"What *things* do you mean?" Celeste asked, although she was afraid she knew.
"He tries to put his mouth on my breasts. And if I didn't stop him he would put his *hand* between my legs. One time he even tried to put his *mouth* down there!"
"But of course, dear. That's the way men gets us warmed up to enjoy the main event."
"Oh, Celeste, don't say things like that. You sound like one of those horrible women. The sisters told us only whores actually enjoyed "doing it."
"Are you calling me a whore, Angela?"
"Oh, no, Celeste. I'm sorry! But I just don't know what to think."
"The sisters at your school were probably like the ones at mine. They were feeling guilty about seething with desire and masturbating in their cells at night and projected that guilt on us. Sex is supposed to be pleasant. A few good orgasms every day make you feel great!"
"What is an 'orgasm' anyway? Even when I was letting Homer do it when I wanted to have a baby, nothing 'happened.'"
"The woman has to help make it happen, darling. You've got to let Homer touch you and feel you up good. Relax and tell him what you like and don't like. My husband knows that I like to have him chew my ear and tongue my neck. Each of us has different things that turn us on. Don't be in a hurry and don't let him be."
"You mean I have to just lie there and let him arouse me, make me 'want' it?"
"Of course you don't just lie there! You are the director of the orchestra. And don't just tell him what you like. Moan appreciatively when he hits a sensitive spot. Kiss him back with all you've got. Play with his prick. Kiss *his* nipples."
"But why did I never get an orgasm though he always did?"
"It's nature, honey. For a man, having an orgasm is like learning to walk. Unless his equipment is badly defective, it happens. For us, having an orgasm is more like learning to cook. If you never try, it never happens. And the more you practice, the better you get. But Mother Nature gave us something to compensate for having to work a little harder. We can have one after another."
"What!" Angela asked in disbelief.
"Maybe I'd better show you." Celeste smirked.
"Celeste, no!" Angela protested, but Celeste suspected that their sexy talk might have Angela more aroused that she realized. Besides, Celeste had taken the precaution of spiking Angela's orange juice with Absolute 100 and her pupil was a bit tipsy.
More than most women, Angela was shy about her body. She tried to push Celeste away when the teacher reached over to fondle her older pupil's breast. "Let, me, Angela. You are so gorgeous. You must torture poor Homer by not letting him do this." Celeste said, fondling Angeles's tits through her blouse. "Your tits must be beautiful, honey. Let me see them," she whispered even as she unbuttoned the blouse of Homer's unresisting wife. Even as she removed Angela's bra and began stroking her boobs, Celeste was planning her next move.
"You 'are' beautiful, honey. These titties deserve to be worshipped and kissed," Celeste said, demonstrating. Angela moaned as Celeste expertly tongued the nipples. "Teach Homer how to do this and let him make you a happy woman," Celeste whispered and unzipped Angela's skirt.
The sensations of having her tits sucked by Celeste's talented mouth prevented Angela from realizing that Celeste now had her stripped down to just her panties. Interrupting her work, Celeste gently stood Angela up and led her to the bedroom where the dazed pupil let Celeste remove her panties before laying her on the big bed.
Celeste stooped to admire. Angela was as beautiful as Homer had told her, especially her pussy. Celeste knew there was nothing that makes a woman more unique than her pussy. She had seen and tasted plenty of them. They came in all different sizes, colors and shapes; some were tucked inside like a little girl's cunnie and some had thick luscious lips that come out to greet you. Some were nested in bushes of fur and others are covered with transparent fuzz. She appreciated Angela's wild, unused qualities and told her, although not in those words.
Women are a good deal more verbal than men, especially during love-making. Celeste knew that her husband could almost make her come just by telling her what he was about to do. Maybe that was one of Homer's mistakes, she thought. "Oh, Angela. baby. You have the cutest pussy. Let me make it wet for you, so wet," she whispered all the time she was petting and stroking her. "That's it, honey, let me love your beautiful pussy."
Gently Celeste pulled the lips apart and looked at Angela's inner lips, giving them their first, playful lick which made her shudder. Next Celeste spread the tops of Angela's unvisited pussy until she found her clit. She blew it a soft salute, but avoided touching her there yet. Celeste would work up to that slowly. Before she had Angela sufficiently aroused, her clit would be too delicate to be handled. Celeste stalked Angela's pussy slowly, knowing that women, even more so than men, love to be teased. She zeroed in on the inner part of her victim-lover's thigh, a most tender spot. She licked it, kissed it, made designs on it with the tip of her tongue. Celeste came dangerously close to Angela's pussy, then floated away. Celeste made Angela uncertain about just when she would strike.
