The body never lies

She resisted my gentle push, her eyes open and on mine. Fear. Worry. Unease. All in that look she gave me. I grit my teeth and grabbed her throat. I didn’t squeeze. Not really. Well, maybe a little. I simply wanted to let her know that this was going to happen. Her pupils were wide, and the silence in the car, awkward. I pushed her down onto her back by her neck, and roughly slipped my fingers inside the front of her leggings, quickly making a fist to tug them down.

She gasped, and her left hand was against mine as her left frantically tried to pry my hand from her neck. Her panicked breaths came out fast, filling the once empty silence, but did nothing to deter me. I pulled her leggings down, her legs squirming but reluctantly relenting to my strength. Once they were around her ankles I let go of her neck and quickly curled my fingers into the sides of her panties, smiling as she slapped at my chest, face, and hands.

Her hips lifted as she suddenly turned herself, knees already on the seat of the car, in some **** attempt to escape the cramped quarters of the backseat.

I quickly helped her turn away from me, at once knowing how it would happen.

“No!” she quietly squeaked, but too late. My right hand was pushing the back of her head, her face mushed into the firm cushion of the seat. My right hand roughly tugged her leggings down, exposing her ass, and the white, cotton panties that hugged them just perfectly.

She squirmed and tried to lift her head, but it felt like it was all for show. Playing hard to get. She was a good girl, after all. And good girls didn’t do this kind of thing. I tugged her leggings down to the back of her knees and quickly started rubbing the darkened spot on her panties, still damp from her arousal.

She tensed up, letting out a series of struggling breaths. Had she really tried, I may have stopped. May have let her go. But she didn’t. Once her pussy felt what I had to offer, she simply stayed there, just breathing and making those uneasy, nervous noises I loved to hear. Maybe she loved to make them. To make me work for them.

“Your ass is so fucking beautiful,” I said to the back of her head, caressing it now as I stopped holding her down. She breathed heavy, her hips squirming up and down as if my touch revolted her. But it didn’t. The sweet, distinctly feminine scent of her wet pussy told me as much, and was driving me fucking crazy. Her back seemed to arch, just barely, as my thumb slowly rubbed her through her panties. I leaned in closer to her backside, my face right behind her. My dick was a steel rod inside my jeans, begging to be released. But it would have to wait.

I slid my left hand down her back after I nudged the back of her head, just reminding her that I could hold her down if I wanted to. Both hands were on her ass now, squeezing her cheeks as I traced my nose up the back of her thigh. Just teasing her a little. She wasn’t as panicked now. In fact, she seemed to be relaxed. At least, more than she was. Her breaths were quiet. Like she was waiting. Or at the very least, tolerating me. I smiled, my eyes closed as I squeezed her ass.

I curled my left index finger under the right side of her panties that covered her pussy, and she gasping loudly, squirming. She said something I couldn’t make out, muffled by the seat of the car as the sound disappeared into the cushion. I tugged her panties to the side, exposing the pink folds of her pussy.

She whimpered, moaning sharply in shocked surprise, and I added my middle and ring fingers around the fabric I pulled away, gripping them tightly as I pulled them out of the way. Her tight, pink asshole was right in front of my face, winking at me as it puckered nervously, embarrassed to be seen for the first time. God damn. It was so pretty. Adorable. Perfect. Just like the rest of her.

I leaned in and pressed my tongue against her pussy and quickly licked up her lips. She gasped loudly as her body rocked forward, a startled yelp of surprise loudly filling the car with her shock. I squeezed her right ass cheek with my right hand and spread it open, then planted my face against her pussy and sucked her wet folds between my lips, digging my tongue up in between them. Jesus fucking Christ, her pussy tasted good. So clean. So fresh.

Untouched.

Unused.

Virgin.

She inhaled sharply and her whole body tensed. She held her breath as my tongue rhythmically licked between her pussy lips, grazing her clitoris with each upward stroke. Her breaths started to come out in sharp, shallow puffs, as if she were whispering a very drawn out ‘ha…ha…ha…’

I licked up against her pussy hole, moaning in pleasure as I tasted the juices from her. I was the first to ever do this to her. My cock throbbed painfully at the thought, making me sigh in frustrated arousal.

She suddenly released a deep, long breath, louder than before. She must have turned her head to the side. Better that way. A better way to relax. A better way to enjoy it. Her body slid forward in the seat, so with a grunt, I grabbed around her thigh with my right and pulled her roughly back into my face, my tongue poking inside her pussy hole as my lips closed and planted a wet, loud kiss.

She moaned a long, high-pitched moan. Deeply, as if having a sudden, revelation. The confusing, utterly life changing revelation that something so sinful could feel so good. She raised up onto her hands, palms down against the seat of the car. Her head raised, slowly tilting in a big circle as her back arched. I spread her right ass cheek open again with my right hand, and attacked her clit with my tongue.

