"Well, Paul," Dr. Blensch said, holding out her hand to him, "are you going to chew them or not?"
Paul looked at the tiny, red nylon bikini panties his advisor was offering to him. Then he looked between her legs. She was sitting on the edge of her desk with her lab coat and skirt pulled way up over her waist, with her thighs spread wide, her naked, hairy cunt staring him right in the face. He shivered. His cock, mindless stick of muscle that it was, was already starting to stiffen in his pants. Dumping on her was a hell of a lot harder to do than he'd figured. He'd been screwing her so long that he was like one of Pavlov's dogs, slobbering all over himself at her whim.
"I want to see you chew them," she said, irritatedly, slipping her other hand between her thighs, slipping a fingertip between her fat labia, shamelessly toying with her clitoris. "I want to see it now."
He thought of Joselyn, shutting his mind to the way he knew those panties would feel against his lips, so smooth, so silky, so damp, to the way he knew they'd smell, heavy, pungent from her pussy, and somehow gathered the courage to shake his head.
"What?" the professor exclaimed.
Once the initial step had been taken, it was much easier to forge ahead. "I won't do it," he said, through clenched teeth. "I won't."
Dr. Blensch pushed her glasses down her small nose and peered at him over them. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. It'd been a long, long time since she'd had to use any kind of threat to get what she wanted from him. The idea that the worm would suddenly turn infuriated her no end. "You'll do it or else," she snapped, tossing the panties into his face.
The scent of her pussy clung to his face after the bikinis slipped to the floor. He swallowed hard, fighting the conditioned reflex. "I'm not going to make it with you again," he said. "I'm through being used that way."
"Really, now?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Are you giving up your assistantship, then? Are you going to forget about ever getting your Ph.D.? Because that's what it will mean, as you well know."
"I just want to complete my thesis and get the hell out, that's all," he said, shakily.
She laughed at him. "As you will recall, you and I made an arrangement way back when," she said. "You were to provide certain services to me in exchange for my assuring you of a top notch post doctorate position. You do recall, don't you?"
He glowered at her.
"Of course, you do," she said. "And if you don't get down there on your hands and knees and chew those panties this instant, I will consider that you have reneged on our deal. You will be up the creek without a paddle."
"I didn't agree to be your Goddam slave!" he said.
Dr. Blensch frowned at him. "You've never shown this kind of reticence before, Paul," she said. "Certainly not over something as inconsequential as a little panty nibbling. Lately, though, I have noticed a trend in your behavior, a trend towards your not giving me your all. Suddenly my pussy's not good enough for you, is that it?"
"As they say," he growled, "familiarity breeds contempt."
She tapped the point of her chin with her index finger. "Funny, how your change of heart happened at about the same time you let that slut move in," she said.
"She's no slut!" he snapped indignantly.
Dr. Blensch raised her eyebrows. "My, my, a bit touchy on the subject, aren't we? I thought you said there was nothing between the two of you?"
"There wasn't, not really, not at first," he told her, "but now there is."
"I see. So, now you expect to be allowed to save all your love for her, to continue as my assistant without paying the piper for the privilege?"
"I shouldn't have to pay anyone anything," he said, sourly. "Yes, Paul, and lollipops should grow on trees," she said. She glared at him. "Grow up! Nothing is for free. Do you think that your slut isn't putting out to Bertrand for the privilege of working under him."
Paul felt his face flush in anger.
"That's right!" she raved on. "Putting out to him! When they're going at it, you can hear her squealing halfway down the corridor. Everybody knows she's nothing but a whore."
"Just like me, huh?" he asked.
She smiled wickedly at him. "Please pick up my panties, darling," she said. "Pull them on over your head the way I like. Do that and we'll forget about all of this."
"You don't understand," he told her flatly, "it's all over between us, no more fun and games. I love Joselyn and she loves me. It doesn't matter what you threaten to do to me, what Velasquez threatens to do to her, we aren't going to go along with it anymore."
