As Priscilla stepped up and out of the tub Katie stepped back, timid as a fawn, curious as only she could be. The Aphrodite, with her inviting all-knowing smile, reached out to take her hand, then led her to the bedroom, to the foot of the queen-sized bed.
Her journal and pen were taken from her grasp, replaced by those lovely long fingers which glided over her hands from fingertips to palms.
With uninterrupted fluidity they found their way to the backs of Katie’s hands, before being lifted to Priscilla’s perfect breasts.
Perfect in the eyes of Katie, who started off with a light squeeze, then cupping them before running her thumbs over those delicious-looking nipples, areolas the size of silver dollars.
Katie kept hold of them when Priscilla reached up to caress her hair, the older woman bringing her hand to a rest once it arrived at the back of the teen’s neck. She leaned in while opening her mouth, Katie parting her lips to receive…
The softness of Priscilla’s.
The wet tongue, which slid in to make contact.
And course into a little mingle, a little play.
Soft. Lost in softness.
Until Priscilla withdrew, using her embracing hand to guide Katie’s thirsty mouth to her breast.
Where the young one explored, like an infant learning to suckle, the firm nipple finding itself being grazed against teeth, savored by lips and tongue.
Too wet between her legs, too weak in the knees, Katie collapsed into Priscilla’s arms, who laid her down on the bed and began to open her pajama top one button at a time.
Like a curtain being opened to the sun, the perky adolescent breasts were now exposed, the more mature ones lowered down until nipple met nipple. The rubbing sent a new wave of moister through both women, Priscilla’s mouth then coming down for a taste.
Katie couldn’t help it, the moan that escaped with her heavy exhale catching her by surprise. But she no longer cared, all inhibitions a thing of the past as she began to squirm from a pussy on fire. And how she thanked the heavens when those long fingers stripped away her pajama bottoms.
She was so wet by now she felt as though she had peed, and when Priscilla’s mouth found her pussy she was thrown into a possessed arch, the stimulation overtaking all other senses.
Once Katie’s sight came back into focus she looked down, having to see what her boss was doing to her. That wide open mouth had been sealed around her entire pussy, Priscilla sucking her like a honeysuckle, her tongue simultaneously licking up the nectar which flowed.
Katie started to involuntarily twitch, letting her head fall back onto to the mattress, allowing herself to shatter as the power of orgasm exploded throughout her.
Barely giving her student enough time to recover, Priscilla sat back up and brought a leg up over Katie’s head, to where a knee was by each ear, the elder pussy now within tongue’s reach from the teen’s mouth.
Like honeydew resting atop flower petals, small beads of secretion were sprinkled across Priscilla’s glistening pussy lips, the honeysuckle intern reaching up with her tongue to make contact with, and absorb, one droplet…
Then two.
And three. Each dissolving atop the tip of it, each like the single droplet of honey she would get from a flower.
These two petals were full of them, and so she lifted her head while slightly turning it to the side, placing her lips over one, sucking like her mentor had done, the wetness flowing over her tongue and down her throat.
She did the same with the other, then curiosity led her to bring up two fingers and spread the petals apart. It was a wet tunnel of pink, Katie using a fingertip to gently explore, before once again reaching up with her tongue and doing so orally.
Having had a taste of the outer walls she then went in deeper, fascinated by how the hole opened up to her yet still remained snug. Once she had pushed it in as far as she could, Priscilla began to work her inner muscles, her pussy having a little fun by sucking Katie’s tongue.
Teacher lifted herself off her young lover for a moment, student hearing the sound of a drawer opening, then closing.
Pussy was now back above Katie’s face, the sound of a light buzz clicking on, then those long fingers of Priscilla’s placing a long vibrator into one of Katie’s hands and guiding it to the pink tunnel the intern had just tasted.
Nervous butterflies fluttering with excitement flew around in Katie’s stomach as she inserted the head of the silicone cock inside Priscilla. She then pushed it in an inch more, before withdrawing and doing it again.
The more of the vibrating mechanism she pushed up in her mentor, the more Priscilla’s pelvis would feed off it, as if the cock were another form of honeysuckle.
After a couple of minutes of being mesmerized by fucking her boss, Katie was abruptly pulled out of it by Priscilla reaching down and withdrawing the vibrator. It was now covered in her juices, and she turned the dial at its base to crank up the speed. There went those butterflies fluttering about, for Katie knew it was now her turn.
Priscilla leaned down to where they were now in 69, spreading open the teen’s legs, then her soaked pussy. Once the vibrating tip was inserted she used the other hand to unearth the clit, which was already engorged with boiling blood.
The first few licks sent Katie reeling in shocked pleasure, then swimming in the state of b;iss as Priscilla fucked her with the silicone while polishing her pearl.
Compelled to test out the waves of ecstasy by riding them with her pelvis like her mentor had done, she started off small, but soon was using her youthful body to her advantage, gathering up one powerful wave after another in rapid succession, Priscilla matching the output of energy with her own, until…
Katie burst into a supernova orgasm!
Amidst the aftermath, Priscilla handed her her journal and pen, at which time The Honeysuckle Intern wrote,
I’ve just flown amongst the stars, and am now dripping in diamonds.
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