Her mouth gaped a little as she just stared.

“I guess that means I can help myself.”

I already knew she tasted good, so I moved in with a swift lick.

My eyes rolled back as I moaned at the taste of her.  I licked and licked, with no worry of running out of cum, because Kyla had a river steadily flowing between her thighs.

“Spencer… please…”

I stopped mid lick and looked up at her.  Her shirt was bunched up around her neck and the cups of her bra were now under her breasts, allowing her hands to have free access to her breasts. 

My tongue hung loosely out of my mouth as I watched her hands work on her hard, little nipples.  I could also see her stomach going up and down in tune with her ragged breathing in the bottom of my tunnel vision.

I could feel myself growing wetter and I now wanted Kyla on me.

I suddenly caught a huge whiff of Kyla and I forgot about my own arousal and buried my face between her legs.  I allowed for instinct to guide me and I took her clit in between my lips.

I just held it there, thinking about how I didn’t know what Kyla liked and didn’t like.

One of Kyla’s hands slid onto the back of my head and I just decided to go by trial and error.

I sucked and she responded my moving her hips up and into my face.  So I continued sucking, slowly trying out new things.  And it seemed like Kyla liked all of it.

I was concentrating on her clit when her hand suddenly caught my attention.  I pulled back and her hand moved to enter herself, but I glared at it, picked it up, and moved it and placed it on her stomach.

I released her hand and moved my hand down to where her hand had been going.  I took a deep breath and concentrated on mimicking her earlier actions.

I tried to gently enter, but she didn’t seem to want gently, so I quickly plunged two fingers fully into her.

I pumped into her a few times before I moved my mouth back onto her clit.

“HOLY FUCK!”

I giggled into her and that seemed to send vibrations which made her hips jerk into my face.

I smirked, used my other hand to stop her from jerking up again, and then began to purposely send vibrations through her.

Her thighs began to clamp, but couldn’t cover my ears so I was able to listen as she moaned my name and called me god a few times.  She even said that I was good, so good. 

None of it compared to when her muscles clamped around my fingers as she climaxed and she screamed my name, which echoed in the large theater.

I did my best to draw her orgasm out like she did to herself, before I withdrew my fingers.  I then busied my tongue with licking her clean.

“Sen… sen… tive… sens…”

I understood, so I stopped and moved up her body and laid down half on top of her with my arm around her waist.

We laid like that, silent for several minutes before she asked, “What are my other responsibilities for having a teacher’s pet?”