Lifting Justine’s cheeks apart, Mani dipped lower, her tongue extending into Justine’s soft cleft. With a slow, long wet stroke, Mani licked across Justine’s rear passage.
Justine bucked as Mani’s tongue stroked her asshole. “Oh God!”
Mani, gripping her tighter, flicked her tongue across the tiny rosebud again as Justine again bucked backward.
Justine’s moans grew harsher as Mani’s tongue worked on her ass. Wet streaks of saliva and slick cunt juice flowed down her thighs as Mani licked her again and again.
Spreading her cheeks further, Mani pressed her mouth against the girl’s bottom as her tongue speared into Justine’s passage.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Justine chanted as Mani began thrusting her slick tongue further and further inside the girl’s ass.
Justine felt so deliciously wicked at the thought and feel of Mani’s tongue exploring her where even she had never dared go before.
Clasping the dresser’s sides for support, Justine pushed her ass backward at each thrust of Mani’s probing tongue. Soon their rhythm quickened as Justine felt her cunny respond to the soft, pounding intrusion.
“Fuck my ass, Mani,” Justine moaned, “Fuck my ass.” Justine heard the words from a distance and was amazed to realize she’d spoken aloud with such vulgar instructions. The sensuous feel of the wet invader overwhelmed her, drawing from her a wanton desire hidden within the depths of her being.
Mani responded by sliding her right hand around Justine’s slender hips, her fingers finding the blind girl’s cunt slick and swollen with need. Her tongue continuing to probe Justine’s nether passage, Mani started stroking the strawberry-blonde’s engorged clit.
Justine’s thighs trembled as the excruciating pleasure surged in her pussy. The slick wet slurps as Mani tongue-fucked her echoed in her mind as she felt her cunt throb and clasp at her hollowness.
Clinging to the dresser in desperation, Justine’s knees nearly buckled as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. Mani plunged into her, shoving her tongue deeply into Justine’s ass as she frantically frigged Justine’s hot button.
“Oh God, Oh…Oh, yes…oh god yes,” Justine panted through clenched lips as wave after wave of delicious joy jolted up her belly and down her thighs. “Don’t…stop…please…please…don’t,” Justine moaned over and over in delirious relief as Mani sucked and fingered her.
For long minutes Justine reveled in the wicked sensations running through her body amazed at the vast difference between her own self-induced orgasms and the one Mani had just forced from her nubile body.
Weakened from her pleasure, Justine nearly collapsed as the last wave of erotic pleasure receded from her. Mani easily caught the limp girl in her arms and half-carried, half-drug Justine to the bed.
Gently she eased the nude, wet satiated school-teacher to the soft comforter. Eye’s closed, Justine lay in complete repose, her body more relaxed and satisfied than she could ever recall.
She felt the bed jostle as Mani joined her. Her heightened senses felt the warm flesh as Mani paused over her. Soft, wet lips tasting of sex touched her own. Justine, still in the dying throws of orgasm, parted her lips in welcome.
Mani kissed her firmly, her tongue slipping inside the virginal girl’s mouth with a searing intensity. Lowering herself, Mani, having removed her swimsuit, crushed her breasts against Justine’s, their nipples colliding in tingling passion as she deepened their kiss.
Responding tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, Justine's tongue emerged, delving into Mani’s eager mouth. It was her first true kiss. The first time her tongue had ever entered the warm, wet mouth of another.
The heady sensations made her dizzy as she felt Mani’s tongue stroke her own; felt Mani’s hands sliding up and down her body as her friend stroked her with long sensuous caresses.
Justine’s arms rose as if of their own volition. Wrapping around Mani’s shoulders, Justine pulled the woman to her tightly as her mouth greedily devoured her friend’s lips and tongue.
It was Mani’s turn to moan as Justine stroked her shoulders and back. Grinding her hips, Mani rubbed her mound into the swollen wet folds of Justine’s sensitized pussy. Mani’s shaved cunny slipping easily in the lubricating juices as her clit slithered across Justine’s mons.
Justine’s moans joined Mani’s as the pair pleasured each other with their mouths and mounds. Their breasts squeezed tightly between them pillowed outward as they forced themselves closer and closer.