"Velasquez?" Dr. Blensch said. "What has he got to do with her?"
Paul blundered ahead, his anger overpowering his common sense. "That's just another of the permutations of the games you professors play with your assistants," he said. "It's called 'Get an Expendable Lackey to Stab Your Colleague in the Back'."
"I don't understand," she said.
"It's simple. Joselyn isn't really working for Bertrand. She's working against him, for Velasquez. Dr. V. wants to discredit Dr. B. because of some petty grievance and he's using her to get inside information, to sabotage Bertrand's work."
"From what I've heard through the keyhole, your Joselyn certainly enjoys 'working against' Dr. Bertrand," the professor said.
"It's all an act," Paul said. "And the act is over. Neither of us is going to…"
"Shut up!" she snarled, cutting him off completely. "Now, you listen to me. I can ruin your career so fast it would make your head spin. And I mean ruin. You wouldn't be able to get a job mixing laundry soap. If what you've told me about your little slut is true, she's on even more shaky ground than you are. In order for her to consent to such a dangerous game, she must want success very badly, perhaps even more badly than you. I wonder if you've really asked her if she's willing to throw her career away for you? Have you? Well?"
Paul opened his mouth, then dosed it. She could read the answer in his eyes.
"I thought not! Why not?! Because you're afraid of what she might say?"
Paul tried to gulp down the lump in his throat. She was right, of course. He hadn't mentioned anything about this confrontation with Dr. Blensch to Joselyn. He'd told himself that he wanted to wipe the slate clean, to show her that it could be done before he asked her to do the same, but he'd been kidding himself. The reason he hadn't brought the subject up with his lover was he was afraid that she wouldn't want to go along. It was the same reason that he hadn't mentioned anything to her about the words she'd cried out when she was caught up in the throes of orgasm… he was afraid of a clarification on her part, afraid that he'd somehow mis-read her entirely, that Joselyn was not capable of loving him or anyone, that she was really the beautiful, but twisted girl she seemed to be and nothing more.
"Down, Paul!" Dr. Blensch ordered, pointing an imperious, finger at, the wadded up ball of panties at his feet.
He looked at her curiously, as if seeing her for the first time in a long while. His initial refusal had broken the spell she held over him. Her commands only had the power he allowed them to have. Dr. Blensch was a highly attractive woman, of that there could be no doubt, but there was a shrill edge to her voice, a touch of panic that made her seem older, more haggard, less appealing.
"No," he said, marveling at how easy it was. "No, I won't. No matter what happens, I won't ever do that again!"
"No, Paul! Paul wait!" Dr. Blensch said. However, the young man was already out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
It took a full minute for the professor to get hold of herself. The thought of losing Paul to a younger woman was too, too horrible to consider. She would not, could not allow such a thing to happen. As her nerves started to quiet down, her highly trained scientific brain began to work, attacking the problem with logical precision. If Paul's defection was dependent on a similar defection by his girlfriend, a reasonable assumption considering the young man in question, the solution was childishly simple. Dr. Blensch smiled. All she had to do was make sure that it was impossible for the girl to follow Paul's lead, thus disproving her love for him and proving all the vile things that the professor had said about her.
Dr. Blensch bent down and picked up her panties, not putting them on, but bouncing them in the palm of her hand. She would take Paul back, of course, but first she would make him pay… dearly.
"Are you sure no one saw you come in?" Dr. Velasquez said to Joselyn, his tone implying that she was basically incompetent.
"No one saw me," she said, miserably. She hadn't expected to be so wounded by an offhand remark of his; she hadn't been fully aware of how desperately she wanted to please him. She had actually hoped that her attraction to the swarthy man might be fading, especially in light of the super sex she'd had with Paul. The professor dashed her rather pathetic hope at once.
Velasquez came up behind the chair she was sitting in and put his hands on her bare shoulders, massaging the silky skin roughly, the way one might rub the skin of a dog or cat, not for the pleasure of the animal so much as for the pleasure of the massager.
