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Introduction:

Principal Maggie Turner is seduced and turned by a former student turned teacher at her school

When Taisha walked away, the yellow skirt highlighted her curved hips as they swayed so fluidly. Everything about her was sexy and intoxicating. Her ebony back and shoulders were almost fully exposed except for the bright yellow tube top that was nearly blinding in contrast. Taisha's skin glistened beautifully, and Maggie recalled how silky smooth it was.

There was an elegance about Taisha that made Maggie want her so much it hurt. That image of her walking away would stay in her mind as she immediately began planning for their dinner that evening. Sam would be home late from the RV Show. He always was.

Her mind raced as she replayed the mornings events. Taisha had given her, without a doubt, the single most sexually satisfying, yet also, one of the most frustrating mornings of her life. Then she thought, "If nothing else happened for a month, it would be the most satisfying month ever."

Her body was the most relaxed she could ever recalled. Taisha had delivered the best full body massage ever, made her feel more alive and wanted than anyone ever has before, and delivered powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm. Maggie had never given herself so completely to anyone and had no reason to complain, but Taisha refused to let her reciprocate. So many new desires had been awakened in Maggie, but Taisha continued to deny her the chance to pleasure her in return. As frustrating as it was, it only made her want her more.

Five orgasms just this morning! Yet, her focus was on not once being able to reciprocate. Her mind had been racing for days about feeling her fingers inside Taisha, tasting her, and pressing her tongue inside her hot wet pussy. She wanted to touch and feel every inch of Taisha and feel her come from Maggie's touch.

She'd never really given thought to being with a woman, before. Now, it was all she could think of. Five orgasms! And she was already wet and aroused like she hadn't come in weeks. Her mind could barely grasp the juxtaposition from always being in control and in charge, to being completely submissive to her former student and current employee.

She only knew she had to have her; and would do anything for that chance. In her rational moments she wondered how much of this Taisha had planned, and how much longer Taisha could hold out, without some sort of personal satisfaction in all of this. Maggie had begged her, and she would only reply, "In due time, Principal Turner, in due time." If Maggie heard that one more time, she thought she would scream! Then she was struck by a feeling of guilt. This beautiful African goddess selflessly, repeatedly, practically worshiped her and brought her pleasures, previously beyond comprehension. What did she possibly have to be ungrateful for?

She pulled herself together and decided she would shower and primp and make herself ready for dinner and whatever else Taisha might have in store for her. A thousand ways to pleasure her, Taisha had promised.

While Maggie prepared a chicken noodle casserole, Taisha prepped in her own way.

She had just finished having Lizzy, her former rival turned cunt-licking little slut, service her after her morning with Principal Turner. She was disappointed in herself, as she had planned to spend the entire day with Principal Turner, the object of her obsession for so many years now, but her pussy ached so badly for relief she had no choice but to pay a visit to Lizzy. Lizzy made her come twice, and she now felt back in control. She was shocked how close to dinner time it was, already. She would need to hurry.

"Okay, Lizzy. I need to shower and get ready for my appointment. So as your reward for being such a committed cunt licker, I am going to let you wash and shave me, now," Taisha said, matter-of-factly.

"Thank you, Ms. Smith, I would like that," said Lizzy, compliantly. She did relish the thought of seeing Taisha completely naked and getting to explore every inch of her body. "The shower is this way, my Goddess." She offered her hand and Taisha took it.

Taisha grinned as she followed Liz, admiring her petite tight little body. She just loved her round little naked ass and little tits with the oversized nipples. When they entered the shower, Taisha stepped into the stream of hot water and wet herself down. Her smile widened as Lizzy ogled her while lathering her up with the washcloth.

After a moment she offered Lizzy her back side, and she dutifully began washing her neck and shoulders.

The shape of them excited Liz as she rubbed the soapy cloth over them, slowly. She methodically worked the rag across her back and then traced the curve of her lower back, covering every inch of her beautiful ebony body.

When she reached her ass, Liz sighed and spread the soapy film over her warm, firm buns. She ran the cloth over what seemed like a smiley face below her cheeks and then brought it up between them.

Taisha responded by spreading her legs slightly to give her full access.

Liz ran the towel up and down her ass crack several times, pushing the cloth firmly in as she moved down past her dark little sphincter and on down between her legs. She moaned again as she felt the cloth separate Taisha's labia.

She repeated that path several times until Taisha spoke. "Lizzy, honey, I think you've washed that area, thoroughly. I appreciate your commitment."

Liz moved on down her legs and thighs. She loved the feel of running both hands up the length of Taisha's legs, admiring their shape and strength.

When she moved to the front she started high again, looking into Taisha's eyes and longing to kiss her full, dark lips. She washed her shoulders as Taisha seemed to tease her, leaning slightly forward as if moving in for a kiss, and then pulling back.

As she worked lower, she reached Taisha's full breasts and black Areola. Taisha's breasts seemed to point slightly apart compared to her petite little cone-shaped breasts, that pointed dead ahead. She noted the feel of Taisha's nipples as she washed them both, a little too thoroughly, as well. When she knelt to wash her lower body, she gazed at her black, triangular bush, longing to taste her tangy sweetness again. The taste still lingered in her mouth.

When she finished washing her, Taisha spread her legs wide and pushed her pelvis forward. "I hope you have a good razor and a steady hand, Lizzy." Taisha smiled down at her.

Liz nodded and gabbed it from the shelf. She meticulously shaved the edges of Taisha's muff, removing any forming stubble. Then she pushed her labia to the side and shaved around her precious pussy lips.

She finished with her legs and underarms, rubbing her soap-covered hands over every inch, feeling for stubble.

When she finished, Taisha decided to give her a reward for good behavior. "Excellent, Lizzy! Now, rinse yourself off and get warm, sweetie," she said, stepping aside and letting Liz come under the hot water.

Taisha took the washcloth, lathered it up, and pulled her out of the water flow. "You've been a good little cunt-licker today, Lizzy," said Taisha, looking in her eyes and moving in for a kiss. She quickly brushed lips, and then pulled back. "I better wash that little slut cunt, and make sure it's good and clean."

Lizzy whimpered and a rush of heat flooded her pussy. She wiggled her feet apart, giving herself to Taisha. Liz's lips began to tremble, and she gasped as the soapy cloth rubbed her, slowly.

"You insatiable little... Are you getting excited, again?" asked Taisha, as she rubbed harder.

Liz whimpered as Taisha taunted her, brushing lips before giving her a slow, tongue-probing kiss. Then, she eagerly sucked in Taisha's tongue and moaned loudly when Taisha dropped the cloth and began to rub her with her soapy fingers.

Taisha was surprised when Liz threw her arms around her neck and put a bear hug on her.

Liz went up onto tip-toes as Taisha slipped two fingers into her tight little pussy. She sucked hard on Taisha's tongue, whimpering when Taisha's fingers slid all the way in. Liz broke the kiss and buried her face in Taisha's shoulder, moaning loud and high. She did not understand the effect Taisha had on her, but exploring her naked body had her juices flowing, and when Taisha touched her, she lost all control. She brought her right leg up and wrapped it around Taisha's left leg in a snake grip, spreading her pussy for the woman's probing fingers.

"Lizzy, you are a horny little slut, aren't you?" said Taisha, mesmerized by the tight grip Liz's soaked pussy had on her two fingers.

The bear hug continued, and Liz whimpered and nodded. "What you do, huh, to me, Ms. Smith!"

"You got it bad, Lizzy. One more time, then I must get to my meeting, honey. Do you want it slow and steady," whispered Taisha, pushing her fingers in deep and then back out, slowly, "...or hard and fast?"

Taisha's fingers began pounding her at lightning speed, causing a high squeal to escape Liz before she could respond. She managed the presence of mind to want to make it last.

"Slow, please! S-slow, oh yes, please. Slow and steady, Ms. Smith," gasped Liz.

"Such a tight, hungry, little pussy, Lizzy!" Taisha continued to slowly and relentlessly finger fuck her. "How many times can you come, honey?"

Liz was again being brought to climax by Taisha with just a couple fingers. She had come more times in a matter of days than she had in the past two years with Tony. The feel of Taisha's breast pressed against her, and their naked wet bodies entwined, was like nothing she had ever quite felt before.

"Oh God, Ms. huh! Ms. Sm, ith, I'm com, ming for you. Coming f-for you. Coming ffforrrrr yyyyouuuu!"

As her climax passed, Taisha smiled. "Okay, Lizzy, you can let go, now. I really need to get ready."

Liz felt a rush of emptiness when Taisha pulled her fingers out and stepped out of the shower. "You might need to clean up again, Lizzy," she said, with a hint of condescension.

As Taisha dried off and dressed, she spoke to Liz, who was washing up. "Tell you what, Lizzy. If you make me a video demonstrating your new toy for me, I may use it on you next time, 'kay?" said Taisha.

"Thank you, Ms. Smith," she said meekly.

"Welcome, Lizzy. You rest up today, but I want you to send me a video tomorrow."

"Yes, Ms. Smith," said Liz, thinking about being bent over and fucked by Taisha with the strap-on.

Taisha arrived back at the RV about twenty minutes before dinner. The blinds to the house were pulled, disappointing her and exciting her at the same time. She wondered if that meant Principal Turner was wearing the outfit she got her, already. Seeing her in it far exceeded her expectations.

Taisha's plan was going wonderfully and, now that Lizzy had taken the edge off, she felt like she could control herself for the rest of the evening and would soon take the next step in turning Principal Maggie Turner completely.

In the house Maggie took one last look at herself in the mirror. The outfit Taisha gave her made her feel a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming excitement. She had never worn thigh-high stockings before. She thought only porn sluts wore something like that. But looking at herself in them, and recalling the way Taisha looked at her, she never felt so sexy in her life. The rush was invigorating.

The bra and panties were also like nothing she would ever have imagined wearing before this morning. But as she looked and twirled in the mirror, she felt sexy and horny, and free. The things she experienced this morning were earth shaking. Taisha made her feel wanted like never before, and her confidence was higher than ever.

The panties were black with sparkles intertwined in the fabric. The front was a triangle that just covered her muff and cut in and lay tight over her labia. The waistband was a thin 1/4" ribbon of elastic that wrapped around high over her hips. Emanating from the top side of the triangle were two sets of matching elastic ribbons attached about 1/2 inch apart. One set attached just on the left side of the center line and wrapped around to the right. The other started on the right side and wrapped to the left. The four straps crisscrossed and with the waistband formed a pattern of six little diamonds of skin, peeking through just above her pubic mound.

The straps wrapped around high on her hips with the waist band and converged in a similar pattern of skin diamonds just above her ass crack. The back had a tiny little triangle of fabric at the tip of her crack with butt floss below. Before this, she did not like thong panties at all, but seeing herself in the outfit Taisha bought for her made her almost lust for her own body. She had never felt anything like this before. She was proud of her ass as she looked in the mirror.

The bra was similar. Fundamentally it was a standard bra, with an inch-wide strap that clasped in back. Straight, over the shoulder straps attached at the top of each cup and connected with the back strap just below each shoulder blade. It pushed her tits up while it cut low in front, with three crisscrossed elastic ribbons from the bottom of each breast that ran low and around to a two-inch-tall triple-clasp connection in the center of her back.

