As they made out there in Jen’s bedroom, Kylie could feel herself growing wet once again between her legs, her lower half covered only by that thin jersey skirt, panty-less, and she felt a great sense of warmth with Jen pushed up against her.
Stepping back from their kiss, Jen crossed her arms and pulled her tank top up and over her head, her breasts tumbling out from the shirt as it went up. For a woman of 45, her breasts remained firm and perky, as they were small enough to defy gravity but sized well on her slim figure, and they were each punctuated with a puffy nipple. Kylie inhaled deeply, starring at Jen’s breasts, and unable to help herself she reached out and took them in her hands, cupping them and softly squeezing. Jen moaned as Kylie did this and gave her a devilish smile.
“Your turn,” said Jen, kissing Kylie warmly.
Kylie reached down and took the hem of her tee-shirt, pulling it up over her head, and tossing it to the floor as she turned her head side to side to flip out her hair. Underneath she wore a thin black lace bra, which Jen quickly unhooked, helping Kylie to side the bra off of her arms and letting it fall to the ground. Kylie’s chest was small, not even enough for a handful, and her nipples were tiny, areolas barely bigger than a nickel. For a split second, Kylie felt ashamed at her chest size compared to Jen, but her worry was quickly assuaged as Jen leaned in and took one of Kylie’s nipples in her mouth, kissing and sucking on it.
Arching her back, Kylie let Jen have at her chest. Jen’s hands gripped at Kylie’s slim waist, rubbing it up and down coolly, as she sucked Kylie’s nipple and nuzzled her face into her breasts.
Kylie felt herself heating up, and she instinctively slid her jersey skirt down off her hips and let it fall to her feet, now standing before Jen completely naked. Her small 18-year-old frame presented for Jen to take advantage of. Jen made an excited buzzing sound as she saw Kylie do this, and she quickly dropped to her knees to begin kissing Kylie’s mound, almost worshiping her. Wrapping her hands around Kylie and grabbing her ass, Jen kissed and burrowed her face into Kylie’s pubic hair. Her attention was sweet and kind, and this made Kylie feel very appreciated.
“Your little pussy is so nice,” cooed Jen, giving Kylie’s slit a long, slow lick. “I just want to eat it forever.”
This devotion and praise sent a tingle through Kylie. She felt so into this experience, so prized, almost powerful. Kylie widened her stance to allow more access to her pussy and Jen dove in, sucking at Kylie’s lips, flicking her tongue against Kylie’s hole, and moistly running her tongue up the length of Kylie’s womanhood, gradually moving from her hole up to her clit. Kylie stood there above Jen, but she didn’t feel she could stand for long with her arousal mounting.
“Can we move to the bed?” asked Kylie, gently placing her hands atop Jen’s head.
“Of course, dear,” said Jen, licking Kylie’s pussy just once more from bottom to top. She then stood up and ardently embraced Kylie, running her hands along her naked form.
Jen pushed her own terry cloth shorts down her long, slim legs and kicked them off her foot. Kylie looked down to Jen’s naked pussy, her pubic hair well kept and sculpted. She was shaven all around her pussy and legs, only a small tuft of hair poking out from her mound. This hair was near an inch long in length, fashioned into an oval at the top and coming to a point as it directed toward her clit. Reaching out, Kylie ran her fingers over it and through it’s length, causing Jen to purr.
“Do you want to try going down on me?” asked Jen, kissing the side of Kylie’s face, running her hands along Kylie’s naked torso.
“I’m kinda nervous,” whispered Kylie.
Jen pulled away from Kylie and lay back on the bed. She scooted up the bed’s length and put her head back on a pillow. Spreading her legs wide, she propped her knees up on the air and permitted Kylie to see her completely. Kylie watched as she did this, and with Jen’s legs spread Kylie could see her pussy in full view. Her inner lips pursed out slightly, and from this vantage point Kylie could even see a peek of Jen’s asshole. Kylie climbed up onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and positioned herself between Jen’s legs, her face closing in on Jen’s vulva.
“Oh God,” said Jen. “You’re making me wet just being so close.”
“What should I do?” asked Kylie, starring at Jen’s pussy. She ran her fingers again through Jen’s cutely designed pubic hair.
