When they were pulled out, she groaned in disappointment until, abruptly, she felt his tongue leaving her vagina and seek out the now slightly stretched little cavern. She screamed in uncontrollable rapture as his tongue licked sensuously against the tightly puckered little ring and then pushed its way in. The hedonistic pleasure was a runaway forest fire flaming through her! She could feel it roaring up the hills and canyons of her quaking flesh until suddenly, without warning, it crowned in one raging inferno of sexual bliss.

"Don't… do… that…" she cried, giving lie to her words by spreading her legs further apart and lifting her hotly aroused pelvis so he could get in deeper. The sound of her own lust-constricted voice brought tears to her eyes, for she realized that this was total degradation. For the first time in her life she had lost control of her traitorous body. Oh, God, nothing – nothing ever had been like this wildly plunging tongue that aroused her to this passion peak of willing subservience. And, finally, she fell back no longer fighting anything he did to her – made completely helpless by her own lust-incited body.

Jules changed tactics as he suddenly felt the fight go out of his fellow teacher. He began licking again – knowing, even if she didn't – that her hotly clutching and strangely clenching pussy was getting close to a shattering orgasm. He licked on and on – moving from clitoris to anus – deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending.

Jeannette lay there feeling pleasure wash over her like a warm roaring tide, and her woman's body began crying out for fulfillment. She wondered dimly if it were possible to reach a climax this way. Then, barely conscious, her wildly squirming hips swivelled out of control grinding her hungrily clasping vagina harder and harder up into his eager face.

And then she felt it.