As she looked at her backside in the mirror, she was taken by the outfit. She would have never thought of something like this for herself. But as she stared at herself there was something mesmerizingly sexy about the added triple straps running across the center of her back halfway between the bra strap and the triple panty strap. The black color popped against her lightly tanned skin.

Again, she wondered how Taisha seemed to press every button to excite her. She looked at herself, spinning slowly in the mirror, and realized it was ten till five. She walked down the stairs, feeling a little more self-conscious with each step. The reality of her dinner attire was almost too much.

Maggie pushed ahead, trying to breathe calmly. She had been in a thousand high-pressure meetings in her career, and always seemed to exude confidence with ease. But this was different; she was literally exposed like never before.

She brought the casserole and salad to the table, poured some white wine and lit two candles. When Taisha knocked, her heart raced and she froze. Should she run to the door or play it cool? She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"It's open," she yelled, standing at the end of the dining room table, trying to look calm and natural and sexy, but feeling naked, and vulnerable and silly.

When Taisha stepped inside, they saw each other and stopped. Taisha's breath left her as she drank in the vision of Principal Maggie Turner in that outfit.

When Maggie saw the expression on her face, she flushed with heat. The beautiful Goddess looked at her with wanting, loving eyes, speechless, and mouth agape. Suddenly the anxiety and vulnerability seemed to fade.

"Principal Turner," Taisha paused. "I should never have accepted your invitation to dinner."

Maggie looked confused.

"Food is the last thing on my mind."

Maggie smiled and blushed. "It will keep, Ms. Taisha. Is there something I can do to clear your mind for you?" She stood seductively with one hand on her hip and slowly turned around, giving Taisha the full view. When she faced Taisha again, she also was in awe of Taisha with the full Oshun ensemble the village elders had given her.

She wore a bright yellow tube top that exploded against her ebony skin. It was semi-loose fabric that cinched above and below her breasts, then tied under her right arm. There were copper arm bands on her biceps and forearms, with several solid copper bracelet rings on her wrists.

Her hair was down and flowing, with a copper head piece that had a beaded necklace that hung from it and spanned her forehead. Her midriff was completely exposed, revealing her dark, shimmering, muscular belly and round inward belly button. She had on a full-length, yellow pleated skirt. The waistband was a shimmering copper-colored two-inch-wide strap, that cut down from her hips to form a V just above her pubic mound.

Her arms, neck and shoulders contrasted with the bright yellow fabric. It was obvious why the villagers had given her such a lavish gift. Her beauty was remarkable. Her lips full, dark, and oh-so-soft; her skin smooth and glistening. Looking in her large, dark eyes was almost hypnotic. The shape of her nose and cheek bones was perfect symmetry, and when combined with her warm bright smile brought a sense of elegance that captivated Maggie.

"I'm not sure I can ever clear my mind. You create so many conundrums, Principal Turner. I love seeing you in that outfit more than almost anything. But all the things it brings to mind require that you remove it." Taisha took one step closer, and Maggie's heart raced.

She knew exactly what Taisha was saying. The Oshun outfit was stunningly beautiful, but all she could think about was removing it, and kissing every inch of the ebony body before her. Her body ached for her. Her throat tightened; she felt as though she had to tell herself to breathe.

"Dinner smells delicious, but my appetite is for something much different." Taisha took another step.

Maggie, felt like an excited teen seeing her secret crush notice her for the first time. She managed to speak. "It will keep..."

Suddenly her cell phone burst to life, shattering the moment, and nearly causing Maggie to jump out of her skin. It was Sam's ring tone.

Taisha smiled and looked at the table where Maggie's cell phone lay.

Maggie thought of ignoring it, but given the outfits they were both wearing, she had a sinking feeling their costume party was about to be crashed.

"That's Sam. I better get that, just in case," said Maggie, disappointed. "Hello?" She answered, holding the phone so Taisha could hear.

Sam was a loud talker, so no speaker phone was needed. "Hey, Maggie. I had a great day and wrapped up early. Should be home in about half an hour." Both women looked exasperated. "Do you want to go to dinner, somewhere? Haven't been to Mario's for a while."

Maggie's eyes rolled and Taisha's nostrils flared.

"Well, actually, I have dinner just about ready. I thought I'd be eating alone, but this will work out. Can you stop and grab some ice cream for dessert, on your way?" asked Maggie, trying not to show her disappointment.

"Sure! See you in forty-five minutes. Love you," said Sam, cheerily.

"You, too," Maggie replied and hung up.

"Good ole Sam," said Taisha sarcastically. She was going to enjoy her plans for him. "Well then, Principal Turner," she locked eyes and moved almost nose to nose. "Time is of the essence. I had such plans for you, this evening." She slid her right hand over Maggie's left cheek, feeling her silky hair against the back of her hand, as she gripped her neck gently and pulled her in.

Maggie took in a deep breath as Taisha's parting lips approached hers. Their lips seemed to melt together as Maggie lost herself in the warm softness of Taisha's lips. She moaned softly, and the warmth spread through her body. Their tongues danced magically as Taisha's minty freshness filled her mouth. The kiss filled her body with an electric-like tingle from hair follicles to toenails. Goose bumps covered her body as her hands slid over Taisha's exposed sides and wrapped around her back. The silky-smooth warmth was heavenly, and she squeezed Taisha against her.

Taisha broke the kiss, looked in Maggie's eye, and let her fingers slide down Maggie's shoulders to the band in the center of her back. Next, two fingers on each side traced the gap between the three bands from the center of Maggie's back to the bottom of her breasts.

"I love touching you, Principal Turner. You are so beautiful." Her eyes sparkled as her hand slid over Maggie's breasts, before tracing their way along her bra strap to the clasp on her upper back. "I so much wanted to take my time with you, this evening. But we can still make the most of it," she said, while she popped the clasp on the bra. "Unfortunately, I am going to need to hold on to your gift. It would be hard to explain where you got this outfit, without wearing it for him. I assure you, that was not my intent."

Next, her hands slid softly down to the secondary clasp mid-back, and she quickly popped it free.

Maggie stared into those dark captivating eyes and suddenly felt the need for those lips, again. She wanted Taisha to take her right then and there. Her tongue slid between those luscious lips again, as Taisha masterfully slipped the bra straps off her shoulders.

Maggie thrust her tongue into Taisha's mouth as she let her arms hang free to allow the bra to fall to the floor. She quickly wrapped her arms around Taisha and pressing her breasts against the soft fabric of Taisha's top. They kissed passionately with tongues probing, then retreating.

Taisha pulled off quickly then licked at Maggie's lips before kissing her deeply again. Taisha's hands gripped Maggie's bare ass, pushing their pelvises together. Her tongue snake-hugged Maggie's before retreating again. Taisha groaned as she squeezed Maggie's smooth buns, kissing her passionately. Her mind raced to determine her new plan of action, since Sam has once again proved himself a nuisance.

She had plans for an intimate dinner with a slow seduction and new way of pleasuring Maggie, slowly building to a powerful climax. With so little time, that plan would need to change. But as she felt her own excitement growing, she struggled to remember why she couldn't shed her clothes and take her right there on the dining room table, as she had done Lizzy. Feeling her firm little ass while her tongue explored her mouth had Taisha working into a frenzy of excitement. She wanted that tongue between her nether lips, more than she could bear.

Principal Turner had begged to do that earlier, and she wanted to let her.

Suddenly, the idea hit, and Taisha knew the next step for Maggie. She squatted down, looked up at Maggie and peeled down her panties. "I'm going to need to hold on to these, Principal Turner."

Maggie wiggled subtly to help get them off, leaving herself naked for Taisha once again. When she stepped out of them, Taisha set them aside and traced her fingers up the sides of Maggie's legs, slowly. "I had hoped to enjoy you in these stockings a bit longer this evening, Principal Turner, but sometimes a change of plans can be a good thing." She smiled, looking up at Maggie.

"I love it when you touch me, huh, Ms. Taisha." Maggie gasped as Taisha's left hand brushed across her bush before Taisha gripped her right stocking and rolled it slowly down her leg. Next, she removed the second and placed them neatly to the side.

Maggie looked into her hungry dark eyes as Taisha slowly stood back up, gently caressing the sides of Maggie's calves. When her fingers passed her knees, she moved them to the front of Maggie's thighs. "You have the most heavenly soft skin I think I've ever felt, Principal Turner."

Those words sent a rush of excitement through Maggie, causing her to close her eyes. When Taisha's finger moved to her lower abdomen, she gasped and squirmed. She, at times, was a little ticklish, but something about Taisha's touch magnified everything. A tingling rush shot through her lower body, supercharging her clit with a wave of heated pleasure. Taisha circled her belly button, gently caressing her sensitive skin, and Maggie quivered at her touch.

Taisha loved knowing she had that effect and lingered there, circling and teasing her belly button. "Oh, Ms. Taisha. Oh, God," she gasped while her belly twitched. She was standing now, looking directly at Maggie's face.

Maggie's eyes were closed, and her mouth quivered, gasping for air, almost powerless from just a tickling caress. Maggie gripped Taisha's hands to stop her, but Taisha rolled her wrists, grabbed Maggie's hands, put them to her sides and resumed her taunting caress of her soft, sensitive belly. "I'm not done touching you, Principal Turner," she said, brushing two fingers quickly across her belly button, causing another squeal and tummy spasm.

Maggie's eyes opened and she had a pleading look. "Please let me touch you, Ms. Taisha."

Taisha's fingers gently swirled around her belly button again. "In due time, Principal Turner," she whispered, as her fingers swirled again.

"Gah!" Maggie twitched as she barked and thumped her fists against her own hips in a mini-tantrum.

Eight fingers started just where Maggie's waistband had been and softly ran up her abdomen and circled her breasts. Maggie took a deep breath and her breasts seemed to beg for the fingers.

"Look at me, Principal Turner," Taisha said softly.

Maggie's eyes opened and Taisha's face was inches from hers. The beaded necklace dangling from the head piece sparkled against her dark skin, and those eyes penetrated Maggie. When the fingers reached her nipples, her breathing became shallow with a series of rapid little gasps.

"You've been such a patient student, Principal Turner, I promise you it will all pay off, soon. But you need to trust me; it will be worth the wait. Are you ready for another lesson?"

"Yes please, Ms. Taisha. Yes." She quivered as the fingers circled her nipples and whimpered, uncontrollably.

Taisha's lips puckered out like a fish as she gave Maggie a sympathetic look and gasped, as if she were the one being touched.

"Good girl," she whispered. "Now, I'm gonna need you to kneel down and take off my panties, Principal Turner."

Taisha gently pinched her nipples as Maggie's eyes brightened.

She replayed the words in her head, hardly believing what she'd heard. She was finally going to get to touch her! Her heart stopped. Or maybe she'd get to taste her, finally!

Maggie dropped to her knees and went for the tie strap on the side of Taisha's skirt.

"Easy, Principal Turner. I said my panties, not my skirt. Reach up under and remove them, please. And no peaking." Taisha's smile was almost ear-to-ear, watching Principal Turner's uncontrollable excitement. She imagined the possibilities going through Maggie's mind, and looked forward to letting her do them all. In due time, of course.

