The Principal's Turn - Toy Training

Taisha broke the kiss, looked in Maggie's eye, and let her fingers slide down Maggie's shoulders to the band in the center of her back. Next, two fingers on each side traced the gap between the three bands from the center of Maggie's back to the bottom of her breasts.

"I love touching you, Principal Turner. You are so beautiful." Her eyes sparkled as her hand slid over Maggie's breasts, before tracing their way along her bra strap to the clasp on her upper back. "I so much wanted to take my time with you, this evening. But we can still make the most of it," she said, while she popped the clasp on the bra. "Unfortunately, I am going to need to hold on to your gift. It would be hard to explain where you got this outfit, without wearing it for him. I assure you, that was not my intent."

Next, her hands slid softly down to the secondary clasp mid-back, and she quickly popped it free.

Maggie stared into those dark captivating eyes and suddenly felt the need for those lips, again. She wanted Taisha to take her right then and there. Her tongue slid between those luscious lips again, as Taisha masterfully slipped the bra straps off her shoulders.

Maggie thrust her tongue into Taisha's mouth as she let her arms hang free to allow the bra to fall to the floor. She quickly wrapped her arms around Taisha and pressing her breasts against the soft fabric of Taisha's top. They kissed passionately with tongues probing, then retreating.

Taisha pulled off quickly then licked at Maggie's lips before kissing her deeply again. Taisha's hands gripped Maggie's bare ass, pushing their pelvises together. Her tongue snake-hugged Maggie's before retreating again. Taisha groaned as she squeezed Maggie's smooth buns, kissing her passionately. Her mind raced to determine her new plan of action, since Sam has once again proved himself a nuisance.

She had plans for an intimate dinner with a slow seduction and new way of pleasuring Maggie, slowly building to a powerful climax. With so little time, that plan would need to change. But as she felt her own excitement growing, she struggled to remember why she couldn't shed her clothes and take her right there on the dining room table, as she had done Lizzy. Feeling her firm little ass while her tongue explored her mouth had Taisha working into a frenzy of excitement. She wanted that tongue between her nether lips, more than she could bear.

Principal Turner had begged to do that earlier, and she wanted to let her.

Suddenly, the idea hit, and Taisha knew the next step for Maggie. She squatted down, looked up at Maggie and peeled down her panties. "I'm going to need to hold on to these, Principal Turner."

Maggie wiggled subtly to help get them off, leaving herself naked for Taisha once again. When she stepped out of them, Taisha set them aside and traced her fingers up the sides of Maggie's legs, slowly. "I had hoped to enjoy you in these stockings a bit longer this evening, Principal Turner, but sometimes a change of plans can be a good thing." She smiled, looking up at Maggie.

"I love it when you touch me, huh, Ms. Taisha." Maggie gasped as Taisha's left hand brushed across her bush before Taisha gripped her right stocking and rolled it slowly down her leg. Next, she removed the second and placed them neatly to the side.

Maggie looked into her hungry dark eyes as Taisha slowly stood back up, gently caressing the sides of Maggie's calves. When her fingers passed her knees, she moved them to the front of Maggie's thighs. "You have the most heavenly soft skin I think I've ever felt, Principal Turner."

Those words sent a rush of excitement through Maggie, causing her to close her eyes. When Taisha's finger moved to her lower abdomen, she gasped and squirmed. She, at times, was a little ticklish, but something about Taisha's touch magnified everything. A tingling rush shot through her lower body, supercharging her clit with a wave of heated pleasure. Taisha circled her belly button, gently caressing her sensitive skin, and Maggie quivered at her touch.

Taisha loved knowing she had that effect and lingered there, circling and teasing her belly button. "Oh, Ms. Taisha. Oh, God," she gasped while her belly twitched. She was standing now, looking directly at Maggie's face.

Maggie's eyes were closed, and her mouth quivered, gasping for air, almost powerless from just a tickling caress. Maggie gripped Taisha's hands to stop her, but Taisha rolled her wrists, grabbed Maggie's hands, put them to her sides and resumed her taunting caress of her soft, sensitive belly. "I'm not done touching you, Principal Turner," she said, brushing two fingers quickly across her belly button, causing another squeal and tummy spasm.

Maggie's eyes opened and she had a pleading look. "Please let me touch you, Ms. Taisha."

Taisha's fingers gently swirled around her belly button again. "In due time, Principal Turner," she whispered, as her fingers swirled again.

