That's all today class, enjoy the rest of your day," she announced, glancing over everyone before a pause. "Fiona," she said, peeking at me. "Would you mind staying for a couple of minutes?"
I clenched my fists and lowered my head. "Sure, bitch," I muttered under my breath before I calmly got up.
I strolled over to her desk and placed my palms on it.
"I wanted to talk to you about your paper you wrote on Green Day."
"Was there something wrong with it?"
"Well, you describe a great picture of their career, don't get me wrong," she mentioned, bringing it out. "Although, it is just full of mistakes. Look at all the red marks just on the first page."
"Okay," I groaned, rolling my eyes. "It might have some mistakes on it, but you gave it an 'F' though? I spent weeks on it, editing it regularly and fitting in every single piece of information I thought was relevant," I whined, leaning back up. "So, what, you are just failing me in this course now?"
"No, I'm gonna let you redo this paper," she answered, raising her eyebrows. "I certainly don't want to see you in this class again next semester. Although, you should look at this, who would possibly think this is a college paper? It appears to be written by someone in junior high. You have run on sentences, spelling fragments and it never seems to end either. It is about their career of the band, not each guy's life story. Come on, here you forgot the subject when you mentioned their induction into the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame. If you edited this, you did it with your eyes closed, Fiona. I wouldn't turn this in if I were completely hung over," she complained before she threw it.
I glanced down and saw it hit the floor.
My eyebrows just went down. "That was out of line, Rose."
"No, you can call me Ms. Trone when we're having student/teacher conversations. You are lucky that I don't fail you, Fiona," she warned me, getting up.
She walked around her desk and came to me.
'You are just staring at me now, am I supposed to be intimidated?'
"Are your fun bags you have front and center here meant to make me respect you, Rose? Do you think I see you as some authority figure?" I questioned, bringing my hands towards her head. "You have your sexy dark brown hair here, and you wear these inviting blouses and skirts all the time. Are you a fucking teacher or a porn star? You seriously look like you are in an adult movie ready to strip and have sex."
"You will treat me with respect!" she yelled, getting in my face. "You will not use foul language in my presence, and I will dress however I want to!"
"You could use a mint, Rose," I informed her, backing my head away and waving my hand. "Damn, your figure paints a picture that your breath would smell like roses, but your name is misleading."
She leaned back and placed her hands on her hips. "Do you think this is a joke, Fiona? You are talking to me as if I'm below you, but that's not true. I'm your teacher, and you need to treat me as such," she let me know, poking my chest. "If you don't get serious right now, I will fail you, and then you will have to retake this class. Do you understand?"
"Oh, fuck you, Rose," I whined, backing away. "You are a damn college professor, that's it. Hell, you aren't an actual teacher, you just bitch to students about missing words, or other bullcrap. You don't need a damn degree from here to do your job, all you need is a pair of eyes and lips. That's it, so get the hell off your high horse, you stuck up bitch," I explained, picking up the paper. "All you had to do was put an 'A' at the top of the page and hand it back to me, but no, you want to complain about this and that. You are just one condescending tart; you know that?"
"Are you just trying to piss me off now? You are doing a great job of it, and now I'm just one more outburst from your lips from just failing you. Do you read me, Fiona?"
I stayed quiet and clenched my fists for a moment. 'I can't wrap my head around this floozy. I worked hard on that paper, but she is just ripping me a new one.'
"Now you are shooting me a dirty look, and you seem like you are about to throw a hissy fit. So, are you gonna redo this paper or not?"
"No, because it is an 'A,' Rose. What part of that do you not understand?"
"In what universe is your paper an 'A'?" she inquired, coming back around her desk. "I couldn't even give it a 'D,' Fiona. How could you possibly justify it getting an 'A'?"
"What the fuck ever, cunt," I groaned, pushing papers off her desk.
She watched them all fall and kept her eyes there for a moment. She failed to speak, but I saw a very pissed off look plastered all over her face. I watched her for over three minutes as the only things I heard were us breathing and my heart pounding against my rib cage.
"What did you call me, Ms. Crane?"
"I called you a cunt, Rose. You aren't Ms. Trone; you are lucky I refer to you as Rose, you dumb bitch," I mentioned, prior to placing my hands on my hips. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"
"Oh, you'll be lucky if I just fail you at this point, you spoiled brat," she informed me, getting close to me again. "Maybe I'll just have a chat with the Dean. Just maybe, you'll lose your scholarship, and you'll be thrown out on your ass. Do you like the sound of that, Fiona?" she pondered, getting in my face. "Would a cunt do that?"
I bit my bottom lip and stayed still for the time being.
"Oh, cat got your tongue now, Ms. Crane? Was it my words or the fun bags?" she wondered, backing her head away.
After a full moment of staring, my head slanted down somewhat. 'Son of a bitch, she has cum flowing down her legs now,' I thought before my head came back up. 'Oh, this tart is getting off on this shit. Wow, I did not see that coming. She is gloating by my silence, but maybe she liked it for a different reason,' I thought before peeking back at her face. 'Now who is noticing who's bosoms, Rose? Maybe you are such a bitch to me because you want me. That is a valid theory.'