Justine couldn’t believe it as she felt her sensitive pussy begin to throb again with an impending orgasm. Forcing her hips upward, she pushed harder against Mani’s bare cunt with urgent thrusts wanting, needing to cum again with a savage desperation.
Mani abruptly broke their kiss eliciting a growl of disappointment as she slithered down Justine’s body, barely pausing in her haste to suckle quickly on each of Justine’s tits, forcing Justine’s nipples to grow hard, erect.
Justine’s disappointment faded as Mani slid lower, her mouth trailing along her down covered belly and into the thin, red-gold curls covering her wet pussy.
Mani kissed her swollen clit with a sisterly peck, making Justine jump at the sensation. Before she could respond, Mani lowered her mouth to Justine’s inner thighs; kissing first up one thigh, then down the other.
Each time she bypassed Justine’s aching cunny coming closer and closer to the hot button begging for her attention.
Justine tried grabbing her friend’s hair and forcing her face into her crotch, but Mani easily avoided her, teasing her over and over as she drew nearer and nearer to Justine’s cunny.
Justine’s frustration grew as Mani teased her endlessly. “Please, Mani…lick my cunt…please,” Justine begged to no avail as Mani ignored her.
Over and over Mani came with a hair’s breadth of taking Justine’s clit into her mouth, only to move away and begin the teasing game again.
Justine’s head thrashed from side to side as the torturous sensations built in her pussy. She felt her juices flowing from her in endless streams, coating her ass and comforter in pungent fluids.
So lost was she in pleasure that she scarcely noted Mani shifting above her until her head bumped Mani’s thighs as she thrashed. An instant later, Mani caught Justine’s head between her thighs, trapping the blind girls face inches from her crotch.
Before Justine could protest, Mani’s mouth descended onto Justine’s clit causing Justine to shriek in long delayed joy as Mani’s lips suckled her throbbing clit. As Justine’s cries intensified, Mani lowered her hips, bringing her own mound down to Justine’s open mouth.
Justine, caught in the burning wave of pleasure, eagerly grabbed Mani’s hips, her lips and tongue kissing and licking with inexpert attentions at her friend’s cunt.
Mani’s mouth paused, her tongue slowly licking the length of Justine’s labia. Justine responded by mimicking Mani’s actions; using her own wet tongue to slid up and between Mani’s hairless lips.
With each new act Mani performed on Justine, Justine returned on her best friend. As she did, Justine’s confidence grew as Mani began moaning with her own pleasure. Taking heart at this practical instruction, Justine grew bolder and bolder. Forming her tongue into a curled spear, she thrust into Mani’s cunt eliciting an approving groan from her friend.
Over and over she stabbed into the wet, musky tunnel above her as Mani returned to sucking her clit with abandon.
It didn’t take long for Mani’s expert mouth to make Justine cum again. Justine grabbed Mani’s hips and pulled hard, her mouth clamping onto her friends cunny as her second orgasm flooded through her as her moans echoed into the wet flesh pressed to her face.
Justine’s tongue furiously pounded into Mani’s cunt as Justine bucked against Mani’s mouth with each pulse of delectable pleasure. Justine was determined to give Mani just as much pleasure.
With her heightened senses, Justine delighted in the heavy scent and wet sounds as their bodies mingled a
nd stroked, her mouth tasting Mani’s juices as they flowed into her throat. Sucking hard on Mani’s tiny pearl sent the tall girl over the edge; Mani came with a loud grunt, her face buried in Justine’s mound as the two friend’s rode the swelling crests of pleasure into a senseless haze.
Gasping, Justine broke away from Mani’s sopping cunt, her chest heaving and red with passion. “God, Mani,” she panted, “I never thought…never knew.” Justine stammered in dizzy relief, her lips kissing Mani’s wet thighs as the pair relaxed from their exertions.
Giving Justine’s cunny one last kiss, Mani turned around and cradled the blind girl in her arms as they lay back on the rumpled covers. Stroking her sweat damp hair, Mani replied, “Oh, sweetie. That’s just the beginning. There’s so much more to show you.”
