I steered my middle finger to where I suspected her clit was - hard to tell through the panties - and pressed in, rubbing in slow circles once I was sure I had it. Swollen as it was, it wasn't hard to pinpoint by touch. "Tell me, Isa. Tell me you want me to fuck whoever I want."

"Th-they're your students!" she protested with an inadvertent gasp.

"They are. But it's what I want. Tell me you want me to have what I want. Want me to have what I want."

I'd spent enough time around pussies in the past few weeks to recognize an approaching orgasm. Right as she...