Twyla Twacht - Lesbo Lessons

For the next half hour the two women thrilled each other with their tongues. Mara found herself gasping for breath as Ruth Peter played with her vaginal lips the way a frisky puppy might play with a rubber ball. She would take the lips of Mara's sweet smelling vulva in her mouth, then let go in playful fashion. A moment later she would repeat the maneuver.

Alternately she would slip her pointed tongue in and out of Mara's slit, driving the girl to the point where she wanted to flee, then she would stop. If Mara had any hesitation herself, it soon vanished under the overwhelming flood of sensations she was experiencing. This was nothing like what happened when Mike went down on her. True, she enjoyed her boyfriend's passionate sucking of her pussy. But this thing that was going on now was so much richer that it was like the difference between night and day.

She found herself wanting to scream as Ruth focused on her clitoris, nipping at the little pink bud, lapping it from all angles. It was a scream she suppressed and then, finally, could no longer hold in. As Ruth pressed in on her most sensitive area, she let a wild howl escape from her lips.

"OH-OH-OH MY… OR… MY… AAAAMAAH… AAAH… AAAH… AAH… OH… I CAN'T STAND THIS… I CANNOT STAND THIS RUTH… YOU'RE DRIVING ME OUT OF MY MIND… OH AAAH… OOOOH… AAHHHH… I'M COMING… OR… I'M COMING!…"

And in another moment she did, feeling as if her vagina had exploded and with it her entire nervous system. Hardly pausing for breath, Ruth continued to lap away until Mara experienced a renewed series of fantastic orgasms that seemed to go on forever. She found herself almost unable to breathe as they continued to detonate in a flow that astonished her. Ruth Peter was the most fantastic lover she had ever known. Wendy had been marvelous but nothing like this, she told herself. Or was she simply not remembering correctly.

She tried to give Ruth equal pleasure, tried her damndest… but it was no use. She was nowhere on Ruth's level when it came to reaching the top layer of her sensitivity. No matter how hard her tongue worked to lave the older woman's slit and bush, she could not achieve the same results.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry," Mara apologized. "You were so terrific with me… and I've… I've failed you."

"Don't fret love," Ruth said soothingly. "I've had a lot more experience than you." She described how when she had attended the Sorbonne during her junior year at Vassar, she had become acquainted with a dress designer from one of Paris' best haute couture houses. The woman had taken her to her apartment high above the Rand Point of the Champs Elysees and between sips of champagne had taught her how to use her mouth to give a woman the fullest, most exciting sexual satisfaction.

"It took us months of practice," Ruth said with a broad smile, "but it was delightful educational practice and the tuition couldn't be beat. We'll do the same with you my pet. You're coming to work with me starting two weeks from now and we can have our little sessions here several times a week. By the time I'm finished, you will be an artist of the highest rank in the practice of cunnilingus."

Later, as they took a shower together, Ruth thrilled her again by sucking her nipples. Over the noise of the cascading water, Ruth told her they would be having a faculty picnic a week later and that she was invited.

"You'll have a chance to meet the staff and department heads of the school," Ruth said, as she dried Maya's body with a rough Turkish towel that soon buffed the Eurasian's skin to a healthy pink color.

"It is a bit of at bore, Mara," she went on, "but it's good politics for a new teacher to mix early in the game. For one thing it gets you in solidly at the beginning with the people who matter. You know, you have a drink, talk, joke with them and it eases things later when you need favors."

"What sort of favors?" Mara wanted to know.

"Well, suppose you need help from one of the other teachers to cover your absences," Ruth grinned. "I want us to duck out here for some lovemaking whenever we can. I don't have a terrible lot of free time during the weekdays, but occasionally time does turn up. If you can come here too I'd be delighted, naturally."

But in addition there were other things to keep account of. The faculty, meeting as a group, okayed requests for passing on such matters as field trips, special equipment that Mara wanted or might want later. It was good to have friends in the faculty.

And there were all sorts of things that came up during the school year that often required cooperation from other teachers or departments. Supposing a kid in one of Mara's classes was under great pressure because of term paper deadlines or tests from other teachers. Mara could help the boy by asking another teacher to give him more time. Mara might want to take a few days longer at Christmas or Easter to travel. She could ask another teacher or several other teachers to take over during the time period. Mara explained that new teachers also had to teach in summer session the first few semesters. There was no option. But the faculty could excuse her for good and sufficient reasons during one of their association meetings.

"Sounds like a good idea. Plenty of fringe benefits in being nice to your fellow workers," Mara smiled. "Why not?"

Ruth Peter's eyes changed and her voice became a little ominous. "I'd better warn you that there are also some fringe penalties involved when you mix with faculty."

Mara laughed. "Really? Like what?"

"Like having some male bastard of a teacher go after you and pawing you at faculty parties or picnics. Or calling you at night, trying to date you."

"Oh I can handle that," Mara said quickly.

"I hope you can." Ruth said evenly, "because as you must know by now I am quite possessive and the mere thought of some man pawing you gives me the willies. So be careful at the picnic next week. Don't come on too strong with the men. Just give them a big smile, a firm handshake and make a little small talk. You know about Burma and London and European life-styles. Then move on to another person."

Ruth warned her that there were several swingers in the faculty. "They'll try to get you to bed in every clichй maneuver you ever dreamed of or saw on the silver screen. Ask you to come up to their apartments to dine, to discuss pupils-too busy to do it at school, don't you know-and even pretend to be ill so you can come up and cook for them. One girl did just that and got raped an hour after she arrived."

The worst offenders, Ruth informed her, were Joe Mills, a paunchy middle-aged type, who was in the English department and went after everything in skirts or pantyhose, and Tom Leonard, a young history instructor who thought of himself as God's gift to woman because of his striking resemblance to Paul Newman.

Mills was by far the most odious type, Ruth said with a scowl. He liked to get into crowded elevators when the cafeteria on the top floor emptied and press his member against a girl's bottom.

"One day he just got behind me and pressed! Hard against my backside," Ruth recalled with a wince. "I could feel his damned cock growing against my bottom but he had a perfect excuse. The elevator was heavily crowded. Then to my horror, he began to move his cock. At first I thought I was imagining things. But no, the bastard had an enormous hard-on and was pressing it between the cheeks of my behind. If he could have he would lifted my skirt and tried to plunge into my bare ass. I could even hear the rat breathing hard as he got worked up, dry screwing that way. I wanted to tell him to stop, complain, but then I realized how embarrassing it would all be. There would have to be an official hearing, like the time a physical ed instructor was found in the cubicle of the ladies room after hours, going down on a teen-aged pupil, some dumb little girl who wanted solid A's for a scholarship. The hearing was noised all over town, in the papers.