Bedding the Babysitter Ch 04 - Sex Stories

Bedding the Babysitter Ch 04

... her dirty talk. “Oh yes, Jenny, finger-fuck me, make teacher come,” or, “That’s it Jenny, be a good student, get another ‘A’,” or “Oh yes, Jenny, you are a good little lez.” It only took a few minutes and she screamed, “Oh my God, Jenny, oh my God, I’m coming Jenny, you’re making teach come, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, oh my Goddddddd.” Her legs tightened and her juices flowed from her delicious pussy. I continued lapping her pussy and savouring her perfect taste. Unlike every other girl I had pleased, her juices just kept coming and coming, like a faucet stuck on. Her orgasm lasted at least two minutes, while I continued pleasing her. Finally she screamed, “Aaaaaah,” and pushed me away. I looked into her eyes, surprised by her reaction, “Are you OK, Mistress?” At first I was worried she was hyperventilating, her breathing was so intense, and she couldn’t talk. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, through heavy breathing, “Sorry, Jenny, that was just too intense.” A chill filled me; I had obviously pleased her greatly. “Can I get you anything, Mistress?” As she began to calm down she requested, “Can you get me a glass of water?” “Of course, Mistress,” I replied and went to her kitchen. As I poured her a glass of cold water, I caught my reflection in the microwave. I smiled. My hair was a mess and my lips had a shine. I shook my head. I was in Miss Morgan’s house, naked, her cum on my lips. I returned to Miss Morgan’s room. She had not moved at all, but her breathing had ...

... returned to normal. I handed her the glass, and she sat up and took a long drink. I sat on the side of the bed, suddenly nervous, like I often was after sex was done. I was never sure what to say next. Everything that popped into my head seemed silly. Miss Morgan broke the silence, “Jenny that was incredible. I didn’t know I could come like that.” “It was my pleasure, Miss Morgan.” “Oh, it wasn’t only your pleasure,” she joked. I laughed, while she pulled me in and kissed me. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, which lasted minutes. When she finally broke it, I would have allowed it to continue forever, she said, “Jenny, wait here a minute.” “Yes, Mistress,” I responded, wanting to make sure she understood my complete obedience. She went to her closet and, after pilfering around for a bit, returned with what appeared to be a long dildo. I looked at the toy, slightly perplexed. She smiled and asked, “Ever used a double- ended dildo?” I shook my head no. Getting aggressive, Miss Morgan pushed me onto my back and opened my legs. She rubbed the toy on my pussy and, without much effort, pushed the thick long dildo into me. After the toy was buried in me deep, she repositioned herself and I realized what the term double-ended meant. She inserted the other half in her own pussy and slowly moved herself closer to me. Soon the long dildo had disappeared almost completely. Miss Morgan repositioned herself again so that her feet were pressed against mine, both of our knees bent at a strange angle. ...