"Gah!" Maggie twitched as she barked and thumped her fists against her own hips in a mini-tantrum.

Eight fingers started just where Maggie's waistband had been and softly ran up her abdomen and circled her breasts. Maggie took a deep breath and her breasts seemed to beg for the fingers.

"Look at me, Principal Turner," Taisha said softly.

Maggie's eyes opened and Taisha's face was inches from hers. The beaded necklace dangling from the head piece sparkled against her dark skin, and those eyes penetrated Maggie. When the fingers reached her nipples, her breathing became shallow with a series of rapid little gasps.

"You've been such a patient student, Principal Turner, I promise you it will all pay off, soon. But you need to trust me; it will be worth the wait. Are you ready for another lesson?"

"Yes please, Ms. Taisha. Yes." She quivered as the fingers circled her nipples and whimpered, uncontrollably.

Taisha's lips puckered out like a fish as she gave Maggie a sympathetic look and gasped, as if she were the one being touched.

"Good girl," she whispered. "Now, I'm gonna need you to kneel down and take off my panties, Principal Turner."

Taisha gently pinched her nipples as Maggie's eyes brightened.

She replayed the words in her head, hardly believing what she'd heard. She was finally going to get to touch her! Her heart stopped. Or maybe she'd get to taste her, finally!

Maggie dropped to her knees and went for the tie strap on the side of Taisha's skirt.

"Easy, Principal Turner. I said my panties, not my skirt. Reach up under and remove them, please. And no peaking." Taisha's smile was almost ear-to-ear, watching Principal Turner's uncontrollable excitement. She imagined the possibilities going through Maggie's mind, and looked forward to letting her do them all. In due time, of course.

Maggie's hands slid up Taisha's thighs, under the dress. She was disappointed she was not taking it all off. But certainly, removing the panties must mean she finally gets to touch her, at least. She slid her fingers under the waistband at each hip and slid them down slowly, imagining what she would look like if the skirt were not between them. When she passed her knees, Taisha stepped out of them, and Maggie clutched them in both hands.

She felt the wetness and could not resist bringing them to her nose and breathing in Taisha's essence. Her eyes closed and pussy flushed as the scent penetrated her body.

Taisha smiled down at her. "Please stand, Principal Turner," she said, devouring Maggie with her eyes.

Taisha's hand gripped her head on either side and held her inches from her face. "I want you, Principal Turner. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone. I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. You are the most beautiful, strong, sexy, loving, driven, caring person I know. I want to make you happy. I want to follow you, and help you achieve your vision for educating children. I love everything about you, Principal Maggie Turner."

She kissed Maggie slowly and deeply as her hands wrapped around her shoulders and began exploring her back.

Maggie's hands slid under Taisha's arms and gipped her shoulders even as she clung to the yellow silk panties with her left hand. Their heads turned and bobbed as their lips melted together.

Taisha's tongue stole a quick lick of Maggie's lips before probing and swirling with Maggie's.

Maggie maintained her grip on Taisha's shoulders, content to enjoy her warm, soft lips, as long as she would allow.

Taisha's hands caressed Maggie's back slowly side-to-side, nearly touching each vertebra, outlining her should blades, then exploring the curve of her back. She moved slowly, taking in every inch of tender skin.

Maggie's kisses seemed to warm her entire body and Taisha's pussy grew warmer and wetter by the second. Her fingers reached her silky-smooth buns, causing a sigh of pleasure. She continued for what seemed like several minutes, relishing the nude canvas of Maggie's exposed skin, painting her masterpiece with her fingertips. But, knowing time was of the essence, she had to move on. She broke the kiss and looked into Maggie's eyes.

"Would you like to feel how wet you make me, Principal Turner?" Taisha asked confidently.

"Oh yes, please," sighed Maggie.

Taisha stepped back and turned a dining room chair around, with the back touching the table. "Have a seat, please, Principal Turner."

When she sat, Taisha stepped up and nudged her legs apart with her knee.

Maggie spread her legs, staring up at Taisha. Her mind raced with possibilities. Would she pull up the skirt and let her taste her? Would she lean forward and let Maggie's fingers finally get to touch her?

Taisha gripped the sides of her skirt and pulled it up slowly, stopping just above the knees. Then she straddled Maggie's left leg and lowered herself, hovering with her hot pussy close enough to Maggie's thigh for her to feel the heat, but not quite touching.

