Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 09:23:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Caterina Duvay <catclitduvay@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 2

A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 2 (lesbian/authoritarian)

By

Caterina Duvay

(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer: this story is not for minors or anyone offended by graphic
depictions of lesbian sexual experiences. Feedback is welcome, as are
messages from cybergurls.

Please email me if you have any comments.


Sandra and I lay sweetly intertwined, sweetly sated. Monica gently
removed the ropes and clamps and kissed each of us warmly on the lips. I
was still in a daze. In "my" class Monica had a keen intelligence and
power of thinking: somehow this made me feel quite secure in the midst of
my sudden depravity. It wasn't what they did to me, but how I responded
that was both disturbing and exhilarating.

"I loved watching you two," she said tenderly, stroking our hair.
"You've made me very very hot..."

I smiled and took the liberty of bending my head in gratitude and
brushing my full lips along the arch of her foot. Monica made no
objection so I became a bit more bold, lightly running my tongue along
her instep and ankle. She exhaled audibly, so I traced my tongue's tip
upwards along her firm slim calf -- she had truly gorgeous legs! -- and
then into the cleft behind her right knee. Monica nearly buckled and I
began to sense a new different wonderful joy, a joy in the power of
pleasing and teasing. I looked up at her beaming face and
ever-so-delicately drew my tongue downwards gradually from her knee to
her toes. I removed Monica's heel and dribbled my spittle between her
toes, elicting soft sighs.



Sandra had now risen and embraced Monica from behind, cupping and
squeezing her breasts, gently licking her neck.

I took my glorious time kissing and nibbling and sucking Monica's toes,
lifting her fine foot and running my lips along its sensitive sole. She
would have fallen backwards were it not for Sandra's support.

I was growing more and more inflamed: the warmth and delicious aroma of
Monica's cunt wafted downwards so invitingly. Sandra almost
imperceptibly guided Monia backwards until she reached my sofa. She
extended Monica's arms above her head as I pulled her luscious legs as
far apart as possible. Monica was completely enslaved to us, to the
pleasures we were giving, to her own inescapable lust.

Sandra gingerly kissed Monica's hands and moved her mouth down along her
slender muscular arms. When she reached her armpits Monica arched her
back and shuddered and began to gasp. I was on my knees moistening and
licking the insides of her thighs, approaching but never quite touching
her gloriously wet yearning cunt and its clitoral pearl that begged to be
shocked.

"Oh my god, lease, stop teasing me you bitches!" Monica screamed.

Sandra meanwhile smiled and grasped her wrists firmly as she continued to
lick along her shoulder and neck. I eventually brought my tongue to the
very outermost edges of her labia, barely able to restrain myself from
plunging into the depths of her sweetness. Then -- and I don't know
what possessed me -- I slapped her pussy hard and Monica groaned.

"Oh my, Kristina ... Thank you!" she gushed. "Again, please!" she
demanded.

This time I didn't comply. Instead I delicately spread her beautiful
glistening pink pussy lips apart with my fingers and pulled upwards to
expose her gleaming clitoral gem. With exquisite care I grasped her clit
between my teeth and rapidly flicked my tongue over its very tip.

"Oooooooooh, my sweet slut!" she moaned.

Still cradling her pearl between my teeth I tugged upwards to stretch her
clit and sucked on it furiously. Monica's body began to heave and
rumble. Sandra was kissing her full on the lips while tweaking and
pinching her swollen nipples while my tongue's motion grew frenzied,
faster, quicker and harder and Monica lost herself in a heaving climax
smearing my chin with her copiouscum-juices.

I felt exalted by her beauty, by my increasing lust for her and for the
lovely young Sandra, and as Monica's magnificent body came to a rest I
lifted my head and mischievously added,

"Will this be on the final?"


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