Her reaction to his brutal touch told her more than she ever wanted to know about herself, her weakness. The trembling in her hands, the awful yearning in her belly and breasts let her know that she was not over him, not by a long shot, that she was still his plaything, his puppet, that she would gladly do whatever he asked, accept whatever punishment, whatever humiliation, so long as he kept on touching her.
"You're tense," he said, squeezing her neck so hard she whimpered. "Relax. Relax and enjoy!" As much as what he was doing hurt, she could not deny that it felt absolutely wonderful. A bit more and she knew she could cum, cum without being touched on the pussy. That knowledge shamed her and her shame only aroused her more. She wanted him to fuck her again; she wanted that more than anything. She was ready to answer any sexual command that he might ask of her, answer it not only willingly, but joyously. She was putty in his hands.
"There," he said, letting go of her, walking around in front of her.
Her heart started pounding horribly when she saw the immense bulge in the front of his Bermudas. The sadistic massage had evidentially excited him as much as it'd excited her. He was going to luck her! She could hardly sit still for the devils dancing along her veins. She should not have gotten her hopes up.
"Now, I wanna hear about the programming," he said, moving back, taking a seat on the edge of his desk.
What he was doing to her, both of them knew, was the cruelest thing possible. He was showing her the luridly pulsing carrot, almost waving it about under her nose, but refusing to give her any of it. For a second, the soul ache was so awful that she couldn't speak. It was like an ice pick jammed into her belly.
"How did it go?" he asked her.
"Everything went just the way you said," she finally managed to say. She could not tear her eyes away from the obscene lump in his pants. Her whole being cried out to that insensate rod of flesh, cried out silently the words, "Use me!?"
"Yes?"
She took a breath, then said, "I punched in the incorrect data. When he runs his program through the computer, he will get results that will support all of his previous theories on atom surface scattering." She paused, giving him a concerned look. "But, honestly, I don't see how you're doing anything but helping him," she went on. "He'll get his National Science Foundation grant for sure because of this."
Velasquez laughed. "Yes, I'm sure he will," he said, "but if you've done the job right, if you've left no tracks, if you haven't screwed up his computer model, it'll be the last N.S.F. grant that bastard ever gets."
Joselyn looked puzzled.
The professor glowered at her. "It amazes me how you got this far in science being as slow on the uptake as you are," he said.
The ice pick twisted into her guts.
"Think about it," he told her. "I'm trying to nail an asshole who's already proved he can escape a paternity suit because of his pull here at the university. I need something big, something that isn't going to blow over. The second he turns in that grant proposal, I've got him. I know the results he used to justify the need for a grant are fake… I damn well faked them myself! When I tell the Foundation board of my suspicion, when they look into the data he submitted, Bertrand is going to be a gone goose in Theoretical Chem. Knocking up some steno pool floozy is one thing, but trying to defraud the National Science Foundation is another."
"I see," she said.
"I doubt that," he said acidly. "But old Bertrand will. He'll see what happens when he tries to fuck with me. He won't be able to get a job teaching high school chemistry in Wyoming by the time I'm through."
"What do I do now?" Joselyn asked.
"You keep on doing exactly what you've been doing," Velasquez said, leering at her. "You keep his mind off his project. We can't have him doing any re-checking before he turns in that proposal. From the way he's been talking over at the handball court, he's been getting all he can handle off you."
She blushed.
"You're not surprised that he's a big talker, are you?" the professor said, realizing that he'd struck a nerve, wanting to explore the subject a bit. "You shouldn't be. Pindicks like that are always blabbing it around whenever they get lucky. The way he tells it, he has you cumming all over yourself all the time. Is it true?"
Joselyn started to blurt out, "no", but something in his face made her stop short.
"I hope it is," he said, grinning. "I want you to enjoy your work. It gives me great pleasure to think that you're getting off under him. You are, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said, weakly.
"I just hope it isn't too much of a heartbreak for you to have to quit him as soon as he turns that proposal in."
"Quit?!"
He laughed at her sudden jump in spirits.
