An hour of chatting later, the tension in Lisha's shoulders had finally eased and she was almost relaxed. Her stomach was comfortably full with hearty food, probably the first she had eaten in almost a week and the aches that she had been ignoring during her rush for the next orgasm had finally faded.
She felt human again.
Sorrel finished drying the two bowls. She had to stretch up to put them away and Lisha's eyes flickered down to see the bare legs and the way the hem of her skirt rose until it was only centimeters away from revealing the globes of her ass.
“Feel better?”
Lisha looked up to see Sorrel smiling at her over her shoulder. She let out a squeak and looked away. “Y-Yes, thank you… for checking on me.”
Sorrel's boots thudded as she relaxed. She knocked the cabinet door close before she chuckled. “Always good to have a friend checking on you. You never know when you need to be seen.”
The words were almost a purr. Lisha felt them vibrating along her skin, setting off little flashes of head. She shivered and tried to force her fantasies down. “I… I probably should have taken more breaks. Maybe got some hot food.”
Sorrel stopped next to her and gestured for Lisha to stand up. “Maybe. I was hoping you would. I hung around every night in hopes you'd come back.”
Lisha's cheeks grew warmer. “You did?”
“Of course? I like being with you. You are fun to talk to.”
Lisha didn't know how to answer.
“Come on. I'm sure your room is a lot more comfortable than these chairs.” Her eyes glanced down at Lisha's hips where the thin robe was doing little to cushion against the hard chair.
“It's a bit of a mess.” Lisha stood up, wincing as she realized how hard her nipples were and how they stuck out of the material. Her inner thighs were also damp and she was sure it wasn't because of the shower after talking so long in the kitchen. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she could make it until Sorrel left and she would have to enjoy a few new fantasies of her own.
“I cleaned up while you were in the shower, just enough to burn off most of the webbing and air it out.” Sorrel took a step forward.
Lisha followed and they started back. “B-Burn?”
Sorrel lifted her finger and a flame danced along it. “As I said, baby spells. Gossamer webbing evaporates with heat above forty degrees. It isn't even hot enough to scorch fabric.” She waved her hand and a burst of heat rolled down the hallway head of them.
Lisha watched as a few errant strands of webbing in the carpet burst into mist before disappearing. Her humiliation rose as her indiscretions were so obvious and she had to have a senior student clean up for her.
At her room, she hurried forward and turned her back to the door. “You don't have to walk me all the way.”
Sorrel didn't stop. She smiled as she stepped sharply forward.
Lisha let out a squeak and backed through the door, her body growing hotter as she held up her hands before she realized she was about to palm Sorrel's breasts. With another squeak, she stumbled back and shoved her hands to her side.
The room was neater than it had been in a while but it was obvious that Sorrel had only straightened the blankets and picked up the papers from the ground. Penelope's spell book was on the table between their beds, along with the stack of erotic stories that fueled Lisha's earlier fantasies.
The entire room smelled of the incense Lisha kept in her bottom drawer. There was also a hint of citrus, though it wasn't a scent that Penelope or Lisha had. Despite the smells, Lisha could still taste the hint of her orgasms permeating the air.
Realization that Sorrel had to have read at least some of the words on the pages struck Lisha. That meant that Sorrel knew exactly what Lisha used to turn herself on.
“Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone.”
Lisha glanced at her, her body growing tight. She took a deep breath and let it out. “I know, I trust you.”
“Good.” Sorrel's smile lit up the room. She gestured to Lisha's bed. “Come on, sit down.”
Lisha found it difficult to disobey as she stepped over to her bed and sat down on it. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she rested them on her lap and tried not to think about the wetness between her thighs or the ache that begged for her to shove both hands between them and finger herself; she could wait until after Sorrel left for that.
Sorrel sat opposite of her, resting both knees together and to the side as she straightened her back. She straightened her skirt, then tugged down her shirt. There was a brief moment where the material caught on the large globes and hard nipples.
Lisha struggled with her own fantasies as her own nipples ached. She wanted to do something, anything. She desperately wanted the fantasies to become true, but she didn't have the courage to make the first motion. She wasn't sure if she was reading Sorrel right.
After a few moment, Sorrel took a deep breath. Then she smiled broadly. “I promise I will never tell anyone.”
Lisha giggled. “I know, you keep saying that.”
“Yes…” but there was something more, words that were lingering.
