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CHAPTER FOUR

"To begin with," Clare said, "you were aroused and I was aroused; right?"

"Uh huh," Shirley nodded, looking at her teacher, who was sitting up in the bed. Her full, upstanding breasts looked more desirable than ever, and Shirley had to admit she still felt a desire to suck those breasts.

"Now tell me, do you feel better for what we've done?"

"Yes," Shirley admitted.

"Do you feel offended in any way?"

"No."

"Did I hurt you at all?"

"Gee, no."

"Well I'm not offended, nor was I hurt. So tell me, what harm was done?"

"Nothing, I guess," Shirley admitted.

"Shirley," Clare Wagner said, "you are a very, very sensual young girl. And as you grow older, this sensuality will heighten. And perhaps it's fortunate you have me for a friend, because you know there's no way I can ever make you pregnant."

"Well gee, what makes you so sure I'm sensual?" Shirley asked.

"I'll prove it," Clare said, making her sit up in the bed.

Shirley's eyes were riveted on her teacher's face. She felt a funny feeling in the pit of her belly as well as a sudden tightening in her buttocks. Clare's eyes seemed to glow in the dimness of the room as her face blocked everything else from Shirley's vision. The girl could feel the heat of her teacher's body next to her. The woman's thigh was against her own, and as Clare pressed her body to that of Shirley, both lay back down again. Shirley could feel Clare's breasts pressing against her own young chest, and the woman's nipples were like tiny swords, standing out, ready to attack.

"To begin with," Clare said… and took Shirley's face between her two hands. And before Shirley realized what was happening, her teacher was kissing her on the mouth, much the way Billy had done the previous day. She could feel Clare's tongue swimming into her mouth, and she found herself panting again, partly from the knowledge this wasn't really the right thing to do, but partly from the delicious feeling churning through her loins, making her hot cunt vibrate as if it were a big bass drum being struck again and again.

Without realizing it, Shirley brought her own tongue into play, licking into her teacher's mouth, sliding her oral digit between Clare's teeth. When one tongue withdrew, the other followed it into its mouth, then the second tongue withdrew, and the first tongue followed it.

Clare rolled one leg over Shirley's upper thighs and began rubbing her extended clitoris against Shirley's hipbone. The feeling was sensational, bringing the smoldering yearning in Shirley to white-hot arousal in the pre-teen's body. And the heat was fanned even more by the pressure of Clare's hands on her spine. Shirley could feel the woman's fingers fluttering lightly against her buttocks.

Shirley was all set to surrender all over again to the emotions burning in her body when Clare suddenly drew back, separating herself from the younger girl. An overwhelming loss seemed to fill Shirley, but was replaced by joy a moment later, when Clare said, "And here's more proof."

Leaning down, the older woman used her tongue to draw circles around Shirley's nipples, then pulled the left nipple between her lips, sucking strongly on it.

"Unh!"

It was a moan of total delight, bursting from Shirley's mouth as Clare continued to gently suckle the rubbery extension. Now Clare's hands changed from gentle, feathery wings to tiger's claws as they anxiously sought their prey. One hand locked on Shirley's free nipple, expertly teasing it, pulling it, massaging it, then releasing it, maintaining a rhythm with Clare's mouth on her other breast.

Clare's other hand had found the soft, hairless, tender lips of Shirley's cunt. The long middle finger of the older woman slid into the tight slot of the young girl, teasing it, but avoiding all contact with her anxious clitoris. And Shirley helplessly undulated her pelvis the entire time.

The girl could feel Clare's fingers remaining on the surface of her labia, in no way attempting to penetrate it. But as the cuntal crack between Shirley's labia became more and more greased, Clare's finger slid further and further back until it touched the tiny puckered ring inside the cleft between the girl's ass-cheeks. Here, the finger stopped for awhile, and then abruptly began an unrelenting pressure to push into the forbidden temple of sodom.

Shirley tried raising her hips to get away from the uncomfortable pressure. When it had been done to her the previous day, she had been totally unaware of it. But Clare's finger was moist and slippery, and the first joint of the finger slid in with almost no effort whatsoever.

"Uuhhhnnhhhh!" the young girl gasped.

Responding to the girl's sigh, Clare sucked all the harder on the young girl's nipple, almost as if attempting to wrench the raisin like extension from the girl's body. Clare pressed a bit harder, making Shirley writhe all the more.

Although it was still somewhat irritating to the young girl, it was an almost rapturous irritation. The finger embedded in her tiny, narrow anus now began writhing back and forth, very gently in an effort to sink deeper, but it made no headway. The asshole had so tightly closed itself around Clare's finger, each movement caused the sphincter to grip the probing finger all the more tightly.

Shirley was moaning now. There was no longer any pain or irritating sensation of any kind. Now she felt that alien thrill she had enjoyed the previous day when she had first become aware of a finger in her rectum. She could feel the naked muscles of her girlish buttocks flexing and unflexing as she became anxious to tug the finger in all the more deeply. Shirley was trembling, building toward another climax. This was impossible. First, to peak twice in less than an hour was unbelievable all by itself. But to peak from a finger being thrust into her asshole was even, less believable. The girl could feel her body rapidly climbing to its thrilling apex. The girl wanted the finger deeper now, and at the same time she wanted to feel what it was like to have something impaling her vagina. Oh golly! She ached to feel something long and hard inside her. Unnhh! She was vibrating, trembling, almost there now… yes… yes…

And then Clare eased her finger from the girl's bowels.

