Michael Scott - Sex teacher

"Can I trust you to keep a secret, Angela?" she asked desperately. "Can I be really honest with you?"

Angela was fingering Cathy's taut conical nipples now, so hot that she was quaking with eagerness. "Of course, darling. Just tell me the truth. Maybe you need a friend – an older woman like me, who understands you…?"

In a voice filled with self-pity and shame, with tears flooding her wide-open blue eyes, Cathy told Angela all about it – the fact that she'd never had a real boyfriend, that she'd never really felt sexually attracted to guys, that some of the other girls in the dormitory had made nasty remarks about her because she didn't date – accusing her, in so many words, of being a dyke. That was why she had decided to live off-campus. The words came from her lips in a sob-wracked rush of emotion.

"Why, those evil-minded bitches," Angela said, reassuring her. "They were probably just jealous of you, because you're prettier than they are and have so much more sense. It must've been terrible for you to have to put up with that kind of abuse. Now come on, get out of the tub and let me dry you off." And get you into bed! she added mentally, her clit stiff with anticipation, her cunt pulsating with urgent need.

Cathy was still crying, but great waves of relief rushed through her naked body at the thought that she no longer had to keep up a pretense with her new landlady, at least. She seemed to have found one person who understood her and accepted her for what she was.

Cathy let herself be gently toweled dry by the madly aroused teacher. It felt good to be fussed over like this for a change… Angela's fingers, touching her flesh so intimately, were soft and gentle and loving. She knelt in front of the young girl and toweled her golden thighs dry.

Cathy's ripe cunt beckoned to her like a pair of kissing lips buried in a blonde beard. Not yet, Angela warned herself. Just a few more minutes, a little more affection and sympathy, and she'd have this innocent, unhappy girl hooked.

"Now come with me," Angela ordered Cathy, leading her by the hand into the bedroom she'd rented to her. "Let's just get comfortable, lie on the bed, and cuddle up for a while… and you can tell me more about what you've been through… all right, sweetheart?"

Cathy obediently stretched out on top of the bed while Angela all but ripped off her robe and flung it aside.

It was early in the afternoon, and a warm summer breeze flowed through the open windows. But it wasn't enough to cool the panting brunette as, stifling her furious passion for the girl, she lay beside her and put her arms around her in a gesture that was chaste at first, but which quickly betrayed her lust as she pressed Cathy's face against her breasts, and very gently reached down to rub her soaked cunt against Cathy's thighs, distracting her by talking in a low voice:

"You're perfectly safe here with me, Cathy, darling… you don't have to worry about anybody judging you, or putting you down because of your feelings for other women. I'll take care of you, protect you… and love you, if you'll let me."

"You're wonderful," a thoroughly confused Cathy gushed impulsively, her face smothered in Angela's large, creamy breasts. It was like a fantasy come true for her – except that the teacher was younger and much more beautiful than any of the tough dykes on campus whom Cathy had been secretly speculating about, imagining herself in their arms.

Angela's hands slid down Cathy's backs to her buttocks, squeezing the cheeks while she rubbed her burning pussylips harder against Cathy's crotch.

"I… I feel strange, Angela," Cathy confessed in a whisper as her clit stiffened involuntarily from the relentless, erotic pressure of Angela's up-and-down massaging cunt. "I'm getting – all excited and hot! You… you want to have sex with me, don't you?"

Angela froze. Cathy was still a virgin, or so she'd claimed; but evidently she was not so naive that she didn't realize just what it was that Angela wanted from her!

"I don't mind – honestly," Cathy went on breathlessly. She embraced the teacher tightly, so starved for affection that she began, timidly, to kiss her breasts. "If that's what you want from me, you can have it, Angela," she whispered fervently.

"I'll do it – anything you want!" she added. "Just-just keep on hugging me and loving me, and you can do anything you want with me. You're the first person who's been good to me in years. I feel so safe and happy with you, even though I don't know much about – well, what women do to each other in bed. You'll have to teach me. You'll take care of me, though, won't you, if we make love?"

Angela hugged her fiercely. "You bet I will, darling!"

Now Angela knew that her patient approach had paid off – and beyond her most optimistic expectations. She could hunch down and start devouring Cathy's luscious cherry cunt at once if she chose to, lapping up her honeyed juices in a frenzy of eroticism… but why not go on being patient about it, and break the girl in properly – prime her, for more exciting and bizarrely satisfying sex games to come. Why waste this unique opportunity? It would be criminal.

"Come here, darling," she said in an urgent tone of voice, pulling Cathy up and leading her to the overstuffed chair by the desk.

Angela sat down and placed Cathy in her lap so that the girl's soft but firm ass cheeks rested lasciviously on her steaming-hot pussy. Twisting around, Angela pressed her breasts against Cathy's and began to kiss her passionately.

Cathy moaned helplessly, shivers coursing down her nude body. "Oh God – oh God! – just be nice to me," she begged. "Just give me lots of loving, Angela."

Her breath came in rapid, excited gasps as the teacher slithered her tongue far inside her mouth and, at the same moment, put her fingers down against Cathy's tight, wet cuntlips. She found the girl's clitoris and stroked the bud for a minute or two as she squeezed and fondled Cathy's tits with her other hand. The nipples hardened.

"Oh – I like that!" Cathy moaned, the first real sexual arousal of her life rising in her loins. "Oh, Angela, I'm getting so hot… so turned on! I love it, I really do! Do it to me some more, turn me on – get me hot!"

French-kissing the girl's mouth lustfully, Angela darted a finger inside her hot little cuntal slut and began masturbating her in rapid strokes, her fingertip rubbing against the unbroken hymen.

Cathy went wild, twisting her legs around the older woman's, swinging her hips and ass up and down in fucking motions, moaning as their hot breasts rubbed together and their lips met in a long, torrid kiss, tongues intertwined.

Angela's control began to shatter. In the mirror hung over the dresser, she could see herself obscenely fingering the lovely young virgin on her lap, their naked bodies writhing against each other in the most erotic spectacle she'd ever seen, even in the illustrated sex manuals she'd studied so religiously. They were going to fuck each other!

Cathy's boiling cunt juices streamed down Angela's fucking finger and wet Angela's own hotly throbbing pussylips. The girl sobbed in delirious pleasure and bit Angela's lower lip.

"I'm-I'm coming, Angela! Oh, Christ, I love it – I love you, Angela – oh, it's so – God! – so fantastic, I'm coming, right now, can't you feel it? Coming! Coming! So good!"

Cathy's first orgasm shuddered through her virginal vagina, leaving her body drenched with its own sweat and lubrications and trembling uncontrollably, her breasts flushed, her nipples swollen, her cuntlips puffed out and stained a much darker red than usual.

As Angela eased a second finger inside the heated slit, the naked blonde girl went wild with lust, her still-tingling cunt exploding a second time in delight.