Chapter 11

Sarah’s mind was in a haze; she felt intoxicated, her head spinning. Thoughts of escape, her parents, and the perversity of the situation had vanished.

“I am going to devour you, Sarah,” Ms. Pembroke whispered.

Sarah nodded, still feeling the aftershocks of her unexpected climax. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she was too overwhelmed to protest or resist as Ms. Pembroke took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.

The room was softly lit by a single lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm glow over the large bed. The plush comforter was pulled back, revealing crisp, white sheets.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Ms. Pembroke said, her voice still low and soothing, her hands moving to the buttons of the camisole. Sarah felt the fabric slide off her shoulders and shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin. Ms. Pembroke kissed the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“Lie down,” she instructed, guiding Sarah to the bed.

The older woman climbed onto the bed, straddling her. “You’re so beautiful, Sarah,” she Sarah smiled, she had never been called beautiful before, not in this way, maybe she could enjoy this? She started to giggle as Ms. Pembroke, still in her gown, smiled down at her, her white hair falling down her face, cupping her cute dimpled giggling face, so fresh and youthful.

“What are you laughing at, you silly girl” mused Ms Pembroke, before she leaned down and kissed her, her tongue slipping into Sarah’s mouth. It was gentle at first, but grew more insistent as the kiss deepened. Sarah felt different this time, her second kiss, and she was not as repulsed as the large tongue invaded the space of her mouth.

Her teacher’s hands roamed over her body, cupping the threadbare skin of her tiny flat breasts, tweaking her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure through her. Then, they moved lower, sliding under the waistband of the green satin panties. Sarah gasped as Ms. Pembroke’s fingers found her wet pussy again.

“Ms. P-Pembroke...” she stammered, unsure of what to say.

“Sarah, just keep quiet darling”

Ms. Pembroke’s touch grew more insistent, her fingers sliding through the small delicate sticky folds within her small slit, spreading her wetness. Her thumb circled Sarah’s clit, the sensation making the young girl’s toes curl.

“Mmmm these panties are going to smell really nice after this” smiled the older woman, watching the juices flow from the sides of the gusset down Sarah’s inner thighs.

Her hand left Sarah’s panties and trailed up her concave stomach, between her nipples along her visible rib cage and to her mouth.

“Open your mouth.” Sarah obeyed, and the teacher slid her thumb, glistening with the young girl’s juices, and some residual menstrual blood, into her mouth. “Taste yourself,” she whispered. Sarah’s eyes widened, but she tentatively licked the digit, surprised by the sweetness and tanginess of her insides.

Ms. Pembroke chuckled, amused by Sarah’s reaction. “Good girl,” she purred, withdrawing her thumb. She then reached for the hem of her gown and pulled it over her head, revealing her toned body clad only in her bra and panties.

“I’m going to get the girls out now,” she announced, her voice sultry. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal full, firm breasts with large, dark nipples that stood erect with excitement. Leaning in closer, she allowed her breasts to brush gently against flat Sarah’s chest, the sensation both new and exhilarating for the delirious young girl.

Sarah felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch them, her curiosity piqued.

As Ms. Pembroke’s breasts brushed against her nipples, Sarah’s fingertips tingled with the desire to explore the soft mounds of flesh. She tentatively reached up, her eyes locked onto the older woman’s as she cupped the full orbs in her hands. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, as they melted into their hands as she cupped them.

Ms. Pembroke leaned back slightly, allowing Sarah the freedom to explore further. The young girl’s thumbs circled the dark areolas, as she felt the hardened peaks of the teacher’s nipples beneath her fingertips. She rolled them gently, watching as the woman’s eyes closed in pleasure.

“Take it in your mouth,” purred Ms. Pembroke, “think of me as your mummy.” Encouraged, Sarah leaned in and took one of the nipples into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. It felt to her like a small pebble, so hard against the soft flesh dangling on top of her face. She swirled her tongue around it, feeling it harden even more against her wetness. Ms. Pembroke’s breath hitched as she felt the gentle suction, her body arching slightly to press more of her breast into Sarah’s open mouth.

“Yes, darling,” she whispered, “that’s it.”

Sarah grew bolder, taking more of the teacher’s breast into her mouth and suckling firmly. Ms. Pembroke’s hands gently cradled the back of Sarah’s head, guiding her movements and encouraging her to take more. Her other hand slid down her stomach and into her own panties, her fingers seeking out her own clit. She began to rub it in time with the motion of Sarah’s mouth on her nipple.

“Mm, that’s right,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering open to gaze down at Sarah. The sight of the young girl’s innocent suckling intensified the heat between her legs.

Sarah’s hands nervously explored the teacher’s body, tracing the contours of her stomach, the weathered yet taut texture of her fifty-year-old skin, and the firmness of her hips.

