The Professor Gets a Prize

She closed her eyes, reveling in his enthusiasm and the warm, tingling feelings his anxious mouthing of her breasts sent over her body. Ahhhhh, she sighed, he is going to be a wonderful lover. He is so eager, so hungry. I hope tits are not the only thing he wants to suck and lick. Linda was not disappointed.

Roger licked and kissed his way downward, urged on by Linda's fingers touching his head lightly, massaging his scalp, playing with his cheeks, slipping between his lips teasingly. A shudder ran over her body as he licked and sucked at her navel, sending a wave of excitement to and down her vagina. Drops of her lovejuice began to flow down her ready channel.

Roger positioned himself between her thighs, staring at the center of her sex, the object of his desire. He shook his head, wondering at the beauty of the auburn hair -- so soft, so shining -- that surrounded the puffy lips of her love opening. Lowering his head, he licked and kissed her soft thighs, running his tongue upward toward her pussy, which was wet, swollen, and glowing from little drops of precum juice.

He inhaled deeply, drawing her sweet scent into his nostrils, heating him anew with sexual desire. Pressing his face forward, he kissed her lips gently.

Linda lifted her hips as he did, increasing the contact between her and his lips. Her hands went to his head, her fingers caressing his cheeks, rubbing his scalp seductively. Gently, she held his mouth to her pussy, her hands behind his head. "That is so nice, Roger, so very nice," she told him, her voice full of sexual promise.

Moaning softly, Roger began to lick her lips, then, more eagerly, to suck them into his mouth. He savored the soft, warm, wet, rubbery feel of her sexuality, intoxicated by her scent, her taste, her feel. His tongue probed her entrance, and he was thrilled to feel Linda press her pussy against his face, opening herself to him.

He drove his tongue inside her hot channel, feeling more sexual excitement than he had felt for years. A shiver ran over his body when Linda manipulated her vaginal muscles, squeezing and milking his tongue as he withdrew it. He plunged his tongue in and out of her, his hands cupping the soft, firm globes of her ass, holding her pussy to his face.

Linda writhed on the bed under him, enjoying the pleasure his loving mouth gave her. Gently, she fucked at his face, encouraging him, pleasuring him. She lifted her knees and opened her thighs to give him greater access, all the while her fingers played with his scalp and face, teasing him with her feathery touch.

Roger moved his head upward, his tongue searching for her clit. Finding it, he licked at it, around and around, up and down, feeling it grow under his tongue. He almost came as he felt Linda close her thighs against his cheeks as she pressed her clit into his mouth.

"Ohhhhh, yessss, Roger," she whispered to him, her voice hoarse, and raspy with sexual desire. "Lick and suck me until I come."

Roger needed no encouragement. By now he was drunk with desire and sexual excitement. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to feel Linda's body tremble and shiver as she orgasmed. Forming his lips around her clit, he began to suck on it gently, his tongue lapping at the very tip as he did. In and out past his lips went her clit; back and forth over the sensitive tip went his tongue.

Linda whimpered softly, her body responding more and more to Roger's sucking and licking. "I'mmmmmm, I'mmmmmm almost there, Roger," she gasped. "Yessss, slowly, gently, oh God, I'm there." As the last word escaped her, Linda pressed her hips upward and her hands held Roger's face to her pussy so tightly he felt dizzy from lack of air.

She pressed her thighs against his cheeks, trapping him there, holding him against her vibrating sex, ensnaring him within her as her orgasm swelled until she felt it all over her body.

Roger sucked her clit ever more softly, licking it up and down as he held her at her orgasmic high.

Linda's body shivered, and goose bumps covered her skin as her orgasm went on and on. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her stomach, and her vagina spasmed over and over.

With a sigh, Linda relaxed the grip her thighs had on Roger's head. Gently, she lifted his face from her pussy. Her eyes shining with sexual excitement, she whispered to him, "That was magnificent, Roger. I have not come like that ever, ever." Her body shivered at the memory. A smile played across her lips. "If I were a cat, I'd be purring."

And like a great cat, she stretched her arms over her head, tensing her body, which lifted her hips and pussy upward until her soft, silken pubic hair was touching Roger's lips. To her delight, Roger lowered his face and put his mouth around her sexuality, sucking at her, pulling the lovejuice from her body. She shivered with sexual pleasure as his tongue probed her vagina, licking as it touched every soft, warm, moist part of her.

