Emily looked at the door twice. She was sure she had locked it on her way out. As she peered through the opening, she could clearly see that the alarm was switched off, she was sure it had been turned on when she left the house. She took a cautionary step inside, she wanted to call out to see if anyone was inside but that would have been stupid. She closed the door and looked from room to room. There was no one. No one, that is, until she noticed the thick black coat hanging from the coat hanger behind the door.
The downstairs was empty so that only left the upstairs. She took a few steps before trying to look over the bannister. She headed for the main bedroom and pushed the door open before peering inside. She twisted her body to stare in the direction of the bed and gasped loudly when the sheets moved slightly.
An innocent voice let out the tinniest squeal. “What kept you?”
Emily stared at the object in the bed. She knew her name, everybody knew Melissa Davies’ name. Her flawless complexion, dark red lipstick and dark brown-crimson hair were all that was on show above the magenta sheet that adorned the bed. Melissa’s head sat comfortably on the crimson pillowcases that were piled high; her hair flowing like a cascading river either side of her face. A wry smile crept across her face.
Emily closed the distance between her and Melissa. She ignored the question and retorted with two of her own.
“How did you get in here? And what are you doing in my bed?” she demanded.
Melissa just smiled back at her. She raised her right hand and started to nibble at her little finger; nails tipped with red nail polish stroked her lower lip. It was the most seductive pose that Emily had seen in a while, but this had to stop, Melissa had to leave, immediately. It was not proper for her sixteen-year-old student to be in her house, in her bed, at this time of the night.
Emily grabbed the edge of the sheet and whipped the covers back; completely exposing Melissa’s body to her stare. Her actions accompanied by her commanding tone of voice.
“Get out of my – ”
As soon as Emily pulled the sheets back her words trailed off into infinity. Melissa raised one of her legs into the air and splayed open her other leg so that it flattened onto the bed. Her thighs opened wide. Her feet touched. Her glistening skin radiated sexual heat and her smile just got wider and wider.
Emily didn’t know what to expect when she pulled the sheets back, she had considered that Melissa may well have been naked underneath, but this. She wasn’t expecting this.
The sight that faced Emily was simply irresistible. Melissa’s thigh high stockings were a dark contrast to her milky white skin, the red bodice with intermittent silver piping accentuated her luscious mound and slithered up her body to cup her beautiful breasts and hold them proud of her body. The other end just disappeared into the crack of her bottom. Two black leather straps curled around her body to tighten on a broach that clasped to leather band around her neck. The colour of her costume matched Emily’s bedclothes perfectly. The sight was simply irresistible.
Emily’s heart sunk. Her stomach clenched tightly and she knew she was lost. She shook her head as if reminding herself that she mustn’t do this. That she must walk away. She needed to be the adult here and insist that Melissa get off her bed, get dressed and leave.
Melissa’s hands settled on the inside of her thighs and she allowed them to sensuously stroke herself to the top of her mound and back. The slinky fabric almost lost itself to the suction created by her moistness.
The sight was not lost on Emily either and her body started to tremble at the consequences of her actions. She was about to tell Melissa that she should leave, that she should go home, that this was improper and wrong on so many levels.
“Please, miss?”
Emily looked into the girl’s eyes. The stare was intense. Captivating. Sensuous. Erotic. Pleading. Irresistible.
Emily felt herself climb onto the bed. She was trembling; all thoughts of what she was about to say were lost in the moment. Her hands and arms were shaking; barely keeping her upright. Her lips quivering uncontrollably. She knelt at the foot of the chalice so perfectly presented in front of her and stared into Melissa’s eyes. She placed her hands upon Melissa’s hands as they caressed her thighs before sliding them off to feel the heat of the girl’s bare flesh. She stroked her hand over Melissa’s mound to the sound of soft gasps filling the air as Melissa lifted her bottom off the bed. Emily’s fingers stuck to the juices that spread over the crimson garment.
Both women inhaled and exhaled in unison; both taking deep breaths, both of their bosoms heaving with anticipation.