Maggie's hands slid up Taisha's thighs, under the dress. She was disappointed she was not taking it all off. But certainly, removing the panties must mean she finally gets to touch her, at least. She slid her fingers under the waistband at each hip and slid them down slowly, imagining what she would look like if the skirt were not between them. When she passed her knees, Taisha stepped out of them, and Maggie clutched them in both hands.

She felt the wetness and could not resist bringing them to her nose and breathing in Taisha's essence. Her eyes closed and pussy flushed as the scent penetrated her body.

Taisha smiled down at her. "Please stand, Principal Turner," she said, devouring Maggie with her eyes.

Taisha's hand gripped her head on either side and held her inches from her face. "I want you, Principal Turner. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone. I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. You are the most beautiful, strong, sexy, loving, driven, caring person I know. I want to make you happy. I want to follow you, and help you achieve your vision for educating children. I love everything about you, Principal Maggie Turner."

She kissed Maggie slowly and deeply as her hands wrapped around her shoulders and began exploring her back.

Maggie's hands slid under Taisha's arms and gipped her shoulders even as she clung to the yellow silk panties with her left hand. Their heads turned and bobbed as their lips melted together.

Taisha's tongue stole a quick lick of Maggie's lips before probing and swirling with Maggie's.

Maggie maintained her grip on Taisha's shoulders, content to enjoy her warm, soft lips, as long as she would allow.

Taisha's hands caressed Maggie's back slowly side-to-side, nearly touching each vertebra, outlining her should blades, then exploring the curve of her back. She moved slowly, taking in every inch of tender skin.

Maggie's kisses seemed to warm her entire body and Taisha's pussy grew warmer and wetter by the second. Her fingers reached her silky-smooth buns, causing a sigh of pleasure. She continued for what seemed like several minutes, relishing the nude canvas of Maggie's exposed skin, painting her masterpiece with her fingertips. But, knowing time was of the essence, she had to move on. She broke the kiss and looked into Maggie's eyes.

"Would you like to feel how wet you make me, Principal Turner?" Taisha asked confidently.

"Oh yes, please," sighed Maggie.

Taisha stepped back and turned a dining room chair around, with the back touching the table. "Have a seat, please, Principal Turner."

When she sat, Taisha stepped up and nudged her legs apart with her knee.

Maggie spread her legs, staring up at Taisha. Her mind raced with possibilities. Would she pull up the skirt and let her taste her? Would she lean forward and let Maggie's fingers finally get to touch her?

Taisha gripped the sides of her skirt and pulled it up slowly, stopping just above the knees. Then she straddled Maggie's left leg and lowered herself, hovering with her hot pussy close enough to Maggie's thigh for her to feel the heat, but not quite touching.

She reached around Maggie's shoulder and gripped the top of the chair back, before moving in for a kiss, again stopping just before contact. "Are you ready, Principal Turner?" she asked, softly.

"Yes!" Maggie grunted, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

Taisha smiled, leaned in, and kissed her as she pulled her skirt up over Maggie's legs like a tent. Then, she gripped the back of Maggie's right knee and raised it up and out, before lowering her steaming cunt against Maggie's spread pussy.

Maggie whimpered and shook as Taisha's hot wetness pressed against her. She'd never felt anything quite like it.

Taisha broke the kiss and looked at her, pressing even more firmly.

Maggie's mouth hung open and she panted heavily. "Oh God, that feels so, good." Maggie sighed.

"Do you feel that Principal Turner?"

"Yes, Ms. Taisha, so warm and wet."

"You make me that way, Principal Turner," said Taisha as she began to roll her hips, rubbing their steaming lips together.

"Hoah, hoah!" gasped Maggie, looking desperately into Taisha's eyes. Her pussy was on fire as she felt Taisha's labia pressed against hers, spreading their juices over both bushes.

"Does that mean you like this, Principal Turner?"

Maggie nodded frantically, overwhelmed by the sensation. Taisha's pussy was so soft yet impossibly warm, and her hips rolled so smoothly and rhythmically..., she never wanted this to stop.

Taisha wrapped her arm under Maggie's right knee and gripped the chair back, again. The chair began to thump against the table as she rocked harder, maintaining a steady pace. Next, she shifted her position, and Maggie could feel Taisha's stiff little clit rubbing against her.

After a few seconds their clits collided, and Maggie moaned her approval.

"Principal Turner, I feel our clits getting acquainted," Taisha whispered in her ear.

Maggie felt a climax building fast. Taisha's hips moved magically, and the skin of her thighs was like silk as she ground their cunts together, clits colliding with each pass. Her head rolled back, and she sang from her wide-open mouth, "Oh ffffuucccckkk! Oh God, you're making me come, Ms. Taisha!"

"That's it, Principal Turner. Come nasty for me." Taisha grinned, inches from Maggie's face, loving her control over Maggie.

Maggie almost cried from pleasure. Their juices covered crotches, thighs and ass cheeks as she surrendered to another mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" She continued to wail, as Taisha relentlessly rubbed against her. "Making! Me! Co, come! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She went silent as her upper body spasmed forward and back.

Taisha had to lean back to avoid a head butt. The wetness between them grew as their labia sloshed together.

Her orgasm passed, but Taisha kept going. "Do you want me to stop, Principal Turner?" She asked.

Maggie was aware Taisha did not climax with her and wondered how she could do it. It was Maggie's fifth of the day, but Taisha held out. She continued, "Or do you want me to fuck you harder than Sam ever did?" Her pace picked up and she slammed herself against Maggie.

Maggie felt like she was ready to finally get to reciprocate even if Taisha was doing the fucking. "Oh, please fuck me, Ms. Taisha! I wanna feel you come, please."

Taisha pulled her arm from beneath Maggie's leg and Maggie held it up, spreading as wide as she could. Taisha was working up a sweat as her hips jackhammered Maggie. She grabbed the table on either side of Maggie and pounded her hard. The chair slammed against the table with a loud thud after each thrust. Taisha hips rolled at incredible speed and power, the chair sliding two inches each way.

Taisha yelled high and loud. "Oh Shit! I'm gonna come! Principal Turner!"

Maggie wondered if the chair would hold up but quickly stopped caring.

Taisha's screams continued, eyes closed and gasping for breath. "Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner!"

Maggie felt a flood of cunt cum coating her pussy as Taisha had an orgasm for the ages. The warm sticky juices were coating her, and she yelled, "Fuck me, Ms. Taisha. Fuck, me, hard!" She looked at Taisha's gaping mouth and knowing Taisha was finally coming set her off, again.

Taisha was sweating like a marathon runner, but years of bottled-up desire poured out of her in a monumental climax that she was not ready to end. Her hip muscles burned but her clit was electrified, and she was going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from it that she could. Her mouth froze open as the bolts of pleasure shot through her body. Maggie screamed for her, intensifying the effect, her hips seemed to move on their own as she rode the climax as long as she could.

Finally, she collapsed forward, resting her forehead on Maggie's shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Maggie's head hung back over the top of the chair as her second orgasm passed. She laughed when she thought what the seat of the chair must look like.

"OMG, Ms. Taisha. That was...," Maggie could find no words and continued to pant.

Taisha nodded her agreement with her forehead still on Maggie's shoulder. They sat there motionless, until their breathing became more normal. Then Taisha raised her head, looked at Maggie, leaned in and kissed her, slowly, for several minutes. When Taisha finally looked at her watch, she stood up.

"Principal Turner, I believe Sam may be here any minute. This could be hard to explain." She smiled and helped Maggie to her feet.

Maggie looked a bit dazed but quickly cleared her head. "Yikes, I better get dressed." She kissed Taisha and shook her head. "Wow! Just, wow! Thank you, Ms. Taisha. I think you just curled my toenails! I better heat this casserole back up." She grabbed it from the table. It was lukewarm, so she put it in the oven and hit Bake.

At the same time Taisha collected the outfit. "If you're going to eat dinner like that, I think I'll invite myself to stay," said Taisha, ogling her nakedness.

Maggie's face flushed red as it was suddenly apparent she was totally naked and coated in cum from mid-thigh and pelvis in front, and ass cheeks in back. "You are welcome to stay, but I will be cleaning up and getting dressed," Maggie smiled through her red cheeks.

"Can I help you with that, Principal Turner?" Taisha grinned an evil grin.

"Define 'help'?"

"I'd better let you get ready. For Sam's sake, it's best I don't join you for dinner. I'm not incredibly pleased with him, right now. Thank you for a memorable day, Principal Turner. Am I safe to say you enjoyed today's lessons?"

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Ya think?" She looked at the clock. "Gotta go!"

"Looking forward to our next session, Principal Turner. In a more controlled setting. Are you going to return my panties, Principal Turner?" She nodded toward Maggie's hand.

She didn't even realize she still had them. "I think I'll hang on to them, Ms. Taisha, if you don't mind. Gotta go." She ran out before Taisha could answer.

Maggie got cleaned up and came back just as Sam was about to go looking for her.

He arrived a few minutes before she came down. He came in the back door on the chance he might run into Taisha. He did not see her, so went in to discover Maggie had set the table and poured the wine, but apparently had vanished.

They had a quiet dinner, but both were a bit tired. So, much to Maggie's relief, it was right to sleep at bedtime that night.

On Sunday morning Maggie took her usual swim, and was pleasantly surprised to see Taisha swimming next to her. She could see a bright orange, hipster bikini with a full wrap-around tube top, which contrasted against her ebony skin. Her heart raced and she resisted the urge to stop.

For the first two laps Taisha swam next to her, but soon began to fall behind, and took a rest by lap four. Maggie continued for another fifteen minutes, with Taisha swimming and resting periodically during that time. When she finished, she got out and watched in anticipation as Taisha swam toward her, longing to see her out of the water in her bikini. She sighed when Taisha did a flip-turn and continued her swim.

She dried off, waiting for her to finish, and saw Sam looking down from the bedroom window, eyes on Taisha.

Taisha finished, removed her goggles and looked up at Maggie.

"Impressive, Ms. Taisha. You are a better swimmer than you led me to believe." Maggie smiled brightly.

"You have inspired me, Principal Turner. But I see I have a long way to go to keep up with you." Taisha looked at her longingly.

Maggie's mind quickly went back to yesterday's encounters and the thought of being alone with her again. Even as she felt the heat between her legs, the familiar cramping reminded her of a pending unwanted visitor.

Taisha smiled at the hungry look on Maggie's face and whispered, "What's on Sam's agenda, today?"

"He's off today, and plans to have a quiet day at home," said Maggie, unable to hide her disappointment. "And unfortunately, I'm about to have an unwanted visit from Aunt Flo. He is traveling to Atlanta for an RV show next weekend..." She gave a mischievous smile.

That smile sent a rush through Taisha that terrified her with its intensity. She raised herself out of the pool and stood up. Taisha smiled as Maggie's eyes scanned her body in the neon-orange bikini.

Maggie was rendered speechless at the sight of the orange and black beauty before her. Taisha's breasts glistened as the neon top pressed them together, bulging to break free. Her abs were tight and as she breathed the muscles peaked through her ebony skin.

As Taisha walked to the lounge chair where she had left her towel, she began to formulate her plan. She turned away from Maggie and bent down to pick up her towel.

Maggie's eyes drew to her ass, noticing her dark skin was visible through the wet fabric that clung to her, ...pulling into her ass crack, ...separating her buns.

"So, Principal Turner, your next lesson will be Saturday, then," said Taisha, matter of factly. She turned toward Maggie and looked at her hungrily.