Linda squirmed on the bed, reveling in Roger's passion, loving the way he lavished attention upon her pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair, tickling his scalp. Softly, encouragingly, she humped his face as he tongued her. Maybe I can get another come from him, she mused. Roger did not leave her in suspense.

He startled her with his next move. Putting his hands on the outside of her thighs, he pulled them against his cheeks tightly as he began to lick and suck at her clit once again. He then cupped her asscheeks in his hands and held her pussy against his face as he buried his mouth in her sex.

Linda understood his unspoken message and squeezed her thighs against his cheeks tightly, ran her hands over his face and head, and humped his face as he sucked on her. Oh, yessss, she told herself. I have you trapped between my thighs just as you want.

She looked at him speculatively, wonderingly. She ran her tongue over her lips as she watched him licking and sucking. There was a lot to learn about Roger's sexual desires, she was sure.

Roger did not wonder about anything. He only knew that when Linda orgasmed and fucked at his face he felt more sexual excitement than he had ever felt in his life. Her thighs pressed to his cheek, her hands caressing his cheeks and scalp, her clit in his mouth washed waves of sexual desire over his body, filling his mind with little precum sexual eruptions. Each time she moaned softly, each encouraging word sent shivers of desire over his body.

Linda was all too happy to be the instrument that Roger needed to fulfill his sexual fantasies, whatever they were. She brushed his forehead, lifting the hair from his eyes and was jolted when he looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust. God! He is zonked out. A shudder of delight ran over Linda's body and she closed her eyes to concentrate on her pussy.

Roger licked and sucked at Linda fervently, lovingly, wanting only to please her, to feel her orgasm, to lap up her cum. He was lightheaded with excitement and mesmerized by what he was doing. He loved her pussy gently, softly, with tenderness. He lifted her to her orgasm slowly until she felt ready to explode, and when she did come, he kept her coming until her muscles ached.

After her third orgasm Linda felt as if she were on an orgasming plane; pleasure, sheer sexual excitement rolled over her body as Roger sucked and licked on her over-stimulated clit. God, she thought. I have to get off this trip or I will be too exhausted to fuck, and I want that pole he has between his legs.

Reluctantly, she pulled Roger's head from her pussy. She held his head away from her pussy with both hands. "That's enough, Roger. I want you to fuck me now."

Roger stared at her, licking his lips, trying to get his mouth back to her pussy.

Linda was excited all over again to see his face, anxious, his eyes darting from her face to her pussy.

She licked her lips, wondering how much he wanted to stay where he was, how long he wanted to be trapped between her luscious thighs. She had fantasized about having a man enslaved by her pussy, licking her, sucking her anytime she wanted him to -- a man who would rather eat her pussy than fuck.

Her pussy spasmed at the thought that Roger might be that man. She looked at him intently -- at the way he kept licking his lips, the way he pushed his face forward to get to her pussy. Had she let her own fantasy about having a man in love with her pussy cause her to misread the signals she felt he had been sending her? Was pussy power more than a slogan, more than a fantasy?

He looks stoned, she thought. Is he stoned on my pussy? She licked her lips excitedly, thinking of what it would mean to have a man enslaved by desire to lick her pussy over and over again. She shook her head. That is porn nonsense. But what if it isn't? What if Roger is crazed by love of pussy? What if he wants only to feel me come in his mouth? I have to find out!

She felt more sexual than she had ever felt in her life. She took in a deep breath, intending to test the limits of pussy power and to do it now. All this thinking on her part took only nanoseconds. Roger was still looking at her, his head held between her hands.

Roger was going insane to get his mouth on her. He could not understand what was going on, why she was holding his head away from her pussy. She liked him getting her off, he knew.

He was stronger than she. He could push his face into her wet cunt, but he was afraid to, afraid she would send him away and not let him lick her pussy again. And he had to have his mouth on her. He just had to.

Linda, her knees raised, crotch open, pressed her feet against the mattress, lifting her pussy. She continued to hold Roger's head in her hands, his lips close to, but not touching her pussy. Slowly, sensually she lifted and rotated her ass, rubbing her warm, wet, sensual pussy lips across his mouth.

