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"Oooooo, yessss," she squealed, "lick my pussy, Ross, I just love that."

Until she fucked Bob a few days earlier, she'd been three long years without a man, and she had a lot of lust stored up. She figured Ross could tongue her pussy for about a week and she wouldn't get tired of it. She lay there gurgling in bliss, legs held wide open, as he expertly lashed his tongue up and down the creamy line of her clit, giving her hot blasts of pleasure. Soon she was helplessly creaming all over his bobbing chin. The molten cream dribbled down the crack of her ass and puddled on the bedspread.

"Unnnhhhhh, yessss, that's so damned good," she moaned.

She was only just beginning to realize what a strain it had been on her to keep up her image as a teacher. She had to be above reproach, perfect in every respect, and she could never let her students or their parents know that she was a naturally lusty and hot-blooded woman. Now, with this near-stranger, she could let herself go at last. Ross didn't even know her last name, and she'd never see him again. She didn't have to worry about her image now.

So she gurgled and moaned and wantonly rubbed her hot hungry pussy against his lashing tongue. After he'd tongued her entire cunt and left it glistening with his hot spit, he zeroed in on the fat throbbing bud of her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. He teasingly rimmed the pulsating shaft with the stiff tip of his tongue, and Sharon squealed with excitement. Then he caught her clit between his lips and began to suck on it, and Sharon almost flew off the bed, the pleasure was so sudden and violent.

"Unnnhhhhhh, yesss, suck me off," she moaned, "I need to come so bad, Ross."

All of a sudden her lust seemed unbearable. She'd repressed it for a few hours, while she was so angry and upset with Bob, but now it was returning in full force, burning through her body. She'd been horny for days, she realized, ever since she and. Bob had fucked, and only another long hot fuck session would relieve her lust-wracked body. She responded to Ross' expert hot sucking with hoarse moans of ecstasy, and she creamed heavily all over his face.

"Ahhhhhh, God, that's so good," she moaned.

He was making an obscene slurping and snorting noise as he sucked, and that just turned her on all the more. His sucking got faster and harder by the second, and Sharon shrieked in bliss and thundered toward an urgently-needed orgasm. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, blotting out everything but the incredible pleasure she was feeling. That hot pleasure built and built in her pussy till she could hardly stand it any longer. Greedily she arched her body, rubbing her clit hard between Ross' lips, aching to get off.

"Ooooo, make me come, please make me come," she whimpered desperately.

Ross made her come, all right, in a way she'd never have predicted. Still sucking loudly and hungrily on her throbbing clit, he slid a hand under her churning ass and felt around till he located the tiny puckered mouth of her ass. She gasped as she felt him wriggling his little finger up that tight but juicy hole. She'd never had anything up her ass before, and she was astonished at how exciting it felt. Ross started pumping his finger in her asshole and kept sucking on her clit.

"Unnnnggggghhhh, shit, I love it," she gurgled.

She'd never felt such intense pleasure before. All her previous lovers had been amateurs compared to this guy. She had a hunch that Ross wanted all his lovers to be sitting in their rocking chairs forty years later remembering him, saying, "That Ross, the salesman, what a terrific fuck." He wasn't about to get involved with any one girl, but he didn't want to be forgotten, either. All this was fine with Sharon, more than fine. All she really craved was the thorough inventive fucking he was giving her.

"Ross, you crazy, you're gonna make me come," she gasped.

She hadn't realized it was possible to come from having her asshole stimulated, but it was just about to happen. Ross was sucking hard on her clit, giving her hot blasts of pleasure, but what was really driving her over the edge was his stiff finger pumping steadily in her greedily gripping asshole. He gradually worked his finger deeper in the untried hole, till he was in as far as he could get. Sharon threw her head back and wailed in ecstasy as he probed the hot depths of her ass. She felt herself coming, the most violent climax she'd ever had in her life.

"Ajhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit, you did it, whhaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Ahhhhhh, Ross, I'm coming so hard!"

Ross kept right on stimulating her as she came, his lips tugging and squeezing her throbbing clit, his finger reaming her spasming asshole. His skill made her climax doubly intense and prolonged. By the time she finally came down from it, she was totally breathless and limp. As she lay there recovering, 'Ross rose to his knees and wiped her sticky cream from his face and mustache. He was grinning broadly.

"I got the impression you liked that," he said.

"Mmmmm, it was heaven," Sharon sighed. She didn't mind complimenting him – he deserved it.

"And I bet you'd like more, wouldn't you?" he leered.

"Oh, wow, would I ever," she giggled.

"Great," he said, "because pussy-eating just happens to be my favorite hobby."

He ducked down, nosed into her steaming cunt again and this time he lifted her long legs and draped them over his shoulders. She was completely open to him, and she couldn't have escaped even if she'd wanted to. She lay back and panted and gasped with delight as he once more tongue-whipped the entire length of her moist, scarlet pussy. When he'd whetted her appetite and gotten her to panting loudly and clawing the bed, he finally zeroed in on the creaming mouth of her cunt, running the stiff tip of his tongue around and around the tight ringed opening.

"Oooooooo, Ross, oooooooo," Sharon squealed.

It was very exciting, what he was doing to her, but before long it ceased to satisfy. She wanted to feel more than just the tip of his tongue in her cunt. She wanted to feel every throbbing inch of his prick inside her body. Hungrily she began jerking her hips, trying to impale her pussy on his snaking tongue, but he wouldn't let her do it. He was deliberately puffing back each time she thrust at him and soon she was whimpering with frustration.

"Ross, damn it, give it to me, quit playing around," she moaned.

Leering, he raised his cream-smeared face and said, "Tell me exactly what you want, baby, and I'll give it to you."

So that was his game. He wanted to hear her beg for it. Well, she didn't mind. She was just too horny to be bashful about her needs.

"Please, Ross," she moaned, "cram your tongue up my cunt."

"That's more like it," he grinned.

He shoved his face between her legs again and she felt him shoving the whole length of his thick tongue into her cunt, stuffing her with it and almost touching her womb. It was just the sensation she'd been craving, something big and hot and stiff in her famished pussy hole. She flinched with the impact, gasped, and then fed him a huge steaming flood of cream.

"Ahhhhh, yessssss, that's it," she moaned, "give me that big tongue."

Ross cupped her hot little ass and began pistoning his thick tongue in and out of her cream-flooded pussy. His tongue made an obscene sucking noise that echoed through the room, and it added to Sharon's wild excitement. She threw back her head, closed her eyes, and wailed in ecstasy as his expert tongue-fucking hurtled her toward another body-wracking climax. She'd been way overdue to come, and now she knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough. She needed to glut herself on corning – and Ross seemed to be just the man for the job.

"Oooooo, do it to me, do it to me," she squealed, digging her nails into the bed and greedily shoving her red-hot pussy against his face.