Lisha's heart beat faster. Her mouth felt dry. Was something about to happen?
Sorrel looked to the side and smiled coyly. “… but what if?”
Lisha's cunt grew sloppy in an instant. Her breath came in soft pants as she stared at the most beautiful woman she had seen. One that was coming on to her?"
Sorrel glanced at her. “What if… we pretended otherwise?”
Fighting back a moan, Lisha clamped her thighs together. “Otherwise?”
Sorrel worried her bottom lip and then grinned. “What if…” her voice was soft and hungry. “… what if I said I was going to tell everyone if unless you did something for me? Um, to me?”
The world spun around Lisha as she whimpered.
“Only if you don't say ‘soliloquy’ though. As soon as you do, then we stop. Instantly. No hesitation, no matter what. A word that will end it all.”
Lisha's skin was burning. She wanted to scream “yes” and do anything. Her mind spun with the fantasies over the last few weeks, the submission and sex. It was going to come true! And she wanted it more than anything.
She struggled for the words. “I…”
Sorrel's smile froze, her eyes locking on Lisha.
Lisha knew the words, had whispered them into the night with her fingers mauling her body. “I'd… do anything, anything at all.”
Both of them let out their breath in a rush at the same time. Sorrel's thighs flexed as she smiled.
“Anything?”
Lisha whimpered and nodded, wanting it more than anything. “I can't get kicked out of the school.” It was a fantasy, but saying the words to Sorrel made them as powerful as a spell; a rush ran through her veins as she found it hard to breath.
Sorrel's smile grew wider, then she lifted her hand up. “Stand up.”
Lisha shook as she stood up. Moisture dripped down her thighs as she shivered at the intense moment that wrapped around her. She felt sick and turned on and dizzy at the same time. Her nipples and clitoris were achingly hard, almost the point of being painful.
“Give me the belt from your robe.” The command was a whisper but could have been yelled with the way it struck Lisha.
Shaking with need, Lisha untied it. She started to open it but then realize the thin material was about to separate. With one hand, she clamped the opening tight before tugging the belt clear.
Sorrel reached out. “No, I want to see your beautiful body.” Her fingers caught the opening and tugged it open.
Lisha panted as she let the material slip from her grip, and then shivered at the cool air as she was exposed to Sorrel's hungry gaze.
Sorrel's eyes roamed up and down as she pulled the robe fully open, sliding it until it was barely hanging on Lisha's shoulders and Lisha breasts and hips were completely revealed. “You are utterly fuckable, you know. More than I could have imagined.”
Her eyes flickered down and she looked back up with a smile. “Shaved?”
“The… webs… were….”
Sorrel chuckled. “Oh, I get it. Though, I like to think you were getting ready for me because I'd rather taste all of you without worrying about hair in my mouth. Though, usually I like a little bit on top so you don't look like a little girl.”
Lisha whimpered, a heat flashing through her body. She had only read about oral sex in the stories, but she couldn't imagine what it would feel like herself.
“But, you look so sore and red right now. I'm thinking maybe you need a night without someone playing down here, don't you think?”
If there was anything Lisha wanted in that moment, it was to feel Sorrel's breath against her pussy. She whimpered. “N-No.”
Sorrel took the belt from her slack fingers. “Turn around.”
“W-What?”
A frown crossed Sorrel's face. “Do you want the school to know what you've been doing? Turn around.”
Lisha whimpered again as she turned around. She didn't know what was going on, but every movement and every word was somehow making her more turned on than she thought possible. She reached for her pussy but Sorrel caught her wrist and pulled it behind.
Then there were soft breasts pressed against her back and Sorrel's breath tickled her ear. “Now, I think this naughty student is having trouble with touching herself.”
“I—”
Sorrel started to wrap the belt around Lisha's wrist. The soft material was icy against Lisha's burning skin as other stories rose up, of bondage and submission.
Lisha's knees started to buckle but she caught herself.
Sorrel finished tying one wrist. “Remember, baby girl. All you have to do is say that one word and I stop.”
Panting, Lisha shook her head violently. She was absolutely sure she didn't want to stop pretending.
“Good, I was hoping you'd say that. But, you've been abusing your little bunny, haven't you. We both know we need to keep everything away from that for at least a night.So, do you know what I'm going to do?” she asked as she tied Lisha's other wrist together.
“N-No…?” Lisha said while hoping it would involved being forced to pleasure Sorrel.