Maggie nodded, and Taisha stepped closer. "Use your words, please, Principal Turner," she said sternly.

Maggie blinked a bit, stunned, and then complied. "Yes, Ms. Taisha."

"Good girl. We are going to do an exercise in trust and endurance. Will you be up for that?"

Maggie glanced around and did not see Sam in the window. She wondered how long they would have before he burst on the scene to ogle Taisha in the bikini. A quick glance at the slider and she saw no sign of him in the kitchen, either.

"I think my stamina will be up to par. And I guess we will find out if you can trust me, soon enough." Maggie smiled and raised her eyebrows playfully.

Taisha loved how she turned the tables on the question of who could be trusted. Maggie surprised her a little more each day. She hoped she would be pleasantly surprised on Saturday. She would learn just how much Maggie did trust her.

"I like your eagerness, Principal Turner. But you need to keep it contained until Saturday. I'm going to need you to refrain from achieving orgasm until then. Understood?" Taisha said, staring into her eyes.

Again, Maggie was taken aback by Taisha.

Taisha's eyes darted to Maggie's left, signaling their private time was coming to an end. Taisha repeated," Understood?"

Maggie quickly replied, "Yes, Ms. Taisha." She turned as the slider door opened. "Morning, Hon," she said pleasantly.

"Morning. I see you have a Protégé in the pool, as well as the classroom," said Sam, smiling at Taisha, eyes taking in her glistening body, as well.

"I have a long way to go, to get to her level," said Taisha. "You're a lucky man, Mr. Turner," she added, walking toward her trailer.

"Don't I know it! I was gonna make her breakfast. Would you like to join us?" asked Sam.

"Thanks for the offer, Mr. Turner, but I have a few pressing matters that need attending this morning," said Taisha, as she walked to the RV.

"Call me Sam, please," he replied.

She waved a hand that signaled, "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it before." They all knew she would continue to call him Mr. Turner.

Sam and Maggie both watched her buns sway as she walked.

Sam broke the silence. "Hungry?" he asked.

Maggie thought of two meanings to that question, but Sam was referring to food. "Not at the moment. It takes a bit after swimming for my appetite to return," replied Maggie.

"I think I'll run and get some gas for the mower, then. We'll see if you're ready when I get back."

"Thanks, Hon," said Maggie. "I'm gonna shower. Do you think you might pick me up some tampons? Oh, ...wait, I have some. Never mind."

"Thank God," said Sam, embarrassed by the thought of making that purchase.

As Maggie showered, she replayed the events of yesterday in her mind, before imagining what Saturday might have in store. Her mind had moved increasingly toward the thought of tasting Taisha's pussy. She longed to know what it would be like.

Her pussy heated up once again as she imagined dropping to her knees and peeling off Taisha's bikini bottoms, revealing her dark muff and dark pink labia. Without thought, Maggie slid two fingers from her left hand inside her hot wetness, as she envisioned slipping her tongue between Taisha's pussy lips. She remembered Taisha's directive of no coming before Saturday, but she didn't care. Years of being under control and being the responsible one had culminated in pent up frustration from delayed gratification. She would not hold back any longer.

Her fingers pressed in and out, bringing her to the edge once again. She was obsessed with tasting Taisha's pussy for the first time. She had to know, and would do whatever it took to find out. Next, she pulled out and brought her fingers to her mouth. The scent made her tingle more intensely and, as her lips engulfed them, the tangy, sweet flavor excited her taste buds. The need to come pushed any thought of Taisha's command from her mind.

Her right hand gripped the handheld shower head and lowered the pulsating jet to her throbbing clit. She whimpered, with the taste of her juices in her mouth, as the warm jet hit home. Almost instantly she was building toward yet another intense orgasm, induced by Taisha Smith. As her climax built, she nearly lost her balance, and relinquished her finger so she could brace herself against the shower wall. Next, she spread her legs and pushed the showerhead firmly against her screaming clit with the other hand.

She repeated, "Oh God, Taisha!" over and over, as her body jerked with each waive of climactic pleasure. When her orgasm passed and her head cleared, she realized that was her sixth orgasm in less than twenty-four hours. The most ever with Sam was three; and that was on their honeymoon. She also realized she had been way too loud. If Sam had forgotten something and returned unexpectedly, he could have easily heard her from the bedroom.

When Sam did return, he made her breakfast, as promised. They had a quiet day.

Her shower session had taken the edge off, and Maggie focused on prep for a busy week of meetings and fundraising events for the Tag Tax Campaign. Maggie was leading the effort for a $10 fee for education to be added to the cost of every Arkansas license plate renewal.

Sam mowed the lawn and watched golf in the afternoon, and Maggie was greeted by her monthly unwanted visitor.

Taisha did some grocery shopping, went to the park near the school for some hiking and had a private picnic lunch. She sat, cursing Sam for returning early, but still relished the amazing day with Maggie. As she finished, she received a text from Liz with a video attached.

Taisha hit Play and was shocked to see Lizzie wasted no time getting into the action. The video opened with Lizzie in her white thong on all fours, ass facing the camera. She rested on her left elbow, with her head touching the table, looking back through her spread legs at the camera. The strapless dildo lay on its side on the table between her knees.

"My Goddess, I can't stop thinking about you and being your cunt-licking little slut. You make me come so hard... and I love using my toys for you. When I saw this at the store, I couldn't help myself. It fits into you, and when you turn the vibrator on it feels so good!" She gripped Taisha's end of the dildo and pointed it to the ceiling, with the business end pointing toward her head. She spread her knees wider, lowering her pussy toward the table until she touched the shaft of the rubber cock.

"What a flexible little slut you are, Lizzie," said Taisha with a smile.

Next Liz, managed to push the button at the base of the dildo to turn on the vibrator. She left it laying on the table which amplified the sound. Then she lowered her thong-covered cunt back down to the vibrating cock and began to rock her hips, rubbing her clit against the shaft of the cock.

"Oh, fuck. That feels so good on my clit, my Goddess. Oh, yes! Please, rub your cock on my clit. Oooooohhhhhhh, fuck me. Please," Liz wailed, as she rubbed faster and faster.

Taisha stared in amazement at the way those cute little buns moved as she rubbed against the vibrator.

Liz moaned and whimpered loud and proud as she quickly brought herself to climax for her paramour.

"I'm coming for you, my Goddess! I'm coming for you. Oh, fuuuuccckkkk, coming for you! So, huh, hard!"

Taisha could see a wet spot on her white panties where her little slut had soaked through. She felt her own rush of wetness as she watched Liz's buns jiggle.

Finally, Lizzie collapsed down, with her clit pressed firmly against the cock. No longer rubbing it, she continued with a series of spasming twitches as the vibrator triggered her clit.

Next the camera cut off and Taisha smiled. "Good job, Lizzie. I will definitely use that..."

The camera kicked back on to an extreme close-up of Lizzie's soaking wet labia, spread wide. Again, she was on all fours, and the camera view covered from her asshole to just below her muff.

Taisha wondered how long she worked to get the camera positioning right.

The vibrator hummed as the plastic cock head came in from behind and pressed against her naked, steamy cunt. "Oh yes, my Goddess! Please, fuck my like I need to be fucked." She slid it slowly in, advancing an inch each time, and backing out slightly, before going deeper.

Taisha watched that tight little pussy open to take the plastic cock, the lips clinging to it as Lizzie pushed it slowly in and out.

"Oh, my Goddess, I love your cock inside me. Please don't stop," moaned Liz. Soon the cock was ten inches deep, and Liz continued a slow and steady pace. "So much harder than Tony, my Goddess. Fuck me, please. I want to come with you, my Goddess! Oh yes, ...feels so good."

Taisha watched, growing wetter and hotter, amazed at what a committed sub slut Lizzie was. At any other point in her life, she would have been completely content to have her as her pet. But she had the object of her true desire in her sights and would soon need to part ways with Lizzie. But she had an idea for Lizzie, that she felt sure would satisfy her needs, quite nicely.

Lizzie continued to fuck herself for Taisha for several more minutes, gradually speeding up the pace as her juices covered the dildo. Her moans grew louder and louder, and she once again sang out, "Oh, my Goddess, Taisha, I'm coming for you! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh!" Her screams intensified as the dildo became coated with a white creamy cum that began to drip from her gaping cunt.

Taisha was in awe of the cute little pussy engulfing the entirety of the vibrating dick. When she finished, Taisha nearly came herself, when Lizzie sucked the cum coated cock clean, just as Taisha had instructed her, before. Taisha sat there for a moment, revved up and debating whether or not to head back to Lizzie's, but she thought better of it, and decided to make her wait. She did send her a text.

Taisha: You will get your wish, my slut. Get ready!

Almost immediately, Liz replied.

Liz: Thank you, Ms. Smith. I'm available all day!

Taisha: Not today. I will let you know when.

Liz: You're my top priority. Tell me when.

Taisha: In due time, Lizzie. In due time.

Monday morning, during her laps, Maggie's heart raced when Taisha joined in mid-way through. When she finished, Taisha got out with her.

"Glad to see you back in the pool," said Maggie with a grin.

"You are an inspiration, Principal Turner."

"I think you are the inspiration, Ms. Taisha. In so many ways. I can't stop thinking about Saturday." Maggie looked hungrily at Taisha. "And Sunday?"

Taisha face lit up in response. "I like an eager student! Remember, no coming until Saturday, Principal Turner."

"Got it," replied Maggie. Her eyes darted and she looked away, trying not to let on.

"Principal Turner, what did you do?" asked Taisha, wide eyed.

Maggie's face flushed and she knew it was hopeless. "I just needed one last release to tide me over." She glanced at Taisha, who tried to feign anger.

"Tell me what you did, Principal Turner."

Maggie looked around shyly, making sure no one was around, then looked at the ground, not saying anything. She was fully aware of the irony of the situation. She had been in Taisha's position a thousand times, talking to a student who had misbehaved. Now she was the one being redressed for bad behavior.

"What did you do?" Taisha said, in her own classroom disciplinarian voice.

Maggie replied, not looking up. "I made myself come in the shower, yesterday morning..."

Taisha loved every minute of it. She had Maggie, and she knew it.

"How did you make yourself come, Principal Turner?" she asked, standing confidently in her neon-orange bikini. She kept a watchful eye out for Sam. It would be just like him to pop in and ruin the moment.

"I used the massaging shower head, Ms. Taisha."

"Tell me what you were thinking of when you masturbated, the very morning you promised not to come before our next lesson." Taisha was so turned on she could barely contain herself. She was glad her swimsuit was already soaking wet.

Maggie, too, was shockingly excited as she made her lustful confession. "I was thinking about dropping to my knees, peeling down your bikini bottoms and kissing your toned stomach..." She hesitated.

"Continue, Principal Turner," commanded Taisha.

"I pushed your legs apart so I could finally get to taste you. The scent of you pussy gave me goose bumps as I slid my hands between your thighs and felt your beautiful ass..."

"And then what, Principal Turner?" Taisha could hardly breathe as her excitement grew. She loved that Maggie was getting quite detailed about her fantasy.

"I could wait no longer, and slid my tongue between your glistening pussy lips..."

Taisha relished this moment and saw the chance to push her to the next level.

