Robert Vickers: Blackmailed teacher

"Twenty-six," supplied the blonde. "And damned sexy for all that, too," she said proudly.

Liz had to smile. The woman was right. She was one hell of a looker. The tits weren't anywhere near as large as her own, but then few were. Her entire body was petite, small and almost fragile looking. But that didn't detract atall.

"I get around," said Beth, moving a little closer to Liz. "You look like you can use a friendly hand right now, am I right?"

Her hand rested lightly on the woman's bare leg. The touch was like an electric shock. Liz didn't know what to make of it. She couldn't move away and tell Beth to leave her alone. She wanted the assurance this woman could give.

But that hand sliding slowly up her leg. That was something new in her experience. What was it Beth wanted from her?

As if the answer was squeezed from the blonde's lips, Beth said, "lust relax and let me show you what it's like."

As her slender fingers found the other teacher's bare twat, she shuddered. The woman felt her fingers stroking feather-light all over her pussy lips. When the feminine finger curled around her erect clit, she moaned softly and said, "No, no! This is wrong. Don't!"

"Don't worry about it," she quietly replied.

Then Beth bent over and kissed Liz square on the lips. The hand had shaken her a lot. More than she wanted to admit, the kiss was even more startling. She parted her lips half to protest and half because she was surprised.

She was even more surprised when the other woman's tongue came surging into her mouth. The feverish tongue stroked and caressed hers until she was gasping in passion.

This couldn't be happening to her. She couldn't get hot and bothered by another woman. But she was. Beth was turning her on. She was actually getting hot from another woman kissing her and fondling her snatch.

She broke off the kiss and said, "What's happening? I don't understand any of this. Why are you doing this to me!"

"Don't you like it?"

Her hand crept across her pussy lips. The little tingles spread like wildfire all through her crotch.

She was gushing out her cunt juices now. In another minute, she'd be begging this woman to finger fuck her.

"No!"

"I think you do. Admit it. To yourself if not to me."

Liz squirmed uncomfortably, but she couldn't force herself to move away from the woman's questing hand. Before she knew it, that hand was pressing firmly into the bulge of her pussy mound.

"Hmmmm you don't have any panties!"

Liz didn't answer. She couldn't tell the woman that Don had taken them. To do what with them, she couldn't say, but it was no doubt something totally obscene.

"And you're juicy! All for me?"

"Y-you shouldn't be doing this. It's not right!"

"Why not? Doesn't it feel good when I do this? And this?"

Her agile fingers stroked over the woman's erect clit. A bolt of sheer delight lanced into her body. She moaned softly and slipped down a little in the chair. The fingers worked their magic spell on her. She wanted to protest, to say this was wrong. She couldn't do it. The words were killed deep in her throat.

She allowed the pleasure to wash through her body like water. It was a soft and warm sensation that was quickly replaced by a more urgent need as the other teacher began finger fucking her cunt.

"No, ohhhhh, no, don't! It… it's too goooood!"

Beth smiled and dropped to her knees. "I think you'll like this even more."

Her mouth fastened on the other woman's cunt. The soft lips pressed into blood-engorged cunt lips. The rough wet tongue began licking and lapping all over the length of her gash. The thick juices oozing from her cunt were sucked up and savored noisily.

But she didn't stop there. Her tongue lashed out and beat hard against the tiny pillar of erect clit. Each time that driving tongue smashed down, a new sense of need rushed into Liz's cunt. She felt herself growing weaker. No longer could she protest.

She didn't even want to!

She was enjoying this tongue lashing too much.

"Ummm, you taste good!" exclaimed Beth, looking up at the woman. Her lips were gleaming with cunt juice and there was a wicked gleam in her eye. She had more than simply eating a pussy on her mind.

"Don't stop," begged Liz. "Not now, not when you've got me turned on so Goddamned much!"

"You're going to have to earn it." Beth acrobatically upended herself, allowing her skid to drop over her head. But this exposed her panties to the other woman's mouth – her panties and her already wet snatch.

"You want me to… to do the same for you?"

Liz asked, uncertain if she should or not.

"Do it, dammit! And now! Before someone comes in and finds us!"

That thought had never entered Liz's head. Any of the other teachers could come in and find them eating out each other's pussies. That would get her fired for sure.

The sight of the other woman's pussy, it's nearness, the aromatic and lusty odor, all combined to rob her of her common sense. So what if she were caught? This was the opportunity of a lifetime! She wasn't going to let it go!

She skinned down the panties enough to expose the blonde's flowing gash. The pussy lips were already pink with blood and throbbingly hard. She immediately stuffed her face into the vee of the woman's legs.

The taste assailed her lips, tongue, nostrils. She couldn't get enough of the other woman's cunt sauce. She lapped and licked and then thrust her tongue, cock-hard, into the gaping cunt.

She felt the other woman return the favor. Tongues in both their cunts, they began rapidly fluttering around in the velvet hung passages. Liz was almost sobbing from reaction. She could barely contain herself. Wanting to scream and not knowing if it would attract attention made her shove her face even more forcefully into the woman's crotch.

The acid tang of the cunt juice spurred her on.

Tongue lashing out, she searched for and sought out all the right nerves. She made certain the other woman was getting the eating out of her young life. There wasn't a single spot she left untongued. The same thing was happening between her own legs.

The quaking sensation of approaching orgasm seized her. She tried to hold it back. She was getting greedy. She wanted to feel the full impact of a big orgasm, a very big one. No longer satisfied with the tiny ones that simply wracked her body for a moment, then passed, she wanted to go all the way.

With the other woman's knowing tongue on her clit, she thought it was going to be possible this time.

The sexual tensions were mounting in her belly. She felt the vague contractions along her cunt strengthening. Her breath came in harsh, hurried gasps. She started tongue-fucking the cunt so wantonly opened for her with an emotion approaching frenzy.

Then the dam inside her body burst. She came with the force of miujons of gallons of water rushing down a tiny valley. The impact of the physical and emotional come was almost too much for her.

She groaned and shook and sobbed and unashamedly let the tears roll down her cheeks.

And then it was over. Too quick. She wanted more. She had to make the other woman tongue-fuck her cunt even harder.

She began running her rough, wet, pink tongue all over the blonde and bristly strands surrounding the other woman's cunt hole. She didn't miss a single spot. Her tongue languorously swabbed down the entire area around her cunt mouth. Then her tongue stabbed out and down into the juicy twat.

The teacher felt the body of the other woman tense up. A trapped animal sound told her the teacher was coming. She felt a rush of excitement. She was the one who'd done it. She had actually made another woman come.

Liz wanted more of this exciting lesbian mouth love. She had never in her wildest imaginings thought another woman could get her this hot. She was wrong. And now she wanted to find out what she'd been missing for too long.