The Principal’s Turn – Toy Training

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.”