“You're going to spend all night convincing me not to tell anyone.”
Lisha's knees buckled.
Sorrel caught her with a quick arm around her waist. “No, no, you'll get on your knees soon enough.”
With a moan in Lisha's ear, Sorrel pushed her hand down along the curves of Lisha's belly and down between her legs. The touch was electric and burning, the stinging nothing compared to the intense heat that danced along Sorrel's fingers as she slipped into Lisha's wet slit.
“Oh my, you are soaked.”
Pleasure exploded from the fingertip as Sorrel slid back and forth. Lisha trembled as she let out a cry. “Oh, gods… gods…”
“Maybe you'll be coming first? What do you think?” Sorrel continued to draw her finger back and forth along the lubricated channel, her fingertips dancing around Lisha's hard clitoris. Every touch was intense, the first time any woman had ever pleasured her. Fantasies and memories smashed together as the pleasure ignited into flames.
Lisha's moans grew higher pitch as she pushed her hand against the fingers. She needed to come, no matter what.
“So greedy. But I'm going to punish you if you come—”
“P-Please?”
Sorrel's grip on the belt tightened as she fingered Lisha faster, sliding her fingers back and forth with wider strokes until they began to plunge into the clenching hole.
Between the scenario and the touches, it only took seconds before Lisha's orgasm exploded. She let out a cry as her knees began to buckle again and her right leg shook violently from the pleasure that tore through her body.
Sorrel caught her, holding her up as Lisha lost herself in her orgasm. As soon as the quivering slowed, she set down the younger student and giggled. “Oh my, you've been thinking about that for a while, haven't you?”
Panting, Lisha nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Tonight?”
A nod.
“All night?”
“Y-Yes, s-since you caught me.”
“What about this week?”
With her cheeks flushed from her orgasm, Lisha nodded twice.
Sorrel pulled her fingers from Lisha's sore pussy and held it up. Thick strands of juices connected her fingers. She held them up in front of them and then brought them to Lisha's lips.
The smell of cunt was strong, a sweet and tangy smell that Lisha was intimately familiar with but one she could never force herself to taste.
But in that moment, with fingers pressed against her lips, her mind didn't resist as she opened her mouth.
Sorrel pushed her fingers into Lisha's mouth.
Lisha tasted her juices for the first time. It was sweet from her intense orgasm. She clamped her lips around Sorrel's fingers so she could lap and explore with her tongue, tasting herself as another ripple of pleasure raced through her body.
“Oh, so greedy,” Sorrel said. “Such a greedy, baby girl.”
Her world spinning, Lisha sucked the flavor off Sorrel's fingers. She shuddered with the tiny orgasms that continued to ripple along her body. Even though her clitoris and pussy was still sore, she wanted to feel the fingers once again between her legs.,
Sorrel pulled them out before she kissed Lisha's ears. “You okay?”
Lisha panted and nodded.
“Good, because you need to be punished for coming first. We're trying to take care of your bunny, not finger you until you come like a fountain.”
With a blush, Lisha said, “I'm sorry.”
“You won't be,” Sorrel said with a smile. She turned Lisha around before she sat down on the bed, spreading her knees. With one hand, she tugged up her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear or panties herself. Her pussy was glistening wet, with soft lips rosy and swollen with desire.
A new smell rose up, a sweetness of a cunt that Lisha had never seen before.
Sorrel bit her lower lip as she reached over and grabbed one of Penelope's pillows. With a soft moan, she tossed it on the ground between her knees.
Lisha stared at the pussy before her. She knew what to do, but she was also dazed with lust. “What do I do?”
“Get on your knees, baby girl. I'm sure you can figure out the rest.”
Gulping, Lisha inched over to the pillow and then lowered herself. The heat and warmth of Sorrel's thighs felt like fire as she stared as the glistening folds in front of her. She wondered what it would taste like but the answer was right there, all she had to do was lean forward.
Having her wrists bound behind her made every movement even more intense as she took a deep breath.
Sorrel reached down to gather up Lisha's hair and pull it over her ear. Then her fingers slid along her scalp to gently tug Lisha closer. “Come on, kiss it.”
Lisha adjusted her position then brought her lips down. She was anxious and nervous and scared, but the gentle pressure and the intoxicating smell gave her the courage to press her lips against Sorrel's wet lips.
