C4 Chapter 4

Sally had been using the toilet during this call, and whilst Asami took her turn in the lavatory the older woman poured two large glasses of chilled Californian Chardonnay.

The ex-student and her former teacher drank a toast to each other in the kitchen, their eyes drinking more than their mouths.

Then they took the glasses with them as Sally led Asami by the hand up the stairs and along to the main bedroom.

The centerpiece of this was her greatest indulgence: the largest king-size double bed that she had been able to find, and Asami admired it with salacious anticipation.

Sally pulled the large duvet off the mattress, leaving the bare expanse of the pink undersheet.

The teacher removed her cashmere vest (which was carefully folded into a drawer), her blouse and the gray slacks, and then Asami stepped up behind her, reaching round to cup her breasts for a gentle grope before unclasping the blonde’s bra and tossing it away.

This left Sally in her hold ups and high heels, a look which Asami found very much of a turn-on.

As Sally eagerly watched, Asami slipped out of her green dress, putting it on a spare hanger in Sally’s closet; now she, too, was naked apart from her hold-ups and shoes.

Sally felt suddenly sure of how she wanted to take Asami, a desire for dominance taking hold of her.

As the opening gambit in the campaign, she positioned the pretty Japanese-American on her back, legs apart but not widespread.

Then the older blonde climbed onto the bed next to her, sliding her legs between Asami’s so that their cunts were pressed together for a classic tribbing session.

At once, Sally began to hump and grind, and her superior physical condition soon told – although she might be the older of them, she was certainly the fitter.

As their sopping cunts mashed against each other, they reached out with their free hands to clutch and grope the other woman’s breasts, further adding to the erotic stimulation.

Asami was hugely aroused; curiously, although she was physically the slighter of the two, her pussy was both more prominent and wider and larger than her former teacher’s.

This had the effect of forcing her labia further apart, whilst the friction of Sally’s hot and inflamed lips rubbed along the inside of Asami’s vagina.

Within a few moments the Japanese-American beauty was in the throes of her first orgasm, her eyes screwed shut as she climaxed with a series of mewling wails.

Sally was relentless – not for a moment did she pause to acknowledge her ex-student’s climax, as she continued to press her unsatisfied pussy against Asami’s lubricated and highly-sensitive flesh.

In fact, the half-Asian babe came four times before Sally rode the wave of her own first orgasm – which had been helped along by Asami slipping a hand in to feel the top of Sally’s pussy and rub frantically at the nub of her clitoris.

After the tribbing, Sally continued the mutual satisfaction with a long flexible double-ended dildo, but taking the dominant position.

Asami was content to lie passively on her back, legs spread wide open and one end of the dildo tube deeply penetrating her, as Sally rode the other end, the rise and fall of her hips slapping the plastic phallus in and out of both of their vaginas.

Asami lifted up her hands to cup and cradle Sally’s bouncing breasts, and then suddenly squeezed on them, causing a convulsion to run through the frame of the older blonde – it started as a shudder, and became a full-scale earthquake, so much so that in the aftermath of climax Sally collapsed forwards on top of Asami, cradling her in her arms and whispering soft endearments.

‘Wow, Ms H!’ gasped Asami, ‘that was so amazing – you are so hot, lady!’

Then her voice turned confiding, as she added: ‘you know, since when I discovered that I’m a lesbian, I’ve quite often thought about you ... I always admired you, and I’ve had so many fantasies about this, about doing it with you – so this really is a dream come true for me, literally it is!’

The teacher sighed happily. ‘It is for me, too, you sexy babe – I did fancy you very, very much when you were at school, but I’ve always thought it wrong to have an affair with a student, quite apart from the risks involved ... but I would lie here at nights, bringing myself off with the vibrator, and imagining having you here, in my arms and in my bed ... but I never thought it would ever, ever actually happen.’

‘There’s a way I’ve wanted to take you’, said Asami, with sudden determined vigor; ‘do you have a strap-on I could use?’