“Kiss it, lick it, suck it,” said Jen. “Just explore. Do whatever you want to me,” she said, rubbing her hands up and down her own chest. “Do whatever you’d want done to yourself.”
Kylie considered it for a moment and then slowly leaned her face in, planting gentle kisses on Jen’s pussy. She kissed up and down Jen’s slit, and then ran her tongue up the length of it. Jen was quite obviously aroused by this, as her hips started to gyrate and her breathing quickened. Kylie licked upwards along Jen’s pussy once more, feeling Jen’s fleshy inner lips against her tongue and tasting Jen’s wetness. It was musky, yet floral, and the taste of it stimulated Kylie. She felt naughty and excited tasting another woman’s juices.
“Push your lips up against me,” moaned Jen. “Open your mouth and pretend that you’re sucking the juices of a ripe peach.”
“Okay,” said Kylie timidly. She did this, making an ‘O’ with her lips and pressed them against Jen’s clit. Kylie suckled and slurped, Jen’s juices wetting Kylie’s lips and chin.
“Oh!” gasped Jen, thrusting her hips out. “That’s it, baby,” she said. “That’s right.”
Kylie gained confidence after this approval, and she continued her sucking. She could feel Jen’s little fleshy nub in her mouth as she suckled, many folds of Jen’s pussy moving in and around Kylie’s mouth. Moving her hand close, Kylie then began to prod at Jen’s lips with two fingers, gliding across the moist and lubricated skin. The more she did this, the more audibly Jen moaned, persuading Kylie to keep on.
Looking down, Kylie noticed that Jen’s pussy was glistening with a creamy white jelly, a soft viscous goop slipping out from between her lips. With her finger, she collected this and smeared it all over Jen’s lips. Kylie pulled her finger back and watched as the viscid lube stuck both to her finger and to Jen’s pussy, creating a webby thread between their flesh.
Kylie slowly slid her fingers inside of Jen’s pussy now and she could instantly feel the muscles within Jen’s pussy contracting, squeezing and releasing, around the length of her fingers. Her fingers became easily saturated by Jen’s drenched pussy and as she fingered her professor she stroked around inside, feeling the various internal ridges and folds hidden deep away within this beautiful older woman.
“That’s great, Kylie,” sighed Jen, moving her head on the pillow from one side to the other, laid back and open, allowing her student to fully explore her secrets. “You’re doing great.”
Kylie intensified her attention on Jen’s clit now, licking and sucking more vociferously, the slurping and munching noises and Jen’s moaning the only thing that could be heard in the room. Her fingers found a steady pace, pushing in and out of Jen’s pussy, sliding with ease and penetrating Jen’s dilated hole.
Any nervousness she had felt was now gone, as Kylie became focused on pleasing Jen. Her kisses, her licks, her penetrating fingers, she made minor adjustments to these motions to accommodate what she sensed Jen enjoyed most. Kylie felt her nose, chin, and mouth covered in Jen’s creamy moisture, and she had a consistent taste of Jen on her tongue.
Jen started to shake and the noises coming from her mouth grew higher in pitch. Kylie looked up to watch and she saw Jen growing rigid, her head to one side, both of her hands gripping tightly to the blanket below them. Jen’s mouth was wide and slack, and the sounds that exited it were short, high, and in time with her rapid breathing. This obviously pleasured response kept Kylie on her game, maintaining her attentiveness to gratifying her beautiful teacher.
“Oh Kylie!” Jen belted out, thrusting her hips up with force, almost knocking Kylie off. Her thighs quivered and shook, and Jen be
at one of her hands against the bed with a loud thwack. Kylie locked her lips around Jen’s clit and drank from her with even more powerful slurping suction now. This set Jen off. She howled out and slammed her head back against the pillow a few times.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” exclaimed Jen, thrashing there on the bed. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Kylie, not knowing how to respond, kept up her sucking and she slammed her fingers harder into Jen’s pussy, desperately trying to bring Jen well over the edge of completion. She could think of nothing else but being responsible for Jen’s satisfaction and orgasmic accomplishment.