She tasted different than Lisha guessed, musky but sweet. It wasn't bad and she kissed it again, enjoying the softness on her lips as she planted a line of kisses along the seam.
Sorrel wasn't completely bare, but she had a small tuft of hair neatly shaved above the top of her slit. It was a reminder than she was an older woman but still left every fold and crevice bare of hairs.
“Harder,” whispered Sorrel. “Please, please harder.”
Lisha gulped and then pushed her tongue out. She took swiped it along the length.
On other side of her head, Sorrel's thighs quivered. The hand on the back of her head tightened, guiding but not forcing.
A rush of excitement filled Lisha. She lapped again, licking her lips to savor the taste of her first pussy. Deciding it well worth the orgasms, she lapped harder with long strokes as she burrowed the tip of her tongue into Sorrel's folds.
“Oh… yes!” Sorrel's pussy grew wetter and her hand grew more insistent.
Squirming to try relieving the moist ache between her own legs, Lisha planted her face into Sorrel's cunt and laved as much as she could. Her tongue circled around the hard nub of her clit before delving down into the tangy opening below. She brushed her lower lip against the thin strip between Sorrel's pussy and her ass before dragging her entire face up along the seam to kiss the clitoris again.
She didn't know what she was doing, but every time she sucked and nibbled and lapped, Sorrel's body would quiver delightfully and the grip holding her place would tighten. It was clear she was doing the right thing and it made Lisha throw herself into her role in hopes of feeling Sorrel orgasm underneath her lips.
After only a few minutes of lapping, the thighs clamped down on other side of her head and the fingers dug into her scalp as Sorrel let out a cry. A flood of juices poured out and Lisha had to gulp to keep them from filling her mouth.
“Fuck!” screamed Sorrel as she shuddered through an orgasm, crushing Lisha between her thighs.
Lisha tried to keep licking, but the pressure prevented her. Instead, she opened her mouth and kept gulping as she felt the super-heated skin underneath her lips jerk a few more times before the tension seeped out of Sorrel with a rush.
The grip on her head relaxed and her thighs splayed open.
Lisha pulled away and felt the strands of juices snap in the heated space around her. The smell of sex, the heady mixture of Sorrel's pussy, filled her and she breathed in deeply. Panting, she looked up at the flushed woman ahead of her. “Was that right?”
Sorrel grunted as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. There was a smile on her face. “Fuck, you're good for a first time.”
“I… I had to guess what to do.”
Sorrel glanced at the papers on the table. “I'm not surprised you knew the answer with those stories.”
“Y-You know them?”
“Of course, someone is always sneaking into the stacks to make a copy in the library. Missy saw your roommate a few weeks back, that is what got us talking about how…” Sorrel paused to reached down and tugged Lisha to her feet. As she did, she hooked her legs behind Lisha's knees. “… utterly fuckable you are.”
Sorrel caught Lisha's left nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. The wet pleasure brought a moan from both of them. Her hands reached around for the rope. She popped her mouth off. “I need to take this off.”
Lisha whimpered. “W-What? Why?”
“I want to ride your face right.”
The image of Sorrel straddling her brought a rush. It would be so hot being bound in place, unable to escape with the wet heat against her lips and nose. But she could easily imagine the pressure of taking Sorrel's weight with her shoulders behind her. She moaned and tugged at her wrist. She nodded sharply.
Sorrel stared at her, then a smile grew. “Baby girl is getting into this, isn't she?”
Lisha moaned and nodded. “I like you using me.”
She blinked and then grinned. “I mean… I would do anything to keep my secret, Miss Sorrel.”
“Anything?”
“Yes.”
Sorrel cocked her head as she removed the belt. “Anything anything?”
“What do you have in mind?” Lisha said hesitantly. She was sure the stories were only a hint of the perversions that could possibly in Sorrel's head.
“You know, there is another hole down there.”
“You want me to lick it?”
Sorrel grinned. “Why not? I'm planning on licking yours tomorrow, then maybe sticking a finger or two in there while I try to make you come so hard you pass out.”
Another wave of heated lust. Lisha had already been violated in both of her openings, and the idea of a wet tongue thrusting against her brought a surge of longing. She started to not, then asked a hesitant question. “Are you clean… down there?”
“Very and deeper than you can possibly reach. I used a spell before coming over her.”
Lisha looked at her curiously.
Sorrel shrugged. “What can I say? I've been doing more than thinking about you too. So, up to anything anything?”
