“When I win you shall be my little whore for life.” Looking at that fucking snatch. As it dripped with desire, it dripped with cum that I craved! Struggling to free myself from Moana Lisa’s grip! Trying to plant my tongue back where it belonged, even circumventing the new lock that Moana Lisa’s hand had made.
“Fine, deal, just let me go!” My hunger for Moana Lisa’s snatch was growing by the second while I stared at the impenetrable hand. That hand that has blocked my only.. joy? Yes, joy! My only joy is to eat her, Moana Lisa out!
I tried to penetrate the seal. My tongue forced its way against those lips. Forced its way to break through. Wrapping my arms around Moana Lisa’s legs. Positioning my head so my tongue would be in the perfect place to tidalize this painting gone rouge!
The feel when she, Moana Lisa, slowly spread those lips. It was like Francisco del Giocondo was opening up his home so I could view this beauty. This masterpiece of all times and my tongue would… The first touch of pink on pink. As I placed my tongue on that little bump. My lady parts started to leak. Leak out with every heartbeat that echoed in my still chest.
Taking a breath, filling my lungs with air tinged with the sweetness of Moana Lisa’s pussy. My mind drifted back to the boarding school. Back to the first time that I had seen her fucking. My eyes were entranced with the way her little tight snatch was spread open. Catching my breath in my throat. Normally I would tell our teacher butt seeing her pussy. Watching it as Moana Lisa gouged herself on pussy! Looking at myself as if trying to explain away the wet spot in my panties. The way my hand found the key spot without even trying!
My first O came like that. From shuttering, to stifling a moan like no other. The wet spot on my cotton panties grew as my hips slammed forward. Grew as I swallowed everything that I had in my body not to let her know that I saw the way her little cunt was creaming without any external help. Panting from the effort. Panting from the pleasure. Panting because that is what the wet spot of victory feels like!
“Now who is she eating out?” My eyes searched, straining as they followed up the pale leg of… “Wait? This cannot be…” letting the information that my eyes found seep into my brain. “One more look. Yeah, one more so I can be sure.” Mumbling to myself.
The feel of a bare cunt flashed through my mind. The way my fingers glided over my pleasure spot without anything stopping from the high of my clit! The way my hand used to know the exact spot that would get me so fucking wet! The way my hand had squirmed its way into my panties and now felt my moistness up close. Three fingers dared to be there. My pointer finger found the pleasure switch. The middle had entered my tight cum soaked cunt with no problems. My ring finger had taken taboo to the max as it started to massage my tight pucker.
In and out my fingers fell. Despite the growing need to pleasure all three my pointer quickly became twins with my middle finger. Taking my pleasure zone up while touching the wall of my cunt. This would not last. The more I pumped my own pussy bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm the more three would feel all the better!
For this it was not like a simple poke would do. My cunt though small would only have enough room for two of my fingers. Thinking for a few heart wrenching seconds. Tasting my pussy as I sucked on the two that I just creamed over. Easing the third into my mouth.
My taste buds exploded with wonderment of the flavor. Looking down at my cum soaked panties. The ones that had fallen down to my knees. Where the white cream was still slowly being absorbed into the fabric. Where my crotch was completely saturated with wetness! I do not know what I was thinking?
Reaching for my panties or my cunt? Butt by the time I found my hole. By the time my treo of fingers had entered into my wet cunt I could feel one more O starting to brew. Slamming my hand tight against my body. “Ohh” escaped from my lips. An “Ohh” that I had not noticed until it was too late!
Hiding around a corner, my breath cuming in short struggling gasps. “What have I done” spying on the door where I had just been. My fingers are still pounding on my wet snatch bringing me closer to the final orgasm! Taking one last look that way as my legs spread wide. As I could no longer contain my growing need to howl at my delight. Slowly closing my eyes, slowly letting it go!
“Oh Ohh” my legs struggling to hold me in the standing position as the door became a narrow path highlighted by, by…
I could see it! My worst thoughts and feelings shining through like a horror show! My panties. My white cotton panties. Laying on the ground, laying on the ground right in front of the door! My heart stopped right there. Feeling a part of my school uniform being plucked up like some misfit.
Even when I started to move. Putting my own orgasm on the back burner. Swallowing with every step as I neared the door once again. My own fingers were doing their job. A job I could feel as every step I took became so much easier as if my body has found a way to lube itself.
“I, I know that hand!” The surprise of seeing a hand reaching out and snatching Wendy’s underwear. Her own snatch cover being snatched by another. Another authority figure just like that. Putting the breaks on and forgetting about the fact that her own fingers brought on this deviating decision. Staring at where her hand was at. Slowly, painstakingly I pulled my fingers from my dirty hole. Swallowing hard just from the memory of watching that hand reach out and close around that thin piece of fabric. Sucking on my fingers is the one thing that has surprised me. Knowing that what I was doing, to feel my hand reaching down my throat as my spit washed off the smell of my past transgressions. “I must go and tell someone” butt even that sounded like an excuse. “I should open around the door and see if I am right.” As my feet slid forward, my heart had sized in my chest. Now when I looked I could see Moana Lisa as plain as day. On her knees right before, “Madame Madeline! Our teacher, our, our.. our…” trying to erase that image of our class mother getting it on with a, a.. student. With that slut Moana Lisa! My revolt at such a thing. Butt I could not stop watching. Watching the way her tongue, Moana Lisa tongue had made Madeline a wet shaky mess. I could hear the dampness of a tongue lapping at all the juices that are flowing around Madeline’s cunt!
“No I must..” even as I thought about going above Madeline’s head something had me stuck to this spot. The more time it took me to look down the closer I was getting to, tOoo it! “Ooo Oh yes” lurched from my system as everything became black from the pressure. Blinking back my vision. Watching the way Madame Madeline was shuttering, watching the way her hips lunged and fell. Matching her perfectly, the hips, the shuttering, the orgasm! Even the, “OooohOooohOooohOoooh!”
Slumping against the wall. Imagining how Moana Lisa would like to lick me. “Lick me” toying with the words. “Moana Lisa lick me or I will tell the head Master.” This feeling of greatness, this feeling of superiority over that little fucking slut! Read more »