Ultimas:

“Mmmmmhmmmm” Henrietta moaned as she was perfectly violated.

Rita left off her tonguing of the teenage pussy in front of her and looked up at Henrietta's closed eyes and open mouth. “Here we go. This is what you needed huh?”

Henrietta looked down, tiredly, at the face between her legs. Rita's question was obviously rhetorical, by its motherly, kind tone, and after making eye contact, the teacher lowered her head back down between her student's legs. Henrietta watched her teacher's large, soft lips close over her pussy, sucking her labia up into her mouth, and gently chewing. Henrietta gave up control of her body. She was done. The war was over. Now the pillaging would begin.

The finger behind her was probing her ass, getting deeper and deeper slowly.

“Ooooohhhhhh......I love........I...I like having my ass.............love having that done.....feels sooo....mmmmmmm”

Henrietta wanted to move her ass back into the finger, but the attack in front was equally delightful. Rita's lips were firmly sucking on her labia. Slup, slup, slup, slup.......smack, mmm slup slup slurp....and Henrietta, in response, was moaning and groaning with every penetration and caress.

Rita came up for breath and said, “your ass hmm? Let's see what we can do about that...”

The teacher turned her student over and removed her finger, only to replace it with her tongue, which pressed down firmly, and began circling the girl's anus, probing it here and there, evoking delighted sighs and cries from its owner. “Ah!.......Oh!.......mmmmmmaaaahhhhH!........damn......ohh....... Rita....ooh, lick it, lick.........yeeessss.....”

Henrietta didn't know what to make of what was happening. It was almost like she couldn't stop the words coming from her mouth. Her orgasm was near, and her body was in full pursuit. I don't want this woman doing this....I don't......it feels...so....damn.....good..........I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't wan......ooooohhhhhh – her body finally achieved its goal, and an orgasm washed over her young body as the tongue in her ass got as deep as it could.

“AAAGH, OHHHH, AAAAAAGGHHhhhhhh OHHH” the girl cried....

Rita was having the time of her life. As the girl came, her asshole was contracting slightly, and she could fully feel the effect her tongue was having on the teen. It was very satisfying. She gently massaged Henrietta's ass as her tongue slowly pulled out, and began caressing the sensitive spot once again.

“Okay girl, time for you to pull your weight here” Rita said, matter-of-factly.

Ultimas:
Suzanne stirred and turned. Simbi was right. Even though Suzanne had no plan to attend a church service, being a Sunday, she should get up, brush her teeth and have a bath.


* * *


The following week seemed to drag on. Suzanne surely missed Bashy and all the things she enjoyed in his apartment. On Tuesday morning, her mummy called her to inform about the funeral arrangement of Sunny. The service of song would hold the Thursday of that week while the burial would be on Friday. Suzanne told her mother point-blank that she would not come.

That very Thursday, Bashy informed that his guest left in the morning and that Suzanne was free to come back. She was glad to hear that news. She could not wait to tell Simbi that she would be returning to Bashy’s place.

As soon as Suzanne was through with her last lecture for that day which was about three o’clock, she went to their room to pack few things and took a cab to Onipanu. She had spare keys of the apartment in her bag, so she did not have to wait until he came home.

Once she was inside his apartment, she changed into her sexiest sleep wear. She went to the kitchen to prepare his favourite food, which was fried rice. All the ingredients she bought before she left were still in the refrigerator, and the frozen chicken was in the freezer. Shouldn’t his guest wonder who did all these purchases?

Suzanne prepared the food and she waited for Bashy. He did not come home that evening until minutes after eight.

“Oh, the workload is so terrible today,” he complained.

“Sorry, my dear.”

Workload or not, he must perform tonight. She had not met any man that week, and she was aching for him. She allowed him to rest a bit and then served the dinner.

“This is one of the things I missed about you,” he said. “I mean, I miss your culinary skill.”

After the food, they popped wine.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

Suzanne knew he was asking to pull her legs. “If the heaven is above the earth, I miss you.”

“Ah, that means you really miss me,” he concurred.

They took the wine, cherishing each other’s company. It was as if they had not seen each other for months.

Soon, it was time for passion. She put down the wine, stepped towards him and cupped his manhood through his boxer shorts while she leaned in and went to kiss him on his cheek. He turned his head and met her lips in a full-on kiss.

His cock was already straining against his boxer and she made him moan into her mouth as she gave it a big squeeze during their kiss. His hands were now moving all over her body, groping her different parts as she released his cock from his wear and stroked his exposed member with her hand.