She reached around Maggie's shoulder and gripped the top of the chair back, before moving in for a kiss, again stopping just before contact. "Are you ready, Principal Turner?" she asked, softly.

"Yes!" Maggie grunted, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

Taisha smiled, leaned in, and kissed her as she pulled her skirt up over Maggie's legs like a tent. Then, she gripped the back of Maggie's right knee and raised it up and out, before lowering her steaming cunt against Maggie's spread pussy.

Maggie whimpered and shook as Taisha's hot wetness pressed against her. She'd never felt anything quite like it.

Taisha broke the kiss and looked at her, pressing even more firmly.

Maggie's mouth hung open and she panted heavily. "Oh God, that feels so, good." Maggie sighed.

"Do you feel that Principal Turner?"

"Yes, Ms. Taisha, so warm and wet."

"You make me that way, Principal Turner," said Taisha as she began to roll her hips, rubbing their steaming lips together.

"Hoah, hoah!" gasped Maggie, looking desperately into Taisha's eyes. Her pussy was on fire as she felt Taisha's labia pressed against hers, spreading their juices over both bushes.

"Does that mean you like this, Principal Turner?"

Maggie nodded frantically, overwhelmed by the sensation. Taisha's pussy was so soft yet impossibly warm, and her hips rolled so smoothly and rhythmically..., she never wanted this to stop.

Taisha wrapped her arm under Maggie's right knee and gripped the chair back, again. The chair began to thump against the table as she rocked harder, maintaining a steady pace. Next, she shifted her position, and Maggie could feel Taisha's stiff little clit rubbing against her.

After a few seconds their clits collided, and Maggie moaned her approval.

"Principal Turner, I feel our clits getting acquainted," Taisha whispered in her ear.

Maggie felt a climax building fast. Taisha's hips moved magically, and the skin of her thighs was like silk as she ground their cunts together, clits colliding with each pass. Her head rolled back, and she sang from her wide-open mouth, "Oh ffffuucccckkk! Oh God, you're making me come, Ms. Taisha!"

"That's it, Principal Turner. Come nasty for me." Taisha grinned, inches from Maggie's face, loving her control over Maggie.

Maggie almost cried from pleasure. Their juices covered crotches, thighs and ass cheeks as she surrendered to another mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" She continued to wail, as Taisha relentlessly rubbed against her. "Making! Me! Co, come! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She went silent as her upper body spasmed forward and back.

Taisha had to lean back to avoid a head butt. The wetness between them grew as their labia sloshed together.

Her orgasm passed, but Taisha kept going. "Do you want me to stop, Principal Turner?" She asked.

Maggie was aware Taisha did not climax with her and wondered how she could do it. It was Maggie's fifth of the day, but Taisha held out. She continued, "Or do you want me to fuck you harder than Sam ever did?" Her pace picked up and she slammed herself against Maggie.

Maggie felt like she was ready to finally get to reciprocate even if Taisha was doing the fucking. "Oh, please fuck me, Ms. Taisha! I wanna feel you come, please."

Taisha pulled her arm from beneath Maggie's leg and Maggie held it up, spreading as wide as she could. Taisha was working up a sweat as her hips jackhammered Maggie. She grabbed the table on either side of Maggie and pounded her hard. The chair slammed against the table with a loud thud after each thrust. Taisha hips rolled at incredible speed and power, the chair sliding two inches each way.

Taisha yelled high and loud. "Oh Shit! I'm gonna come! Principal Turner!"

Maggie wondered if the chair would hold up but quickly stopped caring.

Taisha's screams continued, eyes closed and gasping for breath. "Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner!"

Maggie felt a flood of cunt cum coating her pussy as Taisha had an orgasm for the ages. The warm sticky juices were coating her, and she yelled, "Fuck me, Ms. Taisha. Fuck, me, hard!" She looked at Taisha's gaping mouth and knowing Taisha was finally coming set her off, again.

Taisha was sweating like a marathon runner, but years of bottled-up desire poured out of her in a monumental climax that she was not ready to end. Her hip muscles burned but her clit was electrified, and she was going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from it that she could. Her mouth froze open as the bolts of pleasure shot through her body. Maggie screamed for her, intensifying the effect, her hips seemed to move on their own as she rode the climax as long as she could.

Finally, she collapsed forward, resting her forehead on Maggie's shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Maggie's head hung back over the top of the chair as her second orgasm passed. She laughed when she thought what the seat of the chair must look like.

