The professor kicked off her shoes. "I want you to love my legs, Paul," she said, breathlessly. "I want you to kiss my feet, my ankles, my calves, all of my legs. I want you to miss nothing. Do you understand?"

He nodded, swallowing again. His mouth kept flooding with buckets of hot drool and his cock no longer ached quite so much. It had stiffened into a kind of steely hardness, a lurid bulge jammed down the inside of his right pants leg.

"Do it, Paul," she said, straightening out her legs, putting her bare, small feet on his shoulders. The graduate student's face burned with a mixture of shame and excitement as he turned his head, as he nuzzled his face into the side of her right foot. Her skin was so soft, so warm! He began kissing at once, kissing over her ankle, her instep, working his way to her toes.

"Oooooh!" Dr. Blensch moaned, clinging to the edge of the desk as his hot mouth, his hotter brain seared over the underside of her foot.

Her fat little toes were against his lips, the plump pads so sweetly scented, so dainty. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue, wiping the moist, red tip up against the sole of her foot, up from the ball to the underside of her toes.

"Ooooooh!!" the professor cried, her face flushing suddenly with color. "Ooooooh, yes!! Lick them!! Lick them, Paul!"

Paul did just that! Moaning ecstatically, he slathered over her toes, sliding his tongue not only over and under them, but between them as well, while the lovely professor squirmed in delight.

"Suck!" she begged him. "Suck!!"

He obeyed at once. Thrusting her toes into his mouth, he began nibbling on them gently, sucking on them, forcing them in and out of his pursed lips like they were tiny cocks.

"Oh! Ohhh!" she wailed, madly shrugging out of her lab coat, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. As he nursed on her toes, she tore open the front of her blouse, exposing her lush, full breasts in their yellow tricot brassiere cups. Her nipples were enormous, great round circles of muted pink mashed up against the tightly clinging nylon. She began plucking at the tiny bumps in the center of her areolas, making them grow alarmingly, making them pucker out into long, fat stubs.