Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2016 07:59:42 -0500 From: Ronnie Larson Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher - 2 Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher - 2 By Charlize With Ariana's head nestled in her breasts, Suzanne put her forefinger under her chin and lifted her face gently up for a kiss. Whereas at the culmination of Ariana's first climax their kissing was a desperate mashing of lips and twisting of tongues, this was a gentle, almost hesitant, pecking and licking in the afterglow. While Ariana had made out with some of her friends during their frequent high school and junior high sleepovers, this was her first time with a woman. It just felt so right: warm and delicious like her mother's hot fudge during the holidays. While a million thoughts and emotions raced through her head, the sensation that crowded out every other thought was that she couldn't believe how loved she felt in Suzanne's arms. And it's not that Ariana wasn't loved at home. She was her father's favorite and was very close to her mother. Her family life was actually a wonderful stew of love and affection with the occasional argument that kept things interesting. There were plenty of hugs and kisses to go around in their third and fourth generation Italian clan. Suzanne sensed something different about Ariana- a confidence that must have sprung from her character and upbringing. Her previous girlfriends and flings, while all wonderful, tended to be a bit edgy. After the natural high of great sex there was a return to daily living and loving with older women who were somewhat set in their ways. Ariana was a fresh flower, an open vessel. Suzanne leaned in one more time but after a prolonged kiss asked Ariana quietly if she could stay for dinner. "Oh, wow," muttered Ariana quietly. "Seriously?" "Totally seriously," replied Suzanne. After Ariana texted her mother and got permission she was all smiles and bouncy energy. "I actually have some lasagna that will only take a few minutes to heat up," said Suzanne. I think that I have some garlic bread too. How does that sound?" "It sounds like a date!" gushed Ariana, wrapping her arms around her lover. "The first of many I hope," replied Suzanne somewhat matter-of-factly, belying the utter excitement of it all. They kissed passionately for what seemed like minutes. They literally could not get enough of each other. Suzanne pirouetted and, looking back, beckoned to Ariana. "Follow me," she said, curling her forefinger toward the bedroom. "Wow, a four-poster, a bedroom fit for a queen, my queen. I pronounce thee Queen Suzanne, Empress of Brookfield Township and Kane County and all the surrounding regions". Suzanne burst out laughing and playfully threw Ariana onto the comforter. She jumped on top of her, exclaiming "O I can't get enough of you, you little imp". At the same time, she was tempted to issue a qualifying statement, just to put Ariana at ease. The `Ariana, if you're not comfortable kind we can stop' kind of thing. But Ariana sensed this, and pulling her close, French kissed her madly. "O my God are you, no, are we, passionate," exclaimed Suzanne during a break in their embrace. Feeling hugely frisky, she commanded "Princess Ariana, take off thy preppy clothes and let me behold your immaculate flesh". Ariana, springing from the bed, quickly pulled up her pink and white striped polo shirt but couldn't decide where to put it. Suzanne grabbed it from her and threw it into the corner. Her firm C-cups jiggled, beckoning. Suzanne asked, "May I?" "Of course, my queen" Suzanne groped each perfect breast and then lowered her mouth to the right. First she sucked as much of the breast into her mouth as she could, while tongue-lashing the nipples. Ariana had large dark brown areolas and she made sure to bathe them too. Driven with lust, she moved next to the left breast and then back and forth. She could not get enough. Ariana meanwhile surrendered to the moment, her head tilted back in utter lesbian joy. While Suzanne ministered to her newfound Lesbian needs, Ariana was so caught up in the moment she couldn't even unzip her jeans. "Here, let me help with that silly wench," giggled Suzanne. She pulled the jeans and blue silk briefs down in one motion. What she found caused her heart to literally skip a beat in joy and lust: Ariana had trimmed her genitals closely, with a faint landing strip marking the way to her buried treasure. It announced that Ariana was a bit of a sexual sophisticate. What Suzanne didn't know was that her new lover did it for her. Suzanne trembled. Intuitively she felt it was "her turn" to be pleasured, but her mouth was watering at the site of the blossoming adolescent flower before her. Ariana resisted the temptation to cover her nakedness and let her arms drop to her side in a submissive stance. Suzanne gently pushed her half-clothed student back onto the bed. Ariana scooched toward the center. As her hands roamed up and down Ariana's thighs, her teacher planted lovely kisses all around her most private parts. Ariana groaned in anticipation and when Suzanne took one long and deep lick along the length of her vulva, Ariana screamed and writhed in pleasure. In fact her brain had shut off; she was one swirling mass of feelings, emotions and sweet sensations. For her part Suzanne could not believe how wet and hot Ariana was. Naturally locating her clit and lavishing plenty of attention on it, she sucked and licked that pussy seemingly without breathing. For the air she needed, the oxygen she required to exist in this world was in abundance in the rivers of cum she drank freely from this teenage vagina seemingly from another world. It was the sweetest cum she had ever tasted. Suzanne's thirst for this water of life could not be slaked. Time stood still. No drug, legal or otherwise, could compare to the high that enveloped her. Ariana thought nothing of running her hands gently through Suzanne's luxurious dark brown mane. It didn't occur to her that Suzanne might like her to `get a bit rough'. There would be time for that as the lovers grew more comfortable with each other's desires and limits. For now, Ariana unconsciously luxuriated in the gorgeous curls in her continuous pre-orgasmic state. If Ariana was completely distracted, Suzanne was focused on bringing her charge to her next climax. While watching Ariana's face for any sign of discomfort, she inserted two fingers steadily past the second knuckle deep into those glorious folds. As she began to thrust, she returned her mouth to Ariana's clitoris and sucked and swirled randomly around the bud. She did not let up and a never ending stream of fluid poured into her. Ariana started to shake with the onset of her second orgasm. She actually started to cough, most likely from needing to shout for joy but being completely overwhelmed. While orgasm overtook Ariana, Suzanne would not let up her supping at the feast. What might have been a brief orgasmic episode seemed to go on for minutes as she sucked and licked continuously: up, down, side-to-side, around, in and out. She was in her element. For a while Ariana grunted, coughed, groaned, and squealed;. However, long into her climax she fell mostly silent as she writhed in the sheets. Finally, she started to laugh and her entire body convulsed in lesbian joy. At that, Suzanne relented and hugged Ariana around her belly for a while. Even for her this was almost too much, too good to be true. She crawled into bed with her, snuggling under the comforter. They both fell asleep for a while in each other's arms, but woke up completely refreshed. Suzanne slowly got out of bed. As she passed out of the room she called out, "dinner in 15 minutes my love."