Lisha nodded with a grin. “To keep my secret safe? Yes.”
Sorrel pulled Lisha onto the bed. “Good.”
In a matter of seconds, Lisha was on her back with her hands above her head and grabbing Penelope's headboard. She squirmed as she watched Sorrel finish stripping and crawl up on the bed.
Naked, Sorrel was more beautiful than Lisha could imagine. She had a tight body of a combat mage, with a hint of abdominal muscles and lines along her limbs. A faint network of scars and scratches covered her. Her breasts stood up strongly, like firm melons tipped with puffy nipples.
“Like what you see?”
Lisha nodded.
Sorrel stood on either side of Lisha's head. “Here, let me give you a closer look. Remember, if I'm getting too much or you need to stop, let go of the headboard.”
Lisha tightened her grip. Her palms squeaked against the wood.
“Good girl,” Sorrel whispered before she knelt down.
Reaching up, Lisha opened her mouth to catch Sorrel's pussy with her lips. Her nose shoved right up against her lover's clitoris as she began to lap and burrow her tongue into the tight hole presented to her.
Sorrel moaned and rocked forward, dragging Lisha's face along her seam until her ass was pressed against the probing tongue.
With only a brief hesitation, Lisha lapped at the opening, exploring it. It didn't taste as bad as she thought and she was encouraged to run her tongue along the tiny folds she found, exploring the wrinkled hole as she grew bolder about sticking her tongue into it.
The pressure on her face increased as did the wetness. Her eyes and nose were soaked instantly as the air cut off.
Lisha closed her eyes tightly and lapped harder, half-holding her breath and half breathing in the moist air from between her lovers thighs.
Sorrel's body trembled as she shoved down on the tongue exploring her rear passage, thrusting against her as much as Lisha was driving into her. Each time, she shuddered as more juices splashed against Lisha's face.
Lisha twisted her grip as she thrust up, spreading her legs apart for balance as she lapped harder.
The wet pressure moved up, giving her a chance to draw in a breath before she was positioned back to the wet opening that was soaking her. There was little Lisha could do besides lick at whatever Sorrel wanted her to; an intense rush filled her as she realized she was being used for pleasure.
Then a hand was against her pussy. It may have been tender but she didn't care as the firm grip spread her neither lips and plunged two fingers into her cunt.
Lisha cried out into Sorrel's pussy as she instantly came on the pleasure. She released the headboard with one hand to clamp her arm down on Sorrel's thigh and held her down as she ground her face into the wet hole to suck and gulp with all her might.
Sorrel continued to finger her, thrusting harder and faster than Lisha had ever done herself. Each one felt like a battering ram that ended with little bursts of pleasure that blinded Lisha.
Lisha clamped her other hand on Sorrel's thigh.
Sorrel started ot pull up but she yanked her back down, working her face up along the drenched seam to suck hard on the clitoris until Sorrel was squirming as much as she was.
“… down…” Sorrel pushed back, moving up Lisha's face until her ass was once against pressed along Lisha's exploring tongue.
This time, there was no hesitation as Lisha shoved her tongue as deep as it would go and lapped and slurped. She twisted as she felt Sorrel orgasm on her face again and again.
Her own hips thrust up against the fingers that were plunging into her. It was so rough and erotic and she wanted more. She needed it, craved to feel the hand until it was practically buried into her belly.
The world grew darker and her lungs hurt but she didn't care. She moaned into Sorrel's ass and lapped harder before yanking down to move her tongue back to the wet pussy and continue her assault.
Sorrel lifted herself up and moist air flowed into Lisha's lungs. “Are you—?”
Lisha hauled her down and clamped her lips on Sorrel's clitoris. The shudder that shook her world rewarded her only seconds before a flood of an orgasm drenched her chin and throat.
Sorrel grabbed her hair with one hand as her other hand continued to plunge into Lisha's pussy with deep strokes. She was already up to three fingers, stretching her out more than even the tentacle monster as she pounded Lisha's clitoris with her palm and curled her fingers deep inside.
Lisha's orgasm rose up like a ritual spell, building in power until it was causing her ears to ring out and her nerves to dance with power. Every movement threatened to set her off but she wasn't going to let it happen until she couldn't contain the power anymore. She cried out as she buried her face back into Sorrel's asshole and laved with all her might.
Then, as another wave of orgasm poured across her face, she came with a scream muffled by the pussy suffocating her.