I swallowed the lingering taste of her kiss. I wanted to kiss her again. "I... Emma's waiting for me to come for her," I said, breathless. "I — I know she is."
"And this won't change that, Taylor," Lisa said, her voice soft and kind. "She'll still be there when the time comes." She kissed my jaw; I turned my mouth towards hers by reflex. "She won't love you any less for what we do together when we're alone. And you won't love her any less for it either." She kissed my jaw again, then leaned back in my arms, looking me in the eyes and caressing my cheek once more. "Loving one person does not mean you have to stop loving another. It's okay."
I ran my finger along her hip, staring into her eyes. "You're right," I said, then I leaned forward, tilting my head for another kiss. Lisa did the same. Our lips met, and it felt right. I cupped her butt and picked her up, eliciting a squeak of surprise. Then I carried her over to our bedding and lowered her gently to the padded bed. Her legs circled my back, pulling me closer to her, and our kiss deepened.
I let go of her and pulled my clothes off. I wanted — I needed to feel her skin against mine, directly. To feel her warmth without any barrier. So I did. I threw my clothes to the side and pressed my body against hers, our hips and nipples meeting. Lisa moaned into our kiss. We lay there for some time, kissing and moaning, our legs rubbing against each other, our hands caressing each other's arms and sides and necks and legs, enjoying each other's bodies.
Then I pulled away from her. She whined cutely, and I gave her another kiss before moving down her body. Her skin was pale and soft, freckles spattering her collarbone like they spattered her cheeks. Her nipples were a perfect pink, poking up from her breasts, erect and tantalising. I placed my mouth over one and licked; Lisa moaned and raked her fingers up my back. Her skin was salty with sweat. I liked her taste.
While I played with her nipple, I ran a finger along one of her tattoos: a serpent, inked in abstract lines of emerald green, that curved around her breast. It ran from her ribs to her collarbone, twisting and winding every which way as it went and ending at a similarly abstract depiction of a four-pronged leaf, blowing in the wind. The designs were mesmerising. I pulled back for a better view.
Her whole body was tattooed like that, every inking a different image, a different symbol, a different meaning. Like a book of history and theology, perhaps even an account of her life and her knowledge, written on her skin in some language I could not read. All painted the purest green, the same shade as her eyes. The colour went well with her complexion.
"They're beautiful," I said, running my fingers along an image on her midriff that looked almost like a group of spirits crowding around a child — or perhaps a pack of wolves.
"Thank you," Lisa said. I could hear the pleasure in her voice. "Most people find them beautiful. When I was a slave, the man who owned me thought so too. He paid a thousand silvers for me, and made me dance for his guests."
I looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to — "
"No," she said, cupping my face in her hands and smiling. "I am proud of them. They are proof of my service to Marama. And they saved me from rape. After all, he could not risk his best dancer being injured." Her smile turned sickly. "The others were not so lucky."
I crawled up her body and kissed her again, slow and passionate. Lisa moaned her appreciation and shifted beneath me. "We won't let anything like that happen again," I said.
Lisa's smile softened, becoming gentle once again. "No. We won't."
She returned my kiss and rolled us onto our sides. I felt her hand sliding down my belly, tickling my skin. Then her hand was at my sex, and her fingers were entering me and playing with my wetness. I twitched and moaned automatically, and I felt Lisa grin around our kiss.
I sent my hand down to her sex too, curling my fingers inside her and getting the same moans from her that she was getting from me. She was tight and warm and wet around me. Our tongues entwined as we deepened our kiss, our fingers continuing to explore each other's insides in the most intimate manner possible, moans of pleasure escaping from our connection.
But soon enough, we were forced to stop kissing — our gasping, panting breaths were too short to sustain our bodies for an extended kiss. Her fingers made it difficult to focus. So we lay there, staring into each other's eyes and panting each other's names as we fingered each other to the brink of climax.
Then with some unspoken communication, we kissed, and we both went over the edge. Her insides quivered around my fingers, her body trembling against mine as she cried into our kiss — and I knew my body was doing the same, though my wits had long since abandoned me.
Minutes later, we lay panting in each other's arms, a sheen of sweat coating our bodies. I felt a sudden rush of guilt, but I ignored it. Lisa was right. I'd needed that release, and Emma hadn't been here to provide it. It hadn't changed my feelings toward her. And I wasn't going to let myself feel guilty.
