Stacy Keibler was completely naked when she walked into David’s class, except for her high heels—shameless flaunting to make her long, lean legs even more contoured than they already were. Her svelte body even more of a delicious curving… tawny, lissome flesh flowing from the curve of her ass to the glorious swell of her bust. Everything taut and womanly; even her high heels seemed like a part of her, the way good lingerie seemed like second skin on a beautiful woman.
She cocked her hip, emphasizing the perfect roundness of her hips like all her amazing figure wouldn’t have been shown off by her simply existing. “Alright, class, who would like to earn some extra credit by eating pussy?”
David raised his hand. Stacy called on him like he was exactly who she’d hoped would volunteer.
The thing was, this wasn’t a fantasy. At least, it wasn’t just a fantasy. Thanks to David’s power, it was now reality. Anything he wrote down was willed into reality. No one seemed to even notice the changes. Stacy, as well as everyone else, acted like this was all perfectly reasonable. And no one was even surprised by Stacy Keibler, looking exactly how she had at the turn of the century, now teaching a high school course. In the nude, of course.
She lay back on her desk with her legs spread, showing him her pussy. David licked his lips. He already knew all the parts of it, exactly how to touch it, how the clit was the most sensitive space of all. He knelt down between her legs, his face an inch from her steamy womanhood. Eying the little hooded protuberance of her clit. That was his aim.
“Start by just licking me,” she told him. Eagerly David stuck out his tongue and rolled it over the whole length of her slot. Stacy gasped and moaned, wetness rising up to coat her opening, greet his tongue the next time he licked her. He liked the tangy flavor of it and happily moved his tongue so he was lapping up the fluid, swallowing it down. He licked all over her hot cunt for all he could get, coating her throbbing flesh as much with her saliva as the delicious cream.
“Mm, David, that’s really fine,” Stacy said, before turning her head to address the class. “Now I’ll begin the lecture. In Die Hochzeit, a mid-twelfth-century German allegorical poem that centers around the exegesis of the marriage of a king, there is a striking passage that uses different metals to explain types of confession.”
Stacy’s head drifted back. She shut her eyes, continuing her lecture as David kept exploring her cunt with his snaking tongue. It felt heavenly. She moaned and gasped, throbbing continuously, helplessly, with all the pleasure that David inundated her inner folds with. She was fever-hot, breaking out in a sweat with David’s seeking tongue constantly inside her.
“These metals--copper, silver, and gold--are used by the poet to set out a scale of confession, from bad to good, which as it becomes better becomes less contextually and institutionally specific.”
David could hear how she was just about squealing around the lecture she was giving. He beamed with pride. It was incredible how much he’d managed to thrill Stacy with his tongue. And now that he’d lathered all of her pussy, he zeroed in on her button, attacking it with the stiff tip of his tongue. Stacy clawed her own breasts and keened in ecstasy.
“Ohh yeah, baby, that’s it… copper confession, the worst kind and insufficient in the eyes of God, is when a worldly man or woman, who still cleaves to worldly things, confesses to a priest on their deathbed.”
Stacy was loving how quickly David caught on and learned her enjoyment. She’d just known that under that bookworm façade was a real lover, a masculine animal perfect for pleasing women. And he had a natural instinct for cunt, clearly liking the deliciousness of her pussy and knowing just how to lick Stacy to make her even wetter, her sex tasting better. Stacy writhed on the desk as she continued to enjoy David’s enjoyment of her.
“Silver confession is better and happens when a man goes to a priest of his own accord to admit his sins and ask for penance.”
His hands described the fleetness of her thighs, every inch of sleek skin a temptation he gave into, moving over her glutes and into the taboo division between her firm, round cheeks. He found the sweaty skin where the curving ended, then the little hole leading inside her, and David sampled it with some pressure, the pad of his finger pressed against the grommet to see how tightly wound it was and how much it would take to slip inside…
Stacy patted him on the head. “Thank you, David. That’s enough.”
She made him take his seat again.
After class, Stacy approached him. All it took was a red-lacquered fingernail on his desk and he knew he wasn’t to leave until she’d spoken to him.
They waited until all the other students trailed out of the room.
Stacy’s expression wasn’t exactly angry, but it was far from happy. David got the sense that she wasn’t mad at him, but that her pleasure had been interrupted. Which, in a roundabout way, he was responsible for, though not wholly and not directly. So maybe she was a little angry with herself.
“Next time, David, I’ll need you to keep your hands to yourself.”
David got it now. He’d only written about eating her pussy. There might’ve been some wiggle room in touching her, but fingering her ass had definitely been a bridge too far. And so that boundary being crossed had canceled out his power, leaving Stacy to react against him with some of the vigor she’d undoubtedly use if he had tried any of this without his power.
“Sorry, Stacy—Ms. Keibler.”
Stacy’s expression softened, like she didn’t quite like becoming ‘Ms. Keibler’ in the eyes of a lover.
“I just couldn’t resist,” David continued. “You have a great ass.”
Stacy gave a nod and allowed him a small smile. “It is a great ass. That’s why I’m going to let it slide this time. But oral only next time.”
“Oral only. Next time,” David agreed, almost wanting to thank Stacy for the lesson she’d taught him. Not about English history, but about how he’d need to be specific about what he wanted in the future.
Because there was no world where he’d be leaving that perfect ass alone.