"Sure," he said. "Once it's in the mail, your job with him is through."
"Can I… I mean, will I be working for you then?" she asked, her heart trying to climb out of her throat.
"You've been working for me all along, remember?" he said. "Now, I think you ought to go. Someone could knock on the door and it would be inconvenient."
Joselyn rose from the chair and walked to the door. She wanted to turn, to throw herself at his feet, to kiss and lick the soles of his shoes, anything, anything for one more touch of his hand. But he did not call her back. He was through with her, as he'd said. There was nothing for her to do but leave.
As she closed the door to his office and started off down the hallway, she had a horrible premonition. She saw herself never being "his", never belonging to Dr. Velasquez in the way she envisioned; she saw herself belonging to him, being "his" as she was now, his to give away, to use as bait in power struggles within the department, the university, to use to impress his handball buddies.
"Are you all right?" said a husky woman's voice behind her.
Joselyn turned and came face to face with Dr. Blensch. "Uhh, yes, of course," she said. The professor gave her a doubtful look. "For a second there, as you passed my door," she said, "I thought you were about to break into tears."
"I'm fine," Joselyn said, not wanting to talk to the woman, the woman who had turned Paul into what practically amounted to a stud animal.
"You're Joselyn, am I correct?" Dr. Blensch said, smiling with her lips and not her eyes.
"Yes," the blonde answered.
"Good. I must talk to you at once," the professor said. "In my office."
"I'm sorry, I have work to do for Dr. Bertrand," Joselyn told her. "Maybe some other time."
"You will want to talk to me," Dr. Blensch said.
"It's about Paul…"
Joselyn blinked at her vacantly.
"…and Dr. Bertrand," the professor said, "and Dr. Velasquez." The blonde jerked as if she'd been struck in the face. "There, see? You're interested already, aren't you?"
Joselyn allowed the professor to take her by the arm and lead her into her office. Dr. Blensch sat her down on a chair, then closed the office door and locked it.
"Did Paul tell you?" Joselyn asked, her voice shrill with pain. She knew the answer to her question already. Only Paul could've betrayed her. That he'd betrayed her to this evil redhead, this evil, dye-job redhead made the hurt worse.
"Of course, he told me," Dr. Blensch said, beaming at her. "Paul is a very obedient man. He does everything I tell him."
"He hates you."
"Hate, love, it's all the same. It's the intensity of the emotion that matters."
Joselyn frowned at that.
"He tells me that he loves you," Dr. Blensch said.
The blonde felt a pang in her belly, a different kind of pang than with Velasquez, but a pang nonetheless. She knew that Paul loved her, had known for a long time, had used that love against him. Only in the last few days had she begun to realize the injustices she'd heaped on him.
"And you tell me that he hates me," the professor continued. "I will keep him, though, and you will lose him… because he hates me more than he loves you."
The idea of keeping or losing Paul had never really occurred to her before. She found it as confusing as the professor's convoluted logic. She felt that she had to respond in some way, though.
"If he loves me," she said, "he'll stay with me."
"No, he won't," the professor said. "He won't because you're going to tell him you don't want to see him again."
"What?"
"Afterwards, he'll come sniveling back to me," Dr. Blensch said, her eyes alight with an unholy radiance…
"I won't tell him that!"
"You'll tell him, all right," the professor said. "Or I'll blow the whistle on your little scheme against Dr. Bertrand."
Joselyn groaned.
"I'd tell you that your boss; Velasquez, would get dragged into the mess, too, but I know you wouldn't believe it. He's a very careful man. No, Joselyn, you're the one who will get burned if you don't do exactly as I say."
The blonde sagged back in the chair. She knew when she'd been had. She felt utterly sapped, drained of strength.
"You will do as I say?"
"Yes," Joselyn said.
"First of all, I want you to tell Paul that Velasquez has ordered you to stop seeing him, to move out of his apartment," the professor said. "Then I expect you to live up to those orders, to pack up your things and get out. I don't want you to have any more contact with Paul. If you see him in the hall; you are to pass by him without speaking. So far as he is concerned, you are to be head over heels in love with Velasquez. Agreed?"