"OMG, Ms. Taisha. That was...," Maggie could find no words and continued to pant.

Taisha nodded her agreement with her forehead still on Maggie's shoulder. They sat there motionless, until their breathing became more normal. Then Taisha raised her head, looked at Maggie, leaned in and kissed her, slowly, for several minutes. When Taisha finally looked at her watch, she stood up.

"Principal Turner, I believe Sam may be here any minute. This could be hard to explain." She smiled and helped Maggie to her feet.

Maggie looked a bit dazed but quickly cleared her head. "Yikes, I better get dressed." She kissed Taisha and shook her head. "Wow! Just, wow! Thank you, Ms. Taisha. I think you just curled my toenails! I better heat this casserole back up." She grabbed it from the table. It was lukewarm, so she put it in the oven and hit Bake.

At the same time Taisha collected the outfit. "If you're going to eat dinner like that, I think I'll invite myself to stay," said Taisha, ogling her nakedness.

Maggie's face flushed red as it was suddenly apparent she was totally naked and coated in cum from mid-thigh and pelvis in front, and ass cheeks in back. "You are welcome to stay, but I will be cleaning up and getting dressed," Maggie smiled through her red cheeks.

"Can I help you with that, Principal Turner?" Taisha grinned an evil grin.

"Define 'help'?"

"I'd better let you get ready. For Sam's sake, it's best I don't join you for dinner. I'm not incredibly pleased with him, right now. Thank you for a memorable day, Principal Turner. Am I safe to say you enjoyed today's lessons?"

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Ya think?" She looked at the clock. "Gotta go!"

"Looking forward to our next session, Principal Turner. In a more controlled setting. Are you going to return my panties, Principal Turner?" She nodded toward Maggie's hand.

She didn't even realize she still had them. "I think I'll hang on to them, Ms. Taisha, if you don't mind. Gotta go." She ran out before Taisha could answer.

Maggie got cleaned up and came back just as Sam was about to go looking for her.

He arrived a few minutes before she came down. He came in the back door on the chance he might run into Taisha. He did not see her, so went in to discover Maggie had set the table and poured the wine, but apparently had vanished.

They had a quiet dinner, but both were a bit tired. So, much to Maggie's relief, it was right to sleep at bedtime that night.

On Sunday morning Maggie took her usual swim, and was pleasantly surprised to see Taisha swimming next to her. She could see a bright orange, hipster bikini with a full wrap-around tube top, which contrasted against her ebony skin. Her heart raced and she resisted the urge to stop.

For the first two laps Taisha swam next to her, but soon began to fall behind, and took a rest by lap four. Maggie continued for another fifteen minutes, with Taisha swimming and resting periodically during that time. When she finished, she got out and watched in anticipation as Taisha swam toward her, longing to see her out of the water in her bikini. She sighed when Taisha did a flip-turn and continued her swim.

She dried off, waiting for her to finish, and saw Sam looking down from the bedroom window, eyes on Taisha.

Taisha finished, removed her goggles and looked up at Maggie.

"Impressive, Ms. Taisha. You are a better swimmer than you led me to believe." Maggie smiled brightly.

"You have inspired me, Principal Turner. But I see I have a long way to go to keep up with you." Taisha looked at her longingly.

Maggie's mind quickly went back to yesterday's encounters and the thought of being alone with her again. Even as she felt the heat between her legs, the familiar cramping reminded her of a pending unwanted visitor.

Taisha smiled at the hungry look on Maggie's face and whispered, "What's on Sam's agenda, today?"

"He's off today, and plans to have a quiet day at home," said Maggie, unable to hide her disappointment. "And unfortunately, I'm about to have an unwanted visit from Aunt Flo. He is traveling to Atlanta for an RV show next weekend..." She gave a mischievous smile.

That smile sent a rush through Taisha that terrified her with its intensity. She raised herself out of the pool and stood up. Taisha smiled as Maggie's eyes scanned her body in the neon-orange bikini.

Maggie was rendered speechless at the sight of the orange and black beauty before her. Taisha's breasts glistened as the neon top pressed them together, bulging to break free. Her abs were tight and as she breathed the muscles peaked through her ebony skin.

As Taisha walked to the lounge chair where she had left her towel, she began to formulate her plan. She turned away from Maggie and bent down to pick up her towel.

Maggie's eyes drew to her ass, noticing her dark skin was visible through the wet fabric that clung to her, ...pulling into her ass crack, ...separating her buns.