When he pushed his head forward, she frowned and shook her head. Her pussy pulsed when he accepted this unspoken command, letting her hold his mouth where she wanted it. She was getting more and more excited thinking that Roger was her living fantasy. But she wanted to hear him say it.

Her voice purring with sexuality, she said, "Ummmmm. You like that, don't you, Roger. You like the feel of my pussy against your mouth. You want to kiss and lick it some more?"

Roger strained to get the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips, wanting desperately to get his tongue insider her, his mouth around her clit.

He looked up at Linda, and in a rush he was a child again, looking up at a statue on the Washington Mall. Suddenly he felt small and weak as he looked upward to her face, at her curly silky pubic hair, her taut tummy, firm breasts, and rigid nipples. She was so desirable, so sexual. He had to have her. He would beg, if he had to. "Yes, Linda. I want that more than anything."

Linda smiled at him. She liked what she heard, but wanted more, a promise of what he would do, an admission of his hunger for her in clear-cut, even graphic terms. "You like it when you suck on my pussy and I fuck your face? When you feel my cum in your mouth?"

She let his mouth move forward just a fraction. A thrill of sexual excitement ran over her body when Roger lapped away at her pussy as quickly as he could. She pulled his head back, loving the disappointment that flooded Roger's face. She knew she was being sadistic to prolong this moment, but she felt so full of sexual energy, so high on pussy power, she did not care.

"Oh, Roger. I don't know if I should let you lick me off again. I do want to feel you fuck me with that lovely cock of yours. I don't want you so worn out from licking my pussy that you can't fuck me."

Roger shook his head vehemently. "Linda. Let me get you off with my mouth. I'll have the energy."

Linda bit her lip. "If I let you get me off over and over and I'm worn out from all those orgasms, I may be too tired for you to fuck me. Then what?"

Roger shook his head. "It would be OK, Linda. I would not mind. It's almost as if I'm coming when you come."

Linda was startled to hear this. Her eyes widened and she shook her head in disbelief. This was a greater revelation than she expected. She licked her lips excitedly. "Are you telling me that you would rather get me off with your mouth and tongue than fuck me?"

Roger flushed, and then nodded his head. He licked his lips and swallowed. "Yes, Linda. I love feeling you come when I suck on your clit." Almost desperately, he pleaded with her. "Please let me, Linda. Please."

Linda was very excited, more excited sexually than she had ever been in her life. Seductively, teasingly, wantonly, she rotated her hips, rubbing her pussy against his willing mouth, against his tongue, frantically licking at her.

"Oh, Roger. I don't mean to tease you. NO. That's not true. I DO like teasing you. I get a sexual charge knowing you are hungry for my pussy. Are you hungry for the rest of me also?" She held her breath. What would he say? Would he take the bait? How oral was he? Was he only interested in pussy?

She felt so wicked, so absolutely slutty. She had read of oral-oriented men who licked and kissed women's bodies. She flushed, remembering the romance novel she had read that involved a man with a foot fetish. God. Men were crazy, she thought. They liked to suck on soiled panties, feet, even assholes. Some men wanted women to piss on them.

Her pussy quaked as she contemplated all the sordid things women did to men and the men who were willing participants in these acts of depravity. What kind of man was Roger? She had to find out. And the way to find out was to give him the freedom to follow his sexual interests.

Roger interrupted her reverie. "May I get you off now, Linda? I'm going crazy with desire to feel you come in my face."

"Oh Roger. I don't know what to do with you." With that, she let go of his head, pulled her pussy away from his face and threw her arms wide. Roger's head was left in the V of her thighs.

Roger swallowed and looked at her Linda's inviting pussy and at her equally desirable and sexy thighs. He closed his eyes and moved his mouth to the soft, smooth skin of her right inner thigh. His hands caressed her thighs and legs as he kissed and licked at her thigh.

Linda watched him under hooded eyes. Ohhhh. It feels so good, soooo very good. She licked her lips, her skin tingling from head to foot as Roger licked and kissed his way down her thigh, not up to her pussy. Her pussy pulsed as Roger continued his downward journey, kissing and licking her calf. She gasped aloud when he licked and kissed her foot, her arch and sole and then took each toe in turn, sucking and licking it.

Roger felt more alive sexually than he had ever felt before. He felt that Linda had given him permission to explore the depths of his sexuality. His cock throbbed and dripped onto the sheet as he sucked on her toes. Nothing he had ever done was turning him on as was this trip down Linda's thighs to her feet.