Suddenly Celeste was licking the crease where Angela's leg joined her pussy. She felt Angela quiver as she nuzzled her face into Angela's untamed bush. Brushing her lips over Angela's now flowing slit without pressing down further excited Homer's inexperienced wife. Celeste had her! Soon Angela was bucking up from the bed, straining to get more of Celeste to her. It was time. Celeste put her lips right on top of Angela's slit.
Celeste kissed her, gently, then harder. With her tongue, Celeste separated Angela's pussy lips and when she opened up, her seductress ran her tongue up and down between the layers of Angela's pussy flesh. Gently she spread Angela's unresisting legs more with her hands.
Gently, ever so gently, Celeste began to tongue-fuck her. Angela's moans of arousal and frustration told her she was teasing my wife unmercifully. Now, far from rejecting the sweet manipulation of her sex as degrading and perverted, Angela was dying for some attention her clit. Celeste took a quick look. Angela's clit had gotten hard enough to peek out of it's covering. Angela wailed when Celeste licked it and again when she licked harder, pressing into her skin.
Gently, Celeste pulled the pussy lips aside flicked her tongue against Angela's uncovered clit. She did it quickly. Angela's legs shuddered. Sensing that Angela was approaching orgasm, Celeste made her lips into an O and took the clit into her mouth. Starting to suck gently, Celeste looked up at Angela's face for her reaction. She could handle it so she began to suck harder. Angela was responding enthusiastically. "Typical," thought Celeste. The frigid ones are always the hottest, once you cracked their shell. She sucked harder. Angela lifted her pelvis into the air with the tension of her rising orgasm. Celeste hung on, keeping her hot mouth on Angela's clit. "Don't stop. Please! Don't ever stop!" Angela wailed.
Celeste was pleased with Angela so far but she wanted to do something else to intensify the naïve woman's pleasure. She began to finger-fuck Angela who was enjoying her teacher's cunt- licking talents. Celeste made for the sensitive area at the roof of her vagina. This is what drove Celeste crazy when her husband fucked her. Well, there was no cock handy so her fingers would have to do the fucking.
Wetting them with Angela's flow, Celeste slipped one then two fingers into the aroused woman's pussy. She slid them inside, rubbing slowly at first, then a little faster, massaging her G spot rhythmically with a "come here" motion. Celeste paid careful attention to Angela's responses, speeding up only when her pupil did. Angela's ragged breathing told Celeste what to do. Sucking Angela's clit and finger-fucking her at the same time, Celeste was giving Angela far more stimulation than Homer would be giving her with a cock alone. She could feel Angela's almost uncontainable excitement. Homer's aroused wife turned red and began to tremble.
Even when Angela's orgasm broke, Celeste didn't let go of her clit, hanging on for the duration. When Angela started to come down from the first orgasm, Celeste pressed her tongue along the underside of Angela's clit, leaving her lips covering the top. Gently, she moved her tongue in and out of her cunt. Her fingers were still inside and she began to move them a little too, gently though, knowing how sensitive Angela would be just now. Bingo! Angela was off towards another climax.
Not content to make her come, Celeste wanted to make Angela a love-slave. She didn't leave her leave her alone just yet. She talked to her, stroked her body, caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples. She continued making love to her quietly until Angela had floated all the way down.
"Oh Angela, baby, you come so good! You love it. Why don't you let Homer do this?" Celeste asked.
"My God! I've never felt anything like that. Is that what Homer wanted to do?"
"Of course not. Homer just wanted to please you. That's what *you* wanted him to do, but didn't know how to tell him. He'll need lots of training. Men aren't born knowing how to eat a pussy. You've got to show him. But if he loves you, he'll keep practicing until he does exactly what you want."
"But if I let him do that, how will I be able to stop him from ... you know?
"Why would you want to?"
"I might not; that's the problem." If I let him make me come like that, he'll be able to fuck me silly any time he wants. He'll keep me pregnant from now until menopause. I'll have a house full of kids, just like Mamma." Angela had begun to cry.