Joselyn nodded. What the redheaded bitch was asking was going to hurt Paul terribly, she knew very well. She also knew that it would have the ultimate effect of putting the young even more deeply in his mentor's control and there was nothing she could do about it without risking the destruction of everything she'd worked so hard to build.
"I don't mind telling you, Joselyn, that you've been the source of considerable irritation and inconvenience to me," Dr. Blensch said, glaring at her.
The blonde wanted to make a snappy come back, to get at least one good zinger in, but she didn't have the heart for it. More than fighting back, she wanted to roll over and play dead.
"Your using up of Paul's energy has made him a lackluster performer. Why just this morning, I was all ready for him, I mean, ready… and he just didn't have it in him. I don't like being built up and then let down. It infuriates me. I work hard; I need my release. I have to have it, understand?"
Joselyn just sat there and stared.
"So, since it was you who deprived me of my pleasure earlier," the professor said, "by all rights, it should be you who provide it now."
"Huh?"
Dr. Blensch stuck her hand in her lab coat pocket and came out with something red which she tossed on the floor at Joselyn's feet. "Pick them up," she said.
Without thinking, the blonde obeyed. It was only when she actually felt the fabric, when she raised it to her lap that she realized what she held.
"My panties," the professor said, her cheeks showing a definite flush of rosy color. "Sniff them."
Then it was Joselyn's cheeks that were flushing. She looked from the wadded up panties to the professor's face, horrified at what the woman had asked her to do. "I… no, I'm not," she stammered. "I don't… not with other women."
Dr. Blensch tut-tutted her. "What you mean, darling," she said, "is that you haven't yet. There's always a first time for everything. Now, stick those panties up under that pretty little nose of yours and take a long whiff. I want you to have a sample of what you're going to get from me, something to whet your appetite."
"I… I can't," Joselyn protested.
"Do it or else!"
The blonde knew that Dr. Blensch wasn't kidding, knew that she had to obey. Her skin crawling, she raised the rumpled panties up closer to her face and inhaled. "Oh!" she gasped as the heady, funky fumes of the professor's pussy raged up into her nostrils. The effect on Joselyn's libido was startling. Though she had steeled herself against feeling anything at all, that pungent scent swept over all her defenses, made her heart pound sickeningly, made her mouth fill with hot slobber. She was stunned to realize that the odor of another woman's pussy was turning her on.
"Nice, isn't it?" Dr. Blensch said to the blushing girl. "Paul just can't seem to get enough of it, either. He can root about happily between my legs for hours on end. Go on, chew the crotch-band. Chew it."
Joselyn groaned.
"Chew it!" the professor demanded.
The blonde opened her mouth and took the narrow band between her lips. A horrible, wonderful quiver raced through her as she tasted the raw, stark flavor of the professor's cunt, as those powerful fumes seared her sinuses. She didn't understand what was happening to her, why she was feeling so, so excited by the degrading act.
"That's it, darling," Dr. Blensch said, reaching out and taking her by the hands, helping her to her feet, then over to the front of her desk. "You just bend over now, over the desk, that's it, you just keep on chewing while I undress you."
Joselyn whimpered into the panties which were now sopping wet from her saliva. The professor was unbuttoning her cut off jeans, pulling them and her panties down over her hips, her thighs, down around her ankles. She was crouched over the desk, clinging to it with both hands, naked from the waist down, naked and in full view of Dr. Blensch.
"Lovely, just lovely," the professor crooned, sliding her smooth fingers over the round, saucy cheeks of Joselyn's ass.
The blonde shuddered at the intimate touch, shuddered as much from pleasure as from shock. She couldn't seem to get enough air. It was like all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. And when she did breathe in, all she could smell was pussy, Dr. Blensch's pussy.