Ms. Pembroke’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt her climax approaching. “Keep sucking, Sarah,” she instructed, her voice strained with desire. She looked down into the doe-eyed gaze of the young girl, who continued to suckle at her breasts, her expression a mix of innocence and confusion. Pulling back, she let her nipple slip from Sarah’s lips and moved down between her legs.

Finally, she was going to taste her. Spreading Sarah’s slim thighs, she gazed at the young girl’s sex—a delicate slit revealing a hint of pink amidst the light brown skin, glistening with anticipation. The sight made the teacher’s breath catch in her throat. She leaned down, her mouth watering, and kissed the soft mound before sliding her tongue along the length of Sarah’s slit. The girl gasped at the contact, her body tensing in anticipation.

Ms. Pembroke’s tongue delved into the folds of Sarah’s sex, tasting her sweetness mixed with the metallic taste of blood and savoring every drop. She felt the young girl’s body respond, her hips lifting slightly to meet her mouth. With gentle precision, she found the swollen nub of her clit and began to suckle on it, her tongue swirling around it in a hypnotic pattern.

Sarah’s eyes blew open then shut tightly in shock. Even more than the fingers, the hot tongue of the older woman made her feel something she could have barely imagined a day earlier. Her teacher was kissing her, between her legs! She had never felt anything so intense before, and she couldn’t help but push her hips upward, begging for more. The teacher’s mouth was like a hot brand on her sensitive flesh, setting it alight with every flick and suck.

As Ms. Pembroke continued to pleasure her, Sarah’s hands found their way into the older woman’s hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt her body building towards something incredible, something she had never experienced before.

Ms. Pembroke felt the girl’s orgasm approaching and increased the pressure, her tongue flicking faster and harder against the sensitive nub. With a cry, Sarah’s body convulsed, and she came, her muscles clenching around her teacher’s tongue.

Ms. Pembroke pulled back, her face glistening with the girl’s juices. “Beautiful,” she murmured before kissing her way back up to Sarah’s mouth, sharing the taste with her.

The two of them lay there, panting and intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat. Ms. Pembroke’s hand stroked the young girl’s hair, her eyes filled with a mix of hunger and affection. “You’re mine now, my little treasure,” she whispered. “You belong to me.”

Sarah nodded, lost in the aftermath of her climax, trying to remember where she was, how her universe had been completely upended. “She belonged to this woman? What had happened?”

After some moments of kissing, stroking, and cuddling, Ms. Pembroke’s demeanor shifted. “Now, darling, it’s time for you to return the favor,” she said, her voice a low purr.

Sarah swallowed, suddenly terrified by the thought of what lay between the woman’s legs. “I ... I don’t want to do that...” she stammered.

Ms. Pembroke’s eyes grew a little colder, and she smiled primly. “Don’t worry, sweet girl,” she reassured, her voice soothing yet firm. “I’ll guide you through it. Just relax and do as I say.”

With a gentle push, she rolled Sarah onto her stomach, her hands caressing the smooth skin of her back. Sarah could feel the warmth of the woman’s breath on her neck as Ms. Pembroke leaned in to whisper in her ear, “This is what little girls are made for, darling.”

Sarah rested nervously on her stomach, her chin propped on the bed, as Ms. Pembroke sat up and spread her legs in front of her face, sliding close. Sarah found herself face to face with Ms. Pembroke’s vagina, nestled between her pale thighs. The smooth, glistening skin was interrupted by a fleshy cleft of purple lips, their scent overpowering.

“Touch it, Sarah,” Ms. Pembroke urged, her voice a soft command. “Feel how wet it is—that’s because of you.”

Sarah’s finger wavered in the air, trembling slightly as she hesitated just inches away from Ms. Pembroke’s intimate, pungent flesh. With a tentative touch, her fingertip made contact with the soft, damp skin of Ms. Pembroke’s labia. She traced the delicate folds gently, feeling their velvety texture and the warmth that seemed to pulse beneath her touch. It looked like an alien lifeform, something she had barely imagined, so much more developed than her own small slit. She had never even thought to imagine what lay between grown women’s legs ... before now.

Ms. Pembroke watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger as Sarah’s drunken curiosity overtook her shyness. “Good girl,” she murmured. “Spread me open,” she instructed, her eyes never leaving Sarah’s face, which was still a picture of innocence.

Sarah obeyed, her small hands parting the slick folds of Ms. Pembroke’s sex, revealing the pink, swollen flesh within. She could see the shiny nub of the clitoris at the top, the delicate opening of the vagina, and the darker, mysterious hole of the anus.

“You see this?” Ms. Pembroke brought her own fingertip to her clitoris. “Mine is a lot bigger than yours, but it feels just as good when it gets played with. All girls have it. Did you play with yours before?”

“No, miss,” Sarah replied softly.

“Well, I liked it when I played with yours,” Ms. Pembroke said, her voice low and inviting. “Now I want you to play with mine.”

