"Stop now! Oh, please. Enough. Enough! I've had enough."
It was Louanne's third orgasm in 20 minutes. Moments ago she had been moaning just the opposite, panting and thrusting her hips to meet my tongue, pulling my face into her as I knelt before her with her skirt pulled up around her waist. She was laying on her back on her desk in her 5th grade classroom, her legs resting on my shoulders as I provided her with some much needed stress relief.
Louanne was a sweet 23 year-old redhead in her first teaching job out of college. She was off to a bad start, understandable for an inexperienced farm girl out of her element in an inner-city school. I'm a 40 year-old teacher consultant. I'd been working with Louanne, trying to help her establish some discipline and order in her classroom so that she could do her job and teach without breaking down in tears after the school emptied out each day. Her progress was slow and I was near the point of advising her to do her best to fulfill her one year contract while she looked for a job elsewhere. She just couldn't be tough enough to earn her kids respect. It wasn't in her nature.
I was in the room to debrief her on my observations for the day. The stress was really getting to her and suddenly she threw her arms around me and let the waterworks fall. I held her in a most fatherly way until the sobbing subsided. When I started to pull away, Louanne pulled me back against her body and somehow (I don't know who started it) we were kissing, and the kissing soon went from comforting to passionate.
At some point, I slipped away to lock the door. Next thing I knew I was kneeling in front of the prettiest young pussy I had ever seen, and a virgin one at that. How could I resist?
After I had locked the door and returned to the young redhead, she confided in me that she hadn't had sex before and she wasn't ready to do that. I told her not to worry, I would find another way to please her. We started kissing again and my hand went under her skirt. I began sawing my fingers between her legs as we kissed. Her panties were sodden after just a few minutes. It wasn't long before the sweet smell of the young cunt drew me down onto my knees. I pushed Louanne back so she was sitting on the edge of the desk. I slowly tugged her panties down and off over her ankles. I lifted Louanne's legs onto my shoulders, which forced her to lay back.
"I've never done this before," she said. "What do I have to do?"
"Nothing but relax and enjoy," I told her. And don't worry, you don't have to do anything in return. Consider this a gift, one you well deserve." Pussy eating is one of the great pleasures of life in my opinion and I really meant what I said. Louanne didn't have to do anything more to please me than take all the tonguing she could handle.
I started slowly, caressing and kissing my way up Louanne's creamy white thighs. When I reached the apex, I planted several soft kisses on her labia and tugged playfully on the wiry pubic hair between my lips. I licked tentatively at her pussy lips, getting my first salty, musky taste of Louanne's vulva and the first deep whiffs of her fragrant bouquet. Above me, I heard Louanne's breathing quicken.
"It's beautiful, Louanne. It's going to taste so good. Just let it happen."
She gave a quiet mew. I regretted that the skirt bunched around her waist prevented me from seeing her facial expression as I began licking more earnestly, eventually dipping my tongue into the virgin pussy and sliding it up to the pink clit. My first lick there drew a sudden deep breath and a loud moan. The sweet redhead was really ready for this. I began working the perfect young pussy with my lips and tongue, taking cues from Louanne which techniques stimulated her the most. She seemed to like it when I pressed my tongue deeply into her while my upper lip ground into her clit firmly. Soon she was bucking against me and her first orgasm struck her like a closed fist. I continued licking more gently as she came down but soon she was moaning again. I pressed on, realizing she was up for more. I gave her everything she wanted. It was after the third orgasm, that she finally had all she wanted, at least for now.
By that time my face was coated with the thick juices her cunt was oozing. The wonderful smell of her sex filled the room. As she relaxed, I stood and leaned over Louanne, kissing her face and eventually her lips. I wondered how she would react to the taste of her pussy on my lips, thinking this was something entirely new to her. She reacted well, kissing me back with enthusiasm.
As I broke off from her, I took her by the hands and pulled her into a sitting position. Her face was flushed and her hair was damp with sweat. I loved the look on her pretty face after sex. She looked down at the obvious tent in my khakis. "Show me what you want me to do," she said.
"I told you. You don't have to do anything. That was almost as good for me as it was for you."
"But I want to," she said. I used to give my college boyfriend hand jobs. I've never, you know, sucked it. But I'm willing to try. You just have to show me what to do."
I wasn't about to disappoint such a beautiful girl. I noticed there was a soft cushion on the chair behind Louanne's desk. I tossed it onto the floor and had Louanne kneel on it in front of me. I took my time unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers, letting them slide to the floor, then the same with my boxers. Louanne reached for my erection. Her hand felt warm as she closed her fingers around it. "How do I start?" she asked.