I looked down at Lisa, nestled in my neck. She saw me looking and grinned a tired but sultry grin. "I would kiss you," she said softly, "but I'm not sure I can move."
I smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. "That'll have to do, I think."
Lisa shifted a little closer, her nipples rubbing my skin. "I suppose so."
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
Healthy Living Habits
(Автор: JackKent)
Emmа, mind control, oral sex
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It was mid-January. Taylor Hebert was gone but not forgotten. Everyone knew her name, just like everyone knew who'd put her in that stinking locker, and so Emma Barnes was happy. Every day seemed great.
Emma especially liked the day's last class, Health, even if it was tedious, because all her friends had it the same period as her. She and Sophia didn't get to see each other much during the day outside of passing period, and Madison only had Art and Algebra II with her. The rest of their clique merely cemented it. All the other girls in class feared and respected them. After getting away with shoving Taylor into that locker, they were the definitive badasses of the Sophomore class.
As usual, everyone took their seats. They weren't officially assigned, but everyone understood their place. Her, Sophia, and Madison at the center. Their posse around them. The smaller cliques of Theater girls, Athletes, and so forth orbiting around them. At the margins were the loners, freaks, and introverts.
It was only after Mr. Gladly, Winslow High's former World Issues teacher, came into the classroom and locked door that everyone lined up for inspection. Gladly didn't mind that they chatted with each other, which was nice. Sophia caught her up on the latest track team gossip. Emma listened with half an ear, mostly to humor her best friend. Athletic gossip wasn't really in her wheelhouse. The drama was abstract, the players little more than names from their yearbook. As usual, Madison was the one to offer keen-eyed analysis, because that was so her: half social creature, half persistent ladder climber.
It was what Emma liked about the brown-haired waif, that ambition. Always fighting.
"Ms. Barnes."
Emma had already shrugged off her skirt, so she hardly needed prompting to hop onto the edge of Mr. Gladly's desk. She didn't spread her knees for him. "Mr. G" was an easy mark, and a little coquettishness indulged his need to be the Big Man on Campus. It was sad.
"Ms. Barnes," he said, running hands up her smooth legs and over her bare thighs, "I see you're clean as ever." He made a note in a spiral notebook, marking her homework as completed.
Gladly hooked his fingers around the waistband of her silk panties. Emma dutifully lifted her ass of the desktop as he peeled them off. Only once they were left discarded, dangling around one ankle, did Emma part her knees. Gladly's face lit up at the sight of her bare crotch and cleft. Still, he continued the inspection, tracing fingertips along the plump flesh of her mound of Venus. "Not a hint of stubble."
"Brazilian wax."
"That's right, you model, don't you?" He patted her outer thigh, dismissing the curvy girl. Emma hoped off the desk to make way for Madison, who had kicked off her jeans to expose herself below the waist. "Once it gets warmer out, you'll have to bring in some of your bikinis."
Emma hadn't ever modeled swimwear, but she nodded nevertheless.
While Gladly chided Madison for missing a few stray hairs around her pussy, which he started trimming, Emma walked back to her desk and pulled out a shiny black dildo to practice deep-throating. Over the next few minutes, her friends joined her. The inspections didn't take much time now that everyone had learned proper grooming. Only the odd critique, like with Madison, was necessary.
Soon, the Health classroom was filled with the sound of slobbering over silicone rubber, punctuated by the occasional coughing fit as a girl pressed their gag reflex too far. Gladly patrolled around the island groupings of desks, occasionally offering advice, but mostly hunkering down beside some girls to 'rap' with them: rubbing their shoulders, their backs, urging them to relax and have fun, and occasionally sharing stories of his past bedroom exploits. It made Emma want to roll her eyes. Gladly was such a bullshitter. Like he really cared that any of them 'thoughtfully explored their sexuality and femininity', as he'd explained back on the first day of the semester, after taking over Health class. He just wanted to be the 'cool' teacher.
A prime example came once their daily deep-throating drill was over. Gladly pulled out his desk chair, turned it around, and sat with his elbows crossed on the top of the backrest. It must have been achingly hip in 2005. "Before we break into our small groups, I think it's time we finally stepped things up. Emma?"
She sat up a little, not expecting the sudden attention.