The professor slipped in behind the trembling girl, putting her hands flat to the sides of Joselyn's ribcage, then pushing them up, pushing the bottom of her tube top up, up and over the jutting mounds of her breasts. Dr. Blensch groaned as she cupped the succulent pears in her palms, as she pinched and pulled at the soft nipples.
"Ohhhhh," Joselyn moaned into the wet panties as she felt her nipples swelling, pushing out hard and hot against the expertly kneading palms.
The professor let go of her right breast and quickly reached back between their bodies, grabbing hold of the hem of her lab coat and the hem of her skirt, shoving them both up over her belly, then leaning forward, pressing her own, naked cunt right into Joselyn's ass.
The blonde let out a shrill wail as she felt the crisp hairs, the hot, wet lips of the professor's pussy rubbing into her buttocks. The sensation was unspeakably lewd.
"Easy, now, easy," Dr. Blensch said, once again clutching her breasts in both hands, once again mauling them hungrily, working the supple flesh under her fingers, pulling her belly tight to Joselyn's back, starting to grind her hips, to hump her cunt rhythmically against the firm buns.
"Oh! Oh!!" Joselyn gasped, realizing that the woman was masturbating against her. She could feel the hot pussy lips smooching apart as they slapped into her bottom, feel the heavy, slick lubricant smearing all over her ass. And the professor was plucking, twisting at her stiff nipples, making tickles of delight ripple down over her tummy.
"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.
The blonde was plunged into darkness… sweet, sexy, pungent darkness. The scent of the cunt above her was overpowering; it engulfed her, choked her. She began to kick frantically, flailing out wildly, futilely.
The professor dropped her hot, wet fork right down on the girl's face, pinning the back of her head to the floor.
Joselyn screamed up into the sticky, stinky, hairy folds, screamed again as the professor began to rock her ass, to grind her pussy over her entire face, smearing the unctuous lubricant in a wide band from her forehead to the tip of her chin. But all the screaming, all the kicking in the world would not make the rubbery lips stop sliding against her mouth, would not make the slippery fluid stop dribbling down over her cheeks and chin. And it wasn't just pussy she was faced with, either. As Dr. Blensch dragged her cunt down to the point of Joselyn's chin, the girl's nose was rubbed over the hot, wrinkly ring of her anus.
"Oooooh, yessss!" Dr. Blensch crooned ecstatically, shifting her hips back and forth, actually reveling in the vibration of the girl's cries for help. When the screams died away, she began humping in earnest, smacking her pussy hard against the tightly closed mouth. "Lick me! Lick me!!" she moaned.
Joselyn would not. No matter what happened, she told herself, she could not be made to do that.
The professor jammed her hand between Joselyn's legs, stuffing a finger into her cunt, flicking the hard chickpea of her clitoris. "Lick me! Lick me, slut!" she croaked.
All of Joselyn's resolutions vanished. Joy detonated in her mound. Her hips jerked and bucked obscenely up from the floor. Swooning with ecstasy; she opened her mouth; she started licking at the hairy flaps, sliding her tongue into the buttery cleft.
"Deeper! Shove it in me!" the redhead groaned, knocking her clitoris back and forth like a tiny punching bag.
Joselyn thrust up with hex tongue and the slick pussy walls came apart, gaping wide to receive it. Hot juice was pouring into her mouth and the whole length of the professor's cunt was starting to spasm, to milk her tongue and she couldn't keep her hips from flipping, bashing her pussy into the redhead's groping hand.
"Goooh, ohhhhh," Dr. Blensch gasped, raising and lowering her ass, making the stiffened tongue flip in and out of her quaking pussy, making it saw over the swollen node of her clitoris. She could tell that her moment was at hand, her climax bearing down on her like a runaway freight. She captured Joselyn's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and started madly rolling it about. Almost at once, her belly tightened and her cunt began to flutter out of control.
"Cum! Cum, you slut!!" Dr. Blensch wailed, her mind going to mush as ecstasy blossomed in her crotch. "Cum!!"
Joselyn, the slut, dutifully obeyed.