"Fine, you want to fail me, then do it."
She broke eye contact. "I don't want to do that, Fiona."
I smiled at her and covered my eyes with my right hand.
I also shook my head and eventually peeked back at her. "Fail me, or don't, Rose. I'll see you tomorrow," I giggled before I just grabbed my paper and left.
"Well, that was a rather odd turn of events: the wench seemingly has a crush on me, or I at least sparked her sexual desires," I whispered, walking down the hall.
I stopped at a small space roughly twenty feet from the classroom and peeked back at the door. "Oh, Ms. Trone, maybe giving me an 'A' is in fact in your future. Don't be so quick to judge my work just because you don't like my personality. Let's face it, if I were some ass kisser, you would have overlooked those mistakes. Maybe you like me, just in a different way," I muttered before my right hand landed on my crotch. "Wow, Rose, I can feel my juice through my thong and skirt. You are that porn star: you are sexy and out there. Could you give into the seductress known as temptation? We shall see," I explained before strolling away.
That night, I found myself in front of my mirror in my bedroom. "A great nude lady is standing here, and evidently it can attract even my bitch English teacher," I observed, lifting my breasts up somewhat. "I'm a dazzling blonde, and she is a cute black haired chick, so we could make magic if we fucked. I could see it all right then, just from one second to the next. I felt that I was blind before, but suddenly I could view it vividly. Rose wants to fuck me, or at least loves the idea of being with another woman."
I examined myself for another moment and just smiled. I didn't speak a word, but then I went to my closet. I swung one of the metal doors open and glanced over all the clothes I had hung up in there.
"Oh, what dress would make the temptation as strong as possible? I can only imagine that she probably hasn't been with a woman before, so I may need to bring out the big guns," I muttered, going through each dress, hanger by hanger.
I eventually picked one and laid it on my bed. "Well, Rose does love light green, and I think it may just set the bait. Maybe I'll just go braless too, Rose, so you'll have an even better look at my melons. Your mouth failed to give me the dirt, but your facial expressions and wet legs were shoving it out with giant shovels," I explained before going to my dresser.
I pulled out my top drawer. "The matching thong to go with the dress too, how could I not seduce the whore with all these assets?" I questioned, picking it up. "I'll get that 'A' come hell of high water, Rose. You won't be able to deny me that after I rock your world," I mentioned, holding it up. "Now I'm jiggling around, and I feel my body tingling too. I already love pussy, so maybe I can learn to love yours too, who knows? Maybe after this paper, you'll give me another 'A,' what do you think?"
The next day, I got dressed in that very same dress and thong. I also put out just some sandals, and some make-up to complete the outfit.
I strolled down the hall towards her classroom. "Well, let's find out, Rose. Maybe I'll make you bloom into a rose, rather the bitch weed you are now," I whispered before I walked in there.
I ambled in there as she was towards the front and my eyes stayed on her.
"I hope all of you are..." she said before I came into her line of vision.
"Oh," I giggled, sitting down in my chair. "Did I make you just lose your train of thought?" I pondered, pulling my dress down just a little bit more. 'Enjoy these hooters, it is your right,' I thought, looking right at her.
She examined my body for a moment as she failed to finish that sentence. I cheesed at her and lifted my knockers up slightly. After that moment, she took her eyes off me and went to her desk.
She sat down. "Alright, class, how about you all just work on whatever you want today. I'm just gonna hang out over here for the next hour, so take a load off and relax."
'Now you are just gonna bury your face in your desk? Wow, if I didn't know any better, Rose, I'd say you are trying to cut yourself off from something, or someone. Could that be me? You were leaking your juice yesterday for some reason, but what could it be? I notice you still have that crack out though, you sexy thing,' I thought, vibrating somewhat.
My eyes stayed on her for the most part as she wouldn't look up from her desk to save her life.
My right hand nonchalantly made it's way to my crotch. 'My pussy is getting wet as I think about us, Rose; rubbing our naked bodies together as I lie on top of yours. I just wonder how drenched your slit got yesterday,' I had thought before my hand slithered into my panties. 'Did you masturbate after I had left? No one else was still in here, so you had the room to yourself. Now I'm rubbing my cherry, so I'll let the floor have some of my juice too.'
I found myself twitching around a little bit. I also had a few drops of sweats coming down my forehead, and my tongue came out on my lips too.
'I know you saw me and you loved the image, so maybe I'll just have to make the first move. That's fine, leave it to the seductive student you have a crush on to do it for you. Someone could be watching me eye fucking you, but I don't care.'
My hand felt like there was a spike in it after a moment, but the pleasure was worth it.
"Fuck," I whispered before I closed my eyes. "My pussy is on fire, and there is that juice," I moaned, slanting the top half of my body down slightly.
I let out a deep exhale and calmly leaned up a moment later. I opened my eyes and shook around a little more.