"Care to show your classmates how a cock should be sucked?"
Emma sauntered up to the front of the classroom. While putting Taylor Hebert in her place had won her major kudos, a queen still needed to remind the peasants every once in a while why she owned her throne.
Gladly turned his chair sideways, so the class could get a proper view of the action, and sat out a pillow on the floor so Emma wouldn't bruise her knees. It was a nice thought, she supposed. What help she didn't want came in him shrugging off his khakis and boxers. No fun. She might never have had a boyfriend — and wouldn't now, unless Gladly permitted it — but Emma knew enough that half the fun of a blowjob was the teasing. She could've gotten a lot of mileage out of teasing Mr. G, feeling his bulge through his pants, undoing his belt buckle with her teeth maybe and generally blowing his mind before she blew his dick.
Still, Emma committed to putting in what show she could. The redheaded teenager took hold of Gladly's heavy length in one hand. The angry flesh was molten steel wrapped in silk. She gaze it a few lazy jerks, helping work Gladly up to full mast. For a young teacher, he'd really gotten blasИ about Health class pretty quickly. The first two days of the semester, right after taking over, he'd basically just had all the girls take turns giving him handjobs and getting all weepy about it. Now, he'd actually hunkered down to occasionally teach rather than just screw around being their best friend all the time.
Clear precum smeared the tip of Mr. Gladly's cock. Emma smeared it over her palm, then worked it over the length of his cock, getting the lubrication necessary to increase the pace of her strokes. Her other hand drifted to his hairless balls. Nice that he practiced what he preached, at least.
"Today, Emma."
She was better than this, and she could prove it.
Ah well.
Mindful of her teeth, which had been lesson one, Emma lowered her face over Gladly's glans. The hot fleshy softness filled her open mouth. She swirled her tongue underneath it, like she'd seen in porn, and then pressed Mr. G's cockhead against her cheek. It visibly bulged out against the thin veil of flesh. As she did that, Emma batted her eyelashes at Gladly, locking her green eyes with his softly glowing red ones. He has nice eyes, Emma thought, not for the first time. You could lose yourself in those eyes.
Gladly hissed, knees shifting slightly, as Emma's free hand stroked at his inner thigh. Julia had found out that weak point of his during last week's handjob marathon. To exploit her advantage, Emma pulled back, all the way off his cock, with an audible 'pop' of her slick lips. The teen made a show of gathering up her long red mane and bundling it over her other shoulder. She flashed a brilliant white smile at Gladly, one she'd practice time and time again in a mirror, and had used in more than a few photo shoots. He sent an encouraging nod back at Emma. She took his length into mouth again.
Now, Emma went deeper. Her lips rolled back and forth over his girth, slowly working her way down every inch of Gladly. Odd. Was it her imagination, or was he bigger this week? His testicles definitely hadn't filled her cupped hands this way last —
A sudden buzzing in her head made it hard to think.
Eh, Emma decided. Who cares? It's just Mr. Gladly.
Eventually, the redhead reached the point where her teacher threatened to scrape against her tonsils. Emma's drilling with that dildo came in handy here, as did her determination not to look weak in front of her peers. Rather than let her throat clamp down on Gladly's generously sized cock, she did so on her gag reflex. It was the only control she had from that point forward. Gladly, squirming, grabbed hold of Emma's head. Short, violent stabs into her gaping throat ensued.
The face-fucking didn't go on for long. Even as Emma's body cried out for air, her face taking on the color of her mane, Gladly's balls clenched under her tender caresses. Her tongue, smothered under his rigid length, felt each blast of cum as it raced down his throbbing cock. Hot warmth poured down Emma's throat.
Once Gladly released her, going limp in his chair, Emma played off her discomfort. She stood as Sophia and Madison led a round of cheers, and put on a show of casually her dabbing spit-slick lips clean. The effort at coolness was somewhat undermined, however, when Gladly leaned forward and smacked her ass. "Gold star, Ms. Barnes."
"Thanks, Mr. G."
As she took her seat, feeling her teacher's plentiful seed slosh around in her stomach, Gladly shakily stood from his own. Rather than pull his pants back on, he began undoing the knot on his tie. The class took the cue and began stripping as well. Soon, everyone was naked, their clothes neatly folded and placed in the wire baskets under the desks.