Linda was getting more and more turned on. She rubbed her other foot across Roger's mouth to see what he would do and was excited further when he began to lick and suck on the toes of her left foot.

Roger looked up at her and then his cock thumped against the mattress. Linda, her eyes closed was fingering her clit.

Linda, some sixth sense telling her Roger was watching, opened her eyes. She licked her lips, a tempting smile on her face. "Do you like watching me masturbate, Roger? Did you leak into your pants when I masturbated on the drive here?"

Roger swallowed and nodded. "It's very exciting to watch you touch yourself." He kept his eyes of her moving finger while he licked and sucked her toes, then her instep, the sole of her foot. He was mesmerized by the slow, steady way Linda touched her pussy and clit: Round and round went her finger, up to her clit, and then down to her vagina for some of her lovejuice, and then back to her clit.

He knew the signs. She was getting close to an orgasm. Her tummy was tensing, and a thin film of perspiration was beginning to form.

Linda licked her lips. "I'll come soon, Roger. Lick your way up to my pussy, and put your tongue inside my vagina. I want your tongue inside me and to fuck your face when I come. Would you like that? To feel my vagina grabbing your tongue when I come?"

Roger nodded, his mouth too dry to speak. He licked his way up her leg and thigh, and when Linda told him NOW, he put his tongue inside her pulsing pussy. He thrust his tongue in and out of her wet maw as she raised and lowered her hips, fucking his face.

"Yes, Roger. Yesss. Fuck harder with your tongue. Deeper. Now slower. Ahhhhh. Uhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Ummmmmmm."

She took her finger off her clit. "That was soooo exciting, Roger. I just loved fucking your face when I fingered my clit. Did you like that? Was that exciting?"

Roger pulled his tongue from Linda's dripping pussy. He swallowed and was finally able to speak. "I did like it, Linda. That was very exciting."

Linda patted his head. "You can lick up my cum now. I'd like that." She rubbed a thigh along his cheek salaciously, loving the feel of having him between her thighs, loving her pussy.

Roger, without realizing it consciously, was now doing whatever Linda told him to do. She looked at him as he mouthed her pussy, sucking up and swallowing her cum.

Linda could not stifle a little giggle as she watched him. He's my little puppy dog and I'm training him, she thought. She was so excited, so damn excited. She stretched her arms over her head and stretched, knowing she was pushing her pussy against his face.

What she didn't realize was that Roger's mouth was open, his tongue about to lick at her pussy when she raised her hips. Instead of pressing his mouth against her pussy lips, the movement of her hips had pressed his mouth against that thin, hard band of cartilage separating her vagina from her anus.

Roger, not thinking of what he was doing, began to lick at this narrow band, which was covered with her cum. He didn't consider where his tongue was until he felt the stiff hairs that covered this tough skin. Following the line of cum, he licked downward, not upward and found her asscheeks and her anus.

A shockwave of sexual heat flooded Linda's body when she felt Roger's tongue licking at her asscheeks and anus. She licked her lips, excitement flooding her body and mind. This was something she had not considered.

Roger was getting very excited as he licked the cum off Linda's soft, firm asscheeks. He licked and kissed one and then ran his tongue across her anus to her other cheek. Back and forth went his mouth and licking tongue.

His cock jerked and throbbed each time his tongue licked across her anus. Aware now of what he was doing and excited by it, he wondered if Linda was repelled by having his tongue lick her there.

He squinted his eyes, trying to think. It was difficult. His mind was so filled with what he was feeling. Maybe she likes it. She didn't move her ass when I started to lick her there. Maybe she hadn't felt my tongue licking her there.

His nose buried in Linda's vagina, Roger stiffened his tongue and pressed it against the skin around her sphincter, rubbing all around this sensitive erogenous zone. Then, taking his courage in hand, he pressed the tip of his tongue against the center of her rosebud.

Linda's body was shaking with sexual excitement and desire. She wanted his tongue inside her ass. She fingered her clit and pushed her ass against Roger's tongue. Willing her sphincter to relax, she kept up the pressure.

Roger had his answer when he felt Linda's ass pressed against his tongue, which was centered at the core of her sphincter. Little shivers of sexual excitement flowed over his body when he felt the sphincter pulse against his tongue.