Lesbea Student offers herself to teacher
Title: “A Loving Lesson”
The dorm’s echoing halls, empty and still, greeted Anna as she crept out of bed well before dawn. The bustling campus, a mere shell of its energetic daytime self, seemed to stretch out endless before her under the ghosts of streetlights dancing with shadows. She made haste, not wanting to be seen or questioned about why Prague’s most studious student was wandering about at this ungodly hour. Her destination burned in her mind like a beacon, guiding her steps sure and determined. After a few minutes, she found herself standing before the hulking red brick edifice that was the History Department, from which all her academic woes began.
Anna took a deep breath, her heart pattering heavily behind her ribs. This was crazy. Manic even. But these months of quiet suffering and unrequited pining finally sparked into a desperate need to express herself, consequences be damned. Slinking shadows across from the department’s main entrance, Anna fiddled with brittle dead leaves and garnering courage. She knew Ava, her beloved professor, would arrive soon to prepare for today’s tutorial. It was now or never.
With a trembling hand, she reached out and pulled the heavy oak door open, revealing the echoing lobby within. Thankfully, the custodians had left quite a few lights on overnight, illuminating Anna’s solitary path to her prize. Up the broad spiral staircase she jogged, profiled in confliction and resolve. Each step echoed her racing thoughts. Upon reaching Ava’s office, Anna paused a moment to calm herself before gently knocking. Silence. A few more enfuriating moments where time seemed to evaporate, torturing Anna with anxious anticipation, before, finally, the turn of the door handle and the groaning creak of the heavy wood. Light spilled out into the dim hallway, and there stood Ava, dark red hair tumbling over her shoulders, silhouetted for a moment before stepping forward and enveloping the trembling student into her embrace, uniting their heaving bosoms in passion’s cradle.
Ava’s perfume enveloped Anna as her lips captured the brunette’s mouth, trading sweet saliva as their tongues entwined. The student melted into the professor’s grip, knees noodling as heat rushed to engulf her entire body. Strong hands worked downward, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on Anna’s blouse, exposing tender flesh still chilled from the night air. Ava pulled back, eliciting a desperate, lust-addled whimper from the coveted student. Ava openly gawked at the nocturnal visitor, eyes roving hungrily from the swell of exposed cleavage to the curved, full promise of plush breasts yet to be unveiled.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Ava lunged forward, clutching Anna to her and capturing one pert nipple between her lips, suckling greedily. Anna gasped and arched her back as the professor’s skilled mouth worked magic on the sensitive bud. Moisture pooled hot and heavy between the student’s thighs, her delicate slip doing little to inhibit the engorged nub pulsing with desire. Ava’s hands roved across Anna’s body, cupping and kneading, delighting in the girl’s writhing desperation.
Breaking contact at last, Ava grinned wolfishly at the red-faced, panting, quivering wisp in her grasp. “Well, Anna darling, while I absolutely adore your aggressively provocative entrance, I must ask: to what do I owe the pleasure of this obviously lust-caked visit?” she purred, vocabulary swimming in heavy, drawn-out syllables dripping with coy intent.
Anna, barely clinging to any semblance of coherence, strained her voice to a breathy rasp. “I-I…I need you, Professor Ava. All semester, watching you, admiring you, it’s made my body ache with yearning, with- with longing. I c-c-can’t take it any longer. Please, I beg of you, satisfy me… Satisfy us both…”
Ava’s eyes darkened in lust as she lifted Anna’s chin, fingers curling possessively around the student’s neck, thrilled to feel the thundering pulse at her touch. “As you wish, my pet,” the professor growled hungrily. With the skill and deftness one cultivates through years of teaching, Ava led Anna deeper into the office, kicking the door shut behind them and sealing the lovers away from a prying world.
There, in the dimness where only the azure glow of a solitary lamp pierced the rewarming darkness, cloth was divested, muscles and curves were revealed. Dove-grey eyes met fiery amber, lost in an eternity of gazing, of connection, of two souls cleaving as one. Tongues warred and bodies entwined as they fell to the carpeted floor. Ava insisted she be first to hunger between Anna’s legs, reveling in the sounds of adolescent pleasure as she worshipped the student’s weeping flower with skillful lips, tongue, and teeth.
Minutes swollen with shared bliss dilated into eons, until it was Anna’s turn at bat, her attentions honed down to perfection by Ava’s patient, guiding hand. The student brunette did not disappoint, lavishing the lush redhead until she succumbed to a wave of mind-shattering ecstasy.
Boneless and brimming with persevering passion, Ava lifted Anna into her arms, carrying her slight figure to the studio-sized desk dominating the opposite wall. Sweeping the surface clean in one fell swoop, the professor settled them both upon it, using all manner of deft maneuvering to rendezvous between their undulating bodies. As they danced upon the very desk from which Ava prompted her lectures, there was little else but pulsation and perspiration to punctuate their frenzied affection – at least until Anna wheeled her supple hips back and enveloped the professor’s nimble fingers with her creaming sheath. Undulating with wild abandon, the student rode her teacher’s hand with blatant furor, whimpered moans and muttered begging strewn between them until the professor snaked her foot across the floor and retrieved her trusty dildo from its hiding place.
There, naked and writhing strewn upon the blemished kneeler of academia, the student and professor indulged until day began to break, Anna’s hymen splitting apart on the fake cock’s persistent penetration, the brunette’s nails scoring bloody welts into Ava’s back as they joined in union and climaxed again and again until the office wall was painted in streaks of red, a litany of ecstatic cries blurred with sleepy euphoria.
