1. Training Cassiopeia Chapter 7


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: elspeth, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    consoling her and letting her cry herself into realizing I was there as her ‘instructor’ not a ‘Sapphire Surrogate’. In the end, my soft side won out and I walked up the stairs and knocked lightly on her door. “Doc? C’mon. We’ll work on your technique. It just needs refining and practice. All you’re doing is wasting time and we got a schedule to keep, so quit feeling sorry for yourself and get your ass back downstairs.” No response, although I could hear her through the wooden door blowing her nose. Hell, all of Pittsburgh could hear her. “Cassiopeia, I’m going back down to the kitchen. You have five minutes of self-pity time and then I want you back at the table. We have three more cantaloupes…” It was closer to ten minutes but she finally came back down, a bit red-eyed but with a look of determination in her eyes that was new. She walked behind me, bent over, her hands on my shoulders and ran her tongue up my neck and cheek. “Is that better, teacher?” My eyes glazed over and I might have moaned (or cleared my throat) but I managed to sound ‘normal’ when I said, “Yes. Much improved. Back to the cantaloupe and this time, don’t rush. Take your time. It’s not a race it’s an experience to savor and…” I stopped talking as she sat across from me, eyes locked on mine, her tongue moving just a few of the gooey seeds with each long, slow pass of the flat of her tongue. My mouth went dry long before she lapped at the hollow of the cantaloupe, a few seeds stuck to her cheeks and chin. ...
    I popped a few pieces of cantaloupe in my dry mouth and tried to ignore the moisture dampening my panties. With a final flick of her tongue the last seed joined it’s sisters on the tabletop. “How was that? I think it was much better and you were so right! I thought of her and how much I wanted her to enjoy this and I went slowly, like you said. Think it will be good enough for her? I mean – “ “You’ll need more practice until it’s second nature. You’ll have to buy a few more melons for your practice sessions. And I want you lying on your stomach on your bed when you do it. You might as well be properly positioned.” She giggled, then cleaned up the table and wrapped the cantaloupe halves with saran wrap and put them away. If nothing else, she maintained a tidy kitchen even if the rest of her home was sheer chaos. “What’s next, Professor?” She sat down across from me and blew a strand of hair from her face. “How many times do you Kegle a day, Doc?” I had a bad feeling about this but had to ask. “Kegle? Is that some form of masturbation? Really, Bree, I may not know the proper terms for things but you don’t have to make things up to put me in my place.” “Do you have to pee?” I was serious. “No. I went before we started with the cantaloupes. Why?” I went to her refrigerator and pulled out three plastic bottles of Dasani water. I set them in front of her and said, “Drink up.” “We need to establish a base line of what you know and don’t know about your body. If you don’t know what ...
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