Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"You're so soft, so smooth!" Dr. Blensch cooed, her breathing becoming more and more ragged the more she humped, her hands gliding down over Joselyn's stomach, her fingers slipping down into the fluffy golden pubic hair.

Joselyn told herself that she didn't want to be touched down there, not by another woman, but she could not summon the willpower to struggle, to fight against the smooth arms, the silky thighs that held her. The professor's fingers teased down over the summit of her mound, swiping over the apex of her slit.

"Uhhhh!!" the blonde whined, squirming her hips as an unwanted surge of pleasure exploded between her legs.

"Nice. So nice," Dr. Blensch wheezed, rubbing the pad of her index finger up and down the pouting lips, over the soft fringe of hairs.

Joselyn writhed like a wild woman, shuddering violently under the skilled touch of the professor. That finger, that finger was tracing round and round the plump donut of her pudenda, sending powerful waves of ecstasy shooting deep into her belly. And she could feel the lips of her pussy starting to swell, to grow hot and spongy, to smooch apart, inviting an even more intimate exploration.

Dr. Blensch gently pushed the ragged petals back, peeling open the full length of Joselyn's cunt, all the while flipping her own bottom, smacking her hot pussy into the upturned behind, fanning the flames that licked at belly, breasts and face.

The blonde stiffened as a fingertip rudely jammed between her labia, probing, searching for, finding the hot nubbin of her clitoris…

"Got it!" Dr. Blensch said, pinching the erect shaft between thumb and forefinger.

Joselyn did not need to be told that. As those fingers closed down on her clitoris, another surge of pleasure hit her, a surge so strong that it turned her legs all rubbery and caused her hips to tick forward automatically.

"That's it! Yes! That's it!" the professor cried, pinching Joselyn's clitoris rhythmically, delighting in the way it made the girl's bottom jerk and buck.

Joselyn began to sob brokenly into the nasty panty gag. Her body was betraying her. She could no longer control her hips and under the teasing, pinching onslaught, her pussy was coming totally unglued. Viscous, fragrant juice seeped from the mouth of her cunt, dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

"Don't cry. Don't cry," the professor said. "I'll fix it. Let me fix it."

The blonde moaned as the older woman raised up from her back, taking her fingers from the wet slit. Before Joselyn could gasp, Dr. Blensch was leaning forward, kissing the small of her back, kissing down into the top of the cleft of her buttocks.

"God!" Joselyn bawled, biting down hard on the panties as the professor fitted her thumbs to the insides of her saucy ass cheeks, levering them wide apart…

"Lovely, so lovely," Dr. Blensch murmured, gazing down at the tiny, winking ring of her anus, down lower, down at the gleaming pink petals of her pussy, petals fringed with silky hair, hair beaded with droplets of clear lubricant…

"No, please," the blonde begged, shaking her head.

The professor lowered her face to the spread cleft, opening her mouth, extending her long tongue, pressing it against the hot, slick meat of Joselyn's pussy.

"Oh! OH!!" Joselyn bleated as she felt that wet tongue sweeping over her labia, licking them, licking at the very mouth of her vagina.

"Mmmmm," the redhead cooed, wallowing in the keen, foxy aroma, the slick moisture of the girl's cunt. She lapped furiously at the soft flaps, bathing them with her slobber.

If Joselyn hadn't been leaning against the edge of the desk, she most certainly would've collapsed. Her legs were trembling something awful, her face so flushed, so feverish that it frightened her. She wasn't supposed to get this excited, not with another woman! She was shamed by her own undeniable arousal, by the nasty, wet, sticking sounds the professor was making at her cunt. The woman was actually licking the drips of pussy juice from the insides of her thighs!

Dr. Blensch worked the pads of her thumbs deeper into Joselyn's crack, pressing them down on either side of the nadir of her pussy, pushing out, exposing the round, winking entrance to her channel. Without pausing, the professor mashing her mouth down on that glistening aperture, driving the tip of her nose into the girl's anus, squirming her tongue through the buttery ring and into the narrow passage. She snorted, snuffled as the slippery folds parted, as the tender inner drapery slithered down over her tongue.

Joselyn slumped forward on the desk as the woman penetrated her, letting her weight fall on her forearms. What the professor was doing to her felt so good, so wickedly, wickedly good! She couldn't help but start to move her ass, to swivel her hips as the thick tool fucked in and out of her pussy, its spatulate tip flicking madly at her clitoris, making the sparks fly up over her mound.

"Uhhhhnnff! Uhhhhnnff!" Dr. Blensch grunted, bobbing her head, prodding her nose into the blazing, fragrant sphincter, working her tongue over every ridge, every valley of Joselyn's pussy, greedily drinking down the heavy rush of lubricant that flowed into her mouth. She could tell that she was getting to the girl, tell by the way her cunt had begun to clasp, to cling to her darting tongue, by the way her hips had begun to tick back, to hurry the instant when every inch of her talented tool was buried in her pussy. Dr. Blensch would accept nothing but total surrender from Joselyn. She gripped the curve of the girl's hips and mashed her mouth as hard against the entrance to her cunt as she could, so hard that the tip of her nose actually pushed through the wrinkly anal ring. Then, holding the girl still, holding her mouth tight to her slit, the professor began sweeping and swirling her tongue round and round, corkscrewing it over the walls of Joselyn's pussy.

The blonde's jaw went slack, the sodden panties slipped from her mouth, her eyes rolled up in their sockets. She whinnied. Unable to move her bottom, she was helpless, helpless under the madly thrashing caress of that long tongue, as it rolled about in her cunt, it bumped over her clitoris again and again. Immediately after each bump, Joselyn's whole cunt quivered, tightening in response to the sudden, ecstatic jolt of joy. She could feel the floor starting to tremble under her feet, feel the ominous rumble of orgasm shaking her loins. She didn't want to cum, she told herself. Not like this. But even as she thought that, the trapdoor under her gave way and she was falling, her fork exploding with pleasure, her pussy squeezing, milking at the full length of the waggling tongue.

The second she felt that powerful inward tug, Dr. Blensch jerked her face back, pulling her tongue from Joselyn's pussy.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh, nooooo!" the girl sobbed, as her ecstasy was cut short.

"Everything's fine, just fine," the professor babbled, her face awash with shining juice, littered with stray golden pubes. She gripped Joselyn around the waist and firmly pulled her down onto the floor. The blonde was like a rag doll in her hands, making no protest, just whimpering softly as she was rolled onto her back.

Joselyn was caught in limbo, so close to cumming that she could taste it, thick, sweet like honey in the back of her mouth. She felt the professor moving over her, felt the insides of the woman's knees bracketing her head. She squirmed her legs, anxiously, making no attempt to keep her thighs together, no longer caring about the "rightness" or "wrongness" of what was happening to her, wanting only to get over, to get off.

Dr. Blensch knelt, half-straddling the girl's head, facing those long, smooth legs, that gaping pink cunt. She suddenly raised herself up, caught hold of the hem of her skirt, lifting it, moving her pussy directly over Joselyn's face, then dropping the skirt back down.