I brought my hands together for a few seconds. "Here goes nothing," I whispered before I got up and began walking towards her desk. 'Damn, the thong is already saturated, Ms. Trone. Call this a gift for you, really.'
Both of my hands landed towards the end of her desk, and I immediately peeked at the crack. 'Seriously, how are you not a porn star?'
"Is there something you wanted, Ms. Crane?" she inquired, failing to look at me.
'Yeah, you naked with my mouth on one of your nipples,' I thought, smiling.
I just stood there for a moment as neither of us spoke, but suddenly she couldn't write, and her whole body started to quiver. I couldn't help, but to cheese and have even more of my juice leak out.
Her head abruptly slanted up. "What do you want, Ms. Crane? Can't you see that I'm swamped here?"
"I was just hoping we could bury the hatchet from yesterday, Ms. Trone. You are right, you are the teacher here and deserve respect."
She took a deep breath. "Thank you, Fiona, I appreciate that," she mentioned, nodding.
"Your welcome, so would I be pushing my luck if I asked you for a favor?"
Her head arched back a bit and closed her eyes slightly too. "I suppose it would depend on what the favor is, Ms. Crane."
I leaned in closer to her and stopped about a foot away. "Is there any way I could convince you to go over my paper with me so that I can redo it correctly?"
"Really?" she giggled. "After what happened yesterday?"
"Yes, Ms. Trone. Will you help me out? I just need a little one on one time with you."
She nodded and leaned back in her chair. We just smiled at one another for a moment as no one uttered a word again.
'As if you could resist, Rose. Your eyes on my bosoms now, so I know you are thinking about fucking me. Just say 'Yes.' and maybe you'll get your wish.'
"Okay, Fiona. I'll help you out, but there are conditions: stop calling me by my first name, and no bad language either."
"Done, Ms. Trone. I'll be on my best behavior, just for you."
"Good, just come back at three. I'll go over the paper with you for as long as you need. Although, you have to be serious about it."
"I'm very sincere, Ms. Trone."
"Good, now I need to get back to work," she groaned, still jiggling around.
"Fine, I'll see you later," I mentioned before I calmly turned around and strolled back to my desk. "Don't worry, Rose, I won't make you stress out that sexy brain of yours, your pussy will do all the thinking for you. Just turn your brain off, give into temptation and put that 'A' on my paper. Then we'll all be happy."
Class ended about a half hour later, and I just went back to my place for a little while. I just sat down and plotted what I was gonna do to get the sensuous fish to bite on the worm so that I could reel her in.
"Maybe I should wait a little while into talking before I show a bit more skin. I just know when I do, the dominoes will fall," I theorized, lying down on my bed.
She remained on my mind the entire time as I just waited for the clock to show that it was getting close to three in the afternoon. By the time it was two, I had my plan set. All I had to do was go through it as intended, and not get distracted in the process.
As it was ten till three, I walked down the hallway. "It is taboo for a student to get involved with their teacher, but fuck it, I'll seduce you to get my 'A,' tart. So, be prepared to get fucked, because we both know you won't be able to turn me down."
I got close to the end of the hallway where the classroom was, but I suddenly halted. "Whoa, was that what I think it was? Did I just hear some female moaning?" I pondered, prior to calmly closing the gap between me and the door.
I slowly placed my head on the door, and my right hand made it's to my crotch again. "Yes, the hot hussy is masturbating. At least, I'm pretty sure it is her, who else would be in there?"
Even as I was out in the open, my right hand slithered under my dress as the other one held it up.
My right hand crawled into my thong, and I felt my twat. "Wow, it is soaked now," I moaned, rubbing it back and forth. "What if Rose is thinking about me, she is letting it out like she is getting fucked hard. Maybe a fantasy with me pounding her with a strap-on. I don't hear anyone else in there though, so she has to be scrubbing her clit," I muttered, breathing heavily.
I stood there for another moment and just listened to the sexy action. "I have to see this now," I whispered, bringing my left hand towards the door handle.
I turned it and lazily opened the door just a little bit. "Yes, it is true: Rose is masturbating, but it looks like the cunt is watching porn. You would think even in college; the computers would have content blockers on the server. Huh, I guess not. Now, just lift up that skirt a little bit and show off that cherry, Rose. I'd love to see it if you'd let me. You are sweating up a storm and biting your bottom lip too, are you getting close to cumming now? It is only five til three now, so are you planning on me catching you?" I pondered, shaking nonstop.
My eyes were glued to her as her hand never stopped moving, and she caused the office chair to shuffle around a bit too.
I couldn't help, but to smile at the whole situation. "I knew Ms. Trone was a horny harlot, so now she is pleasuring herself. Wow, I thought it was weird when I saw her earlier, and now she is masturbating. I can't help, but to gawk at her. She is getting incredibly sexy now, why? I have some juice flowing down my legs too. Wow, Rose, you are a piece of heaven, just wrapped in a chunk of hell. It is like you have a halo and horns. Oh, now you are undoing your blouse too? Damn, you are hot. I can see your bosoms now, they are covered by your bra, but I can see them."