Justine shivered in anticipation as she rolled into her friend’s arms, the idea of going for a swim forgotten in the aching bliss between her legs, she whispered, “Show me everything.”
Monday came all too soon for Justine. She and Mani had spent the remainder of the weekend exploring each other’s bodies in ways Justine had never thought possible. The one thing Mani had refused to do was to take her virginity; claiming it wasn’t hers to take but, ultimately, belonged to the man she chose.
Justine, after considering, agreed to the restriction and embraced Mani’s tutelage with relish as the weekend waned and the aching soreness intensified. Never had Justine felt such complete satiation. Her body felt limp and empty. When she walked, she scarcely felt the floor, as if she floated just inches above on a mist of erotic pleasure.
Even resting between bouts, Justine would reach out to touch Mani; exploring her body in the only way she could; with touch and taste and smell. For hours Justine combed every inch of the tall girl’s slim form until every nook, every curve and swelling seared into her memory, every taste as familiar as mother’s milk to a babe.
As she lay there Sunday night, weary and replete with bliss, she wondered if this torrid encounter meant she were a lesbian. Thinking of Roland, she discarded the notion as her sore cunny ached at the thought of his strong hands clutching her, his hard cock ravaging her.
She’d never seen Roland, of course; hadn’t even touched him other than on his hands and arms. Her imagination filled in his form using his voice, his scent, the sheer presence of him to forming a vague image of him in her mind’s eye. Nonetheless she felt certain his body, his masculine nature could bring her as much, if not more, pleasure than Mani had done.
Mani showed her what to do with a man; told her how to touch him, tease him. Still, it wasn’t the same as lying with a man. The idea of a hard cock ready to shove inside your cunt just isn’t the same as the rigid reality and Justine idly worried if she would prove capable of pleasing Roland.
Idle fantasies filled her mind as she slipped into a dream-filled slumber.
Monday arrived with its usual hectic pace. Her students, energized by their weekend festivities, proved unusually difficult causing her no end of frustration as she struggled to hold their attention.
Some of the boys, brimming with adolescent hormones whispered risqué comments to their friends they thought she couldn’t hear remarking on her ass and tits clearly outlined by the sheer fabric of the sundress Mani had picked out for her.
Justine, self-conscious now about her choice to go braless, wondered just how much of herself she was revealing as she continued her lecture on Edith Wharton. The neckline of the dress covered her completely, but the fabric clung to her like a second skin.
By lunch, Justine was totally exasperated and ready for some grown-up conversation and a decided lack of suppressed giggles.
The teens filed past her desk on their way out as she put away her lesson plan.
“Up for a bite?” Roland’s deep baritone queried at her shoulder. She’d completely missed his arrival in the tumult and jumped a bit at his question.
“Ach! God Roland,” she sighed, her hand going to her breast, “You startled me.”
“Sorry,” Roland apologized sheepishly, “Rough morning?”
“You’ve no idea,” Justine advised, sighing as she plucked her lunch from her desk drawer and reached for her cane.
“Come on, then,” Roland invited, “I’ve just the thing to fix you up.” He grasped her elbow as she stood. An electric tingle shot through Justine as his strong fingers touched her causing her knees to wobble.
“Steady on,” Roland soothed guiding her down the hall and turning into his classroom, shutting the door behind them as they entered.
“Aren’t we going to the staff room?” Justine stood uncertain near Roland’s desk as she rifled through his drawers. She was all too aware they were alone in a room together as the halls fell quiet; abandoned during this hour.
“In a minute. But first…ahhh, yes, here it is.” Justine heard Roland open a bottle and pour a small amount of some liquid into a cup.
She lifted the tumbler he placed in her hand, sniffing, “Brandy?”
“Just the thing to sooth frayed nerves,” Roland answered tapping his glass to hers and sipping the amber fluid with satisfaction.
Justine hesitated a moment pondering the propriety of drinking on school hours. Then, with a shrug, she lifted the glass to her lips and tossed back the brandy in a single gulp.
“Aggh!!” Justine choked, coughing, as the fiery liquid burned down her throat. “That’s brutal.”