Jen convulsed harder now and lifted her legs both up into the air. Kylie suddenly felt a pulse of wetness hit her face and she backed off from suckling Jen, watching in awe as Jen’s throbbing and clenching pussy shot out a couple more streams of clear ejaculate. Kylie removed her fingers from Jen’s pussy as Jen herself reached down and rubbed her own clit in forceful, fast little circles. She called out many times, making her pleasure known, and as she fondled herself a few final bursts of liquid shot out from her.
“Oh God,” moaned Jen, toppling over to one side, clamping her legs shut, but keeping her fingers on her clit. She trembled and shivered and curled up as she tried to get a handle on her out of control breathing.
Kylie was confused but oddly turned on. She looked to the now soaked blanket below Jen and then she looked back up to Jen, her tight body folding in on itself as she panted rapid breaths out of her reddened face.
“Jen,” whispered Kylie. “What… what was that?”
Jen smiled a wide, beaming smile, the kind of smile indicating that she was about to tell a secret.
“I’m a squirter,” said Jen, opening her eyes now and looking toward Kylie. “When I get really turned on, I squirt during my orgasms.”
“Whoa,” said Kylie. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
“A lot of women can do it,” said Jen. “They just don’t know how. Come here.”
Kylie crawled up the length of Jen’s body and lay in front of her, Jen now wrapping her arm around Kylie and pulling her close to spoon her.
“I can teach you how,” whispered Jen into Kylie’s ear. “I can teach you how to squirt too.”
This sultry whisper drove Kylie wild. She felt herself grow damp between her legs and she nuzzled back lovingly into Jen’s arms. Her heartbeat raced and she listened intently for Jen’s next words.
“Just stick with me, Kylie,” said Jen. “I can show you a lot of things you didn’t know were possible.”
Jen kissed the back of Kylie’s head and kept her lips against Kylie’s hair. Kylie could tell that Jen was beginning to doze, so obviously spent, but all she could think about was the image of Jen squirting and feeling that first shot against her face. She felt like she was going crazy with desire and lust. Kylie reached up and touched her face where Jen had squirted, and she could feel a spot where the moisture had begun to dry on.
Kylie wanted more. She was hooked. As she closed her eyes to try to mimic Jen, all she could see behind her eyelids was the delicacy that was Jen’s pussy and an image of Kylie’s own tongue slowly running over it.
*
Kylie woke up in the fluffy bed of her English Professor Jen and stretched her arms above her head. The morning sun shown through the large window above Jen’s bed and as Kylie realized where she was at, she also felt somebody softly pulling on her foot that was hanging outside of the blanket. Looking down, Kylie saw Jen smiling back at her and sitting on the foot of the bed, dressed for the day. She wore a lightweight sundress, decorated with yellow and orange sunflowers punctuated with black lines, and she had a small straw fedora atop her head.
Jen was absolutely radiant and her long brown hair flowed out from the hat and down her back. She beamed at Kylie and blew her a kiss, her lips painted with just the faintest and casual amount of lipstick.
“Good morning, sunshine,” said Jen, resting her hand on Kylie’s ankle.
“Morning,” said Kylie, now realizing that she was completely nude under the blanket and feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Babe,” started Jen. “I have to go to my office and finish the semester grades but you’re free to stay here and make yourself at home.”
“Okay,” said Kylie, sitting up in bed now and holding the blanket over her bare chest.
“There’s coffee in the pot and an almond croissant with your name on it on the counter,” said Jen. Kylie nodded and smiled softly, still feeling slightly embarrassed by the situation she found herself in.
Kylie looked away from Jen, out of the window and toward the sunshine. She took a deep breath and smelled the room around her. It smelled vaguely musty with the remnant aromas of sex mixed with Jen’s light floral perfume.
“Are you okay, Kylie?” said Jen, looking at her with concern now.
“I’m just thinking,” said Kylie.
“About last night?” asked Jen.
“Yeah,” said Kylie, combing her fingers through her hair to try to straighten out the mess. Kylie felt self-conscious and confused, even more so being naked and disheveled while Jen looked beautiful and put together.
“It really was nice,” said Jen. “Don’t you agree?”
Kylie nodded sheepishly and smiled at Jen.