I felt her body tremble, softly shaking as if unable to reconcile the pleasure she felt with the feelings she felt. The morals she had always felt to be true. Morals of such purity that they would have been utterly revolted by the idea of her student kneeling behind her with his face in her ass, lapping his tongue at her soft, wet, warm pussy.

Yet, here we are.

I growled as I ate her, driven by my own arousal. I could have stroked my cock to completion while I feasted on her sweet pussy, coaxing out an enormous load as she enjoyed my warm, wet tongue as it wiggled and twisted and licked and lapped. I was so fucking turned-on.

I sucked her clit between my lips and quickly flicked my tongue over it again and again. I could hear the loud slurping sounds the suction of my lips were making, which meant she could hear them. I wonder how they made her feel, hearing how much I was enjoying this. Was she enjoying it as much?

“Mmmphh,” I grunted, sucking on her clit, and she sighed, humming a little. I closed my eyes, the wet sounds of my lips sucking hers music to my ears. “You taste so fucking good, Laura.” She inhaled loudly through her open mouth. Almost a gasp as I said her name, breaking the wall between student and teacher. Funny how our roles reversed when no one was watching, as I was now teaching her a few things. And I really hoped she wanted to learn.

I tilted my head to the left and quickly licked at her clit, my right thumb rubbing along her wet pussy hole, dangerously close to penetration. Just barely, I pushed it past the threshold, sliding it up past her entrance. She was so wet.

“Uhhngh,” she softly moaned, her voice high-pitched. I flicked my tongue faster still. I teased her entrance with my thumb. I hummed appreciatively in response.

“Uhhngh,” she moaned again, her voice rising even higher in pitch. I smiled. Cum for me, bitch. Cum for me. Don’t hold back.

I clamped my mouth around her clit and sucked it quickly in and out of my lips, raking my tongue across it as I gorged on her pussy. I knew she was close. So very close. That’s it baby, cum for me. Her breaths came out quickly, and I knew she was on the verge. Now to push her over that ledge into a whole new world.

I slid my thumb up past her entrance and pressed it against her tight asshole. She gasped loudly as the last of her resistance began to melt away.

“Hhhohhmygosh,” she exhaled in that adorable high-pitched voice, between fast and deep breaths, about to experience her first orgasm. “Hhhohmygosh. Hhhohmygosh.”

I softly pressed my thumb to her asshole as I slid up against it, just enough to stimulate it, adding to her pleasure. I hummed as I flattened my tongue and made large, lapping circles against her clit.

“HhhOHH-”

Her body tensed, and I knew. She was cumming. I pressed the tip of my thumb into her asshole, just until I felt that soft, sweet, magnificent resistance, and lapped at her clit like a thirsty dog. She was frozen as her body was wracked by the crashing waves of her orgasm. My cock, painfully straining, threatened to tear through the front of my jeans.

When her breath returned it came out loud and fast. Deep, sinful, shameful satisfaction oozed from her with each orgasmic sigh that dripped from her hot mouth. I swallowed one of her pubic hairs that stuck to the back of my tongue, then quickly rolled her over onto her back and **** my lips to hers, my tongue in her mouth. She continued riding her wave or orgasm, eyes half-lidded with lust. She licked my tongue as she moaned and sighed, her swollen, bright red pussy throbbing against my hand that replaced the tongue that was on her a few moments ago.

My middle finger dipped inside her and she gasped at the sudden penetration, moaning involuntarily as she tried to stick her tongue down my throat. I slid my fingers in and out of her, my hand and tongue guiding her through the final waves of her first orgasm, then slipped my fingers out sliding them along her naked thigh as we continued to passionately eat each other’s mouths.

The kiss ended gradually as the passion flowed, the moment fading until she stopped altogether. She let me continue to softly kiss her lips for a while longer, the scent of her hanging thick in the air inside the car. I tasted her pussy on her lips, savoring each delicate kiss as I watched her.

And then it was over. Her breaths returned to normal, and came out even. Satisfied. She softly a few times, her flushed pink face seemed to be glowing as she fought the urge to smile, even a little. I knew she wanted to. I always did after good orgasm. But she was embarrassed. Ashamed. I had seen the most intimate parts of her. Parts she had been saving. A promise to herself, broken.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end. For today, anyway. I smiled, satisfied with my performance. Satisfied with her. I softly smacked my lips together and tasted her again. Leaning in, I gently kissed her lips once more. She smoothly turned her head away, not looking at me.

“I guess I’m gonna go,” I said after I licked my lips. Her eyebrows wrinkled subtly. Did she not want me to leave? She closed her eyes, looking as if she might cry. Out of happiness or sadness, I’ll never know. Then I sat up, felt my cock flex inside my jeans, and looked back down at her. “I had a great time.” I softly pat her knee with my hand, letting it slide off as I opened the door and got out, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

I gently closed the car door, adjusted the strap of my backpack, and began the walk to my car in the main front parking lot around the other side of he school, her scent still strong on my fingers as I raised my hand to my nose and inhaled, smiling.