My hand never stopped moving, and I felt my legs becoming weak. Nothing seemed to matter; I just desired to keep watching the bitch.
"Oh, shit," she moaned, shuddering around and closing her eyes.
"Are you cumming now?" I wondered, slanting my head down towards her crotch. "Yes, I see some more juice dripping off the chair."
"Oh, shit, Ms. Crane," she groaned, leaning back up.
I immediately looked away from her and entered the room. "Don't worry; I didn't see anything," I divulged, strolling towards her desk.
"Bullshit, Fiona. Tell me you didn't record me with your phone," she demanded, getting up and coming towards me.
"I didn't, you dumb tramp," I whined, taking out my phone. "There is no video, and I thought you were just some prude. You dress like a slut, but you act like a stuck up witch."
"If you fucking tell anyone about what you saw, I'll make damn sure I get you expelled!" she yelled, hitting the desk.
"So, you threaten to get me kicked out earlier because of my harsh language, but then I catch you pleasuring yourself in your classroom, and you pull that shit again. Are you the world's stupidest female?"
She took a deep breath. "Fine, I won't tell the dean about your attitude if you promise not to tell anyone about this."
"I have a better idea," I mentioned, closing the gap between our faces. "Instead of you bitching about my paper, why don't you kiss me?" I proposed, bringing my hands to her butt.
"What, no, Fiona," she protested, backing away somewhat. "A student/teacher affair is completely against the rules. Besides, I don't want you; I'm not a lesbian," she made clear, placing her hands on her hips.
"Well, are you sure I can't tempt you?" I wondered, stepping towards her desk. "You are right, it is not cool for us to get involved," I pointed out, sitting down in her chair. "Although, I'm pretty sure you like the ladies," I said, prior to looking at the computer screen.
I clicked on one of the hidden pages on her internet browser. "Oh, are you a frequent visitor of Pornhub?" I pondered, turning the monitor. "Those are lovely ladies that are fucking one another," I said, as a video played. "Are you sure you aren't even curious?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows.
I smiled and watched her twitch a little bit. She also couldn't utter a word, and I crossed my arms. As time went on, I noticed that she let her juice out once again.
"Your reactions are saying everything. Don't worry; I won't tell anyone that you have a thing for the women," I assured her, getting up. "Just let out that side of yourself out," I muttered, closing the gap. "I just want my 'A,' Rose," I reminded her, bringing my right hand to her cheek. "My juice drenched this hand not too long ago, and now it is on your face. Do you like that?"
I felt her quivering again, and she couldn't make eye contact with me.
"Do you like my bosoms, Ms. Trone?" I questioned, placing my hands on them. "They are quite jiggly, aren't they? We both know that you've checked them out before, including today."
Suddenly she leaned right to me and latched her lips onto mine right before her hands landed on my butt. I giggled somewhat and brought my palms towards her behind too.
Although, before they could touch down, she backed away. "Fuck, why did I just do that?" she asked, peeking at the floor.
"The real question is: why have you been such a cunt to me? You could have just told me you wanted to have sex with me, Rose," I let her know, grabbing onto my dress.
I took it right off myself and dropped it instantly. "So, what do you say, is my paper 'A' worthy?" I pondered, coming towards her. "I was gonna wait to seduce you, but then you decided to let me catch masturbating to porn. I must say: you have me curious too."
Her body vibrated as if it was a cell phone as her eyes took a trip over the front half of my body.
"So, I take it that you like it?" I pondered, snatching her hands.
I positioned them right on my breasts and viewed the results. The floozy's hands moved back and forth slowly, and a giant grin was spawned on her face too.
"They are only 'C' cup hooters, unlike your 'D's, but I think we can both agree that they can earn me an 'A' on that paper, don't you think?"
Her lips came right back to mine, and I brought my hands to her butt too. We both closed our eyes and enjoyed the emotional spike, whether it was good or bad. Our lips failed to stop moving for over five minutes, and I was sure that both of us had our juice streaming down our legs.
Her lips abruptly jumped off mine. "No, we can't do this," she objected, backing away again.
"Yes we can, Ms. Trone," I corrected her, bringing my hands to her blouse buttons. "This is college; we're meant to experiment. So let's have some fun."
I kept eye contact with her as I began undoing it.
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll make sure you get kicked out and never get into another college in this state, got it?"
"I understand," I answered, taking off her blouse. "There is no need to hide your urges from me now, Rose," I guaranteed her, bringing my hands up to her knockers.
I squeezed them firmly for a moment as she shook around slightly. "Do you like that, Ms. Trone? You can tell me, we're both horny ladies and are down to fuck. I won't judge you."
She couldn't make eye contact, but I knew she loved the feeling.
"No, we can't do this, Ms. Crane," she declared, covering her boobs with both arms.
I calmly leaned down and slid my thong down. "Actually, we can," I made clear, heading towards the door.
I locked it as we kept eye fucking each other. Then I turned around and let her see the entire front half of my body.
"Holy shit, you have a dazzling figure, Ms. Crane: your breasts, landing strip, and your flat stomach too."
