Jeannette could hardly believe what was happening to her, she was being tongue fucked and eaten – yes, eaten alive.

Jules was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth. He massaged the softly resilient cheeks of her ass as though he were kneading warm bread dough, then slipped one outstretched finger down the anal crevice and found the tiny quivering ring that would open her rectum. She jerked upward when the finger began making its resolute invasion, but the upward movement of her body only drove his tongue deeper into her hotly pulsing vaginal well. She cried out aloud, but her words were unintelligible. With one sudden, almost vicious movement, Jules' finger wormed into the tightly cringing little anus – going in as far as the middle knuckle.

"Gaaaaaaaggghshhh ohhhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop!" Jules' only answer was to make his tongue flicker like summer lightning across her blood-infused clitoris. He began moving his finger in and out of the squirming reluctant rectum.

Jeannette's mind was in a whirl, nothing mattered anymore to her except that deliciously fucking tongue bringing her to what she knew was going to be her first climax. Jules' tongue was a passport to a land of wild uninhibited passion and pleasure never before entered by her body and she wanted it.

The wantonly writhing teacher was only vaguely aware when Jules, without removing his mouth, drew her legs up and around his neck. Jeannette's buttocks clenched beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously when a second finger joined the first in her rectum.