"Oh no, no, no!" the dismayed Shirley cried out.

The young girl tried sitting upright to plead from some kind of satisfaction, but Clare's hand pushed her back down.

Clare was sliding down now, moving until she was in a half-crouching position above the young girl's hips.

"See what I mean about sensuousness," she whispered to Shirley. "And now to prove it all over again."

Her mouth gently kissed Shirley's panting belly. The woman's tongue traced an erotic pattern across the young girl's belly. Once, in its travels, the tongue paused to dip into the girl's honeyed navel. Then it licked its way across to one of Shirley's hipbones, and traveled back the other way to lick at the other.

Shirley writhed, aching to feel the tender slit of her sodden cunt make contact with the firebrand of Clare's tongue. But whenever she spun her body in one direction, the tongue moved away.

Clare was enjoying herself immensely. She knew if she were found out she would be accused of impairing the morals of a minor, but deep down she knew she wasn't really corrupting the girl. Corruption referred to something evil, and what could be evil about making someone feel good?

Clare's hands busily parted Shirley's thighs, and when the young girl began opening her loins, the older woman grabbed a pillow and shoved it under the young girl, raising her bum higher. Now Clare's hungry mouth moved along the inside of Shirley's thighs, and the young girl felt overpowering waves of delight move with it. Clare's tongue licked along the entire length of thigh, first lapping the outside, then slowly moving inward, sliding higher. Shirley felt as if Clare's tongue was leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched.

Clare used her tongue like a paint brush, lapping up and down, licking here and there, but never the young girl's anxiously waiting pussy. Then, with her tongue against the back of Shirley's knee, Clare let her tongue leap to the other leg, and once again began washing slowly up toward the young girl's sensitive center.

Shirley simply lay there, her body as stiff and immobile as an oversized splint. Her hands swept through her own hair, and at one point her fingertips were pressing into her head. If she'd had nails, she'd have had ten little scalp wounds.

Clare's lips continued licking and kissing higher and higher, heading for the juicy goal between Shirley's thighs. Ecstasy filled Shirley's lust-constricted throat, and the girl tried screaming out her delight, but her vocal chords seemed paralyzed.

Clare's hand slid arousingly along the young girl's snow white inner thigh until it brushed the silken softness of her juicy outer labia. The pressure of Clare's fingers against her aching vagina was an electric shock. Shirley felt the fingers caressing, doing something. The thumb and forefinger were parting her hot, moist lips, and then…

"Aaaaiiieeeee!" Shirley screamed with helpless passion as she felt the lengthy tongue from Clare's mouth flicker through the turmoiled depths of her sodden cunt. "Oh… uuggghhhh… oh don't stop… for heaven's sake, don't stop…"

The woman's tongue drove in deeply, sinking between two hot, well-lubed layers of virginal, vaginal labia. This brought another deep moan of delirious delight from the girl. Now Clare's tongue began lapping back and forth, back and forth, in, out, as if it were a slender, slick cock. But there was more to come, for even as Clare nailed the length of her tongue into the tremulous depths of Shirley's aching cunt, feeling the hot, clasping depths of the girl's tender cunt walls attempt to clutch her tongue, Clare's thumb was tenderly rubbing Shirley's clitoris.

In the meantime, Clare slid her other hand beneath the young girl's bucking body and returned her finger to the girl's rectum. This time, when it sought entry, there was no resistance whatsoever. She had the finger in up to the second knuckle before Shirley was aware of its presence. Then Clare began moving the finger in a circular motion, trying to widen the anal opening. A moment later, the entire length of the finger was completely buried in Shirley's back passage, reaching into her colon. And the circular pressure had widened the rectum enough so that Clare was able to slide a second finger inside.

"Uhhhhh… good… good… good…" was all Shirley could gasp.

It seemed as if her entire world had suddenly spun out of orbit. Everything was speeding by her. She bypassed thousands of galaxies and millions of stars. And then it all seemed to come rushing in on her, as if every planet, every star, and every comet in the universe was on a collision course.

"Aaaiiiyyyaaagggghhhhh!" Shirley was screaming.

Mad insane sounds issued forth from her throat; sounds that made no sense whatsoever, as she bucked wildly. Her hands grasped Clare's head, slamming it up and down between her widespread thighs, ramming the woman's nose into her soft meat again and again. Hot, lathering foam came zipping out of her, but Shirley continued trying to force Clare's face into her streaming cunt. Her heels and elbows slammed wickedly into the bed's satin sheets, and her pubis undulated like a jackhammer gone completely out of control.

This was an orgasm that was greater that the other two, combined. It surged through her with the speed of a whipsaw as she screamed out, "I'm coming… I'm coming… I'm…uuggghhhhhh… commmmiiinnngguuhh!"

And because of the continuing pressure of the tongue, Shirley thought she would never stop coming.