"Thank you; now I'm willing to give you full access to it if you just give me that 'A,' Ms. Trone," I offered, stopping in front of her.
Her mouth opened up completely, and I brought my hands to her skirt. I unzipped it, and then I just saw her in just her bra and panties.
"Wow, you are quite stunning yourself, Rose," I admired her, placing my hands on her back. "That's a classy bra and panty set. Purple looks good on you."
Without uttering a word, I unclasped her bra and took it off her. She still couldn't look at me, so I calmly lowered myself to my knees.
I grabbed onto her underwear. "I'm sure you have a nicely trimmed pussy under these silk panties," I theorized before gradually pulling them down.
As they arrived down at her feet, she stepped out of them.
I let go of them, and I rose back up with her. "I was right about your cherry, and we're both naked now, Rose," I pointed out, wrapping my arms around her neck. "Now would you like to kiss me again? Don't be shy; you want to find out if you like ladies, so do whatever your heart desires."
"Are you interested in me too, Fiona?"
"Maybe, as I said, you are quite stunning too," I answered before kissing her.
I was going to part my lips from hers after only a few seconds, but she transported her hands up onto my head.
'And the seduction seems to be a success; I knew the horny tart couldn't resist me forever. Rose might take being a teacher seriously, but she is still hot for me. She is caressing my head now, so the attraction is stable, and now I can only think that she is ready to take it to the next level.'
A moment later, her hands dropped from my head and came over on my snatch. "You have your 'A,' Ms. Crane," she moaned, pressing her right hand on my pussy.
"I knew I could win you over, Ms. Trone."
She brushed my lips down there forcefully, and I applied a little pressure to her neck. The whole time, we continued to kiss each other. I already felt to be in a sauna, even though it was relatively cool in there.
She had me quaking a bit, and my heart went into overdrive with anticipation. We had already been kissing for some time, but with each passing second of only kissing and her playing with my slit, I felt the need to do more with her.
My lips came off hers. "So, what do you want to do with me, Ms. Trone."
"Don't worry, Fiona, you've seen me naked now, so you can call me 'Rose' now."
"Fine, what fantasies would you like to have fulfilled, Rose?" I questioned, turning to her desk.
I let go of her, moved some stuff out of the way and sat down on it. I brought my right hand to my twat and immediately began playing with it. Her eyes widened, and she went down to her knees.
"Come on and get what you want, Rose."
She failed to speak, but she calmly crawled right to me. She moved my hand right out of her way and positioned both of her hands on my snatch.
She twitched several times. "It is very wet, Fiona."
"I know, taste my juice if you'd like."
Her right-hand fingers lazily made the trip over to her mouth. They slowly ventured in as she looked into my eyes the whole time. She cheesed and sucked her fingers into her mouth as far as she could.
"There is nothing wrong with experimenting with a student, Rose. So, I recommend that you take it as far as you wish."
She nodded and let her fingers out. "I'll do my best to please you, Fiona. I certainly hope you give me an 'A' too."
"Why don't you test the waters and we'll find out how high you can score?"
She licked her lips for a few seconds. "May I have one more kiss first, Fiona?"
I pasted my lips onto hers. My palms also landed down on her bosoms for the duration of our make out session.
I rubbed them hard. 'And Rose is in the palm of my hand now. Hell, if I play my cards right, I might get automatic 'A's for the rest of the semester.'
After a full minute, her lips separated from mine. "I'm a woman that gets what she wants too, Fiona," she made clear before dove right into my pussy lips.
"Oh, yes, Rose, achieve what you are devoted to getting. Eat out your bitchy student you hate so much. Do it and make me love it in the process. Nothing can quite compare to satisfying your sexual appetite. Lick those lips down there and don't be afraid to take them into your mouth either, you sensual woman. Do anything and everything you want, because I will not tolerate any half-assed work either. I hope you enjoy my juice too, I know you loved the taste of it not too long ago," I rambled on as we kept eye contact.
The entire time, I felt her playing tonguing my slit, but she was playing with my heart as well. 'You definitely knew there was sexual tension between us, could that be why you loved messing with me so much? Now I have you between my legs giving me oral sex, so did you plan this too?'
After only a moment, I found myself incredibly reluctant to stop the pleasure, even though we both knew it was wrong. Rose just had me wagging my feet, rubbing her head, and jiggling around all just in preparation to deal with it all.
"Fuck, yes, Rose, stick your tongue in there a little further now. Don't touch my clit just yet, but let more of your slick tongue in there and pleasure me even more."
Her eyebrows went down, and her tongue calmly slipped out. "Enough of your constant yammering, Ms. Crane. If I wanted to pleasure you with you spouting off words every five seconds, I would have told you that," she informed me, coming towards me.
"Yes, Ma'am, I surely don't want to upset you."
"Good," she said before she kissed me. "Now let's get on the floor, so I have complete access to your cherry."
Our hands came together, and we both nonchalantly voyaged down to the floor. I lied down flat on my back, and the horny chick got right on top of me.
She kissed me once. "Thank you, skank," she mentioned before climbing down towards my crotch.
