dazed, confused, and I smiled.

“Lick my face clean, baby,” I told her. “Taste your own pussy on my face while you kiss me.”

She did so and it felt so good to feel her young tongue on me, lapping up her own pussy juices. I ended it with a kiss, snaking my tongue into her mouth which she readily accepted and wrapped her arms around me.

“How did you like it?” I asked with a grin.

“I loved it, Ms. Smith,” she replied, breathlessly.

“I knew you would.”

I smiled and leaned back in the seat and unbuttoned my blouse and then undid my front clasp bra, freeing my aching breasts. She stared at them and I smiled. I moaned and arched my back while my fingers lightly toyed with them. My nipples were so hard and so sensitive. I turned to her. “Do you like them, Angela?”

“They’re beautiful, Ms. Smith.”

“I’m glad you like them. I love my breasts.” I rolled my nipples between my fingers, sending shivers down my spine right to my pussy. “You can touch them.”

It felt wonderful to feel her hands on my tits, weighing them, massaging them.

“Play with my nipples, I said urgently, as I hiked my skirt up past my hips and pulled my panties to the side. “That’s it baby. Now pinch my nipples. Yes, like that. Roll them between your fingers. Harder. Harder. Harder! Yes. Pull on them. Mmmmmm, you’ve got me so wet, Angela.”

I smiled wickedly to her while my hand lightly run up and down my pussy, getting it nice and wet while my hips moved in slow sensual motions.

She watched, mesmerized. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Angela whispered. I chuckled and moved down in the seat.

“Lean down and suck on my nipples baby. Lick and suck them,” I told her. “While you’re sucking on my tits, look down and watch how I play with myself baby. I want you to see how to pleasure yourself. That way tonight, when you’re lying in bed, you can touch yourself like this and make yourself cum over and over again.”

Wordlessly, she leaned down and tentatively licked my right nipple.

I moaned as the moistness of her tongue hit my nipple and I pulled her head down, moaning. In a second, her lips were wrapped around my tit and she was sucking on it like a hungry baby. “That’s a good girl. Suck mama’s nipple. Be a good girl and feed from mama.” The nasty talk seemed to egg her on as she sucked harder and harder.

Her eyes trailed down as I started to finger myself. Maneuvering so I could use both hands while she was playing with my tits, I got down to serious business. My pussy was sopping wet and I was in dire need of pleasure.

Without wasting a moment, I thrust two fingers into my waiting hole and moaned loudly as I felt my muscles contracting around them, gripping them. The sound of wet sex could be heard as I fucked myself hard and fast, driving my fingers into my cunt. I started to play with my clit with my other hand and soon my ass was off the seat while I fucked myself through my first orgasm.

“Mama’s cumming! I’m cumming! Watch me cum! Oh, yes suck my tits while I cum!” I exploded with cum juice running down the crack of my ass while my cunt tightened on my fingers and my clit exploded with every stroke. It felt so wonderful with her small girlish lips sucking on my tits.

“That’s a good girl,” I said as I continued to play with myself, forcing the orgasm on, feeling the waves of pleasure continue to flow through me, all through my body. “Such a good student. I knew you’d be this good. I could tell, baby. So sexy and so beautiful. So sweet tasting. Your lips feel so good on my titties. Mama’s gonna be good to you. Mama’s gonna take care of you baby.”

My second orgasm came without warning and it rolled through me for I don’t know how long until finally I lay spent on the car seat, the fabric soaked with my pussy juices.

When I opened my eyes, Angela was looking at me, her eyes gleaming. “Wow,” was all she said.

Then, in a meek voice, as if afraid of being denied, she asked, ”Can I taste your pussy juice, Ms. Smith?”

I smiled and help up the two fingers that had seconds before been deep inside my cunt. She sucked the sticky juices hungrily, lapping them up and sucking on my digits. It felt so good.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I said as I looked at my watch. It was almost five and I knew I needed to get home. I saw her begin to pout as I moved my thong back over my pussy and rearranged my skirt to cover my legs.

I smiled at her. “This is just the first lesson, Angela. The lessons will become more enjoyable if you want to continue to learn.”

“Yes, Ms. Smith!” she nearly yelled. “I’ve never felt so good before. I can’t even describe it. My god, the pleasure was so intense. I want to have sex all the time now.”

I chuckled. “Good.” I started to button my blouse back up. “You can touch yourself the way I did any time you want. You can strum your little clit or you can finger-fuck yourself. Either way feels very good. Experiment with it. Do both at the same time, or maybe play with your young breasts while you masturbate. It all feels good. You can even stick on your fingers into your tight little ass.”

“Really?” she asked. “My ass?” She didn’t believe it.

“Yes, your ass,” I answered with a chuckle. “It feels real good. It’s so sensitive. It feels even better when your playing with your clit or your pussy and you’re fingering your ass.”

She looked at me disbelieving and I just laughed softly.

The whole drive to her house was spent talking about sex. I explained to her the different ways to play with herself. I even taught her to squeeze her thighs together and relax them until she experienced a mini-orgasm. With a mischievous grin she told me that she would try that at school. I smiled at her and could feel my pussy starting to moisten again. I also told her how to masturbate in the shower with a massaging shower head or different things that she could use to fill her pussy up. Angela drank it all up and I knew she wouldn’t ever be able to get enough.

Finally we were outside her house. “Just tell your parents that I was tutoring you after school.”

She nodded and smiled.

“Remember Angela,” I said to her, “this is our little secret. Nobody can ever know about it.”

She nodded, looking me right in the eye.

“If I find out you’ve told anyone about this, I will be very very upset.”

She is so pliable, I thought, as she looked at me and nodded. “Yes. Ms. Smith. I promise.”

I watched her walk into her house, and then pulled away for the drive home. Sara was waiting for me.

THE END