"You have a one-track mind, Principal Turner. I have told you, many times, this is about me pleasuring you. Right now..."

Maggie interrupted, "Pleasuring you would pleasure me. I nearly came just thinking about tasting you, Ms. Taisha."

Taisha was stunned by her words, and when Maggie looked at her with a look of lustful desperation, she nearly grabbed her hand to take her to the RV and...

"Principal Turner, do you want to terminate our lessons?" said Taisha, calmly.

"No, please..." Maggie looked at Taisha fearfully.

"Are you going to do as I tell you, going forward?"

"Yes, I promise, Ms. Taisha."

"That's good, Principal Turner. In the future, if you feel the urge to pleasure yourself thinking of me, you will need to let me watch. Understood?"

Maggie found the thought oddly exciting. "Yes, Ms. Taisha."

"Good. And from now on, you will follow my instructions to the letter?"

"Yes, Ms. Taisha."

"I have half a mind to take you into the RV and have you masturbate while you eat my pussy, right now, but you would be late to work..."

Yes, please, Ms. Taisha!" Maggie replied, with the look of a child begging for ice cream.

"Principal Turner, you are far too eager for that punishment. Unfortunately, the cost of your disobedience will be delaying our next session for a day. We will have to move it to Sunday. Any other slips, and the weekend will be lost."

"Taisha, please, let's not waste the day. It will be a month before he leaves town, again..."

"Then we understand each other. Another stumble, and you won't come for a month." Taisha walked away. "You best not be late to work." She smiled as she turned her back to Maggie and went to the RV without looking back.

As she watched those firm butt cheeks flex behind the orange cloth, Maggie stood, stunned at the thought of having to wait an extra day. She wondered why Taisha was torturing her.

After a moment she focused herself, and prepared her mind for the beginning of a busy week. Tonight, she had a dinner meeting with the producers of the ad campaign for the Tag Tax; Tuesday and Wednesday were fund raiser dinners. Thursday was an interview with Channel 4 News, and Friday was a Department of Education afternoon Zoom Meeting. She kept the weekend clear in anticipation of her time with Taisha, and turned down another possible dinner for Saturday, with a large potential donor (for "personal reasons.")

Taisha was still on substitute teacher status and had nothing scheduled for the week, yet. So, she planned for a leisurely breakfast and thought she might surprise her Bibi, later. (A nickname for her grandmother.) She was watching TV and eating some oatmeal when she heard a knock on the door.

Still in her bikini, she answered the door to Sam's smiling face. She was quickly greeted with wide ogling eyes. "Maggie asked me to tell you Ms. Conner called in, sick. How do you feel about teaching Phys Ed, today?"

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry... what time is it?"

"6:45, " replied Sam.

"Home Room starts at 7:30! Okay. Gotta go, thanks!" Taisha slammed the door and got ready.

She made it with eight minutes to spare.

At lunch she saw Liz and Principal Turner in the teacher's lounge.

Liz greeted her eagerly. "Good morning, Ms. Smith. Can I get you a coffee?"

"That would be great, Lizzie! A little cream, and extra sweet," replied Taisha, with a half-smile.

Several teachers looked shocked by that encounter.

Maggie stepped closer to Taisha and whispered, "What's gotten into Liz? Last week she wouldn't give you the time of day. Now, she's getting you coffee?"

"She's really quite sweet, once you get past the petty jealousy. It's Psych 101, really. I just needed to reassure her; and give her what she needs to address her issues and insecurities. Now we're like besties," replied Taisha, frankly.

"Here you go, Ms. Smith," said Liz, handing her a cup. "Would you like some, Principal Turner?"

"Thanks for asking, Ms. Richards, but I'm good. You two are coming to the fund raiser tomorrow evening, aren't you?"

Liz cut in before Taisha could respond. "Of course, Principal Turner. Thanks again for letting me be part of this. This will mean so much to the school system when the bill passes."

"Well said, Lizzie." Taisha hoped Principal Turner did not pick up on the dripping sarcasm. It seemed Liz's new role as cunt-licker did not diminish her ability to suck up to Principal Turner. "We're behind you, one hundred percent; whatever you need," Taisha added.

Maggie sensed an added intensity in her voice and in those dark penetrating eyes when she said, "whatever you need." She had to look away to avoid a schoolgirl blush. "Thanks, ladies. This is going to be a monumental challenge, and we need to mobilize everyone we can. I'm hoping all the teachers will make it. There are some strategic plans being made, and Tuesday night is the unveiling of the rollout plan for the new campaign."

Taisha could not help but admire the leadership qualities Maggie exhibited. A perfect mix of sophistication, without coming across as arrogant or snooty. Attractive, but down-to-earth and personable, powerful yet feminine, with a natural ability to connect with people. She was reminded, once again, just how much of her own motivation and success was the result of having Principal Maggie Turner in her life.

She faded into the crowd of teachers and watched as they interacted with Maggie. Her sophisticated beauty and genuine caring for others stirred the powerful longing that has been a part of Taisha for years. Even before she knew what that longing was, she was drawn to Maggie.

Taisha smiled, knowing that only she had seen the secret, intimate side of Principal Turner that no one else has known. Coach Johnson came close, those years ago, but Taisha had penetrated Maggie's defenses and planned to tear down those walls, for good. She would release all Maggie's pent-up passion and fulfill every fantasy Maggie could imagine.

Liz made her way toward Taisha to remind her how much she looked forward to her next visit, though she could hardly imagine her video did not make that perfectly clear. After making that video, she came to the realization that things with Tony were over. She could never settle for that life, again. She found more fulfilment pleasuring herself for Taisha than she'd felt in five years with him.

Taisha smiled smugly, "Hello, Lizzie!"

Liz cringed as Taisha made a point of calling her Lizzie for all to hear, knowing how much she hated that name. But deep inside, it ignited the ember that only Taisha could stoke. The more she humiliated her the more excited Liz became.

"Thanks for the instructional video. I found it very enlightening. I look forward to putting some of those ideas into practice, soon," Taisha continued in a loud voice.

Liz blushed and felt her pussy flush with heat. She loved sharing a secret with Taisha and flaunting it in front of the oblivious crowd. Taisha knew how to manipulate her perfectly, and though part of Liz hated that, once she had her first taste, she was powerless to resist.

The senior class English teacher, Mr. Laurence, overheard and engaged in the conversation.

"Good afternoon, ladies. What type of instructional video did you share? I'm always up for new ideas for the classroom..."

"Yes, it was really enlightening. But a man of your experience has probably already got it pegged," Taisha replied, with a mischievous grin.

Liz became nervous, wondering if Taisha was playing with her. The sudden realization of that video potentially getting out was a gut punch.

"I would appreciate you sharing it with me, Ms. Richards. It never hurts to explore new ideas, or even get a refresher of old techniques," said Mr. Laurence, obliviously.

"I like your open-mindedness, Mr. Laurence," said Taisha cheerfully. "Lizzie, sounds like he would enjoy watching it as much as I did. Maybe the three of us could get together afterward and discuss putting your ideas into practice. Do you want to send it to him, or should I?"

"I'll do it, thank you though, Ms. Smith. I'll send it tonight, when I get home. Well, I better prepare for my next class. I'll see you two later." Liz walked away, trying to walk back from the edge of career oblivion.

"Thanks, Lizzie," said Mr. Laurence.

Liz turned red with anger and embarrassment. Now Taisha had others calling her the name she hated so much. She returned to the office and began to search for instructional videos of new teaching techniques.

The week passed quickly, and Tuesday night was a night Taisha could not forget.

Principal Turner was dressed in a simple but elegant, red dress, at the fund-raising event. It was a short-sleeved V neck dress that showed a tasteful hint of cleavage.

Taisha watched Maggie shine all night. She oozed beauty from every pore. Her light brown hair hung down, covering her partially exposed back. Her dress was cut to mid-back, but her naturally curled locks hung an inch lower. Taisha wanted to slide that hair aside and kiss her beautiful neck and shoulder. The dress fit nicely over her ass, highlighting her shape magically.

Eventually she worked toward Maggie and quietly pulled her aside. "You wore that dress to torment me didn't you, Principal Turner?" whispered Taisha.

"You like it?" Maggie teased.

"You just want to make me pay for making you wait. You wore it, knowing I will be thinking all night of unhooking that dress and letting it fall to the floor..." Taisha moved tauntingly close, and Maggie caught a whiff of her Reb'l perfume.

Maggie 's eyes closed and for just a few seconds she felt herself let go. If Taisha had kissed her at that moment she would have surrendered herself, right then and there.

When her eyes opened the look on Taisha's face was instantly etched in Maggie's mind forever. It was a look of both wonderous surprise and complete bliss. From that look, Maggie could tell that she and Taisha just came to the same realization.

Maggie was powerless to resist. No, that wasn't it. Maggie did not want to resist. She wanted to surrender herself to Taisha. She loved the feeling that surrender brought.

Taisha's face could not hide the unbridled joy that realization had brought her. Taisha walked away and left Maggie, standing there flushed and disoriented.

Maggie's mind whirled as she realized Taisha Smith was in love with her. She felt light as a feather, knowing she was the reason for that beautiful facial expression that seemed to float in her mind.

It took all of Taisha's focus not to faint dead away as she walked away. She finally had what she dreamed of for so long. Her hands trembled as she headed to the bar table. She had never felt like this, before. When she saw Principal Turner swoon, she felt every part of her body lock up. Her heart stopped; her throat tightened. Maggie Turner was hers, and she knew it! But at that moment of complete control, she suddenly felt a complete loss of self-control. She had to get away, take a breath and collect her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Maggie regained her composure and eased back into the crowd. She saw Taisha down a glass of chardonnay and offer it back for a refill. Taisha was stunning in a strapless royal blue jump suit. She was vibrant, sexy, and her braided hair seemed to highlight her beautifully round face. Maggie found the shape of her shoulders and toned arms hypnotic but made a conscious effort not to stare or even try to look in her direction, for fear everyone in the room would know exactly what she was thinking.

They both were terrified at the intensity of that moment, and Taisha watched carefully from a distance as Maggie worked her magic with the crowd. She, too, resisted the urge to even look at Maggie. She kept a careful eye on Liz, as she knew if anyone would notice her obsession, it would be Lizzie. She found her across the room, speaking to one of the school board members, once again doing what she does best. Sucking up to those in power.

Liz wore a church-girl pink, shin length, button- front dress with ruffled sleeves and a subtle V neck. Taisha enjoyed the irony of her façade of pink innocence concealing a sex-crazed little slut. She had to admit, she looked like a Barbie doll in that dress. Soon Liz worked her way back to sucking up to Maggie.

Taisha watched and formulated a plan to help her regain her sense of control. She would send Lizzy home soon, and planned to make her bend over the dining room table and lift up the dress. Taisha would strap on the dildo, and fuck her till she came like the screaming little slut she is, in her pretty pink dress.

Taisha made good use of Liz that week, anticipating her next session with Maggie. Her end game was finally in sight; and in her excitement she was thankful for Lizzie, the relief valve.

Maggie was grateful for the full calendar, but with each passing day it was more and more difficult to contain herself. By mid-week she was dreading the shower. It took all her will not use the magic shower head as she imagined what Taisha had in store for her.