Sarah hesitated, a wave of unease washing over her. She tentatively pushed against the hooded flesh, and a thin strand of moisture stretched from her finger. The nub seemed alive and responsive, but the sensation and sight made her stomach churn slightly. She felt a mix of curiosity and revulsion, unsure of how to proceed but knowing she couldn’t refuse.

Ms. Pembroke lay back, arching her back as the small digit of her pupil massaged her. She was not as skilled as other girls, but it didn’t matter, just the thought of the little virgin schoolgirl who a few days ago was shyly sitting at the back of her class was now naked and between her legs working on her pussy was enough.

“Stick your fingers inside.”

Sarah swallowed hard, her heart racing as she slipped her index and middle fingers into the warm, wet embrace of Ms. Pembroke’s vagina. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, wet, hot and surrounded by scaly fleshy walls, soft and welcoming, and she could feel them quivering around her fingers as she explored within. Ms. Pembroke’s moans grew louder, guiding her as she experimented with different movements, trying to mimic what she had felt when her teacher had done the same to her.

“Now, use your tongue,” Ms. Pembroke breathed, her voice laced with command. “Lick me like you would an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.”

Sarah’s little body jumped at the suggestion, knowing it was actually an order. Her eyes grew wide and almost cross eyed as she stared at the expanse of dark glistening folds in front of her. Ms. Pembroke smiled at her little shocked face.

“Don’t think about it, Sarah. We both know it’s going to happen. So just close your eyes, stick out your tongue, and lick.”

Sarah took a deep breath and leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty-sweetness and the sharp, intimate scent. She licked slowly at first, feeling the woman’s body quiver in response. As Ms. Pembroke’s moans grew louder, Sarah became bolder, her tongue exploring the folds and dipping into the warm, wet center. A strange sense of pride washed over her as Ms. Pembroke’s legs began to shake, and she whispered words of encouragement, both sweet and filthy.

Ms. Pembroke’s hand tangled in Sarah’s hair, gripping it tightly as she began to rock her hips back and forth, pressing her sex closer to the girl’s eager mouth. “Just like that,” she panted. “Now, suck my clit, darling.”

Sarah obeyed, her tongue flicking against the sensitive bud while her fingers pushed into the cavern of her soaking wet pussy, leaking out fluid all over her mouth and chin, so different from her own – sloppy, looser and gaping compared to her own tight little hole. She was amazed as she looked out over her smooth mons to see the usually stoic woman, her heroine, writhing in pleasure beneath her.

Ms. Pembroke’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned louder, her grip on Sarah’s hair tightening as she approached climax. “Yes, yes, just like that,” she hissed. “Fuck! You’re a natural little cunt licker, God, I’m never letting you go now you little fucking slut oh yesssss!”

Sarah felt a strange thrill at both the praise, and the threat she still could not understand, her tongue moving faster as Ms. Pembroke’s body began to tense. The woman’s hips bucked wildly, and then with a loud cry, she came, her juices flooding Sarah’s mouth and face.

The young girl sat back, panting, wiping the excess fluid from her cheek with the back of her hand, looking up at Ms. Pembroke with a mix of awe and excitement. “Was I good, miss?”

“Oh, you were wonderful, darling,” Ms. Pembroke gasped, her chest heaving. She shifted onto her haunches and kissed the young girl passionately on the lips, tasting her own essence from Sarah’s mouth.

“My God, Sarah,” she murmured, pulling back slightly. “You have an incredible body and an incredible little tongue. And you are so beautiful.”

“Really?” Sarah gasped, struggling to believe it. “But ... I’m just a girl. I’m only thirteen.” She shrugged shyly, not understanding how her teacher could find her, a mere child, attractive, or want to do any of these things with her.

“You have so much to learn, Sarah. Maybe it’s good that I will be shielding you from the world for a while” sniggered Ms Pembroke. The teacher leaned back, her legs still spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy, and took a deep breath. “You’re not just any girl, Sarah, you’re special. And now, you’re mine.”

Sarah blinked, unsure of what to say. She felt a strange sense of belonging in this twisted scenario. She knew it was wrong, but in her intoxicated state, she did not want it to end.

Ms. Pembroke reached out and stroked Sarah’s cheek with a gentle hand, smearing her own wetness across her skin. “Now, my dear, it’s time for you to learn your next lesson, that cute little butthole” she whispered, her eyes glinting with a sinister excitement. Sarah’s own asshole quivered in shock at hearing those words.

Without another word, she pushed Sarah back onto the bed. Ms. Pembroke’s mouth traveled down the girl’s body, kissing and licking every inch of her skin as if she were savoring a delicious dessert.

Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt the woman’s mouth on her own pussy, the same one she had just been worshipping moments ago. “Oh, oooooohhh,” Sarah whimpered as the woman’s tongue slid along her tight slit.