A Special Teacher Conc.

Conclusion

Isabelle lifted her broken ankle slightly, offering the foot to Sophie, who cradled it in her hands. Sophie ran her fingertips over the toes.

As the young woman's hands drifted up the cast before her, Isabelle lifted her foot farther and brushed her toes over Sophie's lips.

Sophie gasped. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue over those toes and their red-painted nails. She licked over them and under them, before greedily sucking first the big toe, then all of
its sisters, into her mouth.

A deep sigh came from the young woman. She wiggled her toes in Sophie's warm, wet mouth. The student continued to suck them for a bit, while she run the flat of her hand along the soft cast covering her broken ankle.

Reaching the knees, she paused to nibble on the soft spot at the edge of her cast making Isabelle tremble. The teacher reached out blindly to click the "Start" button on the Microsoft player.

Hopefully the sound would cover the noises that both of them knew were approaching.

Sophie started the march of her lips up the back of Isabelle's thigh, shifting to settle between the woman's legs and bring her tongue to the sensitive inside of the thigh. Her hands kept pace on the teacher's other leg, exploring what she had been fantasizing about all term.

"Sophie," whispered Isabelle again. When Sophie's glazed eyes look up, the woman instructed the girl kneeling before her.

"Take your clothes off."

When Sophie started to rise, Isabelle stopped her.

"No, don't get up. Strip where you are."

Sophie shivered. It took but a moment to pry her sandals off, to unbutton and shed the white shirt she had been wearing, the ends knotted under her breasts.

She was not wearing a bra.

Then it only remained for her to unfasten and squirm out of her cut-off jeans shorts and her white cotton panties.

Sophie had gone down on more than one woman before, ever since the first time. This was so different though. After weeks of incredible sex with her father she now pleasing the daughter.

After kissing back and forth from one thigh to the other as she worked her way up the legs she so desired, she found she couldn’t wait to force her tongue inside Isabelle's pussy.

For her part, Isabelle was lost completely in the caress of her student's mouth and hands. Sophie continued her oral ministrations to the now flowing pussy. Then Sophie found Isabelle's clit.

Sophie's tongue was pressing and the sensation was incredible, making Isabelle squirm wildly in her chair and hump her pussy against the young woman's face.

Even as Isabelle felt herself beginning to ride the crest of the oncoming wave, she knew she wanted to do something more for the young woman giving her such pleasure.

She stretched out her leg, running her cast between Sophie's legs.
Pushing her broken ankle, she wiggled her toes against the dark curls of Sophie's pussy.

"Oh, good LORD," moaned Sophie, a sentiment and sound that was echoed by Isabelle. The hard cast, pushed between her lips and into her tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around Isabelle's broken ankle and slid her body up and down.

Both women were lost in the moment. Isabelle broken ankle was throbbing in pain when pushing her toes in and out of Sophie's pussy. She lifted her foot slightly and was rewarded by a muffled cry as her big toe touched Sophie's clit.

That cry was muffled because Sophie buried her mouth on Isabelle's pussy, sucking the flowing juices. As Isabelle foot fucked the young woman, she responded by licking, then biting over Isabelle's own clit. The shudder of one coming was enough to bring the other one to the edge and push her over. Both teacher and student orgasmed together, almost violently.


The end