Lying in bed at night was the worst. Her imagination ran wild, and it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. Sam wanted nothing to do with sex during her time of the month, so she did not have that temptation to deal with. Maggie had used his stiff dick for some relief almost unwittingly after their dinner with Taisha, before she fully understood what Taisha had awoken in her.

Trying to avoid a potentially tortuous Saturday with nothing to do but wait until Sunday, Maggie rescheduled her donor dinner and made plans to attend a morning regional track meet, in support of her students. She feared if she stayed home, Taisha would torment her all day long, then make her wait until Sunday, anyway.

To Maggie's relief, Taisha had avoided the morning swim with Maggie, all week. None the less, the HD image of Taisha's face crowded out everything else on her mind, during her morning swims.

Then, on Saturday morning after two laps, Maggie was greeted with the sight of the neon-orange swimsuit swimming next to her.

Taisha was clearly working hard to keep up with Maggie's pace in the pool.

Knowing this would likely be another attempt by Taisha to taunt her, Maggie saw a chance for a small victory. She sped up and quickly pulled ahead, leaving Taisha to struggle to keep pace, and ultimately stop to rest. Maggie continued her swim and when she finished Taisha had already dried off.

She greeted Maggie when she exited the pool, lying seductively on the lounge chair. "Good morning, Principal Turner. You look exceptionally vibrant, today," said Taisha, with a hand behind her head, leaned back, stretched out on the chair.

Maggie tried not to stare, but it was a losing battle.

Taisha pulled her right foot up next to her left knee, and gently rocked her knee side to side.

Maggie looked at her toned abs and watched her right thigh rock side to side. "As do you, Ms. Taisha."

Taisha felt a rush, knowing that even with the tension between them, Maggie referred to her as "Ms. Taisha" as she had asked her to, whenever they were alone. "Oh, the plans I had for today," she said flippantly. "Please tell me you've been a good girl since your little slip, Principal Turner."

Maggie could not help but smile as the image of Taisha's face flashed in her head. She wanted to taunt her back with a comment about how her face gave her away Tuesday night, but Maggie wanted Taisha's confidence to thrive. She was an eager student and dared not jeopardize her next lesson.

"I have been a good girl; I promise, Ms. Taisha," Maggie replied, looking in her eyes. "I am ready to learn." Her heart pounded as she could sense Taisha getting flustered as much as she was.

Taisha felt her will crumbling, and pondered inviting Maggie into the RV. She rolled her neck as her shoulders were a bit sore from swimming.

"Are you sore, Ms. Taisha? Could I give you a shoulder rub?"

"That would be great," said Taisha, as she sat up.

Maggie quickly stepped up and sat behind her. She gently gripped those shoulders she had longed to touch Tuesday night, and pressed her thighs against Taisha's buns.

"I do like your swimsuit, Ms. Taisha," whispered Maggie, letting her breath wash over Taisha's neck. She grinned as goose bumps spread down Taisha's arms. "I can't stop thinking about what you said about taking that dress off me. I want you to teach me. I want to learn all the thousand ways you have to pleasure me. And I can't wait until you allow me to reciprocate, Ms. Taisha."

Taisha moaned, rolling her head as Maggie massaged her neck and shoulders. "That feels so good, Principal Turner."

"I've never wanted anything so much, Ms. Taisha. I want to let my hand slip under the waistband of those pink bottoms and let my fingers melt into you, Ms. Taisha. I want to be inside of you and feel your hot wetness as I feel you come. I want to touch you, and taste you, and love you, Ms. Taisha." Maggie panted softly as she pushed her pelvis against Taisha.

"Do you feel how hot you make my pussy, Ms. Taisha?" Maggie's hand worked her shoulder and neck.

Taisha's eyes closed and she felt her whole body warm as she nodded.

"I saw how much you wanted me Tuesday night, and I have burned for you ever since." Her hands stopped massaging, but her pelvis, ever so subtly, rubbed against her. "Does your neck feel better, Ms. Taisha?"

"Oh God, yes. Thank you, Principal Turner," Taisha panted, ready to proceed with the next session, punishment be damned.

"I'm glad I could help," said Maggie, as she stood up. "I have to get ready for my next appointment. I have a busy day. I'll see you tomorrow."

Taisha was speechless as Maggie strutted back into the house.

Maggie grinned without looking back. She was right. Taisha had planned to torture her all day if she stayed home. But Maggie had a full calendar of events, to distract herself.

After a moment, Taisha smiled at Maggie's not-so-subtle jab. Fortunately, she had Lizzie to take out her frustrations on.

Maggie kept busy all day, and was proud of her effort to minimize the frustration of her day of punishment. But when she returned after the donor dinner, it was 11:00 p.m. Her mind quickly turned to Taisha. Maggie was wearing a white sun dress and, as she looked in the mirror, she imagined knocking on the door of Taisha's RV, and inviting herself in.

Taisha would kiss her passionately, while sliding the dress off her shoulders...

Maggie wanted to go to her, but knew the most likely outcome would be Taisha making her wait. She lay in bed until a few minutes after midnight, with no hope of sleeping anytime soon. Then she got an idea, and texted Taisha.

Maggie: I'm back home, and it is now Sunday.

Her heart raced at a quick response.

Taisha: Glad you're so eager! But I need you well rested.

Taisha: After your swim in the morning, I will need you to shower and present yourself for your lesson in just your bath robe.

Maggie: I can't sleep, thinking about you. Please!

Taisha: In due time, Principal Turner. Do your best to rest. We don't want to waste another day.

Maggie was not surprised, after her tease Saturday morning; the inevitable answer was "in due time!" So, she decided to shower and shave every nook cranny and crease of her body. She trimmed her muff as meticulously as she ever had, and primped herself as best she could, so she would simply have to rinse off and do her hair after her swim.

It was 3 a.m. when Maggie last looked at the clock. She lay there warm, wet and frustrated, playing through a hundred scenarios in her mind. She finally dozed for a few minutes, but woke again about 4:30 a.m. Around 5, she gave up and put on her bathing suit. She noisily went out to the pool area, drug the lounge chair across the deck as loudly as possible, and started her swim.

When she finished, there was no sign of movement in the RV. She sat and considered knocking. Before she could decide, she saw the curtain in the front window open, and her mouth opened at the sight.

Taisha stood in the window wearing a transparent, white lace kimono.

She slid it open, placing her hands on her hips to hold it that way. Underneath she wore a white lace, barely-there string bralette and matching boy-short-style panties. Maggie never appreciated the irony of calling brief style lace panties boy-shorts until that moment. There was nothing boy about Taisha Smith!

Maggie stood up, unblinking and mouth wide.

Taisha picked up a white riding crop and tapped the leather flap in her left hand.

Maggie was turned on and terrified at the same time.

Then, Taisha pretended to look at a watch, but only looked at her bare wrist. Then, she tapped it, and pointed toward the house and mouthed the word 'hurry' to Maggie.

Less than thirty minutes later, she knocked on the door.

"Come in, Principal Turner," Taisha yelled from the bedroom.

Maggie stepped in, wearing only her black silk bathrobe, as instructed.

Taisha stood in the bedroom doorway, still holding the riding crop.

"You look simply delicious, Principal Turner. Right this way," Taisha smiled and turned to the side, pointing at the bed with the riding crop. "Your attire awaits, my pet."

Maggie could barely breathe as she took in the image of the dark-skinned beauty in bright white lingerie.

Taisha began to sing Stevie Wonder softly, as Maggie stepped into the bedroom. "Ebony and Ivory..." Taisha stepped aside and let Maggie step into the bedroom, then she opened the bathroom door creating a mirrored wall in the hallway, as she had done the first time Maggie put on the outfit.

This time, however, Taisha leaned her gorgeous backside on the built-in dresser at the foot of the bed and watched Maggie, intently.

"Principal Turner, the first time you put this outfit on, I stood on the opposite side of that door, imagining the look on your face as you put it on for me. This time I would like to watch." She smiled, crossed her legs, and tapped the riding crop in her palm.

Maggie stood beside the bed, looking at the familiar outfit. Only this time, there was also a silk blind-fold, and an object about the size of her palm, that reminded Maggie of 'The Bean' on the Plaza in Chicago. It was shiny and chrome-colored, only the ends were slightly more pointed.

Maggie looked at Taisha and back at the items. Then without further prompting, she turned sideways to Taisha, facing the mirror. She pealed her black robe back over her shoulder, watching herself in the mirror. As it fell to the floor, she looked at Taisha seductively and watched her reaction.

Taisha took a loud deep breath as Principal Turner dropped her arms to her sides, hands pointing straight out to the sides, and spun slowly - like a nude ballerina. That image of Taisha's blissful face was still as clear as day in Maggie's mind as she presented her naked self to Taisha.

"Principal Turner, I've never wanted anyone so much as I want you right now."

Maggie's confidence grew as much as her smile, seeing herself through Taisha's eyes. "I've never felt so wanted, Ms. Taisha." She pondered putting on the outfit, only to take it off soon, but she did enjoy the feeling of putting it on the first time; and there was something extremely arousing about Taisha watching.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the panties up and on, then crawled on the bed, standing on her knees, and pulled the pantie straps up over her hips with her ass facing Taisha. Her knees were spread as she positioned the triple straps high on her hips, pulling the thong up above her cheeks. She spun on her knees, looking at the fit of the panties and watching the lust in Taisha's eyes. Then Maggie sat and slid the black lace stocking up each leg, smoothing them and caressing herself up and down the length of each leg.

Maggie was already warm and wet, hearing Taisha gently moan just watching her put on the lingerie. Next, she put on the black bra with matching triple criss-crossing straps. She slid the shoulder straps on, and then turned her back to Taisha. "Can you please help me with this, Ms. Taisha?"

She did so happily, but stepped quickly back and watched Maggie attach the secondary clasp that connected three additional narrow elastic straps in the center of her back.

Maggie loved how she looked in the outfit, and loved even more how Taisha looked at her. Taisha darted her eyes toward the bed and Maggie looked toward the remaining items. She picked up the bean thing, and Taisha slapped the riding crop in her palm.

"You are not to touch that with your hands at any point today, Principal Turner. Understood?" commanded Taisha.

Maggie set it back down. "Yes, Ms. Taisha," she answered timidly. She hoped Taisha was not into inflicting pain. Though Maggie clearly loved the idea of surrendering control sexually, she did not imagine ever enjoying pain.

"Thank you for your obedience, Principal Turner. As I told you last week, today is about trust and endurance. Now please proceed with the next article of clothing."

Once again, Maggie stood on her knees on the bed, and looked at Taisha as she covered her eyes with the blind-fold and seductively tied it behind her head. "I trust you completely, Ms. Taisha," said Maggie calmly.

"Excellent, Principal Turner. Are you ready for your next lesson, my little teacher's pet?"

"Yes please, Ms. Taisha. Yes, please," she sighed.

"Good. I'm going to need you to lay down on your back with your hands over your head and legs stretched, please."

Maggie did as instructed, surprised at the level of excitement she felt relinquishing control. She had never experienced sight deprivation before, but she trusted Taisha so much, it only excited her more.

"Such a good student, Principal Turner," whispered Taisha.

Maggie felt the leather flap on the tip of the riding crop gently touch her belly at her panty line, and slowly caress its way up her belly.

