Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 09:23:06 -0800 (PST) From: Caterina Duvay 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?" (Please email comments to catclitduvay@yahoo.com; cybergurls especially welcome!)