She positioned her face at my pussy and rubbed it with both hands. "Make sure you cum all over my face, Ms. Crane. If you do, maybe I'll let get away with calling me 'Rose' all the time," she proposed, prior to letting her tongue right in between my pussy lips.
I wanted to chatter a bit more, but I just bit my tongue for the time being. I placed my hands on my bosoms and attempted to deal with all the pleasure. It came as no easy exercise with that tongue licking my pussy walls.
Against my advice, she still went to my clit. Her tongue pressed onto it a few times, but I managed not to spray her just yet. She did have me rubbing my boobs as hard as I could, and the bottom of my body rubbed against the carpeted floor.
"Oh, Ms. Trone, you are good at this. I'm sorry for talking, but I can't help it. You are making me want to jerk around, but I'll keep still so you can fuck me properly," I moaned, vibrating nonstop.
With each lick from her tongue, I had a mini twitch, and let out a little more of my juice. I imagined that she was trying to drink all she possibly could the whole time, but I wasn't about to stop fighting the pleasure for even a second.
All I wanted was to feel her fucking me for as all as possible. Although, I knew it was just a matter of time, she was out on a mission to get me to cum all over her face and was going to make it happen.
My back remained on the floor for the entire time, and I cheesed. 'Holy shit, the hussy is making me cry now, why? I hate her, and she hates me, so why is she making me feel like this? We have a love/hate relationship: we love how much we hate each other. She is also slathering my lips down there frequently, so she knows what she is doing. Damn, she really is an angel with devil horns. That wasn't bullshit, it was true.'
Her fingers stayed on my near my lips, but away from her tongue. The closer she got to achieving her wish, the more out of control I became.
"Am I making you nuts now, Fiona?"
"Yes, cunt, so keep going."
"I will," she responded, wrapping her arms around my legs. "If you completely shower my face, maybe I'll give you an 'A+,' Ms. Crane. I'll do that for you, but only if I'm satisfied."
"Then shut the fuck up and do it already, Ms. Trone."
She smiled at me for a few seconds, but then she slanted her head back down to my slit. She took my pussy lips into her mouth completely, and even took a little bit of my hair in there too, which all added to the excitement.
I brought my hands to the floor. "Yes, yes, Mr. Trone, just like that," I moaned, tapping my fingers frequently and heels on the floor. "Fuck me just as another woman can."
She did just that, as she managed to suck on my lips and let her tongue roam freely all inside my twat. It went over all my slit and it never just stopped in one spot either. It was as if she was getting stronger by the second. Nothing could stop her, and I loved it.
I forced myself to lean up and get a closer look at her. "Damn, Rose, you are some woman," I cried. "Anytime you want to get some more action from me; I'm game."
She failed to peek at me; she just kept fucking me as if her life depended on it. Her head moved back and forth rather quickly and continued to tease my clit too. I rested on my right elbow as my other hand made the trip to her head.
I caressed it. "Crap, if you want your 'A,' then it is all yours, Rose. It is the opposite of getting a tooth pulled; it just feels better and better with every single poke. You are just something else, I've been eaten out by several other ladies before, but none of them can make me tingle like how you are right now."
She slanted her head up to me, and we made eye contact. I saw her smile somewhat, but I couldn't make my facial muscles return the favor.
"Shit," I muttered, hitting the floor with my elbow.
I fell back to the floor and covered my face with both hands. I kept them there and fought with every ounce of strength the urge to cum all over her face too early. So my entire body zipped around, and I became more and more energetic as time went on.
My feet hit the floor rapidly, but nothing distracted her from her goal. The whole taboo aspect of it just made me want to scream, and it nearly shattered my defenses, but I kept at it. With the tip of her tongue jabbing at my clit, she was playing with fire.
"Oh, shit, Rose," I cried. "Now I have to pop," I warned her, peeking at her.
Her head moved back a little bit, and she glanced at me. "Give it all to me, Ms. Crane. I want to remember my first female showering fondly."
I wanted to see the whole spectacle, but I couldn't. I had to lean my head back and cover my face once again. I felt to be in tremendous pain again, but I knew the payoff would be incredible.
She stuck a couple of fingers in my pussy. "I want every single drop, Fiona," she muttered, thrusting her fingers.
I knew it was coming in just seconds, but it still felt like a lifetime before I could finally shoot her face. I wasn't sure just how long it took exactly, but once it did burst out, nothing else mattered.
"Shit, Ms. Trone!" I screeched just before I exploded all over her face.
Even as it was happening, I was sure it was going as slow as a snail moving. The great pleasure felt so good that it hurt. All my organs felt like they all stopped, so my body seemed to shut down. Of course, my pussy was the ring leader of the pleasure and pain.
After the event, I immediately arched my back up with her. "Holy shit, Rose. That was fantastic," I moaned, placing my hands on her shoulders.
She instantly advanced herself to me, took me right back down and glued her lips onto mine. She laid her body onto mine, and we both enveloped our arms around each other too. I felt our bosoms clash together and our souls connect to some extent.
