The taste of her sex exploded on his tongue, keen and foxy, and he was snorting and snuffling between her legs like a hog at trough, corkscrewing the tip of his tongue against the sticky fabric, burrowing it right into the blazing spot that covered the mouth of her cunt.

Dr. Blensch flung her ass at him so vigorously that it was all he could do to grip her svelte hips and hang on. The meat of her buttocks and thighs jiggled and jounced at each violent impact of hot pussy to his face.

"Uhhhnnnf! Uhhhnnnf!" she grunted, each grunt punctuating another snap of her pelvis. Her fingers were twined in his hair, hauling down on it, holding his face as tight to her pussy as possible as, with every successive lunge, she worked herself into more of a dither.

Gradually, Paul's sense of his own need went out of focus. Instead of there being a distinct thing hunger in his loins, a distinct throbbing in his penis, there was a kind of general pleasurable glow over his whole crotch. He found himself so caught up in her need, in satisfying her hunger that, for the moment at least, his own was left by the wayside.

Nuzzling into her slick pussy he slipped his fingers in under the waistband of her panties and began to roll them down over her jutting hips, down over the smooth, round domes of her buttocks. He was forced to pull them down from behind because his face was blocking his access to the panty front. When the professor realized what he was doing, she relaxed her death grip on his hair and, panting and wheezing, allowed him to peel the wet bikini underwear down over her thighs.

Once she was naked below the waist, the redhead splayed her long lithe legs apart for him, showing him the havoc his licking, sucking mouth had wrought on her pussy.

"Wow!" he gasped.