Maggie moaned and thrust her abdomen sky ward. Her pussy flushed with heat as the sensation of being blindfolded and touched so gently made her whole-body tingle. When the flap reached her breasts, she could feel it circle her right breast through the fabric of the bra.

"You are so sexy, Principal Turner. So much desire in that beautiful body..."

Maggie whimpered and pushed her abdomen high again, as the flap slid back down her tummy.

"Oh sweetie, you're so excited."

"Oh yes!" Maggie gasped.

"Do you think you could come without me even touching your sweet little pussy, Principal Turner?" she asked with a sweet, genuinely curious tone.

"Oh yes, Ms. Taisha!" Maggie spoke in frantic little gasps of breath. "You excite me so m, much!"

"I wonder how many times you could come for me, Principal Turner. Should we find out?" Taisha asked softly, as she began to gently rub Maggie's pussy through her panties with the riding crop tip.

"Oh yes, Ms. Taisha, please!" whimpered Maggie, as she spread her legs wider.

The crop tip gently tapped her pussy, and Maggie thrust her pussy sky ward in response. She could not believe how much Taisha excited her. The blindfold seemed to intensify everything, and she loved it.

"And you're sure there have been no more moments of weakness, Principal Turner?" She gave her pussy another little tap.

"No, Ms. Taisha! I promise; I've obeyed you since my slip up," Maggie pleaded.

"Good girl, Principal Turner..." The riding crop rubbed Maggie's crotch, and she whimpered and humped it eagerly. "...Oh my, you really need to come, don't you?"

"Yes, please!" she yelled.

Taisha took the riding crop away. "Okay, sweetie. Take a deep breath and calm down. I have a little surprise for you, but I need you to put your knees together and stretch your legs straight out."

Maggie complied.

"Good, now keep those hands together and over your head. Oh yeah, that's so sexy, Principal Turner. Now hold still. I promise, you're gonna love this."

Maggie's heart raced as she felt Taisha's fingers pull up the waistband of her panties. Then she slid the bean thing into her panties and lined up the little raised nub with her clit.

"Tell me when it feels like I hit the spot, Principal Turner," she said, seductively. "Do you feel that on your clit?"

"Y, yes," Maggie gasped. "Right there, I think."

"Okay, now I'm gonna turn it on Low, and I want you to tell me how that feels."

Maggie gasped as the vibrator kicked on.

"Feels good, huh!" Maggie gasped.

"Excellent. Now, you need to keep your arms and legs where they are, at all times. If at any time you feel like you might come, I want you to tell me, okay?"

"Huh, huh, huh, okay," Maggie panted.

"Don't hold back..."

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" Maggie began to squeal as the bean was already bringing her to climax. She couldn't believe the sensation of being blind-folded and knowing Taisha had control to the magical vibrating toy.

Taisha felt an amazing rush of excitement watching Principal Turner squeal like porn star.

"That's it, Principal Turner! Don't hold back..."

The high pitched wail grew louder and longer, then she yelled out, "You're making me come, Ms. Taisha! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Such a good student. That's it, come loud, Principal Turner."

Maggie let it out, enjoying the sensation and the complete lack of inhibition. As her orgasm peaked her volume dropped off, and after a moment Taisha turned it off.

"Do you see how easily I can make you come, without even touching you?"

"Uh huh," nodded Maggie.

"What was that? All of thirty seconds, before you came? I wonder what happens on High."

The vibrator roared into action with what felt like 10 times the power.

"Oooooh, Hoah!" Maggie squeaked.

"You like the High setting, Principal Turner?"

"Yyyyyeeeeesssss, Oh God!" Maggie's high-pitched scream returned.

"All this, without even touching you," said Taisha, with an almost surprised tone. She truly was amazed at how excited Maggie was.

"Oh God, you're making come, huh, a, again. Oooooohhhhhhh!"

Taisha's smile was ear to ear. Principal Turner was holding nothing back, and Taisha felt like she might have a sympathy orgasm right along with her.

No one had ever made Maggie feel pleasure like that before. The vibrator had her clit firing through her entire body, and she never wanted it to end. Maggie squealed like a schoolgirl and didn't care. Her panties were soaking through as the second orgasm gripped her.

When it subsided, Taisha turned it off for a few seconds. "I wonder how you'll like the pulse setting?" Taisha asked innocently.

The vibrator kicked back on the Low setting for a few seconds, then off again. When it powered back on, Maggie moaned along with it, thrusting her pelvis skyward with each pulse.

"So, is it safe to say you like the pulse setting, Principal Turner?" Taisha whispered, inches from her ear.

"Yes, Ms. Taisha, Yes! Yes! Yes!" she said, in time with each pulse.

"Your panties are wet, Principal Turner. Are you coming again, already?"

"Yes! Yes! You're, making, me, come!" Each syllable was in time with the vibrator pulse.

Taisha watched Maggie's abs contract with each orgasmic pulse. It was such a turn-on to watch. "Three times already," said Taisha as her orgasm began to subside. "Maybe we should take a break..." Maggie nodded. "...or should we try the pulse on High?"

The tenfold intensity sent her body into another round of convulsive spasms in rhythm with the wonderous bean. Her arms and legs jumped with each pulse, forcing her into mini crunches. Hearing herself screech as the bean zapped her clit, was like an out of body experience. Maggie could hardly believe those sounds were coming from her mouth, but unrelenting firing of her clit sent electrifying pleasure through her body and mind. The louder she shouted, the better it felt.

She fought the urge to grab the vibrator, unsure if she would yank it out of her panties or press it harder against her clit. She wanted control, but loved not having control, at the same time.

"Principal Turner, you're coming so hard, again." Taisha was in awe.

"Making me Coooooooommmmmmmmee!! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Four times, so quickly...," Taisha said, with a tone of wonder.

Every muscle seemed to contract with each blast from her clit, and Maggie felt a flood of warm juices with each spasm. She could feel the comforter soaked with her cum.

The vibrator switched to steady slow, and Maggie caught her breath, thankful for a break.

"I wish you could feel how wet I am right now, Principal Turner. I nearly came in my panties, just watching that cute little tummy spasm. Not as wet as you, though..." Maggie could hear Taisha breathing deep. "Oh, your little pussy smells so good! I remember that first time my finger slid inside you," sighed Taisha, her breath washing over Maggie's ear.

Maggie whimpered and gyrated her hips.

"Do you remember that, Principal Turner?"

"Yes!" grunted Maggie.

"Just one little finger inside you made me so crazy. I'll never forget holding you in my arms as you came so hard for me..."

"Oh, please," whined Maggie. "Oh God, you're making me come."

Taisha stared at Maggie's quivering mouth as orgasm number five took her yet again.

Her back arched and legs stiffened. "Coming for you! I love what you do to me, Ms. Taisha. Nobody, huh! Oh God, you're making me come."

When her orgasm passed, Maggie pleaded. "Turn it off please, I n, need a break."

"But, Principal Turner, I was just thinking about...," Taisha switched it to low pulse, "...the first time I tasted your warm sweet pussy. You spread yourself so wide for me..."

"Oh, my God!" Maggie blurted, imagining the first time Taisha's tongue slid up the length of her slit.

"You remember?"

"Yes!" she whimpered, spreading her legs. The riding crop tapped her thigh, rapidly reminding her to keep her legs together and extended. She complied, reluctantly.

"I'll never forget how good your succulent little cunt tastes, Principal Turner. And how soft and warm you are. Did you like feeling my tongue in your steaming little cunt, Principal Turner?"

Maggie never used the C word ever, but hearing Taisha say it got her going again.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Taisha, your tongue feels so good..."

"You spread your legs so wide for me, so I could get all the way inside you..."

Maggie found herself building to yet another climax. She fought the urge to spread her legs again, reliving that moment when she came with Taisha's tongue inside her.

"Oh God, I love what you do to me, Ms. Taisha! You're making me come, again. Ooohhhhh, fffffuuuuuccckkk!" Maggie sang out.

"There's my dirty-mouthed teacher's pet. I want you so fucking much, Principal Turner." Taisha could barely contain herself, but needed to remain strong, just one more time.

"You're making me come! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!"

Maggie's arms and legs were stiff as a board, as she came for the sixth time in less than 15 minutes. Her stomach muscles ached, as they spasmed again and again.

Sensing the orgasm passing, Taisha switched it back to steady and slow.

"Thank you. Please, a break, Ms. Taisha," Maggie panted.

"Okay, Principal Turner. You were right, your stamina is up to par. Just breathe and relax. Oh God, I just want to eat you up. You turn me on so much, Principal Turner," Taisha whispered, as she stretched out next to Maggie, as close as she could without touching her.

Maggie could feel the heat radiating from Taisha as she lay next to her.

"My pussy is so wet for you right now; I was just thinking about how you put that sweet little ass in the air and let me finger fuck you from behind, while I rubbed your clit from underneath with my other hand..."

Maggie moaned again, her clit stiff and swelled, but nearly spent. She recalled the speed of Taisha's fingers, as it was the most thoroughly anyone had ever fucked her. And once again, as if on cue, the vibrator kicked into High.

"Tell me again how you like to be fucked, Principal Turner," Taisha commanded.

"H, hard and fast!" Maggie barked. "Hard and fucking fast! Oh my God!"

Taisha brought out the inner nasty-mouthed, insatiable freak Maggie never knew she was, and she liked it.

"Fuck me, Ms. Taisha! Fuck me hard, please!"

Maggie's hips swung up and down, and she tried to bring her arms down, but Taisha 's hand gripped her wrists and held them to the bed.

"Do I need to restrain you, Principal Turner?"

Maggie immediately pushed her hands against the bed, keeping them in place, and Taisha released her grip.

"Oh yes, Principal Turner, so hard and fast. Are you gonna squirt your cum again for me, sweetie?"

Her hips bounced and she succumbed to orgasm number seven, with the vibrator pummeling her clit, yet again. Maggie sang out, "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, fuck me hard! Coming, oh fuck me!"

Maggie could barely breathe as Taisha pushed her to her limit and beyond. She relived that moment last week, with her face buried in the bed, ass in the air, and pussy spread wide for Taisha. Maggie's hips fucked the vibrator wildly, until her clit could take no more.

Taisha sensed the urgency and switched the vibrator off. "Seven times, Principal Turner, very impressive. Has Sam ever...?"

Maggie interrupted. "Hell, no!" No one's ever, ...oh God, not even close. Thank you, Ms. Taisha. This is the best lesson ever. Can I please take of this blind-fold and return the favor? PLEASE!" She begged, emphatically.

"Principal Turner, how many times must I tell you? ...In due time..."

"Don't tell me that again, please!"

Maggie tried to sit up, and Taisha shouted, "Ah, ah, ah! Don't you move; this lesson is not done, yet. If you do not complete the lesson, there will be no "due time." Understood?"

"I came seven times! My clit is sore, and- "

"I need you to tell me what you want to do to me, Principal Turner. And I want you to be nasty about it."

Maggie needed no prompting. She let it all out. "I want to make love to you, Ms. Taisha. I want to kiss you and feel you and taste you. I've never wanted anything so much..." The vibrator kicked on low. "No more, please," Maggie begged.

"Continue, Principal Turner!" Taisha said sternly.

"I want to kiss you all over. I want to start at your neck and shoulders, and kiss them slowly and thoroughly. I love the feel of your skin on my lips! I've never kissed a woman's breasts before, but I want to feel your nipples stiffen in my mouth, Ms. Taisha." She whimpered as the vibrator began to tingle again.