‘Mmmm?’ replied the teacher, ‘oh! – yes, yes I do!’ She left the bed for a moment to cross to a wardrobe, returning with a quite substantial strap-on dildo in her hands. It was at least eight inches long and over an inch in diameter, not fully life-like but with an enlarged and ribbed knob at the tip.

Sally handed it to her former student, who deftly buckled the straps into place around her hips and waist.

Asami then instructed the blonde woman to kneel on the bed so that her butt was sticking out over the edge of the mattress, and the slight half-Asian babe positioned herself behind her former-teacher’s spread buttocks.

Sally’s vulva was open, glistening with juices and perfectly in line with the dildo. Asami took a firm grip on Sally’s hips and then rode the dildo forwards, sinking it into the older woman’s cunt-hole.

Sally gave a deep grunt as she was penetrated by the first firm thrust from Asami’s pelvis, and then a shaky moan as the dildo was withdrawn.

Asami paused for a tantalizing second before thrusting in again, and then she began to speed up, until her hips were whiplashing backwards and forwards, the dildo shaft slamming in and out of the older woman’s pussy like a piston rod.

Sally was starting to mumble incoherent words, her hands clawing at the bedsheet, her knees spread wide and a transported look of ecstasy on her face.

Suddenly she rose up slightly, arching her back and giving a series of sharp yelping cries as she had her biggest orgasm yet, and then she fell forwards in something not far off from a faint.

Asami had come herself from the stimulation of fucking her former teacher in this way, and she collapsed on top of Sally’s back, kissing the older woman passionately on the shoulders and the back of the neck, and slipping her deft hands underneath her body to find and grasp her breasts.

They remained like this for a while, breathless not just from their physical exertions but still more from the realization of their long-held fantasies.

Eventually, Asami withdrew the dildo, with Sally sighing deeply as it rubbed along her vaginal walls on the way out.

The two women took turns in the bathroom, and then climbed back into bed, both still naked, but this time under the large duvet.

They lay in each other’s arms, caressing gently and kissing softly, until first Asami and then Sally drifted off into a deep and contented sleep.

In the morning, Sally lent Asami a robe and they breakfasted in their dressing gowns, before going back to bed for another long and lazy fuck with the double-ended dildo.

After a few moments, Sally eased the slippery plastic tube out of their well-lubricated cunts, and then swung herself around into the classic 69 position, dropping her mouth to devour Asami’s pussy and shoving her own spread-open crotch back onto the young Japanese-Americans eager lips.

The two women took their time with this as well, letting the sensuous feelings mount slowly and inexorably.

They did not aim for simultaneous orgasms, but rather to take it in turns – whoever was on top would tongue the other woman to a climax and then, her pleasurable duty done, she would roll underneath to become the one being eaten out.

They pursued this through several orgasms each, and then cuddled up, dozing in each other’s arms until the early afternoon.

After a quick shower, it was time for Asami to leave, with Sally waving from the front porch as she drove away in the neat little metallic-blue Ford that somehow suited her so well.

The wistful smile on Sally’s face was due to the hot young half-Asian babe’s promise to visit again when she next made a trip home, although that would not be for two or three months.

Sally Henrikson had profoundly enjoyed her wonderful, amazing night with Asami, which was so much like a dream come true.

It had also strengthened her growing determination not to let her love-life continue to drift so aimlessly.

She knew that what she really needed was a permanent relationship with someone fit and attractive who was around her own age.

There are lots of good-looking women in their 30s, she mused, thinking suddenly of her former classmate Tessa, whom she had spotted at the reunion.

Sally hadn’t seen her for several years, and she had thought that Tessa was wearing very well, looking trim and pretty in a nicely mature kind of way.

She needed someone like that – not actually Tessa, obviously, she was married with kids, but for some reason she stuck in the mind.

However, Sally thought wryly, the problem was finding that someone discreetly; it was a small town, and in her job she couldn’t be too careful about avoiding any possible scandal.

She gave a slightly dispirited sigh, and went back into the house to put on her jogging outfit and yet again run off her frustrations..

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TBC…