The Professor Returns

In the dorm, on the third floor
I heard a knock at my door.
Professor there! He was back.
Came he said to honor my rack!

Could not ever have worked out better
As I wore my cashmere sweater.
And, on my roommates dare,
Wore it with no underwear!

My C-cups under totally bare
His look really was a stare!
His hands reached out for my chest
One hand on each mature breast!

Then he released one fondled tit
And pulled me to my bed to sit.
As I sat there on dorm room bed,
He worked the sweater off over my head.

His hands and fingers on my nips
Until he took one with his lips.
As he continued my body to admire,
I could feel his deep desire.

His mouth and his fingers worked each nipple.
I moaned and sighed and felt each ripple.
Yes, you could call me a blatant liar
If I failed to admit I was so on fire.

I thought in mind, “Here I sit
Enjoying his attention to my tit -
But I’d like a different bit -
Wish he would tease my clit!”

He would kiss and suck and tweak and rub
Caressing, arousing, inflaming each nub
Until I started to writhe, quiver and shake -
A lovely personal mind blowing earthquake!

I arched my back, my legs flew out -
My pussy squirting love’s essence out!
He brought me to erotic spasm -
He delivered me to a nipplegasm!

Simply playing with my tits and nips
With fingers, mouth, and sucking lips,
He did what only can be done by some
He made me orgasm, made me cum!

So, ladies, some men so love tits
That they may ignore your clits,
But don’t please call them dumb
Because they still can help you cum!