Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"Uhhh!!" she gasped, her eyes bulging, her back stiffening at the feel of his moist tongue lashing over her fundament.

Paul whined as he felt her tiny anal ring open under the tip of his tongue, blooming like a tea rose. He fought the demented urge that threatened to overwhelm him; he fought it for all of three seconds. Then, in a near delirium, he stabbed his tongue into the aperture, moaning as the hole widened, as it seemed to suck him up into its seething, rubbery depths.

"God!" the professor howled, clawing at the blotter, her svelte bottom going wild, flipping up into his face, jamming his tongue through the squeaky tight grip of her sphincter.

He tried gamely to bob his head in time to her thrusts, to hurry the moment when he was root deep in her ass, but she was hunching madly, out of control. Any movement, forward or back, on his part was a grave risk. As the smooth, resilient cheeks jerked up from the desk to bash his face, to whip his tool in and out of her asshole, it was all he could do to just hunker there and whimper.

"Uhhhh-heeeeee!!!" she squealed.

And for the second time, Paul was certain that she was cumming. This time he was far more certain because he could feel the way her anus was clamping down on his tongue, squeezing it in time to the rhythmic seizures racking her pussy.

Dr. Blensch was not one to hold back when the heat of orgasm was upon her. She used her student's flushed face and waggling tongue like a dime store dildo, something cheap and easily replaceable. She launched her ass up from the desktop, driving his nose between her parted labia, his tongue deep in her bowels. Every time she made contact, her crotch impacting with his face, she let out a baleful yowl of pleasure. Her stomach was visibly rippling with sensation, her cunt undulating, attempting to milk the tip of his nose, and skyrockets were zooming between her ears.

Paul took the abuse, though it felt like she was knocking his front teeth loose. He took it because he had no real choice in the matter. He had to acquiesce to her… and that knowledge seemed to free him to enjoy what, under other circumstances he would not have been able to do. Her cunt was smacking moistly into his nose and forehead growing looser, sloppier by the second, a furious pink maw, and the musky smell of it raged in his brain.

After what seemed like forever to the young man, the woman's gyrations slowed to a stop. She lay there on her back on the desk for a long moment, gasping to catch her breath, then shifted her bottom so his tongue slipped out of her still twitching, but widely stretched anus. If Paul thought he was going to be getting a respite from oral sex, he was sorely mistaken. Dr. Blensch rolled her hips, making his extended tongue lap at the sticky mouth of her pussy.

"Oohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Paul! Paul!!!" she bleated, squirming, forcing his broad blade of a tongue to slip into her seething deft.

He groaned, his eyelids fluttering, nostrils flaring. His tongue felt like it had been ripped to tatters, but the hot, quivering passage that enfolded it was sweet, sweet balm. The slick, buttery lining of her pussy glided down over his tongue, the marvelous inner wrinkles, the ridges and valleys, bumping against it. Before he knew it, his open, gaping mouth was jammed tight against the yawning lips of her vagina, the soft, wet hairs tickling his nose and cheeks, and his tongue was lashing, rolling about in the sticky grip of her channel.

The professor gripped his curly hair in both hands and held his head still, lewdly swiveling her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth, making his tongue cut wild figure eights deep in her belly.

"Yesssss!" she hissed, her sensuous lips curling back from white, even teeth, her eyeballs rolling up in their sockets so that only the whites showed.

The sensation of having all that hot, slippery meat squirming over his tongue drove poor Paul crazy. The glow of pleasure between his legs bloomed anew. The feeling was still indistinct, spread over cock and balls and belly, but it was nonetheless delicious. In his excitement, he began to suck at her open pussy to suck even as he thrust his tongue in and out. He forced his jaws to open so wide that he managed to get all of her pussy between his lips. Then, when he sucked, he sucked at her entire cunt, at hair-fringed labia, at flexing fuck mouth, everything. Moaning, he nursed at her sex, making it pop in and out of his wet lips, making nasty, sloppy suck sounds as he did so.

Those noises were music to the professor's ears. She stopped hunching and lifted her knees, her legs high in the air, tipping her pussy up for maximum penetration.

"Suck it, Paul!!!" she crooned ecstatically. "Suck all of it!! That's it! OHHHHHHHH! God, that's so good! Your mouth, it feels like a vacuum cleaner! It feels like you're sucking me inside out!"

Paul could not longer understand what she was saying to him. He no longer cared to understand. He was wallowing in her vagina, greedily swallowing down the oily, pungent juice, licking at her little chick pea of a clitoris. Everything was hot and sloppy. He started bobbing his head, jamming tongue into her cunt, able to go much deeper into her than before due to the compression of her channel.

"Muuuhhff! Uhhhh-muuuuhff!!" he snorted, rooting about in the slick maw frenziedly, holding her bare buns in his hands, massaging them, shifting them so he could taste and feel every crevice, every cranny of her cunt.

The professor could feel that things were getting out of hand. Her graduate student was going wild on her. His sucking mouth, concave cheeks were wailing on her pussy like a plumber's helper, making her slack labia puff in and out. She wanted to cum again, but she wanted it in her own way. To that end, she brought her balled fist down on the top of his head… hard.

The sound of the blow, a dull thud, resounded in the office. Paul grunted and raised his shining, friction-reddened face from her loins. His eyes were bloodshot, unfocused, his mouth gaping.

"No more sucking, Paul," she said hoarsely. "Fuck me. Fuck me now."

The student nodded like a marionette. He was so turned on that he could barely get his fly undone; his fingers were trembling something awful. And even when he got himself unzipped, there was still the problem of how to get his erect penis to bend enough to pull it out from his pants leg. He solved the problem in the simplest way possible: by pulling down both jeans and underwear in the same motion. As he bared his loins, as the wadded up clothing cleared the head of his cock, the rigid member flipped up, sending a strand of white gummy fluid high in the air.

"Oh!" the professor gasped, as the streamer of pre-cum landed, draping itself across her upper thigh. She rubbed her fingers into the semen, pushing it into her crotch, smearing it over the lips of her pussy. "Hurry!! OHHHHH! YESSSSS! Will you hurry!!?"

Paul moved like an automaton, his horribly engorged cock thumping against his chest. The cockhead was huge, purple, so full of blood that the skin was shiny, like the skin of an over inflated balloon. His testicles were drawn up so tight to his groin that they were barely visible under the fringe of his pubic hair. Every sinew, every tendon on his shaft stood out in high relief.

He moved far too slowly to suit her. When he was once again between her legs, she reached out and caught hold of the thick neck of his penis, jerking the thing down, aiming it at her open cunt. She pulled him closer, using his cock as a handle; she actually pulled the head of his cock into her pussy, jamming it between her labia.

As her liquid lips parted over his bulb, as the steam heat of her vagina engulfed his cock, Paul came out of his stupor. His body reacted to the feel of cunt about his cock instinctively: he snapped his hips, driving himself deep into the searing channel.