Does he not like that?
“I—I never had a reason to,” I told him. “I trim a bit—”
“Don’t worry, princess,” he grinned. “We’ll get that all sorted out next time.”
Next time? I started to think, but there was no time for that. Without any more waiting, Mr. Cox leaned forward and pressed his lips against my wet little mound.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped as the sensation rippled through me like I’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. He seized me by my hips and held me tight as he extended his tongue and licked my slit, starting at my hole and finally ending at my clit.
A burst of pleasure shot through me as he pressed down with just enough pressure to drive me crazy. I whimpered, ready to burst as I realized just how much anticipation and tension had led to this.
He looked up at me from between my legs, looking like some kind of fashion model, and as his tongue began to move back and forth across my clit, I lost any control over myself that I still had.
I slumped back on his table and gave myself over to him. His strong, slick tongue rolled across my tiny clit, jolting me with pulses of pleasure. I pressed against him, begging for more as I felt the sweet release beginning to rise within me.
Already!
I’d touched myself before—every girl has—but I already knew that the orgasm rising inside of
me was going to put any of the others I’d had to shame. It was like a sun growing inside me, filling me with heat that curled my toes and flushed my face and made my body tingle.
“Mr. Cox…” I moaned as the sensation continued to grow. “Mr. Cox…”
My math teacher is eating my pussy! I thought as I started to feel dirty (in the best possible way).
I couldn’t imagine what the rest of the girls at school would think if they ever found out about this, let alone saw it. But I didn’t care about them right now. All I cared about was what was going on between my legs.
Mr. Cox slid a finger inside me and I cried out and lifted myself up and stared down at him with my mouth hanging open. He groaned against my soft, wet skin, the vibration of his voice enhancing the already overwhelming pleasure.
His tongue circled my clit and his finger curled inside me. I melted, ached and groaned as he found that spot, the one I’d always heard girls talk about, the one that drove you out of your mind and sent you over the edge.
It’s great if they can actually find it! The girls would laugh. But Mr. Cox had no trouble finding it. He knew exactly where it was, and what to do with it.
“I’m—close!” I stammered as the little golden ball of ecstasy expanded within me. My body was on fire. His tongue was heaven against my wet pussy, and dirty thoughts I’d never had before were filling my mind.
Mr. Cox’s eyes held me with the same strength as his hands. My legs shook, closed around his head, and just as I was about to completely explode, a loud knock came from his front door.
“Emily!” Margie shouted. “Emily! Are you in there?”
“Shit!” I gasped, flinging myself from the table and frantically pulling my thong back on. My wetness was dripping down my legs, and I snatched a dinner napkin from his table and scrambled to dry myself off.
“I know you’re in there!” Margie called out.
“One minute!” I shouted. I turned to Mr. Cox and sighed. “I have to go…”
“It’s okay, princess,” he replied, moving close to me. He smelled so fucking good. “But I’ve only had my first taste of you, and if you think I won’t be back for more, you’re crazy.”
“Come on, sis!”
“I’m coming!” I shouted back.
“You were,” Mr. Cox grinned. “And I’m going to make sure you do.”
He kissed me, and I started to lose myself in his embrace, and although it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, I tore myself away from him and raced for the door.
“I’ll be in touch, my little witch,” he said as I pulled it open. “Oh, and watch your dress.”
I glanced down and realized my hem was still up and everything was showing. Quickly, I tugged it down and opened the door to reveal my sister standing there with a sly, knowing look on her face.