“Well, just think about how nice it was,” said Jen. “I think that will help you figure it out.”
“Jen,” said Kylie, shifting slightly in the bed. “Do you think I could stick around for just one more day?”
“One more day?” said Jen, her concerned face changing into an accepting smile. “Of course you may. I should only be gone a couple of hours. Make yourself at home while I’m out.”
“Thank you,” said Kylie.
Jen stood up from the bed and approached Kylie now in her lying position. Leaning down, Jen planted a soft kiss on Kylie’s lips, her fingertips grazing Kylie’s cheek. Kylie returned the kiss sweetly, her embarrassment slowly dissolving into desire, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment.
“I’ll be back shortly,” said Jen, pulling away from their kiss and looking into Kylie’s eyes with a kind smile on her lips.
Kylie watched as Jen sashayed out of the bedroom, her sundress waving as her legs moved. Jen blew Kylie a kiss and exited, her clunky sandals making clomping sounds as she walked down the hall. Sighing contentedly, Kylie melted down into the bed and into the feathery sheets.
*
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, still nude, Kylie sipped at a cup of coffee and thumbed through a book. It was a book that Jen had written, a book of fiction about two young women, best friends, finding themselves in love with each other. Kylie flipped through the book and read random passages, trying to relate to the characters, and thinking about what it was like to have sex with another woman.
Kylie tossed the book to the bed and stood up. She wandered over to Jen’s dresser and set her coffee cup on top. Opening a drawer, Kylie found Jen’s panties and she started to look through them. She pulled out various styles, bikini cuts and boyshorts, until she found a small, simple black thong. Kylie slammed the drawer shut while holding the thong, after which she stepped into the thong and pulled it up over her hips.
Running her hands over her small chest, Kylie looked around the room with an inquisitive nature. Getting an idea, she walked over to the bedside table on the side that Jen slept on and opened the drawer. Inside she found a small purple cloth bag with a drawstring. Kylie pulled the bag out of the drawer and inspected it. She quickly untied it and opened it up. Reaching in, she removed a small stainless steel wand, a stubby little bullet-shaped vibrator.
Hopping back up onto the bed now, Kylie relaxed into the pillows and propped her legs up. She inspected the vibrator to figure out how to turn it on. Twisting it brought the device to life with a low hum of a buzz and Kylie’s eyes lit up. She was holding Jen’s vibrator, probably still coated with Jen’s dried juices, and she wore a tiny thong also belonging to Jen. Wh
ile Kylie could admit what she was doing was a bit invasive, she couldn’t help but revel in the naughtiness of it.
Kylie rubbed herself through the thin fabric of Jen’s panties, her fingers massaging up and down her lips with a nice sturdy pressure. While she fondled herself overtop the thong, Kylie brought the buzzing vibrator down between her legs and rested it on her clothed clit. She could immediately feel the vibrations and she squirmed just slightly into the blankets, grinding her ass into the bed.
“Mmm,” sighed Kylie, closing her eyes and leaning back into the pillows. She held the bullet vibrator steady against her clit and took her middle and forefingers and slid them underneath the fabric of the panties now. Her pussy was starting to throb and Kylie could feel herself growing moister. She ran her fingertips through her own juices and used them to quicken the massage she gave to her slit, her fingers moving up and down along her lips.
Kylie thought of Jen now. She considered Jen’s lean, fit body, an athletic body, beautiful and sultry. Kylie reminisced about the previous evening, and remembered what it felt like to go down on Jen. Jen’s pussy was so manicured, shaven around her lips yet designed with a tuft of hair on her mound. Her breasts firm and gravity defying. To think that a 45-year-old woman could have such a body was quite a turn on to Kylie. Kylie imagined her lips pressing up against Jen’s pussy and letting Jen’s juicy grool coat her face.
The buzzing continued as Kylie steadied the vibrator on her clit, her fingers methodically fondling herself. She could feel a glob of viscous wetness seep out of her pussy and she rubbed her fingers through it, using it to lubricate her motions. Jen’s black thong was growing wetter and wetter with Kylie’s juices, the fabric becoming tacky and sticking to Kylie’s fingers and flesh.
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