'Oh, this is some bitch, maybe I misread her slightly. I don't know, but I like her.'
After a five minute make out session, her lips parted from mine. We made eye contact for a few seconds, but then I brought my lips to her right nipple. I took it right into my mouth and grabbed onto her tit.
"What, are you going for extra credit now, Ms. Crane?" she pondered, leaning up onto her knees and placing her hands on my head. "There is nothing wrong with that, hell, I applaud you," she moaned, rubbing my head.
My right hand slipped down, and it found it's way to her cherry. I grazed her lips going back and forth several times as I sucked on her nipple.
"You've already had me shaking and ready to make you my star pupil, but now I might make you my sex slave also, Ms. Crane. Who could pass up such an elegant young woman like yourself who is willing to pleasure their teacher for an excellent grade on a crap paper? If all goes well, I might start teaching the next English level class just so I make sure I get you in the next one. I'll give you all the extra credit you need, I promise. If that takes you to a place where we are both naked, then it will, but I think you might like that," she explained before a small pause. "Oh, hell yes, Fiona, finger fuck the bitch you hate so much. I loved your pussy, and I certainly hope you'll enjoy mine too."
My tongue also attacked her nipple, hitting it from all directions as it kept shelter inside my mouth. She held her hands up on my head for the first few minutes, but then they slithered down to my butt. She grasped my cheeks hard and made jerk from side to side again.
'A wet pussy is always a great quality to look for, and so it a great tasting nipple too,' I thought before I let her nipple out.
I began licking it mercilessly, going up in the same stroke repeatedly. I desired to look back at the witch again, but I was just in the mood where I wanted to make her feel good until I just couldn't take it anymore.
I used my fingers to scrub her pussy lips as hard as I could, but as time went on, her arms came up, and she wrapped them around me. Her hands landed on my thighs, and my face came onto her chest.
"You can admit it, Rose, you are hot for me."
"Maybe," she whispered, vibrating.
We kept our eyes on one another for a few minutes after that, and I pleasured her with both my fingers and tongue. 'Nothing and everything is wrong with this. She is my teacher, but yet, I'm enjoying her like this.'
She moved a little hair out of my eyes. "Only a smart young lady would keep fucking her teacher, even after she knew the the prize was hers."
We maintained our positions for another moment, but then I calmly let her nipple out. "I know," I whispered before dropping down to my knees.
My fingers from my right hand entered her pussy as she leaned back and placed her hands on her desk. I let my fingers thrust in and out ever so slowly for over three minutes as not a word dropped from our mouths. With every passing thrust, a little more of her juice plummeted out.
"Will you just be my star pupil and eat me out already, Ms. Crane?"
"How about you come back to my place, I might need a little extra one on one time to make sure I have my paper right?"
"Anything for you, Fiona," she answered, lying down on her back.
We smiled at each other for a few seconds and then my tongue dropped out. It slowly moved to her cherry and slid right in between her lips. I only let it go into shallow waters to start with, but I was planning on pleasuring her to no end.
She placed her palms flat on my head and slanted her head back. "Oh, Ms. Crane. Don't be afraid to make your teacher feel good; I encourage you to make me want to cum all over your face now. Won't you do that for me now? I did it for you, so you are gonna have to return the favor," she moaned, caressing my head.
My tongue lazily moved all around inside her cherry as only about an inch of it was in there. 'This all new to her, so it'll be easy to please her, but I'll make it a fuck to remember for her. I won't push her too far, too fast, I'll just push her at a pleasurable speed. No matter how long it lasts, she'll be satisfied come hell of high water. My fingers are doing their part too, Ms. Trone. Don't worry; I have all my bases covered.'
My other palm lied flat on the floor, and I paced myself. After a light fucking, Rose arched her head back down and looked right into my eyes. Nothing was said yet again, but then I just slid my tongue in there a bit more.
"Oh, shit, Ms. Crane. You are just teasing me now, that's not nice and won't be tolerated either. Now fuck me as hard as possible. I can still give you an 'F' on that paper."
I grinned as much as I could and then the teasing suddenly ended.
I poked at her clit, and she instantly twitched a bit. "Yes, make my fill up your mouth with my lady juice before I even have an orgasm, Fiona. I want to see it all attack your face like it a fire hydrant. I want to feel like I'm on a fucking roller coaster now, so do it for me."
I shook my head back and forth a few times, which caused my tongue hit her pussy walls even more. After only a minute, she seemed nearly uncontrollable. She was rattling around nonstop and scrubbing my head quite hard.
Her mouth opened up completely and began moving the top half of her body back and forth numerous times. I knew right away she loved it, but she proved that it was more than that. With all the juice she delivered, she almost seemed to be in love with me.
'I can't be too surprised; it is like introducing buffalo chicken pizza to someone who loves buffalo wings and pizza. There is no reason to keep your eyes on me, Rose; I'm fucking your pussy with my tongue. It is sliding all over your twat, and my soft lips are rubbing on your slit lips. I can certainly tell that it is having some intense effects on you, so don't feel ashamed that you can't maintain the intimacy. Maybe we'll just keep fucking so that we can work on that."