"My pussy's so wet for you, Principal Turner." Taisha's breathing became more labored.

"I want to feel those tits in my hand, while I lick and tease those dark, stiff nipples..."

"Oh yes, I feel that, Principal Turner. Don't stop." Taisha whispered so close to her ear Maggie could feel the warmth from her lips on her ear lobe. "I'm gonna take these pesky clothes off, Principal Turner. I wanna be completely uncovered for you."

That set Maggie's juices flowing, once again. Her beautiful black Goddess was finally getting naked for her.

"Oh yes, Ms. Taisha. I wanna kiss you all over, and feel my skin against yours, with nothing between us. Oh God, I want you so much."

Maggie could feel Taisha undressing as her pussy heated up, again. When Taisha settled in close again, still not touching her anywhere, Maggie continued. "I wanna slip my fingers inside of you while I lick your stiff nipples. Oh God, you're so warm and wet... Oh fuck. You're gonna make me come again, Ms. Taisha. I can't believe what you do to me. I want you so much! Please let me touch you."

"I love what you're doing to me right now, Principal Turner. Don't stop. Tell me how it feels to be inside of me."

Maggie hated the torture, but loved it, at the same time. She wanted so badly to do all the things she was describing; but loved how Taisha could make love to her mind better than anyone had ever made love to her, mind and body together.

"You're so warm and silky smooth. Your pussy squeezes my finger so tight. I can feel your heart pounding... Oh, Ms. Taisha, turn it up! I wanna come again, please," Maggie begged, in disbelief that Taisha was pushing her to number eight.

"You don't need it turned up, Principal Turner. Let me just tell you how good you make me feel. I've dreamed of those fingers inside me for so long... They feel so good in my pussy , I can't help but clamp down, to hold them inside me."

Maggie felt herself slipping over the edge yet again, listening to the intensity of Taisha's voice as she described her pleasure at Maggie's hands. "After all the times I've thought of you being inside me, it feels so much better than I ever imagined. Oh, Maggie, don't stop. You feel so good. Oh yes, I'm so wet for you. Make me come, please. Oh yes, Maggie, honey, I'm coming! Oh yes!"

Maggie's body shook as she heard Taisha Smith beg for her fingers. There was no holding back orgasm number eight. Ms. Taisha once again hit the buttons in Maggie's mind that brought her to the edge of bliss and beyond.

Taisha watched in wonder as Maggie whimpered and shook, as the climax went on. The image of bringing Taisha ultimate pleasure brought her the most gratifying orgasm, yet. "Oh, yes, come for Ms. Ta, ta, isha!" Maggie's back arched as her climax peaked.

"I need to come right now, Principal Turner, and I need you to come with me. I'm gonna remove the blind-fold so you can see me, but you may not move. Understood?"

"Understood," replied Maggie eagerly.

From the movement of the bed, Maggie could tell Taisha stood up and straddled her abdomen. Then she bent over and pulled off the blind-fold.

Though the vibrator continued to buzz against her overly-used clit, the sight above her washed any discomfort away. Her skin was dark and smooth and shimmering. Her breasts full and shapely. Her nipples were at attention and, remarkably, just as Maggie had imagined them. Here stomach was toned and slightly curved, giving way to a perfectly manicured triangular muff, topping a neatly shaved pussy.

Her legs were spread wide enough to reveal a pink slit between her dark labia. The color contrast made her little slit look as bright as her neon-pink bikini. Her thighs were smooth and strong, and Maggie wanted nothing more than to run her hands up them, as she made her way onto her knees to eat Taisha's pussy for the first time.

Taisha looked down at her hungrily, smiling. "Do you like, Principal Turner?"

"Oh, yes! Please let me..."

Taisha put her finger to her lips, signaling Maggie to be quiet, and slowly dropped to her knees, placing her pussy about eight inches above Maggie's ribs. Of course, she made certain that no part of her touched Maggie.

"You have been taunting me for so long, Principal Turner, I need some satisfaction." She pushed a button on a small remote and the vibrator kicked into High. "Will you please come with me, Principal Maggie Turner?"

She looked into those brown beautiful eyes and nodded. "Yes, please, Ms. Taisha."

"Tell me what you want, Principal Turner," said Taisha, as her right hand slid down her belly to her now-spread pink wetness.

"I want you to lower that sweet pussy to my lips and let me taste you, please."

Taisha's middle finger slid between her labia that were sandwiched between her pointer and ring fingers. Taisha's eyes closed as her middle finger disappeared. Her moan sent another tingle through Maggie as the vibrator screamed away on High.

"I want to wiggle my tongue all the way into your pink little pussy. I've never seen anything so deliciously pink in my life. Please let me taste you, Ms. Taisha. I'll do anything you want."

"Oh yes, Principal Turner, I want you inside me. Oh, shit, that feels so ...aahhh!"

Maggie could not believe Taisha was touching herself, thinking about her. She'd never seen anything quite so sexy, and was fairly certain Taisha was coming already. Had she not had the vibrator buzzing in her own pussy while she watched, she would have realized how many times Taisha had deprived herself of gratification, while giving it freely and repeatedly to Maggie.

It was no wonder that when she finally gave in, Taisha's climax came quickly.

"Oh yes, please. Come in my mouth, Ms. Taisha!" said Maggie.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" Taisha gasped.

Taisha's upper body trembled uncontrollably, and her mouth hung open wide. Her moans were loud and desperate.

Maggie watched in awe as she felt like this was finally some form of reciprocation.

Then, Taisha twitched forward and back as her pent-up frustration was finally released. The orgasm seemed to pass, but her fingers sped up and she leaned forward, propping herself up on her left hand while her right rubbed her pussy, frantically.

She looked Maggie in the eyes and said, "Oh, come with me, Principal Turner! I've dreamed of this for so long." She lowered her face inches from Maggie's, and closed her eyes.

"Your tongue feels so good, inside. Eat my fucking pussy, please, Principal Turner."

Taisha's breath washed over her face as she heard Taisha's fingers sloshing in her soaked pussy.

"I can smell your creamy cunt, Taisha. I want it so bad." Maggie panted, feeling another climax approaching. It was torture and bliss, finally seeing Taisha's naked gorgeous body so close she felt her heat, but unable to touch her. Yet in so many ways this was, without a doubt, the most satisfying day of her life.

"Oh yes, come with me, Maggie!" Taisha panted, as Principal Maggie Turner begged for cunt!

"I'm coming, Ms. Taisha. Huh!" Maggie squealed as she watched Taisha's eyes close in ecstacy. The scents, sounds, and motions of Taisha fingering herself for Maggie, pushed her to orgasm number nine. She never would have imagined it possible, but knowing Taisha was coming with her made it all the more powerful.

Taisha came so hard the bed rocked, but never once did she allow any part of her to touch Maggie. Even as the orgasm passed, she refused to give in and allow their bodies to rest together.

When the vibrator mercifully clicked off, Maggie hoped Taisha would rest her naked body on top of her, but she did not. Instead, she brought her right hand down to the bed and balanced on all fours, hovering over Maggie.

She smiled and lowered herself to Maggie's ear. "Principal Turner, I have one last test for today's lesson. Do you really want to taste me?"

"Yes, please!" Maggie pleaded.

"But I've warned you what will happen. Once you get a taste you'll want more and more. Are you willing to live with that, Principal Turner? Addiction is a powerful thing."

"Please, I need it, Ms. Taisha."

Taisha brought her fingers to Maggie's nose. Maggie opened her mouth and Taisha pulled them back. "Not yet, my pet. Just breathe me in."

Maggie's eyes closed and she did as commanded, groaning softly. The vibrating bean resumed the low pulse pattern, and Maggie wondered if she could endure reaching climax number ten.

"I need your pussy so bad, Ms. Taisha."

"You'll crave it, every day. Are you sure you want to start down that path, Principal Turner?" asked Taisha, in her concerned schoolteacher voice.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Maggie barked in frustration.

Taisha tapped Maggie's lip and pulled her fingers back, taunting her once more. Then, she began to touch herself, again.

"I'm so wet for you right now, Principal Turner. Goodness, my fingers slide right in..."

Maggie let out a pathetic little whimper of frustration. "Please Ms. Taisha. I've waited so long."

"Can you come for me one more time, Principal Turner?" she asked innocently, as the bean pulsed in the High setting.

Maggie's high-pitched song began, again. "Ooohhhh, Ms. Taisha, please."

Taisha's body rocked as she fingered herself, still straddling Maggie. "Come for me, Principal Turner, and I just might let you lick my fingers clean."

Maggie was sore and exhausted, but knowing Taisha was fingering herself again excited her, so much. She watched Taisha's breasts sway as her body rocked.

"Please, let me taste your pussy, Ms. Taisha," Maggie pleaded.

"Are you gonna come for me, Principal Turner?" yelled Taisha, bringing herself to another frenzied orgasm.

"Yes Ms. Taisha, I'm gonna come for you again and again," Maggie's hips rolled as she tried to fuck the vibrator, but fatigue was setting in. She feared she just didn't have another in her.

"Oh God, Principal Turner, you make me crazy!" shouted Taisha. "I've loved you for so long. I love everything, ah about, ah you." Taisha's body jerked wildly as she came for a third time. "I, love, all, of you."

Maggie heard those words, and her body went limp. The bean pulsed as those words floated through her mind. Her body tingled with joy, and as her pussy moistened again, her heart raced with excitement. She was right about the look on Taisha's face.

She was in love with Maggie. Taisha dropped her head to Maggie's ear, "Come for me, my love." Then her cum-drenched fingers parted Maggie's lips and slid into her mouth, flooding her taste buds with Taisha's sweet nectar.

Maggie sucked them hard and whimpered loudly as Taisha felt her body quiver with her tenth climax of the day.

"Do you like that, Principal Turner?" she whispered, as she allowed her body to finally settle in against Maggie's.

Maggie managed to nod in the grips of her climax, as she knew Taisha was right. Her cum was better than any drug she could imagine.

Taisha smiled as she watched Maggie's body quiver as she feverishly sucked her fingers. Her squeals gave Taisha the ultimate feeling of satisfaction. When the climax passed, Taisha quickly turned off the vibrator and gently removed it from Maggie's panties. She sat it aside and rolled on her side facing Maggie. Taisha smiled, knowing the rest of the day they would rest. But, next time, she would let Maggie have her way.

"Once again, you were a model student, Principal Turner. Lesson complete, and you pass with honors. You showed unprecedented endurance and discipline. I have used that vibrator on several occasions myself, and never made it past six."

Maggie rolled to face her and lay with her head on her bicep, looking Taisha in the eye. She brought her hand to Taisha's cheek, "You do things to me I never thought possible, Taisha Smith." Then she leaned in and kissed her softly. "You are so beautiful," Maggie sighed, and kissed her again.

They continued to kiss lovingly for several minutes, then lay in each other's arms. Maggie relished the feel of their naked bodies together. She had never felt so completely satisfied, and as the lack of sleep from the night before caught up to her, she was reminded how she felt when Sam passed out immediately after sex.

She was relieved when she sensed Taisha had fallen asleep, already. She quickly fell into a deep and restful sleep.

To Be Continued...

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