Roland chuckled, patting her back as her coughs subsided. “You were supposed to sip it, not slam it down like a co-ed at a kegger,” as he guided her to his chair.
Justine felt the heat rise in her chest from both embarrassment and the liquor. “Here,” Roland added pouring more brandy into Justine’s glass, “a bit slower this time.”
Taking his advice, Justine took a minute amount into her mouth savoring the smooth piquancy. “That’s better,” she admitted as she felt the tensions ease from her shoulders and neck.
“So what’s got you so frazzled this morning?” Roland leaned his hip against his desk looking down on Justine as she sat.
Justine, relaxed by his presence and the soothing effect of the brandy, told him of her troubles and the rather inappropriate comments from her students.
Roland paused a long moment before responding.
“You can hardly blame them, Justine,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean?” Justine looked up. Her jade green eyes zeroed uncannily on him in consternation.
“Well, um, it’s…well…” Roland stammered, “I don’t know how to say this. You see, it’s that dress, I suppose.”
“My dress?” Justine plucked at the neckline. “What of it?”
“Well, it’s…it’s quite thin you know.”
“And?” Justine prompted.
“Well…you…your…well, your obviously not wearing a bra.” Roland felt the heat rise to his face glad the young woman couldn’t see his discomfiture.
“Oh my god,” Justine gasped. “Mani picked it out, my friend. Is it completely inappropriate?”
“Not…not at all. It’s just, well, a bit sheer.” Roland went on, “that pale yellow color complements you nicely as a matter of fact. Only…only without…a bra…your…well you can see the outlines of your…your…well, you know…quite clearly.”
Roland was not comfortable with the conversation, shifting nervously on his desk.
Justine, shamed, ducked her head in embarrassment. “I…I’m so stupid.”
Seeing the young woman’s pain, Roland knelt next to her, patting her arm soothingly. “Its’ not that bad,” he comforted as moisture welled in Justine’s eyes, “truly.”
“Here,” he suggested, going to his closet, “I’ve got just the thing for you.” Justine heard him rummaging around.
Returning he draped her shoulders with an over-large blue cardigan. “Wear that if you like,” he suggested, “it should cover you nicely.”
Justine rose from the chair and slid her arms into Roland’s sweater, wrapping i
t around her and pushing the long sleeves to her elbows.
“Oh, Roland, thank you, thank you.”
Justine leaned forward, her arms going around Roland’s neck as she hugged him tightly. Roland tensed as he felt her breasts crushed to him. Her prominent nipples poked him in the chest and he shivered as he clumsily stroked her shoulders.
Laying her head on his shoulder, Justine relaxed into him savoring the feel of his hard body as his hands slid across her back. “It’s alright,” he whispered into her hair growing very aware of the lithe nubile body pressed against him.
Roland struggled to maintain his clinical detachment. This was a development he simply didn’t need. Too much was at stake for him to get emotionally involved at this point.
As Justine shifted closer her pert mounds rubbed against him, her stomach and hips brushing across his loins.
Roland felt his resolve weaken as his hands slid lower, pulling her into him with slow pressure.
Abruptly, Roland grasped Justine’s hips and gently moved her away, “We…we should get to lunch,” he stammered, as her arms slid from his shoulders. “I’m…I’m famished.”
“Yes…yeah…me, too,” Justine agreed, “sorry…just a…a bit overwhelmed, I suppose.”
“Quite alright,” Roland assured, taking her elbow in his left hand, guiding her toward the door.
Roland was barely aware of the conversation as he led Justine down the hall and ate with her at their usual table. His thoughts were on the blond woman across from him, not the words he spoke or her usually entertaining small talk.
What the hell am I thinking? He scolded himself. She’s just a child, really, only 21 or 23. That didn’t stop you from enlisting her in your experiments. He accused himself.
It’s not the same. The research is important, vital. For her as well as so many others.
If that’s true, then why not just ask her? Why the charade?
Roland couldn’t deny the truth of that. Nonetheless his hands were tied. The people funding his project insisted on absolute secrecy. If he were to betray that trust, his work would be for nothing; likely he’d end up in some dark hole in a faraway prison to boot.
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