"Not necessarily, honey," Celeste said holding her close an comforting her. "Talk to Homer about it. Let him make love to you without fucking on the days you're fertile, if that's what you both want. But what would be wrong with letting him have two or three more babies?. You are still young enough and you know he can afford it. With child care, having babies need not interfere too much with your studies."
"I think I'm about to find out," Angela smiled weakly.
A few months later Celeste got another e-mail from Homer setting up another appointment in the same hotel bar. She looked a lot less apprehensive when she walked in this time. Smiling in her short yellow flock she came over and sat down.
"I've got some good news and bad news," Homer grinned. "First I have to thank you again for the change in Angela; she is one hot woman! Now she not only fucks me like a twenty dollar whore, but afterwards she says 'thank you,' not 'sank you.' Better yet, I have her pregnant with a little girl. Can you guess what we're going to name her?"
"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Homer. I'm so happy for you," Celeste said sweetly, reaching over to take his hand. "So what is the bad news?" she inquired.
"That's not the only change in Angela. She's become a real slut. I told her about my stories and she has really gotten to enjoy them, especially some I wrote under a former non de plume."
"Oh, I didn't know you had written under another name, but it sounds wonderful! What's bad about that?" Celeste replied, puzzled.
"After reading my other stories, Angela isn't content with (Cons, Rom) anymore. She thinks they're too tame. She wants me to make this story a (NC, Interr, Wife, preg)," Homer replied, a cruel Dark Wandering gleam in his eye.
"Oh god! No, no" Celeste sobbed as the realization dawned on her.
"Yes, I can blackmail you and you'll have to do anything I say. Come here with me." Homer could see how wet the horny teacher was as he led her toward his hotel room to fuck her senseless in front of the video cameras. In the elevator he reached up under her skirt and confirmed the gasping teacher wasn't wearing panties. He fingered her to an orgasm that left her incoherent.
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Celeste wailed when they got to his room. "I was a virgin when I married. I've always been faithful to my husband. Why is my body betraying me like this, at the worst possible time of month when I'm ovulating?"
"Because of this," Homer explained, fishing out his enormous cock. Mesmerized, Celeste was helpless as Homer lay her back and ate her pussy until she was so hot she couldn't make him use a condom. He had her in an overpowering rut. She spread her legs for him and began to beg, "Oh, fuck me, Homer! Make me pregnant. Please, put a little brown bastard in my white womb that I can never explain to my husband. Put your cock at the opening of my fuck hole," she screamed. "I want you to ... I want you to ... Slowly split My sopping slit"
Evil elation filled Homer as he saw how in only minutes he had corrupted the Erstwhile Empress of Erotica. Reaching between her legs he expertly flicked her indirect object with one hand and pinched the engorged modifier of a large dangling participle with the other. In no preposition to object, Celeste let Homer slide his first person singular into a pluperfect tense conjunction with her direct object. The horny grammarian was in an subjunctive mood, long past her interrogation point and her active voice rang out imperatively, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Homer had Celeste where he wanted her, on her hands and knees, writhing in passion, over-using alliteration and splitting infinitives right in the middle of her period.
Best of all he had made her do it doggerel!
The rest, as they say, is history. Celeste's husband didn't understand how his vasectomy could have "failed." Since he had never wanted the snip in the first place, he was too elated at seeing his sexy wife's pregnant belly to ask questions. When Celeste gave birth to a baby boy several shades darker that either she or her husband, however, he took the girls and threw Celeste out with her bastard offspring. She was also fired from her teaching position for obviously immoral conduct. Unable to keep paying her AOL bill with her welfare check, Celeste had no alternative but to invent a bogus reason and withdraw "temporally" from publishing the Celestial Review.
Don't despair, however. Angela heard about Celeste and got on Homer's case about her. Angela was pregnant again herself and during an especially good fuck she pleaded with Homer to let Celeste move in with them, saying Celeste could help take care for their growing second family. Homer knew Angela really wanted to get between the sexy ex-teacher's thighs, but thought, why not? There was plenty Celeste could still teach Angela about pleasuring and being pleasured. In fact, Home promised Celeste that if she would let him get her pregnant again, he would let her have her AOL account back. So keep an eye out. In about nine months or so Celeste may be back to writing Celestial Reviews.
End note: Just about the time this story was published, Celeste, indeed returned to "doing it" -- reviews, that is.
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