"Oh, yes!" she roared, pulling my hair. "Yes, just like that, Ms. Crane. Eat my pussy, you young thing. I love it so far, do keep going. Don't you dare stop until your I drench your face. If you stop for even one second, then we're finished. I'll drop your ass so fast; you'll never see it coming. I want us both to cherish this moment forever. Even if this does only happen once, I know you'll have this engraved in your brain. You are making me jiggle nonstop, and my entire body is drenched in sweat, even though it is cool in here," she explained before she glanced back at me. "Take my lips into your mouth now; I want to feel you suck on them. I've seen it in porn, so do it for me, or I'll fail you."
I gradually let my tongue out and shook my head no. "Hey," I muttered, shooting her a dirty look. "You can't keep threatening me like that, bitch," I warned her, placing my hands on her thighs. "It is not nice, and I won't fuck you again if you keep doing it, so knock it off," I advised her, prior to kissing her again and getting back into position. "Now pace yourself and enjoy the ride. I'm not gonna stop until you splatter me," I mentioned before I place my hands on the floor and my tongue back in her twat.
I moved my head back and forth ever so slowly, and she brought her hands to her knockers. She squeezed them rather tightly, and I couldn't help, but to feel that she was a porn star. I began doing it slowly once again, but I was prepared to yank up the pleasure. I took her lips into my mouth.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, leaning forward. "You did it for me, you sexy skank. Shit, that's good, now suck on those lips as hard as you can, Fiona. Do it for as long as you can, and then I swear that I'll cum all over your beautiful face for as long as I possibly can," she moaned, breathing ever so heavily. "After I can't spare any more cum, I'm gonna lick off every single drop of it off your face. I'll do it, and you'll love every single second of it too. I know how to use my tongue too."
'Don't you ever shut up? I'm just trying to fuck the shit out of you, but you never stop talking, bitch.'
Her body moved around as if it was an inflated helium ballon attached to the floor. I peeked up at her a hand full of times, but I never could make eye contact with her. It didn't matter; I just wanted to get her off. Regardless what the reasons were, I was just out of a mission to pleasure her.
She went for over five minutes, and I never stopped for even a second. I felt to be lite headed after those five minutes, but nothing was gonna stop me. Absolutely nothing could keep me from making her cum.
Eventually, she leaned back up and stayed there. I still didn't look at her as she had me plenty busy. Even as she couldn't stop moving, it served as no distraction for me, I just followed the pussy and kept eating it.
The physical and emotional tolls began to add up, but nothing was about to stop her slutty student. Her juices tasted fantastic, and she had my heart racing like I was a marathon runner.
'Shit, how long can she go?'
"Damn, you are strong willed," I whined, bringing my face up and before I caught my breath.
"Shut up and keep fucking me, wench," she ordered me, spreading out her legs.
I dove right back into her pussy, wrapped my arms around her legs and ate her slit again.
"Oh, yes, Fiona," she sobbed. "Fuck, you are something else, I'm sorry for being such a bitch," she moaned, placing her hands on my head.
'Shut up,' I thought, looking at her.
I sucked on her lips once again and even sparked a couple of tears myself. As we just viewed one another with teary eyes, I was sure there was a real loving connection there. I knew it was indeed just sparked by sex, but it was real.
Unexpectedly even to me, I just advanced my tongue right to her labia. I gave it a full lick going from top to bottom, and her whole body seemed like it swiftly became hit by lightning as it jolted up a bit and pushed me back onto my butt.
"Son of a bitch, Fiona!" she yelped, covering her face with both hands.
"That was hot, Rose," I pointed out, immediately getting back towards her twat.
I watched it for a few seconds in anticipation and just smiled. "Give it to me now, hussy."
Then the mighty force of her slit delivered the all the juice she could all onto my face.
"Shit!" she screeched.
After that first second, I had to close my eyes. I felt the warm sensation all over my face for the first few seconds, but it almost instantly went chilly. I loved it for the entire thirty seconds, but it felt like it lasted for hours.
I remained in that same position for the whole pleasurable event, but once she was done, I rushed right up to her. "You are a sexy wench."
"I know," she muttered before she began licking my face.
She went on for over five minutes and made sure to get every single drop of her lady juice.
"That tickles, Rose."
Her tongue slowly came off me. "I know," she agreed before she pasted her lips to mine.
We both enveloped our arms around each other and made out for over twenty minutes. Our bosoms clashed together, and the intimacy skyrocketed. I had my eyes closed for the most part, and I was sure Ms. Trone did too.
After those twenty minutes, my lips calmly parted from hers. "That was good, Ms. Trone," I commended her, placing my hands on her face. "And you've never been with a woman before?"
"Nope, I'm glad you were my first, you stupid tart. You should never mouth off to your teacher, so you are lucky you are cute."
"Well, I wanted my 'A,' Ms. Trone."
"Well, you got it now."
"I guess my seduction was a success then," I said before I kissed her once again.