Melinda Matson - A seductive student

When he reached her calves, he swore she had an orgasm. She let out a piercing shriek, threw her head back, thrust her pubis forward, her knees spread as far apart as they'd go. And when he glanced up at the snug-fitting crotch-band of her panties, he grunted as if he'd been booted in the stomach. The flimsy strip of material was sopping wet! The heavy moisture had turned the fabric translucent and through it, he could see the ragged red petals of her pussy, the dense curls of coal black pubic hair that fringed their outer edges like lewd sideburns. Then the smell of her arousal hit him like a ten-pound sledge.

"Oooooof!" he groaned, shutting his eyes tight as his nostrils flared.

Of all the women he'd made love to, of all the sexual perfume he'd sampled, hers was the most astounding. It was dank, musky, and above all, moving. It was so strong that it made his mouth fill up with fresh slobber, so strong that it made his head reel and his blood pressure go right through the roof. It had exactly the right chemistry to make even the most hopelessly impotent man come up stiff as a stick. It was an olfactory call-to-fuck that simply could not be ignored.

He lapped hungrily behind her knees, his breathing heavy, hoarse, his pants leg all sticky wet from the seepage of his throbbing cock. He wanted to fuck her, all right, to fuck her in the worst way, but he knew that she wouldn't let him until he finished the job, until he'd licked every square inch of her legs, bathed them in his hot drool. So, he set about doing that as quickly as he possibly could sliding his tongue over the silky smooth flesh of her inner thighs, painting them with his saliva.

"Ooooooh, yes!!" he gasped, her hips starting to tick with a will of their own, to flip her well padded ass rhythmically towards him. She was so enthused that she couldn't just sit there and take it. She slumped back across her blotter hooking her moist toes about the edge of the desk, throwing her knees so wide apart that the outside of them touched the desktop.

Paul was forced to come up off his knees to follow her, to maintain the tongue to thigh contact. As his face slipped down between her legs, the awesome heat of her aroused pussy engulfed him. It was like she had a furnace between her thighs. And the entire length of her panty crotch was saturated with love juice. Through the soggy material, he could not only see the parted lips of her vagina, but lower down, the deep crack of her ass, the shapely womanly buttocks.

As she tossed and squirmed her bottom under his nose, as she moaned and whined like a bitch in heat, he knew that he was a goner, that he'd never hold out long enough to get his cock wet. He whimpered. He choked. He caved in. Paul threw his open mouth against the sodden cuntstrap, lapping, licking, sucking at it, smearing the unctuous fluid, the stinky lubricant all over his face.

"Uhhhhh!!!" she shrilled, arching her back, clamping her thighs tight to the sides of his head, hunching her super-heated pussy against his tongue, his teeth.

The slithery, slippery nylon rubbed over his nose, his mouth, and under it, he could feel the pliant lips of her vagina smooching apart and her lubricant was heavy and thick. The taste of her sex exploded on his tongue, keen and foxy, and he was snorting and snuffling between her legs like a hog at trough, corkscrewing the tip of his tongue against the sticky fabric, burrowing it right into the blazing spot that covered the mouth of her cunt.

Dr. Blensch flung her ass at him so vigorously that it was all he could do to grip her svelte hips and hang on. The meat of her buttocks and thighs jiggled and jounced at each violent impact of hot pussy to his face.

"Uhhhnnnf! Uhhhnnnf!" she grunted, each grunt punctuating another snap of her pelvis. Her fingers were twined in his hair, hauling down on it, holding his face as tight to her pussy as possible as, with every successive lunge, she worked herself into more of a dither.

Gradually, Paul's sense of his own need went out of focus. Instead of there being a distinct thing hunger in his loins, a distinct throbbing in his penis, there was a kind of general pleasurable glow over his whole crotch. He found himself so caught up in her need, in satisfying her hunger that, for the moment at least, his own was left by the wayside.

Nuzzling into her slick pussy he slipped his fingers in under the waistband of her panties and began to roll them down over her jutting hips, down over the smooth, round domes of her buttocks. He was forced to pull them down from behind because his face was blocking his access to the panty front. When the professor realized what he was doing, she relaxed her death grip on his hair and, panting and wheezing, allowed him to peel the wet bikini underwear down over her thighs.

Once she was naked below the waist, the redhead splayed her long lithe legs apart for him, showing him the havoc his licking, sucking mouth had wrought on her pussy.

"Wow!" he gasped.

No matter how many times he gazed into her open cunt, no matter how many times he saw the silky black fur sopping with juice, clinging to her puckering, inflamed labia, no matter how many times he peered between those ragged petals, at the creamy, hot moist pink flesh of her inner sex, at the very mouth of her cunt, he never failed to be awed by it. There was something about the startling contrast between the satiny, alabaster whiteness of the surrounding skin, of thigh and buttocks, and the angry red of her hairy cunt: it was feral, salacious, unspeakably obscene.

Paul thrust his head forward, his mouth open, tongue extended, slobber spilling from his lips.

"Ooooooh!" she said, holding her palm flat against his forehead, holding him away from her yawning cunt.

He groaned. Stretching his tongue as far as he could, so far that the underside of it was cut by the edge of his bottom front teeth, he could just barely manage to make contact with her labia.

"Love it, Paul," she cooed, lifting her right leg, sliding her foot, her calve over his shoulder, tipping her whole fork up to him, showing him not only the gaping maw of her pussy, but the deep cleft of her ass as well. Nestled in the silky bun valley, tiny and red, was the wrinkly ring of her anus.

Paul blubbered, pushing against her hand, trying to get at her. Everything between her legs, her mound, her ass, her thighs, was slick with her viscous juice. He waggled his tongue madly from side to side, grazing the ragged edges of her glistening petals.

"No, Paul," she said huskily. "Love it. Love it."

The poor guy still didn't know what she was talking about, but he got the picture when she relaxed the stiff arm she had on his head. She let him lower his head, all right, but as she did, she pushed down with all her might, so that instead of his tongue dropping right into her open cunt, his hungry mouth covering her entrance, it fell an inch or so lower in her crotch.

Paul shuddered as the tip of his nose dipped into her juicy pussy, as his upper lip pressed against the super smooth band of skin that separated her pussy from anus, as his lower lip brushed something searing hot and buttery soft. Her buttocks were parting over the point of his chin and she was groaning, pushing his mouth down over the nasty wrinkly ring.

"Love it! Love it!!" she cried, hunching her ass against his face, making her puckering pussy mash against his lips.

The graduate student was in no condition to deny her anything. He was mad for the feel, the taste, the smells of her lush body. Moaning like a kicked pup, he started doing as she asked, "loving it". He kissed her tiny sphincter as he would've kissed her mouth, grinding his pursed lips up against it, burrowing his chin between her tight buttcheeks. No matter how he squirmed his head, he could not seem to get enough of it. And as he passionately kissed her pore, his hot slobber smeared over it, bathing it, making it even slicker, even more delightful. Before he knew it, he was parting his lips, opening his mouth against it.