Melissa cupped her breasts with both hands and squeezed them. Her tongue slipping from between her lips before flicking it up and down.
Emily lowered her gaze to the cleft between the girl’s thighs and once more started to shake. Once she had done what she was contemplating then she was lost. As she reasoned, the current situation was recoverable, but if she did what she thought she was going to do then that would be it. That would be the end of normality and Melissa would know that. She was the kind of girl to know when she had the upper hand. Emily thought hard, shook her head, bit her lower lip and concluded that Melissa already had the upper hand as soon as Emily pulled the bedclothes back; as soon as she splayed her legs open in such a lewd manner and presented her pussy to Emily’s gaze in such an out-and-out erotic display.
Emily’s breath became more erratic, anticipation caught at the bottom of her throat and she gulped hard. Her fingers slipped beneath the red fabric, lifting it off Melissa’s mound, pushing it to one side and keeping it there.
Emily shook her head. She nodded, she was most certainly lost, now that she saw how smooth it was.
In an instant, her body slumped forward. Her lips closed in and collided with Melissa’s hairless pussy; her tongue prising them open before skewering her pink folds; sucking her juices in the process. Emily then licked it with the flat of her tongue, slurping the fluids that flowed freely from it and simply devoured it; lost to its smoothness, its wetness, its warmth and its scent. She placed her hands under Melissa’s bottom and lifted her upwards like she was giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Melissa’s hands descended on the back of Emily’s head. The intense surge of pleasure almost too much for the sixteen-year-old but instead of pushing Emily away she pulled her closer; thrusting her pubis up to meet Emily’s thrusting tongue.
Emily’s hands came up on the side of Melissa’s thighs, her thumbs parting her outer lips revealing her pink rose. Emily’s mouth dived on it, sucking it between her lips before flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue.
Melissa climaxed.
Emily held her tightly as she rode the maelstrom of Melissa’s orgasm, her body twisting and turning, legs flailing wildly, head pressed back, almost completely lost to the enclosing pillows, her squeals and cries of abandonment, the only sign that there was a head there at all. Emily never let go of her clitoris; keeping it firm between her lips. As soon as Melissa started to relax Emily started to suck on it with even more urgency.
Melissa’s hands started to shake, her body bucked, her hands once more clasping Emily’s head tightly as if to stop her from falling. It was the screams that left her mouth this time. Screams of pleasure that caused Melissa to climax a second time and for Emily to wonder at the girl’s stamina and continued lust.
Emily hadn’t finished by a long shot. She threw a glance into the girl’s eyes to see whether Melissa had had enough but the lust was still there, bubbling to the surface as she panted through her second orgasm, her lips curled up in a sign of renewed need.
Emily sucked once more on her pussy, pushing her tongue back inside to gather up the juices that were now flowing out of her; mixing it with her saliva that covered her mound. A squeal erupted from Melissa’s mouth as Emily’s tongue flicked over her anus. That would be for another time, though Emily.
Emily slowly lifted her tongue from Melissa’s pussy, aiming once more for a quick suck of her clitoris in the hope of a third orgasm. Melissa was moaning as soon as her mouth clasped on it. This time the onslaught was brought about by the rapid flick of her tongue, mixed in with the odd lap at the entire area of her outer lips.
Melissa climaxed. Her breath almost silent in the throes of her third orgasm.
Emily allowed her to climb down from her continuous high. She lapped gently at her outer lips, kissed her silky thighs, nibbling at them like they were precious, before raising herself onto her knees.
Emily straightened her back and knelt between Melissa’s open thighs. The girl looked dishevelled; a complete mess, panting wildly and barely able to look Emily in the eye. Emily first looked at her before gazing down at her pussy; wet and glistening with her saliva and open like a blossoming flower; her pussy, the colour of metallic pink after the rain.
“Why did you stop? Is it my turn?” she had asked between gasps.
Emily’s gaze was stuck on the girl’s open, glistening pussy.
Fucking irresistible and totally fucking worth it, thought Emily.
“Yes, it’s definitely your turn,” she smiled.
